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“I think it’s time we got some sleep,” said Sarah.

I yawned. “Definitely. It’s been a fantastic day, but I’m worn out.”

“I think we’re all tired,” said Sarah. “But girls, just in case you had any doubts… Come to bed.”

Amy nodded, her face showing a complex mixture of emotions – relief, gratitude, hope. And love.

Sarah got up and walked towards the stairs. I went with her, and Amy and Laura followed, Laura’s sari brushing the carpet as she walked.

We went into the master bedroom, and Sarah said, “I guess you want a hand with getting out of that, Laura.”

“Hmm, definitely,” said Laura.

Sarah made sure she removed the vital safety pins, then carefully unwound the fabric from Laura until she was left in the short blouse and petticoat. Sarah folded the sari and placed it carefully on a shelf.

Laura pulled the short top off over her head and put it aside, then slipped out of the petticoat. As before, she hadn’t worn anything underneath, and I looked appreciatively at her unclothed body, admiring her petite figure and small but perfect breasts as she stood before me. I was certain Sarah and Amy were doing much the same.

“Your turn, Amy,” said Laura.

Amy pulled her long tunic over her head, then slipped the trousers off. Again I took my time looking at her fuller but still girlish figure.

She smiled. “Come on, Tim, you can’t always be last.”

I quickly undressed, and tried not to be self-conscious with three pairs of female eyes looking at me.

“My turn,” said Sarah, gracefully removing her loose tunic and trousers.

“Sarah, you look amazing,” said Amy.

Sarah smiled. “Good job Tim thinks so, too. I was a little concerned that he might forget to notice me with you two around.”

“Never,” I said. I yawned. “OK, let’s crash out.”

I pulled back the covers and picked a spot in the middle of the big bed, settling myself comfortably. Sarah joined me, pillowing her head on my chest, her hair spilling over me.

Amy and Laura completed the pattern, Amy lying next to Sarah and draping her arm over Sarah’s body so her hand rested on my stomach. Laura lay down on my other side, and I slipped my arm under her head. I pulled the covers over us and turned out the light.

“I’ll probably get up pretty early, to go into work and talk with my boss,” I said, “but I’ll try not to disturb you. Have a lie-in, and I should be back in time to make you a late breakfast.”

“Sounds perfect,” said Amy, her voice sleepy.

***

I woke early, as I’d expected, and carefully managed to untangle myself without waking anyone. I looked back at them as I went out through the bedroom door; the girls had snuggled closer to Sarah to fill the gap I’d left, and I decided that she looked very like a mother cat with her kittens. A sudden swell of emotion hit me, and I thanked whatever God there might be, for what I’d Giresun Escort been given, however short or long a time it might last.

I put on my suit for the first time in days, the clothes feeling strange. Then I got into the car and drove towards the office. It was still very early, and the car park was practically empty when I arrived, though I noticed with relief that my boss’s car was already there. I didn’t want to wait till everyone else was in the office; I didn’t feel prepared for the inevitable sympathy. Or perhaps worse, the friends and colleagues who would want to show sympathy but wouldn’t really know how, and would feel awkward and perhaps a little guilty that they couldn’t seem to find the words they wanted to say.

I used my security pass to open the outside door, and climbed the stairs to the top floor. I walked across the open-plan space to my boss’s office. She saw me approaching through the glass wall of the office, and quickly got up from behind her desk to meet me as I opened the door.

“Tim!” she said, surprise in her voice. “We weren’t expecting you for another week. How are you doing?”

“OK, thanks, Jo,” I said. “Actually, I have some surprising news for you, and also something I need to discuss.”

“Please, Tim, sit down,” she said, indicating the sofa in the meeting area at one side of her office. I sat, and she sat next to me, turning to face me.

“Go ahead,” she said.

“Well,” I began, “this will probably seem very sudden to you, but…” I started to explain about Sarah. “It was so good of her to come over for the funeral, and she offered to help me sort things out in the house, and the girls like her, and…”

I felt tears running down my cheeks. Jo put an arm round my shoulders.

“Well,” she said philosophically, “none of us are as young as we used to be. If a chance of happiness comes along again so soon, take hold of it with both hands.”

I blinked away my tears. “I’m glad you understand.”

“So what else did you need to talk about?” she asked.

“Well, Sarah has lived in India for several years, and she’s really fallen in love with the place. I’d like to take the whole family over there, start again.”

Jo was silent for several moments. Then she said decisively, “Tim, you’ve been a real asset to this company for the years you’ve been here. You took a big risk on the business’s future when you bought into the profit-sharing scheme, and that counts for a lot – it could have gone either way. I don’t want to lose you completely, but it’d be hypocritical of me, after what I just said, to try and persuade you to change your mind.”

She paused, then went on, “You know we have an office in Kolkata. If you’d be prepared to work for us on a consultancy basis, and get into the office reasonably often when we needed you, I think we could work something out.”

She thought for a while, Giresun Escort Bayan then said, “The only issue I can see is that it might not be so easy for you to travel, depending on where exactly you move. The roads aren’t great, it can take forever to get anywhere.”

She rested her chin in her hands, considering the problem.

I couldn’t repress a gentle laugh. “I didn’t tell you what Sarah’s work is, did I?”

She shook her head.

“She’s a pilot – she flies our senior people round India. I think we could – what was it you said? – work something out.”

Jo began to chuckle too. “I think we have a deal, Tim. And – congratulations.” She leaned across, and my eyes widened as she placed a warm kiss firmly on my lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” she said. “Now, don’t worry about a thing – I’ll write this up, and present it to the Board with my firm recommendation.”

“I really appreciate this, Jo,” I said, slightly dazed, still feeling the touch of her lips against mine. “And any time you feel like a break, we would love to have you to stay with us in India, and give you a holiday you’d never forget.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that,” she said. “Give my regards to Sarah and the girls.”

I walked down the stairs, feeling as though my feet were barely touching the ground. I got into the car, and pulled out of the car park, realising that I might never need to come into this office again.

I stopped off at the supermarket on the way home, and bought treats for Sarah and the girls – breakfast pastries, coffee, fresh fruit, and more salad and cold stuff. I picked up some more wine, and on impulse a large bottle of champagne.

I drove the rest of the way home, parked the car, and unpacked the shopping. I made coffee, warmed the pastries, and carried a laden tray up to the bedroom.

The room was still dark, and I switched on one of the bedside lamps so as not to make the light suddenly uncomfortably bright. “Breakfast time, sleeping beauties.”

Sarah stirred first, sitting up. The covers slipped from her, and despite her obvious sleepiness and her mussed hair, I felt the same thrill as always on seeing her unclothed.

“Mmm,” she said, “you didn’t take long. How did it go?”

“Unbelievable,” I said. I explained Jo’s offer.

Sarah blinked. “That’s fantastic news.”

“Absolutely. I think we can start to make serious plans.”

Laura and Amy, still curled up against one another, stirred, and Amy opened her eyes.

“Come on, sleepy-heads,” I teased, “breakfast’s ready.”

The two girls sat up sleepily, and accepted the mugs of coffee I offered.

“What’s it like outside?” asked Laura.

“Lovely,” I said. “Perfect weather for a picnic, and I brought everything we’ll need. And a surprise, too.”

“Sounds great,” said Amy. “Mind if Laura and I shower first?”

“Go Escort Giresun ahead,” I grinned.

The two girls disappeared into the en-suite, and I could hear them giggling as they washed.

“Well, they sound like they’re waking up a bit,” I said. “How about you?”

“Try me,” Sarah said, and I glanced up to see the inviting smile on her face.

She took hold of my tie and pulled gently, bringing my lips against hers. “You won’t be needing your suit on any more today, will you.”

I grinned. “No fear – or ever, if I can help it.”

I removed my jacket, then slipped quickly out of my trousers. Sarah looked at me meaningfully, and I took off my Y-fronts and dropped them on the floor.

Sarah stood in front of me, the proximity of her naked body arousing me even further, and undid the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Then she sank to her knees and took my already-hard penis between her hands, bending her head to kiss the tip and use her tongue on it. I stroked her hair, then put my hand behind her head as she took more of me into her mouth.

“Mm,” I said, “that’s good. But do you want to take me all the way like this?”

She didn’t pause to answer, instead swirling her tongue more insistently on me. I groaned, and she began to use her hands on my shaft while continuing to move her lips and tongue on me. I climaxed suddenly, and spurted once, twice, filling her mouth with warm fluid. She smiled against me, and swallowed deliberately, using her tongue and lips to ensure that she got every drop.

She slowly released me, and straightened, putting her arms around me and pulling our bodies together.

“Now,” she said, “why don’t you eat something too?”

She indicated the bed, and I lay down, resting my head on the pillow. She straddled me, so that her already-wet entrance was against my mouth. I began to tongue her, and lifted my hands to touch her breasts and nipples. She responded, flexing against me. Then she leaned back a little way, stretching her hands behind her, and started to touch my nipples.

I gasped, and paused in my attentions to her. “Do you think I could be ready again?”

She smiled. “Worth a try. Now, you were in the middle of something?”

I started to tongue her again, and my mouth and hands on her seemed to be connected to her touch on my nipples. Gradually I felt her building towards her own climax, and suddenly she took her hands from my chest and pressed my fingers hard against her nipples, gasping as her orgasm shook her and I continued to use my tongue on her until she was entirely spent.

She shifted position and lay down, her body partly across mine.

“Don’t go to sleep,” I teased. She nodded, her eyes closed, her hair draped across my chest.

Just then the girls came back in, hair wet, wrapped in bath robes.

“Hmm, seems like we missed out,” said Amy, amusement in her voice.

“Well,” I said, “Sarah was doing her best to get me ready to try again, but I seem to have temporarily worn her out.”

Amy gave a mischievous look. “Maybe in a little while,” she said. “I’m sure we can make an opportunity while we’re on our picnic.”

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Author’s Note: Possibly unnecessary warning, this story contains a lot of butt stuff. Use your own discretion.

Thanks to LizHaze for proofreading.

****

Part One: Something New

****

I stood up from my computer and stretched. It was getting late, pretty well time for bed.

I padded on bare feet out of my room and down the hall in just my sleep shirt and panties. The bathroom was past my brother’s room, but I didn’t intend on stopping in to say goodnight. He had his girlfriend over, and it would be rude to interrupt if they were up to anything.

It was kind of weird for a brother and sister to still be living together in our twenties. I wasn’t oblivious to that. All the other siblings I knew had split up and gone their own ways after moving out of their parents’ homes. It was different with Logan and me.

In my mind, there’d never been any question of us not living together. It just hadn’t occurred to me. Logan probably would have been happy enough doing the usual thing and going off on his own, but I was pretty sure he was happier staying with me. We were cozy, codependent little sibbos like that.

Moans of pleasure filtered down the hall as I approached Logan’s room. Yeah. He was definitely getting some. Good for him.

Even better, as I discovered shortly after, Logan had left his door cracked open. I grinned and glided forward like a ninja to take a peek without disturbing anything.

I couldn’t see much of the action through my sliver of exhibitionist light, but there was no mistaking the action inside the room for anything other than fun sexy times.

Erin, Logan’s girlfriend, was naked and on all fours on his bed. My brother, equally naked, was behind her, hands on her hips, cock presumably buried in her. He was rocking against her, engaged in gentle thrusting. Maybe they’d just started or something and he was getting her warmed up. Or maybe that was all Erin could handle. Hard to say.

Erin shifted her position, leaning farther forward to bury her face in a pillow. Her moaning became muffled and, more importantly to me, she wasn’t able to see much of anything.

I took my opportunity to carefully push the door a little wider open. Logan caught the movement, as I’d assumed he would. He turned his head toward me and grinned. I smiled back and flashed a thumb’s up sign.

What the hell, gentle sex or no, Erin was pretty hot. He’d done ok for himself.

Logan’s attention was already back on his girlfriend, as well it should be. I decided to watch another minute or two, then leave them be.

It was kind of fucked to enjoy watching my big brother having sex. That, too, was known to me. It had just never seemed like much of a big deal to me, and Logan had never minded. Actually, I was pretty sure he liked being able to show off for someone. ‘Ooh, look at the girl I’m banging, hot right?’ kinda thing.

I slipped a hand under my shirt and ran a finger over the front of my panties. Starting to dampen. Probably time to get moving then. I didn’t want Erin to catch me standing there masturbating like a total perv.

Then I realized what I was actually watching.

Logan grabbed Erin’s ass cheeks and, possibly for my benefit, spread them wider. My eyes bugged and I stifled a gasp. He wasn’t in her pussy at all.

A few little things clicked in my head once it became clear they were doing butt stuff. Of course he was being gentle, he’d have to be. And Erin’s slightly awkward position was to facilitate entry into an entirely different hole than what I’d expected. Goddamn.

Despite firmly wanting to control my masturbatory urges, I couldn’t help fingering myself a little. Just over my panties, nothing excessive, just enough to take the edge off.

Logan was butt-fucking his girlfriend right in front of me. No wonder he looked so self-satisfied. He looked that way during and after sex anyway, but his smugness was even more pronounced this time.

His idea or hers, I wondered. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself as much as he was.

I’d never much liked the idea of putting things up my butt. Nor, indeed, had I met anyone else who openly enjoyed it. I’d seen such things on the internet, of course. It was far from the grossest fetish I’d explored online out of curiousity or horniness.

Real life was something else entirely. Logan and Erin weren’t just some naked actors on my computer screen, they were people I knew. And they were actually there, right in front of me. I could have run in and touched them.

My fingers slipped beneath my panties. I was getting so goddamn wet down there. I bit my lip and fingered myself a little while longer, then reluctantly straightened up and eased the door closed again.

Well fuck. All I wanted to do was go to bed, and now I was a horny mess. Thanks, Logan.

I got ready for bed and returned to my room. I had to fight the urge to back and perv on Logan and Erin some more.

I stripped fully naked in my room before making a selection from my ‘toy box’. Some play time was going to be essential if Kars Escort I wanted to get to sleep.

I opted for my favourite purple dildo and decided against bringing my bottle of lube along. There was no need for it. My little pussy was already drenched.

Alone in my room, door closed, lights off. Perfect. I snuggled comfortably on my back and closed my eyes.

The scene of anal debauchery was still fresh on my lids. Logan grinding on Erin’s ass, the delirious moans they made, that thrill of illicit discovery when I’d realized what hole my brother was using…

With slow, delicious anticipation, I pressed my dildo to my pussy. It entered smoothly, filling me up nicely until I was completely stuffed. It was my favourite toy for the very reason of just how perfectly it matched my vagina, and how beautifully it satisfied my occasional need to be thoroughly penetrated.

I thrust my dildo lazily in and out, gradually increasing the length of the back and forth motions. Flashes of mental sexiness accompanied my self-pleasure, greatly enhancing my masturbation.

My free hand trailed down beneath my dripping pussy. Some juices had already streamed over my butthole. I swirled a finger over the tight entrance, massaging in some natural lubrication.

Could I ever do butt stuff? I mean, of course I could, if I wanted. It was all a question of whether I did, in fact, want. An hour earlier I would have laughed and given a firm ‘no’. Anal was for porn stars and cam girls, not for li’l ol’ me.

But Erin had been enjoying herself. And Logan too. Not that either of their opinions had anything to do with me, but still.

For some reason, an image entered my mind of my brother peeking in my room at me getting fucked in the butt. My pussy clenched involuntarily, briefly halting my dildo’s rhythm.

What was that even about? Was it really that hot imagining my brother watching me get ass-fucked?

My tummy gave a flutter as I jammed my dildo back inside me. Yes. Yes it was that hot. For some reason, I really, really liked the thought of him seeing me be a little butt slut. Probably it was just the novelty and naughtiness of it all. Probably.

I moaned aloud and arched my back as I kept playing with myself and allowing my fantasy to get deeper and dirtier. Occasionally my mind-movie went so far as to cast Logan as my anal lover. I felt a tiny bit ashamed of those visions, but they were also the hottest.

Me on my knees, face buried in a pillow just like Erin. Ass stuck up in invitation. Logan behind me, maybe smacking my butt a few times. Then him inside me. Inside my ass.

Getting fucked in the ass by my brother. Goddamn.

I came without so much as touching my clit. Usually it took some clit-play to get me there. Not tonight.

I kept fucking myself through my orgasm, and I was pretty sure I whispered my brother’s name a few times. I slowed down in synch with the diminishing of aftershocks, then eventually pulled out my dildo. It was so slick. I sucked on it a bit just for the hell of it. I liked the way I tasted, but only when I was in the right mood.

Shortly thereafter I pulled my blankets up and went to sleep.

****

The house was quiet the next morning. I crept by Logan’s room in my sleep shirt, knowing there wouldn’t be more sexy times to spy on, but somehow hoping there would be anyway. It was silent from within so I moved on.

I poured two bowls of cereal in the kitchen. I carried them into the living room, then grabbed the milk out of the fridge and poured some in my bowl. I left the milk on the end table on Logan’s side of our awesome, comfy couch, along with his bowl of cereal.

Since I was first up today, I got to pick what to watch. I loaded up the series I’d been muddling through on Netflix and curled up with my breakfast.

Logan awoke not too long after. I heard him run the shower and flush the toilet, then eventually make his way to me.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning, Kelse.” He poured his milk, then sat down beside me. “How’d you sleep.”

“Fine thanks. Not as good as you, I imagine.”

“Ha, yeah.”

I didn’t look at Logan. I knew he was smiling like an idiot. “She liked it in the butt, huh?”

“Yep. And seriously, she has a great ass.”

“Looked like it.”

We ate in silence for a bit. Me moreso than Logan. He’d always been a faster, slightly messier eater.

“I never really wanted to do anal,” I said.

“That’s fine. It’s not for everyone.”

I frowned at my brother. “Hush a second. What I’m saying is I never used to. But, like, I’m thinking about it now.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist and set down his empty cereal bowl. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, maybe. I dunno.”

“What don’t you know?”

“Like… it was super fucking hot last night, right?”

“Sure.”

“You and Erin… goddamn.”

“Got you all horny, huh?”

“Kinda.”

“Well just make sure you use plenty of lube if you try it. You don’t want to fuck around and Kars Escort Bayan skimp out.”

“Uh… yeah. Sure. Thanks.” I waited a moment, but apparently all I was getting from my brother was ‘use plenty of lube.’ I was reasonably confident I could have handled that one on my own. “I don’t know if I’m gonna try it or anything. Just thinking about it.”

“Sure, sure.”

Again, not as much input as I was hoping for. “You’re not being very helpful.”

“Me? What did I do? I’m being supportive, aren’t I?”

“You… you… just… nevermind.”

I knew I was being too cryptic for Logan. He was a boy, and therefore tended to need big neon signs for hints if he was expected to get it. I just wanted some actual discussion, was all. Some real input on what anal was like, and whether I should spend time considering it.

Actually, that wasn’t quite true. I was pretty sure I had to try it, if only just so I’d know for sure. What I really wanted was Logan to convince me to do it. If I couldn’t figure myself out, it probably wasn’t fair to expect him to be able to do so.

Well, if I couldn’t depend on him to sort out my decisions for me, there were still some things I knew he was good at.

“Hey, Gun?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t have any panties on.”

I felt Logan eyeing me up and down, that slow, lecherous smile tweaking his lips. I glanced at him and confirmed that he had exactly the expression I expected. My pussy gave a happy little tingle in anticipation.

Logan scooted closer until our hips were touching. I spread my thighs a bit farther apart. I stared straight ahead at the tv and took another deliberate bite of cereal. It was more fun when I pretended to be ignoring him. It made it naughtier and sexier somehow.

His hand slid warmly up the inside of my thigh and under my shirt. My body shivered, and I clenched my fingers tight around my spoon to try and help control it. As soon as he touched my pussy, I knew I couldn’t help myself this morning and set the remainder of my breakfast aside before I spilled it.

I snuck a peek at Logan, he was staring straight ahead, not even glancing at me. I grinned and went back to doing the same. It had been something of an in-joke between us ever since we started playing around this way. We used to think that as long as we weren’t looking, weren’t acknowledging, then it wasn’t really that bad. We’d grown out of that a bit, but not by much.

I bit my lip and leaned back even more. Logan’s fingers ran up and down my pussy, and they were doing particularly luscious things to me this morning. Maybe I was still worked up from the night before. Maybe I still had overly naughty thoughts consuming me. Whatever it was, I loved it.

Logan knew what I liked. He had years of practice. He knew exactly how to tease me, how to toy with my clit, when to slip a couple fingers inside. He could make me squirm and wriggle with a few judicious twitches of his fingers.

I sat there and got played with by my brother just the way I loved it. He brought me closer and closer until my hips were rocking on their own, desperate for just that little bit more. He could draw me out indefinitely, and some days that’s exactly what we did. Cold winter days were the best when we spent hours cuddled up together, one of us on the brink of orgasm until we just couldn’t stand it any longer.

My silence broke as I came. I few small moans and whines passed my lips despite my efforts to hold them in. Erin was still in the house, after all. I couldn’t exactly scream my pleasure to the heavens without alerting her that something was going on.

Logan pulled his hand out and sucked his fingers clean. I smiled lazily, then leaned over to kiss his chastely on the cheek.

“Thanks, bro.”

“No problem.” He ruffled my hair. “Anyway, I probably gotta get going.”

“Yeah, sure. You taking Erin with you?”

“Not sure. Do you mind if she wants to sleep a little longer?”

“Nah. We’ve got along ok the couple times we’ve talked. I can play hostess for a bit.” I smoothed down my hair. “I’ll have to kick her out when I head to work, though. I don’t trust her here alone yet.”

“Fair enough.”

I watched Logan leave the room. If he hadn’t gotten laid last night, I knew he would have been after me for a quick handjob before he left. I was totally in the mood for it too. Oh well. I’d had my fun. Mustn’t get greedy.

****

I took a shower after Logan left. My horniness had been sated, so I wasn’t in there long enough for play time with the showerhead. I did have a few thoughts of my brother sneaking in and… well, I wasn’t quite sure what he’d do. I had to get him off my mind somehow. Even for us, my mind was going way too dirty.

After getting all nice and clean, I toweled myself dry and hung my towel up. I stepped out into the hallway totally naked and carefree. I immediately bumped into Erin.

We both froze for a second, then I shrugged and giggled.

“Oh, sorry,” I said. “I kinda forgot you were still here.”

Erin smiled back. Escort Kars I noted that her eyes flicked up and down my body. Fair enough. I was completely naked, after all.

“Don’t mind me,” she said. “But I would have thought you’d be too worried about Logan seeing you to walk around like that. My brother’s a straight up perv-ball. I used to have to watch myself around him.”

Mine too, but she didn’t need to know that. “Nah, I knew he was gone,” I said with an airy wave of my hand. It was true, if also a deflection. “I wouldn’t be so careless if he was still hanging around.” That was a total lie.

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t.” She gestured to the bathroom behind me. “Anyway, you mind if I…”

I stepped aside. “No, please. Go ahead. There should be a clean towel or two in the cupboard.”

“Thanks.” Erin gave another quick glance at my lower areas as she passed. My body was starting to flush from being checked out like that. I kinda liked it. “I’ll try to be quick,” she said.

“No worries. Just as long as you’re ready to go by the time I am. Gun probably mentioned that, right?”

“Sure.” She cracked a wry smile. “I get not wanting to leave a strange girl alone in your house.” Then she bit her lip. “Can I ask you something though?”

“What’s up?”

“I’ve heard you call your brother ‘Gun’ a couple times. What’s that about?”

I shrugged. “What else do you do for a nickname? Log? Logey?”

Erin considered, then nodded. “Fair enough.”

I nodded back, then turned and walked away. It was several seconds before I heard the door close behind me. She was totally checking out my butt. Totally.

****

Delicious smells greeted me upon returning from work that evening. I inhaled deeply as I kicked off my shoes, then followed my nose to the kitchen.

Logan was busy at the stove. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Hey, you,” I said.

“Hey, Kelse. How was work?”

“Fine. You?”

“Also fine.”

“Good enough. What ya making me?”

“Just chili. Nothing special.”

“‘Nothing special?’ Au contraire. I love it when you get all domestic and shit.”

I gave him a loving smack on the butt before sauntering over to the fridge and getting myself some juice. Logan had turned around to watch me by the time I looked his way again.

“It’s a good thing you’re easy to please,” he said. “Because you know damn well my cooking skills don’t extend much beyond the basics.”

“I do. But as long as you’re cooking for me, that’s all that’s important, really.” I paused and frowned slightly. “Or are you cooking for Erin?”

“Jealous, li’l sis?”

“Maybe a little.”

Logan laughed. “Don’t worry. She’s not coming over tonight. It’s a little early in the relationship for spending every night together.”

“Plus it probably doesn’t hurt to give her butt a rest,” I pointed out. “If you wanna make that a regular thing.”

“How pragmatic of you.”

“Gotta think about these things, Gun. I’m telling ya.”

Logan went back to work on our supper. I sipped at my juice and lost myself in thought.

My thoughts were mostly dirty. I could be a horny little thing at times, but ever since last night it had been especially bad. I’d caught myself daydreaming several times at work, and now that I was in close proximity to my brother it was even worse.

“Erin saw me naked,” I said.

I smiled at the way Logan froze and slowly turned around. “She what?”

“Saw me naked,” I repeated patiently.

The wheels were turning in his head. He was trying to figure out why she would possibly have been around me with my clothes off.

“Why, exactly?”

“I got out of the shower and forgot she was still here. We had a nice chat. She totally checked me out, too.”

That got his attention even more that before. Like many guys, Logan was very interested in the ‘lesbian playtime for male benefit’ genre of reality.

“Did she really?” he said.

“Sure did.”

“And what else happened?”

I tried to hide a smirk behind my cup. “Well, you know us girls. She had to take her top off so we could compare our boobies. Then we rubbed our tits together a bit. Then-“

“Goddammit, Kelse.”

“What?”

“That didn’t happen.”

“No, it didn’t. But you like imagining that it did.” I could see the slight bulge in his pants and he knew it.

“Maybe I do.”

“You definitely do. So anyway, we’re both topless and a little turned on-“

“I thought you were naked?”

“Oh yeah. Right. So I’m naked and she’s topless…”

I prattled on a bit. Logan rolled his eyes and went back to his cookery. I knew he was still listening because of how he kept fidgeting and tugging at his pants. Big bro was getting all horny, just the way I wanted him.

Once I’d teased him enough, I sidled closer.

“So,” I said.

Logan didn’t say anything. Probably still pretending to ignore me.

“Feel like playing a bit?” I asked.

“That’s not a great idea right now.”

I frowned. “Why not?”

Logan chuckled. “You are horny today, aren’t you?”

“Kinda, yeah. Aren’t you?”

“I’m a boy. I’m always horny.”

“Right. So what’s the problem?”

Logan turned and raised his hands. “I’ve got onion and spices all over my fingers.”

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Firstly I would like to thank everyone who has contacted me over the last few months enquiring about this story. I had to take some time out from writing this due to a house move and change of job, I’m sure you’ll appreciate sometimes everyday life has to come first.

*

Now I was getting worried, it was over twelve hours since I had seen Clare, and I could not get any answer from either mobile.

I decided to go back to the penthouse, if they were not there when I got back, I would have no option but to call the police, as much as I didn’t want to draw attention to our situation there was no alternative.

When I got back to the penthouse, I could tell that someone was in, there was music playing and I could hear voices. I could also hear crying, a baby crying.

Clare! , Stacy! Is that you? I was furious, where the hell had they been? Why had they not called? As I made my way through the penthouse towards the sounds Clare came from the bedroom and told me to be quite, they were trying to get the baby to sleep.

Baby! Who’s baby! I shrieked.

“It’s Lisa’s baby, you know Stacy’s sister. When I got to the house, Stacy was just leaving she had the call from the hospital to say Lisa was going into labour, we just dropped everything and left for the hospital.” Clare said.

“I’m just glad you are both OK, I was worried sick when you didn’t show up and I could not get hold of either of you.” I replied.

“Dave, Oh it’s brilliant to see you, you look fantastic.” Stacy shrieked as she ran across the room and jumped into my arms. I nearly lost my balance, but soon regained my composure as Stacy proceeded to kiss me all over, followed by a very long, very wet passionate kiss.

“Stacy, for god’s sake leave him alone, he’s still recuperating from the accident.” Clare said smacking Stacy on the arse.

“Hey, that hurt!” Stacy shrieked.

“Anyway it’s a well known part of any recuperation.” She added.

“What is? ” Clare asked.

“Fucking my lover’s brother of course!” Stacy replied with a grin.

As Stacy finished her statement there was a noise from the doorway, I looked up to see a beautiful blonde haired girl, who I did not recognize but correctly assumed to be Lisa, Stacy’s younger sister.

“Good timing Lisa, I’d like you to meet Clare’s brother, Dave.” Stacy said as she guided Lisa into the room towards me.

“Err, Hi Dave pleased to meet you.” Lisa replied, looking rather embarrassed.

I didn’t know until today that Stacy had a sister. Lisa was Stacy’s younger sister and had only just turned eighteen. She had short blonde hair, that to me look’s natural.

Lisa is certainly a natural beauty, especially considering that she had given birth less than 48hrs earlier; her breasts are gorgeous big round globes with very small but pert nipples, which were showing through the T-Shirt she was wearing.

It suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t know what Lisa had had, a boy or a girl?

“She gave birth to a beautiful healthy little girl, Phoebe Louise who weighed in at 7lb 3oz’s” Stacy said with pride.

“We thought it would be better for Lisa to stay here with us for a few days, our parent’s are not at all happy with the pregnancy.” Stacy said.

Clare suddenly had a huge grin on her face, when I asked what was up she dragged me into the other room.

“I haven’t told Stacy about this place yet; she has no idea she’s going to be living here.” Clare’s statement gave me an idea, I filled Clare in on the details and we went back into the family room.

“Stacy, I know the timing for this is not great, but there’s no point putting it off.” I started.

Stacy looked worried, obviously having no idea what was coming next.

“The main reason Clare and I are here is to arrange the sale of the house for mum, she needs the money to purchase a home out west.”

Stacy’s face dropped, I thought she was going to cry.

“Maybe this could be a good thing.” I carried on; Clare was really struggling to keep her face straight, so she ran out of the room as if she was crying.

“I’m sorry Stacy, but we need you to move out of the house by the end of the week.” As I finished my statement Stacy did start to cry, Lisa just looked stunned.

“Dave, I can’t believe you are doing this to me, especially now I have Lisa and Phoebe to look after, my parents will not have Lisa back unless she put’s Phoebe up for adoption.” Stacy sobbed.

“Come on Stacy, you don’t think I would see you on the streets do you?” I said, calling Clare.

Stacy looked up now even more confused.

Clare came back into the room holding some keys wrapped with ribbon.

“We thought you might like to live here!” Clare said.

“What! You’re kidding me! I can’t fucking believe you two; I should kick your ass’s around the room. “Stacy screamed.

“I would as well, but I love you both too much.” As Stacy said that she hugged Clare and I and gave each of us a very passionate kiss, much to Lisa’s surprise.

“Oh my god, you’re fucking both of them aren’t you!” Lisa said.

The look of surprise Gümüşhane Escort on Lisa’s face was priceless. Stacy went over to Lisa and gave her a hug.

“Yes babe, I am fucking both Clare and Dave. But you should also know that Clare and Dave are lovers.” Stacy said in a matter of fact way.

“But Dave’s your brother!” Lisa said to Clare.

“Yes Lisa, he is my brother; but he is also my lover. I have never loved anyone as much as I love Dave.” Clare replied.

“Just wait until you know them both Lisa, you will never meet a couple who love each other as much, even Jennifer their mother is ok with their relationship.” Stacy said.

Just then Phoebe must have decided that she wasn’t getting enough attention as she started to scream the house down. Lisa went to take care of her, saying that she was due for another feed.

It was only then that I realized that I was starving; I had not eaten for ages and was starting to feel queasy with it.

“Is anyone else feeling hungry? ” I asked, “Because I’m absolutely starving.”

“Now you mention it, I’m hungry too!” Stacy said.

“Right then I’ll get cracking on a meal, Chicken OK?” Clare asked.

I told Stacy and Clare that I was going to have a chat with Lisa; I wanted to make sure she was ok. Whilst I’m happy with the relationship that Stacy, Clare and I have I wanted to make sure Lisa wasn’t going to go around telling everyone.

I don’t know why I hadn’t realized it before, but as I entered the bedroom that Lisa was using I soon spotted that she was breast feeding Phoebe. She obviously had not been expecting any company because she had completely removed her T-Shirt to enable Phoebe to feed.

As I walked into the room, Lisa looked up and was a little surprised to see me standing there, but she made no effort to cover herself. She didn’t even seem to be embarrassed, that role was already taken, by me.

“I’m sorry Lisa, I didn’t realize you were breast feeding, I’ll leave you to it.” I stumbled.

“No, Dave it’s ok come in.” Lisa replied.

“Did you want to speak to me?” Lisa asked.

“Yes, I wanted to explain how things are between me and Clare and your sister.” I said.

“It’s none of my business” Lisa said.

“I disagree Lisa, Stacy is your sister, and at least for the time being you will be living here with her. I think you deserve to know everything.” I replied.

I continued to tell Lisa everything, how I had saved Clare from Brad, about my father dying the crash everything. Lisa sat there listening, all the time little Phoebe busily feeding from her mother’s bosom. Lisa’s interest peaked a little when I told her how Clare had introduced me to Stacy in the shop.

“Wow, Dave that is some story, I can tell that you love Clare deeply. I could only wish that Phoebe’s father had shown half as much interest.” Lisa said with a distant look in her eyes.

“Tell me, do you love Stacy too? ” Lisa asked; I’m sure I saw a sparkle in her eye when she asked.

“Yes, Lisa I do love Stacy, very much.” I replied honestly.

“I’m glad to hear it.” Stacy said as she walked through the door.

“It’s rude to eavesdrop.” I said.

“Well you’ve been in here so long; I thought you might be trying to seduce my younger sister.” Stacy said with a grin.

“Well even if I were, would you mind? She is very beautiful just like you.” I replied.

“No I wouldn’t mind, so long as you don’t ignore me. I’m not sure Clare would be so cool with it though. You with a gorgeous young big titty woman.” Stacy was running her hand along my thigh and I was responding in the only way I knew how, with a big erection!

“Excuse me, you two! I am actually here in the room you know.” Lisa said.

“Sorry Lisa, we tend to get a little carried away when we get together.” I said.

“So I see; I also see part of what Stacy see’s in you.” Lisa said with a grin. As she said it she ran her hand up my thigh across my groin and settled on my erection, she then proceeded to rub it through my trousers.

I was shocked by Lisa’s forwardness, not knowing how to respond in front of Stacy I just got up and went to the kitchen to see how Clare was getting on with dinner.

When I entered the kitchen Clare was at one of the counter’s with her back to me, she was preparing the vegetables for dinner.

My cock was still painfully hard; I snuck up behind Clare and put my arms around her waist. As we cuddled I pressed my hardness into her ass, grinding my hips up and down her butt cheeks.

“We can’t, not now, not here” Clare breathed, as I thrust against her yet again.

“Oh yes we can, and we are going to right here, right now.” I replied.

As I said this I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, lifting her skirt as I did. She was soaking; her little white panties were drenched.

I ran my finger up around the front of her abdomen, and massaged little circles as I worked lower to the band of her pants.

Clare was getting into it now, pushing herself back into me as I thrust, this was driving me wild.

My fingers ran Gümüşhane Escort Bayan down to her hot soaking snatch, I rubbed her up and down, her clit was hard and I flicked it between my thumb and finger. I thought Clare was going to pass out; she seemed to really like this so I continued for a couple of minutes until she came with a hard shudder.

“Fuck I need it NOW.” Clare said as she caught her breath.

“What Clare, what do you NEED?” I said

“Stop playing with me and get that dick of yours into my cunt right NOW” Clare said. I had never heard Clare use such language; this just turned me on even more.

I grabbed Clare’s pants and pulled on them, she helped me get them off. I lifted her skirt over her arse; there was the most beautiful sight.

Clare’s bare pussy. Soaking wet with her juices running down her thighs, I lowered myself slightly and thrust my cock into her snatch. Clare greedily pushed back onto me as I thrust into her; we made a loud slapping noise as we continued to fuck. The chicken cooking was not the only smell coming from the kitchen, I could smell Clare’s sex her musk, and it drove me harder and faster until I could hold it no longer. With one last powerful lunge I filled Clare with a massive load of cum, I couldn’t stop spurt after spurt, and so much it was running out of Clare’s cunt and down her thigh’s.

“Wow you two that was hot!” Stacy said as she walked up to us, she had been watching from the doorway.

Without any further talk she pulled me away from Clare, my fast shrinking cock made a plopping noise as it was released from Clare.

Stacy wasted no time; she dropped to her knees and continued to suck my now limp cock into her mouth, clearing all of Clare’s juices from me. It didn’t take long for me to become hard again; Stacy had always been expert at this.

Stacy stood up and told Clare to jump up onto the counter, Clare did so without a word, obviously knowing what Stacy wanted, she spread her legs and lent her head back.

Stacy unbuttoned her dress and let it drop to the floor, revealing to me and Clare that she was not wearing underwear.

Clare took Stacy in her arms and kissed her, working down her neck to her breast; Clare knew that Stacy loves having her breast played with. Meanwhile Stacy has started working her way down to Clare’s pussy.

As Stacy started licking Clare’s pussy she pushed her arse out towards me, I ran my hands over her but cheeks and pulled them apart, I then proceeded to lick Stacy from her brown star all the way to her clit and back again. I continued with this and gradually worked first one then a second finger into Stacy’s pussy.

Clare was in heaven, Stacy was driving her mad, as a result Clare was making a fair bit of noise, but this was simply driving me and Stacy harder.

Stacy’s pussy was soaking; I was having no difficulty now with three fingers up. She was so wet that I was easily able to slide my cock up into her, to her credit Stacy did not miss a beat she simply started pushing back into my thrusts.

It was going to take me quite a while to cum this time, so soon after the hot fast fuck with Clare. I decided to spice it up a little; my fingers were still coated with Stacy’s love juice. So I gently pressed one against her asshole, I met little resistance and entered her to the knuckle in one move, quickly followed by a second and third finger.

This attention was driving Stacy wild; I could feel my fingers up her arse on every stroke. I had fucked Clare’s arse but never Stacy’s, this was going to be my chance I quickly removed my fingers and replaced them with my cock.

Stacy immediately stood up, which had the result of forcing me further up her arse.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She screamed.

“Butt fucking you.” I simply responded.

“Oh Stacy, relax you’ll love it trust me.” Clare chimed in, with that she dropped off the counter onto her knees and started to lick and suck at Stacy’s sopping cunt.

With Clare’s ministrations Stacy very quickly relaxed and started to push against me, I took that as my signal to carry on; slowly I pulled away and then thrust back. Stacy’s arse was even tighter than Clare’s had been; the sensation was amazing; I knew that I would not last very long.

It wasn’t long before Clare brought Stacy off, her entire body stiffened as her orgasm hit her; she stopped breathing for what felt like an age. I could feel my orgasm was close and I said so.

Clare immediately shoved a finger up my arse, no warning just straight up, this invasion made me cum instantly; it was amazing and was easily the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced.

We all slumped to the floor and cuddled each other; it felt like an eternity since all three of us had been together. Stacy spoke first “Fuck me, that was intense, I’ve really missed you two.”

Clare and I said at the same time “Us too, it’s been too long,”

“Have you three finally finished, because I’m starving and the chicken is ready.” It was Lisa; she had obviously heard all the commotion although Escort Gümüşhane I don’t know how much she saw.

“Err, yes we have, I guess we should hit the shower and clean up before dinner.” Stacy said.

“You two go get a shower; I’ll get the table sorted then grab one myself.” I said.

Clare gave Stacy a hug and led her off to the master bath.

“That was hot,” Lisa said. Her comment caught me off guard.

“What was?” I asked,

“Der! You three fucking each other, and especially you sticking that nice hard cock of yours up Stacy’s arse” Lisa face was flushed as she replied.

“I’m sorry we should not have been so careless, you weren’t meant to see that.” I replied somewhat awkwardly.

“That’s ok, just so long as you take it easy when you fuck my arse.” Lisa said with a grin.

“We’ll have to see about that,” I said.

“I’m done with the table. I’m gonna grab a shower.”

As I walked to the guest room to use the en suite bathroom Stacy came out of the master bedroom, just wearing a robe.

“Come in here.” I said grabbing Stacy.

“I’ve only just had a shower, and I don’t need another.” Stacy laughed.

Stacy could see I wasn’t laughing, so she stopped, asking what was wrong. I told her about Lisa and what she had said.

Stacy just started laughing again.

“Cut it out.” I said “It’s not funny, what am I going to do.” I continued.

“Well that’s rather simple dear Dave. Fuck her!” Stacy replied.

“Fuck who?” Clare asked as she came into the room. Oh here we go I thought.

“My sister, that’s who, she wants Dave to fuck her up the arse after seeing him do me.” Stacy said.

“She has good taste.” Clare said with a smirk.

I couldn’t believe my ears, both Stacy and Clare seemed cool with me fucking Lisa, even Lisa seemed cool with the idea. I was still unsure, after all Lisa is a lot younger and she’s only just given birth to her daughter. God she must be a horny little minx.

As I thought all this my dick was responding again.

“For god’s sake Dave, you must have had enough this afternoon. Go get that shower, you best make it a cold one.” Clare laughed.

Stacy said “Dinner in five minutes, I wouldn’t be late if I were you or there will be nothing left.”

I got the shower and stripped off, getting into the shower the cold water jets hit me and immediately I felt refreshed, as the water cascaded over my body my mind ran over the events of the day. Firstly little baby Phoebe, what a surprise she had been when I arrived and then seeing Stacy again. I realized to some people my life would seem strange, but I could not believe how happy I now felt.

Once I finished the shower I put on a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt, and joined the ladies for dinner, we had the roast chicken, but unfortunately the vegetables were not edible, so we had some good bread instead and had sandwiches.

After dinner we sat and watched a movie on the large plasma screen TV. I was sat on the large couch, Stacy one side and Clare the other. They both cuddled up to me.

Lisa brought Phoebe into the room as she needed to feed her, but did not want to miss the movie either. Stacy admonished her saying she should not be walking around the penthouse topless.

Lisa simply ignored Stacy, turned to me and thrust her chest forward saying “Dave likes my tits don’t you Dave?”

Without warning Lisa came over to the couch, pushed Stacy out of the way and sat down next to me. I sat transfixed as Phoebe feed from her mother’s breast.

I could not resist, there was a spare breast and I dropped my mouth to Lisa bare breast and suckled on her nipple. It took me a little while but I was soon drinking pure mother’s milk from Lisa.

Lisa was sighing, her breathing was becoming shallow, could she really orgasm just by breast feeding? The answer was a definite yes; her whole being shuddered as her orgasm overcame her.

“Oh my god, hold Phoebe for me I think I’m going to pass out.” With that Lisa passed little Phoebe over.

I was overcome with emotion, with what might have been had Clare not lost our baby, I started to cry my eyes out I could not stop. Clare sensed what was wrong and just held me, it was one of the most amazing moments of my life and just re-enforced how much I wanted to have children with Clare.

I could not believe how perfect this little person in my arms, her eyes wide and looking everywhere, her little fingers grabbing mine and holding really tight.

Then all of a sudden, I was aware something was not right. Phoebe was pulling a face and the air was definitely not as fresh as it should have been. Oh no her nappy needs changing I thought.

I sneakily tried to hand her over to Clare.

“Oh no you don’t mister. Just because her nappy needs changing. Go get it done you wimp.” She said with a smile.

“But I don’t know how, I’ve never changed a nappy in my life.” I replied somewhat panicked.

“Neither have we!” Both Clare and Stacy answered in union.

Lisa was going to be no help — she was fast asleep.

Even if I do say so myself I managed OK for a first timer, little Phoebe had a smile on her face again so she was happy. Although the bathroom looked like a bomb had hit it, there was talc and wipes and all kinds of stuff everywhere. Clare laughed like mad when she saw me, there was nearly more talc over me.

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When I woke in my bed Rita was staring back at me, like I was staring at her yesterday. She didn’t say a word, just looked at me and smiled.

“See something you like?” I asked coming out of my grogginess.

Still she said nothing, but ran her finger through my hair and kissed me lightly on the lips. I lay there for a while trying to get her to talk, but was having no luck, then it hit me.

“Don’t feel like talking huh, well I’ll change that!”

I slipped under the covers and lay her flat on her back, and then I pulled her panties down and off. I kissed the toes on her left foot working my way up her leg. I kissed and licked the inside of her thigh, and when I got to her pussy I made sure I kissed around it while I blew hot air directly on her clit. She let out a few heavy moans but still said nothing. I then kissed the inside of her right thigh and made my way up her leg until I kissed the toes on her right foot. I made my way back to her pussy area, but still made no contact with it, instead, I kissed the strip of hair above her pussy, and then lifted her legs so I could lick the area between her pussy and ass. She was so horny the spot under her was already damp from her pussy leaking its juice. She even tried to force my head on her pussy a few times, each time I let her think she had me then I’d pull back real fast. Her moans were even louder now, but she continued to hold off, so I said to myself enough playing around. I reached up and pinched both her nipples between my fingers as I twisted them in place, while I used my nose to tickle the area above her clit and my tongue to draw circles around her pussy. Before I knew it she was wiggling around and moaning like crazy. Then just as I suspected would happen, she finally broke.

“Dammit Randy, I give! You win! I’ll talk, please just stop teasing me and eat my pussy!”

Gotcha.

“I knew you’d see things my way,” I said from under the covers. I locked my hands on both of her thighs and dove head first into her wet pussy. Her early arousal made her taste even sweeter. The fruity taste of arousal tingled in my mouth as she jerked around at the slightest touch of my tongue. After a while she seemed to stop fidgeting so much and started to enjoy being eaten. I ran my tongue across every crevice of her pussy, sucking on her lips, stabbing her hole with my tongue, licking her clit, all which seemed to get a rise out of her.

“Yes Randy! Eat my pussy! Oh god! I fucking love your tongue! You make me feel so good!”

In truth, I enjoy eating her pussy as much as she enjoys being eaten, so much that I lost track of how long I was actually eating her out. I twisted her nipple with one hand and spread her lips apart with the other. I flattened my tongue and licked every bit of pink I could see. I then flicked on her clit and stuck a finger in her pussy as she locked her hand onto the back of my head and her legs shook.

“Yes, I’m gonna cum! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Yes!”

Her orgasm shot out with so much force I had to back off at first, but when it slowed down I hopped back on her to drink as much as I could. When I finished I climbed up her still shaking body and planted kiss after kiss on her lips. She went back to saying nothing; she just mouthed “I love you” as she looked back at me. I wanted to stay there and cuddle with her for a while, but I knew soon it would be time to get up. No sooner than I said that there was a knock at the door.

“Ok, you two breakfast is on the table, get a move on,” mom whispered through the door.

“Ok, Mom!”

We exchanged a few more kisses then headed to the bathroom to clean up, and went downstairs to breakfast.

Mom and Dad were dressed at the table when we sat down to eat, not too dressed up, but casual looking.

“I have to take your mom to her doctors appointment in a little bit, so I need you two to run to the store and pick up some food for the trip to the cabin,” dad said.

“Ok, Dad sure. What are we getting?” I asked.

He handed me a list that had to have at least 50 different things on it and $250.

“Whoa! We’re only gonna be there for a few days!”

“You can never be too sure.”

Rita and I went over the list and decided best to go to Giant Eagle (self-checkout line). For about ten minutes we sat there making changes to the list until mom and dad got up to get ready to leave. We had gotten rid of a few things, but it was still a lot of food for four people.

“You should go get that stuff now before the stores get too crowded, you don’t want to be there all day,” mom said on her way out the door.

“Remember to get everything on that list,” Dad said following mom out.

“Ok, Dad we’ll take care of it,” Rita yelled back. We cleaned up, got dressed, hopped in the car and headed for the store.

When we got to Giant Eagle it was a little crowded, but not too bad. We grabbed two carts and went about picking out everything. Halfway through the list we split Giresun Escort up so we could get done faster. When I finished grabbing my stuff I went to meet up with Rita and saw she was talking to some guy, naturally I got a little jealous. Unlike last time at the concert, I wasn’t gonna just sit back and do nothing, so I speed walked my cart over to where she was at. As I rounded the aisle corner my cart ran into another girls cart knocking some of her stuff on the floor.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking!” I apologized.

“No its ok I wasn’t looking either,” she replied.

I helped her pick up what fell out of her cart, when we looked at each other I realized it was Stephanie, one of the few female friends I had.

“Hey Randy! Haven’t seen you in a while!”

“Yea I know, it’s been what, two months now?”

“Something like that. You spend all your time with your sister, where is she anyway?”

“She’s here, were shopping for a family vacation were taking.”

We talked for a little while catching up and everything, a little flirting now and again, and she gave me her phone number and said call her whenever I wanted to stop by her house and hang out. We said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways, just about the same time Rita stopped talking to her guy. We met up and finished grabbing everything on the list and went to the self-checkout line. We bought everything, loaded up the car and started for home.

On the way home we had little small talk until my jealousy kicked in.

“So who was the guy you were talking to?”

“Some guy that wanted to get with me, who was that girl you were talking to?”

“That was Stephanie, you remember her.”

“Yea, I remember she likes you.”

“Did you notice how much were getting hit on now that were in a relationship? I mean when we were single, nothing, but now that were together, it’s constant.”

“Yea I did, and I noticed how jealous we both get,” she said rubbing my leg.

I looked over at her and she was biting her lip, the sexiest of all come-ons. I was getting so horny I was about to pull over and fuck her in the car, but then I remembered we just bought all that unnecessary stuff and it was crammed in the trunk and the back seat, thanks dad.

“I think you need to hurry up and get home,” she whispered in my ear.

We were only about two minutes from our house at the time, but I still sped home. Our parents were still gone, so we knew it was one of those appointments where they were doing body tests (mom had one every month) so we had a couple hours. We took everything in and put it in the proper place, but didn’t take anything out of the bags. We practically ran up to my room and stripped off our clothes as we hopped in the bed. For a while we were just kissing and feeling up each other, but neither of us was too big on foreplay at that moment.

“Ok Randy enough of that, just fuck me!”

Her tone surprised me a little, but turned me on even more. I turned her on her side and lifted her leg, slapped my cock against her pussy a few times and slid right into her.

I held her leg up as I pounded into her from the side, and squeezed her tit in my hand while I kissed her neck. She held her head up on her arm as she met my thrusts halfway, forcing a clapping sound to echo through the room. I sped up a little as my balls slapped against her pussy.

“Oh Randy fuck yes! Fuck me, fuck your sister! You love it don’t you? Ugh, ugh, ugh, yea just like that ugh! Oh baby I love your cock shoved in me! Please don’t stop!”

I kept up my pace for about five more minutes and directed her to get into the doggystyle position. I let my cock head poke her asshole a few times before she jumped forward and flipped on her back, covering her ass.

“What are you doing? I’m not ready for that yet, besides, as tight as you are in my pussy you might rip my ass apart!”

“Oh well, it was worth a try,” I thought. She then spread her lips apart with one hand and pulled me down to her with the other hand. We kissed as I guided my cock back to her pussy, and shoved it in full force. She screamed into my mouth but never broke the kiss, and then locked her arms and legs around my waist and pulled me towards her, and then let go, and pulled me towards her again, effectively fucking me while I lay there and did nothing. After a while I had to get back into it, so I interlocked our hands and raised them above her head on the bed, lifted my bottom half off the bed so she would have to let me go, and drilled her with everything I had. I lay my head next to hers and moaned into the pillow as she was screaming in my ear. She raked her toes lightly across my lower back and made me shiver, and at the same time she contracted her pussy around my cock and I had to stop because it made my cock too sensitive. I sat up on my knees and lifted her legs off the bed, with an arm holding each of her thighs, and then continued fucking her swollen Giresun Escort Bayan pussy. A while later I thought I heard a noise in the house, so I slowed my pace so I could hear, but when I heard nothing, I went back to fucking her. About two minutes later I thought I heard something again, but I was too concentrated on Rita, big mistake. Not too long after there were three light knocks on my door then our dad barged in, with me still on top of Rita, what a way to get caught.

“Randy do you know… what’s going on here?” He was staring right at me.

I looked down at Rita who lay there silent in shock, but I could hear her heart beating rapidly as my cock slowly deflated inside her. I looked back over at dad and he still had that same look on his face as he held the doorknob. I thought for sure he was gonna beat the crap out of me for violating his little girl. Since there was little we could do to rectify the situation, I decided to tell the truth before he did anything.

“Dad, I can explain,” I said scared outta my mind.

“What’s to explain, it’s pretty obvious,” he said as a smile slowly crept across his face.

Why was he smiling? Did he know about us? Who told him? Was he gonna try anything with Rita? I had a million questions in my head, but if there’s anything I learned from TV, it’s that you always let the other person talk first, before you fuck up and say something at the wrong time.

“I knew you were lying when you said you weren’t involved with anyone! Ha ha my sons a chip off the old block! I was beginning to worry about you!”

We were both dumfounded, but still aware of the situation, so we went along with what he thought was happening so he could leave.

“Umm dad can you… you know,” I babbled.

“Oh yeah yeah I’m leaving, just make sure you’re done before your mother gets back. Oh, have you seen Rita? Your mom said she borrowed her planner and it has all our insurance cards in it.”

Just then it occurred to us he thought I was having sex with a random girl and not my sister. I breathed a sigh of relief as Rita mouthed to me where the planner was.

“I think she went to a friend’s house, but she usually keeps stuff like that in her desk drawer.”

“Ok, your mom and I should be back in a little over an hour, which should give you and your lady friend plenty of time to finish up.”

“Ok dad, you can go now!” I said desperately.

He looked at me one more time, pumped his fist in the air while he cheered and left. A couple minutes later we heard him say he found the book, get in the car and drive off.

“What the hell just happened?”

“It seems that daddy thinks you have a girlfriend!”

“I do, the sexiest girl alive, who just happened to be my sister.”

Her face lit up as she rolled over so she was on top as my cock fell out of her, but was getting harder by the second. She stuck two fingers in her pussy and brought them down on my lips, when I sucked her fingers clean she stuck the same two fingers back in her pussy and this time sucked them herself. She ran her tongue over her lips in a clockwise motion (probably the sexiest thing she has done by far), grabbed my cock and sat down on it. She was bouncing up and down on me so hard I thought the bed would break.

“Seeing dad standing there with your cock still in me scared the hell outta me, but turned me on so much,” she said while riding me like crazy.

I grabbed her ass and helped her bounce on me, and then she pulled me up and kissed me hard on the lips. Just then I got an idea, I got up with me still inside her and walked over to my desk chair and sat down in it. The new feeling was incredible, I felt like I slid another inch or two inside her. She must have felt the same feeling because she rode me even harder than before.

“Mmmmm baby this feels so good, your cock is even farther in me! We should have done this… Oh fuck I think I’m cumming! Fuck me Randy, yes yes! I’m cumming! Oh goooooooooodddddddd!”

I held on to her and kept fucking as I felt my legs getting drenched with her juices. She had a look of ecstasy on her face as she went limp in my arms. I held her close to me as I thrust harder and harder into her. When she came back to reality she put her arms around me and stuck her tongue down my throat. The pressure was building up in me and I screamed to her I was cumming. She rocked her hips faster and told me to cum deep inside her. About two minutes later I pushed as deep into her as I could and emptied everything I had into her. When I finished cumming I leaned back in the chair to catch my breath, with Rita still straddling me as she fell forward onto me.

“We really have to start locking that door!” Rita joked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. It was a completely ironic situation. Every time we were found out, it was because we failed to secure the door, and yet were still making the same mistake.

“Yea we’ll have to be more careful, that could Escort Giresun have ended in disaster, but we can worry about that later, we need to get cleaned up before they get back.”

“Yea you’re right, you put so much cum in me I don’t think I can get it all out! I’ll get out what I can and run us a bath.”

“What are you crazy? What if dad comes back again?”

“Remember what you told him? I’m at a friends house remember? Besides, the door will be locked anyway, and he’ll just think you’re in there by yourself.”

After a while I warmed up to the idea and she climbed off of me, holding her hand under her pussy as she walked into the bathroom. I lay back in the chair until I heard water running in the bathroom, and went in just as she was putting the bubbles and oils in the water. I locked the door and sat down in the tub, a few moments later she sat down right in front of me.

For about ten minutes we didn’t say anything, we just relaxed in the water. Sex with her is always great, but it’s nice to just sit back and relax with her without sex. I wrapped my arms around her and she leaned back and laid her head on my shoulder. We washed up so we could get that out of the way and get back to relaxing in the tub, when we were finished cleaning ourselves we went back to sitting there and enjoying the feel of each others body.

“I talked to mom yesterday, about what you said to her,” she said out of the blue. “She told me everything you said, about wanting to be with me, and buy me stuff, and love me forever, did you really mean it?”

I looked her in the eyes then kissed her softly on the lips. “I meant every word of it, this last week has been the best time of my life, and it makes me happy to know that the rest of our lives is going to be just like this.”

She looked up at me as her bottom lip started to shake, a tear rolled down her cheek and she pulled me into a sideways hug thanks to the awkwardness of the tub, but I didn’t care. She didn’t say anything, just released me from the hug and looked up at me, now with more tears running down her face.

“God you’re so beautiful, I could look at you a million times and be love struck every single time,” I said to her. I know it was a little corny, but thats how I felt. When I said that her mouth dropped and she let out a sigh, and kissed me with her teary lips.

“I can’t believe this is real,” she whispered as she snuggled up closer to me.

I kissed her forehead and held her close, feeling the exact same way she did, knowing how lucky we were to have each other. We stayed in that position until our skin started to get wrinkly, and then we got out, got dressed and went to watch TV in the living room while we picked up where we left off in the bathroom.

At around 5:00 our parents walked through the door with chinese food, ironically Kiss of the Dragon was just about to come on (Jet Li is one of our favorite actors) so we all sat down in front of the TV to eat. It was pretty normal except dad kept smiling and nodding his head at me, mom kept making sexy faces at me, and Rita kept touching me, some family we have. When the movie ended we made small talk for a while, then Rita and I decided to take a drive just to get out of the house.

She drove so I could lie back in the seat and relax. We drove around for a while talking about nothing in particular, then I hear her sighing a few times, so I asked her what was wrong.

“All these couples around holding hands and kissing in public, I hate that we won’t be able to do that.”

“I know, no one would understand, they don’t know what we have. Give it time, society will come around, if not, we’ll move somewhere no one knows us.”

This seemed to have cheered her up because she was smiling again.

“Ooh, a carnival! We have to go in!”

“Yeah, could be fun, I’ll get a chance to win you a stuffed animal.”

We parked, called mom and dad to tell them where we were, and went into the carnival, which was lit up in the night sky. We thought it’d be best to go on the rides first so we wouldn’t have to carry anything. We went on a train ride, a merry-go-round thing, a slingshot, and of course the ferris wheel (we kissed and fondled every time we were at the top). We took pictures of everything, even random people doing stupid things, we were having a great time. When we got on all the rides we wanted to go on we went to get some cotton candy and play the carnival games. I won a dog at the bottle game and Rita won a SpongeBob at the water gun game, but she really wanted this giant blue teddy bear from the balloon darts game, so I had to win it. My first two tries I missed winning by one balloon, the third I won a little bear, but she wanted the big one, so I was gonna keep playing until I won it. As I’m throwing darts I hear someone start to talk to Rita, but I can’t look away or I’ll mess up.

“So Rita, finally ditched your brother huh?”

“Not quite,” I said as I turn to face them, blue teddy bear in hand. Crap, its Rita’s bitchy friend Ashley.

Ashley is the girl in those TV high school dramas that everyone hates, but secretly wants to be friends with. She’s 5’5, 110 pounds of pure evil. She looks at me with this nasty look like I ran over her cat or something.

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“Anna, I fear you may overhear something of my behavior, my wickedness of that evening. I will try to explain my feelings, my seemingly depraved behavior. I pray you might have understanding for me. Oh my Anna, things did go so terribly wrong didn’t they.”

Eyes downcast Anna’s whisper barely audible, “Yes, yes they did and I know not how to ever forgive myself or the depraved evil of pleasure loosed within me.”

“Oh Anna. You did nothing wrong. Your feelings were not wrong, just buried and bound so tightly inside. The strong drink, without that, you may never… I shall tell you of me, what I have hidden away for so long.”

“Anna, Jimmy is not Sam’s son. You cannot breathe a word. Promise me, please.”

“Oh my dear Elizabeth, I would have never known. No, no. No one shall ever know from my lips. But how could this be?”

“Please, let me get this out. Bear with my poor narration or I shall never finish.”

Just before I was wed to Sam. I met a boy. It was at the prayer meeting. I would have frightful, or perhaps delightful little tingles all over whenever I was close to him. I knew he liked me by how he kept looking at me. I would smile demurely. I wished for his attention, yet respectfully of course. I put off his more ardent attentions carefully, knowing the narrow line I tread, for I wished not to lose him.

His was a good name. Jacob. I would often meet him after benediction in a small grove behind the tent and allow him kisses. Oh I should have known then for he could leave me breathless and the rest of the evening with such vitiated thoughts as I lie beneath my covers.

He was the Liveryman’s son and one evening he coaxed me to the barn and to the loft. He kissed me. I was dizzy with love, oh I loved him so with all my heart. His fingers loosed my loops and he pushed my dress from my shoulders. He bared my breasts and when he kissed my nipples I thought I should swoon from the warm tingling. I could scarce breathe. My skin became so warm as I was flushed with a desire like I had never known.

I don’t believe I even realized as my clothes slipped to the straw. His kisses were everywhere burning me, making my senses ache with need. He touched me where no fingers ever caressed but mine own. He found what no fingers but mine have ever known, my desires, for I was terribly wet with my need. His touch, the caress of his fingertips on the soft swells of me made me shake inside.

I don’t know that he pulled me to my sweet fate or that I collapsed. Yet I was looking up into his dark eyes. He pulled my hand to him. The warm hardness seared the length of my palm as I held him. I knew, somehow, oh I knew what to do. My hand tightened and I began to move it back and forth the length of the hard shaft feeling his warm wetness slipping over my wrist, my fingertips. When he moved over me, again I knew, as I lead the warm hardness overflowing my hand to the hunger that had such great need of fulfillment, and now demanded that I sate her desires. Yet I had a fear of, aghast at how he filled my hand for I had no knowledge of what I should expect.

There was little distress from my years of riding, yet had there been I don’t know that I would have felt it. His lips touched mine and my fingertips pressed his hardness against me, guiding him to my aching desire. I gasped as he pushed inside me. He thrust against me quickly as I took him deeply. I whispered so many sweet words of love against his lips.

All too soon I felt him spill inside me, yet I was so close, so very close… to something, to a feeling.

The next time, after the meeting we rushed quickly, directly to our nest. I wanted him. I wanted that thing I had missed. He took me, yet it was I that took him. I savored the feeling of his hardness inside me. My breasts, so sensitive, burned with his kisses as his lips caressed my nipples. The feeling as he moved against my skin, his kisses on my cheeks, my eyes, the tip of my nose made my hips move, lift with an aching need. Yet, this time as I felt him spill his warm wetness inside me, I felt a warm tingling, a rushing warmth flow over my body burning me, making me shudder inside. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move as I felt myself clenching tightly over and over against the length of him. I had an incredible need for him to be deeper, so much so, to become a part of me.

I swooned, oh I swooned. It was like nothing I had ever felt. My heart pounded and I gasped for the return of my senses.

Foolish girl that I was, I became pregnant. He shamed me refusing his duty, my love. How was I to know. I loved Jacob with all my being. I was overwrought with despair. I couldn’t tell anyone. I was so scared. And there was Samuel. I knew he liked me and spoke Hatay Escort of me. I knew he was a good person so I lead him into marriage to protect myself and my baby, Jimmy.

Sam never knew, still doesn’t. Yet even now he thinks Jimmy is his. And that is the way it must always be. I shall always be with and care for Sam for I owe him our lives. Yet, Sam is not a lover and I have been left with the desires Jacob so deftly stirred. I shamefully admit some adventurous interest when you came to me with their plan for our sons.

“You must believe me Anna, I had no idea. We planned so carefully. I didn’t know, could not have imagined we would be with… you with your Tommy and I with my Jimmy.”

“Perhaps you have some small insight into the reason for my wickedness of that night. Pray let me continue this narration lest I falter.”

When Tom pulled me from Tommy and pushed me into my Jimmy’s hands, I could scarcely breathe for my distress. The terror in your eyes as your Tommy pulled you away only reflected the terror in my heart as I knew what was to be. Unwittingly by our folly our own sons were to have us.

I fell to the coverlit… what was I to do? I thought perhaps, I chose to close my eyes, my senses, to hope for a quick coupling, for him to finish with me and for our escape. Yet, the errs of my foolishness were not to end.

He kissed me, his lips at my throat, his warm breath between my breasts. I had such fear that he would discover me. My heart pounded so that I thought it should burst. He had quickly kicked out of his denims. Then so quickly he bared me his lips at my nipple. I looked away, not wishing to witness. But, he lingered… caressing, one then the other. A slow warming, in soft waves spread across my skin. I… I looked down at him… and my hand touched his hair. My Jimmy. He is my sweet Jimmy.

His lips were tormenting me, my nipples were burning. How could he know to do this, yet was it him, or my own quelled passions? From one to the other, his lips pulling, his tongue teasing as I gasped with desire, yet trying to smother my need. I found my fingers had left his locks and were pushing my breasts upward, my nipples each pleading for the warmth, the torture of his lips. I ached for the little paths he was tracing around them with the tip of his tongue, his teeth nipping the swollen tips. My skin tingled with warm bumps to the tips of my toes.

He paused, and my cheek turned to the side trying to recapture my composure, my breath. Yet… with no sense of shame my hips readily lifted for him as he pulled away my underthings. Dare I even try to say it was for hope of a quick end? His hand touched me discovering me sodden, for my desires had most surely betrayed me.

“Oh Anna, shall I continue, for what follows is most shameful and I wish not for the loss of you or for you to be discomfited.”

Anna clasped her hands tightly within hers, “Yes, yes my dear Elizabeth, you must finish, you must not keep this inside you. You are my dearest friend and I know there was no escape from what you had to endure.”

As surely had an incubus taken me, when Jimmy touched me there, touched my… my most sensitive lips, I became entranced. My desires opened for him and his fingers slipped easily into my depths. Then he pulled away to push open the warm swells, higher… I was so slippery for him. I gasped as his fingertips touched me, lightly tracing around my most hidden need. I gasped… moaned as he caressed my clit and then slipping back down to move inside me. Over and over he did this as I lay there, I think, dying. My face was burning and my heart pounding. My thighs, my knees shamefully opened for him, pleading for him.

I looked down at him as he looked up, and it was my Jacob, my lost Jacob, my desire. I reached for him, taking him in my hand. It was as so long ago. The burning hardness filled my hand and I could scarcely take my eyes from it as my hand slipped back and forth. He was so beautiful, my Jimmy, my Jacob. I was bewitched. I pushed him down and took him in both hands. Over and over I slipped my hands up and down the hardness, so warm, the little drops I coaxed from him so slippery in my palms.

I could not stop, and I am so shamed, I leaned forth to kiss the tip of his desire. To coat my lips with his need, to hug the warm shaft against my cheek. He was so very hard, so much in need of me. As I pulled away I caressed the length of him with my lips slowly, thinking I should never reach the tip, but once there kissed it lightly. He lifted his hips suddenly and pushed it inside my mouth. Oh my God, I didn’t know what I should do, yet, my instincts delivered me and my hands began to move up and down the length of him as Hatay Escort Bayan I used my tongue to caress the warm roundness I held within my lips. I never wanted to stop, for it to end. I wished to enslave him there within my lips. His hips thrust higher and I squeezed tightly moving my hands faster. I… yes I wanted to please him, no me, please me? I just don’t know. To have him fill me, to drink in his being… to savor his need.

I shamelessly wailed my hunger as he pulled away from me, as he pushed me to my knees. Yet as the tears of my longing wetted my cheeks he threw my skirt over my back and moved behind me. Oh my God I was horrified, he was to take me as any animal. I could feel him brushing his burning hardness over my bareness, pressing it against me. I gasped as he began to enter me, his hands moving to my hips. But for the witching of the incubus flooding me with the wetness of desire I believe he would but have torn me asunder.

I have never known such fullness. I could only hold myself up as possible with weakening arms as he pushed completely inside me. And then it began. My arms collapsed as I swooned and fell to the covers. I cannot describe the feeling as over and over he thrust his way into me. I only know that soon my back was arched and my knees had moved far apart wanting him deeper, wanting him as he was taking me, as a beast. To be ravished, yes I was as a treasure he was plundering. The moans of pleasure, my soft cries surely nothing he would have known of me, his Mother.

I couldn’t keep up, he was moving too quickly, I could only hold still for him as he took me, as his hips pounded against me, his hardness thrusting inside me. My body trembled as his need ravished me. My breasts burned with desire, my skin feverish as he I felt his fingertips tightening, hurting, oh such sweet hurt. I knew… as the guttural cry of his need took him and I felt him spilling himself into me. My Jimmy, my sweet Jimmy… and as so long ago again I felt that warm tingling, so hot… pouring over me in waves such that I would have collapsed had his… had he not held me up. I was shaking and crying as wild as the ruttish animal I had become for him. And then I fell to the covers, my heart aching for what I know I shall never have.

“Anna, I lay there and heard angry voices, angry that you had left. Footsteps came to me. They took me, as my Jimmy. Two in turn. Oh Anna, my heart could not endure, but my desires were awakened and I wanted them, oh mercy my God I wanted them as they took me. I fought them, but not with fists or teeth, but with my tears of hunger. With my hips I took them. I feared that I could not get enough and even though they were not as sweet as my Jimmy, I could not deny my need.”

“I lay there as they went in to drink and then slipped out. I took your ruffles that were upon the floor as I left. And now I am here.”

She looked up into Anna’s eyes, “Please forgive me Anna, my weakness, I was so… so wanton, I need someone to forgive me.”

“Oh Elizabeth I shall forgive you if you will but forgive me, for I think that I cannot get up for the weakness even now in my knees from your experience. I wish for the courage to do, to feel as you did. I wish for your desires, yet I cannot bring myself, allow myself… I know not where I would in any way.”

“No Anna, hold to your innocence. Hold tightly. We did what we must, we tried. Pray hope this is to be the end of it.”

Elizabeth reached over and hugged Anna tightly, “I must go, I have supper to fix and I have taken your time.”

As they stepped outside and walked to the pathway along the dusty street Elizabeth stopped clutching Anna’s arm to her.

“Look Anna, there, getting down from that surrey. It’s the lady I spoke with at Carsonville. You know, she has the girls. She’s coming toward us. What could she wish with us?”

“Hello ladies. I believe I’ve met you, Elizabeth isn’t it? And this lovely lady must be… well, no matter. She certainly fits the description.”

They stepped back, Elizabeth asking, “What do you want, why are you here? I think you should leave immediately. We have no wish to speak with you or be seen with you.”

“Ahhhh yes, well my dears, be that as it may, it seems you shall have no say in the matter. There has been a request. A request, payment made and payment accepted for a certain tall well shaped beauty. The same which I, provided before? And on a second thought it was requested that the pretty little bitch, I believe that is what she was refered as, also be in attendance. Something owed I believe they said.”

“I think you should leave us as we have no idea what you speak of.”

“Oh but I believe you do. You were the Escort Hatay one demanding I keep the previous payment and keep my girls away from a couple young men? I believe you were the indignant mother? Yet it seems, there were two young men, and two lovely ladies attended in disguise? And one of which was in a terrible hurry to leave? Oh would I have loved to have been there to watch how you two managed.”

Elizabeth grasped Anna’s hand pulling her away, “If you don’t mind, you’ll excuse us as we have things to attend to.”

“Oh yes, yes you do have things to attend to. A little social gathering. A few of your… friends, they wish another go at you. They paid quite well. I could use you two in spite of… your age.”

Anna stared in horror as Elizabeth stepped forward, “Listen, you leave us, leave us now. We won’t be attending anything for you.”

Spinning her parasol as she turned toward her buggy she laughed, “I came to make it easy for you, to help you and to satisfy my curiosity as to the other lovely lady in question. I knew in an instant from the street it was you two. So, as you wish. When no one arrives they will come looking for me. I can easily prove none of my girls were there. And, I suspect I can easily convince them who the ladies in question were, so good day to you. If you change your mind, you shall have to come to me.”

Anna and Elizabeth stood watching the horse slowly turn and pull the surrey away.

Anna turned crying in near panic, “What are we going to do, Elizabeth, please, what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know Anna, I don’t know. What can we do? Perhaps if we go to her, plead with her. She might send someone else? If we paid her? I have a little sewing money hidden away. I will go to her, tomorrow. I have reason for the ride there to look at stock for the store. Will you go with me? Please Anna, come with me?”

“Yes, I will. I will go with you. We have to do something to stop this.”

Quickly finishing their morning work, they met at Sam’s General Store for the trip. It was a quiet ride as there was little either could think of to say. They pulled the wagon over near the Carsonville bank where they slowly made their way looking into the shop windows and then furtively slipping into the doorway of the housing that Elizabeth once stepped into before. Their eyes wide adjusting to the darkness of the room they walked over to what appeared a counter of sorts. There was a young girl sitting there eyeing them questioningly.

“Yes? May I help you ladies?”

“Yes, we wish to see… to see….”

“Miss Marie-Louise, the Madam, yes of course, I will go tell her you are here.”

Anna and Elizabeth looked around at the ornately finished room filled with comfortable looking Queen Anne chairs and settees. There was a beautiful stained staircase curving to the upper level.

“Well, look what we have here.”

Startled, the two quickly turned to see the Madam behind them.

“A lovely place isn’t it? Looking for a position perhaps? I must say business is quite good. We may have an opening for a couple eager performers, though you may be a bit old. On occasion though we get a client looking for his… Mother.”

Blushing Elizabeth quickly replied, “Certainly not. We came to ask that you send two of your… employees to the gathering you mentioned previously. We are prepared to pay you, though we haven’t a lot.”

Smiling, Marie-Louise turned away to pour a glass of wine. As she twirled it watching the color swirl she looked back at them over the rim.

“Keep your money, I’ll not accept your money. You two fine ladies treated me like vermin yesterday when I had come to help you. Like something left in your yard during the night. No, I don’t want your money. No, no… oh you shall attend oh you shall. And I will also be there… to make sure my two girls please the clientèle. I do have a reputation to uphold. And you two are going to uphold it. Perhaps you would like to stay awhile for some instruction for I doubt that the things required of my girls, are practiced in the darkness of your… boudoir.”

“NO… No you can’t, you can’t do this. We will pay you, just tell us what you wish. Here, we have the money. Please take it.”

“No, I have already been paid quite well. I think I know what happened that night though I would love to know just how it came about, to have seen your faces. And for what you did that evening, there is no telling what they would do to you should they find out. Oh you will be there and I to watch over you and your performance. And Saturday you will be here. Here in this room before dark. If you are not, then not long after dark, or perhaps morning if I feel merciful… they will come looking for you, you with your noble God fearing chins so high.”

“Now ladies, you might wish to leave as some gentlemen will be arriving soon. Should they see you and make their desires known for a slightly older woman… well, that is a beautiful staircase is it not?”

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Fiction story

Title: Attempt to have a CFNM family

Summary: Two girls attempt to change their family to a CFNM one and make their father and brother submit to them.

Chapter 1

My sister and I have been wondering for months how to get the two males at home naked and being our personal slaves. Perhaps the word ‘slaves’ is a bit harsh. We just want to enjoy seeing their naked bodies and ask them to do things for us.

I must tell you that both dad and our brother have an attractive muscular body and it is the envy of most of our friends. We heard many of them remark about how good looking brother is and how attractive and young looking our father is.

It was one of the girls who work in the same office with my sister that prompted us with the idea of a CFNM atmosphere at home.

After months of brain storming how we can get our males naked and how we can convince our mother to have them naked at home, came to us on a fine spring day. We here out in the park where we met a couple of friends who where talking about their holiday plans. They told us that they were going to a club in the country where nudity is obligatory. There one can enjoy the freedom of being naked at all times of the day. The swimming pool is quite large and the deck area is also attractive as it is surrounded by a large number of mature trees.

We showed more interest and asked them if they have been there. It was a stupid question and the way they were describing it to us, we should have known it. They told us that they were there a couple of times with their boyfriends and they told us that as the number of guests is not very large, in the evening various groups of guests would organize some adult fun.

The phrase “adult fun” got us more interesting in the holiday subject and we begged them to tell us more. One of them just smiled; looked at us and said “You invent your game and convince the females of the group to support the idea and then one way or another we convince the males to go along.”

“Like what sort of games?” I asked enthusiastically.

“Think of something you would want to see” she told me

“Well. What about a competition of masturbating and who cums first?” I asked sheepishly.

“That is not a new idea and during our last holiday it was done about 3 or 4 times in the two weeks we were there.”

I looked at my sister and gave her a devilish smile. She just smiled and nodded her head in approval of my thoughts.

After getting the details of the place and how to get there, we thanked them for their company and interesting conversation. Before we departed, one of them told us, that if we were interested, we had to book early as the club accommodates about 60 guests in total.

“Bingo!” exclaimed my sister. We just need to see how to convince the rest of the family to go on a nude holiday.

“What about convincing the males to participate in such games?” I remarked.

“We cross the bridge when we come to it. Let us now think of how we shall get the family to go there first.” My sister replied.

We did not have to wait too long for the idea to pop up. On Sunday as we were driving to go and meet our parents at a restaurant we planned to have lunch, the radio station we were tuned in announced the winners of the previous week competition. The prize was a weekend break for two persons at a summer resort in the French Riviera.

“Yes, that is it” I shouted.

“What is what?” my sister asked.

“We pretend that we won a competition for four persons in a surprise location.” I announced.

“My dear sister, you forgot how to count. We are five in the family.”

“Five would be an odd number to make the story credible. We tell them that we asked the organizers to have a fifth member and we pay for this extra member.”

“Brilliant! But how are we going to convince mum and dad?”

“We need to involve our friends again. We ask one of them to phone home while we are at work and give the news to mum that Linda and Jane won a holiday for 4 persons to a surprise destination. But first we have to phone the club and make the reservations to make sure that they have accommodation available.”

We contacted our friends that same afternoon and we explained to them our plans. They were ready to give us a hand in this game and we arranged to meet on Monday evening at the pub to plan the details over a glass of wine.

Chapter 2

My mobile phone rang while I was returning home from work. Mum was on the other end of the line. Her voice was excited and I could hardly understand what she was saying. The game started and she received the telephone call with the news of the fake win. I asked her to calm down and she should wait for me to arrive home as I was only some minutes away.

There was another call on my mobile phone. This time it was my sister. “Hey, she swallowed it bait, line, hook and sinker.”

I could not understand one word of the rest of her conversation as she must have been dying with laughter. I asked Kars Escort to control herself and we see each other back home.

As soon as I arrived home, mum was visibly shaken and excited. I too pretended to be excited. “Mum, we never won anything in our lives and now this. Wow, wow and wow.” I told her.

“Wait till your father hears about it. We were discussing where we should go for our holidays this summer and this came up. Tell me what was this competition?”

Mum, it was a sort of questionnaire in a women’s magazine and they also asked for a slogan for a product that is advertised in that magazine.” I replied.

“In a million years, I would never dreamt that we win.” I continued

“The lady on the phone said that it was for 4 persons. Pity!”

“Don’t worry mum. I will contact the organizers and ask them to arrange a holiday for 5 persons and we shall pay for the extra person. That way we shall all go. OK? Now calm down and please make me a nice cup of hot coffee.”

During dinner the main topic of the conversation was this holiday to a surprise destination. Dad seemed not fully convinced but the enthusiasm mum spoke and repeated for the thousand time the conversation with this woman on the phone, helped to ease his tension and commenced to accept this fact.

“Where is this place we are going for our holiday?” he asked.

“Dad, honestly I do not know. The competition just mentioned a surprise location. Who cares where? It is a free holiday and even if it is in a place that we already have visited, I would love it just the same as if it were a new location.” I stated.

All seemed to agree with me.

The next few days we invented some letter heads of a fictitious company and wrote ourselves a letter congratulating us for winning the competition and enclosing a voucher for 4 persons to “Club X Holiday Resort” giving also the dates and confirmation of our accommodation.

The questions started coming our way again and I told them that when I contacted the organizers to ask them to book the extra person, they told me that they will make the necessary arrangements with the Resort for an extra bed in a bungalow. I explained to my parents that I was informed that all bungalows accommodate 4 persons so it is only a matter of installing an extra bed. I told them also that a representative of the organizers would contact us a few days before the departure date to give us the exact details where we should go.

The weeks flew by and finally the departure date was only a week away. My sister and I produced the necessary paperwork we received at our friends’ address and informed the family that the Resort was only about 2 hours by car and we should drive there directly.

The big day arrived and when all our luggage was loaded in the car, dad keyed in the destination address on the GPS and the estimated time of arrival was 2 hours and 8 minutes according to the information on the GPS.

The scenery on the way was breath taking especially when we got closer to our destination. We were all speculating what we were going to find and my sister and I could not stop giggling at the suggestions. Little did they know that in a few minutes we ladies had to expose our pussies to the boys and the boys had to expose their hardware to us.

We just crossed our fingers that there would be no strong opposition to the location and that all would accept it.

When we arrived I asked the others to wait in the car, while I went to the reception to make the necessary arrangements for our booked accommodation. Thanks heavens that they remained in the car as the receptionist was an attractive middle aged lady fully naked and fully shaved down under.

She told me where we should park the car and gave me the keys to bungalow 16 and gave me instructions how to reach it from the parking area.

The pathway was narrow as the hedges were a little bit overgrown and invading the walking space. We could hear the laughter and splashing of people jumping in the pool. We reached the bungalow and put our luggage inside. Then came the surprise.

“What the hell! What kind of place is this?” I heard dad shouting after he had a look through one of the windows on the far side of the entrance door.

We all rushed and saw what my sister and I expected to see — lots of people fully naked.

Dad wanted to leave immediately and told us not to unpack so we head straight back home. My sister and I objected and we asked our brother if he would mind doing like all the rest of those people and go around naked. There were some beautiful young women out there and we were sure that his answer would be a positive one.

“Well dad; that is already 3 persons in favour” I said.

“Make that 4” mum said.

Reluctantly dad gave in. For a while we all stood there looking at each other not knowing what to do. I picked up some courage to break the ice and started taking my top and bra off. When they saw me topless my sister and my mother also started undressing. Kars Escort Bayan It took the boys a little bit longer to pick up courage and it was only after all the 3 of us females were fully naked.

From the bulge in their pants we knew the reason for their shyness. They did not want us to see them naked with a hard penis.

Mum encouraged them to take their cloths off and she said that their hardness will soon wear off. They looked at each other and blushed. It seems that they knew they were caught being hard.

Mum approached dad and undid his belt and pulled down the fly on his pants. I asked my brother if he needed assistance to undress, which he immediately refused and started pealing his cloths off.

It was obvious that both were hard as they tried to cover themselves up with their hands. Mum suggested that they go and have a cold shower to calm down a little bit.

Out near the pool we could see several men with a semi erect organ.

While the males were having their shower, we females unpacked the luggage and placed the cloths in the wardrobe and drawers remarking and laughing that if we knew we would not have carried all those cloths.

When the males finished their shower, that is when they felt confident that their organ was limp, they picked up courage and appeared from the bathroom still embarrassed to show their intimate parts.

“OK!” I said, let us pick our towels and go and have a dip in the pool.

I picked up a towel and headed for the door and saw that mum was right behind me. We called the others to be quick about it and that we shall meet them at the poolside.

In a small area it is not easy to find a quiet spot, however we managed to find an area that would accommodate the 5 of us. Mum laughed when she saw dad and my brother walking towards with the towels on their shoulders and hanging to cover their manhood.

After a few minutes the shock seemed to wear off as we all got up and went to have a dip to cool our bodies from the hot sun. All walked to the pool without carrying any towels in hand, same as the other people were doing.

At around 13.00 hours a pretty young waitress, blond, shaved pussy and about my age, came around to take our order for lunch by the pool. About 30 minutes later a young waiter, mid 20’s, also fully shaved, came and served us what we ordered.

As my dad and my brother could not lift their eyes from the nice shave pussy of the waitress, the same thing happened to us females. We could hardly lift our eyes from the well-endowed shaved package of our waiter.

We observed that with the exception of a couple that were heavily trimmed down under; all the others were fully shaved. Our family was the odd ones out as we were all hairy.

I whispered to my sister and she suggested that we should go back to the bungalow and shave. It was not met with too much enthusiasm; however we all seemed to walked back together back inside.

When we were back in the bungalow I asked if he would shave me as I never touched a razor blade in my life and I was afraid to cut myself. He looked at me surprised and looked at mum. She told him that if he shaved me he had to shave her also. You should have seen the look on his face. My brother quickly prompted that he shall shave my sister’s pussy himself.

I placed myself lying on my back on the floor. I did not want to lie on the table as the height would obstruct my view of dad’s penis. I wanted to observe his reaction while he shaved me. He asked me to lie on the table and I told him that I feel comfortable on the floor. He brought the shaving cream and his shaving razor, changed a new blade and asked mum to bring a bowl of water and a towel. I spread my legs and already started seeing some movement in his penis. He wetted my pussy hair and applied some cream on his hands and commenced spreading it around my private parts.

My sister imitated me and asked my brother when he was going to commence his job on her. My brother’s penis also had some instant reaction.

Dad commenced from my belly shaving downwards towards my clitoris. When he shaved that area he had to shave around my pussy opening between my legs. He asked me to pull my pussy lips to one side so he would have better access. I just spread wider my legs and asked him to do it himself as he knows exactly what he wanted to do. He looked at mum and so of, waited for her approval. I saw mum looking at him with a certain smile and waiting for him to see what he was going to do. It seems that dad was lost. I told him that I was getting tired with my legs spread that way and he should hurry up. He took hold of my pussy lips and pulled them to one side. The shaving cream seemed to make them slip from between his fingers and he made a second attempt, this time grabbing them harder, which almost started to hurt me. You should have seen him then. He was sporting a full erection. A quick look at my brother and he too was fully erect.

When dad said that he was ready, I asked mum Escort Kars to inspect me and see if he did a good job. She observed some stables here and there and also remarked that my anus was still hairy. Dad had to feel around my private parts with his hands and re-do the areas that he found rough. I stood up and went down on my knees presenting my ass in dad’s face and asked him to finish the job on the back end. I felt his hands spreading my butt cheeks and applying the shaving cream and then carefully he shaved the little hair I had there.

When I was shaved, I went to watch my brother shaving my sister. He was fully erect and got quite embarrassed when he saw me that I was admiring his manhood.

Mum told dad to shave her. He stood up and took the bowl of water with one hand and covered his manhood with the other. Mum told him that he should take the razor and change a new blade. He told her that he would return but mum insisted that he had two hands and he could carry the razor in his other hand. She remarked to him that sooner or later what he considers his private parts are going to become public as it is ridicules to walk around covering his manhood all the time.

He looked at me and I remarked that mum was correct. After all we are going to see a hard penis instead of a limp one, but it is always the same penis.

Without saying any word he picked up the razor from the floor, thus uncovering his erection.

My brother was almost done on my sister. I inspected her and he seemed to have done a better job than dad as I did not see any stables. I took my sisters feet and pulled her back so that her butt was almost the level of my brother’s face while he was sitting on his ankles. I told him to shave her butt hair and he too spread her butt cheeks and removed the few hairs she had there.

He stood up to clear the little mess he made and I could not help touch his erection and felt the blood pulsing in my hand.

We all now joined mum and dad and watched him shaving her pussy. Naturally he was more confident handling mum’s pussy lips and I would have bet all my savings that if we were not there he would have penetrated her with his fingers.

While watching mum hair disappear from her pussy, we could not help watch the hard manhood of dad and Tommy our brother.

When dad finished shaving mum, we told the males that they too should rid of their body hair. Both seemed reluctant but with a little encouragement from us they gave in and started spreading shaving cream around parts of their chest, tummy and genital area until all was done.

They went in to have another shower to cool and tame their hard manhood.

We all went back by the pool and had another refreshing dip. Back on the pool deck I set on the towel with legs across facing a family next to us. The boy could not take his eyes from my spread newly shaved pussy and started sporting an erection. Few moments later his mother returned from the pool and on seeing us all shaved she complimented us for our clean look. “Excuse me” she said “but I cannot help compliment you on your shaved look. This morning you were the only people with hair here and now you decided to join the rest of us. By-the-way, I am Amanda and these are my children, Christine who is 19 and Geoffrey who is 25. My husband Sam is still at the bar with some friends. Ah Men! They can hardly have a conversation without having a pint or two. He should join us later.”

Mum took it upon her to introduce our family to her. I just kept my fingers crossed that mum will not mention how we got here in the first place. She swallowed the competition bit but perhaps Amanda will not and we will be barraged with questions.

Good thing the conversation changed. Amanda noticed Geoffrey had quite an erection. “Geoffrey, why don’t you go inside and remedy your little problem.” She told her son. Geoffrey looked into my eyes sheepishly, stood up and started walking to their bungalow. “Christine will you go and check on your brother.” And without a second suggestion, Christine stood up, came to me, took me by the hand and invited me to go with her.

Without a second thought, I just complied with her request and went along with her. On the way, I asked her by what her mother meant when she told her to check on her brother. She explained that when her brother or her father is aroused, they, meaning she and her mum, make the boys masturbate to rid off the erection for a while. She continued telling me that she is going to watch her brother and make sure that he shoots his load off otherwise he can sport another erection in a short while.

I think that Geoffrey wanted the ground to open and swallow him when Christine announced that I will be watching also. He stood there standing, facing us with his eyes fixed to the floor. Christine snapped and told him that she wants to go and sunbath and does not have all day. He placed his right hand around his shaft and commenced pumping up and down along the shaft. “Please hurry up, you are moving too slow. You will take ages to finish what you started.” She snapped again at him. Although his rhythm increased, she was not happy. She went knelt beside him and told him — “Let go, let me do it” — while grapping his shaft and with a fast tempo she made him cum in a short while.

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Sam agreed to Aunt Char’s bargain to oversee the family trust after being confronted with compromising photos of himself. He also has a considerable horde of images of Aunt Char. Their sexual attraction to each other heats up in this part of the story.

All events take place between consenting adults who are over 18.

***

The banquet was two days off, a gala Saturday night affair. There were meetings with attorneys about the family trust. It was odd to be on the other side of the table in those discussions. Though he was competent, Sam was not a trust attorney, and was grateful to being led through the documents.

Aunt Char sat next to him, her leg against his. Occasionally, she leaned her head against his shoulder, when the conversation touched on Uncle Marv and his wishes. It made Sam feel protective of her, glad to able to comfort her.

She also played with him as he tried to listen to the attorneys. She slid her hand in his lap and left it there waiting for his cock to stiffen. It did. Sam was sure the attorneys thought she sat too close, but due to the emotional nature of trusts and wills, they probably chalked it up to a woman’s response to grief.

She may have been grieving, but she was seriously toying with him at the same time. In an exchange of papers, she let a few pages drop to the floor and bent down to pick them up. Sam leaned over as well and she smiled at him giving him a good look at her cleavage. She turned slightly putting her back to the room and pushed down on his thigh to assist her in rising. The others could not see her attempt to pull his fly down.

“You okay, ma’am?” one of the attorneys asked.

“Oh yes, perfectly. Just needing something firm to push against so I can stand.”

Then came the signing of documents transferring all the authority over to Sam. Aunt Char asked the attorneys if they could have the room alone as they signed. She was getting rather tender, she said. They excused themselves, “Yes, yes. Please take your time. We know how difficult these things can be. We can notarize them later.”

As soon as the door shut, Aunt Char was on him. She threw her arms around Sam and placed her open mouth on his. She was on fire, reaching for his cock, trying desperately to fish it from his trousers. She slid her hand down his pants feeling for him. Up to her elbow in his pants, she found and squeezed his balls tightly, his cock lying along the inside of her hand and wrist. It was both painful and pleasurable to have his balls squeezed so firmly.

“This is it, dear Sam. Do you promise to take care of this trust? Both the family Trust and my trust? To look out for my needs as well as the needs of the Trust?” She was frantic with passion and fear.

She had quite the grip on Sam’s manhood and, though he was ready to go through with the arrangement, there is no way he could have changed his mind without losing a testicle. So, with his balls in her hand, he promised to take care of the Trust and to take care of her. He knew that it would mean making love to a mature woman, something he would have to practice often. With her hand under his thigh, he pledged his word to her.

Aunt Char relaxed her grip on his tender balls and stroked his cock several times trying to amend for the discomfort she had caused. She lifted her head inviting Sam to kiss her and their tongues danced together.

She continued to stroke him awkwardly with her Kars Escort hand deep in his pants. Sam felt the semen rising. His balls contracted readying for an ejaculation. “Uh, Aunt Char, I am going to cum if you don’t stop,” he managed to say pulling away from her kiss.

She withdrew her hand and Sam thought they could continue with the signing, after they had caught their breaths. But Aunt Char was intent on finishing the job she started. She pulled down Sam’s zipper roughly and fished out his rigid cock, scraping the head rather roughly on the zipper as she did. He did not have time to complain.

Bending down she covered his cock with her mouth. Sam could see her red lipstick smeared on it. Aunt Char continued to stroke him and to bob her head in time with her handiwork. Then Sam boiled over and came. He didn’t know how much cum he produced because he never got to see. Every volley he shot went into her mouth. Without a gag or cough, Aunt Char swallowed the entire offering.

When he had subsided, Aunt Char stood again and looked at him. She smiled and opened her mouth. “Kiss me, Sam.”

There was no cum to exchange but the taste of his ejaculate remained. Sam liked it, of course, as she knew he would. They were indeed in this together, pledged and promised.

A knock on the door interrupted us. “Doing okay in there? “

“Yes, thank you.” I said. “Just a moment longer, please.”

Sam held Aunt Char in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s get these papers signed and finish up here, shall we?” She nodded and buried her face in his chest again.

She pulled back and her ice blue eyes glistened with tears. Sam’s shirt was wet where she pressed herself into him. It would be convincing evidence that the alone time was needed to process her grief.

Sam zipped up and she pulled out her mirror and lipstick. They sat down and began writing. Many pages, many signatures. When done, Sam walked over and opened the door. The attorneys came in again and were appropriately circumspect given Aunt Char’s emotional condition. “You both look drained.”

“Yes, drained.” Aunt Char said. “Isn’t that how you’d describe it Sam?” He nodded seriously. “MmHmm.”

In the car on the way home, Aunt Char was giddy. She was proud of herself for giving Sam a blowjob at the attorney’s office, happy that he was at last installed as her protector and the president of the trust. She could not keep her hands off him. Sam did not mind, but it was quite awkward with her jerking his cock as they stopped at lights, waited at crosswalks, or when she waved to friends.

They made it home without him spilling his seed again and they nearly tore each other’s clothes off as soon as they entered the house. Aunt Char was wet and hot. No fingering her to arouse her passions, she wanted his cock driving into her immediately. They dropped to the floor. On her back, she spread her legs and opened her arms inviting Sam to lie on top of her.

He obliged and pushed the head of his cock into her and waited. She rocked her hips wanting him to push in all the way. With his weight supported on stiffened arms, Sam looked down at her. Her breasts had rolled to her sides; her nipples were firm and proud. A flush of red covered her throat and chest. She was randy and ready.

Watching her as he thrust in and out, he saw his Aunt Char dissolve in delight, smiling, crying out, pressing her lips together Kars Escort Bayan “Mmmmmmmmm.” He let her orgasm build at her pace. He did not distract her by sucking on those wonderful breasts. Did not kiss her. He merely pumped his cock slowly in and out of her wet cunt. On the outward pull, her vaginal muscles tried to capture and pull his cock back. So, he glided in again.

He let her focus solely on the pleasure of having a cock in her wanting pussy. It had been too long and she needed to feel every minute of pleasure from it.

She arched her back and breathed in halfway and held it. Her jaw clamped and her muscles tensed. She dug her nails into Sam’s arms. Then she moaned as a strong orgasm washed over her. Several waves of pleasure wracked her body. He had stopped pumping as soon as she started to cum. She was too overwhelmed with her orgasm to notice.

When at last she was able to breathe again, she looked at Sam. “Whew! I needed that. Thank you.”

Then, she asked, “Did you cum?” Sam shook his head. “Oh, you must! You simply must!”

So, he began rocking again pushing in and pulling out. He drove deeply into her and withdrew nearly the entire length out again. When he was ready to cum, he timed his first bolt just as he pulled out of her. His cock pointed upward and a drop of semen flew in the air, landing on her chin. The next two landed on her breasts. The final three ejaculations made a trail from her breasts to her navel. And the last remnants dripped onto her pussy hair.

He breathed raggedly, recovering from the intense orgasm and looked at her smiling face. She looked peaceful and content.

“You’ve made quite a mess! Perhaps, you will be good enough to clean it up, young man.” A lovely smile crossed emphasized her invitation.

So, Sam leaned in and carefully licked the cooling semen from her very warm body. He slurped and sucked and swirled it with his tongue. When he finally went to address her pussy, he could not help but lick at her swollen clitoris and to suck gently on her lips.

“No, no, dear Sam, I am too tender there.” And she tried to clamp her legs shut. Sam relented and stretched along her side, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, as new lovers do. Eventually they got up and fetched dinner and watched some TV before bed as familiar lovers do.

The next day was the gala. Sam’s idiot cousins would not attend, as Aunt Char had predicted. They both called her and wished her well. She told them about Sam’s agreement to lead the Trust and neither Russ nor Audrey raised an objection. Likely, they were glad to have that settled and relieved they would not have to look after their mother.

In the hours before the event, as she tried on dresses, she took selfies and sent them to Sam, asking if this outfit or that looked best. She at last decided on a black dress, padded shoulders, deeply scooped neckline, a hem that fell to just below her knees. It was provocative without being inappropriate. The men would enjoy the cleavage she revealed and the way the dress clung to her ass. The women would merely hiss.

She came into Sam’s room through the shared bathroom, looking lovely. She had diamonds in her ears and around her neck. They set off her ice blue eyes. She was carrying something in her hands. In one was her small digital camera. In the other was a jewelry box.

“This is for you. I hope you like it. We can Escort Kars get it resized if it does not fit.” She said anxiously.

He took the velveteen box and opened it to find a large gold ring in it. As soon as he saw it, he knew it would not fit any of his fingers. “We may just have to do that, Aunt Char. It’s way too big.”

“Are you sure, dear?” And then it dawned on him. Her smile and downward glance told him what was on her mind.

Sam unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was limp so he began to tug on it trying to coax an erection. Aunt Char took photos as he did. “Hardly fair, is it?” he protested, “I am trying to make this work and you are distracting me.”

With that, she placed the camera on the table and pulled the top of her dress down, exposing both her breasts. Crossing one arm under them, she looked directly at me. “Does this help?”

It did. She was stunning to look at. Her hair perfect. Her makeup perfect. Her nails perfect. Her jewelry perfect. But what started him erecting was the sight of her lovely, sagging Sam breasts. The large pink areolas and the firm, beautiful nipples that he had lusted over for years. They would now be his to look at, to kiss, to play with, and to ejaculate onto. When his cock was nicely firm, he slipped the gold ring over the head fitting it snugly just behind the crown.

“No, I guess we don’t have to take it back to the jeweler after all,” Sam replied.

Sam leaned over and grabbed the camera and pointed it toward Aunt Char and snapped her photo. She was smiling mischievously, breasts dangling out of her formal dress, arms crossed in front. She looked directly at the camera unashamed, proud to show herself to him. It would become his favorite image of her.

She also took photos wanting to record the way his cock looked, adorned as it was with a gold cock ring. She turned the camera toward him. Sam liked the image, thinking, “It does look impressive.” Even if he had to admit that he was turned on by the sight of his own cock.

They went to the gala and celebrated Uncle Marvin and his generosity. Many people came up to chat with Aunt Char and to congratulate Sam on accepting the trust presidency. She got more of the attention, as she deserved. Sam got the money-grubbing fundraisers trying to tell him about their visions and their needs for grants.

The dinner was the usual banquet fare. It was the speech that was the most memorable. Aunt Char did a brave job recalling Uncle Marvin. She choked up once or twice, but soldiered on. “I am so wet…” Awkward pause. Then she went on “…with tears.” Sam thought he heard the entire audience exhale.

Then another, “Sam’s firmness is a joy and a comfort. He is the perfect fit.” Again, the audience held its collective breath. “The trust will do well under his guidance and discharge my dear husband’s wishes perfectly.”

And at last she said, “Would you please raise your glasses to the two men who have made me so wet.” Glasses clinked and people looked strangely at one another. Did they hear her right? “No, couldn’t be.” “Look, she’s crying. She meant wet with tears.” Their neighbors were in a forgiving mood that night, and assumed it was one of her quirks, so sweet but seeming to speak in double entendres.

As they were driving home that night, Aunt Char turned to Sam and asked what he thought of the speech. He chuckled and said, “It was entertaining and heartfelt.”

“What do you mean. It was all very true!”

She took Sam’s hand from the steering wheel and placed it on her thigh. She pulled her dress up and spread her legs. Then she pulled his hand to the place where her legs met. Indeed, she was very wet.

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Fantasy love is much better than reality love.

Andy Warhol

***

Is foreplay when you get the couple next door involved?

***

Brief recap: Rob had been missing Andy, his long time best friend, who had died following a tragic car crash. During a meeting with a Clairvoyant / Medium, Andy’s spirit had transferred into Rob’s body, along with some of his physical attributes. Rob had been asked to look after Emma, Andy’s girlfriend, but found her high maintenance and expensive to please. Helen, Rob’s elder sister, had sampled Rob’s enhanced baby making kit and his much improved self confidence. Their mother (Christine) knows a little about the Clairvoyant evening and Emma, but not everything. The story continues:

A week or two passed and things seemed to cool. Rob smiled to himself as he toiled with the idea that Andy was perhaps on a heavenly vacation – wasn’t it called being on cloud nine? Then came an evening that told him that perhaps Andy’s visit to cloud nine had come to an end. Helen had used some of her accumulated flexitime to finish early so she and Rob could have a full evening swimming. Christine more-or-less told Helen what she’d told Rob: it was good that she and her brother were getting on well. Rob and Helen exchanged a wink and a smile. Little did mum know why.

If truth be known Rob, having ‘merged’ with Andy, had suspicions that Helen was morphing into Emma – perhaps he should have showered instead of chancing Emma’s dried juices entering big sister’s honeypot. After the encounter in the woods, Helen had suggested they try out the jacuzzi. Perhaps he shouldn’t have confided in Helen about his evening with Emma, but there again perhaps this was Andy’s plan. Rob might never know.

It was at the pool that Helen also mentioned the occasional nudist swims. “Ask the lifeguard,” she insisted.

“He might be more inclined to tell you,” advised her younger brother, and he was probably right.

“He doesn’t know who runs the nude sessions,” she reported back a few minutes later. “He got on his walkie-talkie thing and the reception are going to give us the details.”

There was no repeat of the naked shower like Emma had done, nor the need for a fuck in a large changing cubicle. On the way out Rob spoke to the receptionist.

“As far as I know,” she said, “They welcome new couples and they’re due again on the first Saturday evening of next month. I’m Jasmine by the way. Hopefully my boyfriend and I will be there.”

“So you’re members too?” asked Rob.

“Yes, Andy mentioned it a couple of times. We tried it and loved it.” Although Rob had visited the pool many times, he took notice of Jasmine’s eyes for the first time; bright, sparkling ebony eyes that almost drew you in, richly sensuous eyes that demanded your attention.

“Oh, silly, I almost forgot,” she said, pushing her chair back and leaning forward to pick up her purse. Rob watched her breasts move, her open, ill-fitting blouse offering a tempting view. Purse in hand she caught his eyes stealing a peek. She smiled the briefest of smiles, opened her purse and took out a small card. She leaned forward again to copy the number on to a Post-it, handed the paper to Rob and smiled again. Rob thought the second brief view of her tits wasn’t given accidentally. She too sneaked a look – at Rob’s bulge. “It starts at 7pm,” she said, “Don’t be late.”

***

“Hi, how can I help,” said Jeff.

“Er, is that the man who organises the erm … swimming sometimes … for people who want to … ” said Helen, very nervously. Rob had thought she was the least likely to be thought of as a random pervert.

“Can i ask how you got my number,” asked Jeff.

“Well it was the town pool receptionist, Jasmine. Andy Jenkins was a good friend of my brother. Andy died in that horrific car accident, he and his girlfriend Emma used to swim with your group. We wondered if we’d be able to come.”

“Yes, I know who you mean. I heard about the tragic accident. Andy was a good friend of one of our members and, yes, I do organise the nude swims but we’re very careful who we allow in.” He paused a few moments. “You and your brother you say? You’re both over 18?”

“Yes.”

“I need to take down some details then I’ll post you a visitor form. We need it completed; bring it on the night with photo ID; drivers licence, student card, passport etc.” He continued, briefly outlining the club’s conditions and stressing that in order to swim regularly they would need to become members. The form arrived in a plain envelope two days later with a glossy leaflet about the club.

Rob and Helen went swimming twice again before the all important Saturday arrived. Jasmine was on duty the second time. After swimming Rob and Helen stopped to chat with her for a few minutes and it seemed she knew Andy quite well, Emma – his latest girlfriend too. Jasmine was 21; older than Rob but younger than Helen.

“Andy was a great guy, very friendly and not afraid to chat me up,” she smiled, Hatay Escort “Even with Emma there. I was really sad to hear he’d died as a result of that drunk driver causing the smash. The police are prosecuting him, they charged him with involuntary manslaughter, drunk driving and a few extra charges. The car wasn’t even taxed or insured.”

“I’d known Andy from when we first started school – I was 4,” said Rob.

“How about your girlfriend, Helen,” she turned her head, “Did you know him.”

“Oh, only when he came round to see my brother,” Helen answered.

“I’m so sorry,” saud Jasmine, “I just assumed …”

“It’s OK,” they both laughed, “It’s not the first time.”

“You must be real close,” said Jasmine, “Doing things together, and did Jeff say it was OK to come on Saturday?”

“Yes,” they both answered together.

“Will it be your first time nude in public?”

“Well … apart from Es Cavallet on Ibiza, yes,” said Helen.

Rob turned to her, “You never told me.”

“You never asked,” was the curt reply, “Anyway, it was a girls’ holiday.”

“Tell me if I’m being to personal, but presumably you’ve not seen each other naked?”

“I don’t think it will matter,” Rob chipped in, swerving the direct question, “If everybody else there is nude too.”

Jasmine smiled broadly, “Well there’s a good mix of ages there, but I think it’s fantastic the two of you want to go together. Anyway I have to cash up – we’ll be closing soon. Hopefully I’ll see you there Saturday and introduce you to Jack, my boyfriend.”

Almost without thinking, Rob said, “I’ll look forward to seeing more of you.”

“That works both ways,” said Jasmine, smiling, “I do hope you don’t disappoint.”

Helen gave Rob such a glare that could have bored straight through the reception desk. “My room,” she said, as soon as they arrived home.

***

It took Jeff the organiser just a few minutes to check the form and IDs, giving them a temporary pass. They paid the admission and went through to the changing area.

“Hi,” said Jasmine, and introduced Jack. They were both naked, stuffing their clothes into a locker without paying the deposit and taking the key. “It’s a pain having to keep the key on a wristband and the key gets hot in the sauna,” He explained. Rob watched as Helen eyed Jack up and down. OK, he had muscles in the right places and a near total tan with just a tiny white bit, obviously protecting the part that mattered. Of that he was only average, Rob noted, although penis length, he later found out, wasn’t the only thing girls considered in a man – even a naked man. “We’ll wait in the cafe for you,” said Jasmine, “We thought you might be a little nervous first time.”

Looking around it seemed hardly anyone used the changing cubicles; perhaps it didn’t matter. Rob’s eye was caught by the wide range of quality underwear the ladies were discarding – it was almost like one of those Party Plan ladies only evenings … or so he’d been told. His mind immediately went back to Andy’s parent’s bathroom, inhaling Helen’s dried, musky, intimate and very sexy aroma from a pair of her equally sexy panties he’d ‘borrowed’ for the day. How good it would be, how fucking good if he could sneak back to an unlocked locker and … shit, he was already firming up.

Although he knew it was an 18+ club – or at least the swim nights were – a petite young lady with the smallest of tits and hardly any waistline was just in the process of discarding her panties – shaved too, just how he preferred.

“Rob!” growled Helen. “You’re here with me so screw your eyeballs back in their sockets.” Perhaps it was as well, for Little Miss Tiny Tits’ partner arrived – all of 6ft something and built like a brick shit house. Rob lowered his eyes and, after deciding to close the locker in case anyone made off with their ID cards, he followed Helen like a naughty puppy, even though her eyes had already scanned Jack’s physique.

Jasmine waved. She and Jack were seated at one of the cafe tables. Hmmm, cafe was perhaps a posh name for what was really just a small serving counter and half a dozen tables. It was always closed the evenings Rob had been there and often in the afternoons too. A grumpy middle aged woman was serving a selection of hot and cold drinks, almost out-of-date biscuits (cookies in the UK are usually upmarket biscuits, with an upmarket price) and salted snacks. The coffee that Rob bought was bitter, overpriced and lukewarm. He made a mental note.

Jasmine beamed, putting her hand under the table and on to Rob’s thigh, “It’s so good to see you Helen and so sweet that you’re so comfortable naked with each other.” Rob couldn’t help but notice how her hand moved, her eyes – her deeply enticing eyes – checked that Helen’s eyes were elsewhere. Hell, her fingers lightly tickled. What kind of event was it? Partner swapping? He dismissed the idea – Jasmine was just being friendly. Helen was in animated conversation with Jack Hatay Escort Bayan but he had his hands above the table.

“It’s nice to see someone who isn’t a complete stranger,” said Helen, smiling back. The four chatted for a short while, Jasmine to Rob, Helen to Jack. Jasmine’s fingers never actually touched his cum gun, but came very close.

“The sauna and steam room are included in the admission price,” said Jasmine, “You can join us there later if you wish. You’ll need a towel though to sit on, for hygiene reasons.”

The swimming pool complex was quite big though parts were often cordoned off if they were short staffed and, Rob assumed, to save money when the complex was not so busy – off-peak times were school term time afternoons and most evenings after 6pm. Money had been donated by some large business group as an acknowledgement of their roots in the town; starting up as a small business it had grown and the founder had been a swimming enthusiast so he had matched the town council’s contribution to create a splendid complex.

The main pool – UK standard 25 metres – was open all the time to anyone who wanted to swim for fitness. There was a smaller fun pool with a wave machine, an even smaller pool for kids swimming lessons and of course a heated jacuzzi. The carefully considered design offered waterfalls and fountains and a plethora of eye-catching curves. Rob and Helen both tried the flumes, one of them quite scary which dropped the rider into a plunge pool at the end. Helen was more keen to try and retry and, well, Rob wandered off on his own.

At the far end of the flumes, just before the sauna and steam, was an area with sun loungers with a large span of open glass above. The idea was that, even on a cold day outside, if the sun shone it made an ideal place to relax. Rob passed one woman, he guessed the same age as his mum, laid asleep, or at least eyes closed. Even in her, perhaps, late 40s she was stunning, her smaller than average breasts still firm, her waist slim and her legs long and toned. What pleased Rob was her beautiful lack of pubic hair. Despite the years, despite any babies, she had kept the finely sculptured look that nature had, in her teens, granted her. Rob slowed as he passed, momentarily stopped to adore her beauty, realised Andy’s gift to him was swelling then moved on.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” came a voice from behind him. Rob turned. “It’s OK son, don’t worry. The whole point of nudity is to let others admire the beauties of the human form.”

Rob nodded, and with a suddenly dry throat croaked, “Yes, but you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, son. You’re still young and maybe Frances is a similar age to your mum.”

“Probably, but I haven’t seen mum without any clothes on.” Rob answered, “And she, Frances, looks a similar build to mum – her breasts, waist, height and even hair are almost the same.”

“It pleases me and it pleases my wife,” said the man, “That you are able to enjoy what she has to share.” He turned to her, “Frances, you have an admirer.”

She opened her eyes, raised her head slowly and gave Rob the once-over. She smiled and offered her hand, “Pleased to meet you …”

“Rob.”

“Pleased to meet you Rob, you’re quite a handsome young man.” Her eyes flicked down to Rob’s semi and he automatically covered himself. “Oh no, Rob, don’t be embarrassed. It’s quite a normal reaction for a young man like you.” She swung her feet off the lounger and stood facing Rob. “Please, sit,” she motioned to the lounger, “You won’t be as obvious, though I’m sure that no one will be offended and it certainly wouldn’t be the first time a young man has had the same problem here.”

Her husband laughed, “Not at all, in fact one young man had …”

“OK, OK Harry, we don’t need all the details,” she said, laughing. “So, I look a bit like your mum? Tell me which part you like the best.”

Rob remained silent, his tongue appeared to be stuck and wouldn’t move. His mouth was dry. His eyes, however, told tales.

“Come on now. Don’t be so shy.”

A voice suddenly sounded in his head, ‘Go on then,’. Rob finally spoke, “It’s your, your,” He pointed, “I like women smooth and you’re just, just so perfect.” Frances quickly scanned the area around and moved towards Rob. Her shaved pussy was now just inches away from him. “I like compliments and just for a moment or two I want to be your mother. Does she shave?”

“I … I … I don’t know.”

“Would you like to touch?”

“Y … y … Yes. Please.”

“Are you here alone?”

“No, my sister is on the flume.”

“Your sister? Interesting, do you often see her naked?”

“Not often, well, just recently.”

“That’s good, many would envy you. She shaves?

“Yes, and before you ask, yes she’s allowed me to touch.” How the fuck had he just admitted that?

“That’s good, now give me your hand.” Rob did so, and she guided his fingers at first, then allowed him to fully appreciate the smooth Escort Hatay curves of her most intimate place. “I’m sorry,” Frances said, “But swimming in here has taken away my natural scent. I expect you do appreciate a woman’s natural scent?”

Rob nodded, “When I get the chance.”

“Rob, I’m so happy you appreciate me and you’ve been honest. Go to locker

03 and you’ll find a pink bag. On the top you’ll find my knickers, they’re lacy and deep red. Take them but don’t tell anyone. Promise?”

“Sure … I mean, don’t you mind?”

“They’re a small gift to you. My husband and I will talk about this when we get home, then we’ll fuck. I’m sure you’ll understand. One last thing; I want you to kiss me and I want to kiss you,” she pointed to her vee to make sure Rob understood. They exchanged kisses, Rob’s pride standing like a steel soldier. There was just a faint trace of red lipstick.

Rob collected the lacy, red knickers – the sexiest pair he’d ever seen close up. As everyone was busy enjoying the swim or a chat he put them to his nose. They smelled absolutely divine.

Later that evening Frances and Harry talked about Rob, what Frances had done had happened several times before: no, many times before. The pair fucked like rabbits.

Rob returned to a raised area. He could see Helen climbing the flume stairs for the umpteenth time, then suddenly he felt a pair of very firm breasts pressing into his back and two hands reaching round, brushing his nipples lightly before covering his eyes.

“Guess who,” said a familiar voice.

“No idea,” joked a surprised Rob, “Give me another clue.”

“How about?” the voice replied, a kiss and a tiny lick on the nape of his neck sent a pleasure tingle down his spine, the owner of the voice lightly tickled his nipples again and the firm breasts pressed tighter against his back.

He turned, “Emma! Wow, didn’t expect you here.”

She pouted a very sexy lower lip, “So I’m not welcome?”

“Sure you’re welcome, just didn’t expect you.”

She frowned. Even her frown came from a very sexy face, “Andy made us both members and it’s a shame to waste it. You’ve been avoiding me.” The second pout was even sexier.

“I’m really sorry,” said Rob, “I felt I couldn’t keep up with you and I’d heard you had a new boyfriend.” He was aware of her breasts lightly touching his chest. As she talked they moved slightly, alerting his prime weapon. Had he not known her she would have been severely invading his personal space, but he suddenly wanted her close.

She kissed him gently but firmly. “My new boyfriend was loaded … with his own ego. He bought me stuff but he was a terrible fuck.” Emma thought for a few moments, “How are you here?”

“We asked Jasmine, receptionist here. She gave us Jeff’s details.

“We? Us?”

“Actually Helen my sister asked her. She’s over there, queuing for the flume that drops you into the plunge pool.”

“Then she won’t miss you for a few minutes,” said Emma, pulling him gently by the hand through a door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’. “It’s OK,” she assured Rob, this storeroom is only used when there’s swimming lessons, school holidays or when there’s a few kids in. It was almost full of floatables and inflatables, leaving just enough room for the two to stand. Oddly enough it seemed then that Emma was the only other human being in existence.

“I need you, Rob, urgently. I’ve missed you, I’ve missed your kisses and I need you inside me.” As she pressed herself against him it was as if nothing else mattered. She kissed him, all the while pressing and moving her breasts and her perfectly smooth pussy against him. Her kiss was divine – heaven sent – for her lips tasted of the sweetest tropical fruit he’d ever dreamed. She opened her lips and their movement commanded him to obey, to open himself up for her desires.

‘Look after her’ came a voice in his head, ‘Take care of her needs, I’ll help you.’ And as if to make sure the message came across it rolled round and round in his head, quite like an earworms – one of those tunes you hear that just won’t go away.

“Hey, sexy. Are you here or somewhere else?” Emma kissed him again, this time with her jaws fully open, her mouth available for him to explore. Their tongues roamed, saliva mixed with saliva, teeth clashed against teeth and all the while his erection grew, hardening until it was like steel. She pulled away, planting little kisses on his neck, his nipples, down his stomach and at the tip of his cock. “My, you’re thicker than I remember,” she said, “And I want you inside me.” There was a low stack of foam mats and she lay on top, hoping they wouldn’t spill over, “Now, please,” she continued.

He didn’t need any guiding. The tip of his cock entered her at first attempt and then he pushed firmly, causing her to draw breath as her hole widened. She was wet, not from the water but her own copious juices and soon he was fully inside her. Then the odd sensation came again – his cock was further expanding like one of those long balloons until she was completely full. He was sure it would hurt her, but her lubrication ensured all was smooth and well oiled. It was like a perfect piston inside the most expensive engine, tightly fitting but moving perfectly.

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Yes, there are many Mom & Son camera stories on Literotica. Yes they are often similar, this one is mine. If you do not enjoy this subject matter do not read it.

This episode is the third chapter of my story.

She was not lying in a fetal position, more curled & comfortable. I walked around the bed so I was facing her front. I grabbed my cock, slick, warm & wet with our juices, leaned forward and touched her butt cheek, effectively wiping my wet hand on her thigh & ass.

The camera was still on the bed, I started clicking photos of mom.

“You look beautiful mom, so serine, so relaxed; look at the camera please.” She lifted her head and stared directly at the camera lens, a beautiful smile shimmied across her lips as she started to straighten her body. Still on her side, her legs slid down, her chest lifted, her head moved up a little on the pillow. She was now lying on her side, full length looking directly at the camera. Her left hand moved over her upper thigh & left ass cheek feeling the drying juices I had wiped on her smooth skin.

“Mom, hold this look, open up your body.” She started turn her body to lie back, immediately exposing her breasts and vagina, I moved so my legs were touching the mattress, zooming in the camera view onto her face, my erect cock 6 inches from her face.

“Sweetie, I am not sure…” I bent my legs at the knees so my cock lined up with her mouth and moved forward until it was touching her lips. As she opened her mouth to say the word we I slid my cock between her lips.

“Waaa.”

“Mom, lick the top, look at the camera, let me slid in.” And she did. She licked my penis inside her mouth cleaning off our juices as she moved her head, enough to create an in out movement that I added to, my hips increased the action.

I did not allow her to change our motion as I climbed onto the bed crouching over her body, my cock buried in her mouth; my legs positioned either side of her chest. I could feel my ass cheeks bouncing off her nipples as I pulled out, fucking her mouth. I continued to snap photographs of her face with my cock buried between her lips at varying lengths as she moaned and I pumped. The camera seemed to neutralize her fears about fucking her son, at least while we were fucking.

“Mom, you suck great cock,” I tried, as her moans, my grunts & the sloshing of saliva accelerated.

“Mmmm, thank you honey, your father she stopped trying to talk & concentrated on sucking me off.

My cock exploded in her mouth, she swallowed as I squirted, she, still able to make mewing sounds as my load exited my cock.

“Ohh, mmm, nghhhh. ” Cum kept coming out of my penis, down her throat. My body positioned above her, appeared to increase the volume of ejaculate. I kept cuming, she kept swallowing.

“Oh god mom, you are so beautiful, this is so hot.” I managed as I stopped cuming and slowly pulled my deflating penis out of her mouth. Still towering above her, kneeling above her torso, I scooted down, grabbed the camera & snapped a couple of shots of mom’s face. Cock free with small dribbles of cum on either side of her mouth, her eyes barely open, an expression of apparent total satisfaction on her face, she looked great. I captured the moment.

“Sweetie, perhaps we should sto-rrrr,” mom started to say stop. I could tell from her new facial expression, even as she licked her lips to clear my cum, this was not going to be a good comment. I quickly slid down her body to kiss her on the mouth. It had not been my intention to kiss mom during our photo taking however, I could be flexible.

Our lips locked together, she immediately slipped her tongue between them and started to kiss deeply. My tongue entered her mouth as I kissed back as hard as I could.

I was kissing back primarily to stop her talking, reason 2, it felt great. It was like kissing a new girl friend, hot, deep, wet and sexy. Mom was kissing me as enthusiastically as I her.

Our mouths opened maintaining the kiss, lips still sealing in the saliva, our tongues exploring as much of each other’s mouth as we could reach. I realized mom’s mouth was coated in my cum, sticking to her teeth. My tongue tasted the slick saltiness (at least it was mine), my cock hardened fast as we kissed, my mind reliving my cock exploding in her mouth.

We were still kissing. My body lying on mom, my legs outside of hers, knees on the mattress, to take some of my weight. My chest squishing her breasts, cock hard between us. Then we stopped, at the same time our lips separated, tongues withdrew, I lifted my torso and kissed a nipple, then moved back to kiss mom again. She spoke.

“Sweetie we can’t be kissing, I am your mother, this is so wrong, please get off me.”

An idiot would have pointed out; our kissing was the least of our recent acts. I am not an idiot. I did not completely Isparta Escort understand how mom seemed to have no problem fucking with the camera in use but was uncomfortable kissing her son on her bed. I had a pretty good idea.

“Mom, I love you so much, I am sorry you feel this is wrong. Why don’t you put on your pretty swimsuit and let’s go improve our tans.

“Take a shower, I’ll meet you downstairs.” This was a risky suggestion; mom was naked on her bed, our combined juices seeping out of her pussy & her mouth sticky with her son’s cum. I was betting that the effect of her drinking twice the amount of alcohol she usually drank in a week, in an hour, on an empty stomach, would cloud her judgment.

“Okay sweetie, I won’t be long, see you soon.” I was correct, the buzz was still on.

“Cool mom, see you in a minute, I’ll refresh our drinks.”

“Honey, I’m not sure I should drink anymore.” I let that comment go and raced to my bathroom, washed my cock, rapidly showered, put on swimming trunks (my shorts were still in mom’s bedroom) jumped down stairs and made us new drinks.

The new drinks were simply vodka (still the strong one), lot of cranberry juice & some sprite with ice. No need to over-spike the drinks. What mom had already drunk, topped up with this drink should keep her happy without a crash, I hoped.

I heard our patio door open behind me. Mom had showered and changed fast, her drink had a thin layer of condensation, mine was also wet, nearly full.

“Hi mom,” I turned to look at her.

“Wow mom, you look fantastic, that bikini rocks.”

“Thank you sweetie, it feels good to wear something sexy.” The white suit did look great. Cut high up her thighs and barely enclosing her breasts, they moved as she moved, thin straps struggled to hold everything together. Her ass was covered as was her front. This was no teenage thong; it was a sexy bikini for an adult. I had moved our loungers into the sun, small table between us, camera was on the table. (I had grabbed the camera as I left mom’s bedroom instead of my clothes).

“I made refreshing drinks, try a sip.”

“Honey, I am not sure I should drink anymore, I have not eaten today, and I feel a little tipsy.”

“Okay mom, no problem, just try a taste, it’s cranberry & Sprite.”

“Hmm, that’s good, is there any alcohol in it?”

“A little, it’s mostly juice & soda. Vitamin C is good for you.” Mom took a bigger drink, when she put her glass down half the drink was gone.

“I’m glad you get to wear your bikini mom, you look beautiful, you’ll get a better tan and I get to check you out.” I laughed as I spoke the last words so mom knew I was kinda joking. Obviously she did not have amnesia but I felt we were back in a more normal mom & son relationship, tanning on the patio. Cum, juices & sweat washed off, a new beginning.

“Thank you sweetie, I can feel the sun on my skin”.

“Same here mom, ‘feels good.”

Those were the last words we spoke for 25 minutes. Cloudless sky, early summer, it was hot & our drinks were finished.

“Sweetie, I’m not sure I want to get up, can you get me a glass of water please.” I looked over at mom, lying on her back, eyes closed.

“Sure mom, you want a drink?” Mom raised her hand to block the sun’s rays and looked over at me.

“Oh my god, look at you, you’re burned all over.”

“Mom, it’s nothing but some color, to get me ready for the summer.” I sat up and realized I was pink, all over except when I lowered my swim trunk waistband.

“Oh my god sweetie, look at your white skin.” Mom was right, it looked pretty cool the pink of my stomach that contrasted with my white skin below the tan line.

“Mom grab the camera, you gotta get some pictures,” said I. I saw her hesitate to touch the camera; her hand literally hovered above it.

“Mom, come on the pics will look great.” I interrupted whatever thought was slowing her down, apparently not enough to prevent her thought pattern.

“No sweetie, the camera seems to start…” I interrupted what was going to be something bad.

“Mom, it’s okay, why don’t you put sun tan lotion on me, I’m starting to feel the burn.” This was a lie but it did stop mom’s train of thought.

“Okay sweetie, you are looking very pink.”

I lay on the lounger and mom went to work rubbing sun block on my back & legs. She was performing in a very business like way, no gentle rubbing, fast & thorough when I said.

“Mom let me remove my swim suit so you don’t get lotion on the fabric.”

“Son, I am not sure that is a good idea, your bottom is white.” If that was mom’s only reason we were in good shape.

“No problem mom, I need to get some color on my ass, in case I buy a smaller swim suit.” By the time I had finished speaking I was naked.

“Okay sweetie.” Mom Isparta Escort Bayan rubbed lotion onto my ass same as she had my back & legs. She did it carefully, quickly & without pausing when she rubbed my butt.

Then I turned over, as quickly as I could & without warning. Knowing if I asked or hesitated, mom would say no.

“Honey, what are you doing?”

Mom please put lotion on me; I’m pink on my front as well.” Obviously not keen but mom was still mom.

“Okay sweetie.” She started at my chest recent memories ensured I was still exited and ready for more of mom. As she leaned over me her cleavage gapped as her breasts swayed.

“Mom you look fantastic, you are looking pretty pink though perhaps I should put lotion all over your body?” I could almost hear the gears turning in her brain; son, lotion, mom’s body, touching, all over. In an effort to delay me touching mom, mom touched son.

She slurped more lotion onto her hands and grabbed my cock. She began sliding her hands up & down my shaft & then over my balls. It was like watching a porno, live before my eyes. Mom kept on touching and massaging. If she was delaying me doing her, she really couldn’t stop.

“Wow mom, this feels fantastic, don’t stop.” I was still lying on my back in the lounge chair. I opened my legs apart so she would put the sun tan lotion under my balls towards my ass. Nothing too intimate but it gave her a new place to rub and use up the lotion.

“Son I think you are ready for some more sun,” she stated beginning to stand up after leaning over for so long.

“Hold on mom, you look beautiful in your bikini, let me take a pic.” I was starring at her cleavage as I spoke, my intent pretty obvious, her brain slowed by alcohol, my actions faster. I turned & grabbed the camera from the table.

“Err sweetie, I am not sure,” camera rapidly in hand I snapped a shot.

“That was great mom, lean in you look so beautiful & sexy, step over the lounger, foot either side.” And she did.

Standing astride my body (on the lounger), her legs nearly 30 inches apart on the ground, she leaned down as I clicked the camera, photographing first her cleavage, her face & then her crotch. The shape of her shaved pussy lips were visible through the bikini fabric.

“Mom, this is fantastic you are so hot, I can see your wetness.” The strain on the bikini fabric from having her legs apart was riding into her pussy, I could see a faint change in the texture of the white fabric. God this was hot, so was mom.

“Mom, take off your bikini top.” I lowered my voice, enunciated the words as an order, I was pretty sure she was hooked. Her breasts swung free as she threw her top behind me.

“Sit on my cock, mom.” Another order, followed.

She shuffled forward a little and lowered her vagina directly onto my very hard, erect penis. Perfect aim as she slid the bikini bottom aside to allow my cock to enter.

“Mmmm mmmm, “we both echoed as her vagina filled with my penis.

She started working her pussy on my cock, like a machine, up & down, mom was doing all the work. I lay there studying her face, breasts and then watching my cock appear & disappear as she worked. This was one fit lady, in control and obviously enjoying ever pump. Moans echoed from her mouth as little tremors raced through her sweaty body every 2 or 3 minutes. Just like in her bedroom, she was an orgasm machine.

Ten minutes in I realized I had forgotten to snap any pictures as I stared at mom. She was astride my body, powering up & down on my cock. I took a couple of photos, adding compliments. Mom, oblivious at first it seemed.

“Ohh mom, you are the best, this is the best sex I’ve ever had.” And by some measures it was. Seeing my mother pumping my cock with her pussy, entirely by her own effort, tits swinging, legs astride my chair, leg & stomach muscles flexing, her face showing multiple expressions as she maximized her pleasure, was incredibly sexy.

“Mom, look at the camera.” She obeyed, her eyes looking straight through me as I clicked a couple of shots. Her expression was something almost surreal, balanced between dreamy & intense, not with me in person but wrapped around my cock like a skin graft.

I put the camera back onto the table and sat up. My lips closed around her erect nipples, sucking, tweaking and switching between breasts as fast as I could. Mom’s moans confirmed she liked the contact, without me clicking photos we were still fucking. I placed my arms around her glistening body; even for a fit mom this workout was breaking a sweat.

I caressed and touched her shoulders, back and quickly reached her ass cheeks. Not sure how long I had without the camera in action, I slid my hands under her ass cheeks & touched my cock still sliding in & out of mom’s vagina. Both hands surrounded Escort Isparta my cock and touched her pussy, she groaned out loud as my contact increased. Her juices were flowing, my fingers were quickly soaked as I moved one finger to her asshole.

Crouching astride my lounger, lowering her body up to my mind my fingers had discovered her asshole wide open. My middle finger slid in.

“Ohh mmmm,” said mom. My index finger joined it, in mom’s ass.

“Ohh sweetie, I’m not su,” started mom.

“Mom, this is sooo hot, don’t stop.” I growled as I kept the two fingers invading her ass motionless and started sliding my other hand & fingers all over her labia & pussy (yes, to distract her). Meanwhile my brain said yeah.

“Ohh sweetie,” sounded like something felt good.

It was obvious mom was tiring, the frequency of fuck lifts had slowed and her leg muscles appeared to be stiffening. Time was running out. The fact I had been lying effectively motionless for the last 20 minutes while mom did all the work meant I was strong & she was weakened.

Mom was still orgasming, although less often; her pussy, my crotch & prick were soaked with her juices.

That is why when I placed my free hand under her ass, close to her center & kept the other hand, 2 fingers still in her ass in place, lifted her body up and forward she only squealed a little, when I removed the 2 fingers and dropped her body onto my cock, straight into her asshole.

“Eeewww, ohhh sweetie, oh my god.”

Man it felt good, so tight, mom’s pussy was tight and her vaginal muscles had clenched and gripped my cock as we fucked for the last 20 minutes. Her ass was another level of tight. I felt my cock throb inside her as I tensed my own muscle and lay back on the lounger to enjoy the sensations. Mom looked down at me, her body layered in a sheen of sweat, breast hanging a little, nipples hard.

“Son, what did you do, I can’t believe you did that, your cock is in my ass.” She was right. I could feel her sliding her feet forward, presumably to get a better angle to lift her crotch off my body. I sat up fast, put my arms around her in a hug of love & control.

“I love you mom, please don’t move.” She tensed against me, gave up fast, she had to be exhausted and I was holding her in position. My cock moved a little, her ass muscles tightened & relaxed as she got used to the sudden invasion. I moved my head to gently lick & kiss her nipples. Her body moved a little more, I felt her whole butt relax I suckled gently on her nipples.

“Sweetie, mmmm, mommy only did this once before, with your father, he was rough like you, this feels better but.”

“Mom, I love you,” as I spoke I grabbed the camera and aimed at her face snapping one shot.

“Mom you look fantastic, your body is glowing (with sweat), I’ve got to take photos, you are radiant.” Actually mom looked tired & a little sad. My cock was not tired. I aimed the camera lens at my cock, not visible, sank down to my groin in mom’s ass.

“Mom, let me get a pic.” She knew what I meant and lifted her body a little so I could see my penis between our bodies. I snapped away, mom appeared to perk up.

“Mom, you need to be on your hands & knees.” She nodded and moved off my cock, the wetness audible as her ass released me. She was on her feet only long enough for me to get off the lounger and her move on. In seconds mom was on her hands, then her elbows facing away from me. Her ass high in the air her body ready.

“Mom, your ass looks spectacular, move it a little,” I kept taking photographs, mostly of her ass & pussy, some of her hanging breasts, her legs, her back. She kept ‘posing’ then I put the camera down on the table.

My cock was very hard & immediately wet after I slid it in & out of mom’s pussy a couple of times. I placed my cock head over her asshole. It was starting to close so I jammed one & then 2 fingers inside, spread them apart, then put my cock inside.

I started slow, mom made satisfying sounds as my penis began to slide in she was taking most of our combined weight as I pumped her ass. I really didn’t care as I pushed harder.

“Eeeee, mmmmm oh baby, she muttered as I pounded on. Slowly I felt my cum rising, I kept on pumping, twisting her nipples & grabbing her breasts harder as her pleasure noises continued. She orgasmed at least 3 times, and then my cock exploded in her ass. Cum jetted out as my cock pulsed inside her, I could feel mom’s gigantic orgasm hit, just as my second ejaculation squeezed into her ass. We both yelled and collapsed onto the lounger, I kept cuming in her ass. She appeared to experience a rolling orgasm that lasted long after I had expelled the last of my cum.

As I lay on mom’s back, bodies aligned, my legs on her legs, my cock still in her ass, our sweaty bodies nearly sliding apart, I put my arms down to lift my body weight off her very warm slippery body she spoke.

“Sweetie, can we just lie a minute, this feels so good; can you get a photo of your cock in my ass?” I felt my cock harden inside her as I brought my hands up to her sides to touch her breasts.

End of Part 3.

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Chapter 7- What Will I Do Without You?

Driving was difficult. Concentrating on driving was difficult. My mind was going a million miles an hour, my heart thundering in my chest and my head was just full of white noise. All I could do was remind myself to not speed.

Don’t speed. If you get pulled over, you’ll be delayed.

What if I was too late because I got pulled over?

Alexa, what would I do if I got pulled over?

What if I don’t-

Concentrate. Feel nothing for now. Feel ice. Be ice. Be mechanical. You’ll get there sooner if you don’t lose your head. You can worry when you pull into the parking lot and take the keys out of the ignition. There’ll be time.

There’s got to be time.

Please let there be time.

Oh God, please…

***

My hands were almost shaking as I pulled the keys out of the ignition. I’d arrived in good time, pushing the speed limit but never drawing attention to my driving. I flexed my hands several times as I tried to breathe. I felt like I was going to burst. I had to struggle to not hyperventilate.

I clutched the wheel tightly until it shook with my hands and let out a cry of pure terror and frustration.

Get it together! They need you! What will you do when you get up there? Be a part of the problem?

My head thunked back against the chair rest and I took several deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths. I didn’t have long to compose myself, but I needed to be composed. I couldn’t exactly go rampaging in, pretending she was my lover and beloved, could I?

I was ready a few seconds later, feeling significantly more in control and steeling myself for the worst. I got out of my car and headed in through the Emergency entrance of the hospital. A nurse behind the desk noticed me.

“Are you Alex de Bourne?” she aksed. I nodded.

“Your family’s in room 709, straight back, take the elevator to the Seventh floor and then just around the left corner.”

I nodded and walked quickly, horrified that they seemed to be waiting for me. I followed the nurse’s instructions and took the elevator up. Rounding the corner, I almost ran into a young doctor, who was looking at his charts. He blinked as he saw me and then nodded when I gave him my name.

“I think your father took your mother for some fresh air,” he said solemnly. “But you can go in if you like.”

I thanked him and approched the door, my heart once again jackhammering in my chest. It was dim in the room, the heavy curtains drawn. There was only one bed and I saw her laying on it…

Alexa…

I couldn’t help gazing in wonder. Even in this place, she was completely beautiful. There was a bandage around her head and one on her exposed arm. Her face was tilted to one side, eyes shut. Needles and sensors ran from her arm and her left temple.

One of the machines she was hooked up to beeped slowly.

My whole body trembling, I approached the bottom of the bed. I could see the charts hung on the bottom of her bed and took one up with an unsteady hand, looking at what it said.

Unconscious since arrival. No major injury, internal or otherwise, detected. Minor bruises and scratches. Recommended to keep overnight to watch for concussion or other head trauma. Vitals all strong.

I could feel my hands shaking worse than ever as I replaced the chart, but I knew now it was with relief- Alexa was going to live. I stared at the monitor that read her vitals, indicating a strong pulse and blood pressure. I’d never been so happy to see one of those stupid machines in my life.

I must have exhaled loudly, because she sighed as she laid there, almost as if in response to the audial stimulus. She stirred slowly, as if she was beginning to wake up. I stood still and just watched in wonder. Her head tilted up and slowly, ever so slowly, her eyes began to open. It took everything I had in me to not shout for joy.

Her lovely blue eyes fluttered open, staring at nothing for some time. Finally, though, they began to look around. After some time they settled on me and simply stared.

“Hey,” I said softly, smiling warmly as I came around the bed to her left side. “Good to see you…”

She said nothing but her eyes slowly tracked me. Maybe she was really drugged up. I decided to stay patient and just let her hear my voice. Hopefully she would find it soothing.

“You gave us all a scare,” I continued, speaking with a calmness I barely felt. “But your charts seem to say you’re going to be completely fine.”

She turned her head to look at me a little more, her eyes still bleary and red. Her mouth was moving a little but no sound came out.

I leaned in a little closer, trying to hear what she was saying.

“Who…”

I leaned in closer, my ear almost to her lips.

“Who am I?”

My world suddenly spun. I felt my knees almost give out and I reached backward to grip the armrests of the chair that was placed next to the bed. Gaziantep Escort I missed and crashed to the floor, the chair making a terrible racket as it clattered away. I felt my head hit to cold tile floor and then everything sounded rather slow and sluggish.

“Oh my god, Alex!” I heard her exclaim. “I was only joking, you jerk!”

I said nothing. I did nothing. I just laid on the floor, letting the world rotate around me. A doctor rushed in at the noise, turning on the light and just stared dumbly upon seeing me. He was followed half a second later by my parents, who took in the whole situation quietly. Mom simply looked down at me, one eyebrow raised.

“Why are you lying on the floor?” she demanded, clearly not impressed.

“Mom, can we trade her in?” I asked finally, still lying where I’d landed. “I don’t like her anymore…”

My mother now glanced at Alexa, while my father had his hands in his pockets and was looking at the ceiling with interest. Since nobody, including the doctor present, seemed inclined to help me up, I slowly rolled onto my hands and knees and pushed myself to my feet, rubbing the back of my head. It really smart.

“I… might’ve woken up while Alex was here,” Alexa began to explain, now lying on her side so she could talk to people. “I pretended I had amnesia and didn’t know who I was. Alex reacted unexpectedly poorly and lost his motor control.”

My mother looked at me again. “You fall down, go boom? What’s it like to be on the receiving end of an evil sense of humour, Grumio?”

“Ooh, good reference.” Alexa said.

“And as for you,” my mother said, turning toward her younger sister. “Are you trying to make him dumber?”

Alexa snickered. “No, I didn’t expect that reaction from him, to be honest. I thought he’d laugh.”

“Good God, I’m surrounded by lunatics,” my mom muttered. “While you were taking your nap, the doctor was kind enough to tell us that your injuries, as far as they can tell, are completely ephemeral and superficial, much like a Sociology degree. Michael and I were relieved, of course, but they want to keep you for a day or two, make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

“Fair enough,” Alexa agreed. “Is this likely to be covered? I’ve been here less than a week, even if I’m still a citizen.”

“Oh, I doubt the hospital or province is dumb enough to give us grief about it,” dad chimed in. “It makes no sense to screw over a brilliant young woman who was just offered a full scholarship to one of the best universities in the country. Besides, you’ve got bruises and scratches after a really bad accident, nothing for them to complain about.”

“Yeah, what happened, anyway?” I asked, my mind now focusing on the hows and whys of my morning so far.

My mother shrugged. “We were just driving, passing through an intersection and some drunk moron ran his red light and t-boned my car. Spun us right out and almost up on the curb. I think he’s a couple of rooms over, actually. He’ll be charged no doubt.”

“And your car?” I asked.

“Ugh, total write-off,” mom said, scowling. “He nailed it good, I’m amazed neither of us was killed, to be honest. I was fine, since I could get out on my side and called the cops, while your aunt decided to take an unscheduled nap and scare the hell out of me.”

“Sorry about that,” Alexa said somewhat sheepishly. “I vaguely remember a crashing impact and spinning, but after that, nothing. Well, not until I nearly gave Alex a heart attack, anyway.”

Dad chuckled. “Let’s just all be thankful it wasn’t worse. A wrecked car and some bruises is nothing to sniff at.”

“Could you give us a few minutes while I check her vitals?” the doctor asked, walking up to Alexa, now that we seemed to have figured out everything. Mom, dad and I exited the room and sat on some chairs in the corridor. Dad put his arm around my mother and she sighed deeply, her eyes tearing up. I took her hand and squeezed it.

“She gonna be fine, mom,” I said assuringly.

“I know,” she said in a voice I could only describe as wet. “I just… sometimes you cry with relief, you know? She’s my baby sister and I just got her back in my life, I don’t want to lose her.”

Dad pulled her to his chest and held her tight while she cried silently for some time. I just waited patiently, struggling with my own feelings. Mom and dad would expect me to be relieved, that was just common sense. But they didn’t know about Alexa and I, that we were lovers. They couldn’t know how I felt, how terrified I’d been and how relieved I was now. What would I have done if the worst had happened?

Would I ever have been able to tell them?

A horrible chill ran through me. I could have lost my aunt and my mother.

I glared down the hallway, something hot and beyond angry rising inside me.

“Don’t worry, Alex,” my dad said, noticing my face and deducing what was going on in my head. “He’s in pretty bad shape himself and there’s Gaziantep Escort Bayan a cop at the door of his room. His life is going to be hard enough from now on, show a little mercy.”

I sighed. Dad was, of course, right as always. He was what mom referred to as annoyingly melioristic. Not only did he see the good in everything, he had this infuriating way of being right and making you realize you were being selfish, without even trying. I pushed the thought of the other driver from my mind. There’d no doubt be plenty of fallout to deal with later.

The doctor came out a few minutes later and smiled. “We do want to keep her for maybe two nights, just to be absolutely certain, but my opinion is that she has no concussions or other head trauma to worry about. You’re very lucky. You may go in and see her again until the nurses say it’s time to let her rest.”

We thanked him and went back in. Alexa beamed that beautiful smile at us from where she was now sitting in her bed, having raised it to a postion better suited for conversing. Mom sat in the chair while dad and I stood nearby.

“Really sorry about the nap,” Alexa said to my mother. “At least Mike got a good laugh out of my prank.”

Mom and I both looked at dad, daring him to answer. He shrugged. “Maybe just a little one. And on that note, I’m going to go call the university and let them know what happened before they find out through the grapevine and begin calling in a total panic.”

Dad stepped outside, cellphone in hand. Mom sighed and took Alexa’s hand in hers. This had clearly terrified her.

“They say you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone,” she murmured. “Let’s hope that this was close enough for the lesson gods to leave us alone for a bit.”

“No argument there,” Alexa agreed. “Not sure what the lesson was, since we weren’t at fault, mind you. But I’m going to do my best to never take my time with my family for granted, that’s for damned sure.”

“Glad to hear it,” mom said, nodding. “I want nieces and nephews on day, after all. You’ll probably find some nice young guy on campus. God knows you’re pretty enough that you’ll be beating them off with a stick before long. Alex probably has some friends to introduce you to. It’s about time you began dating.”

Alexa was silent for a moment as she looked at her lap. “Yeah. I guess it is…”

Mom’s phone rang and she answered it. She looked at us and covered the speaker. “It’s the insurance company, they have questions,” she whispered. “This could be a bit, so I’ll take it down to the cafe on the main floor.”

She left and then we were alone. Neither of us said anything for sometime, lost in the last words she’d spoken before mom got the call. Alexa stared at her lap. I stared off at a cabinet. The air was heavy, the silence between us maddening. I’d never experienced anything like this with Alexa and wasn’t even sure it would’ve been possible before now. We had no idea what to say.

I looked at her when I heard her sigh softly. She turned to look at me and I saw tears in her eyes.

“Could… could you turn off the light please, Alex?” she asked. “It feels so artificial…”

I nodded and walked to the door, turning off the light.

“And close the door, please?”

I closed it and walked back. She drew a deep breath before looking up at me.

“And please sit down on the bed with me,” she said quietly. “I… looking at you is terrifying, but I need to, I owe you that…”

I sat down and she crossed her legs to make room for me. She took my hands in hers and I could see the fear in her eyes when she gazed into mine.

“I’m not frightened about the accident, Alex, not in the conventional sense,” she began. “I’m… frightened because of the doors that have suddenly swung open, long before I was prepared for them to open and have to walk through them. I could’ve been killed and here I am, looking at decisions that I have to make. That… we have to make now.”

I nodded, dreading what she was referring to.

“It’s horrible,” she said softly. “Horrible and unfair. We never discussed where this would take us, what we’d do when we reached a point where choices needed to be made. We were so lost in one another and selfish about it, not that I blame us. Alex, you make me feel like no one ever has before. I can say that with complete honesty.”

Her hands squeezed mine now and I could hear the frustration in her voice as it cracked. “And it’s so damned unfair that you’re my nephew. How did you keep it together when you got here and not break down? Alex, I know how much I mean to you, I see it in your eyes when we’re together. And you mean every bit as much to me. But if it’d been you lying here, I don’t know if I could have kept up the facade that protects us.”

There were tears on her cheeks as she pressed the back of my hands to her lips and kissed them.

“We should have always known, should have been more restrained. Escort Gaziantep Because how the hell could we ever continue this, no matter how much we both want it?”

I pulled her to me and hugged her tight as she cried, her body shuddering against mine. I didn’t really notice her breasts squashed to my chest or the softness of her skin or any of the other enthralling things I normally reveled in about her. I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head, just letting her weep gently after her ordeal.

“I’m so terrified, Alex,” she said against my shoulder. “I’m terrified because I knew all along I had to lose you.”

Her next words were like thunder in my ears, even though she spoke them with the tiniest voice I’d ever heard her use.

“Because I know I’m in love with you…”

***

I was sitting in the chair reading when my dad and mom came in, obviously having met up after their calls ended. I put a finger to my lips, indicating that they should be quiet, because Alexa was sound asleep. I walked with them out into the hall.

“Any news?” mom asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing you don’t already know. She just got tired and took a nap. She’s probably pretty drained.”

“Fair enough,” mom said, rubbing her eyes. “Been a long day for everyone and it’s not even noon yet. So what’ll we do?”

Dad sighed. “Well, you and I are already behind on grading papers, maybe we should head to school and do our big people jobs? We know Alexa’s fine, Karen. Leave her with Chatterbox McGee here, at least we know she’ll get some sleep that way.”

“And what if I had plans?” I interjected, trying to sound annoyed.

“Oh, please, Hyrule or whatever can save itself for a day,” mom snorted before looking at dad. “Hyrule? Did I get that right?”

Dad shrugged. “I’m a PC gaming god, honey, not a dirty console peasant.”

“You’re worse than he is,” mom muttered. “Fine, we’ll come see her after we finish. Link, you stand guard for a while and keep us updated. We’ll be done after five.”

Then they turned and made their exit, leaving me standing in the hallway outside of Alexa’s room, staring dumbly. With a sigh, I went back into the room and sat in the chair, reading stuff on my phone. Maybe an hour later, Alexa woke up and turned her head to look at me.

“Hey…” she said softly.

“Hey, you,” I said, smiling. “Mom and dad went back to work since the university was calling like crazy, freaking out.”

“I’m sure,” she mused, sitting up. “They could’ve lost one of their senior staffers in the Physics department.”

We sat silently for a few moments before she turned her head to look at me.

“Are we stupid for ever having started this, Alex? It could never be what we wanted, civilization wouldn’t let us be together.”

“I don’t know,” I answered glumly. “I… would have kept on as long as I could, but this scare sort of put it in perspective, right? Maybe we were fooling ourselves.”

She laid back against her pillow, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve never been in love before, not like this,” she murmured. “It feels so right and natural.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I’ve… well, Alexa, I’m pretty damned sure I’m in love with you too. Hell, I know I am. You’re all I ever think about and I nearly fell apart on the way over here. Thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest.”

She smiled sadly and squeezed my hand. “It thrills me to hear you say that, Alex, but it also makes me sad, because now we share the pain. If you didn’t love me the way I love you, at least only one of us would be suffering and I’d never wish what I’m feeling on you.”

She closed her eyes, still holding my hand. “It feel so right with you. Like it’s meant to be. But it’s not. And I don’t know what to do.”

I drew a deep breath. “Do we… do we just see other people and hope it fades in time?”

“I guess,” she replied, opening her eyes and looking at the far wall. “But I live with you, I don’t know how that will help. I’ll be seeing you all the time and just yearning.”

“I know,” I sighed. “But I’m out of ideas.”

We were silent for a while longer when someone came in. Jeanie, the student of my mom and dad’s that I had met the previous day, swished into the room, looking quite concerned.

“Alexa!” she exclaimed as she came over and gave my aunt of big hug. I began to understand what my mom and dad meant about her being dumb, because any person with functioning neurons would have known better than to bear hug a person in a hospital bed after they’d been in a car accident and were still hooked up to the machines. Alexa graciously returned the hug and smiled at her.

“Hi, Jeanie,” she said pleasantly. “I’m glad you could come down, that’s very nice of you.”

“Of course I did,” Jeanie said, holding Alexa’s hand and looking stern. “Had to make sure you weren’t trying to get out of our playdate, after all.”

“Perish the thought,” my aunt said, waving the concern off. “I wouldn’t dare miss it. I’m only a little banged up, no broken anything, no head trauma, just badly shaken nerves and maybe my pants need washing.”

“Kinky,” jeanie said slyly before looking over and finally noticing me. “Oh, hey, I remember you, you’re Mr de Bourne’s son, right?”

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