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Sorry for the wait, I want to do these characters justice and develop a real story. If all you’re looking for is a quick fuck scene between siblings, I’m sorry, but this isn’t the story for you. Comments and feedback are always welcome!

Chapter Two

A few hours later I’m woken by the Suburban suddenly hitting a rough, dirt road. Dad always talks about coming up here in the summertime to pave or at least smooth out the half mile driveway from the highway to our cabin. I sit up and put my seatbelt back on as the SUV bounces its way up past the neighbors’ driveways along the way. Ours is the last one on our private drive with three other turnoffs to other homes along the way.

There’s already a good packing of snow on the drive and on the pieces of property lining the road. After spending five years away from the snow, this truly makes my heart feel full in a way. Christmas was never the same in California with the lack of weather changes. If there was any place in the world that could convince someone of climate change, it’s southern California. It rarely got cold there; at least, not cold enough for this Colorado native.

We pull up onto the only pavement at the cabin, a large square of cement in front of the garage. The garage isn’t attached to the house, but there is a covered breezeway that connects the two with a side door from both the garage and the house. We typically use the side entrance, all but ignoring the front door unless we get a surprise visit from one of the three neighbors we have.

“Here we are!” Dad chimes happily as he always does when we get here. If he could live here full time, he would; actually, I know for a fact he plans to move up here when he retires.

Angel and I exit our respective doors and head to the back of the SUV before Mom and Dad can get back there.

“Hey,” she says when I open the back hatch to begin unloading the luggage, “are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine,” I say looking at her confused. “Why?”

“You got weird when I noticed, your, uh, you know,” she says trying to hide a mischievous grin.

What is going on with her? I haven’t seen a girl act like this since the girls I used to hook up with in California, but she’s my sister. But then again, didn’t I jerk off to her in the shower and then get a crazy hard-on dreaming about her and my cousin? My cousin! Holy fucking shit, what is wrong with me?

“Yeah, well, you’re my sister,” I say a little grumpier than I really wanted to, but I’m extremely conflicted about how to handle this situation.

She looks at me sadly but doesn’t say anything else as our parents join us at the back of the SUV to grab their own luggage. We follow them silently into the house through the side door, passing through the mud room/laundry room, then the large kitchen to our right and a study on the left; Mom typically comes up here when she’s stressed with work and needs to get away to get it all sorted out. Her assistant, Mary, tends to join her and help keep her organized and fed while pouring over her work.

Just past the study is the official entry of the house and directly across from there is the large living room decked out with a complete entertainment center. An 80″ flat screen is mounted on one wall with an L-shaped sectional couch facing it on the opposite wall; a set of recliners along the adjacent wall the couch is agains; a Bluetooth capable stereo system with a complete surround sound speaker set up is set up just below the television on a television stand that looks like a fake fireplace; it’s an electronic unit that gives off heat, but we only use it when we run out of firewood because in the corner of the room is a potbelly stove heater with black piping leading up into the ceiling. Between it and the television is the door to our parents’ master bedroom. That’s where they head with their luggage just a few quick paces ahead of me and Angela.

“David, can you get the cooler with the food out of the Suburban?” Mom asks. “It’s got what we need for dinner tonight and breakfast in the morning. Plus, there are some emergency things in there in case we’re unable to get to the store in the morning; there’s supposed to be a bad storm rolling in that we want to try to get ahead of early tomorrow,” she instructs.

“Sure, Mom,” I say and then follow Angela down the hall to our rooms at the other end of the house.

Angela’s is on the right and mine is on the left. The house is eastward facing, so I typically get the sunrise in the morning and being a morning person, it’s what I prefer. Angela is a bit of a night owl and prefers to watch the sun set at night.

I can’t help but stare at Angela’s ass as it jiggles inside of her yoga pants; and to think I got to hold that ass a few hours ago. Damn it, Dave! She’s your fucking sister! I mentally slap myself. Fuck, I need to get to my room and let off some steam; maybe I can take another shower.

“Dave!” Angela calls from across the hall in her room.

Dropping my bag on my bed, I cross the hall and step into Angela’s room gaziantep escort bayan and see exactly why she was calling for me. There’s a large tree branch sticking halfway through her window.

“Oh shit,” I say and carefully step up to see how bad the damage is. “I’m sure Dad’s got some plywood in the garage we can use to patch this up, but it’s going to be freezing in here at night,” I say.

“Yeah, and with the storm coming, there’s no way any repair company is coming out anytime soon,” she points out.

“You’re probably right. Is anything else damaged?” I ask inspecting the mess.

“No, just the window,” she says.

I wrestle the branch back through the window, taking out most of what’s left of the glass on the way.

“And a tear in the carpet,” she adds once the branch is removed.

“I don’t think Mom and Dad will care about that as much as the window,” I say and then turn for the door. “I’ll go look for a piece of plywood or something we can put over the opening and a trash bag to try and insulate it a little,” I tell her.

“Okay, I’ll get the vacuum and clean up the glass,” Angela says. “Thanks for your help,” she says.

“Of course, Angel,” I say returning to my warmer attitude towards her, and then head across the house. I bring the cooler into the kitchen before I get yelled at for forgetting and then I search the garage for anything to cover the window up with. There’s no plywood small enough but I do find some strong, black trash bags and duct tape to cover the window with until I can find Dad’s tools to cut a piece of plywood with.

“What’s that for?” Dad asks as I leave the garage to head to the back of the house.

“A branch had fallen through Angela’s window before we got here, so I’m covering up the hole with this until a window repair guy can replace the window,” I tell him.

“Are you serious?” he asks almost angrily. “Okay, go ahead and patch it up; it’s going to get too cold in there for your sister to sleep. Do you mind taking the couch and she can have your room or vice versa?”

“Yeah, Dad, she and I will figure it out,” I tell him.

“Great, where is your sister?”

“She was looking for the vacuum so she could clean up the glass in the carpet,” I tell him. “Also, the branch tore the carpet a little,” I add before he can get too far away.

“Okay, thank you, son,” he says and then enters the house again looking a little upset.

I don’t blame him; they spent a fortune custom building this house and for something like this to happen when you’re not here to take care of it right away really sucks.

When I get to Angela’s window, I realize that it’s higher outside than inside due to the sloping backyard and the house being on a raised foundation, so I go back to the garage and find a ladder so I can reach the top of the window. I set the ladder up in front of the broken window and climb up. When I reach the point I need to be I find Angela vacuuming up the glass but her back is to me and I have a perfect view of her ass; she’s taken off her sweater for some reason and is in just a plain, white long sleeve shirt that doesn’t quite reach the top of her yoga pants.

I’m even more surprised to see a tattoo on her lower back; she must have had a really fun 21st birthday. I can’t see the whole thing, just a little bit of colorful ink but then she stands up, straightens her shirt. I begin to unravel some tape from the roll to tape it to the siding of the house.

“Hey there big bro,” she says leaning on the windowsill now clear of glass.

I look down and see the top of her extremely full breasts through the V-neck of her skin-tight top. Dear God take these sinful thoughts away from me! I plead in my head.

“Hey sis,” I say and then attempt to tape the bag to the siding, but it’s too cold and damp to allow it to stick. “Shit, I should have looked for a staple gun,” I grumble.

“Want me to go find one?” she asks.

“No, that’s okay, I’ll just come inside-“

“You think so, huh?” she interrupts me with a devilish grin.

I fluster again and then shake my head laughing at her. “You’re a brat,” I tell her.

“I know,” she agrees with a wink. “So, what was up with you earlier?” she asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, when you were an uber dick to me,” she says.

I sigh as I descend the ladder. “I’ll talk to you inside, okay?” I say and she nods, moving away from the window.

I return the ladder to the garage and then take the large garbage bag to Angela’s room and she shuts the door so we can talk privately.

“So, spill. Why were you so embarrassed with me in the car and then blow me off when we were getting our bags?” she demands, her arms crossed in front of her, lifting her beautiful melons up, showing off just how perfect they are. I can’t even see a sign of a bra strap through her painted-on shirt.

I sigh again as I begin to tape the plastic bag to the frame. “I was embarrassed in the car ride not so much because of what you saw, gaziantep escort but because of the dream I had that caused it.”

“Were you dreaming of some hottie you know?” she teases.

“You could say that, but there was more than one,” I say.

“You were dreaming of a threesome?” she asks, her eyes wide with excitement. “With who?” she asks eagerly.

I’m not sure I can tell her and she can see my hesitation and it’s almost as if she can read my mind. Her face turns red but she seems to be hiding a smirk.

“That explains why you got so weird with me,” she says quietly, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.

“You’re not upset or weirded out?” I ask her.

She shrugs. “It’s not normal, but why would I be weirded out?” she asks.

“Because you’re my sister,” I reply.

She shrugs again. “You had a dream; you can’t control your dreams. Unless that’s something they taught you at school,” she laughs.

I grin and laugh as well. “No, there was no class on controlling dreams; not your own anyway,” I say, looking at her sideways.

Her eyes grow wide for a second until she realizes I’m messing with her. “Dick,” she says and then laughs. “Here,” she says and then helps me hold the bag up to the window frame so I can tape it up. Despite her being short, she can just reach the top of the frame if she stands on her tip-toes.

I do my best to ignore the two fleshy mountains jutting out from her chest as she stretches to hold the corner of the bag to the wall while I pull off a piece of duct tape and apply it to the black plastic. I make sure all four sides of the window frame are sealed up with the trash bag and tape to prevent the elements from entering the room. With Christmas being five days away still, not to mention the blizzard reportedly heading our way, it’ll be more than a week before a repair company can send someone up to fix the window.

“There, that should hold,” I say. “For now anyway,” I add.

“Yeah, thanks for taking care of this for me,” Angel says standing uncomfortably close to me.

To avoid being too close, though, I stoop down and pick up the roll of duct tape from the floor and then head for the door to return it to the garage.

“Oh, if you want you can take my room and I’ll take the couch; Dad’s suggestion,” I tell her. “I’m okay with whatever you want,” I tell her.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll take the room I guess; I’d rather not hear Mom and Dad fucking at night,” she says.

I grin and nod at her. “Fair enough,” I chortle. “I’ll go grab my bag then,” I tell her. “I hope I packed my headphones,” I add with a wink.

“Dave,” she says when I open the door.

I turn and face her, halfway into the hallway already. “Yeah?” I ask.

“Don’t get weird with me because of a dream, okay? I’ve missed you for too long, I don’t want anything to ruin our relationship,” she says and I realize just how distant I’ve been acting towards her.

My heart sinks as I stare back at my baby sister. I can’t control my dreams or my dick, but I can control how I treat my sister, my best friend. With an apologetic smile I cross the room and wrap my arms around her, extremely aware of how her incredible tits feel against me as she squeezes me around the middle, her head against my chest. I’m also painfully aware of my growing erection that begins to press against my sister somewhere between her tight stomach and her…fuck! I slowly release her and step back to readjust my cock as she eyes the tent pitching. She’d told me to do it on the drive up so it shouldn’t be a big deal to do it now, right?

“Sorry,” I say embarrassed again. “I’ll go get my bag,” I say.

She nods without saying another word, fighting with herself not to stare at my crotch. I quickly leave and fetch my bag from my room and then drop it off on the couch on my way back to the garage to return the duct tape. I search for a staple gun but can’t find one; it’s a good enough distraction to make my sinful erection die down.

When I return to the house, Mom and Dad’s bedroom door is shut and I can just hear the faint sounds of moaning and hushed voices. I sigh in frustration; this is going to be a longer week than I thought.

Digging into my large duffle, I take out my hiking boots; I need to get out for a little bit and clear my head. Maybe clear my other head if I can find a secluded enough of a spot. I dig my heavy coat out of the back of the Suburban, knowing Mom packed it for me since it’s not something I’ve had to think about for a few years.

Zipping up my heavy coat, I venture out towards the back of the property since it’s not fenced in and venture into the open woods that now has a good inch or so of snow covering the ground. Our property shares a ridge with three other lots, so anywhere I go now is going to be downhill; I keep that in mind to remind myself that I’ll have to make the same trip back heading uphill and I haven’t acclimated to the altitude I haven’t lived in for five years.

A good gaziantep escort bayan ilanları ten minutes later I find a grouping of boulders that create a sort of shelter. I decide to check it out, preparing myself for a hibernating creature of some kind being in the small cave the rock formations create.

When I reach the outcropping of stones I find that it’s uninhabited by any woodland creatures and discover quite the opposite; it seems like it’s a secret getaway for someone to hide their pot use from their parents. I don’t touch their stash, though the way I’m feeling right now, it’s tempting to help make me forget my current frustration.

How am I going to deal with this? I can’t be attracted to my sister, and not because she’s not attractive, she obviously is, but she’s my sister. It’s so…wrong! She doesn’t even seem to be fazed by it either! How could she be so okay with this? Does she want it? Does she want me? I can’t think like that, she’s still my sister no matter how incredible of a body she has.

There’s also the fact that Chelsea had been in my dream as well, and with her on her way here, and with how distraught she’s probably feeling over her divorce, or annulment, that’s going to make things difficult. We used to be able to cuddle up and watch a movie when one of us was down and now all I’m going to be able to think about is her bare tits poking my forehead in my dream a few hours ago.

Before I know it, my mind is back in that dream, imagining Chelsea’s full tits dangling over my face as my head rests in her lap. All the while my sister is riding my cock like a porn star. Apparently, the fantasy I dreamed about earlier has just progressed without me being there. Then Chelsea shifts, cradling my head until it rests gently on a pillow before straddling my face, lowering her tight pussy to my mouth. I snake my arms around her shapely legs, holding onto her perfect, round ass. I begin to lick up and down her slit, nudging her clit with my chin and fingering her asshole as I do.

I’m not sure when I started, but my sweatpants are down around my ankles and I’m stroking my cock again, imagining myself in a dirty threesome with my sister and cousin. There is seriously something wrong with me, but I’m too worked up to stop now, so I continue to think about them.

Angel rides me feverishly, I can just barely hear her skin slapping against mine through the muffled sound getting through Chelsea’s thick, sexy thighs. Couple that with their cries and I’m sure it’d be a beautiful, orgasmic sound of sex if it were really happening. And then before I know it, I’m blasting my spunk all over the rocks directly in front of me and I’m suddenly back to reality again; the cold air beginning to freeze my exposed cock.

Then I hear the sound of footsteps quickly moving away in the snow. I pull up my sweats as I quickly step around the boulder I’d been hiding behind to see Angel trying to run away.

“Angel?” I say and she stops dead in her tracks, turning around slowly; she has her sweater back on plus a light blue beanie.

“Hi,” she says timidly.

“Hi?” I almost squeal at her, my voice cracking like a teenager. “You sneak up on me with my dick in my hand and you say ‘hi’?” I could almost laugh at the situation but I’m too angry with her. “What are you doing out here?” I ask her.

“You seemed pretty upset earlier, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she says innocently.

“But then you decided to spy on me while I was rubbing one out?”

She cracks a smile, it’s an infectious smile; how can I stay mad at her? I know deep down I can’t so I sigh and then wave her closer to me. She steps up and I pull her in for a hug.

“Don’t spy on me again,” I request with my chin resting on the top of her head.

“If it’s any consolation, you really have nothing to be embarrassed about,” she says.

I pull back slightly to look into her crystal blue eyes inquisitively.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m an expert, but it’s the biggest and thickest I’ve ever seen,” she says impressed.

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” I say and then chuckle. “But, you always find a way to make me smile again,” I say slipping my arm around her shoulders as I walk us back. “Do you think Mom and Dad are done fucking?” I ask.

“You mean three-pump-Dad? Yeah, they’re done,” she says and I can hear the eye roll in her sarcastic voice.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“It means I’ve introduced Mom to the world of sex toys to help her get off. Honestly, it saved their marriage,” she says.

“Really?” I ask and we slow our pace; it took me ten minutes to get down here alone, walking back with my arm around Angel will only take longer so I’m not worried about us being overheard.

“Oh yeah, our parents haven’t been the happy couple you saw when you got home this afternoon,” she tells me. “Mom’s been pretty frustrated lately, probably for a good year now, because Dad either can’t get it up, or he only lasts like a minute at best when he does. He’s seen a doctor and they’ve prescribed stuff for him, but nothing is helping; he was hoping a long trip up here would help.”

“Wow,” I say feeling sorry for Dad. “I mean, he doesn’t do other things for Mom?” I ask, wondering why I’m talking so freely about this with my sister, as if it’s a completely normal thing to talk about our parents’ sex life.

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The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading.

This story picks up where Chapter 17 left off. Bobby has been adding to his stable of submissives. There is now his mother and father, Mrs. Sally Whitehall (his mother’s best friend), Terri Whitehall (Sally’s eighteen year old daughter), and Sondra Gutierrez (an owner of a Lingerie Shop in her late twenties).

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I entered Dressing Room

in the Lace Boudoir to find my youngest submissive, the eighteen year old Terri Whitehall, on her hands and knees. She was topless, wearing only a pleated, plaid miniskirt, knee highs, brown penny loafers, oh, and a thin, white dog collar around her neck. She was looking at herself in the mirror, with one hand between her legs, inside her panties, stroking her pussy. Her massive tits hung down, and swung underneath her as she stroked.

“Terri,” I asked, “what the hell are you doing?”

“I was getting bored, Bobby. So I thought I might rub one out. You got me excited earlier and then left me hanging. So, I thought I would take matters into my own hands.”

“Is that why you’ve been acting like a bitch to Sophie?” Sophie had been trying to help fit Terri with a new bra.

“She was a bitch to me first. She’s supposed to be finding me like a bra and panties to wear to work here at the lingerie shop. She measured me, and then she brought me that crap! I can’t wear that!” Terri’s voice went up an octave into a piercing whine.

I looked at the bras that were on the table. They were fine. There was a black lace bra, and a white plain one. They were very similar to ones Sally, Terri’s mother, had bought the day before at The Lace Boudoir. Conservative, but sexy. I said, “What is wrong with these bras? They are very sexy and nice. Your Mom got bras like these here just yesterday. Don’t you think she looks hot?”

“Mom is super-sexy. And the bras she got here are fine. But I don’t want to look like my mother! Geez, Bobby!”

I grabbed a chair and sat down. “Pussycat, come here,” I commanded, “across my lap, now!”

Terri stood, and sassed, “Oh, you want me to sit your lap again, so you can press that cock of yours against my butt-cheeks, Bobby?” She turned and flipped up her skirt, giving me a peek at her full, muscular, perfectly round ass.

“No, Kitten. We are going to play a game. You are going to lie down across my lap. And you are going to get to whine about whatever you want. But for each thing you whine about, I will spank your ass a number of times.”

“You can’t do that, Bobby,” Terri sniped.

“I can and I will, and I will consider that your first whine. You want to be your Mother’s Mistress, well, then you need to learn what it means to be a good little submissive. Get your belly over my lap now, you dirty little slut, before I walk out of this room and decide that your training isn’t going to be worth the effort. I didn’t want to take you on as one of my Kittens. Mistress Sunny talked me into this, saying you were so cute, and you really wanted to learn, that really needed training. That’s why you are wearing that collar. Because you are a submissive slut, and you need training.”

She walked slowly toward me, covering her breasts with one arm. She said, “Yes, Bobby.”

“No,” I said firmly, “you are about to be disciplined, Pussycat. You say, “Yes, Sir; yes, Master; or yes, Daddy!”

She looked scared. She looked in my eyes. She looked at her own bra and shirt on the table. She looked at the door. Finally, she said, “Yes, Daddy.” And she laid herself over my lap.

“Pull off your panties, Slut!”

Terri didn’t hesitate. She immediately said, “Yes, Daddy,” and reached under her skirt to pull her panties off.

“You obeyed right away, Kitten. Is that because you got your pussy worked up, and you think I’m going to give it some attention now?”

“I was hoping, Sir.”

“Lift up your skirt, show me your ass!” She did. “You have the finest ass I’ve ever fucking seen, Kitten. It is big and round and firm. I could bounce quarters off your ass! I’m going to enjoy spanking you now. And one day soon, I’m going to enjoy spreading your ass cheeks and drilling my cock into your backdoor. I know you’re a virgin now, Terri. But you know what I’m talking about.”

“Thank you, Bobby. I’m very proud that you like my ass so much.”

I spanked her ass, hard. “That was for calling me, Bobby.” I waited a second. “When getting a spanking, you should say, ‘Thank you, Sir, or Daddy or Master.’ Then if I’ve told you, you are getting spanked five or ten or twenty-five times, you will also be expected to keep count.”

She said, “Thank you, Daddy. That was one. How many spankings am I getting?”

I spanked her again, harder on her other butt cheek. “That was for being slow to obey.”

“Thank you, Daddy. That gaziantep escort was two.”

My hand came down on her upper thighs, right at the crease between leg and butt. “That was for being a little bitch to Sophie when she’s trying to help you.”

“She was a bitch to me first,” Terri whined.

I spanked her two more times hard. “Ow! I’m sorry, Sir. Thank you, Daddy. I think we are up to five now. And I was the one being the bitch.”

I started to gently rub my hand over where I had spanked her. I could feel the warmth coming off her ass. If you gently rub, it short circuits the pain messages getting sent from the area, and is quite pleasing, comforting, and can be very arousing. “Spread your legs, Kitten. Wider.” My hand traveled down her thigh and back up her inner thigh to brush lightly over her pussy. Terri moaned and whimpered a bit. Just the tips of my fingers grazed her pussy lips. “All right, now we are going to start our game. You whine, and then get what is coming to you. Start now.”

“Yes, Daddy. I don’t like the bras Sophie brought in. They look too much like my Mom’s. And I love my Mom and think she is hot as Hell. But I don’t want to look like her.” Terri steeled herself for another swat. Instead, two fingers plunged into her wet cunt. “Fuck, Daddy! Yes! But, I thought I was going to get spanked.”

I twisted my fingers inside her, curving them down to put pressure on her G-spot. “Are you disappointed, Kitten?”

“No, Daddy. Oh, fuuuck, what are you doing? I’m not, fuuuhhck, disappointed. I just don’t fucking understand.”

“I agree with you. Those bras aren’t right for you, Pussycat. You want something more young and hip, more punk, something with more style and edge.”

“Exactly, that’s what I thought!”

“Did you tell Sophia that?”

Terri looked puzzled. “No.”

I quickly withdrew my fingers and slapped her butt-cheeks again twice.

“Holy fu-I’m sorry, Sir. Thank you, Daddy. I’ve lost count, Sir.”

“Sophie can’t help you find what you want if you just bitch at her about what you don’t like. You’ve got to tell her what you do want. By the way, she thinks you have a smoking hot, tight body.”

“She didn’t tell you that.”

“She said you have a body…let me think…out of a Lesbian Pornographer’s Wet Dreams.”

“Do you think she’s Lesbian?”

“Yeah. Mostly,” I said. “So what else has you feeling bitchy?”

“I don’t want to be left alone.”

I caressed Terri’s ass. “I can’t be with you all the time, Kitten.”

“Mmm. No, Sir. I mean, you’ve got Sondra. I get that she’s special. And your Dad has your Mom. And my Mom is going out with that foot-guy, Dennis.”

“Let’s just call him Dennis, or Bookstore Dennis, so we don’t accidentally slip up when we meet him.”

“Are there guys that really get off on touching feet?”

“Yep. It not that weird. Really. It’s just another sexy part of you. If a guy thinks your feet are sexy, just say, thank you. By the way, I think your feet are very sexy. Don’t tell her I said this, but your feet are even sexier than your Mom’s.”

Terri looked up at me. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes in her argyle socks. “Do you want to jack off onto my feet, like Mistress Sunny was talking about?”

“I would love to cum on lots of parts of your body, Pussycat. Your feet aren’t at the top of my list, but they aren’t at the bottom either. We will get there eventually.”

Terri kicked off her shoes, raised her feet in her black, knee-high, socks, and wiggled her toes. “Anyway, everybody has somebody tonight, and I’m like the one left out.”

I gently patted Terri’s butt. “Stand up, Kitten.” I looked at her up and down, five feet of teen, punk, sex goddess. Blue hair, shaved on one side. Pierced nipples. And an incredible hourglass figure with giant breasts, tiny waist, and a full hips. Terri’s body was built like a thrill ride. “Goddamn, woman! You are stacked and packed in ways that just make my mouth water. Come sit on my lap for real.”

Terri lifted up the front of her skirt, and straddled the chair facing me. She lowered herself, until her bare pussy was grinding on my cock through my pants. She gave me an innocent pout, and said, “Like this, Daddy? I bet I could rub one out like this, maybe for the both of us. Oh, is that hard cock in your pants for me? Did I do that, Sir?”

It was so wanton, and innocent at the same time. I grabbed her hips and guided her dry humping of me. Well, for me it was dry. Terri was putting a wet spot on the front of my slacks. “Oh Terri-Kitten,” I groaned, “you are so fucking sexy.”

Terri kissed me, “Not fucking sexy yet, Daddy. I’m still a tight, little virgin! Do you want to fuck me right now? I’m on the Pill. And you don’t have to wear a condom. You don’t have any diseases. I trust you. You can just unzip your pants, right now, and slip your cock up inside me! I’m ready, Daddy.”

I kissed Terri, and my tongue entered her mouth. But then, I lifted her off my lap, gaziantep bayan escort ilanları and stood up. “Pussycat, you make my teeth ache with the desire to fuck you. But, everyone gets tested for STDs tomorrow. And I’m going to have you the night of your school semi-formal dance. How many days away is that?”

“Twelve days. But I’m so horny now, Bobby,” she caught herself, “I mean, Daddy! You don’t have to spank me.” Terri covered her ass cheeks with her hands.

“We have a job to do: find you some bras and panties today, so you can start work here tomorrow. Look, do you want to stay and have dinner with me, Sondra and Sophie? There has been talk of naked Reindeer Games happening after dinner.”

“Is Sophie your Slut now too now, Daddy?”

“No. But she was feeling left out and horny, just like you. And I think you two might get along.”

“Can I tie her up, and force her to eat my cunt?”

“Why don’t you suggest a back-rub first, followed by a make-out session, and then maybe some mutual pussy appreciation?”

“You said, she likes me? Like, she really thinks I’m sexy? Like in a Lesbian way?”

“Yes. And she’s cute too! And she’s an older woman. You like older women. Your mom is an older woman,” I reminded Terri.

“So is yours,” Terri said.

“Yes. But I have a thing for younger women too.” I kissed Terri. “I’m going to tell Sophie what you want, and then check up on my Dad and Sondra. When Sophie gets back in here, be nice to her, please. I think she has a crush on you. And she is the one buying dinner.”

Terri giggled. “OK, Daddy. I will behave.”

I left the dressing room, and found Sophie out in the shop. She was folding merchandise and arranging it on a table. I was feeling bold. So I hugged Sophie from behind. “I’ve got good news,” I said.

Sophie commented, “Wow! Somebody’s happy to see me!” I realized that she could feel my erection pressed against her butt-cheek. I blushed. She was smiling. She looked down and then reached and touched the wet spot on my pants, feeling my cock in the process. “Looks like somebody was getting a lap-dance from a horny, little High School Girl!”

“Uh, yeah. Sorta. Sorry.” I was really blushing now.

“You are really cute when you’re embarrassed,” Sophie gave my bulge one more squeeze, and then went back to folding camisoles like nothing happened. “You said, there was good news?”

“Oh, yeah. Can Terri join us for dinner? There will be Reindeer Games! I promise. And you can pick whether you want to start with Terri or Sondra,” I offered.

Sophie said, “That is good news. But, I might want to start with you, Bobby!” She flirting with me! It was the first time she had called me, “Bobby.” She asked, “What about the bra diva? What was her problem?”

“The bras you brought her were nice. But they were too much like the bras her mother bought here, yesterday. She doesn’t want to look like her Mom. Bring her something edgy, punk, bold, funny or sassy. The brasher the better.”

“That’s not very subtle.”

“We are talking about a girl with pierced nipples, blue hair, with a Mohawk on one side.”

Sophie chuckled. “Yeah, OK, I was bringing her the wrong kinds of bras. I think I know what she wants now.”

“Did I mention that Terri is a virgin? And her pubic hair is blue too? Oh, and her clit is pierced, just like her nipples.”

“And you still think Terri is a virgin?” Sophie grinned and shook her head.

“I didn’t say she was innocent, just virginal.”

“Give me fifteen minutes. And then your High School Virgin will be ready for a fashion show,” Sophie said.

I went back to Sondra’s office. When I had left, my father had seemed very confused and despondent about his future, especially concerning his alternate, female personality, Jillian. I opened the door quietly. I didn’t want to disturb Sondra and Dad if she was trying to comfort him, or if they were sharing a tender moment.

They were sharing all right. But the moment wasn’t tender. Dad had his shoes, pants underwear and jacket off. He was standing in his socks, shirt and vest, with his feet spread. Kneeling between his legs was my girlfriend, Sondra! Her sweatshirt was missing, so she was topless, but still wearing her yoga pants and cross-trainer athletic shoes. She was sucking my Dad’s cock like a woman possessed. One hand gripped the base of his shaft. The other was pulling on his balls.

My Dad had fistfuls of Sondra’s hair in his hands, and he was brutally fucking her mouth. Dad was shouting, “That’s right, you Vixen Bitch! Suck that monster cock. Take it! Take all of it. Back into your fucking throat! I’m going to empty my balls right into your fucking belly, you Vixen Slut.”

“Wow.” The word just slipped out of my mouth. The scene in front of me both excited and shocked me.

My Dad turned to me and said, “Don’t just stand there like an idiot with your mouth open, Bobby. Close the fucking door gaziantep bayan escort and get in here. I’ve been holding off from cumming until you got back, and I can’t hold back much longer. Kneel on the floor behind me, Bobby. You’ve got an amazing vixen whore here, Son! I’m so damned proud of you. She’s such a good cock-sucking slut! I hope we get to double team her later. You can have her pussy. I’m in love with this mouth on my cock! Fuck! So good. That’s right, Bobby. On your knees, Son.” Like a man in a dream, I knelt behind my father. I had never seen him so Dominant and commanding. “Good boy. Now lick Foxxy’s dark hole, Son. Yes. Fucking spread my cheeks and tongue me where y are going to fuck me later. Fuck. Yes! Get ready whore. Feel my balls tighten. I’m about to cum! Tongue my ass, Bobby. Tongue fuck me. Eat me like you mean it!”

I felt Sondra’s hand come down and caress my package through my pants. I’m sure she felt the wet stain that Terri had left there too. I didn’t care. I was spreading my Dad’s ass cheeks, try to stab my tongue past his sphincter.

My father bellowed, “That’s it! That’s right! Oh fuck. I’m fucking coming. Drink it like a good slut. Yessss! Wait! Pull off, Slut, let me turn around!” Sondra backed off my father’s cock. Dad was holding his cock, pinching it at the base. Dad turned and put his cock right in my face. “Open up, Son. Suck my cock! I want to finish in your fucking mouth!”

I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to be the Master, the Dominant! Dad was supposed to suck and clean MY cock! My girlfriend was looking right at me with eyes of love, lust, and anticipation. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. Dad shoved his cock in my mouth, and I choked for a second. Then Dad pulled back so the head of his thin, uncircumcised cock was on the flat of my tongue, and he released his cock at the base. Dad’s cock spasmed again. Two or three small spurts of jism squirted into my mouth.

My dad lost his balance and had to brace himself on the desk. “So good. So fucking good. Welcome to the family, Sondra. That was wonderful. Bobby, thank you for tonguing your old man’s asshole and letting me finish in my son’s mouth. That was so beautiful and nasty.”

Sondra was smiling and panting. Her nipples stood up at least a half inch from her A cup breasts. I leaned forward and kissed her. I had saved some of Red’s jism in my mouth to “snowball,” to pass to Sondra in the kiss. It was a fetish of mine. Our lips met, and our mouths opened to each other’s passion. And I found Sondra’s kiss to be at least as sloppy as mine. She had done the same thing! Sondra swallowed, giggled and smiled. “You kinky bastard!! I guess great minds think alike.”

I leaned in toward her and whispered, “What the heck just happened?”

Sondra gave me a sly grin, and shrugged. She whispered, “I don’t know. But I want more.” Then in a full voice, “That was amazing, Foxxy-Sir. I’m going to love being one of your vixens.” Sondra stood and kissed my Dad’s lips. My Dad seemed cheerful and powerful. His whole demeanor had changed.

I was still on my knees in front of him. “Red, what got into you?”

“I’m sorry, Bobby. I decided to Red-card your plan to punish your mother. It’s a bad plan, so I changed it. Suddenly, I felt like celebrating. Thank you, Sondra. You are a delight in every way.”

“Red. You can’t just change my plans.” I stood up, confused by the situation. “Mom disobeyed her Master, she needs to be punished, broken, and trained.”

“Bobby,” Dad began, “Sondra is more important than any of that. She’s your future. She’s amazing.”

Sondra quickly kissed my Dad’s lips. I realized I was jealous. “Thank you, Foxxy. You are too,” she said. She grabbed the cut-off sweatshirt she had been wearing and put it on. “I need to quick get changed, and pack. I can’t wait!” She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me forward, quickly kissing me before running out the door.

“Dad, what the hell is going on?”

“I’m sorry, Bobby. Sondra and I got carried away. She is so sexy and eager. She showed me that I didn’t have to let you make such a huge mistake.”

“Dad, I have to punish and train Mom. I’m her Master.”

“Yes, you are, Bobby. And you’re still my Master too. But you love Sondra.”

“Yeah. I’ve only known her a day, but I feel like my whole life is starting with her. She’s going to live with me, once the house is built.”

“Does she know that yet?”

“No. But I’m her Master now.”

“Bobby, that Master stuff is just a game. The love is real. She’ll say, yes. But she will resent you assuming her answer, or commanding her to take such a big step.” Dad finished putting on his underwear and pants.

“OK, I can see that. But you just can’t change your Master’s plans.”

Dad laughed and shook his head. “Just watch me, Master,” he simply said. “You were going to introduce your mother to your girlfriend by shunning Marjorie and cutting her off from sex. Why? Because she seduced her best friend and made her our beautiful submissive slut! Bobby, your mother would resent you for years, and she might hate Sondra if you pulled a stunt like that.”

“So what do you suggest?”

“We’re going to celebrate! We’ll get a bottle of champagne. We are going to introduce Sondra and Marjorie. Then, we can go out to dinner and later fuck. Or maybe we will skip dinner and just all fuck.”

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There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each the characters declare his or her age in the dialogue. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it. I also want to thank barefootgirl69 for her careful edit of this chapter.

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After a restless night and no answers to my problems, I headed back to work the next day. I didn’t want to work in the house right now, so I entered quietly through the back to retrieve my tools. I needed some distance, and moving the work to the garage would give me that. Phil arrived and I told him what I wanted to do.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he said, “we’re almost done here. There’s maybe another week of work at the most.”

“Listen, Phil, you were right, there was something between Magda and I, but something has happened and I can’t be here right now. We’re starting on the garage today and we’ll finish here later.”

“Whatever you say, Rick, you’re the boss. I am sorry for what you’re going through, though, seems pretty bad.”

I half smiled to him and we packed for the move to the garage. We worked there for most of the following week, almost completing the job. I didn’t see or speak to Magda once and that deepened my belief we were actually over. On the Friday when I arrived for work, she was there sitting on a stack of lumber sipping a coffee.

“We can’t go on this way, Rick,” she said. “I know you know about Jim, there’s no other explanation for what you’re doing. Even if you’ve fallen in love with Mona, that wouldn’t be reason enough to abandon me like you have. I’ve given you all the distance I can, but now we have to talk this out.”

“You’re right,” I said, “let’s go to the house.”

As we were leaving, Phil arrived and I gave him instructions to keep him busy. Meanwhile, Magda and I walked to the house and went downstairs to the basement.

“Gosh, you’ve done such amazing work down here, I can’t wait to see it finished,” she said as she looked around.

“Don’t worry, I will be finishing it, I just needed some distance. We’ll be back here next week.”

“That’s good to know but it’s not what I want to hear,” she said. “Speak to me, Rick. What’s going on?”

Strong emotions hit me and my eyes became misty. I looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath.

“One night, when I came back here for something, I saw you and Jim. Now, I know I have no right to be upset, how could I with all the women in my life? But you were my first Magda, hell, you’re my first everything!” My voice choked up.

“I felt hurt and betrayed,” I continued, “but later, I realized I was being childish and I needed to face realties. Like Jim once told me, you two have history and our relationship has its limits. On top of that, you were right, Mona and I have fallen in love. But it was through that love that I understood what Jim was talking about.”

“Could you hold on a minute please,” Magda cut in, “back up, and give me more about this conversation with Jim.”

“We didn’t talk that much really, the two of us met at his place a few weeks back. That’s when I learned Jim was your late husband’s best friend. That day, he told me he wanted to be closer to you, and hopefully, Mona and I as well. You see, I knew how much Jim wanted you and he was determined to win you over.”

“Alright, this is getting interesting,” she said, “I’m beginning to feel less like a prize now and more like meat, but please, do go on.”

“MEAT? I LOVE YOU!” I yelled, “Call me a stupid little boy, or inexperienced, or anything, but don’t you dare say that’s all I think of you.”

“Alright, alright. I spoke rashly. I’m just not used to men dealing with my love life.”

“Call it what you want, he was older, he knew you from long before me and he wanted you. I wasn’t stepping aside, but I didn’t think I’d see him fuck you, either.”

“Oh God, Rick. I hope you realize I still love you. When you just backed away from me, I was hurt very deeply. At first, I thought you threw me over for Mona. Jim and I do have some background, call it an itch I wanted to scratch. I care for him and we’re good together, but you and I have a chemistry that’s unique. You’ve taken me places I’ve never thought possible.”

“Well, you know that goes double for me,” I said. “You have something to compare with. For me, it’s been one mind numbing experience after another. I don’t have boundaries, or expectations, you keep shattering the flimsy ones I put up. I love you so much, but are WE as good together? Please, don’t be hurt by this, but Mona’s taught me the meaning of those words now.”

“Oh, I always knew it would come to this,” Magda said. “I knew once you two really connected, you’d see it. I know you both so well, you complete each other like pieces of a puzzle. You’re both a perfect balance of strengths and weaknesses. So where does that leave us now, Rick?”

“I miss you terribly and I’d love for us to continue on, but not with Jim included,” escort gaziantep I said. “I’m OK with what you have together, well almost, but he’s just pushed his way in, expecting a lot of benefits for nothing. I just can’t see us all being together right now, especially not with Mona, he has no part in our story.”

“Well, you never fail to surprise me, so why start now. I thought you’d jump at the chance to explore your other side with Jim. I was even a little worried about losing you to him. Well, not to worry, I can keep things separate, like you do with your family and now Mona.”

I walked up and took her in my arms. “I’ve missed you so much. Can we be together tonight?”

“I’d love nothing more, you have no idea, but I have a meeting tonight. Come spend the day with me Saturday, you can sleep over.”

“That sounds wonderful, let’s do that,” I said.

We kissed again and went our separate ways. As I walked back to the garage, I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from me. When I got there, Phil was mulling around trying to figure out what to do alone.

“OK Phil, let’s get some work done here,” I shouted as I approached.

“Whoa! That’s a change from your recent mood, I guess you two patched things up?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Things are looking a lot better.”

“Sorry, Rick, I just have to ask. Do Magda and Mona know about, you know, everything?”

“That’s a very personal question. First, let me ask you, are you still having sex with your sister?”

“OK, I understand, your secrets will always be safe with me, Rick, I owe you so much.” He straightened up, and then he smiled. “Yes, I screw her every chance I can get, but Jan kind of blew her out of the water. She’s amazing, but I’m guessing you already know that.”

I smiled back at him. “Yes, I did – and Mona and Magda are fully aware of each other. We’ve had many threesomes together.”

“Oh shit! I’m so far out of your league, I feel like a little kid. How the hell did all this happen? Rick, we’ve been friends a while now, and I know you were a virgin before this summer. What happened?”

“I wish I knew,” I laughed, “I’d keep it going. Say, how about that double date we talked about? Have you and Jan got plans for tonight?”

“We were thinking maybe a movie?” Phil said.

“Why don’t we get a pizza and all go for a picnic at the bluffs?”

“Sounds awesome, I’ll get some beer from my dad’s stash,” he said.

“Done, I’ll go see if Mona is available.”

I walked back to the house and went inside. I looked around but Magda must have gone out. Mona was the only one there and she was busy working out on a machine. I snuck up behind her and slid my hands around to cup her breasts.

“SHIT!” She screamed, and she whipped around delivering an elbow to the side of the head. Her lightning move almost knocked me to the floor.

“Holy fuck!” I said, halfway to my knees. “Where the hell did you learn that move?”

“Oh my god, Rick. Don’t ever do that again, I took defense classes when I was younger.”

“I can see that,” I laughed.

I stood back up and kissed her.

“Mind if I touch these?” I asked, hovering both hands over her breasts.

She made a face and stuck out her tongue. “Of course not, help yourself,”

I gently rubbed her delectable little tits. “Would you be interested in double dating with Jan and Phil tonight?”

“Sure, where?”

“A pizza picnic at the bluffs and maybe a swim?”

“Sounds great. I’m in.”

“Alright, so come over to my place after you’re done and we’ll all head out from there.”

I kissed her again, a little more passionately, before heading back to the garage. Just before three, Phil and I tidied up and went home to prepare. Phil got in his car and told me he would be back as soon as he got the drinks. Later, when Jan came home, I told about our plans. She seemed a little put off when I told her, though.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Did you have other ideas?”

“Sort of,” She said, “I was hoping we could get some real sex going tonight. Not just a quickie in the back of his car after a movie.”

“And you can’t do that tonight because…?” I looked at her.

“Oh wow, you’re so evil,” she giggled. “You really think Phil would be up for that? And what about Mona?”

“Well, to tell the truth, I’m not completely sure about Mona, but the odds are excellent. One thing I do know, though, she’s dying to get her hands on you.”

“Shit no! You’re kidding,” she shrieked. “Damn, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Oh, we’ve got to make this happen, you’ve got me so revved up now.”

A little while later, Mona showed up and we all waited for Phil. I was getting stiff as I watched the girls flirt with each other. They kept running their hands over each other as each checked the other’s physical conditioning. I watched them compare their legs, asses, arms and boobs over and over again. I couldn’t wait for Phil to arrive; I was going crazy.

When gaziantep fetiş escort he finally showed up, we got into the car with our blankets and towels, picking up a pizza on the way to the beach. It was late afternoon and still quite warm as we descended the cliffside on the way to the beach.

The bluffs ran a long distance along the waterfront and, depending on which of the five access points you chose, the approach to the beach could be challenging. Since we had food and baggage, we chose an easier one. Just the same, climbing down the fifty-foot cliff took agility, the main reason why the beach wasn’t crowded like others. It was also late afternoon on a Friday, and most of the sun worshippers were leaving.

As we looked around, there were still too many people around and we decided to hike out farther to where the access from the top was really difficult. There would be far fewer people there, since most would be looking for privacy, just like us. We found a nice clearing with a few bushes for limited cover and we spread out our blankets.

“Let’s go for a dip now while the water’s still warm,” Mona said. “That way we can stay naked to eat and, whatever.”

“You want to go naked?” Phil’s voice cracked a bit.

“Sure, isn’t it what this beach is known for?” Mona asked.

“Well, yeah,” Phil said, “I’ve always heard that, but I usually come on weekends and there’s too many families down here for that kind of fun.”

“Great, so you agree it would be fun,” as she rose and stripped off her track outfit.

She stood there and looked at us as we all drank in her exceptional beauty. From her pert firm breasts with their rigid nipples down to her smooth shaven pussy lips that were swollen with excitement. Her lithe tight body was built for competition with not an ounce of unneeded fat. She pulled her hair back with her hands as she stood on her toes. Her tits stood straight out at attention like little soldiers and her legs and ass, tightened up in perfect symmetry.

Not to be outdone, Jan pulled her top over her head; she was already braless. She stood and lowered her shorts and undies in one move. She, too, was a miracle of the feminine form, so lean and beautiful.

“Look at that,” Mona laughed, “You shave yourself too, and where did you learn about that,” she said coyly.

“Actually, Rick does me,” she giggled.

“What?” Phil exploded. I thought he was going to swallow his tongue.

“Oh, shush,” Jan told him. “If you like, you can do me now.”

“Oh, well, I…,” was all he could get out.

“Come on guys,” Jan called to us, “the water’s waiting, let’s see some guy skin. Come on, show us your nice peckers and asses.”

I looked at Phil. “I guess it’s our turn, Phil.” I stood then lost my tee-shirt and shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear and my cock stuck out at full attention.

Mona stepped over and pulled at it a little. “Oo, I love this thing, he’s so cute,” she said.

Reluctantly, Phil stood and got undressed as well. His fat cock was stiff as a rail and he seemed a little nervous looking up and down the beach.

“Oh Phil, that’s a nice pecker, nice and plump,” Mona complemented him. “OK, I can’t stand it any more, everyone into the water,”

We all ran the forty or so feet into the water and began splashing each other wildly. We went in deeper and the girls got up on our shoulders as we battled. Each couple trying to make the other fall over. Despite Mona’s superior fitness, Jan’s sneakiness won the day and the two of us tipped into the water. I picked her up in my arms and we kissed as I played with her ass under the water.

There were still some people on the beach and while most of them were topless or wearing almost nothing, we were the only ones naked. Everyone was pretty engrossed in watching us, especially when we all walked back out of the water. We toweled off as we stood around and talked, then we sat once again on the blankets. Everyone grabbed some pizza and beer.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Mona said, “I’m still in training, but what the hell, I can have one night of fun.”

“What are you training for?” Phil asked. “Aren’t the Olympic team trials over now?”

“Yes, they are,” she said, “and I didn’t place this year, but I have one last shot next spring. If I don’t do it then, I’ll have to pack it in.”

“Oh, I know you’ll do it,” I said, “You have more drive than all of us put together.”

“Awe, no wonder I love you,” Mona tilted her head and kissed me.

Jan was feeling really frisky now. “Mona,” she asked, “feel like taking a stroll on the beach?”

“Sure, let’s go count some hard-ons,” she laughed.

The two of them strolled to where the most of the people were and waved as they passed. When they returned, they were all wound up and feeling sexy. Jan was over the moon with her first experience at public nudity.

“Did you enjoy strutting your stuff,” I asked them.

“Oh yeah, most of them were packing gaziantep bayan escort up for the day, but everyone stopped what they were doing to smile and say hello. One guy pulled out his dick and was stroking himself. It was a nice one too.” Jan said.

“Holy mackerel, have you always been like this?” Phil perked up.

“No,” Jan said. “Only just recently, but this is me from now on, though. Any problems with that?”

“Hell no,” Phil said. “Where have you been all my life?”

We keep eating and drinking until we were full and then we laid back and cuddled as we watched the late day sun start to go down. Phil and I scavenged for driftwood and made a fire.

“This is really nice,” Jan said. “I love camp fires.”

“I love any place you are,” Phil said.

“Oh, you’re so cute, I could eat you up. In fact, I think I will,” she flipped over and dropped her head in between his legs. We couldn’t really see much but she made an awful lot of slurping noises as she pleasured his member. She shifted up on to her knees and now her ass stuck up in the air.

“Now that’s just too good to pass up.” Mona said as she crawled on all fours to Jan’s rear end and parted her cheeks. “It’s time to party, Jan,” she said, as she dove in licking her and sticking two fingers in her pussy.

Jan wriggled with delight and I, for one, wasn’t going to waste having Mona on her hands and knees. I slipped in behind her and inserted myself. Phil was beside himself. He was shocked, but he sure wasn’t complaining.

Jan couldn’t stand it any more and she disconnected from Phil, whipping around to face Mona. Mona moved up and the two locked in an embrace, then fell over on their sides laughing. They switched ends into a sixty-nine and were furiously chewing away at each other’s pussies. I stroked myself as I watched and soon Phil took my lead and did the same.

“Did you ever dream you’d get to watch something like this? I asked him.

He just shook his head in wonderment.

“Well, hang on then, buddy,” I said, “the night’s not over and I think they’re not done with us yet.”

The girls were getting noisy with sounds that were half laughter and half ecstasy. Finally, after God only knows how many little orgasms, they broke up and came at each of us.

Jan flew into Phil’s arms. “Want to taste Mona’s pussy? Kiss me,” she ordered.

He tentatively kissed her and she exploded with passion, kissing and groping him everywhere. Mona was a little more reserved.

“Well, I do think she enjoyed that,” she giggled. “You’re right, this one has an atomic powered sex drive. Wow, she’s fun.”

Then she turned her attention back to me. “Fuck me, Rick, right under all these beautiful stars.”

I laid her back and we made love as Jan resumed her attention to Phil’s cock. Pretty soon they lying near us and fucking, as well. The evening was still and the only sounds were those of waves and the plaintive yearning sounds of our lovemaking. I had no idea who was left on the beach besides us, it was too dark now to see.

Phil was very excited and I clearly heard him cum, but he never stopped. He kept pumping his fat cock into Jan. Meanwhile, Mona and I had changed positions and she was on top now. I loved the pliable way she could flex her pelvis, it made my cock feel things that were thrilling. I came shortly after and we hugged and cuddled as we watched the other two go at it.

Phil was insatiable, I was seriously impressed with his stamina.

“Have you ever seen anything like him?” Jan said. “I think he can go on all night.”

“No, I can’t,” Phil groaned, and then he groaned again even louder as he slammed into Jan ruthlessly. Finally he stopped, and with a few great staggered thrusts he collapsed onto her.

“Alright, rest up now,” Jan consoled him. “I can’t believe you went that far, you’re amazing. My pussy’s all tingly.”

“Oh God… I can’t breath,” He said, as Jan continued to caress his back tenderly.

We were no longer in the throes of sex and we all quickly realized how much cooler it had gotten. The fire was down to its embers and provided little warmth. We decided to pack up and head back out. The girls wrapped the blankets around themselves and we trekked back to the access point. We were all shivering and, despite the ample moonlight, finding the way out took us longer than we hoped. Finally, we saw the marker and completed the difficult fifty-foot climb out.

Phil drove Mona home first before dropping Jan and I off. When we arrived home, I said goodnight him with a wink and left the two of them alone. I was bushed, and I decided to read in my room and go to bed early. Later, Jan knocked at my door and came in.

“That was such a great evening,” she said. “I love Mona, she’s so amazing.”

“I agree,” I said, “we’re very much in love.”

“Wow, really? I’m so happy for you. I’m crazy about Phil, as well, but I think we’re really testing him with our sexual freedom.”

“If you ask me,” I said, “I think he’s passing with flying colors. You have a real overachiever on your hands there, sis. Just the same, he needs to step up in the oral department – that is, if he wants to fill my shoes.”

“Yeah, you’re right, he needs a lot of work there, but he’ll never match you, Rick.”

“Thanks, hon. Well, I’ve got a big day with Magda tomorrow, so time for some sleep.”

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–[Authors Note: Thank you everyone for the support of chapter 1, both in the comments section and in the private messages you sent. Those responses meant the world to me, and without your motivation I never would have finished chapter 2. There is much more action in this chapter, which I hope you will enjoy. It is also almost twice as long as the first one. Thanks again for reading, and don’t forget to vote! ~Uzumati]–

Thud!

I awoke with a start that Sunday morning, the morning after my 18th birthday. I had been having the most amazing dream. In my dream, I was in my sister Mary’s bedroom, and we had just kissed after I had given her an aura induced orgasm. Things were progressing farther than I had ever imagined. We were making love, and it was quickly going from slow to wild.

Well, it had been going quickly from slow to wild, until I fell out of the bed anyway. My bed? I stood up and looked around. Reality was coming back to me in slow waves. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing over the events that had transpired, trying to sort the real ones from my dreams. I hadn’t made love to my sister, but I HAD been in her room, massaging her everywhere, in both the places a brother should and shouldn’t touch.

My thoughts at least sorted for now, I looked down at my once again raging erection. From the feel of it alone I could tell that the size increase I enjoyed when I was with my sister had not abated. ‘Does this mean that as long as I continue to want to please only my sister and not take care of myself that it will stay like this?’

I smiled to myself. To be honest, I rather enjoyed feeling this giant rod between my legs. ‘Hey, if this size is giving me pleasure, why does it revert back when I try to masturbate?’ I pondered to myself. I had once thought that I knew everything there was to know about the auras, but if yesterday was any indication, then there was still much to learn. I had never interacted personally with them before, only reading them.

I decided it was time to experiment again. For whatever reason, I have never been able to see my own aura, but I could certainly see my own cock, especially in it’s excited state. I stood up and moved to my computer, breaking it from it’s sleep. Pulling up another video I enjoyed, I sat in my chair and slowly started to stroke myself. At the first familiar twinge, the same twinge I had felt yesterday at the base of my cock, I concentrated on maintaining my length. “This is for me” I said out loud. “I enjoy this size, I want to keep this size, I want to be this size”.

I continued stroking, and my cock continued tweaking. My focus never wavered, and as I continued the strange feelings started to subside. ‘I did it!’ My cock was not shrinking, it was staying exactly the size I wanted; the size to best pleasure me at that given moment.

I was going to keep going now, wanting to feel an orgasm from this monster I was holding when I remembered another bit from last night, a promise my sister made to take care of me. The needs of the moment struggled against that promise for the future, and I briefly waged an internal war. Eventually my own curiosity and incestuous desire for my sister won out.

I shut off the video and threw a pair of shorts on in a hurry. I didn’t even bother with a shirt, I generally don’t when I’m not going anywhere. Glancing at the clock I realized it was almost eleven in the morning. Where was everyone? Why hadn’t they woken me up?

I decided to investigate. Stepping out of the room and glancing both ways down the hall, I could see that Stacie’s and Mary’s doors were both open. They were only ever open when they weren’t in there. I made my way downstairs, calling out “Hello!?” No response came.

In the kitchen I found a note sitting next to a glass of water and two muffins. Hungrily I bit into the muffin before reading the note.

“Jake,

Your sisters and I have gone out to do some shopping, and to see Stacie’s new office that she got with her internship. We won’t be back until late in the afternoon. Sorry I didn’t wake you. Mary said you had helped her again last night and would be pretty tired this morning. You’re too good to her. I left some muffins for you, and there’s leftover chicken in the fridge. Enjoy your new drums!

Love, Mom”

I finished the second muffin and drank the whole glass of water in three gulps. I was a little disappointed that Mary was gone, but my appointment with my new drums was long overdue.

Wasting no more time, I got up and made my way to the sound room in the basement.

My family was not hard up for money by any stretch. My parent’s had shared a chiropractic office, and even without the money from my dad’s death (which my mom put away for our schooling and the rest into trusts for us) we were more than okay. So when I had taken up drumming, we had put a sound room in the basement. When the door was closed, the extra lining made the drums impossible to hear throughout the rest of the house.

I opened up the door to the sound room, flicking gaziantep escort bayan on the lights, and was once again taken away by the gorgeous sight. Sitting down, I began going through my warmup routines before playing some of my favorite songs and then breaking into a long improvisational jam session.

Time was a blur, and it seemed like it hadn’t been that long at all when movement caught my eye and I looked up to see Mary standing in the doorway.

“I thought I might find you in here” she said, closing the door behind her and latching it.

She looked absolutely stunning today I thought. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had on a pink shirt with a white skirt that barely went down to mid-thigh. She was wearing a white pair of shoes with socks that were pulled up a couple of inches above her ankles.

I caught myself staring, and when I looked back up to her face her smile had changed into a grin.

I was immediately embarrassed, both from the staring and from the quick realization of my current state. I had been drumming for a long time, and was drenched in sweat, my hair matted and sticking to my brow. With nothing but shorts on, my chest was glistening with sweat. I got up from my stool and turned my back to my sister. Reaching for the bench, I grabbed one of the clean towels I kept in here and started to dry myself off.

I was about to turn around and face my sister again when I felt her hands press up against my back. They were cold from being outside and felt good against my hot skin.

“You know, I never got to thank you for yesterday…” Mary was sliding her hands around to my stomach, massaging my abs. As she finished she started sliding her fingers under the waist of my shorts. “Or for last night”.

I jumped away and spun to face her. “Mary, I’m not sure we should do this. I mean… I’m your brother for christ’s sake! What if Stacie or Sharon found out? Or even worse, mom!”

“Are you saying you regret what happened last night?”

“No, I’m just saying… Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do the things we did. I don’t regret it, I just… I feel like I’m taking advantage of you. You know I haven’t been with many (my sister gave me a look) okay, any girls, and I’m worried that my feelings for you might be simply because I’m not that experienced.”

“Well I’m not worried. I can give you all the experience you’ll ever need.” Mary took a step towards me, and I took a step back.

“Well don’t you think it’s strange, I mean a brother and sister fooling around? Don’t you think it’s wrong?

“I think it feels right” Mary responded, continuing her advance and me my retreat.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Then I think it sounds right.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. Mary was still moving forward slowly. I was trying to back up but my foot hit the wall, followed a second later by my back. With nowhere left to retreat I watched as she slowly got closer and closer. Her arms came forward, reaching once again for my shorts, but I caught her hands before they got there. She stopped and looked up at me.

“Honestly?” I asked.

Mary looked away for a second and sighed. When she looked back, I could tell that something had changed. The blind lust in her eyes had faded and was replaced by… what. Determination? Resolve.

“Jake…” she began. “You are a sweet guy. Too sweet. It’s always been your biggest fault. You are always looking so closely at what other people want, that you never stop to think about yourself. Its one of the things I admire about you most.” She paused.

“The truth is, I’ve liked you for a long time. Ever since you started running with me, and started really spending time with me. You’re not just a brother to me, you’re my best friend. And as a friend, I’ve honestly been worried about you. You never take care of yourself. You’re always giving, never taking. I just don’t want to see life pass you by.”

“I waited, hoping that you would find a girl that was right for you, someone that you could experiment with, and bring you the pleasure I know you deserve. But she never came.”

“About a year ago, I started to look at you differently. Objectively. And what I saw was a handsome boy about to become a man. You had grown so fit. I started… fantasizing about you. At first I thought it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop. I love you so much. You are my brother and my best friend, but… now I wanted you to be my lover as well. I knew that if you couldn’t take that step yourself, then I wanted to take it with you.”

“I know we’re siblings. I’m not looking to get married. I don’t want to have your children. I just want you to be happy. You may think you hide it well, but I know what you think of yourself. You’re embarrassed, ashamed even, that you’ve never been with a girl. Let me be that girl. Let me help you get past this. Maybe then you’ll be able to move on. We’re brother and sister. We’re best friends. Is it really all that wrong if we are lovers too?”

I gaziantep eve gelen escort didn’t know what to say. I never knew she had felt like this. I could have known I guess, if I used my aura on her. But then I really would have felt guilty.

I thought I was good at reading people, but I realized then that Mary had read me like an open book. She knew how I felt, and not only did she know, she wanted to be the one to help me.

I was overcome with love and affection for my sister. I was still holding her hands. I pulled her close against me and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. A simple kiss, no tongue. I didn’t know what to say, but that kiss said it all.

Well, almost all of it.

“Good. Now that that’s settled, take off those shorts so I can suck your cock. We only have twenty minutes before mom will have dinner ready”.

I was too shocked by what Mary had said to move, but my sister didn’t wait for me to take them off, she had already extracted her hands from mine and was pulling them down.

I wasn’t hard, but as the words hit my brain I felt the first strain on my cock as I realized what was about to happen. Mary didn’t need any prompting. Kneeling in front of me, she reached out with her right hand and picked up my flaccid member. She started jerking it back and forth, not too fast but not too slow either. Her ministrations were not going unnoticed by me as my cock was rapidly inflating.

Looking down, I saw her looking up. Our eyes met and held. Slowly she leaned forward, and still watching me flicked her tongue out across the top of my head. Her flick felt like lightning, and I groaned lightly, my knees trembling a little. Any limpness that had remained was definitely gone now. My cock felt like an iron rod in my sister’s still pumping hand.

“You think that felt good? Well how about this?”

With that, Mary leaned forward, opening her mouth, engulfing the head of my shaft. I felt her tongue swirling around my cock, above it, to the sides of it, and below it. She sucked in and I felt the pressure all the way through my body; it felt like her little lips were trying to suck me in completely.

I broke eye contact and looked away, gasping again. Mary used the opportunity to lift her left hand and start rubbing my balls, her right hand never stopping its jerking motion. Releasing her vacuum hold on my head with a pop, her tongue flicked out again across the top. Lifting me up, she leaned forward and slowly slid her tongue all the way along the bottom of my shaft.

I was in ecstasy. Masturbation felt good, but it never felt this good! I had to see it again. I looked back down and Mary was looking up at me, grinning. She sucked the head back into her mouth, but this time not content to stop there, she started to shove my cock further into her mouth. I flinched from the feelings. When I felt the tip of my head hit the back of her throat she gagged a little bit and pulled it back out of her mouth.

“Sorry” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s beautiful, I’ve never seen anything so big” she gasped.

She sucked the head back into her mouth and started working on it again with her tongue. Releasing my balls, she moved her left hand up and started started pumping my shaft with it as well. The slow motions from earlier were gone, and as she jerked quickly up and down with both hands, all the while sucking on the head, I began to feel my orgasm build.

My balls were filling up and they felt like they were on fire. The pressure quickly superseded that of the suction on my head, and I knew I was going to cum.

“I’m going to cum” I managed to gasp.

This only seemed to spur my sister on. She sucked even harder and her jerking motions became furious.

I screamed out and fired like a shotgun. My knees buckled and if I hadn’t been pressed against the wall I surely would have fallen down.

I don’t know if Mary’s intentions were to swallow my load or not, but whatever her plans were, that first shot must have thrown her off her game. She pulled her head off my cock coughing slightly as I continued to fire. I watched in amazement as string after string of cum fired from my cock onto my sister’s face. The first glob landed on her forehead, the next two on her cheek. The third hit her right between the eyes.

Mary seemed to have recovered now, as she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. The rest of my cum went straight into her mouth, her eyes looking into mine.

When I had finally finished cumming, my back could no longer support me either, and I slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Mary shut her mouth and swallowed, then looking at me, smiled.

“Sorry” I said. “I didn’t mean to… you know… all over your face.”

“No big deal. I had planned to do that next time, but your first load went straight down my throat. Do you always cum so much when you orgasm? I’ve never been such a mess”.

Looking at my sister, I started to laugh. She did look gaziantep evi olan escort like a mess. My cum was sliding down her forehead towards her eyes, the glob on her nose was making its way towards her lips, and the shots on her cheek had already made it down to her chin.

Standing up, I pulled my shorts back up and quickly walked over to the bench, grabbing another clean towel. I handed it to my sister.

“Thanks.”

“To answer your question, no, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in my entire life. Well, maybe except for…” I paused. The only time I had ever cum like that was yesterday, when I had masturbated in the shower thinking of my sister.

“Except for what?” Mary asked. She had finished toweling herself off and was standing in front of me again. When I didn’t respond, she said “Come on, you just came on your sister’s face. You honestly think there’s anything you can’t tell me?”

“Well…” I struggled at first, but finally just decided to spit it out. I told her about how I had jacked off in the shower yesterday to the image of her tits. At the end of it, Mary had that grin on her face again that I was coming to love.

“What tits, these tits?” she asked, grabbing her breasts through her shirt and giving them a squeeze. Even after just having cum, I felt a twitch in my cock and let out an involuntary little moan.

“Ooooh, I think these are the ones. Maybe next time I’ll have you blow your load there instead.” Mary moved forward, and leaning in, started kissing me. This was not the soft kiss from before. This time we were both passionate, our tongues coming out to caress each other. I could taste myself in her mouth, and was surprised to find that it wasn’t that bad. I lifted my hands up her legs and reaching the panties under her skirt gave her butt a squeeze.

“I like that” Mary said, breaking the kiss. “But unfortunately you’ll have to save it for later. Dinner is probably ready by now. Come on.”

Dinner was in fact ready when we got upstairs: Swedish meatballs. I was famished, and wolfed down my first plate before getting up to have seconds.

“Somebody worked up an appetite today” my mom said when I got back.

“You have no idea mom” I replied, but I was looking and smiling at Mary.

Just then, Stacie coughed and leaning forward spit the water she had been trying to drink out onto her plate.

“Stacie, are you alright honey?” my mom asked.

When she had gotten a hold of herself, Stacie replied “I’m fine, sorry, just went down the wrong pipe I guess. I was done anyway.”

Stacie stood up and started clearing her plate. I got up to do the same, following her to the sink. Setting my plate down on the counter, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her into a hug. To my surprise, she jumped at the touch and dropped her plate loudly into the sink.

Spinning, she said “Jeez Jake, you scared me!”

“Sorry” I replied. “I just wanted to give you a hug”.

“Well don’t sneak up on me next time!” And with that she stormed out of the kitchen.

I was shocked. Stacie and I never fought or even exchanged harsh words, what had gotten into her? ‘I better go talk to her later’ I thought to myself.

I stayed around to help my mom do the dishes while my other sisters wandered off. I was just bringing the last few water glasses from the table back to the sink when my mom came around the corner. I skidded to a stop to avoid running into her, but the forward momentum in my arms sent the water flying ahead of me right at my moms shirt.

“Shit Jake!” she screamed as the ice cold water instantly soaked her. I simply stared. My mother was wearing a white cotton shirt with a white bra, which I could now clearly see. The fabric clung to her breasts, and from the cold I could tell that her dark areolae were not only very large, but her nipples were a size to match, straining against the fabric. I imagined what it would be like to suck on those nipples now, like I had once done almost two decades ago. My cock was starting to stiffen in my shorts as I continued to stare.

My mothers voice brought me back to reality “Jake?”

‘Hell. How long have I been staring?’ I thought. I realized that through the blur of my thoughts my mother had called my name not once but a few times. Dragging my eyes away from her breasts, I brought my eyes up to her face and found her staring at me. I needed to think quick.

“You cursed mom” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse before.”

My mother stared back for a second more before her face broke, and with a smile she started to laugh.

“Well nobody’s perfect. Don’t think that this gives you a free ride or anything. I’ve got to go change, will you finish the dishes up?”

I agreed, and somehow managed to resist the urge to glance again at her breasts as she walked away. As I stood finishing up the last of the dishes, I wondered once again just what the hell was happening to me. Two days ago I had been oblivious to my sisters and mother as anything other than family. Now all I could see was a house full of gorgeous women, and that sight was quickly becoming a constant strain on my cock. I had already given my sister Mary an orgasm last night, and she in kind had just returned the favor no more than two hours ago in the basement. Where was this all going, and more importantly, where would it end?

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“It’s silly!” I exclaimed.

My kid brother Brad had suggested I be his “best man” for his upcoming wedding to his cute redhead girlfriend Amy.

Brad was four years younger than me and been an usher at my wedding to Rick a couple of years before. Brad and I had always been close, sometimes too close!

There had been that wild party we had when the folks were out of town and I had drank far too much and ended up sucking my brother’s cock amongst a few others. Brad never mentioned it after that night but the memory of my brother coming in my mouth haunted me.

“What will Amy say?” I argued.

“I already motioned it to her and she is cool with it!” Brad answered.

“You’ve never told her about us?” I asked.

“Of course not.” Brad assured me.

“Did you like it?” I couldn’t help asking.

“You were the best!” my brother smiled.

“Would you like a special wedding present?” I teased.

“You bet!” Brad answered knowing what I was offering.

Brad had never seen me naked. When I had gobbled gaziantep escort his cock I had only been topless with cum smeared tits. I decided to give him the Full Monte for his wedding gift.

We were alone in my apartment, Rick was at work and Brad had dropped by to ask me if I would take part in his wedding. It was the perfect opportunity to seduce the groom.

I took my brother’s hand and led him into my boudoir where Rick and I had fucked just a couple of hours before.

Untying my robe I let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor so I stood totally naked before my kid brother.

“Jesus Christ Michelle, you are a knock out!” Brad exclaimed.

“Better than Amy?” I teased.

It was an unfair question; Amy was a cute little redhead who had not yet fully matured. Her boobs were on the small side and she had no ass. I knew my 38C tits were more than my brother was use to and I had the flared hips of a breeder.

“Maybe I will ask her if I can bring you along on our honeymoon?” Brad gaziantep escort sitesi joked.

A threesome with my brother and his wife, something to think about!

“Let’s do it!” I said.

Brad quickly got naked. Peeling off his boxers his beautiful hard cock sprung out into view. It was like seeing a long lost love after all this time. I remembered his good it had felt in my mouth, how pungent his salty sperm had tasted flooding my mouth.

“I have to tell you something first.” I said to my brother as he joined me in the bed. “I am not on the pill. Rick wants me to get pregnant, but with another man’s baby!”

“He has a black friend he wants to knock me up.” I explained, “But I don’t want to have a black baby.”

Brad knew how Mom and dad would freak out if I had a half-breed child.

“So what are you saying?” Brad asked.

“I want you to make me pregnant!” I confessed.

“Do you think that is a good idea?” my brother queried.

“It’s what I gaziantep escort tanıtımları want!” I pleaded.

Without further adieu my brother mounted me. My pussy was still wet from my earlier fuck with my husband. Rick would never cum in me, always pulled out and wasted his load on my stomach. Now my brother’s potent cockhead was so close to my fallopian tubes waiting to scavenge his seed.

Brad’s cock slid into me so smoothly as if it belonged, I wrapped my legs around my brother’s hips and embraced him into my womb.

“Give me my baby!” I whispered in his ear as my hips rose up to push his further into me.

It was the most beautiful fuck of my life. Slow powerful strokes priming my pussy to receive his seed.

“Oh yes Brad, you feel so good!”

It was a long leisurely fuck, neither of us in a hurry to end it. We just wanted to enjoy each other, bonding together in the creation of another life.

“Kiss me Brad.” I moaned.

Out tongues dueled in my mouth as his cock fulfilled my desire. I sucked my brother’s tongue as his sperm spilled into my belly.

It was done!

Brad’s wedding was three months after our mating. I had to decline being a participant in the ceremony as I was beginning to show.

Everyone was congratulating me on my up coming motherhood, even Amy.

Only my husband and Brad knew the whole story!

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I had always been a bad girl, and I knew it. And now, at just eighteen, I was drunk for the first time in my life and I’d barged in on daddy while he was in the shower.

“Can I suck your lollipop daddy?” I laughed, as he stood there, his lovely lollipop hanging down, dripping wet, making me wet and wanton for it in my mouth.

“Louise, what the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? You shouldn’t be in here.”

“I want to suck your lollipop, and I’m not leaving until it’s in my mouth, you bad, bad daddy.” I snapped at him.

Ever since I’d turned eighteen I’d discovered I had a huge love and appetite for cocks and had worked my way through the basketball team, baseball team and even the soccer team. I had even enjoyed a few of the girls in the netball team too. And now that I had discovered cocktails, I realised it made me even naughtier than I ever had been before.

“You’re drunk.” He snapped back. “You’re not twenty-one yet. How did you get a hold of alcohol at your age?” He demanded.

“You’re no fun.” I snapped back, climbing into the shower with him.

“Your naked, what are you doing. You need to go to your room right this moment.” He said, chastising me.

“Not until this has been in my mouth.” I snapped back, my hand grabbing a gaziantep escort bayan hold of his cock, as he attempted to push me away.

Daddy’s cock had started out flaccid, yet as soon as he saw me, his teenage daughter, totally naked and ready for him, it had clearly grown out of his control.

“Stop that!” He shouted in shock, my hand now gliding up and down his growing cock.

“If you don’t like it, then clearly your body does.” I laughed. “Or your cock wouldn’t be growing so thick, long and hard for me would it?”

It wasn’t the first time I had shown my naked body to him. As soon as I’d turned eighteen I wanted to tempt him with every opportunity I got. I wanted to see how he would react when his own, sweet innocent, little daughter proved herself to be the sexuality growing goddess that I now am. I knew he would never enter the taboo realms of any kind of incest with me. But now, strengthened by the alcohol, I was going to make him mine.

“Louise, we can’t. I’m your father.” He said in shock, my hand running up and down his fully thick and hard shaft. I’d been with enough boys to know that he was already under my control. No man could withstand the sensations that were buzzing through his body now, and I had given gaziantep escort telefonları enough guys, and guy’s with girlfriends, enough handjobs to know for a fact, that I was the handjob queen.

“Daddy, you better just shut up and do what you’re told. Now I’m the daddy, and I Will suck your lollipop and you are gonna like it, no matter what. Got it?” I demanded dropping down to my knees in the shower, not even waiting for his answer.

Taking his cock in my mouth, I sucked him off as wildly and recklessly as I could. As his cock popped in and out of my mouth, his muscular legs buckled and almost broke as a railed him like a street whore. Maybe one day, I would even take a job as a street whore, I thought to myself. That was how good it felt to have a mans cock in my mouth and rammed down my throat. The feeling of controlling a man so utterly, so perfectly, was something I couldn’t get enough of. No matter how wild and powerful men were, when their cocks were down the back of my throat I owned them like dogs on a lead. And how better to prove that, than to have my own dads cock in my mouth and breaking the biggest taboo of taboos, incest!

Bobbing up and down on his cock, my pert breast banging gaziantep escort videoları beneath me, my sexy round ass all his to stare at, I dominated his thick member with my tongue, lips and mouth until eventually he was ready to release his hot white load. Realising the geyser was about to go off, I popped his cock out of the corner of my mouth, ready for the cum shower I desperately wanted. Aiming the head of his cock to shoot all over my face, I jacked him off the rest of the way until.

SPLASH!

The white fountain erupted in front of me, my dad’s thick cock in my hand, its white cum erupted, gushing into the air. Splashing down to cover my face, my lips, my eyes, nose, mouth, hair, I was completely cum covered.

“Thanks for letting me suck your lollipop daddy.” I smiled from on my knees.

“It tastes so good.” I smiled energetically, as I slid the bulbous head back into my mouth and to the back of my throat. Gagging on it some more, I squeezed the last drops of cum into my mouth and cleaned off the excess cum off of its shaft. Now pulling off, I stood up and took a hold of the shower head to wash the cum off my face and out of my hair.

“Thanks daddy, that was nice.” I smiled, before heading back into my room to dry off and get dressed for school.

I needed to look my hottest because I had a date with Mr Taylor, the boys’ Football Coach, in the boys’ locker room while the seasons final game was on. There was nothing more sexy and erotic, than getting fucked by the boy’s Football Coach during a game, and this wasn’t just any game, it was the season Championship!

To be continued!

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So I’m down on my knees between my cousin’s legs, my face still covered and glistening with my cousin’s cum after he let out his massive load. I still have my hands on his cock slowly stroking his still erect cock. He is looking down on me, takes a finger and scoops a glob of his cum from my cheek into my mouth.

“You like the taste of that, don’t you?” John said as he took his finger and scooped up more cum “Don’t worry there is more from where that came from.”

I was so horny at this point I was consumed with lust. I barely heard John tell me we were going to his room so he could fuck me. He stood up, his cock was masterfully waiving in the air in front of me. He took my head in his hands and pushed his cock back into my waiting mouth. He began to pump his hips in an “in-and-out” motion. I looked up at him from kneeling position and I could see lustful smile on his lips. After about 5 minutes he said “I’m going to fuck you good, cous” as he pulled me up to my feet. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I proceeded to follow him like a puppy, my hard cock straining through my shorts. I hadn’t taken off my clothes yet. As we reached the foot of his bed he told me “Take your clothes off, you won’t be needing them”. He went to the bathroom and grabbed some lube and set it on the bed. “You’re going to want me to use this so I can slide up in you. But you will be providing the lube too, know get on your knees.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down to my knees.

“I see you work out a bit, you must be a good eye catcher for the girls and guys.” I admit I wasn’t chiseled but I did keep fit. in contrast, my cousin was big and tall with a hard belly. Although, still feeling a buzz from the alcohol I was able to gain to a little bit of clarity to get a clear picture of the size of my cousin. His length was about the length on my forearm, he had to be at least 10″ with the girth of the bigger sized red bull can, uncircumcised and mean looking. I took this all in as I was on my knees sucking the head of his cock, taking as much of the shaft as I could. I ran my tongue down the length of his cock and back up. I could taste the residual of his cum as I worshipped his cock. Later in the summer I would learn to take more of his length by hanging my head on the side of the bed as he pushed his gaziantep escort cock in to face fuck me.

I don’t know how long i was down there but he John pulled me up from his cock that was now glistening with my spit. He turned me around and bent me over the edge of the bed. He leaned into me and I could feel his cock sliding along the crack of my ass as he did. He whispered “I’m going to get you ready to receive my cock”. With that he used one of his hands to spread my ass open to expose my waiting sphincter and with the other he squeezed some lube. The cold made me jump but the sensation was soon replaced by the insertion of his finger then two to lubricate and loosen me up, His fingers working my man pussy felt so good.

After he felt I was good and ready he leaned into me, again with his cock sliding in between the crease of my now lubed ass. “I’m getting ready to fuck you, do you feel my cock against your ass? Is the biggest cock you have had? Do you want this, are you ready?”

At this point I could only nod and told him “Put it in me, please, I want you to fuck me.”

“I thought so, I knew you would want this” John put his cock at the entrance of my backdoor and began to push in. With the lubrication his cock began to slide in but I began to feel the sensation of him stretching me, wow! I began to push back a little bit as it seemed like he was splitting me open.

“Easy, cous, just relax. I’m going to slowly push into you all the way and then let you accommodate my cock before I begin to fuck you real good. You’re real tight, I’m going to loosen you up good” His way of detailing the way he was going to fuck me just made me hornier and want to take more of him.

After what seemed like an eternity I felt him leaning completely into me and he was all in. The sensation was amazing, some pain of accommodating his girth and length but at the same time I was filled with lust having submitted and being topped by my cousin and his huge cock. He began to slowly move in and out and I could feel my ass straining but taking him in. After a while his pumping became steadier as he moved more of his cock in and out of me.

“Alright, baby, you got the rhythm now.” John said as he began to pick up the pace. “I see you like my big cock inside you. It’s eskort gaziantep hard to find a girl that likes to take it all the way, I’d like to tap this ass more often, make it mine!”

“Now, I’m going to take you like I take all my bitches.” With that he slowly pulled out of me and instructed me to climb on the bed and lay on my back. He climbed on, spread my legs, and positioned himself between my legs with his cock pointed to enter my ass. He was going to fuck me missionary. He pulled my ass up and rolled me up a little bit and began to enter me again. Once inside me he began to fuck me with vigor.

“How does it feel baby to be filled with my cock, how does it feel to be fucked like a little bitch? You getting close to coming? I can feel your ass wrap around my cock as I pump in and out of you”

I was getting to the point of no return, I was feeling my cock getting close to exploding as he pumped in and out, his motion stimulating my prostrate. I began to move my hand to stroke my cock to finish but he grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head. My submission to him complete, I wrapped my legs around him like a good little girl and bucked into him to meet his pumps in and out of me. I couldn’t believe how horny I was and submitting to my cousin made me hornier. I could no longer hold it and I explode all over my belly with my ejaculations from my position, reaching my face.

My cousin slowed his motion as I came. He was breathing heavy and sweating profusely as was I. A smile came across his face as he told me “See I told you was going to make you cum as I fucked you!” He stopped with his cock resting inside of me to scoop up my cum on my body to feed it to me. He made me suck on his fingers like i was sucking on his cock.

“I see you like that. My cum, your cum, it’s always good to find some one that likes to swallow cum, nothing better to have you load swallowed after a long. sloppy blowjob.

“Now that you’re done, I’m going to finish off deep inside you.” With that he rolled my now limp, quivering body over, straddled my legs, spread me open, and began to enter me once again. He laid his body on me as he began to fuck me prone bone. It was hard to breath with is body laying on me and feeling spent after having gaziantep esmer escort one of the most powerful orgasm I had ever had, nonetheless, I lay there as he picked up speed and I felt his breath getting heavier and heavier on the back on my neck.

“Alright baby, I’m going to cum deep inside of you are you ready?”

“Yes baby, please fill me with your cum” With that he buried himself to the hilt inside of me, a little rough because I felt a ting of pain, eliciting a groan of pleasure and pain. I felt his cock began to throb and the warmth of his semen began to fill me. He growled like a bear and began to bite into my neck. As he finished ejaculating, he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of me so my ass could suck out the last bit of cum from his massive cock.

He finally stopped and laid on me, with his cock still inside me. I could feel the sweat between our bodies. He finally pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I turned to look at him and then to his cock. It was glistening and still semi-erect. I looked over his body, glistening with sweat too. My cousin is over 6 feet tall (i’m not) and like a said a big, burly guy. Feeling submissive and wanting to continue to be his bitch I began to suck on his nipples as I grabbed his cock and began to stroke him. He did not resist my moves. As I moved I could feel his cum ooze out my ass, down my legs and onto the bed sheets.

I felt his cock grow hard again as I was alternating sucking his nipples and kiss/biting on his stomach. I felt him move. He placed one of his hands on the back of my head and began to push me toward his now hard cock. With his other hand he guided his cock back into my mouth.

“You like this didn’t you? You are my little booty-call bitch now, we are going to have some fun this summer,” he said as he spread his legs “Get in there you are going to be down there a while now” I jumped in between his legs kneeling like I had had many girlfriends before, little that I knew I would experience a role reversal. I love this position, total submission.

I finished the night coaxing another load from my cousins cock and swallowing. I stroked another orgasm from my cock as well. I stayed the night at his house. In the morning after some foreplay and prep, he fucked me again in the morning before I left. The bastard had left his bite marks on me but that was ok as I was over to his place quite frequently over the summer. We had threesomes with some of his “girlfriends”. I liked cleaning out his cum from pussies he had just fucked. My ass exposed he would fuck me from behind on some of these occasions. It was a good summer.

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English class didn’t turn out too bad.

Fortunately, my workload of classes and football kept me from dwelling on Trish too much. I’d never let on how much she’d hurt me. I guess sometime during my senior year I’d fallen in love with her. At first, it had just been fun times, and the sex had been amazing! I never really knew how much I cared for her until after she was gone.

Mom had taken the hurt away, and now I had a dilemma going on in my head. I’d somehow fallen in love with both of them! Trish had hurt me. I wanted to get even with her for what she’d done by ignoring her. That lasted for almost a month.

***

Trish ignored me in class to stay professional. Still, whenever I got a graded paper, it included a little note on the back of one of the pages in red.

“Jason, I’m so sorry! Let me explain what happened.” With the address of her apartment.

I sort of wanted to hear what lame excuse she had, but the sting stayed with me, and I kept putting her on hold. Football season was in full swing, and we had a game every Saturday. That was aggravating, too, because I only got to play the last few minutes of a game. And only if we were ahead by two touchdowns. Being a freshman, I knew I’d get my chance someday, but it sucked sitting on the bench when I knew I could play better than the current starter.

Between homework, practice, weight lifting, and sleep, my days were already pretty full. I sure didn’t need the stress of seeing Trish! It all sounds good, but the truth was part of my mind was always drifting back to her at times. I would remember one or another time when we had made love. Trish had never been boring during sex! I wrote it off to not having been on a date. That was something I planned on fixing as soon as I could because a guy can only go so long without sex. It was making me edgy, and I needed to take the edge off so I could concentrate on school and football.

***

I guess that’s what finally did me in. On the next Friday, when I got my assignments handed back, there was another note.

“Please, Please come and talk to me!”

I decided I would, but it would have to wait until Saturday after the game. Even so, I thought about how I was going to rip her up one side and down the other after she gave me her excuses! I wasn’t about to let her get away with it, no matter what she said.

***

I was feeling better after the game. I got to play the last five minutes and threw the first touchdown pass of my college career! It wasn’t that spectacular, just a quick shot to the corner of the endzone from the 20-yard line. Even so, it was thrilling, and the roar of the crowd was heaven!

I was in a pretty good mood and headed out to find Trish’s place after supper. It wasn’t that hard to find and looked like a friendly enough apartment complex as I pulled into a parking spot in front of her building. I went up the stairs looking for
40.

Trish opened the door after my second knock and looked surprised to see me.

“Come on in,” She told me, “I’d just about given up on you,” She said with a sad look in her blue eyes.

“I’ve been busy with football and stuff.”

“Too busy for me?”

I just shrugged my shoulders and went inside as she shut the door behind me. I headed for the sofa and sat down.

“So, what do you want to tell me?” I asked.

“You want a beer first?”

“Sure, but I can’t stay long.”

Trish came back with two beers and handed me one, “It’s all I have.”

It was some brand I’d never heard of, but beer is beer, and I took a sip as she sat down across from me.

“You look good!” She said, “I saw you throw that TD today.”

“Thanks, is that all you wanted to tell me?”

I watched the smile run away from her face.

“I suppose I deserve that,” She replied, looking sad, “I just wanted to tell you what happened, and why I left.”

“I’m listening.”

Trish took a big drink of beer and then sighed, “Okay, this is what happened.” And she began to tell me her story.

“I was dating this guy in College named Bruce. We dated for my whole senior year, and after I graduated, the only job I could find was at your High School. So, I left California and came out here because I needed the job and experience.”

I interrupted her, “I know all that Trish, get to the point.”

She looked guilty, “What I didn’t tell you when we met was that I was engaged to him.”

I was a little surprised, but it didn’t seem like that big of a deal, “You never wore a diamond.”

“I sort of left it at home while I was in Texas.”

“Why?”

“I guess I was having second doubts about marrying him.”

“Go on,” I told her.

“When you and I got together, I did it because I was lonely and needed someone.”

“You used me for sex?” I asked.

“Come on, Jason,” She replied, “It’s not like I forced you into it!”

She had a point, and I smiled, “No, you didn’t have to force me at all.”

Trish took a drink and then went on. “So, anyway, as the year went on. Each time I went back home to see Bruce, I kept gaziantep escort bayan thinking about you. I was already thinking about calling the wedding off, but my parents and everybody loved Bruce. They had the whole wedding planned without me. My dad is the pastor of the church, and he was so proud I was going to marry Bruce that I just couldn’t tell them I was having doubts.”

I had to admit the story was getting interesting. I was losing my anger towards Trish and wanted more.

“Go on,” I said, “So, how is it you just disappeared?”

“Mom & Dad showed up the night before I left with a U-Haul truck and some guys to load all my stuff. It was like I didn’t have any say in it. They just showed up as a surprise, loaded the truck, and I was dumb enough to let them.”

“So, you left for California with them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to you. I felt bad, but I figured I’d never see you again anyway. I just let Mom & Dad run my life like they always did.”

I finished my beer, “Did you get married?”

“No, that’s the best part of this story.”

“How so?”

“I’m free at last from them.”

“If you have another beer, I’d like to hear it,” I asked.

“Sure, I wish I had something stronger,” She replied.

Trish brought us another couple of the shitty tasting beers, but it was cold.

“So, what happened?”

Trish drank deeply then started up again, “So, to make this short, here’s what happened. Dad and Bruce moved up the wedding date, and he’d even picked out my fucking dress for me!”

“No, shit?”

“Yes, and it got worse. I felt like I was on some kind of train and couldn’t get off!”

I was starting to think that nobody could make up a story like this one.

“What happened?”

“I almost got married to that idiot Bruce. I went to the wedding and went through the whole thing until Dad asked me to say, “I do.” I just couldn’t take it anymore and said, “I don’t!” and I ran out of the church in that dress that I didn’t even want!”

“No, shit?”

“Oh, it gets better!” Trish replied, “I got home and took that dress off and threw it on the floor. By the time I changed clothes Mom & Dad came barging in the front door, all pissed off!”

“About what? Changing your mind?”

“They kept yelling about how I’d embarrassed them and all the family. Dad was yelling about how much money I’d cost him, and they better take the dress back. I ran upstairs and got it and threw it in his face and told him to shove it!”

“Really? I bet that went over good.”

“Mom asked me why I ran out. And I told her because I didn’t love him and wasn’t going to marry him. You know what she said?”

“What?”

“You should have thought about that before you slept with him. Were you fucking some new boy in Texas?”

“She said that?” I asked.

“Yes, and Dad said, “Once a tramp always a tramp!”

“Jesus Trish, are they crazy?”

“I think so, and mom went on to say how they put up with me having so many boyfriends in High School, hoping it was just hormones, and I’d get over it.”

My mother said, “I see you didn’t get over it and keep spreading your legs for any man with a penis! Did you fuck half of Texas while you were up there? You better pack your bags, I won’t have a slut living in my house!”

“Holy shit!” I told Trish, “Your mom said that to you?”

Trish shook her head, yes, and I could see her eyes were getting teary.

“When I packed my suitcase and came back downstairs, dad took it from me. I thought he was going to carry it to my car for me, but instead, he opened the front door and tossed it out in the yard!”

“I’m sorry, Trish, that’s crazy!”

She looked at me, and tears were running down her pretty face, “You know the last thing he said to me?”

“What?”

“You’re no daughter of mine, and you’re just a dirty fucking cunt! Don’t ever come back here again!”

Trish burst into sobs, and I felt for her. I couldn’t believe anyone’s parents could do that to their daughter, but then again, it was California, and those of us from Texas didn’t think much of those nuts.

“I’m sorry, Trish.”

She looked over at me and wiped her eyes, “Mom came to the door, and they stood there watching as I put my suitcase in my car. I asked them where I was supposed to go? Mom looked at me with this cold stare and said, “I don’t care as long as you aren’t here. Go sell your pussy on the street corner, you filthy slut!” Then they slammed the door!”

That brought another round of sobbing, and I felt so bad for Trish. Nobody could fake that emotion coming from her. I got up and went over to hug her. She cried into my chest, and I held her close and tried to comfort her.

If I’d been there, I would have punched both of her parents in the face!

I thought I’d been through a lot when Trish left me, but she’d been through hell. I regretted every bad thing I’d thought about her in the past and realized that I wasn’t ever going to let her go again.

When Trish got her tears under control, gaziantep escort reklamları I wiped them from her cheeks with my finger.

Trish whispered, “I had nowhere to go, so I looked up where you signed and came to find you. This whole thing made me realize how much I love you!”

“I love you too!” I told her.

She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, “Really, Jase? You could love a dirty slut like me?”

“You’re no slut, Trish,” I told her, “You were just searching for the right man to come along.”

“Are you the right man for me?”

“I am.”

“Thank God!” She sighed, “I’ll never do you wrong again.”

I wiped her puffy eyes of the last of her tears and then kissed her on the lips.

“Come on,” I told her and grabbed her hand.

“Where we going?”

“To bed, I could use a good slut right now.”

Trish’s eyes flared up in anger until she realized by the smile on my lips I was teasing her.

“Jason, I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

“Just be you, a man couldn’t ask for more!”

“Oh, God, I love you so much!” Trish told me and kissed me hard on the lips.

I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

I knew it was going to be complicated because I loved mom as well. But this was a different kind of love than what mom and I had. At the moment, I didn’t care; I just knew I had to make love to Trish. I’d worry about the rest of it later.

***

When I sat her down on her feet in the tiny bedroom, it was a race to see who could get naked the fastest. I won because I didn’t wear a bra. Trish came in a close second, even with the extra clothing.

She came up to me, and I grabbed both of her boobs and enjoyed squeezing them as we kissed. The fact that she was stroking my hard cock at the same time helped.

“I’m so wet; I want you right now!” Trish complained when the kiss broke up.

“Not so fast, babe,” I told her, “I want to do this right.”

“Oh, and how is that Mr. Texas?”

“I prefer to eat some pussy before I fuck it.”

“Mmmmm, I guess I’ll let you this time…”

I knew she was teasing me, and the fact she got on the bed and spread her legs wide apart for me made me want her even more, especially since she was rubbing her pussy with her right hand.

“Come on, Cowboy, come lick my wet pussy!”

To me, that was like ringing the dinner bell, and I put my face between her thighs. I could smell her musky scent as I stuck my tongue between her lips.

“Oh, Yes!” She moaned, “Lick my hot clit!”

Trish had a beautiful little blonde bush and big soft pussy lips that liked to be sucked on and licked. Her wet twat tasted even better than I’d remembered. Trish was so hot that she started lifting her hips up and humping my face when she came.

I wiped my wet face-off as Trish rubbed her damp crotch, “You had your fun baby now give me what I need!”

I got between her thighs and pushed the tip of my cock in her warm wet vagina.

“OH MY GOD!” She moaned as I slid all the way up inside her, “Fuck me, baby!”

I pounded that hot wet pussy for several minutes before I came. God, it felt so good that I didn’t even notice her fingernails scratching the hell out of my back. I just wanted to cum in her, to give her my seed more than any time I could remember wanting to do that to a woman before.

“Cum in me, Jason!” She groaned with both hands squeezing my ass, “Get me pregnant, I want to have your baby!”

That was it for me, and I exploded inside her. My cock felt like a pressure washer as a months’ worth of semen blasted out.

“OH GOD YESSS!” Trish yelled when she felt me cumming, “OOohhhhhh AH, my God Yessssss!”

Trish humped me back as her vagina pulsed and milked every last drop of my cum out of my throbbing cock. When I was spent, I rolled over on my back. Then we just laid together side by side, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking.

“What was that about getting you pregnant?” I asked her after she cuddled up to me.

“I’m on birth control, but I’d have your children if you let me.”

“We’d have to get married first,” I told her, “I don’t want any bastards.”

“Why don’t you ask me?” Trish cooed and put her hand around my wet cock.

“I don’t know, you’re a lot older than me.”

“You want me to rip this off?” Trish teased me and yanked on my dick, “I’m only five years older than you!”

“If you do that, It will ruin your fun.”

“Mmmm, I guess you’re right.”

She let go and put her hand on my stomach.

“Jason, you know it’s not fair?”

“What?”

“If a man takes a lot of women to bed, he’s a stud. His buddies all slap him on the back and tell him what a man he is and love him for it. But If a woman sleeps with a few men, she’s a slut. And all her friends hate her and call her a whore, with a dirty cunt!”

“Maybe they are just jealous?” I replied.

Trish rolled over and put a boob on my chest looking at me eye to eye, “You think I’m a slut because gaziantep escort resimleri I’ve had several lovers?”

Now that was a loaded question, but I could tell I wasn’t going to get out of it.

“I can’t hold it against you,” I told her, “I’ve done the same thing.”

Trish smiled at me, “Variety is the spice of life.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Does every vagina feel the same to you?”

“No, not really,” I said, getting a bit uncomfortable with the questions.

“Neither does a man’s penis. They all feel different, and each man makes love a bit different as well,” She whispered, “Some feel better than others. If you have real emotions for him, it makes the sex incredible.”

“The bigger, the better?” I asked her.

Trish laughed, “No, I rather make love to a man who loves me with his whole heart no matter what size he is. That’s sexier than a dipshit with a big dick!”

“Really?”

“Well, to be honest, if you find someone with both, it’s an added bonus!”

“Now the truth comes out,” I told her and teased her nipple.

Trish kissed me on the lips and then rubbed her palm over my chest, “Do you know how you can tell when you’re in love with someone?”

“Tell me in case I got it wrong.”

“It’s when you ask yourself if you can live without them in your life,” Trish replied, “If the answer is no, then you’re in love.”

“Jason, can you spend the rest of your life without me in it?”

My response was instant, and It just came out of my mouth without even thinking about it, “No.”

She smiled the best smile I’d ever seen in my life. I could see the love in her eyes for me, and I felt it in her heartbeat as she pressed her chest against me while we kissed.

“I’m never going to let you go again,” She told me and disappeared under the sheets to kiss and tease my dick. Coaxing it to get hard again for her. It didn’t take long at all, and soon we were making love.

That was our first night back together, and we’d never be apart again.

***

Things went really well for the next month or so. I was getting good grades with Trish’s help, and the football team was doing great. Trish and I spent as much time together as we could. The away games took me out of town and messed up my weekends, but we made up for it when I’d get back.

In November the last month of the season, there was only one home game left. Mom surprised me when I talked to her on the phone. She was going to drive up and see the game! I told her about Trish, and I got back together, and she was actually happy about it.

They’d met before, and Mom said we should all have dinner on Friday night when she got there. Trish was excited to see her as well. Of course, Trish didn’t know about how close mom and I really were. I figured mom was smart enough to keep that secret just between us, so I wasn’t worried about them getting together for dinner.

***

Dinner went well, and by the time I got back from the restroom, mom and Trish were laughing about something.

“What’s so funny?” I asked when I sat back down.

“Nikki was telling me about some of your antics when you were a little boy,” Trish laughed.

I asked mom, “What did you tell her?”

“Oh, just about the time when you were 5 and running around the back yard naked.”

Trish laughed, “You were showing off even back then!”

“Did you have to tell her that?” I asked mom feeling my face getting a little red.

“That’s only half of it,” Mom smiled, “I won’t tell you what else you did.”

“Thank God for that!” I told them.

Even though it was early, I wanted to try and get a good night’s sleep for the game. I dropped them off at Trish’s apartment because they wanted to visit some more. Trish said she’d drive her to her hotel later. They’d already decided to go watch the game together. I had free tickets for them and hoped I would get to play. I went to the dorm and crashed out. I was glad that mom and Trish seemed to be getting along just fine.

***

I did get to play the last few minutes of the game! I managed a drive from the 20, and Tyler ran the ball in for a TD. It was garbage time, but the coach seemed to be happy with my performance. I was glad I got to play in front of mom and Trish. Even if the game had already been decided.

Mom bought us dinner at a favorite pizza place, and I kept having folks I didn’t know come up to the table and congratulate me.

“My son is famous!” Mom said.

“I know, and this is just the beginning!” Trish added.

“It wasn’t much competition,” I told them.

“I bet next year you’ll be the starter!”

“Thanks, mom, I hope so.”

“What do you want to do now?” I asked them as we walked to the car.

“You should spend some time with your mom,” Trish told me, “I have a ton of papers to grade anyway.”

I dropped Trish off at her place, and she gave me a kiss on the lips in front of mom. Mom just smiled at me as we drove off.

“I really like her,” She said, “You two make a great couple.”

“We got off to a bad start, but things are excellent right now.”

“I’m happy for you!” Mom replied, “Jim and I are getting along really well too.”

“Hey, that’s great,” I told her and tried to hold down that old jealous monster trying to get out.

“Is it really great?” Mom asked me.

I let out a sigh, “I want you to be happy mom. I really do, but I get jealous at times.”

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When I got home from Atlanta the next weekend, I was pleased to find my daughter, Jessica; and her friend, Sara; waiting on their knees for me, their legs were spread wide open and their pussies perfectly bald. Their hands were behind their heads, displaying their smooth armpits.

“Jessica, where did you learn that position?”

“From one of your magazines. It said this was a very submissive position.”

“And just who gave you permission to look at my magazines?”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I just wanted to get some ideas.”

“You’re supposed to ask first. I come home from a long trip and already I have to punish you.”

“Yes, Mommy.” She pretended to be humble, but her giggle shot that.

“No, Jessica. I’m going to take you to someone who knows how to whip you hard. Get your robe and shoes.” That messed her up. She returned quickly with her tiny kimono and a pair of flip-flops.

Looking at her though, I couldn’t stand that fucking purple hair. “Put those down for now. Get in the shower and stay under the water. I’ll be there shortly. Sara, undress me.” Nude, I strutted into my bathroom and dug out the necessary tools.

Jessica was soaking under the shower when I climbed in. I cuffed her hands behind her back and began lathering up her hair. “I won’t have you and your fucking purple hair embarrassing me in front of my friends, Jessica.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

I poured two bottles into my daughter’s hair and kept kneading it for several minutes. “Tell me when it gets warm, Jess.”

“It’s getting hot, Mom. What is that.”

“It’s to get rid of that purple.” I kept working it for a few more minutes before sticking Jessica’s head under the spray and rubbing it with a wash cloth. “Close your eyes. I don’t want to get any of this in them.”

“Oh, my god!” Sara shouted. “Cool!”

“What?!” asked Jessica, concerned.

“Sara, wipe the steam off the mirror.”

“Mom! I’m bald!”

“That’s right,” I answered, then turned and licked her scalp. “No more purple hair… and if you don’t wise up, I’ll take your eyebrows and eyelashes too. ” Turning to Sara, “Dry her off and calm her down. I have to get dressed.”

I showered and picked out a Domme outfit – corset, black skirt, heels, thigh highs; the usual – leaving off my wig. Then I marched back to the girls.

Jessica was still handcuffed, so Sara must have made up her face… before shaving off her own hair! Oh, they looked so pretty with make-up and bald. Mum, and so submissive – all nude but for their slave dog collars and the jewellery I bought Jessica last weekend.

“Get your robes and shoes,” I told them while unlocking Jessica’s wrists. They donned their shortie robes at the door and picked up their sandals.

We grabbed a cab and headed over to John’s dungeon. “I hope he’s in,” I thought to myself.

In the cab, I asked Jessica, “How much electrolysis did you get done this week?”

“I did my pubes while Sara did my armpits and butt. Can I get the belly ring now?”

“Yes, I promised you that, but first you have to be punished.”

I led them up to the dungeon and turned to them. “Just like at home, Jessica; slavegirls don’t wear clothes in a dungeon. The girls both shucked their robes and kicked off their little flip-flops, and I took them to the hoist. “Are these tight?” I asked Jessica, securing leather cuffs to her wrists.

“Yes, mom.”

“Sara, put these around Jessica’s ankles.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I clipped the cuffs to the hoist bar and her ankles to a spreader bar. She could turn around – awkwardly – but she wasn’t going anywhere. I then left to find John.

“I’ve got a treat for you upstairs,” I told him.

“Oh, jesus,” he moaned. “What now?”

“A girl who needs a whipping.”

That piqued his curiosity. Of course, that just meant that he then had to spend a half hour picking out whips, canes, and paddles in his toy room; ugh, a fag on a trip. We eventually climbed up to the dungeon with his toys.

“Ah, yes,” he announced with a broad smile. “It was just a matter of time before you came to me.” John slowly walked around gaziantep escort Jessica, inspecting my daughter’s young, hairless body. His one hand gently cupped her ass and squeezed its firm flesh. “I understand you are to be punished. Well, let’s get you a little higher.”

John cranked the hoist, lifting Jessica so her toes barely touched the floor. She was quite helpless like that. With his guidance, she turned to present her ass for punishment.

Selecting a signal whip, John cracked a few practice throws, both to loosen up, and to instill the proper fear of God into Jessica. She tensed up with each crack. Petting her back and rump one last time, he stepped back and drew the whip.

[Crack!]

“Aiyyeee!” Jessica screamed when the fall hit her back.

[Crack!]

Again and again, John whipped Jessica. Scream as she might though, she never asked him to stop. Then, on her tiptoes, she turned her ass away from him.

“You better turn around, or I’ll just start whipping your front,” he admonished.

Jessica stayed put and closed her eyes, thrusting herself toward him in defiance.

The whip cut across her substantial tits.

“Aggh!” she screamed but didn’t move. John crisscrossed her body with read welts, occasionally breaking her skin.

Right on her pussy!

“Aiiighhhhhhh! Yes!!!!!” my baby screamed with a whip-induced orgasm.

John reached for the paddle, but I stopped him. That had been the most severe whipping I ever witnessed and as much as I wanted to display Jessica’s welts and cuts, somehow, I didn’t want her bruised right then. I knew John wanted to continue, but I had a way of making it up to him.

“You can fuck her face or ass if you want.”

John opted for the former, so Sara and I freed Jessica from her bonds and knelt her in front of his fly, which she opened herself before eagerly seeking out his little cock.

Whether it was the whipping foreplay, my daughter’s youthful appearance, or whatever, it didn’t take long before John exploded his cum into Jessica’s mouth. She swallowed it all and continued licking and sucking his tiny member.

“I don’t suppose she drinks used beer,” John asked me.

“She drinks mine,” I assured him with a wink.

He grabbed her bald head and started to trickle his pee into my daughter’s mouth. She kept up, so he let loose and pissed freely. Jessica gulped down every drop.

“Well, I enjoyed that. Bring her back when she can take a paddling.”

Pulling Jessica up to her feet, I asked her, Do you have a fake ID, Jessica?” as she was only eighteen.

“Ah… yah?” she replied apprehensively; not sure if that earned her another whipping.

“Good. I’m taking you out tonight. I am so proud of you, I want to show you off to my friends.”

“Cool.”

The girls put back on what little I had allowed them to wear, and we hurried back to the apartment to dress for the evening. Sara didn’t have her ID, so I sent her home. This was a night for Mommy and Jessica, anyway. I dressed her in a see-thru print blouse, tied above her navel, vinyl miniskirt, and clear plastic sandals. Though she was bald, her clothes, permanent jewellery, full make-up, and her more-than-ample unsupported boobie ensured she looked completely feminine. I completed her submissive look with a leash attached to her collar.

We started out at the Admiral Theatre. I bought a lap dances from a few of the hottest strippers for my pretty baby. They loved Jessica and felt her up while grinding their bare thighs into her snatch under her skirt. I could smell her excitement by the time we left the theatre and headed to Girlbar.

We ordered our drinks and allowed the crowd to feast their eyes on my slave daughter.

Sophie was already there and came right up to us. She is a 30-something tattoo artist and very hot. She wore leather pants, high-heeled boots, and a black T-shirt. The pants clung to her slim body and cradled her hard ass. The T-shirt cloaked her tight belly and perky titties.

“Hi, Julie,” she said, reaching out for a friendly peck on closed lips. “Who’s this?”

“Sophie, gaziantep escort haberleri this… is Jessica.”

“Hi, I’m Sophie,” she said with an outstretched hand. Snapping her head to me, she quickly asked with bulging eyes, “Not ***Jessica*** Jessica?!”.

I nodded with a shit-eating grin. “Yup. My baby’s all grown up.”

“She’s so cute, Julie. Of course, she’d look even hotter with a ring through that belly button and maybe a couple of tats.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” “Here, Jessica,” I said handing her some quarters from my purse and unhooking the leash. “Go play the pinball machine while Sophie and I have a grownup chat.” As she was leaving, I added, “Be nice. It’s ok to flirt.”

“I promised her a navel ring for getting rid of her pussy and ass hair with an electrolysis kit.”

“Ooooh, permanently smooth.”

“She’s also been begging me for a tattoo. But I don’t want to stop there…”

We outlined our plans and made an appointment for the very next afternoon. Then, I walked toward the pinball machine where I had sent Jessica. There was a woman speaking with her, so I stayed back – though close enough to hear of course.

“What’s your name, cutie-pie?”

“Jessica.”

“How long have you been shaving your head, Jessica?”

“This is the first night.”

“I’ve never seen you before, is this your first time here?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She was trying to concentrate on the game, but the woman had other interests. Specifically Jessica’s bare thigh, on which the woman lightly placed a long, red fingernail. Jessica’s ass instinctively extended back to the woman.

“Are you here with anyone?”

“Yes, ma’am. My mom.”

“I’ve heard some girls calling their partners ‘Daddy’, but never ‘Mom’,” she said. By then, her finger had traced up Jessica’s leg and had found her bald, young pussy.

“She really is my mom.”

“Really? Are you both gay?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m bi… but I never fucked a guy. She’s bi, but I think she’s mostly been with girls lately.”

“But you’re not here… like together? I mean, you two aren’t lovers… right?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am.”

That’s when I walked up to them and said to the astonished woman, “Isn’t my baby precious?” The woman was speechless and backed away in shock.

We danced and drank, then I had her eat me out in the bathroom… with the stall door open. I’m such an exhibitionist.

The next day, we headed over to Sophie’s studio. Unlike the big tattoo parlours, hers is an intimate space without folks waiting in the lobby, so I had Jessica strip and wait nude. She was kneeling on the floor next to my chair, the leash running from her collar to my hand when Sophie announced she was ready and led us to the table.

From my purse, I produced rope and restraints, with which I secured Jessica to the table. She giggled and thought it was a fun game.

“I am so proud of you, that we aren’t going to stop with just a belly ring and a tattoo,” I explained. Jessica’s eyes widened as Sophie started plotting out the holes with her marker. Jessica was nervous but didn’t say anything as the forceps pulled her nipple flesh up and Sophie aimed the needle at the mark.

“Ah!” she called out when the ring pierced her skin.

“That’s a good baby,” I reassured her, petting her head.

She held her composure when Sophie prepared the other nipple. Even when the needle went in, Jessica only squeezed her face and panted, not screaming out that time. Her navel ring was next and though painful, did not cause her to scream.

That was before Sophie started marking her clit and labia.

“No, please Mom. Not my pussy. Please no…”

“Stop wiggling, Jessica. That will only make it harder and more painful.” With that, I took my scarf and tied it behind her neck, gagging my beautiful, bald daughter.

Sophie drove a ring through the root of Jessica’s clit, making Jessica scream through her gag and strain at her bonds. Once she settled down, Sophie put three short barbells gaziantep escort hikayeleri through her labia and soldered their ends, sealing off her pussy from entry.

“I don’t want you losing your virginity just yet, Jessica. That could lead to pregnancy and ruin your life. You’re too young for that.”

We picked out a tattoo of a rose. Sophie drew it to grow from Jessica’s sealed pussy and up to just under her pierced navel.

Shortly before Sophie finished, another woman walked in. From the sound of it, she had keys, so I presumed she was another artist.

“Take a look at this, Rachel,” Sophie called out.

“Ooh, a fresh canvas for you. She looks yummy.”

“Mum, so do you, dear. Julie, this is my wife, Rachel; she’s a doctor – just like mom always wanted me to marry. Rachel, this is Julie and her daughter, Jessica.”

“Daughter?”

“And slavegirl,” I added.

“When you said ‘her girl’ this morning, I didn’t think… Her daughter? Well, I shouldn’t judge, should I, Sophie? Anyway, let me take a look at her. Are you allergic to anything, Jessica?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Are you taking any medications?”

“No, ma’am.”

Rachel scribbled unintelligibly on her prescription pad and handed me a few sheets. Along with medications to help Jessica heal, the reason we had her come was so that she could get Jessica’s clit to grow longer and make her boobies lactate.

“You like macaroni and cheese?” she asked. “Here, give me this one back. OK, there. In about a week, you can milk her for that or anything else; her tits will be full of moo-juice. Now, be careful, with her for a couple of weeks; let these heal. If there is any problem, please call me.”

A few weeks later, Jessica was properly healed and we could play again. She managed to make use of the time by finishing her electrolysis. All of the follicles below her nose (and in her nose) were killed off to keep her baby smooth forever. I bought her a cute wig for school and insisted she shave her head on the weekends.

Rachel arrived at my apartment shortly after I got home. She came from work and was dressed professionally; no one would guess what a kinky dike she was.

“Jessica,” I explained, “you are going to spend the weekend with Sophie and Rachel as their slave. That’s how we paid for your piercings and prescriptions; so don’t forget that. I want you to be just as submissive to them as you would be to me.”

Jessica knelt before Rachel and kissed the toe of her pump.

“OK, get dressed. Sophie and I are looking forward to this.”

Jessica tossed on some slut-wear and passionately kissed me good-bye before heading out on her big adventure.

I, however, would not have time to miss her, because Sunspot awaited. Ah, sun and nudes. That’s where I found Rebecca. She was an adorable girl with tiny boobs and a face full of innocence. Rebecca wasn’t a pain freak like Jessica, but she was ripe for my conquest.

I actually picked her up at a convenience store in the neighbouring town. She was intrigued by my invitation and accompanied me to Sunspot. Oh, that girl learned fast how to eat cunt, and what a tasty one she had as well!

I wanted to be there when Jessica got home, so I didn’t stay late on Sunday. I dropped Rebecca back off and headed for home.

I was nude on the couch, rubbing Noxima into my tanned, though lightly burned skin when the door opened. Rachel, Sophie, and my Jessica walked in.

Although Jessica automatically remembered to pull off her dress as she stepped across the threshold (the door wasn’t even closed yet), she hardly seemed submissive. She grabbed Sophie by her belt buckle and initiated a passionate kiss. “Thanks for a great weekend,” she said when their mouths parted. Turning to Rachel; she pulled the doctor to her with one hand on her waist, then caressed her ear with a finger from her other hand. “And what do you say?”

“Thank you, Jessica. I had a great time, too.” Jessica rewarded her with her tongue. For a woman with that much education and income, Rachel seemed very submissive.

“So, are we still on?” Sophie asked as she and Rachel started to leave.

“Count on it. I’ll meet you at Rachel’s office a week from tomorrow evening,” she replied and closed the door behind them. “Get over here, slut!”

I was stunned.

Snapping her fingers, she repeated, “Get over here.”

I don’t know what made me do it, but I immediately crawled to my daughter.

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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is the continuation of my Technically We’re Estranged series and I suggest reading the previous chapters before continuing. TWE is made of intentionally shorter chapters, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. This chapter includes exhibitionism and elements of incest.

Stephan tries to make amends with wild gestures.

Thanks to Antematter for his comments. If you are a writer seeking a volunteer editor, seek him out.

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I yawned to make my ears pop as the rumbling airplane bounced through some turbulence on it’s way into the sky. This was probably the stupidest thing I had ever done. Was it worth it?

Well, if it worked out, then yes.

*********

“Good morning, Stephan,” Bella answered the phone.

“Bella,” I said. “I’m not going to be in for the next few days.”

“Oh,” she replied, a little shocked. “Are you sick? Is everything alright?” I hadn’t taken a sick day since I opened my little one-man firm – if I caught the flu I sent Bella home so she wouldn’t catch it and then worked through the discomfort.

“No, and no, but I’m going to try and make it right. You can take the next couple of days for yourself, just have all the calls forwarded to my cell.”

“Stephan, where are you?”

I looked up from the tiled floor of the airport. She could probably hear the shifting crowd running past me like a river as people tried to find their proper terminals.

“Airport,” I said.

Her end of the phone was quiet for a long moment. “Are you sure about this?”

“No,” I said. “I’ll talk to you when I get back.”

“Good luck,” she said. It sounded a little sad.

*********

The layover in Hawaii was just long enough that I could have made it to my parents house to say hello and get back in time for my flight. If I were a good son I would have called to let them know I would be at the airport and they could have come to meet me. If I were a good son, I also wouldn’t be rushing across the world to try and explain to my cousin why her online relationship was with her own cousin.

I made better use of the time, at least when it came to getting everything fixed. I fielded a couple of calls, assuring my clients that I would be back soon, and set a few appointments for later in the week to keep them happy. John Marc, easily my most profitable client, had been the easiest.

“I’m sorting out what we talked about.”

“Good,” he said. “No need to get all tied in a knot over some pussy.” He would never get that someone like Mel wasn’t just ‘some pussy,’ but I wasn’t about to argue that with him over the phone.

Just before my flight to Austin started boarding, I spotted the flowers being sold at one of the in-terminal stores. They were from all over the Hawaiian islands, and if I had stepped outside the airport I probably could have found an entire bouquet, or even a full leis of them, for about a quarter the price. But buying inside meant I could take them with me on the plane, and I knew exactly what flower Mel would want most.

With my delicate red gift tucked away carefully in the top of my single carry-on bag, little more than a duffel I had quickly put together that morning after a sleepless night, I boarded the second leg of my journey to try and convince Mel of… I wasn’t even sure what.

I just needed to see her.

*********

Flying across the world, especially over the Pacific from Australia to the US, could really mess with your sense of timing. My plan the whole time had been to step off the plane, get in a cab and go to Mel’s place immediately – it hadn’t been hard to track down her address with a quick email to my aunt. The flights, the layover in Honolulu and the time change dashed those hopes though, because when I stepped off the plane it was 3 am in Houston.

I checked my phone for messages from her. Nothing.

Shuttling to a hotel near the airport, I settled in to wait the few hours until dawn. Laying on that shitty hotel bed, staring up at the dark ceiling with my shoes still on and the lehua flower twirling in my hands, I felt like a fucking stalker. Everything I was doing, had done, in the past months ran through my head. I knew exactly what time I could go to Mel’s house to catch her before she left for work because she sent a snapchat almost every morning at the same time. I knew where she lived because her mom told me, along with what hospital she worked at. The lies were thick and heavy in my chest.

I am so fucked up.

The cab ride was about twenty minutes, meandering to the outskirts of the city into a suburb. Her house was a small bungalow, cute but the gardens out front were a little on the messy side. I wondered how long it had been since someone had tended to them properly, if ever. Mel wasn’t a total girly-girl, but she’d also never been a hands-in-the-dirt kind of person either.

I paid the cabby for the escort gaziantep trip, along with another ten to hang around a couple minutes. My hand resting on the car door latch, I took a deep breath and fiddled with the flower again. Another breath and I was stepping out, feeling like I was floating on a cloud. It wasn’t quite an out of body experience, walking up the little path to her front door, but my mind was totally blank and in the moment, each step forgotten as I took the next, and then I was standing in front of the door.

I knocked.

Silence except for the light thrum of the taxi behind me, and the soft swoosh of another car driving past.

Should I knock again?

Footsteps inside. The lock turning. My fight or flight mode revved up to eleven and I wanted to dart back to the cab and try and disappear, but I stood my ground. I must have looked ridiculous, standing with the red lehua flower gripped tightly in one hand as I waited for the door to open.

The sun had come over the horizon on ride over, the golden beams playing thick shadows over the neighbourhood. My slacks and suit coat weren’t quite enough to ward away the early morning chill, though they would probably be too much later in the day. These were the things my mind tried to focus on as the lock clicked and the door swung inwards, hoping that this wouldn’t turn into a disaster.

She was already in her medical scrubs, light blue fatigues with the v-collar, loose and comfortable. They hid a bit of her form, though there was no hiding her perky bust. Her hair was tied back loosely, strands falling free from the sides of her head, and she was holding a half-eaten piece of toast in her hand. As she looked at me Mel’s eyes opened wide, flashing baby blue, and her mouth opened to a gape.

The door slammed shut.

My heart was caught in my throat and I felt like I was going to choke on it as the ground tried to fall out beneath me, my knees buckling. I wanted to collapse into a puddle right there on her stoop.

The door opened and Mel careened into me, nearly knocking me over as she gripped me in a painfully tight hug. I hugged her back in silence as she cradled her head against my shoulder, squeezing me fiercely and sniffling lightly.

“Stephan, you big dope,” she said, voice cracking with emotion. Then she wasn’t hugging me any more and was punching my chest and shoulders hard enough that I had to catch her hands. “You big, stupid, idiot, asshole.” Then she was hugging me again before I could say anything. “It’s so good to see you, you fucking moron,” she said into my shoulder.

Speechless. I was a lawyer who made his living arguing on behalf of criminals and I was speechless. Tilting her head back with one hand so I could look down to her, I swept the loose hair back over her ear and presented the lehua flower to her.

A flicker of a smile crossed her face, small dimples forming under her cheekbones, but it disappeared just as quickly to be replaced by caution. She stepped back toward the door but took the flower, raising it to her nose and closing her eyes to take a long smell before threading it over her ear.

“Hi,” I finally said.

“Hi,” she replied. The bursting emotions were gone, replaced by a guarded gaze. The reunion was over already and what I had done was front and centre.

“I- I don’t know what to say.”

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly and she swallowed visibly, crossing her arms defensively. “How long are you here for?”

“Tomorrow. I leave on the 9:45 flight in the morning. I didn’t want to assume anything about… this.” I licked my lips nervously and my palms felt slick as my fingers fidgeted. Making a decision, I reached into my inner suit jacket and pulled out the envelope. “I want you to have this,” I continued. “Even if you think I’m disgusting and never want to see me again, you can use it for a vacation or something. It’s an open ticket to Australia. I know you miss surfing.”

She took the envelope, looking at it as her thumbs ran over the paper, then her eyes came back up to mine. “Now I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Just- take it as part of my apology.” I said. “No complications. I’ll put you up in a hotel if you’d like, somewhere nice. I have some connections.”

She looked back down to the envelope in her hands and bit the inside of her lip and she thought silently. She finally glanced back to me again, eyes tracing across my face and we stood quietly for a long moment, taking each other in.

“You probably need to go to work,” I said self consciously, “I should go. I just wanted to apologize in person in case-” I sighed and shook my head.

“In case what?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I shook my head again.

“No,” she said, stepping forward and poking me in the chest with a finger. “Say what you were thinking. You had to apologize in person in case what?”

I worked my jaw as I tried to figure out what to say. “In case I ruined gaziantep escort pornoları whatever bond we had left,” I said, and quickly continued now that I had started. “In case you were going to remember me forever as a creep. In case maybe you felt the same way I do.”

“There it is,” she said. She took another deep breath, letting it out through her nose as she raised the envelope and tapped it on her lips. Our eyes were locked and I felt like I could fall into hers like an ocean.

I could feel the maturity she had gained since we had last seen each other now, standing in front of each other. Of everything we had talked about, the life that she had lived between then and now had been a topic left silent. She had gone through college, gotten married, and then gotten divorced. The years had been more than kind to her, and watching her on a computer screen she was still the bubbly, outgoing wonder I had always known her as.

She was also guarded, and smart, and more than willing to take her time to think things through. There were no crows feet or frown lines etching her beautiful face, but I could feel the weight of her experiences in her gaze.

“I do need to go to work,” she finally said. “But I want to talk, because I don’t know yet.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know if you’re forever going to be a fucking creep, or if maybe I’m in love with you.”

Fireworks in my chest and my heart tried to jump up into my throat. “Then I’m here to convince you.”

“We’ll see,” she said with the hint of a smirk.

“Can I come visit you on your lunch?”

“I don’t really get a long break,” she said. “The emergency room can get pretty crazy.”

“I’ll come by just in case,” I said, turning the smirk into a soft smile. She nodded.

There was a flash of hesitation in my head, a voice shouting at me not to push my luck, that I had landed the best I could and if I did anything else I would ruin everything. Fuck it, I thought.

I bent my head and leaned forward and I kissed her. She exhaled through her nose, then inhaled, and she was kissing me back. Her arms came up and she settled her hands on my chest, keeping a distance between our bodies, but our lips worked with each other. She teased with just the hint of tongue slipping against my lips before her fingers pressed lightly on my chest.

It ended. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just needed to do that. To make sure you knew how I felt.”

“I forgive you,” she breathed out, arms dropping as she stepped back to the door. “For the kiss. We’ll see about the rest.”

“Alright, understood,” I said. “I’ll see you at noon.”

She nodded, one hand pressed against the doorway as she bit the inside of her cheek nervously.

“God you’re beautiful,” I said before turning and heading back to the idling taxi.

She snorted and laughed breathily to herself behind me, but didn’t shut the door until after I was out of sight.

*********

It was a different kind of nerves that had my leg bouncing as the taxi pulled up in front of the hospital. I’d spent the last hours sitting in my hotel room again, stewing in my own thoughts and wondering where all this was going. Well, less wondering and more daydreaming. That kiss had been intoxicating, her lips molding to mine and pressing back, that hint of warm probing tongue at the end. Her hands on me, her chin tilted up to meet me, nose bumping against mine.

I paid the driver and walked to the emergency room entrance and into a wall of noise. It wasn’t quite ‘thirty car pile-up on the freeway’ levels of chaos, but the number of people waiting in chairs, looking forlornly at the swinging doors where doctors, nurses and the occasional patient disappeared, was slightly astounding.

Was I even going to be able to see her?

I walked up to the desk and had a clipboard unceremoniously shoved towards my chest before I could get out a word.

“Fill out the form and we’ll place you in the queue,” the nurse behind the counter said, voice nasally and attitude brimming with disinterest.

“Actually, I’m-” I started.

“Have you lost an appendage, sir? Or do you feel that you have a contagious disease that will require an invasive quarantine?”

“Well, no, I’m just-“

“Fill out the form and we’ll place you in the queue, sir. Move along please.”

“I’m not here for emergency medical service,” I said loudly, putting on my courtroom voice. Powerful, demanding, authoritative. The nurse finally looked away from her computer monitor and up to me. I softened my tone a little now that I actually had her attention. “I am here to see Melanie Fa- ah, Melanie Davis,” I had to correct myself to use the proper last name, since she hadn’t changed back from her ex-husbands. “She’s a nurse here in Emergency.”

The nurse behind the counter squinted her eyes and cocked her head. “Are you here to serve her papers? Because we’ll have security kick your ass for disrupting gaziantep escort portalı a medical facility.” The woman’s Texan accent made the threat sound very hillbilly, but I was sure it was the truth.

“No, I’m here to have lunch with her. I’m her- I’m Stephan.”

“Oh,” the nurse said, then nodded slowly as a smile crept onto her face. “Ooh, you must be the secret boyfriend.”

“Uhm-“

“Hmm, you’re more handsome than I thought you would be. And what accent is that?”

I didn’t think I had an accent, coming from the middle-class of Hawaii gave a fairly standard American voice, though maybe I just didn’t realize a bit of Australian swing had crept in over the years. “A mix, I guess,” I said. “I live in Australia now.”

“Oooh, Australia. That’s so exotic.” For someone who had been too busy to look at me as a patient, this nurse was suddenly very interested. “And you flew all the way out here to see Mel? That’s so sweet. You must have really fucked up. That explains why she was so bitchy yesterday.”

“Stephan?” A voice called from further into the waiting room, and I turned with a thankful internal sigh. Mel was smiling as she walked around the clusters of chairs and people, and walked right up to me and gave me a hug. “I see you’ve met Nikki,” she said. “I hope she wasn’t too nosy.”

Nikki snorted and rolled her eyes, “I didn’t even get the chance. What, could you smell his hotness and came running?”

“No,” Mel said with a grin. “Well, maybe. Look at this.” Mel pulled up the front of my shirt, which I had left untucked, exposing my abs. I didn’t think of myself as a guy with a six-pack, but there was some definition there.

“Mmm,” Nikki hummed, making me blush. “Yummy.”

Mel left my shirt held up for long enough that it felt a little uncomfortable then she dropped the front of my shirt and she smoothed it down. “He is, right?” The look she gave me made me realize she was paying me back, just a little bit, for my indiscretion. It was playful but calculating. She took my hand in hers and squeezed, smirking with the knowledge I understood what she was doing. “I need two minutes, then we can go eat in the cafeteria. Is that ok?”

“Absolutely,” I said after clearing my throat.

“Ok,” she replied, squeezing my hand again. She hesitated a moment, then moved to her tiptoes and gave me a peck on the lips before turning and walking back the way she had come through the waiting room. I watched her go, her hips swiveling and butt bouncing.

“Aw,” Nikki said. “You two are cuter than a speckled pup under a red wagon.”

“Pardon?”

Nikki shrugged, “You two look good together.”

“Oh. Thanks,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around the saying. And the kiss.

Mel was back quickly, taking me by the hand and pulling me from Nikki before her coworker could dig too deeply. I had bounced a few of the questions that were too personal back deftly, letting her know any of the ‘real juicy details’ would have to come from Mel and not me.

Walking with my cousin hand in hand felt a little surreal, considering the situation, but it was also comfortable. I shifted my grip and squeezed her hand softly and Mel glanced to me and smiled as we moved down the hospital corridors.

Once we were finally situated with cafeteria trays in front of us, sitting alone at a table in the corner of the long, disinfectant-smelling room, I took a moment to just look at her. She had her hair tied back neatly now, and the the flower was gone – not that I had expected her to be wearing it, considering her job – but I couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked. She had filled out since high school, cheeks and lips broadening just slightly, body looking a little less lean but just as fit.

I almost, almost blurted out some words I wouldn’t have been able to take back. Instead I took a bite of my sandwich.

“It’s not bad,” I said once I had swallowed.

“Mhmm,” Mel nodded before taking a sip of her water. “People always complain about hospital food, but they never think about the cafeteria. Of course the food in the rooms isn’t great – it needs to be packaged en masse and brought to almost 500 different rooms in the building.”

Mel’s rambling trailed off and we ate in silence for a long moment, the reality of the situation starting to creep in. I wasn’t sure what to do or say, how to explain myself more fully. How could I? “Mel,” I said. “I just want to-“

“Stephan,” she interrupted. “Not here, ok? We can’t talk about it all here, so we should wait.”

“Ok,” I said. “Does anybody here know about…?”

She shook her head, eyes glancing down to the table for a moment. “No, it’s still a secret. It lets me block regional areas, so Texas and Hawaii are both blocked. I guess I hadn’t really thought about you in Australia.” She blushed and shrugged. “Sorry.”

“I’m not, if you don’t mind me saying.”

The corner of her mouth quirked into a smirk, “I meant for not thinking about you.”

“I get it. We both got new lives.”

“I just- Seeing you. The past couple of days I’ve been realizing how much I missed you. I never found someone to replace you in my life when I moved out here and I never even realized it,” she said. “And now you’re here and it’s not the same either.”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it here?” I asked.

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