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The Gift of Goodness

By: Water Tiger



She was beautiful. The dirty blonde hair on the fair to perfection skin, her full red lips, her eyes! Her blue eyes could see into is soul. And they looked up as she sucked his cock. Her long fingers and red nails making marks in his stomach as she moaned taking him as deep as she could. He could do nothing but smile as he watched her "work". He ran his fingers through her hair and took it all in, the feeling was incredible, and she was an expert.

"That's it baby; take it all, I want you to swallow it all."

She paused and nodded and then continued with renewed vigor, he was getting close and she knew it.

He was just about there when she said, "You can have your piece of junk back now".

Have "what"? He was foggy when he felt the more than the nudge on the shoulder. "Louis have you heard a fucking word I've said to you?"

He shook himself more for the effect than anything else. His world came back to him, so instead of Gretta his ultra-hot, just out of school, twenty-something engineer giving him a blow job she was there all business telling him his worthless machine was ready to run. "Sorry Gret, it's been a long day, and I was in my own little world, so it's fixed and no more problems, right?" She smiled and then recanted what she had told him earlier when he was in the land of "what to be". She was stunning, how in the world could his new electrical engineer be so good looking, as well as the best and fastest trouble shooter in the plant? To boot she could use the word "fuck" in a sentence and not miss a beat. Hours were long but no doubt Gretta was one of the perks.

He found his shift supervisor and told him not to dick anything up during the evening, but don't hesitate to call if something came up. He then called home to tell his wife he was coming home. She didn't buy it, he had already missed his son's baseball practice (he was one of the coaches no less) his daughter's soccer scrimmage and of course dinner. He promised he'd be home in an hour, all he got was "You're from Missouri, Show Me!" and she hung up.

Instead of going back to his office he made an about face and headed for the parking lot. It was getting cool out now and even though time hadn't changed it was still dark. Damn he thought one day I'm getting out of here before the sun sets. He climbed into his truck and set off for home. The one good thing was that he was only about ten miles from his house along a couple of country roads; it made getting to and from work a breeze even though at times he didn't allow himself to "unwind" from the days events. He looked at his watch it was right at 8:00 pm, hell he'd at least catch the last half of CSI!

About half way home he spotted a car along the road facing him with the flashers on, and to his surprise a rather tall woman flagging him down in the middle of the road. He slowed down and stopped. To his utter disbelief there was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen looking at him rather nervously. He quickly saw that her car had a flat tire, and by the looks of it, it was a rental. 

"Thank goodness you stopped, I'm really sorry to bother you, but I need some help".

With the best College education and military training all he could muster was "sure, no problem". He then pulled his truck around so his lights could illuminate her car and put on his flashers.

He was stumped, he knew several cars had passed him coming from her direction, this had to have just happened or those people that drove by were out of their minds.

He walked up and he introduced himself, she shook his hand firmly and told him her name was Beth and that she was trying to take a short cut to get to I-35 since she had to be in Austin for a meeting in the morning. Seemed reasonable he thought, he smiled and made the mental note to STOP watching anymore of those damn CSI's shows, he had to be more trusting.

He did applaud himself for making the Buick as a rental, she wasn't a typical Buick driver, most of them had blue hair a handicapped sticker and couldn't see over the dash. He pegged her as Saab or Lexus type. As he managed to get the spare out (thank God GM still offered full sized spares!) he noticed that she stood way too close and smelled way to good. When he stopped a couple of times she asked if everything was "okay" and could she "do anything for him". He politely told her "no" and forced himself not to look at her, he could "feel" her next to him, plus after his little mental adventure with Gretta he admitted to himself that he was at the point in his life where helping someone out outweighed the chances of getting any "poon". Damn he was getting old!! So they chatted about work, family (she said she was single) the kindness of strangers and cars, her "real" car was a G35, oh well he was still happy he got the rental right.

It only took about twenty minutes to get everything changed and after getting the car off the jack he looked at her full length, she was as tall as him (without the heels), a mane of brunette hair and very green eyes. He decided that it was best to continue with the selfless service so he told her that if she could just make it about 5 miles without blowing out another tire she'd hit I-35 south. They both had a laugh and he could only think that some lucky guy knew what those lips tasted like and what lurked underneath the just so right red business dress.

As she got into the car she reached out and took his hand once more. This time he was not prepared for the literal shock. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. His vision went white and he thought his ears would pop he heard her voice, "You are a good person and have a good soul Louis, more people in the world should be like you. For your act this evening and everything you have done in your life you will receive a gift, now go home to your family".

In a second he was standing ten feet in front of his truck and nothing was there. He looked up and down the road and no rental Buick. He quickly checked his hands and no dirt or grime from changing the tire. Lights came up on him and a truck stopped. The driver asked if he was "okay". Louis said yes and asked if he had passed a car on his way down the road, the driver told him "no" and then went on to ask if he'd been drinking. He assured him that he hadn't and then Louis thought what in the wide world of sports was he going to tell his wife for being late? With that he looked at his watch it showed 8:10.

He got in the truck and his clock on his radio confirmed that his watch was right. What the hell? In all of those stories people tell about abductions they loose time. He didn't loose anything, in fact it was like it didn't even happen at all. The short trip home was a blur; he tried to put the pieces together so it would make sense. Nothing did. As he pulled down the drive he knew that his next check up he had to mention Gulf War Syndrome to the doctor.

As he entered the house through the garage he was met by his nine year old daughter coming out of the bathroom still in her soccer uniform.

"Mom, there is a strange man in the house!"

Her mother in the living room grading her third grade classes math papers didn't even look up "that's your father Hunter the one all those pictures around the house".

She laughed as he fake laughed and hugged her, she told him that they "kicked butt" in the scrimmage and she got two goals and was robbed of a hat trick. He looked at her and knew in a few short years she was going to be trouble. She was going to be lean and mean, and with a brother only 17 months older she was just as tough as any boy. Leather and lace, fire and ice you name it Hunter was it.

Ethan called out from the game room, his almost 11 year old son was the all American boy, handsome, smart and gifted in the class room and on any field of play. He was playing PS2 baseball. "Dad, Coach Tony says you owe him 3 laps and 50 push up for tonight".

Louis stopped in the hall, "All that for missing a lousy fall ball practice?"

"No because he had to throw batting practice, Derrick's dad wasn't there either"

Louis mulled that at 42 he was out there at least twice a week throwing BP to 11 kids at 35 pitches each, let's see Zito or Santana do that at 42 on that kind of rest!

He entered the living room and his wife Misty looked up at him. She tried not to smile when she glanced at her watch, but she did. She was still a very good looking woman at 45. In their thirteen years of marriage they had rarely had a fight and while the activity in the bedroom had slowed down since the kids, they were still the best of friends, soul mates everyone told them.

She stretched and told him dinner was in the microwave; she then reached around and in a single motion removed her bra and pulled out from under her shirt. He was always amazed that she could do that, it was like magic. She sighed and gave the still very firm 36C's a gentle scratch.

"Yeah baby, let those dogs out to hunt!"

She threw the bra at him and said that he would never grow up. He leaned down and kissed her and put both hands on her breasts and told her he was trained in "ATBM" she gave him a sideways look, at which he explained that it was "Advanced Tactical Breast Massage" a secret government course that he completed years ago.

She told him the only thing that needs to get completed was the math papers she was doing. He went into the kitchen and got his plate out of the microwave and sat down at the table. Misty called out and told him that he could eat in there with her and watch CSI if he wanted. He came into the room and put on the jazz music channel. She looked over at him.

"Not solving the mystery on CSI tonight Sherlock Holmes Jr?"

"No, not tonight, I've had enough mysteries for one day"

"The plant acting up again?"

"Yeah, I've really had it up to here with the ghost in the machine crap"

"Mechanical or Electrical?"

Between bites of a very good roast he said, "Electrical".

"So did Gretta save your ass once again?"

He managed a laugh and told her yes. Misty had taken Gretta under her wing, she was one of the few women at the plant, and being new to the area she didn't have that many friends. It was difficult to find a date for her, not too many single male elementary teachers out there. Plus she put more hours in than Louis did.

"Maybe we can have her out for Thanksgiving if she isn't going home? I can always use a hand with making the stuffing.

Louis closed his eyes and told himself he was such a pig. His word association with Gretta and Stuffing did not conger up visions of Thanksgiving dinner!

The rest of the evening was uneventful, Louis thought about telling Misty what happened coming home, but decided against it. It didn't make sense; he knew he had been working a lot of hours, but what took place defied explanation. A "gift for being a good person"? What kind of crap was that? Hell, he would be overcome with emotion by winning the "Texas Two Step" on the weekly lotto, now that he thought would be a gift. He wasn't greedy, just thankful for what he had.

He tucked the kids in and went to his bedroom. Misty was already in bed, as he went into the bathroom she called out. "If I'm asleep when you get here remember I love you".

He told her he'd be right there, Misty said "good" he could give her a little head massage before she fell drifted off. Louis got into bed and she was out like a light. In the darkness he gave her head a gentle massage, he could see her smile as she snuggled down in the sheets, life wasn't too bad he thought, strange but not too bad at all.

The digital clock read 2:27 when he woke up. At first he thought he heard water splashing, but he could feel Misty stir next to him, then he heard it again, he rolled over and could see the unmistakable trace of candle light coming from his bathroom. 

Now the combat training took over. He rolled out the bed onto the floor and in one motion retrieved the Glock from its hidden position under the frame of the bed. In a half crouch- crawl with the weapon at the ready he made his way to the bathroom door. The glow of more than one candle was apparent along with the sound of someone or something in the bathtub.

He made a quick check (not believing what he saw), then on his knee with the Glock ready to go he spun in the door way and confirmed what his mind told him could not be there.

The bathroom was aglow with every candle they that Misty had. There must have been a half dozen surrounding the two-person garden tub and sink and basin areas. The kicker was that in the tub filled with bubbles was an Asian girl, who from just her head was absolutely beautiful.

Without blinking seeing a gun pointed at her she reached out and patted the bubbles.

"Bubbles are fun, but to really relax you have to use salts. Misty should try these salts that are made in my home town, they are so good, they just melt all the tension and stress right out of you".

Louis couldn't process everything in the past six hours, so he just stood up, lowering the weapon and walked into the bathroom. 

"Hi Louis, would you like to join me there's plenty of room".

"Let me guess, you're one of Beth's friends?"

"Boy you don't miss anything do you?" She said with a laugh. "She says "Hi" she had to be in Austin later today".

"Yeah I know, this might sound tacky but this is going to be hard to explain if Misty wakes up and comes in here and sees this"

"No she won't, trust me on this one she's out, so it's just me and you"

"And you are................."

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm Nikko" She smiled and extended a bubble covered hand and arm.

"I'm not going to get the same thing that I got from your pal Beth? With the water who knows what will happen"

She laughed and said "no" as he shook her hand; again the surreal-ness of moment caught him off guard.

She then stood up and asked him if he would be kind enough to get her a towel. As the bubbles slid off her he saw her in all her glory. Like a work of art. He picked up a towel off the counter (it wasn't there when he went to bed) and handed it to her as she opened the drain. She made no attempt to hide herself from him. All Louis could do was take a couple of steps back and lean against the counter between the sinks. He opened his shaving drawer and placed the Glock in it, so it would be out of sight and it would allow him to place both his hands in front of the growing bulge in his Old Navy briefs.

As she dried off he had her in the mid to late 20's about 5' 3" and 110 pounds at best. Her body was like a rock. Her breasts were large for what he thought Asian women would have. Her nipples were very small but pointed unlike anything he'd ever seen.  She had an incredible gap between her legs and she was completely shaved so you could clearly see the outline of her sex.

She stepped out of the tub and finished toweling off, she folded it up, and placed it on the edge of the tub and promptly set down on it without crossing her legs. It seemed like the process had taken forever and not a word had been said.

"So Louis, you like what you see?'

"Yes, I do Nikko, but to be honest, in all my evil ways I've never really had a fantasy or fixation for Asian women, but I must say I find you stunning"

"I can see that (she smiled as she made an exaggerated gesture toward his shorts) that's one of the reasons I was selected to come here and explain to you the events that have taken place".

As Louis was about to ask a question, she held up her hand as if to say "stop"

"Before you ask anything, let me give you the disclaimer, I'm pretty good at this and it usually satisfies 90% of the initial questions. First of all, yes, I am a real person, I feel, taste, eat, sleep and breathe just like you. The caveat is that like cars I have few extra "options" (she did the little quote sign and Louis was dumbfounded looking at her naked with her legs open talking to him in such a mater of fact way).

"It allows me and people like me to move about in a way that seems to most like blinking. Second, I am not an angel from heaven or a demon from hell. Most folks seem to have a hard time with this one, people have pretty rigid beliefs and a lot of times it's just too hard for them to handle so we'll go and they'll have no recollection that we we're even there".

"Yes, there are quite a few of us, men and women, of every nationality, age, creed and walk of life. Like for you this evening it makes communicating easier and less stressful. I do have a boss, who also has a boss. Assignments are given based on the individual we will be visiting and the nature of the gift that will be bestowed on them."

"We don't spy, peek in, video tape, voice record or camera-phone picture any events before, during or after even if you are seen with Paris Hilton. She stopped and looked at Louis. "That was my attempt at humor Louis."

All he could do was smile and nod as she went on. "A record is kept, and trust me it's in a place safer than Ft. Knox."

"The gift you receive is yours for life. It can not be taken back, but can be returned if for some reason you don't want it. And No, you can't trade it in for something else, and if you do return it you won't have any memory of it. The nature of the gifts are tailored to the individual, everyone is different. Yes, you can tell selected people about the gift, but with most people the nature of it will keep it pretty much a secret"

She stopped and seemed to be thinking if she missed anything. She nodded with a satisfied smile.

"So that's about it, now what are your questions?'

"It's not a condo in Crested Butte is it?"

"That's one of the reasons you were selected Louis, you have a sense of humor that most people couldn't fathom"

"Okay, I guess I have to ask the question; "why me?" I mean I think I'm a pretty good person, I take care of my family, I love my wife my kids. I want nothing more than the best for them. But on the other hand, I'm still a man, and if I had the chance I'd jump to make love to you and that's with my wife not twenty feet away! That can't be the type of behavior that needs to be rewarded"

"Louis you are too critical of yourself. We (she made a motion with her hands in a wide arc) know that you are devoted to your family; you work hard to provide them the things they want and need. You love your wife and wouldn't ever want to leave her much less hurt her. But over the years what have asked for? Nothing is the answer. You could go without anything as long as your loved ones have what they want. So that is why I'm here, to give YOU a gift, and if you play your cards right you might get to fuck me".

As he leaned against the counter stunned Nikko went on.

"Here it is. After this evening your semen will have a very special property. I know it sounds funny, but that is the nature of YOUR gift, it makes it unique. What if I told you that it would help with aging? Not a fountain of youth, but if Misty looked and acted like she did at 35 instead of 45? That she'd have more sexual energy, be more adventurous? That simple aches and pains would disappear as well as minor health issues? Would that be something you could live with?

Louis looked at her shocked. "That would be a dream come true!"

"Good, on top of that what if you were in the shape you were at 31? That would be pretty good right?"

Louis thought back and wished for the days of having two good knees instead of one and being about 15 pounds lighter.

"Yes that would be a gift; this is like extreme make over without the commercials"

Nikko laughed. "Yes it is, and this gift will not only work on your wife but anyone that comes in contact with your semen. So if you have any "friends" out there that could use some help". She gave him an exaggerated wink.

He didn't really know (more believe) what that meant, but she stood up and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. She was warm and his initial instinct was to place his hands on the counter.


The Gift of Goodness Ch. 02



In the next few weeks after Louis had received his gift from Nikko, the world had taken on a color that was just a shade better than before. First of all his knee didn't hurt. Above and beyond having a larger dick, having a knee that "worked" was way cool. The dick, well that was a close second. Louis marveled at it, like a new toy every time he saw it, or touched. And not least of all was Misty. She was like a new penny. 

The biggest change in the period of time was the "overall" feeling and improvement in their bodies. Not like an instant change, but gradual over a period of days it was subtle yet drastic – all their friends telling them how great they looked, or if they were on a diet or lost weight. For instance, vision; he didn't need to squint to read small print. Misty had to stop wearing her contacts – she couldn't see WITH them! His body; he felt better (the knee would have been enough) but when his work jeans started to get "loose" and he had to go up not one but two notches tighter on his belts that he knew he had changed. The abs were hard and without much work he could see the long lost plates returning. Misty on the other hand was transformed in his eyes. Her body was "tighter" – her butt, her legs, the pooch had all but disappeared, and for him the "boob man" her breasts were fuller and bigger than before.

This new lease had made them happier and unleashed a new level of energy. Ethan had commented one evening that they were on "drugs" or something. Misty said that teaching school was more fun. Louis hated to admit that he even felt better at work. It didn't hurt that a couple of days after the "event" his smoking hot Engineer, Gretta had given him a once over and asked if he had "done something different?" When he told her "No, just clean living" she gave him a look like a lioness sizing up lunch. Problems that would have really taken him off his game before were not even a blip on the radar. And the best thing is that his attitude seemed to rub off on everyone else. The plant was making strides he could feel it.

Then there was the sex. How about every day? How about twice a day? How about every position known to man and beast? It was better than he could have imagined. There were times it would be wild – sweat dripping down, dirty talk that would make porn stars blush. Other times it would be soft and gentle - or as Louis called it "Soft Porn" without so much as a word between them. They had always loved each other (and been in love) this was just icing on the cake. Yes, Louis would take time out of each day to give thanks, smile and think – life is good!

About a month later Misty was giving Louis a blowjob one morning before work in the bathroom. He loved to watch her work on his massive tool. It still amazed him how big his cock was, and that it was HIS!! As she worked him closer to cumming he could feel the heat build in him. He was getting used to the feeling; the sensation and release. This morning though Misty had something else in mind. As she stroked him in her mouth the last few seconds she pulled his cock out and with perfect timing he came just as she put an empty lotion container over the head of his cock. Louis could only look down with some disappointment as he shot his cum into the opaque bottle.

After he had finished he looked at his wife with only a couple hundred questions running in his mind.

"What in the wide, wide world of sports are you doing, Misty?"

They had gotten used to the lack of cum when he came inside her, like the first time, if he shot inside her there would be little to nothing that would leak out. Her body just took it in. If he came on her it was like a lotion, still "cum like" but it would be like a dissolving cream.

"Well if you must know I am going to conduct an experiment, and for the next couple of days I need you to deposit a load into this".

Louis looked at her as she was putting the cap on the bottle and shucking her robe to get dressed. If he had any problems with her, seeing her naked made them go away and also got the attention of his little friend. He looked down at his cock and thought – don't you ever get enough?

"That's swell dear, would you mind filling me in on this "experiment" or is it too high level for my security clearance?'

She came out of her closet with a matching black bra and boy short on (he thought to himself that is new?). "Yes dear it is way above your clearance, but just to let you know, don't worry, the secret is safe with me"

"Okay, so are you ever going to tell me what you are doing with my cum in a bottle?'

"I might but then I might have to kill you". She pinched his nipple and winked as she finished buttoning her blouse and went into the bedroom.

Louis didn't try to read his wife's mind, he just let her "milk the python" every morning for the next several days – he wasn't complaining since they had sex every evening. In fact he never thought he could want to have that much sex, but as long as it was that good, he wasn't going to complain.

A week after the milking experiment had ended Louis was informed that his wife's sister her "boyfriend" and his son were going to come down for a Friday night steak cook out. Louis didn't mind, Misty's older sister (by 5 years) lived on the North side of Dallas, and was the high speed, high dollar and high maintenance sales professional. She was "dating" a guy the same age as Louis; he was a Lawyer, with no sense of humor and still tied to his overbearing ex-wife via their son who was the same age but the exact opposite of Ethan.

Faye, and Misty were sister's but in some ways they were polar opposites. She was a woman in a man's world. Not bashful at all, she could hang with the boys from business to baseball. A bit taller than her younger sister she had darker hair, and a laugh that no matter what mood you were in could get you to smile. She decided early on in her business career that she wasn't going to let being a woman bring her down. So she upgraded her original equipment for a set of 36D's. Her "store bought cans" leveled the playing field so to speak, and she was not afraid to use them. Louis had never "seen" them but could only imagine over the years what they looked like if they were let loose. Twice divorced she valued her career more than a family, and that was fine, that was Faye.

Like Misty she was a fitness freak and grew older kicking and screaming – she was not going to go gently into that good night.

Louis was out back cooking under the patio lights when the crew arrived. He could see through the blinds Faye, Kevin (still in his suit) and his son Ryan. After a few minutes Kevin came out back with a beer. They talked about general things, Kevin bitching about some case or low life getting off without doing any time. Louis thought that so much had changed since he had last seen them. Kevin was too wrapped up to notice the simple things in life. Ethan, Hunter and Ryan came out back and turned on the big back yard lights to toss the football around, seemed that Ryan dropped the ball every time even when Hunter threw it to him.

With the steaks done Louis called for everyone to come inside and get ready to eat. Carrying the platter into the kitchen Faye and Misty were talking in hushed voices as he walked in. As Louis turned to put the platter on the island he looked up and saw Faye and almost dropped it.

She was beautiful. Not like she wasn't before, but she was "different" and then like a shovel to the back of the head Louis knew what the "experiment" was.

Faye must have sensed his shock by smiling and saying "Well if it isn't my favorite bother!"

Louis took her in, and commented, "I think that would be your ONLY brother?"

Holding a glass of wine she came from the other side of the island and hugged him. A little bit longer than he was used to. He looked over at Misty, who had a "please don't be mad at me" grin.

"Oh don't be such a stickler for details you need to live a little!" As she kissed Louis on the cheek.

Louis couldn't hold back the smile. As everyone was getting plates and putting food on them he made eye contact with Misty and did the international hand sign for "we need to talk". She smiled and mouthed "I love you".

Conversation at the table was nothing out of the ordinary until Misty asked Louis if he thought Faye looked "good".

Both of them were sitting next to each other across from him at the table. Louis gave Kevin a quick glance (he didn't even look up) before he replied that yes she did look very good.

Kevin commented that she must be, with as much time she's been spending at the gym and not to mention how much the cream she's been using must cost.

Louis could feel his faced getting flushed at hearing the word "cream".

Trying not to look like he was about to pass out he looked at Faye (who was directly across from him), "So you are using some special cream? What does it do for you?"

Faye's eyes sparkled as she said; "Well this is a highly specialized cream that firms up the skin, and just about anything that ails you"

Kevin listening to the banter then chimed in; "If you can believe that any cream will do all that. And even more far fetched is the next phase of this anti-aging wonder."

Louis looked at the three of them like there is something he didn't know. "I'm not in the loop here Kevin what is the next phase?'

Without missing a bite of his rib-eye he said "Injection".

Louis did his best not to spit out his baked potato onto the table.

"Yeah, that's about what I did when she told me about it. I'm telling you Faye, this is risky stuff. You don't know what someone is going to shoot into you, sounds like a law suit waiting to happen".

Louis nodded at Kevin as he turned his gaze across the table. There they were both of them trying to look innocent, but the look in their eyes told him otherwise. He was in trouble, because now there were two!!

Louis asked if anyone was ready for dessert and then asked Misty if she would help him in the kitchen. He didn't know what he'd say other than; "What are you thinking!"

"She's my sister, I love her. Plus I'm starting see the world and life differently".

As Louis got the ice cream out of the freezer; "What does that mean honey?"

"Well I'm not as up tight, I feel more sexy, secure and adventurous........"

She trailed off like she was about to say something but didn't. Louis getting small bowls out the cabinet looked over at her.

"And?"

"I think it would be hot if you fucked her. I mean I get it every day, she doesn't so is sharing so bad?"

"Baby, she is your sister, have you lost your mind?!!"

"I know but, in a way it turns me on more than you'll ever know. Plus you can tell me how much better I am afterwards".

She smiled as she kissed him and darted her tongue in his mouth, took the bowls and went back into the dining room.

Louis stood there unable to move, the same woman that was jealous if some little hottie gave him a second look in the mall was now giving him complete authorization to pork her sister?!

After dessert Kevin looked at Faye and said. "Well I'll round Ryan up and get him up to his mothers; I guess I'll see you tomorrow night?"

Louis for about the tenth time in the past hour tried not to look shocked as Misty announced to the kids that Aunt Faye was "sleeping over" so they could go shopping in the morning. To make it even better she brought a scary movie to watch.

Kevin and Ryan left, and like a fire drill Hunter, Misty and Faye rushed to get their fannel jammies on and then all three rushed to get under a big quilt on the couch, demanding pop corn and diet cokes. Louis stopped cleaning the kitchen to fulfill their request. He couldn't imagine eating ice cream and then dumping pop corn on top.

They asked him after he was finished if he was going to join them? He told them that he pretty much knew the plot of "Don't go out to the lake after Prom Night IV", and that he'd like to read a little in the bedroom. 

All three made "frown faces" and told him he was going to miss the best one yet! Ethan passed as well, telling everyone he was going to watch something educational in his room. Hunter commented that ESPN does not count.

Louis settled in the rarely used oversized chair in their bedroom with an old Edgar Rice Borroughs' novel (The Gods of Mars) and had gotten through about a chapter before he closed his eyes and tried not to think of Faye's "cans".

The next thing Louis knew he was being nudged by Misty as she walked by him to the bathroom.

"Doctor I think your patient is ready for you in the study". She was pealing off her jammies, and he could hear the tub water running in the bathroom. A quick check of his chronometer showed that he had lost about 2 hours in the chair.

As he stretched she called out to him, "She just got out of the shower and was drying her hair when I came in".

Louis pushed out of the chair and stood for a second before he entered the bathroom. He had a "mini-flashback" since Misty had lit several candles but still had the light on. He thought of Nikko and his "little friend" started to stir. He might try to pretend he didn't want to jump Faye, but he was kidding himself.

Misty was sitting in the tub with her eyes closed as he went into the closet and changed into running shorts and a t-shirt. He came out and went to the sink to brush his teeth. He couldn't ravage his sister with bad breath could he? As he was brushing his teeth Misty turned off the water in the tub.

"Did I ever tell you thank you?"

Louis didn't know what was coming next, so he replied, "Thanks for what dear?"

"The bath salts you got me!"

Louis almost stuck the tooth brush down his throat when hearing that. Without turning to face her. "Oh yeah, saw something in Men's Health about how to get your woman to love you, or something like that".

"They are so relaxing, and from Japan no less, you are a good husband, I think I'll keep you".

Louis turned and looked at her in the tub, her breasts just peaking out of the water; her nipples were getting hard from the air. She was hot, and to think he was going to leave her there to go be with her sister.

She looked at him with a disapproving look. "Is that what you're wearing?"

Louis looked down at himself; he didn't really see anything wrong. "And what would you want me to wear? Silk PJ's with a smoking jacket and pipe?"

Misty wrinkled her nose, "Well it's just not very romantic that's all".

Louis shifted his weight back on the counter and struck a mocked thinking pose. "Well I have you, you could be Holly, Faye she could be Kendra, all I need is a Bridget and I'd be all set for the silk PJ's". Even when he was thinking about his own Girls Next Door the thought of Gretta as Bridget came to mind.

"I guess you'll be fine for now stud muffin, quit stalling, off you go, do your duty!"

Louis stood and saluted and walked to the door. He was just about out when he turned to his wife and for the first time in a serious manner addressed her.

"You sure about this? What is the expectation? Bada-bing, Bada-boom, I see I cum I leave?"

She leaned over and rested her arms on the tub. "Enjoy yourself, have fun, okay?"

Louis nodded as she told him to turn out the light; he did and in the dim of the candles made his way to the study and his sister.

Before he gently tapped on the door Louis took a deep breath, just be calm he told himself, it would be over in a second. Faye called for him to come in.

The "study" was more a computer and TV room with a big couch, and some book cases. A small end table lap was on, along with the jazz station on the direct TV (Faye knew him well). She was sitting in a white robe at the computer with her back to him when he came in.

"Just checking my email, you know how folks like to drop little bombs on you on a Friday after 4 pm".

Louis quietly sat down on the middle section of the couch, thinking of something witty to say, but nothing came so he just said "take your time".

He could see her navigate and close windows over her shoulder. She finally finished and turned in the chair to face him.

With her hair just dried and without make up Faye was still a very good looking woman. Louis smiled at her in an attempt to settle himself down.

Faye smiled back and Louis could tell for all her ability to wheel and deal in business she was at a loss for what to say.

"You look great Faye".

"Thanks Louis, I'm lost for words. Please don't be mad at Misty, she loves you so much, and I would hate it if this caused you any problems in your marriage".

"No, we're good, in fact she's taking a bath right now with full knowledge that I was going to come over here and............"

"Fuck me?"

"Yeah, maybe not the word I was searching for, but I guess given the circumstances it will work".

With the ice broken Faye pushed herself out of the chair and then took a couple of steps so that she was standing arms length away from Louis in front of him on the couch. Without a word she undid the belt and in one motion shrugged the robe off. In all her glory she was standing naked in front of her brother.

Louis took all of her in. He thought at 50 she could hold her own against women half her age. Faye had taken care of herself, and not having children didn't hurt. For the first time he finally got to see her breasts, and he was not disappointed. They were huge, and even though they weren't "real" you couldn't tell. Her nipples were large and dark (bigger than Misty's). She was longer in the waist than Misty too, and the countless number of crunches she did paid off, her belly was flat that trailed down to a small "racing strip" to her sex.

The way she was standing he could see between her legs, and unlike his wife whose lips were large and hung down, Faye's were smaller and her pussy was more forward than his wife's and void of any hair.

After a few seconds of looking her up and down, Louis looked back at Faye, almost embarrassed that he had taken the time to size her up like some John looking at a hooker.

"So, do you like what you see?" She smiled down at him with her hands on her hips as she turned around to show off her very round and perfect ass. Louis thought that in all the years he had been focusing on her breasts that he didn't really appreciate the fact that she had a great ass!

"Yes, as a matter of fact you are stunning Faye"

"I'm glad, since I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I've thought about you from time to time, and seeing you now....... Well let's just say I'm glad Misty offered you up, because I might have made a play for you without her permission".

Louis could tell she was trying to make him feel comfortable, he realized he had just sat there with his hands on his lap since he had come in. Louis decided that he would do his part by taking off his t-shirt. He still didn't really grasp that he was now rock hard in his chest, shoulders and abs like he was 10 years ago. Misty had commented that he could be one of those guys who pitched those home gyms on TV.

"Oh my!" Was all Faye could say as she reached up and cupped her breasts, pushing them together and caressing them in a manner that could only mean that she needed to be taken care of.

Louis regarded her and could feel his heart begin to beat a little faster. For its part his cock had remained in its "regular" state for the most part. In fact it would stay that way till Louis got ready for action and then like a magical beast it would grow. He could tell Faye was looking at him (no doubt Misty had told her about his size) but he didn't want to just "whip it out" yet.

Louis looked at her again massaging her breasts, now with a little bit of hip action.

"No kissing okay?"

"If it makes you uncomfortable, then okay, no kissing" Faye's voice sounded a tad disappointed.