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Moving In

By: shayexhibits



I wrote this for a friend, Natalie.

I married my husband about a year ago and we finally found a house we love. It's a large place on the edge of a small town and the yard...I just love how big it is as well. The first few things I noticed about the town is how many young good looking guys there were here. My husband travels a great deal and makes a ton of money so that gives me the personal freedom I so enjoy. Not having to work is sometimes boring, so I have made it my goal in life to find and buy the most provocative clothes I can find. I love to flash, whether it's accidental or not, I just have a blast seeing the expressions on peoples faces. 

When we were moving in I sure was dreading all the unloading and unpacking. The only thing that made it bare able was that I didn't have to do it alone. So I thought...I think he actually planned it, about 30 minutes after the truck was parked his phone rang and he had to run to an emergency meeting in another state. So between trying to find clothes and getting cleaned up, he didn't even have time to kiss me on the cheek, he just ran out the door and sped off to the airport to catch a charter. I was pretty well steamed and said fuck it, and pulled a chair out of the truck, grabbed a cold one and parked my ass until I calmed down. To top it all off, it was scorching hot, and it was only 10 in the morning. There is a pool, but the pool guy hadn't finished setting up the chemicals yet, so I couldn't cool off that way. The beer was helping a bit and so I downed the last of it and grabbed another. I'm not a heavy drinker and never had been. I get wild just after a few drinks and a little encouragement. 

It was just about then when 3 young guys came barreling out of the trees in the back of the yard, just chasing each other with paint ball guns. It startled me a bit and when I jumped up, they all stopped in their tracks and just stared at me. I don't know how old they were, but boy were they the picture of good looking. All 3 of them just looked me up and down with no real trying to hide it at all. I wasn't wearing to much to make me look overly sexy or anything, I mean, hell, I was just wear some loose fitting shorts and a loose top, so that I wouldn't get too hot from all the lifting. The shirt wasn't even tight enough to show my hardening nipples. 

"What can I do for you guys?" I asked finally, while approaching them slowly. The taller guy, which happened to be the closest of the 3, spoke up and said, "sorry lady, we didn't know anyone had moved in here yet. We use this yard while practicing our strategies in the paint ball wars we have around here." He held up his paint gun as if to prove his statement. "oh, I see." I replied coming to a stop about 5 feet from him. The other 2 were coming up on either side of him clearly looking at my chest trying to tell if I were wearing a bra I'm sure. The thought of them so close to me and by the way the bulges in their jeans were growing, not to mention the beer, I was getting pretty hot. "Well we were suppose to be moving in today, as you can see." I said gesturing over my shoulder at the truck. "but my husband got called away on business, so I'm doing it on my own and building up to it." I held up my beer and gave them a little smile while cocking my hip out a little. Not so much that it was obvious that I was flirting, just maybe shifting from one leg to the other. All their eyes followed my hip and I felt a warm tingle run up my spine.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, but I must get started on this truck, or I'm never going to get it done today." With that I turned slowly and started back to the truck, not too fast, making sure I gave a little extra sway to my walk as I went. I could feel them staring at my ass and ..."Hey, if you would like some help, we don't have anything going on really and we could help you unload it at least." I stopped and paused a moment before turning around, I had to let the smile fade first. With that, I turned just enough to have to hike my legs up some and "that would great, but really you don't have to, I mean, I don't even know you guys. I'm sure you have better things to do." "Not at all" they all chimed together as they started toward me. I didn't argue any more, I just turned and sauntered back to the truck, with them following me just far enough to watch my ass wiggle.

I sat my beer down by the chair I was sitting in and went to the side of the truck opposite of them. I knew my shorts were loose enough that if they were looking that they would get a good look of my goods. I lifted one leg up and acted as if I was having trouble getting up, "can someone help me up, I'll hand some boxes down and you guys can carry them in and just put them away in the living room." With that, the taller one jumped into the truck and came over and offered me his hand while one of the others came over and put his hand on the small of my back to steady me. He made sure to be in front of me while his friend pulled me up. The one in the truck was clearly looking down my shirt and when he pulled me up the other kept his hand in place as it slid over my ass. I pretended like it was nothing but it was pure heaven to feel his hands on me. I'm sure he was looking at the gap in my shorts, or at least trying to. I don't really know if he saw anything or not.

I made sure to bend over and linger at the edge of the truck quite often, fanning my shirt and my short some just for good measure. The conversation between us never really shifted off me. They wanted to know everything about me, from how much I weighed to my age and then they were talking about their girlfriend's not wanting to go "all the way" and what I thought of that. With the topics growing more detailed on what I liked and why. Despite the loose fitting clothes, I was still sweating like crazy. Each of them had taken their shirts off and as each one did, they looked at me, as if they wanted me to do the same, I did want to, but a girl has to maintain some control, right. The shirt stuck to my chest and the sweat was just heavy enough to make the thin fabric transparent. I again pretend not to notice and let them look. I know they all knew by now that I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts or shirt. I did however fail to notice for some time that my shorts had risen up and the sides of my pussy hair was showing. I normally shave it but with all the moving I hadn't the time to do it lately. It probably would have never dawned on me, if I hadn't got my shorts caught on a screw sticking out of the side of the truck, tearing a hole in the fabric right on my left ass cheek.

I was lucky it didn't grab skin, but in it doing so, I felt the fabric squeeze between my lips and I knew they must have all been seeing more than I had thought. The fabric tearing wasn't loud, but they all jerked their heads around as if they had super fine hearing or something. "Ahhh, damn. I tore a hole in my favorite shorts." I exclaimed as I turned trying to pull the fabric around so I could see it. I know they were watching me and I could feel the air hitting my moisture down there. "I can't tell, did I get some skin?" I asked turning a little. The guy helping me in the truck, came over, a little too quickly and reached out to touch me, but pulled his hand back, just looking, "nope, just the fabric, but that's a damn big rip. Half your ass is hanging out." he said chuckling nervously, not sure if he should have said it. The others joined in with the same nervous little laugh, and everyone was looking at me to see what my reaction was going to be. I giggled with them and they all let out a sigh of relief, smiling inside, I took a look at my watch and noted it was time for quitting for the day. It was going to be dark soon and I had to find some clothes and stuff to make the bed up and all that before too long.

"Well guys, I think I'm calling it quits for the day." I said walking to the front of the truck. "can someone help me down?" I didn't have to ask twice and the shortest one of the bunch held his arms up and as I stepped off the truck I leaned a little too far and caught him off guard. He missed my hand and arm on one side and with over compensating he grabbed a hand full of tit and kept me from falling. The little shit let it linger while I was steadying my footing and as he let go, I swear be tried to pinch my nipple. Not that that was a bad thing, but it did seem a little more bold than I felt comfortable with at the time. Again, a girl has to maintain some kind of control. With that I thanked them and headed inside. I turned and closed the door behind me and watched all them gather their things with looks of disappointment on their faces. They slowly walked to the point where they came through the trees earlier. I had absently started rubbing the nipple he had tried to pinch while I watch them go. Feeling safe, I dropped my shorts to the floor and peeled off my shirt, still watching them. They were still close enough and there was enough daylight out still that if they had turned around, they could have easily seen my through the glass panel door. I so wanted them to look. 

As I climbed out of the tub later that evening, I walked through the house in just a towel. It really never dawned on me about the curtains in the back were still not up. As I reached the kitchen, I opened the fridge door to get me another beer and heard a noise outside. I stopped, startled, my heart began to race a hundred miles an hour. It sounded like voices. But who the hell...the guys from earlier. Had they came back to spy on me? Surely I didn't miss judge their ages that much, I mean that was the actions of teens...I shut the door and turned out the light, trying to not let who ever was out there know I heard them. Creeping back to the glass door, I peered out in the yard. The moon was high and almost full so I could see really pretty good. I saw a "group" of guys running to the other end of the house, hell, there must have been about ten of them. I stepped back, holding my towel close, wondering what the hell I thought I was doing...For a moment I felt dirty, then reality hit me and I didn't show them anything they hadn't jerked off too every night since puberty hit them. And it was all in fun any way, what harm did I do, none, I just gave them something else to jerk off to. But coming back here and spying on me...and bringing the whole town...I walked back through the house turning off the rest of the light, might as well hit the bed, they would lose interest, as soon as they saw all the lights off. 

I laid down on my bed on top of the covers, even with the air on, it was still hot. I listened to them argue about leaving, some saying they were going to stay and other clearly leaving as I heard their voices trailing off. I must have dozed off for a little while, but when I woke, all was quiet. Laying there staring at the ceiling I realized I left the door to the truck up. "Damn!" I hopped up and went to the back door. It was only about 20 feet to the back of the truck from the door and sure wasn't getting all the way dressed for that. I glimpsed around and didn't see anyone, just as I thought, they all went home. I slid the door open and walked slowly and quietly to the truck. The night air sure felt good on my skin, so I lingered a little before hiking myself into the back and closing the door. The sound of the door was so loud, that I thought for sure I was going to wake the next county.

I turned to go inside, still lingering a bit, the air felt so good...I ran my hands over my naked body lightly, causing my skin to perk up, giving me goose flesh and my nipples grew hard almost instantly. The feeling was heavenly. I continue to rub myself as I watch the moon, shine down on me. I must have some release. The thought of the guys devouring my every move earlier, still had me moist. I slid a finger down and felt my wetness and knew I had to fix this problem now. I just laid down in the cool grass and started rubbing my body more feverously now. Stroking my nipples and playing with my clit. I was totally lost when I heard a light sound from my left side. I continued to rub my clit as I lazily let my head roll to that side. I nearly died, when I saw a young guy over there jerking himself off with the speed of a race horse. I thought I would jumped up and run into the house, but my body didn't move. 

I continue to watch him and my fingers started moving faster. My back arched slightly on it's own and I buried my fingers into me faster. I needed someone to fuck me, and I sure needed it now, but my body wouldn't let my mind do anything but watch what was going on. It was then when I felt the first wave coming close. I arched my back further and my eyes closed tight in anticipation. Yes it was coming and I couldn't stop it! When it started I gasped for air and lost all sense of time. I had came that hard in so long that it seemed like it was going on for a really long time. What brought me back was a warm splash of something hitting me on the chest.

I opened my eyes and there were 4 young guys all jerking off on me! 2 of them were coming and the others were close to it. Again, my mind said to run into the house but all I did was rub their come all over me, doing this caused the other 2 to started coming, now all 4 of them were coming on every part of my body, some in the face and hair but mostly just my chest and stomach. There was so much of it and they seemed like an endless supply of come.

I felt like I was under some kind of spell, I would never have done any of this on any normal day. I sat up and took the closest one in my sucking the last of his come from him. I felt hands all over me, on my legs and breast and between my legs. Rubbing the come they had just shot onto me all over me. I felt strong hands pulling me up by the waist and I wasn't letting go of this young cock, so I just let him guide my ass into the air. I thought I would be ready for it, but when he entered me he slammed it all the way in hard causing me to lunge forward shoving the cock in my mouth down my throat. 

I nearly gagged and was trying to pull it out some when I felt his hands on the back of my head pushing it back down my throat. At first I panicked thinking I was going to be choked to death, but the relaxed and let him fuck my mouth. The guy be hind me was drilling me good and I could feel his head swollen to seemed like the size of an apple. I had someone rubbing come into my ass and then a finger dove in, my body was being attacked from every angle. I now had a tongue on each nipple, biting and sucking. Still more hands on me, and still felt come hitting me, I must have been wrong about how many were still there, I finally said forget it and just let them use my body how ever they wanted.

The guy I was sucking exploded cum into my mouth and it was all I could do to swallow it but I felt a lot of it seeping out the sides of my mouth. He pulled out and before I could move another one, not so big, was pushing his into my mouth. I did all I could do to maintain my balance but it was really the guy behind me holding me up. I felt him come and them pull out of me fast. A hand rubbed come all over my ass hole and then plunged into my ass! I never really been "ass fucked" just a little finger action up till now. It hurt like a son of a bitch at first but then it was all I could do to keep from attacking these guys. My body started writhing like a maniac and I took hold of the cock in my mouth with both hands and stroked it as I sucked and I mean I was suck and stroking hard and fast! I felt him coming and I wouldn't let him go, he started crying out and someone grabbed me by the hair, yanking it back to get me to release him, which I did and yet another stepped in. 

I don't think he thought I was ready, but when he slid it into my mouth and I sank my nails into his ass, he nearly came unglued trying to get away. I wasn't letting go and he loosened up and he started face fucking me furiously. I felt myself begin to come when The guy in my ass first squirted off. The heat of his come where I had never felt it before turned me into a writhing she bitch of a woman. I started slamming back into him as my first wave hit me, I had a hold of the guys ass that was in front of me and I know I had to be breaking skin, but he still pounded me. The sounds of my ass hitting him was just adding to all the animalistic fury inside me and a felt my ass tighten with every pulse of my heart and the orgasm I was having had my whole body in this tingling numbness that I had never felt before. 

I had to have more so when no one stepped in when he pulled out of my ass I leaned up and found a guy that was laying down and sucking my tits and I nearly leaped on to his cock. I grabbed another guy and pulled him close and sucked him while I was working my pussy harder and faster than I had ever done before. The guy was just moaning his little head off. I still had hands all over me and my nipples were sore, but ached for more attention. When someone wasn't touching them, I was pulling on my nipples as hard as I could. I never stopped coming, my orgasm lasted longer than it ever had in my life. I was literally covered in come, my own, what must have been 10 or more guys. I know I sucked off at least 6 guys and more fuck me good from every angle before I fell over into the grass, exhausted. 

There was no one for a moment and my body tingle in every spot. I heard them leaving talking about what a slut I was and how tight my ass and pussy were, not to mention the best suck they ever had. I thought I was done and was considering going into the house when I felt someone spreading my legs. I didn't bother to resist and probably couldn't if I tried. He slid his hands gently over my legs, caressing them, working out the tightness in my muscles. His hands were bigger, and soft, like he sued lotion. They felt sooo good and he reached my swollen pussy lips and parted them gently as I felt the head of his cock touch the sensitive skin. He wasn't in a hurry and didn't ram it into me like the other's, instead he teased me a little, causing me to jerk with the touch of him on my clit. When he did enter me, is was slow and easy. 

I felt him coming closer to my face, licking my skin as he did so. He nudged my chin up and kissed me under my chin and licking my skin around to my ear, nibbling on my lobe. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around him and with all my strength, wrapped my legs around his back, letting him enter me even further. The ease of it and the softness of his touch...I felt his lips on mine and recognized his cologne...he parted my lips with his tongue while he worked his cock into me expertly. Our tongues played together like they had so many times before and he made love to me letting my body conform to his...after a time he carried me into the house and laid me on the bed. When I woke the light was streaming through the window in a furious way! I rolled over to his side of the bed to find a video tape, a flower and a note, reading:

* * * * *

It was a lovely full moon last night and I just had to get it on tape, you should watch it. I'll be back first thing in the morning from Dallas, would you mind picking me up? I'll have a surprise for you if you do. With all my love, me.

Moving In



The room is quiet. It's a hot afternoon in your new house and you stop, relishing the breeze that blows in through an open window, pausing in your task of unpacking. Empty boxes surround you, stacked three high, a maze of cardboard that I navigate as I slip in behind you. 

You let out a soft, pleasant moan as my hands find your shoulders and I begin to knead, working out the kinks and tension. Your head tilts to the side as you enjoy the relaxing massage, your simple ponytail slipping out of the way, exposing the gentle curve of your neck. 

I can't resist. 

You feel my breath, warm against your skin, teasing you, my lips a moment behind. I softly kiss your neck, the exposed part of your shoulder, moving up toward your ear. You feel my hand brushing your hair out of the way as I kiss you, my lips leaving only long enough to whisper how much I want you... how long I've wanted you... how beautiful you are. You feel me press against you from behind, my cock hard against your ass and I moan, a little louder than I intended as you push back against me. I kiss your neck again, the passion growing, my hands cupping your breasts, one moving lower to slip inside your shorts. I moan again as I feel how wet you are and my fingertip assumes a gentle rhythm on your clit. You gasp as my finger slips lower, dipping into your wetness only to find your clit once more. My lips brush your ear as I whisper to you how much I want you. I begin to describe every fantasy I've ever had about us, telling you everything I've ever dreamt of us doing. Your hips begin to move against my hand as I tell you how much I want to lick you, how much I want to be inside you. You cry out as you cum, my finger keeping the pace until you begin to come down and then I slow the way I caress you, lessening the pressure until my fingertip is just a whisper, promising more. 

You turn and we embrace, kissing each other deeply, your hands feeling my hard cock through my pants. I feel my zipper come down and I gasp in pleasure as you pull me out of my boxer-briefs, as your fingers wrap around my hard shaft, pumping my cock through your closed fingers. You start to slip to your knees, but I stop you, pulling your lips back to mine, kissing you deeply as we fondle each other. 

I direct you to a chair, lowering you into it, my lips never leaving yours, never breaking our kiss. My hands remove your shorts, your panties and I step away, pulling off my shirt. I slip my hands through your knees, your legs warm against my naked back and you moan as I blow warm air across your clit. You moan at the sensation and I find you with my tongue, gently licking you with just the tip, slowly enticing your clit. My licks slowly grow firmer, licking you up and down, stopping only to suck your clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue as my lips expose you completely. My finger slowly slips inside you, keeping time with my tongue, gently moving to caress the inside top-part of your pussy, as if my finger was beckoning you to "come here." You moan, moving against me and I match your rhythm, letting you set the pace as the pleasure builds and builds until you cry out. I let you ride my tongue, licking you until you begin to shiver with pleasure, and then I slow it down, becoming more gentle as I ease you back across that line. 

Our eyes meet as I pull away, both of us filled with passion, both smiling. You reach for my cock as I move forward to kiss you and we both stop, moaning as I slip inside you with one long, slow thrust. You smile as my back arches in pleasure, as my eyes find yours again. 

"You feel amazing," I whisper. 

My thrusts are long and excruiatingly slow, savoring the way you feel, the way we move together. I thrust deep, slowly filling you, the tip of my cock gently nudging the bottom of your pussy, only to pull back again until only the head of my cock is inside you. You pull off your shirt and I kiss your neck, my back arching so I can reach your breast, sucking each nipple in turn into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Suddenly I thrust hard and deep, only to pull out slowly again and resume the pace. Every few strokes I surprise you, the slow, tender rhythm making way for a passionate thrust. Slowly, the pace begins to increase as we're overcome with our desire for each other. I raise to my knees, taking each of your legs in one of my arms, pulling you to the edge of the chair, raising your hips as we increase the pace. Each thrust is so deep. I'm harder than I ever remember being and you are so wet. I'm thrusting harder, faster... and I smile with a strangely innocent joy as you wrap your legs around me and pull me deep inside you as you cum once more. 

I slip out and you roll over, moving to your knees and leaning into the chair. I moan, loudly, as I slip inside you once more. It's all I can do to keep from coming. I want you so badly. So my thrusts are slow, deep and gentle, my hands tenderly caressing your back... your hips... your ass... Slowly we begin to pick up speed, my hands holding onto your hips, my balls brushing your clit as I thrust inside you. I'm losing control. I want you so badly. I slow again, the thrusts deep and slow as I lean forward, my tongue teasing the line of your spine, licking your back.  My hands slip under you and gently squeeze your fingers. 

"I have wanted you for so long," I whisper. "You can't imagine how many times I've fantasized about you, how many times I've stroked my hard cock, thinking of you. You're even more beautiful than I imagined. You feel so good. I've wanted you for so long." 

As I talk to you, I begin to pick up the pace, regaining control of my orgasm once more. My thrusts become more insistant, more powerful, until you call out, coming, loudly, your back arching as you thrust back against me. 

I ease you to the floor, turning you over, slipping inside you again before the last waves of pleasure have completely faded. I lay you on your side, kneeling between your legs, holding your upper leg in my arm. You moan as I slide deep inside you, filling your pussy with my cock even more this way. You can feel my balls brushing against your lower leg. I'm gasping, moaning softly with every thrust. And then you call out and cum once more. 

I release your leg and you roll onto your back, my hard cock still inside of you. The breeze from the open window picks up and we revel at the caress of the wind on our naked bodies. We make love, gently, tenderly. There's no hurry, our lips finding each other's body. I kiss you, soft and deep. My lips explore your neck... your shoulders... your breasts... all the time, my hard cock slowly slips in and out of your wet pussy until your cum once more. 

We lay there for a long time, just holding each other and I roll onto my back, taking you with me. My cock is still inside you, slowly softening as we cuddle, your head nestled between my shoulder and chest, my fingertips softly tracing patterns on your naked back. 

You look up at me, a mischevious gleam in your eyes. 

"It's your turn," you smile. 

You kiss your way slowly down my chest, my stomach, loving the way that I moan, that my body trembles and writhes. You take my hard cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head, slowly moving it between your lips as you stroke my shaft. You can taste the precum... you know how close you've brought me... but you take your time, pulling my out of your mouth to lick the shaft... to tease the head of my cock with your tongue... I'm moaning constantly, almost completely out of control and you know from the look in your eyes, from the way that I moan that no one has ever made me feel the way you do. You take me in your mouth once more, finding a rhythm, feeling me build. You look up to see me watching you... you hear me tell you how incredibly sexy you look, how much I want you... how long I've wanted you. I warn you that I'm building... you hear my breath quicken... my trembling increasing... and I cry out... cumming... my entire body moving to the pulsing of my cock... at last my orgasm begins to fade and you continue to suck me...softly... gently... until I'm soft. You slip up my body and I kiss you, deeply and passionately, moved beyond the ability to speak. 

"You're amazing," I whisper. "Thank you." 

And this is only the beginning. 



Moving In



It is liberating moving into our new place. A small apartment in the city that I am sharing with my sister. It is far from home, but it is nice to be away from our parents and close to the university we are attending.

"Mind helping?"

Anna is carrying in her boxes unassisted, so I decide I should probably help.

Her boxes are heavier than mine, she has brought all her books and trinkets.

For a lot of people, living with your sister would seem like a curse rather than a blessing. Not Anna though, we have always been close.

We aren't exactly twins -- she is a year younger than I am -- but she's smart so she skipped a grade in school and we ended up in the same classes. All the guys at school were into her, and it was obvious why. She is extremely pretty, with soft features and full curves, perky tits that came in early. She flaunted her assets but never gave any to anyone. Even now she is flaunting it, her big tits squashed into a tight singlet and lacy pink bra, and mid-thigh length rose-coloured gym shorts. Her blonde hair is short, either side of her head is shaven and down the middle is a strip of hair long enough to bear a quiff. I asked her about that once and she said it is good for picking up ladies. I wasn't sure it'd work for me.

Once we're all done, we relax on the couch and I turn on the television. There is nothing on.

"Grab something from that box over there."

She points to a box marked with green marker as "Anna's stuff". In the box was a whole box of DVDs. I rifled through them looking for something we hadn't watched in a while and came up with two.

"Back Door Sluts Nine or Blue Has the Warmest Vagina?"

She looks at me with curiosity, "I don't think I've seen the second one."

"Pretty artsy, two hot French chicks finger-banging and eating pussy."

She looks at me pensively, "I dunno, I think I'd rather watch dicks in asses."

I throw the artsy porno back on the pile, "Suits me, I don't know any French chicks."

I pop the disc out and into the DVD player, and then sit down on the couch beside Anna. She leans in against me, her head upon my shoulder as the movie starts. A few minutes in and the first girl is already getting reamed. Anna's hand is down her shorts, her fingers rubbing her clit. I unzip my fly and pull my cock free.

Her head lifts from my shoulder, moving down towards my cock. Her mouth is so warm and wet, she sucks my head as she plays with herself -- her fingers sliding in through her folds and penetrating her tight hole.

"Yeah Sis, suck my cock..."

My hands run through her hair, wrap around her head and slowly urge her down. My entire cock is down her throat, she gags and the flutter of her throat's reflexes against my cock is amazing. I let her go and she pulls away quickly to catch her breath.

She coughs lightly, "Geeze..."

"Sorry Sis," my hand brushes through her hair.

She's already over it, her lips wrapping around my cock again.

This is going to be the best part about having our own place, I can feel it.

The tip of my cock brushes against her tonsils, her tongue roughly plays with my foreskin -- I'm circumcised but she loves those left over folds as much as I love the folds of her sweet pussy.

"Oh Anna... god you're good."

My cock presses against the back of her throat, sweet vibrations from her pleasured moans tickle my shaft. Her fingers are deep in her pussy, furiously fingering herself with a loud schlick, schlick, schlick.

"Please tell me we have condoms."

She pulls away from me, her tongue taking one last brush along my shaft, my pre-cum trickling down her lips.

"Ran out," she sighs, "that was a fun night."

Her birthday was a few days before we left, we must have forgotten to restock.

"I guess you'll have to fuck my ass..."

Oh, I could definitely do that.

She pulls herself up and straddles me backwards, leans forward so her arms are on the coffee table and she can watch the porn. They are onto the third girl now, she is taking it in the ass from a massive black cock and squealing wildly as the first girl sucks the jizz from her cunt.

I pull down Anna's shorts, her tight ass is presented to me eager for my input. The tip of my dick pushes against her hole, my shaft is eager to bend to accommodate the angle as it gives me a perfect view of my sister's best side.

"You gonna fuck me or not?"

She's blushing, the porn is turning her on I can hear the crack of pleasure in her voice. I push a little deeper so I'm inside her, but just the tip.

"Come on already!"

My hands firmly grip her hips and pull her back a little so my dick sinks a tiny bit deeper.

"Take off your top."

She arcs up a little, her ass sinking down on my dick. She removes her singlet, her lacy pink bra revealed beneath and the vivid lines of ink tattooed into her back. Roses, tulips, orchids and stars, all arrayed in patterns pleasing to the eye and on the small of her back was a poem in elegant script.

Anal is the cruellest touch, breeding

Climax out of the rear end, mixing

Agony and desire, stirring

Dull cunts with sweet pain.

There was a similar poem on her lower stomach and she had other tattoos I liked to explore. Sometimes we'd be fucking and I would find a new one but today they are all familiar. When her hands go to remove her bra, I stop her.

"Leave it on."

She leans forward again, my cock slides out of her as she does and I am reminded of why I love this view. Her back bent before me, the art of her tattoos staining her skin, my cock in her tight ass and I can see the TV clearly. Her phone rings, it is the tune of Nirvana's Rape Me.

"It's Mom," she says grabbing her phone.

I hit mute on the remote so she can answer it.

"Hey Mom!"

I can almost hear our mother as I slowly grind my hard cock into my sister's ass. There is something particularly naughty about this situation.

"Yeah, we just finished moving everything in."

My dick is almost half-way in, her tight hole squeezes hard around me.

"No, just straight into work."

My hands clasp her hips and I have to resist pounding her. The less our parents know about us the better, and this is too good to give away.

"No, I'm just, uh-" she covers the phone to hide a moan, "working on something big."

She rises up to ride me so my dick can get all the way in.

"Oh you know Chris, he loves getting into tight spots."

Her tight anus is now choking the base of my shaft, her pussy is getting wet against my balls.

"Sure I can get him."

She waits a moment with the phone against her breast, her pleasured gasps escaping through a bitten lip. Then she hands me the phone.

"It's Mom," she says loudly to feign as if I didn't know.

I take the phone and press it to my ear, "Hey Mom."

"How is everything, your sister sounded distressed."

"No, no, she's fine. Anna is just working hard."

"Well, tell her to take things a bit easier."

"I try to Mom, but Anna is stubborn, she loves hard tasks."

"She gets that from me... You're not in any trouble are you?"

"No, why?"

Anna bites her hand to stop from making any noises as she works herself up and down my shaft.

"Anna said you were in a tight spot."

"Did she? Don't worry Mom, it isn't that tight."

Anna hit me with her free hand and I almost laughed.

"It's alright, Anna is just worried I'm taking too much work on. I can handle it."

"I hope that's it... you know you can talk to me if you need."

"I know Mom."

The ecstasy of my sister's ass was getting to me, I could feel the urge growing. I really didn't want to blow my load talking to my Mom.

Um, I'm deep in work right now, can I give you back to Anna?"

"Oh no, she's busy as well. Look after your sister and tell her I love her."

"I will Mom."

"I love you, Chris... be good."

"Love you too Mom."

I hang up the phone and toss it on the couch beside me. Anna takes the first chance she gets to squeal in bliss.

"Oh fuck!"

"Mom says she loves you."

"Don't ruin it dude."

Her tight ass quakes against me, Anna's orgasms ripple through my cock and I lose it. My load blows deep inside her ass and she moans in satisfaction. She leans back against me and I wrap my arms around her waist.

"Wanna put watch the other movie?"

I smile, she knows what I like.

"Will it get you horny again?"

"We'll see, just remember to buy condoms before new year's eve."

All our friends would be coming, they'd be here for the party as well.

"If I go now we can get in a little practice."

"In a minute," she coos, "I want you inside me a little longer."



Moving In



Things had been rough between my wife Sadie and I for a long time. As an executive at a fast-growing financial company, my schedule was very demanding, and she resented the attention I'd given to my career. She was a jealous woman, and even though I'd never even think about cheating on her, she began to think of my work as if it were a mistress.

On the day of our 10-year anniversary, she told me she wanted a divorce. I wasn't surprised. I guess I'd seen it coming. Still, hearing it devastated me. I'd tried to work things out with her, but she wanted me to give up the career I'd worked so hard to build, and I just wasn't willing to do that to feed her jealous. 

That night, I packed up some things and called my younger sister Vera and asked if I could crash at her apartment for a few days until I figured things out. She knew things had been rough between me and my wife for a while, and she said "Of course! Come on over!" She lived on the other side of town, and we really hadn't seen each other much for the past year or so.

I should explain that my sister is almost my complete opposite: I'm conservative, disciplined, and hard-working, while she's creative, whimsical, and free-spirited. She worked in sales, and was very successful because of her bubbly personality, but she had no responsibilities or obligations in the world, and spent most of her money splurging on vacations, alcohol, and perhaps I suspected even drugs. 

She was a short, plump, chubby girl with blonde hair and glasses, but with her charm and vivaciousness she never had trouble finding a boyfriend when she wanted one, despite her weight. She rocked what she had.

We sometimes got into arguments over our various lifestyle differences, but the truth is, I was looking forward to spending some time with her. After such a sad, difficult few years, I felt like I could use a little creative chaos like she could provide.  

I drove across town and showed up at her apartment with a hastily-packed bag of clothes and personal items. 

Vera opened the door wearing her silly Hello Kitty pink pajamas and holding a big glass of wine. "Sorry to hear about Sadie," she said. "Come on in. I hope you don't mind, I already started drinking. We're getting wasted tonight. You deserve it."

I laughed, and put my bags down. "Yeah, I guess I do."

She put her glass down and gave me a big hug. I immediately felt guilty because I couldn't help but think of how great her big tits felt squeezing against me. Sadie was all but flat-chested, which isn't necessarily bad in itself, but when you haven't had something for a long time it sure feels nice when you finally feel it.

I put my things away at her apartment, and we spent the evening drinking cheap wine and laying on her sofa watching cable. It got late, and she shows became increasingly racy. Finally, in the middle of a violent sex scene, I mumbled, "It's super awkward that I'm watching this with my sister, you know."

She laughed and poured herself another glass. "Totally, but who cares? We're both adults, so there's no point in pretending we don't both love watching sexy people fuck, you know?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess so."

"Look at her," she said, nodding toward the TV. "Those legs and that ass. Damn she's hot. I wish I could have her body."

"You seem to do already with the one you have," I said. "You always seem to have a boyfriend around!"

"Nah, not recently. I was actually in a relationship with the same guy for the last 8 months, but I found out he was cheating and got rid of him a couple weeks ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. I needed a break from men anyway. I need some time to think about what I want, you know?"

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, " I said.

We went back to watching TV on the sofa, with Vera sitting sideways and resting her feet on my lap, a feeling strangely reminiscent of that long night so many years ago.

I slept on the sofa that night-or at least tried to. I'd managed to put fantasies about Vera out of my mind many years ago, but after having gone so long without sex with my wife, and then the frustration of breaking up, and then spending time with Vera tonight, some of those old taboo fantasies returned to my mind and took hold.

The next day, Vera left for work, but I took the day off. I needed time to think, and I was in no emotional state to go into work myself. I sat and watched more TV, drank a little wine, and eventually went to go check my email on the computer in her bedroom.

Now, I would normally never do something like this, but the wine was making me a little reckless, and curiosity got the better of me. I opened up Vera's browser history.

I saw she'd looked up some movies and other random stuff, but then I noticed some links to porn videos she'd looked at late last night. Incest porn. Brother and sister porn.

My heart pounded in my chest. Was she thinking the same kinds of things I'd been fighting all these years?

I looked further and found an incest fantasy blog she'd been reading. I looked at the most recent entry she'd read: "Oh my god, you guys, my brother split with his wife and is staying in my apartment. This is going to drive me crazy. I diddled myself three times last night thinking about him."

Oh shit. She hadn't just been reading it. She'd actually written it. This was her blog!

I scrolled down and looked at every entry she'd ever posted. Most were photos or videos, but some were occasional comments about her "sexy professional brother" and the things she wanted to do to me.

I couldn't believe it. I was stunned.

I erased my tracks, closed the browser, and turned off the computer. This was insane. Sure, we apparently had the same kink, but we definitely couldn't do anything about it. Still, knowing that she had the same terrible secret I did seemed to make me feel a closer bond with her.

She came home from work that afternoon, and we ate Chinese takeout for dinner. She took a quick shower afterward, and came out of the bathtub wearing a fluffy black bathrobe that highlighted her pale skin. She looked fantastic, and I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like under the bathrobe. I wanted to see those curves, see what her nipples looked like, see what kind of ass she had. I couldn't stop thinking about her. 

We sat down on the sofa with some wine again, and she laid sideways with her legs on my lap again. This time, I had to be careful where I looked, since she was only in her bathrobe. 

That night we watched a vampire movie with some seriously wild sex scenes in it, and we laughed about it. But then, late into the evening, I recognized an unmistakable smell.

"Holy shit," I said, "you must really be enjoying this movie."

She looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"I can smell you. I can smell how turned on you are."

She immediately blushed and covered her face. "Oh my god," she said, giggling nervously.

I laughed and patted her knee. "Don't worry about it. No judgment zone here, right?" 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so embarrassed about that."

"Don't be. That's a great smell. It means good things are happening, right?"

She laughed again. "Yeah, I guess so."

I didn't move my hand. I just left it there on her knee. I don't even remember what happened in the rest of the movie, because the only thing that existed in my mind was her leg on my lap. Every time she moved her leg a little, it sent a thrill down my spine.

Finally, toward the end of the movie, she said, "I had a leg cramp last night. Would you mind massaging it for me? It's my right leg."

Like I was going to pass that up.

I reached over and started rubbing her calf. She'd shaved her legs when she'd showered, and they were silky smooth. And while chubby girls don't necessarily get much credit in society at large, I'd been married to a skinny woman for so long that I loved how plump my sister's legs felt. 

"Um...up higher," she said.

I moved my hands up and began rubbing around her knee.

She closed her eyes and wiggled around to get my comfortable laying on the sofa. "Higher, actually," she said softly.

I hesitated. Was this really happening?

I slid my hands up her leg to her mid-thigh, just where her bathrobe ended, and began rubbing.

She moaned softly. "Yeah, that's it," she said. "Keep doing that. Yeah, like that..."

And then I smelled it again. She was getting wet while I lay here rubbing her thigh.

We did that for a few minutes, which she spent laying on her back, eyes closed, sighing, moaning, and encouraging me. She spread her legs slightly as I continued massaging.

Finally, curiosity got the better of me, and I looked down under her bathrobe, and there it was. Her pussy, glistening slightly, and accompanied by a big bush of blonde hair.

I took a deep breath in through my nose, taking in her scent. It was incredible. It was...intoxicating.

I moved my hands up her leg, continuing to massage her. She didn't resist at all. In fact, she opened her legs wider. Finally, I gave up the pretense of a massage and moved my hand over to her pussy, rubbing it gently. She opened her mouth wide, but didn't open her eyes. Her chest heaved as she breathed hard.

I rubbed her clit slowly with my thumb, then moved it down and slipped it a bit inside her. She pushed her hips toward me, and it went further inside her. She was soaking wet inside.

Then she spread her legs wide open, and I understood that she was completely mine. The dark fantasy I'd been wrestling with for 20 years was happening. Right now.

And I made a decision that can never be undone.

I got off the sofa and onto my knees on the floor, and turned around to face her. I grabbed her hips and turned them toward me, and pushed up her bathrobe.

Then I buried my face in her pussy, shoving my tongue deep inside her. She immediately cried out "Yeah!" in a voice that sounded like she might break down in tears at any moment, then reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me into her and she ground her wet pussy lips against my face. 

With the noises she was making, I had no doubt her neighbors were listening. I'd never wanted to give a woman sexual pleasure more than I did right now. I wanted to give her everything she'd ever wanted. She was more than just a woman, more than someone I cared about...she was family.

I grabbed her pulled her around so she was sitting upright on the sofa, facing me. Her eyes were still closed, and she had tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

"Look at me," I said as I unbuckled my pants and pulled my cock out. 

She opened her eyes, and I got closer, pressing the head of my cock against her pussy. I leaned in toward her face, and she looked down at my mouth, now covered in her juice. She was breathing hard, and I felt her warm, wine-scented breath against my face.

I pulled her bathrobe open and looked at her pale, plump body. To me, at that moment, she was the most gloriously beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. I loved every ripple and curve on her body, and was excited to finally see her naked after all these years.

"We can't do this," she said.

"I know," I said. "This is insane. We can't do it."

She shook her head. "We can't...we can't..."

I leaned into her, my rock-hard dick sliding inside of her as my mouth met her lips, and we kissed as passionately as if we were the first and last lovers on earth. 

We fucked hard that night, until she finally erupted into a screaming orgasm, her legs clenched around me and her fingernails digging into my back. And at that very moment, I let loose inside her, pumping an incredible load. I'd never had an orgasm like that in my life.

Then I took her back into her bedroom-our bedroom-and we started all over again. We couldn't keep our hands off each other that night. There were moments after each orgasm where we'd feel shame and regret, and we talked about how we had to stop, and about how we couldn't possibly do this again. But then that thought turned us on all over again, and we got increasingly vigorous. She made me cum six times that night. I didn't even know that was possible.

A few weeks later, my wife Sadie texted me to say she felt bad, and that she wanted me to come back and see if we could work things out.

"Sorry," I texted her back. "I've found someone else."



Moving In



He moves into her boyfriend's apartment and she wants him gone 

Jill leaned in close to the mirrored closet door, carefully smudging her eyelids with a stick of black eyeliner, her irises glowing bright and clear. Sapphires! Her elbow rested on a short stack of Zach's underwear and her tits smothered a pair of his snowboarding gloves. She momentarily glanced at her earlobe. There was a pair of hoop earrings she wanted to wear, but they were somewhere in the stack. After she'd packed up everything from her bedroom at her parents and crammed it into Zach's one bedroom alongside his piles of clothes, his surfboard, his snowboard, his amplifier and guitar case, she'd ended up with four boxes of nonessentials and no place to unpack them. They had sat in two stacks in the corner for the last two months, looking about as temporary as she felt. 

She blinked slowly, softening her gaze, once again reminding herself how the bigger picture shadowed everything. 

"Thank you," she heard Zach say as he walked in, his body still damp from the shower. 

She caught his eyes in the mirror, "Thank you? For what?" 

"Nice dick!" 

Ha, he was referring to the finger drawing of a house she'd left for him in the opaque steam on the bathroom mirror. It was her cute way of suggesting they get a place all their own. But when she'd finished the drawing, she'd wondered if maybe it was too cute. She'd impressed him with her ambition and brains-she was only twenty-four and going back for her Doctorate next year. That's the kind of woman she was-and that woman cringed whenever she started resembling a starry-eyed girlfriend, always going on about her wonderful dude. And on second glance, the house doodle had felt almost as mushy as drawing a heart around his name, so she had drawn another line over the roof, indicating someone was speaking from inside, and wrote, "nice dick!" She'd fiddled with the kitty locket hanging from her neck as she'd read it back. At least it had felt edgy. 

"So you liked my Rembrandt, huh?" 

"I did. But not as much as what I just heard Evan say." 

"Oh, really? Am I going to like it too?" She bit her lower lip and smiled, already anticipating his news. 

Zach's big brown eyes beamed in delight and dimples popped inwards. "He was on the phone, scheduling a U-Haul." 

She stopped adding to the black line bordering her clear, blue eyes, and turned to face her boyfriend, "Nuh-uh, for real?" 

"He's moving out. It's ours!" He slipped behind her, took hold of her waist, spun her around, and kissed her pink lips. Both of them opened their mouths in unison, sharing a lasting kiss that left her a little warm and woozy. 

As a living space, the apartment was nothing to be excited about, small, plain, built in the seventies, with a funky, boxy feeling to it. But Zach had wanted to live in Manhattan Beach as close to the ocean as possible, and the apartment was only a few blocks from the pier. And there were simply no other apartments available in that part of town, not for nine-hundred dollars a month, anyway. And if his roommate really was leaving, then they'd at least have a room to keep their extra stuff in, and their bedroom could finally stop looking like something out of "Hoarders". She could shower with the door open and not steam up the place, or practice yoga in the living room without feeling self-conscious jutting out her butt in downward dog. 

She suddenly felt guilty about the house drawing. Zach would've caved if she'd continued to drop hints, because he loved to please almost as much as she did, but then she couldn't imagine her boyfriend without the wind in his hair, unbuttoned shirts and board shorts for all occasions. So Evan leaving was actually the perfect compromise. 

Zach's pupils stayed focused and dry, promising her the apartment would soon be theirs, and it filled her body with delightfully tender tremors. His hands crept under her sundress, finding almost total nakedness thanks to her G-string-yes a G-string-Zach just loved them and she loved Zach. 

"Best accomplishment in my life was convincing you to wear a thong. But do you own anything but now?" 

"Ha, are you complaining?" She raised her butt, her pronounced, yoga-boosted cheeks gobbling up the small string between them. 

"Fuck no. But I would never have pegged you for having such..." His hand took a winding trip to her exposed taut cheeks. "For enjoying such minimalism in underwear." 

"Shhhh! That's between you and me, Mister." She craned her neck for another kiss. 

With his lips to hers, he squeezed her butt, and mumbled, "Actually, it isn't between you and me." 

"Don't I know!" 

He pulled his lips away, and glared, studying the mischief in her face. "So do you really like them, or are they still just for me?" 

"They're... alright." Her hands scratched up his back, using just enough pressure to carve faint, white lines on his skin. 

He grabbed at her ass a bit rougher, and she knew he'd gotten the need. His tongue explored her mouth... he angled his head, one hand pressed against her damp auburn hair, the other still on her bottom but now pulling her against him. Her tongue drew over his with enthusiastic reciprocation. She reached up his back to his shoulders, and then she was lifted into the air and carried to bed. 

"I've got the need in a serious way, babe." 

He set her on the bed next to two shoe boxes. She wanted it too. It had been weeks since they'd made love. His roommate seemed to stay up later and get up earlier than they did, glued to the TV just outside their door. 

"We can't right now, Zach sweetie. Please don't get me too worked up." 

He didn't listen, and ground his hardening erection against her thinly covered crotch. Fuck it felt good. 

"No, no, no." 

He ignored her weak plea, and pushed his crotch into hers, forcing her legs apart and sun dress up. 

"He's still here, we can't." 

"Fuck Evan! Who cares if he hears?" 

His hips crushed forwards even harder. 

"I do. I don't want him to know." 

"He's leaving. You'll probably never see him again." 

"Exactly, he'll be gone, and then we'll be alone." 

His hips finally stopped and he breathed in a hoarse sigh. He shoved the shoe boxes aside, rolled off her, and then sat up in the cleared space. She sat up behind him and wrapped her arms around his. 

"You'll wear thongs under your flimsy dress but you really are a prude when it comes down to it." 

And there it was. How quickly a guy forgets all those special nights the minute he can't get it on demand. She kissed his neck, attempting to quell his frustration, but the need had him pretty worked up. 

"Who cares if he hears us fuck? You're being delusional if you think he doesn't already know we do, so who cares if he hears?" 

"He's leaving soon. I'll make it up to you when we're alone." 

"I hope so, because it's been weeks." 

"It hasn't been that long." 

"We have less sex now that we're living together. I mean, I abided by the couple of months of getting to know each other first, but then we practically jumped into living together and it's like we never have it now. We had the one good week when my band played Bumbershoot and we stayed in that hotel in Seattle, and that's been it. I got the need so bad I think my dick might explode." 

"Just be patient with me, please. I know it's hard. I'm sorry." She rubbed his shoulders. "I'm just not comfortable letting everyone in on my sex life. I'm not like Rebecca. I can't do the total slut thing." 

"Rebecca wasn't..." He stopped. He knew better than to defend his ex-girlfriend to her. "Look, I'm sorry I called you prude. You're not, I know that. And I appreciated waiting until things felt right, too. I actually love how you like everything to be perfect. It's just... frustrating at times." 

"I know. I'm frustrated, too. But it's only for a little while more, right?" 

"Yeah... Well, it better be. The little shit better be leaving or I'm seriously just tossing him out." 

For a moment she imagined Zach lifting his roommate by his belt and carrying him to the front door. Her hand swept over his toned chest, and her pussy tingled. Zach was too sweet to ever really do such a thing, but he had his testosterone fueled moments, and she was ashamed to admit she found it a little sexy when he did. 

She gave him a poke in his belly with her index finger, Pillsbury Doughboy style. It was something she did out of habit whenever she felt in need of more attention. He rolled his head back, nuzzling his cheek against her damp hair. She was truly lucky to have him, and that mop-headed fool was pretty damn lucky himself. 

*** 

"This isn't happening," she told herself, but reality could not be staved off, and he continued to squeeze the king sized mattress through her front door as she smashed her boyfriend's name on the tiny screen of her phone until the annoying "calling..." message appeared. On her third attempt, and just as his large arms maneuvered the soft mattress into the south bedroom, Zach finally picked up, and Jill rushed into her bedroom and slammed the door. 

"Oh my god, sweetie, you're never going to believe this, but Evan sublet his room. Or that's what this guy is saying." 

"Whoa. What? What guy?" 

"The guy who just carried a bed into the other bedroom. What did Evan say to you exactly?" 

"He didn't say anything, he was gone when I got home last night. He left a note, that's it." 

"What was in the note?" 

"He did say he'd covered his portion of the rent for the remainder of the lease. I was going to text him and let him know I didn't expect him to pay. Fuck, was he saying he sublet the room?" 

"I have no idea, but this guy can't stay here. He's a major jerk. You need to get him out of here." 

"Jesus, did he do something?" 

She walked towards the tall dresser with her vanity on top. She stared at her reflection, her rosy, high cheeks had slumped, leaving even more room for her big blue eyes to drift back into their eyeliner and swim in self-pity. She watched the water bead on her bottom eyelid. Pretty girls made such ugly criers. Maybe not so much when she was young, but at twenty-four... after all the years of being spoiled rotten, she was left woefully unprepared for the hardly-a-crisis crisis. And to see her fully developed beauty blemished in a bratty scowl... Just gross! 

"He didn't do anything. I just know him. It's Brad. He went to my high school." 

"Shit. Well, we're right in the middle of rehearsing. Can I do this in a couple hours? Or can you say something to him?" 

"What? What am I supposed to say?" Words were just pouring from her mouth at this point. But she knew she wasn't about to speak to Brad. She needed Zach to do it. She needed him to take her crisis seriously and do it right now! 

"Tell him to hold off on moving stuff until I can get there. I'll sort it out, babe. Don't worry." 

Her forehead softened, but the pools of water on her eyelids broke the edge and ran down her cheek. "I can't. I can't talk to him." 

"I don't understand?" 

"Of course you don't. You don't know him." 

"Then just come here. Come to Mike's until we finish practice. And then I swear I'll sort it out." 

She hated going to Mike's when they rehearsed. The only place in Mike's house that didn't require ear protection was the kitchen, where Silvia, Mike's girlfriend would smoke and dance non-stop. She'd blather on about her husband's drumming sets with every band at last year's Jazz Reggae Fest or some other band who opened for Phish in a grassy field of wafting pot smoke. Then she'd start on Zach, telling Jill how lucky she was because Zach was a white Lenny Kravitz. Jill would passively answer yes to everything, feeling more the groupie with each head nod, like she might spontaneously soak her panties if Zach stared at her over the mic. But finally she'd confess to skipping the drive to Oxnard, or wherever they were expected to play next, and suddenly find herself being accused by Silvia of not showing proper support. Being a groupie just wasn't her thing, Zach knew it, but everyone else would look at her like she had to go. 

As she got off the phone, she heard Brad coming through the front door again. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, furrowing her brow as she used the tip of her finger to wipe the tear from her cheek, careful not to smear eyeliner in the process. 

"Don't be stupid," she said softly. "You handled him all through school. What's one more afternoon?" 

As she entered the small living room she heard Brad in the kitchen, and then saw him unloading a large plastic cooler into the refrigerator, clanking together bottles of Bass Ale. The kitchen had no inside wall, and was only defined as a separate space by the shift from green carpet to linoleum flooring in the south-west corner, so she had a clear view of him crouched down and reaching into the cooler. He hadn't heard her over the sound of crunching ice as he fished around for the last couple of bottles, and it was the first chance she had to openly look at him without giving him the wrong impression. 

His back spread wide from shoulder to shoulder, those shoulders thick and balled under a tight yellow T-shirt, and his triceps popped to form a steep step along the back of his arm as he dug into the ice. He'd leaned out some, trading size for definition, but still definitely yoked and as intimidating as ever. 

She also caught his profile and the area where his upper eyelid tucked tightly under his strong brow to characterize his resolute nature. It was one of several staunch features that could've easily been replicated with a few ink lines for the perfect comic book super hero. 

As he looked downward, he revealed more of his face, and the sight of it caused a fluttering memory of how sorrowfully deep the inner part of his eye sockets became. That part of his eye was the one physical trait that contradicted everything else. There was even something boyish about it, and she could almost see how so many straight-banged Laguna High girls had snuck out the window of their better judgment to find him charming. 

Those poor misled girls of Laguna High. What television they would've made. 

She'd forgotten she was standing in the room until he turned his torso to face her, and she jerked to life once she'd been noticed. His eyes flashed up her body. He did it so fast and nonchalantly, it was like a reflexive action. The move ended with a cocky smile, his upper teeth lined along his lower lip, and his flat cheeks bowing against the comers of his mouth. 

"I didn't hear you come back in. You sneaking up on me?" 

"No, I..." She bit her tongue. This was awkward. "I thought I'd forgotten something in the bedroom and couldn't remember what." Good one. Not really. 

He kept staring at her without relinquishing his cocky smile. "Nice locket." 

The tiny, golden locket was shaped like a kitty head... she had bought it at the age of nine to remember Samuel, her cat. She had a habit of nervously rolling it between her index finger and thumb. As her eyes dropped to the locket around her neck, she was reminded she hadn't changed her tan, low-cut T-shirt, and the locket was resting right between the girls. At that moment she would've traded her nervous habit for twisting a pencil into her ear, a teeth-baring facial tick or anything that didn't occur right over boob central. 

Thankfully Brad's gaze returned to her face as he held the last two beer bottles off to the side. "Hey, let Zach know he can have as many of these as he wants. I'm just moving everything over from my old fridge. All I ask is that he replaces whatever he takes." 

She crossed her arms over her tits. "Sure. Yeah." She could hear herself pausing and going silent like an idiot, but couldn't do anything to stop it. 

"Thanks Jillian!" 

"It's Jill." 

"Jill? Really? Jillian was such a pretty name." 

"I got tired of everyone always spelling it with a "G", so I'm just Jill now." 

"Alright, but I think Jillian suits you better." 

God he was cocky, and he was already establishing his refrigerator rules. But it didn't matter, because he and his beer weren't staying. Zach would explain things. He could explain anything. 

He stood up and waved one of the bottles, offering it to her. She shook her head and so he opened it for himself and put the other in the refrigerator. When he turned around she snuck a peek at his ass. She winced and scolded herself, but not before noticing the nicely built orbs of ass filling out his grey Dickies shorts, a wallet chain dangling from their belt loop. 

"So Evan said something about you staying here. Is that right?" 

This was the exact conversation she wanted to avoid until Zach returned, but the directness of his question made that impossible. She took a deep breath, needing to make her next words count. "Correct. I've been living here for just over a month." 

He shut the refrigerator and faced her, his deep eyes striking hers. "Living here? Evan said you were just sleeping over." 

"Um, I was, but my stuff is here now." She purposely left out where she'd moved it from, because living with her parents didn't exactly convey the don't-fuck-with-me strength she was striving for. 

"Well shit! I'll enjoy having a pretty face around here." He studied her from head to toe once again. 

"Thanks, but Zach and I were thinking..." 

"No, really, it's cool. And I won't say shit to the landlord. I've never gotten along with landlords. They don't care much for loud motorcycles. And I'm a fan of overnight company, myself." 

"I'm not just Zach's company." 

"I know." His persistent smile said otherwise. 

"OK then." 

He looked totally amused. 

"What? What now?" 

"Easy, everything's cool." 

"What's so funny then?" 

"I just can't believe little Jillian is spending the night at guys' apartments. You were always so perfect. But good for you." His attention went to her cleavage again and she realized she'd dropped her arms at some point. 

"It's not like that," she said, crossing her arms back over her tits. "Zach and I are..." Why was she explaining their relationship to him? "And it's Jill, not Jillian." 

"Oh yeah, right, right, Jill. Hey, Zach and Jill!" He broke into laughter and shook his head. "That just hit me. Zach and Jill went up the hill to-" 

"Yeah, I get it." 

He took a swig of beer, holding the bottle by the neck in his big fist. "Come on, that's funny." 

"I have to go." She had to get out of there even if she didn't know where to, and made a beeline for the front door. 

"Wait, I'm sorry." He started toward her, his arms to either side, welcoming her to stay. "I saw the hamper full of laundry in my room. I thought Evan might've left it, but I took a peek inside. They weren't Evan's clothes-that much I know." 

She stopped with her hand on the doorknob, but didn't face him so she could pinch her big blue eyes shut in private. "Sorry, those are mine." 

"I figured. Although I never thought of you as the thong wearing type." 

Heat rushed to her pussy and her cheeks at the same time. "I'm not." But thanks to Zach she was, and now Brad knew it. "Just leave it by our door, please." 

"You got it. I didn't mean to embarrass you." 

"You didn't," she lied, as she opened the door. 

"Catch you later, Jillian." 

"Sure thing, Bradley," she fired back as she stepped onto the balcony and shut the door behind her. "Bradley," she snorted to herself. It wasn't the greatest comeback, but considering how high school went, it was one gutsy step forward for the cute, preppy, smart girl. 




Moving In



*** 

The large front window to the apartment burned with the reflection of the sun sinking into the Pacific behind her and the copper, apocalyptic sky around it, and she could smell the rich, sharp smell of barbecue and hear laughter as she inserted the key into the lock. 

She loved the smell of barbecue-it reminded her of sitting at the picnic bench in her backyard in a wet swimsuit while her dad stood watch over the grill. Those were probably her favorite afternoons of all, just Jill, her older brothers, her mom and dad, all together as a family. She and her siblings, ranging ten to fifteen, had seemed to forget their age and gender differences and play like they'd played when they were super young. 

She'd lost her taste for red meat two years ago, at the age of twenty when she first started buying groceries for herself and slapped a "Support Local Farms" bumper sticker on her Golf, but the smell of barbecue still embodied something cordial and communal, and that's why she'd asked Zach to pick some up on his way home. She knew how Brad could be and wanted their conversation to be an amiable one. 

Inside Zach pulled out a chair for her without actually getting up himself. Brown butchers paper lay open in the center of the table, littered with several large beef bones in a pool of barbecue sauce that caught a bloody glare from the light overhead. It looked like a fresh kill. In her spot at the table rested a circular white paper bowl covered by a plastic lid, and inside was an organic chicken and tangerine salad. 

As she approached the table, Brad's intense eyes steadied on her, and his upper teeth gently breeched the inside of his lower lip. Brad essentially had three smiles-a near straight mouth in parenthesis, like he acknowledged your presence, but barely-his standard default cocky, too impossibly confident looking to be for real-and then his cocky-with-teeth, like someone had taped a "Smile if You're Horny" sign on your back. Apparently Jill had such a sign. 

"Hey Jillian." 

"Hey Bradley." 

"Oh, that's right, it's Jill now." 

She smiled but thinned her black rimmed eyes. His dropped to her chest for a moment, she still had on the tight, tan T-shirt with the plunging neckline, and her hand instinctively went for her locket. 

"Love that locket." 

She didn't stop fiddling with it this time, as if standing her ground, and leaned over her boyfriend and kissed his lips. Having Zach there boosted her courage. He just had a presence-people were always in a good mood for him. 

"I can't believe you also picked me up a salad from Kelly's. You're the best!" She sat down, removed the lid and dug into the lettuce with a plastic fork. 

"She hates barbecue," Zach informed. 

"Seriously? Come on, who hates barbecue?" 

"People who give a shit about what they eat." She jammed a bite of lettuce and chicken into her mouth. 

His smile never broke, but he scratched at his neck, where the start of a tattoo peeked up from his yellow T-shirt collar. 

She angled herself sideways, facing Zach and putting Brad to her right from across the table. "Did you boys have a talk?" 

"We did," Zach said, rhythmically nodding his head. 

Relief flooded her body, but she didn't lose her poker face. Part of Zach's presence stemmed from his friendly, outgoing nature, and although it had become a little wearing lately, what with every date out to dinner ending with a group of party-friendly strangers, she so totally valued his easygoing confidence in shitty situations like this. 

"So everything's sorted out?" 

He turned to Brad. "I'd say so." 

"Cool." 

Brad still looked amused, however, and she began tampering with her locket more frantically. Then he slapped his palms on the table and rose to his feet. 

"Zach, very awesome barbecue. Good hanging out with you, man. But that room ain't gonna unpack itself." 

He left as Jill's eyebrows narrowed and her jaw dropped. "Unpack?" she whispered to Zach. "What happened?" 

"Yeah. It's a little more complicated than we thought." 

"No it isn't. He needs to get out. Jeez, what's complicated about that?" She threw her plastic fork into the salad. 

"Why don't we go for a walk and I'll explain." 

She wrapped her arms across her tits as he stood up and took hold of her shoulders. He rubbed them for a few seconds before she pushed her chair back and stood up. 

The ocean had its moods, and rough swells sent a briny scent aboard the inland wind that made her wrinkle her nose as she descended the apartment stairs into the small lot of cars. She could even taste salt. 

"Let's walk to the corner store-I already owe him a few beers." 

She hunched away from him as he moved up beside her. 

"Look, the guy seems OK. And he's in a bit of a situation." 

"You just met him. You have no idea who he is." 

"Well, he's on the street if he doesn't stay here tonight, so we can't ask him to just turn around and leave. Look, he understands our situation, and he says he'll start searching around for another place." Zach slipped his arm around her. "And, I don't know, he seems alright. What is it about him that bugs you so much?" 

She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'll tell you when he's gone, but I don't even want to start thinking about it until then." 

"So you're fine with him being here for a while?" 

"No! He can stay tonight, but he needs to go in the morning." 

"Hmmm. Listen, he confided in me, so don't repeat this, but he's a little broke right now." Zach's face set up for an embarrassing bit of gossip. "He punched his last landlord and he's getting sued, so he has to pay a lawyer to clear it up. Evan's pocketing two hundred subletting to him, which explains dipshit's silent act, but this place is still cheaper than anything around." 

"He punched his landlord? Zach, you see what he's like, don't you?" 

"He only did what we'd all love to do." 

"No, I can promise you he was just being a bully." 

They'd reached the corner of PCH and waited for the light to change as Zach thumbed the button on the traffic post repeatedly. Next to them was a beach boutique store, and she noticed they'd changed out the dress on the mannequin living in the shop window... thought the new one would look stunning on her figure. Then a reflection of the iconic, red don't-walk-man began blinking over the dress, and she thought of Brad- unstoppable Brad. 

In high school players ran the other way to keep from getting tackled by the anti-jock who played football only for the violence. He moved from girl to girl to girl. He whooped out loud as he sped through a red light on the way to his senior prom, while she sat on white leather in the back seat of his '64 Ford Falcon hiding her eyes in the small shoulder of her date. She knew the make because even his car had a reputation. She'd told herself things would catch up with him someday-a fiery crash and burn-but slow death by a lawsuit... Wow! 

"How much trouble is he in? I mean with the lawsuit?" 

Zach stopped jamming his thumb on the button. "I don't know, but he hired a lawyer, and if it goes to court a lawyer's gonna cost a butt-load. And if he loses, who the fuck knows?" 

The don't-walk man stopped blinking and stayed solid red. A little chunk of Brad's fate rested in her hands. She reached for the kitty face locket and twirled it about as her gaze rolled up to the clear sky above. 

"Jeez, OK, he has a week." 

"Cool. But I expect it's going to take a bit more than a week." 

"A week! And don't go making friends, Zach. You don't know him, you just don't." 

"I get it, and I want him gone just as much as you do. I'm with you there. But did you ever think he might've changed since high school? Matured? He seemed straight-up-alright to me." 

She actually raised the locket up to her lips until a wicked smile revealed her teeth and she nipped the golden kitty. "The day we're alone in our apartment I'm going to have my way with you all night long. But until then..." She wagged a finger in a no-no. "So does it really matter to you what I think about him?" 

"When you put it like that..." He goosed her tight bottom as the light turned green and she jumped into the street. 

*** 

The enormous, black motorcycle stood parked against the cement block at the head of her spot, and she eased off on the brake to inch forwards until the edge of her hood visually aligned with the bottom of the gas tank adorned in the Suzuki "S" logo. Even with her Volkswagen Golf and the bike sharing a slot, they basically took up the same room as the neighboring SUV, but it still irked her how parking now required additional attention and felt more like a chore. And so with the handlebars of the black Suzuki angled so the headlight faced her, she stared it down like a Cyclops and wondered how much damage it would incur if she just let off the brake for an instant and gave it a bump. "I'm such an airhead, Brad, my phone rang and I stopped paying attention and... Oopsie!" 

But the fantasy passed as she exited her Golf and climbed the stairs to her second story apartment, feeling the three o'clock sun from where it blazed high over the palm trees towering along the back wall of the complex's parking lot. She hated how shallow it sounded, but the most important thing in the world right then was the pint of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Peppermint Crunch she had in the freezer, and she had really hoped Brad would be gone so she could enjoy it with a little afternoon TV all to herself. Why couldn't he have a normal nine-to-five job like everyone else and leave her a few hours of peace before Zach came home. 

Annoying! Especially so today. Today of all disastrous days! 

Inside, Brad took over the plum fabric couch, propped up with his elbow on the armrest, laying diagonally so his ass sunk into the edge of the cushions and his legs bridged over to the glass coffee table. Two empty Bass beer bottles were on the table next to his motorcycle boots. He rolled his head her way without getting up. 

"Hey." 

"No work tonight?" she inquired with a flare of disdain, and walked toward the refrigerator. She grabbed the pint of ice cream from the freezer and plucked a spoon out of the drying rack. She was heading for her room when she noticed him again, sunk into their sofa and occupying the entire living room. The closed front curtains filtered the afternoon sun into a dank amber that amplified the bulges of his biceps, and it struck her how huge he looked, like the couch under him was slightly off scale. The visual imbalance reminded her how she never thought much of overly-muscled guys. 

"I actually do have to work tonight. Got a call this afternoon. I was hoping to nap, but I can't." 

The inner hollows of his eye sockets plunged sorrowfully deep into shadow. Although it wasn't really sorrow, more like faith that had been tested over a lifetime and survived. Or maybe it was the way his angular, high cheekbones supported them like a shelf. But it was definitely the brilliant blue irises glowing inside the shadowy recess that made him intriguing enough for her to stop a moment. 

"What's keeping you from napping?" Her initial disdain lingered in her voice, and made the question sound meaner than she'd intended. 

"Bad news. Nothing I can't handle, but a setback nonetheless." 

Hearing the word "setback" pleased a shamefully cruel bone inside her, but also meant postponing moving out, which wasn't going to happen. She rested her hip against the side of the couch-back and cracked the lid on the pint of Ben and Jerry's. Obviously he had her attention, but instead of getting into it, he asked, "So what's driving you to eat ice cream in the middle of the day? None of the toddlers brought an apple for teach?" 

"Very funny, but you were saying something about a setback?" She took a spoonful of ice-cream. 

"I'll get to it, but you first. I need a break from my thoughts. Might help me nap." 

She giggled around the spoon and spoke with a mouth full of ice cream. "You want to hear about my day so it will put you to sleep?" 

He laughed, now realizing how it sounded, then sat up and patted the cushion next to him. She perched her butt on the armrest instead. 

"Fine, if you really want to know, my favorite girl is being pulled out of daycare and it's my fault." 

"You in trouble for it?" 

"No. Not really." She dropped her sandals from her feet and brought her feet up on the couch arm, balancing herself with her low back against the backrest. She nestled the pint between her thighs and stared at the paper tub as she tapped at it with the spoon. "The girl's dad is this really nice guy, and when he brought her in every morning we'd talk for a bit. I really don't think he was flirting with me, not really. But then there's this idiot girl I work with, who totally has it in for me, and after he left she came over and whined like one of the kids how Mr. Foster's in love with Jill. And she said this right in front of Emily and a few other kids, who all laughed. And Emily is four, she gets it. So all I can think is Emily went home and repeated it to her dad, or maybe even told her mom, because her dad dropped her off and left without saying a word all week. And then I found out today they'd pulled her out of Southside. Emily was awesome, it just sucks." 

When she looked over, he boasted the same cocky smile as always. 

"It's not funny, it really sucks." 

"I can imagine. I'm sure it does." 

"Then what?" 

"I'm just wondering how can you eat so much ice cream and stay so bangin'?" He laughed as he scratched at the tattoo peeking out from his shirt collar. 

"Fuck you." She actually found herself laughing with him, realizing how crouching on the armrest with her knees up had hiked up her shorts, giving him an audacious view of her silky legs. He probably hadn't heard a word she'd said. 

"So what does that even mean, banging? Zach's friend loves to use that word." 

"It's a compliment. If you're a girl you definitely want to be bangin'." 

"So like pretty?" 

"Better then pretty." His hand swept past her. "A little juice in a couple of the right places." 

"Fat?" 

Shaking his head, he laughed again. "Not even. It's all tightly packed. A fit-hot." 

"So Jessica Biel?" 

He looked her over, his head making an obvious gesture up her legs. She'd mistakenly lowered her guard with him, and he was willfully indulging. 

"Oh yeah, Jessica could go a few wild rounds. That power-ass is definitely bangin'." 

Jill flattened out her tone, feigning disinterest. "Ah, so it really means any girl who you can bang. And to you that's considered a compliment?" 

"More like a girl who wouldn't disappoint should I be so lucky. And don't pretend you don't know the difference. Any girl who wears a thong can't be that naive." He drummed his thumb on his chest. 

"Yeah, that's not really any better." 

She began to get up and leave, but he patted the cushion next to him, and asked her to wait. "I'm only playing with you. You were so straight laced, I have to give you some hell about it." 

She thought about Zach calling her a prude last week and it started to piss her off. She wasn't that straight laced and she certainly wasn't prudish. 

He patted the cushion again. "I thought you wanted to hear what happened today?" 

She paused a moment in front of his cocky smile and then set down the ice cream and sat on the cushion right next to him, close enough to prove she wasn't as straight laced as he thought. However, she did feel the need to pull a white throw pillow over her lap and hug it against her chest. 

"I know Zach told you I was being sued, right?" 

"He did, and that it's costing a lot of moneyyer's fees." 

"Fuck, you have no idea. But did he tell you why?" 

"You punched your landlord?" 

"It was only the property manager. And it's all bullshit. My friend Salami dropped..." 

"Salami?" 

"Yup, Salami. Got the name when he was in the marines. Don't ask." 

"I won't." 

He rolled his head to stretch out his neck, and proceeded to explain how Salami had been mentoring him on firearms and take downs, and used Brad on bodyguard jobs whenever he could. After work one night, Salami dropped him off, and on his way out he backed his truck into a large potted tree. 

"I planned to call them about it in the morning, but when I got up there was an envelope under my door. Inside was a letter from the manager saying witnesses had seen me and that if I didn't pay two-thousand dollars in damages he'd report the incident to the authorities." 

"Two-thousand?" 

"I know, it's bullshit, and so I called him and asked to speak to the owners, but he wouldn't give me a number. So I waited for the manger to come by that Saturday, hoping a talk in person would yield better results. And when I saw him pull up I went down and met him as he got out of his car. He then started in with confrontational language. He's a big guy, and I think he's used to people backing off easy. And then I began to get the feeling he wasn't letting me speak to the owner because he planned to pocket the money." 

Brad sat forward and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. His face was devoid of cockiness, and his eyes focused hard on her, like her opinion really mattered. The tried and true faith she'd identified behind his blue eyes shone genuine. Her hand instinctively went to his, touching just the fingertips in a comforting manner. 

"Did you ask him if the owners knew about it?" 

"No, I didn't have a chance." His hand wrapped over hers and lifted it as he began to rise off the couch. She followed him up, leaving the throw pillow on the cushion. He then stepped her backwards towards his bedroom door. She knew he couldn't possibly be trying to maneuver her into his bedroom, but her heart began racing regardless. He stopped once they'd reached the clearing between the couch and kitchen area, and a faint sigh of relief escaped her. 

"This part I don't understand. You tell me what you think." He took hold of her shoulders and positioned her a few feet in front of him. "You're me, OK?" He then straightened out his arm and pushed her chest, his palm landing just above her tits, which were snug in a shear, baby-blue sweater. The unexpected jolt threw her off balance, her foot skidding back to keep from toppling over. His beefy palm had pressed hard enough into her soft slope of flesh to make her tits jiggle. And then that hand was gone, his other landing on her shoulder for support. 

In the split second when her mind reeled in confusion over being shoved off balance, her body offsetting at the hips like the jag in a lightning bolt, she tore through the beginnings of every sort of horrible, violent possibility, but none of them added up to Brad. And then came the hand on her shoulder, pulling her together again like a slap in the face. But it was too effective, administered just a little too firmly into the nerves of her trapezius, causing her joints to feel disconnected, and just before she collapsed he caught her under the armpit. Her ribcage, neck and shoulders seemed as frail and skinny as a child's in contrast to those hands. Even his fingers felt muscled, the pads swollen and firm. A burn came to her cheeks, and she knew they were cardinal red. 

"You OK?" 

His eyes were wide and excited. He'd achieved something more than copping a feel-a fact she doubted he even realized. And although she knew a complaint was in order, his delight and the stabilizing effects of his hands overwhelmed her and the complaint remained lodged in her throat. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." 

"Good! But did you see how your foot went back? Now this time I want you to walk towards me, OK?" He took a step back, putting a comfortable three-foot distance between them. "Alright, come at me." 




Moving In



She did, even knowing what would come. In fact she wanted him to put his hands on her again, and stepped forward without hesitation. She needed to know she was in control. She needed to be offended and a second chance to say so. 

This time his hand caught her entire breast as he shoved into her. The soft round shape of it squashed and bulged between his fingers, her nipple smothered by the thumb portion of his palm. The shear fabric bunched towards the collar and slid up her stomach, the sweater's weave grazing her tender, bra-covered nipple, as sparks flew through her insides. 

The electrifying grope caused her mouth to pop open, a drying, cool breath rushed into her lungs, and she found herself intimately close to his face as his hand still firmly pressed against her left tit. His eyes were every bit as wide as hers, and he froze like that for a very long instant. 

She froze, too, his wallet chain swinging alongside his jeans the only sound in the room. She felt his frightening power pulse down his forearm, his fingers straining open but the palm still shoving up into her tit. When her eyes lowered, it appeared as if plates of iron were braided under its skin. Even in her shock, she presumed him showing off in a poor attempt to impress her. And is that what she was-impressed? 

And then thankfully it was over. 

He stepped back as he yanked the intruding hand away and raised it up beside his shoulder. Her boob released with an abrupt springiness. It felt heavy and larger than ever and craved to once again be weightless and held. 

"Aw shit! I didn't mean to do that." 

She slung her arm over her tits. 

"But did you see how your foot didn't go back?" 

She shook her head no as she pulled the hem of her sweater down her belly again. 

"Well it didn't. Your momentum kept you balanced, it didn't need to go back." 

She didn't hear him-she was too busy jamming what just happened down into a dark place. She hadn't had sex in two weeks, of course her body would respond to touch, even Brad's... Brad, the huge asshole who was supposed to leave that day. She then thought of Lorelai, her best friend in high school. Lorelai missed the week of school following prom night because she was too embarrassed to face her classmates and couldn't bear to see Brad. His sudden loss of interest in Lorelai had made it obvious she'd given him what he wanted. Everyone knew. She cried about it over the phone to Jill, and now Jill felt a tiny slice of her embarrassment after the same jerk groped her tit and she failed to scream in his face. She grabbed the kitty locket between her thumb and finger and rolled it around. 

His blue eyes darted about her face again, and he spoke so hurriedly it made her dizzy. 

"So I haven't seen it, but there's a security camera recording of the altercation. The guy pushed me back, and then I just instinctively let loose and knocked him in the mouth. That's what I've been telling the lawyers, and it's what I told the cops. It's the truth. But my lawyer saw the video today and says it supports the guy's claim that I was coming at him when he pushed me back. But if that was the case, my foot wouldn't have went back. Yours didn't. But I'm fucked if it looks like I made the first move. And the guy now supposedly has a spreading infection where I cracked his tooth." 

She genuinely believed what he said, she could see the truth burning faithfully in his blue eyes, and she knew in her heart the video might be deceiving-the angle, the quality, who knows? But she was finally letting herself get angry. He shouldn't have grabbed her boob. He should be gone! 

"I need to call Zach," she said, as she turned towards her bedroom. 

"I'm fucked, huh?" 

She paused, and shot him a steely cold stare. "Yeah. It's hard to argue with a video." 

She turned back towards her bedroom and made it as far as the door before he spoke again. 

"Hey, my brother moved away and I miss my little nephew pretty bad. So I know it sucks about that Emily girl. Sorry about that." 

The doorknob grew blurry as she turned it, and then she stepped into her cluttered room and flattened herself on the bed. 

*** 

Zach's face pressed into the pillow like he was smothering himself. She'd worried the first time she'd seen him sleep that way, but had since learned air was getting to him somehow. She leaned up an inch to see over the back of his head and read the clock on the nightstand. 

Two-thirty! She'd be lucky to get four hours sleep at this point. 

She laid her head back on the pillow and listened in the dark to the sounds from the other room. The tiny bathroom sat snugly between their room and Brad's, but Brad's "company" could be heard moaning through both walls. 

It seemed like only minutes after his motorcycle woke her up before they were going at it like crazy in his bedroom. She imagined a trail of clothes from the front door leading to the edge of his bed-a trail consisting of cut-off jeans, a tie-top that came no lower than her tits, and red spiked pumps. In her mind she could totally see the skank who'd go for a muscled, macho, bully like Brad-product in her hair, neon red lip-stick, fake eyelashes and a butt-load of shadow. The complete Sad Excuse. 

While all that might've been pure speculation, hearing a hoarse voice screech out, "You're making it happen! Your big cock... It goes right to the spot!" was not, and could anybody but a fuck-me-pump-wearing-slut yell out such a thing? His bed creaked and then thumped the wall, repeatedly. Whatever they were doing, they were doing it with everything they had. And then came a short intense burst of speed, where it sounded like someone knocking on a door. 

"There, there, there! Shit! Oh shit... I'm fucking exploding!!" 

Jill's hand slid between her legs, her delicate white G-string collapsing downwards with ease. Her fingers snaked through the remaining arrow of downy pubic hair. Her pussy anticipated the arrival of her fingers, creating a pool of fluid for them to find. Her next breath carried a light hum, and her body jerked at the sound of it. She hadn't realized she was touching herself until she was touching herself, and then it felt too good to stop. 

She rubbed to the rhythm of the creaking bed. The girl screamed out again. Jill had never screamed during intercourse, not once. She just couldn't imagine-even as she now tried. As her fingers slid between her slickened lips, she hummed aloud again. Her head flipped over to Zach, making sure she hadn't awoken him. She rarely pleasured herself and would die if he caught her now. But the mound of his shaggy hair remained still, and when she rubbed again, her next light hum was almost directly at his ear. Her left hand shot to her mouth and she bit her knuckle. 

She looked to the dark ceiling as the bed next door continued to creak and thump. Her fingers circled faster, as scenes from her brothers' bookmarked web-sites shot through her mind. Weakness traveled down her legs and into her toes, she stretched her foot straight, breaking their stiffness, and the tension in the muscles added to the stimulation in her pussy. 

"I'm coming. I'm coming clear up into my chest. Mother fucker you are just so..." 

Jill couldn't fathom the kind of orgasm it would take before she'd yell that out. In fact, she could count the number of orgasms she'd had on her fingers, and they were embarrassingly private moments, where she closed out Zach and cornered the madness into secret repositories. Little illicit notes to herself, frantically scribbled, tucked into her belly, neck, and even her toes. And to yell "Mother-fucker"? The word made her think of prison shows. Jill had felt uncomfortable just writing "dick" on the bathroom mirror. But really it didn't matter if what the Sad Excuse said could've been spray painted in giant letters on an underpass by a fifteen-year-old not getting any-she was getting some, and getting it so good she'd reached a plateau of vulgarity beyond Jill's forbearance. Jill circled faster and bit her knuckle harder. 

"God do I love your cock!" 

Jill then flashed on a dick, a large one in bright revealing light-close up, veiny and erect-and her pussy ignited with tingles and burns. The image was so vivid a sweet, musky smell permeated her nose. She sunk her finger in deeper. "Mmmm, that's so nice...," she panted to herself. "Mmmm, so..." Not nice, "Nasty!" 

She tore her hand away and sat up. What the fuck was she doing? Zach shifted next to her, his face now on its side. His eyes were closed and he settled into stillness. Jill's heart pounded at her chest, punching at her ribs like it was trapped in there. She touched her forehead and felt a mist of sweat along her auburn hairline, and then lowered her hand over her eyes. She rocked forwards, the sheet tumbling off her chest, and then she bent her legs until she could rest her forehead on her knees. 

Their screaming burst through the apartment again. "Oh my god, I'm going to come. I'm fucking going to come!" Jill reached back, grabbed her pillow and wrapped it over the back of her head, smothering her ears. She stayed like that for several minutes, until the lovers went quiet. 

Why was Brad still there? 

By the time the red glowing numbers read "3:00 AM" she needed to pee, but she heard someone in the living room now and wasn't prepared to face Brad or his skanky friend. Another fifteen minutes passed before it became deathly quiet, and she felt sure she was the only one still awake. 

She slid out of bed and stepped cautiously to the door. She listened once more, but it remained quiet. She looked down at herself in the dark, holding the knob on her bedroom door. Her shirt was a pink cut-off jersey that barely hung below her tits. "55" was printed over her chest in big patched on Letterman print. The shirt was a present from Zach, but she could never wear such a thing in public, not even as beachwear. While she was proud of her narrow, flat tummy, the jersey revealed way more midriff than she could ever be comfortable showing. After letting her squirm awhile, Zach said it was meant to be a night shirt. Relieved she tried it on for him, and it looked sexy as hell. Zach had gotten that part right. 

She pushed the door open an inch at a time, until she could slip through and step along the wall to the bathroom. A dim light from the underside of the kitchen cabinets leaked into the living room and illuminated the area between her bedroom and the bathroom. She made it halfway before a voice called out and caused her to freeze where she stood. 

"You're up late." 

Instinctively her hands clasped her tits, landing so hard they flattened them, and her head snapped to the sofa, where two dark figures poked up from the black silhouette of the couch. 

The lamp on the side table switched on to reveal Brad in loose sweat-shorts and a tank top. Seated next to him was a lady wearing a smart, wool skirt and beige blouse. Her legs were crossed and her high-heels were laying in the carpet next her feet. They were not fuck-me-pumps, but rather a low-heel and banded-leather with an open toe-very professional. 

She had an expensive-looking haircut-her straight, blonde hair chopped very short in the back with longer bangs in front and parted to the right. It framed her sleek features nicely, her cheekbones turning sharply in where they emerged from under the hanging bangs. 

Her brown eyes drilled into Jill in a way that caused Jill to forget all about her embarrassment, and she struggled to latch onto how she could've offended this woman so. The lady had such a vicious glare that Jill shifted her weight backwards until her butt cheeks touched against the cold wall, reminding her that she was in nothing but a G-string. 

Brad finally broke the silence to introduce them. "Jill, Erin. Erin, Jill." 

Jill rotated a hand from her chest and waved by folding her fingers to her palm. 

Erin glared a moment longer and then addressed Brad. "She's been here the whole time?" 

"It's just Jill. She's always here." 

"You said don't wake the neighbors. You didn't tell me someone was in the apartment with us." 

"Jill, tell her you don't care. Tell her you're always here." 

The woman glared at her again. Jill could now see she was in her early thirties, and guarded her dignity and the success she touted in both her appearance and manner. She was intimidating, and Jill froze by the wall, her hinny still absorbing its coldness. 

Erin returned to Brad, "This is so fucking embarrassing." 

Brad only laughed, sharpened his smirk and made it beam. Jill locked onto it. She locked onto its stability. His white row of teeth took charge of the room, both women now answered only to him. Jill could hang all her troubles on that smile and they'd carry less weight than a pair of damp pantyhose. It provided her just enough courage to move, and she leapt towards the bathroom and shut herself inside. 

She stopped on the middle of the bath rug, and turned back towards the door. "What am I doing here?" she heard Erin ask outside, as Jill wondered the very same thing-how could such a classy, professional lady fall for someone like Brad? 

"I thought we already covered that-you're fucking your trainer." 

"This is starting to feel like a mistake." 

"It is what it is." 

"Let me rephrase that-you, you personally aren't the mistake, I just got carried away. I've spent my whole life trying not to be..." There was a short pause, and then she threw out, "that." 

Jill knew she'd gestured towards the bathroom door during the pause. The woman spent her whole life trying not to be like Jill! 

A full length mirror hung on the door, and Jill saw herself in bright harsh light. She wanted to be mad at the woman, but confronting her own reflection stunned her. Zach's selections, the cutoff, pink jersey and white G-string, looked like something out of a Playboy shoot. Her wavy, auburn hair was mussed up after being in a ponytail all day. Her eyeliner was poorly rubbed away, and bled outwards. But it was her body, and how much of it she'd exposed, that screamed cheap and easy. 

The woman had no idea Jill was practically engaged to the guy in the other room, or that he thought of her as a goody two-shoes. Or that long term she'd planned to get a masters in psychology and do research on children's learning disabilities. 

The woman gave a heavy sigh, and then announced, "I'm going to wait for the cab out front. I need a cigarette, anyway." 

"Let me just take you home on my bike." 

"Uh... No. Pete thinks I'm still out celebrating my promotion, so I can explain getting home at four, but I couldn't explain showing up on the back of some guy's motorcycle. Fuck, I know I'm going to regret this in the morning." 

"Maybe, but it won't stop you from doing it again." 

"Wow, you are really something." 

"Come on, I'll wait with you out front." 

The front door then opened and shut, sending a shudder through the apartment's framework. 

In silence now, Jill examined herself again. Her shapely legs were a gift from her mom, but Jill had taken much better care of them, toning them to perfection. She turned to the side, and rose up on her toes as if wearing high heels. The balls of her calves popped, adding a final sexy curve. 

She spun around and gave a quarter turn of her shoulders and craned her neck back towards the mirror. She cocked her hips to the side, so her ass bulged at a slant. It didn't bounce with the forceful swing, but rather jolted to a stop. She could feel that jolt whenever she took a quick step, and it emphasized the firmness, which was remarkable considering what a substantial round butt she had. And cocked to the side, the cheeks pressed together, barely kissing her thighs, and the white G-string engulfed between them, it looked... Well it certainly wasn't the ass of a goody two-shoes. 

She faced the mirror again and ran a finger up the divide of her belly. Her tummy was soft, but not without a wishbone of definition leading down from the base of her ribcage and then a "V" converging towards her pubic area, which was barely hidden by the white triangle of cotton. Her skin was fine enough to have a sheen, which accentuated the healthy definition with slices of golden light. She wondered if Erin had an actual six-pack there. 

The pink jersey hung straight off her tits, leaving a three inch gap between the hem and her ribs and the underside of her boobs visible from underneath. She finally raised her shirt and took a gander at her tits. Jeeze, she had great tits-young, plump, perfect tits. Erin might have had leaner tone, and maybe some guys preferred that, but Jill had better tits, period. 

Concluding her assessment, she spoke quietly, "You definitely have the body for being bad." 

A G-string and a sexy shirt was all it took and her God-given curves did the rest. She looked like she could fuck a guy-would fuck a guy. She looked like she would fuck a guy and could fuck him for all he was worth. 

She smiled devilishly. "Bangin'!" 

She slipped a hand down the front of her panties. She'd dressed a little bad for Zach, but what that woman must have thought of her... The woman who'd just had an affair and a screaming orgasm with her macho, alpha-male trainer. 

Jill fingered herself as her eyelids fell, leaving only a slit of vision. How bad could she be with a guy like Brad? Not Brad, not a bully, but some guy who'd insist she scream out loud. She looked to the side, to the smaller mirror over the sink. The drawing of the house was still visible in faint watermarks, and "nice dick" was written right over her eyes. A euphoric dizziness ripped through her. 

For the second time that night she forced her fingers from her pussy. Cascading warmth had left her sweating, and it was scary powerful. She ached for more, but she couldn't let herself go further. She and Zach were getting serious. This was her panicking over that. It had to be. 

*** 

The alarm kicked her out of a perfect dream. The yellow interior of her Critical Lit classroom and all the pimply faces of her classmates staring back at her receded away, as her eyes opened to the long expanse of wrinkled bed sheets and the red "9:30" pulsing on her nightstand. She couldn't recall the dream beyond the classroom, all traces of it had been swept away by the suddenness of her buzzing alarm. She slid across the bed and smacked the clock so hard the parts inside rang. 

She then moved herself into the shower, and as water ran over her body the residue of her dream intensified. Was she sitting naked in class? If so, she wasn't embarrassed about it. In fact it left an empowering, sexual impression. It felt a little like the time her class took a field trip to the Los Angeles Museum of Science and Industry. On the bus ride there, she sat with her friends in the middle rows and played a game of truth or dare. Lorelai, her best friend, got a devil in her cat-like eyes and dared her to flash the back rows. Normally her inherent modesty would've forced her to chicken out, but there was just something different about her on that day, like something hormonal had kicked in overnight. The kids towards the back were yelling over a Nintendo DS being passed around and plugging into each other's iPods, and as she looked down the rows of seats, she remembered thinking, "Why not?" right before her shirt went up. 

Jill gave the "hot" knob a crank and drew the bar of soap across her tits, lathering them up. They slipped about in her hands, taut, firm and soft, water trailing off the end of her nipples. At eleven her tits were nothing like today, but they'd arrived. She'd had an awkward panicky year prior to that, as pudginess appeared in on her thighs, like puberty was a sculptor who slapped on mounds of clay before, thankfully, it smoothed out the pudginess into legs. It was shortly after her eleventh birthday that the pert, squat tepees appeared and she immediately invited Lorelai over. The first time she laid eyes on them was the one time Lorelai folded her arms and slumped into Jill's hanging wicker chair, envious. But minutes later Jill would've thought it had happened to her, and the following week, Lorelai and Jill laid out her new training bras over her bed, comparing them to a Niemen Marcus catalogue Lorelai brought with her. And the day on the bus, when Jill flashed her bra to her class, she did it feeling like the two were a team, almost like Lorelai was her P.R. agent, smugly rolling her eyes as the boys' bugged out over the foamy, white cups formed to Jill's tits underneath. And once inside the museum, Lorelai stood in front of Jill, the back of her hand against her forehead in an eleven-year-old's impression of appalled, mouthing off for the boys to grow up as they grouped around asking Jill to do it again. 




Moving In



Their modesty had stepped aside for a day and they'd ate it up, leaving an ambience of badass similarly to her absent dream-exposed and judged, but even more so, respected and admired. It was a cool culmination of nerves and she wondered if that's how the ultra-popular kids got off every day of their lives. 

She scrubbed shampoo into her hair and shut her eyes as it leaked over her neatened eyebrows. Recalling the infamous field trip always ended in thinking forwards to when she was fifteen, and Jill conjured up another pretty girl's face as water sprayed over her eyelids-Lynn Ray, a true badass, was seated on a pool table surrounded by guys. She was also fifteen, but she'd come to the house party in red lipstick and a silky, black mini skirt and seemed so much older. 

Jill never knew what prompted it, but one of the boys, a black boy named Raymond, stepped towards Lynn and asked for a kiss. She whipped her head around, chopped, bleached bangs sticking to her forehead at an angle, and put her hand to his chest, pushing him back and scolding, "Nigga please." It wasn't racist coming off her lips, more like a flattering nod to diction. The others laughed and Raymond blended back into the circle. 

Lorelai had thought of Lynn as a slut, but after that one move, Jill formed her own opinion. Lynn simply lacked modesty, able to joke freely and put Raymond in his place like that. She believed Lynn had already slept with a guy, but probably no more than one, as she was sure Lynn could string them along forever, or at least until she was good and ready for them. Lynn was a true badass and Jill carried a secret sister-crush on her ever since. 

As she turned off the water and grabbed her towel, she said out loud, "Nigga please." It felt good-it rolled off her tongue and lifted weight off her shoulders. 

By the time she climbed into her VW Golf, she only had ten minutes to get to work. Plenty of time, but when she turned the key the engine failed to rollover. 

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" 

She tried again, but the battery was dead. She fished inside her purse and took out her phone. Zach's office wasn't far-he could drive her on his break. She punched his name and called. 

"Zach sweetie my car is dead. I'm going to be totally late." 

"It's after ten, aren't you hours late already?" 

"I called in and swapped shifts. I couldn't sleep last night. But I can't be late now, not after switching shifts." 

"You couldn't sleep? What kept you up?" 

"Guess? Brad brought home a girl from his class." 

"Ha! So he's giving his clients a reason to get in shape, nice." 

"I'm serious about not being late. After the thing with Emily leaving I feel like they're watching me. And Miranda had to cover my early shift and she's the one who totally has it in for me." 

"I'm all the way out in the Anaheim office today. I couldn't make it there in time even if I could get a break. Can you take a cab or a bus?" 

"Not in time, and I don't even know what bus to take." 

"I'm sorry babe. You're gonna have to just tell them what happened. They'll understand." 

She pressed her tongue against the inside of her teeth and fiddled with her locket. "You're right." She sighed, several times. "I'll just have to call and explain." 

"It's not the end of the world, baby. Don't let it stress you out." 

"I won't. I love you." 

"I love you too. And we'll jump your car tonight." 

She set the phone beside her, and sat in silence as she fiddled with her locket and blankly stared at the apartment door in front of her parking spot. 

She broke out of her trance when a rumble cut through her skull and approached from behind, and then Brad came riding along the walkway. He dropped down the curb and gently maneuvered the fat Suzuki between the parking barrier and the Golf's bumper. He popped the kickstand in place, got off, removed his helmet, and then came up to her car door and rapped on the window. 

Jill opened the door halfway and he leaned down, one hand on the roof and the other clutching the doorframe. 

"Everything alright?" 

"My battery's dead." 

"Bummer. Was anything left on?" 

"No. And I'm pretty sure the door was shut tight. Can you jump it with your bike?" 

He looked towards the black creature with its Cyclops eye. "Probably, but I don't have cables. And it sounds like a bad battery, so jumping it won't get you too far." 

"Fuck!" 

"It's not that bad. Batteries aren't that much. I can even put it in." 

"Thanks." She didn't move from her seat. 

"You need me to pick up the battery?" 

She finally looked into his eyes with a broken smile. "Sorry, it's not the car. I'm just super late." 

"Ah! Well I can give you a ride?" 

Yes he could, but getting onto his bike felt wrong. The small seat behind him on his motorcycle came with a status, like one of those biker girls who clung to their biker boyfriend like a baby monkey. 

He spoke again, "She's big but she don't bite. Come on-let me give you a ride." He pulled her door completely open, and offered her a hand. She withdrew her keys from the ignition, mouthed "wow" and reached out to accept. 

The asphalt whizzed by under her feet, like a giant sanding belt just waiting to grab and grind her toes the instant they slipped from the pegs. The wind seized the faint hairs on her arms to make her skin feel alive, and it seeped into her sleeves, cooling her back as it circulated through her Santigold concert-T. 

The eighteen-wheeler in the next lane was obnoxiously loud, even muffled by the padded interior of the helmet. She started the ride by holding onto his shoulders, but as they came up beside the truck, and those four-foot wheels spun right next to her, she felt the need to wrap her arms around Brad's waist. She crushed her breasts against his wide back, and her inner, corduroy-covered thighs clamped onto his hips. So much body contact was unnecessary but affective, like burying her face in a pillow as a child to protect her against the dark. 

When they passed the truck her nerves eased up and she relaxed, although she didn't let go of Brad's waist. The wind and noise became exhilaratingly vivid reminders of the speed, and she began to love when he increased the throttle and she felt a sudden grab in her belly. 

And of course it wasn't exactly unpleasant to have the rumbling power vibrating straight through the seat and into her crotch. 

At the first red light, Brad turned his head sideways and asked if she was having fun. And then he shouted, "So what do you do to keep in shape?" 

She shouted back through the visor, "Yoga!" 

"Well, don't tell my clients. They'd kill for your curves." 

The question reminded her that just last night he'd seen her butt in nothing but a G-string, and he'd apparently taken it all in. In fact, letting her know that was most likely the intent of his question. She sat up straight again, freeing her tits from his solid back, and moving her hands to his shoulders. 

The motor growled, and when the clutch popped and the tires spun into the road, her arms flung back around his waist. Once more they were tearing along PCH, zipping around a UPS truck making a right turn, and then cutting back into the right lane to pass a Beamer. She yelled, "I can be a little late," but she knew her voice was swallowed up by the engine's metallic thunder. 

Whether he was showing off or actually trying to get her to work on time didn't matter, she still felt guilty about it. She'd been pressing so hard on Zach to get rid of him, and Brad had been nothing but friendly towards her. A little forward maybe, but still friendly. And Zach kept reporting back that Brad was trying, but really was in a bad situation with the lawsuit. 

A second red light brought them to a stop, and Jill yelled through the visor, "Hey, I was thinking about your lawsuit." 

His head turned halfway, showing off his sharp cheekbone and the corner of his eye from under his black, Persol sunglasses. 

"Your property manager said the broken plant pot cost two-thousand, right? And you don't believe him?" 

"Right." 

"Well, if you found out how much it actually cost, the letter he left could prove he was trying to cheat you." 

"Yeah. But that won't clear me." 

"No, but it would demonstrate his character, and make his testimony less reliable. They couldn't hear what he was saying to you on the video, right?" 

"Right." 

"Well, I don't know, it might at least earn you sympathy." 

"You're right. It might. That's actually not bad." 

For the last few minutes of the ride, Brad hunched forwards and livened up. His back smoothed and widened, and she leaned her head against it. 

He pulled over on a small side street next to the Southside Daycare building. There was an entrance along the wall were she could sneak in a few minutes late without being noticed. Unfortunately Miranda, the coworker who had it in for her, was leaned up against the white brick, drawing on a Marlboro Light. 

Jill slid off the seat with Brad holding one of her hands to keep her balanced. Her body felt weird no longer vibrating, and she braced herself on prickly feet to pull the helmet free from her head. As her ponytail sprung out and her face came free, she saw the cigarette nearly fall from Miranda's mouth. Pride lit up Jill's ego, inflating it like helium. 

Miranda had tattoos and dressed in Metal fashion-streaks of purple in her hair, stretchy black denim pants, a belt slung around her waist well below the belt loops on her pants, suede boots, and a black tank top with "High on Fire" printed on the front. She typically looked at Jill like she was a prissy, perfumed, Barbie doll, but having just witnessed her climb off the back of a big, black motorcycle, driven by a leather-jacket-wearing, tattooed hunk, Miranda's eyes grew as wide and bewildered as a kitten's. 

And it was right as she thanked Brad and handed him his helmet, that Jill remembered her dream. She'd been sitting in the back of her Critical Lit class, as the rest of the students had turned in their seats and dialed in as wide eyed as Miranda. Their mouths stretched open with concern, but Jill had known what she was doing. She had been on Brad's lap as he sat in the classroom chair. Her lack of modesty had been clearly apparent in the way her arms looped around his neck and his squeezed around her waist, and her head rested on his shoulder, forehead to cheek. Her mind had expanded fearlessly, as she'd circled a palm across Brad's ripped chest, and she'd relished how her classmates saw her going down that road with the bad boy. 

A bolt of pure adrenaline and ecstasy heated her up and squashed her nerves. And before Brad pulled on his helmet, she stroked a hand through his blonde waves of hair, and followed through by gracing her fingers alongside his sharp cheekbones to cradle his angled jaw. 

"I owe you one," she said, and the rise and fall of her voice blew her meaning wide open. Brad's teeth emerged and his eyebrows rose, and for once he looked more pleased than amused. 

She retracted her hand so he could lower his helmet into place, and then the bike was kicked to life and he was gone. 

In the wake of its rumbling, she headed towards the side entrance. Miranda thinned her eyes, creasing the heavy base around them, and Jill paused when she blew out a stream of smoke. "You're five minutes late. You might wanna check in up front." 

Jill merely smiled, her confidence going total-badass and leaving her incapable of anything but a smile. 

"Nigga please!" 

*** 

Dust motes migrated across the evening sun as Jill flipped over two, sorted piles of playing cards to reveal their backs, which featured a giant shark popping out of the water in front of a tram full of people and "Universal Studios Florida" printed in arcing letters over top. She placed the stacks beside one another on the glass coffee table, pressing them down and comparing heights to ensure an even count. She then leaned each deck at a forty-five degree angle, bowed them ever so slightly, and positioned her thumb on the edge so her light-pink, glossy nail rested at the bottom card. She then shuffled the deck. 

Once shuffled, she tapped the cards neatly together, flipped the full deck over and fanned through it inspecting the results-heart, spade, heart, spade, and so on until she reached the next two suits, which also blended together in a perfect one-to-one ratio, like teeth on a locked zipper. 

Meticulously shuffling cards had been a quirk of hers from an early age, and she'd always sort the suits beforehand in order to check her accuracy. It started with her father giving her new decks to break in prior to his weekly poker game, and then every time he went on a business trip he'd return with a new deck for her, which he'd purchased in airports all across the country. He'd arrive home after she'd fallen asleep, but first thing in the morning she'd run into his room and he'd reach over to his packed travel case sitting next to the bed and pull out a souvenir deck packaged in cellophane. She'd unwrap the deck in her room and shuffle the slick cards for hours, perfecting her skill. 

It wasn't until later that she realized she'd been drawn into her father's superstition. She wasn't breaking in decks for him to play poker with, she was infusing them with luck. But by then it had already become an important ritual for her, and had grown to involve more than merely shuffling cards. 

Sometime around the age of nine she also started to shuffle her thoughts in amongst the hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs. She'd think of two separate, unrelated things, something like Recesses Peanut Butter Cups, which she ate too much of, and then something like the TV show she saw on intestinal parasites. Or she'd juxtapose something she hated doing but should, like flossing her teeth, with something beautiful, like paddling on a surfboard between crystal clear icebergs. Once she had her two subjects, she'd then alternately flash on a random word for each, meshing them together as quickly they came. It was actually her earliest foray into psychology, utilizing a hodgepodge of techniques she'd later study in college, like Free Association and Operant Conditioning. 

So as she broke the cards out into suits again, she thought of Brad. All day she'd been haunted by her dream, and even more so by the fact she'd stroked his cheek, surely giving him the wrong idea-and he was a guy full of wrong ideas to begin with. And as she neatly combined the sorted cards into two piles, she found her second thought, the research she'd studied on gradually boiling a frog to death, because a frog won't jump if the temperature rises slowly enough. She understood its relevance to the human psyche-it's how she felt now, slowly being misled by Brad-but the research also horrified her, she imagined a second rate geek in a lab coat leaning over a pot of boiling water, believing he was doing anything other than torturing a creature to death. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but sickos masquerading as scientists murdered a shit-ton of living frogs. 

She eased her thumb down their sides, and while cards tumbled together steadily, she also shuffled Brad and the researchers. 

Motorcycle, cruel, T-shirt, inhuman, manly, clipboard, mean, sadistic, muscles, browning, sagging jeans, rapid breathing, arrogant, exploding eyes... 

The faster her mind bounced back and forth between words the more her thoughts became stream of consciousness, and the poor dying frog crowded into the mental compartment labeled Brad. The deck sat shuffled but she continued the game in her head, going faster than before. 

Wallet chain, Bunsen burner, tattoos, blue fire, blue eyes, sweating, hunky, simmering, scream, boiling point, mother-fucker, pressure, screaming, burning, coming, would he could he make me scream. 

"Fuck!" She smacked the deck, the cards shooting across the glass table, half landing on the floor. She grabbed for her kitty locket, and tried again, forcing herself to go even faster. And this time she spoke out loud. 

"Lorelai, dead frog, sex, cooked, Erin, evil, orgasm, organism, sexy-ass dick, fuck no, fuck me, no, please, why, why, why-" 

She abruptly stopped, her ponytail flinging wildly with her head, as she heard the front door open. 

Zach stepped inside with a drunken smirk. "What was that? Are you conjuring up a ghost?" 

"What? Oh, yeah. It's nothing-I'm just clearing my head. Where were you? I called half a dozen times." 

He went to her on the couch, taking notice of the cards strewn about the carpet. He'd known she was a shuffler, but she'd never thrown the cards before. "I had a quick drink with Brad." He plopped down next to her. "The guy has some pretty interesting stories. Perks of being a body guard." 

"Don't, Zach. You just don't know who he is." 

He threw an arm over her and pulled her cheek close to his. "This is more than some macho dude rubbing you the wrong way. What happened with him?" 

Zach knew he was right, and she had no business getting upset at him for not blindly obeying her. Because she wouldn't ever want him to-she wouldn't ever want to be accused of bossing her man around. And she was lucky in that she could tell him anything, Zach made it easy. She had a boyfriend who actually listened even if he didn't always obey. 

She thought back to the night of her first prom, and the weeks that followed. She then unloaded onto Zach, telling him all about the evening Brad first dialed up the heat. 

*** 

Jill's dress was a deep burgundy, knee length and strapless, showing off the creamy skin of a sixteen-year-old's shoulders and thighs. Both she and Lorelai had filled out fantastically during the summer prior to their freshmen year, and they looked as good as any senior at prom. Better! The school had rented a light machine that hung from the low rafters of the ocean-front, hotel, banquet hall, and it projected spinning flower shapes over the dance floor. Jill and Lorelai danced back to back in a huge blue daisy-Jill with a boy just two inches taller than her and Lorelai with Brad. 

Jill had tagged along because Lorelai had been turning every magazine inside out in a hunt for the right dress, hairstyle and all the frilly accouterments that could never provide the same confidence as a single friend. But there was also Brad, and the obvious question: why would Brad, a senior, possibly be interested in asking a cute freshman to prom? 

She'd never trusted him. 

From the first day of high school Brad stared Jill down like a piece of fresh meat. He had an odd, dangerous mystique about him, but then her brother bragged to the oldest how Brad had slept with eight girls, and that became reason enough to avoid him. The party-thugs he hung with were another, so if she saw him in the halls, she'd walk outside to reach her class. 

Lorelai felt differently, however, and slipped on a tight T-shirt and dragged Jill to the school football games just to see him play. His position was defensive tackle and he threw the other players to the ground so hard their limbs bounced. As the crowd rose and howled around her, Jill stayed seated, clutching her kitty locket, thankful her brother Steve was on the same team. 

But at prom, as she watched Lorelai and Brad dance, Brad in a suit, looking dignified, his features belonging to an honest to god man, and as the taste of Mediterranean punch lingered in her mouth and she took in the canopy of green streamers and rows of jarred candles, the young faces of her classmates pretending their future would always be this elegant, and the sound of waves outside creeping in between songs-Jill couldn't help but succumb to the magic of it all, going lax and dizzily broadening her cheeks. 




Moving In



She turned back to Albee, her date, and thanked him for escorting her. He was doing a weird thing with his tongue, moving it in his mouth so his Adam's apple would jiggle. He'd been doing it ever since he took a sip of whiskey from Brad's flask as they crossed the parking lot. She'd wanted to stop him, tell him he didn't need to impress her, that it wasn't a real date, but god would that have sounded bitchy and cold. He was a senior, this was his prom even if she did ask him, and she'd let him experience the magic however he wanted. 

Despite his jiggling Adam's apple and stiff legs, his eyes sparkled. He'd lived at the end of Jill's block and she rarely saw him go outside, so if she hadn't asked him he probably would've played games on his computer, or whatever he did at home on a Saturday night. Yes, her date was a geek, but he wasn't a bad looking geek and he was a senior. And asking him was way better than asking one of her brother's friends-all her and Steve did was argue, and that would've been prom, the two siblings going at it in front of their dates. And Albee seemed to be having fun-she'd done a good thing asking him. 

A hand then draped itself over her lotion-smooth shoulder-a large hand, humid from the clutch of slow dancing. Her eyes peered up into Brad's, who looked at Albee as he asked for a dance with Jill. At six-two his words passed seven inches over her head in a trade between men. His deep tone resonated with strength, and though Albee didn't look particularly eager, he did seem honored Brad had asked him anything, and stepped over to Lorelai, abandoning Jill for the next song. 

The soft strums of Howie Day's "Collide" began as Brad raised her hand and took hold of her waist. She gingerly placed hers on his shoulder. His lavender dress shirt fit snugly-perfectly. As the string section swept in beside the guitar, another wave crashed outside the long running glass window, where it was black save for the moon perched upon a cloud, and Jill gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. She couldn't help herself, she had to know if it was really as solid as it looked. It was. 

His rose patterned tie had a crooked knot, but his shirt collar didn't gap in front of his neck like almost every other collar in the room. In fact, Brad came off as the best dressed senior there simply because his clothes fit. He had the body to model them, designers designed with his physique in mind, Brad was a man. 

"That dress is kickin'." 

"Thanks. I like your suit." 

"And you're something on the dance floor, Jillian." 

"Ha. I know Lorelai's better." 

Even in high school he'd mastered his cocky smile. "I don't know about that." 

She should've complimented him back instead of deflecting, but his moves were so basic, and he lacked a loose flow she attributed to "good" dancers. On the other hand, his posture was rock-solid, and the few simple moves he had were executed to the rhythm, so he wasn't a bad dancer either. And what he had that Albee lacked was hip sway. He did have a looseness there, a life, a need. And most importantly, his hands felt graciously gentle, like he held a puppy whose ribs were as thin as salmon bones. Yet the potency of a stacked chest, rolled deltoids, and bulging biceps, trembled under his bar-hardened palms. His touch became a fireman's retrieving her from a burning window or a sea captain's lifting her onto a life boat. 

And then she allowed herself an instant in his eyes, into his blue rigid stare that had lightened, lightened until the detail of his irises showed so clearly she swore they were sliced from a single round geode. And after avoiding this macho freak for a whole school year, she suddenly saw the truth behind the big, scary guy. Of course he was dangerous-he was made of the same stuff as heroes, and heroes required danger, and during the mundane moments of American life wouldn't they be forced to create their own? 

His head came close, like in for a kiss close, but then he followed to the side of it, and whispered in her ear. "I'm not sure how this is going to go, but here it goes-I asked Lorelai here tonight because I knew you'd come with." 

He backed his head away, and continued to perfect his humbling smile. He was letting her figure out his meaning for herself. She had, but it was too much to take in, and her eyes circled over his like a scratched record. 

On the next step the dancing couple turned a quarter ways, a spotlight the color of the morning sun appeared behind Brad's head, and her eyes thinned in its brilliance. She was a fertile valley and the sun breeched a precipice, green pig's tails pierced the black soil and uncoiled into recognizable plants, and then came trees shooting bedside them, and millions of flowers unfurled in all directions. All the spotlights overhead and even the flower projector seemed to aim on her. It was getting warm in the long room. She began to say just that but cut herself off when she realized how cliché it sounded. 

If they were alone, she would've said, "Dance with me all night," but Lorelai was a few feet away. The tingling lushness overwhelming Jill was meant for Lorelai, poor betrayed Lorelai. She couldn't do this to her, she just couldn't. 

Brad then leaned his head forwards again, and this time he came in for the kiss. She didn't flinch, and it happened without her saying a word. 

When her eyes opened, Albee stared at her. He'd just pushed Brad away from her lips. Lorelai was a few feet back, mouth agape, betrayal weighing on her face under her blonde crown of braids. 

Albee spoke first, his wispy voice now full of fluttering high tones. "What are you doing?" 

Brad set the back of his hand against Albee's chest and pushed him aside. "Just give me a minute, Albee." 

Albee refused, pushing back into his shoulder. Jill pleaded with him, "No!" 

Brad's eyes went dark. And just like that, like a hypnotist had snapped his figures, Brad was Brad again. He pushed Albee. He pushed him a second time. Lorelai joined Jill in pleading "No," but now to Brad. He gave one final push, sending Albee smacking into a boy's back and landing off the dance floor. Brad stepped through the crowd, fear blasted over Albee's face. He stood up and ran. He ran for the door. He made it. The other couples, and even Steve, stared like they'd witness a jack-ass prank, giddily fiending on the poor boy's humiliation, sucking in juicy fodder for year-book autographs. 

Brad turned around with his arms in the air like he couldn't believe the audacity of Albee, but Jill was already running past him, burgundy pumps in hand. 

Albee was breathing hard in the middle of the parking lot. She went to him. She said all the comforting things she could think to say. They got a ride from her mom. And as Albee slogged his way to his front door she felt horrible. She should've let him spend his Saturday night like any other-at home. 

She had no idea what to say to Lorelai. But as it turned out, she didn't need to say anything. The next day Lorelai called her, and the instant Jill heard her voice, cool and languid, low and breathy, words strung between sighs and humming, she knew Lorelai had left with Brad, and was forcibly sounding like the woman she'd become. 

There was no need to bring up the kiss, whatever Lorelai saw was trumped by her sleeping with him. Jill managed to get excited for both of them, allowing Lorelai to continue playing it cool. It took swallowing a lump of envy to do it. That was easy, though. Not so easy was ignoring the screaming voice of reason blaring in her skull. You dumb idiot, didn't you see what he did to Albee? Even if he didn't try to kiss me, you still will never control a guy like that. Not you, not little-ole, sweet you. And then, turning her superiority onto herself-Um, tried to kiss you? 

Lorelai called him later that day, and he didn't pick up. By nightfall Jill's role was to reassure her. By midnight Lorelai's cool womanly voice had broken apart with the first round of tears. 

She didn't show up at school on Monday, and Jill saw Brad in the hall, hanging with his little group of party thugs, smiles all around. He spotted her and put up a smirk that worked on so many levels she had no idea how to interpret its meaning. Most likely it meant that's-what-you-bitches-get. 

Silence is how he let Lorelai know she'd been fucked and forgotten. He left one text on Monday, "Great night Saturday, thanks," and then nothing. She'd basically been tossed out with the condom. A week passed before she returned to school and faced her classmates. And then it took all summer and two more boys between her legs before Lorelai let it go. 

Both Jill and Lorelai walked outside the halls to get to their classes the last month of school. Brad was just a cruel bully, and the instant Jill dropped her guard people got hurt. There was no shame in being afraid of someone like him. Brad was to be avoided, period. Period! 

*** 

Zach didn't look nearly as concerned as she'd hoped. "No I get it. Pushing your date was a fucked thing to do. He ruined your prom." He half chuckled out of the side of his mouth. "He probably had a crush on you, which is understandable." 

She hadn't told him about the kiss, so why would he think that? "It had nothing to do with a crush. I keep telling you, it's because he's an insecure bully, Zach." 

"I admit it was way, way uncool, but..." He swept away a loose bang just left of her eye. "OK, I want you to forget everything you know about him for one second and just hear me out." 

"You think I'm being silly, but I'm not." 

"I do not think that." He kissed her head, sinking his lips into her wavy auburn curls. "I just want you to see the bigger picture." 

Jill had stroked Brad's cheek that morning, and recalling prom for Zach reinforced what a bad an idea it had been. What if Brad tried to push Zach away with the back of his hand? Zach wouldn't run for the door, that much she knew. 

"I can't tell you what to do, but I'm worried about you. He's a bully." 

"He's being sued. I'm sure he got his wakeup call. And you're missing the bigger picture." 

"Zach..." Her mouth hung open, silent. She was about to repeat herself and sound condescending. The only effective way to reach Zach was to embrace his energy and help shape it. Steer it in another direction. "Fine, what is the bigger picture?" 

He took hold of her hand. "The guy he works for-" 

"Salami?" 

"Yeah, Salami." He chuckled. "He actually told you about him? How he got his name?" 

She shook her head. 

"Good, you wouldn't approve. Anyway, Salami is partnered with the promotional company handling the Forum and the Long Beach Sports Center. He searches out the facilities and escorts performers around. Brad got to hang in a room with Imagine Dragons last month. Not that I give a shit about Imagine Dragons." 

"So that's it, he can score free concert tickets? That's the big picture?" 

"Babe, I'm in a band, remember? He's a direct connection to promoters." 

She hadn't remembered, at least not in that moment. Her forehead sank. She was happy he was in a band, but not so much so that she ever saw it factoring into their future. He was a graphic designer who played ska-reggae on the side. And she actually preferred when it was just him playing the acoustic, seated on the edge of their bed, trying out a new song, while she lay across the bed watching his fingers work the strings and his sexy lips form every drawn out syllable. But he needed a band, he really did, and it was terrible how far that slipped from her mind. 

"Do you really think he can do something for you? I mean, for the band?" 

"He recruited a couple guys from AEG into one of his cross fit classes. I thought I might sign up for one. Meet up with them, see if we sync or sink. Worst thing that happens is I get in better shape, right?" 

"So you're taking his class?" 

"I'm thinking about it, you want to do it as a couple?" 

"No thanks." 

He cradled her head, kissing her auburn waves again. "That's fine. Brad seemed to think you were in good enough shape as it is." 

She pulled away from his arms. "Oh really? What exactly did he say?" 

"He said he busted you walking through the house last night. And that you upstaged his date and pissed her off." He smiled, finding it funny. 

Flattery burned her cheeks, and a slug of horniness burned inside her G-string. She didn't care what Brad thought, but her blood, skin and joie de vivre had a different opinion. 

"I can't believe you and he talked about... That was embarrassing enough, and now..." 

Zach smiled, and it was Brad's same cocky smile. Only it was creepy on him. Her boyfriend was starting to emulate the jerk. Only then did she understand how enamored with the guy he was. His new, tough, womanizing buddy. 

"It wasn't all bad. Hey, he told me you got all Johnny Cochran on how he can fuck the guy sewing him. Really, he made it sound like you'd finally warmed up. That true?" 

Warmed up enough to stroke his cheek? Had he told Zach about that? 

"I only helped because when the lawsuit goes away so does he." 

"True." 

The cocky smile hung around and finally Jill addressed it, "What? What are you dying to tell me?" 

"He said I should get you a pair of Loubs. That the long heel would work magic on your legs. They'll pump the calf up like it's pregnant." 

She flashed on Brad kneeling before her, slipping a red bottomed pair of black Loubs onto her feet in an adult version of Cinderella. 

In the brief moment she looked to her bare feet, Zach came at her, his lips crushing over hers. His tongue glided past her teeth, traveling over her tongue and around. A wet, hot, moist kiss. His hand slid up her side and trapped her breast. He gave her firm tit a firm squeeze, the soft, T-shirt-covered flesh escaping out the sides. 

"Fuck I want you right now." 

"You're drunk." 

"A little." 

He was moving on top of her, positioning his hips between her legs. This was going to happen. He had the need bad. 

So did she! 

His erection ground against her pussy through jeans and corduroy, the tough fabrics causing it to feel even stiffer. 

"How long do we have?" 

"Before Brad comes? He just stayed behind to watch the final quarter." 

His hardon grazed her pussy once more. 

"Fuck it, let's go." 

Zach stood, swooped her up from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. He set her down and she swept the scattered clothes off their bed and onto the floor. He removed his leather belt with a zip-line sound and pushed her onto the wrinkled comforter. 

Moments later he was between her thighs, both of them naked from the waist down, his penis hard and thick inside her. Her palms and pink fingernails pressed against his chest as he held himself above. 

It'd been so long, and she so missed his hips colliding against hers. Her torso and legs jerked, as her knees folded so her heels rested beside his knees. Her hips bucked right back against him, consuming him entirely and shoving his weight upwards again. His eyes sharply fixed on hers, brown and wide, intense and steady. And then he shut them, leaning his face against her cheek. 

It was just starting to feel really good-her nervous system unifying, so that every thrust of his cock sent a warm, satisfying innervation all over. Her flexing belly, bouncing breasts, shoulders, arms, legs, forehead, everywhere received the same feverish fluctuation in heat-and then came the rumble from outside their one small window on the west wall. It was the teeth rattling growl of Brad's big, black Suzuki. 

Immediately she recalled how it felt to have that engine purr like a lion between her legs as she held onto Brad and tore down PCH. And as the bike now approached, it became a foreboding roar. 

The window glass quivered as the sound continued alongside the apartment complex, becoming so invasively loud its grinding rhythm seemed to override her pulse. Her arms collapsed as Zach stabbed into her pussy, and she audibly exhaled towards the wall behind her, presenting to Zach a view of her long stretched out neck. 

Brad! 

Big bad Brad was on his way. Coming for her. 

Zach interlaced his fingers with hers and planted her hands next to her head. His hips rose and fell, and hers followed their lead. The first hint of an orgasm then wriggled to life in her abdomen, the approaching motorcycle cracking it loose. Her body burned for more. It needed to come. Every other thing in her life took a distant back seat to the knot of euphoria forming inside her greedy body. 

The motorcycle came to a stop in the parking lot, and suddenly there was also fear. With Brad there was always the chance his violence would come uncorked, and she feared for Zach. Adrenaline leaked in alongside the pleasure, her jaw quaking, her breath buzzing, and she became desperate to increase Zach's teasing, slow pace. 

She began to buck faster against him but he reached down and steadied her hips with his hand. "I'll come, and I'm not ready, I need to feel you a little longer." 

What he really wanted was for them to be making love when Brad came through the door. He wanted to show off by doing the girl who upstaged his date. And despite her fear she wanted that too. In fact, she wanted more of Zach than he was giving. Brad should hear her scream, and know that her boyfriend was taking care of her needs. He would lose interest then. He wasn't the type for sloppy seconds. He wouldn't wait around for another man's table scraps. The big macho cliché would never put feelings ahead of pride, and his flirty little game with her would end and he would finally move-the-fuck-on. 

She heard the door open, just as Zach thrust forwards, his tight ass clenching. Her mouth shot open, but it was a silent interjection, tempered by her inherent modesty, which had finally returned. It set butterflies loose at the mere thought of her being overhead. Little-miss-goodie-two-shoes would die if anyone knew what she and Zach were getting up to. 

She stared intensely into Zach's eyes and tried again, thinking only of his cock gliding into her pussy. She opened her mouth, but the butterflies swarmed about inside her and nausea warred against her pending orgasm. It also made her neck tense up and forced her toes down, popping out her calves like a pair of Brad's "Loubs", were strapped to her ankles and feet. Her throat creaked, but barely a hum escaped. 

She bucked her pelvis hard to the slow rhythm of Zach's thrusts, and her hands found enough strength to pull on his ass in a plea for him to drive deeper inside her. His ass and thighs were toned from rollerblading. He surfed too, but never in front of her, and she suspected he wasn't very good. He preferred lying on the sand even when she'd run splashing into the waves for a swim. Surfing was an image thing, like how he wanted to legally change his name to "Zax". But the roller blading was enough for the roundness of his slender thighs to break into planes during action. She savored the feel of his lean form on top of her, and thinking only of that ass and his stiff dick-going in, staying a beat, and then back out-she again opened her mouth, a moan finally rising in her throat. But just as it came free, Brad spoke aloud in the other room, and her stomach seized up and cut it off. 

"What's up Salami?" 

Shit! Shit! Shit! He was on the phone. 

She pushed Zach off her and then straddled him, kissing his face as she climbed aboard. She wasted no time and began bouncing her juicy taut ass down onto his dick, fast and determined. Goddamn it felt good. Zach warned once more that she'd make him come, but she wasn't about to stop now. 




Moving In



You can hate it when the move is on. New town, no friends, pack it and unpack it. Misery personified. I hate to move, But:

The last box was out of the car. The truck was empty and gone and a new phase of life was about to begin. The divorce was over, the later romance had subsided and I was tired as hell as I sat down to look at the boxes and noting the cruel fact that not one thing was in the right place. The door bell sounded. 

“That is all I need.” I mouthed to myself as I looked out the front window and saw nothing. I rose and went to the door, opened it cautiously and saw a petitie older woman with a tremendous bustline that she was not hiding from me or the world.

“Hi, ya’ll” she blurted out with accompany smile and deep south drawl. “My name’s Jerry, with a J. A’m just two doors down and Ah wanted to know if you would like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?”

Thank goodness she didn’t offer tonight. The body is tremendous, but my god I am tired right now. “That is most thoughtful,” I undrawled back. “Tomorrow would be very nice. How many doors down?”

“Ahm in the middle townhouse in the next unit. How about 6 pm,” she drawled one more time. Jerry turned and moved back down the short walkway. My goodness, what a body. How old can she be with that body. Her legs look like the legs of an 18-year old. The only thing that looked old was her white hair. Neatly done, but white nontheless.

“Jerry,” I said with some force and it made her turn. “I’m sorry. My name is Dick, with a D.”

“Oh, I knew that. Ya’ll come in from Washington, DC aren’t ya?” 

She didn’t wait for an answer, but I could see the slight smile as she turned the corner and headed for her house. 

Sleep was easy and the morning came quickly. I made one early decision. Don’t try to do the whole thing in one day. That settled I negotiated the day quite well, stopped at 5:15 pm. took a shower, got into a pair of shorts and a golf shirt, my sandles and no socks. 

I rang the bell at 6 pm on the button. Only seconds elapsed and the door opened and I knew it didn’t matter what she was going to feed me, it was going to be straight pleasure just looking at her.

Jerry was, I found out quickly, a southern belle with a penchant for vodka and orange juice, tipped the scales at 105 pounds, admitted to being just over 5’1” and was, she proudly announced, 61.

“God, you don’t look 61 in the face and hardly over 18 with the body,” I offered, being more thruthful than flattering.

“That’s so nice,” She came back with the full drawl in motion. “Ahm going to like you. Now, what ya’ll want to drink? Some vodka?”

“Don’t drink,” I blurted out. 

“What? You a preacher type?”

“No. I used to be very good at drinking. Many years of practice, then I realized I didn’t like the taste, so I quit. No big deal, just didn’t need it anymore.”

“Okay,” she said with a tone of relief. “I can buy all that. Pepsi okay?”

“That’s fine, that or ice tea.”

“Great, you’ve got some southern in ya after all. Ice tea, sweet, it is. Now its my turn, give me the statistics.”

“I thought you knew all that already and you didn’t give me all of your statistics anyway.”

“38 DDs”

“Okay, 6-0, 230, 64 and it gets hard.”

I sat down and looked at her as she dealt herself another vodka and juice, turned to the oven to check the fixins. 

“It will be about 10 minutes so lets talk . No drawl, so where did you grow up?”

“Ahowah,” I blurted out trying to fake a drawl. “Okay, Iowa. Little tiny town that I escaped from.”

I was having trouble keeping my eyes off the bustline and she was quite aware of it. Small talk got us to the dinner, a delightful southern meal, prime rib, sweet potatoes, string beans and all.

I leaned back from the table, took one more swig of the ice tea and started to gather the dishes, intending to take them to the counter as a show of gratitude for a very nice meal.

Jerry interrtuped. She had undone two buttons on her blouse before leaning over the table to scoop up the dirty dishes. My eyes were riveted and she smiled. She took the dishes to the counter and then moved into her bedroom, out of sight for a few seconds. I looked down to see if my cock was at attention. Didn’t want to embarrass myself.

Jerry backed out of her room, bent over like she was dragging something behind her. Then she stood up straight and slowly turned around. The blouse was completely undone, the tits were bulging out of her bra and she has formed the sexiest little grin.

“Time for desert.” she said. 

I just sat there and looked. 

“Ya’ll want desert don’t you?”

She grabbed my hand, stood me up and headed for the bedroom. My thoughts became a jumble, but the first thing that came to mind was southern hospitality. This must be what they keep bragging about?

Jerry turned, slipped the blouse off her shoulders and I brought her back to me. The kiss was good, but really not that important for either one of us. Just to feel those tits against my chest, shirt and all, was what I wanted. She moved her body from left to right and back to the left, tantelizing me with that feel of the nipples. I backed up and threw off my shirts and brought her back to me again.,

The kiss was longer and more relaxed this time. Her lips parted and my tongue did its own exploring. He was on her tip toes, Head reaching up as I leaned over to match the lips. She continued to move her upper body on my chest and stomach.

“Wait,” she mumbled. “Ah want the bra off. Ah want the same feeling you are getting.”

It was done and we moved to bed. She got rid of her shorts and had not panties on. That’s being ready, southern style, I guessed.

She had me on my back and hovered over me with a few instructions.

“Ground rules,” she said. “Ah like everything. Ah like 69, Ah like to suck cock, Ah like to have my pussy sucked and my nipples and then Ah want to be fucked. Don’t worry about cumming, I”ll get you ready again.”

No answer was needed.

She rolled over on her back and I started with her lips, briefly. The mellons were way to much for me to ignore any longer. I let my lips move off the mouth, moved one hand to the left breast and then let my tongue hunt for it, rather slowly. 

I took both hands to that breast and then gently sucked the rising nipple and her hips jerked.

“God, Ah love that,” she moaned. “Once you hit the nipple Ah can feel it in my pussy. Like it runs right down. Keep it up.”

I said nothing. Its hard to talk with a 38DD sticking in your mouth. I let my tongue get more aggressive. Around and around the nipple it went, then down into the cleavage and looking for the other tit. It was easily found and the nipple had already risen for attention. One lick and her hips jumped again.

Jerry’s hands finally started to move as I sucked nipple, seeking my cock. Once found, I could do nothing but feel that soft hand slowly move up and down the shaft, not stroking it, but massaging it with soft, ultra-sexy touches. I made no move to distract her attention.

One free hand moved down her body and sought out the clitorus. I wanted her to know I knew how to massage, as she was doing to me.

“Move around,” she said. “Lets get serious. Ah want to 69 with you, to taste your fluids and let you to taste mine.”

I didn’t bother to answer. I just did it and I could feel the royal warmth of her mouth as it encased my cock. It felt so good. I used both hands to separate pedals of her pussy, found her clit with my mouth and then alternated kissing the little monster and probing the pussy with my tongue. The heat was rising and I didn’t want to cum so quickly.

“Jerry,” I said with what I thought was an even tone of control. Let me fuck you right now, I want that first orgasm inside you.”

She said nothing, releasing my cock from her mouth and shifting her body away from me to be on her back, those gorgeous tits staring at me.

I moved between her legs and she opened without delay, took my cock in her hand and guided it to the glory spot. Very slowly I let it move into her, savoring every feeling that can come from such an entry. There was no big push, just a slow, throbbing entrance and her hips started rotating as I got deeper inside her. It was heaven for both of us. 

“Ah want you to start quickening the pace,” she said. “And suck my tits while you’re at it.”

I said nothing. There was only pleasure to be earned by performance for both of us. The pace did get into high gear. Her hips started to react to movement, pushing up with a quick movement as I plunged back into her. Then, the slow, sensitive pulling back out for both of us, It may have been the mosts sensual movement of the night, then pushing violently back at each other, then the sliding away that make every sensory feeling reach its peak.

There was no more talk. The sounds came from the cock pounding in with her juices paving he way and we quicked the attack on each other. Her legs came together on my back as she used a piston motion to rise to the cock. I could take it no more as the first orgasm was a bolt of lightening inside her. 

“Oh, my,” her drawl was coming from deep inside. “What a load. When was the last time this happened to you?”

I said nothing, but kept jabbing at her until I could see her face redden, he lips came apart and a small gust of pleasure came from her mouth. The juices increased and ran down her ass and mine. She was flooding the sheets.

I fell to the side of her and we both grabbed for air in our lungs and tried to relax.

“You didn’t answer me,” she said. “How long?”

“Two years.”

“What?”

“Two years. I haven’t had sex for two years.”

“So what do you think now?”

“Hell, I may be afraid to go out in public. If the rest of the women are like you I’ll have a constant hardon.”

Jerry smiled. 

“Ah’m giving you five minutes of rest, go pee,” she ordered. “Its time for more desert. Ah just need another vodka and orange.

“Hell, you need some catching up, boy.”

Jerry bounded into the kitchen and I could hear the ice cubes rattling in the glass.

“Hey, bring me some ice in a dish. Its my turn to treat,” I replied as I moved to the bathroom to follow her orders.

(To be continued)



Moving In



"I hope this damn thing doesn't hurt your back. It's not exactly new." Annie looked with concern at the old brown plaid couch. 

"It'll be fine," Steve said. He dropped his blue duffle bag on the floor and wrapped his arms around her. "Seriously Sis, thank you so much for letting me stay with you. I really needed to get out of that small town and into the city, where things happen."

Annie hugged him back. "I'm just glad you're here. It'll be good to have family around. I love my roommate, Mark. He's like another brother to me, but you and I share a history. Nobody else quite gets my jokes like my little brother."

She stepped back, ruffled his dark brown hair with her fingertips and smiled. Annie and Steve were four years apart and she had treated him like her own personal doll from the time he was born, keeping watch over him and telling her mother what to do for him in a way that had exasperated her mother at times. Annie and Steve had a connection that nothing could break. 

One of the two bedroom doors opened and Mark stepped out. "Oh, great! You're here! Welcome to our humble abode!" 

Mark crossed the distance quickly with his long legs and Steve put out his hand to shake but Mark just took it and pulled him in for a hug. 

"Annie has told me sooo much about her little brother. We're so happy to have you here." Mark stepped back and beamed. 

Steve just smiled bemusedly. "I'm... glad you feel that way and that I'm not putting you guys out."

"Absolutely not," Mark replied with a wave of his hand. "You are welcome to stay here as long as you like. Now, it's already six o'clock. I insist on taking you both out for dinner. Chinese?"

Annie looked at Steve and he nodded. "Sounds great to me."

"Okay, there is the most fabulous little place two blocks down. You're just going to love it."





Moving In



It all began when I finally had the chance to buy my first house, I was now 29 with a good career it was time to find a home to raise my son (I assume you had your son then). The first house is exciting, perhaps more so then any other in your life, just because it's your first. My first house was beautiful to me, but like a lot of first houses it needed some repair and TLC before I moved my family in.

So after settling and officially owning this house I spent a lot of time there, mostly alone, working on the remodeling. A number of times a friend would come with me and help. Although I had been there a number of times, I had not yet met many of my new neighbors. Since it was a quiet neighborhood, I assumed most of them kept to themselves.

Every time we came to the house we would bring what ever we could fit in the car, so that by the time the house was ready we would not have that much more to move. I decided to store a lot of those boxes of belongings in the basement so they would not be in the way of the work I was trying to accomplish. 

One weekend I ended up staying at the house by myself. I wanted to try to get it all done as soon as possible I was dying to actually move in. So I brought some old shorts and sweat shirts to work in and started early that first morning in the basement trying to organize everything. It's amazing how much 'stuff' I had accumulated over the years, until I saw most of it spread out in the basement I never realized just how much stuff I had.

Even though the basement was a decent size, my boxes of possessions made movement there very tight. The walkway I had been able to create was barely wide enough to accommodate one person.

As I was working in the basement later that morning I heard someone knocking at my front door. I set down the box I was working with and went upstairs to see who was here. It was my neighbor from next door. He had been out for an early walk and forgot his key. He was probably in his mid 60's or early 70's, and he was in pretty good shape, I guess his walks were good for him. I asked what I could do to help. He said if he could use the phone to call his daughter, she had a spare key and could come let him in. I showed him the phone and waited t see what happened.

Since I wasn't expecting anyone I wasn't dressed for company. I had on some old gym shorts and a stained t-shirt. Naturally being alone and working in a dusty basement I was more concerned for comfort then entertaining. It wasn't until I notice a bulge in the old man's crotch that I realized my outfit was probably a bit too risque for company, especially male company.

When he got off the phone he told me his daughter could not get there for at least two hours and he said he did not know what he was going to do. Told him he was welcome to wait for his daughter in my house if he wanted, but I could not entertain him I had a lot of work to do in the basement. I did however make some coffee and toasted up a few bagels I had in the house and we chatted as we ate. Then I got up to go back to the basement.

As I was walking away from him, I realized that although my shorts fit fine, the elastic in the waste band had worn out and my shorts continually slid down over the top of my ass showing some of my panties. I had to constantly pull them up and I wished I had brought some other clothes with me. Additionally I had decided not to wear my bra as I worked so I would be more comfortable. Unfortunately with my 36 C breasts covered by only a tee shirt I was too underdressed for company. I need to get to the basement and just focus on the job I needed to do.

Well, my neighbor insisted that he give me a hand with my work. He said because I had been so kind to allow him to wait at my house he would repay my kindness by helping me in the basement. I had to accept his offer, and be neighborly, but I knew how tight it was in the basement and I wondered if we could both fit.

As we moved the boxes we were always passing one another in those tight spaces. Just about every time we passed he would take the opportunity to rub his erect cock against me, either my ass or thighs whatever was available. With each contact I could feel that he was getting harder. He played dumb, like he did not know what he was doing, trying to make everything seem natural.

I didn't want to be rude and ask him to leave, I could use the help and he would be my neighbor once I moved in. As we continued to work it got more obvious that he was excited and was enjoying all this contact. I continued to just tried to ignore it but when I quickly glanced in his direction while he was moving a box on linens I could see the tip of his dick coming out the hem of his shorts. It seemed to be struggling to be free. I had to laugh at that, I thought it was funny. I continued to work but I noticed that if I bent over to get something he would slide up behind me and intentionally rub up against me. I was also annoyed at having to be constantly pulling up my shorts.

Thankfully we were almost through. As I tried to move a box and when I did the stack of boxes behind it started to fall. I immediately stood up straight and kept the boxes from falling. I could not move or the entire stack would fall. As I was pinned to this position, my neighbor came behind me, supposedly to help me. But all he seemed to have an interest in was pushing his dick into me. 

I guess it a great positions for him to also push the boxes and stuff up, but my worries weren't over since I was using both hands and we were too busy thinking what to keep everything from falling and breaking I realized that my shorts had fallen partially off me ass. In order to try to stop that I was forced to spread my legs like you would if arrested. 

I guess this position looked like a wonderful opportunity as my neighbor, still at my back, my shorts were half off, his dick was poking into the crack of my ass and he was now commenting on my hair and how good it smelled and how funny it was that these boxes were in danger of falling.

I was in a predicament, I could feel he was pressing and pushing his crotch closer and more into my ass. Then he started doing some very faint movements but I realized he was humping my ass trying to get himself. I knew if he wanted he could have pushed the boxes back upright, but he was enjoying my predicament and he wanted to take advantage of it. 

As we tried to push the boxes back up, he tried to hold the top half while I worked to straighten the bottom. When I thought it would hold I told him to let go and when he did he put his hand on my waist like he was trying to move me to the side. I was a bit afraid that he was going to do something and did not realize that the stack of boxes was falling again. I knew I would not be able to stop them this time and move to the side to get out of the way. As I did I tripped and feel on my hands, belly first on the floor of the basement.

To this day I do not know if he planed to or not, but he fell right on top of me his weight pinning me to the floor. His erection was so hard now that it was peeking out the top of his pants and it lay right between my ass cheeks. My gym shorts were still about halfway down my ass so he was able to feel the silk material of my panties. All of the boxes fell on us, thankfully they were filled with linen and other light weight materials so we did not get hurt.

So there we lay, him on top of me his dick laying in my ass crack, my shorts halfway down my ass, only my panties between us and he took total advantage of that situation. He started to push himself up and as he did he also pushed his crotch into my ass. I could fell his dick poke me and I involuntarily reacted by clenching my ass cheeks. The involuntary movement seemed to excite him and he pushed in and poked me again and my ass cheeks again clenched. I think the clenching was my body reacting to my thought that this man was going to abuse me all the way.

Fortunately he got off me and I jumped up and straightened my shorts and he pulled his pants higher to cover his erect dick. I busied my self, by pulling the boxes away and trying to make some room to work and as he started to help me we both heard the knock on my front door. His daughter had arrived to let him in his house. I was so happy to have him gone, as I fix my gym shorts I felt a wet spot on the back of my as, come to find out I think he came of the excitement and I didn't realize. Thankfully he moved from the neighborhood soon and there was never another incident like this.



Moving In



Bags were packed, clothes tucked neatly away in suitcases. It would be the last time I saw the inside of the house, I kept thinking, as I made my way to my Wrangler, chucking bags in the back that would most likely block my view and risk me getting in an accident. It was going to be a long drive, and though he had emailed me a map to print out, I only knew two things about where I'd be driving: far, and south.

Excitement coursed through me as I drove like a drunk driver, anxious to reach my destination and simultaneously nervous beyond all recognition. School credits had been transferred, I'd sent my check in, and I'd even already sent him money to help pay for the rent this month. Still, it had all seemed like there was still a chance to back out if I got too nervous. But as I drove, with everything I owned, towards Arizona, I breathed deeply. No backing out now.

He had more power over me than anyone I'd ever met, and without him even trying. To be honest, I don't let anyone tell me what to do, except him. I listened to every word he told of me because I trusted him and had more faith in him than I'd ever put in anyone else. Thus why I wanted to live with him and for him to have me, completely and entirely.

These were the thoughts I let consume my mind as I drove, and I couldn't help but smile.

After a full day of driving, I was tired to say the least, but I had refused to sleep until I was in his arms. I called him at one point to get the directions to the apartment we would be living in, and he sounded almost as excited as I, his voice fast, stuttering over his words with anxiousness. We both couldn't wait for me to pull up.

He was even waiting for me outside when I finally did arrive, my car slowing as I planted it in the drive way. He opened my door before I even came to a complete stop, and his arms were wide open. I slid out of the driver's seat into them. So gracefully he caught me and pulled me close, and we stood like that, silently in each other's arms for several minutes. He pulled back only to place a kiss on my forehead and smile down at me, and I smiled back up at him before resting my head on his shoulder and letting my tiredness take over. I snuggled closer into him, and he half-carried me inside so I could see the place. It was just as he'd described to me, and I smiled happily looking up at him.

Reaching for his hand, I wrapped my fingers around his and pulled him towards the couch, where I motioned for him to sit before I crawled into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he was kissing my cheek gently, his lips moving closer and closer towards mine before they locked. Never before had a kiss been so passionate, our lips pressing forcefully against each other's and our tongues searching each other's mouths eagerly. I breathed deeply before pulling away and diving into his neck, kissing and licking the skin gently.

"We should christen the couch!" I say suddenly. "It's ours, and it will just prove that it'll be ours forever."

He smiled at me and pushed me down against the cushions, one hand on either of my shoulders as he hovered over me. "Whatever you say, my sexy little pet."

With a small laugh, I said, "I love you."

He looked at me suddenly very serious, his dark eyes focusing on mine. "I love you, too."

He placed a kiss then on my lips and again we were tearing at each other's clothes. With the sounds of cloth tearing, we undressed each other and laid on top of one another bare, our chests pressing against each others and our heads in the other's necks, our warm breaths on each other's skin. Our hands were on each other's asses, and he slapped mine playfully. My other hand ran down his side before coming to the front of his stomach and reaching for his member, stroking it slowly as his fingers dove inside my slit, his other hand clenching my ass and pulling it up towards him. As my thumb circled around his head, his two fingers pushed my lower lips apart and slid two fingers in. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, beginning to pump slowly. He slapped my ass, causing me to clench around his two fingers inside of me and I let a soft moan escape my lips.

He pushed me over so I was on my hands and knees. "Ass up, Pet," he told me as he clenched my ass in his hands, squeezing and rubbing them more aggressively. I did as I was told, raising my ass in the air and letting him move his member between my lower lips. I moaned as he slowly slid inside of me, down to the base of his hard cock, and he began thrusting in and out of me. My eyes drifted shut, and my mouth dropped open as he began to move. My hot, wet pussy was more than willing to have him pushing deeper and deeper inside of me, and I began my own pushes back into him, following the rhythm he'd started. We started off in a slower pace, increasing rapidly until he was ramming himself inside of me, and with each thrust the both of us let out grunts and moans. He still went, orgasm imminent, his body clenching, my mind going fuzzy, then straining further inside of me to fit more of his hard cock down me as he came. We both let out loud groans as my pussy spasmed around him, claiming this last bit of him.

He fell to the side of the couch as he reached for me, pulling me into his arms.

"Thank you," I whispered.

We lay entwined for some time, silent, just kissing and touching and sometimes sleeping lightly. It was the most calm, relaxing, comfortable sleep I had ever gotten. And for once, I didn't need to dream.



Moving In



I first saw Ann when I was carrying groceries into my apartment. She was moving in. I live in one of those horseshoe apartment buildings, with an open courtyard in the middle. Pool, BBQ pit, nice place. Anyway, I was balancing my groceries on my knee and unlocking my door when I heard the commotion. I turned to look and all I saw was her tan legs and blue running shorts. She was bent over, trying to pull something up the stairs. Quite a view of an incredible ass, I thought as I dropped my groceries and ran over to help.

"Oh! Um, thanks," she said, breathing heavily from the effort. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, plastering her blonde hair down. "My friend crapped out on me, and I'm stuck trying to get everything moved in myself."

I told her it was no problem, and let's get the loveseat up the stairs and into her apartment, then let me get my groceries put away and I'd help. Hell yeah, I'd help! She was hot, and anything I could do to get in good with a woman like that, I was down for it! We got her loveseat into her place, then she came with me to get a glass of water while I put my stuff away. Thank God I cleaned the place up the day before, because I'm not exactly neat. Anyway, she finished her water and I finished my groceries, and we headed down to the street where her moving van was parked.

She had a few big things left, including her dresser, bed, and a couple of tables. Some boxes, and what looked like garment bags. 

"I am, well I was, a model. But I'm going to law school now." She told me about how she dropped out of high school as a freshman and had private tutors while she traveled to photo shoots. Turns out, I had, um, well, pleasured myself to her pictures for about the past six years or so. I didn't tell her that, but seeing her just inches away, and knowing she was going to be my neighbor, I had trouble hiding my erection!

We spent the next two hours or so getting everything moved out of her van and into the apartment, just two doors down from me. I helped her get everything situated, then drove with her to return the van. We stopped on the way back to our apartment complex for a beer, her treat, before getting home and ordering a pizza. We ate and talked as I helped her unpack her kitchen and get her bed put together. Watching her fall back on it once it was all assembled, I almost lost it. So glad she had her eyes closed, so I could adjust my cock and pinch just below the head to keep from cumming. By the time she was ready to call it a day, it was almost ten at night. I offered her a cup of coffee and a movie at my apartment, but she told me she was too tired. She did give me a big hug for helping her, and the feeling of her perfect breasts, 34-C according to her model data sheets, kept me wide awake all night long.

A couple of days went by before I see her again. I swim every morning in the dinky pool we have. Twenty meters long, so I have to do a lot of laps to get anything out of it. It keeps me in shape, though, especially when I mix it with running several miles every afternoon and weights at the campus gym three nights a week. Anyway, she came out to go for a morning run just as I was getting out of the pool. 

"Hey, Ann! Getting settled?"

"Yeah, getting there. You swim in that pool?"

"Well, I flip a lot more than a regular pool, but it helps. Swim for an hour every morning, and even in this little thing I get a decent workout."

"Oh, okay. Well, I better go on my run. I have an appointment at the law school at nine."

"Want some company? I usually run in the afternoons, but you don't know your way around yet."

"No, I want to get going, and you'll be a few minutes. Besides, you just swam, you wouldn't be able to keep up!" She smiled and hit play on her iPod and started trotting, looking back and smiling before she left the courtyard. This time, there was nothing I could do about my hard-on: She was wearing those same blue shorts!

Friday rolled around, and every Friday some neighbors and I usually fire up the grill. I hadn't seen Ann too much, but once she smelled the charcoal she popped her head out of the door and asked what she should bring. 

"Whatever you want to eat and your sweet self," I shouted, instantly beating my ass for saying that. She laughed, though, and turned to grab something from the fridge. I watched as she turned, and maybe it was just my wishful thinking, but I got the idea there was no underwear under her shorts. Not the blue ones, though. If it were the blue, I think I could've seen.

She brought down two big porterhouse steaks. "One for my moving buddy," she smiled as she handed it over. Good thing, too. I was starving and my pork spareribs just took a tumble in the dirt. I cooked the steaks, the last items to come off the grill. Someone else had made corn and a salad, and Ann & I settled in for a nice steak dinner with the neighbors. She sat across from me and we talked, laughed, made a little eye contact. I offered her a beer and she gratefully took it, sucking down half of the very hoppy IPA I brought down for the meal. She look ed at the label and commented on it, which got me going. I'm a beer snob, and once I get going on it I just can't shut up. We talked about beer for a few minutes as we ate, the neighbors either quieting down and listening, or maybe they just faded away, as all I heard was Ann talking, eating, and nothing else.

I finished my steak and leaned back, resting my hand on the table as I turned slightly to face the rest of the assembled group. Ann picked up my plate and stacked it before returning to her seat. Her hand brushed against mine and I turned to catch a slight smile on her lips as she sat. I smiled back, feeling almost shy. After about 20 minutes, I finished my beer and noticed Ann was finishing hers.

"Want to help me with these dishes and grab another beer?" She jumped up and grabbed the dishes as I collected the empty bottles and motioned for her to lead the way. She walked up the stairs, giving me another fantastic view of her magnificent figure, and of course I tripped. I dropped the bottles, and I swear this was an accident... I ended up with my arms around her waist and my face pressed up against her ass. We both laughed as I turned beet red and collected the bottles, and this time I led the way lest I trip again.

She deposited the dishes in my sink as I opened the beer fridge and displayed my selection. She oohed and ahhed as she bent over to look at all the shelves and types of beers I had. Naturally, my eyes were all over her body, and I didn't notice her looking up at me for a few seconds. Again, I turned beet red as she laughed and shook her ass at me. 

"You seem to have a thing for my ass." Oh, she had no idea how right she was! She grabbed two beers and stood up to face me. "How about that run you promised me?"

"Now? We're kinda full of steak." She moved closer to me, close enough that I could smell the sun on her skin. 

"Then let's drink these and decide what to do for the rest of the evening." Words I had dreamed of hearing from her mouth for years, and here she is, uttering them to me. She smiled as she held up the two bottles and motioned to the couch. I closed the fridge and opened the bottles, handing her one as we walked to the couch. She moved over to look through my DVD collection. Oh, shit... I have two porno discs in there. She's going to find them, and in a moment she does. Thankfully, she just "Hmm"s as she skips over them to pick a decent action film. I power up the DVD player and TV as she puts the disc in, then settles down on the couch next to me. The movie begins, but neither of us are really paying attention. She brushed my leg with her hand, I brushed her hand with mine. During the slow scene in the movie, she rested her head on my shoulder, grabbing my hand and putting my arm around her.

We stayed that way through the rest of the film and through the credits before I decided it was time to make my move. I shifted slightly, prompting her to move her head and giving me the opportunity to touch her chin. I brought her lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss. She responds by returning the kiss, turning her body to mine and laying on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and began rubbing her back as we kissed on the couch. My hands started pushing up the back of her shirt, one hand rubbing her bare back as my other hand pushed down to her perfect, shapely ass, the ass dreams are made of. My cock was throbbing, straining to get out of my shorts, and I knew she could feel it. Her breathing got deeper, harder as she raised her body up to straddle me. As she moved, I pushed the front of her shirt off, and she helped me peel it off along with her bra. I began squeezing her breasts, sucking and licking the smooth, soft nipples and feeling them harden. She ground her crotch into mine lightly as I played with her breasts and her hands held me against her. I broke away from her breasts long enough to pull her lips down to mine, stopping for a moment to take my own shirt off. Skin to skin, we kissed on the couch for a while before our hands found their way to each other's pants.

She stood, my hands fidgeting with the button holding her shorts closed, and she let me undo it. I began sliding her shorts off but she stopped me, instead turning her back to me and bending over, showing my that perfect ass. Her pussy peeked out from between her thighs, damp already, before she stood and turned back to me. She smiled and moved to one side, sitting on the couch and motioning for me to strip for her. I slowly unbuttoned my shorts, trying to be sexy as I slid my clothes off. My cock sprang out of my shorts, slapping me in the stomach as I bent down to step out of my clothes. She giggled softly before I heard her suck in her breath. I felt her hand grab my cock as she pulled me closer.

Positioning herself on the couch, she leaned forward and stroked my cock a little. Short strokes at the base as she looked at the crimson head. I closed my eyes as she moved her face closer, and I felt her tongue lick it softly. She bathed it with her tongue before she slid the head between her lips. I felt her soft lips wrap around my cock, sliding slowly down until she met her hand and slid back up. So soft and warm, I felt my hands grip her hair as she slid back and forth. She twisted her head and lips around the shaft, sending bolts of pleasure through my body and giving me that slightly cool sensation in my stomach and hips. I felt the need to move, but resisted, choosing instead to look down at her head, and her ass just past that. I felt her hand slide off my cock, move across my thigh, and cup my balls. She slid one finger between my ass to rub that spot between my legs, and I started moaning and gasping. 

"Oh, yes, Ann, just like that!" I rolled my hips slightly as she began working further down on the shaft. I felt her nose press against my pelvis and her warm lips wrapped around the base of my cock. She slid slowly back up and off, looking up and smiling at me.

"You like this?"

"I love it."

She smiled and slid back down on my cock, her lips squeezing and sucking hard as she pulled back. After a few more strokes, I was afraid I was going to cum, and I wanted to hold that until later. I took her face and lifted her to her feet before laying her back on the couch. I put one foot on the back of the couch and her other foot on the floor and knelt between her legs. She didn't shave, but she kept things tidy on her pussy, and I couldn't wait to taste it. But before I did that, I ran a finger along the lips, feeling the wetness growing there and smelling the sweet scent of her body. Her hands pressed against her inner thighs as I moved my face closer. My hands moved to pull her lips open and show all of her pussy to me. I rolled the skin at the top back and found the dark pink piece of flesh which I knew would send her through the roof. I moved to lick it lightly before I slid my tongue down to her wet opening. I dug my tongue inside her to taste her body, and she tasted as sweet as she smelled. I licked the opening a little before sliding back up to her clitoris. I began sucking and licking her clit slowly as I pushed a single finger inside her. She felt tight around my finger, and I felt her squeeze lightly as I worked it in and out of her. Her clit throbbed between my lips as I licked and rolled it around, eliciting small moans from her mouth. I began to suck and push a little harder and her moans turned to groans and gasps. I knew her orgasm was building. I began to push my finger in harder, fucking her with my middle finger as I sucked her clit hard. Her hands moved to grip my hair as her thighs clamped on my head and I heard her cumming, breathing hard, grunting as her body shook. She went limp and I looked up to see her smiling and looking down at me. I rose up and slid up her body, kissing her as I moved up to her lips and fully intending to penetrate her in one smooth move when she stopped me.

"Wait, take me to your bed." I grinned and stood up before bending down and lifting her off the bed. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her into the bedroom and laid her down. I laid down beside her and began stroking her body as she caressed my face. She pulled me on top of her and began kissing me before she parted her legs.

"I've never gone this far," she said. I stopped, looking into her eyes.

"Are you sure you want me to? I mean, I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes," she whispered as her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips tilted upward to let me in. I pushed my cock against her lips, moving my hips to rub the head against her opening and get it wet. After a few strokes, I pushed it down against her opening and began slowly pushing it in. I saw her eyes close, she bit her lip and smiled, squeezing her eyes shut as I pushed slowly into her. I stopped halfway in and pulled back, almost completely out before I began sinking back into her. I did this several more times before I felt myself sink fully into her. I stayed there for a moment, kissing her lips before raising back up. She opened her eyes and looked into mine before she began rolling her hips around and squeezing my cock. The movements made her breathing rapid and deep and I knew she was working up another orgasm. I began to move with her, pushing my cock around inside her before pulling it out again. I pushed in smoother, faster, and she gasped as I hit home a little harder than before. I fucked her slowly at first, getting her used to the feel of a cock inside her before I started going a little bit harder.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" She moaned, eyes closed, scratching my back as I pumped my cock harder and faster inside her. I felt her body shudder as she came again, and the flood of juice allowed me to move faster inside her. Panting, I felt my balls begin to tighten as my stomach went cool and my body took over. In a moment, I felt my cock erupt inside her, filling her with my cum. Her hips pumped to take all of my cum into her pussy before I collapsed on top of her. My lips sought hers as I felt my cock begin to soften inside her. I rose up and off of her, moving down to look at her pussy and watch my cum trickle out of her. I dipped a finger into it and offered it to her. She sucked my finger clean before dragging a finger across my cock and tasting that as well. I moved back beside her and kissed her shoulder as she closed her eyes and curled up next to me. After about ten minutes she looked up ad smiled, kissing me once more before settling in and falling asleep.

The next morning, we kissed and played around a little more before showering and getting dressed for a run. Best six-mile run I ever had, especially since I was following her and telling her which way to go. I loved watching her ass move.

Oh, and for the record, she wasn't wearing panties that night.



Moving In



I was returning home from my morning jog when I saw them. Two of the sexiest men I'd seen in a while. They were unloading furniture from a moving truck next door. Apparently, I was getting new neighbors. The men were unloading a sofa when one of them, a handsome brawny man with silky salt and pepper hair yelled out to me,

"Looking good neighbor!"

Smiling at the compliment, I gave him a little wave and my best Jessica Rabbit come hither look as I walked to my front door. Did I mention he was over 6 feet and broad shouldered. Arms heavily corded with muscle, it was obvious he was used to heavy lifting. Yay for me! As a nicely rounded full figured gal, I'm out running every morning like clockwork to keep it tight. At 39 my 38DD's are firmly mounted on smooth abs, flared hips and an ass people pay top dollar to have. I tossed my towel into the laundry closet on my way to the living room. I stopped in front of the big bay window to get a gander at hottie number two coming out of the truck.

The sidekick was a looker as well, with inky black hair that took on a blue black hue in the sunlight. It was hard to tell if it was wavy or curly as most of it was covered by a red bandana and the rest hung down his back in a thick braid. It appeared damp with sweat as it rested on the back of his shirt. But who cares about a little sweat? I sure as hell didn't. I certainly wanted to run my fingers through those luxurious strands. 

Muscles undulated under bronze skin as he lifted each piece off the truck. His coloring appeared Mediterranean I thought. His sleeveless shirt was plastered to his skin giving me an eyeful of sculpted chest and abs. I watched the flex of powerful denim clad thighs as he bent to place an end table on the sidewalk. I imagined what it would feel like to have them between my legs as he pumped every last inch of himself inside of me.

"Whew...it's getting hot in this bitch!" 

I was already dripping sweat from my run and watching this Adonis was torture. I hadn't been laid in eight months! Yes, I was horny. Eager to lift this juicy ass and spread my cheeks for a breeze if it got me off. Hell, even when I was getting sexed on a regular basis sex with my ex was mediocre at best. So I was long overdue for a good hardcore fuckfest.

I looked down to realize I'd been massaging my breasts while staring at Sir Sexalot the whole time. My nipples were taut and standing at full attention for all to see. I ran in a sports bra sans t-shirt this morning and it was clear as day my pebbles were stimulated. 

"Jeez am I really this horny?" "Hell yeah!" my inner slut shouted.

As I removed my hands from my tits I looked up to see my wet dream looking back at me? Dark eyes bored into mine as a sexy smirk graced that bronze face. I was so busted! Caught lusting with hands full of DD's. What was worse, his silver haired partner chose that moment to reappear. Tall dark and handsome flashed pearly whites this time as he turned and walked away.

"What a nasty little girl you are Sydney," I said aloud. 

As I strode to the kitchen to retrieve bottled water from the fridge I decided I actually enjoyed being caught. More than a little even. Did that make me Syd McNasty? Nah, what's wrong with a little fun between neighbors, right? He sure seemed to enjoy the show. Just then I got an idea. I needed to stretch before I showered. What better place to do it than in front of the bay window with its bird's eye view of the moving truck.

"Noooo, that wouldn't be too obvious," I mused.

I sipped my water as I watched the two men. The object of my attention vanished back inside the truck while his silver haired roommate walked towards the house. I ached to run my fingers through the dark strands of his hair while they grazed my nipples as he suckled me. I imagined him pulling each neglected bud between his teeth as his stiff cock pressed against my entrance. I could feel my shorts dampen due to the lack of panties I neglected to wear. These delicious thoughts assailed my mind as I lay down on the window seat and stretched out my legs bringing one knee up at an angle. I lost all sense of decorum as I closed my eyes and began to massage my breasts once again.

This time, I raised my sports bra to rest above my luscious rack. As the cool air hit them, my nipples became hard as granite. The contrast of caramel breasts and chocolate nipples are one of my best features and I imagined what they'd look like pressed against bronze sun kissed skin as he rode me. As my imagination ran with this image, my hand slipped below the waistband of my shorts. I could feel my juices flowing over my fingers as I brushed the lips of my slippery pussy. I inserted one long finger to see if this would assuage the ache I had between my legs. Wanting to feel my cunt stretch to accommodate his girth I slipped two more fingers in and began a slow rythm in and out. 

With my thumb circling my clit, I had to widen my legs a bit more to receive the full effect of this thrusting. I could feel eyes watching me. This was confirmed as I cracked my lids ever so slightly so as to not give away the fact I was indeed cognizant of my audience of two. I watched the two men watch me fuck myself with deep even strokes in and out of my drenched hole. Now imagining both men taking part in my fantasy, I pictured one hot mouth at my clit sucking me hard and fast while the other man entered my slick heat from behind. The cock in my pussy was a welcomed intrusion as it stretched me to my limits and stroked my tight walls relentlessly.

There was no mercy to be had at the hands of these two. My mind reeled as I visualized my leg being lifted and spread wider to allow deeper penetration. My clit was now super sensitive from all the attention I was giving it. I pictured my silver haired lover's warm mouth savoring and consuming my pussy like it was his last meal. My mind went into processing overload as my body plowed full steam ahead to completion. At that moment my back arched off the seat as I felt myself squirting orgasmic creaminess all over my thighs. To add icing to the cake, I imagined McSexy pulling his dick out of my sweet honey pot and straddling my face while he emptied hot streams of cum down my throat. 

I became aware of sated moans as the haze lifted from my mind and my eye lids fluttered. I could still feel electric currents of pleasure running through my body as I came back to reality.

Opening my eyes brought me face to face with the gorgeous objects of my fantasy. Two men who now stood between my bay window and recently trimmed hedges. Both were now stroking their hard rods and looking for release. Since I was to blame for the agony on their faces, I decided to get up off my ass and put it to use as I walked out the door to perform my neighborly duties. 



Moving In



It was shaping up to be a nasty day, weather wise, when the furniture van pulled in next door. It was promptly followed by a nice little sedan pulling a rental trailer that seemed to be stuffed to the gills with junk, but were probably priceless possessions.

Two men climbed out of the cabin of the furniture truck and hauled open the doors, while this cute little button of a girl hopped out of the sedan.

It was pretty obvious who was in charge. The young woman was all over the place, and I could hear her voice carrying through the air as she directed the movers to place her furniture where it was wanted. There wasn't going to be any dumping of things generally and then shifted into position later if she had any say in it, and she had plenty to say.

Finally the van was empty, the men got their book signed off and the van was away. The button hopped back into her car and backed the trailer very neatly up the drive. I saluted her on that one. I can't back up a trailer. Don't know why, but they just revolt when they see me at the wheel.

The new owner, I assume that's who she was, hopped out of the car and looked at the trailer, hands on her hips. She seemed to sag slightly, definitely not looking forward to what she now had to do. What was worse, the rain was definitely threatening. Then she squared her shoulders and started undoing the trailer ropes.

I thought the time had come to be a good neighbour. I strolled over to the house next door, looking the young woman over with interest.

I made her to be about twenty, quite pretty, petite but with breasts that were surprisingly generous for such a small frame. She was dressed appropriately for the move, sneakers, yoga pants and a tight shirt. No loose flapping material to snag or trip her as she bustled back and forth. And I must say that her outfit showed off her figure in a most appealing way.

"I'm Leon, from next door," I told her, jerking my thumb in the direction of my place. "Why don't you wait at the door and I'll bring the things over to you. Then you can put them where you want them while I get the next items."

"I'm Annette," she replied. "Thank you, but I can manage."

"I didn't say you couldn't," I pointed out. "Now I don't want to be standing here arguing the point while the rains come down. Just do as I say and it'll all be over before you know it."

Reaching past her I picked up a couple of items from the trailer and started towards the house, Annette running alongside me protesting. When we reached the door I pressed the things into her arms, leaving her no choice but to take them.

She vanished inside to put them down and I returned to the trailer to grab some more stuff. By my third trip she's stopped protesting and was meeting me at the door to take the things and stow them away. Working together like that it didn't take long to clear out the trailer, and I was soon lifting the last item from the back of the trailer.

That last item was a large screen plasma TV, and just how she'd lifted it into the trailer and how she'd expected to be able to lift it out were a mystery to me. It was bloody heavy, and I didn't even try to pass it to her to put away. I just stepped past her, asking, "Where?"

She led me into her front room and indicated the TV cabinet in front of the main window. I placed the TV on top it.

"Wrong position for the TV cabinet," I told her. "It looks nice against the window, but the glare coming in during the summer will totally ruin your TV viewing. You might want to consider moving it to the other wall."

"It will be fine where it is," I was smartly told, "and I didn't really need your help, you know."

At that point there was a crack of thunder and the rain came. Not a gentle pitter-patter of falling raindrops but a nice little storm, complete with hail. I was probably going to get soaked just running back home.

I have to admit I smirked when the storm hit like that, and Annette gave me a frosty glare. She knew damn well that if I hadn't been helping she'd be standing out in that, only half unloaded.

"I suppose I should thank you," she said, reluctantly, looking at the rain coming down.

"No need to," I told her, "but seeing you insist."

I just grabbed her and kissed her, and she sure tasted sweet. The little vixen tried to bite me and was pounding on me with clenched fists.

When I took my mouth away she started on me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "Who do you think you are?"

"I'm Leon from next door," I reminded her, "and I was accepting your thanks. Just go with it and it'll all be over before you know it."

I started kissing her again, but this time when she tried to bit I was faster. I caught her lip between my teeth and clamped down firmly. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hold her prisoner.

Annette was still trying to pound on me and push me away, but not nearly as strenuously. I will say that she raised her efforts a notch when she found that I was pushing her yoga pants and her panties down, rolling them smoothly down her legs.

With Annette's things out of the road, I unbuckled my own trousers and pushed them and my undies out of the way. A hand clasped firmly on Annette's bottom drew her closer to me and she could feel my erection standing tall as it pressed against her stomach.

I could feel Annette pounding quite firmly against the back of my shoulders, and she seemed to be trying to pull her lip away from between my teeth. It was really quite awkward holding her like that without actually hurting her, and this wriggling wasn't helping.

I now had both hands clamped on Annette's cute little bottom and I was hoisting her up, letting her feel the drag of my cock against her pussy as I lifted. She was making strangled sounds, probably encouraging me, but I couldn't be sure.

When I estimated I'd lifted her high enough, I slid my hands from her bottom and down her legs, pulling them to either side of me as I went. This resulted in Annette finding herself straddling me, her slit just brushing my cock. Then I lowered her, letting her settle slowly onto me.

Knowing she'd want to wrap her legs around me properly, but would be hampered by the yoga pants and panties tangled around her knees, I slid one hand further down one of her legs, helping her free it of the material binding it.

Sure enough, as soon as her legs were free Annette circled my waist with them, using them to control her descent onto my cock. If I didn't know better I'd have thought she was almost trying to lift herself off it, she yielded so slowly.

Annette settled comfortably onto me, legs wrapped around me and arms clinging to my shoulders. I finally moved from holding her lips to kissing her again. After a moment she wrenched her mouth away from mine.

She was so enthralled by what was happening that all she could do was stutter and squeal. She was trying to say something but kept stuttering as my cock slid further in, and then the stutter would change to a squeal.

Seeing I didn't need to hold her in place any longer, I slid my hands under her top, looking for and finding a very nice pair of perky breasts. I was a bit surprised at this, for while her breasts were a pleasant handful, they were not the breasts advertised by her tight clothes.

"These are very nice," I told Annette, squeezing her breasts, "but where's the rest of them?"

She blushed at the question and looked away, so I decided to investigate further. I pulled her top and bra up and off to give me a closer look at my prize. Very nice breasts, she had, deliciously shaped and just the right size for her. I fished her bra out of the tangle of clothing in my hands and looked at it. 

There was more padding in the bra than Annette had actual breasts.

"Bad girl," I told her, giving a hard thrust of my cock, sinking it even deeper and making her squeal again. "This is cheating, and rather silly, too, as you have lovely breasts."

I bent my head down and bit one lightly, causing her to squeak. Grinning at her, I gave one last firm push into her, finally letting her body accept me completely.

I smiled at Annette and gave her the good news.

"You seem to be in a position where you can thank me properly," I murmured.

She looked slightly stunned when I said this. I don't know what she thought I was doing but finding I'd just been helping her into a position where she could thank me seemed to take her aback.

She seemed thoughtful, and picked her words with care.

"You," she said, enunciating her words with great clarity, "are stark staring mad and I am going to kill you, slowly and painfully. Take it out. Now!"

I couldn't help it. I laughed at her and gave her a little prod.

She yelped, telling me to not do that, then yelped again when I did it again.

"It's happening, Annette, sweetheart, like it or not, so you might as well cooperate."

"I won't like it," she told me, "and I have no intention of cooperating with you."

"OK," I told her agreeably. After all, I couldn't force her to either cooperate or like what was happening. That didn't mean I wouldn't go ahead and accept her thanks in my own way.

I spent the next few minutes standing there, bouncing Annette up and down while playing with her breasts as well. She protested a little at the start, but the protests were sort of offset by the little squeals she gave whenever I gave her a bigger bounce than usual.

When I felt the time was right I stopped bouncing Annette on my cock and just stood firm for a few moments. My stopping the bouncing did not, however, stop Annette from sliding up and down my cock. Her legs were still wrapped around me and she was flexing them hard, lifting herself up high and then relaxing to let herself drop down again, protesting all the while about what I was doing to her.

Annette suddenly seemed to realise that she was doing all the work and that I was just standing there enjoying it. She slowed to a halt and just sat there, wrapped around me with my cock up her pussy, helping to hold her in place. Then she called me a name I won't repeat.

I just grinned at her, grabbed one of her legs and unlatched it from around my waist, then took the other leg and lifted it high. This resulted in Annette rotating around my cock, still transfixed, but now facing away from me, held in place by her weight and my hands that had settled on her hips.

A few steps and Annette was bent over the arm of the couch. I let her feet settle onto the floor and her arms just naturally braced her in that bent position. Then I started pounding her hard, the first strong thrust raising a startled scream, while the following ones only rated squeals and gasps. 

I didn't mind. She was showing proper appreciation of what was happening, and her bottom was very quickly bobbing up and down in time to my thrusts.

Annette had apparently given up on her determination to not enjoy what was happening, and entered into the partnership with a certain amount of zest. It seemed she had decided that if her body was going to enjoy a little interlude, she was going to make sure it was the best interlude she could get.

Her bottom bounced up and down, eagerly accepting me when I thrust into her, holding onto me when I dragged my cock back for another thrust, and all the time she was squealing and squeaking and making appreciative noises, calling me loving names and begging for more.

OK, I'll admit they weren't exactly loving names, but it showed she was definitely thinking of me, which is only to be expected, I guess, when a woman has a man's cock inside her saying hi.

Also I'm not sure if saying, "Oh, god, finish it now before I go insane," is the same as begging for more, but I considered it was close enough."

Whatever, I could take a hint, so I set to with a will to make sure that Annette got the closure she was wanting. I quickened my pace, and Annette's squeals degenerated into a single wailing cry that exploded into a sudden scream as she climaxed. 

With her climax she shuddered and absolutely clamped her internal muscles around my poor cock, triggering my own climax and then milking me dry. 

Eventually we both calmed down and were able to stand easy. I'd zipped up but Annette didn't seem to be too worried about her lack of clothes. She just stood there, a cute and nude little pixie.

Before Annette could open her mouth I held up my hand and got in first.

"No need to thank me. It was my pleasure. Anytime you need help rearranging your furniture, let me know, I'll come and give you a hand. And before you say no, I'd like to point out that the TV really is in a bad spot, as you'll find out as soon as you watch it. Work out how you want things moved and I'll come over tomorrow to help."

With that, I was gone. It's not right to let a woman have the last word. They come to expect it.



Moving In and Moving On



I ignored my phone when it rang the first time, it was just going to be my very recently ex-boyfriend calling and I didn't want to talk to him. Not the most mature move on my part of course, but whatever. He needed to get it through his head that we were done.

A couple minutes my phone rang again, and again I ignored it. The third time I gave in and answered it.

"What!" I demanded.

"Hey Debbie, how come you don't wanna talk to me?"

As soon as he started talking I realized I'd been wrong about who was calling. Even if I hadn't recognized the voice only one person I knew was suicidally stupid enough to call me Debbie; my brother. He did it just to bug me too, when he thought he could get away with it.

"Thought you were someone else," I mumbled, as close to an apology as he was going to get.

"Well I guess it's a good sign that I'm not the most annoying person in your life right now," he said.

"Whatever. What do you want Jack?"

"Oh yeah. Um, do you think I could crash with you for a bit?"

My first instinct was that I didn't really want him around, but I knew that was only because I'd been sulking around my house for the past couple days ever since I became single again. It had definitely been the right call, but that didn't mean I was completely happy about it. Having Jack staying with me would at least distract me a little from my self-pity.

"Okay, fine. You can have the spare bedroom if you want it. When do you think you'll be here?"

"About, say, five minutes ago. Ish."

I repressed a sigh and levered myself into a standing position. Sure enough as I looked out the window I could see my brother's car in my driveway, and my brother too. He gave me a small wave with his free hand while he held his cell phone with the other.

"Door's unlocked," I said simply and hung up.

Pain in the ass, he always had been. Even now that we were both in our mid-twenties, you wouldn't necessarily know it by the way he acted sometimes. Not to the point of truly being an asshole or anything, he just tended to be a little too self-centered and oblivious to the world around him. Charming enough to get away with it too when you didn't know him well enough.

I heard my front door open and waited until Jack's footsteps got close before turning around and acknowledging his presence.

"You could have called ahead you know," I said.

"C'mon Deb, I was going to but I had a lot on my mind."

He flashed me that irritating smile he used whenever he wanted to disarm someone, a smile that I knew worked far too well on far too many people.

"Yeah right."

"Seriously. Tracy kicked me out and I'm kinda lost, you know? I'm pretty sure it's not gonna blow over either."

I softened a little since I could relate to that more than I wanted right now, even if I'd been on the other end of it. If I thought he wouldn't have a new girlfriend by next week I'd have been even more sympathetic.

"Well, sorry about that. It was probably your fault though."

"Probably," he agreed. "It's not like I meant to forget her birthday though."

I didn't bother attempting to hide my sigh this time.

"Dammit Jack, you need to stop doing shit like that. I know you usually get away with it, but... oh who am I kidding. I've been telling you this for years and you never listen."

"I know, I know. But hey, on the bright side we get some quality time right?"

"Oh joy. As if you're not going to be working on hooking up with some new hot girl who doesn't know any better."

"Nah, not for a while I don't think. Need a break. Besides it'll be nice to be around a hot girl who does know better, keep me on my toes."

He said it so casually I almost didn't clue in that my brother might have just complimented me. Sort of.

"Did you just call me hot?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep. Your boobs are looking especially nice today."

He grinned infuriatingly and I remembered that, since I hadn't been in the mood for going out of the house, I hadn't bothered putting on a bra. That fact was apparently a little more obvious than I would have liked.

Jack had carefully positioned himself out of range so I lunged at him hoping to catch him off-guard, but no such luck. He knew it was coming and started moving almost before I did, darting out of the room just before I could grab him.

Given a clear stretch I had no doubt he would have been able to keep ahead of me, inside my house he didn't have a chance. There were only so many places to run and he didn't know the layout nearly as well as I did. I could have just cornered him, but instead went for a more satisfying tackle as he slid on the kitchen floor.

We crashed together on the floor with Jack's head barely missing the edge of the counter. It was the kind of tackle that would have given mom a fit back when we were kids. She would have gone on forever about how dangerous it was to play like that in the kitchen, never mind how much he deserved it.

"Ow," Jack said after enough of a pause that I knew it wasn't serious. "I think my elbow's broken. That cupboard's hard."

"Good," I said. I got off him just enough to let him roll over but kept him firmly pinned to the ground. "Now what the hell were you doing looking at my boobs?"

"Can I help it if you're wearing a tight shirt? And your nipples... I mean come on, they're practically daring me to look."

I don't know what I expected, but I shouldn't have been surprised. Jack wouldn't back down until I made him.

I stood up and opened my fridge, probably confusing the hell out of my brother in the process. There was a partly-empty bottle of juice in there that I'd bought a few days ago and didn't even like that much. Perfect. It would make a mess, but it would be so worth it. Linoleum cleaned easily anyway.

Jack was just sitting up and looking at me questioningly when I turned back around and dumped the contents of the container over his head. He tried to push me away but was in no position to get any real leverage. Soon enough the bottle was empty and he was soaked.

He tried to give me a pitiful look as I crossed my arms in satisfaction, but he couldn't hold it and just started laughing. After a couple seconds I did too. It was so nice to have problems that could be resolved so simply. Childishly even.

"I missed you, you know," Jack told me.

"Yeah, me too. Even if you are massively irritating."

"You get bored without me around, don't pretend like you don't."

"Maybe sometimes. A little."

"Anyway, seeing as how I'm both wet and kind of sticky now thanks to you, mind if I use your shower?"

"Go ahead," I said, waving my arm in the general direction of the bathroom. "There should be towels in there, if not then you're out of luck."

There was a fair amount of juice puddled on the floor once he got up and I decided I really should clean it up instead of just leaving it. I wasn't much a fan of cleaning up my messes, but this one had been so, so worth it.

****

Jack took a long time in the shower, not unusual for him. I used to tease him about how much of a teenage girl his bathroom habits made him seem. When I was feeling particularly malicious I toyed with the idea of accusing him of jerking off in there, but I never actually brought it up.

It was by sheer coincidence that I was walking by when he finally emerged into the hallway; hair damp and shirt conspicuously missing. Annoying brother or not, I couldn't help noticing he actually looked pretty good topless. A lot more toned than I remembered him.

"Well you're making yourself at home quickly," I said.

He shrugged. "My shirt's kinda wet. And sticky. Dunno how that happened. It's almost like someone poured juice all over me."

"Weird," I agreed.

"Yeah, and my other clothes are all in my car still. Didn't have much of a choice."

I wanted to dig at him a little more, but I was distracted by strange thoughts flitting through my head. Like how it might actually feel good to hug Jack just to feel him pressed against me. That was getting kind of desperate considering it hadn't been that long since my breakup. Maybe I was taking it harder than I thought. I must have been if my brother was suddenly some kind of an acceptable candidate for that kind of physical affection in my mind.

Jack obviously had no idea what I was thinking, but he did notice when I hesitated and he tilted his head curiously.

"Well, whatever," I said, completely blanking on any kind of rebuttal.

I moved past him, making sure not to so much as brush up against him a little, and went straight to my bedroom. With the door safely closed and locked I curled up on my bed and tried to figure what the hell was going on with me.

It wasn't a big deal in some ways, he was my brother after all and I did love him, but that love usually manifested more as a punch on the arm that wasn't as hard as it could have been rather than hugging. Probably I'd just been shutting myself away by myself too much lately and I was starting to crave more than our relationship tended to offer. I just needed to get out more, that was all.

And if Jack happened to look better without a shirt than I thought he should, then that didn't matter either because it wasn't like that situation was going to come up a lot. I'd hardly ever seen him in a state of semi-undress that much back when we lived together before, that probably wouldn't change. Although... I almost wouldn't mind if it did. Just as long as I made sure to keep my urges in check then there was no harm in looking. He's the one who commented on my boobs after all. He started it.

I gave myself a few more minutes, then carefully stepped out of my sanctuary. I half-expected Jack to be right outside my door waiting for me, though I wasn't sure why he would be. He wasn't the one going crazy.

In fact he was in my living room watching tv, a hockey game it looked like, and draped casually across my couch. He still had no shirt on.

"Oh hey," he said once he noticed me.

"I guess we're still going with a 'shirts are optional' approach are we?"

Jack rearranged himself into a more normal sitting position.

"What, you want me to go grab my stuff like this? I mean, I don't mind but I didn't know if you'd want neighbours seeing me or whatever."

"It's not as though it's a bad look for you," I said as I sat down too.

"That... almost sounded like a compliment."

"I know. Weird day for both of us isn't it."

"Seriously though, is everything okay? It seemed like something happened earlier, back in the hallway, and I don't think it was anything I did. I usually can tell when I'm getting on your nerves."

"You're right, it wasn't your fault. I just... I broke up with my boyfriend a couple days ago. Part of me still wishes I hadn't. I'm a bit of a mess right now."

"Ooh, rough. Guess we're both in the same boat then. Sort of."

"Yeah, sort of," I agreed.

There was silence for a couple minutes and Jack turned back to the hockey game he had been watching while I pretended to as well. Instead of focusing on the game though I was mostly sneaking peeks at him and trying to figure out how to say what I wanted to say. I also idly wondered if he'd started going to a gym or something, anything that would explain why my decidedly unathletic brother looked more properly filled-out than his lifestyle should have allowed. Whatever the case, I had no doubts it had been to impress some girl. He was predictable enough that I could be sure of that.

What I wanted to know more and more was how exactly did Jack see me? With some of the things he had said it was clear that he at least acknowledged that I was a girl, but that could have been purely for the sake of bugging me rather than anything deeper. 

"Jack?" I said a little hesitantly, still unsure I really wanted to actually ask the question.

"Yeah?"

"Before, when you said you thought I was hot, did you mean that?"

I could tell from his expression he was expecting it to be a trick question. That was fair, since most times it would have been.

"Yeah, I guess I did," he said, tensing up slightly, almost unnoticeably if I didn't know him better. "I mean... you are, you know. Just 'cause you're my sister doesn't change that. I'm sorry if it bothered you or whatever."

It was kind of surprising that he thought I might be upset about it, but not nearly as surprising as getting an unprompted apology out of him. Instead of replying I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder, smiling to myself as he tensed even more at the contact before slowly relaxing again.

"I think maybe being alone the past couple days was a bad idea," I said. "Don't let it go to your head but I think I'm actually glad you showed up today."

"Well that works out good for both of us then. And if you really like it, I can go without a shirt around the place. Help cheer you up."

I knew it was meant as a joke, but it wasn't as far off the mark as I would have liked. I stayed quiet even though he might read more into that than I wanted at that point. Then again, maybe I wanted him to read something into it.

Whatever he was thinking, after a brief pause he slid his arm out from under me and wrapped it around my shoulders. I happily snuggled closer while trying not to make it too obvious that's what I was doing, though he must have realized anyway. Never mind that it was my brother, it was physical contact and that was what I needed. Any of my concerns over what I was feeling, or even what he was feeling, could wait for later.

****

A mutual need for food eventually drove us both out to the kitchen. I didn't have much for food really, I could be pretty slack about keeping stuff in the fridge and it wasn't like I had been expecting anyone else to be around.

"We could order pizza or something," I suggested when nothing immediately presented itself.

Jack shrugged. He was being quieter than I could ever remember and it had to be because of how I'd been acting. I didn't know if was getting weirded out or if he was just thinking. Or both.

Hoping that maybe he'd give me some input if I came up with a suggestion he liked I started systematically going through my cupboards more thoroughly than the quick peek I'd already tried. I had various cans lying around; soup mostly, and some tuna. I didn't really know why I had bothered, I very rarely ever used them. Probably for situations like now when I didn't have anything else I supposed. The flaw in the plan being that I still didn't really want soup.

In one of the upper cupboards I found a bag of potato chips that I already knew was there, but also a bag of tortilla chips. I had cheese in the fridge so I might actually be getting somewhere.

"How 'bout nachos?" I said. "I don't know how much I've got to go on them, but it'd be something."

I heard the footsteps as Jack moved closer to me while I was grabbing the chips. He wasn't touching me, but in my mind I could feel exactly how close he was. It took a lot of effort to look calm as I turned around, and even more once I realized he actually was almost as close as I thought.

"How about we get that pizza," he said. "I'll pay if you call and get some garlic fingers with it too."

"'Kay," I said.

Pathetically, I started trembling just the tiniest bit when he reached toward me, only to be disappointed when I figured out he was actually just grabbing the bag of potato chips. What the fuck did I think he was doing anyway?

When he opened the bag I grabbed a quick handful before he could and retreated to grab my phone from the other room. I finished them all before the guy at the pizza place even picked up, clearly hungrier than I thought. I knew it was going to be at least half an hour before the delivery guy showed up and I was kind of worried I'd binge on chips before that happened. Luckily Jack wasn't likely to surrender them to me that easily.

I returned to the kitchen just in time to find my brother headed toward the front door. I shot him a questioning glance as he caught sight of me.

"Just thought I should grab some things out of my car," he explained.

"Yeah, you probably should," I agreed.

What I probably should have done at that point was help him carry his stuff inside. What I did instead was watch him from the window when he was outside and follow him to his temporary bedroom when he returned indoors. He had to make a couple trips, making me feel a little guilty for not helping after all, but only a little.

I sat cross-legged on the bed while he distributed clothes and other possessions around the room. I was fairly impressed that he was getting organized so soon after his arrival instead of putting it off as long as possible, though most of his clothes weren't folded so he hadn't changed completely since I last saw him. Honestly I'd probably be worried if he had started putting too much effort into things he didn't have to.

To my disappointment, hopefully not too visible, Jack grabbed one of his shirts as he was shoving them into the dresser by his bed and started to put it on.

"You don't have to do that," I said. "It's not like I minded."

He smiled a little, but finished pulling it over his head anyway.

"Deb, if you keep staring at me like you have been my ego's gonna start getting dangerously inflated," he said. "Wouldn't want that."

"Wasn't," I mumbled, even though we both knew that was a lie.

"Whatever."

Jack sat down beside me on the bed. He wasn't done unpacking, but maybe he'd just lost interest.

For a couple minutes we just sat there without speaking. It might very well have been the first time we had spent so long together, with no distractions, without picking a fight out of habit.

"You'll get over it," he said eventually. "Whatever's going on right now, it'll get better. There's no way this guy's worth being upset over."

That wasn't really the sort of thing I wanted to hear. From anyone else it would probably have pissed me off, but from Jack I knew it was legitimately him making an effort. That was more weird than annoying in some ways.

"I mean, if you didn't want to get rid of him you wouldn't have right?" he continued. "And you could always go replace him whenever you want. All you'd have to do is flash your boobs a little. You're hot enough that-"

"Jack," I interrupted, "you seriously need to learn to quit while you're ahead."

I turned my head toward him and we stared at each other, me daring him to say something else and him fighting the urge to say it. As soon as I saw that he was about to lose the battle and add something despite my warning, I moved first. I had no idea how I worked up the nerve for it, but somehow I did. I kissed him.

He reacted slowly, but before I broke off I at least felt the beginnings of a response. Once again we stared at each other and at least this time he had no intention of trying to give me 'helpful' advice.

I wasn't entirely certain who started it the second time, only that at almost the same time we both leaned in and our lips met again. I had no idea why Jack was going along with me on this, but then I didn't really know why I was going along with it either. What I did know is it was a substantially less weird experience than it should have been.

Perhaps just to avoid thinking too much I shifted even closer to my brother and managed to climb to my knees. Tenuous as our positions were getting it wasn't long before he lay back on the bed and let me straddle him, not once letting our faces part for more than a second or two at a time.

Jack's hands went to my sides to help steady me as we moved and they didn't leave even after I was stable. He gradually explored lower and lower on my body, eventually making it to my butt without any kind of protest from me since I had no intention of trying to stop him feeling me up. I wanted it, I needed that reassurance that however crazy what I was doing was, at least I wasn't alone in it. And yet....




Moving In and Moving On



"What am I doing?" I whispered to myself, though of course Jack could hear it too.

I pushed myself away as far as my arms would go and looked down at him. I wanted to pretend, even just for a little while, that he wasn't my brother. That it wasn't such a big deal to be making out with him. But the thought kept resurfacing no matter how much I tried to ignore it.

"I think that's pretty obvious," Jack answered, knowing full well that I wasn't looking for his input.

"You know what I mean. And why aren't you stopping me for that matter?"

"'Cause I don't really want to stop you," he replied with a casual shrug.

"No, of course not," I said more bitterly than I meant to. "Why would you ever stop a girl from throwing herself at you. That's what you live for."

"Come on Deb, it's not like that. I didn't mean that I...." He sighed heavily. "You're not just another girl you know."

"I know. I'm your sister. That's why you should be stopping me right now. Actually more like a few minutes ago before this went way too far."

Despite my words I hadn't moved any more than Jack had. I wanted to leave, to go lock myself in my room and cry and hope that my problems would go away. I also wanted to stay right where I was. So far inertia was winning.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't," he said.

I started to say something twice and stopped myself both times. As if it was that simple.

"Seriously," he said, "you obviously don't want to stop so I'm assuming you're worried about someone else finding out. That doesn't have to happen."

"Or maybe 'cause it's wrong," I said.

"Yeah, maybe. Is that what it is? Because I know you well enough that I don't think that's really it. You don't mindlessly stick to popular morality the way some people do."

He was right. I didn't really think what we were doing was wrong or sick or abhorrent, but maybe that was what worried me more than anything else. It shouldn't be so easy to get around those feelings. Maybe I was just worried there was something deeply wrong with me.

Who was I kidding, there was obviously something wrong with me.

"Maybe we should take some time to think about it," I said quietly, and completely unconvincingly.

"If you want to."

I still didn't move and neither did Jack attempt to escape from underneath me. All he did was let his hands start roaming again, eventually slipping under my shirt and onto the bare skin beneath. So unhelpful.

"Why do I feel like you've thought about this more than I have?" I asked.

"I dunno. I mean, I haven't really. It's just always been one of those things where I never expected anything would ever happen, you know? Like it's just sort of assumed. But then today...." He shrugged. "I think I'm probably just more comfortable doing stuff other people aren't going to approve of. It's kind of my thing."

I snorted softly. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Of course it was simpler for him, it always was. That was one of the things that made him so annoying. But now, I wanted that too. I wanted things to be simpler. I just needed to stop thinking about it so much.

As Jack continued caressing me and pushing my shirt dangerously far up my body, I leaned in and kissed him again. It felt good to just let go and ignore my conscience. What the hell did it know anyway? It might keep me out of trouble, but that didn't necessarily mean I would be happy.

Possibly the universe had a grudge against people who had just experienced minor epiphanies, more likely it was pure coincidence that the doorbell rang just then. I let out a frustrated growl and Jack smiled apologetically as he rolled me off of him. I thought about asking, or telling, him not to go, but that was just a little too pathetic even for me in my current state. Besides, even if I'd been ignoring my stomach, I was getting pretty hungry.

I sighed and curled up on the bed as Jack went to meet the pizza guy. Fucking life. With my luck he'd change his mind as soon as he had a minute or two to really think without me in his face. Then it'd just be awkward.

Even in the face of my returned fears I couldn't help giggling a little to myself. Jack think things through? Yeah right. If nothing else I could usually count on him not to go into deep personal introspection. If he hadn't told me to fuck off by now, it probably wasn't going to happen.

With some reluctance I climbed off the bed and padded out into the kitchen. Jack was there, already halfway through a slice of pizza that he held in one hand. He smiled at me briefly before turning back to his task of examining each of my cupboards.

"Hey Deb, where's your plates at?" he asked, his mouth not quite empty.

That small reassurance that he truly hadn't changed his mind to any significant extent, not that he made obvious anyway, was enough for me. He managed to locate my plates before I made it over to him, so instead of pointing them out I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"What are doing now you weirdo?" he asked, sounding quite amused.

"Hugging you, asshole. It's something normal people do sometimes."

He might not have changed his mind, but he hadn't changed as a person much either. He was still going be just as obnoxious as ever, and I found that I was okay with that. It would leave me a channel for releasing some aggression when I needed to.

I let go of him and grabbed the plate he had taken for himself before he could make it back to the table. He rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out at him. I could be a brat too when I felt like it.

It was fairly quiet while we ate. I was hungrier even than I had realized before I started and Jack seemed to feel more or less the same, not that I asked him. I finished eating first, not because I ate faster or anything, but more because I didn't eat as much as my brother even when I was starving. I toyed with the half of a pizza crust left on my plate while I waited for him, my mind already trying to figure out what was going to happen and whether I needed to say anything.

I ended up opting for the silent option as I waited for my brother to finish. Once he was more or less done I stood up and took his hand, tugging gently on it to urge him to follow me. He came along far more cooperatively than could usually be expected, though it was hardly under usual circumstances.

Despite the aura of control I tried to project, I felt a distinct sense of nervousness as we reentered his bedroom. It wasn't like I was walking into an unknown situation, and I'd pretty much settled my moral objections at least temporarily, but it was still a big step to take.

It turned out to be Jack that gave me a renewed sense of confidence, or maybe just determination. He had that self-assured, slightly smug look on his face that irritated me so much and I knew there was no way I was going to let him think he was in charge. He'd be insufferable if I did.

He let me push him toward the bed and started removing his shirt without any prompting. As soon as it was clear of his head I kissed him and felt him pull me closer, already beginning to work on my shirt too. I liked the lack of restraint he was showing since it indicated that, despite how well he hid it, he hadn't really wanted to be interrupted any more than me. I wasn't the only one losing control.

As soon as he got my shirt off, Jack immediately went for my bra and I decided I needed to reign him in just a little. I gave him a shove backward so he fell onto the bed and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. He didn't struggle or try to push me off at all, but he did reach up and grab my boobs in an almost defiant way. That was fine with me, we both had the same goal after all, just as long as he didn't think I planned on lying back and letting him do whatever he wanted. All the years of being his sister had left me with an instinct never to surrender to him regardless of whether it was in my interest to do so or not.

While Jack played with my breasts I started rocking back and forth in small movements, grinding against his crotch. I could feel him hardening beneath me and it was a weirdly sexy thought knowing I was purposefully giving my brother an erection. So dirty.

"You're gonna have to let me take my pants off if you keep doing that," Jack said.

"Why's that?" I asked, making the most innocent face I could manage under the circumstances.

He rolled his eyes and abruptly pushed me to the side and off of him. I giggled a little, though my focus was quickly drawn to his pants as he removed them, or more to the point the area they no longer covered. His cock, though still protected by his underwear, was doing its best to make itself obvious. I must have been more effective than I thought at turning him on.

Deciding he'd earned it I didn't make any effort to fight him off this time when he once again reached for the clasp on my bra. Discarding the unwanted piece of clothing he took a moment just to examine my naked breasts, his face so close I could feel his breath on my sensitive skin. I squirmed a bit with a combination impatience and horniness as he refused to touch me for what seemed like far too long. Just before I decided to see if I could reach his cock from where I was, he darted forward and sucked one of my nipples between his lips. I jumped at the sudden contact, but was quick to moan my approval and place a hand on the back of his head to confirm I wanted him there.

Jack switched between my nipples a few times, making sure to give them both some attention. Even more than the pure physical pleasure of the action, I loved the feeling of being new and fascinating to someone. It had been far too long since I'd experienced anything like that.

"Mmm, you really like my boobies huh?" I said, almost to myself for as much as I expected Jack to be listening.

He ignored me for another moment or two, then looked up at me.

"Of course I do, who the hell wouldn't?" he asked.

"I dunno, just thought you'd have gotten used to breasts by now."

"Yeah, but yours are like... well I mean they're awesome all on their own and everything, but they're also the ones I could never have, you know? Until now anyway."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you're telling me your sister's boobs are more interesting then someone else's would be?"

"More or less, I suppose."

"All those times I couldn't get you to shut up all I needed to do was take my shirt off. Wish I'd known it was so simple."

"Pff, you never would have done it. And you'd have called me a perv if you ever caught me looking."

"Maybe you're right." I pretended to think about it. "Nah, I think getting you to sit down and be quiet would have been worth it. And you're still a perv."

I hadn't started out trying to get a reaction out my brother, yet that's where we ended up anyway. Habits can be hard to break.

Jack went for my sides without warning, tickling them mercilessly as I belatedly tried to fend him off without success. Very soon we were both laughing and going for each other's sensitive spots, including some that had been off limits before today. Jack hands never seemed to stray from my breasts or ass for very long and for my part I made sure to press against his cock at every opportunity. I really liked it when he would pin me to the mattress with his erection right between my legs near my pussy, though of course I was too stubborn to let him know how much it got to me and I'd make sure to squirm away or wrestle him off of me, which was a fun activity all on its own when doing it half-naked.

It didn't take all that long before both of us stopped trying so hard and our struggle to get the upper hand became little more than a pretense. Jack ended up on top, partly just because he was stronger, and also because that's the way I wanted it.

My pants had ended up pulled partway down my legs due to Jack fumbling with them, while his cock had gotten free of his underwear and poked urgently at my barely-still-covered pussy. My panties were the only things still in the way and they really weren't much of a barrier.

I managed to kick my pants the rest of the way off while Jack finished removing his underwear. The head of his cock rubbed back and forth over my panties as he adjusted his position and got comfortable above me. I was so turned on I was sure I must have been soaking through them. That could have just been my imagination though. Jack would be able to tell better than me what state my panties were in.

Rather than getting rid of them completely as I expected he would, he instead opted for simply pulling them to the side. I'd known it was coming, but as he pressed against my pussy lips it all became so much more real. My own brother was going to be inside me and I wanted it so, so badly.

Even without him saying anything I felt Jack hesitate just a little. He looked at me with the silent question on his face and I nodded in response.

"I'm ready," I said.

That confirmation was all it took for him to take the final step. I found myself holding my breath as he entered me and I had to consciously let it out before I fainted. It was all so intense there was no way I could concentrate on everything I wanted to, especially while part of my brain kept trying to simultaneously analyze and ignore the fact that I was having sex with my brother.

Despite my mental struggle, overwhelmingly it just felt good. Not that sex was usually unpleasant, but this had the extra elements of both being forbidden and helping to justify to myself that I really didn't need my ex-boyfriend after all.

I wrapped my arms around Jack's back and rocked back against his thrusts as his rhythm built. It was kind of nice not having to be on my guard with him for probably the first time in years. Nice to be able to be so close, even if it was for socially unacceptable reasons. Who cared what anyone else thought though? None of their business what we did.

"Harder," I urged. "You can do better than that for your sister can't you?"

I wasn't sure where that came from, the vocal reminder of just how wrong the whole thing was. It didn't faze Jack though, and might have even helped because he obeyed perfectly. His strokes grew harder and more deliberate to the point where I was in danger of getting bruises in some very uncomfortable places. I didn't care if I had to spend the next week recovering, there was no way in hell I was going to tell him to slow down. I'm sure he had no plans of doing so anyway.

"How's that... my sister?" he asked, adding very heavy emphasis to the last word even through his panting. It sent a thrill all through my body to hear him say it.

"Sooo good," I confirmed. "Don't you fucking dare stop."

He barked a sharp laugh, as though I'd just told a surprisingly funny joke. Catching me off-guard he kissed me hard, like he was trying to push my head through the mattress just with his mouth. I didn't know where he got the oxygen to pull it off, but I hadn't been breathing as hard and no problem kissing him back just as passionately.

Just before he pulled away again I felt what I was sure was the start of his orgasm. It didn't even occur to me to be annoyed that he hadn't warned me, pointless as it would have been either way. I just let it wash over me along with everything else; my brother kissing me, my brother fucking me, my brother cumming in me, and embraced the feelings of decidedly impure bliss that threatened to overwhelm me.

I tried to tell him I was cumming too, let him know not to stop yet, though I wasn't certain my words came out right. Even if they didn't Jack did an admirable job in continuing to fuck me until the very end, only finally rolling off me gasping for air as I finished. He got serious bonus points for that.

For several minutes I did little more than lie there on my back, occasionally looking over at Jack as we both recovered. As I came down from my high the complete trust I'd had in him moments ago dissipated somewhat, but I found I didn't care if he made some smart-ass remark now. It didn't seem all that important. And if he was feeling at all like I was he wasn't going to say anything too stupid anyway.

Eventually I shifted and rolled partway over to lay my head on his shoulder. I wanted to say something, but nothing really seemed like the right thing to say. It wasn't like my first time with any other guy since I already knew Jack a lot better than any of them. Plus our relationship was nowhere near normal and there really wasn't any need for anything terribly romantic.

"You know, losing my girlfriend isn't looking so bad anymore," Jack said.

"Really? And why's that?"

That was about the best I could have hoped for out of my brother, but that didn't stop me fishing for more. He knew that was exactly what I was doing too.

"Because I just remembered I owed her five dollars and I probably won't have to pay her back now."

"Jerk," I said, punching him just hard enough that he felt it. "You could have just said 'cause you found someone better or something. It didn't have to be the world's best compliment."

"Yeah, but what fun would that be?"

I didn't have the energy to do a proper job threatening him, plus since I was mostly naked he'd just enjoy it anyway. Luckily he wasn't looking energetic enough to fight back all that much either. I poked a finger hard against his chest.

"Come on, one nice thing. It won't kill you."

"Okay, I'd rather be here with you right now than with her. Is that good enough?"

"Mm-hm, that works."

I kissed him softly, then settled down next to him again. For all I knew by tomorrow he'd be driving me crazy again like normal, but for now I'd take what I could get.