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Open Door

By: dececious



I lay on the bed, somewhere near exhausted, but not yet sated. This was normal. Of the many masculine tendencies I possessed, my 'male' sex drive was probably the least well known. My mental encyclopedia of crude jokes, the ability to drink most people I knew under the table, and the sheer insane audacity of some of my actions were far more well known. I was one of the guys; except when I was spending time with Seth.

I can't say he brought out the girly side in me, because even when it came to sex I was hardly 'feminine.' However something about our encounters negated all that masculine energy and encouraged that passionate female desire to please. Having said that, maybe it is in a way that a lot of women prefer not to acknowledge, at least, not after the first six months of seeing someone. 

Coming to the party that evening I knew that I was in for a big night. Various intoxicants were still, even now, coursing through my veins and comfortable as I was, I found it difficult to lay calmly in the bed, waiting for him to come back. Nervous anticipation burrowed into the pit of my stomach every time I heard drunken voices outside the door. I was sure sooner or later, some other couple would find their way in, looking for somewhere to fuck in relative privacy. 

The door opened, and I half heard Seth end a conversation with someone outside, laughing the little snicker that I knew meant he was being dirty. The room was dark except for a dim lamp, but he found his way straight over to the bed, and I felt his thumb rub my hipbone. "Feeling good?"

I laughed in the half darkness. "You could say that. I think I've lost track of how many times you've made me feel 'good' so far tonight." I paused as I ran my fingers back up under the shirt he'd put back on to go in search of more speed. "Anyone missed you yet?" 

"Oh they all know exactly where I am. No one misses me at all. In fact I'm pretty sure they all wish they were in here too." 

I smiled and pulled Seth's shirt over his head. He knew exactly what this would do to me. Not that I would want a party full of people being involved in my sexual escapades, but he was well aware of my exhibitionist tendencies and encouraged them. Pulling him down to lick his ear lobe, I looked past him to the door, and was unsurprised to find it was cracked open. 

"You know I love it when you laugh in my ear like that." he whispered. Smiling, I moved my hands over his body, tweaking his left nipple hard enough to make him whimper hungrily before undoing his belt buckle and jeans. I moved down the bed, pulling his jeans with me all the way and throwing them on the floor. I sat still at the end of the bed for a moment letting the anticipation in the room thicken. Moving his legs apart with the touch of my hand, I moved back up the bed a little way, stopping on all fours and easily finding his cock with my mouth as my hand gently stroked his inner thigh. 

The combination of drugs and our previous fucking had taken something of a toll on his usually insatiable prick. I closed my mouth around it, easily taking the entire thing in my mouth and feeling it begin to harden almost immediately at the warm, wet heat. 

To say I love the feeling of a cock in my mouth is a gross understatement. There is nothing else that you can put in your mouth that feels so much like it's meant to be there. Simulating fucking is easy enough. A vibrator slammed into your cunt can feel passably like the real thing with a little imagination. But for the chosen few who get off on cock sucking there's nothing to simulate it that comes anywhere close. You have to have the real thing to truly appreciate it. Sucking a soft one until its hard? I think I get as much out of that as the guy does, and given how rarely I get to do it, I was certainly enjoying it this time. 

I took Seth's balls into my mouth, one at a time, as always trying desperately to get them both in at once, stroking his cock with one hand as I alternated. I heard him moan loudly and stopped, teasing him as my mouth went back to his cockhead, licking it in long, wet strokes before letting it and no more, slide into my mouth. Sucking the smooth tip, I rubbed my tongue against it in my mouth before ever so slowly dropping my mouth to guide the rest of his throbbing prick into it. 

"You're right, she certainly does look like she knows what she's doing." I heard Seth's dirty laugh again and turned in the direction of the deep voice. In the dark corner of the room at the end of the bed, was a silhouette, and preoccupied as I had been, I'd never even heard anyone come in. "Continue what you were doing, you looked like you were enjoying it." 

I looked at Seth, just able to see his face in the dim light, and he caught my eye and smirked. He didn't need to say a word, I knew that he had planned this, knowing that I would get a perverse thrill out of a stranger watching us fuck. It took me a few moments to regain my composure and go back to what I was doing, unsure as to how I felt about my fantasy come to fruition. My mind was taking a little getting used to the idea, but the rest of my body? I could feel my temperature rise and a tingle of excitement course my stomach. I took Seth's cock deep into my mouth again and heard the stranger take a seat in the shabby armchair in the corner, the angle giving him a perfect view of both my ass and my mouth working Seth's cock. 

I reached one hand up to twist Seth's nipple roughly. "Bastard!" I whispered, only half joking, before lowering my mouth back around his dick. I began licking his balls again, trying to keep my ass from sitting too high in the air, not yet comfortable with putting on a show. 

Seth knew exactly how to distract me from the stranger, and I felt him reaching for the shirt that I had stripped off him earlier and rummaging in the pocket. It seemed he was having a little difficulty finding what he was after, but I soon felt him reach his hand down towards my face and put his finger in my mouth. The chemical taste of the drugs made me wince, but as I continued sucking that hard, warm dick, my slight shyness at having an extra person in the room quickly disappeared.

"Why don't you do a line off her stomach?" Asked the voice in the corner of the room. Seth required little encouragement and had soon pushed me a little roughly onto my back and had me lying on the bed. I lay still, careful not to make him waste any of the speed as he poured it onto my lower stomach, just above my pubic bone. It quickly disappeared up his nose and I felt him lick my stomach careful to get every last grain as his fingers gently tickled my inner thighs. I heard myself moan under his touch as his fingers crept their way up to the outer folds of my pussy, tickling it ever so softly without parting my lips. He knew me well and knew my anticipation of what was to come would only make me want it more. 

I looked past him to the corner and involuntarily arched my back, pushing my breasts high as I reached down to gently tug Seth's earlobe with my hand, hungry for what was anout to come. 

Rather than displaying his ass for the stranger, Seth moved around to a much more preferable position, his cock in my face, and without much persuasion, my mouth. Licking and sucking at it, I felt him spread the lips of my wet cunt and felt the tip of his tongue run gently over my clit, instantly making my breathing ragged. In this position, slightly angled on the bed, the man in the corner probably had a view of not only my splayed cunt but Seth's cock being thrust into my mouth. I spread my legs wider, now concerned that he enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed giving it. Trying hard not to be distracted by the warm breath tickling my wet pussy, I continued sucking the the dick that was in my face. With one hand, I pulled and teased at my nipple, and with the other I held his cock steady as it moved in and out of my warm, wet mouth. 

I felt Seth's fingers, first one and then a second one, enter my pussy as his tongue licked greedily at my clit and lips. Usually not quick to orgasm, I felt myself getting excited, probably as much at being watched as at the incredible sensation of his tongue exploring me. I wasn't ready to come, but I was distracted enough to not give his cock the attention it deserved. Unable to help myself I sighed loudly, and raised my mouth up over the shaft of his cock, tasting the salty tang of precum as I took the full length into my mouth, feeling his balls against my nose. As slowly as I could manage I moved back off it, sure that the stranger would enjoy the view as much as Seth enjoyed the sensation. 

"Now honey, I've seen how you suck cock, but I want to see how you fuck." Another instruction from mystery man, and Seth seemed so happy to let him give them. I wondered, briefly, how long this had been in the planning and whether it was only tonight, or if there had been long discussions. The thought quickly left my mind as Seth righted himself on the bed, and pulled me towards him. He kissed me roughly, seemingly enjoying this every bit as much as I was as I felt his cock press against my thigh. Breaking the kiss, I grabbed an extra pillow and shoved it under his head, whispering "I'll give you something you can both watch." too softly for the stranger to hear. 

Seth's cock, by now, showed no signs of flagging, but for the pure enjoyment of it, I gave it one last tongue bathing, letting both men wait to see just what I was going to do next. 

I straddled Seth, facing his toes, looking toward the man who was little more than a dark shadow in the corner of the room. I knew that from this position, Seth would be able to see his cock moving in and out of my pussy, while I made sure that I put on a good show for the man. I squeezed the muscles in my cunt tightly as I manouvered Seth's cock towards it, knowing that he loved the feeling of my cunt gripping him as he entered it, like all men, the tighter the better. Once in, I let him enjoy the sensation for a moment before moving my hand down to stroke his balls gently. 

Almost immediately I heard him moan. Knowing the drugs meant he had more than a little stamina yet, I continued to stroke them softly as I began to ride his stiff prick.

I slowly moved my hand up away from my balls and began to play with my nipple. Not actually being able to see the stranger in the corner, I looked where I figured his eyes would be, sure that it would give the impression I was watching him. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and index finger, tweaking it softly, enjoying the sensation as I always did, before pulling it harder and moaning, listening to both Seth and the stranger breathing heavily, enjoying what was happening. I looked over my shoulder at Seth, and feeling my movement, his eyes fluttered open and made contact with mine as I gave him a cheeky grin. Swapping hands, I started playing with my other nipple, and moved my good hand back down to again caress his balls before slowly starting to rub my clit. 

I felt Seth's hands take hold of my hips as he moved a little in the bed, I supposed to get a better view of what he was seeing. I continued to ride him slowly, loving the feeling of his cock inside my tight cunt. My finger worked my clit at a similar speed to the rhythmic pumping and I started to rock on the hard dick a little faster, listening to Seth moan softly behind me. I sped up the rubbing as well, and heard a sharp intake of breath from the man watching me. Unlike my usual slow approach to orgasm, I quickly felt my cunt begin to tighten. Seth's hands at my hips starting pulling me down harder, and in this position, his cock felt as though it was deeper that I'd ever known. Rubbing faster now, I heard Seth speak for the first time since the man had come in the room. "Come for me, I want to feel you come while I'm inside you." which was quickly echoed by the stranger.

"I want to HEAR it, I want to hear you come." 

I could feel the juices from my dripping cunt running down my lips and tickling Seth's balls and heard him start to pant as he got close to orgasm. The combination of both these men urging me to come, combined with the rubbing of my clit sent me over the edge and I cried out, unable to help myself as I heard Seth's guttural moan behind me.

Shaking with an intense orgasm, I tightly gripped his cock in my cunt unable to ride him, or even have any coherent thought. Once it was over, I let out a long breath I'd barely realised I was holding and lay down next to Seth, finally sated. I kissed him, hard and felt his heart thumping at least as hard as mine, seemingly ready to leap from his chest thanks to the exercise, the orgasms and in no small part to the drugs. 

I lay there for a moment, letting my breath settle down, and my brain shift into afterglow gear and reached out to switch on the other lamp in the room. By the time I turned to look in the corner and finally meet the eyes of our voyeur, he had left.

To this day, every party I go to with Seth, I wonder if 'my' stranger is there, and if he's mentally undressing me, imagining me doing the things he'd watched me do. Seth never would admit to which of his friends, or indeed if it was a friend at all that he had invited to watch us. I'd stopped asking, I preferred the idea of it being a stranger, although I did find myself flirting with his friends just a little more than I ever had in the past. There's always the possibility that one day I'll see him again, and catch his reaction at seeing me, or I'll hear that deep, masculine voice and know, then and there, that he was the one.

Open Door



*Ever wonder about the moments in your life when the risk seemed too great to make move on something you so much desire? Too often I think we allow those risk to seize hold of us and prevent us from fully taking the moment and enjoying our lives completely. Hope you all enjoy*

He was lying in a room, high ceilings and a thick carpet. Circumstances unbeknownst to him at the time had brought him here and his friend was most kind to give him a place to crash for the night. They had been friends for some time after all and he had spent many a night there in the past.

This night was different however. He could hear her moans in the next room. Her boyfriend had been out of town for the weekend and she was surely alone. He shifted to the other shoulder, apparently she had forgotten hospitality and failed to provide him with a pillow. The moans of self pleasure made him feel uneasy, and a bit ashamed that he was able to hear them.

His attempts at wandering his thoughts in other directions were quite futile, as the moans turned into desperate rasp of breath, and the thrashing of her arm. His mind drifted into her room, just beyond one small wall, to envision her rubbing furiously on her clit, working so diligently for her climax. It was exhilarating to see her there, in such a sexual way. A way he had not seen her in quite some time, and was not quite sure how to feel about it.

Quickly he shrugged the thoughts out of his mind, this was his friend after all and there was no point in even considering the thought of her sexually. She was involved, heck both of them were. Still the sounds of her quicking moaning and sighs tortured him, his cock getting harder and harder.

It was not long before the sounds of the event in the next room brought him to stroke his pulsing member. He had not been turned on like this in so very long and the thought of getting caught by her added to his excitement tenfold. It almost felt as if he was right there with her, laying across her bed both of them caught up in a torrid moment of self satisfaction. With her on one side of the wall getting closer and closer, rubbing her now slick clit and he on the other stoking his rock hardened cock, both were soon to erupt. The seconds melted away into minutes and time passed so quickly. Oblivious to time, he could hear her soft scream as her body writhed and quaked with orgasm. His own cock pulsing and spewing forth his own cum at the same time with an orgasm that shook his very soul. 

He was very quiet and savored the moment before realizing after a short bit of time that she was suddenly stirring about in her room. He could feel her feet moving about the floor. Still holding his cum soaked cock in his hands did he realize the awkward position it could put him in if she so choose to come out of her room for a drink of water, or to take a piss.

Not skipping a beat he reached for a blanket at the side of the room and quickly covered himself up with it.  No sooner had he accomplished this task did she open the door between their two rooms and step into the doorway. He turned over and made an attempt to look half asleep. She had turned on her bedroom light, and was standing there holding a pillow. Wearing only a sweatshirt and what he thought to be just a pair of white panties turned him on again and he shied slightly from looking at her directly. She appeared to look very tired and her eyes were half closed as though she were post coital, which of course was his assumption. 

"Kind of forgot about giving you a pillow. You can use this one," she threw the pillow across the room to him on the floor. "It may be a bit damp, I was..uh...sort of doing something, sorry about that."

With that she turned off her bedroom light and stepped into the darkness of her room. He could hear her fall back on her bed, probably from exhaustion. He clutched the pillow closer to his face, still looking up at the open doorway. She was right. The pillow was soaked and he could not tell if it was from sweat or from her cum. He buried his nose deep into the soaked pillow to pick up a strong familure scent of her pussy. Cum for sure, no doubt about that.

He parted his lips and allowed his tongue to partake of its taste, ashamed by the act, yet dieing to recall the taste. It was not long before he was sucking on the material for every drop of cum that had perpetuated itself into the fibers. The taste was divine and again he was completely hard and erect. For what seemed like an eternity he sucked and licked every minute ounce of cum from the pillow and it drove him mad for more.

He turned back to the open door of her room. The thoughts running thru his mind were gut-wrenching. He wanted to see her, wanted to taste her again. Her taste upon the pillow had all but dissipated with his own saliva and he longed for so much more. His sanity temporarily lost, he slowly moved to crawl over to the doorway. His eyes now adjusted back to the darkness, wandering towards her room. As he approached the open doorway and peered into her room he could see the moonlight shining in thru the window on the opposite side of her bed, upon her still body. From his low vantage point he could clearly see one of her hands and a knee slightly bent in his direction.

He had to see more, slowly he stood up and as he looked down, there she lay. On her back, her legs wide open, knees bent slightly, one arm laying over the side of her bed the other just under her left breast. She was not covered up, no surprise in the late summer. Only wearing the white cotton panties that he thought she was wearing in the doorway. In the corner of her room he could make out the sweatshirt she had been wearing not all that long ago in the doorway.

The moonlight was bright upon her as if she were on stage for a Broadway play, yet her eyes were closed and seemed to be in deep sleep. Her breast full and voluptuous in the light was breathtaking, her hair just as beautiful. His eyes danced upon her body taking all of her in until they came to her white cotton panties. He looked closely and could make out the throbbing labia beneath the thin white cloth, only it was not completely white. Moisture had seeped from her cum laden pussy and made its mark upon the crotch of her panties. Nothing to him had ever seemed so inviting.

He longed so deeply to walk into her room, kneel before her open legs and continue the feast he had started on her pillow. Torn as reality hit him, considering the consequences of such an act. Would she turn him away, tell him to go back to the other room, tell him to leave her, or worse yet, tell him that she never wanted to speak to him again. Or would she succumb to the thrill of his open mouth sucking upon her pussy, his tongue sliding between her labia and across her throbbing clit. He wanted so badly to taste her and his will broken, accepted the risks. 

Slowly he made his way further into her room, holding his breath as if afraid to wake her. Watching her eyes for movement while at the same time fixing his glazed eyes upon her drenched panties. The invitation was too great for him as he kneeled down below her bed, the open legs before him and the wet pussy beneath his face. He leaned down to take in her scent, bringing his nose less then an inch above her moist sex. Again he was filled with lust for her taste and with a quick glance to her eyes he committed to his task of choice, gently placing his lips upon the cloth of the moist white panties. She did not move. Allowing his tongue to glide effortlessly across the fabric, he could taste yet again her savory sex.

It was not long before he found himself buried into her crotch. Enjoying the folds of flesh beneath the soft cotton, his tongue moving with much more pressure now against her clit between the throbbing labia. His pulse quickened at the excitement of getting caught and the wondrous element of what he was doing as well as the effect it was starting to have on her. Her breathing begin to become rampant, soft sighs as his tongue would move about her drenched pussy and over the edge of the panties to the soft skin.

She stirred, it did not stop him, he knew that she was enjoying this and did not want to disappoint her. For all he knew it could be a dream to her and she may not want to wake for fear that it would end. Slowly though, she begin to grind her hips into his face as he continued to enjoy the feast beneath his lips. His sucking was beginning to bunch up the drenched panties, and pull them inward to her soft center, exposing the folds of her labia. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue to the side of the material, taking an even deeper taste of her cum, running his tongue across her saturated clit. She quivered, body starting to shutter, she begin to rouse. This did not stop him, he continued as if in a trance, intoxicated by her taste and spellbound by her aroma. The deep well of her pussy poured forth and was pulsing with the anticipation for more.

Slightly sedated by what was happening to her, she woke, the pleasure streaked up her spine as she realized quickly what had brought her out of her sleep. She too begin to process the risks of what she was doing and accepted the risks for her pleasure. Reaching down she grabbed the back of his head and drove her pussy against his face not wanting this to stop. She was so very close to climax as he had worked her up in a stir before she had even awaken.

Grinding her pussy hard against his face she moaned, he knew now that she was awake and sighed deeply at the fact that he was not to be rejected, falling deeper into the oral activity that he was relishing in. Feasting on the excitement that he had brought to her. His tongue now flicking quickly across her throbbing clit, her pussy becoming more and more saturated with her cum. She moaned heavily as her body clinched up preparing for the climax to follow, holding it back as long as she could to enjoy the sweet sensations flowing across her body.

With a rough jolt, her body released, accepting the moment and savoring the feelings that were awarded her patience. Her back arched and her stomach contracted into hardened ripples from the muscles beneath. He drank deeply the cum that escaped her while she forced his head down as if to push him deeply inside. The waves convulsed her body and crashed upon her mind with pure ecstasy which pushed out a scream of enjoyment. He did not stop, his tongue still caressing the folds of her labia and her clit, forcing the sensations again more strongly allowing for another scream of pleasure to escape her lips. 

The orgasm for what seemed like an eternity for both was more like a mere minute or so, but was so powerful that both were exhausted as they lay still in reflection. The breath from his lips chilling her soul as it wafted across the moist center of her sex. Feeling content, he looked up at her and smiled, she smiled back. He looked back down at his now ravished meal, and kissed it lightly.

Quietly he stood back up, and slipped back into the room next door. He knew that the moment was amazing and was not something he would soon forget. She knew that it was satisfying and though she feared the next morning decided that it would not change the friendship that she now cherished with him. Slumber would take them both and a new day would come. Their lives would remain as it had been.



Open Doors



A huge thank you to BradBigBrain, Jett_73 and everyone else who helped make this readable. I hope to make this the first in a 5 part series, so please stay tuned and let me know what you think! As always, please rate and comment! Constructive critiques are always appreciated!

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"Shann, I can't believe you're not going!" Liam sat on the edge of the couch, grinning at her. His elbow was balanced on his knee, and he ran his fingers distractedly through his dark hair. It was getting shaggy, and made him look even younger than usual. He was terribly flattered that she'd changed her plans for him, but he still couldn't help feeling a little guilty.


"You can't be serious!" she laughed, "A bachelorette party for Jolene's niece who I barely even know? You're insane! There's hardly going to be anyone there that I even know! Besides, how often does a girl's best friend get this sort of news? Liam! You're going to be famous!" She giggled again and hurled a couch pillow at him for emphasis, making him duck and nearly drop his beer.

He set the bottle safely down on the coffee table and turned on her, eyebrows raised, smile widening. "I'm insane? Look who's talking, little girl!" He leapt across the couch and pinned her down, wrestling and tickling her. She squealed and wiggled and begged. "No! No no no, Liam stop!!!" She screamed and laughed, trying to block his hands, but they'd been playing this game for too many years, and she knew it was useless. All she could do was try to squirm away and plead for mercy as she laughed hysterically.

"Oh my gosh, Liam! Stop! I give I give I give...." She panted as his fingers finally stopped their torture, but he still had her trapped beneath him, her wrists in his big hands. He smirked and teased her, "And now that I have you, what do you think I should do with you?" He leaned close and brushed his nose across the corner of her jaw. His warm breath made her shiver. It wasn't often that Liam got the upper hand. He was a quiet man by nature, generally shy and unassuming. Around Shannon he was more relaxed, more at ease, and sometimes he was even able to give as good as he got from her. On occasion there was a glimmer of an assertive man beneath the surface, and she loved it when she could tease that out of him.

Liam jumped slightly and looked up as the doorbell sounded.

"Ha! Saved by the bell!" Shannon shoved him back triumphantly and scrambled out from under him. She scampered to the door, smoothing her hair and t-shirt as she peeked through the side-light.

"Oh my fuck," she laughed as she opened the door. She didn't even give the man time to get fully through the door let alone to set down his bag or coat before she jumped on him. "Adam!"

Liam watched Shannon's assault of her new guest with amusement. He'd often teased her about the violence of her affection. Shannon was not the sort of girl to hold back. She liked everyone, but those who counted her as a friend had become used to the sort of unabashed physicality she regularly inflicted. It was a good thing she was a little brown mouse of a girl, or Liam was sure she'd probably have broken Adam in half as she clung to him, wrapped around his shoulders and hips in a tight bear hug.

The tall blonde man groaned under the weight of his attacker, "Christ, Shann, let me put my shit down at least so I can properly say hello!"

She gave one more squeeze, lowered her feet to the floor and gave him a good hard push. "Damnit Adam! You could have warned me! I told you if you were ever coming to town, you should call me ahead of time! I haven't gotten anything ready for you!" She tried very hard to scowl at him, but neither of the men looked like they believed it at all.

As Shannon looked back and forth between the two men, she suddenly remembered herself. "Shit! Umm, Adam, this is Liam. Liam, you remember me telling you about Adam?" The two men nodded in acknowledgement. "Adam, I thought you were in the middle of a shoot or something?"

"Actually it got cancelled, so I have a weekend off and time to kill so I thought I would fly in and surprise an old friend. I ran into Jolene and some of those busy bodies she still pals around with earlier at the gas station. They said you'd cancelled your plans with them and that I could probably find you at home. They do still like to gossip, don't they? Though..." Adam's eyes flickered back and forth between Liam and Shannon, "I'm sure you know that."

Liam glanced at Shannon and blushed. They'd been essentially inseparable since shortly after he moved to the area for work several years ago. In a small town like this there was always talk. It wasn't exactly mean-spirited; folks just never quite understood the relationship between the two of them. Where they a couple? Were they just friends? Sometimes it seemed like they'd grown up together, long-lost siblings, but at the same time there was something a little too incestuous about it to keep that theory for long. Even though Shannon never seemed to care what people thought, what they said. Liam was not as thick skinned.

Shannon stood next to Liam's seated form, and leaned against his shoulder. He was again hunched over, leaned forward onto his knees. She shook her head, rubbing one hand between his shoulder blades. It wasn't hard for her to read where his thoughts went when he got quiet. She sighed.

Adam watched this wordless interaction and felt a little sheepish. He cleared his throat and tried to change the subject. "But hey, thanks for not booting me back out the door. I mean... I can head out again? If you two were busy I can come back later."

"Adam, you know my door is always open for my friends!" Shannon turned to Liam with a questioning expression and continued, "Actually, we were just about to kick off a celebration -- a wild night of terrible old sci-fi horror DVDs and beer, maybe a few snacks." She laughed when Adam's face lit up at the mention of the movies. "Yeah, that's how we roll, you know you're jealous. But it's totally Liam's night, so it's up to him."

There was a hint of mischief behind Liam's smile. "Certainly he's welcome to stay. It's nice to finally be able to meet the mysterious First Boyfriend. It might be nice to pick his brain about what you were like before I 'ruined' you." He smirked when he saw her open her mouth to scold him, pointedly ignored her, and turned back to Adam, "If you really want to stay, man, you might want to check out the movies first. We're not kidding when we say they're terrible." He pointed to the stack of DVDs next to the 55" TV.

Shannon swatted the back of Liam's head still muttering about the idea of anyone having 'ruined' her, and retreated into the kitchen to grab Adam a beer. Adam looked a little worried until he realized that Liam wasn't at all bothered by her grumbling. This was obviously par for the course with these two. 

Adam shuffled through the stack of DVDs, whistling in appreciation. "You guys do know your shitty sci-fi. The Brain that Wouldn't Die, Village of the Giants, I love it. Oh, are you kidding? Where did you even find a copy of Attack of the Eye Creatures? That's crazy! My first try at a short was sort of an homage to this! But I guess when no one knows the source material a tribute falls kind of flat. Not that anything I've done since then has been any more successful." Adam rolled his eyes at his own joke, and continued flipping through the stack. "Alien Tiger Men? Oh wow..."

"We got the second one too, that's even worse!"

"Hey hey hey! They're not even close to the kind of bad. Alien Tiger Men 2 was just bad bad, the first one was awesome bad. That's like saying Grease and Grease 2 are the same kind of terrible!"

Shannon stuck her head in from the kitchen. "You're never going to convince anyone you're not gay talking like that." She wiggled her eyebrows at him and ducked away with a squeal as he laughed and threw a bottle cap at the already closing door.

"Well, I'm not not gay. My dick just doesn't discriminate. Besides, you're just jealous that I get more cock than you do..." He winked at Liam, who grinned shyly and looked away, hiding as well as possible behind his overgrown hair. "Actually I hate to say it, but I think she's sort of ruined me. I knew Shannon was a lot more down to earth than most of the girls around here, but when I moved out to California after school... wow. The women are impossible there."

"Wait, so by being a nice girl I've made you picky about women, which means I've done a favor for the dick-loving men of low-end Hollywood?" Shannon breezed back in with a couple bottles, handing them to the guys as she leaned over the back of the couch between them. She was so short her toes dangled off of the floor as she grinned.

Adam took the beer, kissed her on the cheek and laughed, ignoring the barbs. Somehow they never stung when they came from Shannon, he knew her too well. She was the most abrasive with the people she loved the most, and he counted himself high among their ranks. He smirked in return. "Hey, I still gift the occasional woman! I just don't hang around long enough afterwards for them to start expecting things. Maybe if you're nice I'll gift you again before I leave."

She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Can we get started? I get to pick the first movie, because it's my house." She slid back down onto her feet and walked around the couch. "Liam, did you even tell Adam why we're celebrating? He'll be totally jealous!" Before Adam could even open his mouth, she continued excitedly, "He's been working on this screenplay and it finally got picked up by a studio. A big studio! Isn't that great?"

Shannon knelt down in front of the TV and cracked open a DVD case. While she was fiddling with the electronics, Liam blushed and shrugged. "It doesn't mean it will get made, Shann, it just means it could get made."

Adam threw his head back and laughed. "You're a lot more realistic about it than I was when I started man. I'd have maxed all my cards by now partying. Not that I ever did anything like that... I mean... all just speculation really." He shot a telling look at Liam. "But really, that's awesome!"

Liam grinned shyly and nodded in thanks. Despite his usual discomfort around new people, Adam seemed to be as genuine as Shannon, and Liam found himself quickly warming to this unexpected guest. He turned sideways on the couch, one leg curled beneath him, facing Adam more directly. "I mean... it's taken years, literally years to get this written, and I don't even want to tell you how many studios turned it down first." 

"Oh, believe me, I know exactly what you mean." Adam rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. He leaned in and put a reassuring hand on Liam's knee, "But do you have any idea how many people never get an acceptance? Or how many just give up? Shannon is right, this is huge for you! Have you ever thought about..."

Shannon smiled to herself and rolled her own eyes as the two men immersed themselves in shop talk. Names of studios, editors, producers and script doctors were flying fast and furious between them. She was glad that her back was to them and that they couldn't see her amusement. 

She hadn't seen Adam in forever, but they kept in touch, and he was one of her favorite people on the planet next to Liam. It was silly that they'd never gotten together all three of them, because she knew the boys would have a ton in common despite their night and day personalities. It was just hard to get schedules to mesh these days. She'd never seen Liam talk even this much with anyone on a first meeting before; he seemed to really be getting comfortable already. She hoped this would be the start of a really great evening, maybe even weekend. It was just too bad Adam was only in town for a couple of days before he had to fly back.

She repeatedly pushed a button on the DVD player and then growled.

"What's the matter, kitten? Forgot how to work your TV? Let me do it..." Adam got up from the couch and nudged Shannon out of the way, kneeling down and starting to tinker himself.

Shannon flopped down onto the couch and leaned against Liam, who put his arm around her.

"I hate to tell you this, honey, but I think your DVD player died." Shannon's eyes widened, but before she could start to freak out Adam put his hand up, "Don't worry! He leaned over and pulled his laptop bag off of the chair and started to pull things out of it. "One of the benefits of being a movie-making fool is that I always have a way to play DVDs, dear. Give me a minute to hook this up to the TV and we'll be good to go."

"Well, count me as extra glad you showed up uninvited then," Shannon shot at him with a cheeky grin.

Liam stroked one hand idly over Shannon's shoulder and took a drink from his beer. With his head tilted in mock wonder, he mused, more for Adam's benefit than Shannon's, "So, Shannon... how long did it take you to get over Adam when he left for Hollywood? You know, she told me she was heartbroken when you fled this little town. I bet it took her forever to talk to you afterwards, hmm? She does like to hold a grudge, doesn't she?" 

She pinched him hard. It seems he was feeling a little more at ease than she thought! Her eyes narrowed, and her mouth got small, the way it did when she was feeling particularly feisty. 

"Oh, Liam honey," she purred dangerously, "I was just jealous of all the men he started sleeping with, and that he didn't share... I'm sure that given... well, you know... I'm sure you can sympathize with me." She felt Liam tense and felt his hand moving to clamp over her mouth, but she was able to scurry away leaving him with just a strand or two of her hair. She ran around behind the couch before he had time to stop her.

She played with his hair and thought about continuing to tease him, but she could feel his skin growing hot and relented. So much for his brief show of cockiness she mused fondly. Even after all these years it seemed that she couldn't keep herself from taking her teasing a little too far with him. She leaned down and whispered apologetically. "You don't have any reason to be sensitive; there is certainly no one in this room who thinks anything is wrong with your particular sort of fantasy."

Adam watched as his old friend tried to soothe Liam's embarrassment. Though she hadn't said it, Shannon made it pretty obvious (to him at least) what sort of fantasies Liam had confided in her. Interesting. Adam grinned to himself.

With a click and whir, the DVD began to play, flashing from the screen of his laptop up onto the big TV. Shannon clapped excitedly, relieved that movie night was still a go. He set the open laptop beside the television, and walked around the table back to the couch. "I thought you said something about snacks, Shann! Don't I get some sort of reward for saving the night?"

Shannon wrapped her arms around his neck from behind the couch and squeezed him, teasingly asking him if he was sure that's all he wanted for his reward. He retorted warmly that if they wanted to watch any of these movies then yes, that's what he wanted and also that Alien Tiger Men was probably better than what she was offering anyways.

Shannon swatted him and acted righteously offended, but gave herself away as she giggled her way into the kitchen. She didn't want Liam to catch the glint in her eyes, she was sure it would give her away. 

How had she never before considered the possibilities of getting the two of them...together? She bit her lip, and went over everything in her head. Adam was the perfect experiment for Liam, he was kind, and gentle, and had a knack for putting people at ease. Add to that the fact that he was very open-minded sexually. Of course, there was also the added benefit that neither of them would likely object to her getting in on the fun. She grinned to herself and began dumping chips into bowls. 

Back in the living room, Adam turned sideways resting his head on his hand, leaning against the back of the couch, "Sooo.... you and Shann?" 

Liam grimaced. It was a common question he supposed, just not one asked to his face very often. That was a good thing because he had no real cut and dried answer. Instead he shrugged. "We just... are. I suppose? I mean, you talk to Shannon pretty regularly, I'm sure it's come up. We're not a couple, we're not... exclusive. We just enjoy one another, we get each other. But I mean, we both date other people." Liam watched the other man's expression, trying to gauge if Adam was really understanding him. Liam admitted, "Though it's probably good that neither of us dates the jealous type. We've never really had problems, I was actually engaged briefly at one point, and Kate loved Shannon. Probably almost as much as I do."

He grinned when Adam's eyebrows shot up, "Well, not quite THAT much. But we hung out a lot, the three of us, until Kate left. It wasn't because of Shannon or anything, Kate just... she was more adventurous than me, she had things to do, and we wanted different things..." His voice trailed off wistfully, he watched the movie trailers and ads flip by on the muted TV for a moment, lost in thought.

He jumped when Shannon returned, balancing three bowls of chips in her arms. "... Got awful quiet in here, you guys playing nice?" She glanced at Adam, slightly concerned.

"We're good," Liam assured her, as he took a couple bowls from her and set them on the table, snatching a few chips and popping them into his mouth before grabbing the remote and turning up the volume. "It's starting, though, so settle in and shush now."

Shannon flipped the lights off, leaving just the glow of the television and the light shining through the open kitchen door. She made herself comfortable on the couch, resting her head in Liam's lap and plopping her feet unceremoniously (but carefully!) in Adam's.

"I think you got the good end," hissed Adam playfully. 

"Nuh uh," Liam shot back with a soft grin, "Your end doesn't talk!"

Shannon let it slide and turned her head to watch the movie. She really couldn't have been happier. Adam and Liam had hit it off better than she could have hoped. Not only were they both incredibly sweet, but couldn't think of any two sexier men to be spending an evening alone with, curled up in the dark. She couldn't keep herself from teasing each of them during the movie. She shifted and pressed her feet into Adam's lap, until he grabbed them with a warm but warning smile and started to rub them. Thus thwarted she slide one hand up behind Liam and slid it under his shirt, pulling her nails over his bare skin until he wiggled and grinned down at her, but grabbed her arm and pulled it away, resting her hand and his on her stomach, and returning his attention to the movie.

She pouted inwardly, but couldn't help being amused. She supposed it served her right for trying to get frisky with movie geeks with a film running.

She'd no sooner returned her attention to the epic galactic battle on screen than she felt a strong hand sliding up the back of her calf, rubbing and massaging. She bit her lip and glanced down. Adam's dark brown eyes were still fastened on the flickering television, but the corner of his mouth was turned up in a less-than-innocent smirk. A moment later she became aware of a hand just under her breast, Liam's thumb moving across the swell of it as his fingers stroked over her ribs through her shirt. 

It was impossible for her to watch the rest of the movie, being so intensely aware of four strong hands on her. Over the next ten minutes those hands had her feeling quite warm and uncomfortable, and it was all she could do not to whimper as the fingers in her hair tugged a little harder perhaps, than intended.

As soon as the credits began to flash over the screen Adam turned on her, "You teasing little rat," he laughed, has his fingers began to attack her most ticklish and sensitive places. She tried to block his hands, but Liam caught on quickly and grabbed both of her wrists, enjoying the payback. Shannon had about driven him crazy with her squirming and wandering fingers, and it was bad enough that he kept stealing glances at Adam's strong hands on massaging her legs and feet. 




Open Doors



Shannon's squeal as Adam pinned her was quickly stifled by Liam's lips... tickling fingers soon slowed to a lazier pace, sliding up beneath her shirt, over the soft skin of her stomach. When Liam pulled his lips away, there was a sort of stunned silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of Shannon's shaky breath as eyes all met.

Finally Shannon spun and sat up. She grabbed the collar of Adam's shirt and pulled him in for a long slow kiss, stroking her tongue across his lips. It had been so long, but he was an even better kisser than she recalled. She sighed as their kiss ended and leaned back to Liam, kissing him harder. She was straddling one of his knees, and felt his excitement grow as he tasted the other man on her lips.

"I don't know about you guys, but I think the rest of the movies can wait..." 

Adam and Liam looked on as she slid to her feet, facing them both as they sat side by side on the couch. Liam pushed his hair back out of his face so he could watch as she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, her brown hair falling loose over her shoulders. He turned and saw Adam lick his lips as she stripped down to her bra and panties. He didn't waste much time himself, stripping off his own t-shirt and beginning to unfasten his jeans. Adam might have come from a small Midwestern town, mused Liam, but he certainly looked 100% California now, with his tanned and toned chest, and his sun-bleached blonde hair. He'd only pushed the denim down to his knees by the time Shannon climbed up over him and wrapped her arms around his head, tipping his head back and kissing him deeply.

Adam's fingers slid up and down her sides. Stopping by unannounced had turned out better than he'd dared to hope. He moaned quietly as soft wet lips left a trail down his throat. His voice rumbled from deep within his chest, he noticed that Liam hadn't moved, "Are you just going to watch or are you going to take some clothes off and join in?"

Shannon's face lit up wickedly and she purred, "I think he needs some help... he's a little shy. I'll get his shirt, if you get everything else."

Adam would have been lying to himself if he tried to say that he hadn't already been hoping for this turn of events. Liam's face was filled with apprehension, but he didn't resist as Shannon peeled his shirt off. Adam slid to the floor at his feet. There was something incredibly hot about the look on a man's face the first the he found another man between his legs, thought Adam with a wolfish grin. 

He'd only just met Liam, but Adam trusted his old friend to be able to read him, and since both of the man's hands simply fell to either side of his lap once he was freed from his shirt rather than moving to block him in any way, Adam turned his attention to the task at hand sliding his hands up the black denim to the button and zipper. 

For his part, Liam was unable to tear his eyes from the face of the man in front of him. Adam was wreathed in an odd glow from the blank blue screen of the television behind him. In all his fantasies over the years Liam had never managed to see a face, only a vague male form. He never could have imagined this, and with Shann here besides. His heart raced as Adam tugged the fabric of his jeans and boxers out from under him. If anyone had any doubts about Liam's desires up to this point they were eliminated as his cock sprang free, full and hard, resting against the dark hair that trailed down his pale stomach.

Shannon still knelt beside him on the couch, she purred against his ear, her tone a mix of amusement and lust, "Now I know that's not all for me... but I get to go first..."

"Because it's your house?" finished Liam in a soft and strained voice, his lips curling up slightly. He couldn't help being little relieved. He was afraid that if Adam so much as brushed against him at this point, he would explode, and that was not exactly the memory he was hoping for in his first experience with another man.

She giggled and kissed his cheek. "You're such a quick study." Her head dipped, her hair brushed over Liam's stomach and the tops of his legs, as she ran the tip of her tongue slowly up the underside of his cock. He relaxed under the relative familiarity of her caresses, and his eyes fluttered closed. He felt Adam get up.

Adam stood, looking down at the pair bathed in the blue light of the television. He felt a slight twinge of jealousy that the lips working over Liam's cock weren't his own, but, he reasoned, the night was still young. He stroked his hand across the front of his boxers, his own cock pressed tellingly against the cloth, and listened to the low moan Shannon drew from her shaggy-haired friend. 

As he stroked, a devious idea popped into his head. He turned on a lamp in the corner, better illuminating the couple on the couch, and then quietly moved to his laptop which was still connected to the television. A click of the button at the top and a green light popped on above the screen. A moment later the TV brightened. 

Shannon saw it right away, an image of herself plastered across the 55" screen, kneeling over Liam's lap, his head back and eyes closed. He was aware of nothing but the warmth of her mouth until her surprised moan made him raise his head. He blinked a few times before the image came into focus, and then couldn't look away. Unbidden his hand moved to the back of Shannon's head, marveling at how much different, and how incredibly sexy it was to watch her from two perspectives.

He watched too as Adam entered the frame. His tanned body moved behind Shannon on the couch and he ran his hands over her body, beginning at her shoulders and pulling all the way down to where his hips rested against her perfect ass. Only her pink panties and his blue plaid boxers separated them. His fingers settled across her waist for a moment and pulled her firmly against his erection. She groaned around the cock in her mouth. 

Urged on by her reaction, Adam bumped his hips against her, pushing her face further down causing her to gag slightly. A wicked grin curled over his lips, and Liam's eyes finally tore from the images on the screen, turning to meet Adam's gaze. Again he bumped her hips, but she was prepared this time, the wide head of Liam's cock sliding smoothly into the entrance of her throat. They continued in this way for several moments until Liam couldn't hold back any more.

"I'm gonna cum, babe," he murmured softly, by way of a warning. Shannnon eased her lips off of his shaft, and continued stroking him, her fingers twisting over his slick length while she tongued the base, burying her face against his balls. 

She cooed as his body tensed, and he shot his milky cum, the first spurt landing on his stomach, and more spilling over her ceaselessly stroking fingers, making lewd wet sounds. She kept working his cock until he began to whimper, too sensitive for her to continue. She chuckled and dragged her tongue over his skin, lapping up the cum that pooled around him.

Adam slid his fingers into the strap of Shannon's bra, and pulled her up and away from Liam. She twisted where she knelt and he turned her face to him, tracing his tongue over her wet lips. Liam bit his lip and felt himself twitch. He found it incredibly erotic to watch Adam taste his cum on Shannon's lips. He slid his hand gently over himself, rubbing the remaining moisture into his tingling skin.

As their kiss deepened, Shannon reached around and unclasped her bra, sliding it forward and off, and tossing it onto a chair. Adam's cock was still pressed against her ass. Adam slid one strong hand into her panties making her moan quietly against his lips. Her panties were sticky from her excitement and his fingertips slipped easily between her folds, skimming across her clit.

Liam moved forward and cupped one of her soft round breasts with one hand, brushing his thumb over the peaked nipple. He pulled the other between his lips and sucked on it, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. The stubble of his cheeks was rough against her white flesh.

She took a deep breath and then put a hand on each chest, pushing both of them back. Adam reluctantly pulled his hand away. She turned and continued to press him, pushing him down until the back of his shoulders were against the arm of the couch, and his legs bent in front of him. She moved off of the couch and slid her underwear off. Then she knelt beside it, tugging the bottom of Adam's ratty cotton boxers.

"You too, mister," she purred at him and smirked. The boxers were quickly discarded, putting the three of them on equal footing finally. 


She wrapped her fingers tightly around Adam's shaft. He was long, but not overly thick, and she loved how smooth and hard he was in her hand. She beckoned Liam closer, and he obediently lowered to all fours on the couch, his face close to hers. She kissed him tenderly as her hand worked over Adam. Shannon could feel Liam shiver, and she smiled inwardly. She knew he would never move first.

She leaned her face against the side of his head, and whispered to him as she grabbed his hand, entwined their fingers together around Adam's length, 

"Stroke him, baby... see how good he feels...." Both men closed their eyes and moaned, almost in unison. Once she felt Liam moving at his own pace she pulled her hand away. 

He stroked Adam's cock, squeezing his index finger and thumb up the tip each time, and he watched while Shannon leaned down and licked the precum from his fingers. With a devilish glint in her eye she kissed Liam, making sure he could taste the salt and the sweat. Liam's heart raced and he idly wondered if it would burst from his chest. That one taste was the last coaxing he needed.

Liam felt Shannon's fingers weave through his hair. He closed his eyes and lowered his lips to the pulsing shaft in his hand. The first lick was so gentle and tentative, but when he felt the other man move and react under his touch he grew bolder. 

Adam watched, desperately wanting to arch up against Liam's mouth, but steeling himself, letting him move at his own pace, even though it was sweet torture these gentle touches. When Liam finally encircled the head of the throbbing cock with his mouth, the sound Adam made was almost a whimper. His whole body was tight with the effort it took to keep still.

He decided he needed a distraction while Liam played, and so he grabbed Shannon's hand and pulled her to him. She'd been nearly hypnotized watching Liam; her fingertips were wet from stroking the swollen lips of her sex. Adam maneuvered her over him, one of her feet beside his head, the other on the floor, straddling his face as he lay back against the plush arm of the couch.


He inhaled deeply, drinking in the musky spiciness of her. With one long stroke of his tongue he drew from her a raspy breath while she watched Liam devour Adam's cock. Both men were in heaven. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit and then drew back and plunged into her hole. His strong hands grasped her legs and pulled her down onto his face.

"Fucking Christ," Shannon gasped, and ground down against him. "You just love having that virgin mouth wrapped around your goddamn cock, don't you," she taunted. She was enjoying her role in this, egging her friends on. The fabric of the couch back twisted under her fingers as she gripped it, trying to steady herself. "Oh god, Adam, suck on my clit, you're going to make me cum, baby..."

She couldn't believe she was already so close. His lips closed tightly around her hard wet little button, and she shook violently, unable to breathe as her climax built higher and higher. She screamed as she came, completely covering his mouth and nose while she rode him wildly, using his lips and tongue.

Adam groaned up into her, and lifted his own hips. Liam's mouth traveled deeper and more urgently over Adam's twitching pole as he listened to the beautiful brunette cum all over her friend's face. When she couldn't take it anymore she shifted and sat astride the couch arm, catching her breath and stroking Liam's hair while he eagerly swallowed his first dick.

Adam bucked his hips once and grunted, "Liam, fuck!" 

Liam knew, and he didn't care, he wanted it. He sucked like his life depended on it, his thick fingers wrapped around Adam's shaved balls. He tugged on them and teased them until he felt the cock in his lips expand. The other man growled, a sexy deep sound, releasing jet after jet of cum into him. After the initial burst, Liam pushed forward, taking him as deeply as he could without gagging and swallowing greedily.

Shannon had never seen anything so delicious in her whole life. Her two favorite men sprawled across her couch, naked and panting. 

Liam continued to work his lips over Adam's softening shaft until all of the salty cum was cleaned away. He let the member slip from his mouth, and he rested his cheek against a muscled thigh. 


Adam laughed kindly, at the blush that crept across Liam's face, and lazily stroked a hand over his hair. "Don't go all embarrassed on me, man. Holy shit, you were... amazing." He closed his eyes and let his head loll back, completely spent and relaxed. 

Shannon padded over to the laptop and pushed the center button again. The TV dimmed to blue again, and she pushed and prodded the entangled male limbs on the couch until she found a way to squeeze in between them, curled in a sweaty heap.

They lay there for some time until the breathing of the two men slowed into a peaceful dozing rhythm. Shannon's lips quirked upwards, and she sighed ruefully. Of course they would both fall asleep. She would give them a little time to relax, she supposed. After all, if they slept, there were always fun ways of waking them both up...



Open Doors



Daniel was late back from the office once again - the third time this week.

The amount of paperwork submitted for his approval this time of year was getting ridiculous. He normally enjoyed his role as accounts manager for a medium sized sportswear firm on the westcoast. Not only did it give him the opportunity to try out some new products on the market before they went on general release but it paid well and usually it was a pretty laid back and flexible company. Following the messy divorce to his wife Patrice, the work-life balance the company offered was excellent in affording him the time to spend with his daughter, who he adored. Daniel was a fairly fit and healthy individual, and used to take part in a lot of sports in his younger days. He loved to windsurf and take the small yacht he shared with a co-worker out on alternate weekends.

Standing at 6'2 he was no slouch, and although he enjoyed a drink of whisky every now and again down at the yacht club on the harbor even at 45 he was hardly a pound overweight for his height. He liked to think that the only give-away for his age was his graying hair, but he wasn't yet vain enough to shave it all off or dye it in a fit of pique. Not yet anyhow.

He had hoped to be back earlier than this. It was 8pm as he approached the driveway to his 4-bed modest home in a semi-exclusive suburb. Since the divorce it had been difficult for his daughter and it wasn't fair to leave her to fend for herself so many nights in a row. He vouched to make it up to her as soon as the weekend arrived. Pulling up in the drive way in the jet black Audi, he took his sports bag out the boot of the car - always there in-case he wanted to embark on a spot of squash straight from the office. It currently contained his works suit he had worn early during the day, and now he was just clad in a pair of grey cotton slacks and a white t-shirt with red piping and the yellow company logo of Harbourt Sports on the lapel. He hadn't managed to go to squash, but he still felt the need to change.

"Work, stays at work, as do work clothes" was often his reasoning. He approached the porch noticing the lighting subdued and just his daughter's bedroom light on indicating any sign of life.

"Hey, hunny, Daddy's home." he shouts at the top of his voice as he crosses the threshold, eager to relax. Thursday, only one more day to get through until the weekend.

Samantha was used to coming home to a quiet house, but all the solitude gave her too much time to think of everything. Usually her thoughts would eventually turn towards anger. Anger at her mom for doing what she did to ruin the marriage. Anger at her dad for letting it all happen. Anger at the world for not caring. She was 18 now so she was an adult in the laws view, but in a lot of ways she was still just an angry teenager.

She had tried to keep as busy as possible so that she wouldn't have to think about it all. She would read as much as she could. Immersing herself in a world of magic and fantasy. Some of the books she was reading were dark, much too dark for a girl still trying to finish high school. She didn't really care what the other kids thought about her anymore. Actually since she started changing her appearance she reveled in the lack of attention. Actually that wasn't it at all. It wasn't that the kids were ignoring her. It was just that they were giving her a different kind of attention. Fear, or better yet intimidation. Her classmates were a little bit afraid of her now.

First came her hair. Overnight the long golden locks were gone, replaced by jet black short hair. Then came the piercings. First her ears were turned into sieves. Then an eyebrow gained a jewel. Next her nose, and then finally her lip dawned a metal loop. She definitely could not go through a metal detector without setting it off anymore.

Nowhere else was her change more noticeable than on the volleyball court. She loved playing volleyball because that was the only place she could totally forget about all of her problems. Her teammates were a little scared by her new hair and piercings, but they were glad to have a 5'9" outside hitter that could jump out of the gym. That skinny, quiet kid had a new fire in her that made her hit the shit out of the ball now. She heard her dad pull up and was immediately happier. She longed for the silence of the house to be broken. Even if it meant talking to a man that couldn't understand the things she was going through.

Leaving his bag at the bottom of the stairs to be carried up later Daniel strode through the house like a man with a purpose. He got through the hall, the kitchen and then the lounge as he made his way to the drinks cabinet. It wasn't that he was a particularly heavy drinker, it was just a little routine of his, his way of saying it was Thursday and that tomorrow is the end of the week. He was very loathe to do it any normal working night, but Friday's tended to be half-days in the office anyway. Opening a bottle of red wine he poured himself a large glass and then hesitated, his fingers around the stem of another glass. Would Samantha like a drink? Would it be inappropriate on school night? He took the glass anyway and poured half a glass, even if Samantha turns it down he'll finish it off. Judging by the way she has been rebelling with her appearance right now, he wondered if she would drink it or not. 

"Hey where are you hunny?!" He moved to the bottom of the stairs and called up, the house sounded empty, not even any neo-classical music (rock or otherwise) playing from her bedroom. She must have her head in a book again.

"I've poured you a glass of wine. Have you eaten already?" His wife had been a superb cook, Daniel on the other hand was a takeaways, restaurants or ready meal guy. Not because he couldn't cook. Far from it, but these days he really didn't have the time to concoct the perfect meals his ex-wife always seemed able to.

"Come on down, and let you Old man see his favorite daughter!" he chuckled to himself, he'd called her that for years even though she was an only child. He placed some Wes Montgomery jazz on the old 45 record player and settled onto the sofa taking a large sip of the wine. She barreled down the stairs with all of her pent up energy from reading and studying. She liked alone time to an extent, but the prolong silence of the house these days really got to her. She was wearing grey sweat shorts that had been her favorite since the eighth grade. The only difference now was that her legs were way longer, and the short shorts left little to the imagination.

Her black tank top was of some heavy metal band that she liked, and then hated, and now just thought was ok. Her breasts had been nonexistent for so long, but now she was showing her womanliness. Her breasts were still small, but they were perky to the extent of pointing at the ceiling. They actually looked much bigger on her skinny long frame. And the fact that her shirt was a couple of sizes too small didn't make them any more inconspicuous. 

There was dad slouched on the coach looking beat from work.

"I wish he can be happy again soon" she thought.

She plopped next to him on the coach and gave him a big hug

"How was work pops?" She asked and stared up at him with childlike eyes that made him forget all the shit they both had been through. At times she could be the biggest bitch of a teenage girl, but other times she was his little angel again. An angel with dyed black hair and piercings everywhere he could see, and probably elsewhere. 

"A glass for me? If you insist. But just one, I have practice tomorrow and a big test. Wine always makes me sleepy anyway"

She grabbed her glass and had a long drink.

Watching her approach the couch, it seemed like Samantha needed a new wardrobe. Daniel could have sworn those were her shorts from a few years ago, before a growth spurt, that were now only slightly longer than hotpants, clinging to her buttocks. That alone would have been enough, but her top half was no better, her shirt clinging to her form, extenuating her perky breasts, and exposing a little of her midriff if she leaned back or held herself upright fully. He considered what boys her own age would think if they saw her now and quickly came to the conclusion that they would think her HOT. He smiled to himself, and her embrace was warm and genuine.

"Work was good thank you," out of politeness more than anything else, work was a bitch recently. "How about school? Much homework?" Already knowing the answer would be a resounding yes, as it was close to the end of term, the time when all the tests and essay must be completed.

"You deserve a glass every now and again! You work hard at school, and you have to put up with me!" he laughed, a weary laugh, he knew things were hard for both of them right now and not acknowledging that would not help matters.

"One more day and it's the weekend poppet. You have any plans? We could do something together, go to the cinema or go to the mall and get you some better fitting clothes..." His gaze was warm and friendly as he turned to her again to inspect her clothing and her body underneath once more. He was proud and pleased to have an attractive daughter. Even if she had decided to go for an alternative look with the nose stud, eyebrow jewel, and the lip piercing. He considered for a moment if she had piercings he couldn't see, and then dismissed the thought almost immediately. " "My clothes fit just fine." She looked down at her shorts and shirt. Her midriff was exposed, showing a fairly new piercing that she didn't want her dad to see, so she tugged her shirt down. She also noticed that besides showing off all of her long legs, which she didn't mind, her shorts had settled ever so slightly into the cleft of her newly shaved vagina. She quickly, subconsciously, straightened her shorts. As she glanced back at her dad she could have sworn that she caught him glancing between her legs and smiling ever so slightly.

Whether it was true or not, the idea of her dad checking Samantha out made her feel good deep down. It wasn't a sexual thing. It just felt good that a man found her attractive. The boys at school were so immature, and they looked right past her, or so she thought. And if she was anyone else she would have thought her dad was hot. He was in great shape, and the looks he gave with his gorgeous eyes could make anyone's heart skip a beat.

She had a big paper due on Monday, but it was almost done. If she finished it as soon as she got home from practice, she would have time for a movie. And it sounded like her dad was into buying her some new clothes. No matter what she tried to tell herself, she really would like some new shorts. She didn't have any jeans that fit right anymore since her last growth spurt.

"A movie sounds like fun dad, but I get to pick it. And if you want to get me some new clothes I won't stop you. " She glanced down at her exposed midriff again and tugged her shirt down again. 

"I better get to sleep then. I have to get some serious work done tomorrow before our big date." She laughed, finished her wine in a big gulp, and then, quick as lightening, jumped up to give her dad a good night peck on the cheek. 

He liked his daughter's laugh, and it had been a while since he had heard it genuinely and not forced. It was slightly shrill, but filled him with joy whenever he heard it. He watched her little hips sway as she made her way out the room, and noticed again the tightness of the shorts around her buttocks. Maybe it was the wine or the lack of any sexual contact with anyone for a long time, but he found a heat appearing between his thighs. He guiltily pushes the feelings to one side, before realizing that it has been a very long time since he had had any sexual pleasure. 

After another glass of wine, Daniel decides to call it a night himself, early to work in the morning and he could be out by midday. He turned in, but took his laptop with him. Making sure Samantha's bedroom light was off, meaning that she'd be asleep, he lied naked under the quilt and turned the machine on. He flicked through a few news sites and forums, but soon more carnal desires took his attention. Unable to rid his mind of his daughter's clothing, and alternative looks, he flicked through a few porn sites dedicated to 'Goths' and Emo's'. Settling on an alluring picture of a young girl with baby pink hair and piercings, roughly the same build as Samantha he began to masturbate. He slid his hand down to his cock, and could feel it immediately grow. He slowly traced his penis with the tips of his fingers, feeling pleasure as it quickly rose to attention. Images of the girl spread over her bed, spreading her tight pussy for the camera soon got him fully erect. He grabbed his thick cock with his whole hand and marveled at how hard he had grown.

"Feel like steel." He thought as he slowly started to massage his cock. He soon found more hardcore images of the punk girl sucking a huge cock. He could feel the precum starting to trickle out of his cock, so he used his thumb and forefinger to rub the slippery substance all over the shaft of his cock. It felt so good. With his other hand he click forward on the series of pictures with the hot little teenie. Now she was jerking off the cock, with her legs spread wide for the camera. "I wonder if Samantha shaves her pubic hair like this girl." He thought and then tried to push the thought far from his mind. The girl in the pictures had one of her hands on her pussy now as she took the enormous cock in her mouth again. Daniel started to stroke his cock a little more deliberately. Now she hand a finger in her little bald cunt as her other hand rubbed her erect clit.

"Fuck she has a big clit. I bet she is really turned on." Daniel loved porn where the girls actually seemed to enjoy the sex. "I wonder if Sam masturbates." He thought as he started to jack off more vigorously. On the next pictured her hand had gone from her pussy to her asshole. She had her pointer finger buried in her asshole up to the second knuckle. Dan could feel himself getting very close. The next picture had the giant cock erupting a wave of cum at the girls face. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling with her mouth open. As if she wanted to catch every drop. The next picture showed that most of the cum drenching her face and perky little tits. Daniel lost it. His cock pulsated and erupted in his hand. He didn't have time to grasp a Kleenex or anything. His sheets got soaked by what seemed like gallons of his seed. As he laid in post orgasmic bliss, his mind grasped on what had put him over the edge so suddenly, those little perky tits reminded him entirely of his daughter's.

Samantha got home earlier than expected the next day. Volleyball practice was cancelled because of a burst pipe in the gym. She was a little sad that she wouldn't be able to practice, but was glad to get a head start on finishing her paper. She was strangely excited about going to a movie with her dad. The two of them had not hung out much for the last couple of years. They used to be close when she was younger, but as teenagers often do, she began to distance herself. Then all the trouble before the divorce happened, and lately she just seemed far away.

Last night was fun however. She enjoyed just the two of them talking on the couch. It made her feel warm. Or maybe that was just the wine, but it had felt good to be close to her father again. It just felt good to be close to anyone. She had been so withdrawn lately, and her new appearance did not exactly invite people to get close to her. On top of all of that, her dad was fun. He was smart, funny, and good looking. Wait, did she just think that about her own dad? Gross, but it was true. There was no denying that her dad was good looking.

Once home, she finished her paper in less than an hour, but when she tried to print it she realized her printer was out of ink. She went to grab her dad's laptop which was wirelessly connected to their other printer, but it was missing. After searching around a bit, she found it in his bedroom. She didn't think much of this, and continued printing the paper. As it was printing, Samantha decided to check the internet for movie times. As she typed the first two letters to the theater, the auto fill feature flashed "Hot horny Emo Teen"

"What the hell." She clicked on the link, and the screen was filled with a young, attractive girl with cotton candy pink hair. Her body had even more piercings than Samantha, and she was totally naked and shoving a big black dildo into her shaved pussy. Even her pussy was pierced. Samantha was taken aback. 

"Oh my god! Dad has been jacking off to this?"

Her first instinct was to look way, but curiosity got the better of her. She clicked for the next image. It was a zoomed in image of the girl's pussy. The girl's pubic hair was shaved clean except for a small pink patch above her vagina, whose lips were spread so incredibly wide to accommodate the huge tool penetrating her. Her clit looked huge and erect, and its clitoral hood was pierced with a bar with two studs on the ends.

Samantha had seen porn before, but nothing like this. The idea that her father probably masturbated to these very images aroused Samantha. She click on the next image.

The girl was joined by an attractive man. Now they were kissing. In the next image she was reaching for his fly. Now his cock was out, and it was huge. Samantha wondered what it would be like to touch a cock like that, or even try to fit it in her mouth. 

She suddenly realized that her hand had subconsciously gone to the crotch of her shorts, and she was mindlessly rubbing her crotch through her clothing. It felt good. She clicked on the next image. Just as she was starting to enjoy herself a thought popped into her head.

"That girl dad was jacking off to looks a lot like me!"

Daniel's day at work had been mostly uneventful. Friday tended to be the day everyone in the office tied up loose ends before starting the following week. It was not unusual for members of staff to go home at lunch time. Despite his best wishes and intentions it appeared that the world was conspiring against him today. 

Firstly, his boss called him into a meeting at eleven AM. One that required his input and attention as his boss hadn't been keeping himself up to speed and reading his emails from Daniel. Annoying. Secondly, four financial approval forms were submitted to his desk at 12:30, just as Daniel was finishing his sandwich and thinking of hitting the gym. There was nothing that could be done about it. Just one of those days. By the time he got out of the office and hit the gym it was 2:30. He had a little routine he did where he'd use the cardio machines for an hour, then lift some weights for half-hour, finally hitting the pool for forty-five minutes for a few lengths and to cool off. It was his twice weekly routine and it had been keeping him fit as a fiddle since he had started doing it religiously three years ago. 

By the time he had finished in the gym and pool and got changed, it had gone 5pm. Samantha would have finished school and be home by now, even if she had gone to volleyball practice. He liked to think that he was a good role model for this daughter by going to the gym, and he always encouraged her with her sports. Throughout his work out however, he could not stop thinking about her pulling her skimpy top down to cover something up. 

"Just what could that be?" he wondered curious. He decided to stick to his plan of bringing it up while they were shopping tomorrow. But as his mind thought about her antics, it developed towards the images of the girl he masturbated to the previous evening. He couldn't quite believe that he had found the images so alluring considering the girl looked not a million miles away from Samantha. Even more concerning was that the images he found so attractive were not just the soft-core 'expose' shots, but the full blooded hardcore oral pictures. He shook his head to himself somewhat guiltily. What did this mean? 




Open Doors



Slightly confused he arrived at home bang on 5:30, ready for a drink and some relaxation. He hoped Samantha hadn't locked herself in her room to study, he needed the company right now, not only to convince himself that he didn't want to sleep with his daughter.

After looking at a few more images, a thought popped into her head. A sly smile appeared on her lips as she thought about her idea. She turned off the computer, and ran to the corner store. While she was in line waiting to pay for her items, she started thinking about her plan, and for some reason it really got Samantha excited.

She hurried home and jumped into the shower. Her head was filled with all the erotic images she saw earlier, and it was making her so horny. Shaving her legs felt like an erotic experience. She spent extra time carefully shaving her pubic hair. After she was done, she ran her finger down her smooth slit. She slipped a finger in and with her other hand she gently teased her clit. She could feel it stand up as she closed her eyes and imagined that big cock she saw stretching her pussy. She slipped a second finger in her smooth pussy and it felt like her pussy was stretched to its limits.

"How can I ever get a cock in there?"

She rubbed her clit faster and faster. Pictures of that punk girl flashed through her head. And that cock, that big beautiful cock stretching her out. More images flashed, and she rubbed harder while her two fingers went in and out of her soaked pussy like that cock, until she erupted in orgasm. She had to brace herself on the side of the shower her legs went so weak.

She finished showering, got out, dried herself, and then continued with her plan. When she finished, she put on the only pair of jeans she had left that fit, kind of. She put on a little black tank top, and then she stared at the mirror to see how she looked. She could barely recognize the girl staring back at her. It was more the girl from her dad's computer then it was her. She ran a hand through the cotton candy of her hair, and waited for her dad to come home.

Daniel returned home and crossed the threshold feeling exhilarated from the exercise in the gym. His mind was still working overtime from the day he had, however so he decided to go straight to the kitchen where he pulled up a bar stool and started flicking through cook books trying to find a nice recipe to cook them both for dinner. 

It was strangely quiet in the house. He knew Samantha was home as he could hear her footsteps on the floorboards above the kitchen. Perhaps she hadn't heard him pull up onto the drive way. Unusual, but not to be expected, given how busy they had both been recently. He found a recipe for Pad Thai that he liked the look of and got off the stool to check that he had everything needed in the refrigerator. Success! For once they had all the ingredients! Deciding just to check with his daughter first to see if she had already eaten, he called up the stairs.

"You OK honey? You're quiet up there. Have you already eaten? I was going to cook Pad Thai, do you want some?"

He waited for her response, but was greeted with silence. "What the Dickens is she up to?" he spoke under his breath and decided to climb the stairs to see what was going on.

As he got to the corridor from which her bedroom and the bathroom were adjoining, he could see the steam emanating from the bathroom, but the door was open, the light off, and no sign of life in there. "She must have had a shower, perhaps that's why she couldn't hear me?" he thought, before approaching her doorway and listening in slightly. Again no unusual sounds emanated from her room, in fact it was silent. He knocked twice on the door. 

"Did you hear me hun, I'm cooking Pad Thai, do you want some?" he knocked again, before throwing the door open, the sight he saw inside took his breath away from his lungs, and caused his heart to beat fast in his chest. Stood in front of her long mirror, his daughter was standing in a pair of slightly tight jeans and a black tank top. She was admiring herself, and ruffling her hair.

It was this that had caused Daniel's sudden surprise, for the hair she was toying with was cotton candy pink. Just like the girl on the internet. The blood pooled to his groin immediately and he felt a twitch in his shaft. Involuntarily, he was becoming slowly erect. She couldn't possibly know about the images he had masturbated too last night could she? This just had to be a very strange coincidence surely! 

All that would come from his mouth was a gasp and a "Wow!" as for the first moment in his life he had been stunned into silence by his daughters appearance. "Hey dad! I didn't hear you come in." She jumped in his arms and gave him a big hug. He also fell backwards from the intensity of her hug. She hadn't hugged him like this in years. After the hug she stepped back, ran a hand through her bright hair, and then gave a little twirl. 

"How do you like my hair? You ready for our big date?" She stepped close and with a very serious look and deep voice asked " Have you been waiting all day for this?" Then her natural demeanor returned and she started to giggle. 

"You are still stinky from the gym. Go hit the shower and get clean you stinky boy. I will get started on dinner."

She startled him with a slap on his ass, and then took off downstairs laughing as she went. Daniel was left wondering what had gotten into his daughter.

Still in shock from her new hair, Daniel was equally surprised by the ferocity of her embrace. It seemed, well, warm and tender, and very pleasant. He hoped to god she couldn't feel the stirring in his pants as she got close to him.

"Your hair is..." he gulped, "I mean it's a lovely shade. Much better than the black." he thought about asking her there and then if she had used his laptop, and seen the images. Something in the back of his mind stopped him. Instead he was instructed to get into the shower and prepare for their 'date'. He wondered exactly what she meant by this and where she was taking it. The slap on his ass as he left the room puzzled him further, as did her giggle, and her willingness to get dinner sorted. His daughter hadn't been this pleasant with him since the divorce. Had they both just turned a corner.

Contemplating the situation he showered, for a long time. His mind recalling the image of Samantha standing there in front of him, with bright cotton candy hair. He was hard in no time, and his fingers were soon wrapped around his thick meaty shaft. He mindlessly began to stroke his hard cock. He could not get the image of his daughter out of his head. Then it was the image of the girl on his computer. Then it was Samantha again. Finally it was Samantha posing like the girl on his computer was. And Samantha was taking that big cock in her mouth. And the guy in the picture was taking his cock out of her mouth to cum all over her. To cum all over his daughter Samantha. Daniels cock erupted with cum, and he came all over the shower door. His eyes reopened as a warmth blanket of ecstasy slowly rose from him. 

"Wow that was a big orgasm. What the hell is wrong with me."

Feeling instantly better from relieving his sexual frustrations he shaved his face, then paused and contemplated. He used to shave his balls and the shaft of his penis regularly, but since his wife was gone he had neglected this part of his grooming ritual. He rubbed shaving gel on his still semi erect cock and on his balls and proceeded to remove any hair from his manhood. He then sprayed on his most expensive deodorant and aftershave and made his way down stairs in a loose pair of canvas shorts and a white light cotton shirt. Both from his last real holiday, when they had last been a family and explored remote islands off of Thailand. Happy memories.

"Yay, you are clean!" She came up to him and gave him another big hug, and then a kiss on the cheek that seemed to last a little too long. Samantha liked the canvas shorts he was wearing. They showed off his muscular legs, and if she focused hard she could see the outline of her father's cock. 

"What am I doing, he's my dad." She thought to herself, but it didn't stop the emotions going through her.

She had unbuttoned the top of her jeans because they were a bit too tight, and the tops of her bright pink panties were showing. She was a bit overheated in the kitchen so her usually pale skin was taking on a red tinge.

"What kind of movie do you want to see?" She asked as her back was turned to him stirring the meal on the stove. From behind he could see the tiny triangle of her panties poking out from the top of her jeans. Her ass was wiggling back and forth as she stirred. She looked amazing. Did Daniel just see his daughter staring at his legs, before they hugged and she kissed his cheek? What's more I'm sure her eyes just roved to his groin. Daniel was suspicious. She must know something, to be acting so strange around him of late. She must have been on his computer and seen the link to the site he had masturbated too. Either that or she was deflecting suspicion away from what was under her tank top, what she had been trying to cover up in that skimpy T-shirt last night. A piercing, or worse a tattoo. She wasn't really old enough for either but had somehow managed to persuade the local parlor to adorn her with her current piercings. 

Daniel mused on the situation as Samantha tended to the dinner. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. Her jeans were slightly tight so she had undone the top button, and from his vantage point sitting at the breakfast bar on a tall stool, he could see the very top of her pink panties from behind. He thought this section of material was often referred to as a 'whale tail' by the younger generation. He found himself mutter it underneath his breath, and was surprised and slightly embarrassed when Samantha swiveled around on the spot to bring him up on it.

"A 'whale tail' isn't it what they call that material at the back of your underwear?" he could feel his cheeks color up as he said he. He didn't like to admit he had just been looking at his daughter's ass, even if it was of a rather pleasant looking shape. Changing the subject quickly he answered her question. 

" I haven't seen a good horror movie for years! There's a couple of good ones isn't there?" He thought his daughter might know. "It's a whale tail or a slingshot. Do you like the pink? " She unzipped the front of her jeans a bit so he could see the top of her panties. 

"Now you know why I need new jeans. These barely fit." She struggled to button them. Now she knew that he was looking at her very closely. "I think dad is checking me out." She thought. The idea of her dad looking at her panties excited Samantha. She wondered if he would jack off to her image later, instead of that porn girl on his computer. The thought further stoked the fire in her.

"There is that new horror movie out, 'Kidnapped' I think it's called. I heard it was really good. There was that big controversy because the billboards had a young girl in bra and panties gagged and handcuffed to a radiator of something".

She thought a scary movie would be the best way to get some contact with her dad. She could use the excuse of being scared to snuggle up to him, and then who knew what could happen. 

She wasn't sure what was driving this new want to get close to her dad. She was really enjoying the attention he was showing her, and the images that she saw on his computer had lit a fire inside her that seemed to be driving her insane with lust.

"Dinner is served"

She put two plates of delicious smelling food on the table. Then as her dad was sitting down she pulled the first trick she was planning. She dimmed the lights and lit two candles she had hidden under the table. She giggled as she sat down. And he could not quite figure out that look in her big eyes.

"Now our date can start." She said with a big smile.

Rubbing his chin absent mindedly he listened as Samantha confirmed the name of the film he had seen billboards for. "Hmm, seems interesting we shall see that then." he said almost assertively. 

He had felt more in control of himself and events than at any time since the divorce. For some reason right now, he felt his life was going in the right direction. Did it have any connection to the new found closeness he was experiencing with his daughter the past couple of days? He was unsure, and didn't want to be premature of anything. He'd just have to wait and see. But when she had pulled her jeans down further and flashed the top of her pink panties to him, he had to admit to himself that he wanted her to go further, and take her jeans off completely. Hell, he'd have her serve him dinner in her underwear or butt naked even if he could have his own way. Where was all this coming from? Was it just the new hair? Was it the fact he'd not been with anyone for months and months since the divorce? He admitted to himself slowly as she produced the candles and lit them, creating a romantic restaurant feel in their own kitchen, that he wanted to fuck his own daughter. There. He had said it to himself. 

But that thought was preposterous. He did not want to fuck his daughter, but just thinking about such a taboo thing excited Daniel. 

Surprised she had gone to such lengths for a dinner for the two of them his mind whirled overtime. Watching her face as she served up dinner, he was sure he saw her eyes darting to and from him. He tried to detect what was going on behind her facade, but ultimately failed. What had she gone to so much effort for?

"Thank you for going to this trouble honey." he said graciously, taking a fork full and eating. "It's really good!" speaking behind his hand with his mouth still slightly full.

"Actually, I was just thinking. Instead of going to the cinema tonight, we have tons of movies here, we could set up on the couch and have a movie night together? We could do the cinema tomorrow? I'm a little pooped from work and the gym." He lied.

He ate his meal thinking of a way to engineer a situation to get closer to her. Despite having only just relieved himself in the shower a half hour ago, he was feeling horny again. He knew in the back of his head it was wrong, but she had started acting like they were on a date for real. His mind was mad with erotic thoughts. He had no chance of thinking straight tonight. He was mad with lust. "I don't mind staying in as long as we watch a scary movie. These jeans don't fit anyway."

She tugged up at the tight jeans that were already half off her ass now that her fly was unbuttoned. She purposely gave her dad another view of her pink panties. Hoping that he would see how shear they were.

"You have to promise to take me shopping this weekend Daddy, I really need new clothes."

The idea of staying in appealed to her. She had felt so close to her dad the night before, and now that she had seen his porn and dyed her hair, Samantha was hoping that she would get even more attention from dear old dad. In all honesty, she really didn't know what she wanted from her dad, but she loved the attention. Also the images she saw had really opened up a new side of her dad to her. She never even thought of him as a sexual being before. If nothing else maybe he would open up about what turned him on as a man, and she was so curious of the opposite sex.

Samantha looked up from her meal with have a mouthful of food and said."If we are staying in, let's put on some PJ's and make a strong drink like a Martini. Its Friday after all!"

"We'll go shopping first thing in the morning Samantha." he replied as she drew attention to the tightness of her jeans once more and how she had undone the top button. That was the second time she had done that this evening. "You can choose the film if you like. I always normally let your mother do that job, but being as you are the lady of the house now, that can be your pleasure." He grinned, eating the rest of his meal in curious silence. 

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather, they grinned and smiled and smirked at each other from between the candles as they sat opposite each other. Not sure what else to say until Samantha mentioned about getting their PJ's on and having a strong drink. Daniel didn't mind Samantha drinking, in fact he often encouraged it at home so that she could get an understanding of what was socially acceptable. He'd rather her have a drink with him, than get rip roaring drunk in the park with her friends after all. The thought of them snuggling up on the sofa appealed to him, but he was rather anxious that if he did become aroused in his PJ's, that it would be obvious to her. He considered his options and then said something that he knew would illicit a response from her one way or another.

"You know your Dad sleeps naked don't you?" It was true he was never seen around the house in PJ's or dressing gown, preferring instead to wear shorts and T-shirt even when it was first thing on a morning. He smiled to himself wondering what she would say to that. Finishing his food he thanked her for a lovely meal and excused himself from the table, returning a few seconds later with the Martini bottle and proper glasses.

"I mean don't let me stop you from putting your PJ's on...In fact how about those little pink hot pant ones?" he caught himself suggesting her clothing for the rest of the evening already imagining how they would hug her body, as he poured them both a large Martini with a green olive on a skewer. Decadent. Samantha was taken aback by his sleeping in the nude comment, but she liked the fact that her dad had paid attention enough to her wardrobe to make a suggestion on what she should wear. Her faced flushed red with embarrassment mixed with excitement as she stammered, "uhh, I don't know what you sleep in? I just thought...I don't know. You can wear whatever you want, but I will put on my pink pj's for you. Can we have a drink first?"

As they clinked their Martini glasses, Samantha made a toast. " To our date night." She looked her dad in the eye hungrily, and then her eyes dropped in the shame of what she was thinking about doing. 

"I got the perfect movie picked out, The Fifth Element." It wasn't the scary movie that she had originally intended to use to snuggle up, but it had a girl with brightly colored hair, like her and the girl her father masturbated to, in it. The girl was naked a few times in the movie from what she could remember, and barely wore anything for the rest of the movie. Samantha was hoping this would get a rise out of her dad. 

After she finished her martini she told her dad that she would run up and change, and meet him on the couch. As she was tearing off her clothes, she suddenly realized that the martini was going straight to her head. She looked at herself in the mirror before putting on her hot pants and short t shirt that barely covered her midriff. She stroked her pink hair, and shot her most seductive glance at the mirror. Tonight was going to be fun she thought.

She pushed out her chest so that her little perfectly rounded breasts stuck out as much as possible. She unconsciously ran a hand on her freshly shaven pussy, and she felt a moisture that indicated how much she was looking forward to tonight no matter what happened. She thought of her dad sleeping in the nude, and the thought drew more moisture from her loins. She threw on her tight pink hot pants and way too short shirt and headed down the stairs and dove onto the couch.

Daniel had decided to clean up their dinner dishes while Samantha changed. He found this rather arduous chore a little more fun by the time he had had a couple of sips from the Martini glass. He was feeling quite impressed with himself that he had managed to convince her to go for the little pink hot pants. 

No matter what else happened this evening, at least he'd have the image of his daughter in those tight little things in his head for later. What was he doing? Here he was washing up thinking of masturbating over his daughter. But by the time it ran through his head he realized she wasn't totally innocent in all this too. Dyeing her hair, the romantic candles, 'date night', and now her choice of movie, The Fifth Element. It had been a while since he had seen it, but he was pretty sure the lead female 'Leeloo' had bright dyed hair and a penchant for revealing clothing. He pieced all his evidence together and realized that Samantha had been toying with him. 




Open Doors



"She must have known about the images on the computer. She MUST have!" he told himself. But there was one way to be sure. The laptop was in the kitchen from earlier when he had done the grocery shopping on-line. He checked the cache and the history files and saw that the images had been seen not once, but twice, the last time when he was at work earlier today. Bingo! He felt slightly embarrassed and then relieved that he had not made all of this up in his head. Samantha had seen the images, and probably not long after, she dyed her hair to match the girl in the pornography. Was this all just to tease him, or did it mean more. No matter, it certainly meant something.

Finishing the dishes he carried his drink to the lounge with a little smirk on his face at how naive he had been, his daughter was certainly growing into a sexual being. And that's when he saw her, spread out lying on the couch, back against a pile of cushions, her right leg tucked under her left which was pointing straight out on the sofa. He stood there for just a few moments casting his eyes over her. The t-shirt was skimpy, exposing a little of underneath her navel, the hot pants tight and low, from here he could make out the two lines of her abdomen disappearing under the material. In fact all it would take would be a little tug down and he'd expose her pussy to him. It really didn't leave much to the imagination and as he gazed upwards from her feet on his second pass his eyes scoured the contours of her young legs. And then he saw it.

The hot pants must have been a few years old, the material a little thinner than when they were new, for they were tight between her legs, the material tracing her womanhood and giving her a 'camel toe'. His penis stirred in his shorts uncontrollably.

With the DVD on pause, Daniel lifted her legs and sat down so that her feet were nestled into his lap, he ensured he 'accidentally' brushed the top of her thigh with his fingertips right over the material of her hot pants. 

"I think I remember this film," he started as the opening credits rolled. "Isn't this the one with the hot girl with the bright dyed hair?" he asked turning to his daughter. He knew the truth now, and he wasn't going to let it stop him enjoying himself. Perhaps Samantha would end up with more than she bargained for from 'date night'. "You think she is hot? I think she kind of looks like me, but with different colored hair, and no piercings."

Samantha shook her hair and struck a pose, thrusting her perfect little breasts out towards her father. The martini had made her very bold, and all of the erotic thoughts over the last couple of days had really made her mad with sexual energy. When her dad touched her thigh, ever so slightly, it had sent an electric spark of excitement straight up her leg to your pussy.

"Her breasts are small like mine." She said as she gently cupped the bottoms of her young tits. "Do you think that guys will think that I am hot with my small breasts?" She let her pink hair fall over her eyes, and she then blew away the hair and looked at her dad in her best shy, innocent girl face.

She laid back down to watch the movie, and as she watched, she ever so carefully inched her foot closer and closer to her dad's groin. Finally she reached her destination, and would she dare? Why not, she could always play it off as an accident. She started to move her delicate foot back and forth on his cock. She anticipated the part of the movie where the girl was naked. Would her dad get a hard on in front of her? She hoped he would. She had no idea what she would do if he did, but she was curious to see it happen. She was curious about sex in general. What if her dad had a big cock! What if she saw it tonight? The thought was getting her excited, and she had subconsciously started rubbing her inner thigh.

"Hmm, perhaps she does look a little like you..." 

Daniel teased her as she commented on the character Leeloo from the film, and she did have a point, despite the orange hair and the lack of piercings the actress did have a resemblance with Samantha. When Samantha started talking about the size of her breasts and whether boys would fancy her Daniel tried not to stare. She could look so innocent and sweet when she wanted to, a contrast to the rebellious streak she had embodied with the piercings and the dark black hair or late, and it was like someone had given him his daughter back when she did

"I am sure the boys think you are super hot already. Beautiful breasts are beautiful breasts, big or small it doesn't matter."

Soon the film rolled on wards to a part where Leeloo was naked. Daniel was busy with the thought that his daughter looked similar in proportion when he felt some pressure between his legs. Shuffling on the sofa to get more comfortable he thought nothing more of it. But a few seconds later it was there again, a little nudging towards his penis.

"An accident, it must be an accident!" he exclaimed to himself but no, her toes were tracing the outline of his shaft, rubbing the material of his shorts over his now growing member. It felt good. Opening his legs wider he allowed her wandering feet onto his inner thigh so that they could travel over his balls and the entire length of his shaft.

He let his hand drop to her soft, young thigh and caressed it reassuringly up and down through the thin fabric of her pajamas. 

Trying to concentrate back on the film, he felt his cock begin to harden in response to his daughter's foot ever so slightly touching him. It was hot and aching to be touched by more than a stray foot. Daniel took another swig of his martini. Between the wine and now the martini he had a pretty good buzz on. And why not, it was Friday. He felt that he had to move or else he would have a raging hard on poking at the thin fabric of his shorts. He took the last of his martini in a single gulp and jumped up just as the main character of the movie was about to get naked. He was careful to keep his back to his daughter as he walked out of the room.

"Just refreshing my drink hon. Would you like a little top off?" 

He called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Samantha was stunned at her father's sudden exit. She could swear that she felt his cock swell under her toes, but she just couldn't be sure.

"Was he getting turned on? Was that why he had to jump out of the room? The thought that she was getting her own dad hot and bothered excited Samantha. The alcohol was really going to her head too. She never had more than two glasses of wine and she had drunk three already tonight along with about half of her martini.

On the screen a skinny woman with orange hair was naked. Samantha paused the movie and studied her nude figure. She could see quite a resemblance between her and the actress. Didn't her dad call the actress "hot". She wondered if he thought she was hot. Would he jerk off to thoughts of his own daughter? The thought excited her. Unconsciously her hand drifted under her tight pants to her little bald mound. All of her naughty thoughts had gotten her young pussy very aroused. Her little slit was beyond moist. Hey pussy lips were filled with blood and stretching out around her cunt like a blossoming flower. Her hand drifted to the top of her pussy and found her little pleasure button. I was erect and aching for attention.

Samantha was not sure where this night was leading, but the alcohol and all of her erotic energy had dropped her ambitions off of the face of this earth.

In the privacy of the kitchen Daniel reached into his shorts and grabbed his now almost totally erect cock. He pulled it up towards the elastic of his shorts, and then pinned it to his flat stomach. It was a little trick he learned in high school to deal with unwanted erections in class.

"I got to get my head straight, this is insane." 

He took a swig straight from the Grey Goose Vodka bottle before making another martini in the shaker. He shook his head and tried to get thoughts of his daughter's vagina out of his head. Then he headed back to her in the living room. His heart jumped at what he saw. Samantha had paused the movie on the part when the lead actress was naked, and Samantha was laying on the couch with her right hand in her pants.

As soon as she noticed him, her hand shot out from within her pants and she sat up a bit.

"I paused the movie for you daddy. Can you fill me up?" She raised her almost empty glass towards him, and as she did her shirt fell away from her chest and gave him a clear view of her perky little breasts. His penis twitched against the elastic band of his shorts.

He averted his eyes from her chest a bit too abruptly and spilled some of the martini on her pants.

"I am so sorry Samantha, I guess the martini is going to my head more quickly than I imagined." He took the towel that was around the martini shaker and furiously rubbed the wet spot on her upper thigh, just inches from his daughter's pussy.

"Don't worry about it daddy, it will dry. It's just vodka. Now my pants are sterile." She giggled and then grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the couch.

"Sit, let's finish the movie"

Daniel sat next to his daughter just as before, with her resting her legs just inches from his crotch. He looked up at the T.V. and his cock nearly jumped out of his shorts. There was a huge paused still frame of a gorgeous nude woman that looked a lot like his daughter. 

Samantha pushed play and the movie watching resumed. Slowly she inched her foot toward her dads cock again, but it was no longer resting on his thigh. She glanced over at her dad's crotch and saw a bulge going up to his waist band. The thought of her dads erect cock excited her greatly, but she needed a new plan of attack. She laid her head on a pillow and watched the movie. Her eyes drooped a bit from fatigue and all the booze, but mainly they drooped because she had a plan now.

Daniel's mind was racing. He was going mad with desire. His hand had innocently dropped down again and was rubbing her long leg through the then fabric of her pants. He tried to concentrate on the movie, but his erection was garnering for his attention. His eyes drifted from the T.V. to her long athletic leg. Then he followed it up to her crotch. The thin fabric of her pants had once again lodged itself in the cleft of her vagina. He swore he could see the outline of her pussy lips pushing against the fabric, and the pants seemed to be a bit darker in the valley between her legs. Was the fabric wet a bit?

His eyes traveled up and her washboard flat stomach was now exposed by her rising shirt. He could see a small jewel hanging from her navel.

"She pierced her belly button." He thought. "God that is sexy!"

His eyes further traveled up his daughters frame. Her perky little breasts were rising and falling rhythmically with her breath. His gaze fell on her beautiful young face. Her cotton candy pink hair had fallen over her eyes, but he could see that they were shut now.

"Shit, she fell asleep."

Just then, almost as if she could read his thoughts, her whole body stretched and her outstretched legs pushed against his cock and dislodged his erect penis from his waistband.

Daniel was now sitting with his sleeping daughter stretched out on the couch and his cock, now a raging hard on, pushing uncomfortably on the front of his shorts.

He listened to his daughters breathing and recognized the deep rhythmic breaths as those of a person in a deep slumber.

He sat for a moment dumbfounded. Then without much thought, in a drunken haze, he pulled down the waistband of his shorts freeing his hard as steel cock.

Samantha's eyes were not actually closed all the way. And through her pink hair she looked out from the bottom of her slits and almost gasped when she saw her dad's now free cock. It was much bigger than she had imagined. Not quite as large as that monster dick she saw on his computer, but nearly as long and very thick. The head of his cock was much thicker than the rest, and its mushroom end seemed to be pulsating. Her loins stirred at the sight, and she could feel her pussy open a bit more.

What happened next startled her so much that she almost opened her eyes completely, but that would have ruined her whole plan. Her dad reached down to his cock and wrapped his big hand around its shaft. As he squeezed it, she could see a drop of fluid bead up at the tip of his member.

Daniel was not conscious of his actions anymore. He was blinded by alcohol and a frenzied sexual desire. He had not been next to another human while in this state in a very long time. At this moment he cared not about any consequences. His hand moved up his shaft to the tip and as it did more precum oozed from his cock's head. He took it and rubbed it the length of his cock. It felt amazing. He put his head back, closed his eyes, and stroked his cock a few times just enjoying the sensation.

Samantha was enjoying the view very much. She wished she could somehow bring a hand to her pussy and give herself some relief, but should could not think of a way to do it.

Daniel was also looking for some relief. And stroking his cock to his asleep and clothed daughter was not going to cut it. He realized that his other hand was still absently rubbing her leg. He allowed his hand to drift up his daughters leg until it was less than an inch away from her pussy. If he hadn't been so drunk, he might have noticed the goose bumps on his daughter's skin as his hand neared her crotch.

"What is he doing? Fuck, he is jacking off to me. And now. Oh god! His hand is almost touching me pussy." Samantha was insane with desire. While this was somewhat her plan, she never thought it would work. She couldn't comprehend what was going on. Her dad was masturbating right next to her. And his hand was rubbing her leg and inching up.

"Oh god!"

Samantha almost gasped out loud when her dad's fingers found the valley of fabric that fell into her womanhood. His forefinger traced slowly around the valley. Feeling, ever so gently, the rolling hills of her labia, then it began moving up and down her valley. Samantha involuntarily shifted her hips and let out a soft sigh.

Daniel's hand shot away from her crotch back to his side. The hand that was mechanically stroking his cock stopped instantly.

They sat there in silence for a few moments, until Daniel was sure that she was still asleep.

Then the hand on his cock started stroking up and down again, almost as if it had a mind of his own. There was no stopping him now. He was going to jerk himself to orgasm over his gorgeous daughter.

His free hand went back to her crotch. But this time it passed over her valley up to her stomach. It gently rubbed her flat stomach. Samantha thought that she would cum right there and then under his caress. But then it stopped just as suddenly as it began and lingered there for a moment.

Rational thought had left Daniel. His only concern was relieving his desire by cumming. His hand grasped the waist band of her pants and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled it down to expose his daughter's pussy.

The sight that greeted him pushed him over the edge. Before him was his daughter's exposed pussy. It was shaven bald. Her pussy lips were engorged with blood and huge. Her clit was an erect little button. And the whole organ was glistening in his daughter's own pussy juice. She was drenched. 

"She must be dreaming about sex."

Samantha could not believe what was happening. Her dad was staring at her naked pussy and jerking off. She wanted to thrust a hand down to her pussy to give herself some relief and him a better show, but fear of being discovered crippled her. Luckily she didn't get a chance to react to the situation, for her dads hand lowered a finger to her pussy and began to trace the outside of her pussy lips. Her body reacted instinctually and she felt a warm sensation envelope her. She was cumming.

Daniel felt the twitch of his daughter's pussy and drew his hand back. He saw her whole body tighten for a split second and then relax. Then he noticed a slight trickle of a milky white liquid from her cunt. He had just made his daughter cum.

The instant that he realized this, his cock erupted with the most powerful orgasm that he had ever felt. Wave upon wave of cum shot from his cock high up into the air, and covered his lap in a sticky mess. Daniels breathing was deep and quick as if he was trying to catch his breath after an intense work out. He sat with his now withering cock, bathed in his own cum, and began to realize what had just happened.

He had given his daughter an orgasm in her sleep and in the process came all over himself in an orgasm so intense he felt as if nothing would ever match it.

He sat for a moment in the afterglow without a single thought in his head, and then suddenly he came back to reality. He gently pulled up his daughters pants, tucked his cock into his own, feebly cleaned up some of his seed with the vodka rag, and then Daniel laid his head on the sofa pillow and fell asleep.

Samantha laid for a few minutes stunned. She had just had the most intense orgasm of her young life. And she had seen her father's cock erupt with stream after stream of white cum to her little show. And now he was asleep, and she felt whole for the first time in a long time. She finally closed her eyes for real this time, took a deep breath through her nose taking in the smell of her dads orgasm, and she drifted off to sleep wondering what doors this night had opened.



Open Doors



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was intended to be an entry in the Winter Holidays contest, but like a dolt, I misread the deadline. But I would love your comments anyway, since this is one of the few stories I was able to finish this year. Thanks! 

***** 

She was thinking about her brother and his lucky deck the moment she crashed into the bicyclist. The bicyclist was knocked off course, and tried to step down off the bike as it rolled forward, but the sidewalk had ended. The front wheel twirled and rolled off the sidewalk at an angle, and the whole bike tumbled forward into the street. There were no cars coming, because luck was on her side. 

Melissa had stumbled to the ground herself, and now sat looking at the poor guy on the ground, not knowing what to think. She was more aware of the sting of embarrassment than the sharp but dim pain of her split and bleeding lip. This was all her fault. 

Her concern was also greater than her shock. She always knew what to do in these situations, and always seemed to have a knack for knowing when something was serious, and when it was nothing more than a skinned knee. Like her brother taking tumbles down the stairs. This was just like that. 

When she knelt beside him to examine him, she knew it wasn't serious. He was her age, but she'd never seen him in her neighborhood before. Possible concussion, but not likely. He seemed very responsive, and the lacerations mostly appeared on his arms. He was ok. 

He was not pleased. 

She apologized and offered to help him up, but he dismissed it. He grumbled and got to his feet, not making eye contact. When he did, he started to say something that sounded like a rebuke, but he quickly disarmed. His eyes softened, as if he was saying "what's the use in being mad." She began to feel pity, because she thought this change of temperament was more like the tired effort one makes to be angry at the end of an already-lousy day. 

But then he changed his demeanor completely, and apologized for sounding ticked off. She was taken aback. She deserved a rebuke. 

He made a joke, and then asked why he's never seen her around. "I'm just home for the holidays," she answered. "I live and work downtown, but my parents live up here in Lafayette." He made another joke. Her lip was throbbing. 

He was hitting on her. 

She thought of her childhood friend Millie. She was on the playground one day and bumped into a bigger girl. The big girl had tumbled and hit her head on one of the poles near the swings. She didn't fall, but she immediately pushed Millie down. Millie wasn't paying attention either, and her ice cream cone was now covered in sand. Melissa wanted to be Millie, but she never had the chance. 

The bicyclist was checking out Melissa's body. 

When she spoke, her voice was somber. He didn't notice, and she wasn't surprised. Even if she was boy-crazy like Millie, she would never find peace bouncing from one guy to the next. 

She was thinking about all of this because things were too good for her. She had a growing guilt complex over the relative happiness she'd had throughout life. Everyone treated her nicely, including the guys that wanted to fuck her. Especially them. 

She knew she was attractive, but she didn't use it like other girls did. Being an athlete, she was in great shape. Her dark brown hair looked healthy even when it wasn't brushed, and she prided herself on never having dyed it. 

And for her petite frame, she knew that her tits were perfect. 

To everyone else, she was humble about them, even taking measures to cover them up and downplay them. Sometimes she caught men staring at them, and it annoyed her most when it was men from whom she'd hoped for more friendship. She could get any guy's attention with them if she wanted it, but she rarely did. Mostly, she felt cursed by them. She felt unduly loved because of her body. 

She wanted rebuke. She didn't realize that until she responded to this stranger's charm with sadness, and an oddly delightful reaction to her bleeding lip. 

She was in the master bathroom later, her whole body and soul now flush with hot blood and confused feelings. Something had happened to her, and her body was tingling. She felt an exciting mix of energy, pain, and something else. She wanted to call it romance. 

The bicyclist could have chewed her out, and she would have taken it, apologizing profusely. She would have invited him to dinner and he would have eaten her mother's special beef minestrone soup. He would keep quiet, still judging her silently, while she melted his tense body with a back-rub. Later, she would kiss his wounds, and his heart would beat just one beat quicker, watching her ceaseless devotion. He would finally desire her, and he might then have kissed her. Then she would take her clothes off, and let him look at her. Then, she would let him have her. 

The warmth growing in her loins mixed with her sore muscles and wet tears, even as she smiled. She loved it, she decided. She loved the tangled emotions. The fantasy, and the shame, and the confusion. Something bubbled to the surface as she stared into the mirror by the door to her parents' bedroom, and it was the surprisingly erotic power of confusion. 

Thoughts of the cyclist, she realized, were not the cause, but the catalyst. She didn't want him, or even the version of him she'd just invented. She wanted a version of herself that did things she would never expect. One that explored sexual territory, not to find her desires, but to get lost in the ambiguity. To experience the unknown, and stay there forever. 

She caressed a bruise on her arm, and felt goosebumps. Her shirt felt heavy on her skin, and on impulse, she took all of her clothes off. She looked at all of her bruises, one at a time. She pulled the band off of her hair and let it down, and the hair slid across her sensitive skin. 

She slid her fingers all over her body, and the feeling was electric. She could not believe or explain why this felt so incredible in this moment. She let out a laugh, watching it all in the mirror. It was unusual for her to feel the urge to play with her own nipples, but now she couldn't help it. 

She would never be able to explain why it all happened, but it happened quickly. In moments, she was rubbing the lips of her vagina. She rarely masturbated, she realized, and had never done so in front of a mirror. But she'd never been this horny before. 

And so she watched the happy girl in the mirror, while the first snowflakes of her Thanksgiving weekend gently fell outside. She enjoyed the fingers inside her, as the moment came and passed when her life changed forever. 

*** 

Rick waited for Jenna for nearly two hours before giving up. He was only half-expecting her to show up anyway, and was only half-hoping as well. 

He sat outside on a bench, waiting for her car to arrive in the passenger pickup lane. The airport was as busy as ever, and the midday sun warmed the air enough for Rick to relax with a light jacket. He was not in any hurry, so Jenna's absence was not really an inconvenience. 

Nobody at home knew when he was supposed to be arriving. He liked it that way. 

His relationship with Jenna was as tenuous as ever. If he didn't still have some small amount of love in his heart for her, and if he hadn't been without affection for so goddam long, he might have wished to never see her no-good, rotten face again. 

He would never forgive her. 

The day he'd learned of it was the hardest day. Four years ago, just after leaving for the Army, she told him. He was still in Basic. She couldn't even wait that long. 

She said she loved him, but couldn't keep her damn legs closed even for him. 

When he returned a year ago, that was when she came to him. She wanted to rekindle their relationship. She was lonely, and confessed to being depressed. She begged him for sex, and it all just made him more sad than angry. 

Just enough time had passed that he actually felt a little sorry for her. She hurt him, but not as bad as she was hurting herself. 

They fucked, but only once. He didn't want to see her again, but she made him. She looked so fucked up at that point that he obliged out of pity. When she realized this, she pulled away. She was silent on the way out, leaving her only key on the coffee table. 

Then she started to write him letters. Her words were like pieces of her own flesh, sliced from her own body. She had nothing left but him, it seemed. 

She wrote him often, and it seemed like she was turning over a new leaf. Three months ago, she agreed to meet him at the airport to see if they could start over. He was home for good now, and she still loved him. She needed him, she said. And he was ready to finally believe her. 

Rick twirled his coffee cup around, which only had a few drops of coffee that had became cold an hour ago. He rubbed his eye for the umpteenth time, wondering how allergies could be affecting him in November. He figured it was due to his prolonged absence from North America. 

Rick watched all the people coming and going, and he took in the moment of change for himself. He had no idea what the future had in store for him. He expected that civilian life would be a return to normalcy, and that's what he planned for. He would take some time for himself, and he was prepared to deflect and inquiries into plans of any kind. He had none. 

He would probably get a degree in something that uses math, because he'd always loved math, and he would meet a nice woman that wasn't Jenna and her painful fucking reminder of failure. No, she would be sweet and fun. She would be his wife and would have his babies and do all of the things with him that normal people do in life. All he wanted was something normal. 

He found himself looking at each available woman that walked by him. Jenna continued to slip from his mind, until he found himself in a Taxicab headed for his temporary, quiet, suburban home. There were no cars in the driveway and no one there to greet him when he stepped outside. 

The temperature had dropped a good twenty degrees, and the sun was now hidden. The first snowflakes he'd seen in years began to fall, and he took a big breath. 

He went around the side of the house, knowing the front door would be locked. He came through the back door and put his bags on the kitchen counter. 

He rubbed his eyes, still itchy even indoors. He went into the downstairs bathroom to look for some eye drops, but couldn't find any. He didn't think they would be down here anyway, but they would be in his parents' bathroom for sure. 

When he got upstairs and opened the door to the bedroom, that is when he found Melissa standing not three feet from him. His sister was completely naked. 

She had her fingers inside her vagina, and was lost enough in her pleasure at first to notice him. But then they made eye contact. 

Her eyes widened, but she didn't move. His hand seemed to forget where the door handle was, but he found it as his eyes broke from hers. On impulse, he glanced briefly once more down at the hand between her thighs, then left. 

Her image appeared again in his mind immediately. He walked down the hallway, down the stairs, through the dining room and back outside. And that image remained the whole time. 

He'd never retained a more crystal clear image in his memory, and this shocked him. Thoughts of Jenna were now as far from his mind as could possibly be. His consciousness was now entirely wrapped around the picture of his little sister with her fingers inside herself. 

He shared the moment with her. They made eye contact during this moment, and it should have been Melissa's private moment. 

He was dazed, and almost felt ready to collapse. His heart was pounding, and he was starting to sweat. The dizziness began to fade while he grabbed the fence for support. After a few minutes, he was back to normal, all except for one thing. 

He had an erection. 

It made him think about Melissa again, and he felt it get harder still. It's because she's my sister, he worried. I never get erections this quickly. 

But then he reasoned against this. Melissa was really good-looking, and that had to be why. This was normal, he decided. Nothing to be worried about. And after all, how long has it been? 

Still, it didn't fix the problem. 

It was too much. He went back inside and to the downstairs bathroom, then closed the door. He unzipped his pants and slid them down. He pulled his boxer briefs down and at last his erect penis sprang out. 

He put his hand on it to start jerking off, but Melissa sprang to his mind once more, and he let go. 

He couldn't jerk off to his sister. He just couldn't. 

He couldn't count the number of times he was in this situation, where he just needed to rub it out. He could do it in less than a minute, and be done with it. 

But he could touch himself without seeing Melissa's vulnerable but joyful eyes looking back into his. It made him harder than ever, yet thinking about anything else seemed impossible. Nothing got him away from it. Not Christmas trees or race cars or insects or anything. 

He tried waiting, and it actually started to work, just as he heard Melissa walk by the bathroom and into the living room. She called his name, and he tensed up. He didn't want to respond, because then she would know he's in here. And she's a grown-ass adult. She'll put two and two together. 

He didn't know what to do. He looked down again and groaned, seeing that his dick was as hard as ever. He heard Melissa call his name again, now walking back towards the bathroom. Then he heard a knock, followed by her voice. He didn't respond at first, thinking, stupidly, that she would go away if he didn't respond. But he realized he wasn't sure if he locked the door. He was standing two feet from the door with his erection out in the open. 

He saw the handle start to turn, and the door started to open. 

His instincts kicked in and he reached out to stop the door. "Don't come in!" he yelled at once. 

"Okay! Geez. Answer me when I call you, then, dork!" As quickly as she came, she was gone. 

He was worried. 

She would surely know now that he was in here masturbating because he just saw his sister naked. And worse yet, he still had to get rid of this erection one way or the other. 

He turned to the shower for the only solution left: the tried and true cold shower. When he got in, the water on his skin at first made him hornier, but then it got colder. By the time his whole body was shivering, his penis was limp. 

*** 

He was reading through junk mail and enjoying another cup of coffee in the kitchen when he heard the garage door open. Melissa had not yet reappeared from upstairs. 

Carol and Bernard broke through the door into the kitchen, and their faces were hidden by big brown bags of groceries. Rick said, "here, let me help you with those, Ma..." 

"What? Oh, Rick! You scared me. I had no idea when you were home already. Oh here, take this." He took the biggest bag from her and put it on the counter. When their eyes met for the first time, she smiled and pulled him in for a hug. "Oh Sweetie, it's so good to finally see you again! Bernnie, hun, look who's here?" 

His father appeared from the side of the car and came through the door with a 24-pack of Coors Light under one arm and several bags under the other. "Well what are you standin' there for? Help your mother get the rest out of the car." 

"Yes sir," he said, without hesitation. There were probably two trips worth of bags left, but he got them all in one and closed the door. He was so happy to be home. 

He put the bags on the counter in the kitchen, and then took his father in for a hug. "It's good to have you home, son." 

"Are you going to be here for dinner, or did you wanna visit with friends today?" His mother, ever the planner. He'd come to expect her questions, so that she could plug them into her mental holiday itinerary. The magnets on the refrigerator made Rick smile, because they were all at perfect 90 degree angles. Yes, this was home. 

Then his father asked, "Where's your sister?" 

"Oh she's probably out on one of her runs," Carol said. 

"No, she's upstairs," Rick added. 

"So you two already saw each other?" Carol put the last of the perishables in the fridge, and when she closed the door, Rick could see Melissa walking into the room. 

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Melissa said. She was smiling at Rick in that embarrassing way, when you can only bear to make eye contact briefly. 

"No, no, no, that doesn't go there," Carol barked at Bernard. 

"Where the hell else is it gonna go? It's flour, it's for cooking right?" 

"No, that's for baking, it's for the bread and cookies. It goes in the pantry out in the garage." 

Bernard left, and Carol turned to look at Rick and Melissa. Her face was warm with that special glow reserved only for family bonding moments. She opened her mouth to say something, but Bernard cuts her off from out in the garage with, "What pantry?!" 

"Oh for heaven's sake, let me do it!" She throws her hands up and disappears into the garage. 

Finally, Rick and Melissa look back at each other, finally alone. 

Her grin grows. He says, "Melissa, I am so, so sorry..." She started laughing, and he began to laugh with her. She reached out and grabbed him to hug him. 

"I missed you," she said. 

When they were done hugging, he stepped back and looked at her again. "Seriously though, I'm sorry..." 

"Whatever," she said. "It happens." 

"You're not mad?" 

"My car wasn't here because I got dropped off. How could you have known?" 

"I know, but I still feel bad." 

"We're adults." 

Bernard's voice cut them off again. "I just don't understand why you can't just leave it out if you're going to be using all that stuff tomorrow anyway. I swear, sometimes I just don't understand you, woman." 

Rick and Melissa look at each other again and grin. 

*** 

The next morning, Melissa was the first to start the coffee in the kitchen. A night to process the changes from the previous day had done her some good, and she was about to put it behind her. 

She still kept replaying that moment in her head from the second she awoke, but it was less vivid than before. Yesterday, she felt like she was naked the whole time she was with Rick. She couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen. 

But she wasn't uncomfortable around him. In fact, she was more comfortable than ever with him. It was not at all how she was expecting to be with him. She was planning to reconnect with a brother she barely even knew. And she had some very important brotherly advice to ask him for, but decided that, in light of their first meeting, that it would be best to wait. 

And yet, she actually now thought he was more suited to help her than she thought before. She saw him naked, and it was no big deal. At least not to her, anyway. She had no idea if he even gave it a second thought, or if he was replaying the encounter over and over again in his head like she was. 

She knew it was something he would never forget, but there's nothing she could do about that now. But maybe it's a good thing. Maybe now she could talk to him in a way that she probably couldn't before. 

The coffee was just about brewed when Rick walked into the kitchen. He was wearing his PJ's and looked like he hadn't brushed his hair yet. He stopped when he saw Melissa, who was also wearing her PJ's. He thought he'd gotten up before her for sure this morning, and was hoping to avoid her. At least until he'd had his coffee. 

"Sit down, I'll pour you a cup," she said, smiling. She also looked like she hadn't quite woken up yet, judging by her hair. 

He sat down at the table and watched her pour the coffee. He noticed that when she moved some of her hair behind her ear with her fingers, she did so with so much grace, even though it was 7AM and she looked quite tired. His sister was as strong as they came, but she always had her feminine charm, even on a quiet morning. 




Open Doors



She smiled as she slid his cup to him, but it was a very typical friendly-but-tired smile that Melissa was known for in the wee hours of the morning. 

"I'm gonna go practice today. You wanna come?" Rick was so relieved by the question because of how normal it was. 

"I don't have anything planned today. Is the season over for you?" 

She laughed and said, "It's next semester, dork." 

"Well I don't know! Who watches tennis?" 

"Hey!" 

"...I mean, why can't you play something normal like basketball?" 

"You call basketball normal? It's got like a million rules! There's even a shot clock, because whoever writes the rules probably figured out that it's boooooring!" 

"And tennis doesn't have rules?" 

"Yeah, like, one. Stay inside the line." 

"So your sport is more like coloring?" 

"Don't make me pour this coffee in your lap, because I will!" 

They were smiling together, then in unison, they both started laughing out loud. "I swear," she started, "you should be nicer to your sister after you just walked in on her." 

The reminder caused Rick to tense up. She was still grinning, and she was studying his silence. Then she sat up, looking him straight in the eyes, and said, "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" 

He was. He was starting to get hard again, and he was not wearing the sort of pants that hide it. She was still grinning, but he couldn't tell if she was teasing him or testing him. If she took one peek under the table, everything about their relationship would change forever. 

"I'm not stupid. You got super quiet. C'mon, out with it." 

"Can we just not talk about it?" 

"I knew it, you are thinking about it!" 

"I'm serious, it's kinda weird." 

She let out a short laugh and said, "I know, but it's fun to tease you. And it's not like you have a huge boner right now. Wait, you don't, do you?" She leaned over to look under the table, but only playfully. 

"Stop it," Rick snapped, and Melissa stopped. "I mean it." 

"Ok, ok. We'll just consider that your punishment. I'm gonna go get ready. Can you be ready in an hour or so?" 

"I will." 

She got up and took her coffee upstairs. It was ten minutes later that Rick was able to walk up to his room. 

*** 

Rick was still in pretty good shape, but even he couldn't keep up with his sister on the court. She was way too fast for him. When she was playing the game that she was passionate about, she was a monster. 

They played for half the day, then grabbed some lunch. On the way home, the two bickered over whether the new Star Wars movies would likely be any good, and she gave him one of her famous Bad Palm Readings. She invented the bad palm reading one day when Rick had just been dumped by his first serious girlfriend. It was a game where she pretends to read his palm in an old lady's voice and imagines bad things happening to Rick that are all way worse than what's happening now. Without fail, it always made Rick smile. 

"I see it all now! Jenna will be hit by a bus!" 

"Hey, that's not nice." 

"Oh, wait, wait... fergot m'glasses. Oh yes... missed! Jenna will be missed by a bus, ah yes!" 

Rick breathed a low chuckle. The thought of Jenna made the game less fun for him. "That's cute." 

"Sorry, you want me to stop?" 

"No, it's just... the thought of her really puts me in a bad mood, you know?" 

"I'll bet. Just don't let her ruin Turkey Day for you, ok? That would be a tragedy of epic proportions." 

"Epic, eh?" 

"Astronomical." 

"Colossal?" 

"Ginormous." 

"And Tyrannical." 

"Ha!" Melissa started laughing so much she could barely breathe. "I totally forgot about 'tyrannical.' Man, I'm such a dork." 

"Making up words is your specialty." 

After she calmed down, she leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "It's really good to have you back. I missed you so much." 

He went with his impulse to put an arm around her. After spending the day with her, he was confident that things were back to normal, and that the sexual stimulus of his sister was behind him. 

*** 

When the two got home, Rick's curious eyes haunted Melissa all the way into the shower. The two split and went into their own bedrooms, and Melissa prepared some clothes and things for a nice long shower. She was still sweaty from the tennis, and couldn't wait to wash it off. 

But she kept thinking about the way Rick looked at her. She saw it first when she teased him earlier in the morning, and she saw it a few times during their tennis game. She was certain that he was struggling with the fact that he was turned on by her. 

She wasn't sure last night, but today, she was pretty certain. She just didn't know to what extent, and she kinda wanted to know. 

She knew he was a gentleman, and would never say a word about it, even if it was true. And that kinda turned her on as well. She wanted to know if she really did have the power to make her own brother's dick hard. That would excite her to no end.  

She lingered in the downstairs bathroom while the water warmed up, and imagined him walking in to see her again. She stepped into the water and closed her eyes. In her mind, she could feel the cool air enter as the door opened. She turns and waits for a hand to push the curtain aside, so she could be seen again. The curtain slides to the side, and there he is. Her brother watches her for the first time, unashamed. 

The fantasy has more potency than any she's ever experienced, and she finds her hands drawn to her pussy once again. A part of her thinks, "what the hell are you doing? Stop this!" But she couldn't help it. The impulse was too strong. 

Her lips react to her fingers like the closing of an electrical circuit. Her eyes are still closed, and the fantasy too real. She rubs herself for mere seconds, and then comes instantly. 

She's not aware of how loud her scream is, and probably wouldn't care if she was. She realizes that this is the first orgasm she's ever really had, and she didn't know it until this very moment. 

She turned the water's temperature down, and slowly regained her senses. This changed things for her, but she had no idea what it meant. She didn't know what to do next. She couldn't very well tell her brother that she'd just masturbated to him, and that it was the best sexual experience she'd ever had. 

But she had a thought that confused things further: What if he'd already masturbated to her? The way he looked at her, he must have. She wouldn't have blamed him if he did, certainly not after this. She worried for her sanity, but obsessed over the question. 

She would test her brother. She wouldn't actually do anything with him, because that still seemed like crossing the line. But she had to know if he thought about her that way. She had to find a way to know for certain... 

*** 

Rick turned when he heard a knock on his door. The door was already wide open, and Melissa was already walking in. She closed the door behind her without turning. All she was wearing was pink underwear with white lace, and a black tank top with her sorority letters. Her face looked serious, and she said, as if anticipating Rick, "Don't get up." 

"You wanna put some clothes on?" 

"You're not still hung up on that, are you?" 

"Melissa..." 

"I just have one question, and I'll be out of your hair, I promise." 

"Alright, shoot." 

She tried to remain serious, but began shaking nervously. The more nervous she got, the more she started to grin. 

"Well?" Rick asked. 

Suddenly, she seemed to be speechless. She started looking around the room like she was finding the right words, then she said, "What type of girls do you like?" 

"What type of girls do I like?" 

"Yeah." 

"I don't know... pretty? Smart? Why are you asking?" 

"What do you consider pretty?" 

"I guess I know it when I see it." 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" 

"Is that what this is about? Do you not think you're pretty?" 

"I want to know if you think I'm pretty." 

"Why?" 

"Because... you're... objective. You're my brother, you can't get anymore objective than that." 

"Good point. Well there's no contesting it to me, you are beautiful." 

Then, after leaning on the door and pausing for a moment, she asked, "Do you think I'm sexy?" 

Rick opened his mouth to agree immediately, but realized that this might be a trap after all. He still didn't know if this was some elaborate prank or something else entirely, but he'd had enough. 

"Ok," he said, standing up. "Off you go, I have to get cleaned up." 

"Is that a no?" 

"I'm not going to play your games anymore," he said in a playful tone. 

She was unmoved, and still studying his reaction closely. She took a step toward him and said, "I'm not joking anymore. I really want to know what you think of me." 

"What can I say? You have an amazing body." 

"What do you like most about it?" Now she offered a playful smile. "You're my objective brother, remember?" 

"Uh...well... I guess your figure. And you have a nice ass." 

"Do I?" 

"You do." 

"What about these?" When she said this, she lifted her tanktop over her head and dropped it. 

"Geez, Melissa!" He shouted in a whisper, and she laughed. 

"Relax, you've already seen them." 

He stumbled over words, and tried in vain not to look at them. He was out of line to look at her naked before, but now she was taking her clothes off for him. She stood there topless, enjoying the hell it was clearly putting him through. "Well?" 

"Your tits are perfect. Now can we please stop this?" He bent to pick up her shirt and handed it to her. 

"Ok, I guess so," she said, taking the shirt. "But I do get a kick out of watching you squirm." 

After she left, he had yet another erection that was already hurting like hell. He decided to use the upstairs bathroom instead, because he didn't want to run into her again. He might seriously consider getting a hotel if this kept up. 

This time, the shower didn't help. The image of Melissa gleefully taking her shirt off was somehow more erotic to him than walking in on her. And he knew why. It was because he wanted to take her panties off. 

What is happening to me? he asked for the first of many times to come. 

It took everything to keep from jerking off to her, and lord how he wanted to. He got out of the shower, but didn't want to put his clothes back on. Couldn't put his clothes back on. So he went and closed the bedroom door and locked it, then threw down the towel. He paced back and forth, unsure of what to do. 

He laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to focus on his penis, which was as relentlessly hard as it's ever been. 

He gave it one stroke, then another. But he stopped in frustration at the situation. He sat up and looked down at his erection. "This will teach me to knock," he said out loud. A moment later, he slid to the end of the bed and grabbed the towel off the floor. He laid it out on the bed, then sat up on his knees. With one hand he began stroking slowly. It felt so good that he thought he might come immediately, and the thought startled him. He knew he was horny, but how could Melissa make him this horny? 

There had to be another way, he decided. If he never came again, he would make sure he didn't come to his sister. What in the world would Melissa think of him? 

So he laid down, and waited. Before he knew it, he was asleep. 

*** 

This was a good moment to come out of hiding, and her heart was still pounding. 

Melissa wanted to surprise Rick at dinner with a new card trick, but she wanted to find her grandmother's lucky deck. She'd actually been looking for it all week hoping to find it before Rick arrived, and she now realized the only place she hadn't looked was in Rick's room. It was entirely possible that he had either kept it for himself without telling her, or that he forgot about it completely. 

He was still in the bathroom across the hall, so she snuck in to find it. This was probably the first time she'd gone snooping in her brother's room in her underwear, but she was going to be quick. She already had a good idea where it might be, too. So she pulled down a shoebox from a high shelf in the closet, and rummaged through it until she found it. 

She wondered if he even remembered he still had it, or if he remembered the last Thanksgiving they had with their grandmother, where she showed them the last trick she knew. She always had a new one every year. 

She knew that she was not immune to Rick's sexual desires, and that game was over. Maybe that's as it should be, she thought. She would most surely think of him, of that she was certain. And he would apparently think of her. But the card deck in her hand represented something... normal. Something they had before their sexuality came into play. She was fine with the sexual thoughts, actually, but she had to get back to being a good sister. 

She got so caught up in looking at each old and weathered card in the pack that the sound of the bathroom door across the hall snapped her mind into the present. She was partially hidden from the door behind the dresser, and when the doorknob began to turn, she lowered to a squat and backed into the closet. 

Rick entered wearing just a towel, and he locked the door behind him. He was facing away from the closet when he tossed the towel down and breathed, as if letting out some frustration. 

Melissa was torn. She was ashamed to enjoy seeing Rick with no clothes on, but part of her didn't care at all. Her heart began racing immediately because of how fast it all happened. Rick turned his body to pace back and forth, and she saw his large dick for the first time. 

She was mezmorized by her brother's body. Like her, he was in impeccable shape, and looked like he could lift a small car. He looked powerful, and she was suddenly aware that she was still in her underwear. She'd never seen a man with such incredible muscle tone, and a nice, firm ass. 

But his dick completed the image in an unbelievably powerful way for her. She hadn't seen many, but it looked pretty big to her. And she was already dripping wet before she even realized that feeling Rick inside her was what her body wanted immediately. The confusion was back, and she felt overwhelmed. 

She was on fire, watching him lay down on the bed, hoping it would go away. It was like he was waiting for her to get on top of him and just do something about it. And how she wanted to. 

She was still squatting when she slid her hand into her panties. She couldn't even believe how warm and wet she had so quickly become, and her fingers were a welcome relief. 

This is wrong, she thought. This is so wrong. 

He grabbed his penis, and she had to stop. She would break her cover if she came like she did in the shower. 

He stopped after only a few strokes and sat up. She heard him say, "This will teach me to knock." And that's when it hit her. While she was still fingering herself, she realized that her brother was horny because he was thinking about her. There was no doubting it anymore. 

She actually hadn't even considered it. She thought she had just walked in on something that was normal for him. 

He wants to fuck you, Melissa, a voice seemed to whisper inside her head. 

Even though she stopped, the thought of wrapping her legs around him and helping him come was too strong. She moved one finger out of her pussy, and the sensation was enough to make her come. Her teeth bit down on the deck of cards, and her orgasm made the experience in the shower feel like a mere peck on the cheek. 

A few minutes went by as she processed it all, and before she knew it, he was asleep. 

When she stepped out of the closet and approached his bed, her body still yearned for his. She still didn't want to cross that line, but her mind played with it all the same. She wished she could just take his cock and stroke it until he came. He wouldn't even have to know. 

She was happy that he'd walked in on her. She had no idea how much of a thrill she would get from this. She came close to crossing the line with her sleeping brother and his still-partially-erect penis. She kneeled by the bed and watched him sleep. She imagined rubbing him off and making him come, and she imagined making him come with her mouth. She wanted to, but knew she couldn't. 

If she started, would she be able to stop? She'd never felt like this in all her life. She felt more like a woman now than she ever had, with or without a guy. 

His erection had gone away, and the day was turning to dusk. She unlocked the door and opened it, but just for show. Now she would play with him as much as she felt she could. She would risk the Rabbit Hole. 

With the door still open, she knocked as loud as she could, and Rick shook himself awake. He looked at the door to see Melissa, still in her underwear, laughing. 

"Well, well... it appears we're even." 

"Melissa! Get out! What are you doing?" He sat up to reach for the towel, but it had fallen down underneath the foot of the bed. 

"Mom told me to come get you, dinner's ready." 

"Fine, I'll be down in a minute." 

Melissa grinned, looked down the hallway both ways, then came back into the room and shut the door. She walked right up to his bed and looked at his body, smiling. "Were you thinking about me naked?" 

"Stop it." 

"You were, weren't you? Ever since you saw me naked, you can't stop thinking about it. Do you want to see me naked again? You do, don't you?" 

He knew what she was doing, and it was working. He was getting hard again. 

"You want me to take off my clothes?" 

He was now fully erect. 

"Melissa, this... is..." 

She was now beaming with joy, and had a wide grin. Her expression said, "I knew it," and Rick reacted with silent frustration. "I can't believe you want to have sex with me..." Her tone was light and playful. 

"No!" 

"You so have a hard-on for me right now..." 

"Melissa, stop." 

"But Rick, I'm your sister! You wanna fuck your sister?" 

"Why are you doing this? Please, don't..." 

The look on his face was priceless, so she busted up laughing. She was having so much fun, but decided to dial it in a bit. "Relax, I'm messing with you." 

Rick didn't know what to say. He was a flustered mix of emotions and desires, and more than that he was totally vulnerable. He couldn't hide it now. 

"Are you sure you're just messing with me?" 

"Of course I am. You think that I want you?" 

"Well, you did ask me all that stuff about whether I think you're sexy." He was looking up at the ceiling, avoiding her completely. 

"That was to see if you had a hard-on for me, which obviously you do..." 

"Come on, that's not fair." 

Melissa moved next to the bed, and sat down next to him. Her side brushed against his thigh, and he felt his penis throb briefly. He sat up, almost in panic. 

"Relax. I'm not even touching you. I wanna talk about this, though." 

"Melissa... this has gotten weird enough." 

"I think this could get a lot weirder than this," she said, turning to face him directly. 

He became certain that if he didn't do something to stop it, she was going to put her hands on him, and he knew that he would let her. Even now, part of him wanted to feel her hand wrap around his penis. 

He slid away from her, finally, and turned to put his feet on the floor on the other side of the bed. "We've crossed a line here that shouldn't be crossed, Melissa, and I'd rather we didn't talk about this anymore." 

Melissa got up and slowly walked around the bed, but stopped at the foot. "We haven't done anything wrong yet." 

"Yet?" 

"You know what I mean." She bit her lip, then continued, "There's no reason why it's wrong to see each other naked. That's all we've done. So what's the harm?" 

With this, she pulled her top off. Rick watched her. 




Open Doors



She slowly pulled her panties down again, then stood for a moment. Rick was silent. 

She sat beside him and smiled nervously. She didn't know what he would do, but wanted to find out. He sat there with her for a moment, not looking at her, but feeling her eyes on him. 

Then he stood up and looked down at her. He was about to say something, but her beauty took another unexpected swipe at his ability to think. She was all but offering herself to him, but she hadn't actually said so. She demanded that he make a move, but he wouldn't. 

"Mom could be up here any second. You better go." 

She stood up, and the two were not even a foot apart. "If you want, I'll keep my clothes on from now on. Just say the word." 

He couldn't respond to her words, because she was inches from him. Her hand was next to his penis, but she didn't move it. She just looked at him, while he said nothing. She smiled, then gathered her clothes to leave. 

She backed away slowly, but with sweetness in her smile. "I'll see you at dinner." 

Rick's head was spinning as she left. He hardly knew what to think about what just happened. How much of what just happened was really just a game? 

He sat down and grabbed the towel. Again, he contemplated jerking off to his sister. In the end, he decided that against it. If Melissa tempted him again, it would be harder for him to resist her if he'd already taken this step. It was one thing to be turned on by her, and it was something else entirely to give into it. 

He thought about Jenna, which helped. He thought about holding her hair and fucking her from behind like he'd done so many times, and thought about rubbing it out to that image. But the idea quickly soured for him. 

Finally, when he was soft but still enlarged, he went to the dresser and grabbed some underwear. He was still tingling, but the worst was over. He would think about Melissa a couple more times and feel brief stints of pain, but was soon back to normal. 

*** 

He was all too happy to talk about his military service over dinner, and about Melissa's tennis scholarship and medical aspirations. Healthy distractions. Their mother's cherry pie was like a reset button, because he had forgotten his encounter with Melissa almost entirely. She was still his sister. He missed being with his family. 

The cherry pie was nothing compared to her apple pie, though, which she would be serving tomorrow night with their actual Thanksgiving Day meal. 

Melissa kept smirking at Rick the whole night, reveling in their little secret. What have I done? Rick thought. Where were things headed? What had he unleashed? 

"We all have secrets, don't we Rick?" Carol had said this, as if reading his mind. He looked at Melissa with a cold expression, and she just stared back smiling. 

"Yeah, I guess we do." 

Carol went on, and Rick realized that Bernard had just asked her for the secret ingredient to her homemade coleslaw. 

"As long as it stays within the family," Bernard added. 

"Oh, speaking of family, Melissa, you're gonna have to sleep in Rick's room tomorrow night. Your uncle Johnny's bringing the family up from Colorado Springs." 

"Where am I gonna sleep?" Rick said. 

"In your room." 

"Mom, you can't be serious," Melissa protested. 

"It's just for one night, sweetie. Can't you two be grownups about it?" 

"I can just sleep in the living room," Rick offered. 

"The kids will be in the living room. John and Terri will be in Melissa's room. I guess the only other option is for you to sleep at your own place for the night," she said, looking at Melissa. 

"I'm not going to want to drive all the way downtown after eating a bunch of turkey and drinking a bunch of beer." 

"Since when do you drink beer," Bernard asked. 

"I love beer too, Dad." 

"So I guess it's settled then," Carol said, dropping another portion of food onto her plate. 

"I guess it is," Rick said. Melissa was looking back at him, and she looked every bit as nervous as he did. 

*** 

That night, Melissa tried to sort out her desires for Rick, and Rick worked like hell to forget them. He tossed and turned in his bed, though fortunately not with sex on his mind. He'd had too much coffee with their dessert, and now he was paying the price. There would be too much to do tomorrow to worry about Melissa, but tomorrow night would come much too soon. 

Melissa was having different thoughts. She wanted to be with Rick, and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow. She couldn't stop thinking about what she saw in his room, and it was making her crazy. She knew it would be wrong to do anything about it, and she still didn't know if she wanted to do anything. But she wanted to see him again. 

She headed to his room without a plan. 

*** 

Rick didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until he awoke to find Melissa in his bed. She was lying next to him, sleeping as soundly as ever. 

He didn't want to wake her, but he had to do something. She was close enough for him to smell the shampoo in her hair, and he was getting hard immediately. 

What if his mother came looking for her? Or him? This didn't look good. 

He was going to shake her, but then realized that she was already awake and looking at him. 

"You can't be here, Melissa. This has gone far enough." 

"We haven't done anything wrong." 

"Not yet." 

"Does that mean we might?" She was not hopeful, but curious. Rick didn't know what to say to her anymore. He wasn't mad at her, because he was excited. But he knew that this was going too far. 

He fell onto his back and looked up, sighing. "I don't know what to think. I just know that I shouldn't be in bed with my sister." 

She slide closer to him and put one leg over him. She could feel that he was hard again, and just touching it through his PJ's with her leg was excitement enough. 

"We still haven't done anything wrong, though." 

"This is wrong and you know it." 

"A girl can snuggle with her brother, it happens all the time." 

"This is different." 

"How?" 

"You're trying to seduce me." 

She smiled and buried her head into the crook of his neck, and said, "I am not. I'm serious, I just wanted to snuggle. We used to snuggle." 

Rick laughed to himself, as if defeated. "Ever since I walked in on you, I've been in pain." 

She sat up and looked down at him, confused. "Why do you feel that way?" 

"No, I mean it's been physically painful. With my pants on, I mean." 

When she understood, she let out a silent laugh. "But not right now, though, right?" 

"Yeah, kinda. I've been wearing briefs to hide it." 

"You can take them off." 

"Melissa..." 

"Ok, ok. Just say the word and I'll leave right now." She sat up and waited for a response. She saw agony on his face, even though he was silent. So she said, "I really do just want to snuggle with my big brother, and there's nothing wrong with that." 

Her face was serious, but Rick remained silent. Then she smiled and drew back the covers slowly, until his whole body was uncovered. She grabbed the band on his underwear and began to pull it down slowly, until his throbbing penis sprang forward. She tossed the underwear on the floor and he could finally see for the first time in the dim light that she was also naked. 

She was lay back down next to him casually, but didn't touch him. "We don't have to snuggle. I get that it would be weird. But I just miss spending the night with you. Can we do that?" 

He turned to lay on his side, facing her. He dick was still as hard as ever, and he wanted to wrap his body around hers. She was inches from him, but she felt too far away. He wanted to pull her close. 

"I don't want to do anything wrong," he said. 

"This isn't wrong. Even mom is cool with us spending the night together." 

"I think she assumed we would have our clothes on, Melissa." 

She laughed. 

"You look really uncomfortable with this. Just tell me to go and I will. Maybe this is too weird." 

He was startled by this, and realized how conflicted he really was. "I'm sorry, it's really just hard because..." 

"What?" She was genuinely curious. 

"Well... you know I haven't masturbated once since I saw you naked, right?" 

"You're kidding! I totally thought you had." 

"Nope." 

"But... how did you get it to go away?" 

"Now you see my dilemma." 

"I won't judge you." She was not talking to him like a seductress. She sounded like the sister he's always known. She sounded so normal and casual while they talked, even as they talked about his erect penis. 

"You wouldn't care if I jerked off to you?" 

"Of course not. I did it myself." 

"Did what?" 

He was looking at the ceiling, but he turned to look at her for a response. Her face told him everything. 

"You mean you masturbated to me?" he asked. 

"Twice." 

His penis shuddered when she said it. She wasn't kidding. 

"I kinda wanna do it again, too." 

"Don't." Watching her masturbate would be too much for him to take. 

But it was too late. He didn't realize it, but her had already been rubbing the lips of her clit the whole time. They were still uncovered, so when she turned onto her back and opened her legs, he could see everything. 

She was looking down at his dick, and moaning. It was happening. 

"Go ahead," she said. 

God, how he wanted to. It would only take a few strokes, of that he was sure. But it would be the point of no return. 

"Suit yourself," she said quietly. "But this girl is horny." 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She offered to leave if he was uncomfortable, but he said nothing. She would offer once more, and again he would say nothing. "Go ahead," she said. "Do it down the hall or here with me, it doesn't matter. But you need to do it, Rick." 

She looked like she was about to come, and he couldn't take anymore. 

He started stroking himself, and she smiled at him. "That's it." 

She turned to her side, legs still spread apart, so she could look at Rick straight on. Rick could also see her pussy better, not that it mattered. 

Finally, after two days of torment, he gave in. He rubbed himself as slowly as he could, because he knew that it would be instantaneous otherwise. 

She came first, and it was even more incredible than the last. She caught her breath, and her smile began to widen. She was excited, because Rick was about to come. 

His orgasm started deep inside, deeper than ever before. He let out a groan and his body shuddered, and he came. Melissa was beside herself with joy. It was incredible, seeing her brother come for the first time. And for her. 

Afterwards, he could barely move. "I got it," she said, ready to be of assistance. She searched for a towel in the dim night, and found one. He reached to take it, but she dismissed the gesture. She wiped the come from his belly as casually as painting her nails. 

She lay back down and turned into him, putting her leg over his body. She didn't say another word, and fell into a blissful slumber in moments. 

Rick remained awake for a good while longer, still a mix of pleasure and worry. The darkness aided his confusion, finding it easy to delight in holding a naked woman close, yet unnerved to know that it was Melissa. 

He kept thinking, "What have I done?" He imagined that she would wake up and curse him for not having put a stop to what he should have known was a very bad idea. She would change her mind when she had time to reflect, and he would feel shame for the rest of his life. 

But he knew nothing for certain, except that he was still hard. And he remained so until sleep finally came. 

*** 

When he awoke in the morning, she was gone. He wondered at first if it was just a dream, and then saw the towel on the floor in the same spot she'd thrown it. He could still smell her on the pillow beside him. 

The smell brought it all back, and the dread of seeing her face again. He didn't want to see her avoid him, knowing that her brother agreed to this. 

All he wanted to do was take a shower and wash it all away. 

On the way to the bathroom, he saw that Melissa's door was closed. He was grateful at the thought of having some time to think before seeing her again. 

The water on his skin never felt more welcoming. It always wakes him up. But it wasn't long before Melissa crept into his thoughts once again, and he had yet another erection to contend with. He was surprised by how quickly it came upon him and how strongly, given that he had just woken up. 

But he didn't hesitate to deal with it this time. He now figured that masturbating was a far better alternative than what he had come so close to doing last night. He thought he might spend the rest of his life doing this now, like some hopeless substance addiction. But he started with one and stroked himself anyway. 

He saw her wearing pink panties and nothing else. She pulled them down slowly. She stood before him and smiled. He pulled her close and began touching her body all over while she looked pleased. He touched her pussy and she looked grateful. This was going to make him come. 

But then the bathroom door opened. 

As soon as he heard it, a cool draft came in. He was so close to a tremendous orgasm, that part of him wished to continue and pretend he hadn't heard it. 

This is not happening. 

But it was. He peeked around the curtain and saw that it was. She was wearing running shorts and a tank top, and looked sweaty. 

She was back from a run, and ready for a shower. She made eye contact with him briefly, then looked back at the mirror and began to pull her hair down. She was not trying to be sexual this time at all. 

Part of him thought that she just meant to use the sink and be on her way. But then she sat down on the toilet and began to untie her shoes. He watched as she took them off, along with her socks, debating with himself whether to speak and what to say if he did. He didn't want to stop her. 

"I'll be done in a minute..." he said, finally. 

She didn't look at him at first. She tucked her socks into her shoes and got up to return to the sink. Then she took off her top, and just as casually, she took off her shorts and underwear together. 

She was still not attempting to be sexy, but this only made Rick's penis ache for her even more. His mind repeated the same refrain: this is something he shouldn't be seeing. This is one of his sister's private sort of moments. And she undressed now the way she probably undresses everyday. 

And after an ever-so-brief pause looking in the mirror, she turned and approached the shower. He just looked at her while she grabbed the curtain and pulled it open. They could now see each other, and she stopped. She looked at him, as if to say, "Are you going to let me in?" She could see that he yearned for her yet again, and she tried to hide her enjoyment. She wanted him to say it. 

"Can you wait?" he said, not sounding assertive at all. 

"I can," she replied. "Do you want me to?" 

He quickly rationalized the thought of saying nothing. And he couldn't, but said nothing anyway. Then she stepped closer. Then still closer, and he stepped back. She moved in until she felt his member against her body, and moved in closer. She entered the shower at last. 

He turned his body and backed into the showerhead to give her room. This time, she didn't move any closer just yet. 

Melissa held back a slight smirk and said, "So did you have anymore washing to do, or do you just need to jerk off?" 

He thought about the answer carefully. He did need to wash his hair, but under the circumstances, he decided to skip it. 

He did need to jerk off, though. This is where he thought he would go when she turned him on, but now she was here too. He wanted to do it anyway. He ached too much not too. 

"Do you want me to help?" 

"...help?" 

"Jerk you off. I will if you need me too." 

He let out a laugh. She had a way of saying the exact right thing at the exact right moment to make him laugh. It was a very typical Melissa thing to do, something he'd always loved about her. And it snapped him right out of his passions, and all he saw before him was that loving sister of his. 

She smiled, then grabbed his penis and started stroking it. 

It was all still like a dream until he felt her hand, and then it became reality. He thought about the line being crossed, and he thought about someone walking in, and he thought about having dinner that evening with Melissa sitting across from him and talking with family. 

But he let her continue. 

He put up no resistance whatsoever. He looked at his beautiful sister's body up and down, and enjoyed her gleeful gaze on his own. She enjoyed doing what she'd wanted to do ever since she saw that she had made him horny for the first time. She wanted to make him come. It made her wet to know that she was doing this to him. 

He was going to reach for her body to fondle and caress it, but he came before it mattered. 

She cupped her hand as he came and squeezed his member in her palm, lovingly, rubbing his come around the tip. He looked at her, astounded by the unexpected playfulness. It seemed like no big deal to her. And it wasn't. They were in the shower, which was her favorite place to fool around. 

"Feel better?" she said, still not sounding sexual at all. She might as well have been asking him, "Did you sleep well?" 

He was aware of how much he was sweating, despite being in the shower. He ran his face and chest under the water again, until he heard her say, "Ok, seriously this time... get out of my hot water before it's all gone." 

Their bodies pressed closer together than they'd ever been as they switched places. She was now faceing the showerhead and he got the first good look at her from behind. Her as was cute, and went well with her wide hips. 

"Wait, before you go..." she said, with her face in the water. 

He wasn't even sure if she wanted him to get out until she said it. This all seemed more like a fun game to her than a real sexual exploit. She just loved hanging out with her brother, is all. That was the vibe he got from her. 

"Do my back?" she asked. She was putting soap onto a loofa when she said it, and handed it to him. He lathered it and began washing her back. 

"You think mom's gonna make casserole this year?" 

"That's a rather odd thing to ask right now, don't you think?" 

"It's Thanksgiving. It's the most appropriate time, I'd say." 

"No, I don't think so. I didn't see any fried onions." 

"That's a shame." He was lathering up her sides and then her shoulders when she turned around, gesturing to continue. "Still," she said, as he continued to cover her breasts with soap, "this will be a Thanksgiving to remember." 

"I'll say." 

She was now looking at him differently. Still not so much with desire as much as adoration. It was how she looked up at him, even as she felt the loofa slide down between her legs. She almost wanted to suppress her sexual reaction to it and just enjoy being with her brother in this moment. 

And so she gave into the urge that she did have, and stepped into him. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. The sensation was erotic for both of them, but neither acted upon it. With restraint, they held each other. 

Rick was hard again, but still restrained. She caressed his rear lovingly and he did the same. 

The moment was broken when they both heard a sound in the hallway. Someone was awake and up and about. 

Rick was looking down at her, now realizing that he would have gone further if not for the interruption. She felt the same. But they were back to reality. When he backed up to get out, they were as they were, as if they were swimming and none of it had happened. 

But she stopped him one last time and hugged him again. "I can't wait for this day to be over," she said.