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Kindred

By: Samuelx



It's night again and I am driving through the streets of Chugiak, a small Alaskan town. I've loved this town ever since I first came here a few years ago. Back then, I was new to the business world. A young black man, armed with a college education, out to make his mark on the world. I'm a native of the Bronx who found himself hired by a small Accounting firm all the way in Alaska. Life around here is so different from what I am used to. I like my life these days. A lot of it has to do with my professional accomplishments. I'm thirty five years old and I am the head of Human Resources at Brent & Madison, a very old yet powerful firm.

I am driving and I can't wait to get home. It's been a good day and I can't wait to be with my Sabrina. Sabrina James Valentine is my wife. We are so different. I am a tall black man. She is a pretty-faced, plump but attractive woman. She is a teacher and a writer. I am a no-nonsense businessman. She's a people person. I'm rather selective in who I have relations of any kind with and I have a penchant for isolation. We both have a lot in common, though most people wouldn't guess it by looking at us. Before I met Sabrina, I had relationships with both men and women. Yes, you've guessed right. I am bisexual. I am not one bit ashamed of my sexual and romantic past. My last girlfriend was this woman named Kelly Brown. She was a tall, curvy Jamaican woman who worked in New York as a police officer. We had an on-again, off-again relationship. Kelly was very attractive and I must say, spectacular in bed but she was one crazy woman. The dictionary should have a picture of her under control freak. We had fun but I had to let her go. It didn't go too well. She began stalking me. Yes, I had a female stalker on my hands. And to make things worse, she was a cop!

I ended up hiring a lawyer to get me out of the mess. My lawyer, Jodi Anderson, was a driven and ruthlessly efficient attorney. It turns out that Kelly Brown had been suspended from the police department before for use of excessive force while on the job and she also had a drinking problem. Once her record was exposed in court, she lost her credibility and we were able to obtain a restraining order against her. Man, I got lucky! So many psycho women out there use the law as a weapon against the men they hate. Nobody ever mentions the man's side of the story. I learned my lesson and got more careful in my life.

After my nightmarish relationship with Kelly, I didn't feel like dating another female for some time. I felt like exploring the other side of the fence. I began hanging out at gay bars and clubs a lot more often. I had my share of sexual encounters with hunky men and sexy women but I didn't meet anyone special until Leonard Morrison came along. Leonard Morrison was a tall, good-looking African-American stud from Boston. He was a graduate of Suffolk Law School and worked as head of Legal Research for a large firm in New York city. This guy had it going for him. He was a single black gay man who was deeply closeted at work but quite open with his close friends. We met at a club and things just clicked between us.

Leonard and I went into a two-year relationship. Leonard was simply awesome. He was so handsome and so smart. Totally easy to get along with and simply great. I fell in love with him. We moved into an apartment together. During that time, my life got some exposure. I felt comfortable in my skin as a bisexual black man. I told my father and mother that I was in a relationship with another man. They were deeply religious and conservative people. They weren't accepting of my sexuality or my relationship. In fact, they told me that they regretted having me. I walked away from them, holding hands with my lover in public and never spoke to them again. As far as I was concerned, they were dead to me. I felt hurt and betrayed but it's not like I didn't see it coming. Leonard was still in the closet to his family. One day, someone discovered his secret life and he got so scared of his parents finding out that he was living with a man. Even though Leonard was gay, he still took young women whom he was friends with to office parties. He even took Veronica, a woman we both knew, as his date to the wedding of one of his relatives. Yes, Leonard was closeted and terrified of coming out. In the end, he couldn't take it. Living with a man who was out and proud. That's what broke us up.

The loss of Leonard hurt like hell. I had been deeply in love with this man and it took me a long time to get over it. Still, life had to go on and in spite of the pain, I eventually moved on with my life. I saw moving to Alaska as a bold new step and did it without hesitation. I was through with my old life and on with the new. It was in Chugiak that my life changed. In Chugiak, I met a wonderful woman in Sabrina. She was an openly bisexual woman who, along with her husband had raised three children who were now grown. Sabrina lost her husband James Valentine to a car accident three years before we met. Before getting married and having kids, Sabrina had lived with Fiona, her childhood friend and lover. After her husband's death, she had a lover named Marianne but that relationship ended before I came along.

When I met her, we were both single. I was thirty years old and she was forty one. We came from different worlds but that didn't stop us from falling in love. We had been together for five years now. I smile as I parked my car into the driveway. I went inside. Seated in the living room couch was my Sabrina, waiting for me. I looked at her and smiled. My wife was looking very sexy in a black bra and tiny dress. Her curvy body looked very appealing in the dim light. She smiled naughtily at me. I grinned and went to her. Sabrina rose from the couch and embraced me. We kissed. I caressed her and my hands went from her breasts to her crotch. That's where I felt a surprise. There was something hard down there. Sabrina was wearing a strap on dildo underneath her short skirt. I smiled and stroked her cock. I knew what she had in mind but she whispered it to me just the same. Time for some seriously hot and kinky action!

I lay on my back, spread my legs and waited. Yeah, I'm freaky like that. Sabrina greased me up with some lube and then put the dildo against my asshole. She thrust the dildo into me. I stroked my cock as she drove the dildo inside me. I've been fucked in the ass before. I remember a time when Leonard made me ride that huge cock of his. Man, the brother had a big one! My lady's dildo was smaller and less thick but almost as good. She definitely knew how to work it. We went at it like this for several minutes, then I came. Once I came, she pulled the dildo out of me and sucked my cock.

I looked at Sabrina. She was looking at me and smiling. This woman is very kinky. We've had a lot of fun together. One time, she invited this skinny girl named Audrey into our bedroom. Audrey was a nineteen-year-old blonde college student. I had a lot of fun with her while my wife simply watched without participating. Audrey was a lot of fun. She gave great head and loved sucking my black cock. When I bent her over and fucked her tight pussy, I loved every minute of it. Sabrina just enjoys watching me with people. Another time, she brought this guy named Anthony to join us. Anthony was a tall, good-looking Haitian stud. He newcomer to Alaska, having moved there from the city of Boston with his wife Jasmine. Jasmine of course had no idea that he was bisexual. He was a hot guy, alright.

We had some fun in front of Sabrina. I sucked Anthony's dick and he sucked mine while she watched. Then, I greased the young man up and fucked him in the ass. Anthony was versatile, just like me. I loved fucking that tight ass of his. The dude sure was a screamer. He could make people scream, too. He bent me over and stuffed my ass full of his big cock. Anthony had a ten-inch cock. Even with lube, that stuff hurts. I loved every minute of it. We hooked up a few more times, often without my girl watching, and it was a lot of fun.

I looked at Sabrina. She was looking at my cock, hungrily. I knew what she wanted the moment she assumed my favorite position. She got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. I smiled and greased up her asshole, then pressed my cock against her back door. There's nothing like fucking someone in the ass, man or woman. It makes me feel like I'm king of the world. I held her by the hips and thrust into her. She gasped when I entered her. My girl was no stranger to ass fucking. We've done this before. She took it like a champ, not a scream from her. I thrust into her, loving the feel of her tight ass around my cock. I slammed my cock inside her. She pushed back against me, driving me deeper inside her. I fucked her good, giving it to her hard and quick. It wasn't long before I came. When I did, I flooded her hole with my seed and she screamed in pleasure. 

Later, we both lay in bed, exhausted but happy. Sabrina whispered into my ear how much she loved me. I smiled. Yeah, I had it going on. I loved her too. So, there you have it folks. I am a bisexual man living with a kindred soul. We're basically the same species, if you can believe that. I have a job that I love and a wife whom I care deeply about and the feeling's mutual. I love my life and I love my wife. Things are pretty good right now and I hope the stay that way. Wish us luck! 

Kindred



A misty day, where no matter where you look, nothing looks quite clear. It's a grey day...the sky seems silver and very calm, the clouds listless and their shapes melancholy. "What a waste of a day", thought Eleanor as she peered out her window, her blonde, highlighted hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, leaning on her fist, her full blue eyes glazed slightly over with boredom. No license, no money, nothing on the tele and a grey and bleak day outside. She stood up and stretched, arching her back and raising her arms and hands out as far as she could, her fingers tickling the air. A quite pretty lass in all respects, slender but not thin, her skin a touch pale with a good complexion, a bit heavy in the chest, but there were many she knew that were envious. 

Eleanor walked over to the fridge and swung it open, leaning in and giving a glance around amidst the wasteland that was her selection. "Bollix" she said gruffly and grabbed the last beer in the door, the one bit of anything that seemed even vaguely interesting in the whole mix. She rested the capped tip on the counter, gave it a quick club with her palm and took a long drag off of the bottle before the cap could even stop rolling. Eleanor walked around for a bit, taking a sip or two and contemplating all the joys she could get into today: there was laundry, washing the dishes, picking up around the house... "Bollix". What a day this would be...

Things had been boring for a while in Eleanor's life, it was as if the colour and fun had been on a major decline for some time. It wasn't that things had necessarily changed all that much, but more that she wasn't enjoying things like she once did. Fruit didn't seem so sweet, music had lost it's tempo, colours seemed muted and even sex had become a letdown. Her last boyfriend had all the makings for a great bit of fun, he was cute, well-muscled, had deep brown eyes, some sexy tattoo work, a leather coat and a motorcycle. They had fun dancing and riding into the night and going to crazy parties, drinking all night and dancing until dawn. The sex was definitely not the best in the world, but nothing is perfect after all. In fact, the only real problem with the guy...was when he got angry, which was almost whenever he got too much of the drink. He's gone now. She's alone again. What a waste of a day...

A bit of online fun might be just the cure for the bad weather blues, after all there was always something going on with somebody, somewhere. Click, click, click...same old, same old, and oh look now it's raining outside. The only reason rain is better than the mists, is that at least the weather has made up its mind and is doing something. Eleanor was about to just turn off the computer and call it a day, but wait...what was this? While doing her usual surfing and googling, she had found something that she had never seen before. A site called Kindred with a symbol like two serpents intertwined as knots and swallowing each others' tails, making it impossible to know where one began...and the other ended. Eleanor smiled and clicked the icon and her screen filled with interesting symbols and glyphs, virtual candles burning and a small box with a blinking cursor that asked only one question: "Why did you come?"

Eleanor sat there for a while just staring at the question that sat unanswered in front of her, and she wasn't sure why. Usually, if something like this came up she would have just put in something quick and easy, so she could get on with it and find out what the site was all about, but for some reason this question was vexing her, and she was honestly thinking about it. "Oh come on girl, on with it..." she thought to herself and poised her fingers over the keys. Hesitantly, she started to type "I don't know", but that wasn't the truth now was it? Eleanor pulled her hands back, blew on them, cracked her knuckles and then typed in the truth: "I'm lonely" and hit enter. Thunder rumbled outside and everything seemed to shake just a bit and then a new box opened, and simply said: "So am I". Eleanor smiled in spite of herself and was about to click around the site until the box closed and another opened, and a question sat before her: "Want some company?"

Eleanor sat there twirling a letter opener between her fingers for a while, thinking about the question and how silly it was, but at the same time, for some reason it was again something that she was taking a bit seriously. Finally, after much deliberation, she cursed under her breath and slapped her hand with the letter opener down roughly, mad at herself for being so silly. She just decided "Fuck it" and typed in the truth, "Love some". "Now was that really so hard?" Eleanor thought to herself. The box changed again, but at the same time there came a crash of thunder outside, so very close this time. In an instant she lost power, the lights were out and the computer was now black. She jumped at the sudden sound and winced in pain, she had poked herself on that damn letter opener. She cradled her hand up and tried to get a better look near the window and saw a bit of blood, she licked the blood and kicked something across the floor "Well, so much for that!" she exclaimed and looked out the window to see how far out the loss of power was.

The town looked so dark and still with no power, the rain still fell, virtually the only motion to speak of outside. Eleanor stepped back and found her way through her place to her bathroom and started some hot water in the tub. If everything was going to go wrong today then she would just blood well soak it in the tub and let the day go by on its own. She took off her jeans and long shirt and tossed them to the side, dropped her bra and undies on top and lit a couple of nearby candles. The bathroom was already getting nice and warm with steam drifting up from the tub now about half full of water. Eleanor eased herself into the water, which was just a bit too hot, but she liked it that way, means it was clean and do its job. She settled in for a nice long soak, finally turning off the water with her toes and letting out a deep breath of relief. Maybe something would finally go right today, that would be nice, too bad she wouldn't know what that last box on Kindred had said...

It was so peaceful and quiet, so dark and warm in the tub in which Eleanor now lie and soaked. She found herself more comfortable than she had felt in quite a while so maybe losing power wasn't so bad after all. She moved one hand slowly around in the water and enjoyed the soft scent of vanilla from one of the candles she had burning. Slowly raising her knee in and out of her tub and enjoying the moment for all it was worth. Eleanor had always been happy to have such a large tub in her place, one of the few things she had managed to get a hold of that she really enjoyed. She felt so light and warm, she was the only thing in the warmth of the water in the darkness and it felt so good. Her hand began to glide across her chest softly, reveling in the feeling and when her finger touched her nipple, she felt a flash through her and smiled. Her head leaning back, eyes closed as her hand explored her breasts more, making each nipple hard with her touch. She couldn't remember the last time this felt so good, letting her fingers lightly glide under the water and down her stomach. The water seemed to be helping and prompting her with its warmth, making her legs feel as if they were being softly caressed as her own hands continued to explore.

Eleanor's hand reached the bottom of her stomach and she took in a deep breath and held it as she let her fingers glide across her softness. She began to make soft circles and moaned slightly under her breath as the water of the tub was joined by a wetness of her own. One hand rubbed across her chest and up her neck as the other explored deeper into her pleasure. The water caressed her legs and seemed to help her part them, lifting her gently making her bottom feel cradled. She bit her lip and slid her fingers inside, now massaging her soft bulb as it grew harder. A shudder passed through her, now feeling as though the water were her lover, imagining them taking pleasures from her body and giving many in return. She pulled her hand from her deep wetness up and tasted herself, savoring the flavor and moaning. It felt so good now, her body was moving with a strange tempo, enjoying these amazing sensations as if a tongue now licked gently inside her, lapping at the nectar her body provided. Her hand gripped the side of the tub as her other pinched her nipples. She gasped as a rumbling grew within her, her toes seemed to curl, her legs wrapping around an unknown lover, her back arching, her moaning growing louder. As her body climaxed she grabbed down toward herself and felt a head of hair and grabbed it instinctively. "Oh yes" she thought...but wait, a head of hair?

Eleanor looked down, snapped back from her passionate stupor by the realization of the presence of someone or something else. His head rose from the water, his eyes piercing and looking into hers. His features were sharp and striking, his ears ever so slightly pointed and a cunning smile curled across his full lips surrounded by a well trimmed goatee. His hands gripping her thighs were strong, Eleanor felt he could do anything he wanted and she wouldn't have the strength to stop him, and why was that so alluring? She decided to engage him with some light conversation..."Who in the fuck are you, and how the fuck did you get in my bloody tub?!" she erupted.

"I am a friend, and you invited me" The stranger said with a smirk.

Eleanor sat up in the tub abruptly, covering herself with her hands and retorted: "I bloody well did no such thing! I think I'd remember if I inv..." Her mind flashed to earlier, that box on the Kindred site, it asked if she wanted company....she said she would love some. But, that couldn't possibly be what this was about could it? "How did you get in here, where did you come from?" she asked with a bit more of fear than anger in her voice.

"As I said, I was invited Eleanor and where I came from...well, I am a kindred spirit. I am here for you, so that we may no longer know what it is to be lonely." His words rolled so elegantly and easily, he had a strange accent that she couldn't place, and there was something about him that was captivating.

"Kindred spirits you said? But how...I, I don't understand. All I did was..." Before Eleanor could finish the stranger had leaned forward, close to her now, she could feel the heat of his breath, without even thinking about it her lips parted and he kissed her.

The stranger's kiss was like fire, it was intense and furious, with a passion Eleanor had never felt before. She felt her body open to him, her hands went from covering herself to embracing him, feeling his powerful form as she gripped his arm, her other hand slid down his chest, ever lower. His hand ran across her neck, through her hair and pulled her head to him, kissing her harder and with more hunger as his other hand found her breast and squeezed. Eleanor gasped at his touch, her hand ran down until it found what she was looking for, and she liked it. She took a hand full and squeezed and played, feeling a growl from her stranger as he kissed across her jaw and licked her neck. He licked down further and sucked at her shoulder, letting his teeth brush her skin, then sinking in just slightly and drawing a drop or two of Eleanor's blood. She felt her body tighten and she cried out in spite of herself: "Yes, god yes please take me..."

The stranger was hard in Eleanor's hand, which he moved aside, pressing his body into hers, and hissing into her ear: "With pleasure". The stranger plunged deep into Eleanor, filling her completely, pulling her to him and lifting her body to his. He kissed her again, even harder this time and bit his own lip, she tasted his blood...and liked it. Eleanor pulled him, wrapping her legs around him and grinding herself into him as he now began moving inside her. His thrusts were strong and deep, she could feel him everywhere and pressed to him she could smell his skin, a mixture of spice and sweet. Again and again his thrusts penetrated her, making her feel like his. It had been so long since Eleanor felt truly sexually alive, and now so wanted and so full of her unknown lover. Her body received him each time with greater joy, easing him in with her sweetness. Then he stood up, carrying her with him and pressed her back to the wall, their eyes met and he whispered: "We've only just begun..."

Eleanor felt her body giving itself willingly, easily to her lover, she cried out and moaned at his every touch, his hardness taking her over and over. He turned her around and bit the back of her neck, his hands found her breasts and squeezed, tumbling her nipples between his fingers as he took her again. She could feel him pressing against her from behind, pulling her by her bosom and she put her hands to the wall and pushed back as good as she was getting. His breathing was getting deeper, grunting and maybe even growling as he made love to her. His strength was amazing and yet he had not hurt her, he penetrated her so fully, stretching her just enough to make each thrust send sparks through her body. Their wetness was a mix of water and their own sweat now, her own sweetness welcomed him as she backed into each powerful stroke. Eleanor felt herself tightening and let out a loud cry as she orgasmed, clutching him tightly inside of her, her muscles holding him fast for a moment. She was still so very hungry as she pushed him back away from her, spun around and bit his chest, then licking down him, leaving a path down his chest and stomach with her tongue.

When Eleanor reached the strangers member she smiled, remembering the pleasure it had just given her and she licked it, tasting her own pleasure still glistening in front of her. She heard him moan as she took the head into her mouth and licked around it, running her hand down the shaft. She cradled his balls and squeezed as she took more of his length into her mouth. His powerful muscles tightened as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled. Eleanor felt the tip of him hit the back of her throat for a moment and then she sucked off completely, with a loud pop. She took him back into her mouth and devoured him completely, what a fun game she had found, and she was good at it. She licked down and sucked each ball into her mouth, one at a time before going back up and again taking him deeply into her mouth. The stranger's hand was still on the back of her head as she pleasured him, he eased her back and forth and his body twitched forward into her with each incredible movement. His body was tightening, and just when he might not be able to take much more he pulled her up to him, kissed her and picked her up.

The stranger pulled Eleanor down onto him, still standing so again he was inside her, and her body rushed with heat making her light headed. He walked out of the bathroom with her, moving her on top of his manhood until he found a wall in the next room. Pressing her to the wall, he became loud as he thrusted inside her hard, his patience and methodology had given way to primal wanting, now pressing her hard against the wall. Eleanor could barely keep her legs around the stranger as she bounced against the wall, digging her fingernails into his back and running them down, drawing blood. He growled and started thrusting more upwardly, bouncing her on him and making her unable to think. Eleanor dug her nails in and accepted each powerful thrust as they now quickened. How long could this go on, how much did her lover have in him? Eleanor's body convulsed as she orgasmed again, this time her muscles squeezed so tightly upon her stranger that she knew he would be hers, and she was right. He thrusted one last time, as deeply as he could before his body tightened completely and then released...released so deeply inside of her, so much pent up passion. Eleanor could actually feel the heat of it as he came inside her, it was everything she had wanted...had needed. His body twitched again and again, filling her beyond anything she had ever known, and then it was over.

The two of them slid down the wall together, panting like animals, smelling of each others' passions and finding it impossible to know where one started and the other began. The image of the serpents on the Kindred site flashed through Eleanor's mind as they lie there, and she kissed his neck softly. Her stranger drew back from her and smiled, he lifted her and stood still almost effortlessly and carried her to her bed. She quickly found warmth and comfort in her linens and enjoyed his embrace behind her as he lay next to her. Again she was taken, this time by sleep.

When Eleanor awoke she saw her unknown kindred spirit standing with his back to her, still nude and beautiful, she smiled to herself at the sight of the lines her nails had left upon him. He was looking out the window at where it had been raining, but now it was quiet and now only a fading mist remained. Eleanor stood and walked over, lightly holding a sheet up and over her body for a moment and then dropping it and any false sense of modesty as she hugged him from behind, pressing her bosom against him and smelling deeply of him. "What are you thinking about?" she asked calmly.

"The storm is over. It's time for me to go." He responded softly

"But why? Why do you have to go? I want you to stay, we can have breakfast maybe" she said back to him

He turned around and faced Eleanor, seeing the sadness creeping over her and smiled very slightly, running the back of his hand softly down her cheek. "It is the way of things, my dear." He said, now stepping away from her.

"But...will I ever see you again? I don't even really know who you are." Eleanor pleaded

"We were each a part that found each other, we are kindred spirits Eleanor, and what we have shared and do share will last longer than you will ever know. As for who I am, I am what you needed, what you summoned my beloved, nothing more or less." He answered.

"Summoned? But, how there is so much I don't know, I need you, please." Eleanor said, trying to hold back her tears.

"No, do not cry Eleanor, you have power, power you do not yet fully understand or comprehend, this is only the beginning. Never regret this, any of it, and know that you and I are forever part of each other, I do and shall always exist for you." Answered the stranger as he slipped back away further into the shadows...and then gone, just as he had appeared.

Eleanor sank to the floor at the stranger's words, not understanding what had truly happened, but feeling as though a new door had been opened for her. This was the first time that she had ever felt like she really mattered, like she had real reason or purpose. She liked this feeling, and it was far stronger than any sense of missing her dark stranger. The power came back on, light was restored and things were back as they had been except for one thing...Eleanor was stronger now. She stood up, got dressed and made her way back toward the bathroom, but stopped and looked to her computer. She walked over as it completed its reboot and hit yes to restore her last session. There it was, Kindred and a new box was there, one she had not seen before. She leaned in and read it: "Welcome home."

End of the first.



Kindred Hearts



She had been lonely for so long and had hid it so very well. His soul had suffered needlessly for so long but he too, had covered his sadness. There was a fragility beneath their strong exteriors that only a few could see although many sensed their restless spirits. It was inevitable that the two should meet, they each knew that someone was waiting, each knowing they would meet their destinies. 

Fate brought them together through a mutual friend, and as she stepped into the room full of people, their eyes locked, the connection so strong that she thought her heart had stopped beating. They recognized each other immediately and he stood and slowly made his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving hers. She knew he would be beautiful but never expected the sheer magnitude of his presence. He had the most handsome face she had ever seen and his eyes were so soft she became lost in them, sinking slowly into their depths.

He felt her arrival before actually seeing her, his eyes drawn to hers. His breath caught in his throat when he realized it was her; she was so beautiful and yet he could feel her pain burning as strong as his own. The room ceased to exist to them, neither one noticed the people watching as they felt the electricity pass between the two. He lifted her gently into his muscular arms, enveloping her in warmth. No words were needed; they felt the love as strong as if they had known one another forever. She caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand, leaned forward and kissed the tears that were sliding down his face and knew her search was over. He was her soul mate, her lover and the one who would be in her heart forever.

The up beat music was replaced by the Power of Love and they moved as one, getting lost in the lyrics. They began to explore each other, their lips touching, their tongues entwining and their fingers feeling the softness of one another. He licked her neck, biting and sucking as his hands found her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling the taut nipples. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips, her hands caressing the fullness of his ass. She could feel the heat of his arousal pressing into her and her own juices flowed, her musky scent reaching their nostrils. She leaned forward and took one of his nipples between her teeth, biting it through his shirt. She quickly undid his buttons and slipped his shirt off his shoulders. She admired the beauty of his strong body and kissed the scars that were a part of the pain in his heart, outlining each with her warm tongue. 

He pushed the small straps of her black dress down her arms and it tumbled to the floor around her feet. He bit her shoulder and she arched her back, pushing her breasts against his naked chest. He effortlessly scooped her up into his arms and gently placed her on the floor, the black dress cushioning her head like a feather pillow. He looked into her eyes then began biting his way to her breasts, sucking a pert nipple into his mouth, nibbling each between his teeth alternately. Her roving hands found the clasp to his jeans, pushing them over his hips, freeing his long, thick cock. She stroked his length with both hands and felt him groan on her nipple, the urge to taste him was strong and as if sensing her very thought, he flipped her over so each had access to one another’s deepest pleasures.

She outlined her lips with his pre-cum, tasting his saltiness before wrapping her lips around the head, pushing her tongue into his tiny pee hole. His tongue flicked her clit furiously and her hips lowered to press harder onto his face. She lowered her head and his cock sank deep into her mouth. Her throat contracted at his size but she withdrew halfway until getting accustomed to the feel. She opened wider and took his entire length as he sucked her clit into his mouth; both lost in their world of ecstasy. Nothing mattered but giving each other the pleasure they had waited so long for, the love they saved for this moment. He plunged his tongue deep into her and she let him feel her teeth at each stroke and when neither of them could stand to hold back, he flipped her again and entered her hot, wet pussy. They rode each other in a frenzied rhythm, never taking their eyes off each other, wrapping arms and legs around one another’s bodies. It was as if they were locked together, their bodies becoming one, knowing what each was thinking, feeling, until suddenly exploding in a simultaneous orgasm. They kissed deeply to stop from screaming, muffling each other’s sobs and cries but feeling with such intensity, that their bodies still shook even after the orgasm stopped.

The music ended and they both realized that they were still dancing close and they looked at each other and smiled. They had shared this experience together in their minds, together in their hearts and together in their souls. Both knew that in their world, they could never be together in body, they were both subs. They also understood that the bonding of their spirits could never be broken, the love they had always had for one another would only get stronger and the force coupling their spirits would never diminish.



Kindred Lust



(this story uses ideas and concepts from White Wolf Publishing's Vampire: The Masquerade)

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Early one evening my servant answered the door to let my Clans Primogen into my haven. Standing there was one of the most beautiful kindred I ever set my eyes upon in my two hundred years plus of unlife. Raven hair cascading down her back free from any accoutrement, large breasts confined in a black corset showing ivory shoulders and slim waste. Obsidian pools stare at me as I greet my guest showing that she is closer to the Beast within than I.

"My lady Genevieve, welcome to my modest home. Will you please make yourself as comfortable as possible."

Even her voice sets my senses on fire; "Thank you Mr. Mako. I hope I am not catching you at a bad time?"

"No, no. I am just finishing my weapons practice for the evening and was about to refresh my self on the balcony. Please do join me."

My Beast stirs at the sight of her walking away with the grace of the killer I know her to be. I rush to dress myself appropriately. Loose white shirt and silk pants I rush to the balcony where my servant is serving my guest the vitae infused with wine that I acquired from a young Ventrue girl, my last conquest.

Her scent is light and musk on the cool night air. A full moon, the only illumination lights her in a halo, the damned and the angel at once.

"How may I serve Clan Toreador this evening?", I ask hoping to conceal the lust that must be easily heard in my voice.

"I am not here on Clan business, Jeht. I am here on a more personal matter. I am at a loss when it comes to you. We have been partners in running our Clan for over a decade and I only know that you are a remarkable swordsmen, a poet, and have a taste for kindred women of all Clans but ours. Court is slow, the Prince is visiting Seattle and the Harland's; so I thought I would come and get to know you more... intimately."

Through this one sentence I have drained my glass and am enjoying the warmth of the blood wine. "More intimately" I have often dreamt of tasting the blood of this enchantress. How strong and how sweet it must be. 

Leaning forward I start telling her of the courts I have been in. Details of my embrace and the events leading me to the west coast. Two bottles are consumed as we talk, she giving me her story, the death of her first love and her embrace. During her tale she move forward to brush a strand of hair out of my face. 

Taking the opportunity, emboldened by the wine I catch her wrist and kiss her palm. She gasps and blushes ivory skin with the barest hint of rose. Leaning to meet her I kiss those perfect lips brushing them with my fangs.... They part and our tongues meet and we taste each other for the first time. My Beast rushes to the fore and it takes all my control not to pounce on her and drain her of all blood. I can see that she has to settle herself as she bares her fangs, takes my wrist and plunges those twin razors into my flesh.

The Kiss takes over my senses as pleasure courses through my veins. The Beast is overshadowed by the pleasure of this dark goddess and her feasting on my blood. Release and I am left sitting hunger in my eyes, a hunger that I dare not satisfy if I want her in my bed this evening.

"Will you not take of me, Jeht? I want this to be mutual not a one way street or a one night escapade like with that Ventrue."

"My kiss holds pleasure for those off who I feed. My grip is damned and the pain that one would feel normally is all that you would get."

"Drink deep of me for it is pain that excites me not the Kiss. I have never had a Kindred lover who did not share your same...."

Before she could even finish moving with the powers of celerity I rush to grasp her by the base of the hair, exposing her carotid and sink my fangs deep into her.

Her blood is sweeter than any wine or woman I have ever tasted before and just before I lose control I let go and she is standing there gasping. Lust in her eyes as I extend my hand to lead her into the bedroom.

Right as the door to my chambers close she is kissing my neck, undoing the buttons on my shirt exposing my chest, toned by centuries of fencing. Removing my shirt she starts lower, kissing my shoulders then moving down to lick my nipples. Taking a sharp nail she cuts a line on my left breast. Blood wells and she licks the wound close tasting of my blood once more. Purring she gets to her knees and pulls my pants down to the floor. Releasing my turgid penis she grasps it tight and starts to slowly lick the tip.

She works her way down my shaft until my entire member is in her mouth as she licks my at balls. Back and forth she moves along my cock working her hands and mouth along its shaft sucking me to full size. Taking my member from her mouth she stands up and steps back. Reaching behind her she undoes the draws to her corset baring the most perfect breasts to me. Putting my hand to the small of her back I bring her forth to me and kiss down to her dark areola drawing my fang across her nipple bringing her gasp of pleasure to my ears. Blood flows as I lap at her breast closing the cut.

Suddenly I throw her down on the bed and quickly remove her pants reveling the fact that she does not wear any other clothes. Smooth skin, pale and beautiful reveals that cusp of a womans virtue. I bring my face down to her swollen lips and taste her sliding my tongue in and around her pussy. Sweet nectar flows into my mouth giving me a true taste of the goddess in my grasp. Moans fill my ears as I lick her clit and back down lapping at the juices flowing. As she cums I sink my teeth into her thigh to taste her pleasure coursing through her blood. 

Louder she cries out and I must take her before I lose my slender hold on my own orgasm. I plunge my weapon into her tight slit barely fitting in. Over and over again I move back and forth slowly gaining speed. Her muscles quiver around me and feel her cum again. The only sounds for what seems like hours are her moans and my panting I feel my orgasm rising and as I cry out she shoves me off of her and takes my cock in her mouth as I cum swallowing every last drop, milking me until every blood laced drop is spent gazing into my eyes the entire time.

We curl up on the bed as we feel dawns dread approach our Bestial selves sated again for this night. As dawns first light touches the horizon I wonder, "What does this mean for our domain?"



Kindred of the Wood



This is an entry in the '10 Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest. If found anywhere except Literotica.Com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission.

I hope fans and visitors of the BWCA will forgive me the indulgence of creative license. The locations used in the story are entirely fictional and idealized. I suppose that Nymph Lake would be the most appropriate setting, though ~_^

Likewise those who recognize a verse or so of a certain trail song.

Try not to let the page count scare you. The final page is just the last few lines of my closing note.

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Wearing a half-hearted smile, Mara looked out over the lake, trying to enjoy the beauty of the Minnesota morning. The laughter of a loon in the distance accompanied an earthy smelling breeze that rustled her golden blonde hair.

Mara's arm whipped, and the flat stone she held skipped out across the water, surpassing her earlier toss by several hops. Just around the bend of the shore, she heard her younger brother whoop, heralding the launch of the canoes on the morning fishing expedition.

The summer trip to the Boundary Waters had been a tradition for as long as she could remember. Her father had uncles and cousins aplenty in the area, and it was a time for catching up with the family, far away from the cares and responsibilities of home. Those very cares and responsibilities had kept them away for the last five years, and Mara was glad to be back.

Footsteps rustled through the leaves and undergrowth behind Mara, and she looked over her shoulder to see her mother approaching. Standing close together, it would be easy for one to mistake the pair for sisters, rather than mother and daughter — one of the more noticeable benefits from the dryad part of their heritage.

To most of the world, nymphs were mystical creatures of legend, created by superstitious peoples of the past to explain the unknown. Mara and her mother were living proof that the legends were true, though the family kept the secret close out of necessity. Now in the fourth generation springing from the love of an eternal dryad and a mortal man, they straddled two worlds, protecting the remaining pockets of nature from encroaching civilization.

It was that very secret that stung Mara's heart, keeping her from fully appreciating the return to this place of such happy memories from her childhood.

"Hey," Kia greeted her daughter.

Mara responded, "Hey, Mom," as she turned back to the lake. "I thought you were going out with everyone else."

"I was, but I decided that I'd rather get some sun instead. Care to join me?"

Mara fought down the sigh that tried to escape her. She knew that sunbathing was far down on the list of what her mother actually had in mind. There was little hope of avoiding this conversation for much longer. She'd already dodged it for more than two months, and so she resigned herself to getting it out of the way.

"Sure."

Kia gestured for her daughter to follow, and started back to the camp. Once there, she turned onto what was little more than an animal trail leading uphill toward a golden glow at the top.

The sunbathed hilltop, covered in soft grasses and moss, was the reason that the family chose this campsite on every trip. Firs and shrubs concealed it from view at lake level, providing complete privacy — barring a passing ranger float plane.

Mara couldn't resist looking up to feel the sun on her face. By the time she looked back down, her mother had already tossed aside her shorts. Mother and daughter undressed with a complete lack of shame or discomfort. Xantina, the ultimate dryad mother of the family, had a strong prejudice against clothing, and everyone indulged that whim. Nudity was as natural as breathing to those who spent their time around Xantina's pool.

Kia sat down and leaned back on her hands, lifting her firm breasts to the warmth of the sun. A contented sigh passed her lips as Mara sat down as well.

The elder woman wasted no time in broaching the subject that had brought them both to the hilltop. "So, how are you doing?"

Mara shrugged and frowned.

"You know that you can talk to me about anything. It might make you feel better."

"I know." Mara sighed as she watched a ragged V of geese pass overhead. "I just really don't want to think about it any more."

Kia scooted a little closer and covered her daughter's hand with hers. "Well, you obviously are. You haven't been yourself since you broke up."

"We didn't break up. He dumped me."

"What happened, anyway? You were so upset that night that I couldn't really understand."

"He thought I was cheating on him."

Kia scoffed. "What on earth would make him think that?"

"This bitch at school..."

"Mara."

"Well, she is. Anyway, she started a rumor that I was sleeping with Johnny Forsythe. Alan already knew that I was keeping secrets from him, so he believed all the stories going around."

"Oh, Xanmara," Kia said, using her daughter's real name, only known amongst family. "You blame yourself, don't you?"

"No. Well, sort of. I don't know. How am I supposed to be with anyone when I have to lie about who I am?"

"You aren't," Kia adamantly responded, knowing all too well how difficult it was to keep the secret of her dryad parentage. "You may not be able to tell everyone certain things about us, but I've never known you to pretend to be someone you're not."

"It's the same thing," Mara disagreed, and rolled over onto her side, facing away from her mother.

"It isn't, and deep down, you know it. If he didn't trust you, then he wasn't the one. Did he even ask you if the rumors were true?"

Mara tensed, the painful memory of him calling her a slut and demanding his class ring back making her eyes fill with tears. "No," she answered in a small voice.

"How could anyone who loves you do that? Believe you would do something so awful? Judge you that way?"

"I don't know," Mara murmured, her voice cracking with sobs trying to emerge.

"Neither do I." Kia stroked her daughter's hair. "It isn't your fault, sweetheart. He's the one that gave up what you had for a lie."

Mara finally broke, the wall she'd erected after crying herself to sleep that night crumbling. "I loved him so much."

"I know, and he obviously didn't deserve it."

"That bastard."

Kia sniffled, her eyes misting up as well. "I'm going to let that one go, because I agree with you. Come here."

Need of the love and protection of her mother's arms welled up in Mara. She sat up, leaned into the embrace, and let her tears flow.

****

Though she'd resisted it with all her might, Mara felt a great deal better after a long cry in her mother's arms, followed by actually taking advantage of the hilltop to soak up the sun for an hour.

Since the plan was to take a swim after giving their early lunch a little time to settle, both women wore their bikinis beneath shorts and t-shirts. Even in the shade of the rustling trees, the air was hot and humid. With each passing minute, the thought of the cool water grew more inviting.

"Ho the camp!"

Mara's brow furrowed when she heard the call from the lake, as the voice seemed familiar. She and her mother shared a glance before rising from where they sat in front of the tent, to see a canoe down on the lake.

Kia waved as she walked toward the shore and called out, "Paul!"

Upon hearing the name, recognition fully dawned on Mara. Paul could almost be called a resident, and acted as an unofficial deputy to the park rangers during his frequent sojourns. His bushy black beard and wooden canoe served to make him look like a fur trapper of old, though his smile was anything but the sort of gruff expression one would expect from such a character.

"Kia? Good to see you back. You haven't changed a bit. Is that Mara?"

"All grown up," Kia answered as she reached the edge of the water, careful of her footing on the uneven stone.

"That she is. Dara's going to be heartbroken when she finds out she missed you, Mara. You two were always as thick as thieves." He drew himself up, his face filling with pride. "She's in medical school — top of her class."

Mara smiled, knowing that the older girl had always dreamed of being a doctor. "Tell her I'm sorry I missed her too."

"What about Wade?" Her mother asked.

Paul hiked a thumb behind him, even as the tip of a canoe pulled into view from around the bend where Mara had stood earlier in the morning.

"Hey! Look who it is," Wade called out as he paddled up to join his father.

Mara's eyes widened when she saw him. Though he had proved a nuisance sometimes, Wade was just as much a friend to her as his sister. When she'd last seen him, he was all skinned knees and elbows.

He was anything but, now.

"All grown up," Kia whispered, leaning over to bump into her daughter.

Mara's face burned when she realized she was staring at him, muscles bulging beneath his t-shirt as he propelled the canoe with powerful strokes. His pale blond hair stood up in spikes, looking artfully mussed as it always had, a sharp contrast to his father. She waved and smiled to cover her embarrassment, calling out her old nickname for him. "Hey, Fishbait!"

"I hardly ever fall out of a boat any more, thank you," he said as he sat down his paddle and drifted up next to his father's canoe. "There's a camp set up at forty-two, but nobody's there."

"Probably kin of yours?" Paul asked, his smile fading.

Kia nodded. "They're off fishing. Something wrong?"

"Happen to see a couple of blond boys in a red fiberglass? They were supposed to be back to the portage this morning, and they haven't showed."

"No, but I'll call Steve and the others. Mara, can you go get the radio?"

"Yeah, Mom," Mara answered, glad to have the chance to recover from her shock at the change in her old friend. When she returned, Wade and his father had paddled up to shore.

Kia pressed the button on the two-way radio. "Steve?"

"Yeah, honey," his voice answered.

"Paul and Wade are here. Have you seen two boys in a red fiberglass canoe?"

"No. Missing?"

"Mmm hmm."

"We aren't having much luck with the fish anyway. We'll help look."

His last sentence echoed in stereo from two radios. "Channel three, Wade," Paul said to his son.

"Got it, Dad."

"Whereabouts are you?" Wade asked into his own radio.

"Up off the point. Come on up here and we'll come up with a plan to spread out."

"You girls want to come along?" Paul asked.

Kia turned to her daughter and lifted her eyebrows.

Regardless of the inner turmoil she was dealing with, Mara couldn't ignore the possibility that someone was lost or hurt, and that she could help. "Sure."

Wade picked up a paddle from within his canoe and held it out to Mara. "All aboard the S.S. Fishbait."

Mara laughed, snatched away the paddle, and soon they were off.

****

Her paddle leaned over her shoulder, Mara dangled her fingers in the water, waiting for her father and brother to make their way across the sparkling surface of the lake.

Though the search was tedious, the company was good. Wade was as full of good humor as ever, joking and singing as he paddled along in the seat behind her. Everyone had stories to tell, many of which were new to Mara by virtue of her being too young to actually remember the incidents at the time. Despite the camaraderie, none forgot the task at hand, and kept their eyes open as they fanned out from arranged meeting spots.

Mara's father shook his head as his canoe drifted between the two waiting boats. "No sign. Ran into a group of scouts at the portage. They haven't seen them, and they've been up on the other side all week."

Paul eyed the sun and said, "We only have about an hour before we'll need to head back." He sighed.

"We've got an hour, so we'll use it," Mara's father declared. "I'll head up toward fifty-five."

Paul nodded. "Fifty-three and fifty-eight are about the same distance. That will put us all back here at about the same time, and back to camp right at dark."

"We'll take fifty-three," Wade piped up.

Kia looked a little dubious, as she and her daughter had stayed within sight throughout the search. The look vanished a moment later and she agreed, "That leaves us fifty-eight. Don't dally."

Wade dipped his paddle in the water. Mara followed his example, and the little flotilla disbanded.

"Arrr! Off to Blood Island, Lass!"

Mara groaned and shook her head at Wade's pirate imitation. The island where campsite fifty-three was located looked especially inviting from the water. It had a sand and pebble beach that stretched far out into a shallow spot of the lake, perfect for swimming. The trees formed a semi-circle around the campsite, offering shade and protection from the wind.

The problem was the native inhabitants.

Swarms of biting black flies called the island home — thus the name — and voraciously attacked anyone who was damp from swimming or sweat. The trick was to jump in the canoes as soon as you finished swimming and paddle away as quickly as possible until you dried, but few stayed on Blood Island long enough to learn that secret.

Though she had a closer bond with her family than most girls her age, Mara still felt a surge of freedom when her mother and father both passed out of view. Wade immediately took up a shanty, the lyrics deviously suggestive of things that had nothing to do with sailing. Mara kept paddling, pretending that she didn't hear him, though she did find herself smiling and stifling chuckles throughout.

"For all the sailors love her — and flock to where she's moored. Each man hoping that he might — go down all hands on board!"

"Are you quite done?" Mara asked over her shoulder as he punctuated the song with a loud Yo Ho!

"Ah, don't be a party pooper. Let's pick it up a bit. I need to drain the bilges."

Though she blew a raspberry at him, Mara did match the increased speed of his paddling. He wasn't the only one who needed a pit stop. As they passed a narrow, tree-shrouded inlet, movement caught Mara's eye, and she turned to see two men fishing.

"Wade."

"I see them. Let's make this quick." His j-stroke turned the canoe with ease.

"Hey there," Wade called out as they approached, staying back far enough to avoid any chance of fouling the men's lines. "Have you seen two guys in a red fiberglass canoe?"

"Day before yesterday, up by the falls. Saw them fighting with some other boys and calling the girls with them..." He trailed off, his eyes darting to Mara, and cleared his throat. "Anyway, we steered clear."

"Thanks. They've gone missing and we're trying to find them. Luck to you."

"We'll keep a weather eye out," the fisherman answered.

Wade dipped his paddle back in the water. "Let's get to Blood Island before I pee all over myself."

The speed at which Wade paddled bespoke no small amount of urgency, and Mara was beginning to feel that way as well. The canoe skimmed across the water, propelled by the pair's coordinated strokes toward the island in the distance. By the time Wade pointed the bow at the beach, Mara was fidgeting in her seat.

The canoe crunched up on the sand and smooth-worn stones, the speed of the beaching fast enough that Mara could step out without getting her feet wet when the momentum finally halted. Wade climbed to the middle of the canoe and leapt for the shore, muttering, "Gotta go. Gotta go. Gotta go."

"I'm going up to the latrine," she called after him.

"Okay," he yelled back as he ran into the trees.

When she returned from the latrine, Mara found Wade on the beach with a pair of binoculars. He was looking toward the far side of the lake in the direction of the waterfall.

"See anything?"

"Not on the right," he answered as he scanned left, toward the other campsite there. "Bingo. Red canoe."

Wade handed Mara the binoculars and unhooked the radio from his belt while she zeroed in on the campsite he'd spoken of.

Wade called, "Hey Dad. We may have something."

When no answer came, he tried again. This time, there was an answer, but not from his father.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

Mara heard the panicky call and turned around, slinging the binoculars around her neck.

"Whoever that was, I can hear you," Wade answered.

"Thank god," the unfamiliar voice responded. "We're lost, and I think Terry broke his leg."

"Were you in a red canoe by the falls?"

"Yeah. We were fucking around in the woods and can't find our way back to camp."

"Okay, try to calm down. We were looking for you. We're on an island out in the lake, and we can see your canoe." Wade searched his memory for the other young man's name. "Ryan — right?"

"Yeah. Terry looks bad. We haven't had anything to eat since yesterday."

"We've got some food, and we know where you are. We're coming, so don't move, and don't panic. Keep your radio on this channel, and we'll call you every so often."

"Okay."

Wade nodded toward the canoe and said, "Let's go. Those guys are freaking, and Dad's out of range. We may have to go try to track them down until Dad heads this way to find out what happened to us."

Mara argued, "What if we get lost?"

"I've got a GPS. As soon as we don't show up where they expect us, our folks will come looking for us to tan our hides. They'll probably find us long before we find those two numbskulls." He broke out in a broad smile. "It's an excuse for us to get out from under the parental thumbs for a little while without getting in trouble for it. Adventure, Lass!"

Mara shook her head and let out a sarcastic-sounding sigh. "Okay, you're right. One condition."

"What's that?"

"Talk like a pirate day is over."

"Spoilsport," Wade grumbled, and then climbed into the canoe.

On the water again, it dawned on Mara that she wasn't thinking about the end of her relationship. Even acknowledging that didn't bring the memories crashing back down on her, and the sound of Wade whistling the tune of his earlier shanty brought a smile to her lips.

About halfway between the island and their destination, Wade's radio sounded out, "You still there?"

"On our way across the lake now. Give us a couple of minutes. I'll let you know when we're at your camp."

"He sounds really scared," Mara observed.

"Yeah. Let's hope we can find them before he completely freaks."

Steady paddling brought the canoe up to shore, and Mara hopped out with the tie rope while Wade kept the boat steady. Once the canoe was safely tied off to a birch clinging to land near the edge of the water, Wade climbed out and grabbed his pack.

Handing Mara the radio, he said, "Give them a call while I get something out of here."

Mara keyed up the radio and said, "Ryan, we're at your campsite."

"Hurry. Terry's real pale and he's starting to say weird shit."

"Tell them to listen for this," Wade instructed, holding up an air horn. When Mara gave him a puzzled look, he explained, "They let us bend the rules because we're sort of the advance rescue party out here."

"Ryan, we're going to sound a horn. Listen for it."

"Okay."

Mara covered her ears, and Wade gave a long blast. When the sound died away, save for the echoes returning from far shores, she called again. "Did you hear that? Can you tell what direction it's coming from."

"In front of us, I think. It's not very loud," the young man answered.

Wade groaned, shook his head, and held out his hand for the radio. "Look at the shadows. I'm going to blow it again, and you tell me what direction it's coming from by the shadows."

Again the horn shattered the peace of the wilderness, and Wade waited for the answer.

"It kinda seems like it's coming from the same way that the shadows are going."

"That's close enough," Wade responded. "Stay there and we'll head your way. We can narrow it down when we're closer."




Kindred of the Wood



"Thanks, man."

Another voice — a familiar one — emerged from the radio. "Wade? Who are you talking to?"

"We found them, Dad. They're lost in the woods to the east of the falls, and one of them broke his leg. We're at the campsite by the falls."

"Okay, go after them, take your pack, and mark your trail. I'm on my way."

"Got it, Dad."

Wade handed Mara the horn and radio, pulled a spindle of orange day-glow ribbon from a side pocket, and shouldered his pack. Mara was surprised by the change in his demeanor, which was suddenly very rugged and manly — quite unlike his usual boyish humor.

Memories from her last trip here crept up on Mara as she watched him. Shaking her head and silently scolding herself, she resolutely pushed those memories — and the emotions that came with them — back down. That's the last thing I need right now.

"You can wait here for Dad if you want."

Focusing on the here and now, Mara said, "I'll go with you. I might be able to do something to help."

Wade gave her a nod and set out. Mara followed and soon understood how the pair she and Wade were looking for could have gotten turned around. There was no way to take a straight path through the trees and undergrowth.

Wade wove his way through the woods, pausing to tie sections of ribbon onto limbs at about the same height, at about the same intervals. When she chanced to look behind her, despite the wandering path, she could see the last two ribbons fluttering in the breeze, perfectly aligned with the one Wade was currently tying.

He sounded the horn again, and the young man on the other end of the radio said that it was coming from the same direction — louder. About ten minutes later, Wade tried shouting instead of sounding the horn. Ryan's faint, relieved cry of answer preceded him anxiously announcing over the radio that he could hear them.

Mara followed Wade up a small rise dominated by black spruce, and saw the two men below. One was pacing anxiously, while the other lay on the ground.

"We're on the trail, Wade," Paul's voice emerged from the speaker.

Wade called back to his father, "We can see them. We're going over."

The pacing man below looked around, and then waved frantically when he spotted his rescuers moving his way.

"He's been asking for water," Ryan blurted out as soon as they were close.

Wade turned slightly, giving Mara easy access to the canteen sticking out of a pocket of his pack. She took it and headed toward the ashen-faced blond lying on the ground with his head propped up on a mossy hillock at the root of a tree.

Mara immediately saw the swelling and bruising on the young man's right ankle, and knew that it was either broken or severely sprained. She unscrewed the top from the canteen and held it out to him.

He stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes confused and glassy, and then reached up with a shaky hand to take the canteen. He drank, spilling quite a bit down the sides of his face and his chin in the process. The canteen thumped into his chest when he finished, and he sighed. "Thanks," he offered in a weary voice.

"You're welcome. Try not to move."

The young man's eyes focused a little more and the corners of his mouth twitched up. "Wow. You've got great tits."

Somehow, Mara kept the sarcasm out of her voice as she responded, "Thanks. Stay still."

Wade knelt down next to her and held out an unwrapped energy bar to the downed man, taking the canteen and passing it to Ryan, waiting eagerly behind him while devouring the last bite of his own bar.

Mara asked, "Do you think he's in shock?"

Wade reached down and squeezed the man's thumb, seeing the color beneath the nail return almost immediately. He shook his head and answered, "No, just a bit delirious." Glancing up at the other man, he said, "Keep an eye on your friend."

Mara stood up when Wade did and followed him off to the side a bit. Wade leaned in and said, "I'm going to see if I can find a couple of poles. We're going to have to improvise a stretcher and carry him back to camp. Can you dig my jeans and my jacket out of the pack?"

"Sure."

Wade looked over at the two men and muttered, "Numbskulls," before heading off into the trees, scanning the ground beneath the canopy for suitable deadfall.

Mara squatted next to the pack and opened it, locating two pairs of tightly rolled jeans and a jacket near the bottom. Seeing a first-aid kit, she retrieved it as well. While she was sitting down everything next to the pack, she saw the two men out of the corner of her eye.

They were staring at her ass.

"Mara!"

Mara looked up in surprise at the sound of her mother's voice to see the older woman wave and move at a quickened pace down the conifer covered hillock. Seeing the question in her daughter's eyes, Kia explained, "I'm the closest thing we have to a doctor. Now I really wish Dara was here."

Nodding her head in agreement, as her mother's veterinarian experience combined with training in first aid was better than nothing, Mara said, "I don't know if it's broken, but it's really badly sprained if it isn't."

"Where's Wade?" His father asked.

"Off looking for poles to make a stretcher."

Paul nodded approvingly and then started toward the two blond men with Kia following close behind. 

Wade returned a couple of minutes later with two stout limbs to make the stretcher. Paul handed Kia a pain killer from his first-aid kit before going to assist his son. Kia got to work on splinting Terry's ankle. Mara helped where she could as the other three went about their tasks with methodical speed. The hike back through the woods would not be easy while carrying the stretcher, and none wanted to attempt it in failing light.

The young man cried out once as he was lifted on the makeshift stretcher. Wade had purposely made one of the rear poles long enough for both Mara and her mother to hold, letting them share their part of the burden. On Paul's signal, they stepped forward on the same foot, at the same time.

The walk was grueling in the humid summer heat. Mara was dripping with sweat by the time they crested the spruce-dotted rise, her t-shirt clinging to her skin before they were a quarter of the way back to the camp. The terrain was uneven, and the obstacles were often hidden beneath concealing leaves and pine needles. Skirting the trees, bushes, and undergrowth was even more difficult, making the journey longer than the trip in.

Despite the difficulty, Wade and his father made sure to pull down all the trail-marking ribbon along the way.

By the time they reached the camp, Mara was weary to the bone. The men helped Terry into the tent where he could lie on his sleeping bag while Mara and her mother collapsed into a shady spot to quench their thirst and rest.

Wade and his father emerged from the tent and exchanged a few words. Paul went to the canoes, while Wade walked to where the women rested.

"We're going to have to pitch camp here for the night. We've got two tents, but they'll be a bit crowded with two each in them."

"Won't Dad be worried?" Mara queried.

Her mother shook her head. "He knew we probably wouldn't be able to make it back before dark. They'll head this way in the morning."

Wade said, "Take it easy while we get set up. If you don't mind cooking, we'll fall in a heap while you're doing that."

Kia nodded, and Wade went to join his father.

Mara looked over when she felt her mother's hand patting her knee.

"I'm proud of you."

Her cheeks warming, Mara asked, "For what?"

"For not dropping that pole because those two were staring at your boobs the whole way back here."

They both broke out into stifled laughter.

****

The air was cool and everything moist with dew when Mara crawled out of the tent the next morning. The resinous smell of pine hung thick about the campsite, mingling with the smoke of the fire. Her mother sat with Wade and his father, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that were decidedly too big for her. Her hair was damp and her clothes hung down by the canoes, drying in the sun.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Kia greeted her daughter. "Come have some breakfast."

Mara felt absolutely ravenous, likely because of how much energy she'd expended the previous day, and cleaned her plate in short order. All the while, she shrugged her shoulders and plucked at her stiff shirt, decorated with half circles of dried salt from the sweaty hike through the woods. She'd barely put down her plate before her mother picked up a bundle of clothing and a towel.

"Let's go get you cleaned up."

Mara cast a furtive glance toward the other tent in the camp, though both of the young men were inside at the moment.

His eyes a little hard as he nodded toward the other side of the camp, Wade offered, "I'll make sure they keep their butts here and their eyes in their head."

Kia stood up and held out a hand to help her daughter rise. "Let's go."

The trail from the camp to the waterfall was clearly marked from travel, but new shoots still poked up from between the leaves. The limits on daily visitors preserved even this popular spot from suffering too much from the intrusion of man in the wilderness. The falls wasn't large, only a couple of tumbles from about twenty feet up, but the water cascaded in disperse sheets, catching the sun to form rainbow patterns.

More important for the moment, the vegetation hid the small clearing and frothing pool from view until one walked right up on it. Mara peeled off her shirt even as she walked — the water calling to her.

Her mother took the shirt from her and said, "I'll rinse these out while you wash up."

The water was cold, even in the warming air. Ignoring the shock, Mara moved toward a large rock that broke the surface of the pool directly below the falls. After a few moments of shivering, she let out a sigh and ran her hands over her body, washing away the sweat and dirt of the previous day.

"You seem a little more like yourself today," Kia remarked as she knelt next to the pool, dunking Mara's bikini bottom in the water. When her daughter frowned a little, she quickly said, "Sorry."

Smoothing water through her hair, Mara said, "It's okay. It's hard to wallow in pity around that goof Wade." She rolled her eyes and smiled.

Kia looked up to see her daughter leaned back, the falling water arching out from her firm breasts — her expression one of content bliss.

"I know it's hard, but you'd better hurry before someone decides to hike up here from the other campsite."

Mara gave a sad nod and concentrated more on getting clean than luxuriating in the invigorating spray.

Her father and brother arrived an hour or so later, leading Ryan's uncle and Terry's father — neither of whom looked at all comfortable in their canoe — to the campsite. Mara was relieved to discover that her father had brought along a change of clothing, as the borrowed t-shirt felt as big as a tent, and her own clothes were still wet.

The men broke camp while Mara and her mother made lunch. Paul sat off to the side, a whittling knife in hand. By the time everyone was ready to set out, he'd finished carving a stout crutch to help Terry get around.

The paddle back toward 'home' was a bit slow at first. The two rescued men's relatives were still unsteady, and Terry had difficulty finding a position in which he could sit that didn't send shooting pains up his leg.

It didn't stop him from ogling Mara and her mother any time he thought nobody was watching, though.

A low growl from behind her prompted Mara to glance back shortly after one of those callous stares. She saw Wade staring daggers at Terry, his eyes narrow and his lip twitching.

Doing her best to ignore the emotions his protectiveness caused, Mara mischievously gave a flip of her paddle when completing the next stroke, splashing him. His expression changed to one of amused irritation, but Mara swore she saw his cheeks redden — just for an instant.

"Forget it. They're just jerks," she quietly urged. The hint of a grin touched her face as she asked, "Are you a knight instead of a pirate now?"

Though he laughed, the sound was a bit forced. "Okay."

Wade's curbed enthusiasm made the whole journey a great deal less enjoyable for Mara. Once back in the section of the lake where her family and Wade's made camp, the group drifted to a stop.

The young men expressed gratitude for the rescue, and Mara thought that they looked a little humbled by the experience. Their older relatives, who had found some confidence near the end of the paddle and had begun talking about returning under happier circumstances, were profuse with their thanks as well.

Wade's expression relaxed almost immediately after the other two canoes left, but Mara didn't have a chance to benefit from his improving humor for long. The rest of her extended family wanted to hear about the part of the search and rescue they'd missed, while Wade and his father still had to attend to setting their camp.

Mara watched them cross the lake with a little sigh, content at least in the knowledge that she would see them both again soon.

****

With five years of exploration that she'd missed under his belt, Wade had all sorts of wonders to share. Though she spent her mornings and evenings with the family, Mara passed the days paddling to little-known corners of the local wilderness with Wade.

The easy friendship they'd shared as youngsters returned, coupled now with the freedom that arose from parental trust in them to roam — within reason. They were wise enough to stay within radio range of at least one person, and keep in contact. Though Mara endured a long cautionary lecture from her parents that first afternoon, after proving her good senses and returning unscathed, her mother had let her go with no more than a wave and a smile the second. That smile spoke volumes, and Mara knew that her improved mood played no small part in the loosening of the apron strings.

Improved was actually an understatement. Sitting atop a hill with a magnificent view on the third afternoon, it dawned on Mara that she hadn't thought about her breakup since the day before. Wade's return to jovial silliness was simply infectious and irresistible.

Mara glanced over her shoulder, wondering where he'd gotten to. The view was the bait he'd used to lure her up here — and it was well worth the easy climb — but he'd hiked off wearing a devious smile shortly after arriving at the top. A frothy stream rushing down the hillside only a few feet away made it difficult, but she could just hear him rustling through the woods somewhere nearby.

When he returned, Wade still wore that sneaky smile, and had turned the tail of his shirt into a basket. However, the makeshift pouch wasn't the thing that first caught Mara's eye, but rather the rock hard abdominal muscles below.

She chased that thought out of her head as quickly as possible, and managed to avoid blushing this time. Dealing with the reality that he was a man now, and not just Wade was hard enough, but any time that truth asserted itself, it reminded her of just how alone she felt.

"Blueberries?" He asked as he sat down and revealed the fruit.

The moan of anticipatory delight was unavoidable as Mara picked one of the big round berries and popped it in her mouth.

"They were growing up here last year, so I figured they would be here."

Mara ate another. "Aren't you going to have some?"

"I already had one or two. You can have your pick, then I'll help you finish them off."

Looking out over the lake, a stiff breeze sending her hair fluttering out behind her like a golden banner, Mara sighed and said, "Only one week left. That's the only bad thing about coming up here. We never get to stay long enough."

"At least you've got another week. Everybody else has to paddle out tomorrow."

Mara nodded, knowing that she was going to miss her extended family when they set out for civilization. She was lucky that her parents could carve out much longer vacations. "They live up here, though. They can come out on weekends."

"Ah, you get a little jaded if you're out here all the time like me and Dad. We'll give them a good send off."

Mara was looking forward to this evening, fondly remembering her father strumming his guitar while Wade's father plucked a banjo or played harmonica. The evening get-together was a tradition that always happened whenever her family and Wade's shared the lake at the same time.

The blueberries didn't last long between the two of them, and as Mara took the last one, her mother's voice came over the radio. "I'm getting ready to make lunch, Mara."

Wade grabbed the radio off his belt and handed it to her so she could answer, "Okay, we're heading back."

As she stood up, Mara handed the radio back to Wade, and then took a step toward the animal trail leading back down to the water. The spot where she put her foot down looked solid enough, but the forest detritus gave way, slipping downhill.

Crying out, Mara threw her hands wide for balance, but she could feel gravity winning the battle. Just as she was sure that she would tumble down the hillside, bouncing off rocks and trees all the way, Wade's hand grabbed hers with a resounding clap. He reeled her in, sliding his other arm behind her shoulders to help her find her footing.

"You okay?"

Her heart pounding, Mara nodded and let out a long breath of relief. When she looked up into his eyes, her fluttering heart skipped a beat. The deep, liquid blue pools drew her in. It was several seconds later before she realized that he was still holding her, his hand clasped tightly with hers.

Wade let go a little quickly, and nodded toward the trail. "Uh, let's go then."

Following along behind, Mara curled her fingers to stroke them over her palm. She could still feel Wade's hand, the firm, protective grip softening to something far different as she'd regained her balance.

Wade stepped onto the trail and looked back over his shoulder. "If you're going to test to make sure the law of gravity is still in effect again, try not to take me out on the way down."

He just managed to dodge the clump of leaves she kicked at him.

****

Sitting around the fire at Wade's camp that evening, Mara glanced at her furiously blushing father and stifled a laugh. Her great uncle continued the story, much to her father's chagrin.

"Now, I didn't see Steve's gallantry, so I had no idea what was going on when I paddled up. There he was, standing on the bank holding his paddle planted in the ground like a knight with a lance, lookin' for all the world like he'd thrash anybody who dared set foot on land.

"I asked him what he was on about, and he puffs up his chest and says that he's standing guard. His voice only cracked a little."

A few chuckles popped up here and there around the fire. Mara took another drink from her cup, once again feeling the warm rush as the homemade wine settled in her stomach. Though Paul always kept a couple of gallon jugs weighed down in the deep, cold waters of the lake, tonight was the first time she'd been allowed to partake. Despite having only sipped a half a cup so far, she already felt light-headed, and more than a little giddy.

"Well," her great uncle continued, "I was about to ask what he was standing guard for when they came walking down the trail from answering nature's call. I tell you, those girls could have come right out of the pages of a magazine. Prettiest things you ever did see, and wearing bikinis so small you could have stuffed them both in a cup. Them girls told Steve here thank you, and then they both gave him a kiss. He just stood there with his mouth open, as bright red as a stop sign, and grinnin' from ear to ear while he watched them go back out on the lake — until I asked him if he was tryin' to catch flies."




Kindred of the Wood



Mara's mother couldn't hold back any longer and snorted as the laughter bubbled up from her. It spread like wildfire through everyone around the fire while Steve looked down, covering his eyes and shaking his head.

The laughter settled a little and Mara's father said, "Thanks so much for telling that story, Uncle Carl. Really — thanks."

Mara and her mother looked at each other, and then simultaneously broke out into laughter again, setting off another round that lasted until her father picked up his guitar and started to play.

Listening to her father strum, accompanied after a bar or so by Wade's father plucking the banjo, Mara looked around at everyone and sighed, already missing her great aunts and uncles and second cousins. Wade, she thought, looked a little distant, his eyes focused on the fire and his expression unreadable. She finished her cup of wine and looked up at the darkening sky. Soon enough, they'd have to start back to their own camps.

She sighed again, and her mother patted her leg, whispering, "I know."

A few minutes later, as she debated whether enough time had passed for her to safely ask for another cup of wine, Mara noticed that Wade was missing from his camp chair. As if reading her mind, her mother said, "He went down by the lake. Why don't you go see if you can figure out what's bothering him?"

"Okay," Mara responded, and handed over her cup. An odd sensation of floating struck her as she stood.

Her mother giggled and shook the cup. "It packs a punch. Walk a little; go see if Wade's okay. You can have some more later if you want it. Just don't get any ideas that it means you're all grown up. You're still my little girl until I say otherwise."

"Okay, Mom." Mara rolled her eyes and turned toward the beach. The floating sensation remained, but not quite so pronounced as it was when she'd first stood up. The walk down to the water felt almost dreamlike, but hardly unpleasant.

As soon as she stepped off the tree-lined path onto the open beach, the most profound and vivid sense of deja vu that Mara had ever experienced washed over her.

It had been a night exactly like this one, the clouds a rosy hue, reflecting the last sliver of the sinking sun. The quiet sound of music drifted down from the camp above, along with the occasional voice or laugh. A cooling breeze stirred her hair as she looked at Wade sitting on the beach; his shoulders slumped as he tossed pebbles toward the water with negligent flips of his wrist.

Five years ago, she'd stepped on this very spot, for the very same reason. Then, she'd immediately skipped to his side and unceremoniously plopped down next to him. He hadn't wanted to talk, but a little cajoling at least got him to smile.

She couldn't remember what had prompted it or who had initiated it, and quite purposely hadn't thought about it in years, but she could certainly remember the kiss now. It had been nothing more than a shy peck — a moment quickly interrupted by Wade's sister walking up to them making gagging noises with every step.

Her first kiss.

Other more recent memories mingled with that long-ago day — the feeling of his hand in hers, his deep blue eyes...

"Oh. Hey."

Mara snapped back into reality at the sound of his voice. Her face burned as she tried to master the confusing emotions surging through her. Thankful for the fading, crimson glow of the sunset that masked her blush, she walked to his side. "You okay?"

He'd turned back toward the water as she approached, once again flipping pebbles into the waves lapping against the shore. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Trying to cover her own tumultuous feelings, Mara flippantly asked, "Didn't we go through this five years ago? Don't make me tickle you again."

His wince stabbed her like a knife. Unable to keep the hurt out of her voice, she said, "Sorry, I'll leave you alone."

He turned before she could leave and said, "Wait. I'm sorry. I just..." He let out a great sigh.

Mara sat down next to him. "What's wrong?"

Wade stared off into the distance where the glow of a lantern against the dark silhouette of the trees across the lake marked the way back to Mara's camp. "I don't want to bother anybody."

"With what?"

He shrugged. "My girlfriend broke up with me about a week before we came up here."

"Join the club." When he looked over with obvious questions in his eyes, Mara summoned up her courage, knowing that the only way to get him to talk would be for her to open up first. "He believed a bunch of stupid rumors and thought I was cheating on him. How about you?"

"I was talking about coming out here, trying to hint that I wanted her to come with me, and she just blew up. She kept going on and on about that stupid lake and how I cared more about it than her. When I told her that I wanted her to come with me, she got even madder, screaming at me about being dirty in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do, and..."

When he trailed off into a sigh, Mara said, "She just doesn't get it. If she couldn't understand why you come out here, then she didn't even try to know you. You're better off without her."

Wade let out a curious half-chuckle, half-grunting sort of sound. "Maybe. We always ended up fighting whenever Dad and I came out here."

Mara's cheeks warmed a little when she realized both how much she'd sounded like her mother trying to console her, and just how similar her situation was to Wade's. Some small, peevish part of her piped up that she had it far harder, because she had to hide the family secret, which made her blush all the more from the selfishness of the thought.

For a few minutes, they sat in silence, and Mara started to feel the depression creeping up on her again. Needing a change in subject as much as she suspected that he did, she asked, "I've always wondered why you and your dad don't fish?"

"We don't eat 'em. Not much sense in trying to catch something you aren't going to eat."

"Well, you picked the right lake for it. The fish here must be smarter than the rest or something. They're always getting off the hook before you can reel them in."

Wade chuckled, the sound having some genuine mirth. "Yeah, they're a wily bunch. That's why we always tell people that they're better off fishing across one of the portages."

"You two okay?"

Mara turned to see her mother standing at the head of the beach. "Yeah, Mom. Just trying to out-wallow each other in pity."

Kia smiled and nodded back toward the camp. "Everybody's starting to ask about you."

"We'll come back up in a minute or two."

"Better hurry, the jug is almost empty."

Sharing a worried glance, Mara and Wade both stood up at the same time to make sure that they got a final cup before the wine was gone.

****

Mara fidgeted one last time and peeled back the corner of the sleeping bag draped over her hips. She felt restless, and more than a little irritated by that, as everything she'd ever heard said that drinking alcohol was supposed to have the opposite effect. Her parents were certainly sleeping soundly, cuddled up together in a way that was more than a little creepy for her to think about.

Careful not to wake them or her snoring brother, she slipped out of the tent and walked down to the lake. The moon was up, full and bright, providing more than enough illumination for her to find her way without a flashlight.

The surface of the lake danced with silver flashes, reflecting the light of the moon above. Even though she lived in the country, sheltered by the trees and miles from the bustle of any city or town, there were still sounds that intruded upon nature there. Here, there was nothing to despoil the purity of the wilderness night song.

The feeling of restless energy subsided as she stood looking out over the lake with the sound of lapping waves and chirping crickets for company. Sitting down, she decided to enjoy the night until she felt tired enough to sleep.

She thought that the giggle was her imagination at first. When she didn't hear anything for a minute or two, she passed it off as an effect of the wine and sleepiness, returning to her silent reverie.

Then she heard it again — louder, and more distinct. This time, she turned toward the sound and saw an enormous fish tail break the surface. Her eyes widened and she gasped as it flipped water into the air before slapping against the surface and vanishing once more. The thought of swimming in the lake with such a monster fish started the theme from Jaws playing in her head, and caused her to unconsciously scoot back a few inches.

Alert once more, her eyes scanned the undulating water for any sign of the fish or the ghostly giggling. The initial spike of fear faded away, replaced instead by nagging curiosity. That didn't change when something different popped up amongst the waves out in the lake, a flash of silver that seemed more radiant than reflective. When it vanished, the great tail once again appeared for a moment.

On a whim, Mara quietly called out, "Hello?" No answer greeted her, so she tried again.

This time, a feminine voice responded, "Hello," and then giggled.

Mara turned toward the voice and beheld the source. The woman floated on the surface, her silvery hair sparkling in the moonlight and framing a beautiful, smiling face. Her skin was a pale blue, blending in with the water lapping about her breasts.

"Who are you?" Mara asked, all bemused by the unexpected encounter.

"La'isa," the woman answered, emphasizing the syllables in a musical voice. She swam closer, revealing the fish tail propelling her through the water. "Why do they call you such a strange thing?" she asked when she was closer. Her lips and nipples were pinkish-purple in color, both contrasting and somehow blending in with her blue skin.

Mara knew that the woman was a nymph. She felt the same mixture of innocence, simple wisdom, and capriciousness that made up her great-grandmother's presence. "What do you mean?"

"It is not your name."

Realization dawned on Mara, and she answered, "My real name is Xanmara. They call me Mara when we're around other people."

"Oh," La'isa responded, and then giggled again. She swam up to the shore and lifted herself out of the water. One moment, she had a mermaid tail, and the next, she had normal human legs as she sat down next to Mara. "You are very pretty."

Now it was Mara's turn to giggle. The nymph was so much like her great-grandmother Xantina, who always made her smile. "Thank you. So are you."

"Come swim with me."

Mara started to protest, but then looked out at the lake. It looked so peaceful and inviting — calling out to her on levels that no normal person could have perceived. She nodded, and scooted down toward the water.

La'isa scrunched up her nose and plucked at Mara's t-shirt. "You will get them wet. Take them away."

Though the wilderness was remote and the hour late, that notion was a bit too much for even Mara to consider. If nothing else, Wade was camped just across the lake, and the thought of him wandering down to the lakeshore to see her swimming around nude overwhelmed her natural instinct to obey joyously with the request. "It'll be okay."

The nymph rolled her eyes at Mara — an expression all too common on her great-grandmother's face when the same subject arose — but slipped into the water without further protest. As quickly as it had vanished, La'isa's mermaid tail appeared once again as soon as the nymph had fully submerged her legs.

Mara, raised around her great-grandmother's pool, had learned to swim before she learned to talk, but her form paled next to the nymph, who seemed even more at one with the aquatic environment than even the water-loving Xantina. There was little doubt in Mara's mind that La'isa could have easily vanished in a surge of graceful speed, but she floated along leisurely at Mara's side.

Recognizing that they were headed toward the other side of the lake — although thankfully angling away from the beach that marked Wade's camp — Mara asked, "Where are we going?"

"My place. Come see." With that, the nymph did put on a burst of speed, edging ahead and spinning in the water with a laugh of purest joy.

Mara knew that something was odd as soon as she saw the finger of the lake curling inland. After spending so many years here with her family, she knew that she should have recognized the spot so close to their campsite and Wade's, but she didn't. Slowing to tread water, she muttered, "How..?"

"It hides. It is my place," the nymph answered, wearing a wide smile.

Mara nodded and started swimming again, remembering that her great-grandmother's wood had the same sort of magical ability to turn away people who weren't invited.

As soon as she passed into the curving inlet, Mara saw the fish. Everywhere she looked, pikes and bass breached the surface — some larger than any she'd ever seen before. Even more swam toward them, looming beneath the glittering surface of the water to brush against her legs. La'isa reached out to stroke the scaly side of an impressive pike, greeting it in some unpronounceable language.

Mara suddenly felt great pangs of guilt. "They're your friends. I'm so sorry. We didn't know," she apologized, thinking of how many fish had come from the lake to end up in frying pans within her family's camp.

"It is the way of things. I let them off the pointy things many times, but they know they are only safe here."

That explained the poor fishing on the lake beyond any shadow of a doubt.

Floating amongst the fish darting below, Mara drank in the sights of La'isa's home. The water seemed bluer and the flora along the banks greener even in the color-diluting light of the moon. "It's beautiful."

That prompted yet another giggle. "Thank you. Come."

Mara's eyebrows popped up when she detected just a hint of devious frivolity that she knew all too well. Her great-grandmother had that look and tone just before starting a splash war, or pulling someone into her spring-fed pool. Despite knowing that she was in for a surprise, Mara swam along with the nymph, feeling her smile widen with every kick of her legs.

The curving inlet appeared to open up into a vast, circular pool ahead. La'isa swam closer to shore, and then slipped up onto the bank, legs replacing her tail in the blink of an eye. She waved Mara toward her, pressing a finger against her lips. Obeying the request for silence, Mara climbed out of the water and followed the nymph through the trees.

Because she was concentrating on her footing in the dim light to avoid stepping on anything pointy, Mara almost bumped into the nymph when La'isa stopped and knelt down behind a bush. Mara did the same, and then her mouth dropped wide open when she saw what the nymph was looking at.

Wade was standing in the water with his back turned toward them, the waves lapping against his knees, only thirty or forty feet away — and he was stark naked.

"Isn't he pretty?" La'isa whispered directly into Mara's ear.

Unable to summon up the presence of mind to answer, Mara could only gape at Wade's muscular body as he rubbed his temples and continued toward the opposite bank. His butt muscles bunched with his steps, absolutely hypnotizing Mara with the way they moved. When he spun around and hopped up to sit down on the bank, Mara's legs squeezed together of their own volition, responding to the sharp tingle of wetness that hit her when she saw his cock lying in stunning splendor across his thigh.

Lifting her eyes from the sight, Mara's gaze homed in on his face. His expression was sad and lonely — heart-wrenching. Her eyes misting up, Mara remembered feeling that way when she and her family had to leave after sharing that kiss on the beach with him. She'd cried for hours when she found out that they couldn't return the following year. It wasn't much easier the year after, and it was only that summer when she'd finally started dating, telling herself over and over again that her feelings for Wade were just a crush.

Somewhere deep inside, she'd never believed it.

The nymph whispered into her ear again, "Well?"

Mara snapped back into reality and shrank away from the bush. She continued to back away in a crouch, trembling slightly as a chaotic swirl of emotions overwhelmed her. Unable to think straight, she only knew that she had to get away before he saw her — saw the truth in her eyes that she was fighting so hard to deny.

Feeling that she was far enough away, Mara stood and headed back to where she'd climbed out of the water. La'isa followed, her footfalls utterly silent, and asked, "What's wrong."

Mara sat down on the bank, wincing at even the minuscule sound of her feet slipping into the water. "I... I have to go. I'm sorry," she whispered, unsure if the nymph could even hear the tiny sound.

The swim back to camp felt as if it took an eternity. She prayed to anyone who would listen that Wade wouldn't see her — wouldn't know she had been there. Moving as swiftly and silently as she could manage, she reached the opposite shore and abandoned any semblance of stealth to scurry up into the concealing greenery.

A minute or two later, Mara slipped into her sleeping bag and curled up until she could pull it over her head. Physically and emotionally exhausted, she drifted off into a fitful sleep shortly thereafter.

****

Mara put on a brave face the next morning through breakfast and seeing her extended family off, but she knew that it wasn't completely convincing from the looks of concern that her mother often cast her way.

As soon as the canoes were out of earshot, Mara went straight up the trail to the sunlit hilltop. To her relief, her mother didn't follow.

The tumult in Mara's heart hadn't calmed in the slightest since the night before. There was no more denying that she felt something far more than friendship for Wade. She'd known it five years ago when she kissed him — if in a naive, girlish sort of way — and she knew it now with acute clarity.

It was too much to bear.

It was too soon after having her life pulled out from under her to deal with even the thought of a relationship burdened by the necessity of the family secret. The man whom she'd spent the last two years with — and given her virginity to — had left her with hate and anger burning in his eyes equal to the love and desire that once smoldered there.

She felt betrayed by her heart for opening up to someone now, when she was so vulnerable and lost. On top of that, Wade was beyond geographically undesirable. How could she have fallen in love with someone who lived so far away? Hadn't she learned her lesson last time about how much it hurt?

Fallen in love. The words burned in her brain like an accusation. The attraction was more — far more — than physical, but it was seeing him nude, so magnificent and perfect, that had torn down the protective walls she'd built around her heart. Even now, she had butterflies in her stomach and felt her body responding to the memory before she could push it away.

"Mara — honey, Wade's here."

Startled by her mother's voice breaking through the storm of emotions tossing her mercilessly to and fro, Mara panicked. "Tell him I'm sick," she blurted out.

"Honey, what..."

"Please, Mom," Mara pleaded, two great tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Okay. Your father and I were going to go out on the lake today, but if you need me to stay..."

Mara shook her head vigorously. "No. Just go."

"Glen's off with some boys he met the day before yesterday, and I doubt he'll be back before nightfall. We'll have the radio. Just call if you need us. I love you."





Kindred of the Wood



"I love you," Mara responded, feeling the sting of spurning her mother's desire to help, and Wade's friendship in the space of so few words.

It was the latter that eventually wormed its way into her consciousness, making her feel ashamed. Her half-formed plan of avoiding him for the remainder of the trip so she didn't have to confront her feelings was inexcusably unfair to Wade. He hadn't done anything wrong, and certainly didn't deserve being left to wonder why she didn't want to see him.

No matter how terrifying the prospect was, she had to talk to him. There was no way that she could live with herself if she hurt him out of her own selfish needs. Somehow, she had to make him understand what she was doing without telling him the real reason for it.

More secrets.

Her stomach went sour as she looked at the trail her mother had walked down earlier. It was such a simple thing — a single step forward — yet she didn't move. Steeling her will, she drew upon wells of courage and determination hidden deep inside her until this very moment.

Her lower lip quivering, Mara took that heart-wrenching step.

****

"As if this isn't hard enough," Mara muttered in a weepy voice as she returned to the beach below Wade's camp. His canoe was tied up on the bank, but he was nowhere to be found. Assuming that he'd gone somewhere with his father, she climbed back in her canoe, wondering if she could find the strength to go through with this again.

Pushing off with her paddle, Mara drifted back out into the lake. Her eyes were drawn first toward the beach behind her, and then off to the side. The magic that had always concealed the inlet from her was gone now, at least when she directly looked at it. Whenever it was in her peripheral vision or she simply glanced over the area, it looked as though the shoreline was solid across the mouth of the finger of water.

There was someone else she owed an apology, and she could at least explain to La'isa why she had left so abruptly.

Careful to keep her eyes and ears alert, Mara paddled along the shore toward the inlet. After pausing to make absolutely certain that nobody was watching her or approaching, she turned the canoe and paddled in.

The fish were jumping immediately beyond the invisible magical border, and Mara had trouble believing just how many she saw darting or lazily drifting along beneath her in the water. Unsure about how well the magic masked sound, and certainly not wanting to reveal the nymph's secret place, Mara whispered near the surface of the water, "La'isa, it's Xanmara."

When there was no response, she paddled a little deeper into the inlet and tried again. After two more attempts, she was beginning to believe that she'd so offended the nymph that La'isa wouldn't come out for her.

Coming up toward the circular terminus of the inlet, Mara decided to try one last time and then turn around. She certainly wasn't ready to see the spot where Wade had stood bathed in the silvery light of the moon the night before. Just before she could whisper the nymph's name again, she heard a splash behind her — far larger than what she would expect from even the wily old fish that dwelled here. 

Turning around, she saw La'isa's tail vanish beneath the water. It was something, at least. Mara pulled in her paddle and waited a minute to see if the nymph would come to the surface. Her canoe continued to drift unnoticed from the momentum of her last paddle stroke.

"M-mara?"

Mara spun toward the voice so quickly in alarm that her hair whipped in front of her face to obscure her vision for a moment. When the golden curtain dropped away, she saw Wade sitting on the bank in almost the same place he was the night before — thankfully clothed this time.

You've got to do this, she thought, fighting against both the pattering of her heart upon seeing him and the tears trying to well up in her eyes. She put her paddle in the water and concentrated on the motion of propelling the canoe toward him.

He extended his hand to help her out of the canoe when she turned to bump up against the shoreline. "Thought you were sick. What are you doing here?"

Mara thought that he sounded a little nervous, which only made this all the more important and necessary. He had obviously seen through her pitiful subterfuge and was beating himself up over imagined wrongs. She took his hand with a mixture of longing and pain, stepping out of the bobbing boat onto the soft bed of loam.

"I need to talk to you," Mara began, the words strangely freeing as they passed her lips.

Wade interrupted her before she could continue. "Mara, I'm sorry. I tried to... I didn't mean to weird you out."

Confused, Mara blinked and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I need to say this now, or I'm going to chicken out."

A flash of movement in Mara's peripheral vision — La'isa's tail breaking the surface — caused her stomach to clench up. Please, please, please — not now! The last thing she needed was the nymph making this even harder. Wade glanced out over the water for a second, and she held her breath, waiting for the panic to cross his face, revealing that he'd seen the nymph.

He turned back to her. "Mara, I know I've been weird. The thing is..." His eyes darted out to the water for another fraction of a second. "I'm in love with you."

Mara's heart sang and broke simultaneously. "Oh god, Wade."

"I know. I'm sorry. It's stupid. Don't worry; I'm not going to hang all over you or anything. I'll leave you alone."

All of the good reasons she had not to go down this path fell away. That final word — alone — was the straw that broke the camel's back. She didn't want to be alone any more. Damn the odds and damn the consequences, she threw her arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder, "I love you too."

Hesitantly, Wade lifted his arms. They were stiff at first as he embraced her, and then softened as he let out a great sigh. "You... I... Really?"

"Yes, I love you. I didn't want to, but I can't help it."

Wade cleared his throat as a splash sounded nearby. "Uh, there's something else I need to tell you."

"Please. Not now. Just hold me," Mara begged in a rush, knowing that she couldn't handle another shock right now.

"I have to. I can't go through this again." Cradling her cheek in his hand, he lifted her face to look into his eyes. "I want you to meet my mom."

Mara's bewilderment lasted for all of a heartbeat, just long enough for Wade to glance down, and a musical giggle to arise from the lapping waves at their feet.

"See. I told you that you were being silly, Wade," La'isa chided as she stared up at the couple with a beatific smile.

Mara couldn't help it. With tears still streaming down her face, she broke out into gales of laughter. Seeing the stung expression on Wade's face, she erased it by the simple expedient of putting her hand on the back of his head, tilting it down, and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him soundly.

"You're not freaking out?" He asked in wonder as their lips parted.

"Tell him, Xanmara," the nymph encouraged.

"Xanmara? Like La'Dara?" Wade muttered, understanding dawning in his eyes.

Mara nodded. "My great-grandmother is a dryad."

A flip of La'isa's tail soaked them both, leaving them dripping. "Now that you are done being silly, take away those things you cover yourself with."

Wade's face turned bright red. "Uhm, Mom sort of..."

Mara blushed as well as she wiped her eyes, but mingled with that embarrassment was a great swell of desire. "Gramma is the same way."

Obviously nervous, Wade grabbed the tail of his t-shirt and tugged it upward while turning to avert his eyes. Mara watched the wet, clinging cloth slide upward to reveal his muscled torso before she reached for the tail of her own shirt.

Not realizing that Mara was admiring him with undisguised desire, it was all Wade could do to keep staring out over the lake when her t-shirt landed atop his. He dropped his shorts and made a little show of struggling to kick them off past his shoes. He then sat down to untie his laces, further delaying the moment when he would have to drop his briefs.

Mara's bra landed atop the growing pile of clothing with a little whump. His modesty and attempt to protect hers brought a bemused smile of arousal to her lips as she kicked off her shoes. Her shorts joined the pile, her heart beating rapidly as he lifted his butt off the ground and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the briefs covering him.

Mara shuddered as his gorgeous cock flopped free. Like all men of nymph blood, only the lightest and sparsest of hair grew on his body. Never taking her eyes off him, Mara slid her panties down her legs, revealing the final evidence of her nymph heritage, a body that would never sprout a single follicle anywhere except the golden tresses atop her head.

Here at last was someone she could share all her secrets with. Never again would she have to hide her heritage while opening her heart. Wade knew her. He understood her — better than any other man ever could.

And he loved her. It had been written on his face and in his deep blue eyes for so long, and Mara lamented the time she'd wasted in not recognizing it.

"There," La'isa declared, and then wiggled her fingers in a wave before spinning in the water.

"I thought you wanted to talk?" Wade asked.

The nymph giggled. "Later. You want to do the nice things, and the coverings would be in the way." With that, she vanished beneath the water, her tail waving above the surface before it followed her.

"Mom, wait," Wade helplessly pleaded to the ripples on the pond. He coughed and shifted nervously. "She can be kind of..."

Mara stepped in front of him, her cheeks rosy as his widening eyes met hers. Running her hands down her body, she silently confirmed the nymph's parting statement before kneeling and leaning over him.

The kiss they shared nearly took Mara's breath away. Tenderness and desire mingled in equal parts as his hand caressed her cheek and an arm enfolded her. Mara let her body sink down atop him, her stiff nipples pressing against his broad chest and his manhood swelling beneath her leg. Her fingers explored the contours of his muscles, setting off tingles that spread from her head to her toes.

"I love you," he declared in a rushed whisper when their lips parted for the briefest of moments.

"Oh, I love you," she agreed, her voice thick with passion. "I want you."

Wade pulled her down to him again, his lips finding her neck. Mara whimpered with every feather-light kiss, her hips swiveling to press her folds against him for a measure of much needed relief.

Soon, that wasn't enough.

Mara put her hands beneath her, scooting backward at the same time, her nipples brushing his chest. She planted her knees in the warm loam and rose above them, his erection bumping against her bottom. Curling her fingers around his manhood, she pressed the tip against her folds.

A long moan escaped Mara and she threw her head back in rapture from the feeling of his thick cock filling her. Wade groaned beneath her and whispered, "You're so beautiful," when she let her head fall forward again, golden tresses framing her face and rustling in the breeze.

A silly grin spread across Mara's face and she agreed, "So are you." She rocked her hips almost imperceptibly, stirring his cock inside her. They fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle — made for each other in every way.

She could feel every vein and contour of him enfolded in her satiny embrace, her intimate muscles contracting in time with the throbbing of his manhood. He groaned, his hands gliding over her hips and fingertips tantalizing her bottom in a soft caress.

"Oh yes," Mara cooed, her hips rocking just a little faster and one hand moving to cup her right breast. She teased the dark pink point of one nipple, and then the other, reveling in a sense of fullness unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

Mara's eyes widened and she let out a restrained yelp of surprise when Wade's hips lifted toward her. He matched her rhythm, his motion joining her undulating hips to swell the warmth slowly building in her loins.

Oddly, though she knew that it drew closer with every moment, she felt none of the urgency of impending climax, and no need to rush to fulfillment. Wade was smiling, his face filled with the same joy and closeness she felt. Joined in harmonious motion, they reveled in each other's pleasure.

It came upon her not in a rush, but rather as a gentle wave of bliss that traveled through every inch of her. Only a long, high-pitched moan escaped her as she came, her hips still stroking him inside her at the same measured pace. Every movement sent another ripple of sweet release through her, drawing out her climax for long, wonderful moments.

Mara's hands slid up his sweat-dampened chest as she reclined over him with a content sigh. She rested her head on his shoulder, tingling all over and shivering.

"Did you..?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes," Mara whimpered. "Mmm — thank you."

Wade kissed her hair, wrapping his arms around her. Though he still throbbed inside her, he made no effort to seek his own release. Mara quite nearly dozed off in the comfort of his arms and the afterglow of the beautiful orgasm he'd given her. Only the sun warming her back and bottom eventually forced her to rouse. She made a sad little sound as his half-hard cock slipped free.

Twigs and leaf stems aplenty lie beneath her back, but she didn't feel a one as he rolled over to kiss her. His lips were so soft against hers, the lightest of pecks delivered over and over again. Her entire world was his kisses, the lapping of the water, and the wind rustling through the trees.

When he paused for a moment to smile down at her, she felt her passions stirring again. "You didn't, did you?"

He shook his head, still grinning. "Doesn't matter."

"Yes it does," she disagreed, seeking his lips and sliding a guiding hand behind him.

Following her silent direction, he lifted a leg high and swung it over her. Mara reached between them to wrap her fingers around his cock, moaning as she felt it swelling once again.

The temptation of her firm breasts rising and falling with her quickening breaths overwhelmed him, and he kissed one of the buds crowning them, his erection slipping from her fingers. Mara cried out from the electric tingle his kiss sent through her, and then again when he sucked her nipple between his lips.

Moaning and writhing from his ministrations, Mara bent her knees, parting her legs wide. An ache deep inside her demanded attention, so she pushed on his shoulders to that end.

Wade released her nipple with a final suck and a kiss, then moved one knee at a time until his twitching member hovered above her nether lips. Their eyes met, and Mara gave a single nod of her head. He was still gazing deep into her eyes when his cock slipped inside her.

If anything, he felt even bigger and harder than before. Mara gasped as he filled her full, and then squealed as he pulled back. She glanced down just in time to see his glistening cock vanish inside her once more, his muscles bunching to push his hips forward.

Wade groaned, "God, Mara," as his hips worked, burying his cock deep inside her, then retreating until the rim of the bulbous head popped free of her canal. A slight shift of his stance caused the shaft to slide against her swollen clit on the next thrust.

"Yes — right there," Mara gushed. "God, yes."

He seemed to know exactly when she needed more, increasing the pace of his thrusts to add to the hot friction. Mara tingled all over, her body moving in sinuous waves as she whimpered in bliss. She caressed her breasts, her heart soaring at the smile it brought to his lips. The firm globes jiggled ever so slightly each time their bodies came together.

Wade let out a long, deep groan. "You feel incredible."

"So do you. Come for me."

"You first."

"Ah," Mara sang out as a stronger, sharper burst of pleasure caused her to slap one arm to the sun-warmed earth and her toes to curl. "Ohh — if you insist."

The hand still caressing her breast slid down Mara's body, three fingers settling just above her hood. She pressed down, making slow circles every few seconds, but still letting his cock do most of the work.

Seeing that he was just as enraptured by this as when she'd teased her breasts, Mara put on a coquettish expression and asked, "Do you like... Mmm! Like watching me touch myself?"

His head nodding with almost comical intensity, he answered, "Yeah."

"I like it too."

Wade grunted from a squeeze of her intimate muscles and said, "You're too sexy."

"No, you," she countered, the last word transforming into a warbling moan when he pumped into her faster — harder — their bodies colliding with a quiet slap.

Growls began to intermingle with Wade's grunts and groans, his expression tightening. Mara's whimpers grew louder, her fingers moving faster over her hood. This time, the urgency was there — subdued — but certainly there. Her muscles tightened as the pressure swelled, chilly sparks joining the warm glow in her mound.

"Too good. Can't..." Wade said from between clenched teeth, losing the battle to keep his seed from surging forth.

"Don't stop. Almost... Almost there," Mara pleaded.

"I... God..." Wade stammered. Then his hips jolted forward and his breath exploded from him in a near roar.

She felt the first pulse of his buried cock, and cried out the word yes, knowing that he was pumping her full of cream. Before the word had even fully passed her lips, orgasm claimed her.

The initial shock of sweet agony caused her to half sit up and scream, loud and long. Her fingers dug into the soft earth at her sides, and her legs clamped tight around Wade's quivering hips. All the while, she could feel him throbbing, flooding her depths with cum.

An exhausted, almost pained sounding groan escaped Wade, and he fell forward onto his hands. He hovered over her, his pants an echo of hers, sweat dripping from his flushed skin to mingle with the beads adorning every inch of her.

Mara wore a wide grin, her continuing cries of release now mixed with short laughs. Wade couldn't help but chuckle as well in the face of her joy, but a squeeze of her walls around him caused the sound to change into a loud, high-pitched exclamation that made her laugh even harder.

Mara wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding his softening cock deep inside as the aftershocks rippled through her. She still couldn't overcome the irrational urge to laugh, and didn't even try to fight the compulsion to kiss him repeatedly.

She'd never been happier in her life, and wanted this moment to last forever.

Unfortunately, a painful truth crept into her thoughts after a few minutes, and she couldn't suppress the whimper that came with it.

Wade stroked her cheek and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have to go home in a week." Her lower lip began to quiver. "You'll be so far away."

"Oh, that's right. I kinda got distracted before I could tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"I got a scholarship to play football."

His grin more or less gave away the answer, but Mara asked the question anyway. "Where?"

"Guess it'll be your turn to show me around."

Mara let out a squeal of delight and tightened her arms around him.

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Two very special families met that evening in La'isa's pool, forevermore linked by the bonds of love as Kindred of the Wood.

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Hope you've enjoyed this story, the first to break the annual Earth Day tradition of the Magic of the Wood series.

While every tale in the series is its own story, they do follow a timeline — mostly a generational one — in this order: Steward of the Wood, Daughter of the Wood, Forever of the Wood, and Secret of the Wood. Or, you could use the publication dates, as they follow the timeline as well. If you enjoyed this story, going back to read about those who have come before will give you a deeper look into the special magic that my little family possesses.




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Kindred Passions



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Chapter One: Paul

Being sixty-five tends to make one pretty set in his ways, but I suppose I have always been a bit of a tightass.

I don't have a very long back-story to tell. I had been raised conservatively, an only child, by strict parents; attended military school followed by West Point; earned a couple of hearts in Vietnam. Married Anne, who I had only kissed exactly once before our wedding. Fathered three children and named them Mary, John and Janette. I retired from the corps a Colonel.

Sex in my life had been fairly enjoyable, reasonably frequent and respectably unadventurous as long as I was married. When my wife succumbed to a short, sudden illness a few years ago, I missed her, but didn't really miss the sex. It's not that I never got the urges for physical release but, being an ex-military man with iron self-discipline, I have found many alternative pursuits. Golf, carpentry and woodcarving, voracious reading, and running marathons seem to take my mind off such matters most of the time, but honestly, maybe once a fortnight, I take matters in my own hand, so to speak, with the centerspread of a girlie magazine open in my lap. Never could get with internet porn, honestly. I suppose I'm old-school that way.

Today, however, the situation has evolved into something I could never have imagined.

I had spent last night restlessly dreaming and woke up in my sparsely furnished bedroom feeling depressed and irritable. I set off on my daily eight-miler this morning determined to get a personal best. As I turned into the last mile, I realized that I would not be able to finish in time. Something inside me snapped. Years of loneliness so effectively repressed until now seemed to be tied to my ankles. The run turned into a personal battle between me and my waning years. I lengthened my stride, almost giving myself a heart attack as I ran. That last mile may have been a suicide attempt. I reached home sobbing freely, a burning stitch in my side, 32 seconds after the clock had run out.

Last night's dream came back to me. I had seen myself having sex with a woman. We were in a sterile white room with mist for walls. The floor was cold and hard under my knees. I was behind her, holding her waist as I fucked her.

"Anne!" I had cried as I thrust into her like a man possessed.

But then suddenly, I looked up. Anne was standing there, in the flowing white dress I had buried her in, looking at me silently. Who was I fucking? Someone else! My mind rebelled at the thought. Anne didn't look angry. I had been fiercely faithful to her throughout our life together, having firmly rejected several advances by several women, and I knew for a fact that she had been equally devoted to me. But now, in my dream she smiled, turned and started to walk away.

"No! Anne!" I screamed, pushing the other woman away. I rushed forward, reaching for my wife. But she dissolved into the mist. And I woke up.

My dead wife was giving me permission to have sex with other women through my dreams. Extra cheese.

I had to get this crap out of my system and get back to my sedate existence.

I walked over to the shed in the backyard. The secret cardboard box full of old Playboys and a bottle of lubricant that I had at the back came out. So did a couple of bottles of fifteen year old scotch. I flipped my phone off its hook, locked myself up and drew all the curtains. Downing two shots of the scotch, I sank into the rich maroon embrace of my living room couch and reached into the box. Ah... Danielle De Vabre, November 1971. Poetically, almost a spitting image of Anne. It began.

The June heat rose from the floorboards as I sat there and spanked the monkey between single malt interludes. An hour before noon, I had drunk myself into a stupor and jacked off to half a dozen naked two dimensional women. After that, I passed out.

***********

The doorbell rings at six PM, driving cold nails into my head and jolting me awake.

"Daddy! Daddy, are you in there? Open up!"

It is Mary, my eldest...also my bossiest.

I stagger to the door and she bursts in, all worry and concern.

"What's going on, Dad? Your phone isn't working...Your cell is turned off... Why aren't you..."

She stops dead in her tracks. Fuck! The magazines! They're strewn all over the carpet, centerfolds unfolded. Tissues...lube...the characteristic smell...No great feats of deductions are required to arrive at the reason for the mess. My hangover vanishes in an instant.

"Give me a second will you?" I say calmly. Grabbing her shoulders I turn her around, push her right back out the door and close it behind her. It takes me two minutes of feverish scurrying about to reconstitute the secret jack-off box and dump the tissues into the wastebasket in the kitchen. Once I'm done, I pause. Can't face her right now, I decide.

"I'm fine, Mary. Why don't you come back ... um... tomorrow...?"

There is a minute of silence. I'm starting to think she has left, when quietly, she knocks.

"Open the door, Dad."

"Look, sweetheart, I'm fine. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

"Dad...just open the door..."

"Mary..."

"Daddy," she says sweetly, "I swear if you don't open this door right now, I will get a sledgehammer from your shed out back and smash it in, okay?"

She would too. I had spent a week on that door, hand carving the Corps insignia into the wood. I open the door.

She walks straight past me into the kitchen. I flop down on the couch, head in hands. Mary walks in a minute later with two cups of coffee. Mine is black, very bitter. She finds half a bottle of scotch that has survived the day, and drops some into her own. Understandably, she doesn't ask me if I want some, not that I do. We sit and sip. Just when the silence starts getting heavy, Mary pipes up,

"You know Dad, Kath was asking about you the other day."

Katherine is this woman who works in Mary's office. A seriously sexy forty-two year old divorcee who had practically thrown herself at me when I had met her at Mary's house a month ago.

"Dammit, Mary not this again."

"Come on Dad! How long do you think..."

"Don't say it, Mary."

"...you need to be in mourning?"

"Mary!"

I am about to tell her to get out but it doesn't happen. Because somewhere in the back of my mind, I know she's right. I am being unreasonable. Anne has been gone five years. I will always be in mourning for her. But I also have a life to live.

"...I don't like dumb blondes." I finish weakly.

"Katherine is a very smart lady," Mary says, fixing me with a disapproving look, "She went to Yale."

"Yale is a bordello," I declare, "She's a trollop."

"Daddy!" Mary gasps in shock. Then a hint of a smile appears on her lips. I grin back at her. We burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"She is though, isn't she?" Mary says, wiping a tear from her eye. More scotch finds its way into her coffee.

"Can you believe she asked me...?" I stop just in time, mentally kicking myself.

"What? What did she say?"

"Nothing, forget it. She's really forward."

"Come on Dad! What did Kath ask you?"

"Well... I told her I worked with wood as a hobby. And she asked if she could come over and...you know..."

Mary didn't get it.

"...learn to work on my wood..."

It took a moment. Then she squealed, wide eyed, hand on mouth, "Oh. My. God!" Another minute of mirth follows, punctuated with Mary's 'Oh my Gods'. When it finally dies down, Mary's concern is back.

"Dad, please go out with Kath. Once. For me."

"Not gonna happen, Mary", I say firmly.

"Do you want me to fix you up with a brunette?" she asks slyly, "There's Justine from accounts. Very classy girl... aaaaaand... she's into older men."

"See this?" I say, pointing at my face, "This is how a marine blushes. See? See? Seriously, Mary, no fix-ups."

"I cannot trust you to do this on your own, Dad."

"What! Young lady, let me tell you, I can find women on my own."

"I know...they were all over the floor here just now."

Awkward silence.

"Ouch." I say plaintively.

"Sorry. Look, Dad... have you seen yourself? You're a real catch. I mean, you're really handsome. Fit as a fiddle. Well-to-do. Funny. Talented..."

"Old."

"Oh tosh! You don't look a day over sixty-five!"

More laughter. She empties the scotch into her coffee, so that it's not really coffee anymore.

"You'd be surprised how many women I know, single and married, keep asking about you, Dad," she continues.

"Read my lips. No fix-ups. This has got to be something spontaneous. And I won't lower my standards out of desperation."

"Really, Dad? You're hoping to meet a true-blue playmate of the month, then?"

"That's not fair, Mary..."

"You'll never find anyone as good as Ma, you know. But you cannot be alone just because you keep measuring women in your life up to her and they all fall short."

"Ha! The women in my life don't all fall short. You measure up. Janette measures up..."

There is the slightest pause. In retrospect, later, I will probably consider this as the point in time where I stepped into some sort of impossible, alternate reality, because I then hear Mary say the strangest thing...

"Yeah...too bad we can't work on your wood..."

That can't be what I heard. It's getting dark outside. The faint light of dusk filters through the tasteful cream drapes. Mary, sitting across from me, has a strange look on her face. I notice that her coffee/ scotch is gone.

"Or can't we?" She asks, eyebrow raised.

It sinks in slowly. I know it's the drink talking now, nevertheless my jaw drops to the floor. I look around desperately, trying to think of something to say, and come up empty. I cannot believe my ears. Did my daughter just actually come right out and suggest what I think she suggested?

"Huh...what?" I feign having not heard.

Mary, that impossibly strange smile still on her face, stands up. She has made a decision. In a flash of understanding, I realize what that decision is, and I don't know what the hell I am supposed to make of it. She hooks her fingers under the waist of her tight turtleneck top.

There is a machinegun in my chest. I think I am about to have my second near-heart-attack of the day.

"Mary, now..."

"Be quiet, Daddy," she commands. The bossiest one.

She slowly lifts her sweater up and throws it off. Splendid C-cup breasts nicely contained in skimpy black Victoria's Secret are duly revealed.

"Mary...what the blazes are you doing...", I say shooting out of the couch as if it had suddenly transformed into hot coals.

"I can see that you like these, Dad," she says, gently letting her fingers run over and across her chest, outlining the perfect shapes. Very perceptive. You'd have to be blind not to notice that my cock has twitched to life in my shorts. Dammit, cock! After I've spent all day trying to pacify you...

What the hell is happening? I scream inside my head.

Mary is beautiful. No father can ever think otherwise of his own daughter, I know, but now I see her from a detached third-party perspective and I am sure she is absolutely gorgeous. Five feet seven, 115 pounds of perfectly toned hotness...shoulder length dark brown hair that frame an insanely pretty face that looks a lot like her late mother's, deep brown eyes, soft features, dreamy breasts, a narrow waist that flares out into incredible, curvy hips, and the hips extending into long, shapely legs.

At thirty-nine, she has been married for twenty years to a man who was her college boyfriend and has a strapping teenage son of her own, but she hasn't let the years take away anything from her body.

"Mary, this is...this isn't right..." I splutter. There is no conviction in my words, and Mary knows it, because my eyes are still fixed on her breasts.

"It doesn't matter, Daddy," she whispers, "This is what you need...this is what I want..."

With one quick step, she is in my space. She grasps my wrists and places my hands on her chest. I feel the weight of those tits in my palm. My thumbs touch her nipples through the silky bra. My cock has turned into a phallic steel sculpture.

"No...Mary...stop this..." I say but my hands aren't ready to leave those breasts just yet. She raises one arm and locks it behind my neck. Then she's on her toes and her lips are on mine in a kiss that blows my mind right away. My own daughter!

Her other hand is between us. Her fingers move, the drawstring of my shorts comes undone. Suddenly, I can feel the softness of her bare stomach with the solidity of my cock.

I shudder. I think the room is on a turntable. I think I have a fever. She moans into my mouth. The scotch/coffee is intoxicating on her breath.

The small part of my mind that just doesn't get what's going on, the part that is thinking incest ...daughter ...wrong ..., the part that is resisting, dies.

I break our kiss, and spin Mary around and bite her neck. My hands find her tits again. The bra has a hook, front and center. I fumble at it zealously, unsuccessfully. Mary reaches up and takes care of the problem. The cups fall away, and those striking breasts swing free. I paw at them, feeling a woman's uncovered breasts for the first time in half a dozen years.

"Oh Dad..." she mewls. Under my palms, her nipples are little round stones. She unhooks her pants, and they drop around her ankles. Black panties that match the martyred bra follow them. She pushes her hips back against me, and now my cock is snuggling in her butt-cleavage.

"Daddy...down there...touch me down there..."

I let my right hand travel slowly over her midriff and cup her groin. An artistically trimmed bush of pubic curls tickle my palm. The folds of her labia are distended, moist.

"Down here?" I ask stupidly. My middle finger is burrowing into her slot. Her hips thrust forward against it.

"Rub it... Daddy, rub my clit..." she begs.

I rub it. Slowly and firmly, like Anne taught me all those years ago. I remember exactly where to rub, with how much pressure and with what kind of motion. Like riding a bike, it comes back to me in a flash.

Mary reaches up and back and grabs my neck again, hanging on. I'm surprised at how light she seems. I have her nipple between a thumb and a forefinger, squeezing and tugging it in tempo with the ministrations of my other hand down at her crotch. I curl my finger, and it enters the wet warmth of her cunt.

Mary moans loudly. Her hips jerk, her buttocks knead my cock. I move my hips in time to hers, my mouth still working her neck.

Suddenly, she is breathing in short, sharp gasps. She grabs my wrist.

"Don't...stop..."

"I won't, sweetheart..."

"I'm there, Dad... I'm there...Oh God...I'm..."

And then, with a sudden cry, she's there. Her back arches, her body jolts in the orgasm. She goes limp and drops to her knees.

Without missing a beat, she turns. My cock is wobbling in front of her face.

"Daddy...thanks...I really needed that," she sighs lovingly.

I ponder whether I should say 'You're welcome' to my own daughter who is kneeling naked in front of me, thanking me for fingering her to climax. Before I can come to a decision on that etiquette dilemma, Mary continues,

"Now, it's your turn to thank me."

She reaches up to hold my erection, like she is holding a bird. Fingers of one hand tentatively curl around my shaft, as the other cups my balls.

"Oh fuck..." I whisper hoarsely.

Her lips graze my cock. Her tongue snakes out to wet my shaft with a double coat of spit. I keep asking myself if this can really be happening. It feels like heaven, but it is nothing compared to the thrill that streaks up my spine when she opens her pert mouth and takes me in.

I thank my stars I had the forethought of masturbating repeatedly in a drunken haze that morning, because if I hadn't, I'm pretty sure I would have copiously shot off down my daughter's throat as soon as this happens.

Mary knows what she is doing. She sucks the head in, and lets it slip out again. Her tongue tickles the tip of my cock wetly, traces a line down to the underside, returns to the tip, then in it goes again, half a centimeter deeper this time. I watch, fascinated, as slowly, in successive stages, more and more of my cock starts sliding past her eager lips. The hand on my balls continues fondling them gently. Deeper and deeper goes my cock into my girl's mouth, until all seven and a half inches are sliding in and out if her throat, and my balls are touching her chin. I marvel at how expertly she does it. Her mother, bless her soul, had only ever taken a couple of inches.

A couple of minutes into this fantastic incestuous blowjob, I suddenly feel my cum starting to build up in my groin.

"Uhn..." I exclaim, ready to shoot.

Mary senses it too, and stops. Both her hands close around my shaft in a vice-like grip.

"Not yet, Daddy..." she says. The feeling recedes.

She spins around on her knees and plants her elbows on the carpet; her glorious heart shaped buttocks high, her sopping wet pussy and wrinkled asshole flashing at me from between the cheeks.

She reaches down between her legs with one hand and I see her fingers splay her wet labia, revealing the glowing pink flesh tunnel there.

"Take me, Daddy...fuck your little girl..."

I drop to my knees behind her. It takes me a short second to find her entrance with the tip of my cock. And then, in one swift motion, I am buried balls deep in my daughter's burning wet cunt. We groan in symphony as it happens.

Mary lets herself run out at the knees, my cock slipping out gently from her cunt until only the glans remained lodged in her vulva, then back again, ever so slowly, all the way in. Impatient as only a man can be, I begin plunging my cock into her in right earnest.

"Slowly, Daddy! I like it slow..." she murmurs.

Slow it is.

Her hand remains between her legs, working her clit, as I, with that iron self-discipline I mentioned earlier, slow my hips down, leisurely enjoying every millimeter of friction. Mary moans in delight. I can feel the walls of her vagina spasm and clutch my cock as, over the next five minutes, she announces one, then another and then a third orgasm with a little squeal.

She turns and looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes lidded in wanton lust.

"That's it, Daddy...fuck me..."

I grab her slim waist. This was in my dream! I realize, suddenly, as I look down to see my cock, wet from Mary's moisture, plunging into her cave. In a passionate frenzy, begin pistoning my cock into her. Years of long distance running have ensured that I don't lack the stamina for a good, long fuck. Mary lets out a long, loud wail as the intensity of my drive peaks. I am at the crest.

"Cumming..." I manage to croak.

"Inside me, Daddy..." she breathes.

I see stars as my orgasm hits me and I pour what seems like a whole pint of semen into my daughters cunt in accompaniment to several loud 'Uhs'. When I'm done, I fall forward over her back, exhausted.

We pant in unison for a long while. I withdraw, and a flood of my spunk follows my wilted cock out of her cunt, splattering down onto the carpet.

"Wow, Dad," Mary sighs joyfully, "You are really something!"

As before, I don't know what to say. Should I thank her? Should I tell her what a great fuck she has been? I realize I don't feel an ounce of guilt or regret. Whatever unholy karma in my life has led to this, I am actually grateful for it. Words still elude me, but Mary probably understands.




Kindred Passions



She crawls out from under me. I flop back on the couch, and watch her affectionately as she, with a subtle smile on her lips, gathers her clothes and puts them on again and finger combs her hair back into shape. Once she is presentable again, she kneels between my spread-out legs and plants a kiss on my limp cock, then another on my lips.

"We should do this more often, Daddy," she says, winking. She leaves me sitting there, in a much better state of mind than the one she had found me in...

Chapter Two: Janette

Peter had come in this afternoon to my office, and asked to borrow my car.

"Hot date, Aunt Jan!"

"How hot?" I asked him, and he had gone all red.

"Come on, Pete," I said dangling the keys in front of my eighteen-year old nephew's nose, "Tell!"

"Well... it's Sierra."

"Sierra? Sierra the sophomore? Wow! Look at you, Pete... finally getting an older woman to go out with you... Congratulations!" I said, tossing him the keys.

"Oh come on, Aunt Jan...she's not that much older..."

Flashback. I had fallen in love with this one the moment he was born, the cutest golden-haired baby ever. I had been at Bryn Mawr then, and had rushed down to help Mary. Mary and Anthony had both been working parents at the time, and I had moved in with them after graduation. For the next six years, I had helped raise the little tyke, until I finally managed to set up my consultancy and moved to my own apartment downtown.

During this time, little Peter had grown very close to me, and I to him. I remember how heartbreakingly he had bawled when I was moving out, though we kept telling him that I was just a twenty minute bus ride away, and we would see each other all the time.

Our bond had only strengthened as Peter grew into a handsome teen, and today, we were more like pals than the traditional nephew-aunt. Over the years, he had confessed all his crushes to me, and I don't remember him ever being so completely smitten with a girl as he had been with the exquisite Sierra.

Girls had, until now, fallen over themselves to go out with Pete, given his irresistible good looks and winning ways. He was a brilliant student, a star athlete and an undeniable all-round nice guy.

But it was different with Sierra. This apparently incomparable African-American girl was the first to actually intimidate him. It had taken him months to gather the guts to ask her out the first time, and she had turned him down flat.

Devastated, Pete had, but of course, come to me. I had never needed to teach my nephew the value of perseverance in the pursuit of the opposite sex, so now, I did. Pete learned fast, and implemented his lesson with a vengeance. Sierra never stood a chance, in my opinion.

***********

I leave work a couple of hours early (one of the perks of being your own boss) and take a cab back home. Peter has planned dinner and a late movie for his first date with Sierra, so I don't expect him to drop off my wheels anytime soon. Since I am not currently dating anyone myself, I'm just looking forward to a quiet evening with some bubbly, a book, and a bath.

I am surprised to find my Camry parked in its spot when I get to my place. Apparently Peter's date has not gone according to plan. The poor guy must be waiting for me (there is a spare key to my apartment with the car keys) moping, I think. I am soon to discover how wrong I am.

I walk into my place and toss my bag on the living room couch.

"Peter? Are you here?" I call hesitantly.

There is no reply. I venture deeper into the apartment on tiptoe, and as I cross the guest bedroom I find its door ajar just a couple of inches. The faintest moaning sound drifts to my ears from inside.

So, Peter has managed to get his prey! His date, contrary to my earlier belief, is going much better than expected, it seems. Obviously, he doesn't expect me back for some time yet, so he has brought Sierra over for a little heavy petting. My first thought, of course, like a good aunt, is to quietly leave.

And then I am overcome with this insane desire to take just a little peek. I mean just the tiniest glance, you know... what harm could it do? The lovebirds would never know...

The room is dimly lit, but not dark, and I can see them clearly. As soon as I lay eyes on her, I can understand why Peter has had Sierra on the brain for so long.

She is the loveliest, most enchantingly beautiful girl. Now I am unabashedly bisexual, and have been attracted to my share of women. But Sierra is undoubtedly in a class by herself. I am absolutely spellbound by her beauty.

Wonderful cocoa skin. Long, wavy black hair flowing down over her back. Dark, almond-shaped eyes over regal cheekbones. Luscious maroon lips. She is wearing a simple red shirt that is tight enough to emphasize a perky bosom, with a long maroon plaid skirt that is...that is...

...Oh my god! Her skirt is hiked up around her waist as she sits on the bed, leaning back on her hands, revealing a long pair of shining black legs, and my nephew has his head buried between them! There is a lot more than 'heavy petting' going on in there!

The smallest involuntary squeak escapes my lips. My crotch goes hot and damp with sudden arousal. I clamp my hand to my mouth in panic, praying. There is no indication that I was heard.

On the bed, Peter pushes his hands under Sierra's perfect butt, lifting her to get better access to her sex. She lets one hand take her weight, and places the other one on his ruffled blonde head to guide him.

"Ohh, Peter...just a bit lower...that's right... no, no...that's too low..."

It's amazing how lost boys can get in three inches of real estate. I imagine myself in Peter's place, hitting Sierra's button with my tongue. My panties are soaked. I drop a hand down the front of my pants and grab my pussy.

Sierra moves her hips, and Peter finally gets it.

"There!" she sighs loudly, and starts grinding her pelvis into his face. It is incredibly erotic to watch this adorable young girl's face as she is being eaten out.

Peter may have been clueless about her clit, but I can tell that he does not lack enthusiasm, because once he has found it, he seems to get his act together. For a couple of minutes, I hear him slurp and lick, wetly. Suddenly, Sierra's hips spasm, and I can tell she has cum.

She collapses backwards on the bed. Peter's face emerges from her crotch.

"Did you...Did I...?"

"Oh yes, Pete...you did...and I did..." Sierra whispers.

"Wow!" he grins and raises his hands like a zombie to reach for her, but she quickly leaps off the bed and away. Poor Peter. I can feel his agony! He makes to follow her up.

"Sit back down," Sierra orders.

"But..."

"Down, Peter!"

Oh this girl is evil, I think delightedly. Peter drops back on the bed, a little pout on his face. Sierra sits back down next to him.

"Now Peter, what if your Aunt... Janine?..."

"Janette..."

"...Janette comes home early?"

I hold my breath as she says this. She's beautiful and intuitive.

"What? No, no...that's not happening...don't worry!"

"But what if she does? I mean, can you even imagine how embarrassing it would be?"

"You really don't have to worry, Sierra. Aunt Jan is a really busy person. She doesn't leave work till much later. We have time, babe..."

"But still, what if? I really don't think we should risk it..."

"Oh, come on! Sierra, she really won't, I'm telling you... look, we can be really quick, if you want... I'll be done before you know it and then we can split..."

Oh Peter, you fool.

Sierra cocks an eyebrow at him, and he immediately backtracks.

"No, no, no...that came out wrong...what I meant was..."

Of course he hasn't the faintest what he meant to say.

"Tell me about her, Pete."

"About... Aunt Jan? Well...she's..." he stammers, "She's really cool, and everything..."

"How cool, exactly?"

"Very cool," Peter says, "She's more like a friend or a big sister to me, you know..."

"Is she hot?"

"What now?"

"You heard me, Peter...is Janette hot?"

"Welllll... I guess."

"You guess? Peter..."

"She's my mom's sister, Sierra... I never really considered..."

"Don't lie to me, now..."

Peter hesitates, then raises his arms in resignation.

"Oh alright... she's hot. Okay?" he says, red as a beetroot.

Why thank you, Pete! I grin.

"Oh my god, you have a crush on your hot aunt!" Sierra exclaims.

"No, come on...it's not like that..."

Liar. I know for a fact that he has had a crush on me since he was a little boy. These things are obvious to women.

"Forget it, Pete...now get up...let's see what you've got..."

"Um?"

"Clothes, Pete...Off..."

Peter leaps up like an eager, horny ape. His shirt comes off. My nephew has a godlike torso. I lick my lips. The next second, he yanks down his trousers and boxers together, and I see his cock leap from his groin, rigid as a steel bar, his balls tight in anticipation below it. He flounders comically as he kicks off the clothes.

I nearly climax that instant, as his forbidden nakedness burns itself into my mind. I'm not sure I could have kept quiet if had. I stop playing with myself.

The lovely Sierra has also risen from the bed and strips (with a lot more poise), a wicked smile on her lips as she watches his antics. She unbuttons her top slowly, and lets it hang open at the front. There is no bra underneath. Her impeccable mocha breasts are firm and round, topped with nipples like pointy drops of dark chocolate. Her skirt drops. I see a glorious black thatch of hair.

A goggle-eyed Pete works his hard-on impatiently as his dream girl reveals herself to him with tantalizing slowness.

She puts her hands on her hips.

"Well? What do you think?" she asks.

"I think...you are... the most..."

"Peter? Am I hotter than your Aunt Janette?"

"Come again?"

"Tell me this truthfully, Peter," Sierra's voice is hoarse, seductive, "If your aunt was outside that door right now, and she decided to walk in here...and join us... which one of us would you fuck first?"

I freeze as it dawns on me... She knows!

She must have heard me earlier. I realize she has known for some time now. Peter has this incredulous look on his face. He's actually thinking about it! Does she really want me to come in?

"You can come in, Janette," she says, reading my mind.

I take a deep breath and step into the room.

Like a cartoon character, Peter yelps and leaps three clean feet into the air as I enter, then keels back over behind the bed and whips a pillow down in front of his erect cock, a look of pure abject terror on his face.

I disregard him (for the moment) and look at Sierra. I can tell by the way she looks at me, with a barely hidden hunger behind her eyes, that she swings both ways too. She walks over to me, slipping her shirt off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. I can't help but ogle at her brazen nakedness.

She takes my hand and places it gently on her naked breast. Her other hand quickly sneaks up under my blouse, pushes my bra up over my breast, and cups it smoothly.

"Hello, Jan...I'm Sierra," she says sweetly, "It's good to meet you."

With that, she touches her lips to mine in a long, tender kiss. My knees almost collapse. Her nipple is stiff with excitement under my palm, as is mine under hers.

I hear Peter mumble something incoherent from his inadequate hiding place. We look over to him. His face is a mask of confusion. I giggle like a little girl.

"Shut up, Peter." Sierra tells him sternly. There is no question as to who is in charge of how this is going to play out. She turns back to me.

"You are really stunning, Jan..." she says.

"Thanks," I say meekly, completely under her spell. We kiss again. Her lips never leave mine as she slowly gets rid of my blouse and bra. I am now beyond caring that I am being stripped right in front of my teenage nephew.

I hear Peter gulp as my breasts are bared. I look at him nervously, but Sierra gently puts a finger on my chin and turns my head back to her.

"Ignore him," she mutters, "You have the most beautiful breasts, Jan... I wish I had breasts like yours..."

Dipping her head, she takes my left nipple into her mouth. I feel her teeth and shiver as a thrill of pleasure passes through me. Sierra's hands are busy at my waist, undoing my skirt. It falls, and I feel her fingers slide down the front of my panties and dip into my wet gash. Her mouth leaves my nipple painfully erect and wanting more. She lifts her fingers, wet with my cunt-juices, and sucks them, looking me straight in the eye as she does so.

"Mmmm...Salty..."

She puts her arms around my neck and kisses me again. Our breasts rub together, nipples grazing nipples. She turns me and pulls me towards the bed. Breaking our embrace, she falls back on the mattress.

"You know, Jan, Peter is pretty ignorant about what a woman wants...down here..." she says, gently massaging her crotch, "Something tells me that you, on the other hand, know exactly what to do..."

Sierra's legs part, and she reaches into her dark pubic forest to part her pussy lips, showing me her pink center. Without any further prompting, I drop to my knees. She's right... I know exactly what to do.

I nibble on the smooth dark skin of her inner thighs, and let my hand caress her belly just above her mound. I move closer to her groin with my mouth, millimeter by millimeter. I can see her getting wetter, tiny moans of anticipation issuing from her lips. I plant soft kisses on her vulva. I dip my tongue into her sweet cunt.

Two minutes of this and she is squirming and bucking her pelvis into my face, ready as she will ever be. I bite down on her clit. The sudden orgasm hits her like a sledgehammer. She screams with pleasure as she cums, and goes limp.

I climb over her supine form and shower kisses on her face, lips and breasts as she catches her breath.

We turn to look at Peter. He is frozen in place, jaw hanging in a look of unfathomable disbelief.

"See, Peter..." Sierra meows, "That's how you pleasure a girl...", then, turning back to me, "Are you ready, Jan?"

"Ready? For...?"

"Why, reimbursement, of course..."

She laughs a lovely, joyous laugh. With a swift twist of her torso, she puts herself on top, then slides slowly down my body. Helplessly, I accommodate her between my knees.

Tenderly, she licks my pussy, her tongue darting all over my dripping gash. I close my eyes, enjoying her mouth teasing my swollen clit. She is an unquestionable expert at eating pussy too, I realize soon, as she gets me to the edge, then stops. Once, twice, thrice...until I am sobbing with anticipation. My eyes are screwed shut, my cunt is in flames.

Once again, a wet tongue carries me to the peak. Just as I am about to climax, I feel teeth on my nipple. My eyes snap open. It is Sierra. So, the tongue in my pussy must be...

...Peter, my teenage nephew...

I recoil instinctively, but Sierra pins me down, hard. Half a second later, it is too late. Words cannot describe the orgasm that explodes in my core as I look down and lock eyes with my sweet Peter while his tongue stabs my clit.

My orgasm subsides slowly, leaving me trembling uncontrollably in its wake. A dense silence descends upon us. Sierra breaks it.

"Get up, Pete," she says, "Show us that lovely cock, now."

Peter jumps to his feet. Half a cubit of man-meat is presented to us, its head purple with longing, rising from a base of sparse golden fuzz at his groin and over his smooth, tight scrotum. Sierra slides over and leans forward to take him into her mouth.

"Eep!" he exclaims, pulling his hips back in mad panic. The boy has been watching two naked women getting jiggy with each other for the past twenty minutes, one of them his aunt. He has been tonguing their pussies. It's really no wonder that the moment he feels Sierra's hot breath on his cock, he starts cumming uncontrollably.

I gasp in awe. Sierra bursts into musical laughter as a copious shot of cum leaps from Peter's cock-head and splashes across her mouth and chin.

"Oh no! No...no...no...nooo..." Peter laments, as his cock wildly ripples again and again to spray Sierra's face and neck. By the time he is done, he is wilted and dripping a single long string of cum, and Sierra is a complete, beautiful mess.

"Dear God, I am so sorry, Sierra... I just couldn't..."

"Shut up, Peter!" Sierra says, mock exasperated. She licks her lips and tastes him.

"Salty!" she says, looking at me, "Seems to be a family flavor!"

I feel the blood rise to my cheeks.

"Well, Janette," Sierra continues, laughing out again, "He's no use to anyone now, is he?

"Goddammit, you fucking stupid..." Peter grumbles as he grasps his limp cock and shakes it vigorously, as if to discipline it. It is cute as fuck.

Peter looks at me, shrugs and grins in the most self-deprecating manner. That does it. I feel my love for my gorgeous nephew overwhelm me. I laugh, and all feel my inhibitions vanish in that instant. I know now that before this evening is over, I will have his cock in me.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie..." I say fondly, "I'm sure we can do something about it."

Sierra is sitting back against the pillows, dabbing away at her face with a corner of the bedsheet. She looks at me approvingly, noting the change.

I get up from the bed and go to him. I kiss him long and slow, pressing my breasts into his pecs. I feel his taut, muscled abdomen with my hand, then reach lower. My fingers curl around his cock and he quivers deliciously. I feel his hands move to my waist, then circle around boldly and cup my buttocks.

I start fondling his shaft gradually. Even when limp, I am duly fascinated by its weight and girth in my palm.

"My, my... when did you grow up, Pete?" I murmur appreciatively.

"Heh," is all he can manage for now.

I drop to my knees in front of him. A single pearl of cum is shining at the tip of his cock, I lick it off. Peter sighs in pleasure. Without further ado, I pop him into my mouth.

"Oh Aunt Jan...That is so good!"

I sense some movement next to me. The exquisite Sierra joins us at the foot of the bed, face clean.

"Do share, Jan..." she says, eyes sparkling. I pass him to her a bit reluctantly.

I watch Peter's cock slide past her lips as her hand rises to cup his balls. I bend down to lick them.

"Oh fuck I'm in heaven!" Peter cries out.

She sucks and licks him for a minute or two, then passes him back to me. This time when his cock enters my mouth, I can feel it slowly rejuvenating. This won't take long at all, I think happily.

We pass Peter's cock back and forth between us, letting him move his hips in horny urgency to push his cock as far down our throats as it will go. Sure enough, before long, he is stiff as a sword again, glistening wet with our saliva.

He beams at us proudly, kegelling to make his cock jump up and down in front of our faces. All three of us laugh. Sierra and I stand up and give him a sexy hug.

"Well, Pete...moment of truth..." Sierra says.

"Um, what?"

"You know... who will you fuck first?"

Confusion clouds his face. It is adorable.

"I dunno," he scratches his head, "Maybe..."

"Hint...there is no wrong answer..." she says with a wicked smile.

"Enough, Sierra..." I say, "Don't torture the poor kid anymore. You were here first."

Before she can say anything, I turn her around by the shoulders and push her down on the edge of the bed, so that she is on all fours, ass in the air. I grasp Peter's...well... peter, and pull him into position behind her. I feel her pussy. It is soggy with eagerness. I position his cock-head at her entrance. Peter doesn't hesitate, inserting his cock slowly into her.




Kindred Passions



"Oh WOW!" Sierra cries out in ecstasy.

"Come on, fuck her, sweetie...fuck your sexy sophomore girl..." I whisper into his ear, as I move behind him and press myself against his bare back.

Not that he needs to be told. Hooking his hands over her hips, Peter gets down to it. I watch, captivated, reaching down to caress his balls as he thrusts into her. His groans mingle with hers. The slap-slap-slap of his hips against her buttocks is hypnotizing.

Leaving him to his work, I move to site myself in front of Sierra. Parting my knees, I give her access to my own sex again. She dips her head down into my crotch. I pinch my nipples roughly as, for the second time that evening, I feel her heavenly tongue tickle my battle my clitoris.

Apparently, Peter is much better at fucking, than he is at cunnilingus. I watch Sierra's face contort as he drives into her. Soon her body is shuddering in an orgasmic wave that travels through her and seems to transfer itself to my clit via her tongue. I scream with pleasure and fall back on the mattress, as Sierra's tongue continues to deliver microscopic aftershocks into my pussy.

When I recuperate, I see Peter and Sierra still at it. He looks at me, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"Your turn, Aunt Jan?"

"Yes, Peter..." I say, my voice hoarse. It's going to happen!

Peter extracts himself from Sierra, and she rolls out from between us, smiling happily. He dives forward and I spread my thighs wide for him. Sierra guides his cock, spreading my vulva with her fingers.

Peter grunts, pushes, and he is halfway inside me.

We look at each other and pause for a moment, a little startled by the reality of what is happening. I hold his face in my hands, remembering the first time I saw him when Mary gave birth. I recall feeding him and caring for him, playing with him, teaching him to walk, dropping him off at school, helping with his homework...a hundred other things that happened as he grew into manhood...

And now, here he is, my beautiful nephew, his big cock stretching my yearning pussy.

I grab his muscled ass with both hands and pull him all the way in.

"Oh Wow! This is so hot!" Sierra exclaims. Her hands find our junction to fondle my clit and Peter's balls. Peter begins thrusting into me as if he has something to prove.

There is a loud buzz in my ears. My cunt is clutching Peter's slick shaft, enhancing the fiery friction of our fucking. Peter leans down over me to suck my nipples. Sierra's thumb on my button sends repeated waves of pleasure through my body.

Peter is turning out to be extremely creative, rotating his hips to reach remote corners of my vagina. He goes fast, then slow, then fast again, withdrawing completely every now and then, teasing my cunt-lips with the head of his cock, and then re-entering slowly, playfully.

I swear I have never been fucked so good, and believe me, I've had some good sex in my life.

Multiple orgasms rack my body and I cry out.

"I'm... gonna..." I hear Peter say.

Sierra has been waiting for this.

"Peter," she says matter-of-factly, "I want you to cum in my mouth please."

That gives him pause. He stares at her.

"Really?"

By way of answer, she drops to her knees at the foot of the bed, mouth open, eyes closed.

Peter dismounts me and positions himself over her. His hand works his cock so rapidly that it's a blur to my eyes (to be fair, so is everything else in the room right now...but you know what I mean...). I sit up to watch, riveted.

With an animal roar, Pete announces his climax, and dips his cock to Sierra's open lips. Long liquid strings of cum shoot into her mouth until Peter is spent. He squeezes the last couple of beads out of his now flaccid member. Not one drop has been spilt.

Sierra closes her mouth and looks at me inquiringly. I've seen this happen in some porn movies. I nod dumbly. She moves over to me. Her lips covers mine passionately. I feel my nephew's hot, thick cum flow into my mouth.

"Swallow it..." she commands.

I swallow.

Interlude: Sierra

It was half past midnight.

Peter slept between us, his arms outstretched under our necks. Janette was on his other side, her hand on his wilted cock. What a night it had been! Both of them were completely exhausted once I was done with them. To be honest, I was pretty 'done with' too.

I listened to their deep, rhythmic breathing for a long time. Once I was sure, I gingerly lifted myself off the bed. All good things and all that... It was time for me to go home.

I retrieved the microcamera from its vantage point. It had been child's play to plant it earlier, when I had sent Peter away for a glass of water. It looked like an innocent pen, and captured super high-definition video for six hours at a stretch.

During our evening, I had made sure that we were always in its field of view, inconspicuously repositioning it around the room a few times to get the best angles, unnoticed by my two playmates. I was sure we had a good harvest for tonight. A little slick editing was all that was required.

I dressed as fast as I could, stuck a post-it on the mirror with some Xs and Os and slipped out silently.