0 comments/ 288618 views/ 34 favorites Back Home By: Planet Paul was glad he had come home. Swimming here in his parent's backyard was ten times better than sitting in his danky old dorm room for the holiday. Even if it was just with his family. He was going to miss his friends (Damn them for going to Cancun without him!) and his girlfriend, Rachel. Especially Rachel. He loved their long make out sessions, feeling her warm body wrapped against his on the couch, touching her soft tits. He was hoping to go a little further and maybe get into her pants during the break, but no such luck. She had the money to go elsewhere, too. She was in Hawaii with her family. Oh, well. So he had come home for the break at his mother's insisting. She had pretty much guilted him into it. "You're sister's coming home," she had said, "Why can't you? We miss you. It seems all you want lately is money..." blah blah blah. So he had finally relented. At least Brandy was here. If she hadn't come home too then he really would've been miserable. He hadn't seen her in a long time, with them both leaving home for college. Despite what he usually said, he genuinely liked her. She was different than what he remembered though. He almost didn't recognize her when he got home. She was no longer the little annoying tomboy who used to follow him around all the time. A year in college had changed her. She had let her short chestnut hair grow out and had started to dress differently. The tight top she was wearing showed off her chest. Paul absentmindedly guessed she was probably about a C cup before realizing he was looking at his sister's tits. She had on makeup when they met at the airport. She never wore makeup. She's even lost some weight from what he could tell. No more baby fat. She felt like a woman when they had hugged. He definitely remembered that. Feeling her breasts press into him. That was different for sure. "Hey, loser, get your butt in the house! Mom says dinner in five minutes!" Brandy was smiling over him at the side of the pool. Paul slowly started to climb out of the pool. Just as he was about to swing his foot up to step out, Brandy reached her foot out and pushed him back in. When Paul resurfaced, sputtering water, Brandy was doubled over with laughter. "You... should have... seen... the look..." She was gasping for breath now trying to get out the sentence. Her effort ended as she again bent over with laughter. She never saw Paul's hand as it reached up and grabbed her ankle. Now it was Paul's turn to laugh when Brandy shrieked as she hit the water. "Oh! You! You're deadmeat now." Brandy was grinning as she grabbed Paul and tried to push him under. She jumped on his shoulders but she was no match for Paul now. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back around his body and shoved her under. As she struggled, he quickly countered, moving his hold on her. It was just like when they were younger. Brandy was just too small to get anything over on Paul unless she surprised him. She still squirmed though, trying to grab at anything she could. To be honest, Brandy was enjoying the feeling of Paul's body, of being close to him. Not that she would ever tell anyone, let alone Paul. She'd always had somewhat of a girlish crush on her big brother, and it embarrassed her. Paul began to notice that this was quite different from when they were younger after all. He was playing with a woman now. He felt her breasts rub against his chest as she tried to turn around and dunk him. He saw her smooth tanned legs under the water. He had never had to worry about what might end up in his hands when he grabbed at her before. All of this started to have the reaction on Paul that it had already had on Brandy. Paul felt his dick begin to stir in his trunks. Brandy felt it too. That was it. Getting a hard-on from playing with your sister was a little too much for Paul. He grabbed her and tossed her into the shallow end. "Had enough?" Brandy challenged. "Yea, I'm getting tired from beating on you shrimp. Besides, you need to get cleaned up before Mom yells at the both of us. Go get changed. I'll finish my laps." Paul spun away from Brandy and started swimming. He wasn't quick enough though, as Brandy caught what he was trying to hide before he turned away. She got out of the pool with a secret smile on her face and walked back in to the house, toweling off as she went. "Hey! Paul," Brandy whispered, "You asleep?" Paul groggily glanced up and saw Brandy standing in the doorway. "What are you doing in here? It's 3am," he said. "Go to bed." "I can't sleep. I was hoping we could talk. You seemed kinda upset with since we got out of the pool. You hardly said a word to me during dinner. Did I do something wrong?" Brandy put on the best pouty puppy-dog face she could. She was trying to sound sincere. She walked in and sat on the bed next to Paul. Paul immediately noticed what she was wearing. Or more important to him at that moment, what she wasn't wearing. She had on one of his old T-shirts and nothing else as far as he could tell. The shirt barely covered her little bottom. He felt her next to him on the bed. Paul felt himself starting to react again. He cursed himself for noticing and looked back up to her sad face. "Oh, no... You didn't do anything wrong. I guess I just wasn't in a talking mood, that's all." Paul mumbled. He was nowhere near the actor Brandy was. She knew he was lying. "Are you sure that's all it was? I thought you might be embarrassed..." Brandy trailed off. She scooted closer. "About what? Why would I be embarrassed?" "Well, you know... in the pool. I saw you after we were playing," Brandy blurted, "I saw your reaction." Paul was dumbfounded. He had no idea of what to say. He sat staring at his sister not believing his ears, his jaw in his lap. "Cause if it bothers you, it shouldn't," Brandy rushed, "I mean, I don't mind. Not at all. It happens. I'm kinda flattered. If it was because of me that is." Brandy was blushing in the dark room. "Was it, Paul? Because of me?" Paul was slowly easing out of his shock. She had seen it, maybe even felt it. But she didn't care. "Listen sis, I really don't wanna talk about this. So you saw me with a..." Paul stopped short. "So you saw me. I don't want to discuss this with my little sister. You're right. It happens." Brandy put her pouty face back on. "C'mon Paul, I thought we could talk about anything. I mean, we used to. Do I really bother you that much? I'm not that ugly, am I?" She knew that last one would get him. "No, no. You're not ugly at all." Brandon resigned himself and gave in to her little game. "Okay, if you're that upset about it... I actually think you are very beautiful, always have. But then you came back from school looking like this. All grown up. You're not the little sister I remember. Wrestling with you in the pool was like wrestling with my girlfriend or something. Yes, it got me excited a little and I'm sorry. Are you happy now?" Paul looked down, away from her, awaiting her reaction. In spite of himself, he could feel his erection tenting the boxers he was sleeping in. "Wow!" Brandy squealed "Do you mean it? You really think I'm pretty?". "Shhhhh! You're gonna wake up Mom and Dad." Paul hissed. "Oh, sorry," Brandy whispered, "But do you really think I'm pretty, or were you just saying that?" "Yes, I really think you're pretty. I told you, didn't I?" "Thank you, Paul. Thank you. I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." Brandy threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek repeatedly. Paul laughed and hugged her back. "Well, you're welcome sis. I'm just glad you don't hate me or think I'm some pervert or something. I mean you are my sister. I didn't mean to react like that." "You mean like you are now?" Brandy whispered in his ear. She moved her leg against his hardness to emphasize her point. Paul jumped like he had been shocked. He didn't think she had noticed. "It's okay. I told you I don't mind." Paul noticed huskiness in her voice. Brandy again rubbed her thigh against her older brother. A moan escaped Paul's lips before he could stop himself. "Been awhile big brother? I barely touched you," Brandy giggled. She continued to rub herself against him. Paul snapped out of it and went to push Brandy away. This was getting out of hand and quick. Brandy caught onto him and moved herself accordingly. When Paul went to grab her, he ended up with a handful of her breast. Paul was shocked, but couldn't seem to move his hand away. He was just frozen. He had never dreamed of touching his sister there. "So why don't you move your hand, you idiot!" his mind screamed. The longer he stayed there, the harder it was to move his hand. He just stared into her eyes and kept his hand on her chest. Brandy was feeling the same way. She had never really meant to go this far. At least not consciously. Paul's hand felt so warm against her breast. It felt so good. She had never let anyone touch her there before. She moved further up into Paul's hand, still rubbing her thigh against him. Her breathing picked up. "Brandy," Paul's breathing had picked up too, "What are we doing? You're my sister!" "I don't know, Paul. But your hand feels so good on me. Just don't stop please." Paul slowly squeezed and began to massage her breast and Brandy let out a low moan. She slowly leaned closer and touched her lips to his. She had let go. Her body was running the show now. Paul was torn. She felt so soft and warm against him. When her lips brushed past his, he returned her kiss. He slowly let his tongue run across her lips, enjoying his first taste of his sister. Brandy's hand traveled down his body, grasping his hardness in her hand and squeezing. She reached into his boxers, pulling him out into the open and touching his hard cock for the first time. Brandy was fascinated by his cock. She had never felt anything like it. It was so hot under her little hand. It felt as if it responded when she squeezed it. There was definitely something going on under the skin. She slowly glided her hand up to the tip, feeling the difference in the spongy tip and the hard shaft. She pinched the tip and rubbed her thumb in circles over it, rubbing in the wetness forming there. She then slid her fist back down to the base, enjoying the way his skin slid with her hand. She repeated this, liking the way it made her brother gasp and moan. Paul was in heaven. He loved the feeling of his cock being caressed and fondled by someone other than himself. All of his previous concerns had left his mind. He continued to kiss his sister, running his tongue into her mouth and then retreating when she countered. She was so receptive to his kisses, trying to suck on his tongue or lips whenever he had to come up for air. He gently rubbed his hand in little circles on her breast. Her little nipple rose up to met his hand. He pinched it and teased it back and forth, causing goosebumps down her legs. He felt her smooth legs increase in pressure against his own. Brandy wrapped herself around Paul's leg while she moved her hand up and down his cock. Paul pulled her closer. It seemed they couldn't get close enough for either of them. Paul's hand left her wonderfully soft breast for a moment and ran down to her legs. They were almost hot to the touch and had recently been shaved. They felt very smooth. He ran his hands up the back of her thighs, getting closer to the hem of the shirt. He continued on under the shirt to where her panties should have started. Paul gripped her ass and was amazed to find nothing but skin. He massaged the muscles of her ass for a moment and then continued to rub up her back, hiking the shirt up farther. Brandy was softly moaning into his mouth, occasionally getting in an "Oh, that feels good," between kisses. When Paul's hand reached her shoulders, the shirt was bunched around her neck, completely exposing her back. It was starting to get in the way. Brandy raised herself off of Paul, sad to lose contact even for a moment, and lifted the T shirt over her head. Even in the dim light Paul was incredibly turned on by what he saw. She was a vision. Her breasts did not seem to sag at all and her flat stomach ran to her well-trimmed pubic mound. He could just make out moisture hanging on her engorged pussy lips. She lay back on the bed and Paul was immediately at her side running his hands all over her body. He touched her bare breasts and played with her nipples, gently bending his head to sample it. He took her gasp as a good sign and let his tongue travel across the valley between her breasts to the other nipple. He teased it with his tongue before taking the whole nipple into his mouth and sucking. Brandy pushed her chest further into his mouth and her hips began moving on their own. Paul ran his hand down her stomach to her pussy. He gently rubbed her outer lips until she was writhing on the bed. His finger slipped into her seemingly on its own and she moaned loudly. Paul moved his mouth from her breast to her mouth to silence her. He slowly moved his finger in and out of her and tried to get a second finger in. He managed, but only because she was so wet. It was a tight fit. Paul realized how inexperienced she must be. He ran his fingers up to find her clit. It wasn't very difficult, it was quite pronounced from her excitement. He pinched and rubbed it, getting the little nub wet with her juices. Brandy was about to go out of her mind. She had never felt like this before. Pressure was building up in her and she felt like she was about to explode. When Paul rubbed her clit, something gave. She felt the pressure explode and course through her body, starting at her pussy and traveling to every nerve ending in her body. She again moaned loudly into Paul's mouth, moving her hips up and own off the bed, trying to fuck his fingers. Every muscle in her body seemed to be tensing and relaxing over and over again. Slowly the pressure seemed to run its course after a couple of minutes and Brandy went limp. She was shiny with sweat. Her first orgasm did nothing to quench her desire, however. When she caught her breath and opened her eyes, Paul was smiling down at her. "Oh, Paul! That was wonderful," she whispered. "I want you. I want you inside me. Please Paul, make love to me." Without a word, Paul moved on top of her. He moved up her body and kissed her again, pressing his hard dick against her wet pussy. He moved his whole length against her pussy lips, getting himself wet with her juices. After several minutes and after having to slow down a couple times so he didn't cum too early, Paul lined the head of his cock up to her entrance. He pushed in slowly and the head of his dick slid into her. Now it was Paul's turn to moan. He tried to push in further, but couldn't. She was too tight. Paul backed out and tried to slowly move in again. He pushed further inside, but still was not even half way inside of her. Brandy was trying to meet each of Paul's thrusts and was almost ready to orgasm again. She was sliding her pussy against however much of Paul's dick she could get inside of her. Paul put his hands against her hips and slowly backed out again. "Slowly, sis. I don't want to hurt you. You're very tight." "Paul, it doesn't hurt. You feel wonderful inside of me. It feels like you're filling me up." "Okay Brandy. But it is going to hurt in a second. It will pass, though. I promise. You feel so good wrapped around my cock I just have to be all the way inside of you. Now!" With that Paul covered her mouth and sought her tongue with his own. He pulled his hips back and forcefully pushed his dick back into his sister. He felt her resistance break and Brandy cried into his mouth with pain. Paul had to stop moving to keep from cumming. He stayed still for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his cock. It felt as if he was getting harder inside of her. She felt so wet and warm and her pussy walls were squeezing him on all sides. Paul began to flex the muscles in his butt and legs, grinding the base of his cock against her clit. Brandy finally opened her eyes and Paul saw tears standing in her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, it hurt real bad for a minute, but now I think I'm okay. It's starting to feel good again. Start moving like you were before. That felt good." Paul drew his full length out of her to the head and slowly slid it back in. Her pussy grabbed at his cock and seemed to ripple along his whole dick as it passed into her. "Ohhhhh, like that, Paul. I like that. Keep going," Brandy groaned. She began to move her hips up to meet with Paul as he slid into her. Their rhythm clicked and Paul began to pick up the pace. He now glided easily in and out and felt his orgasm approaching. Paul shortened his strokes and again ground his cock against her clit. Brandy wrapped her legs around him and grasped at his back, trying to pull him deeper inside of her. That was it for Paul. He could feel the cum traveling from deep in his balls and out of his cock. He slammed himself as deep as he could and unloaded deep into his sister's pussy, pressing himself harder into her with each surge from his cock. He stopped kissing her and buried his head into her neck as he groaned. "Don't stop, please. I'm... I'm... cumming!" He was trying to whisper, but it almost came out as a yell. Brandy could feel the warmth flowing into her and it triggered her own orgasm as well. It was even better than with his fingers, she had something to fill her up. She felt complete. She thrashed beneath him on the little bed and tried to squeeze him as tight as she could. She felt their mixed juices running down the crack of her ass. Paul slowly slid out of Brandy and rolled off of her. They were both panting, trying to catch their breath. "I can't believe that we... I mean, that you... I just..." Paul couldn't form a complete sentence, much less express the confusing emotions running through him now. He rolled over and kissed his sister on the lips, letting his tongue slip into her mouth. "You'd better get back to your room. It's almost 5 o'clock." "I know. I'm going." Brandy grabbed her T shirt and kissed Paul on the cheek. "I'll see you later," she said as she squeezed his soft cock. She then slipped out of the room. The little play on words was not lost on Paul. He laid back and thought about what had just happened. Maybe this would turn out to be a good holiday after all... Back Home I was home again. I had to wait two years to drive around my both loved and hated adopted hometown. There were so many things to do, places to go, old friends to see, memories to reclaim. A whole week flew by before I managed to see Linda. I was sure that it'd be as if we'd never parted. I was looking forward to a quiet evening at her house, eating one of her wonderful dishes, drinking red wine, chatting with her and her boyfriend Ron. I couldn't wait to see his two kids and see if I could still recognise them. And so it was. I was invited around, everyone glad to see each other again. She had lost so much weight I could hardly recognised her. It had never occurred to me asking that when she told me by email that she had been sick quite often the previous year. Then again, what I remembered -and matter the most- about her the most was her deliciously wicked sense of humour, our closeness –before she declared her love for me, and her drilling flirting with me. Even before dinner was served, it was just like as if I had been there the week before. She was again flirting with me – in fact, it was more than flirting. Right from the second she first saw me, she wouldn't stop saying how good I looked –and she really meant it. Ron patiently laughed and ignored his wife's blatant flirting with me. After all, he knew neither of us –especially not me- would do anything beyond talking. I had a fantastic time, and couldn't wait to come back again. We made sketchy plans for the weekend –maybe we could all go walking and have a picnic somewhere. On Friday Linda called me to say there had been a change of plans. They had forgotten that it was Ron's ex-wife's birthday, and that we would be taking the kids over around mid afternoon. They had agreed that Linda could meet me, have lunch or something. So we did. The weather was just perfect: sunny, hot without being unbearable, not a cloud in sight. We decided to take a drive around, and then have lunch somewhere outdoors. I left my hired car at her house, and right from the moment she saw me, the flirting started again. I usually refrained from flirting back, fearing that she'd still harbour feelings for me, but after a short while, I decided it was just harmless fun. Besides, the hot weather, the joy of being back and the light-headed mood were making me feel quite reckless. As we sat down for lunch, the verbal flirting had become now physical. We laughed at the poor waiter, who kept watching us tease each other and laugh, ready to drop his tray anytime. The flirting never went beyond lewd smiles, slight touches of fingers way too high the thighs. In fact, it was all perfectly innocent fun. Or so that is what I thought until I went to the toilet just before our coffees arrived. I was totally drenched, my sex so sensitive that the second I pulled my panties down, the mid-summer air felt cold against my skin. For a brief moment I thought of taking the matter into my own hands, but why spoil the fun? I freshened up a bit. Sometime during the short process, and before I could think whether I should or not, I took my panties off. I put my loose shorts back on, stuffed the panties in the pocket and walked back into the restaurant. I felt I was gliding between the tables. Linda's eyes found me, and she smiled –happy, admiringly. It was like old times –before we parted long before I left. The coffees arrived and we didn't stop talking or laughing for a minute, although I had become quite distracted with the heat, the tenderness of my sex. Any small movement made the rough cotton of the shorts brush lightly my thighs or the short curls higher up. It was as if sitting on a live wire. Linda realised something was happening. 'What have you done?' I grinned mischievously and said nothing. 'Come on, tell me?' 'No, I'll get in trouble...' 'I love trouble. Especially when you're it. Tell me'. The last two words came out as a hoarse whisper, a command. 'See for yourself. My short pocket' She reached out, and when she took her hand out and saw my g-string, she gasped. For a second she stopped breathing, and I felt my heart pulsating right in the middle of my sex. 'You are evil' I gave her my best mock-angelical smile and sat back on the chair. For a minute or two, she kept the panties in her fist, and looked down. Then she raised her head towards the waiter and signed an invisible bill mid-air. 'We better go home now. I need a cold shower urgently. You may even have to drive' I laughed out loud, thinking I had finally outdone her. Eventually she drove. The sun was already beginning to lose its grip, and the air came like a caress through the open windows. I didn't want to go back to her house. Not to Ron, not to two screaming kids. Not like this. I realised I had gone too far, and that I'd have to return to my brother's house in an awfully frustrated state. But we still had a half an hour drive, and since the music was playing, I decided to have one last dance. This time I didn't do anything. I simply sat back, my legs slightly parted –with my left knee almost touching the gear stick. I wanted to see –needed to see- if she'd dare to really touch me. She did. As we reached a busy commercial street, the traffic lights kept making us stop. The first two times, she changed back to first avoiding my knee. The third, however, she warned me. 'Better get that leg out of my way. I might misbehave' 'Really? What would you do?' 'This' She run her fingernails very slowly up the inside of my thigh, all the way from my knee to the spot where the car behind blew its horn, and a rough male scream politely asked to move out of the fucking way. The next red traffic light we met, she leaned over slightly to my side. 'I think I left something here' Her fingertips brushed my thigh, from the outside in, until her fingers were almost underneath the edge of my shorts. 'Are you sure? I don't see it'. I tried to sound playful but all I managed was a low whisper. 'Yes, you're right. I should look more carefully' She took her hand away and changed to first gear, and pulled forward. At the next street, she took a right turn. I realised she was taking the long way home, and my stomach dropped, melting as it hit my legs. She let the car in second gear, easy along the empty tree-lined street. 'So, where do you think it might be?' Her fingers retraced her steps, and reached the seam of my shorts. I opened my legs slowly, as if casually, allowing her all the room she needed to do whatever she wanted to. Her fingertips moved terribly slowly, gaining a centimetre and going back half. My legs started trembling quite visibly. I looked at her looking at the road, her lips open, her face tense. 'What do we have here...?' She took her hand away and I gasped when I realised what had happened. She was rubbing her thumb against her index and middle finger; the fingertips were glowing with my wetness. I hoped she'd park, return to where she'd left me and rescue me, but she didn't. She simply put her hand back where it was, and I felt the cold of my unrestrained juices being painted on small circles all over my skin. I couldn't pretend any longer. My breathing was louder that the engine and the moans freed themselves one after the other. I grabbed her right wrist, but she wouldn't move her hand closer or faster. I gave in. Her fingers got closer, and made first contact with my drench hair. She run the back of her fingers over it, and that very slight movement felt like an earthquake on my clit. I could have come right there, but I held on. I bit my lip, closed my eyes and somehow to beg her to park the car. She drove on for a while longer, and then she stopped alongside a high wall. I recognised the back of high school in her neighbourhood –now empty of students. She took her hand away, and turned over to me. 'I want you to see what I found' She took my left hand, and moved it over to my damp, sticky thigh. I was utterly flooded. 'I want to see you touching yourself'. Her voice was so sexual I felt dizzy. I looked at her parted lips, her tongue barely touching the inside of her lips, her breasts pushing her shirt rapidly, her eyes transfixed following each movement of my hand. I did the best I could without spoiling it all by bursting in the orgasm I desperately needed. I stopped. 'Enough. Kiss me'. I had regained some control, and my words came out clearly, strongly. She leaned forward and I took her lower lip between mine. I licked it until she moaned, then slipped my tongue in, meeting hers. My hands reached out under her loose shirt. I barely stopped until I reached her breasts. Then I stopped and circled the soft roundness avoiding direct contact with her nipples. I lifted her bra and took my hand away without breaking the kiss. She protested and I pulled away, smiling in silence. I slid my fingers to my sex, and returned to her breast. This time, I touched the nipple on the tip, spreading my sticky juices over it. She threw her head back, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. I leaned closer. 'I want to feel your fingers inside of me. Now' I threw the sit back two notches and slid back on the seat, my legs wide open, the skin shining clearly in the fading daylight. Her eyes met mine, half closed, watery with lust. Her fingers reached my leg and slowly made their way to the over under my shorts. She run her fingertips through my soft, trimmed bush and finally reached the engorged lips. I felt the pulsations racking me inside. I closed my eyes and felt the fingers sliding in through and past the folds, one at a time. They stopped, drew a slow circle right on the entrance of my canal and slid them right inside, curving them until she found my g-spot. I shook into a near-foetal position. 'Undress me. I want my sex naked for you' She took her fingers away from inside of me, just as painfully slowly as they had gone in. She opened the button, lowered the zip, and together we slid my shorts down. 'Oh. God' She was panting like I would have, hadn't I been gagged by the desire to feel those fingers inside of me again. She entered me again, this time with the middle finger, while the palm of her hand massaged my clit. She drew them right out, running her fingers through the folds until reaching the clit, and returned right inside, over and over again. 'Make me come. Please' She left a couple of fingers inside while her thumb teased my clit. I felt the heat rising, flooding my face, my insides freezing and then exploding wave after wave, drenching her hand, the seat. She kept caressing my sex softly, until all the spasms were gone. I was too weak to move, too spent to be in any condition to turn to her. She kissed me softly, deeply, her tongue caressing the contour of my lips and tongue. At last she gave me a soft peck, and pulled back. Her face was so beautiful, beaming with a devoted peace, flushed with lust. I reached over and touched her leg. She stopped me gently, and then guided my hand over to her sex, under her skirt. Her panty was completely soaked. I slid a finger underneath and she was so incredibly hot and smooth. I reached her opening and flicked my finger right there. She started shaking, and I slid my finger to her clit without having entered in her. I circled it gently, barely moving my fingers, the wet panties sticking to the back of my hand. I pulled the panties to one side and this time I reached as deep inside of her as my long fingers could, feeling the rough recesses of her sex, the bumps, the sticky river running through. I pressed on her clit, and her hips rose to increase the pressure. I left my palm and fingers work her rhythm, and put my lips next to her ear. 'I want to taste you, lick you all over, inside. I want you to taste how you come in my mouth' I didn't have the time. That very instant she exploded around my fingers, the contractions massaging my finger, caressing it, squeezing it. I kept moving my fingers around inside of her very slowly, waking up little contractions in their path, until she guided my hand outside of her, and into her own hands. She put her forehead of my shoulder. 'You better cover yourself. I'm in enough trouble as is.' We laughed and let the world back into focus. The sun was almost gone, the last golden orange rays caressing the rooftops and tree-tops. It feels so good to be back home. Back Home A quick note: Thank you to ArdisX for taking the time to edit this story. "How many tickets will you be purchasing today?" the voice asked through my telephone. I took a moment to think carefully. I'm sure to many it didn't seem like a difficult question. But then, maybe those people never had to bury their best friend, and a loved one, as I had to. My brother Johnny, who coincidently had been just that to me, was mentally challenged his entire life. We grew up in the city, and were raised by our mother. As his elder brother, I was responsible for taking care of Johnny. I was to make sure he did his chores and homework, and any other responsibilities kids usually have. She died two months after I graduated high school. With the money left to me, and some funds from family members, I decided to move into a small town outside of Klamath Falls, Oregon. Life was good. Hell, life was great. Johnny and I took part in a small community where each person was treated with dignity and respect. And in that time my brother and I were happier than anyone could have imagined. Thirteen years went by, before that fate full day arrived. The town doctor had told me that based on Johnny's condition, he would only live a fraction of the time a normal person would. I hit him in the face for calling Johnny different. It was the only time I've ever raised my fist in anger. But when I went to wake Johnny on that Tuesday morning I knew that his fraction of life that had been promised was now over. I shook him a few times, calling out his name, but there was no response. He just lay there in his homemade pajamas, lifeless. I collapsed over his body in anguish, and let a few tears run down my cheek. My best friend, and brother, had died. "Mr. Scott? Are you there?" "Yes, one ticket. One way please, I won't be coming back." As smoothly as my words came out, they felt far from it. I had never traveled alone. Johnny had always been there to keep me company, and though he rarely made any sense, I still could make out his intentions. "Ok, than, I've got you down for a one-way ticket to Berkeley, California." The man waited for my acknowledgment, which I never gave. Part of me wanted to go live with my family, and part of me didn't. I knew that Johnny was buried here, and for that single reason, I wanted to stay. But if I stayed I would be utterly alone. And I must admit I feared that with all my heart. I did not want to turn into the old man whose highlight is to visit a filled grave. "O...K..." the ticket mans voice said with obvious confusion. "So your tickets are here at the Klamath Falls Train Station. You'll need proper ID, along with your credit card." "Thank you," I said politely. The next morning I woke up, realizing that it would be the last time I woke in this house. This would be the last time I ate breakfast at the table, or brushed my teeth in the bathroom. Once I had walked outside, past the "Sold" sign, I stopped for a moment. Brief case in hand, I turned to take one final look at the house that in all ways had signified peace and joy before Tuesday. I remembered Johnny's laughter, and the way his eyes lit up when he saw a movie, or watched the TV. As I drove away in the Taxi, I tried to watch the house for as long as I could, until it faded away into the morning fog, and out of my life. **** The train was a scheduled seven hour trip, but anyone who's taken the train can imagine that it took a significantly longer amount of time. On that trip I had only my thoughts and questions to keep me entertained. I had only met the family members who I was going to meet and live with once. It was Christmas and my Mom had thrown a big party, inviting family from all corners of America to partake. That is were I met Uncle Louie and Aunt Sara for the first time. Uncle Louie had at that time a full head of hair, and an even fuller belly. It was as wide as he was tall. But he was nice enough. It was partly his funds that allowed Johnny and me to move. What I remember of Aunt Sara was not her generosity with her pocket book, but rather her genuine care. Every time she hugged me it was as if the entire world embraced me. "Ben! Benjamin!" A body lunged at me and embraced. It was Aunt Sara. She had managed to find me within the crowd. Behind her, trying to keep up, was her tall husband George. "Benny!" she shouted with excitement, "you made it! How are you!?! Safe Trip?!?" Her blond hair had gotten into her mouth. Before my lips could form an answer, she had already gone onto the next subject. "Frank, your Uncle, couldn't make it. Business or something," her hand waved in the air as if in question. "But he said he'd meet us at the house. Of course he thought it'd be ok for us to drop everything, which for you we did of course. You'd think his fiancé could lend a hand." She put an extra sour emphasis on fiancé. "Honey," George interrupted, "I'm sure Ben's had a long trip and-" "Oh, of course!" she said looking at George, then at me. "Of course," and she was off to get the car, with a rather determined expression planted on her kind. George smiled gently and held his hand out for my brief case. As we walked out the train station he patted me gently on the back. "Welcome" When we arrived at Uncle Franks house, there were no lights on. George carried my things to the large mahogany door, and Sara knocked. No response. She knocked again, this time with more force and less patience. Scuffling could be heard, followed by Uncle Frank answering in his nightwear. He had aged less gracefully than Aunt Sara. The once thick hair was all but gone, with only a thin ring around the sides. His eyes drooped, and face had wrinkled. "Benjamin!" he shouted, just now noticing me. " How are you?" "I thought you were working," Sara said a little annoyed. Uncle Frank's attention shifted. "Ah, yes well, it turns out that I finished a little early," he said with an apologetic smile. Through gritted teeth Sara began to say something, but George cut in. "Ah, well then it looks like everything is in its place," he said, looking at Sara, who was clearly filled with rage. Uncle Frank took his queue by saying quickly "We'll see you tomorrow for brunch. Night!" and slammed the door. I had to hand it to George, he had a great sense of timing, though I'm sure Sara would give him hell for it later. Frank, unlike George, did not take my suite case. He was of a different kind, as evident by his house. It was huge, by my standards. Not so much in the elegant fashion, but in a more of a compensational feel. We walked through the living room and headed towards the stairs. Each step of the steep carpeted stair well felt even more heavy due to my bag. "When I heard your train was so late I tried to take a nap," Frank explained while shrugging, "Guess it got away from me." Though his words were flawless, Franks tone definitely was not in seek of forgiveness. More of a formality; something he believed that should be said to air out any withstanding awkwardness. Finally we reached the top of the fourth story, all of us out of breath. "I've been looking at installing an elevator," Frank said, while being clearly exhausted. "We'll see how the fourth quarter treats me, eh?" he nodded to George. George was bent over, and simply stared at Frank. Once all had caught their breath, we walked down a hall with six doors, I assumed all were guest rooms. Frank stopped in front of the third room from the left. "This is you," Frank said, "and you're welcome to stay in it as long as you want." This time his words felt genuine. "Thanks," I said and went in, throwing my suite case onto the queen size bed. He showed me my bed bathroom and closet. He told me that right now I was the only one in the guest building so I could expect a lot of privacy. Before leaving he paused and turned. "Listen Ben," he said gently, "I gotta let you know that I'm real sorry about John." Though this might have been awkward, it wasn't. I just smiled and thanked him. Once he had left I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep instantly. The next morning I walked into the kitchen, located in the first house. As I walked in it was obvious that the battle between my Aunt and Uncle had resumed from the night before. I sat across from George, who was reading the local paper as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. But as I sat on the creaky wooden chair, Sara and Frank stopped momentarily. He grimaced and dug into his pocket, retrieving some bills. Sara simply said, "Told ya." I looked at George with raised eyebrows. Without looking away from his paper he said, "They bet over who would wake first, you or Anetta." "And I won," Sara said, raising the money in triumph. "Who's Anetta?" I asked, while grabbing some bacon and eggs from a pan. "Anetta is my fiancé. She's Russian," Frank said with a devilish smile. "How'd you two meet? Business?" I asked. George looked over his paper at the developing situation for a moment. There was an awkward silence. "Yes, Frank, how did you two meet?" Sara asked slyly. But he was saved the entrance of his Russian love. Anetta came walking in, dressed simply enough in spaghetti string tank top, with a skirt that modestly came to her mid thigh. She was probably no taller than 5 1/2 feet, with a lean physique. Anetta's face was of an angel, with the perfectly full lips, and a cute nose. As she walked by me, I couldn't help but stare first at her firm cleavage, and her perfectly tanned and toned legs. She glided by me barefooted, and I couldn't help but notice her taut back end wiggle and drop with every step. Anetta flipped her dirty blond hair out of the way and kissed Frank lovingly. But her ice blue eyes were focused on me, piercing a hole through my own. I nearly pissed my pants. "Oh, how rude. This is Anetta, my fiancé," Frank said turning towards me with a smile. "Nice to meet you," was all I could manage. The room's intensity had disappeared. Sara, who was very pretty as well, simply sat there at peace, as though the preceding arguments had never occurred. Anetta smiled towards me and nodded. My uncle suddenly looked slightly uncomfortable. "She, er, doesn't speak much English," he said while looking at her. But there are some times that words are meaningless. After my uncle and Anetta had left, I walked over to Sara and started talking. "So," I said, "how did Frank end up with a beautiful Russian woman, whose probably not even half his age, and doesn't speak English?" The words rolled off my tongue more casually than sarcastically. Sara analyzed the question for a moment. "Well Ben, have you ever heard of a mail order bride?" she asked. "Well, yeah, but I never thought..." "A rich, single, old guy would do that?" she said finishing my sentence. "Well Frank would, and he did," Sara said with a little hostility. I looked at George to see if he disagreed, but he just looked down at his paper. Over the next few weeks, I spent my time on Frank's property, rarely going out. I had no intention, or immediate drive, to starting a new life. So instead I did the only thing I could call a passion in my life. I read. In my room, by the pool and fireplace, I learned things I could only imagine doing. Oddly enough I would end up sharing this time with Anetta. Both of us stayed by the property; me by choice, her on orders. I suppose Frank didn't relish the idea of anyone outside his family finding out about his dealings with mail order brides. Often times when I read by the pool she'd join me in exotic and revealing little bikinis that showed off her flawless body. My sun glasses hid me as my wondering eyes rolled over her curves. And although I knew it was wrong, I began to like Anetta more than just simple aquatints. I began to anticipate and count on her beautiful presence, rather than consider it a pleasant surprise. I began to become infatuated. One particular day I was watching Our Stories, and had seen Anetta in a thin white skirt and strapless top. She was of course barefoot again. Normally feet are rather a formality to me. Back in high school, the last time I dated, it was more important that the girl had a tight stomach or firm breasts, for which she had both. But Anetta's feet were something special, and like the rest of her almost too beautiful. She climbed on the couch next to me and as her butt went down her skirt flew up, exposing her inner thigh and underwear. She knew I'd seen and smiled, blushing a little. "It's OK," she said delicately through a thick Russian accent. It was enough for me to excuse myself from the room. Here I was, invited into my uncle's estate with open arms, and all I could do was steal looks at his fiancé? After walking up into my room and opening the red door I decided to put it out of my mind by reading my book. But slowly I became drowsy and fell into a deep sleep. I dreamt that I hadn't left the couch. Anetta had noticed me glancing at her underwear and blushed saying something in Russian. I tried to say sorry, but she started to get up. I didn't know what to do, so I kissed her. Anetta was stunned. Those perfectly full lips quivered for a moment, and she smashed her face against mine. Her tongue dodged at mine and I grabbed her firm ass. Some how she was missing her underwear. She threw me on my back and stripped her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. Her dime-sized nipples were pink and swollen. Anetta ripped my shirt open and kissed my chest. I flipped so I was on top and began sucking her ample sized breasts. She moaned and twisted her body. I traced my tongue down to her inner thigh and kissed up until I reached the border of her wet pussy. "Lick my pussy, Ben. Make me cum," she said in Russian, which I some how understood. Her body wriggled in anticipation, and her hands clutched my hair as I lowered my head. I was about to eat her out when I awoke, with a jolt, cock in hand. But there was something strange, my door was cracked open and through it I saw two ice blue eyes. I got up slowly. It was not my intent to catch her though, no reason to embarrass anyone. But as I left my room I looked down to see a damp spot on the rug After that day Anetta and I seemed to never see each other. I didn't know if it was intentional or not on her part, but it wasn't on mine. One night, several weeks later, my Uncle threw a small party by the pool. By small I mean about 200 people. I was talking to a few people, a travel agent and an editor. The editor, who I noticed never took off his dark green glasses, seemed to like me enough to offer an interview for an internship, even though I hadn't gone to college. He said I had the "stuff," and though I didn't know what that meant, I was pretty sure it was a good thing. This, in truth was what I needed. I had some cash from the house, but not enough to retire at 31. So I of course agreed. A few hours went by and I grew tired and bored of all the wealthy old people. Each person was the same. They all were rich and shallow, and I'm sure left their mail order brides in the house, as Jack had done. But envied Anetta. Apart from the editor, these men were all obsessed with their own success, and nothing more. It was like having a conversation with three autobiographical books. So I decided to retire for the night, and watch TV. After plopping down onto the couch, I was disrupted immediately by a faint, but noticeable whimper. I rose and searched the house, investigating for something suspicious. I eventually found Anetta in a small room crying and cursing to herself. I opened the door a crack to watch. "That fucking prick thinks he can just lock me up here," she muttered between tears. Next to her was a bottle of whiskey, and a shot glass. I walked in and sat across from her. She was utterly shocked, mouth agape, and sat frozen with a whiskey shot glass mid way to her mouth. I took her glass and flipped my head back. After the burn left, I looked back at Anetta who was still sitting with her mouth open. "So how long have you spoke English?" I asked calmly. My voice didn't display the shock that was settling into my mind. Anetta's face was all bunched up as she tried to think of excuses or explanations, but none came. A few tears streaked down her face and she shrugged. "I don't know, all my life," she said quietly. Even her voice was sweet. More tears streamed down, but this time I caught them with my hand. "Don't worry about it," I said, "I'm not gunna tell anyone, especially my Uncle." To this she looked at me dumfounded. It wasn't just because I liked her. No good would come from anyone else knowing. "So what, you're a scammer after his money?" I asked. Anetta shook her head no. I took another shot, knowing it probably wasn't wise drinking with a woman you lusted after, but I also knew that our drinking lightened an already awkward situation. "No, I am actualy from Russia," she said, "In fact I was raised there. But I always would visit my father here in America. I wanted to become a citizen, which he never did, but it is nearly impossible if you're not rich. So I entered a program that guaranteed citizenship, the only catch being I had to marry a man I didn't know." This time she took the shot glass from my hand, as I sat there stunned. She took a shot. It was quite astonishing hearing this woman talk fluently, with absolutely no accent, after thinking for months, that she couldn't. "So, in this program they teach you to be a perfect wife or something?" She laughed and handed me the glass. I filled the shot. "God no. If they knew I spoke English they wouldn't have let me come," she said looking into my eyes. "They teach us ways to please our husbands to ensure our marriage is successful. Cooking, cleaning," she paused and looked down, "sex." I raised an eyebrow and drank. Anetta took the glass. "So you and Frank, have, uh, sex then?" The alcohol began to kick in, as evident by my bold question. I was fishing and she knew it. She stopped filling the glass for a moment and scanned me with those ice blue eyes. "No, I think he believes that I must wait until the wedding day," Anetta said, continuing to pour. "I do things to keep him at bay, and life moves on." Her eyes had glazed over and I knew she was also feeling the alcohol. Anetta asked me," So why are you out here, Ben? Why move in to Frank's house?" Her question was ballsy; I'll give her that. She saw the sadness in my eyes, before I shifted my glance down, searching for words. I looked up and began to move my lips, but nothing came out. Anetta gave me a nod and the glass and I took a shot. By this time we were both pretty light-headed from the drinks. She stood and walked towards my chair. It wasn't until then, that I saw what she wore. It was an elegant but sexy strapless dress, which reached her lower thigh, and her hair up in a ponytail. Anetta stopped in front of my chair, biting her lower lip as if in debate over what to do. She raised a leg and straddled my crotch. We kissed, lightly at first, and than more and more passionately. I grabbed her ass and massaged it. "I have a confession," she whispered in my ear, as her hips began to grind. "I saw you in bed last week masturbating. I heard you moaning my name." I tried to explain but she put a finger on my lips. "No one has ever made me that horny," Anetta paused to lick my ear, then whispered, "no one." She got up and walked to the door, her ass dropping and rocking side to side. "Third floor, follow the change." She bent over, reaching under her dress to pull off a red thong which she then handed to me. It was skimpy, more of a G-string, and damp. "Your ticket," Anetta whispered with an alluring smile. I ran up the stairs that lead to my room on the fourth floor. It was amazing not only how quickly I could climb, but how well my body had sustained the exercise. The excitement that coursed through my body was not one dimensional, though there was a great deal pending on Anetta. The possibilities of being caught, and perhaps severely injured by Frank somehow only added to the exhilaration. Back Home I reached into my suitcase and grabbed a condom I had received years earlier. The expiration date was still good. I walked onto my deck briefly to make sure my Uncle's party was still lively. There was a man dancing on a table with no music, and no rhythm. It vaguely looked like the man who had offered me an internship. But aside from that, everyone looked like they were busy. I walked down a flight of stairs, and looked for change, but saw nothing. I walked with care as to make sure not to miss any thing. The dim lights sure didn't help. Finally, about half way down the hall something shiny caught my eye. Then another, and another. My heart began to pound with excitement. I held a coin up closer to the poor light. It was foreign. I followed the bread path of coins, making sure to pick up each one. They led me to the most secluded room of the hallway. It was not visible from the entrance of the hallway. My hand found the doorknob, which was locked. The door opened enough for Anettas slender hand to reach out. "Ticket!" I pulled the underwear from my pocket and handed it. The door creaked open, and exposed the candle lit room. Anetta stood in the center with only a see through nightie. I took a moment to scan her body. I could see she was hairless on her mound. Anetta pulled me inside and kissed me passionately, and took my shirt off. She made it feel like there was some sort of urgency. Who was I to complain though, I hadn't gotten any since 18, and she probably hadn't had sex since leaving Russia. Anetta jumped into my arms, and rapped her legs around my hips for support. We kissed more and more, and I couldn't get enough of fondling her ass. Between kisses Anetta got down and fell to her knees. She unbuckled and stripped my pants off, along with shoes and socks. All that was between those full lips of hers, and my cock, was a thin piece of fabric, which she was slowly pulling off. "Oh my god," she whispered. Those blue eyes met mine as she put my rock hard cock in her soft hand. "You're so big!" I hadn't ever truly analyzed my penis until now, but it seemed to be true. Her hand could barely wrap around it, as she slowly stroked it. I felt Anetta's warm mouth surround my member. She barely fit half of it in, and used her hand to pump the base. I could feel the head of my shaft tapping her throat. Anetta quickened the pace, so that her hand was a blur and a slurping noise resonated throughout the room. My other head was dizzy and I felt the pressure building in my balls. She could sense it and took me out of her wet mouth, but continued to slowly stroke me. "Ben?" she asked while still on her knees. "Do you want to fuck me or make love to me?" Her question was innocent, but I didn't know what to say. She was apparently less drunk than I was. "What do you want?" I asked. She took a moment. "Well," she said, "will we do this again, or is this a one night stand?" Anetta's hand was still stroking my cock. I knew it wasn't fair for her to ask this when I was mildly drunk, and on the eve of having sex. But I would have been crazy not to want this again. "I'd love to do this again," I said, "But I'm not going to share a woman with my Uncle." She smiled and looked up at me. "I want you to fuck me Ben. We'll have time later to make love." And with that she rose, and walked over onto the bed and got on all fours. I went to my pants pocket on the ground and got the condom. "You don't need that," Anetta said, "all mail orders get IUDs before we're shipped. Company policy." So I dropped the condom and walked towards her and she raised her ass a little higher. I positioned my self behind her. Anetta turned her head towards me, her dirty blond hair down and in her face. Anetta bit her lower lip, and I saw her hairless pink pussy quiver as I put a hand on her ass, and one on my cock. Anetta's pussy was dripping with anticipation. I slowly rocked forward, and stuck the head of my cock in first. She gasped, "Oh Ben!" Anetta's pussy was so tight, I gave her a moment to get used to my thickness. The moment passed and I slowly sunk my entire shaft into the depths of her hot wet pussy. Anetta made another gasp and bit her lip. I thrust in and out, slowly at first. With each stride her pussy stretched more. Anetta's head was bowed and she was making paced grunts with each thrust. "Uh...uh...uh!" I quickened the pace and pulled her hips into my thrusts. Our thighs slapped together and there was a sweaty glow to Anetta's golden skin. She repositioned herself, pressing her shoulders into the ground, and turning so we could see each other's faces. "Harder Ben," she gasped between pants. I had no objections. I put a hand on her back to position her. Anetta's shoulders went flat to the mattress, raising her pussy to a different angle, and pressing her face to its side. "Oh, God!" she shrieked. "Yes... YES!!!" Anetta cried with passion. She was close to orgasm. I went even quicker, my cock now a blur moving in and out of Anetta. She began to scream words in what I assumed was Russian. I felt the pressure building in my cock. Finally after a flurry of foreign tongue she began to squeal, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!" Anetta's toes clenched and I felt her pussy gently spasm as juices pushed out. I felt the warm stream of liquid surround my cock, and trickle down my thighs. That mixed with the sight and sounds pushed me over the edge. "Uh...Uh... Fuck!" I moaned, as I ejaculated loads of cum into her spasming pussy, which seemed to almost milk me. It felt like Anetta and I both came for hours, and when it was done, we simply tilted on our sides and felt each other pulse. After sometime I pulled out my deflated penis, and turned on my back. Anetta turned and sucked it tenderly, cleaning my member of our juices. She then lay on my chest. "This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship," Anetta whispered with her eyes closed. I turned to her and smiled. I couldn't help but wonder what we would, or even could, tell my uncle. Or more importantly how we could make Anetta a citizen. But one thing was sure. We were both happy, and as Anetta opened her eyes and tightened her grip around me, I closed mine and fell into a peace full peaceful sleep. Back Home I have just returned from a visit back home to my childhood location, I am 57 now but it brought back so many memories of the days of my youth, we lived in a remote part of the country with our nearest neighbour some 25 miles away, my family consisted of Mum, Dad, my older brother and two younger sisters, Jeff my brother and me were almost inseparable when we were young, doing every thing together, he got called up and went off to war in 'Nam, leaving me at a very loose end, he was five years older than me, most of the people I knew found their little sisters annoying but Jeff loved me so much, and included me in all his games, and adventures, I worshipped the ground he walked on. We received a letter one day from the military telling us that he had been injured and was in hospital, but not much detail, I was grief stricken, he was my soul mate we talked about every thing and shared so many innocent dreams and plans, after about two weeks of not being able to eat or sleep I begged my Dad to let me go to him, but just as I had worn him down another letter came advising us he was being sent home to convalesce, I went with Dad to meet the train it took most of the day to get to the town, Dad booked into a motel so we could return the following day, when Jeff stepped off the train my heart stopped that strapping fit man who walked with a limp looked more like Dad than my wonderful big brother. The journey home took most of the following day, when we arrived Mum sent Jeff straight to his room and told me to take him some supper, he sat in the bed looking so old and tired that I cried with him for hours, but persuaded him to take the thick broth my Mother had made for him, over the next few weeks I attended him day and night, I even moved a little bed into his room to be there when ever he needed me, I wanted to be as wonderful a sister as he had been brother to me all those years when I was probably an annoying little brat, nothing out of the way of course we were fairly strict Methodists and even though I helped him to wash and dress it was all very proper, I always averted my eyes when he was naked and deliberately didn't do anything that might embarrass him, as the days became months he got stronger and I moved back into my own room, we used to take short walks every day to build up his strength. He was discharged from the military, so started to help around the farm, Dad wasn't getting any younger and needed more help than I could give him, despite my working full time on the family farm, my eighteenth birthday was one of the biggest parties ever, people came from miles around it was like the summer fair, several of the young men asked me to date them as it was one of the few occasions when we met other people, I took quite a few names and addresses that day, and a lot more kisses, perhaps I would get in touch with them sometime but for now my entire life was getting Jeff back to full health, we walked further each day till at last he could manage the place that was so special to us as kids it was a small wood about two or three acres with the river running through it, we sat on the bank thinking of all the good times we had enjoyed at this spot, he looked at me and said do you still swim in here, I said no not since you left, he said why don't we take a dip now it will refresh me for the walk home, I told him we had no swimming costumes with us, he smiled and said we didn't have any then either, that of course was true we simply went skinny dipping, like most other country folk, well kids at least, he said come on Sis we can soon dry out in the sun, and proceeded to take off his clothes. I sat there thinking it wasn't the right thing to do, not now we were grown ups, but he stripped off and dived in, I kept my eyes down till he swam to the bank and said come on Sis this is lovely, do it for me, please, I simply couldn't refuse him he was the most important person in my young life so turning my back to him stripped off, diving in as quickly as possible, knowing just how much I had changed in the years he had been gone, I was no longer a skinny brat my bust was full and due to the hard work I did every day my body was really fit and healthy, and I was well aware of the bush that had grown between my thighs, he thanked me for joining him and we swam around playing like we used too, trying to duck each other, but contact with his naked body was doing things to me I didn't know could happen, my nipples were hard and sticking out like acorns, it was quite embarrassing. He suggested we get out to dry our in the sun, this was going to be even more embarrassing there was no water to hide my body, he would see just how much I had changed since we did this last, almost three years ago, it was much too late to do anything about it, so I climbed up the bank and laid on the grass to let the sun dry my wet naked body, I felt really naughty this was not what the preacher had told us to do, we should keep our bodies covered at all times till we were married, and then only our spouses should see us, but he was my brother did it really matter, he came and laid beside me propped up on one elbow looking at me with a strange look in his eyes he said you have grown into a very beautiful woman since I've been gone, I bet the boys are after you all the time, I said don't say things like that it's not the way we should talk to each other, he replied we could always say anything, noting was ever taboo with us why should it change now you've grown up I still love you the way I always have, but now I think you are the most fantastic girl I have ever seen. All this flattery was going to my head, remember I had lived on a remote farm all my young life never mixing with other people my own age, no one to talk too about growing up, my kid sisters were still only ten and twelve, Mum had told me the facts of life but only as much as she thought I should know, of course living and working on a farm I knew how thing worked animals were doing all the time, we had cattle horses and pigs so mating between them was common place, I had never even seen a girly magazine so didn't understand the complicated ways of the human animal, he watched me till we were dry then as we got dressed he started to talk to me about boys and what I had done, I admitted I had kissed a few but as soon as they started to get frisky I told them to leave off, in fact you are the only man I have ever seen naked, he smiled and said did you like what you saw, I said I was too embarrassed to look, he said next time you must have a good look so you know what to expect when the time comes, for you to become a real woman. I remember feeling a funny sort of trembling in my groin as he talked to me about sex between people, he said it's nothing like the farm animals they do it just to get pregnant, humans do it for fun and to express love for each other, I didn't understand but nodded my head in the right places, we went down to the river most days after that, mostly in the evening after work was done, he was quite strong again now just a limp to remind us of his near death, and we often raced each other down to the river, never taking swimming costumes with us just like in the old days, I was no longer embarrassed by his body nor my own, it was as if we had returned to our younger days both so at ease with the other, he told me to touch his thing, one day as we lay on the grass letting the sun dry our bodies, I didn't hesitate to be honest I was fascinated by it, sometimes it just hung down quite small and innocent looking but at other time and much more often lately it was sticking out like a flag pole all hard and rigid, I took it in my hand not knowing the effect it would have on me, as soon as my hand wrapped round his cock it stiffened and sent shivers through my body. Of course I had learned to play with myself and could climax quite easily by rubbing my clitoris, and had played with small cucumbers pretending to fuck myself, I suppose all girls do something like that to experiment, but the feelings I was getting from holding his cock were nothing like that, this was so intense, I realised my pussy was getting wet, and my nipples were sticking out much more that normal, I was getting turned on but didn't really know it, he said can I touch you, I said yes, not knowing where he meant to touch me, his fingers stroked across my nipples sending shivers down my spine, making me shudder, he said am I frightening you, I said no but you are making me have feelings I have never had before, it's rather nice but should we be doing this, he said probably not but it will not harm anyone will it, I was not sure, but wanted the feelings to continue, if I thought this was nice I was not prepared for his next move he let his fingers trace a line down my tummy and into the tangle of pubic hair between my thighs, then he stroked across my clitoris, it was about a hundred times as exciting as when I did it to myself, but he still didn't stop there he let his finger find the opening to my pussy and slip between the folds of my outer lips, as his finger entered me I felt what could only be described as a mini climax, his finger hooked and found what I now know to be my G spot, within minutes I was coming like a train, nothing like this had ever come from my pussy, the orgasms I gave myself were nothing to compare this, my hand gripping his cock as the feeling coursed through my body. Neither of us said a word just basking in the sun and the wonderful feeling that we had caused, then he rolled on top of me and reaching down between our bodies he inserted his cock into my pussy, I was not prepared for what it felt like, that cucumber didn't make me squirm like his hot cock did, I without any conscious thought my pelvis tilted up to meet his cock driving it deeper into me, I believed this would be painful, but no, it was pure delight, invading every sense of my body and mind, taking me over so completely, everything in my world was centred on his cock and where it was in my body, then he started to move his hips pulling back just a little then driving it home again, my hips again rising to meet his wonderful thing, I could feel my body beginning to shake as I neared another climax, but if the previous one was good this was off the scale it started in my toes and went up my legs, into my pussy and then on up into my tits eventually erupting in my head, it felt like the top of my head was exploding, the most incredible feelings I had ever experienced, but this was not the end he kept his powerful thrusting, driving me higher and higher, I think I actually feinted because when I realised what was happening he was kneeling between my legs looking quite worried. We swam again to clean ourselves up, I asked him if he had made me pregnant, I was so naïve, but he assured me he had been careful, we dried out in the sun again then made our way home, there was a very different feeling between us and it worried me, had we done something so terrible? would it spoil our wonderful friendship, all these things pounding through my head as we walked back to the farm house, I went straight to bed, not seeing Jeff till breakfast next morning we didn't exchange the usual banter, but as soon as we got outside to milk the cows he grabbed my arm and said, I'm so sorry Sis it just got out of hand you looked so beautiful and I lost control, please forgive me, I looked at him and thought what had I got to forgive you made me feel so good, I kissed his cheek and said there's noting to forgive, we worked side by side all day, even sitting beside each other at the dinner table, at last the work was done we had some free time, oh course we headed for our favourite spot down near the river in the woods, I stripped off my clothes and dived in it was so refreshing and invigorating the cool water sluicing over my naked body, I was eighteen and had never owned a bathing suit just an old one my mother had when she was young, but never one of my own, but did that really matter this was so much nicer, because I was so much more aware of my body, my skin felt more alive, conscience of the water caressing my nipples, as I struck out across the river I was much more aware of the water surging between my thighs, what had happened to me? We swam for a while letting the water wash away the cares of the day, my mind returning to yesterday would he want to do it again, I secretly hoped so but from his apology this morning I thought it was unlikely, we at last climbed out and lay exhausted on the bank the evening sun warming our bodies I could feel his eyes on me and looked at him, the first thing I noticed his cock was sticking up like yesterday, all hard and impatient, he said we have to stop coming here because I want you so much and it's not right to want my own sister in this way, I asked him why not, he gave me all the answers that our minister would have but when I answered him that we were also taught not to kill, but he had returned to a hero's welcome after his tour of 'Nam, he said that's different, I said no of course it's not it's just the same we do what we have to do and live with the consequence, he looked at me and asked do you want to do it again, I said yes please it's the most wonderful feeling I have ever had, I want you to do it to me every time we come swimming down here, he said how can I refuse you, and we fell into each other arms, this time it was not quite so intense but just as good, and over the following weeks he taught me how to really enjoy sex, he taught me to blow his cock and he sucked me to climax so many times, he taught me how to be a very sexy woman on that river bank all those years ago, I enjoyed every moment of it and would give every thing I own to have Jeff there with me one more time, on our river bank. My youngest sister and her husband run the farm now as Jeff died as a result of his injuries, almost a year from that first time, on his death bed he told me I had made his last year on earth the happiest of his life and that I mustn't cry for him he would be with me every time I made love, I eventually met and married a very good man, who is still with me today, he knows how I learned to please him as I still do, he understands the feelings that can happen between a brother and sister, he was also brought up in almost isolation and had an older sister who taught him how to please a woman, but Jeff was right I have never had sex in all these years without a flash back to the first time down by the river, with my own big brother. Back Home Again A big thanks to 11_Carlton and BlueEyed5ftAngel for their helpful editing services! My God, I wasn't used to waking up like this... It was 6:30 on a Tuesday morning and the loud sound of someone coming down the stairs was quite enough to rouse me from my slumber. Having not slept very well last night, I grunted with discontent to myself, turning over on my other side in another attempt to find a comfortable position. But I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep now, not with all the noise going on just outside the door. My name is Daniel. I am twenty-three years old and that Tuesday morning was the third day of my visit back home. I had arrived from a three-hour train ride on Sunday night but in spite of the days that had passed since then; I had not yet gotten into the 'rhythm' of being back home again. I had moved away from home three years ago to attend university in another town and since then I had been living on my own, in a one-room student's apartment. Needless to say, I was accustomed to doing things my way; whenever I wanted and however I wanted. Now I was home again and it was just like going back in time three years, having to share the house with my mom and younger sister Anne. I was home that week to spend the upcoming Easter holiday with family. Since I didn't have any classes, I figured I might as well go a few days earlier to have more time with everyone. It seemed like a good idea at the time but the way I was feeling now; tired and annoyed, I wasn't that sure anymore. Mom and Anne weren't really making any effort to be quiet in their doings; I guess they weren't used to having more people around either. Either mom or Anne were blow-drying their hair in the downstairs bedroom and judging from the intensity of the whooshing sound, I guess they hadn't even bothered to close their door. I pushed my face into the pillow and murmured a few chosen words to myself, trying to release some of the building irritation. I knew it wasn't really fair to be irritated at them; after all, this was their home and probably their usual morning routine. It was just that ever since moving to my own place, I was used to sleeping-in on my days off, not to be abruptly woken up this early in the morning! But by now I was already awake, so I sat up on the bedside. My old room had been turned into a study room since I moved out and my own bed had come with me to my apartment, so whenever I was back home I had to sleep in the guest room. To be honest, the bed in there wasn't the most comfortable around. I think it was actually Anne's old bed which had been demoted to an extra bed when she got a new one. And before that it had been my older sister's bed, so it wasn't in its best state anymore... Grabbing my t-shirt from the chair at the foot of the bed I pulled it over my head, scratched through my ruffled hair and left the guestroom. With a yawn, I stepped into the hallway and crossed into the kitchen. There, at the table was Anne, already dressed and having her breakfast. Looking over her shoulder she couldn't help but teasing me for my recently-out-of-bed look. "I see that you've been up for a while already?" The tone of her voice was a blend of sarcasm and enjoyment. "Good morning," I said while clearing my throat. "Where's mom?" "She's in the bathroom, getting ready for work." Before I moved away from home, I had lived in that house with mom and Anne for ten years. Anne was five years younger than me, and she had just turned 18 a few days ago. As usual, we were going to celebrate her birthday at the same time as Easter. When I was ten my parents had divorced, splitting the family into two. My older sister Lisa had stayed with dad while Anne and I had gone to live with mom in a new town. We had always stayed in touch though and there were never any problems for mom and dad to see each other, at least not for shorter periods of time. Birthdays and similar occasions were always a time when the whole family got together again. I guess mom and dad decided to do so during the first years after the divorce since we kids were still fairly young at the time but with time it just became a habit to get together now and then. There was a little snag six years ago when dad met Sue, a woman that he eventually married but nowadays she was a natural addition to our family gatherings. With the celebration of Anne's birthday in conjunction with Easter coming up, one of those gatherings was close at hand. Lisa, Sue and dad were coming to mom's house on Friday night and I knew mom was a bit nervous about it all. It was always like that; she was concerned about the house not being tidy enough or the food not being good enough, as if she had some urge to impress dad or perhaps more likely his new wife. Since Anne had turned 18, I knew she had plans on moving away from home too, once she was finished with high school. She had talked to me about university studies and besides that she had told me she had had a few job offers. And although mom had always known both Anne and I would eventually move away from her, I think she was actually a bit afraid of becoming all alone in that house. Suddenly, she stepped into the kitchen. "Oh, so you're up and about Daniel?" There was a bit of harmless sarcasm in her voice too. "Well, I was awake anyway" was my short response. Mom gave me a smile and turned to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee. I couldn't help but think about how good she looked. Mom was turning 47 in two months but you wouldn't guess it by the look of her. Sure, she wasn't the perfect fitness model but not at all in bad shape either. One of her most flattering features was her skin; it was as smooth as a 25-year-old's. She was a regular at the local spa, which kept the light-tanned tone of her complexion intact all year round. Her hair was a darker shade of blonde which only added to the warmth of her skin tone and her deep, blue eyes were framed by lines of raven-black eyelashes. This morning she was wearing a great-looking business suit; a black jacket with matching skirt, dark nylons and a white blouse. She had put her hair up with a clip on the back of her head and the glasses she was wearing somehow accentuated the look of a smart, sophisticated woman. I'm not sure if it was just because of seeing my mother like that or if there was something else stirring in me at the time but something happened to me that hadn't happened in four or five years. When I was in my late teens, I often had sexual fantasies about my mom. It had all started when I was 17 and was visiting my dad and I found an old photo album tucked away in his desk. Looking inside, I found pictures from his and mom's younger days when they had just started going out. In the midst of all the photos showing mom or dad at picnics, parties, vacation trips etc, there was a picture of mom, in her early twenties, lying on a bed wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. To this day I can remember every detail of that picture. Mom was lying on her side, supporting her head on one arm with the elbow against the mattress. Her other arm was resting on her thigh and the look in her eyes was like an invitation to the photographer, dad, to come and join her. From the very first day I saw that photo I began seeing mom in a completely new light. She was no longer just my mom; she was an attractive, sexy, mature woman with an exciting past. I don't know how many times I jacked-off with that photograph in my head and from there I developed incestuous fantasies about having sex with my own mother. To begin with, I felt a lot of guilt for having such sinful thoughts about my mom but eventually she became a natural part of my sexual fantasy world. I guess that fantasy stayed with me but once I started having more serious relationships, the sexual thoughts about mom became less active. But this morning they came creeping back again. Seeing mom in that beautiful outfit – the contrast of the black and the white, the glasses, the hairclip – made me think about that photograph again. Once more, I could see her as a sensual, beautiful woman. I must have lost myself to my fantasies for a while, because I jumped when my sister suddenly spoke. "Good luck today, mom. I hope everything goes well." Feeling a bit jolted from both my rude awakening earlier and the sexual thoughts that were running through my head, I didn't understand what Anne was talking about. "Good luck with what?" I asked as I helped myself to a bowl of cereals. "I told you yesterday," mom replied. "I'm doing a big presentation for a potential client today, remember?" "Oh, that's right, I'm sorry." I did remember. Mom worked for an advertising agency and she had told me the night before about the project she had been involved in. She was good at what she did but I got the feeling sometimes that she wasn't too happy with her job anymore. Sometimes she would mention that she'd like to get another job but then she would always fall into some sort of resignation, saying she was too old to get a new career. I can't be sure but there were times when I thought that this was just an excuse to hang on to some sort of stability in her life. Knowing that Anne was going to move away soon, her job could perhaps be the only thing keeping her from having to face a completely new life on her own. "Well, I'm off," Anne said as she cleared the table from her breakfast. Her Easter break didn't begin until that Friday, so she had a few days of school left. Anne gave mom a kiss on the cheek and headed out into the hallway. She called another "bye" to us before we heard the front door slam shut. Mom finished her coffee, glanced at the kitchen clock, and said: "It's about time I left too. What are you going to do today, Danny?" "Not sure, I don't really have anything particular to do." Feeling a bit guilty about being so irritated earlier I decided to offer my services. "Is there anything I can do to prepare for the dinner on Friday?" "Nooo..." mom said while going through her mental checklist. "I think I have pretty much everything covered." That was typical of mom. She was so worried about not having time to get everything in order but she didn't want anyone else to help either. I guess she just wanted to have full control of everything. "Tell you what," she said. "I'll give you a call from work if I think of anything. Ok?" "Fine with me," I replied. With that, mom gave me a hug and left the house. As I heard her car leave the driveway I sat down at the kitchen table to finish my breakfast. There I was, all alone in the house having a sandwich while casually leafing through the local paper. But I couldn't get the image of mom out of my head. It was a familiar feeling although I hadn't felt this way in a few years. For five or ten minutes after mom had left I sat at the table and let my fantasies run wild. As I felt my heart beat just a little bit faster I stood up and headed upstairs. My decision was made; I was going to do something I hadn't done in a long time... When I reached the top floor I entered mom's bedroom. It was very bright with a pleasant yellow colour on the walls. On the right side of the room was mom's double-size bed and opposite to it, next to the built-in closet was a chest of drawers. Although I hadn't done what I was doing in almost five years, I knew exactly where I was going. I approached the chest of drawers and pulled out the middle drawer; mom's panty drawer. As it slid open I was met with a familiar sight but with new elements. There was mom's underwear, my ultimate fetish. This obsession had also started in my late teens when I spotted a pair of mom's worn panties in an open hamper. That particular pair had been thrown away years ago but I could still remember them vividly. They were plain, turquoise satin with just a small rosette on the front as decoration. I remember how I immediately fell in love with the silky touch of the shiny satin in my hands and how I smelled the dried-in stain left in the crotch while I jerked off. From that point I made it a habit to explore that middle drawer whenever I was alone in the house. But, just as my fantasies about mom had subsided from my mind during the last few years, so had the thought of her panties. As I stood there again, browsing through mom's underwear, all that sexual excitement came alive again. I could feel my heart rate increase even more as I fondled the lace, the silk, the satin and the cotton in front of me as my mouth started to become dry from my heavy breathing. Finally, I picked out an extremely sexy pair; they were silver-white satin with a pattern of small, pink roses. The front was adorned with a triangle of white lace, pointing down towards the opening that was intended to be concealed underneath. I couldn't help but wonder why mom had all this sexy lingerie. She hadn't been in a serious relationship since her divorce from dad, so there really was no one to enjoy the sexy garments on her. I guess she got some satisfaction from just feeling a little sexy on her own. Just standing there, I caressed the panties for a few minutes before I put them down on the bed and left the room. Heading into the upstairs bathroom, I quickly dug through the half-filled hamper for a used pair. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for; this time a pair of black silk panties, with a line of black lace on each side. Giving the crotch a quick whiff by my nose, the aroma of mom's juices was instantly familiar. I felt my dick twitch and I quickly returned to mom's bedroom. Standing by the foot of mom's bed, I took my clothes off. Since I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, it didn't take me long. Once I was completely naked, I picked up the white pair of satin panties and slowly put them on. As I pulled them up my legs, I felt the delicate fabric brush against my skin which resulted in my dick starting to swell. I tucked it in as best as I could and began feeling my own ass through the silky material. The bulge on the front quickly grew larger and it was time to go all the way. I picked up the black panties, the used pair and lay down on mom's bed. Lying on my back I placed the black panties over my face and just began savouring the arousing smell of mom's juices. With my right hand I slowly began to rub my growing hard-on through the shiny satin. It was growing bigger and bigger and after a while I pulled down the crotch of the panties and began stroking it with more intensity. The feeling of the panty line stretching against my balls combined with the sweet smell of mom was bringing me immense pleasure. Experiencing something that I hadn't experienced for so long must have made me completely oblivious to other things going on around me and I was startled when I suddenly felt a hand touching my left leg. With a shock I sat up in the bed, grabbing the panties on my face and throwing them to the bedroom floor as a reflex. I felt my face blush as I saw mom sitting on the bedside with her hand on my thigh and a peculiar smirk on her face. Clumsily I managed to tuck away my stiff cock, while stuttering I tried to find something – anything – to say. "M... mom... mom, what are you doing home?" "I just remembered something you could do for Friday but then realised I had forgotten my cell phone. So I came back to get it and figured I could tell you in person now that I was here. You weren't anywhere downstairs so I came up looking for you. But I didn't expect to find you like this..." I was so embarrassed and felt so much guilt come rushing over me. What should I do? What could I do? My stammering continued as I grasped for words. "Mom, I... I'm sorry, I... I couldn't help it, I..." "Relax honey," mom said with a strangely calm voice and patted me gently on the leg. "We all have our fantasies, and to be honest I did have my suspicions about you and my panties. I just thought that you had lost interest in them these days." "No, I hadn't, I..." I stopped talking. Was I really having this conversation with my mom? I just wanted to disappear somehow! Mom was just looking at me as I was sitting there wearing nothing but a pair of her panties, and she looked like she was waiting for an answer. When I didn't say anything, she opened her mouth again, and began running a finger up and down my thigh. Her voice sounded a little softer as she said: "You know a few years ago when I no longer could find any traces of you going through my panties, I was a bit disappointed..." "What?" was all I could say. "Well, I always thought it was sort of exciting to know that you got turned on by my underwear. But then you stopped doing it, so I figured that I wasn't that interesting anymore." "Of course you were! I mean... That's not why I stopped... I mean..." I just didn't know what to say. Here I was, trying to explain to my mom why I had been wearing her panties and why she shouldn't have felt bad when I had given it up! It felt so surreal; I had expected a major scolding for my behaviour. Instead, mom caught me completely off guard as she suddenly unbuttoned her jacket and dropped it to the floor. Slowly she went over to the panties that I had been smelling and bent over to pick them up. As she leaned over, I got a good view down her blouse which wasn't buttoned all the way up. She stayed in that position for just a little while longer than necessary, giving me enough time to spot her breasts hanging, held in place by a white bra. I couldn't hold back a small twitch of my cock but as she stood up again I tried to focus all my mental strength on restraining my member. Spinning the panties around her finger, mom came around to the side of the bed again, with the strange smirk back on her lips. All of a sudden, she held the panties to her face and deeply inhaled her own, sweet scent. She then looked down on me and said, "You like that smell, huh?" I couldn't do much more than agree. Holding out the black panties in front of her, she eyed them and the pair that I was still wearing. Then she spoke again, almost as if to herself, "What's so special about my underwear? If my panties can turn you on this much on their own, I wonder what you would think about seeing them in their proper place..." Before I could think about what she meant by that, mom threw the black panties on the bed and started to unbutton her blouse. I was completely baffled and just stared at her as she slowly began to undress in front of me. A moment later she let her blouse drop to the floor, revealing her upper body, now clad only in that pearly-white bra. Mom reached back and unzipped her skirt and let it fall down her legs.. As she did, I could see that her nylons were stay-ups with a sexy pattern of dark lace encircling each of her thighs. And the panties... my God. It was a pair of white satin ones, matching her bra, with the whole front done in lace. Underneath the pattern of small flowers and hearts, I could make out a patch of dark pubic hair and where the panties curved between her legs, there was a small, moist spot. By now I had lost all control of my growing cock. With me sitting in mom's bed with my mouth open in astonishment, she walked around the foot of the bed to the other side as if she wanted to model her lingerie for me. When she reached the right side of the bed she told me to lie down on my back again. I did as she told me as mom bent over and grabbed me by the wrists. Her breasts were hanging only a couple of inches in front of me and I no longer knew if this was a dream or reality. Gently, mom brought my hands up in line with my head while at the same time she straddled my torso. Sitting on her knees with one leg on each side of me, she then guided my hands to her ass. Back Home Again Sorry, there are no graphic sex scenes in this story. As always constructive critiques and comments are hoped for and more than welcome. Thanks for reading my story. Enjoy * I never had any intention of being back in this city. Never in the far recesses of my mind had I ever thought about coming back to my home. It has been over two years since I left and I wouldn't be here now if I didn't feel that I had to. My father has a heart problem; something to do with a clogged artery and has to have bypass surgery. He was in the hospital waiting for the operation. I came home because he refused to let the doctors operate until I was there. I just hope the ongoing feud I have with my brother doesn't erupt and cause a problem. My name is Jazz O'Connor (actually it's Jasper after my great grandfather, but please don't call me that). My brother William and I are the children of James and Mary and I am the youngest at 27. My brother is the reason I left my family and my home. If I hadn't left, I might have done to William what Cain did to Abel. ******************* William is five years older than me and from my first memories has teased and tormented me. Most big brothers bully their younger brothers a little but it's sort of a tough love type of thing. Not William, he apparently hated me from the moment I was born. Maybe it was because I was the baby of the family and he thought I got the attention that was rightfully his. Maybe it was because I looked like our father and people made remarks about our similarities. I don't know, but we never developed the bond that brothers should. He would do something bad at home and blame it on me. When our parents weren't around he would hit me, not like a playful punch but with intent to actually hurt me. I learned very quickly to hide from him when they were gone. William would be punished but it never seemed to deter him. He was much bigger than me; he took after our mothers Germanic ancestors. At twenty he was 6' 3" to my 5'7" and outweighed me by 50 pounds. I finally grew another 3 inches to 5'10". I took after my father with our Irish ancestry and looked just like he did at my age. Anyway you get the idea that there was no love lost between William and me. My father loved all his children, but he and I had a special bond. I'm sure this was part of the reason for William's attitude toward me. My father and I were athletic, William wasn't. We liked to do things outdoors like hunting, fishing, or even just hiking through the woods. William would rather watch T.V. or play on the computer. William was more outgoing than me, an extrovert personality. I was reserved, subdued, an introverted type. His brashness, his ability to talk to people, and his natural intelligence made him the logical choice to run my father's business. My family owns an electronics company that builds specialty communications equipment. We both worked at most of the jobs in the factory to learn the business, but William was much better at sales, schmoozing with clients and the social aspects of the business and I was pretty good at the nuts and bolts part. We weren't stinking rich but we were stinking comfortable. *********************** The blowup came when I was 22 and just home after graduation from college. Other than the little tomboy neighbor, Melody Thomas, that I grew up with, I had never brought a girl home before. She didn't really count because we were just fishing buddies and she was four years younger than me. We were pals until our junior year in high school. Then Melody and her family moved to another state and I hadn't seen her in over six years. After they moved she wrote a letter every month or so for a few months but they stopped coming. This time I brought a young lady home with me. My parents were happy that I was overcoming my shyness. Shelley and I met in college and fell into instant "like" with each other. I managed to push myself out of my shell and asked her for a date. That date led to others and shortly we were a couple. At Christmas her parents were on a cruise or something so I brought her home to meet my family. Shelley and I had agreed that we wanted to be together but a marriage proposal was never actually given. Mom was courteous and friendly when she met Shelley, but she apparently wasn't as taken with her as I was. I thought that when Mom got to know her better she would warm up to Shelley. Dad was his usual charming, somewhat flirty self with Shelley. But even Dad didn't seem to really take to her. I don't mean that my parents were standoffish because they were very nice to her, but the spark or whatever wasn't there. After graduation, Shelley's parents were on a trip to Europe or somewhere so again we came to my parents' house to spend a few weeks until her parents got home. Then we would go to her home and I would meet her folks. My mom and dad were courteous and friendly toward Shelley, but again the spark just wasn't there. I noticed it but I was too much in love to think anything about it. My family owns a big house, six bedrooms, and a lot of land about 40 miles outside of the city. We have 165 acres mostly in trees. Shelley had gone on one of her two or three weekly trips into the city, so my dad and I took a long ride on dirt bikes using the trails that my dad and I had blazed through the woods. Racing through the oak, hickory and pine trees was a real adrenalin rush, something Dad and I enjoyed very much. When we got back as Dad and I cleaned the dirt off the bikes, I hit him with my surprise. "Dad, what do you think of Shelley?" "She seems to be a nice young lady. Why?" "I'm going to ask her to marry me. We've talked about being together, so I think we should make it official. What'da think Pop?" "Well...... That's an important decision. Oh hell, this will piss you off but I believe you should think about this some more before you jump in with both feet. I don't want to make you mad but there's just something about Shelley that doesn't set right with your mother and me." "You don't know her like I do and I'm old enough to make up my own mind." I was angry and hurt that Dad didn't care for Shelley. I stomped off toward the house. As I got closer I saw what had to be William's car, a new Mercedes 4 seat convertible. He was the only one in the family that would spend that kind of money for transportation. I went into the house. We always ate in the huge kitchen, Mom and Dad said they didn't want to put on airs so we had turned the dining room into a sort of library. Floor to ceiling bookshelves were added and several comfortable reading chairs were moved in. Mom said William was in the library. As I passed the door to the library I heard William's voice. He had been on an extended business trip and then stayed at his apartment in the city for the last week. I don't know if he came out to the house to see me or what. I opened the library door to say hello to him. William was in the library alright and now I knew why he came out to the house; he was holding and kissing Shelley. She was an active participant and seemed to be enjoying herself. I stood there for a while, in shock I guess, and started to leave. No dammit I thought, this time I'm not running away. He had finally stepped over the line in tormenting me. The lovers hadn't heard or seen me yet so I crossed the room to them. A little aside here. While in school I worked out to keep in shape. Just sitting around drinking beer and eating pizza didn't appeal to me so I ran 4 miles twice a week. I also went to the gym twice a week. My roomy was a boxer and got me interested because of the hard physical training. I found that I had a talent for boxing and enjoyed it. I would train like I was going to fight and then spar for 30 minutes with other boxers. I was in the best and most dangerous shape of my life. I got behind William and Shelley and called his name softly. When he came up for air and turned around, I hit him in the nose with a straight right. The punch didn't travel move than eight inches but down he went. William is a big strapping guy with very large arms and fists. But this large man was knocked on his ass by his little brother and it infuriated him. William roared and got to his feet only to be knocked down again. The whole time Shelley was crying and saying things like don't hurt him and please stop. I never did figure out if she was worried about William or about me. "Get up you big son of a bitch so I can knock you down again," I screamed at him. I really hoped he would keep getting up. There were a lot of years to get payback for. He got up and charged me, trying to overwhelm me with his size. William is a big man, but he couldn't fight worth a damn. This time I was able to hit him four or five times before he hit the floor again. Then my dad came in and ruined all my fun. "Jazz stop it. Stop it now." He put his arms around me to make me stop. I struggled to get loose but couldn't break my dad's hold on me. "William sit in that chair and let's see how bad your hurt," Dad ordered. Believe me when Dad uses that tone of voice you had better listen. "Let him up Dad, I haven't ever started to beat on him. Let the asshole go!" "Hush Jazz. Settle down. You broke his nose, isn't that enough?" Dad asked me. I shook my head no, that I wanted more. "What the hell Shelley? Isn't one O'Connor enough for you? Are you going after my father next?" I was being nasty. Shelley started blubbering to me that she met William at Christmas and they had been having a long distance relationship ever since. Now I was pissed. "Why did you keep going out with me? If you wanted William why not tell me?" "You were there with me and William was a long way away," Shelley answered. "You fed me all that crap about wanting to wait until you were married. I treated you like a lady and never touched you below the neck or above the knee and the whole time you were screwing William's socks off. You've been going into the city two or three times a week; now I know why." Trying to gain control of myself, I stopped and took a few deep breaths. Shelley objected saying, "We haven't slept together Jazz. I was serious about waiting until I got married." "Bullshit Shelley, don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining. Well you got what you wanted; you can have William or what's left of him. But first pack you stuff and get out. If he wants to bring you back that's on him but you're not staying here on my invitation. Get packed and get out," I ordered her. My dad started to say something about her not having transportation. "She can call a cab, or walk, or crawl like the snake she is Dad. She is not staying here," I answered. Shelley left the room crying. While this discussion was going on, William sat in the chair bleeding. I had busted his nose, cut up both of his lips, and he would have two black eyes very shortly. He tried to get up and Dad pushed him back down. "Let him up," I told Dad. "I want to kick his ass again." There was no mercy in my soul; I was ready to seriously hurt William. "There's been enough fighting and I can't let you make Shelley leave this evening. She can arrange transportation tomorrow but I won't throw a guest out on their butt at night." "Dad, she was my guest and I want her gone." "Jazz calm down. She can leave tomorrow when one of us can take her back to the city," he responded with iron in his voice. "If she doesn't leave, I will. I won't stay in the same house with that slut and my asshole brother. Your choice Dad." "You put me in an impossible position, Jazz. I can't throw Shelley out tonight, she will leave tomorrow. And this is William's home too, don't forget." "I guess that tells me where I stand then. Maybe Shelley won't leave tonight, but I will. Say good bye to Mom for me." I knew I was being unreasonable, but I had a right. It was unreasonable for my brother to make a move on my girl. It was unreasonable for my girl to accept his advances. So I had a right to be unreasonable now. "Jazz, please.........." Dad started. "You've taken William's and his slut's side against me, so be it. Enjoy, I hope the three of you will be happy together." I stomped out of the library and went to my room to pack. Throwing just a few things in a backpack I went down the back stairs and out to the big garage. I was going to get my Harley and ride off. My mom was leaning against my bike waiting on me. "Jasper, where do you think you're going young man? Now I was in trouble, Mom never called me Jasper unless she was really upset with me. "Just away from here, Mom. I have no idea where I'll end up." Mom softened her voice and asked me, "Please stay Jazz. Don't leave like this; it will devastate your father. He doesn't want Shelley here, but he can't put her out tonight and thanks to you, William's in no condition to drive so she has to stay until morning. It doesn't mean he chosen William and her over you." I looked at her, surprised that she knew everything that was going on. Of course, she always knew everything even when we were kids. "Yeah, I heard the whole thing. Please don't leave son," Mom pleaded with me. "I can't stay Mom. I can't stand to be around William, to see him smirk at me because he's taken something that was mine. I'm not really mad at Dad; I just can't stay with William here. I'll call or write to let you know where I am, whenever I get there." Strapping my backpack onto the Harley, I hugged and kissed my mother. She handed me my leather biker's wallet. Looking through it the next day, I found over a thousand dollars. The big bike rumbled after I kicked it over. I kissed Mom again and rode out of the garage. My destination was unknown but I was on my way. ************************ I called my mother after three days to let her know I was okay. She wanted me to talk to my dad, but I wasn't ready yet. After that I called every five or six days to check in. I talked to my dad the second time I called and explained that I wasn't mad at him. He understood that I couldn't be around William right now. About a month after I left I was in Camp Verde, Arizona working at a pecan farm; I didn't know anything about pecans but I know machinery. I'm a pretty good jack leg mechanic and my degree in mechanical engineering helped. The gig at Camp Verde lasted for two months before I got restless and moved on. My next stopping point was Van Horne, Texas again working as a farm machinery mechanic. That's the thing about mechanics; they can always find a job where ever they go. Especially in small towns. Three months in Van Horne and I was on the move again. I was a young healthy man and there were a few women along the way. Before I took a gal out more than twice I gently let them know that other than fun and games there would be no long term relationship. I told them that I didn't know how long I would stay in any one place. There was an old T.V. show called "Then Came Bronson" that depicted a disillusioned guy riding around the country on a Harley Sportster and never staying very long in one place. That was me and my life style. I would stay in a town until I didn't want to be there any longer and then get on my Harley and ride on. When I left Van Horne, I rode back west across Arizona to Las Vegas. Not for gambling or the shows or the women, but to meet my mother and father. They were at a convention for the electronic industry and didn't know I was coming. I was going to knock on their hotel room door and surprise them. Dad opened the door and I didn't know what to say. Apparently he didn't think words were necessary because he grabbed and hugged me. Mom came into the small entry to see who was at the door and she rushed over to join the family hug. For several minutes no words were needed, the hugs and kisses and tears said it all. Mom pulled me into the room and wouldn't let go of my hand. She and I sat on the bed and Dad was in a chair across from us. It seemed like a hundred questions were asked and answered. I told them about my travels, the places I had worked and the people I had met. Then the big question was asked. "When are you coming home son?" I think Dad beat Mom with the question by about one second. "Don't know, not for awhile yet," I answered. I went on to explain that I needed to get my head around William and Shelley. Somewhere as I was riding, I realized that I hadn't really been in love with Shelley. It was William's actions that bothered me. He knew that she was my girl and yet he went after her. I told them until I could get over his "thief" I couldn't come home. "It's not as if you would be in competition for her. William and she got married last month. She's your brother's wife now, so get over it and come home," Dad was almost ordering me. "That doesn't make any difference. William showed what an ass is his, he showed a total lack of respect for me and until I can get around that I don't want to be around him. I wouldn't ask you guys to make a choice between us, so I'll just stay on the road for awhile. Besides, if I come home now I'll probably finish what I started in the library that day." After the first rush of question, answers, and stories about my travels, my father said he had to see the manager about a room for me. As I said, they were at a convention and rooms in the better hotels were in short supply. Dad returned and shortly there was a knock on the door. It was some guy that thanked my dad for his generosity. I found out later that Dad paid for an upgrade to a suite for the guy so I could have the adjoining room. That evening while the three of us were at dinner I said, "I'm surprised that William didn't sic the sheriff on me for assaulting him." Dad sort of laughed and responded, "He wouldn't do that for two reasons: First I wouldn't allow it, but second he didn't want to admit that his "little" brother kicked his ass one on one." Mom didn't think it was funny, but Dad and I laughed like hyenas. Mom and Dad blew off the convention so we could visit. While we were in Las Vegas, I learned not to draw to an inside straight; I also learned that if a beautiful girl seemed to be in love with me to check my wallet or expect to pay for her company. After three days they flew back home and I hit the road again. For six months I traveled around the country, stopping to work at a farm, ranch, or motorcycle dealership. I really didn't need the money; Dad would wire money to me as soon as I told him where I was. I told him I didn't need it, but he was my dad and what can you do. He would tell me I had a package on the way so wait for it. It was always money. So I had the best of both worlds, enough money to live on and I only worked because I wanted to. Great life, huh? Not really. I had no roots, no real friends, no lasting relationships, and no goals in sight. It got old after a while. I enjoyed the places I went to and the people I met but I was beginning to want something more permanent. The best part of my travels was meeting Mom and Dad in some city or town every other month or so. They would fly into a city and I would meet them for a few days together. I began to think about staying in one place for longer than a couple of months. My parents and I had spent six days together in San Diego and when they flew back home I thought I might hang around in the southern California sun for a couple of months. Maybe this would be the place to settle down. Four days after the folks left, I got a call from my mom telling me about Dad's heart problems and asking me to come home. She told me to ride safely but to get home as soon as I could. I started for home as soon as we hung up. ******************************** I love my Harley, wouldn't give it up for the world. But a speed run of nearly 1900 miles, non-stop, in cold weather, on a bike is really hard. No matter how good your physical shape that type of riding will do a number on your body. According to Google maps it's 27 hours from San Diego to St. Louis, my time was just over 23 hours. Back Home Again I would have gotten there sooner but I did have to stop to sleep for two hours after the first 14 hours on the road. It would have been easier to fly or rent a car for the trip, but I would have worried about leaving my bike and Mom had said it wasn't an emergency just to get home quickly. I went to the hospital before cleaning up or eating or anything else. My father was sitting up in the bed, raising hell with a male nurse that was trying to give him a sponge bath. "Get the hell away from me, you ghoul; I can wash myself." He called the nurse some other choice names which was embarrassed my mom to no end. "Nurse, I suggest you leave before he really gets angry," I said as I stepped into the room. Dad and Mom both said "Jazz" at the same time. After that it was mostly, good to see you, how did you get here so quick, you look tired and grimy, to me and how are you feeling Dad, I'm okay Mom, I'll clean up later to them. I described my ride home and asked, "Why did you want me here before you would let them operate? Is there something more serious about this than you told me?" "No son, I need you here to run the plant." Dad explained. "William is good in the front office and the sales end of the business but the workers on the floor won't listen to him. He doesn't have their respect. As long as I was there it wasn't a problem, I dealt with them. But I'm going to be out of commission for a few weeks. That's where you come in; the people in the plant will listen to you. They respect you because you worked all those summers and holidays right there with them." "I don't know about respect but I always got along with those guys. They never treated me like the owner's son and I never acted like the owner's son; I was just one of the crew. Okay Dad if you need me, I'm your man, but just until you get back on your feet. Don't expect me to hang around once you're up and running again." Mom suggested that I go out to the house and park my Harley. She said that it was too cold to ride around on it and that I could use one of the company SUVs. "William and Shelley live in his apartment in the city and they don't come out to the house much. You can stay at the little apartment in town that the company keeps for visitors to the plant. Other than a couple of times at work you won't have to see William or Shelley." "Suits me Mom. When are you going to have the operation Dad?" My mother answered before Dad could say anything. "Hopefully tomorrow if they can schedule it. You're not putting it off any longer." This last part was direct at my father. "Okay, I'll go out to the house, pick up the SUV and some clothes. Then I'll get settled at the apartment and be back late this afternoon. See you later." **************** The next morning they did the bypass surgery and I sat with Mom, trying to be upbeat and keep her from worrying too much. I think she did more for me than I did for her. We both saw Dad in the recovery room and he came through the procedure in great shape. After making sure he was okay, I went to the plant to get my head wrapped around my new job. That evening I went back to visit with Dad. The day after my father's operation, I called a meeting in the plant manager's, now my, office. I had the two senior foremen and a couple of the workers from the floor in the meeting. It was a briefing to get me up to speed. I wanted to know if they needed anything or if there was anything I could do to improve their jobs. About 30 minutes into the meeting, my brother William walked into the office. "Gentlemen, I would like a word with my brother so excuse us please," he ordered. The men started to leave. "Just a minute guys. William, this is my office and my crew. I will decide who stays or goes, so sit down, shut up, and wait until we're done." The workers got a huge kick out of that. Surprising William didn't say anything and found another chair. The meeting continued for another 10 minutes and as the men left I turned to William. "What'da you want William?" He was even bigger than before, he had put on weight; not muscle mass but fat. Even though it was cool in the office, he had sheen of sweat on his forehead. His face was flushed and he was a little upset at my treatment of him. William began to give me song and verse about how he wanted the manufacturing division ran and the things I should do. I let William ramble on for about five minutes and said, "Can it Willie. Dad asked me to run this side of the business and that's what I'm going to do. If you need something from us have your secretary contact me, but I don't want to talk to you if I can help it. Do you understand?" "How can you hate me so much Jazz, I'm your brother?" "BROTHER? You've never been a brother to me. You've harassed and tormented me since we were kids. I told you that Christmas at home how much I cared for Shelley but you went after her anyway. And now you play the brother card. I don't hate you; you have to care about someone to hate them. Now leave me alone except for business." I guess William got the message that things weren't going to be all brotherly love between us and left my office in a bit of a huff. Good, I hope he has a heart attack, I thought. That afternoon I went to visit my father again. He was busy making the nurse's lives hell; Dad was not a model patient. Mom finally got him to settle down by threatening to stop coming to the hospital. Everyone knew she was bluffing, but it showed Dad how upset she was. He settled down. The next month was very busy for me. I had to learn on the job as it were and still keep ahead of the problems you have with any business. My foremen were good men and helped me out. I would have made a lot of mistakes without their support. The only time I had to see William was at the weekly production/sales meetings. All of our interaction was strictly about business. Dad was released from the hospital and allowed to go home. His doctor wouldn't let him go back to work for another two months at best. On Friday evening Mom ambushed me while I was in the garage checking over my Harley. She watched me for a few minutes and asked me to join her in the kitchen when I was done. As I came into the kitchen a little later I could see the Mom was nervous about something. "We're going to have a welcome home dinner for your father tomorrow night. I don't want you to freak out but William and Shelley will be here. Will you come, Jazz?" I knew that I had to see Shelley sometime, I just hadn't thought about how I would react. "Yeah, I'll be here. If I don't come it would stress Dad out and that's the last thing he needs right now. Just don't expect me to be more than polite to either of them." It was 6:00 Saturday evening and I was in the library; dinner was to be at 7:00. I was having a short talk with my friend Jack Daniels and thinking about the last time I had been in this room. Looking out the window, something sort of kicked me in the butt and made me realize that I couldn't spend my life hating William and Shelley. All that was doing was to make me miserable and didn't hurt them at all. I was the one being hurt by all that anger. Time to let it go and move on. I poured myself another Jack and had turned back to the window, when the door opened. William and Shelley came into the library. They both looked like they would rather be anywhere but there right them. "Jazz, if it's going to cause problems, Shelley and I will just say hello to Dad and leave," William said. I never expected that much consideration from William. He had always been self centered and selfish, but now he was thinking about someone other than himself. Maybe I had knocked some sense into him two years ago. Shelley was standing next to William and I had to admit she looked very pretty. This was the first time I had seen her since that day in the library. I was surprised at my feelings on seeing her I didn't feel angry, or sadness, or longing, what I felt was relief. Relief that it was William with her instead of me. Actually seeing Shelley proved what I had learned on my two year trek; I hadn't been in love with her. I had been in intense "like" maybe, but I was more in love with the idea of a wife and a family than I was with her. As I walked over to them Shelley said, "It's good to see you Jazz. I've wanted to apologize for the way I handled things. Can you forgive me?" "I can forgive you guys, I just can't forget it. We need to get along because of the family and the business. Let's be cordial and let it go at that. Okay?" Dinner that evening was pleasant if not a warm family happening. Most of the talk was about how Dad was feeling and when he thought he would come back to work. A few business plans were discussed and we stayed away from talk about personal topics. William and Shelley left shortly after dinner which was a good thing. I had planned to spend the week end with my folks and don't know if I would have if William and Shelley had decided to stay over. After William and Shelley left, Dad and I were in the famous library having a discussion with our friend Jack Daniels. Mom came in and took Dad's glass away from him. "You aren't supposed to be drinking Dear,' she said. "No, the doctor said I could have a drink but to take it easy," he said as he took his glass back. "I purposely didn't have any wine at dinner so I could have a night cap with Jazz." He was almost laughing because he felt he had put one over on Mom. Mom giggled and shrugged her shoulders. She turned to me, "I hope you weren't too uncomfortable tonight Jazz." "No, it was okay. I told them that I forgive them and said we should put it behind us. I won't ever be close to either of them, but I can live with the situation." "Okay, enough about that, let's talk about when we're going fishing," Dad said. ********************* The weeks rolled by and my dad was getting impatient to get back to work, he still had about three weeks before the doctor would release him. William and I concentrated on our divisions and the business was doing very good. He came up with an idea to increase our sales and for the first time asked to talk to me outside of our weekly meetings. We met in my office and William explained that our sales material, brochures and such, were done by an outside firm. They would take a few pictures and add some generic text to make up general brochures for our product line. His idea was to hire a graphic designer/artist to do the sales material in house. Instead of a general brochure we would print brochures for each type of product. We could pick what pictures of what products to use and give a more intense text to each brochure. It was a good idea, and I agreed with his suggestion. He said he would find and hire someone and then send them to me for some product education. ********************** Three weeks later my dad finally came back to work, at least on a limited basis. The doctor told him he could spend no more than four hours a day at work. Dad didn't like the restriction, but after Mom told him it was that or sit at home for another month he agreed. Dad's second week back we were in my office discussing possible promotions for some of the guys on the floor. The men we were talking about had really stepped up and taken on extra duties to help me and the company while Dad was gone. We decided that instead of promotions where the union might get involved because of the seniority issue, we would give them a bonus. A four day week end all expense paid to one of the resorts around the area would be a nice thank you. We would also give them some money for expenses. William called and asked if I had time to meet the graphic designer that he had hired. He said if I had the time the designer could met with me and begin to get an education on our products. I said to send them over that I had time now. He said that the name was M.A. Thomas and they would be there in a few minutes. William sounded like he was trying to keep from laughing as he talked to me. My dad said he would go back to his office but I told him to hang around. "You've got more experience than I do and I could use your help." About twenty minutes later my secretary, Sally, announced that a M.A. Thomas wanted to see me. I told Sally to send Thomas in. My chin almost hit the floor in surprise when I met this M.A. Thomas. It was Melody Ann Thomas, my tomboy friend that I had ran with when we were kids. She came in smiling and then broke into laughter at the look on my face. Even my dad was laughing. I had been set up. Melody has grown up from that little freckled face tomboy that used to catch tadpoles with me in the creek. She was about 5' 6" and slender but not skinny with the important parts proportional to her height and build. Her strawberry blond hair was worn long, hanging down her back. She still had a sprinkling of freckles across her nose that drew attention to her deep blue eyes. In a word, she was stunning. It turns out that Dad was the one that hired Melody. He had kept in touch with her family over the years, writing or talking to them every three months or so. When he found out that Melody had become a graphic designer and was looking for a job, he hired her. If nothing else she would make a good addition to the administrative staff. "I think you two should take the rest of the day and have a business lunch to discuss our plans for the brochures and related sales material," Dad said. "And that's an order children." "But I have a meeting with the shop steward in an hour and a lot of.........." I started. "Who's the president of this company and your boss Jazz? I want you two to take the afternoon to draw up a plan. I expect to see an outline tomorrow. And I'll handle to shop steward. Now you guys go on." "I think we're out ranked here Jazz. Let's go and do as ordered." Melody was still smiling. ****************** The first order of business at lunch was to catch up on what we had been doing for the last few years. Melody had graduated with a major in Graphic Design, worked for a small company for a while and when my dad offered her a job, she jumped at the chance. She would be the head of our graphic design department, actually she was the only one in the department, but she would be the head anyway she commented with a smile. I filled her in on my life after high school, including my aborted romance with Shelley and William's betrayal. I told her that I realized after the fact that I wasn't really in love with Shelley and my trek around the country was because of William's actions. After a few minutes I asked Melody, "Why did you stop writing? I really missed your letters." Melody hung her head as if to think for a minute. "I had a huge crush on you then Jazz. But when our family moved away I realized that you would go on to college and probably forget about me. I quit writing to keep from being disappointed because I couldn't be around you." We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing business. Yeah, right! Some points and ideas were brought up but most of the talk was personal. An outline was presented to my dad the next day as requested. Our recommendations were accepted and our graphic design department got to work. ******************** Six months have passed and the company's sales have increased. A direct result of the close work between our graphic design department, sales, and the production staff. I promised my parents that I would hang around for at least another six months. It's an empty promise; I plan on being here much longer. Melody and I have become an item, although we are talking things slow and getting to know each other again. I have no doubt where we are going, it's just a matter of time before there will be another wedding in the family. There have been a few family dinners with my parents and William and Shelley. My brother and his wife are not my friends but I have let go of my hatred of them; I tolerate them because it's the easiest thing to do. On the other hand maybe I owe William and Shelley a thank you; they kept me from making a huge mistake. Now I have Melody and anyway you look at it, I'm ahead of the game and in the winner's circle. Karma isn't always a bitch. Quote: Life goes on. Back Home Again Almost instinctively, I shyly began to fondle her ass cheeks when I felt the touch of the satin against my fingertips. Without a word, mom slowly started to move up my torso, making the distance between her crotch and my face smaller and smaller. She didn't stop until she was kneeling over my chest with her pussy just an inch or two away from my mouth. I was still feeling her ass through her panties when mom suddenly ran her hands through my hair, looked down on me with a warm smile and said, "Go on then, smell my crotch. You did say that you liked the smell." I had reached a point where it no longer mattered if this was all a dream or not. All I knew was that my most forbidden fantasy was being acted out in front of me and I could not resist the temptation of going along with it. I raised my head slightly, just enough to bring my nose a little closer to mom's lace-covered beaver. I took in the aroma coming from underneath that sexy fabric and it was a familiar scent, only this time much stronger and much more intense. Dried-in stains of pussy juices had been arousing in their own right but this was the real thing I was smelling now. Anxious to not be too hasty, I just savoured the sweet fragrance emanating from my mother's crevice. All the while she was playing with my already ruffled hair, moving her pelvis in a growing, circling motion in response to my exceeding caresses of her ass. The sexual tension was building up as I continued to just enjoy the sweet-scented smell. Mom removed her hands from my hair and reached back behind her. My balls jerked as I felt her touch the head of my cock which was now standing erect under the panties I was wearing. Mom began teasing me by just running a finger around the base of the head for a while, before she brought it to the very tip and collected a drop of pre-cum that had leaked through the silky material. Putting the gleaming pearl of fluid to her lip, she then licked it up with the tip of her tongue. I could see her eyes roll back as she closed them and gave off a low moan. "Mmmm, that tastes so good, Danny. Why don't you taste me now?" I didn't have to reply with words, I only used my right hand to carefully pull the front of her panties aside, bringing her pussy into full view just in front of me. What a beautiful sight it was! Mom was apparently still concerned about how her privates looked, since her pubic hair was trimmed down neatly. She wasn't shaven but it was certainly no wild-grown bush that was exposed to me. It was thinner around her labia but above her clit was the dark patch that I had spied through the white lace already. Mom's opening was already moist from the sexual tension and I could see a drop hanging from one of her pussy lips. I extended my tongue and brushed against her warm mound, just quick enough to gather up the moist, glistening bead and bring it to my mouth. With the brief contact of the tip of my tongue, mom made a sudden inhale of breath and I felt a slight tremor going through her thighs, on which my hands were now resting. As the taste of that small drop grew in my mouth, I felt a warmth flow through my entire body. This was the fragrance I had relished for so long but now I experienced it as a flavour for the first time. For a second or two, I just let it overwhelm me and spread all over me before I headed in for more. As I planted a kiss on mom's clit, her hands immediately found mine on her thighs and grabbed a firm hold. She squeezed my hands harder and harder as I began to eat her with more ferocity. My tongue was circling the button over her slit one second and digging into her crack the other. Licking the inner walls of her cleft, I suckled the tasty juices of my mother's pussy with a feverish desire. We were both lost to primal instincts and mom was pushing her crotch into my face as I continued to lick and suck her wet opening. But suddenly, mom grabbed my head and forced it away from her pussy. Bending down, she began kissing me as she eased herself down my body again. Our tongues were exploring each other's mouths and the taste of mom's pussy blended with the mixing of our saliva. She was now lying on top of me with her hands on my cheeks and our kissing continued with undiminished heat. Mom positioned her crotch over my cock and began rubbing it with her mound and ass. I was so close to fulfilling my dark fantasy of penetrating my own mother and she knew it. I reached down, grabbed my dick and pointed it towards mom's pussy and then followed a brief pause of silent communication. Holding my shaft in a firm grip, my eyes locked with mom's. With just the exchange of a look, I asked for permission and she granted it. Then she slowly pushed her opening towards my cock and I gave out a satisfied moan as I felt her slit come apart around it. Once I had reached in to the full length of my member, I wrapped my arms around mom's back as I began to pump it in and out. Slow at first but with increasing tempo as we found the rhythm together. Still on her knees mom suddenly rose and sunk her fingernails into my chest. I replied with a grunt of pleasure as she slowly scratched my upper body, running her fingers down my torso. Sitting on top of me with my cock pushing in and out of her, mom grabbed my by the wrists again and placed my hands on her tits. Although held in place by her bra, they were still bobbing up and down from her riding motions and I could feel the weight of them through the sexy piece of lingerie. Reaching up a little further, I got my hands in under the bra straps, which I eased aside and down her shoulders. Gently I stroke the fabric of the cups down to reveal her nipples which were dark and hard by now. As I began to caress the naked skin of mom's breasts, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Knowing full well of my fetish, she then let it drop to my chest and I could still feel her heat embedded in its smooth fabric. I moved my hands to mom's ass again, returning to relishing the touch of her panties against my fingertips. Her gasping got louder as I fondled her ass cheeks harder and harder and I could only enjoy the view when mom loosened the hair clip on the back of her head and let her beautiful, blonde hair fall down. She was still riding me and the billowing waves of her hair were soon in synch with her up-and-down movement. But all of a sudden she stayed herself and just sat on my crotch with my member deeply buried in her pussy. She made a few grinding movements against my skin and then climbed off me. I looked down on my cock and saw it glint of mom's juices. I looked at mom as if begging for more and she gave me a confirming smile. "Relax, Danny, we're not finished yet. But you've tasted me and it's only fair that I get to taste you now..." Before I could reply she bent over my body and grabbed my cock firmly by the root. Kneeling beside me on the bed, she placed her lips against the tip of my bulb and began by kissing and licking it mildly. Lapping up her own juices from my shaft, mom ran her tongue up and down while still holding my cock in a firm grip. Pausing briefly with her oral action, she looked up at me as she continued to stroke my dick. She fired off a smile before she went back to work and now she lowered her mouth all over my throbbing cock. I could feel the back of her throat rubbing against it as a little saliva dripped from her open mouth down along my shaft. Mom's hair was hanging down and brushing against my stomach, sending small shivers through my body. I reached out with my hands; grabbed her head with one and cupped one of her hanging tits with the other. As I played with her stiff nipple, I firmly decided the tempo of her blowjob as I pushed her head down the full length of my hard-on. Mom was licking and sucking my shaft as if it were a popsicle, taking short pauses to get some air between her lunges to engulf it down to its root. During those pauses, she kept on stroking my dick as she gasped deeply as her spit dripped down on my body. All of a sudden, she reached out her arm and found the black, silk panties I had been smelling earlier. Mom wrapped them around my cock and continued stroking it while she also placed the palm of her other hand against my balls and started rubbing them with a circling motion, taking me to yet another level of sexual pleasure. She must have felt I was close to coming, because she suddenly slowed down her tempo and eventually released my aching cock completely. Then she climbed out of bed and stood up with her back against the chest of drawers. With one finger she signalled me to come and join her and I wasn't late to comply. Still wearing my mother's silver, white satin panties, I went up to her and held her by the hips. We shared another passionate kiss before she threw her arms back on the chest of drawers, lifted her right leg and wrapped it around my butt. Grabbing her by the knee pit, it didn't take long before I pushed my cock inside her pussy again and began thrusting in and out once more. My other hand quickly found mom's ass again and again I caressed the satin panties which were now moist of her sweat. Suddenly, I felt her hands on my ass. There we were, locked in an incestuous embrace, both of us wearing her panties, fondling and stroking each other's bodies. I lowered my head and began kissing mom's chest and neck, my tongue leaving trails of glistening saliva as it ran over her soft, warm skin. With a few final thrusts, I dug deep into mom's pussy and I could feel her body begin to shake from an orgasm. As she trembled in my arms, it was exhausting her to the point where it took a lot of my strength to keep her upright. She collapsed in my arms, panting over my shoulder as I lovingly kissed the back of her neck. Mom took a few minutes to catch her breath again and then she broke free from our embrace. Taking me by the hand, she led me back to the bed where she lay down on her back. She was rubbing her clit to keep her ecstasy going, lifting her ass as I pulled her wet panties down her legs. Wearing only her nylon stay-ups and her glasses, she now lifted her legs up into the air spreading them wide. I kneeled down in front of her wet entrance, and took her by the ankles. Placing the head of my cock against her heated mound, I rubbed the crack between her legs for a few seconds before pushing in again. Mom let out a deep moan, then looked up at me and whispered, "Danny, I want you to come all over me. I want to feel your hot cum against my body." God knows I wanted to oblige. Ever since I was seventeen I had fantasised about fucking my own mother and shooting my jizz all over her mature body was definitely a big part of my dream. I held her legs wide apart as I increased my humping. As my thrusts grew more ferocious, mom's tits were rocking back and forth more and more. I looked down on my beautiful, sexy, slutty mom as I felt a load build up in my balls and I could see she was close to another orgasm as well. With one hand I reached down and massaged her clit to bring her to a climax and feeling her body convulse I pushed deeply inside her three times before I finally shot my load. It came rushing with such force that I didn't have time to pull out before the first jet came. It shot deep into my mother's cunt and as I pulled out I shot the rest over her chest and stomach. Trails of white seed landed on her body and some of it even smudged one of the lenses of her glasses. As I draped my mother with cum, she was thrashing about from her own orgasm, until finally I collapsed on top of her. We lay there recovering for a short while, until mom kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you Danny. That was the best I've had in a long time..." "Me too. I love you mom... Thank you." She just smiled and gave my hair a few strokes. Then she suddenly jumped as if she had been violently pulled back to reality. "Oh shit, my presentation! I have to get to work!" She quickly gathered her clothes and started putting them on. As she fastened the hair clip again, she looked at me and said, "I'll see you again tonight, honey." Mom wiped off the driblet of my cum from her glasses, and smiled at me. She then threw me a kiss before quickly disappearing down the stairs. I heard the front door slam shut and mom driving off before I fell back into bed. With my hands behind my head, I drew a deep breath and thought, "It's not so bad to be back home again, after all." Back Home Early: Act 01 Alexis simply stood in the hall doorway, speechless with shock. Her rucksack slowly began sliding off her hands as she got a first hand experience of what paralysis really meant. And the cause for her whole world being turned upside down was her own mother. Her mother who was on the rosewood lounge table in the hall getting her brains fucked out by three black men. None of them had noticed her standing there as yet, so intently were they caught up in their loud fucking. All three men were making full use of her body. Each one had plugged a hole and was driving in and out a jackhammer. One man was lying beneath her, his cock rammed into her pussy, the second bent over her slamming in and out of her dripping cunt while the third had a bunch of her hair in one hand and was fucking his dick with her face screaming perversities at the big titted blond whore beneath him. "Suck that cock, bitch! Take it all in. You love black cock stuffing you don't you whore?" The throaty moan emanating from her mother indicated just how much she loved it. Still paralyzed with shock Alexis tried to comprehend the scene in front of her. Her mother had always been known as a beautiful woman, some of own boyfriends had often teased her about it, but up until that point she had thought of her mother as a faithful housewife who did not even drink alcohol. Now with three hard black dicks ramming her, lacy black stockinged feet flailing in the air, the empty bottles of wine littering the floor, her mother's erstwhile image lay in tatters. At that moment, her bag slid off her arm completely and hit the floor with a soft thud. Only the man blowing her mother's face noticed Alexis standing in the doorway. Far from being startled however he only leered at her and pulled out his cock to give the nineteen year old arts student a good look at his eight inch manhood drenched with her mother's saliva. Still looking at her, he said, "Tell me how much you want it, bitch. Say it out loud." "Oh, put it back in, Drakar. I need your cock. I need to be stuffed like a trussed up a turkey. Fill me with your cum. Use me baby. Shove your hard cock into me." replied Alexis's sex crazed mother as she tried to pull the black man closer by pulling his butt with one hand and grabbing his slick schlong with the other. She appeared to know these men well enough and quite obviously this was not her first time. "Who are you bitch. I want to hear you say it." This was a followed by a couple of hard slaps to her face. Strangely enough the look on her face seemed to say she loved the rough treatment. "I'm your slut. Your cum-slut. Your whore who wants to suck you're your big bad cock and swallow your baby. Give it to me. Give it to me hard." The man called Drakar seemed satisfied with her answer and still grinning at the frozen Alexis shoved his cock back into her mother's eager mouth. The other two men were by now getting quite close and the one in her cunt yelled. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." "Yes. Cum inside of me. Shove all of your juice up my cunt, you bastard. Do it now. Harder. ......YEEEESSSSS!!!!..ungh............make me CUMMMMMMMMM....." screamed Alexis's mother in pure sexual ecstacy as both men ploughing her from behind increased their pace. "YEAAAAAHHH!!!" screamed the one in her cunt and then pulled out a cock almost as impressive as the one Drakar had earlier displayed, still spraying its hot seed as he furiously stroked it with his hand. Moments later the one in her ass started bucking causing her mother to spasm violently, enormous breasts flopping up and down. All the while she swallowed Drakar's cock like a pro not losing her rhythm. Having sprayed his semen inside of her, the third man squirmed out from under her and stood up slowly. As he grabbed a beer and stood by his friend watching her being abused by Drakar, he noticed Alexis and elbowed his friend standing next to him who was also downing a beer unabashed by his stark nakedness. Alexis by now was gripping the doorway so hard that the knuckles of her left hand had turned white. She wanted to scream out with all her might but she could only stand there riveted by the orgy going on before her. All three men exchanged knowing glances and grinned. Her mother was now the only one totally unaware of her audience and was carrying in like a wanton slut. Drakar, obviously enjoying this turned her around without removing his cock from her mouth and motioned for one of his friends to hold up her legs by the ankles so that Alexis had a good view of her mother's shaved cunt and round ass dripping with a mixture of sperm and her own juices, while he viciously twisted her erect nipples and mauled her big white boobs. At another private cue the man who had only until recently been ploughing her ass took one of the wine bottles and held it up for Alexis to see. Shocked as she was she failed to comprehend the significance of his action till he took the tapering mouth and shoved it hard into her mother's ass causing her scream in pain and pleasure. Drakar's cock still occupied her entire mouth so all the noises she made were slurpy and muffled but it was obvious that she enjoyed this new violation of her body as big round ass began gyrating feverishly almost willing the bottle to go in deeper. "Damn, this bitch is horny. She wants more, the dirty slut!" spat the third man gulping down his beer and taking another from the crate on the floor. "Shove it in deeper." He said with a laugh and slapped the heaving ass loudly. Thrice. Each bringing a moan from her mother. The third man was more than happy to do so and almost half the bottle disappeared inside her engorged ass, and the moans escaping the buxom blonde's mouth got louder and louder. Even Drakar's seemingly endless stamina was now being overwhelmed by Alexis's mother's ardent ministrations and he was close to coming and so was her mother....for the umpteenth time. Drakar's friend with the wine bottle also realized this and proceeded to shove the bottle harder and deeper into her spasming asshole. Something Alexis leaning on the doorway hadn't thought physically possible. Her mother came before the stud in her mouth and she came so hard she almost lifted her whole body off the table. The guttural howl that escaped her cock filled mouth was of pure unadulterated sexual gratification. As she flopped back down on the table, the man behind her pulled out the wine bottle which came out with a plop. Apparently there had been a considerable amount of wine inside the bottle because as he removed a gush of red wine mixed with the previously deposited cum gushed out onto the floor from her gaping asshole. Within moments Draka too let out an animal grunt and said, "Here it comes bitch, take it all." Looking up at Alexis standing less than 10 feet away, he changed his mind at the last minute and pulling out of her mouth, began spraying his seed all over face and tits. His eyes never left the nineteen-year old's unblinking face all the while he jerked out copious amounts of sperm onto her mother's waiting face. Her mother meanwhile still lost in her own lust was moaning and rubbing the sperm all over her face and tits with shivering hands. "YESSSSS......Spray me with your milk. I'm your cum-slut....Come on me like the whore that I am. Drench me baby." moaned her mother as she moaned and stroked his balls as he continued his seemingly endless spraying. After he finally stopped cumming she opened her eyes and looked up at Drakar dreamily with cum splashed all over her hair, face and tits. Slowly stroking his glistening and jerking cock she licked her lips as if she had just been treated to a jarful of nectar. Rubbing of the dripping strands of spit from his cock she slowly licked her fingers clean all the while staring up at him. "That was the best fucking I have ever had." she exclaimed with a big still oblivious to her daughter's presence. All three of them laughed out loud. Then Drakar looked down upon her cruelly and said "And that was the best fucking she's ever seen!" pointing to the stunned and unmoving Alexis. The last thing Alexis remembered seeing was her mother's cum and spit splattered face peering above her huge sweaty breasts, cunt dripping with sperm and gooey wine still leaking out of her spread asshole, before she was once more in control of her body. As the nineteen-year old dashed up the stairs to her room, her ears filled with loud male laughter and a shocked female voice screaming, "Alex...." Bolting her own door she dropped to the floor and covered her face in her own hands. My mother's a whore! A cum-loving dirty whore! Why would she commit such depravity? Why? She asked herself repeatedly And why am I so wet down there? Back Home Early: Act 02 The lecture hall was hot. Hotter than she ever remembered it. Professor Delaway was droning on about the finer points of Shakespeare but she had hardly heard a word. Her mind kept returning to the previous days events. The man called Drakar's huge dick being hungrily swallowed by her mother. His friends shoving the wine bottle up her mother's ass. The three men grinning at her lecherously. Alexis had locked herself in her room for over an hour till she had finally let her mother into the room. She had expected her mother to break down but she had been curiously calm. She had told him how she had been desperate after Alexis's father had unceremoniously dumped them five years ago. They had been used to their lifestyle and the pitiance that he sent in alimony meant that would have had to give up most of it. It was then that she had made a choice. She had further shocked Alex by revealing that she had slept with many strange men even while she was married to his father since they were both part of a swingers club. So sex with strangers had not been new to her. She simply made a huge amount of money now. She had then made a statement that had played itself over and over in her mind. "At first it was simply the money but very soon I began enjoying myself." She had of course walked out calling her a slut and a whore and spent the night at another friends place. Alexis had come to college mainly to take her mind off the conversation and be alone in the anonymity that only a crowd can sometimes provide, but it wasn't working. Another fifteen minutes later she walked out of the hall. There really was no point sitting there anymore. After some deliberation she finally decided to head back home. She would have to meet her mother sooner or later so it might as well be sooner. Reaching home she entered with a little trepidation. The house was silent. Her mother must be out. With the prospect of her confrontation postponed a little more she sighed in relief. As she passed the hall the unforgettable images of the day before flashed before her eyes and unexpectedly a tingle ran up between her legs. She stood there for a moment replaying the lurid scenes she had witnessed before she darted up to her room ashamed by the carnal thoughts that had been entering her mind ever since. Entering her room she got the fright of her life as she almost walked into her aunt. "Aunt Melany! What are you doing here?" Melany was her mothers elder sister by two years, who lived at the other end of the city. "Alex dear, its okay. Your mother told me what happened last night and I got here first thing in the morning. How are you doing darling?" "I…I…" Alexis was at a loss for words. She had been strengthening herself to confront her mother but this was a very unexpected turn of events. "There, there dear. Sit down." "Aunt Melany…You know…..about mother I mean?" She smiled that comforting smile of hers and said, "Yes dear. I know all about it." And after a pause in which they both regarded each other she whispered, "I was the one who introduced her to …. This new way of life." "You what..??" Alexis felt that sinking feeling again. "That means you too…No…"she choked on her own tears. "Come come darling." Replied her aunt as she enveloped her niece in a warm hug. "Its not as bad as you think. Quite the contrary in fact." Alexis had that urge to scream and run again but all she did was break down and let her tears flow down her aunts ample bosom. There was nowhere to run. Everyone seemed to be in on it. She had been born into a family of whores. She broke down into uncontrollable sobs while her aunt rubbed her back soothingly. After she calmed down a little she lifted her head and looked into her aunt's green eyes and was about to say something when her aunt put a finger to her lips. "Shhhh…Alex…don't say anything…" Then she did the most outrageous thing. Bending her face she kissed her niece full on the lips. She did it so slowly that Alex was literally mesmerized. She felt her aunts tongue probe into her mouth slowly but surely. A part of her was screaming for her to get away but she couldn't. Much as the thought seemed repulsive, she had to admit that it felt nice, comforting even. Like something she had been waiting for all her life. Very slowly she began responding to the kiss and soon they had their tongues entwined. After what seemed an eternity they broke their kiss and Alex opened her eyes which she had firmly shut. "Aunt…you're a?" "A lesbian…hahha….no my darling. I believe the correct phrase is….I swing both ways. But enough about me. Tell me that didn't feel good?" she asked mischievously. Alex blushed like she had never done before, because though the sensible part of her head was goading her to issue a vehement denial she knew that that she had enjoyed it. Enjoyed this reprehensible act more than she had anything before in her life. While she was still figuring out what to say, she felt her aunts left hand slip beneath her T-shirt and circle her left nipple. Before she could even register the shock a soft moan escaped her lips. As her aunt pinched her nipple electric sparks ran up and down her body and she arched her neck in pleasure. "Oh god….Aunt Mel…." "Call me Melany dear….."interrupted her aunt in a shocking husky voice. "I think we are a little beyond the aunt." "Why don't we make ourselves a little more comfortable" continued Melany after a few more moments of fondling her niece's heaving breasts. So saying she yanked off Alex's t-shirt. Moments later her jeans, bra and panties joined the discarded t-shirt on the floor. Alex by now was in an almost trance like state. All the confusion that she had been experiencing for the last 24 hours had slipped away leaving only a very pleasurable urge to do exactly as her aunt said. Melany pushed Alex on the bed and standing before her, slowly undid her own dress. As it dropped to the floor, Alexis noticed that Melany wore nothing underneath. She also looked at another woman completely naked for the first time. She had never before admired a woman's body and now she was completely captivated by the voluptuous older woman standing above her. For a woman of forty-two she had a fantastic figure. Taught legs, toned skin and a pair of breasts that she imagined pornstars would kill for. "Now dear, I think its time we initiated you into the family business." Said her aunt almost evilly as she bent down putting her face between the nineteen year-old's legs. The first lick from Melany's expert tongue sent Alexis into such a spasm that she nearly came. "Relax dear, lie back and let your body do the rest." Five minutes later, Alexis was gyrating her hips with the fervour of a bellydancer as Melany proceeded to eat her cunt like there was no tomorrow. She had been doing this for years and by now was as experienced as they came. Her tongue darted in and out of the writhing girl's pussy like a little piston and every once in a while she did things to her clit that Alexis had never thought possible. "Ohhh….Ohhhhh godddd…..aaah….yeah, yeah…." Alex had lost all control of her body by now as she was racked by orgasm after orgasm. She had always thought of lesbianism as weird and dirty but right now it seemed to be the most heavenly thing she had ever experienced. Melany stopped her oral activities for a second and before Alexis could complain she had plunged her middle finger all the way into her niece's dripping cunt causing Alexis to almost fly off the bed in pleasure. Without relelnting Melany began driving her finger into Alex's pussy with more force than any of her boyfriends had exerted while doing her. Just as she was beginning to get used to her aunt's finger, Melany inserted her index and third finger as well. "AAAAaah…..Melany….yes…YES….Harder…." Smiling at her niece's now irrevocable transformation from a fairly decent college girl to wanton nymphomaniac, she began rubbing Alex's engorged clit with the thumb of her right hand, sending new shockwaves coursing through the screaming nineteen year-old's endlessly orgasming body. Her eyes shut….hands clenching the bedcovers below her, Alexis was in a world of her own that knew only one sensation. Pure ecstasy. And when she felt her left breast engulfed by Melany's mouth it only added to the hitherto unimaginable feeling of pleasure engulfing her body. As she opened her eyes however she received a brutal shock. Staring back at her with big round eyes and a big grin was her mother. "Hello darling….Enjoying yourself?" She said and resumed lapping and circling Alex's nipples. Alex's shock transformed within moments into further ecstasy as her mother swallowed half her breast and sucked on it with all her might. In between the electrifying jolts of pleasure that were racking her body she thought how disgusting this was. Being sucked and fucked by her mother and aunt. But contrary to her previous reactions this thought only brought a sense of perverted pleasure and soon she was revelling in the incestous acts she was taking part in. Holding her mother's hair with her hand she forced her mother to suck harder on her tits. "Uungh…..yes….suck them harder. Make them as big as yours mother…." Watching her daughter turn into this slut before her own eyes turned her on even more. When she had first spoken to Melany she had been hesitant about this plan that her sister had come up with but it had worked and exceeded both their expectations. She had been watching from within the closet all the while and had already lost her clothes and frigged herself off twice while watching Melany seduce her daughter. Using her other hand to pinch and pull Alex's right nipple she sent her daughter into another set of bone-jarring orgasms. All three women were sweating profusely by now but the musky odours only seemed to aggravate their sexual instincts. Alex suddenly noticed that her cunt was unattended but before she could discover what Melany was upto, her mother straddled her face. "Ever eat out another woman, honey?" Alex stared up at the shaved pussy inches above her mouth. As her mother lowered her wet cunt onto her daughter's face Alex smelt the cum that had escaped those lips earlier and was aroused beyond description. She hungrily leapt at her mother's waiting cunt. Having never done this before she nevertheless improvised and was soon causing her mother to groan and ride her face violently in pleasure. "Oh baby…yessss…..that's it…..suck it harder…..make me cum…aaah" Even as Alex brought her mother to a shuddering orgasm and was still busy licking up her dripping juices, she felt something cold enter her pussy. It was big. Bigger than Melany's finger. It was almost like a cock, but smooth. And very soon she realized it was a lot bigger than any of the three cocks that she had experienced in her life. The owner of the cock seemed to realize that she had never had anything this big in her cunt before so eased in and out very slowly at first letting her get used to it. Alex had no idea who or what it was but within moments stopped worrying about it as the thrusts became harder and harder. Her mother was still straddling her face dripping her cunt juices all over her face so in between slobbering into her pussy muffled groans escaped Alex's mouth as her own cunt was fucked furiously by the large mysterious cock. Once again Alex thought she had never experienced anything like this before in her life and she wondered just how many times she had felt that thought run through her frazzled mind this afternoon. The cock moved like it had a mind of its own, while a hand squeezed and mauled her butt. Her bucking and writhing soon had her mother cumming again and once more she was drenched with pussy juice. As her mother's orgasm subsided she moved off Alex's face and the nineteen-year old finally got a good look at what was fucking her pussy. Before her stood a lustily grinning Melany driving a huge cucumber in and out of her cunt. By now Melany had worked up a furious rhythm and was pummeling into Alex's cunt like a jackhammer, causing her to shriek in pleasure. As the mother of all orgasm built up inside the college girl she let out a loud wail. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh……..Fuuuckkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee……YEAHHHHH….." The ensuing orgasm caused Alex to lift off the bed and she experienced such intense pleasure that she passed out right there and then. Her last vision was that of her mother sitting beside her watching the cucumber fuck her pussy while using what seemed like her whole hand to fuck her own pussy. As she passed out she vaguely thought …. 'What have I become?' Back Home For Good CHAPTER 1 The idyllic semi rural suburban area was bathed in the dusk growing dark by hour. Feeble street lights hid the sprawling massive mansions strewn across acres and acres of open countryside and managed woodlands. Over twenty miles there were probably more millions than in any other stretch of similar land. The heat of the day had only dulled slightly as the sun went down. Deep inside one these huge mansions ensconced in about hundred twenty acres of wooded land in his private bedroom suite stood the proud cofounder of S and S company limited, worth about ten billions and interests all over the world. Taran Raj Singh known as TRS or TR to all his friends and employees and Titu to his close family stood in the middle of the living lounge of his enormous bedroom suite [one of twelve such suites] with a glass of scotch and looked like a man waiting for someone. Taran was a strongly built very handsome man of over six feet tall, extremely well muscled and a slight evidence of softness around his waist. He had curly thick hair wept back with grey showing over his temples. His chest was covered in curly hairs between his pectorals, which thinned down to a streak until his belly button and then expanded again to merge with the dark growth running towards his groin. His legs were strong and hairy. His hands were huge and strong with thick strong fingers more like a farmer's hands than a multibillionaire entrepreneur. There was no denying the extremely charming and handsome presence that exuded strength and kindness all at the same time. He stood deep in thoughts in boxer shorts and an open short soft fluffy towel-cotton bathrobe. His demeanour expressed his strength but belied his gentle, polite and generous nature. The central AC system ran silently all over the mansion. Taran slowly swirled his scotch in his glass, as he looked at the picture of his dead wife on the mantle, exquisitely beautiful woman. Close to it stood the picture of his equally if not more beautiful daughter, Neelima Raj Singh, with all the perfect and ethereal beauty of her mother and some influence of her father. He slowly moved towards the wall to wall AV system and put in a DVD and switched on the system with a remote and sat down on the huge sofa that was designed to lie down in roman style and was big enough for four people to sleep without disturbing one another. The DVD opened with a shot an extremely beautiful girl of about nineteen years of age with long wavy dark hair that framed one of the most beautiful faces. She was about five feet four inches tall and full bodied. She wore a loose white tee shirt and loose cotton trousers neither of which could hide her large soft breasts unencumbered of a bra and her lush body with full fertile hips filling the trousers most provocatively. She stood most naturally in the beautiful backdrop of Goa's beach. Her face was captivatingly beautiful with bright light brown eyes which never stopped smiling her full cheeks were glowing with a smile and her skin shouted health and natural beauty, only given to a few by nature. Her movements were devoid of any self-consciousness. Even when she stopped smiling her face seemed to bathe in an angelic calmness. Hers was a beauty that had no hauteur and made people believe in goodness and everyone felt happy if she were in a room. Taran finished his scotch and moved to the well-stacked drink cabinet to pour himself another scotch with three ice cubes and came back slowly. The next clip showed the same girl in a long white tee shirt finishing around her sexy full thighs, with tousled hair smilingly rubbing the sleep out of her eyes in a plush hotel suite as she was being filmed. She was giggling and complaining to stop filming her. Her large breasts danced breathtakingly as her hands moved and laughter shook her body. She nevertheless moved towards the en suite bathroom as the camera kept on filming her. She turned around and lifted her shirt up to expose her full thighs and hips as she sat down on the toilet. Camera managed to catch a brief glimpse of her lush dark growth over her vagina. She was giggling uncontrollably as she started to pee. The camera caught the sound her urine hitting the water in the toilet clearly as she continued to pee without any inhibition. The sound of her pee almost filled the room. She whispered amidst her giggling, " Please come here and put that thing away." Her morning bladder was full and the stream of her urine did not seem to weaken for a long time. Camera panned on her unbelievably beautiful face. She whispered again, " If you are not going to be good boy I may withhold all your privileges today," there was a sound of masculine deep laughter as the camera shook for a while, " I want your monster cock in my mouth. Please put this away and bring your giant dandoo to me" The camera panned on her face filling the screen with the bathroom mirror in the background. The DVD stopped at this point and Taran affectionately looked at the wall-to-wall screen filled with the face of the most beautiful woman alive. Taran sat almost ten minutes sipping his scotch before he got up to freshen up his glass he heard the main door to his bedroom suite open and shut. A smile came on his face knowing who that would be. Soon a vision of beauty and grace breezed into the room. Her curly dark hairs were waving with her movements. She wore a cotton white loose long blouse with sleeves to her forearms and khaki cotton trousers with waist cord tie and the cuffs finishing just below her sexy full calves. Her thighs gave hint of their healthy fullness even through those lose pants and her large breasts moved with each step she took despite a soft cotton bra under her blouse. Taran put his glass on the counter as he turned to face the living picture of divine beauty. "Daddy, sorry got held up with my group and then traffic was awful. " Neelima threw her bag down on the floor as she continued her floating walk towards her father. Taran opened his arms as his daughter melted within them. She brushed her face against his hairy chest as Taran kissed the top of her head. Taran gently lifted his daughter's face with his finger under her chin and kissed the tip of her exquisitely beautiful nose, "Neelu, scotch or wine?" "I have been sweating all day, dad-scotch with ice sounds great. Ekdam bekaar evening (totally useless evening)" Neelima, as did all the family, moved between perfect English and chaste Hindi effortlessly. Neelu moved towards the sofa as her father brought two glasses of scotch with ice floating gave one to his daughter. Neelima took one long sip from the glass with open glee "It was hot and humid, I am soaked in sweat, look?" She lifted her arms to show the soaked cotton blouse with her sweat. Taran put his arm around his daughter's shoulders and kissed her forehead as she rested her face on his chest, "Yes Neelu beta you are stinking." Neelu gave her hearty childlike laugh and playfully punched her father in his stomach. "Neels, Ganga has made the dinner and left in dining area. All set to get warmed and ready for ten. You have not eaten, have you?" "No dad, too hot to eat anywhere. Moreover would I eat out if you were at home? Too early to eat anyway. Ten sounds fine. We have some time to kill." Neelu took another swig from the glass and handed it to his father. Neelu put her hands under her blouse as she unhooked her bra and pulled one strap off through one arm and then pulled it off through the other as only women can do and playfully draped it over her father's head," Too hot to keep it on. There dad you can have it." Taran laughed and threw the bra behind the sofa. Neelu again snuggled into her father's arms and noticed the still picture of her on the screen, "We should go to Goa again, dad." Taran flicked the screen off and kissed his daughter's head again, " whenever you want, beta." Neelu took the remote from her father and switched the screen back on to search the news," Dad shall we catch up what is going on in the world." She kept the sound down, gulped the scotch and handed the glass to her father and complained facetiously, "daddee meraa glass khali, see," turning the glass up and down. Taran loved this childlike sweetness of his daughter beyond imagination and missed all her sweet talks like these whenever he had to leave town. Taran got up and filled both of their glasses with scotch and ice and joined his daughter on the sofa who by now had shifted back to the back rest with her legs stretched out in front. Taran followed suit. Once his one hand was free of the glass he wrapped it around his daughter's shoulders who quickly assumed the earlier snuggling position. Neelu sipped her scotch and whispered, "Daddy, shall I shower before dinner I am really sticky and smelly." Taran hugged her tight and said softly, "I do not mind. I procrastinated my shower after gym." Neelima turned her face and buried her nose in her father's armpit and took a long theatrical sniff, "Yes daddy, there is a strong smell of a man, enough to drive any woman crazy." As her face turned forward she looked up and her father bent his face and kissed her on her lips, "Are you likely to turn crazy?" Neelima kissed her father back and slowly rubbed her hand over his chest and belly. She used rotating massaging action until her hand rested over the band of his boxers. She slowly pushed her fingers under the waistband of her father's boxer as she looked up and answered, "What do you think dad?" Her father hand moved from her shoulder and wormed under the lose neck of her blouse to top of her left breast at same time as her own hand moved under the waistband of his boxers and her finger touched the hugely thick semi hard penis of her father. No sooner Neelu's fingers touched his giant penis her father turned her towards him and crushed his open mouth on hers. Neelu pushed her mouth fiercely onto her father's mouth as his tongue shot past her open lips inside her mouth. She pushed her tongue against her father's as it searched inside her sweet mouth for hidden treasure. His saliva was trickling along his marauding tongue into her mouth. Few minutes of this fierce open mouth kissing filled her mouth with her father's saliva and left her breathless. Her hand dipped deeper inside her father's boxers trying to hold his massive cock which was hardening by minute. Neelu gasped and broke the kiss. Her father removed his arm from over her shoulders. He shoved his both hands under her sweat soaked blouse and pulled it up to expose her large, soft breasts of breathtaking beauty and shape. Neelu automatically lifted her arms and her father pulled her blouse off her and threw it behind on floor. He held his daughter's arms in one of his huge hands and brought his face into her right armpit. Neelu's soft armpit hairs were soaked in sweat. Her father licked the sweat off her armpit hair and skin. Neelu was breathing hard and she gasped as her father sucked on her armpit hair pulling them gently with his lips. She pulled her arms free and wrapped them around her father's neck as his face got even more fiercely buried in her armpit. Her father moved his face away from her armpit and kissed her right breast with gentle pecks, his right hand moved over her left breast covering it with his strong hand softly making Neelu gasp. Soon her father's lips were locked onto her right nipple as he sucked on it first slowly and soon with a strong suction action. Taran slowly pushed his daughter onto her back until she was sprawled flat on her back on the enormous roman sofa without releasing her right nipple from his sucking mouth. His hand over her left breast started to knead her soft overflowing large breast more insistently. Neelima slowly ran her fingers lovingly through her father's hair as she felt the lust rising inside her loins in anticipation. Her father's masterful manipulation of her breasts made her gasp. Taran opened his mouth real wide and sucked as much as he could of his daughter's delicious breast flesh in his mouth creating a forceful suction as his other hand mauled the other breast pinching the nipple. Neelu tried to remove the open bathrobe from over her father's shoulders, as she wanted to feel his bare skin all over. Sensing his daughter's wishes Taran let go of her breast to free his hand and pulled off his robe without relenting even for a fraction the sucking grip on her other breast. He shrugged the robe off; Neelu pulled it off his back and flung it away. She caressed his bare back with her soft small hands as her father pushed her inexorably towards boiling sexual peak. Taran covered his daughter's full, lush, voluptuous frame with his massive body, he pushed his hands between their rubbing torsos and searched for the knot of the cord of Neelu's pants. He untied the cord and loosened the waistband. He pushed his hand inside the pants and flimsy cotton panties to find the soft rich growth of his daughter's pubic hair. Neelu gasped as her father's inquisitive fingers parted her pubic hair to seek the opening of her sweet, wet, soft cunt, "Daddy, daddy, aaah.....please suck on my breast.....jor se mayree choochee choosiyay." Neelu even in the throes of passion shifted involuntarily between two languages as did her father and rest of the family. Taran deftly without moving too much pulled the pants off his daughter as she helped him by lifting her hips off the sofa. Taran pulled the pants off completely as she bent her knees to ease them off. Taran freed her right breast from his sucking mouth. He grabbed both her breasts in his enormous hands as he kissed her again with an open mouth. Neelu kissed her father back and sucked on his invading tongue sometime biting it with her teeth ever so gently. She felt her both breasts being mauled with an increasing intensity that seem to set them on fire. Her father would sometime pushed both breasts into her chest and sometime he would squeeze them with his hands and try to pull them away from her chest, both making her gasp and burn with an ever escalating lust. Taran sensing the increasing lust in his daughter pulled her panties off her hips and rolled them off her feet Neelu inadvertently spread her legs wide as her father's hand covered her sweet smelling very wet cunt covered with lush dark growth of soft pubic hair glistening with her leaking cunt juices. Neelu felt her father's fingers gently parting her lush pubic growth to find the wet soft slit of her cuntal opening. She gasped as her father inserted his thick index finger inside her cunt up to the knuckle as its tip tried to find the cervix. Neelima whispered, " oooohhh.....daddeeee......pleeeee...aseee...... soooo....gooood...meri ...choot...aahhh......... dheeray ......dheeray." Taran was now kissing every inch of his daughter's beautiful face as his one hand mauled her breast and other tormented her cunt. He first moved his finger in and out slowly and then he pushed it to the hilt and tickled her cervix eliciting more throaty gasps and sounds of passion from his daughter. Neelu desperately tried to reach her father's boxers to push them down but the difference in height made it quite difficult. Sensing his daughter's desires Taran fucked her cunt few times rapidly with his finger and then withdrew it. He got up off the sofa to take his boxers off. Neelu was breathing with an open mouth as she stared at her father taking the last garment off his huge muscular frame. Her mouth went dry in anticipation as Taran pulled his boxers down and his cock emerged almost in slow motion. The massive inhuman girth of his monstrous penis seemed to go on until the boxers cleared the thighs. He threw the shorts away. Neelu licked her lips as she saw the giant yet not fully hard penis of unbelievable dimension hanging between her father's muscular strong hairy thighs nestling below were two huge balls ensconced in his hairy scrotum. Taran moved slowly towards the sofa fully aware of his daughter's gaze fixed on his monstrous cock. Taran knelt in front of the sofa and pulled Neelima holding her wonderful thighs to bring her ass close to the edge of the sofa. He looked straight in his daughter's eyes, which were shining with love and lust for her father. Taran knew his daughter could see the same in his eyes. Taran slowly brought his mouth close to his daughter's crotch with her legs now bent and wide open. He licked the wet lush hair and could smell the sweet heady fragrance of his daughter's cunt juices now flowing freely. He used his tongue to part the hair and find the cunt lips. He felt the squirming ass of his daughter anticipating the pleasure ahead of her. His tongue found the cunt opening at the bottom and he used it to part open the large fleshy cunt lips. He brought his arms around the flexed thighs of his daughter and used one hand to pull apart the cunt lips and other to grab one of her overflowing large breast in his other hand squeezing them rhythmically. Neelima was now burning and she put her hands on top of his head a running her fingers through his heavy thick wavy hair, "Daddy, please lick me.... mayree choot bilkul geelee hai. Daddy mayree choot choosiyay, please." Neelu was trying to lift her hips to push her cunt into her father's mouth. Taran opened his mouth wide and engulfed her whole cunt inside and pushed his stiff tongue like a small miniature cock in a to and fro fucking motion throwing Neelu in frenzy. Taran kept the frantic tongue fucking for few minutes making his daughter gasp for more. Her hands pushed his head firmly into her crotch. Taran pushed her thighs up lifting her ass off the sofa exposing her cunt and as fully to his hungry gaze and mouth. He traced the opening of her cunt downwards until he reached her anal opening. He could smell the unmistakable mixture of smells of the cleft of her ass and sweat. There was no fragrance like it to send his blood rushing. Taran ran his tongue from below her anus to her cunt lapping all the mixture of sweat, cunt juices. The taste was as strong as was the aroma. Neelu moaned loudly as if in pain, "ahhh daddee ....uuunnnnnhhhhhhhh." Taran started to lick firmly making sure to linger over her sensitive anus. Soon Neelima was thrashing, as her father used his loving tongue to push her further closer to her first orgasm of the evening. Taran once satisfied that all the collected taste and smell captured in between his daughter's luscious ass cheeks was lapped up he concentrated on her anus. He rotated the tip of his tongue all over the anal ring. Taran lifted his face, "Neelu bete apnee gaand ko thoda sa kholo." Neelima did as her father wished and relaxed her anus and pushed it down as if to relieve herself on the toilet. Taran's tongue soon found its way as his daughter's anal ring relaxed. The taste inside her anal canal raised his passion even more. "Bete apnee jhaango ko khud pakdo," Taran wanted his hands free to maul his daughter's heavenly breasts. Neelima held her legs with her hands to keep her ass and cunt fully accessible to her father's hungry seeking mouth and tongue. Soon her father's both hands found her breasts and he kneaded them harshly making her moan even louder, "Daddy...ahhhh.......mayree choot.....ahhhhh........mayree gaand chaatiyay. I want to cum..uummmm daddeeee...mujhay ab aanaa hai....mayree choot jhaariyay...aaaahhhhhh." Taran let go her one breast and now concentrated on her cunt. He inserted first index and then middle thick fingers inside his daughter's cut flowing with her cunt juices as he attacked her clitoris with his raspy tongue. Taran used his tongue to lap Neelu's clit harshly and fast as his fingers set up a fast tempo of fucking her wet cunt canal. Neelima was beyond reach of all other sensations but the one that her father had set afire inside her loins. Taran engulfed his daughter's clitoris between his lips and rolled it to and fro at the same time he removed his middle finger from her cunt and gently put it at her anal opening. He pushed the finger with a steady pressure inside his daughter's rectum. He now fucked both her holes with his fingers all the while torturing her clitoris. Back Home For Good "Dadddeeee.......aaahhhh.......ooohhhhhhh.......meri choot choosiyay......pleeeeess eeeeee." Taran knew Neelima was now on the threshold of a raging orgasm. He nibbled on her clit and fucked her ass and cunt with his fingers and used his free hand to maul her one breast. Neelima was tormented from sensations emendating from her cunt, breast and ass as her father masterfully took her to the peak of her lusty passion bringing the orgasm closer and closer. Neelima moaned incessantly as her father kept the relentless pleasure of her clitoral manipulation along with his finger fucking. She was thrashing her head from side to side waiting for her climax that promised to save her from this burning fire that her father had stoked inside her body. Taran noisily sucked and licked her clit with his tongue faster and faster. In no time he felt Neelima's body tense up. Her moans stopped for a while. Taran increased the pace of his pistoning fingers and he caught her clit between his teeth gently and shook his head like a wild animal trying to tear a piece of meat, to send unbelievable pleasure/pain sensation shooting from Neelima's clit to her breasts and belly. Her whole body went into a spasm for few seconds as her impending orgasm exploded inside her body, she let out a long deep moan to herald the ecstatic torment rippling through her being as her father brought her to her first crashing orgasm, " Daaaaddddeeeee..........ooooohhhhh......uuu uunnnggggghhhhh......mai aaa gayeee....aaahhhh." Taran let his daughter savour the orgasm as he continued to lick and fuck her cunt with an unabated pace. Neelima took few minutes to climb down from her orgasm as her body relaxed and went limp. She could no longer support her legs and let her thighs fall on her father's shoulders. Taran slowly removed his fingers from his daughter's orifices and licked each one to relish two distinct flavours from his lovely daughter's body each intoxicating in its own right but unique to prefer one. He moved his hands again to Neelima's breasts and massaged them slowly to match her mellowing passion and kept the slow licking of her clitoris and cunt. "Daddy mayree choot ab bahut sensitive hai," Neelima hinted to her father to stop licking, as her whole cunt was exquisitely sensitive due to the recent violent climax. Taran ignored her plea and kept a slow but steady licking of his daughter's pussy and massage of her breasts. Taran knew within few minutes Neelima would once again feel the rising heat of lust. Neelu also knew that and apart from feeble moans and ineffectual movements of her hips to push her father's mouth away allowed her father to do what he pleased. In another five or ten minutes Neelima felt that her cunt was not as painfully sensitive and her father's tongue on her clitoris gave her more pleasure and she wished him to continue. Taran felt his daughter's renewed soft moans and wriggling of her hips towards his mouth. He felt her hands once again on his head as she lovingly ran her finger through his hair as a token of her gratitude and love. Taran could feel the steel hard monster cock between his belly and sofa raring to invade his daughter's luscious, voluptuous body. Neelima was getting hot again and wanted her father to choose a different kind of means to take her to another level of her slowly mounting renewed lust. "Daddy mujhay aapkaa lund chaahiyay ab," Neelu moaned. Taran kept teasing her cunt with his tongue as he whispered, "Beta, meraa lund kahaan chaahiyay aapko?" Neelima moaned at her father's tease and gently pulled his hair clenched in her fist, "Aapko pataa hai mujhay aapka lund kahaan chaahiyay?" Taran refused to understand making his daughter desire even more, "Beta jab tak aap mujhay nahin bataayayengay, mujhay kaisay pataa chalaygaa." Neelima was now burning within few minutes of this teasing which stoked her desire to be impaled by her father's monster, "Daddy, please ab meri choot maariyay. Mujhay aapka lund apnee choot me chaahiyay." Taran softly slapped his daughter's ass, "Meraa lund meri beti ke liye humaysha tayyaar hai. Neelu bete aap ghoree ban jaao. Mujhay aapkee choot peechhay se maarnee hai." Neelima felt a shiver as she rolled on her front to lift herself on her hands and knees to allow her father to fuck her from behind. Taran held his daughter's hips and gently nudged her to come closer to edge of the sofa and spread her knees far apart to expose her delectable voluptuous ass to his hungry gaze. Her cunt was open and soaking wet. Her pubic hair turned into a tiny ridge below her cunt and her anus barely had any easily visible hair if at all. Her father's height and her position on the sofa was perfect match. Neelima's lust heightened by her father's manipulation to get her positioned for his advantage. The mirrors on the massive drink cabinets and on the dressers allowed both father and daughter to see themselves from different angles. Taran held his monstrously proportioned penis in his hand. His large hand could barely go around the massive girth of his superhuman size length. Taran gently placed the huge cock head at the entrance of his daughter's open soft cunt opening. The incongruity of his sheer hugeness and his daughter's small opening raised his lust. Neelima felt her father's massive cock stationed at the entrance of her cunt ready to violate her soft tender cunt. "Daddy, Please ab apnaa lund mayree choot me daaliyay naa," Neelima was now desperate to be ravaged so that the renewed raging fire could be controlled. Her father was the person to do just that. Taran held the long heavy girth in his hand pushed his super huge glans inside his daughter's welcoming warmth of soft cunt stretching it enormously and seemed impossible that his monstrosity could ever fit in her small vagina. His wife never tired of expressing her surprise that how his horse cock managed to impale not only her cunt but also her ass. Taran felt a smile seem to come on his lips as he remembered his beautiful wife in a similar position as he proceeded to fuck her cunt and ass for hours and hours until she was reduced to a rag doll from multiple orgasms and begged for him to finish. Neelima sucked in a long breath as she felt cunt stretched to an impossible dimension, she bit on her lower lip to curb any audible groan. The pressure on her cunt walls was a heady mix of dull pain and sharp pleasure. Taran once satisfied that his apple sized cock head had lodged nicely inside his daughter's now wide-open cunt he let go of it and grabbed her hips in his large hands massaging her ass cheek flesh with his thumbs. "Neelu bete, Kyaa mai apnaa lund jor se aapkee choot me daloon ya dheeray- dheeray?" Taran softly inquired. Neelima could not love this man, her father, anymore who procreated her from the fruit of his loins using the same weapon that was now lodged inside her cunt, "Daddy, jaisee aapkee marzee. Meri choot ab aapkee hai. Aapka lund bahut badaa hai, par aapko jaise bhee mayree choot maarnee hai aap maariyay." Both Taran and Neelima could see themselves. Neelima felt fragile and protected at the same time, as she saw herself on her hands and knees with her large, breasts hanging down with gravity accentuating the enormous size of the pair. Behind her raised ass stood a huge strong extremely handsome man with a colossally huge cock stationed at the entrance of her cunt ready to bury deep inside her cunt either savagely or in a frustratingly slow manner depending on the wishes of the giant of a man to whom it belonged, her loving, sweet, doting, irresistibly handsome father. As father and daughter admired each other in the reflections their eyes met. Both could read and feel unlimited love that each had for other. After the death of Neelima's mother they both belonged to each other with a bond that even death could not threaten. Neelima smiled at her father, pleading, "Daddy, mayree choot maariyay ab. Mujhay aapka lund apnee choot me chaahiyay. Mujhay aapka pooraa ka pooraa ghoray jaisaa lund apnee choot me chaahiyay." Neelima knew her soft entreaties would foment her father's desire and he would do exactly what she desired that is he would give her his monster penis until she could not take it any more. Taran smiled back at his daughter and he firmed his grip on her hips holding hips in a vice. He slowly teasingly pushed his cock head inside and felt her vaginal ring grab the sulcus underneath his huge cock head. Taran swung his hips slowly to and fro moving his huge glans in and out of his daughter's cunt by few centimeters. Neelima gasped as her cunt felt stretched and stimulated, the pleasure made her neck muscles go soft and her head rolled down on her chest. Neelima sensed her father would tease her with slow grinding entry frustrating her into submission, crying for more. Taran braced his strong back and swung his hips with a powerful lunge sending five inches of enormously thick cock shaft shooting inside his daughter's cunt. Neelima was taken by surprise as her head shot up and her back tensed, "aahhhh.....dadddeeeee......aapka luuuundd....bada aaaaa...aaaahhh....uuunn nnggghhh," she let out a wail. Taran pulled one or two inches out and flexed his knees and used strong muscles of his back and thigh to bulldoze another four inches of his horse man-meat inside Neelima's obscenely stretched cunt. Neelima felt as if her cunt was on fire, the sudden dilation felt as if her vagina would be torn asunder for ever, her mouth opened in a deep throaty moan as she tried to move her hips forward from marauding monster of her father, involuntarily. Taran's vice like grip put paid to any movement by Neelima, who was now destined to be impaled on the gargantuan cock of her loving father. Taran felt the tight soft squeezing grip of his daughter's tight cunt walls on his humungous penis. Neelu whimpered, "Daddeeee.... meri choot jal rahee hai. Aapka lund ab poora under hai?" Taran looked at the union of their incestuous bodies. There was some giant cock meat still outside. The last inches were the thickest, in particular the root was as big as his clenched fist. Taran continued to massage his daughter's ass flesh with his thumbs and instead of answering her pulled back few inches of his massive cock now fully drenched in his daughter's cunt juices. He waited for few seconds, took a short deep breath and slammed his body forward with all his muscular strength of his back, hips and legs burying his whole inhuman sized cock to the root inside his daughter's soft warm cunt. Every last millimeter of his stupendously thick eleven or twelve inches of monster penis was now deep inside his daughter's body. Neelima let out a wail of 'aaaaaaaaa......nahin..daddeeeee.....bahut dard ho rahaa hai." Taran put his left arm around Neelima's thighs to keep still and used his right hand to pat her over her head and back, "Neelu bete ab meraa poora lund aapkee choot kay under hai." Neelima was now moaning with an open mouth her jaw had gone slack as her saliva dribbled down her chin. Her ass flesh was quivering with the strain of her father's brutal invasion. Taran held still to let Neelima settle down a bit, "Beta, jab aapko theek lage tabhee mai aapki choot maarana shuroo karoonga." Even in the overwhelming storm of pleasure mixed with pain escalating her lust tenfold Neelima's brain grasped her father's offer for her to tell him to start fucking whenever she felt ready. Neelima sobbed rather than spoke, "Daddy aap jab chaahayen shuroo kar sakataye hain. Mai thodee see dair me theek ho jaaoingee." Taran felt limitless love for her daughter, he wanted to take her with force, fast and furiously to achieve his release, "Neelu bete, kyaa mai aapki jor se choot maroon? Mujhay aapki choot me jaldee se ek bar aanaa hai." Neelima was trying her best to gulp her saliva and settle her breathing, she nodded, "Daddy, aap ki jitnee marzee ho utnee zor se meri choot maarayen." Taran felt his cock lurch deep inside his daughter's cunt as he heard her give him her permission to fuck her in any manner he wanted to. Taran pulled his mammoth penis out of his daughter's widely stretched cunt inch by inch until only its head was inside. He used his height and massive frame to slam it back to the hilt in one cunt-ripping lunge. His thighs smacked against Neelima's ass emitting a loud slapping sound. Neelima gasped and try to bite her lip to keep her groans to a minimum but failed. Taran set up a furious pace using most of his huge penis to fuck his daughter's cunt in brutal fast pace. Each time he hilted his thighs slapped her ass. Her ass skin soon turned red as if smacked which it was. Neelima could only manage to grunt with each powerful shot of her father as she felt her cunt stretched each time his cock pistoned in. His cock hit her cervix with great force as it hilted making her wince. The room was resonating with the animalistic grunts and unintelligible sounds of Neelima, slap of his thighs on her ass, as her father fucked her from behind like a caveman. The moans and grunts of Neelima were accentuated by her father's involuntary deep throaty sounds of 'uh..uh' with each inward lunge as if he was lifting weights in gym. The next twenty minutes saw a ferocious fucking between loving father and daughter. Taran kept fucking using his massive frame to pull nearly ten or so inches of his giant penis and slam it back. His hips moved forward and back akin to a piston of freight engine. His daughter met each thrust of his gargantuan penis with a grunt and moan of submission. She was now holding her hips firm to meet her father's body slamming thrusts by digging her knees and hands into soft sofa but it was not easy. Each thrust would make her dangling breasts swing wildly and before they slowed down another thrust would send them wildly swinging like two large pendulums. Her breath was ragged as she could barely keep with her father's furious pace of fucking. "Daddy....meri choot......aapka...luuunddd......bahut...badaaaahhhhhh.....motaa..." Neelima was now blabbering nonsense -anything that came to her mouth. Taran thought of an idea as he saw his daughter struggling to keep herself in position in face of his onslaught, "Neelu bete, apne dono bazoo sofa par rakh kar jhuk jao aur apnaa sur bazoo per rakhdo." Neelima did as told and she folded her arms and bent down on the sofa with her face resting on them. This brought her back to an angle and lowering her hips slightly. Neelima felt more stable in this position as her father renewed his furious pace and fucked Neelima with bone jarring thrusts slamming his massive cock each time to the hilt. Taran grabbed Neelima's dangling large soft breasts and used short vicious shots to continue the blazing paced fucking of his daughter. Both were covered in a film of sweat despite the AC. Taran's forehead was covered with sweat which dropped on his daughter's back. "Daddy mai aane waalee hoon," Neelima wailed her impending orgasm. Taran kept the pace and force of his thrusts which was now going on nonstop for almost half an hour," Bete jab chaho aa jao. Mai aapki choot saree rat maaroonga." Neelima was hurtling towards her second orgasm as her father's giant cock kept hitting her cervix sending indefinable sensation in her lower belly. "Daddeeee........mai.....jharne waalee hoon," Neelima wailed again. Taran squeezed her breasts even more brutally and kept his short jab fast thrusts going with loud slapping sounds. Neelima suddenly went deathly quiet and lifted her head as if lost and then screamed her body wrenching orgasm brought on by the vicious fucking by her father. She felt painful spasms in her abdominal muscles as her cunt poured out copious creamy fluid around the giant penis of her father. Taran continued to fuck Neelima through her orgasm as he felt his balls tightening up. He squeezed Neelima's breasts even more brutally sending a wave of painful pleasure through her orgasm torn body, "Neelu beti mai bhee aanay waalaa hoon." "Daddy meri choot me aaajaaiye. Meri choot me aap apnaa lund khalee kar deejiyay," Neelima could only whisper her desire to feel her father's ejaculation deep inside her cunt. Taran felt the familiar tightening in his back and hips as his enormous penis exploded on it way in. He stabbed his daughter's cunt few time erratically and buried it to its root as it kept on spurting huge volleys of thick virile semen deep inside his kneeling daughter's cunt. He dropped down on his daughter's back still holding her breasts in a misshapen flesh in his strong large hands. Neelima felt every twitch and pulsation of her father's giant cock as she felt hot, semen splashing deep inside her cunt walls. She could not count the times he spurted again and again. Both father and daughter remained still breathing deep and with open mouths as their tornado of orgasms left them temporarily feeble. After nearly five minutes or so both recovered enough to talk. "Daddy I love you,'" Neelima took her arm behind her head to stroke her father's face affectionately as a mother would do. Taran kissed her back and nape of the neck, "Neelu betee, you are my sole reason to live." Taran continued to softly massage his daughter's breasts and showered kisses on her cheek, sucked on her earlobe, he pushed his tongue in her ear and bathed it with his wet tongue, he kissed the corner of her mouth and the side of her beautiful nose facing him. "Daddy, aapka lund abhee bhee poora khadaa hai," Neelima realised that even after coming like a geyser her father's mammoth penis had lost not a bit of its steel. "Neelu beti, jab aap mere paas hotee ho to meraa lund badee mushkil se dheelaa hota hai," Taran paid homage to his daughter's beauty," aapki mummy bhee aise hee kahatee theen," Neelima had realised that she often said and used similar expressions as her mother even during torrid sex. "Daddy, we both have been lucky to have you," Neelima softly said . "Neels betu, I am the lucky one - twice in fact. First your mother graced my life and then you," Taran kissed the side of Neelima's nose again and again. He took her earlobe in between his teeth and gently nibbled on it. Soon it had the desired effect as Neelima started to move her hips again mashing them against her father's hairy groin. Taran whispered mischievously in Neelima's ear," Kyaa meri beti ko abhee aur chudaai chaahiyay?" Neelima giggled as her earlobe was being nibbled, "Aapke lund ko dekh kar har aurat ka chudwaane ka man karegaa, mai to aapkee beti hoon aur aapkay ghoray jaise lund par meraa pahelaa adhikaar hai. Theek jaise meri choot aapkee hai." Taran kissed her ear affectionately and said with love and tease," Sirf choot betu, gaand aur muh nahin?" Neelima laughed," Aapke lund ko kaun rok sakata hai?" Taran used his strong hips to pull his cum coated cock out and steadily pushed it in grinding as it hilted, Neelima felt the whole length as it was eased out and back in by her father. Taran used his low back like a dancer to fuck Neelima's cunt with sedate and steady pace using about eight or so inches. He massaged her breasts and kissed her face, neck and head repeatedly as he used now a different pace to fuck his lovely, beautiful daughter. Neelima soon found herself in the rising heat of lust even though her father was fucking her almost at a languid pace, compared to the earlier fucking. It never mattered what her father did Neelima always found herself responding with same passion and lust. Neelima found her father's weight on her back very nice and she felt each thrust as she could feel contraction of his muscles on her back. She felt as if they were fused together. Taran's massive cock was now shuttling at a steady pace in and out creating squelching sounds as it plunged inside Neelima's cum filled cunt. Taran took both her nipples in between his thumb and finger, he gently tweaked them and twisted them sending mixed sensations through his daughter's body. Back Home For Good "Daddy, meri choot me aapka lund bahut acchhaa lagtaa hai. Aise hi meri choot maariyay," Neelima gasped as her mounting passion and lust broke her steady breathing. Taran complied and he started to rotate his giant cock in one or direction or the other as he pistoned it to the hilt inside Neelima's cunt. Neelima felt sweat trickling between her breasts as she was crouched down from her raised hips to her head resting on her folded arms. Taran kept the steady pace with out any surprises, so that Neelima got into the swing of his rhythmic fucking pace and moved her hips back to meet his giant cock. Taran fucked his daughter for another three-quarters of an hour when without any warning Neelima felt an overwhelming orgasm breaking inside her body. "Daddy, ahhh......mai phir se aane waalee hoon," Neelima declared. Taran kissed her back and increased his pace ever so slightly. He now on every third or fourth shot used a more vigorous entry slamming his cock with more force. He freed his one hand and moved it between his daughter's thighs to find the clitoris. He gently massaged it. "OOOOHHHHHH........DADDDEEEEEE.....Meri choot phir se jharne waalee hai....Dadddeeee.....meri....chooo.......OOO OOTTTTTT...AAAHHH HHHHHHH," 'Neelima exploded in middle of her incoherent lusty phrases as her father took her clitoris in between his thumb and finger and tweaked it slamming his cock at the same time. Taran's short jab fucking and tweaking of her clitoris brought his daughter's orgasm to culmination. Taran kept the slamming pace as Neelima braved through her orgasm. He only slowed down once she started to ease back out of her body-wrenching climax. Neelima dropped her head on the sofa and her muscles visibly relaxed as her body felt depleted after her third orgasm. Taran buried his cock to the hilt and patiently waited for his daughter to recover. After many moments Neelima recovered and whispered, "Daddy, aap meri choot bilkul theek baydardee se maartay hain. " "Neelu beta do you want to turn on your back if you are tired in this position." Neelima was feeling some cramps in her thighs so she nodded yes. She felt her father's massive cock as he pulled it out slowly. As its giant head cleared her vaginal ring Neelima winced, her cunt felt very empty, "Daddy, aapke lund kay binaa meri choot khaalee mehsoos hotee hai." Taran gently rolled his daughter on her back and gently moved her up the sofa and he climbed up to join her. "Neelu Beti, meraa lund kahin nahin gayaa," Taran gently separated his daughter's legs and positioned his cock head at the sloppy cunt entrance filled with cum and cunt juices, "aapkee choot kay binaa meraa lund kis kaam kaa?" Taran lowered his massive frame dwarfing his daughter as his massive penis slid inside her cunt as he slowly bottomed out and covered her with his body. Neelima wrapped her both arms tightly around her father's massive muscled frame and kissed him on his mouth, "We should always live like this with your monster buried inside me." Taran kissed his daughter back, "Beta, are you feeling hungry," as he said it he did feel it was out of place but he was her father and lover rolled in one and she would always be his daughter that he would die for and do anything to make her happy. "Daddy I am hungry but for you and your massive cock," Neelima lovingly whispered back, "Aap abhee aayay bhee nahin hain. Kyaa mai aapka lund choosun ya aap meri choot me aayengay?" Taran smiled enigmatically, and kissed Neelima on her nose," Koi aur choice?" Neelima giggled," Daddy, aap kyaa ek din bhee meri gaand ko nahin bhool sakate?" she gritted her teeth theatrically consumed with overwhelming affection and mussed her father's hair. Taran laughed, "Gaand ka idea to aapne hi deeyaa hai." Neelima giggled indulgently, "Aapko pataa hai naa kitnaa dard hotaa hai mujhay gaand maraate hooey? Aap dheeray-dheeray maarayenge naa?" Taran kissed his daughter's open laughing mouth, "Promise bete, bahut saa jell aur bilkul dheeray-dheeray lund daaloonga. Jab aap kahogay tabhee jor se aapkee gaand maaroongaa." Taran slowly pulled out of his daughter's cunt pulling strands of cum and cunt juices stretching out between his colossal penis and his daughter's cunt. As her father moved with strong strides towards the cabinet, Neelima could not help but notice the profound effect this giant of a man had on any one including her. She could not get over the fact that her father was irresistibly handsome, had the most inhumanly proportioned penis that could kill a woman and could stay hard and fuck for hours. As Taran returned with a tube of lubricating jell, Neelima whispered with awe," Daddy, aapka lund ghoray se bhee badaa hai. Aapne mummy ko kaise convince kiya gaand maraane kay liye?" Taran kissed her bent knee and said jokingly, "Theek jaise maine aapkee mummy ki beti ko convince kiya." "Mummy ki beti to kuchh bhee kar sakati hai unkay husband kay liyay," Neelima smiled, "aakhir unkay husband mere daddy hai aur achhee beti kabhee bhee daddy ko manaa nahin karatee." "Neelu beti, this is the time to prove it." Taran lifted his daughter's thighs to expose her ass. Neelima grabbed the back of her thighs to make it easy for her father. Taran knelt forward and kissed the pink-light brown anal ring and licked it vigorously to loosen the tension. Neelima soon started to squirm as her father's rimming tongue brought the desired effect. Taran squeezed out a large amount of lubricant and deposited at the anal ring and slowly massaged it on it and used one finger to push it in. Neelima was now really squirming partly excited and partly ridden with apprehension of the sheer hugeness of her father's monster cock and tiny opening of her back passage. Taran used a large amount of jell and pushed as much as he could inside Neelima's anal canal. He smeared a big glob on his threateningly huge cock head and the shaft. When he got up and moved between his daughter's raised thighs he could see the utter concentration on Neelima's face as she stared at her father's massive cock that was soon going to violate her tiny rectal passage. Taran took his daughter's thighs freeing her hands and draped them over his arms and pushed them further up with his shoulders lifting her ass clear off the sofa. Taran used his index finger to push it inside his daughter's anus while he rubbed her clitoris with his other hand. Soon he added another finger making Neelima draw a sharp breath. Neelima felt dull stretch rather than pain as her father used two thick fingers to prepare her for his monster cock. Taran pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth," Yeh jell aapkee gaand ka taste kharaab kar deti hai." Neelima giggled watching her father licking his fingers fresh out of her ass. Taran moved forward on his knees and holding his gargantuan cock with one hand put the impossibly massive cock head at Neelima's anus. Taran used a constant pressure with his steel hard penis. It never failed to amaze him that how the tiny anus opened up to take his huge thickness every time. His wife Ruchika cried murder every time she was ass fucked but soon wanted more. Taran looked into his daughter's eyes as they locked into his. Neelima was biting on her lower lip as she felt an incredible pressure on her anus as if someone was trying to push a closed fist in. Taran started to breathe a bit faster in anticipation that her father's massive penis would open her anus wide to an impossible dimension. Nothing happened for what seemed like a long time as both father and daughter seemed to lock in an impossible battle. "Neelu apnee gaand dheelee karo beta," Taran whispered to his daughter who he knew was already doing just that. Then without any warning as Neelima tried to push down mimicking an act of shitting her anal ring yielded and opened to accept her father's massive cock head making her shriek with surprise and sharp pain. Taran kept his daughter from wriggling free as he firmly lodged his humungous cock head inside the anal ring, which tightened around the groove below his glans. "Neelu bete, aapkee gaand bilkul tight hai. Mai dheeray-dheeray lund under karoongaa. Yadi zyaadaa dard ho to mujhay bataana." Taran said in a soothing voice. Neelima was overwhelmed by the sensory overload and could only nod in acknowledgement. Jell had made a huge difference making the entry less painful. Taran poised at Neelima's anal entrance for a while and when he saw that his daughter was not in visible pain he started to push his jell covered massive cock inch by inch inside his daughter's obscenely dilated anus. Neelima was trying to keep her groans down as she chewed on her lower lip, her eyebrows were furrowed as she tried to withstand the initial pain of her ass being stretched by her father's giant cock of inhuman proportions. It seemed to both Taran and Neelima that it took hours, as Taran's massive shaft hilted inside Neelima's delectable ass. Taran found the thinly stretched anal ring around his hugely thick base like a rubber band very stimulating. "Neelu bete, aap theek hain?" Taran softly asked Neelima. Neelima unclenched her teeth and whispered hoarsely, "Daddy, aap kay lund nay meree gaand nahin phaadee, yahee ganeemat hai. Aap bilkul ttheek tthay- jell nay bahut madad ki hai," Neelima reassured her father. Taran stayed still for many minutes and then he pushed Neelima's thighs right up putting her knees on either side of her head. He could now lie right over his daughter and kiss her as he buggered her. Taran kissed Neelima's forehead, her eyebrows, bridge of her nose, her lips, and both cheeks. He kissed her nose again and ran the tip of his tongue all along her extremely beautiful nostrils. He slowly lifted his muscular hips withdrawing his cock about four or five inches. Seeing that Neelima was in no greater discomfort than she was to begin with he slowly screwed in his cock back in the warm shit tube of his daughter and at the same time pushed the tip of his tongue inside her nostril. Neelima let out a long sigh distorted by the fact that her nose was literally inside her father's mouth. Taran after few moments once again lifted his hips without moving his upper back to repeat the process of pulling five or six inches out of Neelima's ass and screwing them back in steadily. He kept licking Neelima's nose all along. His tongue bathed her one nostril and the other. Taran now increased the length of his thrusts without increasing the force. "Neelu bete, aap ttheek ho?" "Daddy, dard ab kaafi kum hai," Neelima whispered back. Taran started to swing his muscular hips to bugger his daughter at a steady pace. Neelima slowly started to move her hips given her position to meet her father's giant cock invading her ass. "Aaaah.....daddy....ab achhaa lag rahaa hai. Aap meri gaand aur tayjee se maar sakate hain," Neelima encouraged her loving father. Taran kissed his daughter affectionately and very imperceptibly started to increase the pace of his pistoning cock. The jell had coated the whole length of his penetrating massive cock and Neelima's bowel content were being churned into a mush by his huge cock as its girth left no place inside Neelima's rectum to push them around. "Daddy, meri gaand ki smell sub taraf hai," Neelima grunted as both father and daughter's senses were invaded by the warm aroma of ass fucking. Taran looked down at the union of his monster with the tiny, now widely stretched, anus of Neelima. On every outward move his penis had a bit more of brown coating, making the buggery smoother with each stroke. Neelima also noticed her father's cock covered by her shit and giggled despite her still persistent discomfort of her dilated anus, "Daddy aapka lund ganda ho gayaa hai. Kaun saaf karegaa?" Taran pulled his full length out leaving only his huge glans inside and pistoned with more force than before making his daughter squeal in protest," Beta, jisnaya gandaa kiya hai wohee saaf karaygaa." Neelima adjusted to the increased pace of her father's thrusts before she replied, "Daddy, gaand marwaanay ke baad lund bhee saaf karanaa padataa hai. Yeh kahaan ka insaaf hai?" "Isko gaand marwaanay ka rule kahate hai," Taran smiled at her daughter. Soon both fell silent as the rising passion stole away the facetiousness out of the buggery. Taran was now swinging his hips to bugger Neelima using almost all of his eleven or twelve inches of his enormously thick cock. "Daddy, please make me cum........meri gaand maariyay.....mujhay phir se aanaa hai," Neelima gasped into her father's kissing mouth. Taran raised himself on his strong arms as Neelima put her both hands on his muscular chest and he used his full frame to piston his huge cock back inside Neelima's seething rectum. Neelima sensed that soon her father will be hammering his massive cock in and out of her tortured ass and she despite the inherent awe of his massive size wanted to be slammed into the sofa by her strong, handsome father even if it hurt her in the process. "Daddy..mayree gaand maariyay please.....meri gaaaannnnndd...maa aarrr...aa... aaaaah," Neelima was close to loosing her senses in the rising vortex of lust and passion superseded by the immeasurable love for her father. Taran heeded to his daughter and started to piston his stupendous cock with an ever increasing pace and force. The brown film was now being sprayed by his fast buggery and had covered Neelima's fair skin of her ass. Taran's started to grunt as the buggery of his daughter, now going on for well over an hour reached an urgency for both incestuous couple. Taran's increasing thrusts resonated in the room as he slammed his huge cock again and again inside her ass. Neelima's eyes were closed and she was moaning non-stop in incomprehensible sounds. "Daddeeee.......mai ....aaaaane...waaaleee....hhooonnn...aoooon nnngg ggggh," Neelima was hurtling towards her fourth orgasm and this was likely to shatter her for good. Taran wanted to bathe the inside of his daughter's rectum with his copious semen but only after she had cum. "Neelu bete...aap jab chaaho aa jao," Taran kept the pace of his pistoning cock steady Taran buggered his daughter's ass even more vigorously as his balls felt all too familiar tightness. Neelima felt her breasts on fire and a dull ache that moved to her lower belly and turned into a spasm that just would not go away. She felt her breathing difficult, she clung to her father as he kept on slamming his monster cock in and out of her now very dilated anus. "Daddeeee......aaaahhhhhhh.....pleasssseeeee..........aaahhhhhhh........," Neelima shrieked just before her body went tense as if she was having a fit. Taran ignored his daughter's plight as she was about to explode in to her fourth orgasm of the evening and kept his assault on her tender ass with his giant penis to help her towards her orgasm even in a more explosive manner. Neelima spent almost an eternity in silent spasm before she gurgled a strangled groan and her orgasm overwhelmed her. She moaned and called out for her daddy and came as if she would never stop. Her cunt leaked juices onto her ass and her father's shit smeared penis shuttling in and out of her ass. She took nearly ten minutes to come down from her high and went limp. She pleaded with her father, "Daddy, please aap ab aa jaaiyay. Daddy meri gaand me apnaa lund khol deejiyay." It was all that took Taran to explode inside his daughter's ass after an hour and half of solid buggery. He spurted a huge volley that nearly shook Neelima out of her post-orgasmic stupour and that was followed with many more. Both father and daughter thought that Taran would never stop coming but eventually he did. He let his daughter's legs fall and she wrapped them around his waist as he collapsed over her crushing her breasts with his muscular chest. Neelima held on to him tightly as his barely soft monstrous penis was still lodged inside her ass and kissed on his sweat covered forehead again and again with love and affection for all the mind blowing sex and for being a wonderful man and most amazing father. It took a long while before Taran recovered and kissed his daughter, "Neelu beta, do you want to shower now before dinner or we eat first and then shower before bed." "Daddy let us eat. You need to replenish your energy. You never know what may be in store for you." Neelima teased her father as always. "Neelu beti, your father is always ready to do his beautiful daughter's bidding." Taran slowly pulled his massive penis out of his daughter's wide open ass which was covered with brown fluid film. Taran bent down and lifted his daughter's legs and licked all the fluid from her gorgeous, full creamy-skinned ass leaving her skin clean and shining with his spit. As Taran got off the sofa his giant only half soft monster penis was visible fully coated with brown goo from his daughter's rectum. "Daddy, aapka lund to poora tuttee se covered hai. Idhar aaiyay mai isko saaf kar dayteen hoon." Neelima got up and sat on the edge of the sofa facing her father's shit and cum covered monster. She licked the sides and then took the huge glans that forced her to open her mouth really wide to accommodate it. She diligently sucked and licked all along the length and his pubic hair to remove all traces of her rectal invasion as best as she could. When finished she proudly declared, "Your giant cock is clean again for any self respecting girl, sir." "If this beautiful girl is fine with my cock I have no concern regarding it," Taran kissed his daughter's open mouth tasting her shit and his cum on her tongue and teeth. "This girl would take your cock anywhere in any condition, dad," Neelima almost was emotional when she said it. Taran quickly picked her up and threw her up and held her in his arms, "Careful beta, at this rate you may never get to Ganga's special cooking." CHAPTER 2 Both father and daughter walked naked to the dining area of the suite where automatic electric microwave and ovens, hot plate had kept the food hot. Taran and Neelima ate and caught up with the family events and other issues. Both ate heartily. Their conversation flowed without any awkward silences or pauses from father-daughter matters to a couple issue as if they both cerebrally and intuitively adapted to both roles without trying at all. Neelima was gossiping about her professors some of them played tennis or golf with Taran when she stopped and smiled, "Daddy, you want us to go to bed now.!" "Sorry beta, I could not keep looking at you beautiful face and your breasts without desiring to take you to bed." Taran sounded apologetic. Neelima floated out of her chair and sat in her father's lap and kissed him on his mouth, "Daddy, you are transparent like a glass. I wonder how you manage to negotiate with all these multinational tycoons." "I somehow survive, Neels. It also helps to hire good help. As we are talking about negotiation, what do I have to offer to take this beautiful girl to bathroom and give her a shower and then tuck her in." Taran kissed Neelima's nose Neelima smiled enigmatically, "That is easy negotiation Mr. Daddy. Aapka lund meri choot me before we sleep and before we get out of bed." "That is a deal that I will lay down my life for, Neels." Taran effortlessly picked her up in his arms and padded across the huge dining then study area back into private living room where they were and then into enormous bedroom that could house a modest family house. He kept on walking to the en suite that matched the bedroom. Neelima kissed her father repeatedly. Taran moved into the shower complex when Neelima whimpered, "Daddy, mujhay soosoo karanaa hai." Taran kissed his daughter, "Neelu no body is stopping you from taking a pee." He took her inside the shower and stood her up one of the two-foot high stools all along the shower walls to enjoy the surrounding shower sprays. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 01 From the author: This is a sequel to the Double Trouble story. It is not a requirement to be familiar with that story in order to simply enjoy this one for what it is. However, this may shed more light on some of the other character's motivations. The incest/taboo categorization for Part I has to do with a brother/sister relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it. Back Home for the Holidays A Double Trouble Adventure Part I: Louisiana I gripped John's hand tightly as the pilot intentionally stalled the great 747 five feet off the runway. The plane dropped the short distance, slamming its landing gear hard against the tarmac. The pilot immediately cranked the engines to full reverse and engaged the brakes, filling the cabin with an awful high-pitched whine and pitching us forward in our seats. Once the plane was slowed some, he turned hard onto the taxiway. The pilot had been trying to shorten the landing to get to the gate faster. Any landing you could walk away from was a good one, but I was not happy with the unnecessary roughness, though not for just general discomfort. It was that time of the month and I was aching all over. Every little bump hurt. "Robin, are you okay?" John asked me. He was so sweet; always concerned about me. "Just fucking great," I said irritated. I am a redhead, with a redhead's temper. I try to keep it under control as much as possible. It's harder during my period. I relaxed my grip on his hand. His hands were larger than mine. They were strong but with soft skin. He worked in an office all day. In fact, John was in much better shape than he should have been for his lifestyle. He ate whatever he wanted to, didn't exercise at all, and barely got any sun. His was slim, strong, and was usually tanned. The tan was from just a little exposure to the sun. The rest I had to chalk up to good genes. I looked out the little round window at Houston International Airport. It was damp everywhere even though the sun was out. I had never been in the south before. I was reared in Boston and lived in Denver for the last several years. My mother had recently moved to Florida and we planned to visit her the following week but for the moment our destination was Louisiana and John's parents. It took me a moment to realize that John had tensed up a bit and wasn't saying anything. I didn't realize I had snapped at him until I replayed it in my head. I said, "Sorry, babe." Then I whispered, "You know how I get around this time of the month and this fucking pilot is not helping." He smiled at me, reassuringly. He had a great smile; perfect teeth and sparkling blue eyes. They went perfectly with his strong jaw and short black hair. I was so glad I had found him. Even though he found out that I had tested him, like all the others, to be sure he fit in with my swinging lifestyle, he forgave me. More than that, he gave me his trust again. I hadn't expected that. When I had first decided to start testing guys I hadn't expected whichever one passed to actually find out he had been tested and if he did to ever speak to me again. When John had found out, I was sure I had lost him forever. He really surprised me. Of course, I hadn't shirked on the apologies. The plane pulled up to the gate and we got off with everyone else. We made our way down to get our luggage and then out to the loading and unloading area. The heat and humidity were unbelievable. It was mid-December and it had been snowing when we had left Denver. I had not expected it to be in the high sixties with one-hundred percent humidity. I hadn't cheeked the weather. The heat and humidity, combined with an additional mile of atmosphere, made it such that I could barely breathe. Denver is a mile above sea level and Houston is at sea level. My chest felt like there was an anvil pressing down on it. I had taken off my jacket on the plane but I still wore a warm flannel long-sleeved shirt. For a moment I considered walking around in my sports bra but thought better of it as John pointed out his parents. I was still trying to catch my breath when they approached. John and I had considered renting a car but it was so expensive and we were a little tight on money. We could barely afford two plane rides, one to Houston and then later to Miami, without cutting into our meager savings. Two rental cars, one in Louisiana and one in Florida, would definitely have put a dent in our finances. We couldn't justify the expense if we had an alternative and John had told me how insistent his parents had been on the phone that we let them pick us up. They made it an easy decision. John's parents were both in their fifties and they looked a little tired from the drive. But, otherwise, they looked just like the photos that he had shown me on his computer. John bent down and hugged his mom. She was my height, that is to say, short, and she was dressed like she had just come back from church. It was a Saturday afternoon so I knew that couldn't be the case. They had driven three hours to pick us up at the airport in their best clothes. I felt honored that they had done that just to meet me. They each wore a coat, the sight of which made me start to perspire. How could they think this was cold when all I could think about was the unseasonable heat? I guess I had to chalk that up to acclimatization but I didn't see how I was going to be able to adjust in just a week. I inwardly groaned when I realized that Florida would probably be even warmer. "Johnny, you look great," his mom told him. "Oh, and this must be Robin," she said, looking me up and down. I was dressed in tight jeans, the only kind I bought, a flannel shirt that was making me perspire, and my cowgirl boots. I only wear boots in winter but I hadn't known it was still fucking summer in Houston. I didn't think John's mother would object to my attire but I had a closet full of stuff that would have probably made her faint dead away. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker," I said. I was going to leave it at that or shake her hand but she would have none of it as she came toward me and hugged me. I was unprepared for that but I hugged her back. I wanted so much to make a good impression on her. Though she was my height she weighted at least half again more than me. After hugging me for a bit longer than I thought necessary, she pulled back and looked at me. "Johnny tells me your mother's maiden name is Kirkpatrick?" "Yes, ma'am," I replied. "That's Irish isn't it?" she asked. I was used to this. There were Irish stereotypes and I braced myself for whatever insensitive thing she might say to me. I was already telling myself to let it go before I nodded. "So, you're Catholic?" she prodded. John had told me how religious they were. He told me they were Catholic and being that I was raised Catholic, I would fit right in. Even though John and I didn't go to church we still considered ourselves Catholic. I knew that we'd be kicked out of the church if they knew of our lifestyle but what they didn't know couldn't hurt us. I nodded, grateful that she hadn't asked anything more uncomfortable. "Good," she said with a smile. John's dad was standing next to the car as Mrs. Parker led us to it. He was a bit taller than me and weighed more than twice what I did. His face and hands were deeply tanned from working out in the sun. John and I dragged our luggage behind us, the little wheels crackling against the concrete as Mister Parker said, "Ya'll get in! I want to get back before the sun sets." I could tell that John was irritated at his father for not even saying 'hello' as we loaded our luggage into the trunk of the big car, but I didn't say anything. Then John led me to the driver's side where his dad still stood. He said, "Dad, this is Robin, my girlfriend." He looked me up and down, just as his wife had, his eyes a deep blue, similar to John's. Then he said, "You're a redhead," as if it were a crime. "People make fun of your freckles a lot?" Now, I was young, 24, but I had become very good at reading people. They surprised me sometimes but not often. I would have been insulted by Mister Parker's comment if I hadn't realized that he was testing me. I felt like crap from the period, the plane ride, and the weather, but I was determined to get on Mister Parker's good side. I could read him like an open book. Before John could step in, I said, "Not really. Besides the hair and the freckles, I also have the temper of a redhead. So, most people know better than to make fun of me." He chuckled as he considered that for a second. "I bet they do," he said with a smirk. "Ya'll ready?" I loved the 'ya'll'. It was similar to the way the cowboys spoke in Colorado. I had fucked quite a few cowboys since moving to Denver. I nodded. The Oldsmobile was huge and in mint condition. The bench seats seemed to be at least 10 feet wide and with us buckled up there was plenty of room in between. I didn't worry about it. I would have normally preferred to sit closer to John but I was feeling bad from the rough period and I didn't really want to be touched anyway. Thankfully, my period was nearly over. The ride took three hours and I slept through most of it. When I awoke, there were forests of trees with gray moss hanging from the high branches lining both sides of the Interstate. They were tall and very green despite the season. It was beautiful. In Denver most of the trees had lost their leaves for winter leaving them gray stick figures. It was pretty ugly if there wasn't a blanket of snow on the ground. It was tropical in Louisiana and I liked it. John's parents drove us to a town just short of Lake Charles, called Sulphur. Here they took an exit and headed south. This was rural, the small amount of civilization near the Interstate giving way to fields and trees interspersed with an occasional trailer or ten. After only a couple minutes I saw a sign that told me we were in a community called Carlyss. I recognized the name because John had mentioned that this is where he had grown up. I had gone to school with a girl named Carlyss so I had found it funny. Mister Parker took a right down a street, drove a couple blocks, and then left again. He pulled up in front of a small house. I was starting to wonder what in the hell I had gotten myself into when Mrs. Parker announced, "Well, we're home." The house looked nice from the outside, though it was painted a strange peach color. It was constructed of some type of brick that had been painted that color. It looked pretty big; ranch-style. The house sat on top of a very small hill, making it higher than the rest of the yard. Around the eaves of the house I spotted many strands of Christmas lights. The rest of the houses in the neighborhood didn't look that good. All were covered in painted wood and most of the paint was chipping from age. There were a number of broken down cars parked in some yards and other yards were filled with kids' toys. Everyone had a big yard, compared to Denver, and houses were at least twenty yards apart, if not more. It was very different than Boston, Denver, or any of the suburbs of Denver, just in shear amount of land given to each house. As I got out, I found myself wondering how Mister Parker managed to keep his car in such good condition given that he didn't have a garage to park it in but instead just had a small carport. The carport was simply metal poles cemented into the ground holding up a thin tin roof. At least this kept most of the pine needles off the car but I figured Mister Parker probably put a lot of effort into keeping his car clean and in good condition. John extracted our luggage from the trunk and I lugged what I could into the house. It was even hotter here than it had been in Houston. I spotted the front entrance to the house but we were parked at a side entrance and that's where we entered the house. Mrs. Parker was waiting there for us as getting our luggage had taken us a minute. "Come on in," Mrs. Parker urged as she went inside before us. The side entrance led into the open floor plan side of the house. To my right was a long living room that ran all the way to the front door. There was a big flat-screen television sitting on a stand next to the huge front windows. Across from the television were a couch and two recliners. Also in the living room set a large Christmas tree. It was eight feet tall, just brushing the ceiling, decorated with lights, balls, and various ornaments. At the base of the tree were arranged dozens of gifts. I recognized several as the ones that I had wrapped and shipped on ahead of us. I was glad that they had made the trip unscathed or, at least, unopened. Directly ahead of me was a hallway that ran alongside the living room. It began halfway down the living room, creating the hall but leaving the living room more open. I saw a couple doors down this small hallway. To the left of this hall I saw into a horseshoe shaped kitchen. Across from the kitchen, directly to my left was a big dining room set in a very open area. Beyond the big dining room table and chairs I saw a breakfast nook looking out onto the back yard through glass doors with a small table and a single chair, and another hallway leading off on the other side of the kitchen. Mrs. Parker said, "Johnny, I have your old room set up for you." Then she looked at me and said, "Robin, dear, you can sleep in Jenny's old room." John had told me that Jenny was his older sister. I didn't know much about her other than the cute pictures he had shown me but I had thought she was supposed to already be there. As if on cue, John asked, "She's not here yet?" "Snowed in!" Mister Parker said behind us as he slipped into his house and closed the door. "In Louisiana it should get down into the forties tomorrow but the cold front has already hit Pennsylvania." "Yes, they are having a lot of ice at the airport in Philadelphia. She's going to be late by a day or two," Mrs. Parker informed us. John asked, "What happens when Jenny gets in if Robin's sleeping in her room?" "Oh, they can share," Mrs. Parker replied. "I don't know if that's a really good idea. You know how Jenny likes her space. We should stay in a hotel," he told her. John seemed agitated to me. We had discussed how much it would cost us to stay at a hotel for the whole week and decided against it. Had he really thought that his parents would let us sleep together? I could have told him that wasn't going to happen because of how religious he told me they were. They were the opposite of my mother. "Johnny, don't be ridiculous," Mrs. Parker replied. "And don't talk bad about your sister. I spoke to her before we left to pick you up and she said that she would be glad to share. She's excited to get to know Robin." John was about to object again but I saw the futility of it. I was looking forward to meeting Jenny and I thought that sharing a room with her would be great for that. I didn't know exactly why he was so upset but I assumed it was his way of looking out for me. I was tired and I wasn't reading him right. I said, "John, it's okay. Mrs. Parker, I'd love to share Jenny's room if she'll have me." She smiled and said, "It's settled them. Follow me." John was irritated and I didn't know why but at that moment I was too tired to worry about it. Between the plane ride, the weather, the car ride, my period, and the stress from trying to make a good impression on the Parker's, I was beat. I followed Mrs. Parker through the open dining room. The hallway on the other side of the kitchen led to three other rooms. The first on the left was a bathroom and the last on the right was Jenny's room. I glanced through the open door of the room on the left and discovered it was a huge bedroom. I assumed John's parents slept in that room. John, Mrs. Parker, and I walked into Jenny's room. Jenny liked pink. Everything in the room was pink, from the walls to the throw rugs. All of the floors in the house, except in the tiled kitchen and bathrooms, were covered by the same brown carpet. I didn't blame Jenny for trying to cover some of it up with the pink throw rugs. Her bed was a double, covered with a pink comforter and numerous pink pillows. While John went back to retrieve my other bag Mrs. Parker told me, "Robin, please make yourself at home. Jenny has a big walk-in closet. She only uses the left side, so you could hang your clothes on the right. She asked me to leave her stuff alone, but I don't think she'd mind you putting your stuff away." "Thank you, Mrs. Parker." "Don't mention it. I'll have supper ready in about an hour so you can take that time to put some of your stuff away and freshen up," she informed me with a smile. After Mrs. Parker left I heard her say to John in the hallway, "Here, I'll take that. You need to stay out of her room, young man. I'm not going to have any shenanigans going on in my house." "But, Mom-" I heard John try to object. "But nothing," she said. "I'm serious. Adult or not; my house, my rules. Clear?" "Yes ma'am," John said. I hadn't moved, straining to hear without going to the door. Mrs. Parker came back to the doorway and handed me the last of my luggage. She smiled sweetly before leaving and closing the door behind her. I took a deep breath. I didn't know how I was going to survive a week on my best behavior. I decided to worry about it later as I started to unpack. I've been known to procrastinate as I'm primarily impulsive. John is the planner. After checking my bags to make sure I had everything, I took out my makeup bag and my other toiletries, and I ventured out to the bathroom. The hallway and the bathroom had various pictures on the wall. I knew the photo of a girl in the bathroom had to be Jenny. I remembered seeing her in John's photos on his computer. She was really pretty, prettier in that picture than any in John's computer. I looked forward to meeting her. I didn't wear a lot of makeup so there wasn't much to fix but it made me relax. I figured it might be too early to try to take a shower, though I wanted one really badly. I checked and found that my period was nearly over. Thank God. Still in my travel clothes I sat at the dinner table with Mister Parker as Mrs. Parker finished up the meal and started putting it on the table. John had changed clothes, wearing a clean shirt and his cargo pants instead of his jeans. He looked relaxed as he kissed me on the cheek and sat down next to me. I kept my hands to myself, reminding myself that the Parker's were watching me very closely. I had to make them like me. Supper was delicious. though the portions were too much for me. Compared to the Parkers I barely put anything on my plate. My mom called it supper too, but all my friends called it dinner. 'Supper' was a very traditional reference and I liked that too. I chatted with both Mister and Mrs. Parker, telling them about Denver and listening to their stories of John's childhood. He was younger than Jenny and there were several stories of Jenny playing dress-up with John when he was a baby. It embarrassed him but I found it cute. I was an only child so, even though my best friend at the time, Angela, has moved in with us when she was sixteen, I didn't know what it was like to have a real sister or a brother. After supper we all retired to the living room to watch television. I didn't really care about what was on. Mister Parker controlled the remote and Mrs. Parker chatted with me about girl things. I wasn't the type of girl to get into crafts but Mrs. Parker was, so we didn't share a lot of similar interests. This made the conversations inevitably return to John's childhood. We had him in common. Thankfully, I got to sit next to John while I chatted with his mom. We held hands but neither one of us dared be more familiar than that in front of his parents. I kept telling myself that it was only one week. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 01 After a few hours the conversation died down and we all found ourselves watching television. The local news, as well as the local advertisements, was funny to me. I was used to a higher production level in Denver. Though I found it funny and quaint, I also found it endearing. Mrs. Parker said, "We normally stay up late but you've had a long day and you're looking a little tired. If either of you want to head off to bed, feel free." I nodded and said, "I am very sleepy. Thank you for making me feel so welcome." Mrs. Parker smiled at me and turned her attention back to the news. I kissed John on the lips. I resisted every urge I had to do anything more daring than that. I went to the bathroom outside of Jenny's room and took a shower. I took my time. I felt dirty from my period as well as from the trip. I shaved my legs and crotch, only leaving the small triangle of orange pubic hair directly above my pussy. I usually waxed but my period had put that off and I didn't carry a wax kit on vacation. Since I had forgotten my robe in my luggage I wrapped the towel around me and made the short trip to Jenny's room dressed like that. Everyone was still watching television on the other side of the house, so I had the area to myself. I closed the door behind me, took off the towel, put on fresh panties, and lay down on top of the bed. I usually sleep in the nude except when I was on my period, and then I wore panties just in case. Despite the situation, I decided I wanted to do that here instead of wearing more clothes to bed. Besides the fact that it was too hot to wear more to bed, it made me feel naughty and I found that thrilling. It took me a long time to fall asleep. I missed John. We always went to bed together, falling asleep in each other's arms. I loved him with all my heart. I was lonely. *** I woke up horny. Most of the time, I fucked John once or twice a day. The more orgasms I could get the better. We went to TSC, our sex club. We had other couples over. We threw our own sex parties. But when my period approached I got very cranky for a few days, demanding sex even more. John usually got upset with me for being so cranky but he also usually gave in and fucked me. Then, when my period started, I didn't want to be touched, other than to help me fall asleep at night. I knew that was really rough on John. Then, five or six days later, when I finally stopped bleeding, I became super-horny. I mean, hornier than at any other time of the month by a mile. I got an itch in my pussy that only the sweet friction of a real live cock stroking deeply in and out of my cunt could satisfy. Well, I was starting to feel that itch. My period was coming to an end. I had gotten under the sheets at one time during the night but then I had kicked them to the side. My nipples were hard and I cupped my big tits in my hands and rolled both of them between my fingers. The sweet pleasure rolled into my brain, nearly blocking out my other senses. At that moment, Mrs. Parker opened the door to the bedroom. I heard the clink of the knob an instant before the door swung wide. I was just able to throw the sheet over me in time to prevent her from seeing my half-naked body. "Robin, breakfast is almost ready," she said sweetly. "Okay," I replied shakily. "Thank you Mrs. Parker. I'll be right there." Satisfied, John's mother closed the door. I let out a great sigh of relief. I mentally scolded myself for not locking the door. I had a vision of her opening the door while I was fucking myself with one of the dildos in my luggage. Now, that would be a disaster. The rush of almost getting caught left me wide awake. I got out of bed and dug into my luggage for my robe. It was a light and flimsy green satin robe that covered me to just above my knees. I tied it closed with the satin belt and padded to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushed my hair, put on a little makeup, and checked myself out. Sure enough, my period was over. There was still a week to go in this house. I had no idea how I was going to survive without getting fucked for a whole week. Pushing the thoughts aside for the moment, I made sure I was clean down there and ventured out to find breakfast. Mrs. Parker knew how to cook, the smells of bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast drifting through the house. With her encouragement I took a plate and served myself. As I sat down I made a mental note to stop putting so much on my plate. At this rate I was going to gain ten pounds before we left for Florida. Mrs. Parker joined me with a plate of her own as did Mister Parker. Both were already dressed, Mrs. Parker in a long dress and Mister Parker in overalls. Halfway through my delicious meal, John showed up, also in his robe, the plaid one. He fixed himself a plate and sat across from me. He looked good. His dark hair was still wet. He looked clean and refreshed. I wanted to push the dishes on the floor and fuck him on that dining room table. When he caught me looking at him he cocked his head to the side. I flashed him a lustful gaze. His eyes grew wide with surprise and then concern crossed his face. He understood. The Parker's were discussing their plans for Christmas as I snaked my foot out and found John's legs. I'm short and the solid oak dining table was wide, so I couldn't reach his crotch, which is what I really wanted to do. So, I settled for caressing halfway up his inner thighs. In his robe his legs were bare and I felt the soft hairs sexily tickling my bare foot. John's eyes grew wide with surprise. I loved that. I liked to shock John any chance I got. I guess it's a control thing. Of course, he knew me. He shouldn't have been surprised by that sort of thing from me anymore. I found myself wondering if I was giving him an erection as he sat next to his mother, when Mrs. Parker caught my attention as she was in the middle of saying, "...so, Johnny, after church at ten-thirty, you'll go to Lake Charles with your dad while Robin and I clean up the house." Yes, I went to church with John and his parents. Though I was brought up Catholic I had not been to church in years. I dressed in my most conservative black dress, which still had a neckline way too low and a hemline way too high. I threw on a sweater to cover the neckline. I couldn't do anything about the hemline. Mrs. Parker gave me a skeptical look when she saw how I was dressed but she didn't say anything. Mister Parker, on the other hand, said, "Wow, you look good." I thanked him with a quick smile. John wore his best suit and he really looked good. My pussy was itching to jump him right there in front of his parents. I instantly regretted having put on a thong. It was going to be soaked before I got done with church. Making everyone wait for me, I dashed into my room, Jenny's room, and changed underwear. When I re-emerged I locked the door to the house behind me and got in the car. The trip to Saint Theresa's was short enough that we could have walked there. I definitely had the shortest skirt of any of the women. I received several disapproving glances. I tried not to care though looking at how some of them were dressed, jeans would have been a better choice. If it weren't for John's parents I wouldn't have cared, but I wanted so much to make them like me. The service was only an hour long but it seemed like forever. I tried to ignore John's hand in mine, his body so close to mine, and how great he smelled. The itch in my pussy did not mesh well with being in church. I was so thankful when it was finally over and, after greeting the priest, we piled back into the car and drove back home. An hour later John and Mister Parker were gone, driving to Lake Charles on some shopping mission, leaving Mrs. Parker and me alone. I changed into my cleaning up clothes, which consisted of a pair of very short green shorts and a nearly see-through green top. The top breathed well. I had on a sports bra underneath. My tits, though firm, were a little too big for me to run around without some sort of support. Mrs. Parker tasked me with tidying up while she vacuumed. We worked for an hour and then took a break. I told her I was going to put away the rest of my luggage and she let me go. I'm not averse to housework; I just usually try to get by on the minimum necessary, especially when I'm that horny. But I really did need to put my clothes away. Back in Jenny's room I opened her walk-in closet and took an assessment. The left side was filled with clothes of different sizes and styles. It looked like Jenny had tried out lots of different styles as she grew up. The back of the closet held shoe racks full of shoes. Oddly, the right side of the closet had a clothing rod with no clothes on it. Instead, there was big flat pillow on the floor and a small jewelry cabinet where more clothes would have gone. I shrugged. I guessed it wouldn't hurt anything to pull out the pillow and move the jewelry cabinet further toward the back of the closet beside the dresser. That way I could hang up my own clothes on the unused rod as Mrs. Parker has suggested. Though the jewelry cabinet was over three feet high it stood on long thin legs and was much lighter than it looked. I carefully moved it four feet down the wall to make room for my clothing. When I was finished I examined my handiwork. The back of the wall was in shadow from the overhead light but the light from the window in the bedroom added just enough to make the dark brown wall visible. I almost didn't notice it but then I saw it. There was a three-inch wide hole in the wall about three feet off the floor. The jewelry cabinet had been obstructing it. I almost ignored it as simple damage but then I noticed that it had black tape around it. Curious, I knelt down on the carpeted floor and looked more closely at the hole. It was not perfectly round but it had black electrical tape all the way around it, covering any rough edges. I knew what it looked like to me but I knew I just had to be wrong. I put my finger in the hole and tapped a solid surface about three inches in. I felt around and discovered that the tape wrapped back down on the other side of the hole one inch in. So what accounted for the two extra inches? Was it possible that something similar to the jewelry cabinet blocked the hole from the other side? If so, what room would that be in? I sat back on my ankles and thought about the layout of the house. The left wall of the closet was definitely an outside wall because the window in the bedroom shared the same wall. So, it had to be somewhere in one of the two room off that first hall at the front of the house. I wasn't good at spatial relationships but I was confident I could figure it out. I put some of my dresses on either side of the hole, leaving a nice wide gap so I'd be able to verify that I had found where the hole led. The dresses were in case Mrs. Parker came in while I was at the front of the house. I still had a few clothes to put away but I zipped up my luggage and vowed to finish that before going to bed. Mrs. Parker was ready to start vacuuming again and I told her I'd roam around and tidy up some more. She agreed, so I tidied the living room until Mrs. Parker started vacuuming the dining room. I waited until I was sure she was busy at the back of the house before I slipped down that front hall. The first door was on the left and I opened it. It was a bathroom. The closet in Jenny's room was six feet across and this bathroom was way more centered in the house than that. At the end of the hall was a folding door which led to a washer and dryer. It was possible that the hole terminated behind one of these but the surface I had tapped wasn't metal. I couldn't tell how close I was to the outside wall. Directly to the right, also at the end of the hall, was a door. I got a sinking feeling that I knew exactly what I was going to find but I still had to go through the motions. I was also aware that I was overstepping my boundaries, but I couldn't help myself. Glancing behind me to make sure that Mrs. Parker's vacuuming sounds were still coming from around the corner from the kitchen and I was not in her line of sight, I opened the door and slipped inside. I closed the door behind me and looked around. John's room was all blue; blue rug, blue bedspread on his single-sized bed, and blue drapes. The windows told me that we were definitely against the outside walls. So, that would mean, sure enough, there was a door on the same wall as the door I had used to enter the room. Knowing my time was limited, I quickly opened it and what I saw told me I was at the right spot. This was a six-foot square walk-in closet also. The right-hand wall of this closet was about six feet away from the outside wall. The closet was laid out similarly to Jenny's. John's old clothes were hanging on the left side of the closet. There was a small dresser at the back of the closet. There were no clothes along the right side. I saw where there was room for a hanging rod but it had been removed and was standing against the wall. There was a portable stereo cabinet against the wall. It held three shelves, a glass door on the front, and a cardboard backing on the back, against the wall. It was on casters and contained an old stereo and a big CD player. I didn't waste time as I entered the closet and rolled the stereo cabinet aside, into the center of the closet. There was a long tube on top of the shelf unit. It was about three feet long and was made from a Christmas wrap cardboard roll. At each end of the roll was affixed a small mirror set at a forty-five degree angle. I grabbed the tube and sat down on the floor. There, right in front of me, was the hole. Looking through it I could see Jenny's closet and my clothing on either side. Oh my god, I had found it. My mind was racing with possibilities of what this meant. The hole wasn't covered on both sides by accident. I looked at the tube in my hand again. Maybe the hole wasn't what I thought it was after all. I inserted the tube through the hole. It barely fit. It took me a moment to figure it out but sitting beside the hole, facing Jenny's room, and extending the tube past my clothes on the other side; I could see my luggage on the floor of Jenny's bedroom. The vacuum stopped. I pushed the tube the couple of inches it took to get it through the hole, quickly got to my feet, and swung the stereo cabinet back into place. I actually positioned it just in front of hole. I turned off the closet light but left the door open. I slipped out of the room with Mrs. Parker looking at me from down the hall. "I was just tidying up John's room," I lied to her. "He can be messy sometimes." She studied me for a second and then nodded. Whew. She seemed to accept my story. I found myself wondering, did John use the periscope to spy on Jenny? That seemed obvious. What about the jewelry case? Surely Jenny didn't just accidentally cover the hole with it. Maybe she found out and blocked him from watching her. Was that all he was hiding from me? I had to know. I ate lunch with Mrs. Parker as John and his father were still in Lake Charles. I didn't go snooping any more that day. By the time the men arrived back, we had the house completely cleaned and tidied up. We changed for supper; I dressed up in my skinny jeans and a nice shirt while John dressed down to jeans and a t-shirt from what he had worn to Lake Charles. I actually used the periscope to watch John get dressed, just to see if I could. He didn't even notice or worry about the closet being open because he was in such a hurry. I caught a glimpse of his body as he changed. I loved him and I needed him so badly. Life in the Parker household revolved around food and Mrs. Parker was an excellent cook. The other major activity was TV watching. I loved it to an extent because it was different than my lifestyle. Food was never my concern as I couldn't eat much of it and still maintain my figure. As for TV, I rarely watched TV unless you count porn. Well, during the workweek I might catch a sitcom or two but that was it. So, this was a different lifestyle than I was used to and I was already getting antsy for some real action. Supper was delicious, as usual. After supper we sat with the Parker's and watched television. I held John's hand as we watched. The close contact set me off. I crossed my legs. I could feel my fuck juices flowing and I needed to keep them inside. I tried to be good and not jump John in front of his parents, though throughout the day I had grown hotter and hotter. I needed to feel his arms around me and his cock deep inside of me. At one point, during a show that was holding the Parker's interest, John asked me, "Settle in good?" I nodded. This was my opportunity to start stirring things up, so I looked up at him and said, low enough so nobody else could hear me over the sound of the television, "I found the hole." John tensed and his face went completely white. For a minute I thought he was going to pass out from lack of blood. I found it funny because I knew he didn't want me to find out about it. That spoke volumes to me but I still had questions. Now, he hadn't lied to me yet and he had promised he never would. I was going to hold him to that and get the truth. I decided to add to his stress level, I couldn't help myself, and said softly, "And the periscope." John opened his mouth to reply but then remembered his parents were right there, so he closed his mouth. He looked panicked. For him to be this panicked, I wondered if the hole might actually be what I originally thought it was. Finally, I patted his hand with my free hand and whispered, "Meet me at the hole at eleven and we'll talk." I could see the wheels turning in John's head. I was going to need to be on my game to read him though the tiny hole. I couldn't have him make up some lie to tell me. I really wished there was someplace we could go and talk but the Parkers shadowed our every move when we were together, especially Mrs. Parker. After the news was over I excused myself for the evening, giving John a kiss on his cheek. He looked scared to death, dreading the conversation I was determined to have with him. I smiled at him, trying to put him at ease just a bit. I went to the bathroom, showered, shaved my pussy again, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. Back in my room, Jenny's room, I locked the door and took off all my clothes. I was going to sleep in the nude once I got to bed, with the door locked this time. I made sure my robe was handy, though. In the mirror I thought I looked great, my skin was pale with orange freckles on my neck, shoulders, arms, and face. They weren't too pronounced as I tried to keep out of the sun as much as possible. I used to hate them but others had convinced me that they were sexy. My hair was a long flowing mass of orange locks. My breasts were big, firm, and pale, topped with hard pink nipples. My tummy was flat; my figure slender and sexy. The small triangle of orange hair above my slit was cute and my pink pussy itched something awful. In the closet, I pushed my clothes aside and knelt in front of the hole. I looked in and couldn't see anything. I had seen by the bedroom clock that it was just after 11:00, so I whispered, "John?" "I'm here, Robin," he replied through the hole. His voice was tense, nervous. My senses were telling me I was on target but they also warned me to go easy with John. "Oh, John, I love you. I don't know how much more of this I can take," I told him. I was avoiding the subject of the hole for as long as I could; letting him know my thoughts were of him. John didn't want to talk about the hole either. I barely heard him sigh with relief. He asked, "Your period's over?" Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 01 "Yes and I'm so fucking horny for you, baby. I could use the dildo I brought but it's not going to be enough. I'm going to sneak into your room tonight and fuck the shit out of you." "My parents don't go to bed until after midnight and if my mom catches us she'll disown me. I want you too. I haven't fucked anyone in a week either. I'm as horny as you are but we can't take the chance." John and I have a very open relationship and I had told him that, while I'm on my period, he should fuck some of our friends. But he told me that as long as I couldn't, he wouldn't. He was so sweet. For me sex and love are completely different things, but it was a sweet gesture anyway. Even so, I sincerely did not think he was as horny as I was. It seemed to me that it would be physically impossible for anyone to be hornier than me at that moment. But, I knew he was right about one thing. Mrs. Parker had made it very clear she was not the sort of woman to put up with any fucking going on in her house, especially between two people who were not married. I thought for a moment of all the possible scenarios and their potential outcomes. Finally, I sighed and said, "I know we could get caught. I don't want that to be the impression I leave with your parents." Resigned I decided to move on to the subject we had been avoiding. "So John, what's this hole for?" I asked. Even if it wasn't what I thought it was, I was going to use it as such. I heard John's gasp. He had almost thought he was in the clear. Did he really think I wouldn't ask? I mean, it was literally right in front of our faces. I suddenly grew nervous. I didn't want to put John in a position he would feel like he had to lie to me. I needed to reassure him and remind him of to whom he was taking. Sometimes I'm as subtle as a sledgehammer but I figured that being too subtle about it wouldn't get at the truth. "Well--," he began hesitantly. I interrupted him saying, "Remember, I love you. Don't lie to me, okay?" John was silent for a moment and then he said firmly, "Never." "How did this hole get here?" I asked softly. "It was an accident. I was moving some stuff around and I accidentally poked a hole in the wall." Accepting that at face value, I asked "When did you discover it led to Jenny's closet?" John's voice shook as he reluctantly said, "I looked at the hole and I noticed that light was coming through it. I was just curious to see how bad the damage was so I got down on my knees and saw Jenny's shoes on the floor of her closet." Being bold and feeling like a prosecuting attorney I asked, "When did you first see Jenny naked?" John was silent. "I saw the periscope. You obviously saw her naked. It's okay. You can tell me," I said tenderly. The thought of what John might have done with Jenny, his sister, was really turning me on. As an only child I can only imagine that I would have fucked the shit out of any brother, or sister, I would have had. As it was, what I did with my mother and Angela is something I knew might come up in the next week. If I could discover what John and Jenny had done, it might help me later on in Florida. John was very quiet for a long time. I was starting to grow concerned that he had left. Then he said quietly, "I was young and my sister was two years older than me. I was still in high school at eighteen but she was in college while still living at home. I figured I could hide the hole with my coats in the way. I didn't think very far ahead. "So I made the hole a little bigger on my side with my pocket knife. Then, while my sister was still out of the house, and while my parents were watching television, I snuck into her room. They were very strict about us not being alone together but they didn't monitor us too closely when one of us was gone. "See, I loved my sister. We grew up together. When I was little we played together all the time and we were very close. Then, one day, when Jenny was eleven or twelve she had her first period. We shared the same bedroom at the time, but within a couple months my parents had added on to the house, relegating me to the front of the house and my sister to the back. They gave her their old master bedroom and sealed up the door to the front hall. They added on a new master bedroom and a new bathroom to the back of the house. "I didn't know what had happened at the time but I just knew that my whole world had changed. We still played together but never alone. We were always supervised by our parents. Though we basically were forced to do our own separate things, we were still close but not so close that I didn't think of her as a hot babe once I was old enough to notice. "Anyway, back to the hole. So, I widened the hole on her side and pushed her clothes to either side of it. I didn't think about what I might see, I was just so horny to see something. I had some girlfriends prior to that, once my parents had let me start dating, but at the time I wasn't seeing anyone. So, what's the expression? 'Young, dumb, and full of cum'? That was me. "So, when Jenny got in that night, after we all ate supper, I went into my closet and waited. I almost fell asleep but then the light in her closet came on. It was the moment I had waited for. I eagerly pressed my eye to the hole and watched Jenny walk into her closet. "The hole is at waist height and the first thing I saw was that she was already down to her panties. They were cotton hip-huggers, yellow with little red flowers. She turned away and I saw her butt. It was so firm and sexy. I was instantly hard and I started stroking myself. I was alone in my closet so I didn't see any harm in it, even though I was masturbating as I watched my own sister. "She turned around and I was trying to make out her pussy through the cloth when she bent forward. I pulled back from the hole, just knowing that she noticed it. But her eye never blocked the hole so I looked again and saw that the reason she had leaned forward was to take off her panties. "I caught just a glimpse of her pussy. Her skin was so tanned and she had tan lines from her bikini that ran high on her hips and down over her mound. Her pubic hair was a black mat but it had been trimmed so I could make out her slit. I could just make out her labia and the lips of her pussy that just barely dropped into view. "I almost came right there, but she shuffled her clothes around and my view was blocked." John's description had taken on a nostalgic dreamy quality. He had lost his nervousness. It was like he had forgotten he was relating all of this to me. I almost didn't want to break the silence but I had to know the rest. I doubted he would tell me any more unless I let him know what was obvious to me and made him feel comfortable enough telling me the details. So, quietly, gently, I said, "So, she discovered the hole and the two of you did things through it, didn't you?" "What?" John asked. I had dislodged him from his memory. The panic was evident in his voice. "Why would you say that?" I noticed that he didn't say 'no'. What other reason was there for the tape? I continued, "It's all right. I'm not judging you. I think it's hot." I knew saying that would get his attention and I did mean it. John hesitated. "Robin," he sighed, as if pleading with me to stop asking him about it. Changing tactics I said, "Please tell me about it, John. I'm not here to judge you. I love you." John finally said, "I just don't want you to think that it's the whole stereotype. You know, people from the south. It wasn't like that." I thought for a moment. What exactly did they do through this hole? Did he actually fuck her or was it just blowjobs? I had to know. I told him softly, "I don't think like that, babe. You know that. I just want to know all about you. Your story is turning me on, baby. Please tell me more." John sighed, "Okay". He obviously felt trapped but I needed him to feel that way. I wanted him to feel that he had no choice but to tell me the truth. That's not to say that I enjoyed making him uncomfortable, I didn't. I just knew that it was the quickest way to the truth. To me the ends justified the means in this case. John continued his story slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Well, sometime during that week I made the hole even bigger. I had the periscope. I had made it several years earlier for a class project. I would look around corners and over hedges pretending I was a submarine captain. "So, for a few weeks, every night, when Jenny would come home from McNeese, the college, I'd extend the periscope out beyond her clothes and watch her in her bedroom. I couldn't see her bed but I saw everything else. I watched her get dressed and undressed. When she came to the closet I'd pull the periscope back. My sister is so hot, you have no idea. She's almost as hot as you are." When John went silent again I prompted him with, "When did she catch you?" John sighed. He was almost completely resigned to tell me the whole truth. I had him where I needed him to be. "I had been watching her for several weeks and I got sloppy. I had been covering the hole every night but then, for whatever reason, one night I just pulled the periscope most of the way through and left it there. "I guess I figured that she had her clothes in the way and she'd never find it. Well, the next day I got detention for fighting at school and I got home late. Jenny was already home. I wasn't too concerned about the periscope because I was more concerned at how angry my mom was at me for fighting at school. "Anyway, when I finally got to my room at the usual time to watch Jenny change, I didn't think anything was different until, after she had gotten completely naked, she looked right at the periscope in the dark closet and waved at me. I barely heard her ask, 'enjoy the show?'" "Wow," I said. "What did you do?" John laughed a nervous little chuckle. Then he said, "I yanked that periscope back as fast as I could and got the hell out of that closet, closing the door behind me. I kept waiting for my mom to show up and ask me what the fuck I was doing spying on my sister. I almost threw up I was so nervous. "I thought about all the different replies I could give my parents, none of them sounding any good. But I eventually fell asleep waiting for the hammer to fall. When I woke up the next morning and went to breakfast I realized Jenny hadn't told our parents anything. "So, for the next few days I avoided Jenny and the hole like the plague. I didn't dare push my luck," he told me with a big sigh. "What happened then?" I asked, knowing there was more to the story and determined to get it out of him while he was on a roll. "Well, after lunch on Saturday, Jenny cornered me while Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up. All she said was, 'there is going to be a show just for you tonight'. I was stunned but she just walked away. "I didn't know what to expect but I couldn't just ignore an offer like that. So, after we went to bed, I went to the hole. I didn't see Jenny anywhere so I put the periscope back in. "Jenny had moved a chair in front of the closet door. She had also moved a lamp into the closet to cast a light on the chair. She was sitting in the chair and when she saw the periscope appear from around her clothes, she gave me a little wave. "I was nervous but also curious as to what she was going to do. So, standing in front of the chair, the light shining on her sexy legs, Jenny slowly took off her clothes for me. She was so sexy and the little mirror was too damn small. I watched her undress, my cock as hard as a rock. "When she finished undressing and was totally naked, she didn't stop there. She sat on the chair and slowly spread her legs for me. Robin, I could see everything. She slowly spread her pussy with her fingers and rubbed her clit. "I couldn't help but stroke my cock as I watched. It was so unbelievable to me that she would do that but I wasn't about to look away. I watched my sister play with her pussy until she came. I could hear moans through the wall. It was so fucking hot that I came with her." "Wow," I said in agreement. I began rubbing my clit as I listened to John's story. I could tell there was more so I asked, "So what happened then?" John hesitated again. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts. He finally said, "Well, I didn't know what to do so I pulled the telescope back and I didn't do anything the next several days. Then, one day Jenny asked me where I had been. My mom overheard this and she told Jenny that I always come home after school. It was a little funny actually. "Anyway, that night I went to the hole and Jenny was there, sitting right where you are. She asked me if I wanted to do more than just look. She wasn't nervous or shy at all. I didn't know what to say so I asked her what she had in mind. "She had put tape all around the hole and she told me to put my dick through the hole because she wanted to see it. I was shocked. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that she might want to see me. It was only fair and I would do anything for Jenny so I stood in front of the hole. I was a little scared she might do something bad to me because she used to pick on me sometimes when we were younger. So, for many reasons I was scared but, in the end, I trusted her. I did it. I was so scared it wasn't even hard at first." "She sucked it, didn't she?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't contain myself. John sighed, "Yeah." "Jenny had her very own glory hole," I said in amazement. "I love your sister already." John was quiet. The silence was a little awkward but it spoke volumes, the image of Jenny sucking John's cock through this hole filled my head with deliciously nasty thoughts. We both knew what I had to ask next. "So, did she fuck it?" John didn't say a word. He was still there but was holding his breath, afraid to speak. Though I had suspected it I still almost couldn't believe it. "She fucked it!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god, you fucked your sister through this hole, didn't you?" I could hear him breathing but he didn't say anything. "That's what you've been hiding. Oh, baby, that's so fucking hot," I told him. My pussy was so wet at the thought of Jenny fucking John's cock right through that hole that was mere inches from my face. I had one more question but I didn't ask it. Not yet. I needed to take care of John first. "Hot?" he asked nervously. "Fuck yeah. My pussy is so wet right now. I told you that you can tell me anything," I explained. "Show me." "Show you?" he asked. I had him off guard. We had been together for a few months now and I was still able to surprise him. I was much better at reading him than he was at reading me. "Yes, show me," I told him. "John, I'm so hot I'm about to explode. If you're not going to let me sneak into your room, then put your cock through this hole." "Really?" he asked, the nervousness beginning to leave his voice. "Yes, 'really'," I said, mocking him a little bit. "Come on, John," I coaxed, "feed me your long hard cock. I want to suck it just like your sister did." I heard a groan followed by rustling behind the wall. Then, suddenly, John's cock, almost fully hard, emerged from the hole. I almost came when I saw it; the sight was so hot. Though I recognized the cock as John's, it was like a completely disembodied cock attached to the wall. I slowly wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the girth. The skin was soft and gave a bit when I squeezed it. I stroked it slowly, watching the skin stretch and bunch on John's circumcised cock. John's prick filled out to full hardness within seconds. It no longer gave as much under my grip, other than the slight give of the skin that covering the shaft. It felt like a warm rod of solid iron wrapped in soft skin. My pussy ached to feel it inside of me, though so did my mouth. I knelt up and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. He tasted salty and musky. He was in my mouth. Though he was in the next room I had his full attention as he did mine. I sank my lips to just below the neck of John's prick and slashed the tip of my tongue back and forth against the bundle of nerves directly under the head. I felt John shudder, the vibrations travelling down his cock to my lips. The sense of power I had over him was overwhelming. I loved it. Though I was powerful, I was also powerless to resist. Never in my life have I had to resist my urges as much as I had in this house. I wasn't used to it but I thought I had done pretty well until that moment. I sank my face down John's cock until my nose pressed firmly against the wall. The head of his prick pressed into my throat. I had learned to bypass my gag reflex a long time ago. His dick was thick and warm inside my mouth. I could feel it pulsing and throbbing against my throat. With seven inches of John's nine-inch cock lodged deep in my mouth, I breathed through my nose. I ran my tongue against the underside of his prick, tasting the salty flavor, sucked hard on it with my lips, and tried to swallow the head. Trying to swallow it caused my throat to constrict around the head of his prick repeatedly. I knew that had to feel good for him. Knowing that squeezing will only get you so far with a cock, I began bobbing my head on his dick, taking it as deep as I could on each stroke. With an inch lost to the wall and another inch lost from trying not to smash my face into it, there was still a good seven inches to work with. Some guys only had that much and some had much less, so I was happy. I worked my mouth up and down John's cock, holding my lips tight to the shaft on the down stroke and sucking on the upstroke. I heard him groaning through the wall and I knew he couldn't take much more. He had been sexually deprived as much as I had. I didn't know how many times he had masturbated since my period started but his cock seemed about ready to explode. I stopped. My pussy was screaming for some attention and my fingers rubbing my clit were not what it needed. The dildo in my luggage was not what it needed. It was screaming for John's cock to be thrust deep inside. In case you didn't notice, my pussy usually gets what it wants. I stood up and turned around, releasing John's dick for a second. I backed up to the wall, standing on my tip-toes since I was so short and the hole was a little high. I couldn't believe I was about to do that. I was going to fuck John through the same hole he fucked his sister, while his parents were in another room watching television. My head swam, I was so turned on. Reaching down between my thighs I found John's hard cock, still slick with my saliva. I guided the head to the mouth of my snatch and pushed back. My pussy opened easily, allowing John's thick cock to burrow inside. I pushed back until my butt rested firmly against the wall. My head swam with pleasure as I rested there, savoring the feel of John's big cock in my starved pussy. It had been over a week since I had felt the sweet stretching of my cunt by John's pulsating pole. I was in heaven. I rocked forward and back as best I could, slowly fucking his cock. I had missed this. I tried not to hit the wall with my butt as this made a thumping sound. I also tried to keep my moans very quiet. I felt nasty and sexy. I loved it. At one point I paused, resting against the wall for a second. John took that opportunity to begin fucking me in earnest. He stroked his cock in and out of the hole as well as my clasping cunt. I tried to stay lined up with the hole as best I could, my legs beginning to shake with the pleasure and exertion. I felt the added stretching inside my body and I knew John was getting close to coming. So was I. I rubbed my clit as he stroked me one last time. His cock expanded deep inside of me as he was about to come. When I felt the blasts of his hot sweet cum hit the walls of my scalding cunt I moaned and rubbed my clit. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 01 Just as I was about to come, the knob to Jenny's bedroom door jiggled. This was quickly followed by a gentle rapping on the hollow wood door and the voice of Mrs. Parker filtering inside. She asked, "Robin, honey, are you alright?" I froze. My approaching orgasm retreating as panic set in. As I felt blast after blast of cum from John's cock fill my fuck-hole, I said, as sweetly as I could, "Yes, Mrs. Parker, I'm fine." The handle jiggled again. Then she said, "Can you let me in, dear? I'd like to talk to you for a moment, if I could." "Sure, just a second," I replied as calmly as I could. This was not how I had planned on the evening going. I was light-headed from my near orgasm being replaced with panic. I pulled off of John's cock, the sloshing sound so fucking sexy to my ears, and, without even looking back, arranged my dresses to block the hole. I turned off the closet light, pushed the door, and grabbed my robe. Slipping it on, I felt how hard my nipples were. I was permanently turned on at this point. I opened the door. My lips and chin felt cold as the breeze from opening the door crossed my face. As Mrs. Parker looked at me, I passed the back of my hand across my mouth. My saliva had coated my face around my mouth from sucking on her son's cock. She didn't notice, thank God. Mrs. Parker came into the room and glanced around. She said, "I heard a thump and some moaning. I wanted to make sure you were okay." "I was just falling asleep, so I'm not sure what you heard," I lied. Mrs. Parker walked to the closet and peeked inside. My heart sank. I just knew she must know about the hole in the wall. But she glanced around for a second or two and closed the door. I felt John's cum trying to leak out of my pussy and down my thighs. I could smell my fuck juices and I was afraid Mrs. Parker could too. I clenched my kegel muscles as hard as I could to keep her son's fuck cream inside my body. The adrenaline was flowing, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it. Mrs. Parker came toward me and sat on the foot of the bed. I sat down beside her, feeling my efforts to keep John's cum inside failing. He had deposited an especially big load and it was going to come out whether I liked it or not. I felt it stain the back of my robe as I crossed my legs. There I was sitting beside John's mother, with her son's cum leaking out of my pussy. The naughty thrill of that was overwhelming. I was scared and excited all at the same time. Mrs. Parker said, "Robin, you are the first woman John has brought to meet us since he graduated from high school." "Really?" I asked, a little surprised. John was not inexperienced. I knew he had lots of girlfriends before he met me. Had he really not brought any of them home with him? Mrs. Parker nodded. "His father keeps asking me if John is gay and I keep telling him that the boy just hasn't met the right girl." I smiled at that. John was definitely not gay. How could I tell his mother that, though? She'd want to know details. So, I just said, "He and I get along very well together." Mrs. Parker smiled and said, "I'm glad to hear that. Johnny is a good boy. He deserves to be happy. He obviously likes you a lot." "I love John," I told her sincerely, as his cum continued to run out of my cunt onto the back of my robe. She got a sad look on her face. I hadn't expected that. "Please don't hurt him," she said. "I won't," I told her softly, knowing that I already had hurt him with the whole testing thing. I wanted to add, 'not intentionally', but I refrained. I usually tried to cover my ass with phrases like that, but this was definitely not the time for that. "Good. Well, I'm going to let you get some sleep," she said, standing up. I stood up with her, making sure to face her squarely so she couldn't see the stain on the back of my robe. I felt cum dribble out and coat my inner thighs as we walked to the door. I felt like a nasty slut in both the best way and the worst way possible. It was thrilling and uncomfortable at the same time. I hugged Mrs. Parker and locked the door after she let herself out of the room. The sexual frustration of almost coming, the sweetness of Mrs. Parker's concern for her son, the thrilling high of almost getting caught, and the discomfiture of the situation all combined together in a jumble of emotions that crashed over me as I realized I was alone again. I cried. I couldn't latch onto a single thing I was crying over. I let the tears flow for a while but I still had no idea why exactly I was crying. I tried to stay quiet and eventually I stopped sobbing. I wiped my tears as I heard the Parker's bedroom door close. The hallway was deserted so I made my way to the bathroom. I needed a shower but I didn't take one for fear of raising suspicion so I settled for toweling off with a wet washcloth. My robe would have to be washed in the morning. Cum stains dry hard, I knew. Back in the room I lay naked in the bed. I couldn't bring myself to pleasure myself after everything that had happened. I knew it would only make the itch in my pussy worse in the long run anyway. I eventually drifted off into a restless sleep. *** The next day I woke even hornier than the day before. The trauma from the previous night was nearly forgotten in the waves of sexual desire that greeted me that morning. This time I did pleasure myself. I used my fingers on my clit, rubbing the little bud until I achieved orgasm. I buried my face in the comforter so I didn't alert anyone. That had felt great but the itch was inside. I took the dildo from my luggage and used it. I used it under the covers to muffle the squishy sounds of my cunt swallowing the big dong. When I came it felt good but it still wasn't enough. From experience I knew that masturbation just got me going and didn't really relieve the need for human contact. A girl worked somewhat. That's what I had with Angela. She would keep the lust at bay until I could get a hold of a man. That's what I really needed; a man; a real live cock fucking me. What really did it was a man pounding his cock into me. There was nothing like it. I couldn't do it to myself. No woman with a strap-on could do it, though some had tried. It took a man slamming into me and making my body rock to fill the hunger I had inside. With a sigh at the realization that it would probably be a few more days, once we were in Florida, before I got that, I got out of bed. I showered and ate breakfast with John and his family. John looked happy but concerned about me. He didn't know what had happened the prior night and I couldn't explain in front of his parents. Mrs. Parker told us, "Jenny called this morning. She's flying into Lake Charles, with a layover in Dallas. She's renting a car in Lake Charles and she should be here just after sundown." Mister Parker chimed in, "Well, it's about damn time." My heart sank. I had hoped to fuck John through that hole again but with Jenny right there, it wasn't going to be possible. The two of them had fucked through it but that didn't mean she was going to let me do it. I wasn't going to ask her, either. 'Oh, Jenny, I know you fucked your brother through this hole. Would you mind terribly if I did the same?' I saw John tense up at the news of his sister's arrival. There was more to the story, I just knew it. There was something he hadn't told me and it was bothering him. I didn't know if it was that he hadn't told me or he worried that Jenny would. That morning John helped his dad clean up the yard. The cold front had come through and it was in the forties but Mister Parker wanted John to help him rake leaves and fix a gap in the fence. We never had a chance to be alone. I regretted not renting a car, despite the expense. Meanwhile, Mrs. Parker busied herself around the house. I put the rest of my luggage away, using one of the drawers of the dresser for my panties, bras, and lingerie. Then I looked at my dresses hanging in front of the glory hole. I debated whether to put the jewelry box back in front of the hole. Not only was I not worried about making a nice good-girl impression on Jenny like I was her parents, but I was feeling a little bold and I figured letting her see that I knew about the hole would be a good ice-breaker. However, I might not want to do that on the first night. That would be tipping my hand and I wanted to get to know her a little better before making an irrevocable decision like that. I pulled the jewelry box out, pushed my dresses down the rod, and situated the jewelry box right in front of the hole. I tossed the pillow under the dresses making it look like I hadn't moved anything. I was going to get to know her before telling her that I knew about her and John. Besides, there was something John wasn't telling me. I didn't want to press him on it, but I'd get Jenny to tell me, if I could. John and his dad came in for lunch. They had worked up a sweat despite the cold temperatures. We all ate together. I had never had a family like this, so it was nice. I was starting to appreciate it. I needed John's cock inside of me so bad I felt like I was on the verge of tears all day. It was so frustrating. I couldn't get John alone enough to tell him about what had happened the previous night, much less be able to fuck him. So, the day dragged on. I got into watching the court shows that Mrs. Parker liked so much. Judge Judy and People's Court were her favorites. We guessed at who would win and who was lying. It was fun and I felt it brought us closer. The days had grown very short and the sun set at around four-thirty, plunging everything into darkness, the low dark overcast cloud layer blocking out the stars. At five, after the last court show went off and the news came on, Mrs. Parker began to fix dinner. She had John set an extra place at the table. At about five-thirty, just as she got everything cooking well on its own, headlights filled the living room followed by the honk of a horn. Mister Parker got up and went to the side door of the house saying, "Jenny's here." We all got up and followed him. Just as he opened the door Jenny breezed inside, put her luggage down, and whipped off her coat. She complained to no one in particular, "The humidity down here makes it feel colder than it felt in the blizzard in Philly that I just got stuck in." I froze, enchanted. Jenny was beautiful. She had an ineffable quality about her that made her positively magnetic. She had jet black hair, pulled back into a long thick ponytail. On her slender nose she wore black 'Tina Fey' glasses for a naughty librarian look. Her face was made up lightly with just a hint of blue eye shadow to emphasize her piercing blue eyes. Not covered by much makeup, her face was lightly freckled, similar to mine which made me wonder about John's attraction to me. On her full lips she wore glossy pink lipstick and on each ear she wore four pretty earrings. She stood a few inches taller than me, like John, and her skin was tanned, also like John's. Her fingernails were painted pink and she had several rings on her fingers. She wore a white men's dress shirt under a gray vest, jeans, and tennis shoes. The top four buttons of the white dress shirt were open, revealing cleavage of her ample bosom, the freckle or two decorating the tanned skin between her breasts begging to be licked. The vest was unbuttoned and hung loose. The jeans were tight, emphasizing her firm butt and somewhat narrow hips. Though to describe her thus may make her sound frumpy, Jenny carried herself like she was god's gift to the universe, head high, chest forward. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't snobbish, looking down her nose at everyone. She was just convinced that she was awesome, and just looking at her, I believed her. Mister Parker said, "Well, get in here where it's warm, honey." "Thanks Daddy," Jenny said, giving her father a kiss and a hug. As she spoke I noticed that her tongue was pierced. Mrs. Parker was there. She kissed and hugged her daughter too, saying, "It's so nice to see you, Jenny. It's good to see that you've managed to put on some weight. It must be those Philly cheese steak sandwiches." "I love you too, Mother," Jenny said dryly. Her body looked like perfection to me. So, it must have been just one of those mother-daughter things I surmised, though my mother and I had a much different relationship. Jenny looked at John and I could see the twinkle in her eyes as she said, "Johnny, come give your sister a hug and a kiss like a good little brother." I watched the hug, a half-second too long, and the kiss, a bit too firm. Yep, they were still very close after all these years. It made me wonder if they had ever stopped having sex through that hole. It was certainly something to look forward to when coming home for the holidays. "Jenny, this is Robin," John introduced. I could sense his discomfort as he tried not to let it show. Jenny looked at me the way a lion looks at a gazelle. I wasn't used to that. I'm usually the lion. I wasn't sure if it was a predatory or a territorial look. Either way, I felt my pussy creaming my jeans as I stood there looking back at her with big doe eyes like I had been caught in the headlights of an oncoming rig. I swallowed hard and said, "Nice to meet you, Jenny. I've heard a lot about you." Jenny smiled at me with perfect teeth. She said, "Don't believe everything you hear." She bent down and hugged me muttering, "Unless it's bad." Her breasts weren't as big as mine I judged as I felt them press against mine. Then she kissed me. It was a quick kiss, like she had given John. Though firm, her lips were soft and tasted sweet. I was so caught off guard and so enthralled with her that I would have gladly stood there and let her kiss me in front of John and her parents for as long as she wanted to. Definitely predatory I concluded. John picked up her luggage and said, "I'll take your bags to your room." Jenny said, "Mother, I heard that Robin is staying in my room. I'm more than happy to share but, why isn't she staying in Johnny's room with him?" Mrs. Parker's eyes went wide. "Jenny!" Jenny continued, saying "Well, I mean they've been together..." She looked at me and asked "How long?" I reflexively said, "Four months." Jenny repeated, "They've been together for four months. Are you seriously telling me that Johnny isn't hitting that? I mean, look at her, she's gorgeous." I blushed. If there's one thing that's true about me, it's that I don't blush. To blush you have to be able to be embarrassed. I am never embarrassed; I'm the one causing the embarrassment. I usually don't care what other people think of me. For Jenny, a girl I found simply amazing, to call me beautiful in front of her parents as well as suggesting to them that John would be crazy not to be fucking me was just too much. Mrs. Parker was shocked. She said, "Jenny! Be that as it may, there will be none of that sort of behavior going on in my house." John, Jenny, and Mister Parker looked at me strangely. I'm a natural redhead. My skin is pale and when I blush my face becomes beet red, which only amplifies my embarrassment. That's one of the reasons I have worked so hard to prevent myself from being embarrassed. "Please, Jenny, you're embarrassing the poor girl," Mister Parker chastised his daughter. That was the nicest thing I had ever heard him say about me. "Fine, fine, pardon me for stating the obvious," Jenny said with a wave of her hand, as if that would make the entire conversation have never happened. Then she looked at me and boldly caressed my very red cheek with the back of her hand saying, "Sorry if I embarrassed you, sweetie. You must embarrass easily." John almost burst out laughing, stifling to just a quick bark and then trying to cover it with a cough. He knew me well enough to know that was definitely not the case. He quickly carried Jenny's luggage down the hall. Jenny breezed down the hall after John, leaving me with their parents. Mister Parker went back to his recliner while Mrs. Parker shouted down the hall, "Supper's almost ready." I waited a second to let the blood drain from my face a bit more before heading toward Jenny's room. As I approached the doorway I heard murmurs of a conversation but I couldn't make what they were saying. All I heard was John say in a quick panicky hushed tone, "... I haven't asked her yet." "Asked me what?" I asked as I entered the room. John looked at me, the words caught in his throat. He looked like he I had caught him burying a body or something. What was all the overreaction about? I really wanted to know. Jenny spun around and said, "Johnny was supposed to ask you if you wanted to come with us to look at Christmas lights tomorrow night. You will come, yes?" I looked at her suspiciously but I nodded. "Great," Jenny said. "Now, if you two will excuse me, I want to change out of my travel clothes before we eat." I backed out of the room followed by John. Jenny closed the door. I looked at John and asked, "What was all that about?" "What? The Christmas lights?" he asked. "You were not having a conversation about Christmas lights." "Yeah, we kinda were," he said. "Kinda?" At that moment, Mrs. Parker poked her head around the corner and said to us, "You two go wash up for supper; separate bathrooms." I sighed and marched off to the bathroom like I was ten years old. I was getting a little tired of being told what to do. I kept telling myself it wouldn't be much longer. As soon as we got to Florida I'd be able to say what I wanted and do what I wanted. My mother was nothing like Mrs. Parker. As I washed my face and re-applied my makeup I thought about Jenny. She had hugged me, kissed me, touched my face, and called me gorgeous. I had only known her for ten minutes. I had become really good at getting a feel for people really fast, but that was mostly at the sex clubs; this was my boyfriend's sister. Of course, it was the same sister that he had been fucking for a long time; I just knew they were still intimate. I didn't mind and it really turned me on. That was probably part of the attraction I had to Jenny; she had a part in making John the man he had become. The itch in my pussy had abated just a bit during the day but, with Jenny's arrival and all the excitement, it was worse than ever. My period had stopped a while ago and all I had gotten was John's cock through a glory-hole almost producing an orgasm and then, later, some masturbation. Both of which had just made my condition that much worse. I desperately needed some human contact. I took a deep breath, trying to push all that aside for now. We all sat around the dinner table, Jenny's spot empty. John fidgeted. We hadn't talked about everything that happened and he looked nervous. I smiled at him, trying to reassure him that everything was basically okay. He seemed unconvinced, half-heartedly returning my smile. He was worried. Mister and Mrs. Parker were oblivious to any tension going on as they chatted between each other about the food and how happy they were to have their children in the house for Christmas. It seemed to me that they must have been oblivious to a lot of things over the years. They obviously had no idea there was a three-inch hole in their house that connected John's room and Jenny's room. Jenny breezed into the dining room, all smiles, as she sat at the table and said "Let's eat." I was shocked and even more attracted to her. She was barefoot; pink toenails adorning her toes, a barbed wire tattoo around her right ankle, and a chain tattoo around her left angle. Each ankle also bore an anklet, one with a little heart and the other with a little butterfly. Her legs were bare; lean, shapely, and tanned. Around her waist she wore a plaid pleated 'school-girl' skirt that fell to just above mid-thigh. Her midriff was exposed just enough for me to see that her belly button was pierced and adorned with a purple jewel. Her top was a short red camisole that covered her full breasts but only spaghetti straps covered her shoulders. This revealed a large butterfly tattoo over her right shoulder blade and an elaborate and colorful red dragon tattoo on the outside of her right shoulder and upper arm. There was also a tattoo on the back of her neck in the form of an infinity symbol and a tribal tattoo on her lower back between the skirt and the camisole. Her pale tan lines ran up her chest and behind her neck. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 01 Mrs. Parker sighed and asked, "Another tattoo?" "Yeah. Don't you love it? It's a dragon," Jenny replied with a smile, flexing her right arm and turning to show it off to everyone. Mrs. Parker was not amused, "Jenny Parker, your body is a temple." Jenny chuckled and said, "Well, I guess it's a dragon temple now. Maybe I should take up martial arts." Mister Parker, John, and I stifled a laugh as Mrs. Parker said, "God does not want you desecrating your body like this." Jenny looked at her mother with a self-satisfied look. She knew her mother would disapprove and it seemed that she enjoyed the conflict. She leaned forward looking at her mother and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Mother, if I go to hell, it's not going to be because of this tattoo." Before Mrs. Parker could respond, Mister Parker said loudly, "Dear Lord, thank you for bringing John and Jenny to us safely for another Christmas." Everyone bowed their head for the before-meal prayer. I bit my lip to not laugh out loud at the situation. "Thank you for Robin being here with us; we pray that she can overlook our flaws. So, in that spirit, we pray that you bless us and these, thy gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord. Amen." As an only child to a single-mother, this family was completely different than anything I had experienced before. I liked it. My mother and I were dysfunctional with each other, but with a four-person family there were so many different ways to be dysfunctional. The meal was delicious and I tried to keep my sexual desires in check. I was not used to being so restrained. I am a fiery redhead and I usually got what I wanted. I was not used to delayed gratification. I felt like something inside me was going to be injured if I didn't get fucked soon. After supper, as usual, we all sat around and watched television. I sat on the couch and held John's hand. Jenny also sat on the couch, on the other side of John. I could see how nervous this made him. He didn't want to do the wrong thing. This wasn't like a sex club, this was his sister. He didn't know how to act. Either way, it was in front of his parents, so he wisely didn't do anything. I did notice that she sat close to him, her shoulder rubbing his, and when something funny happened on whatever television show we were watching she would touch his knee, ostensibly to draw his attention to it. It was subtle but I was good with reading that sort of thing. She was flirting with her brother in front of their parents and me. I wasn't insulted, I was aroused. Before the news started, Jenny announced that she was beat from the trip and she was going to bed. John and I watched her leave, a swirl of her skirt from this low angle flashing a glimpse of her pink thong. Out the corner of my eye I made sure neither of the Parker's noticed. Halfway through the news I told John, "I'd better get to bed too. I don't want to disturb Jenny by following too far behind her." Mrs. Parker piped up, "That's very considerate of you, dear." I hugged John goodnight, whispering in his ear, "Everything's fine. Don't worry." I then gave him a smile and quick kiss. He took a deep breath and nodded. I bid the Parkers goodnight and headed off to see what had become of Jenny. My pussy itched something fierce but I didn't know when it might get any sort of satisfaction. With Jenny in the room, I couldn't very well whip out my dildo and try to relieve myself, as temporary as such relief might be. The bathroom was clear so I got ready for bed; showering, shaving, and such. Once I had finished I headed to the bedroom, thankful that Jenny hadn't locked the door. I let myself in. Jenny had the bedroom light on and was just finishing emptying her luggage into the closet. I worried that she might notice that her jewelry cabinet had been disturbed. She saw me come in and she said, "Come in, I'm almost done." She was still dressed. "Thanks for sharing your room with me Jenny, I really appreciate it," I told her. She chuckled, "It would be a lot better for you if you were in John's room, wouldn't it?" I didn't know quite how to take that. Was she being sincere? She didn't seem upset so I took it at face value. I replied, "Of course, but this will give you and me a chance to get acquainted." Jenny turned off the closet light, walked into the bedroom, smiled at me, and said, "I like the sound of that." Even though she said it so innocently I thought I detected a trace of mischief. I was having a hard time reading her. I ducked into the closet, turned on the light, and pulled a teddy out of my negligee stash. I usually sleep in the nude but I was somewhat prepared for other contingencies. Glancing around, I saw that the cabinet was undisturbed so I relaxed a bit. When I turned off the closet light and emerged back into the bedroom, teddy in hand, Jenny was standing at the foot of the bed. She looked at me as she said, "I am so tired. I just can't wait to crash." I stopped and watched her as she pulled her ponytail out and shook her full head of wavy black hair around her face and over her shoulders. Had she been waiting for me to watch her do that? I wondered because, wow, she was so hot. Then she took her glasses off and I thought I was going to cream right there. The naughty librarian had turned into a sex goddess before my eyes. Jenny smiled at me for a second. Then she reached down and began to pull her top off saying, "I usually sleep in the nude. I hope that's okay." My words caught in my throat as her camisole hit the bed. Her breasts were about a C cup but were perfectly formed, with small perfect pink nipples adorning each one. The nipples were hard, betraying her excitement at her exhibitionism, and they were pierced, each one sporting a little steel barbell. The urge to lick and suck on those nipples at that moment was overwhelming, but I held back. It wasn't because of my love for John. Our relationship was completely open. I assumed that extended to his sister, especially considering everything I had discovered so far about their relationship. No, that wasn't what held me back. What held me back was that I didn't know how much of her behavior was an act and how much serious? Was she innocent, teasing me, testing me, or flirting with me? Why couldn't I tell? If I gave the wrong reaction it could affect our relationship forever and I planned to be with John for a long time. She stopped and looked at me as I traced her tan lines with my eyes. They left her tits pale and formed two pale streaks up her chest. "Is it?" she asked. I caught myself and looked up into her eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light. "Is what?" Jenny smiled a mischievous smile at me. "Is it okay that I sleep in the nude, or would you prefer I put something on?" "Oh," I said with a wave of my hand, trying at act casual. "It's fine. It's your room. You do whatever you want." "Okay," Jenny said slowly, "I will." She pushed her skirt off, revealing her pink thong. Then, scooping up her camisole and skirt she walked around to the far side of the bed. She tossed them into a small chair, took off her thong, tossed it into the chair too, and climbed under the covers. "Well, goodnight." Jenny had taken off her thong slow enough to give me a nice flash of her pussy without giving up too long a look. She had a narrow line of black hair pointing at her slit; a runway. Her otherwise-shaved mound was pale, tan lines outlining the shape of her bikini which ran up high over her hips. Also, I caught a glimmer of silver in the cleft. Her clit hood was pierced and bore a silver ring. I had only thought I was bold and daring, but this girl had me beat. I felt like she was just toying with me and would have jumped me if she had really wanted to. The fact that I got that vibe from her led me to wonder why she hadn't done it. God knew I wouldn't resist. My pussy creamed at the thought. I locked the bedroom door, turned out the light, and undressed. I had planned to wear the teddy but if Jenny was going nude, I was too. I could be just as bold as she. I crawled into bed, more turned on and frustrated than the night before. I heard Jenny's heavy breathing. She was already asleep. I shut my eyes and tried to block out the vision of Jenny's naked body from my mind. I couldn't, of course. I tossed and turned. The clock on the bedside table read 11:00. At midnight I was laying on my right side, my back to Jenny, still awake, when I heard her whisper, "Robin, are you awake?" Her whisper was so soft that I knew she was not trying to wake me up but was just testing whether I was awake or asleep. Deciding to see what she was up to, I didn't say anything. I tried to breathe normally, despite my pulse quickening. Jenny's bed was a double, so there was only a foot or two between us. Jenny moved closer to me. I could feel the covers behind me rise up and her body heat against my back. She whispered my name again to be sure I was still asleep. I didn't stir. Then I felt her. Ever so slightly she pressed her body against mine. First her breasts pressed gently against my back, they were soft but for the hard nipples and the slightly less warm barbells. Then I felt her flat firm stomach against my ass. Finally I felt the front of her thighs against the backs of my own. My pussy was very wet and controlling my breathing was getting more difficult. I loved this and I smiled. I knew she couldn't see my face. Very gently and slowly Jenny's hand ran down my side. She started at my shoulder, moved to my waist, my hip, and then finally my thigh. I tried not to shudder with desire but I felt sure she could feel the goose bumps she elicited. Still pretending to be asleep, I moved my left arm out in front of me, so my upper arm did not block her access to my breasts. I didn't want her to stop. I loved the physical contact. My pussy-juice leaked onto my thighs. Jenny froze while I moved, waiting to be sure my breathing still meant I was asleep. Her hand glided up, gently and slowly, until, finally, after about a minute, it reached my tit. She cupped my left breast in her hand, gently feeling the weight of it. Her fingers felt wonderful on my skin. She had a gentle touch and an instinct that told me I was not her first woman. My nipples were so hard they ached and the way she was progressing, she would find that out soon. Sure enough, when I didn't give any sign of waking, she ventured her finger and thumb forward. She gently captured my hard nipple and rolled it between her fingers. I moaned. Jenny froze. I wanted her to go farther before I pretended to wake up. I resumed breathing normally, though it was difficult. I silently willed her to keep going. When Jenny hesitated longer than she had previously I knew she was debating whether or not she had gone too far. She didn't know me well enough to judge my reaction if I were to actually wake up. At least, that's what I was reading from her hesitation. Knowing I had read her right, when she started to pull her body away from mine and her hand off my breast, I used my free hand, the one closest to the bed, to reach up and cup the top of her hand. She wasn't as bold as I was after all. She froze and I whispered to her louder than she had whispered to me, "Don't go." It was a plea, not a command. She froze again. I pushed my body back against hers and turned my head up enough to see her face. She looked scared to death, like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Did she really want me? Or was she just teasing me? I waited for another second and she didn't move. I whispered, "Please don't tease me, Jenny." Jenny's brows furrowed in confusion and she whispered, "I didn't think you wanted me." She didn't move away but she didn't continue caressing me either. "Though you've been teasing me all night," she added. "What?" I asked as I rolled over to face her but still staying very close to her and not letting her remove her hand from my breast. I was not angry, but curious. "How have I been teasing you? You kissed me and called me gorgeous. You undressed in front of me and then went to bed. You turn me on while I'm asleep but pull back if I wake. You're the one who's been teasing me. How have I been teasing you?" "Robin," Jenny whispered, her eyes wide in surprise, "you've undressed me with your eyes ever since I walked through the door. You stared at me when I got here and all through supper. While that might have normally creeped me out, the way you did it really turned me on. You are so pretty. But then, after telling me you want us to get acquainted, I undress right in front of you and you don't do anything. Now, that's a tease." "Wow," I whispered. I grinned, "I never thought of it like that. I tried not to stare. I didn't want to creep you out. It's just that you are so beautiful and confident-" She kissed me. Her lips were soft but her kiss was firm, driving me onto my back against the pillow. I opened my mouth and moaned into hers as she pressed her tongue deep. I sucked on her tongue, my pussy leaking my juices onto my inner thighs as Jenny moaned in return. I wrapped my arms around her as she rolled her upper body on top of mine, felling the soft skin of her back with my fingers. She cupped both of my breasts in her hands, firmly rolling my nipples with her fingers sending tendrils of pleasure through my body. I let Jenny explore my mouth with her tongue. I was hers to do with as she pleased. Still pleasuring my nipples with her fingers, Jenny broke the kiss and looked at me. Her breath was coming fast, warm on my neck, as she looked into my eyes. What was she looking for? She said, "You are so fucking hot." I smiled as she bent her head to my neck. She gave me goose bumps as she gently licked my neck, sending chills down my body that rested somewhere between my thighs. She ventured down to my ears, sucking for a moment at one earlobe and then probing her tongue into my ear. The chills were overwhelming my senses and all I could do was moan, "Oh, Jenny." Jenny looked at me again and then slowly dropped her face into the valley between my breasts. She stopped rolling my nipples as she licked at the tender skin between my tits sending pleasure through me that made me want her to lick my nipples terribly. I put my hands on her head to guide her but she would have none of that as she took my wrists in her hands and pressed them back to the bed. I smiled at her and I saw nothing but lust in her eyes. She dropped her head to my left breast and, flatting her tongue, lapped tenderly at the hard bud. Pleasure coursed through me. My nipples not as sensitive as some women's but Jenny knew what she was doing. I loved it. Jenny sucked the nipple between her lips; the pleasure intensified. She pulled up and rolled the tip of her tongue around the areole, grazing the nipple slightly. Then she returned to lapping at the nipple itself. The variety increased the pleasure. I whispered, "That feels so good." Jenny did the same thing to my right breast, lapping and sucking at the hard nipple. She alternated between each one, dragging her tongue down through the valley on each trip. I did not rush her; I loved feeling her soft tongue and lips on my body. Her hands still pressing my wrists into the bed told me that she expected nothing of me but to enjoy it. I called her name softly, "Jenny," as I laid back and enjoyed the attention. I had missed this sort of touching. I didn't have to wait until I reached Florida after all. Jenny released my wrists, kicked the covers off the bed, and trailed her tongue down my stomach. A chill went through me, both at the feel of her tongue and at the anticipation of where her tongue was heading. The cool breeze of the covers being whisked off of me swirled around my pussy, cooling but not drying my pussy juices. My whole crotch was covered with moisture. I involuntarily dropped and straightened my left leg and bent my right leg, angling my pussy toward Jenny. I needed release so bad I could taste it and I couldn't wait for her to taste it too. Jenny swirled her tongue around my belly button for a moment. Then she crawled over my left leg, lying between my spread thighs. She blew on my pussy sending a chill all through my body and making me moan, "Oh, Jenny, please." "Please what?" Jenny asked; her breath hot on my pussy. I looked down my body at her. Her face was between my thighs only inches from my tender pussy. She was beautiful. I pleaded with her, "Please, Jenny. Please eat my pussy." She got a twinkle in her eye and said, "Well, since you asked so nicely." There was rap on the door. We both froze. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I held my breath, not knowing what to do. Was it John? Was it his parents? Had they heard us? After a couple seconds Mrs. Parker's voice filtered through the door saying, "Are you girls still up?" I tensed but Jenny picked her head up from between my thighs and said loudly, "We're fine, Mother. You can go on to bed. Robin and I are just getting acquainted." Mrs. Parker replied through the door, "Oh, well that's nice. You two go ahead. Breakfast isn't until eight-thirty. Goodnight." We both said in unison, "Goodnight." Then we looked at each other and giggled like schoolgirls. I felt so much closer to her than the few hours that we had really known each other. Jenny looked at me for a second, cocked her head to the side, and then playfully said, "Now where were we?" I smiled and said, "I hope you were about to eat my pussy." "Oh yeah, I was actually," she said with a nod and a smile. Then she dropped her pretty face between my thighs. She licked her tongue up my wet slit until she found my clit. She licked round and round the hard little bud. Her breath stirred the little tuft of orange pubic hair above my clit. Jenny's tongue felt like a wet slithering worm between my thighs, exploring my pussy until it found my clit and began to send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned in pleasure, trying to keep it down. I whispered, "Oh my god." Pleasure flooded my senses as Jenny kissed my pussy with the same passion she had kissed my mouth. She fenced with my little clit as if it were a tongue. The sexy wet slippery feel of her lips and tongue, as well as her hot breath on my pussy, pushed me over the edge. "I'm coming," I squealed with surprise, knowing somewhere in the back of my mind that it was a little too loud. My sense of caring had vanished and all that remained was the feeling of Jenny's mouth on my pussy. I had never come so quickly. Jenny continued to eat my pussy as I came, swirling her tongue around my clit. I gasped and regained enough sense for a second, to grab the pillow and scream into it. The release of my orgasm was overwhelming. It was only a clitoral orgasm, my least powerful, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wrapped my legs around Jenny's head as I came, trapping her against my pussy. Instead of using her hands to spread my thighs back out like someone else might, she used them to roll my nipples as she continued to eat me. My orgasm didn't die out quickly but continued for a full minute before eventually abating. Pushing the pillow aside I cooed, "That was wonderful." I spread my legs, releasing her head. Jenny put her hands on the back of my thighs and pushed forward, tipping my ass off the bed. She licked her way down from my clit, spreading my pussy lips apart with her slippery seeking tongue, and speared it a good three inches into my aching cunt. "Whoa," I gasped. I could feel her tongue against the walls of my pussy. It felt like a small wet slippery little cock. I needed that so badly. I hooked my hands behind my knees to hold my legs up for her. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 02 From the author: This, like Part I, is a sequel to the Double Trouble story. It is not a requirement to be familiar with that story in order to simply enjoy this one for what it is. However, this may shed more light on some of the other character's motivations. I would suggest reading Part I before reading this, though, as some of the references may not be clear otherwise. The incest/taboo categorization for Part II has to do with a mother/daughter relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it. ***** Back Home for the Holidays A Double Trouble Adventure Part II : Miami The Fort Lauderdale airport was packed. There were people everywhere, coming and going, trying to get home after Christmas. It had me feeling a little claustrophobic. I was already anxious about John meeting my mother and the hustle and bustle of getting through the airport only intensified it. Following John through the crowd, we finally made it out to the street. It was nice to breathe the air, though hot and humid, despite it being the last week of the year, at least it was fresh. I don't mind the press of bodies, heat, and wetness if it were in the context of an orgy; but this was just unsettling. Thankfully, my thin green blouse and short green skirt helped a lot with the temperature. How John managed in his plaid shirt and jeans was beyond me. I had learned my lesson in Louisiana. I still had not told John everything he really needed to know about my mother. By not sitting him down I had, by default, decided to let him experience her on his own. This made my anxiety ten times worse and I could feel myself about to snap. I concentrated on holding it together. We found that we had emerged in the bus pickup area, so we made our way to the normal pickup area. I didn't recognize the car, but when the sun struck a mass of orange hair as a woman got out of a new Toyota Prius, there was no mistaking that it was my mother. Few women have hair like ours. "Robin!" she called to me. Exhausted from the trip, my mother's enthusiasm made me feel even more tired, but I smiled at her despite my fatigue. My mother is a bit taller than me and her tits are a little smaller than mine, but other than that we could have been twins. I noticed that the Florida sun had intensified her freckles as she came towards me. She wore nothing but sandals and a leopard-print bikini, her pale skin glowing in the waning afternoon sunlight. I also noticed a man getting out of the passenger side of the Prius just as my mother blocked my view of him. Was this her boyfriend of the week or was he more permanent than that? I also realized that things could get a bit more complicated faster than I had anticipated. It made me doubly regretful that I had not already told John about my mother. She came up to me as I dropped my bags at my feet. Without a word, and with tears in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me for a long time. "Hi Mom," I said softly. She pulled back and looked me in the face. She had that disapproving look that she got whenever I called her 'Mom'. "What the fuck happened to 'Kate'?" I smiled at that. My mother got pregnant with me when she was fourteen, so, after Dad left, she decided that she didn't like me to call her 'Mom'. I said, "Sorry. Hi Kate." She kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss. Then she kissed me again, this time softer and longer. Aware of where I was and knowing how it looked I wanted to pull away, but I also enjoyed the kiss. Kate and I have always had our differences. We've always fought, but we've also always been close. You only really fight with someone you are close to. She pulled back and looked at me. Then she kissed me again. This time I opened my mouth to her and let her press her tongue inside. Her hands roamed down my back and to my firm ass. She gave it a squeeze. I moaned up into her mouth. I loved Kate. We hadn't seen each other in over a year and we only talked on the phone every other week, but I knew this woman. I thought I knew her better than anyone else in this world. Returning the caress to her back, I could feel her bare skin, smooth and soft, under my hands. "Wow," I heard John whisper to himself beside me. Breaking the kiss, I looked at her. She was smiling at me though tears still welling in her eyes. She breathed, "I've missed you so fucking much." We often fought over the phone about my moving back to Boston, or now to Miami, to be closer to her. "I've missed you too, Kate," I told her. It was true. When we were together there was a different sort of energy between us than when we were on the phone. We still fought, but we rarely left issues unresolved in person. "Felix will be happy to see you," she commented, almost in passing, as she turned to look at John. I smiled. Felix was the name my mother gave to the strap-on dildo she used to fuck me with when I turned eighteen. I had fond memories of Felix. Now, I knew we were freaking John out and my anxiety was still present over that issue. I knew there was no getting around it and he was going to find out everything about me on this trip, except, of course, my biggest secret which I had sworn my mother to confidentiality on threat of never speaking to her again. Beyond that, the chips would just have to fall where they might. I may be a control freak but I also knew the inevitable when I saw it. I also saw the way John was looking at Kate. While his mother was showing her age, mine was just as sexy as she had ever been. She looked just a little older than me, instead of the fifteen years it really was. He was trying not to look at her body but she was nearly naked in front of him and her pale svelte frame, as well as the earlier kiss that we had shared in front of him, were playing havoc with his mind. I saw the bulge in his jeans and knew he was losing his battle to control the swelling of his big cock. "Kate, this is my boyfriend, John. John, this is my mother, Kate." "Pleased to meet you Miss Nelson," he said as he put out his hand to shake hers. I cringed. Before I could say anything, Kate said, "It's Miss Kirkpatrick. That no-good-miserable-son-of-a-bitch-asshole who got me pregnant with my sweet little Robin is Nelson. My name is Kaitlyn Kirkpatrick. You call me Kate." My last name was still Nelson, which was another source of friction between us, but I didn't want to get into that right at that moment. I tried to intervene but, before I could, John replied, "Sorry. Nice to meet you, Kate." She still didn't shake his hand. Instead she looked back at me and asked, "So this is the John that you broke poor little Angela's heart over?" I was a little stunned at Kate's rudeness and anxious that maybe she would not hold her tongue regarding my big secret as she had promised to do. As for her comment about Angela, I reflexively snapped back, "I broke her heart? She hurt me!" Kate rolled her eyes and said, "You two have been like sisters ever since she moved in with us. She fucking loves you. How can you push her aside for this... man?" John looked just as shocked as I at this turn of events. Anger rose up in me like a rocket and I said, "Look Kate, Angela had been fucking me over for years, sabotaging my relationships. I finally caught her at it. John just happened to be there when it happened. She doesn't love me. She only wants a sidekick to party with." "Well what's wrong with that?" she asked vehemently. "And she does love you, even after the way you treated her. She's really sorry for what she did, but you won't forgive her. She misses you so much, Robin. How can you treat her like you don't even fucking know her?" "Because, she- Hey, how do you know how she feels?" I asked angrily. "Has she called you?" "We talk almost every day," she said defiantly. "She calls me a hell of a lot more than you do." "I'm pissed at Angela and you talk to her every other day? Thanks for the loyalty, Mom," I replied, raising my voice and putting a lot of emphasis on that last word. "Angela is like a daughter to me. You fucking know that! And don't call me 'Mom'!" she said, her voice even louder than mine. "I may not call you every fucking day to boohoo on your shoulder, but I'm your real daughter. You should be on my fucking side!" I shouted. "I know who the fuck you are," she screamed at me. "I'm the one that had you when I was fifteen. I love both of you girls and I hate to see you fighting over a stupid fucking man!" "We're not fighting, over John or anything else. She's out of my life! The fight was over months ago. Get over it!" I yelled at her. "Fine! But I'm not going to stop talking to her!" "Fine! I don't give a shit!" I shouted. Kate, breathing heavy and her skin red, looked at John and then asked me, her voice still raised, "So, are you at least going to share him?" "Well, of course," shouted without thinking about it. If I had thought it was an option I might have changed my mind. "I'm still me! I haven't fucking changed that much!" "Well, okay then!" she shouted and then fell silent for a moment. Then she looked at John, who looked was completely stunned and embarrassed by the outbursts, and asked in her normal voice, "So, are you any good?" "Ma'am?" he asked. I could see that John was completely stunned and the bulge in his pants had disappeared. He was looking around nervously like the police might show up and drag us all to the insane asylum at any moment. I didn't blame him. She asked him very slowly, as if he were mentally challenged, "Are you a good fuck?" I sighed. "Of course he is. He's the best I've ever had. I told you that!" Kate shrugged and said, "We'll see," as she turned toward the Prius. The man who had gotten out of the passenger side still stood beside the car. He was six-foot-nine and looked to be very muscular, filling out his business suit in all the right places. At Kate's insistence, he approached. John looked at me but didn't say anything. I could see the emotions across his face; concern, confusion, and little fear; fear of Kate, not the big man. I felt guilty for not preparing him to meet Kate. As for me, I had really worked hard over the last week, living with John's parents, to watch what I said and did. I felt so free to be out of there and on more familiar territory that I was a little out of control. Now, had it not been for that, I would have still said those things to Kate but I might have been able to wait until we got to her apartment instead of spreading our dirty laundry in the airport pickup area. Kate said, "This is Raul, my boyfriend du jour. He speaks very little English but he has a really big dick. Raul, this is my daughter; mi hija." "Su hija?" he asked her, his voice was not deep despite his size. Then he looked at me and, with a very thick accent, said, "You hot, like Kate!" "Gracias," I said with a smile, hoping that he didn't expect me to speak Spanish to him but trying to be polite. "Pleased to meet you, Raul. This is my boyfriend, John." "John," he repeated before shaking John's hand. Raul took our bags from us and put them in the rear of the Prius and we all piled in, John and I in the back seat while Raul took the passenger seat and Kate drove. I didn't begrudge Raul sitting in front since he would not have had enough room in the back seat, even though it was pretty roomy for me. Kate began talking about Miami and how bad the traffic was as she drove; every other word 'fuck'. She had been more reserved in Boston. Miami seemed to have lowered her inhibitions even more until, if she had any filters between her brain and her mouth, one would have needed a microscope to discover it. I shuddered to imagine what she would have said to John had I not run a little interference. My phone beeped. I looked at it. It was a text from John that read, *She hates me!* Talking to Kate about the sights and the heat, I replied to John's text with, *She loves Angela. You can win her over.* *'Share' me?* he replied. He was asking about the comment at the end. This was getting too much for a text message conversation but I didn't want to discuss it out loud and I knew that if I waited until we were alone it might be a little late. I replied, *Problem with that?* I heard him sigh next to me and then the reply came, *She's hot but she's crazy!* Barking a laugh, I tried to disguise it was a fake cough as I continued to discuss Florida with Kate and how much she loved to be able to wear a bikini in winter. I sent my reply to John, *She's just very passionate, like me.* "Are you two texting?" Kate asked rhetorically. "For me, I can't stand that fucking shit. I much prefer face-to-face conversations, or at least to be able to hear the other person's fucking voice." "Sorry," I said. "No, Robin, you do whatever you fucking want when you're with me. I'm not laying down any fucking rules. I was just making conversation," Kate told me. My mother was a very 'free spirit' as she would have described herself. She didn't believe in rules. That's how she raised me, though I knew she wasn't completely happy with the result. I did believe in some rules and etiquette. I had low inhibitions but nowhere near as low as Kate's. "Okay," I replied, trying to end the conversation. John already thought she hated him and this conversation wasn't helping matters. I knew why she didn't like that I called John my boyfriend and I was hopeful that I could bring her around. I just needed to sit her down and talk to her. Everyone fell silent for a few moments as Kate drove through Miami. Denver, where I live, is a big city but it is spread out over many square miles like many small towns all tied together. Miami, on the other hand is dense, with many tall buildings in a relatively small area. As Kate drove through Miami and crossed to South Beach I was in awe. There was water everywhere. There were marinas packed with boats, white sandy beaches dotted with people, and rocky piers with people fishing off of them. But for the occasional Santa Clause still decorating one or two of the tiny yards of the small houses lining the streets there was no sign that it was winter. Though the sun was starting to set it was still relatively warm. "Here we are," Kate announced. I glanced around. We were driving down a road with cars parked on either side. They lined the road, nearly turning the drivable portion into a one-way. The houses that these cars were parked in front of were tiny one or two story homes. Their very small yards were all individually fenced with hurricane fencing. Was she talking about one of these? Did she live in one of these little shacks? No! Kate was gesturing in front of us. Out the windshield, a couple blocks in front of us at the end of the street, stood a huge building. It was all glass and steel and curves. It consisted of three oval towers that rose up over thirty stories into the sky. "You don't live there," I said flatly. Kate flashed me a grin over her shoulder. "How?" I asked. Kate thought for a moment and replied, "Generous gifts; invested wisely; and a buyer's market." "Holy shit," I breathed. "This is a far cry from that tenement in Boston that I grew up in." "Fuckin' A," Kate replied as she pulled into the parking garage. *** The lobby of the Flamingo South Beach was huge with beautiful marble floors and great crystal chandeliers. The walls were all dark stained woods when it wasn't metal and glass. We looked around, suitably impressed, with Kate leading the way and Raul trailing behind with most of our luggage, John and I only keeping our duffle bags. Kate's condo was on the ninth floor of the south tower, so we travelled down a corridor off to the right and took an elevator up. The elevator ride was tense and nobody said anything for the first five floors, then Kate spun around and looked John up and down. Then she said, "John, I believe I was rude to you earlier. I'd like to apologize. You see, I love my little Robin and I want the very best for her. She believes that's you. At this point I have no fucking idea if you are good enough for her. Still, that's no excuse for being so rude." John was taken aback. Kate was more unpredictable than I was and she really had him completely off balance. It took a moment but he collected his thoughts and said, "Ma'am, I love Robin. All I want is to make her as happy as she makes me." Kate smiled at him for the first time. She said, "That is a good attitude to have. Welcome!" She opened her arms for a hug. John leaned down and hugged her, his hands on her bare back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her hips against his. Then she pulled her head back and kissed him. I was shocked but I knew I shouldn't have been. I watched John resist at first, his mouth closed, and then he relaxed, opening his mouth and kissing Kate in front of me. He had kissed a lot of women in front of me and I had never really felt jealousy until that moment. I've always told John that I hate negatives emotions and not to be jealous of anything I do. The secret is to know your own power and your own worth. So, what had changed? I couldn't think straight. I felt the urge to get in there and physically separate them. I managed to resist it until the bell dinged to indicate that we had reached the ninth floor. Kate broke the kiss, looked at me, smiled, and said, "He is a great kisser." I was still too caught up with my own emotions to respond. I looked at John and he looked a little glassy-eyed from the kiss and, looking down, I could see that his cock was about to burst out of his jeans. The unfamiliar feelings of jealousy swirled in my head. "This way," Kate said as she left the elevator and walked down the hall. We both watched her, her pale body almost completely exposed in her bikini. Her ass swayed back and forth sexily as she walked away. John watched her go, entranced by her ass. He didn't even glance at me before he started following her, walking down the hall to her apartment. He didn't even try to disguise the bulge in his pants. I scolded myself for being jealous. I hated that emotion. I took a deep breath and followed behind. Kate's condo was at the end of the hall. The main entryway to the condo was barred by two large doors, one of which was locked closed into place. It could be opened from the inside to allow large furniture to be moved in. Kate put her keycard in the slot beside her door and I heard it click unlocked, just like in a hotel. She quickly opened the door inward and led us inside. The foyer was a beautiful little area with a small oak table that held a statue and two vases containing a dozen red roses in each. As we passed by them I glanced at the cards and noticed they were signed by different gentlemen. I couldn't make out the names but I knew neither was 'Raul'. It was a beautiful condo, with hardwood floors throughout and the walls painted various colors in the bedrooms. The walls were white in the main areas. Kate had laid down a dozen throw rugs all over the condo and all of her furniture was immaculate. Kate gave us a quick tour. The foyer formed a T with the main hall. Down the left hallway were two big bedrooms, each with a private bathroom and beautiful views. One of the bedrooms was actually a bit bigger than the other and contained two walk-in closets. Kate indicated that is where she slept and the other room was just a 'fun' bedroom. Neither room had a door off the main hall, but instead had a beautiful curtain at the entryway. The bathrooms and closets inside the rooms did have doors. I watched John hang on her every word as she showed us her condo. I tried not to be jealous. I didn't know what was wrong with me. At the sex clubs he had been attracted to lots of different women and I had never been jealous in the least. What was wrong with me? Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 02 In the center of the condo, across from the foyer was a door leading to the guest bathroom and a curtain leading to the guest bedroom. Kate indicated that this was where we would sleep and so we threw our duffle bags onto the double bed. Raul had already left our luggage on the floor beside the bed. At the back of the room, like Kate's main bedroom, was a huge window, beyond which I could see the beach several blocks away and the ocean beyond. Down the right hallway from the foyer was a kitchen with a bar on the right. Raul was in there washing his hands. He had vegetables lying about that he was about to start cutting. She had him cooking for her. After the opening to the kitchen, the short hallway ended at a large open area that formed a combination living room to the left and dining room to the right. The dining room held a dark wooden table with four chairs and the living room contained a television, lamps, and a huge wrap-around couch. The sofa was white and soft. It bent back on itself through two ninety degree curves making it a cozy horseshoe arrangement that I found very inviting. A wrap-around balcony lined that whole corner of the condo, accessed via sliding glass doors to the far left in the living room and the far right in the dining room. There were huge windows between those doors. All of which gave a grand view of the beach and ocean that took my breath away. "Oh my god, the view is awesome," I said. I also noticed that this was definitely a house that was perfect for sex parties. Sharp-edge furniture, uncomfortable couches, and breakables do not go well with a roomful of horny guys and this was the antithesis of that. The fact that she kept it so clean was a small miracle, I joked to myself. "You like it?" Kate asked casually. I grew up relatively poor, so for Kate to have such a great place was a shock. "Yeah! How can you afford this? 'Generous gifts'? I should say so." "Well, it would have been over a million dollars before the recession but I got it for half that," she told me."I have many gentlemen friends that give me gifts," she said as she took off her bikini top and tossed it on the couch. Her pink nipples were hard as they pointed at me from across the room. I gasped in surprise. I had almost forgotten how uninhibited my mother really was. I glanced at John. Sure enough, he was staring at Kate's tits. Of course, who wouldn't have been? They weren't quite as big as mine but were perfectly formed pale cones with hard little pink nipples that begged to be sucked. Her uninhibited ways were having a pronounced effect on my boyfriend. He had only thought that I was uninhibited. My jealously rose inside me again but I held it down. I said, "I call you every few weeks and you never once mentioned that you were moving to a half-million dollar condo. I would have remembered that, Kate." I suppressing the urge to call her 'Mom' and get her upset again. "Well now you know," she said as she opened the sliding door and let in the cool salty sea air. Kate had only been in Miami for a year and she was used to the cold up in Boston, so she was able to wear a bikini, or nothing, in temperatures that would have had native Floridians running for a jacket. "So when you say 'gentlemen friends that give you gifts', you're talking about cash gifts, yes?" I asked mischievously. I suppose I was trying to make her look bad in John's eyes. She nodded quickly. "Do you pick these guys up at bars or on the street? Do they leave you cash every time? Do they have a time limit?" I asked with a grin, pretending that I was just joking around. "Robin Nelson, what are you implying?" Kate said, in a playful tone, assuming I was just engaging in some innocent teasing. "Because if that's not the pot calling-" Panicked that my little joke might backfire in my face if I let her finish that sentence, I quickly cut her off, saying, "Nothing; just that this place is really nice!" "Thanks sweetheart," she told me. "Incidentally, the way your boyfriend is staring at my body is making my nipples really hard." "Sorry," John said as he turned his head and studied a painting on the wall. "Oh, don't be sorry. I like it," she told him with a laugh as she cupped her own tits and slowly rolled the nipples between her fingers. She stood up and headed for the bedroom telling me, "Well, I guess I had better go put something on before the poor boy explodes in his jeans." I was so jealousy I could barely see straight. I managed to push it down and tried to attribute my foul mood to the plane ride. I couldn't even manage a reply to Kate as she slipped down the hall. Kate called back to us from her bedroom, "You two get settled and dinner will be ready in about half an hour." I followed John into the guest room. He sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted his watch to the new time zone as he asked, "Where's the door?" "Kate doesn't believe in privacy. Be thankfully the bathrooms have actual doors," I chuckled as I pulled several panties from my luggage and stuffed them into a drawer, trying to let the jealousy flow out of me before I said or did something I would regret. "No privacy?" he asked, skeptically as he unzipped his own luggage. "She says that privacy leads to secrets and secrets are destructive. If everyone is open and honest, there's no need for privacy," I explained. I didn't know if I actually agreed with that or not, I mused. I also realized that it was a completely hypocritical of Kate to ignore the fact that Angela was so secretive and dishonest to me. I sighed and said, "That's how I was raised." "Wow, you were raised different than me," he said. I said, "If you meant to say, 'wow, you were reared differently than I', then yes." I never corrected John's grammar. The jealously was still there and I couldn't help myself from being angry at him for finding Kate so attractive. I was losing control. He looked at me as if I had slapped him. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. "Nothing," I said, "just finish unpacking." Intellectually I knew that John wasn't going to leave me and move to Florida to be with an older version of me. Well, at least the odds were pretty low, but I couldn't help my feelings; feelings that I hated. Feelings which I had been preaching to John were so bad and destructive. Jealously was the worst and there I was eaten up with it for no good reason. I was more angry at myself for feeling jealous than at anything John had actually done, but I couldn't see that at the time. "Babe, I-" John began but he stopped when he saw Kate standing in the doorway. She had put her bikini top back on and wore a shear sarong over it. The sheer material didn't actually hide her body from view. If anything, it made her look even sexier. "Supper will be ready in about fifteen minutes. It smells so good," she informed us with a smile. "We'll be ready," John replied quickly, again looking Kate up and down, devouring her with his eyes. "It's Fajita's. That's all Raul knows how to prepare. I hope that's okay," Kate said, giving John a big smile. "That'll be great," John said. "It's Robin's favorite." "I know," she said. John laughed and said, "Of course you do." Kate laughed as well and then was gone. I could barely contain myself and I couldn't help but mutter, "Put your eyes back in their sockets. She's gone." He looked at me strangely. Then he asked, "Are you jealous?" "Hardly," I told him. "You're embarrassing yourself." "Oh? Yeah! Sorry about that! She's just so fucking hot, you know?" he replied, not in the least bit insulted by my comment like I had intended. I nodded as I finished putting my clothes away. I tried to get a hold of my jealousy and keep my mouth shut. I realized at the time how unlike me it was to behave that way but I couldn't help it. John went to the bathroom while I changed into my own bikini. It was a green number, with thin spaghetti strings holding the little triangles over my tits, which were only big enough to cover the underside of my breasts and my nipples. The bikini bottom hung so low on my hips that if instead of shaving my pubic hair to a small triangle above my slit I had let it grow it would have peeked over the top a good inch or two. Maybe John might give me a glance in this, I thought to myself. We all gathered around the dining room table. Sure enough, everyone looked me up and down with appreciation in their eyes. I was the center of attention for a moment and I felt the old me returning. I suddenly realized, startling myself, how shallow and immature I was behaving. I had always considered myself more enlightened than most but at that moment I was definitely at my worst. We all sat and ate together; Kate to my right, Raul to my left, and John across from me. The conversation was light but there was a sexual tension underneath it all, at least from my perspective. I watched how John and Kate spoke to each other, flirting with glances and little touches, as they ate. He rarely looked at me. Raul, on the other hand, molested me with his eyes as we ate. He spoke very little English but I flirted shamelessly with him. I know John noticed because I saw him glance my way when I laughed a little too loud at something Raul said, but he didn't give any indication that he cared. I had to admit that the food was delicious. I'm a sucker for any sort of Mexican food and this was among the best I had ever tasted. Raul knew how to cook. At one point John excused himself, heading for the bathroom. "So, that's John, huh?" Kate asked me, softly enough that it wouldn't carry to John in the bathroom. "He may know how to fuck, but, Robin, seriously, why call him your boyfriend and move in with him?" So, there it was. Her flirting with him didn't mean she really liked him. "I love him," I replied, a little shocked that she was bringing this up at the dinner table. Of course, I didn't know when I'd get a chance to talk to her next without John within earshot, so maybe that was as good a time as any. "Honey, how many times have I told you? Men know nothing about love. The only love you can count on is family or from a close girlfriend, like Angela, but not a man," she said. "You don't understand." She pressed, speaking quickly. "Oh, I do understand. I understand more than you do. Men don't feel love like you and I do. To them love is about having you as their woman, possessing you. You are a prize to be won and once they have you they eventually grow tired of you and look for some other diversion." "John's not like that!" Without missing a beat she said, "Men can't help it. It's in their genes. He may act all civil on the outside but inside he's full of jealousy and resentment. Jealousy at every man you sleep with or have slept with and resentment at you for doing it. Eventually he won't be able to take it anymore and he'll leave. But, Robin, when that happens it won't be his fault, it will be yours." "Mine?" I asked, despite the fact I wanted her to just shut up. "Yes. Your fault for believing he's something that he's not. He's a man and as a man he's competitive, jealous, and possessive," she hissed vehemently. "John is too self-assured to be jealous," I explained. I knew John would have been back already if he had just needed to piss, so I figured he was going to be in there a while. As for Raul, he was eating and didn't seem to have any idea what we were talking about, or care. Kate chuckled and said, "Oh please! All men have their insecurities; all men are competitive; and all men are envious of anything someone else has that they don't. That includes you." "John isn't jealous of other men. We go to parties all the time. He knows I always come home with him. He has never once gotten mad at me or displayed any jealousy," I told her. It was important to me that she accepted John. My jealousy had been completely replaced by my need to justify my decisions to my mother. Kate shook her head and said, "Well, then either he doesn't give a shit about you or he hides his jealousy really well. Either way, you would be better off on your own. I don't want my only daughter to be some man's possession. You're better than that." Growing angry, I said, "Look, Kate, I spent a lot of time and effort finding the perfect man; one that would love me but also enjoy my lifestyle." "Bullshit. Angela told me all about your fucking tests. Most men would easily fall in love with you and most men would love your lifestyle. A man like that is not that hard to find. And every single one of them would be jealous and possessive. Eventually, John will show his true colors," she told me as she sat back up, hearing the toilet flush. "You're wrong," I said simply. "We'll see." We fell silent again as John emerged from the bathroom and sat back down at the dinner table. As we ate he resumed flirting with Kate, devouring her with his eyes. His desire for her was plain to see and my jealousy over it welled up inside of me again. After we had all finished eating Kate asked, "So, shall I have Raul make us some drinks? We can sit on the couch and chat some more." I panicked again. I knew where that would lead and my jealousy was way too out of control for me to let that happen. Before John could reply I said, "Kate, John and I are pretty tired from the trip. Maybe tomorrow? Right now we need to get some sleep." Not only was I jealous of Kate for turning John's head but I was also angry at her for telling me I was making a mistake by being with him. In my mind both of those feeling merged together into a ball of anger that settled into my stomach right next to the fajitas. I needed to clear my head. I could see the disappointment on John's face. That made me even more angry and jealous. I tried to ignore it. "Okay, goodnight sweetie," Kate told me as she poured herself a drink. "Goodnight," I said as I got up and walked into the bedroom. John was right behind me and once we were both in the room he asked, "What was that?" I couldn't look at him. I opened my suitcase and rummaged for what I needed. I asked, "Are you not tired? Did you want to stay up?" "I'm very tired, it's just that-" he began. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower," I interrupted him. I was upset, didn't want it to show, and I didn't want to hear anything else from him that might piss me off. I didn't want to take my anger at Kate out on John. Finally finding what I needed in the luggage, shampoo in one hand and robe in the other, I went in the bathroom beside the guest bedroom. In the bathroom, which was as beautiful as the rest of the condo, I stripped off my bikini, and took a hot shower. The water felt so good on my skin. I still felt dirty from the trip. I let the water wash my cares away. I pushed the jealous feelings and anger to the back of my mind, not wanting to deal with them yet, and relaxed. Time became lost as I showered and washed my hair. When I was done I reluctantly turned the water off, toweled off, and blow-dried my hair. It took a while for the blow-dryer to finally get my hair reasonably dry. In the end, it was still a little damp but I didn't feel like standing there for another ten minutes. I pulled on my green silk robe, grabbed my bikini and shampoo, and stepped out of the bathroom. The lights were off and I noticed that nobody was in the living room as I slipped back into the bedroom. I had been in the shower for almost an hour. John was asleep on the bed, dressed in his underwear. His phone played soft music beside him on the nightstand. I sighed. I had hoped to be fucked as we hadn't been able to get together since our romp in the forest with Jenny. I was feeling a bit unwanted and more than a little horny. I had relaxed quite a bit in the shower. I considered lying on the bed and taking matters into my own hands but decided against it, on principle if for no other reason. I shouldn't have to. There was no way I was going to wake John up, again on principle. He shouldn't have fallen asleep if he wanted me, I reasoned. Of course, he'd probably pretend I was Kate. The jealousy came back to the surface easily. I also considered finding my mother and asking her to get Felix out, but rejected that as well. I was still pissed at her. I wasn't sleepy, just horny, so I went to the dining room, opened the sliding door, and stepped out on the balcony. I figured the cool night air might be just what I needed to suppress the horniness and take the edge off, at least until morning. It was beautiful. The moon was waxing but more than half full as it rose above the ocean and reflected off the dappled water. The smell of the salty sea air was refreshing and the sixty-something-degree temperature felt invigorating. I walked down the balcony and around the corner outside the living room to get a better view when I noticed that Raul was sitting outside on a chair. He wore a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and socks. "Hi Raul," I said with a smile. He looked startled for an instant. When he realized it was me he smiled and said, "Air cool. Feel good." I nodded. "Yes it does," I said. "The moon is lovely tonight." "'Lovely'?" he asked. "What this word mean?" I smiled. "'Lovely' is like 'pretty' or 'beautiful'. Bonito?" He smiled at me and said, "Bonita!" "So, the moon is bonita?" "Si," he replied. Then he pointed at me and said, "Usted es muy bonita." I knew that 'muy' meant 'very'. I didn't know what 'usted' meant but he was pointing at me, so I took it as a personal complement. I smiled at him, "Gracias," I replied, exhausting my knowledge of Spanish. "De nada, chica," he said. Then he looked at me and slowly said, "He visto tu cuerpo en tu bikini. ¿Quieres ver mi cuerpo desnudo?" I should have stopped him right there and made him speak English, but I didn't. Of his last two sentences I caught the work bikini and I knew from the way he said it that he was asking me a question. So, though I was in way over my head, I surmised that he had complemented my bikini. Ignoring the question, I just smiled and said "Gracias". He smiled and got out of the chair. He stood there looking at me as he pulled at the snaps of his shirt and, once it was completely open, let it fall to the ground. He then tugged at the belt of his jeans, opened them, and let them fall to the floor around his ankles. I realized immediately that I had misunderstood whatever he had said to me but I was way too shocked, curious, and horny to stop him. I was speechless. I just stood there, gaping at him. He was all muscle. He had big brawny arms, a massive chest, a narrow waist, and thick legs. He wore no underwear so I had full view of his cock in the moonlight which was beginning to fill out to a good ten inches and as thick as my wrist. His entire body was light brown and he was completely hairless but for the hair on his head. Raul took his own dick in his fist and slowly pumped it to full hardness. He watched me the whole time, judging my reaction. I gave him none as I stood, staring at him. When his cock was fully hard he said, "¿Es lo suficientemente grande como para mí tener relaciones sexuales con usted?" Again, I knew in the back of my mind that I should make him speak English, but, confronted with such a fine man, naked, and with a big hard cock, I subconsciously decided not to. I recognized the word 'grande', so I figured he must have been bragging about how big his dick was. I nodded vigorously. I had seen bigger, but not in the last few weeks. It was impressive. Sure enough, I had misunderstood again, because Raul covered the distance between us in a heartbeat. He swept me into his arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. He had one hand on my upper back and the other on my ass. I reflexively opened my mouth to him. I could feel his hard throbbing cock press against my stomach. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. I was so horny. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 02 With my arms around him, Raul pulled his hand from off my back and tugged open my robe. It fell aside easily and I didn't resist. He ran his hand along my stomach and cupped one of my tits. His hands were big, strong, and rough. He broke the kiss and looked down at my naked body. I dropped my arms behind me and let my robe fall to the floor. "Eres sumamente bonita" he breathed. Taking that as a compliment I smiled and wrapped both of my hands around his hard cock. As I began stroking him I realized his cock was uncircumcised. I pushed the foreskin down, revealing the broad head, which flared out even wider than the shaft. The skin was soft and warm against my palms. I needed no foreplay and neither did he, so I said, "Shut up and fuck me." Raul smiled at me. He understood exactly what I had said to him. His cock grew even harder in my hands. He gently but powerfully gripped my waist and lifted me off the ground. With my hands still stroking his raging prick, he lifted me until my crotch was above the flaring head. I wrapped my legs around his waist and with my fingers I nestled the tip of the massive meat-stick against my wet yearning pussy. I pushed the foreskin down his shaft again and worked the head up and down the length of my pussy, spreading the juices of my already-wet cunt all around. Then, finally, I nestled the tip at the entrance to my fuck-hole and gave him a nod. Raul lowered me slowly, not wanting to hurt me. Though my cunt was dripping wet, it was still tough getting the big dick inside me. The massive girth of his prick stretched me painfully. "So fucking big," I groaned as I held onto his shoulders and guided my body down slowly onto his pole. He moaned into my ear as I worked my body up and down on his cock. I rose up a little and pressed down a lot on every stroke, trying to get his thick prick inside my tight hole. It was working, half an inch at a time. After a couple dozen strokes I felt the head of his dick against the bottom of my cunt, piercing me as deeply as possible. There was still an inch to go, but he would have to stretch me deeper if he wanted to fit it all in. "Tight," he moaned. He knew that word. "Big," I replied, not wanting to test my language skills by attempting any more Spanish, especially with my head swimming with such a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. I lifted my body up his and then back down over and over. After about a dozen more strokes the pain began to dissipate leaving only the pleasure of being completely filled by a massive prick. My eyes glazed over with lust as I worked my body up and down. Raul, his hands still gripping my waist, began to take over. He lifted me up and down on his cock faster and faster. His lust for me was overtaking him. Finally, I stopped trying to fuck him and let him have his way with me. The distraction of trying to fuck him was holding my approaching orgasm at bay, as was the painful initial stretching. Now, as I relaxed, the only thing distracting me was the brutal pounding the back of my cunt was taking. Raul used me like he owned me. He easily worked me up and down his shaft like I was a fuck doll or some sort of masturbation device. He was so strong that my one hundred and fifteen pounds was like nothing to him. "Yes, use me," I groaned as I let myself go. The pleasure of his massive prick hammering deep inside of me washed away all sense of place and time. I had no idea where I was. All I knew was that I wanted the pounding of my cunt to go on forever. Raul had stretched me deeply enough that his balls were slapping firmly against my ass, his entire prick hilted all the way inside of me on every single stroke. The slapping sounds of his hips against mine filled my ears and the smell of my fuck juices filled my nose. "Fuck me," I urged. Normally my orgasms come on much faster but the slow buildup to this one let me know it was going to be a big one. The pleasure swirling inside of me was absolute and I felt like I was being consumed by it. I let it happen. I didn't know where my orgasm was, but I didn't really care. The sweet stretching and rubbing of my pussy walls felt so fucking good, I could have stayed right there forever. Then, it all happened at once. Raul's cock expanded even more inside of my cunt and I knew he was past the point of being able to hold back any longer. He blasted his sweet cum inside of me, grunting in pleasure. The feeling of his warm seed deep inside of me finally pushed me over the edge and I came. Pure pleasure exploded in my brain as I lost all sense of time and space. The warm juices filling my cunt was the center of my world as my orgasm washed over me. I writhed uncontrollably in ecstasy, his cock locked firm, deep inside of my tight cunt. We both moaned and gasped, lost in our own separate pleasure, though we were physically as close as two people could be. My legs gripped his waist as his strong hands held my ass, both of us savoring the bliss. This went on for at least a minute; maybe three. Raul finally faltered and sat down on the balcony chair, his cock still hard and throbbing inside of me. I lay against him, enjoying the feel of his massive meaty spike slowly deflating inside my sated cunt. His warm cum mixed with my girl-cum and slowly leaked out of me making a mess of both of us. Neither of us much cared in that moment. *** I slept fitfully. John had not awakened when I finally made it to bed after taking a second shower to clean the sweat and cum off of me. I didn't bother him. Even though I had been the last to bed, I was the first to get up. At seven-thirty the next morning the whole condo was still asleep. I rejected waking John up. I threw on my other bikini, a white little number with a red, green, and yellow flower print on it. Each hip had a tie off and the top tied together behind my neck, under my hair. I slipped on my sandals, grabbed my purse and a towel, and headed for the beach, leaving a note on the dining room table to let everyone know where to find me. I had to get out of that place and clear my head. John never roused the entire night. I hadn't seen any sign of Kate since supper the previous evening. When the elevator let out on the ground floor I realized that I didn't know exactly how to get to the beach so I asked the concierge for directions. He said, "Take 14 east, right on Alton, and left on 11. Take 11 all the way to the beach. Would you like me to call a taxi?" "No," I told him, "That's okay. I'll walk." He looked surprised and asked, "Are you sure? It's nearly twenty blocks." It looked so much closer from the balcony on the ninth floor. I said, "In that case, yes, please." Ten minutes later and I was in a cab heading for the beach. I laid my towel down on the taxi seat before I sat down, though. The homes lining some of the roads in South Beach were beautiful. They were packed close together with the occasional multi-story hotel here and there. There were palm trees everywhere. It was beautiful. When we arrived at the beach I paid the taxi with my debit card and got out. The beach and the ocean beyond were just gorgeous. There were a few people on the beach, but none in swimwear as it was still a little cool. Some of the people on the beach were picking up trash that had washed ashore overnight or been left by the previous night's revelers. The street I was on was busy, with pedestrians and traffic galore, despite the early hour and it being a Sunday morning. Everyone but me was dressed against the cold. The wind was coming out of the west and was blocked by most of the buildings, so that wasn't too bad, but there was quite a nip in the air. Though I had lived in Denver for a long time, I had recently spent a whole week in Louisiana and was nearly naked, so the cold was getting to me a bit. I was surprised by how quickly I had begun to acclimatize to the warmer temperatures. Across the street I spotted a little sidewalk café half a block away called "News Café". I went inside to get warm and hopefully find a little breakfast. The place looked to be a combination newspaper stand and café. They had newspapers from every major city and even a few foreign ones. A sign informed me they were open twenty-four hours. I thought for a moment I had caught them just opening. They had many tables outside, intermixed with several tropical trees. A jazz song I didn't recognize was playing lightly. About half of the tables were occupied with tourists. They all looked at me as I approached. They were in long-sleeved shirts while I was showing all this skin. I slipped inside. The smell was a little sour but it was warm. The main room wasn't very large, with signed pictures of celebrities adorning the walls. There were a few tables inside but the room was dominated by the rectangular bar in the middle. I decided to sit at the bar, with my towel covering a stool, since it provided a better view of the beach and ocean out the large windows. The sun was a good bit above the horizon, casting its glow directly into the little room. I sat with my back to it to let it warm me. The room was warm enough but I was taking warmth wherever I could get it. I was really regretting my choice of wardrobe. There were several waiters and waitresses on the opposite side of the bar, chatting. The bartender, a cute guy in a clean white dress shirt, told me with an Australian accent, "I'm sorry, ma'am. We can't serve alcohol before eight." I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7:55. I chuckled. "I wasn't planning on it but if I were, I think I could wait the five minutes." He smiled and asked, "So, what can I get you, pretty lady?" "Hot chocolate? I'm cold," I told him. He smirked and said, "Dressed in that outfit, I don't doubt it. We had a cool night but the weather says it's going to be clear and warm today. You really should have a coat or something to cover up with. Carrie?" A cute blonde waitress dressed in a white shirt with her dirty-blond hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail approached us. She took out her pen and pad as she looked me up and down slowly with a sour expression on her face. "Yeah?" The bartender said, "Can you get this pretty thing some hot chocolate?" Carrie raised her eyebrows at that and looked at me skeptically. She didn't say anything as she jotted something down on her pad, and headed toward the kitchen. Her black slacks showed off her firm ass very well. "Thanks," I said, giving the bartender my best smile. He flashed me a smile and said, "Oh, don't mention it, sweet thing. If you need anything at all, just let me know. The name's Lucky." "Lucky?" I asked. His nametag read Lachlan. "Your nametag says lack-LAN," I said, guessing at the pronunciation. He laughed. "Well, it's pronounced LAHK-lan, like the lochs in Scotland. It's a pretty common name in Australia." "Is it? I've never heard it before. So, why 'Lucky'?" I asked. "Well, nobody knows how to pronounce it here in the States. Most pronounce it LOCK-lan. My mates started calling me LOCK-ie and that just changed over time to Lucky," he explained. I nodded. "That makes sense, I suppose." As a group of four men sat down at the bar Lachlan said, "Besides, my mates complain all the time that I'm so lucky to meet the most beautiful women in the world here on South Beach... like you." Before I could respond, other than smiling at the compliment, he turned and asked the men what they wanted. He proceeded to serve them beer. It was after eight o'clock. The men looked tired from partying the previous night. Though they ogled me, I ignored them. Carrie brought me hot chocolate and, despite me giving her a sweet smile and a "thanks", she said nothing and laid the bill down beside me on the bar. It was too bad because I thought she was pretty hot. It's always a shame when someone ruins their attractiveness by being rude. I noticed that the bill had a built-in fifteen percent gratuity to the overly-expensive hot chocolate. I would have to see about adjusting that or speaking to the manager, I told myself as I blew on the steaming cup. I sipped carefully. It was delicious. I have to give them that. It warmed my stomach and slowly I was beginning to feel normal again. I watched Lucky work behind the bar. I found him sexy, especially his accent, but I also started thinking about John. I thought back on everything he had done and I realized that he hadn't really done anything out of the ordinary. I missed him. As I slowly drained the cup the bar became more crowded. The din was pretty loud in short order. Thankfully, nobody bothered me. I decided that I was going to return to Kate's, apologize for my behavior, and maybe even fuck John on the couch while Kate watched. The thought of it instantly turned me on so I knew it was a good idea. I could just imagine the look on John's face. Then we would come back here and have lunch. Yep, that was a good plan. I paid the bill with the cash I had in my purse, waved goodbye to a disappointed but busy Lucky, and walked out of News Café. I hailed a cab and told him to take me to the Flamingo, South Tower. I was there within five minutes. The clock in the elevator told me it was past eight-thirty. I had been gone for over an hour. I assumed they would be up by then; probably having breakfast. I used the keycard Kate had given me to open the door to the condo and walked on in. I dropped my purse on the little table in the foyer and strode into the living room. The sights and sounds that greeted me were all too familiar, given my lifestyle. John, standing right in front of the couch, had his back to me. He was naked, his swimming trunks down around his ankles. Kate was sitting on the couch in front of him. I could see her body from between his legs. She was dressed in the same leopard print bikini she had worn the day before. I heard Kate hiss, "Yeah, that's it, give me that fucking cum." I could see her arm working vigorously from around John's left hip, presumably stroking his cock. I then heard John grunt in orgasm. At this point Kate leaned forward and all was silence for a moment. Jealously rose up in me. I tried to hold it down. I had seen this happen before; a woman blowing John; him coming her mouth. It happened all the time at home, albeit, never when I wasn't present. I had never been taken by surprise like that. I completely lost control of my emotions in that single moment. I asked incredulously, "What the fuck is going on here?" John craned his head around to look at me. He furrowed his brow and said, "Babe? We were just getting ready to go find you on the beach." He was a little flushed and out of breath. I was stunned that he would say this with Kate still sucking cum out of his cock. Jealousy and rage clouded my vision and I screamed, "You are so full of shit!" Kate poked her head from around John's left hip. She had a slight smile and traces of John's cream on her lips. John looked confused. He turned around, his cock still semi-hard from his orgasm. He asked, "What's the matter?" "'What's the matter?'" I yelled. "I return to find you coming into Kate's mouth and you ask me 'what's the matter?'" Kate said, "You did say you were going to share him and he is just a man, after all." "'Share him', sure, but not when I'm not even around," I said. My voice was easily five times louder than theirs, or at least that's the way it seemed to me. "Since when?" John challenged. "It's not fucking sharing if I'm not around, now is it?" I asked. "Sure it is," Kate said, getting to her feet. "No it isn't!" I screamed. John pulled his trunks up and asked, "Hey, you said you were sharing me. That's the same as when you tell me to go fuck one of our friends because you're on your period." "No it isn't. Besides, when I tell you that, you never do!" I told him loudly. "So you don't really mean it?" he asked. I was a little stymied on that one but the rage took over and I pressed on. "Sure I do but this is completely different. I'm not on my period. I'm fucking horny and you won't even look at me," I shouted. Kate chimed in and asked, "Horny? You fucked Raul last night and you're still horny?" "What?" John said. "You fucked Raul last night? You were the one that made us go to bed when I really wanted to stay up. I'm the one that was horny." "Well, why didn't you say something then?" I asked. "You didn't give me a chance to say anything. Hell, I thought at least we could fuck when we went to bed, but looks like you found Raul first," he said. I knew he wasn't comfortable fighting like this in front of Kate but his anger was overcoming him. I was losing a little steam. John had never stood up to me this long and I had never been on weaker ground. So, I got desperate and said something I really shouldn't have. I said, "I did come to bed, but you had fallen asleep. You know, if you had wanted to get laid last night you could have done any number of things. You could have said something. You could have joined me in the shower. You could have stayed up until I got out of the shower. But, no, you didn't. You went to sleep. You snooze, you lose!" I could see on his face that I had hurt him with that comment. He said calmly, which I hated, "Really? Is that how it is? You can fuck my sister. You can fuck Raul. You can fuck whoever you want but if I get one little blowjob, you explode?" "Because I wasn't there!" I insisted, my voice still raised but not nearly as loud. Still calm on the outside, though I could see he was very angry, John said, "I wasn't there when you fucked my sister. I wasn't there last night with Raul." "You were under the same roof!" I said. "I was asleep. How is that any different than you being a couple blocks away?" he pressed, raising his voice to a volume he has never used against me before. "It just is," I replied defiantly. It sounded stupid to me even as I said it. I wanted to say more, but I couldn't find the words. I had no idea how to explain the difference, to him or myself. "Look, the only rules we have it to be honest with each other and to never be jealous. I've been jealous over lots of things you've done but I've kept my mouth shut," John said, his tone starting calm but growing louder and more aggressive as he spoke. Kate interjected, "Told you so." I knew Kate was trying to make the point about men being jealous, but I was the one that was acting on that jealousy. I was the one that was flying off the handle. I was the one that was being possessive and trying to own John. He continued without acknowledging that Kate has said anything. He was too wrapped up in making his own point. He nearly shouted, "You're the one that hates negative emotions. So what the fuck do you call this?" That was like a splash of cold water to me. He was dead right on and I knew it. I was at a loss for words. I was so embarrassed. I had never had such strong feelings of jealously before in my entire life and I had no idea how to handle them. I only knew that I hurt inside. I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes. I couldn't face them. I had to get away. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. "Where the fuck are you going?" John shouted. I didn't look back as I pulled the door closed behind me and headed for the elevator. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened with the first press of the call button and I slipped inside. I hit the lobby button as I heard the door to the condo open. As the elevator doors closed I saw John. I couldn't tell what the expression was on his face in the brief moment I had before the doors closed completely because the tears made it too difficult to see. I cried in the elevator as it made its way to the ground floor. I felt so stupid. All I could think was how I had screwed everything up so royally in only one day. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 02 John was jealous. I had not known that. Well, at least not consciously. I thought I had found someone who could love me and share my lifestyle at the same time, but now I found out that he was jealous that whole time. I wasn't so upset at the revelation itself, though it was a little troubling that he had really never said anything about it. No, what really upset me was the realization that I must have hurt him so many times without even realizing it. All that was bad enough, but now here I was being jealous. I didn't understand the source of it but I knew that it was completely out of character for me. One time, at The Sophisticate's Club, I had watched John get blown by two girls at the same time while a third sat on his face, and I hadn't a single twinge of jealousy. On the contrary, I had felt proud of him. I knew he loved me and we would always come home together. He wasn't going to leave me for anyone. I knew how hot I was. True or not, I had that confidence. So, why was I jealous this time and not at any time before? When the elevator let out I walked through the lobby and out into the street. I flagged down a taxi and told him to take me to a secluded beach. I needed to get away and that was the only thing I could think to do. The driver appeared to be Cuban and I didn't think he really understood what I was asking, but I didn't really care since he took off driving immediately. That's all I really wanted him to do; just drive. I didn't care where I ended up at that moment. I needed to make sense of it all. It was a beautiful day, the sun bright and the sky clear. Happy people roamed about, most heading for the beach. Though I wiped the tears from my eyes, more followed. I had to figure this out. How could I face them again? I had to get away. I needed time to think. The cab driver headed east toward the beach and then turned left. With the ocean and the rising sun to my right, we travelled north quite a ways. I wondered for a moment where he was taking me and how much the cab ride would cost but I really didn't care. My phone rang in my purse. I knew from the ringtone that it was John calling. Tears filled my eyes as I realized that I was too embarrassed to talk to him. What was I going to say? 'It's okay for me to be crazy-jealous but don't you be jealous at all'? Besides, how could I explain my jealous feelings to him when I didn't understand them myself? Now, I knew that most women get jealous of other women trying to take their man but I was raised entirely differently than most. I was taught from a very early age that jealousy was bad. Jealousy was about wanted to hold on to people and that 'having' people was wrong. It was akin to slavery. It was wrong to want to enslave someone and it was equally wrong to willingly allow yourself to be enslaved. So, I had no frame of reference for these feelings. I didn't know where they came from and I didn't know what to do with them. I just needed some space. I needed room to breathe and think. I needed to figure out where these feelings were coming from before I went off and said something as hurtful as 'you snooze, you lose' to him again. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I had hurt John like that. He deserved a little time away from my craziness. "Are you okay?" the cabbie asked me with a thick Cuban accent. I said, "I'm fine." The cabbie took that as a 'mind your own business', just as I had intended. He didn't ask me anything else as he drove. I looked at him as best I could through the tears and studied his license picture. He was handsome in a rough and exotic sort of way. Well, living in Denver, he was exotic to me. If it had been just the day before, I would have taken him back to Kate's and fucked his brains out. I would have told John all about it or, better yet, invited him to join in. I would have thought either way was fine. I had no idea that it would probably have hurt John. Now, all I wanted was everything to be alright between us. What was wrong with me? I felt jealousy, embarrassment, shame, guilt, and anger. All emotions I hated and tried to stay as far away from as possible. Maybe, if I had such feelings more often I would have known better how to deal with them. Now, even at the time I knew that running away was stupid. I knew I was being immature and acting like a child. Problem was, I couldn't help it. What happened to all of the maturity and worldliness I knew I had? Where had it all gone? The cabbie pulled into a beach called Haulover. I had never heard of it before but if it was secluded and I could have some time to think, I didn't care. As I paid him the fare, I wondered how I would get back to Kate's, but then decided to worry about it later. My phone rang again in my purse but, again, I ignored it. I knew it was a stupid thing to do. I couldn't avoid everyone forever. Still, I hadn't figured anything out, besides the fact that I now felt stupid in addition to all of the other negative emotions. I supposed that emotion was self-pity, one that I hated more than most. Why was I feeling like that? There were several cars in the parking lot, which made me wonder just how secluded the beach really was. One of the cars had apparently just arrived as four men got out and headed out of the parking lot. They were smiling and laughing, all dressed in very small swim trunks. I decided to follow them as they headed toward a tunnel. I walked around a couple of cars and saw that the tunnel was short and led to the beach. The tunnel was clean and the walls were painted pink. I ventured inside. The air was warming up nicely and I was starting to feel a little better. When I emerged on the far side of the tunnel I glanced at the typical beach sign indicating no glass bottles and such like that. But I noticed that a smaller sign below that one warned that I was entering a clothing optional section of beach. A public nude beach in Florida? I had no idea such a thing existed. This was real progress. I walked over the rise and saw the men veering to the left where, beyond, there were quite a number of men and a few women. A beach volleyball game was in progress and the men playing were all completely naked. I noticed to my right there was a mix of couples and groups of older men dotting the beach, also all completely nude. There were lifeguard stations with men on duty. I was glad to see that. Ever the procrastinator, I put off thinking about my problems to sit and watch a game of nude beach volleyball. Many of the spectators were still wearing clothing as they waited for it to warm up a bit more but the nude participants were sweating. I laid my towel down beside a pretty dark-haired woman with a deep tan. She wore a jacket over her bikini as she watched the game, whooping and hollering encouragement like most were. When she saw me she flashed me a smile. She was very pretty, despite her nose being a little on the large side. She looked faintly Italian, which I found very attractive. I smiled back at her as I adjusted my towel in the soft white sand. After turning her attention back to the game for a moment the woman looked at me curiously and asked, "I haven't seen you around. Have you been to Haulover before?" She had no accent that I could discern. I shook my head. "I had no idea there were any public nude beaches in the whole country." "I think there's another one in New Jersey," she said. "Anyway, just so you know, this isn't like South Beach. The cops don't look the other way here. That makes it a bit safer, even though it's more restrictive." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm just saying that the cops on this beach won't stand for any lewd behavior like they will on South Beach," she told me. "I guess that makes sense," I told her after thinking about it for a moment. "If they legally let you take your clothes off but then look the other way when people take it too far then the nude beach becomes notorious and they have to shut it down." She nodded. "We need to protect our right to be nude at the beach by showing everyone that we can behave ourselves." I nodded sagely at that and then smiled at her. I said, "My name is Robin, by the way." "Nice to meet you Robin, I'm Claire," she told returning a smile. "This is an awesome beach for avoiding tan lines, but I hardly ever see redheads at the beach. Can you tan?" I shook my head. "I freckle and burn." I fished out my sunscreen and said, "SPF 50! I just like the beach. I see you tan well, though. You are so dark." She nodded as she shrugged off her jacket. Her shoulders were quite dark. She then pulled the tie behind her neck and let the front of her bikini drop down, revealing her large tits. They were darkly tanned and the nipples were naturally dark as well, making them blend together. "See? No lines," she told me, proudly. "Wow," I said, suitably impressed. A woman boldly taking her top off in front of me in public was turning me on, but I didn't know if she swung that way so I tried to remain diplomatic. I asked, "But don't you worry about these guys ogling you?" She laughed. "Not these guys. They're all gay." I was surprised by that. "Really? All of them?" How did she know? She nodded. "This is the gay section of the beach. The straight section is over there," she told me pointing to the south where the couples and old men were sitting. I looked at Claire and realized something. I asked, "If this is the gay side, then you're a lesbian?" She shook her head. "No, but as a single girl, I get harassed much less in this section. Besides, I love watching these guys play volleyball." I let Claire turn her attention back to the game. I didn't want to ruin her day by coming on to her, especially if she wasn't open to something like that. Besides, my real concern, John, was lurking in the back of my mind. I took out my sunscreen and began to apply it all over my body as I watched the game. When it came to my breasts I went ahead and took my top off. I left my bottoms on, though. My head really wasn't in the game as I watched it. I was instead consumed with trying to figure out what to do about my feelings of jealousy. Where had it all gone so wrong? Why was I so jealous when I found John getting that blowjob? Any other woman would, but I wasn't like any other woman. Would I have been that jealous if I had caught him with his sister? No, that would have been a turn-on. Would I have been that jealous if I had caught him with one of my friends back home? Maybe. Whoa! That answer surprised me. I had never been jealous before but the image in my mind of walking in on one of our friends, like Dana, Raine, or Heather, blowing John made my stomach hurt a little. Was that how John felt when he looked at me? If so, how many times had I hurt him? Why hadn't he left me if I had hurt him that much? Still, even though the thought of walking in on him with a friend in Denver hurt a little, why did it hurt so damn much to see him with Kate? Was it just because she was my mother? Did I really feel threatened by her that much? Did I really think he would leave me for her? The volleyball game was over and the men were dispersing in front of me, most heading for the ocean and a dip in the cool waters. Everyone was so happy and full of life, except me. What was happening to me? I scolded myself for not seeing John's jealousy earlier. Surely fucking Raul and then telling John 'you snooze, you lose' had to be the worst thing I had ever done to another human being. I needed to apologize to him, but it had to be one that carried some weight. It had to carry assurances that it would never happen again. In order to make assurances I had to uncover where these new feelings were coming from. I had always thought that my lack of such negative emotions stemmed from a confidence in my own worth and a respect for the worth of others. Surely, if you are self-assured and respect your boyfriend as a separate individual with the freedom to make his own choices, then you can't be jealous of anything or anyone no matter what anyone else says or does. Right? Had I lost that self-confidence? Or had I lost my respect for John as a free person to make his own way in this world? Did I want to own him and possess him like some trinket or, worse, slave? The classic explanation would have been 'love', but I dismissed that out of hand. I loved John. I had loved him for a long time. Sex and love were not the same. Sex was physical and love was emotional. I had always thought that it was the shallow and less-sophisticated people that equated one with the other. Now, suddenly, I wasn't so sure. *** I awoke to the sound of another volleyball game starting up. I was disoriented for a moment before realizing that I had simply laid back and fallen asleep. I squinted up into the sky. The sun was almost directly overhead. I slowly stretched and sat up. Claire was still sitting on her towel beside me, though she was completely naked and her hair was damp. She said, "Robin, would you like a sandwich?" I was hungry. "How long was I asleep?" I asked drowsily. "A few hours," she replied. "I tried to wake you up but you were sleeping so soundly." I looked down at my body to see if I was burned. Not yet, but I might be feeling it later. "I'm going to be so burnt," I groaned. "I tried to wake you up a little earlier," Claire repeated, apparently feeling guilty that she hadn't succeeded. I nodded and said, "I didn't sleep very well last night." I thought of lying in bed next to John. John! I gasped. He must be so worried about me. I grabbed my purse and pulled it open. Falling asleep like that had really put things into focus for me. My mind had never been clearer. I needed to talk to John. I had to explain everything to him. Claire watched with concern as I pulled out my phone. It had five notifications, specifically, two text messages, and three voicemails, all but one from John. What must he be thinking? I read the text messages from John. The first one read, *Please call me.* The second one read, *I'm sorry. I love you. Please call me.* That made me smile, but I also saw that the timestamp was nearly three hours prior. I pulled up the voicemails and listened. In the first message, left three and a half hours ago, John said, "Hi, Robin. It's John." My heart leapt when I heard his voice. I had been so stupid and all I wanted to do was be with him. I needed to make things right. The message continued, "Listen, I just read the text message you sent to Kate's phone." Message? I didn't text Kate. John said, "I can't believe that you said you are done with me and for her to send me back to Denver. I mean, I saw the look on your face when I told you I had been jealous in the past, so I know how mad you were, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Please call me back, babe. "It can't end like this. All I'm asking for is a chance to explain. Please, Babe, your mom has me packing my stuff. She's got Raul by her side and I know if I don't go ahead and pack up she'll sick him on me. He's so big. I can't believe you fucked him. It must have hurt. "Anyway, she's on the phone right now getting a flight lined up for me to head home. I can't afford the hotel prices around here but I don't want to go, Babe. So, look, I know from the expression on your face and reading your text on Kate's phone that you probably never want to hear from me again. But I just want the chance to talk to you. That's all. Please call me," he concluded. His voice was so despondent at the end. I began to cry again. Kate had faked a text message to get John to leave. I instantly knew that she was doing what she thought was best for me. She didn't trust men and she saw how upset I was. She must have misread me and thought I was upset over John's admission when, in reality, I had been upset at myself. I shouldn't have run off like that. Claire moved closer to me and put her hand on my shin. She was concerned about me. I appreciated the compassion, even from someone I had just met. The next voicemail had been left an hour prior, while I slept. It was from Kate. She said, "Hey, Robin, it's Kate. Listen, I took care of your little problem for you, like I always do. So, you can come on back home any time you want. Please call me back." I didn't like the sound of that. If she took care of my problem, she had to mean John. Thinking back on how she took care of things for me in the past, I knew things may have gone a little far. If only I had taken that first call from John, I scolded myself. The last voicemail had been left only thirty minutes prior. I listened intently, despite dreading what I might hear and knowing that Kate was very efficient at getting rid of unwanted men. John's voice was very subdued. He said, "Hi Robin. It's me, John. I wish you would call me back. Kate paid for a taxi to take me to the airport and for a one-way ticket back to Denver. Raul made sure I got in the taxi and rode with me to the airport. I just passed through security, leaving Raul behind, and am sitting at a little restaurant waiting for my flight. I left our tickets with your stuff. Maybe you can get some of your money back on mine. "I paid the cab driver extra to drive around town looking for you but there are so many people and the town is so big that I couldn't find you. Besides, after a few minutes Raul realized what was happening and had the cabbie continue to the airport. So here I sit. "Look, Robin, I love you and I really hope that you find what you're looking for. Anyway, I'll pack up your stuff when I get home so you don't have to worry about that. I just wish I could talk to you one last time. "Oh, that's my flight. Well, I'd better go. I'll have to turn my phone off on the plane but I'll turn it right back on when I get to Denver in case you call me. Bye Babe." "What? No!" I cried. "How could this be happening?" "What's wrong?" Claire asked. "My mother convinced my boyfriend that I didn't want to see him anymore and sent him back to Denver," I said. "Why?" Claire asked. "Oh, she thinks he's too jealous and possessive, but she's wrong. I'm too jealous. He didn't do anything wrong and now, thanks to my mother, and my stupidity, he's gone." "Sweetie, it'll be okay," Claire offered. I burst out sobbing and said, "I want John." Claire scooted closer, sitting beside me, and put her arms around me. She comforted me as I cried. Her warm bare breasts pressed against my own but all I could think about was John. I cried there for several minutes, just feeling so lost and alone despite Claire and the naked people around me. How had my life fallen apart so quickly? A man walked up to us. I could just make out his shoes through my tears as I rested my chin on Claire's firm shoulder. Was he a cop? Had I done something wrong by hugging Claire? He wore tennis shoes and jeans, which were totally overdressed for the beach and not police issue either. Tentatively he said, "I hate to interrupt, and I know you don't want to see me anymore, but-" It was John! I looked up at him, my face wet with tears, and squealed with joy. Now, I don't squeal. The last time I made any sort of sound like that was when I was twelve. I didn't know how he had found me or why he wasn't on that plane. I didn't care. Nothing mattered except that he was there. I pulled away from Claire, and cutting John off in mid-sentence, I leapt to my feet, crossed the three yards between us and threw myself into his arms. I'm shorter and smaller than John but he was unprepared for me and I pushed him down into the sand onto his back. Thankfully, the sand was soft. John wrapped his arms around me and held me close as we lay there in the sand. He was fully-clothed, in a white tee-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes, but I didn't care. I knew there would be sand everywhere but I didn't give a shit in that moment. "I thought-" he began to say. Back Home for the Holidays Ch. 02 I didn't want him to say anything so I kissed him. I pressed my tongue down into his mouth as I writhed my nearly-naked body against his. For me, sex and love were two completely different things, but at that moment sex seemed like the most appropriate expression of love I could give. I would have fucked him right there in the sand if I didn't think we'd get arrested for it. I could tell that John was tense and nervous. Though I was kissing him he remained tense for quite a while before he finally relaxed, melted into the kiss, and began to kiss me back. He wrapped his arms around me; they were warm against my bare back. "Excuse me? Miss?" a man asked me from nearby. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss with John and looked up. This time it really was a cop, dressed in a dark blue uniform. I saw his female partner standing five yards behind him. Everyone around me was watching intently. "You two can't be doing that on my beach," he said. "Sorry Officer," I said as I sat up, still astride John, enjoying the thrill of rubbing my bikini-clad pussy against the bulge in John's jeans right in front of the cop. I was starting to feel like my old self again. "I thought my boyfriend was on a plane heading to Denver right now and was so happy to see him that I forgot where I was. It won't happen again." "See that it doesn't," he said with a nod before her turned and headed back toward his bicycle. I stood up and let John get up. His body had made a pretty deep impression in the sand. We were both covered in fine particles all over. I brushed most of the sand off my body with my hands while John did the same with the sand in his shirt, pants, and hair. I quickly grabbed his luggage from where he had left it and pulled it up beside the towel. I announced, "Claire, this is my boyfriend, John. John, this is Claire." John gave her a quick "Hi." All of his attention was on me. I had never seen him so focused on me as to almost ignore a completely naked beautiful woman like that. Claire said, "Pleased to meet you, John." "Claire," I asked. "Can you please watch our stuff while John and I take a dip in the ocean to get clean?" "Sure," she replied. I don't know why I trusted her so much. Maybe because she hadn't stolen my purse as I slept but instead watched over me? Regardless, I stood up and pulled at the ties on either side of my bikini bottoms, boldly letting them fall away. John was a little stunned by the turn of events and he said, "Robin, I-" I cut him off and said, "John, take off your clothes and come with me. We need to get that sand off of you." Before he could respond with any sort of objection I ran to the ocean, splashed in a few steps, and dove in. The water was cold, in the upper sixties, but I found it invigorating. I had gotten over the chill I had experienced that morning and also had a whole new outlook on life. A dozen yards out, I turned around and stood on the bottom. I watched John undress on the beach. Claire stole lots of glances and when he took off his boxers I noticed that his cock was still semi-hard. Claire said something to him and he replied. Then he made his way into the ocean and toward me. I was standing chest deep in the water, the small waves rolling in and rising to my neck and back down to my chest. Nobody, other than Claire, took any notice of us. Farther south down the shore there were people in the water, but none in our vicinity. This was as alone as we were going to get. When he had nearly reached me, John stopped a couple feet away and said, "The water is cold." I nodded and smiled, "Invigorating, isn't it?" He smiled. I loved to see him smile. Reaching out under the water I took his hands in mine. I looked into his eyes and said, "John, I am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I love you so much it hurts." He said, "I love you too, Babe." I loved it when he called me that. "I'm so sorry-" "No, you have nothing to be sorry for. I just needed some time to think, that's all," I explained. "Then why did you text your mother-" he began. I cut him off again saying, "I didn't. My phone was in my purse the whole time. I heard it ringing but I didn't know what to say so I just let it ring. I'm sorry." John dipped down into the water and back up. He was squatting below the surface, using his buoyancy to put us face to face. He asked, "So this is Angela all over again?" I knew what he meant. Was Kate trying to break us up? I sighed. "I don't think so. I think Kate is just confused. We'll see. I haven't spoken to her." "So, you didn't want me to leave?" "Oh god no! Of course not," I said. "Kate was so sure; so persuasive," he mumbled. He looked so confused. "Then, why exactly did you run away? What did you need to think about? Did you reach any conclusions?" I nodded and said, "Some." I took a deep breath. I knew this was my chance to make it right between us. I had to choose my words carefully. I said, "You were right. I was being a petulant immature teenager. You called me on it. I was embarrassed and confused, so I needed to get away. I couldn't face you. I couldn't explain because I didn't have any answers." "I didn't mean to do anything behind your back," he said. "Kate was just so-" "I know. She's very sexy. I told her that I would share you," I said. "I saw the way you looked at her. I knew you wanted her. I felt jealous." John smiled. I looked at him. I had never expected him to smile at that. I figured he would get angry with me. I asked, "What are you smiling at?" He moved in and kissed me. Then he smiled again and said, "You love me." I sighed and said, "Well, of course I do. That's what I've been telling you." He shook his head and put his hands on my waist. "No, you don't get it. I've thought about this a lot since I met you and you brought up this whole, 'no jealousy' thing. See, what I've learned is that jealousy is about fear of loss of the relationship. If you don't have some measure of jealousy; then either you perceive no threat or the relationship is of no value to you." "Oh, please don't think I don't value our relationship," I said, putting my hands on his chest. "Well, either you have never felt there was a threat until today, or you value our relationship more than you did previously." Thinking about that for a bit, I finally slowly nodded and said, "Maybe it's a little of both. I mean, even when I think of you being with our friends back home without me there, I get a little jealous. I've never felt that before." "You don't want to lose me." Then he smiled again and said. "Anyway, it's nice to know that you really do love me." I laughed. "Glad I could give you that reassurance." He kissed me again. He was happy. I liked to see him that way. I wanted to never hurt him again. But to do that, I had to know some things. So, slowly, watching my tone, I asked, "So, you get jealous all the time?" His eyes grew wide. His confidence vanished and he looked panicked. He said, "Not all the time. Not like that. I-" "Calm down. It's okay. Just be honest with me," I said as sincerely as I could. "I'm curious. I'm not judging you. Remember, I just told you that I get jealous too." Hesitantly, he said, "Well, since the beginning you said not to be jealous and that if I did it would mean that you would find someone else, so I was careful not to let it affect me." "I want to know how you do that, and to discuss with you the 'finding someone else' part too. But before we get into that, are you telling me that, by your own definition, you feel threatened by other men?" I asked. He took a deep breath. I could see the fear in his eyes that he was revealing more about his feelings than he had ever planned to tell me. He said, "Yeah. That's pretty primal. Guys are jealous of other guys stealing their women. Most men have some insecurity about themselves and their relationship. I mean, how can I not worry when you are so beautiful and can have any man you desire. I had to ask myself if I was really that special, you know?" There it was. He had left himself vulnerable while leaving me an opening to stroke his ego. I didn't begrudge him fishing for a complement at a time like that. Again, I tried to choose my words carefully. I said, "You are very special to me. No matter whom I have sex with; there is one and only one man in my heart. That's you!" "Really?" he asked. "Of course! Don't you know that?" I asked. "From the start you told me that you were with me as long as you chose to be and for me to enjoy it for what it is," he said. I rolled my eyes. "That was a long time ago. Haven't we moved way past that?" He hesitated at that. This was more of a revelation to him. Had I left too much unsaid? Finally, he replied, "I guess so. It's just, that has stayed in the back of my mind," he said. "Then, when I read that text it all came crashing back and it seemed like my time was up. Kate was pretty convincing, too. Not that Raul left me much choice either." "I didn't send any text," I told him emphatically."Look, I love you. Maybe I didn't really know how deeply until today, but it's been there for a long time. I'm not going anywhere. Okay?" He smiled again and said, "Okay." Then he added, "So, that's what I'm smiling about." I laughed. It felt good to laugh with him again. I asked, "So, how do you deal with the jealous feelings?" "Well, I remind myself that our love is not based on sex and that if I really love you then I'd be happy that you are having fun. It's called compersion," he said as if he had thought about it a lot. "Compersion?" I asked, having never heard the term. "Yeah, that's where you feel joy when someone else feels joy. If someone else makes you come, it makes me happy," he told me. "Oh, well I feel that all the time," I told him. He smiled and said, "Of course, that only works as long as you're not feeling abandoned or neglected." I nodded. That made sense to me. "As long as I know you aren't going to leave me and still want me." "Right," he told me. "So, if you feel that compersion, then how can you say you get jealous?" I asked. He looked down and said, "Well, sometimes I do feel left out." "Like with Raul?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, well, I can't feel happy that you fucked him when you weren't even going to tell me about it." "I would have," I said. Then I thought about it for a moment and added, "Probably." He said, "Actually, it hurt pretty bad and then you told me 'you snooze-'" "I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things," I told him. "I know it was hurtful and I was just being stupid. You know I didn't really mean it, don't you?" He nodded but I could see that it really bothered him. He was still hurting. I looked him in the eyes and said softly, "I promise to never say anything like that again. Ever! Please forgive me." He looked at me for a minute, judging my sincerity, and then nodded. I kissed him, passionately and deeply. I pressed my body against his as we kissed. As I broke the kiss, a big wave caught us in our faces. We both laughed. It felt good to laugh with him. I knew we had to do something to prevent this from ever happening again. I said seriously, "John, I love you more than anything. If you want us to drop out of the lifestyle altogether and be completely exclusive, I can do that." He just stared at me, his mouth slightly agape. He studied my face for several moments. Then his expression became deathly serious and he asked, "You would do that for me?" I had thought about it earlier and so I didn't hesitate when I replied seriously, "In a heartbeat." He just looked at me for a while and then said, "You really mean that. You really do love me." Then he smiled and shook his head. "I don't need you to do that for me, Babe. However, if that's what you want, I will make you the same offer." I smiled as I reached down between us and found his cock. It was as hard as a rock. My smile grew bigger as I began to stroke it. He laughed and said, "I'm being serious here." "So am I," I told him, stroking him steadily with my fist. "I don't think we need to stop our lifestyle but we may need some sort of rule or something to prevent hurt feelings in the future." He smiled again and said, "I didn't think you wanted to quit our lifestyle, the way you were hanging all over Claire when I got here." "Hey, she's a nice girl. I was crying my eyes out over you," I said seriously. Then with a smile I added, "She is pretty hot though, isn't she?" John smiled back at me as he reached down and softly pressed his hand between my thighs. "Yeah, she is, but not as hot as you are," he said as he rubbed his middle finger against my clit a few times before hooking it straight up into my cunt. My head swam with pleasure but I managed to stay on my feet and keep my head above water. "Oh, John," I sighed. John smiled at how wet I was inside. It wasn't the ocean water. He stroked his finger in and out of me several times before hooking his finger forward a little more and rubbing against my G-spot. "That's it, Babe," I urged breathlessly. "Nobody can make me feel like you can." I stroked his cock vigorously. I had never associated sex and love together. I had always resisted it. In that moment I realized that my love for John made me want to give him pleasure. I didn't really care about my own as much as I cared about his. Was that why people confused love and sex all the time? Nothing will make someone feel better than sex and if you love someone you want them to feel good. Could it really be that simple? I opened my eyes and looked into his. I whispered a simple plea to him that I had never asked anyone ever before. I pleaded to him, "Please make love to me, John." I could see in his eyes that the significance of that request was not lost on him. I never, ever, called it 'making love'. He moved toward me, closing the one-foot gap between. He kissed me. His kiss was gentle and he slowly pressed his tongue into my mouth and caressed my tongue with his own. He leisurely pulled his finger from inside of me as he positioned the head of his cock below my pussy. Without breaking the kiss, he unhurriedly stood up fully under the water. I moaned into John's mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt the sweet stretching of his cock ensconcing itself deep inside my cunt. The head of his prick struck bottom as my clit pressed into the hair at the base of his dick. He stood there for a long time, just kissing me. I could feel his pulse through his hard cock lodged deeply up inside of me. I felt content just to kiss him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Mentally, I gave myself to him. If he wanted me as his possession, I would gladly comply with his every whim. I loved him and trusted him completely. With his right hand on my upper back, pressing my tits firmly against his solid chest, he reached down with his left hand. He reached around my thigh and under my ass. Then, breaking the sweet spell he had put me under he slipped his middle finger to the second knuckle up my ass. He knew what I liked and, regardless of any sweet words and loving feelings, I was a nasty girl at heart. I loosened my legs around his waist just enough to be able to tip my hips back and forth, slithering an inch of his cock in and out of my clasping cunt. The sea water swirled between us, caressing my clit and my ass cheeks. The waves splashed under my chin and the ocean spray from a gust of wind covered my face as I kissed John, but I didn't care. I was in heaven with the man I loved. John fucked his finger in and out of my ass in rhythm with my hips working his prick in and out of my cunt. He kissed me passionately but lovingly. The juxtaposition of his tender loving kisses and his finger up my ass would have made me laugh if it didn't feel so fucking good. He knew me better than anyone, even my mother apparently, and he knew what I needed when I needed it. It only made me love him more. I whimpered in pleasure into John's mouth as my orgasm approached. I didn't feel the coolness of the water or the cold ocean spray in my face. All I could feel was John; his tongue in my mouth, his finger in my ass, and his big sweet cock deep up my cunt. John rocked his hips in rhythm with mine, driving two or three inches of his dick in and out of me instead of just one. He shuffled his feet to keep his balance and our heads above water. Though he moaned into my mouth he showed no signs of coming. My orgasm, on the other hand, swirled around inside of me before shattering into a million pieces. My body was on fire and I broke the kiss, shouting in orgasm. My legs lost their strength but my cunt gripped John's prick like a vice as I came. John held me close to him, his hard throbbing cock lodged deep up inside of me. He fucked his finger in and out of my ass as I gasped in orgasm. I heard him coo into my ear, "I love you." It took me a moment to gather my senses and come down from my orgasm, the cool waters helping. I looked at John and said, "I love you too." He smiled at me as he began leisurely stroking into me again, his finger still in my ass. I noticed activity over his shoulder and casually asked him, "You didn't come?" "No, I'm good for a while," he replied. I felt a tinge of jealousy at that, realizing that it was Kate's earlier blowjob that had made our ocean fuck John's second sexual encounter of the day. I didn't quite know what to do with that feeling at that moment, but I had more pressing matters at hand. I told him, "The lifeguard's coming. Rescue me." The shock on John's face was priceless but he knew what I meant. Without missing a beat, and in one smooth motion, he pulled his cock from my cunt, his left hand from my ass, and scooped me up into his arms, his left arm under my legs. I put my arms around his neck as he turned around and headed for the shore. I felt his hard cock press against my ass as he walked. The lifeguard was approaching and I pretended to cough. John murmured to me, "So, what sort of rule did you have in mind?" I almost burst out laughing at that which would have really ruined the illusion that he was rescuing me. We were almost halfway out of the water when the lifeguard asked, "Are you two okay?" He was handsome, young, and fit, dressed in his orange trunks. He must have been about nineteen. I coughed loudly and said, "I'm fine. I just swallowed a little water." John stopped walking, his cock was still hard against my butt and a few more steps would have it emerge from the water for all to see. "Are you sure you're okay?" he insisted. I nodded and coughed before tapping John on the shoulder and saying to him, "Go ahead and let me down. I'm okay now." John set me down in front of him, the water rising over my stomach. The wet sand squished between my toes. "Thanks for coming. It's good to know the lifeguards around here are looking out for us," I told the young man with a smile. He smiled back and said, "Not a problem, miss. Be careful now." I nodded and told John, "You go ahead and finish your swim. I'll be over here on the blanket." I wanted to give John time for his hard-on to abate. I walked out of the ocean and onto the beach, leaving both men behind. I felt great from the orgasm and from avoiding any embarrassing or arresting situations, but I was still troubled. The jealousy I felt over Kate was still there. John hadn't even come close to coming because it wasn't his first of the day. He had told me that he was happy when I was happy as long as he wasn't being abandoned. I had to figure out how to do the same and what rules we would need in our relationship to make that possible 24/7. I thought about that for a second as I walked to the towel. When I saw the naked and beautiful tanned goddess Claire there smiling at me, it came to me.