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Grounded

By: babe19



Alone in my room brooding. I could barley believe my dad actually punished me. Stuck in the house with no social life at all. My mom took some pity on me and allowed me my TV and VCR during my weekend of confinement. I just had a little drink with my friends and my parents freak out. My dad gave me the typical and overused, “as long as you live in my house” line. I mean, I’m not a wild child or anything, like my friend Jenny. She screws anything that moves and drinking is the least of her vices. Besides, I’m a little too old to be grounded. 

So I sit in my dark room, with the glare of the TV casting long shadows on the walls. Then a knock at my door and my mom sticks her head in the room. Her and dad are going out to meet some friends. They’ll be back late but will also check in by phone from time to time. I won’t have anyone over if I know what’s good for me she says and disappears. I watch the car pull away from the house and round the corner at the end of the block. “I’ll show them how bad I can be.” I mumble menacingly.

One by one I try to reach mostly everyone I know on the phone to no avail. Those I could reach had better things to do than sit around with me all night. With the last rejection self pity set in. Hell, I’d even hang out with my older brother if he were home. I wandered from room to room wondering what mischief I could get into by myself. “I’ve got it!!!” Dad’s liquor cabinet stood before me. I was determined to prove some demented point that what I had done wasn’t as bad as they made it out to be. What better way than to get wasted. At least that’s the perverse rationale I used. 

I broke out the rum and took it back to my room. I drank straight from the bottle. Keep in mind, I’m not a big drinker and it really doesn’t take much for me to get tipsy. It was no surprise that I felt the effects after a few minutes. I got worse as I drank some more. I started feeling warm from the rum and pulled my shirt and pants off. Bored with what was on TV, I started surfing around the web and eventually made it around to some of my favorite porn sites. Sorting through the images made me hornier and hornier. 

I figured I had the time, why not have some real fun on my own. I stripped off my bra and panties and pulled a video and vibrator from my stash. The video was one of the tapes I watch when I get in a kinky mood like now. With the tape in the VCR, I took my place on the bed and began to work myself up. First I rubbed my chest, pulling at the nipples. Then I made my way to my slit and wasted no time dipping my fingers into my slick cunt. 

I rubbed my juices over my pussy and clit, then turned on the vibrator and pushed it into myself. I moved the toy this way and that in me, bringing myself close to climax, but holding off just before I cum. I find I have a more explosive orgasm this way and I become more perverted. My head spins from the pleasure and alcohol. All I hear is my rhythmic noise of blood rushing in my ears. Then out of the corner of my eye I see movement.

I jump startled at this unexpected shadow outside my opened bedroom door. That sudden shock caused me to lose my control over cunt and I began to cum. Like nothing I can describe, my orgasm moved through me. I fought to maintain myself, but I couldn’t. A moan escaped my throat as the last of the convulsions took hold of me. My eyes all the while remained locked on the shadow in the doorway.

Slowly I gained some composure and called to the figure watching me. Thinking one of my parents caught me I was waiting for the worst. Instead, it was my brother emerging from the darkness. In my inebriated state I could barely make him out until he was right next to the bed. I felt the shame of being caught by him until I noticed he was half naked from the waste down. “You don’t have to stop.” He says. 

Strangely enough, I don’t stop. Instead I make room for him next to me. His long dick standing proudly between his legs. He rubs his fist over it several times causing it to glisten with precum. I let my perverted lust control me and take my brothers manhood into my mouth. Delicious, salty precum flows from his tip every time I suck the head. I use one hand to play with his shaved balls and continue to fuck my pussy with my vibe. Chris runs his hands though my hair as I swallow as much of his cock as I could. 

Tiny orgasms ran through my body until I removed the small vibe from my hole. No longer contented by the piece of plastic, I needed hot, rigid flesh in me. I no longer had control of the libidinous monster inside me. I rolled on top of my brother and slid his meat into my waiting cunt. The taboo act we were committing was itself enough to cause sparks of pleasure to course through me. My brother’s pole seemed to fill me completely. At first I was grinding on him, but that quickly gave way to me sliding up and down like I was on a see-saw. Soon Chris had me cumming on his dick, calling his name over and over.

My legs finally gave out, so Chris laid me on my side, he straddled one leg and held my other over his shoulder. When he was totally in me and began to pump, it was amazing. I repeated, “Oh, fuck me brother, I love you some much…that’s it fuck your baby sister.” I could feel him throbbing inside me and his dick began to swell more. He was about to cum. He saw the concerned look in my eyes and said, “Don’t worry, here it comes” The last few letters cut off but a grunt as he pulled out of me and quickly slid up my body to shoot load after load into my face and gaping mouth. My brother’s hot cum went into my hair and nose. Some splattered on my cheeks and the rest onto my tongue. I pumped what was left into my mouth and gave his dick one last suck for good measure.

By now it was close to one in the morning. Chris grabbed me a towel to clean up when the phone rang. My brother answered and assured my parents on the other side that he was taking care of me. He sat down next to me and asked if I was OK with what we did. I thought for a moment and said yes. I let him nuzzle my chest for a few minutes until I felt sleep start to take me. Chris took the bottle of rum and put it back in its place. The night remained a secret between us…until now.

Grounded



Dear Literoticians, 

Please be gentle to this product of my pen, as it is my first submission. It's not just my first time to publish on your favourite erotic story website, but also a story about a young man and woman doing 'it' for the first time. Furthermore it's the first time I've written a story in English. 

Grand Teton helped me by editing my manuscript, for which I thank him dearly. All failures in English spelling and grammar that could still disturb you, are probably in the parts were I made changes at the last moment, so after Grand Teton did his salutary job. 

Ed Marcgrave. 

***** 

The bell button was pushed firm and decisive. The bell wasn't one of those over-civilized 'ding-dongs' that produced the same sound whatever way you pushed its button, no, its ringing went on as long as you would push it and seemed to adjust to the force with which it was pushed. So Bob Thomson, the man who came to de door to answer it, could never have guessed from the sound of it how nervous Harry Davis, the young man waiting outside, was, as he had not seen him walking up the path crossing the front yard five minutes before and hesitating and hesitating again between each attempt to find the courage to press the button. Harry was worried Heather, Bob's daughter, would be angry with him because he came to see her, as she had refused his offer to do their homework together, saying she had other obligations, without pointing them out. Therefore it seemed she was avoiding him and, though the homework had been scheduled in the afternoon after the last lessons at school, she didn't say she wanted him to help her that night instead. 

He wasn't surprised to find someone else, not Heather, answering the door, but Bob was more impressive than he had imagined her father to be. Still he was able to say the first phrase he had prepared. 

"Good evening, sir. Are you Mr. Thomson?" 

"Yes. Why?" 

"I'm Harry Davis. I go to high school with Heather. We're in the same grade." Harry spoke the words he had prepared rather than answering Bob's 'Why?', "Is Heather in?" 

"You want to see her?" 

"Yes, sir, I was worried as she couldn't come over to do homework together. She could use some help preparing for the test tomorrow." 

"Help with homework, huh... How intimate are you with my daughter?" 

If Harry had hesitated an hour in front of Heather's house he still wouldn't have been prepared for that question. He stammered, starting several sentences before he had found the only words that constituted the right answer to such an impertinent question. 

"I, uuh... We... We, uh... I think I... I don't have to answer that question." As he spoke the words he felt he had to explain. 

"I mean, if the answer is 'no' and I would tell you so, I would have to tell you also the next time you asked, even if the answer had to be 'yes' by then." 

"So the two of you have been intimate." 

"I didn't say so, sir... It's just not right for me to answer that question, telling you any intimacies I might know about your daughter. If my father would ask, I would tell everything there was to tell, except for the name of the girl. It's for her father to question her. So you should ask her. I think she would give an honest answer... I would only come to you and tell you if I would have asked her to marry me. Then I would ask you and your wife for permission. And my parents too, telling them her name, but only if she had accepted my proposal. I didn't pop the question to Heather though. Nor to any other girl." 

Bob seemed to resign himself to the fact he didn't get his answer, though Harry felt he should be unsatisfied by the babbling of the young man at the door. 

"Do you like my daughter?" Bob asked another only slightly less personal question. 

"Very much so, sir. That's why I'm worried about her history test tomorrow." 

"So you would never bully her?" 

"No, sir. Never!" 

"And you came to help her with her homework?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"She's grounded." 

Harry feared she wouldn't be allowed to entertain guys, not even to let them help her doing her homework at home. 

"So you can only do homework with her in the living room, with me and my wife present." 

"Thank you, sir!" Harry said enthusiastically, as he got much more than he had hoped for. Of course he had feared Heather was avoiding him, but his common sense had told him she might be grounded for some reason and didn't want to admit it to her fellow-students. Of course she still could be angry with him for popping in and finding out, but with her dad and mom in the same room, she probably wouldn't act so angry that he couldn't explain and therefore calm her down. Actually she never had been acting angry towards him, but in the same situation with the tables turned he would act pissed off to hide his shame over letting his parents rule his life that way. 

Mr. Thomson had stepped aside to let the homework helper pass. Harry stepped in and went to the indicated door. As he opened it he found Heather and a woman, presumably her mom, sitting leisurely side by side on the carpeted floor in front of a couch, resting their backs against it, both looking up from reading a book. The only thing out of the ordinary was they both were stark naked. No wonder Heather's face showed she was shocked by his appearance. A wonder her mother could muster a friendly smile, a welcoming smile and at the time an amused smile, amused over his surprised gaze. 

"The house rules here are, a grounded daughter shall spend her evenings at home naked," said Bob from behind him. Harry turned his face to look back at him hoping Heather would be glad to get the opportunity to hide herself somehow. 

"Another house rule says mothers should morally support their daughters," continued Bob, "And since she thought the one month grounding I gave Heather was too much punishment, Barbara told me she would spent all month's evenings naked with Heather to support her." 

"And as he saw I was serious about it," Barbara added, "Bob shortened the grounding to two weeks on the condition Heather and I spent the time naked in the lounge, whoever might drop by." She stood and greeted him, introducing herself as Barbara Thomson, Heather's mother, and asking if he was a friend of her daughter. 

"It's Harry Davis, one of the friends from high school in the homework club" Heather introduced him. She had not really hidden herself, only crossed her legs so her pubes were no longer visible to Harry and raised her book a little so he could only see the top half of her breasts. 

"Glad to meet you, Harry," Barbara offered him her hand and he took it. He looked her in the eyes as he said his 'How do you do', but couldn't prevent also seeing Barbara's breast move with the shaking of their hands. They were very nice looking breasts, and they showed that she wore a bikini top when sunning, but with the shoulder straps lowered to diminish the tan lines. The way they moved with her handshaking added to their attractiveness. 

"He came to help you since he was afraid that without help you wouldn't pass your history test tomorrow," Bob explained to his daughter, "You'd better take his help as I don't want to see that 'D-score' again on your final report this year. Sit at the table, the two of you." 

Harry was glad Heather had not acted angry with him and only hid herself a little in the embarrassing situation she and her mother were in, having to be naked in the living room as people, normally clothed people, dropped by. He couldn't think of anything bad enough Heather might have done to earn this humiliation. Probably her mom, being supportive in the way she was, helped a lot to overcome her shame in front of him. 

"Sir, Madam, I think I should be as supportive to Heather as her mother is," Harry gave his opinion, "I wouldn't want to embarrass you," he continued speaking to Barbara directly, "Having to be naked in front of Heather's friends. I hope you and Heather feel less embarrassed when I undress too." 

Barbara's smile returned, more than friendly now. 

"Wow. You're a real gentleman," she said, "doing whatever it takes to make the ladies feel comfortable. Thank you, kind sir." 

"I don't think I like the idea," Bob said less enthusiastically, "of my grounded daughter seeing her boyfriend naked. What penalty remains if he gets stark naked too." 

"He's not my boyfriend," Heather argued, and started to explain once again about the homework club, but she was interrupted. 

"Don't be so crude," her mom said to her dad. "Now you get three people taking a penalty, where you only penalized one. For a young man it's a tough punishment having to stand naked in front of her parents the first time he visits the house of his girlfr..., I mean homework buddy. You've been a teenage boy yourself once, so you should know." 

"You might have a point... OK, I go for it. Strip, homework buddy!" 

"You don't have to, on my behalf," Heather offered as Harry started to unbutton his shirt. "You're doing a good deed already coming over to help me." 

"You never should refuse a good gentleman the chivalry he's offering, especially if it includes being chivalrous to an older lady," her mother protested. 

"I see," her father commented, "you're remarkably eager to see the young lad naked." 

Barbara just smiled at that and watched Harry strip. Not that he deliberately put on a show, but even without that he showed her a lot of skin. 

"You've a nice all over tan," she observed, showing she had been watching him as attentive as he had watched her. "Does your backyard offer that much privacy or do you have an electric sun parlour?" 

"It's from the real sun," Harry answered. "Where can I put my clothes?" He didn't seem to want to talk more about the quality of his nudity and the way it was obtained. As he was in the hall again to put the clothes on the coat-rack as directed, he still could hear the soft spoken comment from Bob. 

"You noticed he didn't sport a boner? Must be a cool lad, or would it be nerves as we, the parents, are present?" 

He changed the subject and spoke aloud as Harry entered the room again. 

"Heather, this young man tells me I should ask you if you've been intimate with someone, anyone, and you will answer me honestly. So go ahead." 

Heather was as unprepared for a request like that as Harry had been at the front door. Still, she didn't stammer. Of course it helped that her conscience was clear. 

"I've not been intimate with anyone. Not intimate in the sense of your definition of being intimate with someone. The most intimate I got with a guy was a peck on the cheek to congratulate me with my birthday last winter. Being pecked on the cheek with a group of your friends watching sure doesn't feel intimate, as intimacy is something you share with just one other person. The whole group giving me a peck on the cheek on the same occasion didn't make it more intimate either. My best friend, Gini, telling me about her secret love for a boy I know, is much more intimate. Or Harry putting an arm around me when I felt I was going to blow another history test, to assure me I would do better, even well, the next test and that it isn't my fault I have been bad at history as Mrs. Norris is a bad history teacher. Taking me with him to his grandfather to listen to him telling about history as history should be told even felt intimate as he took me to his private world beyond school. But you don't consider that intimate. For you, intimacy only starts when you reach third base on a date." 

"Tell me about the arm around. What was the hand doing?" 

"Just holding me... At my waist on the other side from where he sat beside me. His hand only on the outside of my clothes. He pulled me to him each time I started to sob, making me feel safe, protected by the arm around me, a strong arm and a strong hand and a strong chest he was pulling me into. Making me feel home in the warmth of his body near to me. Why do you want to know? Intimacy with someone to you is just fucking that person." 

"Fucking someone is being very intimate with someone," Bob agreed with her, but then denied it was just that. "But just fucking, without feeling an arm or a leg around you, without the body warmth of the person you're with, that isn't being intimate, that's just fucking. Fucking yourself with a dildo isn't intimate at all if you don't use your imagination and fantasize a real person is there with you, the dildo being the dick of the boy you fancy or being held by the lesbian girlfriend who wants to pleasure you so much you will feel your soul shake when you come." 

Harry felt embarrassed having to witness this conversation. His parents had given him their own version of Sex Ed, which he thought had been a lot better than the sex education at school years later, but it never was as graphic as this. His parents would never tell him something this sexual when a friend from school was visiting, not even in less graphic words. He was shocked when Heather answered her dad. 

"If you really think that's intimate. Yes, I've been intimate with a vibrator. Mom's smallest vibrator... I've cleaned it thoroughly afterward, Mom... as I was curious how it would feel. I tried to fantasize it was a real guy's slong, but I know real penises don't vibrate. I tried it with the buzzer off, just sliding it in and out of my punany, but I couldn't get myself off just sliding the thing in and out. I had to finger myself frantically with my other hand or, better still, use my fingers and the buzzer both. I never saw Harry's wiener and I never have felt it up, even not from outside his pants, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't look like or feel like Mom's vibrators. Using all my imagination to make a fantasy in which the vibrator is Harry's wiener, won't change that. Are you satisfied now I confessed I tried to be intimate with Harry in a fantasy and with a made-up stiffy?" 

During the last words she looked Bob piercingly in the eyes. As she finished she cast a glance at Harry, but then looked away quickly, suddenly blushing crimson. 

"You don't have to apologize for using my vibrators," Barbara said, as Bob apparently had stopped the cross examination. "If my mother had possessed sex toys, I'm sure I would have used them too. It's not easy for a teenage girl to go to the shop and ask for that kind of stuff. So feel free and try the others too. I've a nice little dildo too, that looks like a boy's stiffy. It fits nicely in my arse and Bob likes to put it in there when we fuck and pretend we're having a threesome with another guy doing a DP." 

Harry also looked away blushing at the ease with which Heather's mother talked about things like that to Heather with a stranger like himself in the room. 

"Thanks for the offer, Mom, but I don't think I will take you up on it. If you could live without them when you were a teenager and Grandma didn't possess them, I for sure can live without them. And thanks, Dad, for making me tell those things. I don't think you ever confessed to your first girlfriend even before you two were an item, that you masturbated fantasizing over her. And I'm pretty sure Grandpa didn't make you confess in the presence of the girl." Heather's words had been bitter, not angry, 'bitter and sad,' you could say. 

"I'm sorry, girl," Bob offered. He had not asked further as he had become conscious himself -while Heather told him about using her mother's vibrator while thinking of Harry- how humiliating it had to be for her with the guy listening too. She was right he had made her tell. 

"I'm really sorry," he repeated, "I'll make it up to you as soon as you're no longer grounded. For now I have some consolation though. That lad Harry is a good lad. He will never bully you for your confession. Probably won't even tease you with it. Surely won't tell anybody. So, go do your homework together and just forget about it." 

Neither Harry nor Heather thought it was possible that they'd forget about it, but they sat down at the table to do the homework. 

"I'm sorry too," Harry said in a low voice leaning over to Heather, "But your father is right I won't bully you and won't tell anyone." He had his schoolbag on the table to get some papers out, but turned back to Heather as she suddenly sobbed. In a reflex he put his arm around her and soothed her with a soft voice. 

"You don't have to cry. It's only words... But I am glad you thought of me... when doing that. I've been thinking a lot about you lately... when I touch myself... Please, don't cry. It's not easy having parents, I know... But be glad they don't neglect you." 

Heather didn't really cry, she just sobbed. More forceful so as Harry did his confession that was meant as consolation. He pulled her in more tight to calm her down and looked over his shoulder to her parents to fight off their gaze and prevent them from saying anything about it or, even worse, come over and try and calm Heather down. They didn't. On their faces was just regret on what they had done to their daughter. As Barbara saw Harry looking at her a vague smile and a little nod of her head seemed to encourage him to keep on consoling Heather. As he turned his face back to Heather's he paused in midway to nuzzle her ear. All this happened while Harry was softly speaking. During his last two phrases Heather's sobbing calmed down. 

"Thanks" she said turning to face him. Her head turned further to cast a glance on her parents. They couldn't be sure if the expression on her face was accusing or challenging, but as she turned back they were sure the peck she gave Harry on the cheek was grateful and lovingly. With that Heather and Harry had repeated all the real intimacies they had shared and she had confessed to her father. It felt less intimate with her parents watching, but it was more intimate because this time they were stark naked. Her parents just sat in silence while Harry and Heather took to work. She said she had read all they were supposed to read in the afternoon and she had tried not to hear Mrs. Norris' boring voice as she did so, but Harry's grandfather's enthusiastic one instead. It had made reading a lot less boring, even interesting. When he came in she had been reading for a second time, trying to think of what parts of the text would have made grandfather curious to learn more from other sources and what interesting coherences there were between the events that had been covered in this part of the book and parts they had read before. Harry filled her in with the things his grandfather had added to the textbook that afternoon as he visited him. It had been contagious as Harry spoke as passionate as his grandfather when telling about historic events. 

Only one of Heather's parents interrupted, Barbara, but only to bring them something to drink. After that it became a game of asking each other like a quiz, but two ways and discussing where they had different views. To Harry it was strange Heather kept forgetting the years, not just because Mrs. Norris was so keen on them, but even more while she was good at mathematics, even helping him doing his algebra homework. "If you're not sure of a year at the test write something like it was in the second term of president James Medison, like you told me not just to write down the answers in algebra but also the calculations that let to them. Years is just places in history, and as you are better than me naming the president's names and in the right order, their governments are in a way places in history too. When you can add which president came next..." 

"The other James. Monroe." 

"... or an event just before and just after the thing happened of which she asks the year, she should give you points for it... 

Were there just two James' president?" 

"No, there was also James Knox Polk, but that's the... uh, sixth after Monroe... and James Abram Garfield much later, at the end of the century, and Jimmy Carter was officially James Earl Carter, but that was almost another century further in time." 




Grounded



"See! You're good at presidents, so you're good at years." 

They had hardly noticed Bob and Barbara talking in the background for some time already, as they did with subdued voices, but at this point Bob spoke aloud, interrupting their discussion. "It's time to stop doing homework. It's beginning to sound like cosy chit-chat. Anyway you've been busy long enough and Barbara and I want some privacy for at least an hour. So go upstairs and don't bother to come back down before ten thirty." 

"You want me to leave?" Harry ask rhetorically, "Thanks, for allowing us to do homework together." He put his papers back in his schoolbag. 

"I said 'upstairs'," Bob stipulated, "I just don't want you two around when we're doing some adult stuff down here." 

"So I can stay some more. Thanks again... Are you sure? Heather is grounded." 

"She stays grounded, but she can receive her homework buddy in her room." 

"Thank you, sir." 

Heather went over to her parents on the couch and kissed her father. On the cheek like she had done to Harry. "Thanks, Dad." 

She turned to her mother and did the same, "Thanks, Mom, for your support." 

As she stood her mother did too and embraced and hugged her, "Harry is a nice guy, have fun." 

"You can leave the books here," Bob said to Harry as he put the shoulder strap of his schoolbag over his shoulder, "I said homework time is over. Time to relax." 

"I'll put my bag with my clothes at the coat-rack," Harry answered. Bob nodded his agreement. 

***** 

"What shall we do now?" Harry asked Heather when she opened the door to her room for him. 

"'Have fun', Mom said." 

"'Relax', your Dad said." 

"We can do what we want, as long as we don't interfere with what my parents do downstairs." 

Harry looked around Heather's room. It was the first time he was there. It was a lot like his own, a bed, a desk, book shelves, a cupboard and stuff laying around, but it was more neat than his room and of course more girlish, the colours, posters, and part of the stuff, her doll for instance sitting on a shelf dressed like she was ready to go to a formal dance party. He liked the window, a little bay window with some pillows so you could sit in it and look out on the street in both directions. As he went to have a look he continued their conversation. 

"What were your parents going to do?" 

Heather raises her eyebrows. "You didn't figure that out? Dad said 'adult stuff.' Don't you know what that is?" 

"You mean they are going to make love and tell us so before they do?" 

"They are going to fuck each other, yes. If we don't put on loud music you will hear Mom scream her ecstasy." 

"My parents never tell me. I've heard them going at it though, but only once... no, twice. Both times the noise came from their bedroom. I thought most parents did it in bed." 

"And teenagers on the backseat of the car?" 

"I think so." 

"I think your parents are right. More comfort and more cosy in bed." Heather sat down on her bed and gestured for Harry to sit beside her. 

"You don't mean you want to do it right now on your bed, do you?" Harry asked stunned. 

"I was thinking of having a talk," Heather put him at ease, "But Mom might have been thinking we should do 'it', when she said 'Have fun'." 

Harry was stunned again. Heather saw it. 

"I have quite unusual parents. I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. It isn't your fault. Mine are pretty weird too, though." 

Heather sighed. 

"You have very nice grandparents," she offered. 

"They like you too. They asked why you didn't come with me doing the history homework. They were sorry you couldn't make it." 

"I was grounded, but you already knew that. I didn't thank you properly for supporting me like Mom does." She leaned over to him and kissed him on his cheek again, then turned more towards him, embraced and hugged him like her mother had done to her and kissed him on the other cheek, then on his lips. Harry was pleasantly surprised but not ready to kiss and hug her back. It didn't feel right and as Heather sat back he explained why. 

"It was nothing..." 

"I don't know any other guy who would have done that for me." 

"I told you I got weird parents. They make me walk about naked often enough, so I'm used to it. They are naturists. They've dragged me with them to their naturist club since as long as I can remember. We spend most weekends over there and holydays in clothing-optional resorts. So, really, I'm used to it." 

Now Heather was surprised. She was silent for a while before she said, "It's not easy having parents." 

Harry agreed, "That's what Grandma said when I complained about my parents. That made me aware parents have been children with parents too. She also taught me it's not easy having children." 

"It's a blessing having grandparents like you have," Heather commented and they both laughed. 

"Your parents are different though," Harry got serious again, "I had never heard of parents punishing their children by making them sit naked in the house, no matter if visitors come over, nor of a mother sharing her daughter's punishment." 

"I had hoped and feared you'd come and visit us." 

"I was afraid you'd be mad at me if I came to visit you." 

"Why should I be mad?" 

"Having to be naked even with visitors, would be a good reason for most gals to get mad at him when a guy from school comes to visit uninvited, but of course I didn't know you would be naked. You seemed not to want to see me at all, saying you had other obligations without naming them." 

"I didn't want to tell you with the others around, I was grounded because of you... No..., that sound like you were to blame for it, it's my own fault." 

"What happened?" 

"I had been late after the homework club three times. Mom had laid the table already which is my task normally. Dad told me I would be grounded good if it happened again, no matter what excuse. Then, last Sunday, my bicycle had a flat when I was on my way home from your house, only after a minute. I had to walk two miles, so I was late, so I was grounded good." 

"But you had helped me doing algebra. You should have returned to our house and my mom would have brought you home in the car and you would have been in time." 

"Your mother had to make dinner too." 

"I could have peeled the potatoes and things." 

"You're sweet." She kissed him again, just a cheek, "I didn't want to bother you, but next time I might take you up on your offer." 

"You're sweet. You stayed too long at our house just to help me." He kissed her back. 

"That was nothing. I was glad I could stay with you. Dad and Mom had friends coming over." 

"That's no reason to be glad you can go somewhere else... or are those friends that boring?" 

"I told you I have quite unusual parents. Please don't tell any of our friends... or rather, tell nobody please." 

Harry was surprised, secrecy was so important, but he promised not to tell anybody. 

"They are swingers." 

Harry was puzzled. 

"Don't you know what swingers are?" 

"Not really." 

"Married people who have sex with others... in mutual agreement." 

"Oh," Harry was at loss for words. 

"They had sex with the friends that came over last Sunday?" he inquired at last. 

"I think so. It was two couples this time. I put the cups and saucers in the dishwasher." 

"Unusual was an understatement. You could have said your parents and their friends are even more weird than my parents." 

"It's not that bad. They don't make me participate or even watch. But nowadays they even don't care I know they do, you know 'swing', so they just tell me not to come in parts of the house, or in the backyard, when they have friends over for fucking. It's just bad I can't have friends over when they have. Wouldn't want to confront my friends with the weird parents and their friends." 

"You're right it is not easy having parents. I would like to take friends with me on a weekend, but I don't want to confront them with the oddness of my naked parents." 

Heather thought that over. 

"Your grandma is right, it's not easy having children. Especially when you're naturists or swingers yourselves... But... You may invite me for the weekends from now on, so you have at least one friend to bring along." 

"You really are sweet." Harry gave her the full treatment she had given him, kisses and hugs. 

"You bet I am sweet," Heather said as they sat side by side again, "I will not ask you to come over when my parents and their friends party." Then she noticed Harry's wiener was half a boner. She took it in her hand. "Also naturist guys get a boner when they are kissing and hugging a girl," she teased, "Good you don't get it from seeing a girl and her mom naked. Dad noticed. Of course when you're used to naked people just seeing it isn't arousing." 

As she talked her hand played with Harry's wiener and before she finished talking it was a full hard-on. 

"I hope Dad will not ask me again if I've been intimate with someone. I should have to confess I reached second base with you. Did you know it's nice to feel a wiener getting hard when you hold it?... Of course, you're a guy, you can do it all the time." 

She kept holding Harry's hard-on, baring the glans by pulling the foreskin back. 

"When I hold it," he said, "it doesn't get hard. Would be impractical when I take it out to pee." 

"Does it mean your wiener likes my touch better?" 

"You're the first girl holding it. That's kind of exciting." 

Heather smiled, her gaze seemed elsewhere. 

"It was my fault your father asked you about the intimacies." 

Heather's gaze was back on Harry's face, her face questioning. 

"He asked me 'How intimate are you with my daughter.' And I didn't want to spill the beans. Not that there were any beans, but I felt telling just that was also kind of spilling the beans. I mean if I would tell him we were not intimate, I wouldn't have the right to hold my peace if he was going to ask me a next time and we had been... I like what you're doing now. It's very teasing what your hand is doing... Anyway I told him it would be inappropriate for me to tell him, or anyone, of any intimacies you might be involved in. I said I would tell my parents if they'd ask, but without giving away the name of the girl, as her parents were the ones to ask her. Then I said I was sure you would give an honest answer. So he asked you. Sorry." 

"Dad wouldn't have been angry when we had been intimate. He and Mom fucked when they were quite young. That's what they tell me, and they say I'm late having my first sex. On my eighteenth birthday they asked me if I knew I belonged to the minority of Americans that didn't have sex before that. They had just read some statistics saying 61% of the eighteen year olds had sex before that. It was more than just suggesting I should hurry as I was late already. I told them I was thinking of waiting till after marriage and not marrying as a teenager like they did." 

"It's not easy having parents." 

"No, it ain't. But you may fondle my titties before I marry. You'd be my first. I might get excited." 

It was an offer no male can refuse, but Harry hesitated. 

"You've beautiful breasts," he said like he was thinking the offer was more than he could accept. Heather looked him piercingly in the eye as she thanked him for the compliment. She also squeezed his hard-on harder and she pulled a little. 

He took it as a sign she really wanted him to touch her breasts and feared it was her way to show she'd punish him if he didn't do her bidding. He raised a hand and cupped one of her breasts carefully. 

"OK, we're both on second base now," Heather noticed, "I hope my parents will be happy with that, their slow daughter making some progress." 

As she said the first part Harry started playing her nipple with his thumb, but before the second sentence was finished he stopped. 

"You don't do this... and let me do this... to make your parents happy, do you?" 

"No... no, I like us doing this, feeling each other's body. Love it. Would be a waste if we have to sit naked together upstairs for a full hour, not to have a feel. I really like your naked body. No tan lines and yet good tanned. Naturism has its advantages." 

"Then why did you say, they'd be happy." 

"Because they were disappointed I didn't even reach first base." 

"You've kissed." 

"A peck on the cheek isn't first base. You can do it with an aunt." 

"Still I didn't think of how my parents would feel about it when you took my wiener and made it hard. I just got excited when you did." 

"I still do." 

"I still like it... love it, but you're also driving me crazy doing it." 

"OK, I stop holding it." She did, but only to lower her hand a little and cup his nuts. 

"You're still driving me crazy, but don't stop doing it. We've still most of the hour." 

"So you agree it would be a waste of shared nudity if we didn't touch?" 

Harry turned to Heather, lifting one leg, turning and putting the foot on the bed. His other hand cupped her other breast, his thumbs playing her nipples simultaneously. 

"You wanted to talk," he said like he was worried she would be carried away by the touching and forget to talk about what she had wanted to discuss. 

"We're talking. We can fondle and talk at a time, can't we?" 

She copied, mirrored, his way to sit. Her other hand took his hard-on as the first was rolling his nuts around in his scrotum. 

"You make it hard for me to talk with me when you do that." 

He pinched her nipples hard enough to drive her crazy too. 

"It may be hard, but it's possible. If you started kissing me, real first base kissing, it would end all talking... OK, where was I, I wanted to talk about something with you... Oh, you're driving me crazy." She let go his genitals and sat back, releasing her nipples from his fingers. 

"OK, again, where was I?... Uh... Yes, I wanted to thank you for getting naked with Mom and me. That part of the talking is done. I learned you walk around naked a lot. Did I tell you I like it you do? Your naked body is very easy on the eye." Her gaze gave his body the all over, pausing at his hard-on, but returning to his eyes. 

Harry thanked her and told her he liked to see her body too, and very much so. He even liked her mother's nude looks. 

"I would like to see your parents naked too," Heather admitted, "I meant it you could take me with you at their naturist club. But we'll talk about that later. I'm grounded for the time being... The other thing I wanted to talk about was my parents being swingers. I think as long as I live with them any boyfriend should know before we reach second base. That's why I only touched your genitals after I had told you and you didn't scream and run away. You took it quite good actually. I feared it would end our friendship." 

"I said, it isn't your fault." 

"I know you did. And it's comforting your parents also are not completely normal. But now you took it so well, I think I should tell you more about it." 

"I don't know. You don't have to tell me things that are private. Being swingers seems very private to me." 

"You told me your parents are naturists. That's quite private too. I don't think they tell all the neighbours they are, or the man in the drugstore. Yet I'd like to learn more about it. So if you want to or not I'm going to tell you what I know of my parents live style." She giggled. "You can't walk away, we're not allowed downstairs." She giggled again. "Now serious again. I was already telling you they are not that bad they'd want me to participate of even watch. I can just hear them having fun with their friends, when I'm home, but most of the time I leave when they have friends over. Of course I don't hear anything when they visit friends and have the fun at their place. That's what they call it 'having fun with friends', but it involves mainly having sex. The fun is in the variety of the ways to have sex, playing sex games, doing a lot of teasing, dressing up, or rather dressing down for each other and of course a variety of partners. Not just one on one sex, also trio's or foursomes or even more. I overheard one of the other women in their swingers group when she told what she wanted as a birthday present: have a gang bang with the whole group satisfying her and getting satisfied, not only the men gang banging her but also their wives... Am I getting too far in the nasty details? Too private?" 

"It's quite private, yes. And the gang bang is a very nasty detail, but I can't get away, so get it over with." 

"You're still not screaming and running away." 

"I can't run away, as I can't go downstairs. So no use in screaming." 

"Good, you're still taking the news better than I expected. 

Any questions so far?" 

"I still think it wouldn't be right if I asked you questions about the private affairs of your parents." 

"So you think low of me because I tell you nevertheless?" 

Harry hastened to say he didn't judge Heather for it. He could imagine she wanted to warn her boyfriend what family she came from. The friend not being able to cope with strange parents could be a reason to cancel the friendship before it became an engagement, but he hoped she would stop telling where she suspected her parents wouldn't be pleased to learn she'd spread the news. "I'm glad you took my strange parents so well, and even volunteer to join us at the naked peoples club. But I'm sure they don't mind I have told you in confidence they like to walk around naked," he finished his argument. 

"I'm sure my parents don't mind me telling you. In confidence of course, you cannot tell anyone else." 

"Good. Then tell me all you want to tell and afterward I will tell you if I would still like you to join us at the naked peoples club." 

"Is that a threat?" 

"No, but I want to finish talking at some point, so we must discuss one item at a time." 

"Good. I won't tell you anymore details about what they do when swinging. I don't know the details really. And I don't want to know. You're right it is their private affair. But I do want to tell you they don't just fuck around with everyone and I'm almost sure they don't commit adultery in the sense that they would fuck with someone without telling the other or without their consent. When they fuck or just make out with someone else the other is there to watch, or participate, or 'have fun' at the same time with the spouse of the one their spouse is having fun with. Or at least with someone else from their group of 'fun friends'. That group is not that large, though it has grown since they've started swinging. Every new couple, they always are married couples, has to be approved by all existing members of the group. My mom told me it started when my cousin and I where toddlers and it was more difficult to go out and dance or see a movie with friends. They started doing more things together with my aunt and uncle as they both could watch both toddlers, so the other couple could have privacy, not disturbed by a toddler crying or whatever toddlers do. They rented a holiday cottage together and they knew the other couple was fucking in their bedroom or in the dunes where the cottage stood, and they also knew the other couple knew they were fucking some place as that other couple was watching Marc and me." 

"In the naturist club people also watch each other's children from time to time, for whatever the parents of the children that are watched, want to do," Harry offered, "They just don't say they are going to make love. Maybe they do, even if they say they go swimming or canoeing, or they do both that and fuck while their children are watched." 

"Mom and Dad and aunt Wilma and uncle Walt also didn't say 'will you watch Heather or Marc so we can fuck', but it was soon obvious both couples did and they started teasing each other about it. 'Teasing and flirting is almost the same', Mom said, so what started as teasing the other couple about what they knew they were doing, became teasing them back with how good it had been, and how nice to do it outdoors in the sun, and how thrilling at places where people could walk into them, and soon they were teasing each other with all the nasty details of their fucking, and then they started hinting on how Walt would like to make out with Mom and Dad with Wilma and the other way around and then one night when Marc and I were sound asleep, and the four of them sat on the deck as it was a beautiful night, they were trying to convince the others they should go and watch us inside and they both refused to let the other couple have the fun, fucking under a starry sky, while they sat inside listening for us to get awake, but only hearing the others fuck on the deck, as the windows were open for it had been a hot day and there was no air conditioning. 




Grounded



'What the heck', Dad said at last, 'Go ahead, fuck your brains out, out here, but I'm gonna do the same with Barbara.' Wilma went inside after that, but only to switch off the lights in the porch and in the room with the windows facing the porch, then returned naked asking if the others could see. Dad said he would like to have the lights on again as he could not see what he had to see as she asked if he could. Wilma said, 'Good, then you won't see what Walt and I are doing.' Soon Walt's pants flew through the darkness to land on Mom and they returned the favour throwing all their clothes to the place where they could vaguely see the other couple laying together on one deckchair. Seems they put on quite a show for each other, knowing it would be mainly a radio play. 

Anyway they all got very excited and very vocal when they came, and both Mom and her sister noticed they made a mess of sticky fluids... Oh, I had promised no more nasty details. Sorry about that." 

"If your mother has told you and she doesn't mind you telling it to me, it's OK. I could learn something. I'm quite inexperienced as it comes to sex." 

"Good, the nasty details then. As far as she told me. She and Wilma were oozing sperm and pre-cum and their own juices that had been flowing abundantly during the 'radio play' and their thighs got sticky and they were about to get the deckchairs stained, so Wilma said 'I think I go watch the kids for a moment, for I have to go in to clean up a little as well.' And Mom went inside with her, both staggering like goose as they both were walking with a hand over their pussy to try and keep the fluids inside. They giggled endlessly when they saw each other after Wilma put on the light in the living room again. She tells me they were quite sure their men were watching them through the window, so they put on a show walking like goose and swaying their bums as they walked over to the door at the other side of the room. So far just joking, a little sexy but just jolly banter... Or am I so much used to swinging parents that I'm mistaken fucking side by side, just in the darkness, is jolly banter?" 

"People get carried away sometimes. You're right they were just having fun, fun in the sense your parents talk about having fun, but the normal way, with their own spouse." 

"Good, I'm not too brainwashed by my parents, or at least you can live with my moral standards. Anyway Mom and aunt Wilma went in the bathroom together and cleaned. That still isn't too weird, two sisters together in a bathroom cleaning themselves... if you forget about why and what they were cleaning. They watched Marc and I too, noticing we were still sound asleep, both in our own room, that was not entirely our own bedroom as we had to share it with our parents... I can't remember I complained about the sleeping arrangements in those days. Strange, I must have changed... So far so good. Then they went back to the deck, switching off the light in the living room so it would be totally dark on the deck again and each went to their own spouse... that is the deckchair were they left their own spouse. But they soon discovered the men were pulling a joke on them by switching places. Afterward Mom and aunt Wilma told they noticed as soon as their brothers kissed them welcome back on the deck, but they both also thought they could turn the joke on their own man, by doing like they didn't notice, as he would be knowing his wife was fooling around with their brother in law, but could not be blamed for it." 

"It sounds like a farce comedy to me," Harry interjected. 

"It was, but it didn't stay at kissing utmost passionate and cuddling very close and naked. Very soon they were on second base, feeling up each other, and it seemed no one was about to stop it telling the others had been fooled and soon the man were rock hard again... I saw that! Your wiener twitched. It's getting hard again from you listening to my story..." 

"Sorry." 

"Don't be. When you get hard I know I do a good job telling. Where was I... rock hard cocks, and those very soon where in pussies that had turned very wet again." Heather looked at Harry's wiener as she said that. She smiled knowingly when it twitched again. "No one had spoken a word, as no one wanted to give him or herself away by the familiar sound of their voice, but then otherwise they were more vocal than when they had been fucking their own spouse. Especially the sisters put on an even more erotic, or should I say pornographic, radio show. The men were merely grunting or making slapping sound, by banging their sisters's buttocks to cheer them on. It seems it takes men more time to come for a second time in a row, as they have to make new sperm to shoot, anyway Mom thought the fucking lasted at least twice as long, while they were fucking wilder than the first time. She told me when Dad does her a second time in a row it doesn't only last longer, but Dad fucks more leisurely. Leisurely fucks always last longer... I guess you knew that... But you wanted to learn so I confirm it... Did you know women usually need more time to cum, so a loving man better make it a leisurely fuck... Where was I again? 

They fucked both long and wild. Now Mom and Wilma came twice in one fuck. Anyway while they were having fun that way, the moon rose, if only less than half full, but gradually no one could keep pretending they couldn't see they had changed partners. Dad was the first to speak, still pretending he was fucking Mom. He said to Walt, 'Barbara is even hotter than the first time, I bet she likes fucking side by side. How's Wilma doing.' 'I don't know', said Walt, 'I just see Barbara here on my loins, fucking my brains out. I was wondering were Wilma was.' From that moment on it really was useless to pretend any longer. The men admitted they had been trying to prank their wives, but said they had expected it to end with screaming sisters somewhere while they were just kissing. The sisters stated they wanted to prank them back and just wanted to see how far their husbands were willing and daring to let the joke take them. Dad said he couldn't have hoped Mom would let him and Wilma go as far as they did, but to be honest he had hoped it would go as far as it had, if only for a change. Well that's how things got started. Later Walt and Wilma did the same with his brother and the wife of that brother and as he told my parents and asked if they were willing to share and have fun with the six of them, Dad said he would like to have fun too with Valery, the wife of his brother Vic, so another aunt and uncle of me. I could tell you how Mom and Dad seduced them and later introduced them to the club, but I think you can grasp that yourself. Anyway with eight members by then, you could call it a club. I think at the time there are eleven couples that participate in their club. Well that's about it." 

"Are they all family?" 

"No. Any of the four first wives also introduced their best friend and her husband, and uncle Vic introduced two good friends of him, of course with their wives. I am a child or a niece of only three of the couples. And don't think of it as incest. No one fucks his sister or her brother, or even a niece, just their family. Mom's cousin Claire and her man Chris also are members, but Mom with Chris or Dad with Claire also is just family in law. I thought the fun they have was at least normal in the sense man fucked women and women men, although sometimes two men fuck one woman or the other way around, but since I overheard the thing about the birthday present gang bang I know at least sometimes women in the group satisfy each other. More questions." 

Harry had to think about it, but all he could think of he put aside as not important as Heather had told him everything just to see how he would feel about her having parents and family like that. He was glad he knew now what she just told him, but it didn't change his mind about her. So at last he had just one question. 

"Are you still grounded next week Friday night?" 

"Why? Yes. Till Sunday thereafter." 

"That's a pity, because I'd like to take you with me that weekend to play beach volleyball." 

"Beach volleyball?" 

"Yes you're good at volleyball and mixed teams are allowed, so I wanted you to play with me at the annual beach volleyball tournament at my parents naked peoples club." 

"You ask me to join your family at a nudist weekend?" Heather jumped up from where she sat and embraced and kissed Harry. 

As soon as the latter had overcome his surprise over Heather's sudden behaviour it turned into a kiss that she would qualify as a real first base kiss. While the kiss lasted Heather changed from standing on the floor, bent over to Harry, to straddling his lap, and as she did and shifted forward, pressing her chest in his, they also touched crotches and as they still were naked, it was skin to skin crotches and chests touching breasts, so real second base stuff. 

Heather didn't let go for over a minute and Harry embraced her too, pulling her tits even firmer in his chest and feeling up her buttocks. It was frightfully thrilling being that close together, being that intimate, by far the most intimate he or she had ever been, but Heather interrupted the kiss. 

"What a nice way to say you really don't despise me for having swinger parents," she said then kissed him again. After an even longer kiss that got them even more excited, hot and bothered, Harry interrupted it. 

"Volunteering to join me at our naked peoples weekends, is the nicest way I can think of to tell me you don't despise me for having naturist parents and practising their manners myself." 

He really meant what he said, but he also had broken the kiss because he feared otherwise he would shoot his cum, still they kissed some more. As they did Heather wiggled her buttocks on Harry's lap. As she shifted backward Harry's new hard-on that had been touching the crack of her buttocks, jumped free and up and she trapped it between their bellies by shifting forward again. She resumed wiggling, rolling Harry's hard-on between their bellies like you'd roll a piece of dough between your hands and the kitchen counter when you make a baguette. At first Harry felt bad he got hard and tried to hold back, but he was also very pleased with the playful way Heather showed she liked she could get him rock hard and throbbing, even while she disliked her parents sex live so much and wanted to save herself for marriage. It made him overcome his embarrassment, so he felt just happiness and excitement. Then Heather broke the kiss again. 

"I like it, you get hard each time I kiss or touch you. I'm kind of proud I can get a nudist guy a stiffy." 

"Is the talking over now?" Harry asked, "So we can feel each other up not to waste the time we have to sit naked together anyway." 

"I would like to talk about history some more as you do it so enthusiastically, but we're not allowed to do homework anymore. No other items on my agenda. Is there anything in particular you would want to feel up." 

"I would love to feel you up all over... But since you wanted second base stuff and I only felt your breasts, and since you felt my dick and nuts, I'd like to touch your pussy in particular." 

"I was hoping you would, but when you did you would be the very first boy doing that. I wouldn't be your first girl though." 

"No! You would be," Harry protested, "Why do you think I feel up other girls, let alone their pussies?" 

"You go to a naked peoples club. Would be a waste of being nude with everyone there and not feel up the beautiful girls." 

"The naturist club isn't a sex club. Naturists in the club might even behave themselves more than people in normal weekend resorts," Harry felt he had to explain. He had hoped Heather would not have this prejudice about naturist, but he knew it was common. "I mean they are very inclined to respect each other's privacy zones, and surely they don't feel each other up. The most touchy I've seen people there was at the end of a dancing night when there was slow music. But all couples that danced close, embracing each other and touching chest to chest while dancing, all those were couples already, husbands and wives or at least steady boy- and girlfriends. Really, apart from that it is not the least a bit sexual at our club. Maybe also apart from what they do when they are one on one at some place and time. Their beds, or a far corner of the resort late at night." Harry had remembered something he thought he had to tell as Heather had been honest and open too, "In fact I've witnessed by accident a couple that did it on a clearing in the shrubbery on the far side of the pond. I was looking for our cat and I heard noises that didn't sound like Tom... you know our cat's name is Tom, don't you?... I thought it was a couple of hedgehogs, and I sneaked up to where the noise came from and I thought I was lucky as they didn't run away, but then I saw the couple. Only in the very dim light and through the leaves and branches, but I saw the guy on his back on the ground, the gal squatted over his loins, moving up and down. As soon as I knew what they were doing I sneaked back even more careful than I had sneaked up to them. Later I thought they would have been more terrified when they knew I had seen them than I was for being coughed spying on them." 

"I walk in to my parents going at it often enough," Heather interrupted, "They are quite careless as it comes to making sure they have their privacy to do it. They don't seem to care too much when I walk in on them. They don't stop doing it, just look at me and ask 'Would you mind doing your things somewhere else for a moment' or 'There's an ice cream for you in the fridge.' I told you my parents are quite unusual." 

"So we're lucky they told us to stay upstairs?" 

"They never start fucking when I'm in the room. If I don't leave when they start necking they will ask me to within a minute or two." 

"It sounds like they are quite normal in that respect, only more casual about it than most parents." 

"You keep being mild about their behaviour. Thanks. But tell me more of the naturist live style." 

"I thought talking was over for tonight." 

"You want to touch me? Touch my pussy?" 

"Feel you all over, so also your pussy." 

"You still got a boner. A very nice stiffy. OK, you may touch me all over so also my pussy. I'm glad I am your first girl." 

"To be completely honest, I remember touching a girls pussy at the resort, but that's when we were only six or something. She wanted to hold my wiener as I would pee, and I let her as she wanted to write her name in the sand with my wee-wee. Then later she wanted to strike out her name with her own wee-wee and she said she could pee standing upright as well as a boy. She stood in front of her name in the sand with her legs spread and her hips forward and I thought it would fall down just in the sand between her feet, but she really started a jet of water going forward and down in a curve and I didn't want her to delete her name so I put my hand over her pussy and we both got very wet and dirty. She was a little angry with me, not because I touched her pussy or made her dirty with her own urine, but because I didn't let her pee over her name. Then I made up to her by jumping up and down over her name, deleting it with my feet and we went in the pond to clean ourselves. When we were friends again, and still friends in crime -we were not allowed to pee on the little beach- she wanted to have a better look at my wiener as she only had a sister. I wasn't too eager to let her, but she offered I could have a better look at her pussy. That's what we did, laying down on the sand on our sides with our faces near each other's crotches. She used her hands too and when I said I couldn't see much as her pussy was mostly hidden between her legs, she stuck up one leg in the air and showed me how to open up her pussy lips with my fingers then left it to me as she went on looking at my foreskin sliding off my glans and back again as she moved it with her hand. As I was having a good look in her opened up pussy she suddenly started to pee again. I remember so well as I thought it odd she had a larger opening to pee from than I had, but when she did it came from a place more to the front, where I had not noticed a pee opening before. Well she laughed as she had peed on me and I got angry, but we cleaned again in the pond and she made up with me by sharing her sweets with me later... That's all the nasty details. I thought you liked nasty details." 

"I do, but your wiener not, he's deflating. Maybe he's right. It were very childish nasty details. Shall I kiss you hard again?" 

"Kiss on the lips, with tongues? Or were you thinking of kissing a wiener." 

"Kissing a wiener is third base, anyway when it's a sucking kiss." 

"And you don't want to reach third base. OK, I didn't ask you to kiss my wiener, I just asked what you meant when you wanted to kiss him hard again. He'll get hard probably when you touch him again." 

"I didn't plan to reach third base, but I also didn't plan on reaching the first or second." Heather took Harry's dick in her hands again, and he had been right it would get hard again. "Third base is very, very intimate for a teenage girl not wanting to marry before she's graduated at university and threatening her horny parents not to fuck before marriage." 

"I said we don't have to go to third base if you don't want. But I think I would be very, very happy if you let me be the one to marry you in the end." 

"Is that a proposal?"m 

In a way it was a proposal, anyway Harry had been very honest again. For some time now he had been thinking of Heather as the one to spend the rest of his life with, a thing he had never thought of in connection with any other girl. On the other hand he had not planned to propose as he knew he was very young and in other fields of interest he had learned, once bitten, twice shy, not to expect the first shot would be the best, so wait a little and look around some more. But he had looked at Heather a lot more from both sides that night, and learned a lot of very private things about her that not scared him away -she had told him more than twice- so he felt more sure than ever he wanted her in every respect. 

"I think it was. I only didn't plan to propose tonight already. I could wait till I am twenty five. But if I had found the right girl, twenty also would have been a good age to do it, but I think I found the right girl already, so yes, let me pop the question. Heather Thomson, will you marry me?" 

Heather let go his dick to embrace him and as he thought she was going to kiss him, first base style, again she stopped in her track to say, "Yes, I will, if you can wait till I'm a DMath or at least twenty five." Then she kissed him eagerly holding him tight. And he kissed and hugged her back. And as far as he had not been hard already he was within seconds. They kissed for a long time, only pausing for breath, then smiling happily at each other and continuing kissing. At last, during the umpteen's breath break, Harry spoke again. 

"I promised your dad to tell him as soon as I had popped the question and you would have said 'Yes'." 

Heather was quite surprised he had already announced to her father he was going to propose to her, so Harry had to explain again what had been said between him and her father at the front door and that he had been speaking only theoretically about what to tell the parents of a daughter he was befriended to. Heather didn't resume the kiss however, nor let him go downstairs to tell her dad, as they were still grounded upstairs, but she said now they were engaged she thought third base would only be fair, because normal people didn't engage before they had at least reached that base. She made Harry lay down on his side and laid down herself in sixty nine style so they could touch each other's genitals and have a close look. 




Groundhog Daze



I would like to thank a couple on this site who have inspired me. First of all, DanielleKitten who can write such vivid descriptions and eloquent stories as to make me see them. She really should be published. Second, Drksideofthemoon a really good author who found his niche' in his Montana Summer series which has us all clamoring for more. I only wish I had half their talent. Please try to be kind to my feeble offerings. 

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7 AM, Saturday, February 2nd 

My head was pounding,, my stomach felt like the sixth fleet was running maneuvers inside it, and my vision was blurry at best. I was awakened by a light tapping on my door, disturbing my much needed 'beauty' sleep after the previous nights 'celebration'. I had just lost my fifth job in as many weeks, my temper getting me fired again. I had also totaled my car while driving drunk and lost my license. I had a bad six months since graduating high school recently. The tapping persisted.

"What the fuck do you want?" I casually asked. Yeah, that was about as casual as a speeding semi rear ending you. My twin sister popped her head in and considered my suave appearance and the obvious divine fragrance of my room.

"Mom said breakfast is ready if you want it. Are you ok Bill? You look and smell awful." Jenny inquired. She is a beautiful girl with a sweet disposition. She is everything I am not. With her long blond hair, blindingly bright blue eyes and trim petite 5'2" figure she is the All-American babe. It is hard to believe we are even related, much less twins. We used to be so close before our dad John passed away two years ago of brain cancer. I have treated her like a pest at best ever since. Come to think of it I treat everybody that way. I am the ultimate equal opportunity asshole. Jenny was regarding me with a look on her face which I cannot describe as disgust, maybe just disappointment. I was most certainly a disappointment to a lot of folks lately, my mother being on top of the list. My twin was close runner up. While my valedictorian sister was attending the local University on a free ride scholarship her twin was having a hard time holding a menial job. College was out of the question for me at this stage of life. I quit caring about school, or life for that matter after dad passed. That left my GPA somewhere just above the dope heads in the school. Sort of like the Detroit Lions, I was able to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory at the last minute in the game of my life. Yeah, we are both losers. 

"Godammit Jenny, I just want to sleep." I screamed as loud as the bass drum pounding in my head allowed me to. Jen looked at me a second, broke into tears and fled down the hall to her room, leaving my door open. Just great, now I have to get up and close the damn door too. Fucking marvelous! I decided I might as well get up as I would not likely be able to sleep anyhow. I rose and regarded my desk calendar to see if I had any emergency meetings with my board of directors or anything else pressing on my busy schedule. Fucking Groundhog Day! What a waste of a good day celebrating some dumb superstition. Who the fuck cares! I wandered out in the hall toward the shower. My sister came out of her room just as I was going past, her eyes red and swollen from the crying. I was trying to ignore her, but she gasped loudly looking at me. I raised my aching head to see what I had done to offend the princess now. She was staring intently at my groin where my seven inch fat willy was hard as a rock leading my way, poking straight out of my boxers. I just wandered on into the bathroom, feeling much too hung over to even acknowledge my indiscretion. I got in the shower after losing my boxers and pissing. I proceeded to attempt to drown myself in self pity and hot water. God, why do I do that to Jenny all the time? She has never been nasty to me in her life. She was probably the best part of my worthless life. I was finally beginning to see that. Now I really felt like a worthless shit.

After rinsing myself off and climbing out of the shower, I realized my mother had done laundry and taken all of the towels out of the bathroom. Oh shit, I guess I will just have to hoof it across the hall and hope no one is there, not that I really cared if anyone saw me right now. Like I said before, who the fuck cares? Of course Jenny came bounding up the stairs just as I stepped out of the shower. Boy, I was on a roll today. I figured I would ignore my state of undress hoping it would not offend or frighten the princess.

"I'm sorry about everything this morning Jen." I muttered almost under my breath. The bass drums in my head were not real happy with me talking at all, much less louder than a whisper. I really felt like a shit and though I have yelled at her and abused her loving nature, I always apologize, not that that makes it right. I was still an asshole, just a polite one! She stepped to me, and wrapping her arms around my neck, kissed me on the lips. Her scantily clothed body was pressed tightly to me, her abundant breasts pressed to my naked chest. Willy liked the sensation and rose to greet her tummy properly before the hug ended. I was red faced with embarrassment despite my condition. 

"Well, I see some part of you is alive," she giggled, regarding my hard on once again. I lowered my head in shame. 

"I'm sorry Jen. That thing has a mind of its' own," I offered in apology again.

"From what I can see, you have nothing to apologize for," she giggled and darted into her room before I could react. God, what a tease! After all the crap I have put her through lately, she still can find it in her heart to flirt with me. I would have to do something really uncharacteristically nice for her to make it up. I was determined to start treating her better. She did nothing to deserve me and my attitude. 

I got dressed and went downstairs to see my mother in the kitchen with her gardening gloves on. She took a long hard look at me and waved me to the table to sit. I did as instructed. I knew she was mad at me again. I was as ready as I could ever be for the lecture to start. It never happened, at least not that way. She made me some toast and poured me a cup of coffee and brought me two aspirin without saying anything.

"Thanks Mom"

"Bill, I am getting pretty tired of your attitude lately and I think I and Jen have a plan to help you. Your sister loves you and you treat her badly too. We both want you to be happy. I have scheduled an appointment with a counselor next week for you to get some help with your temper. This is not optional. You will go. You will also be working for me now at home. I will have a list of chores for you to do every day around the house. I will give you an allowance to spend and credit the rent you will be paying me to live here now. You will not be allowed to go out until your chores are done each day. Sunday you will have off. I will expect you to go shopping with me when I request without any back talk. I also expect you to accompany your sister wherever she needs you to go to help her. In return, she will drive you to wherever you need to go within reason. I will expect you to also give her gas money for this service. Lastly, you will treat Jen and I with respect. If you feel you cannot do this you can pack up and get out now. Do you have any questions?" I was flabbergasted! She was serious. She had not raised her voice once, just that quiet determination that brooks no arguments. Somehow, this was much more frightening than her yelling. Even in my semi-comatose state this frightened me. I knew this was my last chance with her and Jen. I decided I was sure going to try.

"No mam."

"Ok, when you get done with your breakfast I want you outside with me to help with the garden," as she rose and headed out the back door.

"And I expect you to apologize to your sister for this morning," she added as an afterthought as she walked out, not listening for my comment. At least I had that part done. I cleaned up my dishes and went out back. My mother had me dig up all around the house for some new flowers and shrubs we were going to put in. I worked like an animal all day, stopping only for water when Jen brought me one late in the afternoon. I thanked her and she kissed my cheek. Mom saw this and smiled, probably glad I was being nice finally. 

By dinner time I was dog tired, hungry and sore, but somehow I felt better than I had in months. I had gotten a lot done and was proud of myself, something I had not been in who knows how long. I went in after Mom told me I could stop for today. I washed up and flopped in the lazy boy chair. Next thing I know I feel lips on my cheek, waking me gently. I opened my eyes to Jenny close up, staring at me, smiling. God, she is beautiful, I thought.

"Dinner is ready Bill." Jenny regarded me for a second longer, then went into the dining room. I joined them for a wonderful meal. Jen had cooked a roast while Mom and I were working outside. She had salad, baked yams with brown sugar and garlic mashed potatoes. It was fabulous. She is a good cook and will make some lucky guy a wonderful wife. Why did I feel a pang of jealousy when I thought of my sister married to someone else? I thought about my feelings for her as I finished my meal. 

"Jen, that was wonderful and you are truly a great cook. I enjoyed it a lot." Jen pulled herself from the table and came over to me. She pushed me back from the table and climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. I held her loosely, wondering what was going on.

"You're welcome big brother." She had always referred to me as that even though she was technically fifteen minutes older. I guess the fact that I stood 6' 2" and 210 pounds to her 5' 2" 100 pounds probably had something to do with it. She leaned down and kissed my lips tenderly like a lover, not a sister. I was now fully aroused and willy was poking her in the ass as she finished the kiss. I was dumbstruck and just sat there pondering what was going on. Jen had to feel it. Mom was smiling the whole time, watching. I stared back into those beautiful blue orbs looking for a clue. Anyone could and would lose themselves in those eyes! I was certainly no exception. God, she is beautiful I thought to myself as willy was getting painfully cramped.

"You see how nice your sister is when you treat her nice," Mom noted. My head was spinning and my mind would not grasp what was happening to me. I could not breathe. I was trembling and Jen felt it. I felt as though I had lost use of my faculties and my body was going into meltdown. I was excited, frightened, and apprehensive to name a few of the various emotions I have not let loose for a long time.

"It's OK to feel something Bill. I am trying to show you how to have love in your life again, to think about something or someone besides yourself. You might even like it. I know I have a wonderful twin brother lurking in there trying to get out, and I want him back. I miss him very much. I think you forgot how to love after Dad passed. I am going to help you in my own way. I hope you don't mind my methods sweety?" She just called me sweety? I haven't been that to anyone ever before. I have never had a real girlfriend. When I was discovering girls my Dad was very sick and I was needed to help at home with him, so Jen and I had no real social life during high school. Jen cried for two days after the funeral but then got better. I never cried. I withdrew from life. I became an asshole, mad at the world that could take my father away so unfairly. I returned her kiss. It was soft, sweet, and oh so nice. I could really get to like this! Is this what it is like to have a girlfriend? I was excited at the possibilities. But, damn it, she's my sister. I can't have her as a girlfriend no matter how nice she is. CRAP, life is so unfair.

I rose, lifting Jen back on her feet, and sprinted up the stairs to my room. I needed to get away before I was tempted to do something I shouldn't. She is my sister. I am supposed to protect her from assholes like me, not be one. I was shaking still and distraught and needed time to think. Jen called out to me as I ran, puzzled at my actions, but I ignored her, seeking the solace of my room. Locking the door, I threw myself on my bed and wept. Everything was going through my mind at once. My life before Dad passed ran through my mind but now everything seemed so confusing. I tried to remember how well Jen and I got along before. Dad had always told me it was my job to protect my 'little sister', that it was my 'brotherly duty. He was always reminding me of this fact. He had told me numerous times how he had saved his little sister from certain social doom or worse in high school. It seemed like eons ago, but I fondly remembered how Jenny and I used to be each others' best friend and confidant. We even used to sneak into each others beds at night and cuddle together when we were scared or lonely. These times were completely innocent, but our folks would have probably killed us if they had caught us. I missed those days and the closeness I used to have with my twin. I drifted off to a restless sleep with that thought on my mind. 

I awoke around 2am and found a blanket over me. I was still dressed. I arose and went to the bathroom. I heard soft moaning coming from Jen's room. I stood by her closed door and listened closely. That is when my life as I knew it ended, or so I thought at the time. I heard a man's voice in her room and from the noises, they were having sex. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! I slowly opened the door to see Brad Johnson lying on top of Jen with her legs in the air and he was thrusting into her hard and fast. She was moaning in pain but was not telling him to stop. I stayed long enough to hear him grunt and cum in her. I had heard and seen enough. Damn, she is not a virgin anymore. I now realized that I had secretly hoped I would be her first, but now that was shot to hell. I could not breathe. My heart was going a thousand miles per hour and I could not focus my eyes for the tears. I stumbled somehow back to my room, hauling out my secret stash. Me and Mr. Jack Daniels were going to have a long talk! 

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I was awakened by a light tapping on my door. I was so tired and hung over again. Who the hell was bothering me at this hour?

"What!" I screamed at the interruption of my 'beauty' sleep. My sister Jenny stuck her head in and considered me. I was tenting the covers with a piss hard on and she noted it and smiled.

"Mom said breakfast is ready if you want some. Are you OK Bill?" she asked me sweetly.

"What do you care, you slut!" She gasped at me, disbelief apparent on her face as she turned, slammed my door and ran down the hallway, crying. I heard her slam her door shut but could hear her sobbing still. She was really crying hard. In my mind she deserved it. How dare she let some jack ass jock into her room in the middle of the night and screw his brains out while I slept down the hall? How dare she give her virginity to an asshole jock like Brad? I was sick to my stomach and this was not making anything better. I rolled back over to go back to sleep. My head hurt, my stomach was in knots and I felt as if I was going to vomit, and it was not the hangover doing it. I felt utterly betrayed and alone. How could I ever look at her again after what I had seen last night?

Since I had already been awakened, and with the thoughts about Jenny running through my bourbon infused brain, sleep was not going to happen any time soon. I checked my computer and as it booted up the E-mail program I noticed the date. That just cannot be right! Yesterday was Saturday. I cancelled the E-mail and launched my Clock sync program. This program reads the time and date from the atomic clock at the National Bureau of Standards. It is THE standard for time in this country. It returned from its' sync and confirmed my worst nightmare. It was still Groundhog Day. How the fuck did that happen? SHIT! Now what do I do? This is like a bad nightmare. Surely this doesn't really happen in real life does it? My name is not Bill Murray. I don't like Groundhogs, in fact I think it is a stupid day spent celebrating a stupid rodents' ability to see his shadow. Of all the stupid, 'who the fuck cares' Hallmark or other special days, this one rates right up there at the top of the list. So, what the hell am I doing stuck in this 'time loop' for lack of a better word. Oh, my head really hurts now. I decide to lay on my bed and let the throbbing ease up a bit as I consider my options here. Right now, everything hurts too much to think that much.

I must have fallen asleep, because I was awakened by a soft knock at my door again. I got up to answer it this time. Jenny was there in her pajamas still. Her eyes were red, her face wet and blotchy from all the crying, her hair was a bedraggled, wet mess. She looked awful.

"Why did you say that to me Bill? That was really mean. Do you really think I am a slut?" she blubbered, attempting to keep from crying again. This was obviously important to her, and through the magic of this time loop I seem to be in, I have really seriously offended my beautiful sister who has no idea what she has done wrong since she has not done it yet. Oh, god, my head hurts! How am I going to explain this. She doesn't just think I am an asshole now, she KNOWS it! 

She looked at me so forlornly. It shot straight into my heart. Oh my God, I had really blown it again!!! She would never talk to me after this and when she let Mom know, I would be out on my ass in the street. This is the time for some really fast thinking and major sucking up, at least as far as Jenny is concerned. God, she doesn't deserve what I just did to her. Right at this moment I would have to rise considerably in the evolutionary food chain to reach whale dung.

"Jen, I am so sorry. You didn't deserve that. You don't deserve me and my shit. I had a bad dream and when you startled me, I reacted to the dream. It was not meant for you. I am so very sorry." I related, sweating, hoping she bought my BS story. Now she could get a good whiff of my Jack Daniels cologne and winced, realizing I was probably still drunk or hung over.

"Get a shower and I'll talk to you later. I don't normally talk to drunks," she sniffed as she pulled herself free from me and again locked herself in her room. Boy, what an asshole I was there. That was close. I hoped that Mom did not hear that fight. I would be out the door without any further ado. Since it is still Saturday and Groundhog Day (again) she has not had Brad in her room yet, and her virtue is still intact, but not for long unless I can change things today. But how do I do that? I did not have a plan or a clue but I was determined to do so. AS much as Jenny does not deserve me, she definitely does not deserve the likes of Brad Johnson! ARGH! 

I did as she said and got in the shower. Again I was trying to drown my sorrows in self pity. I finished my shower just as Jen walked in with a towel. She stared at my nudity only briefly before winking at me and sauntered back out, wiggling her sexy ass for show. She turned and winked at me over her shoulder at the door as she was turning to her room. She left the towel on the sink. 

"Thanks Jen," I yelled after her. I don't know if she was just trying to be nice to me or wanted another look at me naked, but I preferred to consider it was the former. It was obvious my indiscretions had been forgiven just like that. 

Now, here she was really flirting with me hard, and speaking of hard... I also realized I did not deserve her. She was a saint to me and I am always giving her a hard time. That's it, St. Jenny! God, I felt like such a shit now.

I dressed and went downstairs to 'the talk' same as yesterday (today repeated??). I worked my ass off again and when Jenny brought me a drink I grabbed her in a bear hug, lifted her off her feet, spun her around and kissed her cheek, giving her a loud razzberry. I have not done that to her since we were twelve. She giggled and kissed me on the lips as I held her. Mom stopped and watched her offspring cavorting like little kids again, then smiled as Jen had laid her latest lip lock on me. She headed into the house.




Groundhog Daze



"Jen, I am so sorry for this morning. I really do love you. I just can't seem to express it very well lately." She stared into my eyes and smiled like she was seeing me for the first time. She threw her arms around my head and kissed me on the lips so hard I thought my toes would curl. WOW, was that hot! 

"Bill, I love you too." I returned the kiss, softly pushing my tongue between her lips, probing hesitantly. She parted her lips, granting me access, while darting her tongue to wrap about and play with mine. I was still holding her up off her feet. We were at eye level, and I stared back into her beautiful blue orbs and could see nothing but love and passion. She doesn't just love me as her twin brother, she really is 'in love' with me. Those beautiful eyes, the sight glass into her soul were spelling it out to me loudly. This realization brought a whole slew of raw emotions from me that had been so deeply buried in my psyche for the last two years. I further realized my true feelings for her were more like true love for a mate than a sister. I was 'in love' with her too. Now how do we deal with this? I can't fall in love with my sister. It is so wrong. That is incest. They arrest people for that. But, how is she dealing with that little fact? I also now knew that she has been in love with me for a long time. I held her tightly and peered into the blue sapphires of her eyes, contemplating how I was going to handle this.

"I think we need to talk Jen."

"Yes, I think we do. Come to my room tonight after dinner to help me with my homework. I will tell Mom I need your help with some interviews I have to do for my psychology class. That should assure our privacy for a while."

"Ok, that sounds good." I watched her as she walked back to the house, studying her sexy ass as it swayed provocatively. She looked back over her shoulder, her long blond hair flying in the breeze, caught me staring and winked. When she turned back she was wiggling her ass even more for my benefit. Little flirt! She was so beautiful and sexy and could probably have any guy she wanted, so why would she waste her time on me? That was the total mystery I hoped to solve later. With a sigh I returned to my labor. 

Mom called me for dinner a little over an hour later. I went upstairs to wash up. I was ravenous, but felt good, really good for a change. I found myself whistling to myself, something I used to do frequently. I am actually pretty good at it and can hold a tune pretty well. 

I was trying to be nicer to Jen like my mother had told me, but I realized there was soon to be more to our relationship than harmless flirting. I ran across the hall to the shower naked. Jenny just giggled from her doorway as I sprinted across, obviously enjoying our little flirting game. I just grinned at the thought of her brother, the nudist, flirting with his beautiful sister. Yesterday I was naked in front of her twice. This was getting to be a habit. She did not remember it since yesterday was today again. Does this make any sense? I hope so. I showered and found a pair of boxers waiting on the sink for me as I got out. Jen must have done that for me. I figured she was probably tired of seeing me naked or continuing to be my super nice twin sister. I definitely did not deserve anyone as good as her. I dressed in my boxers and a pair of shorts and threw on a t-shirt, having no plans to go out tonight. I would be 'helping' Jen in her room with homework later if all went as planned. I went downstairs to a wonderful dinner that Mom had made tonight.

Mom and Jenny were already seated at the table waiting for me. Someone had already filled my plate. Both the women in my life were smiling as I approached. They both also looked great. Mom and Jen could be mistaken as sisters. Mom has some worry lines, no doubt caused from actual worry with the ordeal of my dad's protracted illness. She will be celebrating the big 4-0 next month, but still looks like half that. Her hair is kept shorter than her daughters, but her face and body are otherwise a clone. Both are beautiful women. I am starting to realize how lucky I am to have these beauties in my life, and to think I almost lost them to my depression and stupidity. God, what a fool I have been! 

I sat down and ate my dinner. Dinner is usually a pretty quiet affair with me usually only talking long enough to piss someone off again. Tonight was indeed a delight with talk ranging from Jen's class schedule to my rehab. Both seemed to delight in my progress so far. Mom even quoted some ridiculous jokes she had read on her E-mail. My aunt Betty, Dad's sister in California, is constantly sending her that stuff. She and my Dad were always very close. My mom and her were now closer than ever since my Dad's passing. Anyway, the Email jokes were actually pretty funny tonight. When I openly laughed at the jokes, it got suddenly quiet, like I had done something wrong.

"Bill, it sure is good to see you laughing again. I don't think Jen or I have heard that in two years now." Jen shook her head in agreement. Jen then told Mom about me helping her with her Psych homework. Mom seemed to think that was a great idea. I also added that I had a movie for us to watch if she finished her homework. I invited Mom to join us if she wanted, but she declined, saying she was trying to finish a book she had been reading. She seemed pleased that I had included her though and smiled warmly at me. Jen smirked at me, a non-verbal 'nicely done' apparent in that smile. We used to be the masters of this type of communication but I had not had much practice lately. It was nice to see we were still on the same wavelength. I got up from the table, announcing I would take care of the dishes. Both Jen and Mom stared at me openly again, unsure if their hearing had failed.

"I don't recall Bill EVER offering to do that, do you Jen. Did you see the blue light last night that sucked your brother's brain out?" Mom chuckled. Jen, playing along and obviously enjoying the ribbing of me, chuckled and replied.

"No Mom, I didn't see it happen, but it is pretty certain those pesky aliens have visited and taken his brain for study. Good news is they won't find much worth studying." Jen was openly laughing now. Mom joined in. I went about picking up the dishes from the table.

"Ha, Ha, very funny. See how often I offer to do this again!" I replied in jest, trying like hell to sound sincere. I don't think either of them were buying it, but it was worth a shot. Mom and Jen rose from the table and tackled me simultaneously, hauling me to the ground quite unceremoniously. Jen sat straddling my waist and Mom on my feet. Jen bent and kissed me sensuously as Mom held my legs. I could not see Mom but I heard her sigh as if pleased to see us being so close again. I lifted Jen off me and easily set her aside me as I reached for Mom. She allowed me to haul her up on top of me for a kiss which I intended to do on her cheek, but she was having no part of that! Peering into my eyes from atop me she bent and kissed me like a lover. Wow, now I know where Jen gets it! Whew, was that hot or what. I looked into Mom's eyes, searching out an answer. She could sense what I was thinking before I mouthed it. 

"I love you Bill and I am so proud of your return to us. I know your father would be proud also. He always wanted us to care for each other after he left us, and getting you back has finally brought that true. Jen and I are doing this for you and also for your father. I hope you understand." Mom told me as she arose, letting Jen crawl back on me.

"Thanks Bill. I wouldn't want you to think we were not grateful." Mom added, as she came up from the kiss that had surprised me with it's intensity, staring lovingly at her son and daughter playfully teasing each other again. It had been so long and she was so happy to see me turning around and close with my twin sister again. It was coming along much faster than either she or Jen had predicted when they had come up with this plan to save me from myself. Of course, I was blissfully unaware of these plans at this time. Jen bent and laid a huge lip lock on me again, her tongue seeking out my mouth in the middle of it. I stared back at my beautiful twins' baby blues, trying to gauge what she was thinking. I saw only love reflected in her eyes. She got up off me and pulled me up to my feet before swatting my ass playfully.

"Better get those dishes done buddy. I still need your help for my homework." Jen added, giggling.

I flashed a mock shocked look at her and caught her staring at my crotch, which, with her recent perch on my waist, had grown to an embarrassingly hard state, tenting the shorts I wore. She winked saucily and turned to her room, giggling again. What a tease! I pressed on with my task, intent to get done as soon as possible and spend more quality time with my very hot sister. And, with luck, it looked as if it would be some really good 'quality time' we would be spending this evening. My hard on bounced inside my shorts all during my task, leaving me frustrated and horny. I loaded the dishwasher and sprinted up the stairs, two at a time. 

I walked into Jen's open door upon arrival. She arose, closed and locked it after I came in. We really did not need any interruptions from Mom right now. I was determined to discuss my developing relationship with my sexy sister and did not need Mom intruding on that. Not that I ever had a sexual relationship with her, or anyone before, but we were not old enough at that time. Now we were, our bodies achieving maturity. Our minds obviously mature also. I just needed to see how she and I were going to deal with the fact of incest. Jen seemed to want a sexual relationship with me. I still had to get over the 'incest' problem in my mind. Jen had obviously worked this out a long time ago. I did know that I truly loved her. I also knew that love was very important to my life and future happiness and I would do anything to keep that. Of that much I was very sure.

Jen surprised me as she actually DID have some psychology interviews to do for her class, and who better to interview for a chapter on depression than her asshole brother who is still battling the after effects of severe depression in his life. That took us about a half hour, upon which Mom came up with snacks for us on a tray. She included a bottle of wine and glasses. Jen and I caught this fact together and looked at each other with the same wonder.

"What's the occasion Mom? You never give us wine," Jen inquired, beating me to the punch. I just nodded my head in agreement, looking like the doggy in the back window of a car.

"Well, it is to celebrate Bill's return to us as a human being and member of the family again. I am also glad to see you two getting close again. You two were always very close, sometimes to the exclusion of everyone else. I and your father always chuckled at how close you were and some of your antics. We always knew you loved each other. The nights we had storms, we would leave the door open to see when Jen would come to your room Bill. It was just a matter of time. It always was a source of pride to your father that you could rely so heavily on each other. He always wanted you to care for Jenny as he had Betty. He was very proud of you doing that by offering her solace from the storm in your bed and arms. We were both very proud of your relationship, and sometimes a little jealous." Mom explained.

"You mean you knew when we slept together and didn't say anything?" I asked, quite surprised.

"Those nights were Dad's favorites since he knew you were taking care of your sister. He always told you that was your duty to take care of her. Maybe you remember him saying that to you. It might make more sense now."

"I remember hearing Dad tell you that one time and thinking 'I can take care of myself, I don't need a boy to do that for me' when I was very young, but as I grew older it was very nice to have Bill's shoulder to cry on and bed to crawl into for comfort, but I never suspected you guys knew about that stuff," Jen replied. 

"We were both very proud of you two. We only wanted the best for you both. You always took good care of Jenny, Bill. Your father always worried about her since she was so pretty and small, afraid someone was going to take advantage. It was comforting to know that Bill would never allow that to happen, or if it did, God help the sorry individual who did. Dad was so proud of you when you found out about the prom incident and wanted to kill that Jake Smalley who attacked your sister. It was all we could do to hold him down Jen. I know you never knew about that. Bill was ready to kill for you. Dad and I were very afraid that he would have done it too if we had not gone to the police that night and taken him with us. Do you remember what the detective told you that night Bill?" Mom asked as Jen stole a longing glance at me. I had forgotten all about that incident.

"Yes, I remember it now. He told me I could not protect her if I was in jail, and that scum was not worth it." Jen squealed and jumped on my lap, surprising me and Mom alike. She kissed and hugged me.

"My hero! I love you so much Bill. Why didn't you ever tell me this?" Jen asked, while perched on my lap, causing a painful swelling in my shorts. I just shrugged.

"I really didn't think I needed to tell you how stupid I almost was. I really did consider it my job to take care of you always. I just didn't talk about it. I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry for Bill. That is why your father and I were never concerned with you two being together. We knew how much you loved, and would never hurt one another. It was a great source of pride for us to see how independent you two could be, yet had each other if you needed it. Dad knew about his illness for years and that he would not be around to always protect and guide you two as he thought he should. You have no idea how glad he was that he did not have to carry that burden. He had enough worries with his failing health. He knew with certainty that Jen would always be protected and loved." Mom added, now crying. Jen arose from me and went to Mom, hugging her, matching her tear for tear now. It seemed we were going to have a family cry-fest. Oh, well, where are those Kleenex when you need them. I went and brought them a box each. I got kisses from both as I returned.

"Who's ready for a glass of wine?" I asked as I filled a glass for Jen and one for Mom, handing it to them. Mom handed hers back to me.

"This is for you two to celebrate your rediscovered relationship. I am very proud of you both. I will be reading in my room if you want me, but otherwise I will leave you alone for now. I am so proud and love you both." I hugged and kissed Mom on the cheek, but she returned one to my lips, then she did the same to Jen. She and Jen then held their foreheads together for a second, just staring at each other, as if exchanging confidences together silently. I had no idea what these two had planned or talked about without my knowledge. I would soon see.

Mom went back to her room, shutting her door and locking it, something she NEVER did. I guess she was pretty sincere about giving us our privacy. I grasped Jen about the waist as she stood looking out the door and hugged her to me lovingly. I bent and kissed her neck, then moved up to her earlobe and whispered into her ear.

"I think we should talk now, don't you?" Jen turned in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck and planted one of her famous (well, with me anyway) lip locks and then stared into my eyes. I could see the love and adoration shining in those beautiful eyes. They answered most of my questions without a word.

"Talk is over rated." Jen whispered sexily in my ear. She took my hand and led me to her bed. She crawled up and lay down in the center, beckoning me with a crook of her finger, a 'come hither' smile adorning that beautiful face. I did not know where this was leading, but I knew in my heart I would do anything for my loving sister, and if that meant becoming her lover, I would without question. 

Despite her sexy remark, we spent most of the night talking, with some kissing and a little groping, but we both kept our clothes on, well sort of. We were taking this slow. We finished the wine and crawled into bed together in just our underwear. It was so great to hold her in my arms as I spooned her from behind. She remarked how safe she always felt in my arms. I was also reminded how much I relished having her snuggling next to me. We had discussed how we each felt about the incest taboo. Neither of us were all that concerned by it. Our love for each other felt so natural and right to us, who had the right to tell us we were wrong. We weren't hurting anyone. I found out, as I suspected, that Jen was on the pill, as per Mom's insistence after the attempted date rape incident. We discussed where we each felt our relationship was headed. I felt that we would be boyfriend/girlfriend right now and would see where we went from there. Jen had hoped for more, but was willing to accede to my slower relationship. We both agreed that we would definitely be each other's first sexual partner, we just differed when that would be. Jen was ready tonight. I wanted more time to be sure of myself. I kissed her tenderly on the neck as I held her spooned to me. We fell asleep in each other's arms. 

I awoke in my own bed to a light tapping sound on my door. I wondered how I had gotten here. I didn't remember ever leaving her bed. Then I thought of my situation. Could I still be stuck in that damned time loop? I checked the computer on my way to the door. Jen was at the door looking even more beautiful than last night if that is possible. In my mind she was. As I opened the door she stepped to me on tip toes and wrapped her arms around my head, bringing me to her lips for a light kiss.

"Good morning Sweety. Are you OK Bill? You look like you just saw a ghost." I had to remember that yesterday has not happened for Mom or Jen so I don't embarrass myself like yesterday. I looked into her beautiful face and those eyes stealing into my soul, reading the dark thoughts hidden in my heart. Her smell wafted to my nostrils waking me out of my stupor. She smelled of strawberries and her shampoo. It was a Jen smell. To me it was the most wonderful smell in the world. 

"I'm alright sis. I guess I need to get something to eat. I haven't been eating too well lately." She stared into my eyes and I saw the genuine concern there. I don't think she bought my fib, but she didn't question it. I told you she is smart, didn't I? I threw on my robe and we walked down to the kitchen holding hands where my mother was making breakfast. We used to do that a lot, but not lately. It felt so nice again. I sat down and Jen got me a cup of coffee and sat next to me, looking at me curiously. I thanked her for the coffee and assured her I was ok. She leaned over and kissed my cheek and got her own coffee and returned. My mother brought us plates of pancakes and bacon. I wolfed them down like I had never eaten before. It felt good to eat. I had not noticed or cared much about anything lately, and what I ate was certainly on my long list of 'who cares' items. Mom told me to sit still after we were done eating. Mom just nodded at Jen, obviously showing they had discussed this scenario already. Jen cleared the dishes and went outside. I knew 'the talk' was coming. It was identical to yesterday. I was ready for it. I was surprised I felt so much better today. I was not sore as I thought I would be.

Mom and I went out and worked on the digging that was just like it had been yesterday morning before I did anything. I did it all again like yesterday. When Jen brought me water, I hugged her, and lifted her in my arms, spinning her around before setting her back down. She was giggling like a little school girl and kissed me on the lips as I set her down. Mom just looked over and smiled, glad to see us getting along again. 




Groundhog Daze



"You know I am so lucky to have you as a sister. You are so nice to me even when I was such an asshole." Jen just looked at me like she had just seen an alien. My mother jumped in before it got weird.

"It's about time you decided to join us humans again Bill. Welcome back." Jen just cracked up at mom and I just laughed along. It was good to be back. 

So, if my reality was following what happened in the movie, I would keep repeating today until I got something right that was screwed up in my life. Wow, that is a long list! I could be doing this a while. I decided to go to my room after dinner and think about this. I needed a plan for setting things right in my life. Some things were out of my grasp in one day, like my driving problems. I would have to fix what I could with the 24 hours I had. First thing was to fix my relationship with my sister and mother. I had a good start with Jen already there. I need to do something productive with my life. Going to college would require much more than one day. I certainly have no want or need to learn the piano like the movie, nor was I the hero type to rescue people doing stupid things in their lives. I had them all beat on stupid things in life. So, I need to focus on self-improvement. Well, I could start working out and getting in shape. That I could do with the old exercise equipment in the basement. Now, how about making money? I have no skills worth marketing, of that I am sure. I could work on those, but what? What advantage do I have with my repeating the same day over and over? I would know what was to happen around me each day unless I somehow changed it with my actions and the cosmos decided that needed to change as part of my rehab in time loop. As I thought about this with the TV on in the background, the lottery show came on with the winning numbers for all the drawings for the day and week. I would have the lottery numbers! YES, Salvation.! But I would have to purchase lottery tickets with the winning numbers every day until I got my life straightened out and the cosmos would allow me to move on again. Tonight the lottery was to be around 180 million dollars. Even with the cash option it would set me for life and then some. So, now I had a plan.

First thing tomorrow morning I will implement the new Bill improvement program. In the meantime I needed to come up with something to do for Jenny for being so nice to me all the time. It had to do be something really special for a very sweet girl. Mom bought her a car for graduation since she was class valedictorian and won a scholarship. Jen was very proud of her little Saturn. I would vacuum, wash and wax it for her to start. I could do the same for Mom's car too since it is Saturday and she is not going to work. That should earn me a couple of brownie points. 

After another wonderful dinner prepared by Jenny, I complimented the beautiful chef. That got me a wonderful lapful of my sweet sexy sister kissing me. That was really nice. I could definitely getting to like this! I decided I better work off some of dinner so I went to the basement and put in thirty minutes on the treadmill. I didn't want to start too hard, but I needed to get an exercise regimen going. 

That night I wandered into Jen's room before going to bed. She had been gone all morning and I wanted to know what she was up to. I wasn't trying to be nosy; I just wanted to come up with something else nice to do for her. She hemmed and hawed about where she had gone. She had a secret and didn't want me to know about it. Hmm, this was going to take a little stealth work on my part. I hugged Jen before leaving to my room for the night and told her I loved her. That got me a kiss and an 'I love you too' reply. I repeated this with Mom with almost the same results. This was starting well.

The next morning I was up at six am and showered and went to the basement and set up the rest of the exercise equipment and did another light work out. I did that for about thirty minutes. Next I grabbed Jen's car keys and washed and waxed the car in the driveway. I was just finishing the wax job when she came out and caught me. She squealed and hugged me, kissing me fervently. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Bill! This was so nice of you." Then she stopped and considered what I had just done. 

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" she asked, now a little concerned I was setting her up for something. She was right, the old Bill would have done something like that. I assured her I did it because I loved her and was trying to get back on her good side after so many years and tears. She kissed me again and told me it was nice to have her big brother back again. After she left on her mystery outing I moved to Mom's car and did the same. She must have spotted what I was up to since she did not come out, but when I returned to the kitchen she had steak and eggs waiting for me. Wow, and I was hungry. This was great. Even though Mom was delighted with my washing her car, and she told me so, I still got 'the talk' and we proceeded to work on the yard again. It was a little easier today. By the time Jen came out with my water I was almost done and asked Jen if she wanted to go swimming with me. She told me she would love that. I invited Mom also, but she said she was going to make dinner while we swam. I kissed her and ran to my room to change. I decided I better shower before I hit the pool as I am the one who does the maintenance on the pool and hot tub. I walked into the shower, not even registering that the door was closed. Jen was naked just stepping in. I gasped and stood there looking at her. She didn't move, just letting me see her. I started to apologize to her.

"It's ok Bill. I don't mind. You are my twin and we should be close and share things like what our bodies are like with each other, don't you think? You know we used to bathe together." I was astounded at her attitude but also thrilled. I mean she is gorgeous. No red blooded male would not want to see her nude. Her tits were about a 34C I would guess. There was no sag, they just stood up so perky. Her tiny waist at 22" curved gracefully to her curvaceous 34" hips. Her long blond hair was down and she threw it off her chest so I could see them better. Her matching blond vaginal hair was shaved into a heart at the top of her mound. How sweet! The lips were tightly clasped with only a little line where they parted. My hard on was obvious now. I found I was unconsciously stroking it inside my pants. Jen noticed and stared and licked her lips. Wow, she was hot!

"Jen, you are so beautiful!" I stammered sincerely.

"Thanks sweety. Can I see you too?" I dropped my pants and boxers so fast it could have been an Olympic event. She came to me and pulled my shirt off. Her breasts brushed up against me while she did this, eliciting a groan from me. She just giggled at my reaction.

"Am I doing that to you?" she asked pointing at my rigid rod sticking straight at her. I just nodded dumbly. My voice would not come out. 

"Were you going to shower too Bill?"

"Yeah, I am pretty sweaty from the work in the back yard today and don't want to pollute the pool."

"Wanna share my shower? You could wash my back." She giggled nervously, her head held down demurely.

"If Mom catches us she will kill us you know."

"Mom is cooler than you know. I doubt it would bother her much since we are getting along again. She has wanted that for a long time you know."

"Are you serious? Mom would kill me and I can't afford any more screw ups. She threatened to throw me out if I didn't get straightened out."

"It won't bother her, I am sure. Trust me. Once upon a time we trusted each other. I hope we can again. I miss that relationship with you."

"Yes, I would trust you with my life Jen." I told her as I climbed into the shower stall with her, my fears of discovery temporarily assuaged. I wrapped my arms around her from behind as she was trying to turn on the water. She wiggled her butt in greeting as she felt my hard on poking her. We got the cold blast when she turned it on and that pushed us to huddle together for warmth for a second. As I relaxed with the warm water cascading over us now, I bent down and kissed her lips tenderly. She hugged me tightly, taking my breath away as she returned the kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I moaned my appreciation and returned the favor. We locked in a hot embrace, all thoughts of the shower gone for now. Our tongues dueled, twisting inside hot mouths, our hands groping each other exploring, stroking, arousing each other. My hard rod was poking her belly. She reached down and placed it between her legs to hold it out of the way. With my height so much taller than her, it put it at a downward tilt, which caused it to rub through her lips, but would never be able to penetrate from this angle. Despite that, it was a wonderful feeling. The heat penetrating my rod from her sex had me moaning. I began to slowly thrust it back and forth through her legs. This brought a moan from Jen as she kissed me again. 

"Ooh, that feels wonderful Bill."

"Oh Jenny this is so great and you feel so good. I love this." Jenny stepped back away and grabbed the bath sponge and wash, soaping it up in her hands before starting in to wash my body. I could see she was trying to cool things off before we did something we might regret. I remained still while she lovingly washed me head to toe, ignoring my rampant cock. I then took the sponge from her and proceeded to soap up her exquisite body, spending extra time on her breasts. I was scared to clean around her vagina. She sensed my hesitation and told me it was ok to wash all of her. Did I mention she was very smart? I cleaned her sex lovingly, drawing a moan from her as I continued my task. I was so infatuated with her lovely body. I could not believe we were doing this. I felt so ashamed for all the crap I had run her through the last couple years. As she continued to moan her appreciation of my gentle soaping, my willy was hard as stone. I could have drilled the wall with it right now. I arose and rinsed the sponge, dropped it and hugged Jen from behind. She giggled and snuggled into my embrace. Where was this wonderful woman all my life! My rampant hard on was pressing into her ass. She felt it and turned in my arms to kiss my lips, telling me we needed to get going if we were going to swim before dinner. I agreed reluctantly. We dried each other off and dressed in our bathing suits and headed to the pool, hand in hand. Mom saw us coming down like this and just smiled that bright smile of hers at us. 

"I am so pleased to see you two getting along again. It has been so long." Mom remarked as we headed out to the pool. Neither of us commented but I thought I saw Jen wink at my mom when she thought I was not looking. What the hell is going on here? Big secret between the women I guess. Jen and I swam a little, then she splashed me as I came up from under the water, igniting a fierce water splashing war. We were carrying on like little kids again, splashing and giggling. Soon I attacked Jen, grabbing her and tossing her into the air where she went under the water with a huge splash. I lost track of her after the toss. She did not come back up. Suddenly I found my suit being stripped from my body. I grabbed at her but she was already gone. My suit was at my ankles. Jen was laughing at me. I told her I would get her back. She just stuck out her tongue. I lay down in the water like I was pouting, but I got my legs on the pool wall and pushed myself off explosively toward her, grabbing her top and stripping it from her, leaving her gorgeous tits on display for me. She squealed and came after me, wrapping her legs and arms around me. My hard on was poking her pussy through her bottoms. She stared into my eyes briefly before kissing me on the lips then broke away from me and swam to the ladder. I just stared in lust.

"Can I have my top back now please?" she asked as she stood in the shallow end facing me, her gorgeous tits on display for me. Willy was hard as stone. I could not stop ogling her. Finally she commented on my staring.

"AHEM, if you have time maybe you can give me my top?"

"Uh, sorry I was distracted by this beautiful topless girl in my swimming pool."

"Flattery will get you everywhere you know," she giggled as she turned and sprinted into the house without her top, her breasts bouncing wonderfully as she ran. What a sight. I didn't see Mom, but she had to have seen the display. I wondered if I was going to hear about our behavior at dinner. I grabbed my suit, put it back on and took Jen's top in with me, intending to take it to her. I heard the shower running again. I assumed it to be Jen rinsing the chlorine off. I walked into the bath and dropped her top on the sink. I told her I was there so she would not be startled.

"Come on in Bill. I don't bite.....much!" Wow, invited to her shower again. How lucky can a guy get? I dropped my trunks on the floor and climbed in behind her. I mean who wouldn't, right? I hugged her from behind, my hard mast poking her ass as I did so. I nuzzled her neck, nibbling and kissing around it then up to her ear lobes. She purred contentedly, stopping her rinsing as I paid attention to her body, eliciting moans of pleasure. I wanted to make her as happy as she made me. I just now realized it---I was HAPPY! That had not happened literally in years! I had Jen to thank for it all. I continued my kissing and nibbling on her neck and moved to her face as she turned to me, kissing me softly. I grasped her face in both hands as she turned toward me. I stared into her eyes, drinking in her beauty. She was smiling radiantly back. I pulled her face to mine and delivered a soft gentle kiss, no tongue, just nice and gentle, soft and loving. She kissed back, pressing her tongue to part my lips as we took it up a notch or two. Sister or not, I was going to love this beautiful woman. My willy was throbbing between us, pressing on her tummy. She was panting in her desire now. I did not move it, just left it there, holding my spot so to speak. I kissed down her neck again, but continued to her breasts, licking around the areolas, but avoiding the nipples for now. They were sticking out hard and proud. Jen grabbed willy and placed him between her legs. Due to our height difference it applied a downward tilt to it. It was applying pressure on her slit, possibly her clit, but I could not tell. Either way, she was enjoying it. That was my whole purpose, to make my beautiful twin sister feel good like she was doing for me. I could feel wetness encompassing my willy, and it was not from the shower. Jen was excited. I was way beyond that.

"Jen, sweety, I have to tell you how much I love you and appreciate all you have done for your asshole brother."

"I have a wonderful brother who just needs a little emotional support. I don't know who you are referring to as an asshole," she countered with the sweetest voice I had ever heard from her, or any girl for that matter. She was purring like a contented kitten. God, she is sexy!

"Well, aren't you just so sweet? I could love you to death."

"Promises, promises!" Jen giggled as I continued to mouth her breasts, sucking the nips and sucking for all I was worth, pulling them out with the suction, then biting lightly before releasing them. She moaned and writhed in my arms.

"Bill, that is wonderful, please don't stop," she purred in my ear.

"Anything for you, gorgeous," I replied, whispering between licks. I added my hand to the other breast, tweaking the nipple between thumb and forefinger, drawing louder moans. She started to hump her hips against me, dragging willy back and forth over her labia, spreading her juice on him, lubricating our movements. I moaned with the feeling. It felt wonderful! Willy was throbbing as he moved back and forth. I dropped to my knees in front of her and stuck my tongue into her lower lips, tasting the elixir there, running my tongue the length of her slit, licking, nibbling, teasing her body to new heights. I didn't know what I was doing ,but her moans signaled my success rate. I applied my thumbs to her labia, opening it and teasing the clit out of hiding with my tongue. As I swiped my tongue over the protruding bud, she grabbed my head and thrust my face harder into her. I went from licking to sucking, then just as I thought she was getting close to orgasm, I stuck my rolled up tongue into her like a little cock. That did it and she exploded, soaking my face with her girl cum. After her orgasm stopped, she slumped and I had to catch her from falling in the shower. I grabbed her and eased her body to the floor of the shower. She seemed to be out of it, just staring into space with her eyes open. She started to move and her eyes opened wider as she looked at me. Her eyes were on fire with lust and love in them.

"Oh my God, Bill that was the most awesome orgasm I have ever felt. Thank you love. As soon as I can move again I intend to return the favor."

"Jen, I would love nothing more, but I think we better get out and get down to dinner before mom comes looking for us, don't you think? I would hate to have her catch us like this."

"Well, don't underestimate Mom. She is cooler than you think. I told you to trust me on that one. I also think we need to do something with this," as she stroked my hard willy with her fingers. She got up on her knees and proceeded to swallow almost half of willy on her first attempt, driving me insane with delight. Wow, could she suck cock! I wonder where learned that talent? She proceeded to bob her head up and down on my member, getting a little more of me into her on each stroke as I grasped her hair now, my fists knotted into her blond locks, holding her in place. I was blasting a hot load into her tonsils faster than she could say 'go' or cum in this case! Now it was my turn to sink to the floor. I was dizzy and my knees gave out. Jen grabbed me and held me slide down safely to the tub floor where she had recently been. She joined me there, sitting on my waist, watching me for a reaction. I came to, gasped and looked up at her. She was looking down at me, the face of an angel with a drop of my come running down her chin. This angel was in heat though. I pulled her down to me for a hug, wrapping my arms around her, almost strangling the breath out of her. I kissed her passionately, attempting to show her how much I loved her. Even with my best performance, I was woefully short of showing her adequately.

"Jen, I love you so much, but I think we outta talk after dinner."

"Yes, we do sweety. Meet me in my room after dinner. We can tell Mom we are going to watch a movie together in my room. I have that new stereo sound system on the TV. We could watch an action movie of some kind. They sound the best, not that I care tonight, but it will convince Mom to leave us alone." I was tempted in my sorry post orgasmic state to mention her psych homework but then caught myself. Since this was a repeat of yesterday I should not know about that. Whew, that was close!

"Ok, I'll follow your lead." I bent down and kissed her again, tasting my cum on her lips. It was not as revolting as I thought. Of course we guys expect the woman to swallow us, but we don't consider taking it ourselves. That seems a little shallow. We kissed a bit more before getting out and drying each other off. I tried to play grab ass with her but she slapped my hands, telling me to wait. She didn't say no, just wait. Did she intend to continue this? It sure seemed so. Bang, I was hard again. Thoughts of her sexy body inflamed my senses leaving me with a hard on leading the way out of my suit again.

"Are you always hard?" Jenny giggled at me.

"Just around you, gorgeous!" She stretched up and kissed me softly. As I said, I could get used to this. Hell, I could very easily become addicted to this. We changed into bed clothes as we weren't planning on going out tonight and headed down to dinner, holding hands again. Dinner was great and uneventful. Jenny and I kept stealing little smiles and glances at each other. She even blew me a kiss when mom's back was turned. Mom finally came out and asked about our attire. Jen explained that she and I planned on doing movies together in her room tonight and had no plans on going out. Mom told us she thought that was wonderful for us to be spending 'quality time' together again and getting along so well. She also commented on my changed attitude. I was surprised she had picked up on it, but I guess happiness is hard to mask.




Groundhog Daze



"Bill, I have seen you smile more at the table tonight than I have seen you do so in two years. I am so pleased that Jen's work is having such a big effect on you. I was skeptical when she told me what she was planning on doing to get you back with us, but she has proven to be a miracle worker. Thank you Jen," Mom complimented as she looked over at a smiling Jen.

"Yeah, thanks Jen. I don't know what I would have done without your help. I really have been a miserable jack ass to you two and everyone. I love you both so much and consider myself lucky to have the kind of support you are giving me."

Mom was tearing up and the water works were starting to flow pretty good as she looked at me and smiled as best she could through the tears. I stood and went to her, wiping them away with my napkin. I then hugged mom and Jen joined in to the hug. She was crying like a baby too. I turned and kissed her, intending to do so on her cheek, but she turned and got me on the mouth. Mom did not miss this, but said nothing. I then bent down and kissed Mom the same way to alleviate suspicion. Mom rose out of her chair and we had a group hug. I felt so loved. I have not felt this good in, well, I don't remember when. The tear factory started on both women again and I was even starting to tear up. I grabbed a bunch of napkins and proceeded to wipe tears off all of us. Mom and Jen just beamed up at me. This was a life changing moment in our relationship. I just did not realize it at the moment. 

I had to pull away from this wonderful moment to take care of something I had neglected to do earlier. I told Mom and Jen I had a small errand to run but would be back in ten minutes. They just stared at me. I kissed both and ran to my room to throw on some pants and a shirt and headed out to the party store near our house. It is only a few blocks away so I was able to jog back pretty quickly. When I walked back in Jen and Mom were in the living room sitting talking together on the sofa. Mom arose and looked at me and then Jen.

"Why don't you two head upstairs and get your movie going, and I will make popcorn for you and bring it up. What do you want to drink? On second thought I will surprise you. I'll be up in fifteen, now git!" Mom giggled as she sent us packing. It is the happiest I have seen Mom in a long time. It felt so good. Jen grabbed my hand and pulled me forcefully to the stairs. I fell in behind her to watch that fabulous ass as we went to her room. She turned and saw me looking and grinned. She then really turned on the wiggle, looking like a street walker. I just laughed and slapped her ass. That brought giggles and a mischievous look from her that spelled out the love and affection between us at that moment. My heart sailed as I realized she loved what I had done. It had been a reaction to her obvious flirting, not a conscious move on my part, but I now saw the effect it had on her. Those baby blues were shining brighter than I had seen in a long time. Her face changed to a naughty smirk, showing me there was likely more to come. I was hard again thinking of that possibility. As we went in her room, Jen reached back and grabbed my hard cock through my pants.

"I thought you might be hard again! I also think you are a bit overdressed." she giggled. God, she was a sexy tease. I stripped off my pants and shirt, leaving me in just my boxers. I pulled out the "Sum of all Fears" DVD for her approval. She nodded and I slipped it into the player. She grabbed the remote and scooted up on the bed, her legs up and parted, showing me she had no panties on. I was looking up at her beautiful blond pussy. It was already moist and shining. She was obviously turned on too. She caught me looking, as if she didn't plan me to do so! I gazed up at her and just licked my lips, returning the flirt. She acted surprised, but caught on quickly that I was ok with this.

"I guess you like what you see, huh stud!" she giggled. I crawled up the bed beside her and she rolled into my arms hugging my chest, then tilting her head up, we met in a sensuous kiss. Our lips seemed to be on auto pilot as they pressed together in a docking maneuver of epic proportions. The kiss went on and on. I could do this for hours. Our tongues were dueling in our mouths, dancing a forbidden dance of love and lust as we stared into each others eyes from our close proximity. Just then we heard mom coming up the stairs and we broke the kiss, but Jen stayed snuggled solidly in my arms. I wrapped my arms around her to support her and myself. It was so comfortable. It felt so right. 

Mom came in with a tray that had cheese, Ritz crackers, slices of ham, cream cheese, and a bottle of wine with two glasses. Jen and I just stared. I expected her to say something of my state of dress, or lack thereof, but she didn't seem to notice.

"I thought this was too momentous an occasion for just popcorn kids, so I thought a more adult fare might be appropriate for your date." Mom explained as she set the tray down alongside the bed on the night stand. 'Date,' I thought. Where did she get that from? 

"You guys enjoy your evening together. I will stay out of your way. You can pretend you have the house to yourselves. I will be in the den with the door closed and the stereo on so as not to disturb you, but shelter me from any noise you might make. Don't worry about the tray tonight. I will clean it up tomorrow morning. There is also another bottle of wine chilling in the fridge if you want." Jen and I were stunned at best. We looked at each other then Mom. Jen asked it first, what we were both thinking.

"Mom, why?" Jen asked, sort of saying it all. Mom had never given us alcohol before. I had shared a beer with my dad years ago before he got sick, but I did not even finish it as I didn't like it at the time. I don't know what Jen has had, but considering the parties she was always going to, I suspect she had sampled a few adult beverages.

"I know how close you two always were. Do you think I didn't know it when you snuck into each others beds at night? I and your father thought it was sweet how close you were with each other. I know it was all innocent then and we both thought it important you remain close as twins should be. The last two years have been hard on us all and you two have lost that connection you had. I hope you can find that again. I love you both and want the best for you. I hope you again realize that the best thing you have in life is each other. I hope tonight you can find that relationship again."

"We love you Mom. Thanks, and good night," I said for both of us. Mom walked out and closed the door as she went. I hugged Jenny tighter to my chest, relishing the feeling of having her so close to me again. God, I had missed our special closeness we used to have. I looked down at my loving sister whose undying love had dragged my sorry ass from the depths of depression. I realized how special she really was and I loved her so much, much more than a brother should love his sister, but I was beyond caring what society thought. I was in love with a wonderful woman. The fact that she happened to be my twin sister no longer mattered to me. I gazed into her wonderful blue eyes. I could see the love and adoration there as I bent to kiss her again. She stopped me and wiped a tear from my face that I had shed unknowingly.

"What's wrong sweety?" Jen whispered.

"I am just so lucky to have you Jen. I had a wonderful start on screwing up my whole life and your love has saved me from that. I just now realized now how much I truly love you. I have been so blind with hatred for so long I could not see it."

"I love you too Bill, much more than you know." She turned her head up to meet my lips in another soul searching kiss. It lasted a couple of minutes, then she broke it and reached over to grab the glasses and the wine.

"I think this calls for a toast," she stated, looking into my eyes for reaction, as she tried to pour the wine. I grabbed the glasses from her so she could do it. She filled the glasses and I handed her a glass as she set the bottle back.

"To us and our future together." We clinked glasses and drank, staring into each others eyes the whole time.

"To the most loving, beautiful, and wonderful sister in the world," I added as we clinked again, looking at each other lovingly. I reached to the tray and made up little sandwiches with the crackers, ham and cheese. We sat and fed each other, ate and drank the wine, looking lovingly at each other the whole time. We attempted the old drinking the wine with your arm wrapped around your partners, but it is harder than it looks like in the movies. It was pretty funny though. The movie was completely forgotten now. I reached over and stroked Jen's soft golden locks, pulling them from her face. I set my drink down, and while holding her face in my hands, I kissed her like I have never kissed anyone before. I put my entire soul into that kiss. The kiss went on and on. We stared into each others' eyes, expressing the love we felt for each other. In that moment I believe we looked into our souls, finding our soul mate staring back at us.

I moved my hand to her soft breast, fondling it softly. I reached under the pajama top, lightly floating my fingers about the skin softly, just tickling it as she moaned her approval. The tickles moved to her nipples, still just teasing them to hard little points in my fingers. I began to squeeze her nipples between thumb and fore finger. Her nipples were quite erect, inviting my loving attention. I reached down and picked up the edge of her top, pulling it from her body with her assistance. When it came off I found my sister in my arms quite naked. As I already was quite sure, she had not been wearing panties. God, she is so beautiful I thought as my mouth moved to her breasts, lapping at the now rock hard nipples, laving the areolas lovingly. She was purring her appreciation in my ear. She started to lick my earlobes, sending a wonderful chill through my body. I moved down the bed, my tongue working its way down her soft tummy, stopping briefly at her belly button to rim it sensuously. Her body rising to meet my ministrations told me she liked what I was doing. My wandering tongue found her labia wet and weeping its nectar in anticipation. My fingers played in her moist blond 'heart' while my tongue licked her essence as a starving man. 

"That is my heart and I give it to you." Jen cooed softly as I was playing in the soft downy curls.

She was writhing and moaning and moving around quickly now, my mouth having a hard time staying attached to her. I spread her nether lips with my thumbs and teased the little hidden nub until I coaxed it out of hiding. I then ran my tongue all around her engorged clit, just grazing it occasionally, bringing a gasp of enthusiasm at each touch. I could sense by her breathing she was getting close. 

This being my first time, I didn't really know what I was doing, but somehow seemed to manage just fine as her constant moaning and cooing seemed to confirm. I would later attribute my success to our 'twin connection'. I grasped the small nubbin of her clit in my lips, sucked and licked the top with my tongue while maintaining the suction. Her body jumped up, slamming into my face, her body contorting with her hips a foot off the bed. Her legs squeezed hard on my head, almost suffocating me. She was squirting her nectar into my mouth as her body repeatedly spasmed. I tried to keep up with the flow unsuccessfully. I grasped her with both hands to hold my face in place without injuring myself or her. She provided me with a pretty wild ride. I continued to suck as she went through the contortions. Suddenly, she gasped loudly, shook and dropped to the bed and lay completely still. I looked up past her heaving chest to see her eyes closed, her sweaty blond hair tossed about her face. I crawled up beside her, taking her lovingly in my arms to find she was out cold. I bent and kissed her softly as she came around.

"Welcome back love," I whispered.

"Oh my God Bill, that was heavenly. Did I pass out sweety? Last I remember was coming like I have never come before. It was wonderful, but a bit much," she quietly whispered back, panting softly. I brushed my lips to hers lightly.

"I think you did Jen. I have never seen anything like that before. I love being able to do that for you sweety. I have never done this before so I hope I didn't hurt you," I answered, unsure, and a little concerned I had done something wrong. 

"Oh, sweety you can hurt me like that any time you want. That was so fabulous! I love you so much. I just need to catch my breath a little bit." I lay my head on her chest now, stroking her belly softly, trailing kisses where my hands just left.

"Take your time Jen. We have all night. I want this to be special if we are headed where I think we are. I truly love you and want to show you how much tonight." Jen seemed to relax as I stroked her. I could hear her breathing become regular and slow down. I looked up to see she had fallen asleep. I lay my head back down but sleep would not come. I lay my head on her chest, pillowed by her soft breasts. I wrapped my arm over her, and pulled up the sheet over us as she slept. I turned my head up and just watched her sleep. She is even beautiful when she sleeps. I could just watch her sleep like this. It was so comforting to know I could make her feel so good and relaxed with me. I was feeling like a super hero, even though I was far from that. She just made me feel that way. 

I must have drifted off also as I awakened to a kiss on my cheek. I looked up amid the golden haze of Jen's hair spilling over me, I saw my new love. She was looking at me with such love and adoration as I have never seen. I pulled back her golden tresses, grasped her face to mine and returned the kiss, letting it grow much hotter as I awakened. She returned the fervor, painting my tonsils with her roving tongue, dueling with mine. After a minute of tonsil dancing she moved herself down my body, leaving us spooned backwards with both of us on our sides. She grasped my again rock hard erection and licked the pre-cum off the head, followed by swallowing as much as she could. She got about half of willy down her throat as she started to lick about the head and sides with her tongue, eliciting moans from me. Then she attempted to swallow as much of me as she could. I was in heaven. This was way better than anything I had ever done for myself. I reached over with my arms and pulled her body to mine so I could dive back into her. She lifted a leg to give me better access. I ran my questing tongue up and down the slit from top to bottom. She was moaning and wiggling again already. I wrapped my arms around her bottom and proceeded to do my thing again. 

"Take it easy this time Bill. I am pretty sensitive now."

I raised my head and answered. "Anything for you love." I continued licking up and down the slit, stopping to lap up the nectar flowing from her. I rimmed her back hole and she moaned to that. I would have to remember that for the future if there ever was one. I still did not know where this was heading with us. I did not know if we were going to continue after tonight or if Jen considered this my graduation from her loving program. Time would most certainly tell, but for now I was enjoying the ride. Jen's work on willy was coming along quite nicely as I could feel the start of my climax. I was about to blow so I raised my head to tell her. If anything she sucked harder, obviously wishing to swallow my come. Her mouth felt so fantastic that her swallowing would only add to the rapture of the moment. I let blast several hard shots of sperm into her mouth. It unloaded into her mouth with a force not unlike your average garden hose. It hit me so hard I could not speak, only grunt with the force of the orgasm. Jen was busy trying to swallow what must have felt like a quart to her. She did not quite hold it all as some dribbled down her chin. I stepped up my licking intent on getting her off again. She almost jumped from my arms again as she went into spasms. I lay back trying to catch my breath. I was wiped temporarily. Jen turned and crawled up to snuggle with me, kissing me and sharing my taste with me again. We kissed long and slow as we both tried to regain our breath and heart rate. As we came down my willy came back up ready to play. I rolled over on her, getting ready for the main event. Jen grabbed my face and stopped me.

"Bill, I want this with you more than you know. As you know, I am a virgin and I want you to be my first. I do not want this to be a one night stand. I would like a commitment of some kind that this will be our continuing relationship. I need to know your feelings on this first. Understand I love you and want you."

"Jen, I love you more than I ever thought possible. I told you before you have saved my life and I have been realizing the last couple of days how much I need you in my life. I would really like if you were my first, my last and my only! I love you so much it hurts Jennifer! How do you feel about a lifetime commitment?"

"Oh, Bill you have made me so happy," as she attacked me, a veritable whirling dervish of kisses. I was surprised but loved it. As she stopped planting her abundant kisses on me, she grabbed willy and lined him up for penetration. 

"Jen, are you protected or do I need a condom? I don't think we are ready to be parents yet."

"Bill, I am on the pill so please come in me. I want to feel your hot seed shooting deep in my body." I raised her legs over my shoulders and pressed forward lightly. She worked the head around her labia, getting it wet with her abundant juices for penetration. I looked up at her to see if she was alright with this. What I saw in her eyes gave me little doubt that she was ready and wanted this as much as I, possibly more. I knew it was going to hurt her the first time but I had been told it would not last too long. I planned on taking my time to minimize her discomfort. I wanted her to love this and remember it always. I know I would. 

"Are you ready babe? This will hurt and I will try to make it as easy as I can for you. If something hurts too much, just tell me and I will stop immediately. I love you and want you to enjoy this. This is for you this time."

"I'm ready sweety. I have been ready for this for months now. Mom got me on the pill when I told her I wanted you to be my first. And this is for US, not just me. I want us both to remember this. I love you so much, now make me yours." And I thought the pill was due to the prom incident. So, she told Mom more than I thought. That explains the winks and smiles in secret between them. I pressed forward lightly, sliding in slowly as I pressed. She was so wet from our oral sex and her natural juices that I was sliding in fairly easily and she seemed to be enjoying it. I looked to her eyes for a hint of any discomfort on her part. I saw only love and lust there and a huge smile. I slid in until I met her barrier. I stroked short strokes in and out, bumping the hymen, but not penetrating it yet. I was trying to get her worked up a bit before I plunged myself through. She was smiling and cooing her satisfaction. She started to pant and I felt her starting to tense like she was getting close already. I knew it was time. On the next stroke out I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed it in all the way and held it there, hugging her in my arms tightly. I held still and let her get used to me and to let the pain subside. She screamed as it penetrated, scaring me. I looked at her and winced in sympathy. I loved her so much and this was going to cement that love for life. I knew that now. We were made for each other. I could see the strain on her face, but it seemed to be easing. Soon she started to smile again at me.




Groundhog Daze



"Love me now Bill." She was all smiles and her eyes were beaming. She seemed to have a glow about her which just reinforced just how much I loved her at this moment.

I did just that. I started an easy rhythm in and out, lengthening the strokes each time. After about five or six strokes I was all the way in. After about twenty strokes I hitched myself up onto her a little more, giving me more depth. On that in stroke I struck her cervix and she gasped with the shock. I didn't know if she liked that or it hurt her. I would certainly find out later. I was all the way in and buried. We fit perfectly. The feelings of her pussy were like hot, wet velvet on my cock. It was the most wonderful sensation of my short life. No words could describe anything that fantastic. I smiled at her and bent to kiss her lovingly. She was grinning from ear to ear and her face was lit up like a billboard on Broadway. She was SO gorgeous. I felt so lucky, like the luckiest man alive right then. I could not love her more. I felt like my heart was just bursting with love for this incredible woman. My body felt like it was floating on air as we moved together. She was meeting my strokes now and panting as I stroked in and out, still holding a slow pace.

"Make me come now lover. I want to feel you unload your warm seed deep inside me. Show me how much you love me sweety. Make me yours forever." I could feel my balls starting to tighten, warning of the impending explosion. I knew I would not be able to hold off much longer, but I wanted her to come first if possible. I would somehow feel inadequate as her lover if I could not give her this orgasm now. She was shaking her head back and forth, her golden mane flying in a whirl about her beautiful face. It gave her such a wanton look. I could never tire of doing this for my lover. I could feel her tightening as she approached the moment. 

"Oh Bill, here it comes. AHHHHHH, Cuuuummmiiiiinnnngggggggg!" as her body convulsed wildly. She was panting and throwing herself about, giving me a wild ride. As I felt her tighten again on me I let blast. The feelings were so intense, like nothing I had ever experienced. Nothing I had ever done myself could ever compare to the rapture I felt as I unloaded six spurts of hot seed deep into her belly. I lay on her, catching my breath as I looked at Jen, my sister, my lover. Her hair was wet from her sweat. Her legs dropped to the bed but I remained inside, not yet shrinking. Our bodies were coated in sweat and we stuck together, chest to chest as we lay panting. I was drained both physically and mentally. Jen was similarly wiped out. 

"Oh, sweety, that was unbelievable! My God, sex is way better than I thought it would be. I love you so much."

"God, Jen you are so beautiful and I love you more than life itself. Will you marry me?" To say that question threw Jen was putting it very mildly. She was completely flabbergasted. I bent to kiss her as she remained silent. I knew I had shocked her and needed to soothe her and bring her back to earth so we could discuss my proposal. Hell, I had just shocked myself. It just flew out of my mouth unbidden. I just realized I had proposed to my sister! I also realized it is how I truly felt about her. That realization seemed to give me a great feeling of peace to finally admit my feelings for her that had been bottled up for so long. I felt relieved and clearer on what I wanted than I ever had in my life. I knew we could not really marry legally, but I wanted a life with her. I wanted to have children with her. I wanted to grow old and gray with her by my side and somehow we would make this work.

"Jen, love, are you alright? I didn't mean to shock you, but I was serious in my proposal. I want to spend my life with you. I want to have children with you. I want us to grown old together. I love you so much and life without you would not be worth living for me." Jen was now smiling broadly as I spoke. It was obvious she was wiped out physically and could not speak yet, but her smile and her eyes said it all. We would work this out. We would be together always. I had slid off of her to let her breath. I was now kissing her face tenderly, laying along side her. Suddenly she shrieked and jumped on top of me, kissing me, battering my lips unmercifully in her great zeal. She was jumping around on me so fast I found it hard to believe this was the same girl who a moment ago could not speak.

"Of course I will marry you Bill. I feel the same and always have, but I did not think we stood a chance of that happening, so I was a bit shocked when you asked me. I had convinced myself that if I could keep us together while I went to college that would be great, but this is perfect. This is what I have always dreamed it could be with us. God, I love you so much." Jen slumped back on my chest, but her face was beaming. If she died now a team of embalmers could not have removed that smile. Her eyes were so radiant and alive. I have never seen her so happy. I was ecstatic. I was in love. Now what we will tell Mom? That could be a problem. Now I was starting to worry. I feel pretty certain that Mom knew we were going to have sex tonight, but I don't think she expected this!

"Jen honey, what will we tell Mom?"

"I told you not to worry about her. I tell you what, let's ask her right now." The twinkle in her eye showed me she was daring me. That is something we used to do to each other as kids. Jen could never say no to a dare. I was not so sure it was such a good idea, but she was insisting. She sprung from the bed and dragged me along with her, both of us naked to the den. She knocked and then we went in. Mom looked up from the couch and regarded her naked siblings hand in hand standing in the doorway, smiles glowing I am sure. She was not as shocked as I expected. Jen was absolutely radiant, as if defying Mom to ask her what our secret was.

"I take it you two had fun together?" Mom inquired with a twinkle in her eye, the mirth evident in her voice.

"Oh Mom it was wonderful. Bill is a great lover and I love him so much, but there is more. He has asked me to marry him. What do you think? Should I marry him or just keep him as a boy toy?" I looked at Jen like she just sprouted a second head. I know we are in the twilight zone now.

"Well. I don't know Jen. Do you really love him? Can he support you? Do you see yourself having children with him? What do you think?" Mom was giggling now and Jen was playing along with this ruse. It was obvious now that I had been set up. These two were playing with me and I had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. I turned to Jen and hugged her and kissed her with my back to Mom so I could say something without Mom hearing it.

"Ok, enough fun for tonight. You could have told me that you two had discussed this possibility. Now let's have a serious discussion please? Your fiancé is feeling a bit out of the loop here. Jen just chuckled and kissed me back and whispered in my ear.

"Ok, we had our fun. Yes, we discussed this possibility, but neither thought it would ever happen. You, sir have made your sister and fiancé happier than she has ever been in her life. Thank you. I love you so much I could die of happiness right now." We both turned to face Mom, still holding each other. This was going to be a long talk.

"I think it is time for me to make a pot of coffee. You guys just relax. I will be right back and then we will discuss this new relationship." Mom was beaming as she spoke. I am so happy she could accept this. Not many parents are this cool. I knew how special my family was now. I would forever thank my lucky stars for both Jen and my Mom.

Mom returned with the coffee and we drank and discussed a lot of issues that needed to be settled now. We came to several conclusions, not the least of which is that we would have to move far away where no one knew us so we could live as husband and wife. Jen suggested applying to an out of state college to continue her education. Mom said she would like to be near us. I suggested we find a house near the campus that Jen gets accepted to. Mom is a successful attorney who would be grabbed up by any law firm she wanted so that would be the easy part. Now, we just had to look at schools. At present we lived near Seattle. It was now 4 am and we decided to hit the sack. Jen and I retired to Jen's room. As much as we wanted to make love again, we were both tired and fell asleep in each other's arms. 

I awoke to the warmth of Jenny still snuggled to me. She is still here! Halleluiah! My life is moving forward again. I was so elated. I kissed Jen hard on the lips, surprising her from her slumber.

"You're still here! We did it!" I exclaimed. She had no clue what I was ranting about, but that never entered my sleep fogged brain as I continued to rain kisses on her.

"Just where did you expect me to go sweety? Of course I am here and always will be. And yes, we did it alright and it was wonderful. I love you." She still did not understand the source of my elation, but that was just fine. I had my life partner in my arms naked in bed. Nothing could make life sweeter right then. We made love again and again until hunger drove us to the kitchen. Mom was there reading the paper.

"Good Morning loves, sleep well?" Mom greeted us.

"Wonderful Mom, the best I have ever slept, and waking up to stud here wasn't bad either," Jen snickered as she planted a wet one on me.

"What sleep we actually got was great. I love her so much Mom. I don't know how I did without her for so long, but I don't plan to be without Jen ever again if she still wants me in her life." That set Jenny off like a little dynamo, planting herself in my lap, raining kisses on me. 

"Oh, Bill I feel the same. I want to wake next to you every day for the rest of my life. I will love you forever," she whispered to me while still kissing me all about my face, neck, ears, anywhere she could reach. 

We sat and ate, Jen beaming so bright if we had an eclipse right then, we would be able to continue on in her glow. I was happier than I have ever been. We had settled all of the issues to us remaining together last night. There was plenty of work to be done still, but we would work it all out. The future was promising for the first time in my life. Jen and I planned at working on the internet that day researching schools for her.

Since we live in the west, we looked at eastern schools on the internet. The University of Michigan looked promising. We hoped that they would accept her transfer. She would lose her scholarship where she was, but we really did not need the money. She just did not know that yet, as it was going to be my little surprise when I got the check. Our back up school was also in Michigan at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo. With her GPA, it was pretty certain her credits would transfer just fine into either. She wanted to teach, so both schools had a lot to offer in those fields. I helped her fill in the applications. She called the local college and had them send her transcripts to both schools and we waited.

I made a drive later that day to the party store to check on my lottery tickets. Mom and Jen knew nothing of this. This would be my surprise if it panned out. I had no idea if the same numbers would come up as they had while I was repeating Groundhog Day, but I sure hoped so. 

Jen and I had moved into her room and Mom had purchased us a new queen sized bed to replace her double. It was so much more comfortable. On the weekends Jen and I practically lived in bed, exploring and loving each other in every way possible. I also found my best friend again in my twin. This made the love we had so much better. There is nothing better than marrying your best friend I can tell you. Of course we could not marry but Mom decided we should have a wedding ceremony at the house with just us in attendance. It was wonderful with Jen coming down the stairs to me dressed in my mothers' old wedding dress. I cannot describe to you how beautiful she looked. We exchanged vows we had written and rings. Mom officiated the whole wedding. It was a wonderful time and I could not imagine anyone being happier than I was at that time. I kissed Jen as my wife, then shared a kiss with my mother thanking her for being so supportive of us. Many happy tears were shed I can tell you.

After, we sat and had drinks and a dinner together that Mom had ordered from a caterer. The dining room was lit by candles. Jen looked so beautiful in this soft light. She was my golden angel! Her golden locks took on an ethereal glow in this light and I was constantly reminded of how I had thought of her as Saint Jenny. Somehow that fit. She was my personal Saint. 

As we sat there, Mom handed me an envelope. Jen and I just looked at her.

"What's this Mom?" I asked.

"Just open it Bill. It will be pretty obvious." I did just that as Jen looked on next to me. It was two tickets to Hawaii and a two week reservation at a motel on the beach. Jen just gasped in delight, first hugging me, then jumping up and hugging and kissing Mom. I joined the party.

"I thought you might like to have a honeymoon."

"Oh, Mom you are the best! We love you so much," Jen bubbled, covering for both of us. This is something she would do throughout our lives together. She always considered us a 'we', never considering her a 'me' only. I was always included in everything. Ok, I am getting ahead of myself.

"Thank you Mom. It was very generous. I know we will love it, but I have another little surprise and now should be a good time to bring it out." Mom and Jen just looked at me. 

"Jen, I have a little wedding gift for my lovely bride. Nothing would ever be enough to cover how special you are to me but I hope this is a start," I told her as I slipped a small envelope into her hands. She looked at me questioningly, not sure if she should cry or dance. Mom just winked at me. Jen started to tear up, the tears threatening to wet the envelope. She handed it to Mom to open for her as she hugged and kissed me. Mom opened it up and gasped, then stared at the little piece of paper, speechless. 

"Mom, what is it?" She could not speak, only handed it back to Jen. Mom's mouth was still hanging open in shock. Jen took the letter and read it and also went into shock. Then she looked at me through her tear stained eyes, beaming new delight.

"Is this what I think it is Bill?"

"That is the check for the winning ticket for the lottery a few weeks ago. I elected to take the cash payout. It is not as big with all the taxes taken out and all, but I think we can survive on it," I explained. 

"Bill, sweety, this says it is for ninety four million dollars! Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh God," she just kept repeating like an old LP stuck on a bad spot. Soon though after she got her breathing under control again, or at least close enough that she could once again form complete sentences she screamed, as she jumped me, throwing me to the floor and landing on me, kissing me to death. Mom picked up the discarded check, keeping it safe from her quite out of control daughter. 

"Bill, why did you decide to buy a lottery ticket now? You never used to do that before," Mom asked.

"No, Mom lots of things have changed in my life recently, and they are all good. The lottery ticket is a long story that I will tell you some time, but not now. 

"I think we have lots to discuss on how we will invest this so we can live off the interest it generates. I think an investment counselor would be in order."

"I think that is very wise Bill. We have an investment broker we use at our firm that manages our retirement fund which is pretty similar in size. He seems to do pretty well for it. I can contact him if you like?" Mom offered.

"I think that would be a great idea Mom, but let's do that first thing Monday. Right now I intend to take my new husband to bed and show him how much I love him," Jen giggled as she grabbed me and dragged me toward the stairs. I surprised her as I swept her into my arms, shocking and delighting her as she squealed her approval. We entered the bedroom, closing the door where we would show our intense love for each other all night. We coupled five times that night and awoke around one in the afternoon to a silent house. We coupled again lovingly, then showered and went downstairs to find something to eat. Mom was not there. I decided to take Jen out for breakfast. Hell, I could afford it now. She would have to drive though, as I still had to deal with my poor driving record and lost license. I called Mom on her cell phone and invited her to join us. She agreed and Jen and I got on the road to a little diner near our house. It was not expensive or fancy, just good home cooking. We were not used to the lifestyles of the rich and famous yet, and hopefully we never would. I vowed to keep our good fortune as quiet as possible. I knew that would be difficult as the State demanded to use me for advertising the lottery. Well, we would get through that.

The three of us had a wonderful breakfast together. Jenny was more radiant than I have ever seen her. She positively glowed. Mom noticed and commented.

"I think married life agrees with you honey. I have never seen you so happy."

"Mom, Bill is all I ever wanted in my life. Now, I have him, a wonderful honeymoon in Hawaii and more money than we could possibly need. How could I be happier?" Jen was absolutely bubbling.

"Jen, how lucky am I to have a wonderful partner in my life like you? I love you so much. The money is just a little bonus to my true happiness, your love." I found Jenny sitting on my lap quicker than you could say go. We got lots of stares, but Jen answered them in her own way.

"This is my new husband. We were married last night." That just about brought the place down with well wishers. We also got our bill covered by the restaurant. We thanked them all as we left.

"Jen, sweety, what were you thinking. There could have been someone who knew us there."

Oh, Bill I know that but I can't hold it in. I love you so much it just flows out of me." I grabbed her in a big hug and spun her like I had the one day in the garden. I elected for a kiss instead of the razzberry though. This was not unnoticed by the people in the restaurant as they were cheering inside. We climbed into the car and left, blowing the horn as we passed by the restaurant again on our way home.

Well, we went to Hawaii and had a wonderful time swimming, hiking, making love, making love some more. Unknown to me at that time, Jen had stopped her birth control pills. We conceived our son John on our honeymoon. We named him after our father, his grandfather he would never get to know. Right after John's birth we revisited Hawaii and repeated our act, conceiving our twin daughters, April and May . We moved to Michigan where we live to this day. Jen eventually went back to school, getting her teaching degree for elementary and middle school. She is a great teacher and still works in the Kalamazoo school district. In her spare time on our little 30 acre ranch she raises and rides Morgan horses. She loves them and took to the riding like a duck to water. I ride with her sometimes. We board a couple of horses belonging to Jen's riding instructor to pay for her lessons. We don't need the money. We don't flash our wealth about, but we have what we want. We bought Mom a nice condo near us and she baby sits her grandkids while Jen works if I was busy. Mom spoils them rotten and claims it as her right. We don't argue. It would be senseless. I play investment broker for my own money. I trained with Bob Johnson the broker that Mom set us up with. I have managed to do fairly well for us. We live more than comfortably on the interest. In fact I have done so well I decided to set up a scholarship fund for the local less privileged kids. No one knows who the benefactor is. Mom set it all up. It gives us a good tax write-off and a good feeling to do something nice. Mom has now retired from the legal profession, preferring to spend time with her grandkids.




Groundhog Fuck Day 01



After an exhausting hour of cleaning the dishes, John Dee was finally ready to get some sleep before he had to go to class. It was about 3 o'clock Monday morning, and the aftermath of John's mother's party had finally been cleaned up. His mother was already asleep, she had to wake up about an hour before John to start work as a car saleswoman.

Even with the excuse of having to wake up earlier than him, John felt a little bit angry that he was the one left with the burden of cleaning up the house after Mrs. Dee's party. He wasn't even allowed to invite any of his friends over and he was forced to hand out drinks to all the drunken partygoers. There was nobody there his age, his mother and all the guests were about forty years old. The thought of finally getting some sleep put John's anger to rest, and a few minutes later he cleaned his teeth and got into bed. Within a few moments he was asleep.

Dreams shifted and formed... and John found himself in a park. Alone. Except for two beautiful women sunbathing in their bikinis. In this strange dream world the sky switched between days and nights very fast, one moment it would be day-time, the next it was night-time. John considered walking up to the women but anxiety got the better of him... he knew he was dreaming but it still seemed so scary. A man's voice boomed behind him.

"So, you're too scared to approach those fine ladies I placed there so kindly for you?"

John swirled around to see a tall man, at least seven feet tall, in a pink suit with a pink top-hat to go with it. He had a black moustache and seemed to be middle-aged. His brown eyes were charismatically piercing and he stared at John.

"I d-don't ... I don't know what I'ld say, and I wouldn't want to interrupt them." 

The tall man just laughed. 

"You want girls to love you don't you? All men do. I really must get going but I'll make a deal with you, ask for a girl's number tomorrow and I will let you choose any girl you desire."

John looked back at him sceptically.


"But this is all a dream, I don't get how t-"

"Quiet! Do you we have a deal or not?

"Okay", said John, he was a little creeped out.

A song started, first the noises were far away and then it got louder... John's alarm. The tall man smiled, and the dream faded out and slowly John regained his senses, he was lying in his bed listening to his annoying alarm clock screaming at him to wake up. 

'What a weird dream', thought John, 'Fuck I hate Mondays.'

Slowly John got out of bed, tired beyond belief, he could barely register what was happening... he had only got two hours of sleep. One moment he was eating cereal, the next his mother was yelling at him from across the house to take out the trash, then he was cleaning his teeth. 

'I've got to get to my two classes, give Matt the $10 I owe him, submit my assignment, buy some milk and get back home in time to get rested for the mathematics exam tomorrow... Jesus, it's going to be a long day,' he thought.

John finished cleaning his teeth and headed for the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He heard his mom say loudly. 

John turned to see Mrs. Dee staring him down, her hands on her hips wearing her black night gown. Even though she was forty years old she was often mistaken for being in her late-twenties. She stood at five foot eight inches... with decent sized breasts and an amazingly curvy ass. Although John would never admit it.

"...What?" Mumbled John as he rubbed his eyes.

"The trash. Take it out. Now." Demanded his mother. 

John groaned, grabbed the trash and shuffled towards the door to go outside.

"Quickly now! You're going to be late, and don't forget the milk!"

John disposed of the trash and walked down the street, the birds were chirping and the sun was out. Today was not very windy, which was a nice change from previous days in the week. John saw a pretty blonde wearing a red dress walking down the street, she wore a red skirt with a white shirt, with bright red lipstick... although she looked like she was in her thirties. As John walked towards her he immediately remembered his dream he had. John wondered if he should talk to her.

'Should I... no no no, she's too old for me. It was just a dream.'

They locked eyes for a split second before John looked down at his feet, and a second later they had passed each other.

John got on the bus, it was Mr Davis the blind bus driver again. Of course he wasn't completely blind but there was a local media controversy a few years ago about his poor eyesight and many people experts believed he shouldn't be allowed to drive. However the local council assured him he could still work, after he had a mental break down and threatened to commit suicide if he couldn't drive his bus. But that was years ago, and he's never crashed a vehicle in his lifetime so John felt relatively safe.

There was nobody on the bus but one other person. An attractive brunette... an attractive young brunette that is. She hadn't seen him yet and was just looking out the window. John gulped and considered approaching her, but noticed she had earphones in. 

'She's listening to music... holy shit I can't talk to her, she wouldn't even hear me. Or she'ld pretend not to hear me. Maybe she really likes the song she's listening to right now.'

So John sat alone on the bus. He had always been socially awkward so talking to girls he didn't know on the bus seemed way out of his comfort zone. He had a few friends but deep down they hated having John around, John was just a confused, bumbling, socially-retarded pain. The worst moments were when they were around girls with John, John would embarrass them because he just couldn't talk to girls in a normal way. He stuttered even more than usual when he was around them and couldn't look them in the eye for more than a split-second. John was clearly a virgin, anyone who had spoken to him for a few seconds knew that. He was so inexperienced he hadn't even hugged a girl.

After about a ten minute bus ride John had arrived at class. He walked past lots of girls, there wasn't a single guy in sight for the first few minutes, John had literally walked past hundreds of attractive girls, some were standing still, some were walking around, some alone and some in groups. He barely even considered talking to any. 

'It'ld look weird. The last thing I need is everyone thinking I'm some kind of creep.'

John's first class was a blur, it was a miracle he didn't fall asleep. This was his mathematics class with Mr Jeffries, the class he had an exam for. John struggled to stay awake but knew he had to focus on his exam for tomorrow. An hour later the class ended, Mr Jeffries winked at John.

"Alright class! Remember that the exam will mainly focus on cubic and exponential calculus functions, make sure you study, unless you're John in which case get some sleep!" 

Nobody laughed, by the end of his joke half the class had already left the room. John and Mr Jeffries smiled at each other and John walked out the room, only to walk into a girl who dropped her books as a result.

"Oh... I'm s-so sorry." Stumbled John.

"Just watch where you're going. Creep." 

"Do you want me to h-help you? With the books I mean?"

"No. I'm fine." She said, as she started picking up her books.

A few other onlookers, all girls, sniggered at John as he walked away. 

'Fuck. That was embarrassing. What must they think of me?' He worried. 

Next was history class. Now this was a class John couldn't handle, he could barely manage his Mathematics class which was his passion and there was a sense of urgency because he had an exam on it tomorrow. But with history... it was a compulsory unit which John hated and the exam wasn't for another four months. He took a seat at the back and accidentally fell asleep.

The tall man appeared again, and then John saw four naked girls clamouring around him, grasping onto his pink suit and all looking at him as if hypnotised by his charisma. They were at outside a mansion by a pool, and there was a huge party going on with naked girls everywhere.

"What are you waiting for John? These girls could all be yours! Ask for a girl's number!"

John woke up immediately to the sound of his teacher saying his name. It was Mrs. Jackson. His history teacher. She was african-american, aged about in her sixties. Her lame boring repetitive voice was one of the major reason's History class was so dull.

"John. John? John, time to wake up sorry, I have to lock the room."

"Where is everyone? How long have I been here?"

"Class ended only a minute ago, you really are tired aren't you?"

John stumbled up out of his seat, grabbed his stuff and apologised to his teacher before leaving. John headed the the library to study for his exam. It was only 2 o'clock so he figured he could stay until late studying. He headed to the library and got to work.

At almost 9 o'clock at night, still at the Library, John got a text. It was Matt.

MATT: Dude are you coming over or not?

'Shit. I forgot about Matt.'


John quickly texted his response.

JOHN: Shit sorry I forgot, I'll give you the $10 tomorrow at about 11AM??

MATT: No worries dude it's all chill :)

John started to get back into study when he realised something else.

'Shit! I forgot to submit my assignment!! Fuck!!' 

John face-palmed himself, he couldn't believe how stupid he had been. He quickly got out his assignment and looked at the deadline policies.

It read: 'Students are required to submit the assignment by 3pm Monday. 10% will be be deducted from your grade for each hour it is late. For example by 4pm you will only receive 90% of your marks, by 5pm you will only receive 80% of your marks. Hand in at the Assignment Submissions Office.'

"Fuck..." John muttered under his breath.

John quickly worked out that he had already lost 50% of his marks. It was a very easy assignment so it was possible that if he handed it in now he could still pass. He only had about three minutes to submit it before 9pm!

John hastily grabbed his stuff, making a lot of noise as he did so. The old librarian, Mr Gray, who happened to be walking past noticed him.

"Excuse me, can you keep it down please?"

"Sorry sir! I'm in a rush sir!"

"Very well, but please leave quietly."

Mr Gray was oddly amused at John's frantic behaviour. Mr Gray smiled as John ran out of the library making a lot of noise as he did so.

John raced down to the Assignments Submission Office. He was going to make it in time! He got there are pushed open the door. ...Only, the door didn't actually open. It was locked. John was shocked. He looked at the writing on the door:

ASSIGNMENTS SUBMISSION OFFICE.

CLOSED ON WEEKENDS

OPEN WEEKDAYS 7:00AM - 8:30PM

"Fuck! Fuck..." 

John sat on a bench near the office for a few minutes with a mix of anger, frustration and sadness. He would be getting 0% for his assignment. He got up and decided to head home, and get some sleep for the big exam tomorrow.

As he did he spotted a girl in front of him walking the same way as him. Nobody else was around, they had all mostly gone home. In a moment of insanity John walked faster to talk to her.

'Well fuck, what do I have to lose anyway?'


"Excuse me. Sorry..."

The girl turned around. She was ugly. This threw John off guard. 

"Uhhh... umm.. I..."

"Yeah?" She girl asked, annoyed already.


"C-could I get your number?"

She folded her arms.

"Why would you want my number?"

"B-because your pretty."

"Fuck off. You're objectifying women when you do that. Don't talk to me again you piece of shit."

She walked away quickly and John stood there for a moment. His heart sunk and his mood dropped.

'Why the fuck did I do that, that was fucking weird. And I did it because a dream told me to? I'm going fucking insane.'

John depressingly walked to the bus stop. He was the only one waiting there.

'What a fucking day. And what a bitch, that girl was a bitch. And now I have to go home to mom who will probably yell at me again...'

Then he remembered.

'Fuck. I have to get the milk. What the fuck is wrong with me today?'

He hastily walked across the road to buy the milk. He didn't have enough money for it. The nice Russian man, a migrant and aged in his late eighties, who owned the shop let him pay with what he had.

"Really, I can have the milk?"

"Is not a problem my friend! Have a good night okay?"

John smiled, that made him a little happier. He left the small corner shop to see his bus about to drive past his bus stop. It wouldn't stop there because nobody was there at the bus stop to be picked up.

'Fuck!' thought John, knowing that another bus wouldn't come by for another twenty minutes. John ran across the road, milk in hand, in front of the bus towards the bus stop, waving his hand to get the drivers the attention. 

The bus didn't slow down. And it didn't stop either. John saw Mr Davis was driving the bus, he wasn't even looking at the road! He was rubbing his eyes! 

'Shit!' 

That was the last quick thought John had before the bus slammed into him, it hit him hard, he went flying across the road, his head hit the road and his left eye dislodged itself and rolled across the road. John screamed as loud as he could, the bus quickly braked but it was still coming, the spinning wheels crushed John's legs and rib cage, blood splurting everywhere mixing with the milk that had broken and spilt across the road. For a few moments John was in agony, and then it all came to an end. 

Darkness. Blackness. John couldn't speak, he couldn't see, and he couldn't feel anything. All he heard was the tall man's voice, the man from his dreams, who uttered one single sentence.

"Time to wake up."