0 comments/ 94381 views/ 10 favorites Home for the Holiday By: Diderot Sara was driving home from school, back to her Aunt’s house in Massachusetts at the end of her first semester at college. Her parents were in living in Europe, her Dad running the multinational division of a U.S. bank from their office in Zurich. Sara wasn’t quite sure what her Dad did, something concerning foreign currency speculation, something very complicated. When her Dad was transferred to Switzerland, Sara decided to stay in the United States to finish her last six months of high school. She was too young to have her own apartment, so it was decided she would move in with her Aunt Fran, her mother’s younger sister, for the few months before going away to college. Sara hadn’t been driving a car all that long, especially not on the Interstates, so she was driving very carefully. If you really put your foot to the floor, you could make the trip in eight hours, but it would probably take her ten or eleven. Sara was driving slowly for another reason. She knew the discussion she would have when she got home; it kept playing over and over again in her head. Why can’t you stick to your allowance? Why are your grades so poor? What are your plans to get a job for the summer? She had this discussion with Aunt Fran when she came home for Thanksgiving and again at Christmas. This would be the third time. And this time Aunt Fran would be really angry, especially when she got the bill from VISA and then Sara’s transcript. As I said before, Aunt Fran was Sara’s mother’s younger sister. She was in her mid-30s, tall, slim, very athletic, very pretty with jet black hair and a pale white complexion. She wasn’t married, but for as long as Sara could remember there was always a man in her life, always older, always wealthy. From bits and pieces of family conversations, Sara had concluded that Fran had also been “intimate” with several women when she was in college. It was just something some women did back then, part of the experimentation that was part of college life, part of growing up, part of discovering who you are. Sara was late getting started for the trip back to Boston. She and her roommate, Nancy, had partied late the night before with two very cute older guys, and there had been too much to drink, too much to smoke, too much sex. She was still kind of sore from the sex, from the workout both guys and her roommate had given to her pussy and asshole. The fog in her brain started to lift as she crossed from Pennsylvania into New York, but she continued to drive carefully, the cruise control tuned on, just at the posted speed limit. With two rest stops, she made the trip in just under ten hours. Sara was really tired when she got to Boston, had to drive the last hour in the dark. But dinner was waiting and her room was made up and Aunt Fran was very cheerful. They drank some wine together, something they had never done before, and Aunt Fran didn’t ask about school or her allowance. And so Sara went to bed and slept with the angels. She got up later the next morning, a Saturday, and Aunt Fran was home from work. She could smell the fresh coffee and her place at the table was set, breakfast already prepared. And propped up against the sugar bowl were two envelopes, both addressed to Ms. Sara Bicknell. She knew what they were from the return addresses. The first was from the University, the dreaded transcript. The second was the VISA statement for the previous month. Her Aunt Fran poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Then she made some small talk, asked Sara again about the drive, if she had any problems with the car, did she need to take it in for service before she returned to Gettysburg. Then the first dreaded question: “How did you do this past semester?” Sara couldn’t lie and tell her Aunt Fran she didn’t know - the envelop with the transcript was on the table. Bravely she said, “Lets find out.” The young girl cut open the envelope and read the transcript in horror. Two Bs and three Cs. One of the Cs was in psychology, her major, and another in statistical research methodology. Her GPA of a very sad 2.4, not nearly enough to get into the sophomore honors program she wanted. Sara handed the transcript to her Aunt and watched as she read it in silence. Aunt Fran didn’t criticize, but Sara knew that would come later. Then the second dreaded question: “Did you stick to your allowance last month?” She knew that answer as well. She hadn’t. All she could hope for was that the Internet purchase had not been processed, or maybe the bank hadn’t posted the last three ATM withdrawals. With some reservation, trying to keep up her spirits, Sara chirped, “Lets see what this contains?” Again Sara opened the envelope. “No luck at all,” was all she thought as she handed the statement to her Aunt. Aunt Fran read the bill, frowned as she read some of the purchases, did some quick math in her head, and put down the paper. Then she went on to explain that this was much more serious than she had though, that she though she could depend on Sara, but Sara had let her down. She was going to have to spank her niece twice, once for the poor grades, and a second time for the spending spree. At least her Aunt didn’t specifically mention the $ 93.79 spent for the purchase of an anal probe vibrator and the bondage gear from a very kinky web site. “But I tried my best, Aunt Fran, and I didn’t mean to spend so much money.” “There you go again Sara, telling me the same story you told me at Christmas. Do I have to spank you three or four times? Is that what you want? Is that what I have to do to make an impression? I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom twice today, as soon as we finish breakfast. And do I need to spank you every morning for the next two weeks, on your bare bottom, to remind you to be more careful when you go back to school?” Sara had in fact been spanked only three or four days ago, by her best friend and college roommate Nancy, for coming home without her panties three hours after the school library had closed. But their relationship had involved mostly play spanking, not very hard, before Nancy used first her fingers, and then the new anal vibrator, on Sara’s tight little asshole. That night Nan also used a thicker vibrator on Sara’s shaved pussy, as the sexy freshman told her roommate about the cute guy who picked her up in the library stacks, and took her back to his apartment for a good ass reaming. “No, Aunt Fran, you don’t have to spank me more then twice,” from Sara in her best little girl submissive voice. And then Sara realized, Aunt Fran said she was going to spank her on the bare. She hadn’t been spanked by her parents in years, and never by her Aunt Fran, although she had been spanked fairly regularly on her bare bottom for most of the past semester by her older college roommate. “Please, Aunt Fran, not on the bare.” “Sara, you have a serious problem, and only a good long bare bottom spanking will cure it.” “Aunt Fran, please.” G-d, if only Aunt Fran knew how much she enjoyed being spanked on her sexy little bare ass. “Sara, this is for your own good. Now go to your room and wait. When I get up stairs, I want to see you standing in the corner, with your nosed pressed right up against the wall, and your wrists crossed behind your back.” “Please, Aunt Fran, please?” “Missy, get!” It didn’t do any good to argue, so Sara went up the stairs to her room, and stood in the corner as instructed. Sometimes her roommate Nancy made Sara do corner time after a spanking, and it always made her feel like such a dork, but Nan always made it up to her by licking Sara’s hot little pussy until she came.. Sara guessed that Aunt Fran would hit a lot harder than her roommate, that this wouldn’t be a play spanking, and her Aunt definitely would not go down on her when she finished. No, it wouldn’t be a form of foreplay before she and her best friend climbed into bed. Sara could feel the apprehension building in the pit of her stomach as she stood staring at the wall. Her Aunt came into the room five minutes later. It was a very long five minute wait. She heard Aunt Fran come into the room, and then she was told to turn around and saw what her Aunt had in her hands. Sara’s heart stopped beating for a moment. In one hand Sara recognized a strap of heavy leather, a belt Aunt Fran only used with her work pants when she was out working in the yard. In the other she saw one of Aunt Fran’s Tai Chi slippers. “Sara, take off your jeans and your blouse,” her Aunt ordered. “Aunt Fran, please.” “Sara, your whining is getting tedious, do as you’re told, IMMEDIATELY!” She could see Aunt Fran was starting to get really angry, so she did as she was told. Sara was a college freshman, just 18 years old. But she was barely five feet tall and weighed barely 98 pounds. She hadn’t bothered to put on a bra that morning, didn’t really need a bra for her perky little 32-A tits. And her nipples were already hard, both from fear and from arousal at the thought of receiving a bare bottom spanking from her beautiful Aunt Fran. Sara slowly lowered her jeans and stepped out of them. She started to turn around, to face the wall as she unbuttoned her blouse, but her Aunt stopped her. “No, don’t turn around. Look at me, Sara, as you finish undressing.” “Please, Aunt Fran, this is embarrassing.” Sara started to blush. Her nipples were very hard at that moment. “You should have thought about the embarrassment before you went on your spending spree.” One by one Sara opened the buttons, and reluctantly slid the blouse off her shoulders. She tossed the blouse on her bed, and then just stood there in her tiny bikini panties. Sara watched in horror as Aunt Fran put a chair in the center of the room, sat down, and motioned for her niece to come over. The little girl was getting frightened. “Over my knee.” It was a long time since had been spanked in that position. Nancy usually spanked her leaning over her desk, so she could play with Sara’s pussy between swats. Now, Sara’s feet touched the floor on one side, and she could reach down with her hands on the other side for support. Sara knew in that position Aunt Fran had a clear view of her sexy little ass. The panties were very tight across her bottom. Everybody had been pretty modest when she was growing up, and it had been years since her Aunt had seen Sara in her underpants. Just now, all she could feel was humiliation. Then her Aunt let her have it with the slipper. Thwak! Sara had seen these slippers for years, but had never given them much thought. Her Aunt Fran wore them when she did her Tai Chi exercise. They were made of black cloth on top, with a white cotton lining. The sole was red rubber in a waffle pattern. They were European size 40, made at the Red Dove Factory Number 1. Over the summer, before they went away to college, one of Sara’s friends told her that she still got spanked by her mom with a leather slipper and that it didn’t hurt that much, certainly not as much as the hair brush her dad used for punishment. And then the Tai Chi slipper landed on her bottom on the other side, very hard. Thwak! “Ahhh. Please Aunt Fran, that hurt.” “Of course it hurt, you silly little fool, it was supposed to,” from Aunt Fran in a very stern voice. The opposite of Sara, Aunt Fran certainly wasn’t a fool. She had noticed how hard her niece’s perky little nipples were as the young girl undressed. They were such a pretty shade of pink, in contrast to her longer, darker nipples which were equally as hard at that moment. She gave Sara six or seven more, just as hard, on her bottom, and then started on the backs of her legs. These hurt more than on her bottom, and Aunt Fran knew it, so she hit harder. Thwak! Thwak! Thwak! “Ahhhhh. Please, not so hard,” the little girl begged. Aunt Fran stopped for a moment, and Sara though she was finished with the spanking. But she only stopped to lower Sara’s panties. They were very tight and Aunt Fran had to work to get them over Sara’s slim hips. “Please Aunt Fran, not on the bare.” “Lift up,” she commanded, and smacked her niece again with the slipper. Fran got her panties down to the middle of her thighs, and now she could see how red Sara’s bottom really was. She resisted the temptation to caress her niece’s beautiful smooth ass cheeks. ‘Maybe next time, when the little fool does something equally stupid, when I have her over my knees again,’ Fran thought to herself. Then she started all over again, working from side to side, slowly spanking her way down across Sara’s bottom and the backs of her legs. By the time Aunt Fran reached her panties, bunched above her knees, Sara was crying. “Sara, I didn’t think you were a cry baby.” “Sniffle, sniffle, this really hurts, Aunt Fran.” “That’s OK, the first part is over.” The first part. Sara couldn’t imagine there could be more. Then Aunt Fran made the little girl get up and with her panties still in place, hobble back to the corner. This time, she ordered Sara to put her hands on top of her head. Sara had hated to do corner time when she was a child, hated to stand there in only an undershirt after a bare bottom spanking. But standing there in this ridiculous position was much worse, almost the worse humiliation of all. Sara’s back side bottom was burning. That was the only thing she could think of - that her ass and legs were on fire. After ten minutes the pain was still as intense. Then Sara received the next command from Aunt Fran. “Turn around and face me, and then push your panties all the way down and step out of them.” ‘Oh, my G-d, she’s going to see me naked, totally naked,’ Sara thought to herself. “Turn!” “Please,” Sara begged. Her Aunt hit her with the doubled over belt, across the fullest part of Sara’s tight little ass, very hard. Thwak!! “Owee! Please, not so hard.” “Then turn around and do what I tell you!” Sara didn’t want another one as hard, so she turned around and pushed down her panties. She shaved her pussy regularly, lots of college girls who were ‘sexually active’ did, but she never thought she would have to get naked in front of her mother’s sister. She blushed again, and started to cover her pussy. “No, don’t do that,” Aunt Fran ordered. “Please, I’m embarrassed …” “And you should be. But I can see you’re all ready for the beach this summer, so I guess I saved the cost of your bikini wax job.” That was a low blow. Then Aunt Fran pointed at the desk. Quickly Sara went to her desk and lean over it, resting her head on her arms, in the very familiar spanking position. She hoped her Aunt would rub her pussy the way Nancy did, but Sara knew that was too much to hope for. “Sara, I just spanked you for the poor grades this semester.” “But I tried my best.” “SARAH!” “Yes, Aunt Fran?” “You don’t listen. You don’t pay attention. Do I need to spank you with the slipper again tomorrow in the morning?” “No, Aunt Fran.” “I’m going to spank you again, with the strap, to punish you for your spending spree. I won’t ask you to explain some of the things you purchased. You’re almost an adult and you have a right to choose a life style.” ‘That was a relief,’ Sara thought. How do you explain to your mother’s sister that you like to get tied up and fucked in the ass. The Aunt Fran went on, “In England, a naughty girl like you would be punished the cane across her bare bottom, and in France disobedient daughters are regularly beaten with the martinet. But here we’ll have to settle for the strap. And I’ll give you six, very hard, on your bottom. You have to count the strokes. If you miss a count, it doesn’t count, and you have to take it over. Do you understand?” It didn’t do any good to try and explain, especially not the anal probe she loved to have buried deep in her rectum. “Yes, Aunt Fran.” “Before we begin, I think you should thank me. I’m doing this for your own good.” This was too humiliating. There was a long silence. “Sara, do we need to start all over with the slipper? “No, Aunt Fran. And ‘Thank you.’” “Count, please.” Sara could hear the strap as it descended, and then … Thwak! “Ahhh.” “Count.” “One.” Thwak! Thwak! “Two … Three .. Please, Aunt Fran?’ “What is it Sara?” “It hurts too much, Aunt Fran, I can’t take any more.” “Of course it hurts, that’s what a spanking is all about.” Thwak! Thwak! “Four …. Five ….Please, Aunt Fran, my bottom is on fire.” “Only one more.” THWAK! “Ahhhhhh.” “I didn’t hear you count. Do I need to repeat?” “Six, Aunt Fran, please, six., six, I said six.” Sara slumped forward onto the desk, crying profusely. Her Aunt Fran watched for two or three minutes as her pretty young niece sobbed uncontrollably. She resisted the temptation to take the little girl in her arms, to kiss her on the lips, to help dry her tears. Reluctantly the older woman walked from the room. Home for the Holiday Ch. 01 Thoughts while driving four hours: The idea of going to a family reunion - which I'd been thrilled about before - has become unbearable, almost painful. I haven't seen my folks in a really long time, or my sister or her husband. But, I met a girl two weeks ago and we have been inseparable. I would not go at all, but SHE left two days ago, to go home. Her absence is painful. The sex we have is insanely addictive. I'm petrified of it running dry with an absence, like a reservoir without a daily rain, nourishment. Diane's fingers brushing up my thigh. I fear that when next I see her, we could feel - nothing at all. Every time we run out of things to say or when I say something stupid, or don't quite understand what it is she meant my whole body fills with dread. So, now I am driving to Rachel's house, my sister and her husband's house. I have made a solemn vow to mom that I will get along with her this time, but no such promise extends to the lout she is married to. Every time I see him he offers me a job. I say, 'I'm a musician.' He says, I mean a REAL job. She never had problems like mine, always having been miss popular, miss perfect, miss rich, miss have everything she's ever wanted. She's older than me, and married like the richest guy in the area - of course. Self obsessed, her only thoughts are of her and hers. I can feel my fists tighten on the wheel. I always feel left out, second best. Her nickname for me - Loser, or as she says it - Lou-Oozer. Though she hasn't said if for a few years. I wish I could have brought Diane home with me, feeling all smug, SHOWED her off. Feel for once like I'm not unpopular one, the stupid one in the family, a failure. I haven't had sex for the last three days. We been doing it nonstop, everywhere. I think about her going to her home town. Old Boyfriends? New Loves. This vague anxiety, my heart skips in my chest. Fuck! I am hard right now just thinking about her, the warmth of her in my belly. I swear if I'm not miserable alone, I'm freaking out, worried that I'm going to lose all the incredible things I've found. On the topic of insanity, I will be spending a week with my family. I promised mom that Rachel and I would get along, and I will give it my best shot. Be the good son. But I'll Drop the girlfriend bomb on them and lean back, watch my mom smile her approval. I tap the wheel, look at the flat barren landscape of 'home' the thin layer of frost, the gray trees, gray sky, dead grass. Not a lot to do in the middle of nowhere. The phone rings. I look, it's Rachel, "Hey, it's Rachel. Where you at." I hold the phone to my ear, and briefly think - just hang up - you can say you lost connection. "The road. What'd you want?" "Did you get the tickets? When was it again?" "Yeah, I did, Tomorrow night. Last ones. They cost a fortune." "Oh. Uh, Ok then. Uh." Shit. "What?" "Say, I got some things I got to do, for Blake. The afternoon before the concert. You think we could get these things done, like before the concert and . . ." I sighed. Always this drama. "And there's some things he wants me to get, for the week everyone is here. Maybe we could do some shopping too, maybe, even before that. David?? You still there?" "Can't we just, make a plan and . . ." And then I paused, and with a sigh breathed out, "Fine. Whatever." A few more words, and I hung up. She was already ruining my visit. ----------------------- Rachel and I whirl into her house, arms full of crap. Tossing bags, coats, boots, scarves where they can, the foyer is as big as my whole apartment. Fresh flowers, a piano in the other room which I can show off. Going all day long, and we still have to get ready for the concert. I'm feeling stressed and tired when Rachel turns to me, "David." I face her, my arms full of stuff. "I might be too tired to go to the concert tonight." "What!!" "I'm just tired, that's all." "Tired. . . Doing YOUR stuff, Blake's stuff all day, you mean." My voice rising, "I already bought the tickets, Rachel. It wasn't my idea to go shopping AND do all this stuff. They were $150 each. THAT was WHAT WE WERE GOING TO DO TODAY," my voice rising until I realize I am shouting. I surprise even myself. She steps back. "You, you can still go." "Why wasn't Blake doing this shit anyway." To which Rachel looks like I am crazy and looking over her shoulder, says, "He's busy." "I thought we were going to go together, spend time together. YOU asked to do this, got me to buy them." "We have had time together, besides if you are going to be like this, I don't know if I WANT to go along anyway." "What?" She is holding her purse out, "I mean you've been snippy with me all day, here. Here, I'll pay you for my ticket. Just GO." "What? I, have NOT." I put my hand to my eyes. This isn't, God DAMN, happening. "You ALWAYS do this. Listen. I went to YOUR things, and now you are going to go to MY thing. Got it. You are going to this!" My heart is pounding in my chest. "What do I ALWAYS do??" "This. THIS. I make plans. No, you make plans I agree to. But if its something I actually might want to do, well then it's not important is it? Doesn't mean shit to you. NEVER does. Fuck this shit. What are we Blake's little puppet?" "Don't say that, that's not fair." "I do all the things you want to do, all fucking day, but then you don't give a fucking rat's ass about anything that means ANYTHING to me. YOU ALWAYS DO THIS." I am turning away now. "Fuck this shit. God damn it, Rachel!" The energy is draining out of me, so I sit down. I am panting. She is just staring at me. I am rising up from my bent over position, setting the last little bit of crap down now, moving my hand from my eyes to look at her, and can see the resolve in her eyes. The NO. That no compromise look. . . She says again, holding money out in her hand toward me, "I'm not going. Here. It's no big . . . Here, take it." And with that I move to the door, I have to get out of here, away - toward the living room, walking right past her saying as I pass, "God dammit Rach. I don't want your money." She is standing partly in my path and as I brush by, shove her hard out of my way. My hand catches her shoulder and I can feel her spin back. She falls away from me, but I don't look. As I continue, there is this loud THUMP and CRASH - and turning to the noise, can see her laying on her back, sprawled out on the tile floor, her legs up on an Ottoman or bench or something. It looks like her head hit a coat rack. I hadn't seen it there. I had shoved her right over the top of it, she went straight back. Hit her head. Rachel is curling over to her side, going "Ow. Ow. Ow." Sort of whimpering and holding her arms over her head. "Rach I, I didn't mean. I'm sorry." And I am rushing around, taking her hand. She rolls to face me and begins to push herself up. At the moment she sits on the ottoman, she glares at me, "Why are we like this?" "I'm sorry, its, I'm sorry. You ok? You don't want to go. Ok. Ok." She continues, "We always fight." There is a silent pause before she stands up, getting ready to walk away, then faces me. I can see it in her face, that she is holding back tears. She looks as if she is crumbling. "Rach." Her nose is getting red, her eyes brimming with tears, and she is talking fast, "I wasn't going to, I wanted us to go. I really, did. But we have everybody coming to stay here, and Blake needs these things, and he wanted it to be nice, and I just can't keep everybody happy can I? So now this, I am a failure, and I so wanted to," and then through sobs, "But all day long. All day, you are - so mean. Everybody is so mean. Why do you all hate me so much?" "I don't hate you." Her shoulders are shaking in sobs, and she is really crying now. "You have any idea how mean you have been to me, all day long? I have enough trouble with," and she simply looks over her shoulder. Rachel is looking at me wide-eyed, glassy with tears. She is standing right in front of me and I take her in my arms and feel her lean against me. "Rach, I'm sorry. I don't know everything. It's just that. I had plans, thought we had already made plans." "We had, I told you what happened." "I wanted to do this one thing, it was your idea." She is just sobbing now, "Why? Why do you hate me?" I can feel her trembling in my arms. So vulnerable. I hold her back away from me, I'm trying to comfort her, "I wanted a quiet day is all, I don't hate you. I wanted to do something for you. And then you want all this other. It feels like, I don't matter at all." "For me. FOR me, how about with me. I didn't know. And why this, why are these things," and she grabs the tickets from my hands, "So fucking important anyway. It was an idea I had. That's all. It's not like you had to pay for them. What about with, What about doing something WITH me, like today WAS." She leans in again, and I squeeze her to me, "I didn't know. Didn't know you were upset, or . . . or anything. You never say, anything. Don't explain." "You don't listen." I could feel her hair brushing against my ear, the pain in her, shaking against me. Sobbing. "Does it matter. Besides. I can't please everyone, don't even know why I tray. And you, it's always ONE THING. And God, if its not that." "Rach . . . Rach." She leans her head back again, shaking her hair out of her face. There is this singular moment, and she is suddenly so beautiful. Her green eyes, tears streaming down her face, her mouth. I lean in, and kiss her. Kiss her right on the lips, a short kiss, can feel her kiss me back. I lean away, "You ok?" She nods, smears her hand on her cheek and leans in to kiss me once more. "Yes. I'm ok," speaking as her lips touch mine. We are kissing, a soft slow kiss. I turn my head and lower my chin, pull her closer, can feel her follow with her mouth and as I cradle her in my arms, open my mouth and take her lower lip between my own. I can feel her open her mouth, soft, warm, wet and we touch tongues. Electric. I let go, we fall away from each other. Her head is tipped back, her eyes looking at me. We say nothing. She suddenly seems small and fragile. My whole life I was smaller, shorter than her, but today I feel stronger, for the first time. I carefully lean in one more time. No pretense, we are calmed, and I intend to kiss her. We touch lips again. This gentle, slow, lingering kiss as she presses her lower lip out for me, letting me kiss, nibble, chew her lower lip. I love the way her mouth feels. Her taste, holding my mouth open, letting her explore my mouth with her tongue. When suddenly she breaks away. "I'm sorry, I." I realize I have nothing to say. Have no idea what just happened. She turns, but stops a moment. I say again, "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to." Did not want to use any word for it, "You ok?" I have no idea what to do, where to go. I touch her shoulder, and she pulls away from me, begins to randomly gather packages. I start to help, there being no reason to do any of this. "I'm ok. I need to put this stuff away." And with her arms full with the randomly grabbed bags, she leaves. --------------------- Rachel threw the packages down on the sofa, and then continued to the other side of the house into her room, closing the door a little too hard. Slam! She slipped out of her jeans and her top, and was sitting in bra and panties combing her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. A moment later the door opened and closed again, "What was all that racket." It was Blake standing there now in a dark suit coat and khaki pants. "It's nothing, we got home. Don't worry yourself about it." "There was shouting, I thought I heard crying." Rachel wiped her eyes quickly, it was obvious she had been crying. "You two fighting ALREADY?" Rachel said, "No. It's just that, I don't want to go to the concert now, and He got mad at me." "Not going to the concert? Why?" She stood up, suddenly feeling bare, exposed in front of her husband and put a robe on. Thinking, 'What is going on with me?' She was unable to tell him everything, and he was sensing her reticence. Her heart was pounding. She was tired of the questions, of men telling her what she was going to do. Rachel drew her fingers across her lips. She could still feel the kiss. "I don't want to." "Listen, that concert was important to David." "You don't know what happened? The day I had. I'm tired." "I don't need to know. And I BET he's mad. You can't just blow something like that off, you know. I know you two don't get along but dammit, your going. You, go tell him that." Rachel sat down again, her heart beating now with a different wind of emotion. "I have a million things to do tomorrow, I need to unpack all everything I had to get, and do, for YOU." "Wait a second. I didn't want everyone here this week. THAT was you. You want them here, this was food and stuff we need this week. You don't have to put anything away. That we can have done. Rachel, Your being . . ." "Unreasonable." She knew what he was going to say. "Unreasonable." And with a different tack, she went over and sat by Blake, "I want to stay home," and leaning her body against him, "be here with you. I knew you are going to be home tonight." He stood, "No. No. You go tell David, your going." A dizziness came over her with his words. Go see David. Why, Rachel was not exactly sure. She had been so centered on the fact that she was not going, taht she CAN'T go, when now the thought of actually going to the concert brought butterflies to her stomach. She was suddenly nervous. And to go and tell him? "You're right, Ok, I'll go." Rachel, still stung by being ordered about, first by her brother and then her husband, gave a chaste little kiss and left. --------------------- I had gone straight to the guest room and was now paging through a magazine while laying on my bed. Yet, I could NOT stop thinking about Rachel, whom I had moments before held so softly in my arms. It was crazy. Was she angry? She had disappeared so quickly. I looked at my watch, 6:30. Shit. Shit. Shit. I had better get ready if I'm still going. I honestly did not feel like doing anything. Just as I lay the magazine beside myself, there was a knock at the door. "David?" It was Rachel. "Yes?" Rachel opened the door, just enough to poke her head in, "Hey." She was smiling, but still seemed nervous. I could see her shape framed in the doorway, wearing a fluffy pink robe. When she stepped in, I was imagining how she had felt in my arms, closing my eyes as she stepped into my room, trying to shake the thoughts out of my head. "I had some time to think, and I decided David. I want to go." "Yeah?!" I felt a wave of happiness. It was alright. I gave Rachel a big grin. "Great. You won't be disappointed." She looked down at herself and held out the tie of her robe, "I need a little time to get dressed again." There was a pause, and Rachel feeling the need, continued, "Um, about what happened." "No. Forget it. I'm sorry, it's just that you were crying. It happened. Nothing." This flood of words came out of me, papering over my sense of guilt. I could feel my cheeks redden. I looked away as I felt my ears burn red. "Ok. Meet you downstairs. We can leave it at that then, good." --------------------- Rachel was still sore at, really everyone, but for reasons she did not fully know. At David for being so angry, at Blake for making her go to the concert when she did not really want to, at herself for being pushed around. Yet, there was something else. She had butterflies, and the idea of the concert began to excite her suddenly. It was a full choral orchestra, with modern music blended in, music she had grown to love with her years as David's older sister. He played a cello, and she could remember its eerie hauntingly beautiful sound fill the house. It was a chance to really get dressed up. She was also angry at Blake and without really admitting it wanted him to know what he could be missing. She chose her most delicious little black dress - a light rayon fabric - and was giggling wickedly at herself in the mirror as it slipped up her legs and over her shoulders. The only thing on underneath was a small pair of black panties. The fabric, its lightness, felt wonderful. Standing in the mirror, she turned to see the back as well and approving of what she saw said to no one, "Now where are those shoes?" The black dress showed off her white shoulders perfectly, and she had brushed out her shining dark hair framing her face and falling in a mane down her back. She had put on just the right amount of makeup and applied the reddest lipstick she had, accentuating one of her best features - her mouth. The dress plunged between her perfect tear drop breasts, and cinched tight around her waist accentuating her hourglass shape. It was also the shortest dress she had, with the hem ending at just below her crotch. She could feel the cool breeze on her legs and her pussy tingled as she walked, feeling deliciously decadent. Her heels were black and high stiletto's, pushing her ass back when she walked and showing off her long legs. Blake hated when she wore heels because they made her taller than him, but she was still shorter than David - and tonight she was going out with David. The effect was just what she wanted, David's admiring gaze, mixing with Blake's jealous flare. Rachel glided down the stairs, enjoying her effect on everyone. "Well, I'm ready." And as she passed Blake, "Sorry you are so busy tonight. I could have spent it with you," saying it quickly and silently, out of earshot of David. All he said was, "Have a good time then," and turning, was gone. ------------------- The concert was fantastic. The seats were up at the side of the auditorium, in small balcony overhangs, shared by only three others. Rachel leaned her shoulder against me whispering in my ear, "I do love this, don't you?" The music filled her with happiness. As she sat there I slipped my arm around her. Rachel was filled with a delicious eroticism, helped in part by the two glasses of red wine she'd had before the concert at the bar. As she leaned against me, I glanced down her front, watching as she played with her hair then smoothing down the fabric of her dress and grasping the hem at the top of her thigh and tugging it a little lower. The skirt riding up high on her legs. I could feel myself grow hotter as she curled her fingers under the hem, and taking her other hand in mine gave a squeeze. I noticed how the narrow bands fabric that covered her breasts would curve away from her body lightly, allowing me to see perfectly from beside her the outlined curve of her breast. The sight of the curving bottom of her breast hugged by the thin fabric made my breath catch in my throat. I could feel myself stiffen at the combination of her warmth leaning against me, her fingers stroking her leg, and the vision of her soft breasts. Rachel could sense my eyes on her, and catching my glances would meet mine and just smile quickly, as I closed my arms around her further; and underlying everything happening this evening I could not stop thinking how we had actually kissed. The feel of her mouth opening to mine. The feel of her lower lip held between my teeth. Rachel's shoulders were so small. It was the first time I realized how small she was, how delicate. She had always been this larger than life person. Invulnerable. It was weird. She had such a beautiful mouth. To now know its taste. ------------ At the intermission, Rachel and I slipped down to the bar again, having ordered additional drinks that they set out for later. Rachel picked hers up quickly and took a deep sip. Home for the Holiday Ch. 01 "Mmmmm, so David, you glad I came?" Rachel stood so close, twirling her skirt a little as she faced me, with her head tilted back almost leaning her chest against me. Tipsy. "Of course. It isn't often I get to. . ." but I stopped, caught myself. I did not want to finish that thought. The wine going to my head as well. Rather, I instead said, "Isn't it good?" "What? What were you GOING to say?" "Nothing." "Tell me. Come on, I want to know. Say it." She ran her finger across one of the buttons of my shirt, playful, giggles. I know she was sensing it was about her, about her - looks. She was loving her effect on everyone around her. "It's just that, I was going to say, it isn't often I get to be with such a beautiful woman. Who happens, also to be my . . ." But she didn't let me finish. "I guess I did notice you looking at me in there," letting her eyes look back and forth as she talked, as if we were sharing a wicked little secret, and leaning in close gave me a short kiss on the cheek. Another kiss. Her warm lips on me, even if just my cheek. I closed my eyes. "Beautiful huh?" In that moment, I looked at Rachel from the top of her head, letting my eyes linger slowly down her body. Looking at her breasts, at her waist, her hips, her long legs. I took her hand and walked out of the crowd of people and we sat together by the large glass wall of the concert hall, each of us being able to see our reflection in the glass. The benches were low and had no back. She sat facing away from the glass - away from her reflection - while I had sat the other way on the bench facing the glass, so she was facing away, so I took her elbow and turned her to me, so as she turned her knees slid to the edge of the bench and then continuing she was turning herself at the waist. The effect was that her dress did not turn with her body, and with her body turning more than the fabric it was causing her breasts to shift from beneath the fabric. So here was Rachel, sitting beside me now, drunk, facing me, and the curve of her breast was fully visible. I was staring openly down at her chest, thinking to myself that if she were to turn a little bit more that I would be able to see her naked breast. Everything. Even as I thought that, Rachel noticing our reflection cooed to me, "Oh, we are a cute couple, you and I." And she said that, turned herself that extra little bit more, and leaning forward her breast twisted free from beneath that little black dress. I was speechless, breathless. The fabric fallen away from her body, her breast was tipped out from under her dress. Her tight little pink nipple. I knew she could clearly see her breast, reflected in the mirror and I watched her intently, could feel my erection grow hard. Her prefect perfect breast. She had to know. All I said was, "Yes. Yes we are," as she turned herself back to me reconcealing her perfect breast beneath the fabric, as if she had taken something from her purse and put it back again. Damn. She knew her body, what she was doing, what effect she was having. It was delicious, harmless fun. But after what she had just done to me, I wanted to play this game too. So as I said that, 'Yes. Yes we are.' I took her shoulder and this time it was I who twisted her around to the mirror, baring her breast again. I felt her body move with my touch, felt her yield. She could not see this as anything other than purposeful. I added, "You are so beautiful," as we looked in the glass, at the reflection of her breast in the glass. She grew suddenly shy, and startled I believe by the strength of my hands on her, how I held her there. I let go and she twisted herself back again. "David. Behave!" She knew. At that moment, the lights began blinking, and Rachel stood. "We have to go back in." I took her hand, and as we walked I whispered in her ear, "I know we have had our issues. But, it was really sweet of you to go with me tonight, and dress up so sexily for me. Such a show." "Not too much is it?" Rachel frowned, giving me this sideways glance. "Absolutely perfect. This is one of my best nights. Ever. One I will never forget. You are one erotic woman. I never told you that before, and you will never hear it from me again." Those words went right through her, the wine, the room was swirling about her and Rachel leaned in and touched her lips to mine. I was truly surprised, but yielding, and wrapping my arm around her waist we shared one more brief kiss. The kind of kiss not normally shared by a brother and sister, in front of all these people. "Lets go." I chalked it up to the absence of my girlfriend, the anxiety, the fight, and three glasses of red wine. Home for the Holiday Ch. 02 The concert was fantastic. By the third song, we had regained much of our energy and, I thought, recovered to where we should have been for the whole day. I kept stealing peeks at her, watching her mouth. The way she pulled her dark hair from her face. Thinking of how we had actually kissed. Her shoulders were so small. It was the first time I realized how small she was, delicate. She had always been this larger than life person to me. Invulnerable. I had never made her cry. It was weird. She had a beautiful mouth. It felt so good. I chalked it up to my stirred up state, the absence of my girlfriend, and all the anxiety I was feeling, and the fight. She didn't turn toward me, but was just watching the concert, swaying with the music, closing her eyes, and pulling at her hair - twirling the ends in her fingers. The way she does. ------------------ When we got home it was not really that late, something like 11:00, and even though the day was exhausting I really was not tired anymore. As we walked up the stairs, my sense was that the same was true for Rachel and so when we got up to the top of the steps, I asked if she wanted to maybe watch a movie. Rachel smiled at the suggestion. I added, "A peace offering." "Yeah. That's a good idea, I'm not tired." She touched her dress, and looking down at herself said, "Let me get out of this," and stepped away and through the open door to her room. "I'll change too. My pajamas still in here?" "Nothing in your room, or mom and dads room, has changed - yet. Everything the same." When we came back down, I was in a silly looking pair of long sleeved blue pajamas. She was in this red nightgown that clung to her shoulders, and fell lightly around her to about mid thigh. We picked out a movie and settled in next to each other on the sofa. I went and found some beers. As I stepped out of the kitchen, she looked at the cans and asked, "I have some wine in the dining room. Would that be ok? I feel like some wine. You, can have beer." I turned, trying to be as pleasant as I could. "Ok. I'll check." I went back to the dining room and grabbed a bottle, put the beers away and brought down two wine glasses. Poured hers and mine. As I poured, she gave me an approving smile. Normally I would have been all huffy, handed her the bottle and drank from my can. I thought about that. Is that how I am? As the movie was playing we bantered back and forth about what we had been doing, about her work, school, about a scene as it flickered across the screen here and there. I asked when mom and dad were coming home, and she said not until Monday - so two days. She had this grin as we talked, leaning back into the sofa, relaxing into the cushions, and turning her head to me as we were talking, holding her wine in both hands. Her expression was not matching our conversation at all. At some point I was piqued by her, this look like she had, of something in her mind that she was hiding. "What is it?" "Hmmm." Her eyes turned to me. "You keep having this grin, like there is some sort of joke I don't know about." "No. I keep . . . Nothing," but then the grin again. "What?" "WE kissed!" I reach for my glass of wine, thinking back, "Yeah, we did." "Well, it's just that, that was kind of . . . weird." "It sort of, happened." "I know. You, kissed me first though." "Did I?" I couldn't remember. I paused, could feel my heartbeat race a little, could feel how close she was just then. "I guess I did. But you kissed me second." I couldn't think of anything else to say. She leaned back into the sofa, facing me, "Weird. WE kissed." "Not something I'd say to anybody." "No." And then reaching for the bottle, refilled her wine glass. We were both falling silent again, sitting side by side and facing the movie. Without turning Rachel added, "You're a pretty good kisser." It is a funny thing with me. When she said that, a feeling of pride rose in me. "Yeah? Thanks." I kept watching the show, just a sideways glance at her. A compliment, from my sister, I thought. Of all the compliments I might have been fishing for from my family, THAT one was wholly unexpected. She brought the wine to her lips and drank. I reached for my glass and did the same, adding, "I been practicing." "Oh really? Something I don't know about?" I was very conflicted now. Diane and I had gone out for two weeks, not really a girlfriend. But WAS. I fully intended to talk about her, but not like this. Not now. It somehow became complicated. "Well - us, you know, I'm in college now, meeting women." "Ohhh," Deflected. We were sitting shoulder to shoulder now, and I could feel each time she would turn to look at me, feel her hair brush on my ear. Holding her hair back with the flat of her hand as she looked at me, the way she does. I looked at her again, "What?" "Mmmm. I don't know. I'd, I'd let you kiss me again." I was looking her right in the eyes as she said that, and watched as she sort of relaxed back against the cushions. I was speechless, didn't know how to read this. Was she joking? "Yeah. Right." Was all I could think to say. "If you wanted. I mean, just tonight, like before." "All right." We set our wine glasses down, and I leaned in toward her as she turned to me, expectant. She did not move away as I moved toward her, except to move her mouth toward mine, looking me in the eyes. "Close your eyes." "Hmmm," that grin again. "I kiss with my eyes open." I began to brush her hair back, letting it fall over the back of the sofa. She has wonderful almond eyes, hazel, with these dark eyebrows and lashes that bring out the whites. I paused right at her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. "Ok." And she closed her eyes. I could see her mouth relax, her lips part, waiting. And ever so lightly, like a bee on a flower I touched my lips to hers. We just touched our lips together, when I began to nuzzle in and, like before, took her lower lip between my lips and softly so softly we kissed, I sort of nibbled and chewed on her lower lip. She held her mouth open, held her lower lip out for me, tipping her chin back. And we kissed. She backed away, and lifting herself a little she looked at me. "That's what it is. That's what I like." She took my hand again and leaning to me, began to kiss and chew MY lower lip. This delicious little moan, "Mmmmm. That's nice." I turned myself to her and opening my mouth began to run my tongue over her upper lip, and over the ridge of her teeth, could feel her begin to breath harder, pressing her mouth to me. I felt her lean back into the sofa cushion and I followed her back. She ran her hand over the top of my head, tussling, playing with my hair as we kissed. The warmth between us rising, leaning as we did onto the sofa, sinking lower until we were laying there side by side facing each other. We stopped, and quietly lay like that, looking at the other. Her eyes were moving over my face. She was looking at my hair, my eyes, my nose, my lips. I was looking at her the same way. My hand lay at her waist. We lay like that looking at each other. "This ok?" I asked. "S'nice." She took her hand away and pushed herself back into the cushions, away from me. I saw her tugging her nightgown down around her legs, and I noticed how it had ridden up her thighs; and honestly, I didn't even begin thinking about doing anything besides kissing. But as she did that and I noticed how her nightgown had ridden up, saw her bare thighs, the way the fabric fell around her waist, and the way her breasts pressed against the fabric. The outline of her nipples. I felt myself getting more aroused. Suddenly, I was hard and I needed to adjust. Which, frankly is quite embarrassing when the person who has aroused you is your sister. I tried to discretely adjust myself, but she saw. She basically looked down at my crotch as I tugged on myself. "Sorry," she said as she noticed me looking at her. "It's alright." I finished adjusting myself, the line of my cock ran up the front of my bottoms. "I guess kissing will have that effect, no matter who you kiss." I was red with embarrassment. She brought pressed herself upright. I did the same and we both moved ourselves back to a sitting position on the sofa. "We are being sooooo stupid," this playful voice that I had never heard from her before. She leaned back toward me and gave me one more slow lingering kiss as I sat next to her before standing up, twirling once, letting her red nightgown sort of spin out from her body. She looked at her empty bottle of wine, our empty glasses and then at me. She looked over at the movie, which was now a blue screen and had been for how long? As she walked away from, without turning, said, "Thanks for a really fun evening." And pausing at the stairs, "If you tell anyone I'll have to kill you, nite sweet." I simply called out after her, "Nite." ------------------- Here's another really weird element of the whole story. The whole time we grew up was in this house. Our rooms are on the second floor and we always during that time shared a bathroom. One side went into her room, and one into mine. She only owns the house now because our parents moved into assisted living. She wanted to move back in, and they sold her the house. Anyway, even though it is her house, nothing in it has really changed. My room is still mine, hers still hers. We keep our parents room exactly as it was, and their private bathroom. They like to come over once in a while, and it is nice. It makes their transition not so final. So . . . we still share a bathroom. Not a big deal at all. While we all lived in the house, we had sort of worked out a whole morning routine that resulted in no overlap at all. I knew when she was in there and she knew when I would be in there. Now we were back in our rooms and there was the one bathroom. It was not such a big deal and we could knock, keep track of whether the bathroom were empty or not empty. But now, waking up and seeing the sunshine fill the room, the house all silent, exactly as I remembered, I lay in my bed looking over at that bathroom door, and thinking of her on the other side in her room. I closed my eyes, and thought about last night. The whole experience of running into her gave me butterflies. I don't really know what I was thinking, except that as I lay thinking about my girlfriend Diane, suddenly the feelings of Rachel and I the night before would slip quietly into my thoughts. Not that we had done anything besides kiss. And her words, "You are a really good kisser." Somehow the whole experience, everything, made me feel like a really sexy guy. I was hard again, and had to pee. I got up, pausing in front of the bathroom door, and knocked. No answer. I tipped the door open and the lights were out. I went in, peed, and then rubbed a washcloth over my face and looked in the mirror. As I reached for my shaver, the door opened. Her side. There stood Rachel in the same red nightgown. Her hair was wild around her shoulders. "Sorry. Habit. I should of checked. You aren't usually up yet." I set the razor back on the shelf, "Here, let me go, give you a sec." "No. No. Ignore me. I just got to pee." As I stood there, she turned herself back onto the toilet and, letting her red nightgown fall around the seat, sat down and peed. I was shaving, looking in the mirror, but stealing glances. My heart was beating in my chest as she sat there. It wasn't that she was peeing beside me. It was that she had no panties on. Nothing under that nightgown. What about last night? I suddenly heard her, "Sleep alright?" "Yeah, I did. You?" She had that same grin. "Yeah, Fine. I think I had a little too much wine. I need some water and some Tylenol." She stood up and stepped over to the sink. I felt her brush in beside me, reach for the water, turn it on. The fabric of her nightgown touching my thigh. She was standing there, no panties. The fabric falling around her. "Might have done something stupid." I barely responded to her now. I have to say right now that this is probably my ultimate fetish. There is something about a woman who you know is not wearing panties. Whether its under a night gown, or dress, or even if she is pants on without panties. It is crazy. It is a thing I have, cannot control, and I could not help but imagine her standing there. Just her nightgown on. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Nothing on underneath, nothing at all, leaving it all to imagination. I knew she had no bra on last night when we were laying by each other on the sofa, but no panties? I thought about the way we lay side by side, the way her nightgown had ridden up her thighs while we kissed, me laying there facing her. My hand on her waist. I could feel her bare skin beneath the thin fabric. I had barely touched her that night, so it was not like I had 'checked.' I had not even thought about anything else but our kisses. Kissing my sister. She drank her water and left. I was rock hard again. ----------------------- "I miss you so much!" *God I missed Diane* I sat on the bed and simply drank in her voice. Intoxicating. She told me to call her first thing I got up. "I'm going crazy without you. It's been four days." "Four days! I know exactly what you mean." "We have eight more days before we see each other. I'm back in six days . . . can you leave early?" "I, maybe." "I'll make it soooo worth your while. What you want to do to me? If you come back sooner I'll let you do ANYTHING." I was raging rock hard now. "I can think up some pretty nasty things." She laughed, "I bet you can. Name some." "Sort of, maybe, back door kind of things." "Mmmmmm. I don't know what you mean." Then, "Really! That is kind of nasty." She paused, "I'd go out without my panties on for you when we go out, a whole week. How about that??" She knew my fetish. No panties. Again. God I lay back on the bed and tugged my boxers down. I was dripping wet and started to rub myself. Closing my eyes, imagining Diane . . . and that red nightgown - Rachel. Her images filling my mind. "You making me crazy." "I want you to finger me when we are in a restaurant, I'll let you taste me. Oh God David, God I need a fuck." "Wait. Just wait when I get back." "Why wait? Your here now. David, Fuck me." "Oh baby, I'm laying on you right now." "I got my panties off and my legs are wide open for you." "Where are you?" "Upstairs, my parents house." "They there?" "Hmmm. Hmmm." "Turn around." "Oh god you are so bad, I got my fingers all inside myself right now." "Oh god I want to fuck you." "Fuck me." "My good little girl." "Not so very good. Oh I'm on all fours now, like you want me baby. Come on, fill me up. Fuck me, oh god I feel it, I'm pushing back against you." "Oh fuck," I could feel myself cumming, ribbons of cum. I was smearing it up and down my cock. "I'm going to cum in you baby right, now. Take me in all of me. Rub your clit for me, harder, fast." "Oh yeah, tell me what to do. Anything." "Your cunt wet?" "Oh god baby its so wet." "I want to lick you so bad, I can fuck you hard, bend you right in half." Yeah, give it give it to me. Oh god, oh yeah. Mmmmmm. That was nice. I'm a mess. Oh, not enough, I'm gonna have to cum like a dozen times today. I'll try get back, promise. I got to clean up now. Call me soon. I might need you again. I laughed, masturbation hot line something like that. -------------------- She was right, it wasn't enough. I went downstairs for breakfast, and there was Rachel reading the paper. She looked up at me, a sort of renewed awkward moment. I didn't really know what to say exactly, and I decided not to mention anything about the other day. Right now, my awkwardness had nothing to do with the kissing. I was ok with that, it was the no-panties on. She was still in her nightgown. She was sitting and the bottom hem rode high on her thighs. She was not keeping her legs together. I was noticing all these things, because I kept thinking about the no panties and I was still totally wild from just five minutes ago with Diane. Fucking God, phone sex and no-panties. (To be Continued) Home for the Holiday Ch. 03 I had changed into jeans and a T shirt, and padding quietly into the kitchen poured some coffee and sat down across from Rachel. She was still in her red nightgown, barefoot, reading the paper. It was a radiantly sunny day, and the light shone in through the kitchen window over her shoulder as she looked up and smiled, before turning to her paper again. I interrupted the silence with, "Can I have some?" "Huh." She looked up. I flushed with her eyes suddenly on me. "The paper." She handed me a random stack that lay beside what she was reading. It's funny when you are thinking about something that you are not going to talk about with someone, you cannot think of anything else to say. AND you can NOT stop thinking about what you are not going to say. I kept glancing at her in that red nightgown, imagining her as she sat, her legs parted slightly. No panties. Her bare pussy pressing into the chair. I could not get the image out of my mind. Her hair was still disheveled. No words would come to me. So, I silently read along with her. After about five minutes she set the paper down, and taking her mug in her hand rose to the coffee pot, saying as she went, "I'm thinking of going shopping again today." She said it to no one in particular, and I could not see her as she spoke, though I was the only one in the room. She came back into view, "You probably don't want to do that anymore, huh?" I didn't. "No. Not, Not really." "S'ok. I thought maybee," a hint of pleading in her voice. "Sorry." She took on a matter of fact tone, "What are YOUR plans then?" I could sense a touch of frustration. "Well, I think I might just wrap what I got yesterday for the tree and clean the house, maybe go for a run. YOU could help you know." She looked around like she hadn't noticed it was dirty. "Oh yeah, we are supposed to do that aren't we? I don't like cleaning in the morning." "Or the afternoon or evening either." "We going to get in another fight?" She said it playfully, but making her point. I caught myself. I do do that? I was filled with these mean rejoinders, 'Snippy' was the word she had used. I recalled that I probably did the same thing with Diane. "Was that snippy?" Looking at me she touched her nose, "And parental, And . . " "I get the idea." I picked up my cup to walk into the living room. "Don't go. Tell me about this new girlfriend of yours." I hadn't really mentioned it? I turned again and sat down, "Diane?" "That her name? You hadn't told me." She repeated it, stretching out the pronunciation the way she does, so it came out, "Di--ane. You already call her today?" "Yes. How did you know?" I kept looking at her nightgown. "I figured you would. If I were someones NEW girlfriend and we were apart for the first time I'd want him to call me. It's sweet that you did, a whole side of you. I figured." She looked up at me, and caught my eye. A wink? Indecipherable. I looked into her eyes and then away. "You should go shopping with me. I don't want to go alone." "I really don't want to." She smiled her broad full smile at me, "I can make it, worth your while." I froze. My heart caught in my throat. I didn't want to say anything. Had she heard my conversation with Diane? That was Diane's exact phrase. I was measured, not sure what to say. She had been downstairs the whole time hadn't she? It was a coincidence. "Meaning?" Rachel just shrugged, looking at me expectantly. I felt a trembling come over me, my fingers tingling as I stared down at Rachel seated in that little red nightgown, looking up at me as I simply replied, "Ok." It represented a sort of compliance, or complicity. She had to know what I was thinking when I said 'ok,' but what was meant by 'making it worth my while?' We had kissed last night, twice, and here she was in that little nightgown, probably no panties on underneath. My heart was pounding as she rose from her chair once again and began to walk out of the kitchen, smoothing that nightgown over her body as she walked. All I had done was say I would go shopping. What had she implied? What had she heard? I tried to clear my head. When next I noticed, she was gone. I heard her calling, "Ill go get ready. We can clean up later." I called out, "Ok. I'll wait for you here." I could see her bounding up the stairs from where I was sitting. The fabric of her nightgown dipping up between her legs right at her ass with each step. Fuck. --------------- I was carrying packages again, schlepping from shop to shop. Not a single store I found interesting in the entire Mall. It is just awful. There were at least eighty stores here, and I swear not a single one of them sold even one useful thing. Nothing. Just belts and shoes and makeup and clothes and bangles and wireless telephone services. Rachel was wearing this really cute cream colored dress that was tight at her waist and flowing around her legs to just above the knees. It had a V in front that accentuated both her delicate shoulders and breasts. Beautiful. She was in a really good mood, and I had resolved myself not to be snippy. We did not go in to a sit-down place for lunch, I was pretty insistent about getting back home, but not in a mean way. She was also more accommodating, and not ignoring everything I had to say, the way she does. In the back of my mind I kept thinking of her PROMISE or whatever it was. 'I can make it worth your while.' A few times when she was occupied or changing into different outfits, I would sneak a call to Diane who was similarly shopping. So I was sitting in clothing stores watching my sister parading clothes for me, and listening and advising Diane over the phone, who was doing the same thing. Waiting. --------------- When we got home, we had to unload everything again. It did end up being later than I had wanted. But we really dug in and cleaned the house good, and had a nice meal. At some point she was taking a break, we were nearly through with all chores, and the last of the dishes were washed when she says to me, "I think we should have a movie night again." All I said was, "Ok." I could feel myself trembling at her words. It is difficult to describe the pleasure that was rising over me as I anticipated sitting with her and 'watching movies' again tonight. Anticipation is perhaps one of the most wonderful of feelings. ---------------- We were in the basement again. She, in her nightgown - the red one of course - and I in my goofy blue pajamas. She had made this cryptic promise, 'I'll make it worth your while.' I was a bundle of nervous energy. Her remark obviously didn't mean while shopping. Nothing happened. I put the movie in, had already brought out some wine and poured it in our glasses. This was becoming our routine while I was home apparently. She sat next to me, and I sensed a nervousness in the air. Probably just me. As she brought the wine to her lips, she said, "You can be really pleasant when you want to be." "Today, you mean?" "Hmmm," she nodded. "What a good day. You were never snippy. AND I want you to take notice, I helped clean the house." "You did. Thanks! A real trooper." She took another sip, "Oh, that's really good," while leaning back into the sofa and putting her feet up on the coffee table, causing her nightgown to drop over the edge and pull tight around her thighs. "This is so nice." I could see the fabric form over her pussy and hips. No panty line at all, the bulge of her tummy, the little mound of her puss. No panties. I leaned back as she did, put my feet up as well, sort of mirroring her movements. My hand trembled slightly as I sipped some wine, though I don't think she noticed. I was a little quieter than usual. I had too many thoughts, too many things I didn't think I could say. I couldn't keep track. I set my glass down, and breathed out, "So, what did you mean this morning?" "Hmmm?" "I went shopping. WE went shopping. I went along. You said you would, 'Make it Worth my while.'" "Ohh that." Saying it as if she were just remembering, giving me that grin. She reached for the bottle of wine, topped off her glass and mine. I watched her knees rise up as she set her feet at the edge of the table. Watched as her nightgown fell back down her thighs and she wobbled her knees back and forth. I was going crazy. Was she doing this on purpose? SHE was making me crazy. I couldn't stop looking at her bare thighs. I knew she had no panties on tonight. Could feel myself stiffening a little, my heart beating in my chest. "I guess I just meant that I was going to get you, another gift - or something." "Oh." I began to deflate. She was looking at me closely, to read my response before continuing, "And I did too. I got you something really nice. You were with me the whole time, but I still managed to sneak a little something past you. You'll really like it." "Mmmm. Ok." So, that was that. There was a pause. I noticed the movie playing. The energy draining from the room. In a way I felt deflated, I had really thought that it had meant something - something more. She was still watching, and added, "Is that what YOU thought I meant?" "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I. No big deal. Lets watch, the movie." Rachel began leaning to me a little, "Is it?" I was getting very uncomfortable. It wasn't, and she knew it. She was like this cat with a toy. She was moving close to me, touching my shoulder with hers and turning so we were face to face. "Or, I guess, IF it's ok with Di--ane. You know, we COULD kiss a little bit again. IF that's the meaning you took this morning when you agreed to go shopping with me. I can see how you might of." There was a little pout, pressing her lower lip out. She took another sip of wine, this sparkle in her eye. I almost couldn't contain what I was feeling just then. It felt as if I would explode. I scarce could contain myself. What would I say? It came out, "Uhhh," I looked down a bit, embarrassed. "Well, uh, I did think you might have been hinting at something like that, yeah. This morning." I could barely get the words out. "And you went with me, didn't you?" I nodded. "That the reason why?" "Maybe. I." "Thought we might?" She stretched her arms up just then, a straining long stretch of her whole body as she said that, bringing her arms way up over her head; and it was in that moment I sensed a touch of nervousness in her as well. She brought her arms back down, and lay them on my arms. "So, what do you think?" She was holding her mouth right before mine. I could feel her warmth emanate into my body. She continued in a whisper, "We can, if you want." I waited a beat, she didn't move. She had closed her eyes, and I moved to her. Touched her, gently took her hands in mine. Let our lips barely touch. She held her mouth there for me. I was kissing her for the third time. Giving her these short, sweet, delicate little kisses. Soft as the red wine we were drinking. She didn't move as I kissed her like that. She leaned back from me a little, opened her eyes, "Mmmmm. That's nice." I reached for my drink, "Yeah. Nice. Crazy, nice," and took a big sip. She still had a hand on my arm. "Hmmm. You ok?" I nodded. "Fine. Yeah." She was leaning toward me again, and lightly kissed ME this time, softly opening her mouth and giving me a little ridge of her tongue. We touched tongues, letting them play. I was slipping my tongue over the top of hers and up along the line of her teeth. I took in her lower lip again, and as we kissed lay my hand right at her hip. She let go of me again, another drink of wine. I left my hand holding her hip and followed her movements as she reached for her glass, following her as she moved. Could feel her bare skin beneath the fabric. "Mmmm. I like the way WE taste." She set the glass down, "Goes good with the wine." She faced me again and I kissed her, a little harder this time. Hungry. Pressing myself to her, she began to lean back along the sofa as I followed. Her arms curling up over her head as she leaned back, and draping her hands over the arms of the sofa, letting her head press back into the cushions looking up at me. I held my mouth right to her lips as I breathed, "We DO need to stop though." "Yes," she said back to me, our lips touching as we spoke. "We do." "We really shouldn't be." She was playful as she responded, "How we going to do that?" Kissing me just after. "We are going to sit up on the sofa, and watch our movie. Leave each other alone." I kissed her the whole time I said that, mouthing my words into her soft lips. She was still kissing me as she asked, "What movie did we put in?" "I have no idea." She smiled, and we continued to kiss. And then she added, "This isn't going very well." "No. It isn't." And then we came up for air. Each of us refilling our glasses. Rachel was swirling her glass of wine, taking sips and then smoothing the wine over her lips, her cheeks were mottled. Never had I seen such beautiful eyes. She had that look of pleasure a girl has when they know they are being desired. It was me who finally said, "Ok. Ok. We should stop." I was so hard again I could not stand it, and for some reason I had noticed how her nightgown had ridden all the way up to near her crotch. She saw my eyes on her, but made no move to tug her little nightgown down this time. We both took some more wine. "K, was all she said. I was resolved, we had to stop. She took a final sip and smoothed the last drips across her lips, when she says, "Wow. Wow. Wow. You are a good kisser. Makes it harder you know." Her nightgown had ridden back underneath her bottom, exposing her thighs up to the curve of her ass. "To stop I mean. You know that?" Panties?? God I could not stop looking at her legs. I knew she was down here with no panties. Finally, she began to slowly tug her nightgown back down around her legs, having to lift herself up to pull the gown back underneath herself before sitting back down. Letting my eyes linger on her, showing her body off to me. The ONLY thing she had on was that nightgown, that thin red fabric. It was making me wild. I could NOT stop thinking about her body just then, her narrow waist, the weight of her breasts swaying under the fabric, her hips, hidden from my view. I had gone a week with no sex, or rather just phone sex. And I suppose, kissing my sister. We were drinking our wine again and beginning to incline toward the other, just leaning together facing the TV again. She had her head inclined on my shoulder. After about five minutes, I felt her looking at me and as I glanced, she mewed out in this little pleading voice, "One more?" I moved so our cheeks brushed together, as I continued to turn until our lips brushed together, and as we kissed I said, "Feliz Navidad." Our bodies began to twine together this time, our mouths opening, she was melting into me. An urgency coming over us as we kissed, playing our tongues together. I loved the feel of her open mouth, how she yielded to my touch, the way she lay her hand on my cheek, stroking my face as we kissed. As I pulled away, we were both panting. She says, "Ok. Ok. Ok," and sitting herself back upright. "Enough." She was smoothing her nightgown again, looking completely disheveled, and as she was adjusting herself, I took the opportunity to adjust myself. My cock was fully erect running down my leg, pinned to me by my pajama bottoms. God I was hard. She noticed, obviously noticed, but said nothing, just leaned up against me and settled herself into the crook of my arm, as I held around her shoulder. We both took a breath. She looked at me as I held her, "Wheew. Ok. Ok. We weren't being THAT bad." I responded, "Just some kisses." "Under control now." She looked at my lap, lay her hand at my thigh. "It might be giving you thoughts." I looked down at the tent in my pajamas, "I wouldn't call them thoughts." She gave this delicious little laugh of agreement, "Hmmmm." I know she wanted to kiss me, to start the whole thing over. I simply squeezed her shoulder, began tracing a line along her neck. She says, "Your stronger than I remember." Everything was going to my head, the wine, and this dance we had was becoming somehow playful and normal, but only just. After a moment, I nudged her so she would look at me one more time as I whispered, "You think? Look at this self control," and then I kissed her again, but a short, chaste lips touching kiss, though a little longer than one would normally give their sister. And then I stopped, began watching the TV again. She laid her head back on my shoulder, and let out an "Aahhhhh" and with her arm bent across my front lay her hand right at my collar, and snuggled in to me, and says with a pout, "IF you are going to kiss me any more, it has to be more than that. Terrible." The TV was still playing before us, I was not able to take any of the images in just then. The combination of a bottle and a half between us, kissing, my sister snuggled up against me, my arm wrapped around her, it was all just too much. I looked down her length, she had stretched her legs out on the coffee table as before, and I could see that little red nightgown draping, high on her thigh - it had ridden up again. I breathed quietly into her ear, "This the only thing you got on?" She looked at me, "Why?" Her voice was tipsy. "Yesterday, when you came into the bathroom and sat down - to pee. You, um, just spread that out and sat right down. You had no panties on." She gave me this sideways glance, "Good observation." "You don't wear any when you have this on do you?" She shook her head no. "Not this morning either?" She bit her lip, shook her head no. "And yesterday. When we were laying on this couch?" She shook her head again. I could see color going to her cheeks. "You been thinking about this a lot." We were facing each other again as we talked. "It's just that, THAT is one of those things, that makes me MOST crazy." "And this doesn't," she said leaning to me and giving me a delicious slow kiss, before leaning back as if nothing had happened. Before adding, "Wow! Makes ME crazy anyways. I like the way you kiss, that's all." I said, "Your teasing me." "I think, there's a question of who's teasing who here," and she took my lower lip in her mouth, gave it little bite as she kept her eyes open before reaching for her wine again, taking a little sip. "That's why we have to stop." "Why is that?" "It makes us crazy. Makes me crazy. Kissing is fine. But, what if I wanted, a little more?" "Like what?" She was laid back on the sofa looking sideways at me. "Mmmm, I don't know," and I reached my hand out and began caressing her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. "This." Her eyes grew wide for just a moment, but relaxed again. She was simply watching my hand as it caressed her breast, enjoying the moment. I cupped her breasts, moving my hand over her, softly squeezing the soft flesh in my hand, she watching my hand roam over her body. With each squeeze of her breasts, she closed her eyes. I could see her nipples stiffen and poke out from the fabric. Without moving a muscle, all Rachel said was, "I would say no. You definitely can't do that." As she said this, she did not move away, or pull my hand away. Nothing. I simply continued to stroke her body. "No? Mmmm," and I let go her breasts, began to softly draw my fingers across her collar bone and up each side of her neck, brushing her cheeks with the back of my hand. "How about this?" I felt her lean against my hand, pressing into my touch. As I was stroking her cheek, she turned her face to my hand let me draw my fingers across her lips and sucked my finger into her mouth. Home for the Holiday Ch. 03 "That might be ok, I guess." "And how about," as I let My hand drift lower once again, briefly caressing her breasts again. She frowns, "Not that. No." "Well. You ARE letting me." "Letting you what?" "Touch you," as I squeezed her breast in my hand, and pressed her nipple in my finger. "Oh God," she arched her back and let out a moan. I squeezed a little harder, and her head went low, a soft groan. She says, "Really bad. You HAVE to stop. I've had too much wine. Kissing is, one thing." I squeezed again, and she let out this low moan. "So, sensitive." "You started it." "Ohhhhhh. God." I was kneading her nipples, as she was squirmed her seat, pressing her breasts into my hand, "Oh, you have to Stop." Her head went down so her chin was touching my hand. I let go of her, and took another sip of my wine. "God damn you. Now stop." She was shifting herself on the sofa, lifting herself up and tugging her nightgown loose from her backside, before settling back in next to me, "You've made me so wet." I looked at her lap, the red fabric bunched up over her little cunny. I am thinking, no more like obsessing. No panties. I can just see her glistening cunt. Pink lips opening. My thoughts had grown so muddled, and not thinking straight I blurted out, "Do you shave?" I lay my hand over her breasts again, and her reaction was like melting. I was really having an effect on her. "Oh god, David," and she began to move away from me, the first time she had attempted to do so. I rubbed my hand down her breasts and then over her tummy and she froze, did not move, in fact her reaction was to open up, to simply fall back into the cushions while saying, "David. YOU HAVE TO Stop." I rubbed my hand over her tummy, traced her rib cage, and sort of played with the fabric of her nightgown smoothing it over her body. "How about a massage. I'm just giving you a little massage. That ok?" "Mmmmmm. Be good." She lay with her eyes closed letting me touch and stroke her, we were silent like this for a long time. I could hear the lightest of moans from her. I touched her navel, felt the little indentation, and rubbed lower, lower, until I could feel the start of the mound of her pussy, feel the course hairs of her pussy through the fabric of her nightgown. No panty line. No panties. With my first touch of her puss, I heard, "David!" I was warned and brought my hand back up, continued rubbing her tummy again, long delicious strokes soft between her hips, along the edge of her rib cage, below her breasts, touching over and around her navel, pressing down into her lap, where her panty line would be. Her hips, down her thighs. Delicious. No panties. Could feel where the line of her panties should be, and then back up over her tummy. Exquisite. I could stand it no longer, looking at her bare thighs, I grasped the hem of her night shirt, simply curled my fingers around the fabric, and lifted it up and lay my hand at her tummy, exposing the dark hairs of her pussy. Her legs extended onto the coffee table, she was bare from her waist down. As I did she slid her bottom away from the cushions so she was laying out nearly flat, feet on the floor. Letting me do it, letting me look at her naked body. "See. I was right. You don't." She lay like that, looking at me. Responding with, "Never have." There was this moment of her letting me drink in her body, before her voice, almost a whisper, "Now. Put it back. You have to stop NOW. You have to. I let you go a lot further than I should have." Her voice was more pleading. I slid my hand down across her front, letting the back of my fingers graze down her abdomen and over the hairs of her pussy as I slid the hem back down over her legs. When I had covered her, she took the hem and tugged it lower over her thighs. I lay my hand over the fabric, right at her puss again, and she looked at my hand this time frowning. "David. . . Stop!" She began to slide herself upright, until she was sitting again, adjusting herself, pulling her gown down around her legs, running her fingers over her lips, smoothing her hair. I took my hand away. There was a silent pause as we both collected ourselves. I looked over and could see the blue screen of the TV. "Movies over." "Uh, we should get to bed. I think it's late." I had no idea what time it was. "Yeah, we better. Tomorrow mom and dad get here." An attempt at normal conversation. And as she said that, she leaned over me and pushed me back on the sofa, laying me down so I was on my back. She lay on top of me and began kissing me. "Rachel, I." "You started it. One last time. Mom and dad are here tomorrow. One more kiss. Tonight. Tomorrow, everything goes back to normal THEN, Ok?" She was laying herself across my chest so our legs lay side by side. I wrapped my hands around her hips and held her to me, began stroking her backside lightly. She looked back at my hand caressing her ass over the fabric, "But YOU behave now. Kiss me. Just kisses." In between kisses our conversation was bizarre. I said, "What time they coming?" "I don't know, they said it might be around noon. Depends on dad, he moves pretty slow these days." Our conversation held as our lips touched. I could feel her warm breath with each word. "You get everything for dinner?" A hint of exasperation in her voice, "Yes, I did. You don't trust me do you?" "Yes I do, just being sure." I brought my lips below her chin and began to kiss her neck, nibbling and sucking up under her chin, to just under her ear and she tipped her chin back exposing her throat to my nibbles and kisses. "Oh, god David that feels, so good." I moved my mouth to her ear, feeling her warm hair, reading her thoughts, "Too good?" "Mmmmm. Just, Ok." We continued kissing. I felt her pushing on me as she made another attempt, "Ok. Ok. We have to stop. David we have to stop." She brought her face back away from me so we could look into each others eyes. She was now laying full on top of me, her legs open on either side of my hips, but made no move. I whispered, "rach," when she closed her eyes bringing her lips to mine, and as she did I felt the mound of her puss press down hard against my crotch. Oh god, the sensation was electric. She cooed, "Mmmmm, one more. One. Last time." This time, I let my hands wander along the small of her back. I wanted to get as much as I could of her now. This could be the last time we ever did anything. I could feel the soft curve of her thighs, and drew a line along the bone of her hips, around the side of her. The hem of her nightgown was tucked down between her legs and I tugged at that fabric until it was loose and reaching beneath lay my hand across her bare ass. I could feel her undulating her hips against me, lifting and lowering her pussy so that it would repeatedly bump my cock. She made no mention of my hand laying on her bare bottom and I began to trace a line along the crack of her ass and up under her nightgown, and began softly rubbing her bare back, drawing the nightgown higher and higher as I did so. Exquisite. She felt so small, delicate. Our kisses were liquid. God she felt so good. I could not believe what we were doing, the delicious weight of her on me. Other than my hands wandering over her naked body, from her shoulders to her thighs, I made no movement in response to her pussy's slow rhythm on me. I did not press my cock back against her, but let her slide along the length of my cock. But my hands - another story - I roamed over her body freely. She was ignoring my touch as I explored her bare skin, the soft hairs at her lower back, little touches and scratches all along her body. I touched right at the curve of her ass at her thighs, and kept my fingers there, but going no further. I did not want anything to stop this. I could literally feel the moist heat of her pussy. She was so wet. It was everything I could do to hold back. I had to. Gradually, the motion of her body on me was shifting to a steady up and down movement along the whole length of my cock. She was so wet, that I could literally feel her slide along. I could feel her hips rise and fall on me. We were kissing the whole time. I could feel my tip pressing up along her slit. I could imagine that her clit was being stimulated by the movement, thought I could literally feel it press into me. I loved to nibble on her lower lip and she responded with intensity to each touch of my teeth against her lower lips. So sensitive. "Mmmmm." And all her delicious moaning, her exquisite female growl. God, I wanted more, to press my fingers up between her legs, feel her legs open to me, rub her slit. Pull my cock free and let her sit down on me, fuck her hard. God, we could fuck. I could turn her over on all fours and ride her. Right now. I so wanted her. These thoughts brought our kisses to such intensity, we were fucking with our mouths. Fucking, doing to the other with our tongues what we would otherwise be doing with our sexes. I could feel her open legs, her nightgown was nearly up around her waist. At some point there was a kind of realization that she was rubbing her body against me with a growing pressure, steady, rubbing herself to orgasm. I can't explain it, but this dawning awareness, and then a sudden stiffening of her body against me. I could feel her trembling, but she was silent. Throwing her hair down around my face. Was she cumming? I felt her begin to relax, her movement slowing. I was looking up at her. Her eyes closed, turned away now. Dawning awareness. Before. through sheer will power I could feel her pushing herself up, away from me until she was sitting up on me, legs wide right on top of my cock, her hair was wild. And that little red nightgown was clinging around her hips, exposing her bare little puss pressed down. She let out this long, "Ohhhhhh," as she looked down at herself, put her hand to her forhead. Suddenly shy. I knew she was thinking about what we had been doing. With her eyes on me, a shy little voice, "Ok. Ok David. God. It's, It's late. We HAVE to." She began lifting one leg up over and off me. As she did, this perfect view of her pussy, the cleft between her legs, red and swollen and pulled open, wet, the dark hairs, a shiny cream of wet cum. The little white tip of her clit. Her nightgown still clinging around her hips, until she tugged at the hem and let it fall down around her thighs. My pajamas were soaking wet over my crotch, pussy juice. Did she cum? I was still so hungry I couldn't stand it. She stood a moment, facing away from me and then sat beside me, as I sat myself up. We sat side by side now, exhausted. We said nothing. Rachel was playing with her hair. What do I say? I tried, "A little something extra." "Something like that. god. Wow." I added, "A little more than kissing." Just to fill the pace. I was looking at her, sitting there in that nightgown. My cock was raging, I needed to cum, in the worst way. I felt I could reach out right now and touch her, kiss her. Like she was mine. I wanted to, knew she would let me. But I simply sat there, meeting her eyes when she would let me. "Wow. Yeah. Wow." And then she said, "Sorry." "For what?" "I shouldn't have laid on you." "No. No. I started it. Touching you." She smiled and smeared her cheek with her hand, "Glad you came with me?" At that, I turned once more and reaching, lay my hand right at her throat. She lifted her chin to me, let me stroke her neck. I traced a line along her collar bone and she tipped her cheek against my hand. I could have her right now if I wanted. I knew that. "I like this place right here, a lot." I said as I head my hand over her throat. She pressed herself against where I touched. "Mmmmm, feels nice." I had this overwhelming desire to go to bed with her, sleep with her. I wanted to ask, was afraid what she might say. She was my sister. I wanted to follow her to her room. There was no way. No way. I let my hand wander lower one last time, just lightly grazing her breasts. She sat there gripping the cushions, letting me. Looking at my hand, saying nothing. Surrendering to my touch. I could.What would we be thinking tomorrow? I said, "This is what started it." She nodding. "Our secret." I said, "Time for bed." She looked at me. * (To be continued) Let me know if you got any ideas. Home for the Holiday Ch. 04 When I went into my room, its silence seemed overwhelming. It was like going to a party, and that thrumming, noise, vibration, interaction, stimulation gets into your body; and when you walk outside and leave, your ears are still ringing. Only tonight my entire body was throbbing, aching. My cock was hard, I wanted to feel her skin, to touch her, I wanted a kiss. But, there was no way. I sat on my bed and pulled off my clothes and sat naked, my cock sticking straight up as I was looking over at the door. If I walked over there, I know she would . . . I wanted to sleep with my sister?? No. Right then I just wanted a fuck. I took a deep breath, so nearly rose to walk in there. Instead -- I'd call Diane. Second ring I heard her soft voice, a little groggy, "David?" "Yeah, Hiiiii." "It's kind of late." "Sorry, should I . . ." "No. No. S'alright. I'm . . . glad you called, just give me a minute." I could hear her rustling around. "I miss you soooo much. I can hardly stand it anymore." "Ohhhh, that's soooo sweet - me to." There was a little pause. "Were you sleeping?" "Kind of." "So, your in bed?" "That's where I sleep." "What ya wearing?" God she has a beautiful voice, her cooo went right through me, "I think, your hor-neey. Just my panties." "Take them off." "Mmmmmm. . . K." The phone was silent for a little while, and then she came back on, "I did it. How about you?" "I've been naked the whole time." I could hear her giggle, "Mmmmm, you're so bad." "I NEED you so bad." "Mmmmmm, so - bad boy, What would you do if you were here?" "First, I would run my hand over every inch of your body, wrap myself around you." "And then?" "God, I would fuck you, we need a good fuck, oh god. You have NO idea." "You making me crazy. What you want me to do?" "Just spread your legs for me, right now. Open them. I want to see that sweet little cunt of yours." "All Right. . . " I could hear sheets moving. "You wet?" "Hmmmm, Hmmmm. Oh, wish you were here, all slippery. God, I'm already a mess. Oh, I wish I had a boy in my room." "What would YOU do?" "Climb up over his hard cock and ride. . .him, mmmmm, so nice and hard." "Oh, baby, I am hard right now." "Want me to do something 'bout it?" ------------------------ !! Just as Diane said that, I sensed some movement. !! It looked as if the door to my room were slipping open by gravity, lazily swinging open. No one there, but then - out the corner of my eye - again - movement. Looking over, it continued to swing wider, and in another moment Rachel had stepped silently into my room, was standing in the doorway of the now open door, still wearing that little red nightgown. I initially moved to cover myself, but stopped so that I lay with my hand over my crotch. But nothing else. Rachel began to pad silently to my bed, until she stood at the end and looking over me, no other movement from her. Pensive - as I held the phone to my ear, covering my penis with my hand. Distracted, I said nothing, until an extended pause filled the room, when from the phone, it was Diane's voice ringing through the silence, "David? David. You still there?" I put my mouth over the receiver, "Yeah. Sorry babe. . . Yeah. . ." and glancing at Diane, "It sounds so good." Next, I put my hand over the mouthpiece so Daine could not hear, and looking at Rachel mouthed, "What the fuck are you?" Rachel just gave me this little smile, and with a shrug of her shoulders she whispered back, "I Overheard you. Sounds hot," and kneeling by the bed she said a little louder, "Keep going." I took my hand away, and forgetting for a moment where we were, "Mmmmmm, I want you so bad, Baby. Where are your legs?" "on either side of you silly. I want you inside me. Oh, yeah. I feel you, come in me. You fucking me?" Her voice was loud enough for Rachel to hear. You could totally hear everything Diane said as she spoke, her little voice was filling the room. Rachel had scooted herself right at the side of my bed and lay her chin at the edge, looking over at me - she looked like a little puppy - reaching her arm up sliding her hand along the bed cover. My eyes growing wide as she grasped my cock, began slipping her fingers along its length, smearing the pre-cum down my shaft. Without moving away I said to Diane, "Oh god baby, I'm Fucking you hard," while looking at Rachel the whole time. Rachel smiled, "I bet you are." I began waving my hand at her, to go away but as she stroked my cock, I let out a deep moan, surrendering to this delicious touch. Letting her as I continued with Diane. "Mmmmm, baby, I want you to suck me off." "Ohhh, Alright." Rachel, hearing me began mimicking Diane's voice on the phone, "Ohhhh, Alright." I paused again, my mind was spinning, phone sexing Diane and Rachel kneeling by my bed. She was kneeling by me, her breasts hanging down beneath the nightgown as she rose up over the mattress placing her mouth on my cock. I was trembling at the thought of her touching me, her lips wrapping around the tip. Our bare skin, her lips and my cock, pressed together. She began to climb up on the bed, turning herself so her hips were up by my face, and I reached my hand under the back of her little nightgown grazing over her bare ass, holding the phone the whole time. Rachel let go of my cock, I ached for her to do it again, as she wrapped her hand on my cock, curling her fingers around its tip and looking back at me. "Oh baby, yeah, Keep going, no one needs to know." My heart lept as she turned away from me, I felt the warmth as her soft mouth pressed down the full length, her hand gripping the base of my cock, cupping my balls. I could see her bobbing her head up and down. So delicious. And as Rachel was sucking me off, Diane's voice filling the room, "Mmmm. I'm sucking on you now." I responded, "yeah baby, feels so good," while lifting my hips up, pressing my cock into Rachel's mouth, fucking her mouth, moaning out, "Feels so good." Her pressure was simply exquisite. It could be a dream, I lay there looking out feeling the wetness of her mouth on me, stroking her ass with my hand, drawing my fingers down the crack of her ass and pressed fingers into her bare cunny, pulling her pussy wide. Her pink wet puss right at my face, I could smell her delicious scent. "Oh baby, I'm rubbing your pussy while you do that. Oh god, yeah." Diane giggling, "I can feel it. Shove your fingers deeper, up inside me. Deep inside." With those words I was pressing my fingers up into Rachel's cunt, deep inside her vagina, pulling her open and smeared her creaming cum up and down her puss, pressing my finger down against her clit. "I found your clit." "Mmmm. yeah, play with it, play. Oh yeah, feels so good. I'm getting close . . . make me . . . cum." "So am I." I ran my hand through Rachel's bush, reaching between her legs and then pressing my fingers back up inside her pussy, watching her hips rise and rock and against me. Rachel responded by opening her legs wider for me, lifting her hips up. I took the back of the nightgown and threw it up over her hips, taking in her bare ass right in front of my face. The whole time she was sucking on my cock, up and down, bobbing her head on me faster and faster. Taking me all the way in, I could feel my cock pressing into her throat. She rose and fell on me, pressing her lips around my cockhead, rising and falling, swirling her tongue around the underside of my cock. Too exquisite for words. I was squeezing my eyes, and panting, breathing out, holding my mouth open. Diane responding to my moans and words, as I did to Rachel whatever it was that Diana said. Pressing my fingers into her cunt, looking at her gaping slit, her legs held open for me, letting me do anything I wanted to her As I moaned, "Oh god, so good. Keep doing that." Diane responding, "Cum for me, oh god, I am getting so close." Rachel was opening her legs wide, rocking her hips into my hand, trembing against me. I could see the folds of her swelling cunny, white cum creaming out her vagina. I was pumping my cock into her mouth at the same time. This is not happening. I was wild, bucking my hips into her mouth, she was struggling to hold herself to me as this waving orgasm began to rise over her. Her body was shaking, and she began moaning. Rachel was moving faster now as if she could sense my urgency, and was pumping her puss over my hand. I could feel my cum rising. Ribbons of cum. Would she swallow? I stopped thinking, thrusting, guiding her, bucking my hips up now to meet her, throwing my head back I was cumming, pulsing into her mouth, filling her mouth. I could feel the head of my cock press back into her throat. Abandoning any pretense of ....I don't know what. I was fucking, fucking her plain and simple. Fucking her mouth, she was letting me. I began to stiffen, tightening my legs. Diane was panting into the phone, whimpering to me, "Oh David, Say something dirty." "Oh I want to fuck your mouth, and fuck your pussy, fill you with my cock, up your cunt. Fuck you so good." "Oh god, yeah, fill me up. Fuck me. Mmmmm, your a great fuck" "Pound you. Your cunt is so hot. Wet. Oh, god you smell so good." I could barely speak, "I want to eat you. Tongue your clit, oh, it's so hard." With that I could hear Diane, "Oh god!!! Cumming OOOO." I could feel Rachel dig her nails into my thigh, Diane's voice setting her off and she dropped down on the bed, her mouth coming off my cock as she did, and lay on her side beside me curling into a ball, writhing on the bed as she came. When next I heard Dianne, "You cum?" Rachel was lifting up from the bed and looking at me, cum running down her chin, her mouth wet from sucking me off. "I came. Yeah!!" Rachel lifted herself a little and turned her ass away from me, letting my hand fall off of her, and with one hand she took the hem of her nightgown and lifted it up and off her body in one motion, and then lay down right beside me completely naked. The first time I had seen her naked, totally naked, her perfect teardrop breasts, the flare of her hips, the pussy hairs over the mound of her puss, as she lifted her leg up and over mine running her fingers across my chest. She began to simply run her hands over my body, up and down my thighs, over my stomach across my chest. She leaned down and began to kiss, and play with my nipples. "Mmmmmm." I was so sensitive. "Oh David, that was soooo nice." "Oh my god. Thanks." I said. "Sorry to wake you up." "Oh, yeah, I'm so glad you called! I'm sleepy now. You bad boy. I got to get into the bathroom, clean up! You made such a mess of me." "Me too," which wasn't true because my sticky mess was inside my sister. "Call me. Call me in the morning, first thing! Bad Boy. Come home, I miss you." "Love you." "Mmmmmm. Love you. Nite. Nite." She hung up. -------------- I closed my eyes, and held them closed. I could sense Rachel's touch on me, soft up and down my body. And then I opened my eyes again, and she was watching me, laying there curled on my bed like a cat. I hung up the phone and all she said was, "Hi," as she began sliding her body up along my whole length. Skin to skin. I let my hands lay at my side as I said, "That was crazy," as she twined herself to me. I was basically letting her by doing nothing. She pouted, "I was lonely. I didn't think it would be right, to leave tonight the way we left it. That's what I thought. S'ok?" "You were bad." She frowned, and then I added. "Truth, I almost walked into your room." "Would you of?" "I don't think so." Rachel began to play with my cock again. She took my cock and flopped it around in her hand, "Too bad." She was frowning at my cock, "You sounded like you really need a fuck." "You serious?" She kicked her leg up over me and sat her puss down on my cock, I could feel the hairs of her cunny on my abdomen and she lay down on me so her nose nearly touched mine. I loved the way her breasts pressed to my chest. "Right now. Willing AND able. You made me all horn---eeeey," as she lifted herself up and looked down at my cock, then lay her head on my chest. "I give up. You've seduced me." "Me?" This growl from deep within her, I loved that sound. "From the moment we kissed. I can't even begin, I love the way we smell, mmmmm, the way you taste. One of us, either you or me, both of us, we just kept raising the bar." She reached her hand down to check my still soft cock, and gave her pussy a wet slide along it's length, smiling as I moaned. She continued, "I was laying in there rubbing myself raw, and then, damn it but I can hear your voice on the phone. And I just knew! I crept up to the door, listening and could hear you, every word. So there I am standing there listening to you, rubbing myself some more. Just rubbing myself, and I can't stand it. And I thought, god damn it, I wanted you and if I want you I don't care." She leaned in and kissed me, opening her mouth and our tongues touched again, I curled my hands around her ass and felt her push her pussy down against me again, her legs open on either side of me. Felt my cock stir a little, she seemed to notice. "You didn't mind and I'm still drunk. Tomorrow, a world of regret. But, I guess we shouldn't. But, oh, you think we shouldn't be doing this?" and she began to kiss me some more, long slow deep kisses. I said into her mouth, "No." "No we shouldn't or no we should?" "Just no." I smiled. She leaned back, "You shouldn't have touched my breasts." I rejoined, "You should wear panties." She laughed at that. "You teased me with my deepest darkest secret fetish." She sat up on me then. looking down at me, pressing her cunt down on my cock. I could feel the folds of her cunny opening, and sliding around the head of my cock. Could feel myself stir, stiffen. Her eyes perking up and she was not acknowledging the change just then, but I could tell she knew. I, for my part, gave no indication. None. Well. Then I let my hips slide a little, let the length of my cock slip up between her legs, an inch, two inches and back down again. Did it one more time, hardening with each thrust. Rachel had laid her hands down onto my chest, her legs open on either side of me, and the look in her eyes, pure lust. Pure hunger. Nothing I had ever seen. We were like two animals in two cages with a glass wall between us, and the glass was being taken away. It was the purest contact with another human being I had ever felt. I let myself slide my whole length once more, lifting my hips from the bed. Rachel let the deepest moan from her lips, holding her mouth open as she felt me slide between her legs, liquid, soft. She was so fucking wet. Would she let me? I finally said, "Feel a little something?" She just nodded at me and slid her hips back, "Oh god, yeah." "Stay." ------------------- Let me know what you think, what should happen next. How wild?? Home for the Holiday Ch. 04b With her eyes on me, Rachel spoke in a shy voice, "Ok. Ok David. God. It's, It's late. We HAVE to." And with that, she lifted her leg up over and off me. But as she did, I had this perfect view of her puss, of her legs spread wide over my face, stretching the cleft between her legs, opening this pink and swollen line, wet, dark hairs, and shining wet cum. In the moment I could make out the little white tip of her clit, her leg came back down and she had both feet on the floor. But she was still exposing her little bush as she stood there, as the red nightgown clung up around her hips. Noticing, she casually tugged at the fabric and let it slip down around her thighs. My pajamas were soaking wet, covered with pussy juice over my crotch. Did she cum? I was still so hungry I couldn't stand it. She stood there a moment, facing away from me and then sat back down beside me. We sat side by side, breathless. We said nothing. Rachel was playing with her hair, twirling it in her fingers, looking at her knees. What do I say? I finally blurted out, "A little something extra," giving her a sideways glance. "Something like that. God David. Wow!" I added, "A little more than kissing." Just to fill the space, openly oogling her as she sat there all disheveled in that little nightgown. Her cheeks glowing, her hair a tangled mess. I had a raging hard on, I needed to cum in the worst way. I felt I could reach out right now and touch her, stroke her, kiss her. Do anything. Like she was mine. Like she would let me - anything. I wanted to, knew she would. But I simply sat silent beside her, meeting her eyes when she would let me. As she continued with these single utterances of, "Wow. Yeah. Wow." Brushing her hair back out of her eyes, leaning forward on her knees. Catching my eye she said, "Sorry," smearing her hand across her lips. "For what?" "I shouldn't have laid on you," as she openly looked down at my soaking crotch. "No. No. I started it. By, touching you," my eyes staring down at her hips, noticing the way her nightgown hung down between her legs. No panties, her bare cunny. She just smiled and continued rubbing her finger along the outline of her lips, eying me as she did that, "Glad you came with me?" "Came?" did she? What did she mean? At that, I turned and held my hand right at her throat. She lifted her chin to me, let me stroke her neck, drawing my fingers along her collar bone. She closed her eyes and tipped her cheek against my hand. I could have her right now if I wanted, push her back onto the sofa. I knew that. "I like this place right here, a lot," I said as I held my hand over her throat. She pressed herself to where I touched, "Mmmmm, feels nice." It was electric then, this attraction. Uncontrollable. Liquid, soft. Surrendered. I had this overwhelming desire to go to bed with her, sleep with her. I wanted to ask, was afraid what she might say. The words. To speak them. They were right there. I did not want to let go. She was my sister. Did not want to stop. I wanted to follow her to her room, lay with her. There was no way. No way. I let my hand wander lower, over the thin fabric, one last time, lightly grazing her breasts. Squeezing them, feeling their weight in my hand. She sat there gripping the cushions, watching, letting me. Looking at my hand as I stroked her, saying nothing. Surrendering to my touch. I could. Anything. What would we be thinking tomorrow? I said, "This is what started it?" She nodded, "Our secret." I said, "Time for bed." She looked at me. "Yeah. I'm tired." --------------- I got up, and waited for her. As we walked up the stairs I watched her ass, the flair at her hips, the way the red fabric hugged in at her waist, each step. Her mane of dark hair down her back. Her long legs, bare feet. The bottom hem of her nightgown waving up between her legs with each step; imagining her shining, glistening puss. Her clit. Could feel her bare skin in my hands, her hard little clit, so ready to be touched. I simply followed. She reached back with her hand and took mine in hers, until we were standing at the top of the stairs in front of our respective doors. Waiting. Not wanting this to end, I stood there. Looked at her. Sliding our hands together. I could feel the attraction, it was unbearable. Like an aching pain. Rachel leaned to me and we touched our lips one last time, a light touch, like a bee on a flower, and she smiled. "Come in with me," she said while looking back over her shoulder at HER door. She said it absently. Almost as if she had asked me the time. "Your ROOM?" "Just for a little minute." I hesitated and she added, "I mean, if you behave. You HAVE to promise me that." She ran her flat hand over my chest as she said it, tipping her head back and looking at me. I relaxed, took her hand. No way I would say no . . . and followed. ------------- Her room smelled of perfume, clothes lay everywhere. There was one light on beside her bed. A large queen sized bed, bigger than mine. When we got to her bed, she sat down facing me. I stood in front of her, looking down. I watched that little nightgown twirl around her and open up around where she sat on the bed. I felt disembodied, like a pair of eyes looking at her covered body, knowing she had on nothing underneath. We were still holding hands, letting them slide together, playing with our fingers, and suddenly nervous. She was smoothing the bed cover beside her with her free hand. I sat beside her, my heart pounding in my chest. She smiled, "Hi," pausing before adding, "This Ok?" as she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. "You CAN behave can't you?" I sensed she wanted in the most desperate way, for the answer to be no. "I'll try." And noticing her eying my raging cock, I added, "You?" "Mmmmm," Rachel began rubbing her hand across my back. God her hand felt so good on me, her slender fingers pressing down the middle of my back, massaging my muscles, untucking my pajama top, and reaching underneath to touch and rub the bare skin of my back. I was on fire. This was, this whole evening was spinning, every touch, every caress, every sound taking us further. So this was to be her answer, as silence filled the room. Just her touch on me. I felt her warm hair as she leaned herself against me, I could feel my cock grow at her warmth and touch and smell. She cooed out to me, "You spoil me." And with that she let go and rose from the bed. "What?" I said. "I got to pee." She spoke as she walked away and without looking back slipped into the bathroom. I rose as well and followed, she did not notice. I stood in the bathroom doorway, and saw her sitting on the toilet. When I appeared, Rachel started. She was surprised, and just as suddenly I was embarrassed. She looked up at me and casually asked, "What?" "Can I. Can I watch?" "Watch?" She had this grin, meeting my eyes and then looking down at herself. Her red nightgown was fallen around her legs. "That panty thing again, huh?" "Mmmm. Pretty much. Just like the other day. This is what started everything you know," and I recounted her coming in the bathroom the other day. "So this is what started it all? Hmmmm, I think we were kissing before that. THAT'S what started it all." "This escalated it then." She was sitting, peeing, I could hear her, when she suddenly lifted up her gown. I could see her bare legs, and a little triangle of her bush tucked in between her legs. She playfully says, "Well, still no panties," holding her gown up for me to see while looking up at me. "So naughty." She let the fabric drop and as I stood at the door staring, she reached out and grasped my cock. I let out a moan at her touch, as she rubbed the front of my pyjama bottoms. "Speaking of naughty." She continued to rub my cock with the flat of her hand. "I was laying in bed this morning, and I saw you peeking into my room." My face went red. She squeezed and let go. I moaned out, "You making me crazy." She stood up and leaned in to me. "You didn't answer. You see anything you shouldn't have?" "I thought you were asleep." "Hmmmm. I thought you was going to come into my room. Don't know what I would have done." Her lips were brushing my ear, her warm breath whispered, "If you had." We walked back out into her room, I following. I lay on her bed as she turned and went to her dresser. Opened a drawer. "What are you doing now?" She lingered there, pausing. Enjoying her effect on me. "Putting some panties on." She reached in, took out a small pink pair and held it up. "No." I said quickly, without thinking. She looked back at me, teasing. This was a game. "I think I need something between me, and that." Indicating my erection. I pressed my cock back against my abdomen. "I'll be good. Promise. I'll keep these on," tugging the elastic of my pajamas. She moved to slide the panties up her legs, "No. Rach. It's, just that, you know." She stopped, closed her eyes and stood back up, lay the panties in the drawer and leaned herself against the dresser letting her whole body slide the drawer shut. "Oh?" she says. "OK." Then walking back to the bed, "You keep those on?" I nodded. "Ok. But, you can take your top off then." As I unbuttoned by pajama top she continued, "Soooo. Why were you peaking in here this morning?" as she began once again to slide her hand along my shoulders and down my bare chest, interjecting as she touched me, "Mmmm, I love the way you feel, mmmmm, bare skin." She pulled the cover back and slipped into bed beside me. Tugging the sheet over us, "This'll be nice." When I turned to her, she took both my hands and lay them on her chest so my hands were covering her breasts. "So you going to tell me?" My palms pressed right into her stiff little nipples. "Oh my god," I breathed out as she lay there letting me fondle her tits. "I don't know. I wanted to see you. See you, sleeping. S'all" "I normally sleep naked." "I noticed that. You were awake?" "Hmmm. Hmmm. The whole time." I began to blush, "You didn't cover yourself?" I continued to caress her as we talked, "No I didn't. Thought I would give you a little show. AND, I guess I didn't want you to know I was awake." She rolled over onto her front and added, "I want you to give me massage. It's been so long since anyone has just run their hands ALL OVER me." As she lay there, I softly stroked my hands across her back, down over her ass, across her hips and down her thighs, until I was reaching below the hem of her nightgown, and touching bare skin. "You were masturbating while you watched." "Yes I was." Her head moved back and she looked at me, mischievous, and then lay her head back down. "You call Di-anne before or after?" "After." She looked at me one more time, said nothing. Rachel was taking in my every movement as we talked, pressing into my hand wherever I touched her. "It's been, too long. I don't get to be with sensual men, I haven't met any sensual men." "How do you know?" She turned to me as I said that, "Mmmmm," and in one motion was swinging her leg up over the top of me, and sliding across my front, laying across my entire length. Her legs tangling in mine. Pressing her body down against me, I clasped my hands around her waist. Her eyes were wide open now and she pressed her lips to mine, I felt our mouths open, our tongues touch, felt her take my lower lip between hers and softly chew on me, and we lay kissing while I could feel her rocking her hips, spreading her legs so that my cock was sliding against her bare cunt. It was like we were downstairs again. I could literally feel the hairs of her puss against me. Sliding on my body, her breasts pressed to my bare chest, Only her nightgown and my bottoms between us. I pulled her close and opening our mouths wide, pressed myself to her, felt our bodies melt together. She was completely naked under this red nightgown, and I slipped my hands under the back and let my hands roam up her hips and bare back, as she rocked herself against me. When just as suddenly she rolled back off. "That's how. Wow! Damn." We were catching our breath, when she added, "If you are going to wear that THEN I can be naked." She sat up in the bed, and with both hands grasped the bottom of her nightgown and lifted it up over her head, before laying back and turning face down on the bed, same as before. "You can give me that massage now." The sheet lay across her ass, and she was utterly naked on the bed beside me. I could look at her body from her thighs to the tip of her head. I lay my hand at the small of her back and whispered down to her as I sat up beside her, "You are so beautiful." "Mmmmm, and tired. AND a little drunk. It's late." She looked back at me, gave a yawn. "Flattery will get you everywhere. This night could get pretty crazy. I'm not feeling particularly restrained." "I noticed." "Get to work." I feathered my hand down her back, reveling in her soft skin, and pulling the covers down even lower exposing her perfect little ass, and that delicious space between her legs. I began running my hand over her ass cheeks and down the back of her perfect thighs, back up again. Her legs were parted lightly and I could see her labia opening between her legs, glistening with cum, thin wispy hairs matted between her legs. I slowly massaged every inch of her body, gentle, exquisite. Over and over. I had all the time in the world as she lay there motionless with arms up over her head. My cock was straining in my pajamas and I wanted to bury myself in her, lay down on her. Fuck her. I continued to stroke and rub along her ribs pressing my fingers along the edge of her breasts and over her shoulders, rubbing my hands over her head, tangling my fingers in her hair and back down again. When next I stroked down the small of her back I pressed my fingers between her legs and felt her ass rise in the air at my indiscretion. "Ohhhhh, I knew you were going to do that." "I'm being just a little naughty. That ok?" "Mmmmm, Oh God. Hmmmm." She waggled her ass. "Do whatever you want to me." I did not know how she might respond, but was hoping for license. Where would she stop? Her ass lifted from the mattress and her legs parted further, I pressed my fingers deeper, deep into her pussy and felt her open right up, her labia spread like a bursting fruit, her juices all over my hand. She was so wet. The flesh of her so loose and soft and wet. I rubbed my hand between her legs, reaching down between her legs, until I could feel the hairs of her bush curl through my fingers. And finding her clit, I began to rub my middle finger up over its little hood, and digging teased its little white nub out. Oh, I could feel its hardness and as I pressed my finger there she responded by pushing back hard against my hand. "Oh God." As I drew circles on her clit I pressed my thumb into her vagina, and let her rock herself on my hand, filling her no matter how she moved. "Ohhhh God. David!" She arched her back, began rubbing herself on me, tipping her ass up and down as I held my hand between her legs. She gave a shiver, and then let herself drop onto the mattress and roll away. "Ah. Ah. Ah." She lay on her back waving a finger at me. Shit. My hand fell from her as she lay naked, completely uncovered, looking up at me. "Ok. Ok. Time for bed." She reached across my front, reaching for the light and turned it off. We were suddenly in the dark. She took my hand and rolled so her back was to me, tugging my hand over her waist. "It's late. Hold me," she cooed. I slid myself up against her, pressing my chest to her bare back. I let my hand fall over her waist, and reaching down between her legs, began playing with her cunny again, parting her lips and digging my fingers in. "Ohhhh, Mmmmmm!" and she wriggled her hips, clamped her legs around my hand as I held on and sidled up still closer behind, pressing my cock up against her ass cheeks. "You know. I want to fuck you," I breathed in her ear. "Oh David. I know. No. Not. Not now. I don't know, right now. We got to try sleep. K?" I let go her wet pussy and began tugging my pajama bottoms down, but she reached back with her hand stopping me. Making an attempt to keep me from being naked with her. "David." I stopped and she turned to me. "Just kiss me," and relenting I took her in my arms and we simply lay together, kissing softly in the dark, her body naked, and open before me. It was such agony. I held her to me, let my hands roam over her body, felt her body respond to my every touch. Cupping her puss in my hand, could feel her press her mound into my palm. I can do anything to her - except, apparently - fuck her. At some point we did fall asleep. I don't really know when, or even when we stopped kissing. I was not sure how long we slept, wasn't even fully aware where I was when next I woke. It was still dark, and I had no memory of actually sleeping. It was like the deepest sleep of my life. When I felt Rachel laying beside me, I realized we were wrapped around one another skin to skin, my chest pressed to her breasts and I rolled away from her. As I did she rolled away from me onto her side, and I realized she was asleep. As I laid on my back, I tugged those pajamas bottoms down and off, and then lay like that awhile, looking up in the darkness. My cock ached so bad, I was literally in pain. The tip of my penis was so swollen and hard. I could not even touch myself. After a few minutes I rolled back to her and let my whole length press up against her and I feel her snuggle her ass against me as I wrapped my arms around her and sunk my one hand back down between her legs. Skin to skin. We were completely naked together. Settling my bare cock back between her ass cheeks, my cock still raging, burning. It ached so bad I couldn't hardly stand it. As I lay against her, I began to undulate my hips, letting my cock slide a little along her ass, and I lay there thinking about fucking her in her sleep. Maybe she wouldn't even wake up, I am thinking. Imagining, visualizing the bare cunt that is right there before me. Her little hole, how soaking wet she is. How my sister is laying naked in my arms. My hand is covering my sisters cunt. I can feel the hairs of her puss, my fingers press down between her legs, as I imagine myself squeezing into her tight little hole. Oh god. I continue to rock my hips, longer thrusts, and let my cock slide down lower along her backside. The cum oozing from the tip of my cock is lubricating everything down there, and I can feel myself sliding now against her. Fuck it. I began to let the tip of my cock slide further down, lower, lower, until it slips between her legs. It can't be more perfect. I slide back and can feel my whole length slip along the length of her puss, can feel the hair and her wetness along my shaft. Can literally feel her pussy lips opening around the shaft of my cock. Oh fucking god. Her legs squeezed in tight on either side of my cock. I am letting my cock slide in and out between her legs. I was going to cum right there. It could never be more perfect. This moment. Her warmth against me, her breathing even and smooth. She is still asleep, and I begin lowering myself down the bed behind her, letting my cock tip up between her legs and probing back back, up between her legs, until I can feel her opening up around the head of my cock. I press against her. Oh, fucking God. I slip back a little. I press again, ohhhhhh. She is opening a little each time. Release and press. Release and press. When, with a single thrust she opens right up, her tight little cunt swallows me whole. She is still not moving. Still asleep. Home for the Holiday Ch. 04b I feel a wave of guilt, and lay there with my cock pressed up inside. Fucking my sister as she sleeps, but it was not enough to stop what I was doing. I paused, my cock is throbbing inside of her. I can literally feel my heart beating inside her, each beat pulsing along the length of my cock. My arm is still draped over her narrow waist and my fingers are still pressed down between her legs. I can feel her pussy clenching, holding me inside. I rock my hips back and let the length of my cock slide in and out, an inch at a time. Delicious, so unbelievable. I can feel my ache, and the relief as I push, can feel myself sliding inside. I am fucking. Her pussy, trembling and pulsing, her juices running down my leg. Too perfect. Our warmth our smell. It feels like a liquid glass is cutting into me, I am inside my little Rachel, skin to skin. When suddenly I feel her moving, not a lot, but this sense of her arousing, waking. It's the slightest of moves. But I sense it. She moves back against me as I press into her, lightly, imperceptibly. An awareness on her part, that I am inside. I pause. Her breathing is changed, I can feel her heart beating faster. Her movement sends a new wave of guilt, and desire. But she does nothing else, no other movement. I draw myself out of her again, and press myself in; and can feel her breathe out with my thrust, matching my movement. Next time she slides forward and back, meeting my thrust. Our movements are beginning to bring on the other, each movement arousing the next, a wave rising and falling in the dark between us. I can feel it, her movement on me, can scarcely breathe when suddenly I am the one laying still, and Rachel is sliding her hips away from me. I do not move, but hold my cock for her, feeling her press her hips back against me, impaling herself on my cock. She slides back hard and presses her ass to me. She moves away again, until just the tip of my cock is still inside and then squeezing back in again, deep inside, letting me fill her. I dig my hand deeper between her legs. She is awake now, and she lays her hand on mine. I find her clit and begin drawing circles on her, and her moan at my touch. Her voice, "You little shit," and then she was moving on me more freely, as was I. I press my face into her hair and breath, "I woke up like this." "You're a fucking liar," as she presses her hip back hard against me, and I impale her again. "Oh, god," I groan. She is squirming now, and tightening her cunt around my cock, holding her hole tight around me as she slides on me. So tight. I am squeezing my eyes shut as we fuck. Could this be happening? I was supposed to be good. We lay naked, fucking. But this rising hunger, and I turn myself over on top of her, rolling her onto her front. The same as when I was massaging her body, and press myself down and into her, fucking her from behind. She is responding by pressing her knees into the bed and lifting her ass into the air, keeping her face down on the pillow. She was crouching, ass in the air like a cat, like a tiger. Pressing back against me as I slide, long thrusts into her, my whole length burying into her cunt. It was instinct. Something else. I will never forget. Our touch was open, wet, liquid. It was blood to blood. It felt as if a warm glass film had been pulled away and our bodies were now touching, as if for the first time. I held on and rode her so fucking hard. Merged. So wet, slippery. Messy. Together, ripe fruit, ripening fruit. Delicious. Hungry. The gentleness, restraint was gone. The gentle touch, the kisses, the game of cat and mouse was over. The bars had been pulled back, the glass barrier taken away. This was fucking. She clung to the sheets, holding herself for me, pressing herself against me as hard she could. Pushing back with all her strength. I could see her head bobbing up and down as I pounded her, her whimpers. I was holding her cunt with my open hand and stroking her clit as we fucked. Could feel her turning her hips and letting me dig into her from all sides. Moving her hips around my fingers, guiding me. "Oh fucking god, so good, keep doing that." She cried out. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck." She was arching her head back then, and I took her hair with my hand and pulled her head back. She was panting, stiffening. "You want me to fuck you hard," pulling back on her hair. She was pushing back, grinding herself against me, thrashing on my body. Her whole body trembling. "Oh, god. Yes." "You my good little fuck." "Oh God, ride my cunt." I could feel Rachel stiffening, and the cum rising in me, the way she moved on me. I was about to cum. She was shaking and dropping flat into the mattress, mashing her clit into my hand. "Oh, my God. Oh, I'm going to cum." Moaning, "Ah, Ah, Ah." I was fucking my whole length into her, letting myself go, cumming, ribbons of cum filling her. Holding myself to her, deep inside, the feeling of utter release, trembling against her body holding her to me, holding my pulsing cock in her, filling her up completely. The head of my cock was deep in her belly, filling her with my seed. When, I was sliding on her again, slower. I could feel my cum mixing with her juices. White, creaming onto her thighs. Rachel lay motionless now flat on the bed. I was still inside, drawing my cock in and out of her puss, moving more slowly. Never wanting to stop. My cock softening with each thrust, as she began to lift her ass back in the air and let me slowly slide in and out of her. Holding her ass for me, holding her legs open. Gentle again. Soft. Soft long deep strokes. "Oh god David. You still hard?" "Mmmm," I was softening now, and I dropped out of her. She lay on her side, curled in a little ball. I lay down next to her, pushing the hair out of her eyes. It was surreal how I could still feel her. I was still inside her, as I lay down. I could still feel her body pulsing at my abdomen, still feel her quivering on my cock. She lay expressionless a moment, before catching my eye. She started, "You!" And hit me with her open hand, "You shit." I could see her now in the low light, illuminated from street lights through the window. A blue tint in the room. I could see her white teeth. The sheet was at the bottom of the bed and we lay naked together. "You knew, when you invited me in here." She looked down at our bodies. "Ha." She laughed. Reaching her hand down, turning my cock in her fingers, "You're still, kind of hard." I looked down between our bodies, and can see her soft skin, the curve of her hips under the sheet, her breasts. I lay my hand at her hip. I am touching her, her naked body and pull her to me, let my cock press between us on her abdomen. My balls brushing the hairs of her puss. She rolls up on top of me again, opening her legs on each side. I lay on my back, as her hands press to my chest. She sits down on my cock. I can feel the hairs of pussy on my bare skin. The length of my cock squeezing in along the line of her cunt. I cover her bare breasts with my hands, "You like to be on top." "It's my favorite position." She is sliding her hips back and forth on me. I can feel my cock jump. "Feel a little something?" She just nods and continues to slide up and down, tipping her head down and digging her nails into my chest, "Oh god, yeah." "Stay?" * Please take the time to let me know what you think. And any ideas on where to go from here? Yum. youbadboy Home For the Holidays I fucked my brother last night, Livy thought, a shiver running down her spine as she lay in bed. The morning sun slanted through the blinds and cast a striped pattern over the rumpled blankets, and the spot Adam so recently lay in was vacant. Outside it was a crisp December day, and the house was silent, the rest of the family having gone out to brunch. Livy had begged off, faked sick, wanted time to think over the events of the previous night. Fucked my brother... and her hand slipped beneath the sheets, running over her pointed nipples, down the goose bumped flesh of her stomach, and into the wet spot between her thighs. It's wrong to fuck your brother, she thought as her finger tips played over her clitoris the way his did last night. But it felt so good. He was home from college, a new person compared with the nervous high school graduate that left her in the Fall. Now he walked with an air of confidence, bolstered by his new popularity with the ladies at school, sporting mature, intelligent glasses and letting his curly hair grow long and wild. Mother hated it, of course, putting 'hair cut' on his list of vacation chores, but Livy liked the change. She herself hadn't changed much in the four months he was gone. She moved into his room, repainted the walls, then it was life as usual, her own life as a community college student trickling by. Then came the holidays, Adam returned, and Grandma and Grandpa came up from Florida to spend the week. They got Livy's-old-room-turned-guest-bedroom, and Mother set up a futon at the foot of Livy's bed for Adam. "I'm sorry," she'd apologized. "This isn't ideal, but it's just for a couple of nights. I really thought they would want to stay at a hotel." Brother, brother, brother. Her fingers swirled around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body like radar echoing out from a single point. She replayed every moment behind her eyelids while her fingers slipped inside herself. Fuck me, fuck me fuck me! The first night, he brushed his teeth with the bathroom door open and she watched silently from the bed as the shape of his cock jiggled back and forth in his pajama bottoms with each thrust of the brush. Her eyes explored his bare chest and the smooth curve of his back when he turned away to rinse. He came into the room and took off the foreign glasses, becoming her brother Adam again as he climbed under the futon covers. She went to sleep feeling very conflicted, knowing she should feel shame at having looked at him that way, but there was no feeling but lust inside her. "Motherfucker this futon sucks." These were the words she awoke to the next morning as Adam sat up, clutching his back and grimacing. "Well," she ventured, her heart racing involuntarily, "we could share the bed if you want. It's big enough." He looked nervous too. Laughed. "That is my bed you're in. It's only fair." So last night he climbed tentatively in beside her, being careful to respect the invisible line down the center of the bed. "Good night, sis." "Night," she managed, although her throat felt very narrow and tight. Then they lay next to each other in the dark, unmoving, each pretending to be asleep and each wondering what it would be like to reach out and touch the other. He turned his head toward her and Livy could smell the sweetness of his breath, felt the warmth radiating off his body. She surprised herself when her hand inched across the chasm between them and her index finger stroked his thigh. She waited, her heart in her throat, for an objection. This isn't right. What are you doing? Only he said nothing, and, emboldened, she caressed the taut muscle of his leg again. Slowly, almost as though he were trying to feign sleep, he rolled his body toward her, his own hand snaking up and over her hip and to her back, and he held her close as their lips met. In a mere instant her every nerve ending buzzed, her body felt on fire with sensation, and her pussy was slick and ready for him, her enlarged clit almost begging for him. His soft, cushiony lips were like heaven and she no longer felt guilty for not feeling guilty. She only felt Adam, the length of his body pressed firmly against hers. Their kisses were passionate, hungry, the result of years of suppressed desire. In the first moment their bodies touched she knew he'd felt the same as she did, and now all the awkward silences in the car as they drove to school, the flushed cheeks at the pool in the summer, the sidelong glances when they watched movies with sex scenes, made perfect sense. He wanted to fuck her brains out, and she wanted to let him. His hand ran down her back, fingernails scraping the skin deliciously, grabbed her by the ass and pulled her even closer, until there was no air to breathe between them. They were almost one, and she found with delight that as she ran her hands all over his body, exploring every part of him, he felt exactly like she'd always not quite allowed herself to imagine. He was home, comfort, security. His body was firm, warm, and she found her hands returning over and over to his strong biceps, and to the concave part of his chest where the hair was thick and she could twine her fingers into it and tug. He moaned when she did it, and she delighted in being able to make him react. Still, her fingers felt restless and she yearned to know what he felt like in his most private spot, the place she as his sister should never ever touch, shouldn't lay awake at night wondering about. And her clit throbbed and needed to be rubbed, needed to feel his naughty, forbidden touch. please. She hooked a finger under the elastic band on his pajamas and slid her hand inside. Her fingers brushed over the dense forest of hair above his cock, and she closed her fist over his manhood. With each pump he grew harder and her pussy got wetter, imagining the veins throbbing on his shaft, throbbing against her pussy, imagining the bulbous head popping in and out of her, rubbing against her clit, shooting hot come onto her stomach. He moaned again and reached down into her pajama pants, running his fingers over her soaking wet panties and setting her on fire. A pleading moan escaped her lips and she arched her hips in the air to meet his hand more forcibly. He rubbed harder and she ran her hand down the length of his shaft to his balls, he shivered and suddenly he was kicking off his pants, then straddling her at the hips and tearing off her clothes, throwing them over his shoulder. His body held naked against hers felt better than any fantasy she ever had, and she was near orgasm already when he started sliding his cock through her wetness, hitting her clit with an explosion of pleasure at the crest of each thrust. He did it only a few times before she was begging to be fucked. "I can't take it anymore, fuck me, please! I want to feel you deep inside me, please," she whined. He was all too eager to comply, repositioning slightly, pausing ever so tormentingly with the head of his cock just touching her pussy. "You want me to fuck you?" "Please," she said, feeling him press a little more urgently against her. "Want to feel your little bro inside you?" "Yes!" "Want me to fuck your brains out, sis?" "Dammit, Adam, fuck me!" Livy cried out, pulling him into her, and relief and pleasure washed all over her body like the ocean. "Oh God!" he cried out, thrusting fast and hard, filling her up. They were both so close already it didn't take long before they were teetering on the edge. His strokes became long and forceful, and he panted while he asked, "where do you want it?" "Come in me!" "Yeah? You want me to fill up your pussy?" "Come in me then suck it out!" "Dirty girl!" He chastised, pumping urgently. "I had no idea." Then he was exploding inside her, the hot liquid filling her and spilling out of her. He came with a final deep thrust and a groan, then immediately slid down between her legs to slurp up the mess. He slid three fingers inside her and kept pumping, his tongue flicking over her clit, and she came hard. Her body quaked with the effort and hot liquid squirted out of her pussy, puddling in his palm. He kept pumping and lapping it up until the spasms of her muscles quieted and she lay still, breathing hard. He lay down next to her, their limbs entwined, their bodies nestled together, and they drifted into sleep. Remembering it now, feeling him between her legs, pretending her fingertips were his tongue, she convulsed a second time, rivers running down her legs and she cried out in the quiet of the empty house. Then she lay still for a while and imagined what the next night would bring. Home for the Holidays My wife Nancy and I are from the same small town in rural Texas. We grew up together but didn't interact much as she was part of the popular crowd and I was more of a social loner. We went to the same university and during our senior year we ended up in a class together. Because of that, we started spending time together and suddenly we were dating. Unlike Nancy who was an honor role student throughout high school, I was a real slacker. Besides sports the rest of my time was spent hanging out with several close friends and drinking beer. I barely made it into college but once there something seemed to click and I buckled down hard. The result was becoming an honors grad in engineering and a healthy slate of offers for employment. Nancy and I graduated together then were married over the summer. At the same time, we moved to a large city where I started work for an international oil & gas company while Nancy took a job working for a non-profit organization. Coming from the country, we were a bit wowed by city life but being dual incomes with no kids left us in pretty good financial shape and we were able to make friends enjoy the social scene. Nancy's job required lots of participation in receptions and fund raising activities. As a result, she quickly honed her fashion skills and social graces. Not to say they weren't already good since she had been in one of the leading sororities in college but the job polished them off nicely. She was also able to coach me and I became more confident and outgoing as well. I was fortunate that my hard work did not go unnoticed and after two years I was given a very rare opportunity for an expat assignment in the Middle East. It was not a great location but it was one of those opportunities you don't turn down. So, at 24 years old Nancy and I left Texas for the first time and set up house on foreign soil. It was a bit daunting at first but the company treated us exceptionally well. We had a villa with a maid and a car and driver too. Nancy couldn't work due to visa restrictions but she soon connected with other expat women, both American and other nationalities, and stayed busy. The thing she liked best to do was to plan trips within the region and Europe. We would usually go during long weekends or when traveling back and forth to Texas on annual leave. During the last four months Nancy returned to Texas to give birth to Kyle, our son. After two years in the assignment, we were transferred to Asia. It was further from home but in a much more foreign friendly location. Nancy joined me after I had the house set-up with our newborn. I worked hard and we lived the good life. Before long, she was pregnant again and gave birth to our daughter Hannah. She had more faith in the hospitals this time so she stayed with me to deliver. We stayed almost three years in the assignment before I was transferred to a very nice management job back in Texas. We were sad in many ways to leave but both felt it was the right time too. Now with some savings built up and a much higher salary we were able to buy a nice house in a great neighborhood. Kyle was now three and Hannah almost two. Nancy didn't want to return to work until Hannah was five so she settled in as a housewife. Of course, now she didn't have the maid or driver so all of the work fell on her. Still, she accepted it with a positive attitude and found a woman who would come in mornings on Tuesdays and Thursdays allowing her to get out a bit for personal time. One of her joys is working out and staying in shape. She was religious, almost driven, after she had our daughter and was down to within five pounds of her high school weight within three months. I thought she looked fantastic but she was relentless in her determination to get back to what she called "normal". It took another two months but she finally got there. Since then, she would fluctuate up a couple pounds then work back down but was always very close to "normal". As Christmas approached, we started getting a lot of pressure from our families to spend time with them in our hometown. We weren't adverse to visiting nut wondered if there was enough to do to keep from getting bored. With our travels and experiences the hometown life seemed a distant memory. However, when Nancy let slip that I had over a month of built up vacation the pressure got any stronger. Finally, we negotiated a deal where we would arrive on December 15th, which was my birthday, and stay until the 2nd of the following year. Word spread fast among Nancy's friends as she soon was receiving calls and emails about getting together. Like I said previously, Nancy was part of the "in crowd" in high school. She was a cheerleader and was voted most attractive. She is 5'7" tall and weighs 125 pounds with long legs and very sensitive B-cup breasts with tiny nipples. Her hair is black and she has dark brown eyes that light up when she smiles. Topping it off is full luscious lips and cute dimples in her cheeks. While I love her breasts and the way she squirms when they are played with, I think her best feature is her long legs and tight butt. As far my looks go, I'm 5'11" with an average build. A bit balding on top too. I know I married above my station and always figured that Nancy had selected me as much for my career prospects as my looks. The departure day came quickly and we were headed west in our SUV loaded with baby stuff and Christmas presents. Halfway there, with the kids sleeping, I let Nancy drive while I poured myself a whiskey on ice. "Is that necessary?" Nancy asked with a look of disapproval. "Can't help it. I'm my father's son." I replied. "Don't get hammered before we get there." She commanded. "It's your birthday after all." "I won't. Besides I want to find your cheerleader outfit." I told her. I had been teasing her that I always wanted to make love to her while she was in her uniform and was determined to find it. "If you're lucky." She said with a smile. Sex with Nancy has always been incredible although kids have a way of making things difficult. I wasn't deeply experienced when we started dating having been with only three other women but I knew she was a rare find. The most important part was that she truly enjoyed sex herself. Also, she had an active and playful mind and didn't mind when I tried things like blindfolding her or tying her up. I had queried Nancy often about her past experience and she said I was her second. Her first was a relationship in her sophomore and junior years in college. She wouldn't go into too many specifics but piecing things together it seemed like they had spent most of the two years in bed. As far as high school. She said that some boys had gotten into her bra and a maybe someone had put his hands in her panties but nothing further. She wouldn't give specifics on names however so I was left to guess based on my memories of that time. We hit her parents place at 4:30 PM just as the light was fading. We were staying there because they had a larger place with a small guest room over a detached garage that would provide some privacy and keep her parents from being awakened by crying children. Of course there were hugs and kisses all around but the attention was quickly focused on the kids and I was more or less pushed to the background. "Your folks are coming at 6:00 PM." Her mom announced. At 5:00 PM her best friend Susie arrived. After cooing over the kids, Susie and Nancy retreated to a corner and started a lively discussion. Susie was a very cute blonde. She was a bit shorter and slightly heavier than Nancy with larger breasts. In my high school days I had masturbated many times thinking about her and was for some reason pleased that she had held up well. Susie was recently divorced with one child, a seven year old boy. Nancy and Susie had stayed in contact over the years using email and Skype when we were out of the country to stay connected. Susie left just as my parents and Nancy's sister and husband arrived. Her sister was three years older and had three kids ranging from eleven to six. She had stayed in town and married her high school sweetheart who farmed. Again, there was the round of hugs and kisses then we sat down to a nice dinner. While my parents were drinkers, Nancy's parents were good Baptists so we had nothing with dinner. I found myself thinking it was fortunate that Nancy had not followed this strict rule. With five kids the dinner was mostly a free-for-all. Still it was enjoyable getting caught up. We finished and had my birthday cake and then Nancy's sister left followed soon by my parents. "We're supposed to go to Susie's at 10:00 PM." My wife said to me as she finished helping her mother clean. "Why? What about the kids." I asked. "To visit and mom is watching the kids." She explained. "Oh, I see." I replied not wanting to go but not wanting to be a downer either. Nancy spent 30 minutes primping and then we were on our way. The good thing about small towns is even though it can be long distances between places no traffic lights and little traffic makes it seem very short. When we pulled up there were at least a dozen cars parked around Susie's house. "I thought it was just Susie?" I said. "Just a few others." She replied getting out of the car and practically running to the door. As we stepped inside to something of a roar, I could see that it was more than just a few. There was a full party going on. Nancy was getting hugs from everyone, male and female. I have a thing about being too close to people so I stayed on the fringe selectively shaking hands and giving nods and waves to others. Of course I knew almost everyone there after all I had lived there for 18 years. Still, in many ways they seemed distant to me. None of them were people I would consider myself close to. I had a beer shoved in my hand, which seemed like a very good idea, and I started a discussion with two old football teammates. Neither had left town and were working in agriculture like most. We were running out of things to talk about until we hit on the local football team. I can't say I was really that interested but it did keep things moving. Along the way, another beer found its way in my hand and I worked on it. Looking over at Nancy she had a group of six girls around her talking their heads off. Susie and Kathleen had held up pretty well but the rest were showing some miles. I wondered if it was due to kids or just laziness. In the rest of the room, besides the two guys trying to talk to me, were ten odd other people, all drinking, three who were paired up or trying to be. Suddenly, a thought hit my head that both puzzled and distressed me. I realized that after all I had accomplished since high school and how little this group had that the same old dynamics were playing out. I was the social misfit. I might be able to travel the globe and give senior level presentations to executives but here in my home town I was a fish out of water. At the same time, I realized that Nancy had stepped back in time or never left. She was still the social butterfly able to attract and hold people attention. My realization actually made me snicker to myself which brought odd looks from the two guys. They say knowledge is power and my clarity also brought a feeling of acceptance and relaxation. After all, why did I care what these people thought? In a couple weeks I would be back in my world. I decided then to treat it all like a game and be an active player. Forcing my attitude to change, I feigned a sincere interest in the lives of my conversation partners. Almost immediately, they perked up like someone for the first time was showing any interest in their situation. Our more lively conversation attracted several others to join including a petite brunette whose face I recognized but whose name I couldn't place. I expected people to want to know about our travels but instead found that this was not the case. What they wanted to talk about was their own lives and since I was ten years out of touch I provided a great opportunity to do so. I learned about kids, marriages, deaths, divorces, scandals and triumphs. I also realized how much work it is to be a conversationalist when you don't have a sincere interest. Maybe I was being cynical but I wanted to get through this visit without going crazy and this approach provided an avenue. It helped too that I was being given beer every time the bottle got half empty. Glancing towards Nancy, I saw that the crowd of girls had dispersed and she was now with Susie and Greg Carruthers. Greg was the male Nancy equivalent in high school. A sports star and lady's man in the high school days, he had gone off to college on a football scholarship but quit after a couple years and returned to work for his father. Although a bit heavier he had more or less stayed in shape. He was also one of the guys I suspected of having spent some time fondling Nancy. While I was too far away to hear them talk, the smiles on their faces let me know they were enjoying the conversation. "Did you and Nancy like living overseas?" The slender brunette asked. "Yes, very much." I replied a bit startled that she had asked and still wondering who she was. "I wish I could do that." She offered. "It's an interesting world out there; you just have to give things a try." I said cringing at the condescending sound of my own words. "Greg would never leave." She replied while smiling. "Well he is in a good situation with his dad's business why should he give that up?" One of the men in the group replied to her defensively. I inferred from the conversation that she must be Greg Carruther's wife. "Tell me about your family." I asked her intentionally trying to make it an open ended question. "We have three little girls." She told me. "Oh, that's very nice." I replied. "All cute as hell." The Greg defender added. "Nancy hasn't changed at all. She is still so pretty." Greg's wife said. "Yes, she is. I'm very lucky." I answered realizing it was one of the few sincere statements I had made that night. "Oh, I think she is lucky too! She has a family and gets to see the world too. Y'all are like legends." She said. "Thanks I guess." I said with a laugh which made the others laugh and her to blush slightly. As the effects of the beer settled in, I was happy to let others pick up the conversation while I listened and nodded appropriately. The group had moved so I could now look across and see Susie, Greg and Nancy talking. Occasionally others would join and then leave after a few minutes. Susie left Greg and Nancy alone while she stepped into the kitchen to pour some wine and I saw her wink at Nancy. The wink could have been for a million reasons but in my mind it gave proof positive that Nancy and Greg had a past. I wondered how far it had gone? Kissing maybe? Did he fondle her breasts? Is he the one that had touched her between her legs? Was there even more she hadn't admitted? The conversation in the group drifted into a distant background noise as I started and contemplated the various scenarios. My skin felt flushed not from jealousy but rather from a strange curiosity. A need to know but not knowing how I would ever truly know for certain. When Nancy used her hand to flick her hair off her shoulder in an obvious sign of flirtation I felt my cock stirring in my jeans. I had a sudden need to get some fresh air so I went out into the back yard where there was a small group smoking in the 50 degree air. I joined them in their discussion while positioning myself to keep an eye on Nancy. Susie had left them alone and for the next fifteen minutes, they kept up a conversation with lots of smiling. Several times Greg leaned down to say something to her in way that seemed intended not to be heard by others. This only fueled my suspicions. Finally, a several others joined up which stopped their apparent intimate discussion. It wasn't long after that the crowd began thinning and when I stepped back inside and made eye contact with Nancy she nodded letting me know she was ready to leave. We said our goodbyes agreeing to get together over the next couple weeks then headed out in the car. "I'm horny." Nancy said reaching over and rubbing my leg. It wasn't unheard of for her to do this but still it was rare. "If you want some tonight sweetie you'll have to find your cheerleader outfit." I replied suspecting what had made her horny but not wanting to force the issue. "I'll find it." She replied with a half-drunken grin. "Did you have fun?" I asked fishing. "Yes, did you?" She replied. "It was nice catching up with some of the people." I said giving a politically correct answer. Soon, we were at her parent's house and checking on the kids who were staying in the main house. "Go get in bed and I'll be there soon." Nancy commanded with a wicked grin. I went to the guest house and got undressed but stayed at the window wanting to see her strut across the yard in the cold air wearing her outfit. It seemed to take forever and just when I was about to get in bed I saw the backdoor open and Nancy step outside. She looked awesome and exactly as I remembered her in the uniform, even wearing the shoes. As she started towards the stairs I saw her stop, take her phone out and then begin to type something. She stood in the cold air exchanging messages for several minutes before she put her phone away. Of course, in my state I knew it was Greg probably sending dirty messages. I was lying on the bed with the sheet across my waist when she opened the door. "Beautiful." Was all I said. Nancy started to get in bed when I stopped her. "Do some cheers for me first." I demanded. "No baby, I need it." She whined. "Cheers first." I replied holding fast. With a smile and roll of her eyes she stepped back and in good form started yelling out a cheer. It was actually impressive and I let her finish the whole thing. Again, she tried to get in bed. "Another." I said. This time without arguing she started her cheer but this time I got out of bed causing her to stop. "Keep going sweetie." I told her. When she started again I got behind her and started licking her calf which again made her stop. "Be still." I said. She followed my command and stayed still her legs spread about two feet as I licked up each calf, then up her thighs before pulling her skirt up to kiss her ass through the bottoms. "Oh baby." She moaned. Then, I stood nude behind her and put my head in the crook of her neck while my hands fondled her legs, tummy and breasts through the outfit. "How many boys jacked off thinking about fucking you while you were wearing this?" I asked intentionally being provocative. "Probably none." She answered as she panted. "All of them.' I corrected her. "You too?" she asked. "Especially me." I replied honestly. I kept my left hand on her breasts but snaked my right under the skirt and into her bottoms. I thought to myself how many boys and men had seen these bottoms when she did her jumps and knew that thin fabric hid a beautiful treasure. Rubbing around but not touching her slit she was quickly writhing against me trying to push against my dick. "How many boys had their hands in here?" I asked truly wanting to know. "None." She answered between breaths. "Don't lie." I scolded. "Fuck me please." She whined using a word that she almost never used. Her use of the f word made my dick grow an extra inch but I held myself back trying to use her vulnerability to get information. "Not until you tell me." I demanded. "Baby don't. You're being mean." She exclaimed. "Tell me." I repeated my hand getting closer then backing away. "Greg." She finally said after a long silence. Home for the Holidays I slid my hand between her legs to find her shaved pussy to be completely soaked. Two of my fingers were quickly inside her sawing hard. She used her hands to push the bottoms down to her knees then bent forward to take them off. When she tried to fall on the bed I grabbed her hips and held her up. "Put your hands on the bed." I commanded. Doggy style is one of Nancy's favorite positions so she quickly fell forward on her hands. I used my hand to guide my dick up and down her slit several times before plunging it inside. I don't remember her ever being so wet and her pussy was hot too. I stroked inside her quickly, causing her to grunt each time I hit bottom until I slowed to a sustainable pace. Her pussy was making slurping noises which further intensified my desire. "Did he fuck you?" I blurted out. "No, no." she quickly answered. "He fingered you?" I forced out of my mouth between strokes. "Yes." She answered quickly. "What else?" I asked. "Nothing." She replied but taking too long. Nancy is a horrible liar and I can usually tell when she is. "What else?' I demanded gritting my teeth to hold back my climax. "He licked me." Her voice coming out like a whimper. I couldn't hold back any longer and my dick erupted pulling the energy from my body as I filled her pussy. "OH FUCK, OH HELL." I grunted as I lost control of my movements and fell against her back causing her to fall forward on the bed. We lay there in silence as we caught our breaths my dick still inside. The position was too awkward to stay long so when I had regained some strength I pulled away then helped her get up on the bed still in her uniform. "Can I take it off?" She asked with an air of guilt. "No, not yet." I said but removed her shoes and socks. I assumed she thought I would be mad because she had a past that until now had been kept secret. But, on the contrary, strangely I found it non-threatening and arousing. When she was on her back, I pulled the skirt up, spread her legs and re-entered her very wet pussy with my half-hard dick. "Ummm..." She moaned as I pushed in. First, I was still then I began a very slow rocking motion as my dick recovered and got hard. I leaned down to kiss her lips, then her neck and then pulled the top down as far as I could kissing the tops of her breasts. "You're so damn beautiful." I said. "You say that because you're in love with me." She replied. "Yes, I am." I followed. That sequence of phrases is something we have said to each other since we became intimate and it never gets old. Saying it, I could feel her body relax. We continued to rock together enjoying the intimacy. "Did he make you cum?" I asked after a long period of silence. "Yes." She answered with a whisper. "Once or more?" I asked naively and after the question was met with silence I followed. "How many times then?" "More than once." She answered finally. "More than ten times?" I asked as my cock got harder. "Maybe ten." She replied. "With his fingers or tongue?" I asked now feeling her hips pushing against me. "Both." She replied quickly this time. "He never came?" I asked logic telling me otherwise. "Yes he did. Oh baby harder." She answered I think getting turned on by the conversation like I was. "How did he cum?" I grunted pushing hard into her. "I jacked him off." She said almost yelling. "Where, where did his cum go?" I gasped. "On my body." She said her hand pulling on my ass. "Where?" I demanded. "Everywhere." She shot back. "Yes, baby. Oh don't stop. It feels so good. He got the outside you get the inside." She grunted now very excited. "He's the only boy to do that?" I followed my curiosity wanting to know the complete story. "Yes, the only boy." Her answer took a little too long and the way she said the word "boy" made me suspicious. Fortunately, my previous climax allowed me to keep some control but I wasn't sure how long she would last. "Who else?" I said sternly into her ear while pushing down hard. "No one." She answered softly without conviction. "Did he fuck you?" I asked bluntly trying a different tact. When she didn't answer quickly I asked again. "Did the other boy fuck you?" "No." She replied in a voice barely audible. Since she had admitted to Greg, I sensed this must be something more personal. Something she was more reluctant or embarrassed to share. "Did you suck him?" I asked nibbling on her ear. "I'm not mad just tell me." "Yes." She whined out her body slapping against mine. "I'm going to cum sweetie." "Not yet. Did he finger and lick you." I had to know. "Yes, yes." She replied very close now. "Did you let him cum in your mouth?" I asked needing every detail. "Please shut up and fuck me." She exclaimed. "Tell me." I practically yelled at her. "No he came on my pussy." She forced out. "Why?" I asked. "He made me." She immediately answered. "Why?" I asked again. "He wanted to..." she started to answer but stopped. "Wanted to what?" I asked and realized I had her arms spread out sideways in a strong grip. "Rub it." She cried. "Rub it over you?" I asked. "Over and in." She replied her eyes locking on mine with her admission. "He pushed his cum inside you?" I asked now shocked. "Yes, now that's everything. Fuck your wife." She demanded. While I was very surprised I was also very horny now. Her admission of her hometown experiences were exciting me for some odd reason. Being together for as long as we have I knew when she passes the point of high arousal to the countdown to orgasm. She was right on the edge now and her legs began to lift into the air. My balls were starting to boil too but I wanted to make sure she got through hers first. Her legs lifted higher and her body and breath got still. She was only seconds away now. "WHO WAS IT?" I said loudly suddenly wanting to know before she came. "Baby...baby..." She cried out her nails digging into my back her orgasm not backing away. "WHO?" I demanded again. "COACH JOHNSON." She forced out in a yell and seconds later the orgasm hit her. "OH YES, Take it! Take it! Oh don't stop, do it harder, ughhh...ohh. It feels so good." She announced and I could feel her pussy spasm on my cock as her body involuntarily slammed against mine. Despite my shock, I kept going afraid that any judgment on my part would permanently stop any communications between us. I remembered Coach Johnson as the student coach in his early 20s who had come to our school in the spring of our senior year. "I'm still cumming. Keep fucking me." Nancy announced now whimpering into my neck as I felt her juices flow over my tight balls. I lasted as long as I could before finally, with a loud grunt, I emptied myself into Nancy visualizing Coach Johnson using his fingers to push his cum into the pretty cheerleader lying naked beneath him. Home for the Holidays It was December 23 at 3:00pm when David's phone beeped at him. He picked it up and saw that he had a new email. When he pulled up his mail app, blood immediately started to flow to his loins. It was from his wife, Sally, it had an attachment, and its subject was "NSFW." "Not safe for work," David thought as he involuntarily licked his lips. He knew that Sally really liked to send him pictures of herself naked, especially when they had a long weekend like the one coming up. He did think it was a bit odd though, Sally should still be at the school she taught at right then. He knew he should wait until he was at least in the car to look, but he kept trying to figure out what she had taken a picture of. Did she take a picture of herself flashing the camera during a period that she didn't have any students, or maybe she figured out a way to take an up-skirt photo of herself while she was sitting at her desk. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to look. After checking to see if there was anyone walking by, he tapped on the email. To his surprise, the attachment was not an image, it was a video. He definitely couldn't watch that at his desk. "Damn," he said under his breath. Now he needed to know what she had sent him even more. It was a bit earlier then when he normally took his break, but he figured that he could go a bit early today. David grabbed his headphones off his desk and got up. First he walked to the pop machine to get a drink, and then he sat a table in the break room where his back was to a corner. After getting his headphones set, he tapped on the attachment to see what the video was. The video started with Sally smiling mischievously at the camera. Her raven black hair nicely emphasized the fair skin of her face. While her face would be considered beautiful to many, it had more of an air of young and cute rather than sensual and sexy. He didn't recognize where she was. There was a light pink cinder block wall behind her. She smiled and raised a finger to her mouth as if motioning for him to be quite. The camera panned away from her and he saw that Sally must be in a stall in a restroom. David felt his cock throb in his pants. Sally, must have propped the camera on something because he could see both of her hands reaching down and pulling up her dress. He was a bit surprised when he noticed that she was wearing thigh high stockings. Once her dress was all the way up to her waist, Sally stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy panties and pulled them down. She then stepped out of them. Her purse came into frame, and her panties disappeared into it. David knew he should stop watching this, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. As the camera began to move again, David became aware that there were voices in the background. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could tell that they had be young. Sally was filming herself in a restroom with some of her students none the wiser. The vicarious almost expansionism was getting him very aroused. The camera settled on to Sally's face again after which she gave him another wicked grin, and then panned down her body. It ended level with her beautiful pussy. There was just a strip of raven hair pointing to her hot sex. One hand reached in and moved her pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. Then a trickle of piss started to flow. David nearly came in his pants. He and Sally had been into watersports for some time, and Sally knew just how aroused he got from watching her pee. Very quickly, the pee had formed a gushing torrent of golden liquid. Again, David involuntary licked his lips. The golden flow started to slow back to a trickle. Once the flow had stopped completely, the camera move up her body again. Sally was looking at him again, and blow him a kiss. Then the video was over. David's mind was racing. He couldn't believe that his wife would film herself peeing in a public restroom. He couldn't believe that she would send it to him while he was still at work. He could believe that he would have to wait two or so hours before he could get home and fuck his wife. He couldn't imagine how he was going to get back to his desk without someone noticing the hardon that was raging in his pants. Somehow, he did manage to get back to his desk. The day had already started to drag before his wife's email. Now it felt like time had slowed to a crawl. Finally 5:00 arrived and he rushed out to his car. As soon as he sat down, he had to adjust himself to make sure he would be able to drive home comfortably. Ever image of the video kept playing back in his mind since he had gotten back to his desk. The drive home was quick, and David was glad that no cops were out. He had been speeding, but he didn't know by how much. As he pulled into the driveway, the only thing he wanted was to rip the clothes off of his wife and fuck her like he had never fucked her before. Upon entering the house he saw his wife still wearing the dress form the video. He rushed up to her, grabbed her tight, and kissed her passionately. Their lips parted and his tongue raced into her open mouth. His hand slid down her back to grope her full ass. Through the material of her skirt, he could tell that she was still not wearing any panties. Although she returned his passionate kisses to start with, she soon pulled away. "We have to stop," she told him emphatically. "What's wrong?" He couldn't imagine what would cause her to not want to be fucked. Then he heard something that made everything clear. "Sis, where do you keep your big pot? I was going to start the pasta." It was Sally's younger sister, Julie. He had forgotten that she was going to be staying with them for the break. Julie was 19, and going to the local college. Their parents, who Julie would normally stay with over the break decided to take a cruise over the holidays, and since the dorms were completely closed down, David and Sally agreed to let her stay with them. All of the arrangements had been made months before, but both Sally and David had completely spaced it. "It's under the microwave," called Sally back into the kitchen. Then in a softer voice, "I'm sorry. I forgot she was going to be staying with us until she showed up this afternoon. I didn't mean to..." David cut her off, "I know you didn't. I forgot she was coming too." The two of them went into the kitchen, and David's wilting cock twitched back to life. Whenever he found himself thinking of his sister, she always looked like she did the first time they meet, back when she was 13. Back then she was an awkward girl, with no curves and braces. It is true that he had watched her mature over the years, but no matter how shapely she had become, he always saw her as that 13 year old girl. Before him was no 13 year. She stood reaching for something just out of reach on a high self. She was wearing very tight cotton shorts. So tight that he could tell she was either wearing a g-string or nothing under them. Her top was a light pink crop top that was so tight that David could see every curve of her body. She definitely was not wearing a bra, for he could see her nibbles poking out through the stretched material. Soon dinner was on the table. The three of them sat around the table exchanging small talk. Once dinner was over David cleaned up the table, while the girls went to the living room to start watching T.V. When David joined them, he found his sister curled up in an easy chair intently watching what was on the screen. Sally was sitting on the loveseat and David joined her there. No sooner had he sat down then Sally moved to lay her head on his shoulder. They sat like this for a couple of hours, both of them trying to decide when the best time would be to excuse themselves so that they "could go to bed." Finally the movie that was on ended, and both of them feigned being tired from a hard day at work as the reason for their departure. "You liked seeing my sister in that slut outfit she was wearing, didn't you?" Sally asked as he entered the bedroom. She was sitting in the bed waiting for him. "I saw how your hardon revived once you saw her." "I can't help it if my cock has a mind of its own. Especially if there is a gorgeous woman in front of me." He gave her a big smile, knowing full well that there was a tent in his pants pointing right at his wife. He knew that Sally didn't mind him looking at other women. She liked to as well, and would oftentimes point out ladies she would love to fuck. They had both thought it would be nice to bring another woman to bed with them, but so far haven't found one to broach the idea with yet. "Well, you can look, even at my baby sister, as long as that hunk of cock doesn't go anywhere near them without my permission. Now get it over here." As she said this last line, she stood up, reached down, and pulled her dress off in one fluid motion. She tossed the dress into a corner of the room while she sat down, grabbing David by the belt as she sat. Soon her nimble fingers had unzipped his fly and were busy freeing his hard cock from the confines of his underwear. There was a bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip of his prick. Sally stuck her tongue out and placed it against the bottom of his prick, she then slowly circled the tip with her tongue until she could taste the drop of pre-cum. She reached up with her hand and cupped his balls. Gently she squeezed them while she slowly engulfed the head of his prick in her mouth. A soft moan escaped David's lips. The conflict between needing to cum now so that his balls could have a release form the pressure that was building in them all day, and the desire to have this sensation last forever. The buildup of pressure was winning with every stroke of Sally's skilled tongue and with every movement of her mouth slowly sliding up and down his shaft, and while he regretted the fact that he couldn't last as long as he would want, the knowledge that this was simply the first time tonight that he would cum made up for it. Just as the dam was about to break, releasing waves of pent up cum into Sally's mouth, she stopped. "You fucking tease," groaned David in mock anger. He knew full well when she started like this there was a chance he wouldn't come that easily. Sally just looked up at him, still ideally fondling his balls. With mischief in her eyes she said to him, "You don't get to come until I do, but first I have to pee." "Well I'll take care of that right now," David said as he pushed her back onto the bed. Sally quickly pulled herself further on to the bed, and spread her legs to give David easier access. Once Sally was in position, David climbed onto the bed and positioned himself above her. His cock was dangling right above her mouth and would sometimes brush up against her lips. Looking between her leg, he was treated to a sight he never got tired of seeing. Her pale skin looked even paler in contrast to the strip of raven colored hair that she had leading to her pussy. Her pussy was a sight of beauty in itself. It was nice and wet from her anticipation. Her pussy lips were very full and a nice shade of pink, and he could just make out her clit poking out at him. David bent down and slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top. Her pussy lips parted at the gentle pressure his tongue applied. Soon he was licking around her clit, being very careful not to touch it. Before Sally really knew what was happening, David had gotten a tight grip on her and rolled over so that he was on the bottom. Once he release her, he moved one hand up so that he could insert a finger into Sally's pussy. Soon his teasing licks zeroed in on what Sally wanted most. He started licking her clit as quickly as he could, until he sucked it into his mouth. As his sucking intensified, Sally sat up and arched her back. He knew from experience that she was going to start peeing any minute now. Continuing to lash her clit with his tongue, David made sure his lips enclosed both her clit and urethra. The first drops of Sally's golden nectar started to drop into his waiting mouth. Very quickly it became a deluge. David was doing everything in his power to lick her clit, finger her pussy and drink her piss without spilling a drop. He liked to let his mouth fill to the point where she could feel the warm liquid in his mouth bath her clit while he was licking it, before swallowing and then refilling his mouth. Sally was nearing orgasm from all of David's attention. As she was wondering how long she could hold out. She felt another finger slide into her pussy and that was it. She body tensed. Her pussy clamped down on David's fingers and the tide of her piss was stemmed. She was in pure bliss. A few moments later she rolled off of David. She looked hungrily at his cock and then asked, "So, do I need to return the favor?" A mischievous smile crossed her lips as she said it, and then inadvertently she licked her lips. David smiled back down at her. "I'd love for you to do that, but I have a bigger problem then needing to pee. I don't think I could pee right now If my life depended on it. I need to cum." Sally licked her lips again. "I can handle that." She then moved her head over to his cock and started to lick the head of it. She circled the head of his dick a few times with her tongue before placing her lips on the top of his cock. A bit more pre-cum was beaded on top of his cock and she sucked it into her mouth as if she had a straw. Soon she was pushing her lips a bit further onto his head. Once she had engulfed the entire head, she stopped going any lower, but instead started to play with his balls. A light moan escaped David's lips as she played with him. With her other hand, sally gently started to stroke his cock. David wasn't going to be able to hold out long, with the teasing earlier, licking and drinking Sally (both of which were quite enough to get him horny by themselves), and now his wife's masterful hands and mouth on his cock. It was all he could to to hold back so he could enjoy, but finally he had to cum. He shot load after load of cum into Sally's mouth. While it overwhelmed her a bit, she didn't miss a single drop. As his orgasm ended, she stopped stroking his dick, but continued to play with his balls. Her mouth never left the tip of his cock, and when his rod had softened enough, his bladder let loose. A jet of hot piss shot out of David's cock. It bounced off of Sally's mouth and down her throat. The feel of the hot jet as well as the taste that landed in her mouth caused Sally to moan. The fire in her pussy was stirring again, and she wanted to be fucked. As his piss slowed to a trickle, he could feel Sally licking the head of his cock. His cock started to twitch back to life, but he was going to need a bit more before he gave his wife a proper fucking. Sally lifted her head from his cock and smiled at him. She then quickly crawled up his body placed her pussy on his mouth. He eagerly dived, this time shoving his tongue into her pussy while he used his fingers on her clit. While this attention was wonderful for Sally directly, she also knew exactly what effect him eating her again would have on his cock. She also knew that her peeing for him would have a greater effect on his cock. Luckily for her, her orgasm had caused her to stop peeing before her bladder was empty. A wicked smile crossed her lips, "Open wide," was all she said and that was exactly what David did. As she emptied her bladder fully this time, she looked behind her. Where had just moments ago been a semi-flaccid penis, now stood a steel rod of cock. Once the David had lick the last drop of piss from her pussy. Sally slowly moved down his body until her pussy lips were touching his cock. Then she slowly lifted herself up and impaled her pussy on his shaft. Even with having two fingers in her already and one hell of an orgasm, the cock slipping into her felt like it was going to split her apart. She slowly slide down the length of his shaft, not out of fear of pain, but because she loved the feel of it stretching every inch of her. Once she had bottomed out, she leaned forward and kissed David full on the lips. She could taste just a hint of her cum and pee on his lips and it sent a jolt through her pussy. Soon she was slowly sliding up and down on his steel rod of a cock, enjoying every moment as she almost pulled all the way out and then slide all the way back down. David was enjoying every moment of this. His wife's pussy was like a tight silk glove around his cock. He love the feel of it as it slid up and down his cock. It was even more enjoyable knowing that he would not have to worry about cuming too early this time. While his wife had brought his cock back to life, it would take a while before it was ready to shoot another load. Both he and Sally were fine with that. Neither of them wanted this to be over too fast. After Sally had gone up and down on his cock several time, and her pussy was a bit more stretched, she started to move faster. she also arched backwards so that as she pulled almost all the way out and just as she was shoving back in, the head of David's cock put wonderful pressure on her g-spot. With each passing stroke more pleasure welled up in her pussy and she finally couldn't take it any more. She reached down with one hand and started to rub her pussy. Her other hand went to her breasts and started to play with her nipples. The motions of her fingers and the pressure of David's cock brought her to a raging climax. Her pussy dropped down the length of David's cock in an instance. The hand that had been playing with her breasts flew to her mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure that was about to be released. Normally she wouldn't care, but her little sister was sleeping down the hall tonight. As her climax waned, she fell forward onto David. Her pussy was like a vice around his cock. Even with the short time since his previous orgasm, David was a bit amazed that he didn't cum as Sally's tight cunt slide all the way down his cock. David wrapped an arm around Sally as he gently stroked her hair with his free hand. A few moments later, Sally began to stir. She looked up at him and smiled. David returned the smile, and then grab her tight for the second time that night and rolled her on her back. David placed Sally's ankles on his shoulders and began to thrust. For her part, Sally was doing her best to keep her pussy vice tight as he slide in and out of her. With each thrust, he let out a grunt of pleasure, which he tried to keep as soft as possible. The pounding on Sally's cunt was causing another orgasm to rise in her loins. She reached down and started to finger her clit to the rhythm of her husbands pounding. Soon her very sensitive clit brought her to another raging orgasm. Her cunt clamped down even harder on David's cock, and it was the last straw. His cock began to spasm as his cum filled his wife's cunt. Soon, his energy spent, he collapsed on the bed next to his Sally. His cock quickly began to go limb and escaped the confines of Sally's cunt. Once his prick was free Sally immediately moved so that she could lick it clean. Sally had always enjoyed the taste of David's cock, especially if it was covered in his cum. Over the years that they had been fucking each other she had also grown to love the taste of her love juice mixed with his cum when it coated his cock. After Sally was satisfied that his cock was as clean as she could make it, she crawled back up his body. David wrapped his arms around her, and she place her head on his chest. They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The sun shone through the currents of his room as David woke up. For a moment he started to freak out about being late to work, until his still groggy brain remembered that he had the day off. As he became more conscious he heard the sound of the shower down the hall being turned off. "Sally must be just getting out of the shower," he thought to himself. He sluggishly got up and started down the hall. His cock twitch a bit thinking about the sex he and Sally had the night before, and what fun he might have with her now that she was out of the shower. Soon he was opened the door to the bathroom and walked in. It took a moment for his still half asleep brain to register that the naked female form drying herself in the shower was not his wife. Home for the Holidays As this thought registered Julie finished drying her legs. She had stood and put the towel on the rack before she knew that David was in the room with her. They were starring at each others fully exposed body taking it all in. Julie, having had the benefit of a shower, was much more aware and realized that David was at this moment trying to decide whether to stare at her ample tits or her pussy with it's heart shaped bit of hair just above her lower lips. It was only a few moments until David realized he was staring, and then mumbled some excuse that he thought it had been Sally in the shower and walked out of the room. Upon getting back to his room, David sat on his bed and tried to visualize every curve of Julie's body, and cursed the fact that he would probably never get a chance to see it again. For her part Julie was still in the bathroom plotting how she might get a chance to see that cock again. While sitting on his bed, David was wondering if it would be better to jack off quickly or to try relieve the ache in his groin with a cold shower. Once the smell of breakfast reached him, he decided that it would better to take a quick shower and then find some time to fuck his wife later. He heard a door down the hall shut and figured that must be Julie going into her room. Quickly he put on a loose fitting pair of shorts and ducked into the bathroom. After a quick shower, David's hardon had completely subsided. He began wondering what was going to be on the agenda today. If his sister was not around, he and his wife would probably fuck in every single room of their house, but that wasn't really an option with a guest in the house. Still lost in thought, David walked down the hall towards the balcony overlooking the living room. As he look over the banister, he saw that the living room was empty, but could hear his wife and sister-in-law talking in the kitchen, but couldn't make out what they were saying. He descended the stairs and went into the kitchen. Julie was just leaving the kitchen as he got there. She flashed him a big smile, and then sat down on the couch to watch some TV. Standing at the stove, wearing her silk pajama set, was Sally. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he bent down to kiss her neck She said, "So, I understand you got a bit of a show this morning." "I thought it was you in the shower. It never crossed my mind that it could be Julie. I hope I didn't embarrass her." "I know you didn't know it was her. And she was not embarrassed, but she thought you might be." "I guess that means she noticed me staring?" "Very much so, but it did give her a chance to check you out as well, and she complimented me on marrying a man with the nicest cock she had ever seen." Sally felt her husbands cock, which was nestled right up against her ass, stiffen a bit with the complement. "You should go sit down before you start something we can't finish until tonight." She turned her head and gave him a quick kiss. David release her and sat down at the kitchen table to read the morning paper. A few minutes later breakfast was served and Julie came bounding back into the kitchen. Sally began serving breakfast and asked, "You going to be OK today if Julie and I go shopping?" "I should be fine, what are you going shopping for?" "Who said we are going shopping for something?" chimed in Julie with a big smile on her face, "We're just going shopping." David just smiled and shook his head. An hour later, Julie and Sally where in the car on the way to the local mall. It had been some time since the two of them had a chance to talk. For the most part they talked about what each of them had been up to recently, the happenings of old friends, and remembering times from their childhood. After visiting multiple stores they stopped for lunch in the food court. "David is going to flip when he see that new teddy you bought," Julie said as they sat down. "Not as much as every guy, and some girls, that see you in the dress you bought." This particular dress was a cherry red, skin tight spandex dress, with a neckline that plunged almost down to her naval, and no back. The hem of the skirt was not more than two inches below Julie's ass. "You really should have bought that red lacy thong you were looking at to go with. I have no idea how you are going to wear a bra in it. Have anyone in particular you were hoping to wear it for?" Sally asked, trying to pry a bit into her sister's sex life. "I wish," scoffed Julie. "This last semester has been so hectic that I haven't had time for a steady boyfriend, and all of the other guys I've met seemed solely interested in getting their own rocks off, that I haven't bothered with them. I can't believe that I'm saying this to my big sister, but I really need to get laid soon, but not just by anyone. I need someone that will take their time and make it something we both will enjoy." "This may not be typical sisterly conversation, but I want you to know that you can say anything to me, OK?" She looked intently at Julie and her sister nodded in the affirmative. "Now going along with things that are not usually said between sisters. I may not be able to get you laid, but I have a couple of toys that you can borrow to help take the edge off if you need to. And If you are interested, I can take you shopping for a toy or two of your own later this week." Julie blushed. She and her sister had always been fairly open with each other, but this was a little more than she expected to get out of her sister. "I might have to take you up on that, we'll see." Then a wicked thought jumped into her head, and despite the fact that she would really love this to happen, she decided that it would be better to try passing the idea off as a joke. "What I really need to borrow from you is your husband's cock!" It was now Sally's turn to be a bit shocked. The tone of her sister's voice definitely suggested that she was joking, but there was something in Julie's eyes that made her think there was more to it than that. "I'm just teasing you sis," Julie said with a smile. Sally smiled back with a big friendly smile. Then she thought to herself, "I think I can arrange that, but only if I get to watch you fuck each other." Sally's smile broadened. "She wants to fuck you." "Who? Julie?" David asked a bit puzzled and a bit turned on. He had just finished stripping and was about to climb into bed next to his wife. Julie had turned in about half an hour earlier. "Yeah. She said as much. Of course she tried to pass it off as a joke, but she is horny in the worst possible way. I think she really needs it." Sally responded, a hint of sisterly worry woven into the last comment. "And would you be alright with that?" David's cock was rapidly getting hard. "I might be." She paused as if she was thinking it over. Then with a wicked smile she added, "If I get to watch." David felt as if he was going to cum just from hearing those words leave his wife's mouths. Since the day before, when he realised that Julie was no longer the awkward teen that he first meet, the ideas of his cock sliding in and out of ever hole of her body had occurred to him more than once. Now the thought of his wife approving of it and even watching him do those things, possible while she fingered herself off at the same time, had driven him as close the edge as he had ever been without sex. Sally reach over and grabbed David by his hard cock. "I know where that should go tonight though." She gently tugged on his cock and led him to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. Then she reached into her nightstand and removed a tube of lube. David's cock lost a bit of his stiffness when the cold lube first touched it, but as Sally's nimble hands made sure that his entire prick was well covered he was soon back at full strength. Once Sally was sure that she had completely coated his member, she laid back on the bed. Under her ass she place one of the pillows and then reach down and parted her ass checks. David needed no further encouragement. After placing the head of his cock against Sally's pink anus, he slowly inserted. It was agonizingly slow to insert his cock. While both of them loved anal sex, it had been some time, and Sally was very tight. The process was not helped by the fact that no sooner had David gotten the head of his dick into her ass, Sally began to finger herself like a woman possessed. She already had to fingers buried in her pussy and was feverishly rubbing her clit. "I see that the idea of you watching me fuck your little sister has you hot". The only response that Sally gave was a soft, long, low moan of pleasure. At almost the same time David finished burying his cock in her ass up to his balls, Sally came for the first time that evening. Her entire body tensed with pleasure. David's cock almost exploded with the extra tightness in her ass. Despite the orgasm, Sally continued to finger herself feverishly, and even inserted another finger into her cunt. David had withdrawn about half the length of his cock when Sally's second orgasm hit. It was no where near as powerful as the first, but the extra pressure it caused her already tight ass to exert on his cock felt wonderful. Soon David had gotten a rhythm for his thrust and he was happily pounding away at Sally's ass. Despite already having two orgasms, Sally continued to finger her cunt as feverishly as she could. She stopped feeling distinct orgasms, but instead felt ways of pleasure wash over her body with each deep thrust of her husband's cock. The constant orgasms of his wife took it's toll on David's ability to prevent himself from shooting his load. His own orgasm washed over him, making his knees almost buckle under him. as he filled his wife's tight and still spasming ass with is cum. Even after she felt herself being filled with David's cum, Sally continued finger herself until she was certain that her ass had milked every last drop of cum out of David's cock. With a soft pop Sally's ass finally release David's well spent cock. "I should clean this up before we go to sleep." He stated as he padded off to the bathroom. As he was leaving the bathroom to go back to his room and to sleep he heard a soft moan. His first thought was that Sally hadn't come enough yet and was using her vibrator to bring herself off again. He smiled to himself and thought that coming back into their room and seeing his wife's legs spread open on the bed would be enough to get his cock hard again. Then he would enjoy the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around his hard cock in addition to her ass that night. As he listened, he realized that the sound was not coming from his bedroom, but from down the hall toward the living room. Finding this very odd, he went to investigate. As he got to the balcony overlooking the living room, he had a clear view of the TV. On it was a video of him fucking Sally. He and his wife made the video a few months earlier and enjoyed watching it while they reenacted some of the scenes in it. Tonight it was being watched my Julie. She was lying on the couch, her cloths in a pile thrown into one of the chairs in the living room. Her legs were spread, one hanging off the back of the coach, the other draped over the front of it. Her fingers feverishly working away at her clit. David's cock was hard before he knew it. He stood there looking at his young sister and was surprised that he hadn't shoot a load of cum in her direction. As his mind slowly re-engaged, he had a devilish plan. Quickly he walked back in his bedroom. There lying on the bed was Sally, gently toying with her pussy. He knew that she was not really trying to make herself cum again, she just liked the feel of her fingers roaming her sex in post orgasmic bliss. Walking swiftly up to the bed, David took her free hand, and flashing her a wicked smile tugged her up. "What's up, other then your cock?" She asked in a confused tone. He just smiled and motioned for her to be quiet as he pulled her, still naked, into the hall. Once he reached the balcony he positioned her next to the railing, facing the living room. He positioned himself behind her, with his head over one of her shoulders, his left hand cupping each of her breasts in turn, and his right hand moving down to her pussy. Sally quickly saw what was on the TV, and also her sister lying fully exposed to herself and her husband. A thrill shot through her cunt as she watched her sister finger her clit. Voyeurism had always been a hobby of her's that always got her hot and wet. The fact that it was her sister that she was watching just seemed to make her hotter and wetter. The image of Sally on the TV was getting close to climaxing and Julie was quickening he pace to come at the same time. She squeezed her breast with her left hand, enjoying the eclectic surge that went straight to her cunt every time she pinched her nipples. Her right hand was feverishly working away at her clit. The moans from the TV seemed more intense, more real as she got closer to cumming. She watched as the image of her sister writhed in orgasm on the screen, she was so close to cumming herself. At that moment the video showed David jacking off his cock into Sally's open and waiting mouth. As Julie watch her sister swallow the wad of cum and then lick David's dick clean, she came. Sally looked down on her sister. David had moved his left hand from her breasts down to her pussy. He was still using the fingers of his right hand to finger her clit, now he shoved two fingers into her cunt and began to fuck her with them. Sally lean forward on the the banister to help keep her balance as her husband finger fucked her pussy. She could feel his cock, hard as a rock, sandwiched like a hot dog in a bun between her ass checks. She let out a moan, and the small part of her mind that could still think logically wondered if her sister below would hear it. Julie didn't turn to look, and enough moans where emanating from the screen that most likely Julie would just think it was one of them. Soon Sally was watching Julie's fingers fly over her clit, and as she watched the image of herself swallowing her husband's cum, Julie came. David was still fingering his wife's pussy. It felt good to have two fingers buried deep in her cunt while his fingers teased her clit. He knew that Sally was close to coming, but he wanted to have this moment to last. Below was his sister, slowly insert a finger into her own pussy in her. He and his wife watched as Julie pull her finger out of her pussy, and then slowly and delibertly she put the tip of the finger onto her tongue for just a taste of her own juice. With his wife on the edge of orgasm they watched as Julie slowly sucked her finger into her mouth and began to lick it clean. Sally moaned, loud and low. She squeezed David's fingers in her cunt like a vice. Julie looked over at the TV to see if a new video had started, but the TV was stopped on a generic looking scene selection menu. She then turned her head slowly, trying to find where that moan came from. As she did so she looked up and saw her big sister leaning against the banister of the balcony, her legs spread and two masculine hands down at her crotch. The face of her brother was looking over her sister's shoulder with a wide grin on it. Julie slowly turned her head away, hoping that they thought her post orgasmic, half closed eyes were fully closed when she looked up. A moment later she heard the sound of them scuffling of to their room. As soon as Sally regained control of her body, she took David's hand and pulled him to their room. They fell on the bed, and Sally took the hand that had been buried in her cunt and started to lick it. David pushed her onto her back and slammed his hard cock into her dripping pussy. "You like watching your sister cum, didn't you?" "Oh, God yes," she moaned with his thrusts. "It was so hot to watch her come. It was even hotter when she licked her fingers clean." She reached down with one of her hands, and began to play with her clit as she remembered all she had seen of her sister. David knew he couldn't hold out for very long. He had practically cum all over his wife's back when Julie licked her fingers clean. As much as he wanted to cum though, he really wanted to feel his wife squeeze his dick with her pussy. After ever few hard and fast thrusts of his cock, he would take a long slow thrust in and out of her. It was all he could do not to shoot his load early. Sally figured out quickly what her husband was trying to do. She quickened her pace. It didn't take long for her to get herself to climax. As she did her legs contracted around David's waist causing him to thrust deep into her. If that was not enough, her pussy tightened around his prick as it was being driven into her, causing him to cum. They laid intertwined for what seemed like blissful hours, until Sally's legs and pussy finally loosened their grip on David. He slid out of his wife and fell limp, in more than one way, next to her. Even in her tired state, the site of David's cock covered in both of their juice beckoned to Sally, and she heeded its call. She laid her head on his thigh and painstakingly licked ever bit of cum off of his cock. The attention caused the spent member to twitch, but that was all of the life left in it for the night. Sally crawled back up the bed and David wrapped his arms around her. They fell asleep in each others arms, utterly spent, but also utterly happy. As the three of them sat a breakfast both David and Sally could not get the image of Julie fingering herself out of their heads. For her part, Julie was remembering how hot it was to see her sister wide open above her, and how much she liked hearing the loud moans that echoed down from the married couple's room after they left he railing. It was taking all of her restraint to not just start fingering herself right there in font of both of them. Sally noticed that something was bothering her younger sister, "Are you doing OK?" "Well," Julie's cheeks flushed red. She couldn't believe what she was going to do. "I know that you guys don't really do the Christmas present thing, but I made you guys something." "That's really nice of you, but you didn't have to do that," David stated as he wondered what her cum would taste like off her fingers. "I know, but.. It's in the living room." The three of them headed into the living room. Julie set David and Sally on the coach, right where she had laid the night before. She then bent over to pick up the remote, purposefully bending at the waist and sticking her tight cotton shorts covered ass right at both of them. Julie wondered how big the wet spot was on shorts, and if either of them could see it. Straightening up, she turned around and handed the remote to David. "It's a DVD and I already put it in the player." Julie then went over to the easy chair and curled up, her eyes fixed on the couple. As David pressed the buttons to get the DVD player up, he wondered if somehow Julie was trying to make the DVD she watched last night a present. Soon that idea was driven from his mind as he saw Julie's face fill the screen. "Hi guys," the image of Julie said. "I just wanted to thank you guys for letting me spend the break with you. I hope you enjoy this DVD." The camera panned down to reveal her naked body. After a moment, Julie positioned herself so that her pussy was fully visible, but one could also see her chest and face. Her hands came back into view and slowly parted the lips of her cunt. "I hope I'm wet enough for both of you," said the voice from the screen as she slipped a finger into her pussy effortlessly. As she with drew it, the finger simmered with the moisture that coated it. Quickly Julie brought it to her lips, and with a soft moan sucked it clean. Home for the Holidays Her hand returned to her cunt and she began rubbing herself. She place her first and middle fingers on either side of her clit. At the end of each slow down stroke she just barely rubbed over her clit. Each time a soft moan escaped her lips. Her pace slowly increased with each stroke across her clit. The moans of pleasure were growing louder and closer together, and then her hand stopped moving. After a moment she slipped a finger into her cunt and began to pump into in and out of her cunt. The moaning returned, this time louder and more constant. Soon was the unmistakable signs of orgasm wracking her body. David and Sally sat through the video in stunned silence. Both had enjoyed watching Julie finger herself off the night before, but neither of them had thought she decided to give them a show like that on purpose. Let alone record a video of her cumming for their benefit. Despite their shock, their baser instincts were reacting as one might expect when watching a beautiful young woman finger herself. David's hand reached down and pulled his rapidly growing hardon out of his shorts so that he could start stroking it while Sally began to rub her clit through the silk pajama bottoms she wore. Julie was sitting back and watching her sister and brother really enjoy themselves. She could tell by how openly they were pleasuring themselves that they had probably forgotten she was even in the room. Taking advantage of this she slip her top off and then wiggled out of her tight shorts. Seeing how large the wet spot was on her shorts make the entire scene even more erotic for her. She laid back in her chair and slowly fingered herself. As her screen counterpart settled down from orgasm and the video switched to a generic looking menu, she watched as as Sally and David came back to themselves. She was certain that neither of them had cum, but that both were getting close. Once the both seemed to be back in reality she spoke, "Did you enjoy your present?" "Very much so," responded David while still looking at the TV screen. "I looks like there are a couple more chapters on here." "I came a few other times last night as well. I hope that you don't mind that borrowed your camcorder to record some of them for both of you?" "Not at all," replied Sally has she turned her head toward Julie. She gasped slightly as she saw Julie sitting there completely naked. Her fingers slowly rubbing her cunt. Hearing his wife's gasp, David turned and upon seeing Julie he almost shot his load. "So, did you to have a nice fuck last night after you watched me cum?" Julie asked with a wicked smile. Both David and Sally's jaws dropped, "I saw you both looking down at me just as Sally came," volunteered Julie, as if to answer the unspoken question that the both were thinking. "It was really hot to see you both like that, and when I heard your moans shortly afterwards I had the idea of making this video for you to remember the night by." Julie paused for a minute to let this new information sink in. "Now that you have a video to watch me finger myself, had the opportunity to watch me in the flesh," there was a bit of mischief in her eyes as she said this, "I was wondering if we could even the score a bit." "Oh?" asked Sally. "Yes, I've only seen you guys fuck on video. It was really hot, but I can't help but think that it would be so much hotter if I got to watch up close and personnel." "And what are you going to be doing while we fuck each other's brains out?" David asked with a smile. "Well, watch of course. I'll probably find other ways to entertain myself as well." Julie's smile spoke volumes. She knew that if she and her husband fucked each other in front of her little sister, it wouldn't end until after David had fucked Julie while she watched. That thought alone would have been enough to make her pajama bottoms damp, of course just then they were already soaked from her fingering herself earlier. She looked over at David and smiled. Then without a word she got off the couch, kneeled in front of his cock and started to suck it. Immediately David raised himself off the coach so that Sally could remove his underwear. While the couple was finding their rhythm, Julie moved from her chair to sit next to David. She watched intently as his prick would disappear into her sister's mouth and then slowly reappear. Whenever Sally looked up at Julie, Julie couldn't help but but see the gleam of delight in Sally's eyes. "You know sis, your way over dressed. We're both naked," Julie said just as David started to moan from Sally's attentions. Reluctantly Sally released David's cock from her mouth so that she could stand and undress. As she was taking her top off, Julie leaned over and started to suck on David's cock. She could taste a bit of his salty pre-cum on and she relished it. As she glanced at her sister she saw Sally looking at her in a pose that conveyed the impression of a teacher staring down a student who had just broken the rules. This impression was not in the least lessened by the fact that Sally was now topless. Julie would have been worried that she had really done something wrong if she hadn't got the glint of mischief in Sally's eyes. Julie pulled her mouth away from David's cock. "I figured that you were going to fuck him next, and I just wanted to make sure his prick would be slick enough for you," she said with a rye smile. Sally scoffed as she slipped out of her pajama bottoms. Her pussy was glistening with her juices, and it was obvious to all three of them that Julie's feigned concern was unwarranted. She slowly sauntered towards her husband. Leaning in, she kissed him passionately and one hand strayed to his throbbing cock. Soon their kiss broke and she guided his cock into her dripping pussy. In a single agonizingly slow motion, his cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy. Julie was enthralled with watching her sister and brother fuck. She laid her head down on David's chest while she watched his cock be engulfed in Sally's cunt. Despite knowing that she really should just be an observer, with every thrust of David's cock came the urge to reach out and touch these two lovers. She wanted to run her fingers up and down David's slick cock almost as much as she wanted to finger her sister's clit. Her hand slowly inched along David's stomach until he was just above his groin. Before her brain really processed what was going on, she was rubbing her sister's clit. Sally let out a long and sultry moan. Taking the moan as a sign of approval, Julie started to rub her sister's clit faster. Quickly Sally came, her cunt squeezed David's cock, but he was able to keep himself from coming. "Squeeze his balls," Sally said as she regained her composure. Julie sat up a bit so that she could reach behind her sister and gently squeeze David's balls. This little bit of added stimulation was just enough to push David over the edge. He filled Sally's cunt with his cum. Julie stood up and helped her sister move from David's prick to the coach next to him. "That was just fucking amazing. I almost came just watching you two." "Well, you can watch us go at it whenever you want," volunteered Sally. "Really!" Julie couldn't contain her excitement. David chuckled, "Yes, but we get to watch you finger yourself." "Deal! But right now there is something else I need to try." David and Sally exchanged questioning glances. Julie knelt down in front of David and took his cock into her mouth. He let out a moan as she licked every inch of his dick clean. "Hey! That was my after sex treat," protested Sally in mock anger. Julie mouth made a popping sound as she pulled her lips off of David's cock. "Sorry Sis, but I had to find out what you two tasted like." A broad smile crept across her face. "Now that I know what you two taste like together, I want to taste more of it. Spread your legs Sis." Sally wasn't sure what exactly her sister was planning, but she was willing to go along with it. She spread her leg wide, and Julie moved in between them. A moment later Julie had moved her face just inches from Sally's pussy and was inhaling the aroma of Sally's well fucked cunt. Sally jumped a bit when she felt the tip of Julie's tongue reach out and lick the length of her wet slit. Even more shocking, but enjoyable, was the feeling of Julie's tongue delving into her cunt. Soon Julie had fingers of one hand messaging Sally's clit, while the other hand was reaching up to grope Sally's tits, and she was still fucking Sally's cunt with her tongue. David took advantage of the situation to lean over and suck on Sally's nipples. Sally was in a state of ecstasy from all of the attention. All too soon she came, covering her sister's face with her juices. As soon as Julie sat up, Sally leaned down to her and passionately kissed her. The taste of her own juices, along with her husband's, on the lips of her younger sister sent a jolt through her cunt. "You can steal my after sex treat whenever you want, as long you eat me afterwards," she said after they broke the kiss. "Do I have to wait until after he fucks you to eat you?" Sally looked over at her husband who simply smiled at her. "I think it's safe to say that you can join in our sex life anytime you want." David gave an approving nod. "Now my dear husband, someone here has not cum yet, and I think you should remedy that right now. In other words, fuck my sister already." David got off the couch. He knelt on the floor and pulled Julie infront of him. His cock slid into Julie's cunt. It was dripping wet, so his cock slid in easily, but she was also very tight and very hot. David was glad that he had so recently cum because it meant that he would last longer in this wonderful cunt he now found his cock in. Once he bottomed out, he let his stiff prick sit there and relax for a moment. Julie was not ideal during this time though. Once she felt him stop moving, she began to squeeze his cock with her cunt. Already she was trying to milk it of its cum. "God Sally, he has a great dick. I can't believe that you're actually cool with sharing it with me." Sally knelt down in front of Julie, "What are big sisters for," she said with a smile. Then she leaned in and kissed her sister passionately again, their tongues exploring each others mouth. After breaking the kiss Sally laid down on the floor and moved under her sister head first. She looked up and had a perfect view of Julie's nicely impaled cunt. "Fuck her David, I want to watch you drive your cock into her." David, while greatly enjoying the massage his cock was getting from Julie's cunt, was not one to disappoint his wife. He slowly started to slide out, and Julie began to feel disappointed by the void left in her. Soon that disappointment was shattered as David rammed his cock back in. It was hard and fast, but felt good. She looked down and could see Sally's cunt below her. It brought a smile to her face to see a drop of cum ooze from Sally's sex while she watched. Sally could feel her pussy becoming very aroused. As many times as she and David had talked about them sharing a woman, and even with all of the time she had fantasized about this very position, she had always thought in the back of her mind that it would happen. Now, here she was looking up a beautiful pussy being rammed by her husband, and despite her brain telling her that the experience should be lessened by the fact it was her own sister that she was looking at, all it did was make her pussy hotter. David was pulling his cock out again, and she raised her head up so that she could force him to drag his cock across her tongue as he pulled out and shoved back in. The taste on his cock was girl juice, so similar and yet different from her own. Sally need to try it from the source. She moved her head down just a bit and started to lick Julie's clit. It was an exquisite taste, and she lapped faster and harder at Julie's clit. Julie was close to cumming before David impaled her the first time. The situation was made worse by the fact that she could smell and see her sister's hot sex right below her. The final straw was the feeling of a tongue on her clit as David fucked her. A tongue that she knew could only belong to her sister. It also didn't help that this tongue knew exactly how to make a woman go mad with pleasure. Soon Julie was cumming. Her cunt was trying to squeezing the cum out of David, but not a drop was forthcoming. The primal part of her wanted to scream, but the part of her that she had trained by having sex in the dorms and in her parent's house caused her to seek out something to muffle that scream. The only thing that came close to sufficing was her sister's pussy sitting inches below her. She leaned forward and her lips clamped down around Sally's clit just as her would be scream started. The unexpected hot, wet, vibrating environment that now surrounded Sally's clit, along with how aroused she was from watching David's cock slide in and out of Julie, was enough to drive her to orgasam. She dropped her head to the floor and began to scream, "FUCK YES! Fucking finger me Julie!" With in a second Julie had a finger in Sally's cunt. A moment later she inserted second, and then a third. Hearing her sister scream encouraged Julie to release her own inhibitions, "Fuck me David! Please cum in me now!" The pleading in her voice caused Sally to reach up and rub Julie's clit. At the same time, David redoubled his efforts. Soon Julie was cumming. Her pussy clamped down on David's cock pushing him over the edge. For a bit the three of them just sat enjoying their post orgasmic bliss. David slowly withdrew his cock from Julie and broke the silence, "Who wants to lick this clean?" "Let Julie," chimed in Sally as she looked up greedily at her sister's now vacant cunt. "You sure Sis? I got the last one." "Go for it. I'll be busy down here." With that Sally pulled Julie's cunt down onto her mouth and began to eat her sister. David moved in front of Julie and she guided his cock into her mouth. After David was sure his cock was more then thoroughly cleaned he sat back on the couch. Sally was still exploring the deepest reaches of Julie's cunt with her tongue, making sure not a drop of David's cum was missed. During this extensive cleaning Julie had many mini orgasams. "That was the best sex I've ever had! I can't wait to fuck you both more." Julie beamed with pleasure as she sat on the couch next to David, followed shortly by Sally. "I'd always wanted to do it with another girl, but never knew how to bring it up." "Glad we were able to help," came Sally's reply. "And we both want you to know that if you ever want to try something, anything at all, all you have to do is ask. We are up for trying anything at least once." "Well... There is one thing I want to try..." Julie's voice trailed off and her cheeks turned scarlet. "You're not going to embarrass us. Just spit it out," David tried to comfort. "Sally," the pause was almost unbearable to all. She closed her eyes to compose herself. Finally Julie just rushed the words out as fast as she could. "I want to drink your pee." David and Sally both were stunned by this admission. Neither of them had any idea that Julie was into pee. "I also want to drink yours David, but I want to start with Sally." After getting over her initial shock, Sally asked the first question that came to mind. "How long have you wanted to drink my pee? For that matter have you ever tried it with someone else? I'll be happy to let you, but wow. That just wasn't what I thought your first request would be." She smiled at Julie. The smile on her sister's face made Julie relax. "I've never drank anyone's pee. I haven't even tasted my own before. As for how long I've wanted to drink yours or anyone else's, that happened last night." The questioning looks both of her new sex partners caused her to flash a mischievous smile. "After you both watched me cum last night I decided to poke around the DVD that I was watching. I figured that there were other scenes on it that would help get me ready for the DVD I made you guys." Sally gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand. "Yeah, there are a couple of scenes of you two peeing all over each other and drinking it. My first thought was that I should be grossed out, but... I couldn't stop watching, and it got me so horny. I decide I had to try it, and who better to try it with for the first time then my big sis." "I'm always happy to bring someone new into the kink, and I do have to pee," she flashed a wicked grin at her sister has she moved her ass to the edge of the couch. Julie took the hint and kneeled down in front of her sister. Once on her knees, she placed her lips so that they engulfed her sister's pussy. "Julie move back a couple of inches. I don't want to drown you the first time you try this. Don't worry if you can't swallow it all, we'll clean up later." Julie moved as she was directed. "That's good. The added benefit to you being back like that is that David loves to watch me pee." Julie glanced over just in time to see David's cock twitch. The sight combined with what her sister was saying made her giggle like a schoolgirl. "Now open wide and relax." Julie sat back on her heels and opened her mouth. She watched intently as Sally reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart. The first few golden drops leaked from her sister and a wave of disappointment hit her. Before she could move or say anything the few drips became a stream, and that stream was quickly coming up to her mouth. Soon the first salty drops of pee where hitting her tongue. It was warm and she let it fill her mouth. When her mouth was mostly full she swallowed her first gulp of pee. She had no idea of what to expect when she asked for this, but it wasn't unpleasant like she had feared. It had a very pungent scent and the taste was bitter. She probably wouldn't have continued to drink it if it had been served to her in a cup, but watching it come from her sisters pussy right into her mouth was making it very enjoyable and erotic. Her pussy was aching to be rubbed, but she wanted to concentrate on her sister's golden stream. Every so often her mouth would fill, and she would be forced to close it while she swallowed. The stream of pee continued to flow. As it hit Julie's closed mouth it would cascade off of her chin. Some of it would cling to her her body and run down the length of her chest. David was very much enjoying the show. The site of his wife peeing was enough by itself to get him hard, but the site of her peeing into the mouth of her little sister was almost enough to cause him to cum just from watching it. While he watched he reached over and fondled Sally's tits to keep himself from jacking off. He wasn't sure who he would fuck, or in which hole but he knew that if he waited his cock would have a much better place to cum then just his hand. Sally's stream slowed to a trickle again. She watched as Julie swallowed the last mouthful of pee. A smile came over Julie's face. "I take it you like drinking pee." "Well, I like drinking your pee. We'll have to see if I like drinking David's," she responded coyly. Sally laughed. "We can arrange that, but first I think we are going to need to take care of another of his needs." She gestured to his raging hard-on. Julie licked her lips, "I think we can take care of all of his needs." There was a glint in her eyes as she spoke. "Before we take care of him, I think I should clean up the mess I made on you," Sally playfully pushed Julie backwards, and she laid down. Soon Sally was leaning over her sister, licking and kissing every wet inch of her skin. Slowly she moved down from Julie's neck to her breasts. David sat there, his cock throbbing, watching his wife suck and lick her sister's tits. The site of Sally starting at the base of one of her sister's tits, kissing it in slowly shrinking circles until she reached the nipple was almost unbearable. Especially with the fact that the entire time she was kissing one breast, she was massaging the other with her hand. Once she was done sucking on the first nipple, she started over again on the other breast. Home for the Holidays Happy Holidays Literotica! Been away for far too long you will agree. Thankfully my schedule has gotten a lot less crazy and a brave listener has been messaging me of late, encouraging my return, so here it is! Let me set the scene: I headed home for the holidays and decided to take you with me. We just recently started getting intimate and there hasn't been much time for any private fun with my family around. One night, I sneak down, light a fire and creep to your room while everyone is asleep... May be a bit rusty but bear with me, trying to get back into the flow. As always, message me and let me know what you think. Good to be back :) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (33 min/mp3) * * * * * Home for the Holidays Morgan, my daughter, was coming home for the Thanksgiving holiday. She was in her second year of college. I was excited about her coming home but that night I had to work late - the bane of being a single mom who worked too hard in a high profile executive position. I didn't get home until eleven o'clock and to my surprise, I met Morgan just coming in. I was dressed in my business suit and Morgan was her typical self, jeans and a T-shirt. We hugged and kissed and showed a lot of true affection. She explained that she'd been home earlier and not finding me went out with Jeff, her high-school ex who called. I didn't ask much but instead made us a snack and poured some wine. Morgan was excited about her classes and we spent an hour talking about her professors. As we became quiet, I could see she was troubled. Jeff called just has she had arrived and asked to see her. They'd broken up before she left last August and she thought it was all over. He assured her he just wanted to go for a drink. As usual, Morgan confided, they would park the car and Jeff wanted to kiss. Morgan wouldn't let him, except her neck and cheek. She knew what he wanted and stroked his crotch as he kissed her. He came fast like Morgan hoped. That is all he wanted. Morgan knew it from the beginning and did not argue. He dropped her off just as I arrived. Morgan knew it was wrong what she'd done since she had no real connection to Jeff. In fact she had used him in high school to hide her lesbianism, although she never expressed her orientation to anyone. We talked about her feelings and why she'd gone with Jeff that night. I told her not to be too hard on her self. Seeing how late it was, I took Morgan by the hand to the bedroom. We hugged each other. "You remember how to do it honey," I asked seductively. "I could never forget, Mom," Morgan replied. Morgan knelt down, letting her mind fantasize what lay under my skirt. She reached around and unzipped the skirt, then pulling it gently to the floor. I was wearing a white satin half-slip. She kissed where it covered my tummy and rubbed her cheeks in the soft fabric. It was obvious she hadn't any intimate sex since I had seen her last, except with herself. Her hands reached under the slip and I felt her warm hands grabbed the firm flesh of my ass. She pressed her face closer into my body. The way her hands kneaded my ass over the panties was igniting a deep reserve of passion I wanted to release. Finally, Morgan pulled the slip down and kissed my white panties that hugged my hips and crotch tightly. Her nose nudged my gusset, taking in my womanly scent. She knelt back and stared at my pubic hairs clearly visible under the light fabric. Being away and alone, I'm sure she had thought about this moment so often as she masturbated alone. Her fingers ran over the little depressions in my crotch as I twitched at the stimulation. She then blew her hot breath over the spot and kissed it deeply and warmly. A warm tingly feeling invaded my body as I felt her tongue press into my womanhood. I didn't want my daughter to stop. "I've missed your fragrance and your softness, Mom," she said. "I missed you too, hon," was all I could reply as my nipples hardened in my bra and my feelings of lust increased. "Your underwear is beautiful as always. These panties fit like they were made for you," she said softly looking at the depression over the lips of my vagina. I didn't reply but let her hands kneads my firm buttocks and her stiff tongue tease the depression and feel her warm tongue. Morgan's hands then began to slide up and down my stockings. Her fingers played with the stocking bands and the suspenders of the garter belt. I'm sure she was letting her fantasies flow freely in her mind after such a long time away. She breathed deeply as she unfastened each suspender and rolled down each stocking, licking the inside of each leg. The wetness of her tongue on each thigh felt so delicious. Then, reaching her arms around me, she kissed my tummy as she undid the garter belt and threw it aside. "Your body is still the most beautiful, Mom," she said. "I thought about doing this many times." "I've always enjoyed your compliments, luv. I've been waiting for you too," I said in reply. Morgan's lips gave a final peck to my panties before she got to her feet and kissed me on the lips. She was a young woman in need. I could feel it. We embraced each other for a moment before she continued her job of undressing me. Her fingers slowly unfastened the buttons on my blouse and pulled the garment off. I was wearing one of Morgan's favorite bras, a white demi-bra with lacy cups and shoulder bands. She took each orb into her hand and kissed the bra cup. "They missed you too," I said with a smile. Morgan giggled but continued to kiss each breast until she began to nibble on the fabric. "Harder honey," I coaxed her knowing she enjoyed teasing me this way. I put my hand behind her head to encourage her. Soon I felt her mouth bite into the bra cup, teasing my nipples to swell. With her other hand, she caressed the breast she wasn't sucking, weighing it in her hand until she would pinch the bra cup feeling the rising nipple. The room was silent except for our breathing. When she had both nipples hard and my daughter felt I was beginning to squirm, we kissed on the mouth again with a long wet French kiss. Our lips locked and we kissed tenderly, finally enjoying each other after such a long time. I let her tongue come into my mouth, only shortly distracted that she may have kissed Jeff earlier that evening. Morgan liked to kiss and I let her tongue explore my mouth, even sucking my tongue into her own mouth. She hugged me tight, telling me that our desire for one another hadn't diminished. Morgan pushed herself up on her toes in order to have her breasts meet mine. Although we both had our bras on, the touch of her smaller breasts against mine was electrifying. I hadn't felt such lust since we'd last been together. When our embraced finished, I stepped out of my clothes lying on the floor. "Let me look at you Mom," Morgan asked innocently. I stood still with my arms at my side. Her gaze was hard and intimidating, just the way I liked it. Morgan walked slowly around me, scanning my body. She traced her finger around my shoulder as she stared at my wet bra cups. Behind me, her hand caressed each buttock and kneading the flesh; I enjoyed her warm hands. "I love your bum, Mom," she said. We both laughed at the sound of her words. My bum was not fat but firm and full, filling out skirts and dresses with a noticeable curve that got attention from men in the office. "May I," Morgan asked, almost whispering. "If it pleases, you luv," I replied softly. I bent over, raising my rump, feeling my panties ride down my ass somewhat. Morgan stared at my bum for several seconds, perhaps fantasizing, before I felt the first hard "whack" of her hand and against my ass cheek. There was no wasting time as she delivered several more in quick succession. I hadn't been spanked in a long time, so I felt the slaps sharply. "Pull your panties down, Mom," she ordered in an expressionless tone. I did what she asked; pulled the back of my panties down just enough to expose my ass cheeks. Immediately the spanking continued. In order to steady herself, Morgan secured her hand around my bra strap that went around my back. She continued to spank me, gazing at my ass cheeks wobble under each blow. She waited for my cheek to stop vibrating before I felt the next hard "whack." The globes soon turned a pinky red. The spanking aroused deep caverns of lust I'd been denying for months and that masturbation cannot release. Somehow Morgan knew this and slapped me continuously for several minutes. When she finished, she caressed my reddened ass with her hand and kissed each cheek wetly, almost licking them. She then pulled my panties back up. When I turned to embrace her, she was staring at the floor. "I told you not to be ashamed, young lady," I said immediately. "I know, but I feel a little self-conscious," she said shyly. "Well, we've just out of practice, don't you think?" I asked nicely. She looked up and smiled. We embraced again. "You've got me good and hot, you little vixen, you," I whispered in her ear. Morgan hugged me tighter. When we finished, I took my white lace teddy top and bottoms to the bathroom. Morgan unbuckled her jeans and took off her T-shirt. She was wearing a black push-up bra and a black bikini panty. She looked at her self in the mirror. Morgan didn't smile easily, but was very self-conscious about herself. I knew she was comparing her smaller breasts with the ones she'd just had in her hands moments ago. It wasn't that she didn't like her body, but she wished it were as full and as gorgeous as mine, her mother. She was smaller than me, 5'5 with dirty-blonde scraggly hair. Her body was basically shapeless except for her hips and bum. Her breasts were an A-cup in size. We'd talked in the past about breast implants, but that was still an open discussion. What bothered me most was that she rarely smiled. I was just brushing my teeth, when Morgan opened the door and stood there looking at me. I didn't say anything as I rinsed my mouth out and washed my face. When I dried my face, I stood directly in front of her. I smiled warmly thinking that she'd never done this before, so I didn't know what to expect. "I'm sorry hon, but I want to pee and put some creme on my bum before we're together," I said, without any anger. "I know Mom, I just wanted, I mean I was thinking..." she stopped without finishing her sentence. We both stared at each other for several seconds before I began to blush. I had never peed in front of anyone before but this is obviously what she expected of me. "I don't think I can; I mean I've never done it before, luv," I said to her softly. "I'll close my eyes, Mom" she said seriously. We paused again. "Well, I guess so," I replied. With that, Morgan closed her eyes and stood up straight. I slid my panties down my legs and seated myself on the toilet. The coolness of the seat felt good on my hot buttocks. To my surprise, just as I was about to pee, Morgan, with her eyes closed, knelt beside me and lay her head on my knee. As I peed, her hand caressed both my calves and ankle gently. This was a new situation for me, but oddly arousing. I put my arm around my daughter as I peed, realizing just how closely I felt to her and loved her. We both listened to my piddle and only once did her hand come up and rub my inner thigh, making me twitch. When I finished, Morgan kept her eyes closed and assumed her spot by the door. "That really embarrassed me," I said seriously. "I'm sorry," she replied feebly. For a moment, I pitied her and felt how lonely she must feel, being so far from me. After I wiped my self and pulled my panties up, I asked Morgan to stay and watch me, thinking that is what she wanted, but all she asked was that I leave the door open. I did so, but Morgan went back into the bedroom. As she lit candles and turned on soft music, she returned to the door and watched me wash my private parts with the bidet. "You're embarrassing me, honey. Please don't stare," I pleaded. "You haven't shaven lately, have you?" was all she said. Having her watch me do my toilet was new to me, and I wasn't really comfortable with it. Yet, Morgan acted as if we'd always been this way. "I like you this way Mom. Don't shave any more," she spoke again before walking away. I dried my bushy womanhood and then applied creme to my body. I tried to smile whenever Morgan appeared, feeling odd about letting her watch since this never happened in the past. For herself, she remained expressionless, never smiling. This made me self-conscious but oddly also sexually aroused. She came by again just as I was changing into my nightclothes, she entered the bathroom and picked up my panties and bra and took them back with her. I never understood why, but she liked touching my undergarments and fondling them. When I returned, I stood behind Morgan noticing your tattoo on her lower back. I put my arms around her, kissing her ear. I felt her soft hair against my face, smelt her faint perfume, and body scent. "Not in bed yet," I whispered. "I feel like I'm in a dream, Mom," she replied. "That's good for a change, isn't it" I said, slipping my hands over each of her small breasts. I rubbed the cups of the bra. It was only that I realized she was wearing a patted bra. This made feeling her nipples difficult. I was also surprised she wore such things, trying to make her breasts look bigger than they were. "That feels sooo good, Mom," she smiled. "Why the patted bra honey?" I asked, "still not feeling good about your boobies?" "No, it's just that, well, it feels better for me," she replied, not convincing me. Then she added, "Please not now Mom." "I know, honey. You're in need of a lot of lov'in, aren't you?" I said, stroking her breasts gently and pinching my fingers into the cups to massage her nipples. I lowered one hand and massaged the white skin of her abdomen over her pierced navel. It was obvious Morgan had gained a little weight, her tummy stuck out in a way it didn't before, making her bikini panties stretch to their limit. I was going to say something but I didn't. "Do you want to wash before we start?" I asked innocently. "No, Mom, I don't. I want you to smell me as I am," she replied sharply. After a pause she continued: "You're wearing my favorite night clothes." "I'm wearing them especially for you," I replied. She had always liked my white lace teddy. She moved back into me, wanting to feel my breast and nipples against her bareback. Morgan smiled and turned to kiss me. We pressed our bodies close and I felt my breasts and nipples against my daughter's stiff tits. "You know what comes next, don't you luv?" I whispered into her ear. "Do you feel up to satisfying me?" "I've thought of nothing else for weeks," she replied, looking into my eyes. She smiled and let go of me. She went to he bed, pulled the covers back, and slipped in. She had thrown my panties on the bed and took them in hand as she covered up. Sitting up, she sat quietly as I sat in front of the mirror. I had always taught Morgan that if she hadn't pleasured herself that day, it was better to release her pent-up sexual energy quickly to enjoy the next orgasm together. As we had done in the past, Morgan began to masturbate as I put on some makeup, lipstick, and mascara. Looking in the mirror, I could see the covers move between her legs as she watched me put on her favorite necklace and bracelet. Morgan had learned to masturbate in front of me early on, and neither of us felt it shameful. I've always wanted her to understand the pleasure her body held for her. "Do you want me in earrings tonight, honey?" I asked. "Oh, yes please Mom," she answered quickly. She had begun by rubbing the surface of her panties that had been mildly damp since her meeting with Jeff. With pressure, she liked the feeling of the fabric against her swelling pussy lips. Watching me prepare myself for her always aroused her as she rubbed her panties deeper into her vaginal slit. She let two fingers slide over her lightly hairy bush and enter her sex. Her fingers felt good inside her when gazing at me combing my hair and dabbing perfume on my breasts. Finished at my vanity, I walked to the bed and combed my hair, watching her play with herself under the sheets. "You look so beautiful Mom," she said looking at me with her sad eyes. Her hand furiously worked her sex under the covers. Being young, she lubricated fast and I could hear the slurping sound of her fingers entering her sex. "I've been waiting for this night for a long time too, luv," I said, accepting her compliments. Eventually, I sat on the bed's edge facing my daughter. Morgan had her eyes closed as her one hand deftly rubbed her clitoris and her other massaged her left bra cup and the hardening nipples underneath. To help her along, I put my hand over hers and pressed down on the covers between her legs. She moaned loudly. "Why don't you take off the bra, honey?" I asked. Without answering, she stopped what she was doing, unclasped the black bra, and threw it aside. I took one of her small nipples in my fingers and began to flick it softly. "Do you still like this, honey," I asked. "Oh yes, please do it harder," she replied quickly as her fingers found themselves between her legs again. My fingers flicked each nipple until they hardened into little points on her breasts. Unlike me, she had small, almost invisible areolae. Then I pinched each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, stretching the tit outward. Morgan began to groan with pleasure. I pulled harder, extending each nipple as much as I could with harming her. "I'm cumming Mom," she cried out, breathing hard. "I know honey. You look so beautiful." I bent over to kiss her ear. She took one of her hands and put it over mine, pressing it into her breast. She moaned again and then gave out her familiar short breaths as the orgasm erupted making her arch her back and buck her hips. Watching her masturbate so easily and freely had always turned me on. This time it was no different. I felt the moisture between my legs and my hard nipples were visible through the teddy. Still breathing hard and enjoying the fading spasms of pleasure, I rolled in beside my daughter. She immediately hugged me and pulled me close. We kissed again, as I smelled my daughter's sex fill my nostrils. As the kiss continued, Morgan cuddled up to me. "May I?" I asked eventually. "Yes, of course Mom. You know I want you to," she said, still enjoying her orgasmic bliss. My hand slid over her stomach feeling her navel piercing again. My fingers felt the band of her panties and I played with it before letting my finger glide over her sex and feel the sopping wetness that collected in the crotch of her panties. She'd always been a real wetter and tonight was no different. My fingers smeared her wetness over her hairy pubis and stomach. She liked the strength of my fingers and the touching they did on her still tender nest. To my surprise, I felt my white lacey panties lodged in the crotch of her black panties. I pulled them to find my white panties bunched and wet. "Do you still like doing this?" I asked, realizing she hadn't done it for about a year. "I ... I was just horny Mom. I've started to do it since being away." There was a lot of embarrassment in her voice. I could see she was still aroused but I wasn't sure what to do. However, I didn't say anything. I pushed the damp panties down into her crotch again and rubbed them over her wet vulva. She twitched and jumped, letting me know how excited she still was. I pressed the soppy panties against her sex bud and Morgan sighed deeply. Finally, I slowly pulled them up and placed the panties beside Morgan. We both giggled at how wet they'd become. She watched as I brought the panties to my nose and I sniffed her female scent. "Do it Mom, just like you used to," Morgan begged, watching me nuzzle the panties against my nose. I extended my tongue and licked the wet surface. Morgan sighed with anticipation as I inhaled the musty aroma of her sexual juices. I stretched the panties out and kissed the gusset and then licked it. "Suck them, Mom. Please!" she pleaded. I pushed the panties in and tasted their musky feminine flavor. Morgan watched intensely, rubbing herself furiously. I sucked more of the panties in as Morgan turned and kissed my cheek and nibbled on my ear. "I love you, Mom," she whispered. Pulling the panties out of my mouth, we kissed and touched our tongues tenderly. Home for the Holidays "You're soooo sexy, Mom," Morgan whispered before we broke out laughing. We lay cuddled together for several moments without saying anything, just enjoying each other's closeness and intimate touching. "When was the last time, honey?" I asked. "A few days ago. I don't know," she replied softly. "I didn't have time to send you a message. I'm sorry." "It's all right," I said, kissing her on the forehead. Morgan often emailed me when she masturbated, giving me details of her fantasy and whether or not she used a dildo I bought for her. Lately, she'd been fantasizing about one of her professors, an older woman who turned Morgan on. I knew she would never make contact with her, but she liked to think about her a lot. She would also share pictures and stories that aroused her and send them to me. "I really liked reading your fantasies about Prof. Jones," I said, caressing my daughter's back. "She has a great bum, just like you. Her hair is grayish and she wears bras that stick her breasts out like mountains. She also dresses so classy, but your more beautiful," Morgan replied. "Thanks for the compliment, honey," I answered softly. "I like it when you say such things. Do you still want to put your hand up the professor's dress when you watch her during class?" "Yeah, I do. I get so horny in class dreaming of what she is wearing underneath and what she is like when she is fingering herself. I get really turned on watching her walk and the way her big bum moves. I fantasize of making love to it someday" Morgan replied. We both giggled again, embarrassed at the thought of it. Morgan's hand automatically reached out and caressed one of my breasts. I eased my body flat and let Morgan roll on top of me. She kissed my teddy over my nipple before nibbling on the hardening tit. I let out a long sigh as my daughter lifted my teddy and let her mouth find my nipple. I raised my thigh so she felt friction between her legs and I felt her wet thigh rubbed up against my hairy sex. For the next twenty minutes my daughter suckled each nipple and licked the brown halos around my hard nipples until they had each swelled. She would suck the crest of one of my breasts into her mouth and then push back with her tongue against my growing nipple, sending wild sensations through me. Morgan knew that suckling me was my favorite turn on; it also relaxed her as we lay quietly, listening to the music. Often, she would take the tit she was not sucking and gently pinch both my tit and dark areola. In the past, Morgan excited my nipples so they would standup and out. She liked them that way, even asking me to go braless sometimes, wanting to see people stare at my stiff nipples pressing against my blouse. I often felt she wanted to show them off, compensating for her own A-cups. No one ever sucked my tits like Morgan. She made me feel them in a way I couldn't do myself, even when I masturbated and touched them. Both breasts swelled under her hands as if I was pregnant again, wishing I could lactate for her. I felt their heaviness and fullness as the blue veins became visible and the areola expanded into a huge circle under the fat swollen tit. "I like them when they are this big, Mom," Morgan stopped sucking for a moment, "they're gorgeous." Her finger traced a circle around the wet red areola making me moan with a new pleasure only another could give. I looked down at her as her lips took in the tit and pulled, giving wonderful sensations to my motherly body of both relaxation and lust at the same time. It wasn't long before I began to squirm and wanted release from the build up of sexual tension. Morgan rolled off me and straddled my body with hers. Her hand felt the moisture between my legs and pulled the teddy bottoms taut, rubbing her fingertips against my vagina. The friction felt good, sending spasms through my lower body. In a moment, she pressed a finger into my nest, pressing the teddy bottoms even more against my clitoris. I was always amazed how she knew to arouse me so easily. "Mom," she asked softly, "I want to see you cum while you're sucking one of your nipples. Please do it for me." Your tone was more of an order than a gentle request. "This something new, honey," I answered, wanting an explanation. "I'm not sure why, but..." I couldn't finish my statement as my lust was so triggered. Instead of talking, I took hold of my right breast in both my hands, and brought the nipple to my mouth, something I had never done before. Somehow, Morgan knew that I'd be able to do it. "Just don't lick it Mom, suck it hard," she said again in an expressionless tone. I groaned louder after hearing the strong correction from her. I took the tit between my teeth and sucked hard. Morgan's hand kept a steady stroke on my clit and soon I was breathing hard. Morgan gazed at me with such intensity that I closed my eyes. She took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked on it, swelling it into a large ruddy knob. Soon both tits were large, swollen, and hard. I had never gotten this big by myself "Take more of your booby in your mouth, Mom," came the next order from my daughter. I opened my mouth wider and sucked in as much of the crest of my breast as I could. My tongue kept a steady pressure against my fat tit. To my surprise, I enjoyed this new stimulation. My nipple was succulent and stiff, causing small but perceptible tremors to stream through my body. Morgan straddled me and I could feel her warm damp crotch rub against my thigh. Her fingers never let up on my clitoris, which was swollen as well, and driving me crazy. "Stop," she said suddenly. "You're smearing your lipstick." I looked at my breast and saw the smudges of lipstick around the nipple I'd been sucking on. Without hesitation, Morgan got up and took my lipstick from the table. Handing it to me, she told me to apply some. I did so, feeling intimidated by her commands. Her hand slipped into my bottoms and began to groom my wet pubis as I carefully applied the lipstick. I realized that even though I felt guilty, I liked Morgan's strong character and how she encouraged my womanhood. She had never taken such command of our lovemaking as tonight. Morgan saw the apprehension on my face. "Don't stop sucking, Mom. I want to see you cum when you're sucking your tit." She looked carefully at my lips to make sure my lipstick was neatly applied. "Please honey, is this necessary?" I pleaded. "Just do it, Mom," she said sternly, pushing my breast toward my mouth. I resumed my sucking with both hands firmly gripping my large breast to my mouth. My body squirmed under Morgan's deft fingers, teasing the outer lips of my vaginal sleeve. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my orgasm as a lustful warmth filled my body. I began to move my hips, provoked by Morgan's probing finger in my sex. Soon my hips started to buck. My nipple was thoroughly engorged and fat as I nibbled on its knobby texture between my teeth. "Yes, that's the way I want you to do it, Mom," I heard my daughter say. "Now pull on it, hard. Suck like a baby." My teeth pulled on the rubbery tit as I moaned with pleasure. I groaned louder but the sounds were muted as the crest of my breast filled my mouth. I felt stupid as I pulled on my tit and gobs of salvia leaked over my mammary glands, smearing my lipstick. To my surprise I felt Morgan's small finger travel down my ass to my anus and massage the opening. The touch was electrifying. She knew that would drive me over the edge. I couldn't hold back anymore. I shut my eyes tight and made a face as a huge orgasm exploded between my legs and radiated throughout my body. As the orgasm rippled through my female body, I sucked harder on the sensitive nipple. Morgan never lost her gaze on me as she watched me cum sucking my own tit. I felt stupid and embarrassed but, admittedly, the sensation of sucking my tit was very pleasurable, mixed as it was with the dominance of Morgan. I'm surprised we hadn't learned this earlier. Moments later, I released my tit and flopped back on my pillow, breathing hard. Morgan suddenly pulled back the covers and took off my teddy bottoms, almost ripping them. Her hands were forceful as she spread my legs and thrusting her pointed tongue against my swollen clit. "No honey, I don't need that now, I really," I pleaded with her. "I don't care, Mom," she yelled back. Her teeth clenched my maternal clitoris, and gently tugged and pulled. "No, really please stop, honey, I don't need this, I'm fine," I moaned, almost crying. I felt I was being raped as she lashed my clit and feeling her tongue press against my sexual and sensitive nubbin. I squirmed in the bed for several minutes, feeling ashamed that she was doing this to me. Yet, the struggle to stop her from shaming me this way only increased my feelings of lust. New surges of arousal burst in my body. I didn't want to cum just to defy my daughter's longings. I raised myself on my elbows and watched her head settle in between my parted legs. My clitoris was painfully sensitive after the last orgasm and I'd be happy just to be in Morgan's arms. Her tongue pressed against my exposed pearl, making me jump and twitch. "It's beautiful, Mom," Morgan said, "I love it when it gets this big." "I know honey, but you don't have to," I replied, "I'm quite satisfied." "You need this Mom," she said, her eyes looking up from my crotch and meeting mine. Her face was peaceful and serene as she continued to lick me more and more, driving me crazy with lust. I watched quietly as her head bobbed between my legs and her tongue teased my swollen clit. Frequently, she would taste my secretions that flowed easily now, licking my perineum clean causing me to twitch from the tickling. My pubic hairs were wet with my juices and sweat but Morgan didn't care; her tongue glided over my slick bush and taunted my swollen red labial lips. She was giving me raw sex that despite my objections I enjoyed because I felt safe with her. I felt a second orgasm build and spill over into the preceding one. My ability to have another orgasm so quickly only happened with another woman, never with Morgan's father. I squirmed uncontrollably in the bed and each time I did, Morgan's mouth pulled and tugged further on my swollen clitoris. As I raised my hips, my daughter used her teeth to pull back on my sensitive pearl, sending wonderful sensual spasms through my lower body. My hips and her mouth were locked in a tug of war, making my sexual nubbin shiver with pleasure. I told Morgan to stop but she didn't. The orgasm made me toss and turn but felt wonderful, despite being against my consent. Bliss entered ever cell of my body as her young tongue played my clitoris like a musical instrument, making my anus, nipples and skin quiver in exquisite pleasure. Before the orgasm receded, Morgan straddled to my side and began to nibble on my nipples again. As she did so, she thrust two fingers deep into inter-labial sanctum, making me groan loudly. I raised my hips again as her fingers bored into my sex, making me feel embarrassed and ashamed as I enjoyed being taken this way. My hips gyrated wildly as I felt my ass crunch together and my breasts stick out of my chest. I could see the look of satisfaction on her face as Morgan watched me, her mother, squirm and buck my hips underneath her ministrations. I felt like I was reduced to a sexual toy or worse a sexual pet. I wasn't surprised when Morgan whispered, "Take it Mom, my wild horsy" as her fingers pounded into my female cul-de-sac. I didn't know if I was angry or sad at Morgan's behavior. Her driving fingers slowed and turned in the soft tissues of my genital passage. It felt good to have something rigid and strong fill the sexual playpen between my wet thighs. A tear appeared under my eye, feeling that this had been too much, but I was too exhausted to challenge her. My hand reached for the crotch of Morgan's black panties. I pressed the soft imprint of her vagina. It was my offer to masturbate her one more time, but she declined. Instead she jabbed her fingers deep inside my sex again, making me grunt and my motherly hips grind and gyrate on the bed. Such behavior made her feel in control and strong; I relented and said nothing. Moments later, we both became sleepy. Morgan pulled her wet fingers from my sopping genitals and curled up behind me; she put her hand firmly on my breast and squeezed it hard giving me the security that she was in control. She knew I was upset but said nothing. As we drifted off to sleep, she whispered in my ear. "I lied Mom. I sucked Jeff tonight and masturbated while I did it. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner," her voice diminishing as she kissed on the cheek. I was shocked but too sleepy to confront her. "Why did you use my panties to masturbate?" I asked, not sure why I was making the connection. "I've been doing it for a long time, but never said anything," she replied sighing and slipping into a deep sleep. Since I had been married and enjoyed heterosexual relations with a man in the past, there was no reason why my daughter couldn't enjoy them too. This excuse sounded lame to me, but I was too tired to be upset and try to understand why Morgan was acting so kinky. I just felt sad because our relationship had been on the basis that we were strictly a lesbian couple. © Matron222 Do Not Repost Home for the Holidays I was cleaning out old files and found this story. It's way early for a Christmas story but I decided to publish anyway. Chapter 1 Adam Heller pulled off to the side of the driveway leading to his parents' home. He noted the fresh coat of paint on the house. White gravel bordered the dirt drive. The bushes that bordered the house were leafless but he could see that they were neatly trimmed. He smiled to himself as he recalled the fastidiousness of his parents. A light snow was falling. He could see the gold glow of the incandescent lights gleaming warmly through the bay windows of the old farmhouse. Multicolored flashing Christmas lights trimmed the windows. It sat some hundred yards off the road amid stumps of the harvested corn stalks. The house was made of two-foot square beveled granite blocks. For more than 100 years, it had stood like a fortress. Adam sighed, put the car in gear moved slowly up the driveway. It had been a night like this when he left home. It had been an ugly scene in the kitchen that evening. Many tears were shed and hateful words spoken. He remembered his mother restraining his father from hitting him. He threw whatever he could into an old duffle bag and flew out of the door. He had trudged through blinding snow to the road. A farmer had picked him up and carried him into town. He had caught the interstate bus, vowing never to return. That was 10 years ago. Kari, his older sister, had tracked him down 5 years later. He was a roughneck on an oil-drilling platform in the Bhota, India. Her email popped up on his laptop. He was surprised how unemotional he was as he read her pleas to get in touch. Over the next few weeks, he received several emails from Kari. He would open them, read and delete them. Then he opened one and there was an attachment. He opened it and saw the smiling faces of the twins. Tears streamed down his face as looked at the manifestation of him and his sister's love. They were angels! The email said that despite the strong displeasure of our mom and dad, she named them Kari and Adam Jr. She pleaded with me to come home and visit our little family. Like most farm kids, sex was no mystery to them. They watched the bull take cow, the horse take the mare and they knew the parts and how the parts worked. From their prepubescent years, in the darkened bedroom they shared, they had compared their parts to the animals. At first, it was blind groping. Kari was amazed that Adam's "thing" was so much smaller than the horse's thing! They progressed to touching. Sometime after his 18th birthday, Adam had his first orgasm when Kari was pulling on his cock to see if it would grow as the horses' did. Ultimately, one summer in the hayloft, Adam had mounted Kari as the horse mounted the mare, as the bull mounted the cow. She had pressed back as he thrust forward. The hymen tore and they began their summer of sexual exploration. That exploration had led to Kari's pregnancy and the revelation to his parents that he was the father. Now he sat just outside the farmhouse with the engine idling. With a heavy sigh, he turned off the engine. The sharp Michigan wind bit hard into his light jacket as he unwound his muscular 6' 2" frame from the car. He shivered as he made his way to the trunk and extracted olive drab duffel bag. He had flown in from India, where he was working a drill in the Bhota region. With a practiced ease, he flipped the duffel bag onto his shoulder. With his shoulders hunched against the cold, he quick stepped to the back door of the house. Before he could knock, his mother flung the door open, charged down the three short steps to the yard and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh dear god, thank you, thank you! My baby is home!" Home for the Holidays "Adam, this is no good! I'm 40 years old and I'm your mother!" I used my free hand to untie her robe. She tried to twist away again but I pinned her body to the counter with mine. I was a big strong farm kid, well muscled from hard work. "Just let me suck your nipples and I will stop, I lied!" "Baby, no, no, I...we...no stop!" I had bent and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. I pulled it and her robe up around her ass. I could hear her breath coming in short gasps. I used both hand to grip her breasts and squeeze. The last time we fucked I accidently did that too hard and she seemed to like the pain. Now I did it intentionally. Her big white ass thrust back against and she cried out. Realizing that we did not have much time, I released one breast let my hand slide between us and positioned my cock at her pussy. She was dripping wet. She grunted as I slid easily into her mommy hole. I used all the techniques Kari and I practiced. I went fast like a jackrabbit, in and out. Then slow and easy, all of the time brutalizing her breasts and saying filthy things to her. Kari told me that sometime she liked to be called dirty names. "Tell me you like my cock!" Mom was pumping back hard. I pulled out until just the head was end. I placed my hand between us so she could not push back. "Say it!" I let my cock slip in her pussy and thrust hard, once, twice, three times. "Say it!" My free hand squeezed her breast, starting at the base and sliding out until I was stretching her nipple. "I...I, I'm your mother! You can't treat me like this!" I slapped her big ass hard. The noise resounded through the kitchen. She squealed and dropped her head "Say it!" I thrust hard once twice three times again. Then pulled out with just the head covered by her swollen leaking pussy lips. Mom groaned. Her knuckles were white from gripping the counter. I glanced up through the window. In the distance, I could see my father turn the tractor toward the house. "Dad's coming! Say it and I'll let you come." Mom looked up; the reflection in the window showed her frantic lust filled face. The growl of the tractor grew louder as daddy mover through the fields toward the house. "I love your cock! Please, please let me come!" "Say I'm your bitch" Kari loved to hear that when she was coming. She had read it in one of the books she kept hidden in the barn. Mom groaned. The odor of her arousal rivaled the biscuits that were baking in the oven. He ass moved in small circles as she tried to push back and get me in her. "I'm your bitch! Now let me come, please let me come! Oh your father is coming! Hurry! Hurry!' Like a jackrabbit, I began pounding mom. Her thrust became frantic. Her head would drop then she would look up and see dad coming across the fields getting closer. Then she started coming. Momma was a squirter. It was as if a fire hose was turned on as she cried and moaned, she thoroughly soaking my underwear. I was close but I had an idea. A few times with Kari, I pulled out so she could see my squirt. I always covered her belly with my seed. As mom's orgasm reached its peak and her back was undulating wildly, I pulled out and pushed her to the floor. She groaned in disappointment and grabbed the counter as she dropped to her knees. I held my cock over her face and came. I squirted in her hair all over her face and finally over her big pillow like tits. At first, she was shocked. Then she began to run her tongue over lips. Finally, she ran her hands over her tits. She flinched as she touched her abused nipples The next few moments were a mad scramble. Mom leapt up and fairly trotted to the only bathroom, pulling her gown and robe down as she went. I retreated to my room. I smiled as I slipped off my soaked underwear. I stuffed them under my mattress, grabbed clean ones from the drawer, and put them on. Instinctively I knew I could not tell Kari about mom, but I could not wait to try coming on her as I did mom Home for the Holidays He took an earlier flight, eager to get away from the small Midwestern college town that had been his home since turning 18 and heading off to school. All the better to surprise his folks and his older sister. This would be the first holiday they were both home since she left for school two years earlier. The cab dropped him off in front of his childhood home. He fetched the emergency house key from beneath the seat of the old Chevy in the carport and let himself in, walked straight downstairs to his old bedroom. The light in the hallway bathroom was on. He turned and looked as he walked past. "Oh shit, I'm sorry," he said. His sister stood in front of the vanity, hands on top of her head and a bobby pin in her mouth. She was nude but for a pair of white cotton panties that rode high on her hips. She screamed and turned. He couldn't help but stare at the reflection of her shaking breasts as she quickly covered up. "You scared me to death, Danny," she laughed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know anybody was home," Danny said. A few minute later there was a knock on his door. "It's Lydia," she said, and she opened the door. "Can I come in?" "Looks like you already did," Danny said. "That was really embarrassing for both of us, but it was my fault," Lydia said. "I shouldn't have left the door open." "It's cool. You thought you were the only one home." "Yeah, but still. That was awkward." "I've seen lots of naked women. It doesn't bother me." "Must've bothered you a little bit. I saw you hiding behind that suitcase," she said. "Dude, shut up!" "Well, I'm sorry. I'm so glad to see you, little brother! Come give me a hug!" Danny wrapped his arms around her and pulled the fluffy bathrobe close to him. "Hard to think of you as my big sister anymore when you're such a midget." "Shut up!" she said. "I'm not short, you're just too tall." She laid her head against his chest and gave him a tight squeeze. "Damn, you've grown up. When did you get so big?" "ROTC," Danny said. "We drill a lot." Lydia heard his heart beating quickly, felt the awkward hardness pressing against her belly. Danny tried to pull his hips away, but she hugged him tighter. "I missed you, little brother," she said. "Missed you, too," he said, and he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. Lydia's robe opened a bit. "Sorry," he said. Lydia looked up, saw him staring at her cleavage. "It's okay, baby brother," she said. "It's nothing you haven't seen before." They stood there frozen, trapped between bodies and minds. He couldn't stop staring at the curve of her breasts, and she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. That expression on his face-she wanted to be looked at like that for so long. Lydia curled her delicate fingers around the robe's lapels and pulled them lower. "I don't think—," Danny said, and she grabbed his hand and placed it on her heart. He felt the rapid pulse beneath her breast, the warm skin on his palm. His body took over, hand sliding inside her robe and cupping her heavy breast. She stood on her toes and pressed her face against his throat, hot breaths coming faster. Danny extended his thumb, brushed it across her erect nipple. She pressed harder against him, tongue cautiously venturing past her frightened lips and flicking his neck. Right, wrong, nothing mattered anymore but heartbeats, breaths, cock, cunt. He untied the robe's sash and she shrugged it to the floor. And then he was on her, tongue fluttering over her throat, her collarbones her breasts, finding her warm mouth. She tore at his pants until the button gave way and unzipped his fly. "You aren't wearing underwear," she said. "Out of laundry," Danny laughed. Lydia grabbed his penis. It pulsed against her palm. She craned her neck to see. He looked so huge against her little hand. Danny bucked against her fist. Her other hand found his ass, so lean and tight. She felt the muscles in his glutes contract with every thrust against her palm. "Put it in me," she said. "Just for a minute." "This isn't right," Danny said. "No, it's okay. Just for a minute. Just so that I can feel you. It doesn't mean anything." She stroked faster and rubbed her sex against his leg. "Just for a second," Danny said. He raised up onto his arms and positioned himself between Lydia's legs. She rubbed him back and forth along her wet opening, and then he pushed slowly into her. She was so tight, so wet, so warm. Lydia hooked her heels behind his knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into her. She ground her clit against his pubic bone, squeezed her tight muscles around his shaft. "Please stop." "Do you really want me to stop?" she whispered. "No, but if you don't..." "If I don't then what?" "You know." "It's okay, little brother. I'm safe," Lydia said, and she rocked her hips faster. "Don't, I'm going to—" "I want you to," she said, and Danny moaned loudly, his hips bucking against her, fists clinched tightly. And then it was over. Danny lay on top of her, breathing hard. "Welcome home," she laughed. They had three weeks to kill before the new semester. Home for the Holidays Just another ten miles and I’ll be home for the holidays. College is not that far away, but there is just so much to do I have not been home in several months. Beside I want to see my half sister Becky. Becky turned eighteen this summer and I have not yet had a chance to give her the proper present. I sent her a gold bracelet, but she knew what she would be in for once I get home. We have been lovers since she turned sixteen. It was kind of a coming out for both of us. She was my first fuck and of course I got her cherry. After that we both tried out other people but found we liked each other best. We have had some wild sex and have tried everything at least once or twice. The only thing is that Becky is such a sound sleeper that the few times I went into her room after everyone else was asleep she did not even know it till morning. Kind of a let down for my ego, but after the first time I started to get a kick out of it. At first she told her she had a wet dream and I laughed till my sides hurt. Then later she would ask me if I had come into her room and sometimes I would laugh and say ‘No” but she would sooner of later figure it out. As I passed the town square the clock on the church tower told me it was two fifteen in the morning. The streets were still as a grave. We only have one cop in tome and he sleeps most of the time. Nothing much ever goes on around here. Even the teenagers go home early. I passed in front of the house. The front drive was full so I went on to the end of the block and turned up the back alley. I pulled into the back yard and tried not to make any noise. It was my plan to go up stairs and sneak into Becky’s room screw her a couple of times and then go back to my room. It would be a blast to see her face in the morning. I dropped my bag in my room washed up a little and naked as a Jay bird I slipped into Becky’s room It was very dark I could barely see her bed had been moved into the corner rather than were is normally was by the window. She was sound asleep on her side facing the wall. I slipped into her bed and got up behind her. I was so turned on my cock was already hard as a rock. Her short night shirt was bunched up high about her waist which made it very easy for what I had in mind. My fucking cock first touch her right between the cheeks of hr most beautiful ass. Oh, god how I loved t fuck her sweet ass. She went wild when ever I would fuck her in the ass. Becky is a rare bird that loves a good ass fucking . but I felt that she might wake up if I rammed nearly eight inches up her beautiful ass. So I aimed the head for her pussy instead. It was not too wet, so I put some saliva on my fingers and wet her pussy good. That made me want to lick it and give her a climax with my tongue, but I was this might also wake her so I just rubbed the head of my cock up and down her crack a few times and got it good and wet. She moved and seem to be pushing back onto me. I was only a second before I had my cock up to my balls in her hot wet cunt. God she was even a better fuck asleep than most girls are awake. I took her hips in my hand s pulled her back ion to my cock hard. I was really horny and I guess I for get about not wanting her to wake up . I was banging the hell out of her. I felt her cunt tighten around my cock. I think we both came at the same time. I thought she was going to wake, she was wiggling her ass so hard. But I slowed and she stopped jerking her ass back at me. I never got soft after I cum. MY cock was so ready to fuck it just let it in her cunt. I did finger her ass just a little and again she wiggled her hips. I wanted to screw that beautiful ass but that could wait till later. I was tired when I started to drive home ten hours ago and now I was almost passing out. But not before I fucked her one more time. This time I was not so needy and I took it slow and easy. She seen to sense the difference and she only rotated her hips in time with my movements. I cum again and I did not feel her cunt tighten around my cock as it does when she cums so I guess she would not have another climax tonight. I pulled free of that wonderful pussy and wiped some cum on her tiny ass hole in hopes it would send a message to her. I made it back to my room and into bed with out waking any of the family. Morning came around nine o’clock. I could have slept longer, but my brother Burt, he was sixteen now. Came in and told me Mom had breakfast ready. We had a few words he was in a hurry as he had to go to some kind of school function. By the time I got a rob on and down stairs he was gone. Mom was alone in the kitchen as I walked up behind her hugged and kissed her on the neck. She sat a pot of coffee in front of me and turned to the stove to burn me some eggs. “ Mom.” I said, “Where is Beck? I thought she would be down by now.” Mom turned and she did not look too happy. “Oh my David, I thought you knew Becky moved out and is living with a older man.” I dropped my spoon, spilled my coffee and there were a hundred wild thought going through my head. I wanted to ask ”Well just who the fuck did I fuck last night?” Had I been the one that as dreaming, I was really tired maybe it was my dream and I did not screwed someone last night. No, Shit no. I had dried cum all over my cock this morning. I had to have done some thing and it sure as hell was not just a jerking off party for one. Mom came over and wiped up the spilled coffee, “David, don’t be upset. He is a very nice man, a little old I think but Becky seem to liked him.” Mom, was her calm self as always. I was not upset by the fact that Becky was fucking some older guy I wanted to know what the fuck had I done last night. I drank my new cup of coffee. After thinking I kind of made an off handed statement. “ Oh, wow, I thought I heard someone in her room this morning.” Mom turned to me and said, “That was me, Dear. I sleep in there now, your Dad has been sleeping so poorly I don’t want to disturb him. But I sure have had some strange dreams since I have been sleeping in there. Boy last night I had a real wild dream.” “Anything you can tell me about Mom?” I jokingly ask. My mind was going wild. Had I fucked my own mother. I looked at her across the room. She was still at the stove with her back to me. Her terry cloth rob was kind of tight around her. I had never noticed Mom has a nice enough figure. Her hips are not too broad for having three kids. What makes the difference is that she has a narrow waist. She is short, maybe five one. I would guess one hundred and twenty. As she moved around my eyes measured her bust to be maybe a thirty-six with a C cup. She really has a nice shape. I know she got a great pussy for I had fucked it twice last night. As I watched and thought about last night I got a inflamed hard on. God all mighty my cock was not only hard it was throbbing. I was looking at my Mother in a whole new light. I had fucked her and I had enjoyed it. My throbbing cock was ready to do it again. I gulped down the eyes and coffee and almost ran up to my room. I had to stop this damn thinking I could not think about this any more it was a mistake and that was that no more. Never, not again. I had to go out and think. I walked to the center of town and found my old buddy Ron at the hardware store. He works for his Dad and he felt he did not want to go to college. I tried to talk him into going but he would not have any of it. We went next door to the drug store and ordered coffee. He told me about a new girl in town he was dating and filled me in on who was screwing my old girl friend. He also knew the guy Becky was living with. He was a banker and yes he was about forty. Nice enough but he sure had a handle on Becky. Ron told me Becky was working at the bank. After I got all caught up on the local gossip I headed for the bank. Becky worked at a loan officer and when she saw me she came running. She got a few minutes off and we went into the brake room. More coffee. I told her I sure missed her and ask her straight out if we would get some time to ourselves while I was home. Becky told me she still wanted to “SEE” me and I understood what that was. So she said, she would come over later tonight and maybe we could get off by ourselves somewhere. She ask me when I got in. I told her about two this morning. Becky looked up at me and started to smile. She saw in m y eyes and knew I had tried to see if she was home. But she knew I did not know she was not at home. So without asking, she was asking. ” Well, what did you do.” I could not talk, I was at a total lose for words. Becky looked at me and a smile started to spread across her face. She was beaming at me from ear to ear. “Oh, my god, David you did go to my room didn’t you? You did not know Mom was sleeping in there.” She leaned across the table between us and said, "just what the fuck happened.” I wanted to lie and not admit I had fucked Mom, but some thing stopped me. For that instant I knew Becky would know if I lied. Besides I also knew Becky would like every detail and she would fine it so exciting she would cum in her panties. But this was not the place nor was this the right time. So I said, very calmly, "Well yes I did go to your old room. But for anything more you will have to meet me later when we can be alone.” She laughed out load, and said, “Oh, shit you fucked Mom. I just know it.” Saved by the bell. As they say. Someone walked into the room and told Becky she was needed so I got out of there with a promise we would see each other later. As I walked back to the house I could not help but think of last night. What would I say to Becky, tell her the truth in ever risqué and obscene detail that would be just what Becky would want to hear. God I was so horny it would be hard to wait till tonight. I wanted to screw Becky so bad. My cock was hard all the way home. When I got home Dad’s car was not there and Burt was still out. I found Mom up stairs making beds. I stood in the door way and watched her as she moved around. She was now dressed in a old pair of cut off jeans and a old sweat shirt with no sleeves on it. It was baggy and the cut off selves hole were so big I could see her was not wearing a bra. I noticed she had pretty nice tits for her age and they were still firm and holding their own. My cock was still hard, you could say it was outstanding. I could have tried to hide it but I did not. I was leaning against the door jam. Mom said, “Well I guess now that I have the bed made you will want to lie down and take a nap.” I laughed and walked over to her, took her in my arms and we fell on the bed together. She laughed and thought I was just having a little fun with her. She twisted in my arms and wiggled till her was facing away from me. she told me to let her go as she still had work to do. I let my arms move from her shoulders to her hips and I pulled her back into me. I hard on rammed right up between the cheeks on her ass. She stopped dead still for a second and I know she felt my cock pressing on her ass. For a second I thought she felt my cock and knew that last night was not a dream after all. She kind of jerked and by doing so she bucked her hips back into my crotch harder. My cock was so hard it was like a ram rod pushing up her ass. She kind of curled u in the feudal position. She did not moved nor did I. After a few second she slipped her hand back between us and felt for my cock. Her hand grasp it and held it for a full minute. She still did not say a word. Mom moved away from me and I did not try to stop her. She stopped in the door. She was crying when she said, “You thought Becky was still here, didn’t you?" She looked at me and ask., “How long have you been doing that to Becky?” There was a lump in my throat as big, as all out doors. I was still flat on my back and my uncooperative cock was still hard and very much insight. I held up my arms in a way as to ask her to return to me. To my amazement she walked back and settled back into the bed next to me. “Mom, I love you and until last night I never in my life had a thought about having sex with you, but now that is all I can think about. It is driving me crazy, I am so sorry but I can not change what happened nor can I change how I feel about it now that I know it was you I fucked.” Her voice was so low I was not sure she even spoke. "David, do you know how long it has been since your father made love to me.” She did not wait for an answer, for of course I did not have one. So she went on. "It has been years, he is impotent and has been for five years. So once I figured it was not a dream I knew it had to have been you and then I knew you thought you were having sex with Becky.” Well there is was all out in the open. I had screwed my mother. Yet I had not really. For this lady that I called my mother of course was not my birth mother. My mother had died a few months after I was born. This is the only mother I had ever known as she married my Dad while I was still a baby. She is the mother of Becky and Burt and this is way I think if Becky as my half sister. So maybe fucking this sexy lady is not too bad after all. I told her this and she agreed we were not blood relatives but in our own minds she was still my mother. I lifted her easily and pulled her over on top of me. I kissed her and there was a warmth in that kiss that was not so motherly after all. In only a few seconds I had her naked and myself. I lifter her up and she knew just what I wanted. She reached between us and guided my cock up into her hot wet cunt. As she slipped down over it she let out a moan that told me she was feeling very happy and excited. She rode my cock and jumped up and down on it. We fucked like a couple of sex starved jailbirds. I could hardly wait till Becky could join us... Home for the Holidays So me and my sister Billie have always been close but this last year she's been super busy. She moved in with her boyfriend, she's pretty much working all the time and when she has time she's spending time with friends and unwinding. We don't talk as much as we used to but we do when we can. Growing up we did everything together, even though she was a few years younger. I felt like it was my responsibility to take her under my wing and teach her all of the things I could about the world. We shared pretty much everything and no topic was off limits. This will become more apparent as I share my story with you. So it was just a regular Friday night and I was sitting at home alone. My mates where busy and I hadn't felt like doing much anyway. I'd broken up with my girlfriend about two months ago and had been spending a lot of alone time re-finding myself. I was just sitting there watching tv when my phone beeped. It was a message from my sister. "Hey bro, how's it going? I haven't seen you for ages." It's not like I was too busy so I thought I'd reply. Better than just sitting here, plus it was nice to hear from her. "Yeah, I'm alright. I've missed you, haven't heard from you in a while. What are you doing messaging me on a Friday night? I thought you'd be out." I didn't have to wait long for a reply. In fact we spent a while texting back and forth. "Aww, I've missed you too. I've been pretty buy with work and everything. You going down to mum's for Easter? Fridays are always a bust for me, Chris works and I'm tired from a long week at work. I just wanted to chill, then I thought of you ." "Thanks for thinking about me," I typed and smiled at the screen. "Yeah I'm going to see mum, not far off now. Well I'm glad it's Friday then :p" "Lol," she replied. "Cool well I'll see you real soon. So how's everything since Kelly?" "I'm alright, just finding myself again. Once a relationship ends you really need to ask yourself why you've acted certain ways. How's things with you and Chris?" "I'm glad to hear you aren't wallowing. Things with me and Chris are same old, it's good. So are there any nice girls you've met?" Something about what she typed about Chris wasn't overly convincing me. "Yeah no wallowing for me. So things are same old... Is that a good thing? Just doesn't sound that exciting to me, ha ha. As for girls, nah. I'm not really looking for anything at the moment anyway. I'm pretty happy right now." "Lol same old is same old. It's not like it's a bad thing it's just good. Sucks there are no nice girls around, what about bad girls? He he." Something you need to know about my sister is that she has a sexual appetite. She loves to talk about sex and has always shared with me every little act she's ever performed. I guess she's always felt safe with me. "Is it just that it's not exciting any more? Ha ha, and no bad girls either unfortunately." "Well... Do you really want to hear this? I mean I know you aren't getting any now. Do you want to talk about this stuff?" By that I already knew it was about sex. "So it's your sex life. Yeah I don't mind. Just because I'm not getting any doesn't mean I can't help you talk it out, ha ha." "Ok, well Chris just isn't all that interested in much sexually. It's not like our sex life is bad it's just that I don't get to try stuff with him that I'd like." I was almost hesitant to ask what she would like to do, but it's not like anything she was going to say would shock me. I knew her pretty well and she wasn't a deviant she just liked to fuck. "What do you want to try?" "I'm kinda embarrassed. Did you really want to me to be talking to you about this?" "You embarrassed???" I said surprised. "It wouldn't be the first time you've talked to me about this stuff. I don't mind." "It's just that we haven't talked for a while and as soon as I start talking to you I'm complaining about my sex life, lol." "Ha ha, don't worry about it. I'm happy to hear from you regardless of what we actually talk about. Plus if I can help I will." I waited a minute before I got a reply. "Did I tell you I've missed you?" She said giving me the warm and fuzzies. "Ha ha, likewise. So go on, spit it out." "Ok so apart from sticking it in me he barely goes near the lower half of my body?" "Um, be more specific." "Well he never goes down on me and..." "That seems shit already but the and... is what?" "And he never touches my butt. And I really want him to. I really want to try anal." "Ok..." I said trying to figure out what to type next. "That's not a bad thing by the way." "Chris seems to think so " "Ah, that's a problem. Ok the only way I've heard guys changing their minds on this kind of stuff is if they are enticed." "What do you mean?" "You've got to make it seem appealing. Maybe watch some porn where the girl gets anal and loves it. Try food and sex, spray yourself with whip cream down there or something. Just take little steps to getting him closer to taking the plunge as it were :p" "Thanks, seriously. I knew I could count on you to listen." "Hey what are brothers for, ha ha. Keep me updated on the progress." "Lol, I will. Well I'm going to go do some porn hunting and surprise him when he gets home." "Lucky boy :p" "Thank you so much Harry, Love you, talk to you soon xoxo." "Have fun xo." And then I didn't hear from her for a week. Again Friday rocked around and I was sitting on the couch enjoying watching the walking dead when my phone beeped with a message from my sister. "Hey, what you doing?" I hit pause and replied straight away. "Nothing much, just watching tv. How's it all going?" "Yeah... I'm ok. Just chilling here too." "So I'm guessing from that response you still haven't got the response you were looking for." "No! Ahhrrrg. He's really not interested." "Did you try the stuff I suggested?" "I tried the food thing and it didn't go down too well. I thought the porno might help too but nothing." "What's wrong with this guy? Most guys I know would be all up in that." "You mean me?" "Well I wasn't just talking about you but yeah you've got in going on, he he." "Lol, well thank you. But I know right? Any guy would love for his girlfriend to want to take it in the butt." "Most yeah, but you get the occasional idiot, ha ha." "Have you got any more tricks up your sleeve I could try?" "I might be able to think of something. But you might have to wait til next week." "That's right I get see you next weekend don't I? Yay :D" "Ha ha, you are so cute. I'm looking forward to it. It'll be nice." "Yeah we have to talk about everything. Oh and I'm bringing Chris. Well I'll not talk to you now s we have more to talk about next week :p See you then Harry xoxo" "Seeya next weekend Billie baby xo" I'd always called her that, ever since we were kids. I hadn't used it in a long time but it was good to use it now. It brought back a closeness that I hadn't felt towards her in a while. It would be interesting meeting her boyfriend. The week flew pretty quickly and on Friday evening I stepped into a house full of memories. Mum greeted me with open arms and I put my bags upstairs in my old room. Honestly it had barely changed. Mum obviously couldn't be bothered doing anything with it. I placed my bags on the floor next to my bed and lay down for a second. I stared at the roof reminiscing for a moment when I heard voices down stairs. I could hear that familiar voice that I hadn't heard for some time. I ran down stairs and was greeted by my little sister and her new man. I hadn't laid eyes on Billie for at least a year. She'd grown so much, in every aspect. She's put on a bit of weight and really filled out. It's what I like to call fat and happy, I mean she was no means fat she'd just grown out of the gawky teenage phase and she'd become a beautifully rounded woman. I looked her up and down like I was seeing a whole new girl. Her red hair was out, shoulder length and fluffy, it was cute. She wore a green tank top that pushed her newly enlarged bust right out and a pair of tightly fitting jeans that hugged her curvy lower half. She smiled at me as soon as I got to the stairs, she bounded over to me and into my arms, planting a big wet kiss on my cheek. She hugged me so tight, pressing her breasts into my chest. "It's so good to see you," she said pulling back a little to look me in the face. "You are looking great I might add." "Pfft please, I've put on so much weight." "And it looks so good on you." "You are too sweet," she said letting go of me. "This is Chris by the way," she said reaching back for his hand. He is pretty much how I expected, tall, dark and handsome. It was her type. "Nice to meet you man," I said reaching out to shake his hand. "Yeah same," he said gripping my hand hard, like he was trying to prove something. We all went into the lounge and sat with mum and chatted about what was going on in our lives and generally caught up. We had dinner and mum suggested we watch a movie as a family. So after dinner we were going back to the lounge when Billie grabbed my arm. "Can I ask you something?" She said linking arms. "Yeah what's up?" I said turning towards her. "Not here upstairs." "Yeah sure." "Mum, we will be back in a sec. I just needed Harry to help me with something." "Ok dear, it'll give me a chance to get to know Chris better," she said smiling at him. He shot a nervous glance in our direction as Billie dragged me up the stairs. She directed me to her old room where she was staying and directed me to sit on the bed. "So what's this about?" I asked thinking I already knew. "Well I was hoping you had some other ideas." I just chuckled a little. "What's so funny?" She asked. "Nothing, it's just funny that you want to ask me about it already. On your mind is it?" I said cocking an eyebrow. She just pushed my shoulder and gave me a stop teasing look. "I was only kidding." "You're the only one I can to help me with this." "Alright, so what have you tried?" She began to relay the failed attempts at trying to temp him with her goodies. It all sounded like this guy was a selfish lover and really just wanted to please himself and then throw her off. "Well? What do you think?" She asked staring at me with hoping eyes. I didn't want to hurt her so I gave her a few more tricks. "You could always wear sexy panties to entice him, maybe even edible ones." "Well I don't have edible but I have these," she said turning around. She pulled down the back of her jeans revealing to me a black and red, lacey g-string. It had frills around the waist band and the central piece dove into her ample ass cheeks with little lace work that clung to her buttocks. "Wow," I said gulping. "That good?" she asked. "Let me put it this way, if I wasn't your brother I'd be all over that." "And I'd let you," she said giggling looking at me over her shoulder. Was she flirting or just playing, I couldn't tell. She peered at me for a few seconds staring at her butt before slowly edging up her jeans. "So that's a good start you've got there. Other thing is you could always go for a sixty nine position and lower yourself on him." "How do you know so much about this stuff?" "It's not like I'm a virgin." "I know that but I don't know, I just didn't think you'd be all that versed in this stuff." "What can I say sis, the few ladies I've been with have gotten the royal treatment. I make sure my girls are well looked after in the pleasure department," I said laughing. "Lucky girls," she said smiling cheekily. Now I knew it wasn't just me, that definitely sounded and looked like a flirt. "So you'll have to let me know how it goes." "I will in the morning," she replied smiling. "Too much information, well I guess I should thank you for the warning though. I'll get the spare pillow ready to put over my head." "I'm sorry that you don't have someone to treat you tonight, if I knew someone I'd push her your way for a wild time," she said smiling. "It's ok, I'll just live vicariously through Chris..." What the hell did I just say? It's like I didn't even think about it, it's just came rolling out. Billie jut burst into laughter. Albeit stunned for a second I then joined her in a belly rumble. "Well if that's the case I better be doubly nice to him tonight." We continued to laugh for a full minute before I suggested we go back down stairs. We joined mum and Chris back in the lounge and settled in for the movie. We were watching this drama thing that mum had picked, it wasn't overly interesting. I looked over to Billy clutching on to Chris's arm tightly and felt happy for her. She seemed happy. She glanced over to me and smiled and I did the same. Throughout the movie I'd look over t them to notice she was already watching me, like she knew when I'd peer over. Her grin would widen; a loving smile that I'd missed. Like I said we were always close in the past and it was like we'd reset the clock tonight. I had a feeling we'd make more of an effort to see one another now. Once the movie had finished we all said our good nights and turned in. Billie hugged me as I went to the stairs. "Thanks for the help," she whispered into my ear and kissing me on the cheek. I smiled at her and continued upstairs to bed. It didn't take long for me to pass out and I didn't hear a thing. I woke the next morning to a musical tune coming softly though my wall, I gather it was a phone because when it stopped it was followed by talking. It was a man's voice so it could only be Chris. It was rather light inside my room, so I gathered it was reasonably late. I'd been laying there for a while relaxing when I heard the voices from next door become raised. I could only make out a few words. "I've gotta go... They need me... Fine then go," I heard Billie finish with. It didn't sound good whatever it was. About a minute later I heard the bedroom door slam and then I heard a soft sob coming from Billie no doubt. I decided to wait a bit longer until I'd heard her crying die down. I then decided to go see if she needed anything. I quietly walked up to her door and tapped lightly. "Billie, are you ok?" "Not really," she blasted. "If there's anything I can get you, let me know." "Can you come in?" She asked softly. I opened the door to see her in the fetal position curled up in the doona. "Did you want to talk about it?" I asked coming closer to the bed. "Can you hold me?" She asked all watery eyed and vulnerable. "Of course," I said moving up the bed. She lifted the doona and wrapped me in it. I placed my arm under her neck and she nuzzled into my shoulder. "Why are guys jerks?" She asked in between snuffles. "Not all guys are jerks. But what did this one do?" "This was supposed to be our first weekend away together in ages but he drops it all because his work 'needs' him. Work is so important to him, it's like I'm not even a close second." "Have you told him how you feel?" "I've tried but he doesn't listen." "If he's not listening to you, how much can he really care about you? You deserve someone who is interested in being your partner not just in it for what they want." She sighed heavily before replying. "I know, I thought he was. I just don't know anymore." "Maybe you just need the weekend to think about it. Get some time apart and time to clear your head. Some family time is what you need." "You're probably right," she said squeezing me and kissing me on the jaw. "I'm glad you're here." "Me too," I said squeezing her back. We lay there cuddling for a while, until she suggested we get up. "We should go down stairs and get some brecky," she said. "Yeah I could eat." "Actually I think I'll have a shower first," She said hopping out of the covers; she was wearing a long black t-shirt that sat at thigh height. "I'll meet you down there," she continued grabbing a hair tie from the dresser to put her hair back. She lifted her arms up, held her hair in one hand and slipped the tie over it. When she lifted her arms it lifted the shirt and suddenly she was flashing me with her naked ass. I glanced down quickly towards the floor and noticed the panties she'd had on yesterday crumpled up near the side table. "Well come on, up you get lazy bum," she said turning back to me before walking out the door. I waited until she left before getting out of bed. I didn't want her to see I was sporting an erection. I was a bit ashamed really. I'd gotten it from staring at her ass, my own sister's ass. What kind of a sick pervert was I? I mean it wasn't the first time she'd given me an erection. When we were younger we did the whole experimental stuff, doctors and nurses and all that. But I was a grown up now and it was wrong to have such thoughts. I tried to push them from my mind and waited for my erection to subside before I headed down for breakfast. I'd just poured a bowl of cereal when Billie came into the kitchen, wearing a pair of short shorts and tight white t-shirt. It was easy to see she hadn't put on a bra. I tried to avert my eyes as she walked over to the cupboard. "That was quick," I said picking up my spoon. "I just needed a quick spray," she replied pulling out the cereal. I proceeded to eat and she joined me sitting exactly opposite me. I looked forward again taking in a mouth of cereal before my eyes fell on her heavy chest. Her nipples clear to see and poking out. She looked up from her cereal and I darted my eyes away hoping she hadn't noticed. We ate silently a moment before mum came into the kitchen. "What was all the commotion I heard this morning?" She said moving over to the coffee machine. "That was me and Chris," Billie said sombre after finishing a mouth full. "And where is Chris?" Mum asked reaching for a mug. "He had to go," Billie said abruptly. "Oh, that was a short visit, is everything ok?" "Yeah, just fine," Billie replied almost monotone. Mum probably knew something was wrong but decided not to press the conversation. "Either of you have plans today?" She asked pouring herself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. I grunted a no with my mouth full. "Hadn't really thought about it," Billie said shoving another spoon full of corn flakes in. "Well today is your day, tomorrow you are both mine, so you should go have some fun. I'll give you some money and you can take your sister out somewhere." "I've got money mum," I said putting down my spoon. "Just take the money and shoosh," Billie said poking her tongue out at me. "It's settled just come see me when you are ready to go," mum said leaving the kitchen. I finished my bowl and washed it in the sink. Billie pressed up against my back and threw in her bowl around me. "Please," she said leaning on my shoulder and fluttering her eye lashes at me. "Ok, but you best go get ready. I'll be up to shower in a minute." "Alright," she said slapping me on the butt before running from the kitchen. She knew she'd have to run quick because I was fast. We used to slap each other on the butt and chase one another around the house when we were younger. I turned as if I was going to chase and she turned smiling cheekily as she bolted out into the hall. I finished the dishes and headed up to have a shower and change. As soon as I was out of the bathroom Billie jumped in to do her make-up. I waited a good twenty minutes before she resurfaced. Her clothes were the same, she'd now put on a bra. Her make-up was tastefully done, not a slap bang whorish look that I was used to seeing on girls these days. I knew Billie had more class than that though. "So where are we going?" She asked after picking up her handbag. "Just out for lunch or something," I said matter of factly. Home for the Holidays "There's gotta be something else we can do while we are out." "I guess we'll just see," I said heading out to the car. Once in the car I turned the stereo and the first song that came on was pogo stick by System of a down. I couldn't help but laugh. "I think the radio is trying to sway our conversation," Billie said sniggering. "Well you did say you would tell me first thing," I said jokingly. "But with everything that's happened this morning no need to get into it if you don't want." "No it's fine as you probably already guessed though, it was a non event," she said frowning. "I mean how hard it is to get a guy to fuck me in the ass?" I burst into laughter at her statement. "Nice way of putting it," I said still cracking up. She then joined me in laughter at the ridicules circumstance. "He's at a loss. I mean you are offering up this prime opportunity and he's turning it down. Dumb if you ask me." "You wouldn't turn it down if I offered it to you would you?" She said seductively. I couldn't help but shift in my chair a little. I thought I best not brush her off. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. "As if I would, I'd be lucky for the chance," I said smiling. "Gah, why can't other guys be more like you?" She said which made my head swell immensely. "Well if there were more guys like me, you wouldn't need me." "Nah, there's no replacing you," she said touching my arm. The words alone warmed my heart. "Nor you Billie baby," I said stroking her face to which she gripped onto my hand and kissed it. We drove down to the local shopping centre and proceeded to browse around. It had been built up since we'd last been here which would have been years ago. It was pretty a stock standard shopping centre with all the staples but it also had a few boutique type shops one in particular took Billie's eye. "Can we go in here?" She said pointing to a place called Linda's Lacies. "You want me to come too?" I said touching myself on the chest. "Yeah you might see something you like," she said giggling and tugging on my arm. So I followed her in and perused their wares. They had all manner of sexy undergarments, from garter belts to latex bodices. I had to admit I didn't mind being in here. Billie was having a ball running around, eye-balling the whole shop. "Do you think this would suit me?" She said putting up to her chest a see-through, black, lacey teddy with a v-line that went all the way down to her crutch. "Ahh... Ahhh... Ummm, I... yeah... ummm," I stuttered. She was enjoying seeing me squirm. "That's good enough for me," she said racing off to the booth with a thick red curtain. "Just wait out here a sec," she said pointing to the chair outside the booth. I sat in front of a mirror, looking back at myself wondering what the hell I was doing in here. "Hmmm," I heard her say from the booth. "What's that?" I asked. "Is it good?" "I can't tell, I mean it looks pretty good but I don't know if I can pull it off. How about you give me your opinion," she said pulling back the curtain. There she was parading in front of me in nothing more that this sheer open front teddy. I could pretty much see every inch of her body. I looked up and down her smooth, pale, skinned curves and my mouth dropped. "So what do you think?" She said putting her hands on her hips and swirling around. The back was also open, two straps ran down either side of her spine and attached just above her butt. "Holy shit," is all I could muster. "Is that good?" she asked turning back to me. "Uh, yeah. That is fucking hot," I said somewhat too eagerly. She giggled at my response. "You really think it doesn't make me look fat?" She said poking herself in her podgy belly. "I think it makes you look sexy as," I said trying really hard to not stare at her hard nipples. "I have to bring you shopping with me more often," she said squeezing my cheek. She turned around again and headed back into the booth, my eyes were fixed on her swaying butt the whole time. When she pulled back the curtain I slapped myself in the face repeatedly. What am I doing? I know I'm single but seriously. My thoughts then starting trying to justify it. She's a beautiful woman, you can't help but look, it's ok you're not sick anyone would look at her, she is hot. Billie returned from the booth braking me from my thoughts, fully clothed again thankfully. We went up to the counter and zipped it through. The lady then said, "that'll be $99.95 please." "I've got it," I said pulling out my wallet. "Wait what?" Billie said trying to push down my hand. "Hey mum gave me $100 bucks to spend on you so I'm going to damn well spend it ok," I said pulling out the money and placing it in the clerks hand. "You're lucky to have such a good boyfriend there," the lady behind the counter said putting the cash in the till. Billie just laughed before replying. "He's not my boyfriend, he's my brother." "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," she said trying to apologise. "It's ok," Billie replied, linking arms with me and hugging me tight. "I am lucky anyway." We walked around the shops until we'd seen it all and stuffed ourselves with food and munchies before we decided to leave. We'd spent the whole day there and being autumn it was already starting to get dark. "That was a fun day," she said getting out of the car. "Yeah it was real nice," I said opening the front door for her. "Thank you, a true gentlemen," she said walking upstairs with her little bag of goodies. Again I found myself staring at her swaying hips as I walked behind her. "I'll see you down stairs in a bit," I said opening the door to my room. "Wear you out did I?" She said with a chuckle. "Something like that," I replied smiling back. "See you in a bit then grandpa," she said slipping into her room. I closed the door behind me and crashed down on the bed face first. I lay there for a while in my not so comfortable position before rolling over. I'd had a good day, a confusing day but a good one. I'd gone to hide in my room to try to get my mind off things, naughty things specifically. There was an easy remedy, I'd just get it out of my system. I flipped open my laptop and grabbed my head phones just in case and hit the net. I went to one of my favourite sites and started looking for some gorgeous ladies being pounded. As my mind was on booty all day, I was in a bit of an anal mood. I was scanning for the right one and then I spotted her, she was a red head funnily enough, thick in all the right places, freckles all over and a killer smile. I knew this was my girl tonight. I watched all of the intro where she says a little about who she is and what she likes. She was ditsy but cute and I couldn't wait to see what she had on underneath the tight clothes she was wearing. Fixed on the screen I undid my belt in anticipation. She slowly pulled down her skirt around her perfect ass, bending and giggling as she did. "Is this what you wanted?" she said to the camera. I nodded in agreement. Soon enough all of her clothes were on the floor and was showing off her stretching skills. My hand slipped underneath the waist band of my jocks and pulled them down. She then got down on all fours and starting crawling across the floor. She crawled seductively and with purpose because just off screen a guy sat watching. She crawled up to his lap and began undoing his pants. Within seconds she'd put her hands in his underwear and released his hard monster. Would've been about nine inches and she was going to take it all. She began to lick and tease him but it didn't last, she had the taste for cock and was soon engulfing it almost to the hilt. She gripped onto his cock with her right hand and pumped it masterfully. This was my queue. I gripped around my own hard member and very slowly watched the scene unfold. She was sucking him for a good five minutes before he asked her want she wanted. "I want your cock inside me," she said biting her lip. "Not yet," he replied picking her up and plonking her on the couch. He spread her legs and descended on her pussy. My eyes darted up from my screen as from the corner of my eye I saw movement; I couldn't hear anything outside of the headphones, probably not the smartest move now I thought. Standing at my door was Billie staring in at me with my hand on my cock. I was like a dear in headlights, stunned at her standing there. Her eyes were fixed on my hard dick. "Oh shit, I am... so sorry," she said as I put my dick away, threw me headphones off and closed the laptop all frantically I might add. "What did you want?" I blurted out throwing the blanket over myself. "I just wanted to see if you wanted anything from downstairs..." she said trailing off. "No I think I'm fine," I said embarrassed as all hell. She just giggled a bit which made me laugh at how funny we were both acting. "What were you watching?" She then quizzed me curiously. "Are we really doing this?" I said, still embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed we all do it," she said trying to comfort me as she came over to the bed. "Yeah but... We don't all have to see it." "Pfft, it doesn't bother me. I'm just sorry I startled you and you didn't get to finish," she replied with a snigger. I slapped myself in the head uncontrollably laughing. "Well...?" She said looking at me with those big green eyes. "Well what?" I said wondering what the next line would be. "What were you watching?" "Oh," I said realizing that we were having that chat. "Just a hot chick of course." "What was she doing?" "You know..." I said looking for the words. "The usual stuff." "Can I see?" She asked almost innocently. "You really want to?" I asked confused. "Well you know everything about my sex life lately so I just thought it might be fun to know a little about yours," she said with a giggle. "Um ok," I said hesitantly opening my laptop. For some reason I couldn't say no to her. She was just being inquisitive after all. The screen turned on and the image was paused on the girl lying on the couch with her legs spread with the guy buried face deep in her pussy. "Wow," Billie said studying the screen. "She is fucking hot," she said taking me back a little. I'd never heard her say that about another girl before. "Yeah she is pretty fuckable," I said in agreement. "Looks like a hot clip," she said turning to me. "Well from what I've seen it's pretty damn good." "Can I watch a bit?" She asked smiling at me. "Seriously?" I asked mildly uncomfortably. "Yeah, if you are ok with it?" "Yeah, I guess," I said reaching across to mouse. I hit play and we both sat there watching as she was wiggling from being eaten out. The only sound we could hear, soft moans coming from the headphones. "Take the headphones out, I want to hear her," she said as if commanding me. I did as she said, I turned the sound down a little and pulled out the headphones. The soft moaning was now far more audible as was the lapping of his tongue. We sat in silence for a few moments both staring at the scene unfolding before us. The guy on the screen pulled back from her pussy, rolled her over onto the couch and lined himself up to enter her. Regardless of the strange situation I was now hard again. I shifted a little under the covers and Billie looked at me. "Is that exciting you?" She asked cheekily. "Yeah a bit hard to help really," I said turning to her. "I know what you mean, I'm starting to get a bit twirly too," she replied, sending a spark of sexual energy through me. There was something really arousing about the fact that she was feeling exactly what I was feeling. I could see her watching intently and it just felt like we were sharing another thing together. Something about it felt normal, probably because we trusted each other with every little secret. I turned back to the laptop to watch as guy began to thrust in and out of her, making her beg for him to fuck her harder. I so badly wanted to pull on my cock but having to restrain had some appeal as well. As I turned back to the screen the guy said. "How do you want it baby?" "You know where I want it," she cooed. "Tell me where you want it," He commanded. "In my ass," she said. "Want do you want?" "I want you to fuck me in the ass," she begged. The guy pulled out and pressed open her lovely cheeks, diving his tongue in to lube her up for what came next. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Billie's reactions as I was curious to see her how she'd react. She licked her lips and occasionally bit at them softly, she turned to me all of a sudden eyes intense with desire. "Looks good doesn't it?" I only nodded in agreement. "Makes me want it. Makes me want to get off..." She said waiting for my response. I said nothing just made an agreeing sound. "Would you mind if I did?" She said sweetly, sending my head into a spin. "Uh... Are you serious?" I said mind literally blown. "This is just so hot." "And you don't mind that I'm here?" I asked confused. "I trust you," she said smiling. "I trust you too, I just..." "If it's too weird..." she got half way through before I stopped her. "No it's fine, It'll be another thing we share together," I said still swimming with the thought. "Our little secret," she said so naughtily, sending another pulse through my body. "Feel free to play yourself too," she continued smiling cheekily. Was she playing with me? Was it a test? Or was she just this free about her sexuality? Before I could really think about it she was slipping her shorts down and sticking her fingers into her white cotton panties. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she wiggled her hand around. Fuck it was hot, even hotter than the girl in the clip. I know on some level I chose that girl because they had similarities. I was crushing on my sister and she was now finger fucking herself right in front of me. I now no longer couldn't care what was on the screen, I just wanted to watch Billie. I tried not to make it too obvious about how I was watching her, my eyes peering back and forth from her to the clip. I now began to smell the sweet scent of her of juicy mound and it drove me nuts. I put my hand under the covers, slipped my pants down and started to stroke my hard pulsing cock. The guy in the clip flipped the girl over so she was again sitting facing him on the couch. He positioned himself in between her legs and guided himself slowly into her ass. She gasped and squealed as the tip pushed into her puckered hole. "Ugh," Billie moaned pleasurably, watching the couple. She then turned to me, and I quickly looked back to the laptop. "I've never watched a guy get off before you know?" "Really?" I said turning back to her. "Can I see?" She said slowly pulling back the doona. I let her and soon she was staring at me pull at my cock underneath my jocks. "You know I've never seen a girl do it before either," I said honestly looking into her eyes. "Well let's remedy that then," she said sliding down her panties and swivelling her body towards me. Her pussy looked magnificent, waxed, smooth, pink and wet. "Is that better?" she asked rubbing her clit. "Better, than anything the computer has to offer," I said reaching across to it and putting it on pause. "Now you," she said reaching towards me, tugging on the top on my underpants. Her fingers dipped under the lining of my jocks, just touching my bare skin. I pulled my hand out and helped her to pull them off. My dick was now in the open air, pre-cum glazing the tip of it. "Nice cock you've got big brother," she said with a giggle. My god she was being taboo, it made me so filled with lust. "I've never heard it quite like that before," I returned smiling. "But while we are on the subject," I said raising my eyebrows and looking at her crutch. "Oh this old thing," she said spreading her lips apart with a giggle. I could see every pink part in all its glory, glistening with her excitement. "You like it?" "I don't even have words to express how much," I said gulping. She bit her lip and moaned as she ran her finger up and down her wet slit. I just stared at her pleasuring herself, my dick pulsing with excitement. "Your turn," she said looking down at my erection. I hesitantly gripped it in my hand and slowly pumped my hand up and down. "Yeah, just like that," she said coaxing me on. "This is so hot to watch." "Likewise," I said looking into her eyes. We sat in front of one another playing with ourselves. I knew I was trying to prolong the moment by not getting myself off and it seemed like Billie was doing the same. "I am so fucking turned on right now," she said plunging two of her fingers inside herself. "I know what you mean," I replied gripping tighter on my cock. "Do you want to get off?" She asked knowing I was on the verge. "Yeah, but I don't want to stop," I said laughing. "Mmmm, me too," she said licking her lips again. "But if I don't I know I'll want more." "More? What do you mean?" I asked not sure of what she meant. "Like that cock of yours in my mouth," she said smiling cheekily. "You dirty girl," I said, really wanting that right now. "But seriously don't tease, I can't take anymore. Being single has made me super horny." "Awww, poor baby," she said teasingly. "But I wasn't teasing," she said moving to be on all fours next to me. Her hand reached out to move mine off my cock. I lay there stunned as she moved closer towards my erection, her fingers wrapping around it and squeezing lightly. "Oh fuck," I said as she inched them up and down. "Is that good brother?" She said seductively. "So good," I replied not believing what was happening. "Not as god as this will be," she said leaning in closer, her lips kissing the end of my penis making it twitch uncontrollably. She lapped at the tip with her tongue coating it with her saliva. Oh god I thought. She is really doing this? Have we crossed the line? How will I look at her the same way again? My thoughts became hazy as took my member into her soft, wet mouth. I could only focus on how amazing it felt as she slurped down on my hard cock. "Ahhh, Uhhhh," I let past my lips. I couldn't hold in how god it felt. She looked up at me with lustful eyes, smiled as she wrapped her hand round my shaft and plunged her moist mouth back all the way down to my balls. "Oh Billie," I moaned. "Don't stop." Her other hand slipped down between her own legs and played with her clit as she masterfully worked my knob. She slurped and moaned devouring every inch sending me into another level of bliss. I was so close to orgasm, I felt like I should stop her. "I'll cum if you keep going?" I manage to say in between moans. She pulled back off me only for a moments reprieve. "That's the point," she said before returning at an even more fervent state. Try as I might I couldn't hold back and soon an orgasm rolled over me light a thunder storm. I moaned a guttural sound from my most depraved depths before spraying my seed hard into the back of her mouth. She continued to suck not letting me free of the intense ecstasy until I almost pushed her off. "No more," I said squirming. "I can't handle anymore." She pulled her lips off my cock and knelt up. Swallowing down my cum she licked her lips insatiably like she wanted more. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "You taste so good." I was still filled with sexual energy. Our encounter hadn't drained me and I wanted more. Plus I thought it would be rude not to repay the amazing favour she just bestowed on me. I leant up to face her, her hand still between her legs. I grabbed her legs and pulled them from underneath her, pushing her against the bed I dove in between her creamy legs. I put my mouth directly on her clit and began to slurp on her hard nub. She let out a high pitched squeal followed by constant moans as I supped on her succulent mound. My tongue flicked all around her love button driving her crazy with lust. Home for the Holidays "Oh god, just like that," she squeaked. It wasn't long before her juices were leaking into my mouth and she begged for mercy. "I'm coming," she repeated again and again, more heightened and faster than the one before it until she screamed a deep moan of bliss. I sucked hard on her clit until she wiggled from my grasp. She lay panting, sprawled out on my bed, coming down from our intense session. "Holy fuck," she whispered. I lay back on the bed beside her and smiled contently at the event that had just unfolded. Still in two minds about it all but happy none the less from experiencing something so amazing. She turned to face me before speaking. "We just did that didn't we?" She asked as if in disbelief. "Ummmm, yeah. I'm pretty sure we just did," I said no wondering where this conversation was going. "Shit," she said placing her right hand on her forehead. "Was it really that bad?" I said, not even really thinking about the words. "That?" She said pointing down to her crutch. "Oh no that was fucking amazing," she said smiling. "This," she said pointing at herself and then me. "This... is, ummmm... well... confusing," she said laughing nervously. I joined her in the nervousness. "Yeah... I ummm... get what you mean. I mean..." I started. "I mean, that was... wow," I said making her smile. "But... I hadn't planned for that." "Not my plan either." "So...?" I said waiting for a reply. "So... now what you mean yeah?" "Ah, yeah." "Well it's not like we are going to stop being brother and sister," she said laughing. "Well no I get that. But, do we not talk about it. I mean are we cool?" "I think we are better than cool... Which is kinda the problem." "I don't have a problem with it," I said reassuring her. "I mean we didn't plan for it. It happened probably for a number of reasons. One being Chris pissed you off so mu..." "That's not one of the reasons," she said speaking over me. "Well I was going to say more..." I stopped interrupted again. "I didn't do it because of Chris." "Ok. I guess what I was trying to say is that it was unplanned, yes it was amazing but I know it can't happen again." "Yeah..." She said softly. "I'll never forget it. I mean holy shit Billie where did you learn how to do that so good?" She giggled before replying. "Practice I guess." "Well Chris is a lucky son of a bitch is all I'm saying." "I've been thinking about him today," she said somewhat melancholy. "And I don't think I want to be with him anymore." "Oh ok that's huge, are you ok with that?" "I will be." "Come here," I said putting my arm under her neck. I pulled her close and we began to cuddle. We crawled under the blankets and lay still in each other's arms for a while. It was like having a girlfriend again for the briefest moment. It didn't matter that she was my sister, especially how close we'd been in the last hour. It was getting dark in the room and I'd almost drifted off when I heard a voice from down stairs. "Billie, Harry are you up there?" Oh shit! I knew that was mums voice. "Fuck," Billie whispered before slipping out of the bed and grabbing her skirt. "Yeah," she called out slipping back into it and turning the light on. "Quick spray something, it smells like sex in here," she said fixing her hair. I reached for my body spray on the nightstand before grabbing my pants. I could hear mums foot steps up the stairs just as Billie slipped out the door. "What's up," I heard Billie say muffled through the door. "I was just checking to see if you two were interested in dinner?" "I'm starving," she replied. "I bet Harry is too." "Yeah I am," I called out adjusting myself. "Ok well I'll see you both downstairs in forty five minutes," she said heading back down the stairs. A few moments later Billie came back into the room a lent on the door. Her eyes fixed on me unblinking. "Shit, that was close," she said obviously freaked out by mum coming up stairs. "Yeah," I said now breathing easily. "We can't let mum find out. I have a feeling she wouldn't understand." "I think that's for the best," I said sitting back down on the bed. "In fact we probably shouldn't tell anyone," she said before joining me. "It'll be out little secret," I said smiling. She put her hand on top of mine reassuringly. "That sounds good," she leant in and kissed me on the cheek before standing up and heading for the door. "I'll see you down there she," she said slipping from my room and then I was left with my thoughts again. Not in my deepest, most twisted fantasies did I think anything like that could ever happen. I mean it's not like she wasn't cute, because she was. It was just that you didn't tend to want to do those kind of things to your own sister. I grabbed my mp3 player and threw on my headphones to drown out my thoughts for a while. I lay on my bed rocking out as much as I could, pretending like everything was normal. Before long Billie slipped her head in my room. "Dinners ready," she said before slipping back out. I placed down my head phones, ran my fingers through my hair and made my way downstairs. I sat opposite Billie and as soon as I sat she gave me a funny smile. I tried hard to stay straight faced but unable to hide my smirk. "Have a good day?" Mum asked whilst putting the plates on the table. "Was an awesome day," Billie replied looking over to me. "Wasn't it?" She said unblinking. "Ummm, yeah," I said a little lost for words. "It's so good having you two home." "It's good to be home," Billie said sticking her for into a carrot chunk. Mum turned around to get her plate and Billie brought it up to her mouth licking the end of it before slicking into her mouth. I watched in nervous intention, unable to look away. I tried hard not to watch her eat. Everything she did was seductive even if she wasn't meaning it. As I munched away I felt a foot touch my leg under the table. I looked over to her and she was smiling cheekily. I raised my eyes to try to let her know she was freaking me out. I mean mum was no more than two feet away from us. Her foot got higher and rubbed against my thigh. I knee'd the table and she couldn't help but giggle. "Are you still as fidgety as you were when you were little?" Mum asked. "No, I just had a muscle twitch," I said peering over to Billie who was now holding back cracking up. I ate my food as quick as could and left the table. "Want to watch another movie tonight?" Mum said. "Yeah sure," I said placing my dishes in the sink. "Your choice tonight," she said. "Nah, Billie can choose," I said looking over to her. "Aw, thanks," she said picking up her plate and coming over to me. She placed it in the sink and linked arms with me and placed her head on my shoulder. "It's so nice to see you both still get along so well," mum said clearing the rest of the table. Billie dragged me out of the kitchen into the lounge. "I'll be out in a minute," mum said as we left. "What are you in the mood for?" I ask Billie, still attached to my arm. "A hard cock inside me," she whispered naughtily in my ear. I almost choked on air. "I... I meant for a movie, you naughty minx." "Oh a movie," she said cheekily. "Probably something with big men kicking the shit out of one other. I like strong men." "Are you still horny?" I said with slurred voice. "Oh god yes, that was so amazing before, left me wanting more." "Really? It was that good?" I asked in disbelief. She didn't answer she just gave a satisfied grunt. I smiled like a chesire cat knowing that I'd done such a number on her. "You know it was like the best I've had right?" "Mmmm, me too." "It was so good it's confusing," I said looking in her eyes. "Why is it confusing?" She said looking up at me with her doe eyes. "Cos I want to do it again," I said laughing. "Oh fuck, I know right," she replied biting her lip. "You looking like that isn't helping either." "What did I do?" She said teasingly, continuing to look adorable and sexy at the same time. "You know what you are doing, you're making it really hard for me." "Mmmm, I liked it when you were hard," she said caressing my leg. "Right now I want you but we have to play it cool, let's just get through tonight with mum and sleep on it all. Things might be different in the morning." "Yeah you're probably right," she said smiling. "See this is why I always come to you with everything." "I hope you don't stop coming to me after tonight." "Never," she said kissing me on the cheek. We cuddled up on the couch next to one another in a blanket and settled in to watch the movie. Billie had picked out some new action flick she wanted to see. I didn't really pay much attention to it, I mostly focused on the warmth my little sister gave me wrapped around my arm for the whole film. When it was done we headed up stairs to bed. She gave me a hug and we parted ways until the morning. I stripped off, crawled into bed and face planted the pillow. I was awoken in the morning by a surprise pouncing on my bed. I opened my eyes to Billie sitting between my legs wearing her nightie and a pair of cute white bunny ears. "Happy Easter Harry," she said with a wiggle. I couldn't help but giggle. "Are you the Easter Bunny?" I said wiping my eyes. "Yup, I bring Easter gifts." "Aren't I lucky, what do I get for Easter," I said sitting up a bit. "Well," she said shimmying up the bed. "Cuddles first," she said whipping back the covers and hopping in beside me. "Woah," I said when she latched onto me. She threw her arms around my waist and wrapped her naked thighs around my right leg. "Um...," I said looking for the right words. "You know I'm naked right?" he moved her right hand around my stomach and down to my pelvis making me flinch ever so slightly. Her fingers danced in my pubes for a second and brushed against my morning wood before darting back up to my stomach. "So you are," she said brazenly. "I'll make sure I'm careful." "You are so naughty," I replied wrapping my arm around her, placing it on her hip and squeezing her tightly. "I could be naughtier," she said continuing her seductive ways. "So sleep well?" I asked semi changing the subject. "Mmmm, so well. I stretched out all the way across the bed and slept like a log." "That's great, how you feeling this morning?" "So nice, especially now. You are so warm," she said wriggling a little. "We can't stay here forever though, mum will be expecting us up soon." "No fair," she said pouting a little. "I could totally stay here all day." "We'd have to put clothes on if we were to do that, otherwise it could get dangerous," I said slipping my fingers under her nightie, tickling her side. "Nah, this is so much better than wearing clothes," she sighed softly running her fingers in circles around my stomach. We lay there with our fingers caressing one another's naked skin for the longest time. It drove me crazy, I couldn't help but think about how much I wanted to slip them down into her panties. Run my fingers down her wet slit and plunge them deep inside her. It was fucking with my head so much how attracted I'd suddenly become to her. It's not like she wasn't attractive because I always thought she was but she was my sister so I didn't think much of it. Right now though, she was a super fine hotty lying in my bed close to half naked and straddled around me. As the thoughts swelled in my head I felt her fingers slip a little further down to nestle in the top of my pubes. Her finger tips scratched lightly at my hairs. My cock only inches away pulsed with excitement. "Oh god," I whispered through bitten lip. "Is that nice?" she asked tilting her head up to me. "All of this is," I said running my fingers up her ribs. "But..." "But...?" She asked still looking at me with her baby greens. "I'm just worried." "About?" she said as if leading me. "To tell you the truth, mum." "Oh, so you're not worried about this?" She said pressing her fingers against my skin. "Not really, I mean I know we are adults and we know what we are doing. Sure it's a weird situation but I know it's not going to wreck anything between us. And I can't believe I'm saying this but this just isn't the place for it." She giggled at the words coming out o my mouth. "So you want to do this and you are ok with it, just not here?" "Is that silly?" I asked looking awkward. "Not at all, it's the best thing you could say," she said leaning up smooching me on the lips. "Ok, I'm glad that's sorted... I think," I said slightly confused. She slipped out of my bed and headed for the door giving me an eyeful of her pink little thong wedged in between her perfect ass cheeks. "Come down stairs if you want one of your Easter presents," she said bouncing out the door probably the same way she bounced in. Again I was confused for about the tenth time this weekend. What did I say? Whatever it was it was the right thing to say. I wasn't going to over think it and instead I headed for the shower. I got washed up and clothed, grabbed my bag of goodies from my room, then headed down stairs. Mum and Billie were in the lounge waiting for me with bags of their own. We passed each other chocolate yums and relaxed for a while before getting a light breakfast. Lunch would consist of a roast of sorts and we needed all the room in our stomachs for it. We all spent the day together, eating, chatting and relaxing. It was fun spending time together as a family It'd been so long since we'd had a day like this. But soon it had come to an end. I was upstairs packing up my clothes when Billie knocked on the door. "Come in," I said throwing my bag up on the bed. She came into the room and threw her gear on my bed. "Thanks for offering to take me back." "Hey no sweat, I wasn't going to make you catch public transport back." She stood there scratching her foot on the floor and looking down before she spoke softly. "I um... I really don't feel up to going home, is it ok if I stay at yours? I'll make my way home tomorrow." "Yeah no problem, you can stay as long as you like." "Thank you so much bro, I'll find a way to repay you," she replied smiling. "No need, it's what good brothers do," I said picking up my bag. We said our goodbyes to mum and jumped in the car. It wasn't a long trip either and soon we were back at mine. "I can't thank you enough for letting me stay" she said as we lugged our bags up the stairs of my apartment. "You can even take my room if you like. I'll crash on the couch." "No you can't give up your bed, I won't allow it," she said dropping her bags on the floor of the lounge room. Without hesitation I picked her bag off the floor and put it in my room. "I insist," I said throwing them next to the bed. "Alright," she said smiling. "But I'm now going to give you your second Easter present. Just let me get it for you," she said ushering me out of my own bedroom. "Ok, that seems fair. I hope it's good," I yelled after she closed the door. "I know you win," she replied. I sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. She was gone a little while and it made me wonder what she could have got me. It'd been a good ten minutes, before I heard her again. "You should turn the tv off," she shouted. "Ummm, ok," I said now even more baffled. I switched it off with the remote and turned to face the door. The door creaked open and there she was leaning against the frame. Her hair was out and curled around her face, she had make up on and was wearing the lingerie she purchased the other day. She looked sensational. "So what do you think, as good as it looked the other day?" She said seductively. "Better," I said standing and walking over to her. She reached out and put a hand on my chest and slid it down to the bottom of my t-shirt. "You won't be needing this," she said pulling it upwards. I helped her take off my shirt and she then took my hand and dragged me over to the bed and pushed me down. "I like this side of you, you're a little more aggressive than I'm used to." "I just know how to get what I want," she said with a giggle. She crawled onto me and pressed her body against mine. Our lips were inches away from touching, I could taste her breath and I couldn't hold back. I threw my arms around her back and run my hands all the way down. Arching my back and lifting my head I closed the gap between us, our lips entwining in forbidden bliss, our tongues lashing one another passionately. My hands caressed her behind slipping my fingers under either side of her panties. Softly she moaned, pressing her pelvis down into mine, the friction made us hotter and more ferocious. I pulled the straps on the back of the teddy forward, pealing it off her chest exposing her breasts. I took one of her lush orbs in my hand and began to squeeze it, I broke off our kiss and lowered my head down to suckle it. "Oh god yes," she said as I sucked and circled my tongue around nipple. I then rolled her off me and planted her back against the bed. Slowly I rolled the teddy down, kissing every inch of her body in the process until I'd removed the whole outfit. I leant back to take her all in just for one moment. "You are magnificent," I said lifting up her right leg and kissing the end of her foot. "I'm not all that," she said as if shying away. "I've always thought you were, I just never imagined I'd ever get you." "Well I'm all yours," she smiled glowing. "Wrong," I said plainly. "I'm all yours," I said continuing to kiss up her leg. She began to wiggle as I crept further up past her knee and almost whimpered when I kissed the highest point of her milky thigh. I kissed all around her mound, already tasting how turned on she was. I pulled her down the bed and held her legs up and apart. I lifted her butt slightly off the bed and lowered myself closer to her sweet spot. I stuck out my tongue and ran a line all the way from her puckered hole to her clit and back again. I lashed at her ass with my tongue, probing as deep as I could. She ooed every time I delved, loving every second of it. I moved back up to her clit and sucked on the nub as I pressed a finger against her back opening. The tip of my finger pushed inside of her whilst I sluped on her button sending her into a moaning frenzy. I pushed deeper inside her until my whole finger was thrusting in and out all the way to the knuckle. "That feels so good," she said crying and whimpering in ecstasy. "I've got something that feels better," I said pulling down my pants. My enormous erection stood at full attention, never harder in all of my years. I spat into my hand and rubbed it on the end until it was thick with shine. I edged forwards and placed it against her slippery ass hole. She proceeded to lift her legs higher and I placed my arms on either side of her for support. She wiggled her butt against the tip of my raging hard on. It felt amazing, mind blowing even. I couldn't wait another second I had to be inside of her. "Don't worry Billie," I said calmly, "I won't hurt you, I promise I'll take it real slow." I pushed with very gentle pressure from my hips, ever so slightly inching my crotch onward. Her sweet dark hole parted for me, taking in the very tip of my glistening rod. "Mmmmm," she cooed. "More," she continued biting her lip. Again I slowly advanced, this time thrusting the whole head in. I pulled in and out a few times loosening the grip around my cock. The feeling was sensational. Her ass was so tight and I could tell she loved having me in it. "Oh Harry," she said as I pushed in deeper again. "This is so good." Her words only wanted me to drive deeper inside of her. I began a faster pumping method diving deeper and deeper inside her with each poke. Soon I was pushing all the way inside up to the hilt, my balls contacting with her bare flesh. She cried out constantly in pleasure taking every inch of my love for her. Home for the Holidays "Fuck me," she howled throwing her arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into her. Soon I was hammering away, pounding her like a pro. I'm surprised it had been so easy to be so deep inside her but I gathered it was because of how much she wanted it in combination of how relaxed she was. I could feel her sweet nectar dribbling from her pussy, down onto my crotch. She was so turned on and it drove me crazy. I'd never felt passion or desire like I had now balls deep inside my sisters ass. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. "I'm close," I said fighting back my orgasms. "Oh don't stop, I'm cumming," she gasped. I could feel her snugness clench down on my cock pulsing in sexual delight. She bucked as I continued to lunge with all of my girth, sending her into orgasms of carnal fierceness. I couldn't stop now, the pressure built up and up. I gritted my teeth and clenched trying to hold it back as long as I could but to no avail. The pleasure was too much and she was too sumptuous for me to have control. I dove inside one last time, grunting in pleasure before spraying my load of hot love deep inside her. She pulled me closer her kissing me again intensely. We both huffed and tried to draw breath, taking a moment from our wild passion. "Next time," she said in between breaths. "I want this in my mouth," she said raising her finger from her butt, it glistening with my sex before licking it clean. "Wow, you have to be the naughtiest, sexiest minx I've ever had the pleasure of fucking," I remarked never more turned on by anything in my life. We both smiled at each other knowing we had started a new exciting chapter in our lives and things would never be the same again. Probably needless to say she didn't end up going home the next day. I took the day off work and we spent a bit more time in bed. The sex got better every time and we didn't stop until we were both fully drained. We went at it like rabbits and every time she insisted that I finish it her mouth no matter where I'd been. Eventually she went home... Well for a while. She ended things with Chris and moved in with her brother. She didn't mind a slightly further commute to school, after all she could now get fucked in the ass whenever she liked. Home for the Holidays An Oedipus County Tale This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. This story has considerably more build-up than my usual tales. ***** He was six hours into a three hour trip when he hit the snowbank. Peter cursed and slammed his hands ineffectually against the steering wheel. He looked out the windshield into the sea of white outside the car. Several feet of snow on the ground, with more inches piling up by the minute, as the blizzard howled through the western half of the state. He had hoped to be home before the worst of it hit, but the weather did not cooperate with his plans. The drive had been slow going since the midway point. Too late to turn back, Peter had decided. He had soldiered on, into the wind and snow and darkness. It wasn't too long before he was the only car on the road, his only companions the occasional plow that loomed out of the night and rumbled past him on the uneven road, sending waves of snow and grit onto his ten year old Subaru. Peter assessed the situation. He checked his phone for the twelfth time, unsurprised to see the "no signal" message. He hadn't been able to get anything for hours now. He also hadn't seen a plow or emergency vehicle for a while, and this far from the highway, he didn't expect to see one any time soon. The municipal road workers would be waiting for the storm to subside before they started digging out the town. Peter guessed he was four, maybe five miles from his mother's house. If he could dig out the car, he should be able to make it. With a sigh, he pulled on his gloves and wedged the door open. Peter stumbled out into the snow, slipping immediately and crashing onto his face, covering himself from head to toe in the white stuff. He wiped snow off his beard as he lurched upright. It's pretty fucking cold out, he decided. Using his arms as shovels, he swept snow away from the wheel wells and the front and back of the car. He climbed back into the driver's seat, shivering and coated in snow, and tried to back up. The wheels spun. Peter swore again. Clambering through the snow once more, he popped the trunk and dug through his camping gear to find a flashlight. With that, he examined the ground around the car. There was ice under the wheels, under the two feet of snow all around him. He had no traction. And wedged against the snowbank like he was, he had no leverage or power to pull himself out, either. If there were someone else here with him to give it some gas while he pushed, he might be able to get out of this. But he probably wouldn't have made the attempt if he had someone else to drive with in the first place. On his own, he was just dumb enough to take the risk. Peter shook his head. He threw the flashlight into the trunk and was just about the slam it closed when he saw his snowshoes peeking out from under a dufflebag. Five miles - tops, he thought. Ten minutes later, Peter had his mother's Christmas presents and a few other necessities shoved into a backpack, his snowshoes strapped to his boots, flashlight in hand, and he was hiking across the snowy landscape, heading home. The world turned white. The wind was brutal, knifing through several layers of clothing and straight into his bones. Moving helped, keeping his muscles and breath warmed, but if he got himself too worked up, he was easily in danger of having the sweat freeze on his body. Peter had to move quickly but economically. Thank God for the snowshoes in his trunk, and thank God for a stepfather who loved to hunt in winter. Although he was less inclined towards charitable thoughts in his stepfather's direction of late, he had to admit, the man had given Peter the training necessary to salvage this misbegotten trip. But before long his thighs were numb and his legs felt like lead weights. Peter put his head down and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. He leaned into the wind. He punched his thighs with gloved hands, trying to keep the circulation going, and kept having to readjust the hood of his parka which was continually being swept off his head by the howling wind. Telephone poles kept him oriented on the road, and with the flashlight he was able to check street signs whenever he found one, which was not often. Damn his stepfather for buying a house in the middle of nowhere, and damn his mother for keeping that house in the divorce. Holding the flashlight became tricky, because his fingers were becoming numb lumps too. There was ice forming on his beard, even under his muffler. Why did he have to go to his stepfather's place for Thanksgiving? If he had spent Thanksgiving with his mom, he wouldn't have to see her for Christmas. That was stupid, Peter mentally admonished himself. Christmas was his mother's favorite holiday. This was her first Christmas alone, and he hadn't been home to see her in months. Spending Thanksgiving with Greg and his girlfriend had been rough on his mom, he knew. He wanted to be there for her for Christmas. Which is why he was dumb enough to force the drive and put himself in this situation in the first place. He couldn't blame her. It was his own damn fault. He started to see lights through the trees and snow. Houses, lit up for the holidays. Warm and cozy places, away from the snow and wind. Peter briefly thought about slogging up to some stranger's front door and begging to spend the night. But he steeled himself. He thought of his Russian ancestors, and forced himself to keep going. He could do this. He had made it this far. He just needed to make it a little bit further. He was probably more than a little mad at that point. Peter wanted to check his phone, but he was afraid that if he let go of the flashlight, he would lose it. Also that his fingers wouldn't be able to find the phone in his parka pocket or be able to make it work if they did. It felt like he had been walking for an hour, and he wanted to check the time. I should have asked for a watch for Christmas, he thought inanely. And then the flashlight fell upon the familiar mailbox, with the polar bear wearing reindeer antlers that his mother always hung on it at this time of year. It was nearly buried in the snow, just the hump of the bear's back and antlers visible, but he knew it at a glance. With a sound that was half sigh and half sob, Peter made his body turn up the long drive towards the house. It stood back a half mile from the road, at the end of a winding drive. He could just make out the house itself through the dark spires of trees caked with snow. The lights were a beacon, warm and inviting. The first floor was lit up, but there were candles in the second floor windows, and a string of colorful lights along the top of the porch. It took Peter ten excruciating minutes to navigate his way up the driveway, across the yard and up onto the porch. His arms were leaden, his legs half-frozen. He couldn't dig his keys out or even press the doorbell. He hammered his fists against the door instead. Almost instantly the big red door, decorated with a wreath and holly, swung open. Light spilled out onto the porch, almost blinding Peter, but he saw his mother framed within it. His relief was a palpable thing. He lurched backward so she could open the glass outer door. "So sorry Peter, I didn't hear the car," she was saying, but when she got a good look at him and noticed the snowshoes she fairly screeched at him. "What are you thinking? Is this how I raised you?" Other motherly invectives were laid upon him, but she had also reached out to grab him immediately and pull him bodily into the house. Snow and ice fell from Peter onto the floor of the foyer. His snowshoes scraped against the floor. His mother slammed the door against the cold and paused, taking a deep breath as she looked at her son. Her dark eyes widened as she examined him. Then she went to work. She bent down and disengaged his snowshoes first. Then she pushed him backwards, deeper into the house, and began to pulling off his backpack, coat, and shoes. Peter let her guide him. His brain was fogged and his body was numb and he was shivering. The ice on his beard was beginning to melt, but it was thick and clumped along his cheeks and chin. He could barely form words. "Merry Christmas," he tried to say, but it came out as a shivering mumble. His teeth wouldn't stop clicking together. "My God, Peter," Tanya said, shaking her head, her long brown hair pulled back from her pale, pretty face into a ponytail. "I've been calling you for hours. Your phone kept going to voicemail. I was worried sick. I kept hoping you went to ground somewhere to wait out the storm." "Had to come," Peter said, or tried to say. It was hard to form words. His mother's features crumpled, as if she might cry. She put a hand against his cheek, and the touch of her skin was so warm he groaned in appreciation. "You're freezing," she said. "We need to get you warm." She grabbed his hand and led him, shuffling, up the stairs to the darkened second floor. Peter let himself be pulled into the bathroom and almost flinched when his mother flicked on the light. She scurried over to the shower and turned it on. Testing the water, she muttered that it was too hot and adjusted it. Whirling around, she grabbed Peter again and guided him further into the bathroom. She tugged at his sweater and managed with some difficulty to pull it off. Next came his Oxford shirt, button by button, and the ribbed tank-top beneath. His nearly hairless chest, smoothly muscled from long hours on the swim team, was covered in red and yellow blotches. Tanya shivered herself, but in fear. She wrestled with his belt and the clasp of his jeans and then managed to wrench them down his legs. Peter almost fell over, his muscles were so stiff. The flesh of his thighs were pale and splotchy, cold as ice. Tanya fairly ripped the thick woolen socks from his feet, desperate to make sure he didn't have any black toes. Satisfied, she stood up, steadied her nearly naked son, clad only in a pair of flannel boxers, and realized he was too dazed and shivering to step into the shower on his own. Tanya didn't hesitate. She kicked off her slippers, already soaked through themselves by the snow that had cascaded off of Peter on entry to the house. She pulled off her red sweater and shimmied her khakis to the floor. Clad only in bra and panties, she wrapped her warm body around his frigid one from behind and guided him into the shower and under the warm spray of water. Peter groaned as the water hit him. Hot needles erupted across every inch of his body. He locked up, but Tanya steadied him. She could feel her own warmth being leeched away, sucked up by him, and held him tighter. Slowly, Peter began to come back to himself. The pain helped to wake him up from the frost induced brain cloud. The warm softness of his mother against his back also seemed to focus him sharply on the present. "Peter?" her voice seemed far away, even though it was just over his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He groaned. He tried to form words, but they weren't really coming. Her arms, wrapped around his midsection, tightened, and he felt her full breasts pressing against his back. "Your back is warmer," she said, "but it feels like even with the water, your chest is still cold." She tugged at him. "Turn around." Peter grunted. "Skin to skin, it's the best way," Tanya said. She managed to maneuver him around in the narrow confines of the shower. The warm spray now striking his back, he dumbly opened his arms and embraced his mother. She pulled him close, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, belly to belly. The bulk of Peter's body largely protected her from the water, but she was getting a bit of the spray. She hoped her clothes wouldn't be ruined, but it could hardly be helped. Gently, Tanya began to move her hands along Peter's broad shoulders. Squeezing and rubbing, she massaged his frozen skin and muscles, urging warmth and life into them. She worked her way down his muscular arms, unable to keep from admiring the definition he had built up over the last ten years on various swim teams. She rubbed his sides and kneaded his abdomen. She bent down on one knee to run her hands up and down his raw thighs and then his calves. His boxers were soaked and clinging to him. But at least they were warm. Tanya stood up and embraced Peter again. He was still shivering, but less violently now. Her warm brown eyes looked into his, the same shade, and saw recognition and growing awareness there. "Are you okay?" she asked again. She reached up to cup his bearded chin. He blinked, focusing on her. "Mom?" "Yes, Bun-Bun," she said, smiling, feeling sudden tears at the edges of her eyes. Peter rolled his eyes. When he was two years old he used to hop around the living room. His mother started calling him Bunny, gradually shortened to Bun or Bun-Bun. At least she never called him that in public. He looked down between them, seeming to notice for the first time his mother's large, bra clad breasts pressed hard against his chest. The long dark line of cleavage drew his eyes like a magnet. Unbidden, Peter felt a shifting between his legs. His penis, which he thought had been sucked back up into his abdomen from the cold, began to unfurl and expand. It didn't seem to care that the warm, plush, wet female body against him was his mother. A pink blush spread across her chest. It took Peter's frost-fuddled brain a long moment to realize she hadn't noticed his growing erection yet, just the way he was staring at her breasts. "You scared me, Peter," Tanya admonished. He forced himself to meet her gaze. His mother was a tall woman, only a few inches shorter than his own six foot frame. She was also extraordinarily beautiful, something which had alternatingly frustrated and excited Peter, and had always made him proud. Now it was complicating things. He had never been this close to his mother before, or at the very least this close and this naked. Because of her bust, her swimwear tended towards the conservative, and she never showed this much flesh if it could be helped. "Sorry Mom," Peter forced himself to say through chattering lips and teeth. He tried to smile. "Merry Christmas." She hugged him tighter, which just emphasized the size and softness of her bosom. The wiring of the bra was almost painful as it pressed into his skin, but he barely noticed. Peter found his hands at the small of her back and resisted the urge to slide lower. "I think you're ready to raise the temperature." Tanya shifted in Peter's arms, and for a moment, he wasn't sure he heard her correctly. Then he felt her reach around him and adjust the shower knob. The water went from warm to hot very quickly, almost uncomfortably so. Peter felt the needles come back. Peter leaned his head back into the spray and felt the hot water soak into his short hair and slide down his back. As he did, though, his boxers shifted and his thickening prick started to peek out of the flap. Before he could say anything, his mother straightened, wrapping her arms around him again. His hardening prick was nudged upward, trapped between her belly and his. Her eyes widened and the pink blush expanded to her cheeks. "Sorry," Peter said meekly. He should have been wilting under shame and embarrassment, but instead the warm bare skin of his mother's smooth belly against the bare skin of his hardening dick served only to stiffen him more. "It's okay," Tanya stammered. "Almost flattering, actually." Her own body was responding to her son's accidental arousal. She felt a fluttering in her stomach and a heat between her legs that was anything but maternal. The last time she had been this close to solid maleness was five years, three months ago. Her ex-husband had grown emotionally and physically distant long before the divorce. And although there had been offers, Tanya hadn't felt comfortable getting back in "the game" just yet. But here she was, in soaked bra and panties, clutching close to her the well-muscled frame of a twenty year old athlete. Her body didn't seem to care that the athlete's frame belonged to her son. Her nipples were hardening in the cups of her bra. A mix of shame and arousal threatened to add moisture between her legs that had nothing to do with the shower. "You are the prettiest mom around," Peter said with a forced laugh. "It would be weird if this didn't happen, right?" Tanya forced a chuckle of her own. She looked anywhere but in her son's face. "Sure," she said. On sudden impulse, she released his shoulders and reached between them. Her long slim fingers found the silky smoothness of her son's penis. She allowed herself a moment of appraisal, enjoying the solid feel of him and his apparent girth, just long enough for Peter's shock to settle into wonder, and then she deftly tucked him away behind the flap of his boxers once more. As if emboldened by her touch, Peter heard himself ask, "What happened to 'skin to skin'?" "I think someone is feeling much better," Tanya said. She gently disengaged herself from her son's embrace. "Finish your shower. Scrub up, get yourself toasty warm." She turned and stepped around the curtain, choosing to ignore the sharp intake of breath behind her as she did so. Peter felt a lump in his throat as his mother pulled away. He had gone too far. He hoped he would be able to pass it off as momentary insanity, or a symptom of nearly freezing to death. But as she pulled away, he had a moment to admire her shapely form. The full bust, straining at the soaked bra and showing the hint of hardened nipples. The smooth belly and narrow waist, flaring out to wide hips atop long legs. And then she turned to step out of the shower, and he saw the plump roundness of her backside. He couldn't suppress a gasp of appreciation. From the other side of the mostly opaque curtain, he heard his mother picking up discarded clothes. "Will you be hungry when you're done?" At the mention of food, his stomach rumbled. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until she brought it up. "Yes," he said, raising his voice over the sound of the water. "Okay, Bunny. I think I can find some carrots for you," she said in a teasing tone. The bathroom door opened and shut and Peter was alone. He sagged against the wall. That was intense, he decided. Intense and inappropriate. Still, after he removed his soaked boxers and tossed them onto the bathroom floor, he gripped his hard cock and felt astonishingly little guilt as he recalled the gossamer touch of his mother's fingers on his hardness. He pretended things had gone much, much further, and before long exploded against the wall. * Tanya hurried to her room. She shivered herself. She normally kept the house relatively warm, requiring only a sweater to remain comfortable, but she was now padding barefoot down the hall in nothing more than a wet bra and panties. Once safely in her room, she shut the door with a click and quickly pulled off her wet things. She stretched luxuriantly, almost but not quite embarrassed by the hardness of the big dark pink nipples at the end of her pendulous breasts. Self-consciously she gave each nipple a little tweak between thumb and forefinger. She felt a corresponding twinge between her legs. She found it difficult not to think about Peter's hardness, and how good it felt in her hand, however brief the touch had been. She shook her head. She was really far gone if her own son's penis was getting her hot and bothered. It had been a long time, but had it really been that long? Home for the Holidays Tanya dragged fingers through her long damp locks and pulled the tie out of her hair. She grabbed a brush off her dresser and, still naked, furiously pulled at her hair. As if that would settle the warm flutter in her belly or the empty ache between her legs. As she brushed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She could barely recognize who she saw. As a buxom, vivacious teenager she had gotten into "trouble," but that trouble ended up giving her Peter, so she had no regrets. Her older sister Tracy got married around the same time, and soon she had a son of her own. Peter and Andrew grew up together, almost as close as siblings. She met Greg when Peter was three. He was ten years older, assured, and didn't seem to care that she had a child or that the father was not in the picture at all. They married quickly, and for a time, it was bliss. Her body excited Greg, and Greg's experience and skill in bed excited her. Tanya was also reassured that Peter took to Greg as well, and the boys bonded over hiking and fishing and eventually hunting. When Greg was promoted at work and relocated to the Midwest, Peter and Tanya followed with him. It was hard at first. Tracy had just lost her husband around the same time, and Tanya wanted to be there for her sister the way Tracy had been there for her. But she also had her own family to look after, and so she ended up here in the north end of nowhere, mistress of a drafty farmhouse. It was only after the move that things started to fall apart. Greg's wandering eye became apparent, as well as his taste for younger women. Apparently Tanya had aged out of his demographic. Still, she tried gamely to make it work, and for a little while Greg met her halfway. Tanya wanted to wait until Peter graduated college for the divorce, but Greg didn't share her patience. A year ago he had served papers and moved out, shacking up with a blonde that was only a little older than Peter. The only silver lining was that Peter still managed to maintain a relationship with his dad. He had spent Thanksgiving with Greg and Greg's girlfriend, and although that had been tough for Tanya, she took it in stride. A boy should have a father. That was the primary reason she married Greg in the first place. She had never really loved him, or his betrayal would have stung more. Still, her confidence in her physical charms had been shaken. She looked into the mirror, seeing a 37 year old mother of a 20 year old athlete, wondering where all the time had gone. Where all the weight had come from. She worked out and watched what she ate, but the march of time just could not be halted. Her big breasts, source of back pain and other discomforts, had bewitched men for decades, but now they sagged on her chest. Her once thin belly pooched out over every pair of panties she wore. The less said about her enormous ass the better. She threaded a few fingers through her copious bush. No gray hairs yet at least, but she definitely looked like a middle-aged cow whose best years were long behind her. Strange to think that Peter's unconscious erection had given her a slight boost, to think that anyone would find her attractive. That it was the last man on earth who should find her physically attractive was a big part of that initial heady feeling. She cupped her breasts, the nipples still hard, albeit more from the chill in the air than any sense of arousal. That had died during her self-examination. With a sigh, Tanya pulled on a change of clothes, starting with a utilitarian bra and panty set, a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a different red sweater. Then she went to the kitchen to make Peter something to eat. She passed the bathroom on the way, pleased to hear the water still running. She hoped he felt better. He was a sweet boy to rush home for the holidays. A sweet, stupid boy, to risk so much just to be here with her. Smiling to herself, feeling suddenly a little silly for no particular reason, she hummed a Christmas carol as she capered down the stairs. * Clad in blue sweatpants adorned with his high school team logo and a thermal top, Peter entered the kitchen carefully. He wasn't sure what kind of mood his mother might be in, but he needn't have worried. She was humming to herself at the stove and her full lips formed one of her huge smiles for him when he stepped into the room. "How are you doing, Bunny?" "Better," Peter said. "I still feel cold, but not as bad as before." He paused, eyeing the big pot on the stove. "Is that chicken soup?" She laughed. "I had some leftover chicken in the fridge, and the rest of the ingredients are usually close to hand. I figured you would need some of momma's home cooking after your ordeal." "Don't make it so dramatic, Mom," Peter said with a laugh. "I just hiked five miles through a blizzard in order to be home for Christmas on time. Y'know, no big deal." She smiled again, eyes bright. "And don't think that I don't appreciate it. Now, the soup is almost ready. But before you sit down, you should probably give the police department a call and let them know where your car is." "Oh, yeah, probably." A sudden vision of a plow totaling his car appeared in his head. "Um, where's my phone?" Tanya pointed with a long-handled spoon at the counter, and Peter hurried over to grab it. He had voicemail, he noticed, and looked up at his mother. "How many times did you call me?" She looked away. "Only a dozen or so. I didn't leave a message each time." Peter smiled. "Oh, I don't know. I might listen to them anyway. I like hearing your voice." Tanya looked at him sharply, brow furrowed, but when she saw that he was sincere, her look softened. "Thank you. That's sweet of you." Peter shrugged and called the police department. Five minutes later, he was sitting down to a big steaming bowl of his mother's homemade chicken soup. This delicacy had sustained him through several years of swim practices, and never failed to cheer him up or fill him up. He dug into it with gusto. Tanya sat with him while he ate. Mostly just watching. "It's nice to be able to cook for someone besides myself," she said. "Sorry about Thanksgiving," Peter said between slurps. "I thought I owed Greg a visit." "No, I'm glad you went. You should spend time with your father." "Stepfather." "Peter..." Tanya began, a dangerous note in her voice. "Anyway," he quickly interrupted, "the food was barely adequate. The turkey was dry, and nobody made pirozhkis." "Is that so?" Tanya said. The tone said that she accepted his change of topic, but was not going to forget what necessitated it. "I suppose if you're a good boy, you might convince me to make some for you over the Christmas break. Which reminds me, how long are you here again?" "I have to be back on campus by the 8th. We're flying down to Florida for winter practice that Friday night." "Barely two weeks," Tanya said, unable to hide the frown. Peter just dug into his soup. He felt bad, leaving his mom alone, but what could he do? His team needed him. His spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl. "Is there more?" Tanya chuckled. "'Is there more?' There is plenty. Eat as much as you want." She stood up and filled his bowl, even though she normally would have sent him to get it himself. It was just so good to have him home, and she really enjoyed cooking for him. He so obviously appreciated her cooking, too. Greg had always taken her culinary skill for granted. For him, it was just something women did. But Peter knew how much she enjoyed it, and when he was little he used to help her bake and make holiday dinners and the like. Eventually he grew out of it, but for a while there, he was having almost as much fun as she did shopping at the local Williams & Sonoma. Peter admired his mother's shapely form while she stood at the stove, ladling soup into his bowl. The sweater was loose, hanging on her to de-emphasize her bosom and her narrow waist, but the jeans were pretty tight, and her ass looked amazing in them. He quickly looked away when she turned back with the full bowl. But the image stayed with him a good while. * Tanya wouldn't let him clean up his dishes, instead escorting him into the living room. It was lit up with the tree and other decorations, with a liberal spread of presents beneath. Peter noticed a box next to the tree with "his" ornaments inside, presumably waiting for him to hang up. "Jeez, Mom, you didn't have to wait for me," he said, gesturing at the box. Tanya blinked, willing herself not to frown. "I just thought you would like to hang them yourself." Well, this is the season, after all, Peter thought to himself. "Ok," he said out loud. "But I am a little bushed. Can it wait until tomorrow?" Another one of those dazzling smiles lit Tanya's face. "Sure," she said. "That's a great idea, Bunny. Did you want to go to bed? It's selfish, I know, but now that you're home, I was kind of hoping we could stay up a little and talk." She faltered. "I've missed having you around, kid." Peter leaned over and wrapped an arm around his mother. "I've missed you too, Mom." He liked the feel of her lush body against his, but he didn't dare go for the full hug so soon after the scene in the shower. "But honestly, I am wiped out. It's been a long day, and now my belly is full and I just want to hibernate." "Of course," Tanya said, patting her son on the chest. Her hand lingered a moment longer than it should, and she pulled it away suddenly. "Go to bed. I'll make a big breakfast in the morning, and we can finish decorating the tree afterward. You can tell me about your semester then." "Thanks, Mom." He went to kiss her on the cheek, but she shifted, and his lips settled on hers. They froze for a moment, looking into one another's eyes, and then Peter stepped back. Tanya loosed a nervous laugh. "Good night, Bun-Bun. Sweet dreams." "Good night, Mom. Love you." Peter turned to go. Tanya watched him leave, admiring the breadth of his shoulders and the way the muscles in his backside worked beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. Shivering, but not from cold, she wrapped her arms around her body beneath her breasts. * Peter settled into his familiar old room and climbed under the covers, his eyes heavy lidded and his limbs achey. He turned the light out and burrowed under the comforter. He was exhausted. Thoroughly wiped, like he just swam a 400 meter medley in three minutes. But sleep eluded him. Outside, the wind continued to howl. The blinds were pulled, but in his mind he could still see the snowflakes swirling around him, blinding him, clinging to his beard. He scratched his face, remembering the ice. Suddenly he felt cold despite being buried under layers of blankets. He rolled over, frustrated and exhausted and uncomfortable. He just needed to fall asleep. He heard his mother pass by in the hall, on the way to bed herself. Peter sat up and laid his head against the cool wall. He suppressed a shiver, hugging himself. This is stupid, he thought. Beyond stupid. I'm twenty years old. I shouldn't need... He sighed. He listened closely, as his mother brushed her teeth and prepared for bed. She walked down the hall, and he heard her bedroom door close. He waited another ten minutes, then slid out of bed, wincing as his feet touched the floor. He saw a light on under her door and knocked lightly. "Bunny?" she said. Peter pushed the door open. She was sitting up in bed with a book, wearing green silk pajamas and her reading glasses. Her long brown hair was tied into a loose pile at the back of her head. "Mom," Peter said, "I can't sleep." "Oh. I'm sorry, sweetie. Do you need some warm milk or something?" Peter shook his head. "Would it be... would it be alright if I slept in here with you?" He coughed awkwardly and shifted on his feet. "I can't get warm, and I thought the shared body heat would, um..." He trailed off. She wore a look of motherly concern when he finally dared to look up. "Of course, Peter." She patted the empty space beside her. With a self-conscious grin, Peter ambled into the room and slid under the covers beside her. "Will it bother you if I have the light on to read?" "Honestly, Mom, I'm not sure I will even notice." "Ok." She reached over and ruffled his short hair. Then she leaned over to brush her lips against his forehead. He felt a stray curl of her hair against his brow. He saw her pajama top gape open a few inches, hinting at the cleavage hidden behind it, even as her heavy breasts shifted under the fabric. She sat back. "Good night, Peter. Love you." "Love you too," Peter mumbled. He rolled over, sliding deeper under the covers, and slipped into oblivion. * Tanya read for a little while, but when her own eyes started to droop and she realized she'd read the same sentence five times, she put the book on the nightstand, laid her glasses beside it, and was just about to turn off the light when her eyes fell on Peter lying beside her. Her heart melted. He was such a good boy. She didn't know what she had done to deserve him, and she felt a sudden surge of love for him. He had forced his way home to be here, suffering some level of trauma to the point that he needed to sleep in mommy's bed for the first time in approximately sixteen years. He was so cute and precious, even now, fully grown into a gorgeous young man. She couldn't resist leaning across him and kissing the top of his head. Then she lay down, shut off the light, and faded slowly into slumber. It was nice, she decided, to have someone else in the bed beside her. She had just started to get used to the emptiness at night, but as she drifted off, it occurred to her that she could get used to this again. Tanya's sleep was deep and dreamless. At some point in the middle of the night, she was roused to near wakefulness when Greg wrapped his arm around her and snuggled tight against her back. She curled her own arm around his, holding him tight to her bosom. Tanya smiled to herself and sank bank into unconsciousness, feeling strangely elated. An hour later she suddenly snapped awake with the realization that it was not Greg with his arm wrapped around her, but Peter. A secret, sensuous thrill ran through her body as she realized she was holding her son's arm tightly against her full breasts. He was sound asleep, of course, no doubt dreaming of his latest girlfriend or something. That thought brought the further realization that there was something long and hard pressing against her bottom. Tanya bit her lip and in the darkness blushed fiercely. She shifted in her son's arms, suddenly aware of a heat flaring to life in her mid-section, and the tips of her breasts finding sudden stiffness. Peter started to move in response to her, and she froze. Slowly he settled back down, settling against her once more, his firm hardness coming to rest in the cleft between her buttocks. Tanya wasn't sure what to do. Her brain told her to escape Peter's hold, even if it woke him. But her loins screamed at her to stay, to enjoy this brief moment of illicit contact. She fought an internal battle while her bedside clock ticked off long glowing red minutes, her body rigid in her sleeping son's arms. And then, with a frustrated sigh, she yielded, relaxing into his arms, subtly pushing her butt against his stiffness. Tanya slowly eased an arm free of Peter's embrace and slid it down her smooth belly. Her hand slipped under the waistband of her pajamas. Her fingertips skated across the front of her panties. Nostrils flaring, lower lip trapped under her teeth, she began to gently tease herself with her fingers. She traced the line of her labial lips beneath her panties, feeling them quickly flush with arousal. Almost too quickly. She began a circular motion, pressing her fingertips into her yielding flesh. She imagined Peter's penis, his cock, flexing between her cheeks. Throbbing hungrily. Her juices soaked her panties. Her fingers made squelching sounds. She hoped she was being quiet enough not to bother Peter, but she wasn't sure she would stop even if he did wake. Her arm shook with suppressed passion and need. Somehow her fingers found their way under her panties, sliding through the thick curls adorning her pubic mound, and finding her clitoris. She gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and thought of how strong and smooth and large Peter's cock had felt in the shower, when she had gripped it and forced it back under his boxers. She wished she had dropped to her knees and swallowed him whole right then and there. She moaned quietly, unable to keep silent. Her fingers sank into her folds, slick and ready to be filled by something thick and hard, curving them against the familiar ridges of flesh inside her. Her toes curled. With practiced ease, her thumb found her nubbin and flicked it mercilessly. Tanya shook and shivered, her breasts straining against Peter's arm, as she orgasmed as quietly as she could with her son's hard cock wedged between her buttocks. She slumped against him, breath rattling in her chest, tits heaving like rolling tanks, sucking in deep draughts of air through her nose. Slowly Tanya opened her eyes, half expecting to find Peter awake and staring at her, but he had slumbered through the whole thing. Maybe she didn't make as much noise as she feared. More likely, he was still recuperating from his long, stressful drive and hike through the blizzard. Sudden and crushing guilt overwhelmed her. The sweet boy had tried his hardest to get home to her for Christmas, and here she was perving on him like some horrible degenerate. She withdrew her hand gingerly from her sodden pussy, wiped her digits ineffectually against her pajamas, and tried to fall asleep. It was easier than she would have expected. Her orgasm had taken more out of her than she assumed. She was asleep again in moments. * Tanya woke before Peter, when the first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds and started their slow crawl across the bedroom floor. She shut her alarm off fifteen minutes before it would have triggered, and gently disengaged herself from Peter's embrace. That had not flagged at all during the night. Nor, apparently, had Peter's erection. Tanya wondered idly if he had left a permanent mark on her ass. And then the guilt hit her again. She slipped out of the bedroom, straight into the bathroom. Within five minutes, she had a warm shower started and she had peeled her pajamas off. She looked at her full bush and eyed the fuzz on her legs. Past time to shave, she decided. She started with her legs, making them smooth and sleek as possible. She fluffed the soaking matt of her pubic hair and started trimming that as well. She found herself wondering what young men preferred when it came to pubic hair. And that led her to wonder what Peter, specifically, preferred. It was difficult to stand in the shower and not think about him, about pressing her body against his and wondering what might have happened if she had stayed with him instead of fleeing. When she was done, she had a thin strip of very short hair in a line directly north of her clit. But even that, she decided, looked like too much, and before she knew it, she was completely shorn. She hadn't intended to go that far, but now that she had, she decided to enjoy it. Her hand glided across her smooth skin. Her fingers descended further, teasing her sleeping clit and engorged pussy lips. With a start, Tanya pulled her hand away. "What am I doing?" she muttered. Hadn't she done enough during the night? Besides, she had already been in the shower far too long, and Peter would need hot water for his own. Quickly, Tanya finished washing, wrapped her body and her hair in towels, and headed for her bedroom. Home for the Holidays Peter lay awake in the bed. He was propped up on an elbow, reading her book, when she entered the room. "Bathroom's free," she said lightly. She felt awkward and uncertain for no good reason. This was her room and her son. She shouldn't have so much trouble being normal. "About time," Peter grumbled sleepily, putting her book on the nightstand. "What took you so long?" "I was shaving," Tanya said without thinking. The last word came out as a kind of squeak. She cleared her throat. Peter looked at her, his face unreadable. When had that happened? She always understand him at a glance before. He scratched at his chin. "That's a good idea," he said. He clambered out of the bed and headed for his morning ablutions. Tanya waited until he entered the bathroom to close her bedroom door. She wavered for a moment before turning the lock and getting dressed. * Peter came down the stairs to the smells of breakfast. Gingerbread pancakes, turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, wheat toast, fresh fruit, and coffee. He grinned, admiring his mother in her red apron laying food on the table. Tanya wore jeans and a pale blue blouse underneath. She looked up, smiling self-consciously for some reason, and her eyes widened in shock. "Your beard!" Peter massaged his bare chin. "I was going to cut it before winter practice anyway. Plus, it seemed like the thing to do this morning." Tanya's cheeks turned pink. "Well, I made a big breakfast, as promised." "I see that." Peter settled down at the table. He reached for the carafe of orange juice and poured himself a glass. "This looks awesome, Mom." He looked up. "I can't help but think I'm being fattened up to go do some manual labor, though." "The storm is over," she said, looking out the window. It was still cloudy, but the sun was peeking through the cover. Enough to make the world outside glow, buried as everything was under five feet or so of snow. "There's a service that takes care of the driveway, but I am a little worried about all the snow on the roof. And the walkways will have to be cleared, of course." "Say no more, Mom," Peter said as he forked a pancake and dropped it on his plate. "I will take care of it." "Thanks, Bunny." She brightened. "After that, we can decorate the tree!" "Great," Peter said weakly. His mother punched him lightly in the arm. "Cheer up, kid. It's Christmas Eve! Are you telling me that you're too old to decorate the tree with your mother on Christmas Eve?" Peter smiled. "No, I guess not." He shoved food into his mouth. It might be fun, he decided. He wasn't thrilled about having to go out into the cold again, but at least he would be armed with a shovel this time. And anything that made his mother smile was probably worth it. After Peter and Tanya had eaten their fill, Peter cleared the plates and filled the dishwasher. Tanya tried to intervene but he shooed her away. She watched him for a few moments. "I found some presents in your bag. I set them under the tree." "Oh, shit, thanks Mom. I had completely forgotten about them." "No problem. Nice of you to pack them for the hike. They were a little squashed and the paper was a little soggy, but it's still nice to see you thought of me." Peter looked at her in horror. But she started laughing. "They're fine," she said. "That backpack of yours could survive on a glacier. Your father knows his camping gear." "Stepfather," Peter corrected under his breath. "You had me scared there, Mom. I was afraid your presents were ruined." She stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek, with his hands in the sink. "Sweet boy." She turned away, heading for the living room. Peter watched her swaying hips and shook his head. With the dishes done, he pulled on his winter gear and clambered outside. The wind was biting, but he worked up a good sweat digging his way to the garage. Once he had the snowblower running and the roof rakes to hand, he really went to work. A few hours later, he clomped back onto the porch. He looked back, noting that no one had approached the driveway to plow it yet. There wasn't much sign of travel on the road either, barely visible as it was through the screen of trees in the yard. It might take a day or two for the roads to get cleared. He worried about his abandoned car, and silently thanking his Mom for having him call the police. Inside, Christmas music blared from the stereo, and sweet scents emanated from the kitchen. Tanya was baking. Peter pulled his winter gear off and went to find his mother. She had pirozhkis cooling on racks, and sugar cookies in the oven. The kitchen was a mess of mixing bowls and spoons and ingredients. "I'm not cleaning this mess up," Peter said by way of greeting. Tanya looked over her shoulder and batted her eyelashes. "What if I ask nicely?" Peter groaned, but his irritation was completely feigned. "I guess I would have to." Tanya smiled. "Well don't worry, I won't ask you. You did a great job with the yard and the roof. Do you want some hot chocolate or coffee? Can I make you something for lunch?" "Lunch would be great. But coffee first." Tanya nodded and set to work. She turned on the Keurig, and cleaned up her work station on the counter quickly and economically. She looked up twice, noticing Peter watching her, and both times ducked her head, blushing. "What are you doing?" she asked eventually. "You don't have to stand there waiting. I'll call you when it's ready." "I'm not waiting. I'm watching." Peter took a deep breath. "I missed you, Mom. It's just nice to be here with you." "Oh, Bunny, such a sweetheart." She lifted up her hands, dirty from baking, and gestured at him to come close. She half wrapped her arms around him, keeping her hands carefully clear, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Peter responded by wrapping his arms around her tightly, pulling her close, reveling in the feel of her heavy bra-clad breasts against his chest. They held this pose for long moments, neither one of them moving, just holding one another close. When the Keurig signaled it was ready, Tanya found her voice. "Ok," she said, pulling away slightly. "Pick out a flavor. I'll clean up and make you a sandwich or something." As they parted, on impulse Peter leaned forward suddenly and pressed his lips against hers. "Love you," he said, stepping back. Her cheeks red, but a dazzling smile lighting up her features, Tanya said, "Love you too." * After lunch, despite Peter's diffidence, they finished decorating the tree. Actually, Peter finished decorating the tree. Tanya sat on the couch drinking a hot chocolate while Peter picked through the last box of ornaments and found places for them on the tree. These were "his" ornaments, and they were mostly kid's stuff. But he didn't mind amusing his mother, and at the very least, it was nice to spend time with her. "So, how is the semester going?" "Good. I had some trouble with my math final, but I'm pretty sure I passed." "And is there a lady in your life?" "Mom." "I'm just asking. I don't think I've met one of your girlfriends since high school." That's because they're usually intimidated by you, Peter thought. Most of the girls he had brought home had trouble believing his mother was old enough to be his mother, much like so many of his friends growing up had not-so secret crushes on her. "I don't have a lot of time, between classes, practice, and community service," Peter said. "That's too bad," Tanya said. "A young man should have a young woman in his life. Especially such a handsome, thoughtful young man like you." Peter looked askance at his mother. She was beaming at him, legs crossed with the top foot bouncing. He wondered what was in the hot chocolate, and whether he was old enough to drink it. "Thanks," he said automatically. He thought for a moment. "I do have a friend on the swim team who I mess around with from time to time." Absolute silence. Peter looked over his shoulder. His mother was no longer smiling, and the foot wasn't bouncing any longer. "I'm not sure I follow," she said. "The women's swim team," Peter clarified, and almost laughed at the way his mother relaxed. She saw his expression and blushed. "That's not what I... I mean, if you did feel that way about boys I would be supportive, I just...uh..." "S'okay, Mom. I don't swing that way." He smiled, and decided to test the waters. "I like boobs far too much." The color on Tanya's cheeks deepened. She cleared her throat. "So you have a friend with benefits? Why don't you just date her?" Peter shrugged, disappointed at the minimal reaction. "I don't know. Like I said, I'm busy. So is she. We help each other out from time to time. It's like being in a relationship, but without any of the complications." He paused, looking at the ornament in his hand. "Or some of the benefits." "So you do want to date her?" "Not exactly." Peter hung the ornament on the tree. "I think it would just be nice to have someone to spend time with, to be with. To wake up next to in the morning." Silence again. Peter looked back at his mother. Her expression was thoughtful. She sipped her mug, noticed him looking at her, and met his eyes. "That is something very nice to have," she said at last. Peter's heart tumbled. He turned back to the tree. "What about you, Mom? Have you started dating yet?" "Oh God, no," Tanya said glibly, her voice suddenly stronger, as if this were a more comfortable topic to discuss. "I've had offers, mind you. Your mother isn't completely washed up. But I guess I'm just not ready." Tanya looked into the bottom of her mug. "Which is weird, considering," she said softly. "What?" "Nothing," Tanya said. "You know, Mom, Greg was an idiot for leaving you. I still don't know how he could do it. You're beautiful, you're kind, you're funny. You are a great catch." Tanya ducked her head. She was blushing a lot lately. But it made her feel warm and desirable to hear her son say these sorts of things. Or to get hard around her. "Thank you, Peter. But don't badmouth Greg. I don't want you to do that. Like the way you keep calling him your 'stepfather.' He's more than that." Peter shook his head. "He hurt you, Mom. He left you. I'm not sure I can forgive him for that." Tanya took a deep breath. "I have." Peter turned. "What?" Tanya cleared her throat. "I have. I had to. You have to realize, Peter, that Greg leaving had nothing to do with him. He's a good man. He loves you very much, and he has been a good father to you. You should give him another chance." "Mom, what are you talking about? He went and got a girlfriend, while you two were still married. Probably not even his first." Tears formed at the corners of Tanya's eyes. "I never loved him, Peter." She took a deep breath. "That's not true. I grew to love him, but I was never in love with him. Seems silly, that idea, so close to 40, but it was important to him. He sensed it. I think he always kind of knew. There's a part of me that I kept separate from him, that I never shared with him. And it drove us apart. It is my fault that Greg left, not his." Peter sat down next to her and hugged her closely. "Mom," he said. For a while that was all he said. Then, "Why did you marry him in the first place?" "A boy needs a father. I believed it then, I believe it now. That's why I don't want you to be angry with him." Peter sat still next to her. "I can't help it," he finally said. Tanya patted his knee. "Maybe when you're older, you'll understand." "I'm the same age now that you were when you married him." That brought Tanya up short. "I forget that sometimes." She looked over at him and set her mug down. "Look, I was 20 years old, with a 3 year old son. I didn't have a lot of prospects, then. We were living with my parents, and using Aunt Tracy for daycare. Greg was... nice. He liked me. We had fun together. And he didn't mind that I had a kid. He even seemed to like dating a single mom. "Then he proposed, and I saw a life for us, a stable life. Greg is a good man, a good provider, and as it turned out, he couldn't have kids of his own. Which is why you don't have any siblings, by the way. But anyway, as long as you were taken care of, I was happy. But I guess it wasn't enough for him. "So I can't really be mad at him for going. Plus, you know, he appears to have a thing for younger women. Which I am not anymore." "Mom," Peter said, "you didn't have to do that for me. I... it was better when it was just the two of us. I remember being happy, anyway, and things with Greg haven't been all sunshine and roses. You didn't have to settle for him just for me." Tanya started to cry. She reached out to grab Peter's hands. "I'm so sorry, honey. The whole thing goes around and around in my head. Did I screw up back then? Did I ruin my life trying to make yours as safe and perfect as possible? Maybe that's why I want you to stay close to Greg. I don't want the last seventeen years to be a complete waste for both of us." Peter pulled her closer to him. He could feel his own eyes misting in response to his mother's burst of emotion. "They haven't been a waste, Mom. As long as you and I have each other, nothing is ever a waste." Tanya started crying harder. "I'm sorry," she said again. On sudden impulse, Peter shifted, pulling his mother into his arms. He looked into her tear streaked face and kissed her on the lips. Not a chaste kiss like the one he gave her at breakfast, but the kiss of a man in love with a woman. He pressed his lips firmly against hers. Her lips parted, welcoming him. Her eyes closed and she leaned into the kiss, returning his passion with equal fervor. For a split second, it was perfect. Then she pushed him away and shot to her feet. Without a word she rushed from the room, hurrying up the stairs. Peter slumped against the couch. * An hour later she came back downstairs. Peter had not moved. "Oh," she said, as if surprised to see him. "Mom," Peter said, his voice was a croak. He coughed, but before he could start again, she interrupted. "I'm not mad," she said. She sighed. "I don't know what I am. I am your mother though, and that... that can't happen." She walked over to the couch and placed a hand on the backrest. "But - something else I know. Today is Christmas Eve. It is getting late. If we're going to have dinner, I need to start cooking." She paused. Warm brown eyes found their mirror in her son's face. "Would you... would you want to help me in the kitchen?" Peter swallowed whatever he might have said, knowing it wouldn't be enough. He should apologize, he supposed, but he didn't feel sorry. Instead, he simply nodded. She took his hand and pulled him to his feet and led him into the kitchen. Lights went on. Food came out of the refrigerator and pantry. Knives flashed. The oven came to life. The only words that passed between them were Tanya's whispered instructions and Peter's occasional requests for clarification. When dinner was ready, Peter set the table and Tanya laid out the food. He didn't blink when she added a wine glass to his setting, but he did frown slightly as she poured him a liberal amount. She raised her own glass. "To us," she said. He clinked his glass against hers and they both drank. Dinner passed quietly as well, but it was a companionable quiet. None of the awkwardness that should be present seemed to affect them. Peter finished his glass before his mother and without asking for permission poured both himself and his mother some more. It was his turn to raise a glass. "Merry Christmas," he said. Tanya smiled, clinked her glass with his, and took a healthy draught. "Any plans for the rest of your vacation?" Tanya asked. "Not really," Peter said. "I suppose it depends on how soon we can get dug out. I thought at least one of the guys would have called me by now." And like that, they were talking again. If his mother wanted to ignore that kiss, pretend it never happened, then Peter would do the same. But he would keep it with him forever. His mother's were the sweetest lips he had ever tasted. After dinner, Peter washed and Tanya dried. When the last dish clinked into place in the washer, they took their glasses of wine into the living room. Tanya turned off the lamps, allowing the room to be illuminated only by the tree. Peter settled on to the couch, the scene of the crime, and his mother surprised him by sitting next to him and leaning into him. Her back nestled against his chest and she stretched out along the length of the sofa. Gingerly, Peter put his arm around her, settling his hand on her belly, beneath those wonderful breasts. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin blouse. The scent of her shampoo filtered up into his nostrils. "This is nice," she said. "Just the two of us. I'm almost glad the blizzard hit and we couldn't get together with anyone else." "I don't know. I think I could have done without the blizzard." Tanya held her wine glass out and swirled the liquid around. "Without the blizzard, we wouldn't have had that shower together." Ah. Peter wished he wasn't talking to the back of her head, but it was possible she was only open to discussing this because she couldn't see him. "Do you think I kissed you because of that?" Tanya sipped her wine. "The thought occurred to me," she said. Her voice was low. "Mom. The shower was equal parts agonizing and wonderful. Just like sleeping beside you and holding you all night. But don't think that one thing leads to another. You are the most beautiful, wonderful, loving woman I have ever known. I would have kissed you anyway, even without the blizzard." She sat in silence, leaning against him, breathing quietly. She sipped her glass of wine, finishing most of what remained, and then stood up. Peter could have held her in place, but he let her go. He felt something inside him constrict as she turned, her beautiful face inscrutable, her eyes hooded in the dimness of the room. "I'm going to bed," she said. Peter stared into space for long minutes. Gradually his eyes focused, finding the Christmas tree and its bright lights. With a grunt, Peter levered himself to his feet. He brought the wine glasses into the kitchen and set them in the sink. He started shutting off lights and then climbed wearily up the stairs. In the hall, he saw his mother's bedroom door was closed. But a light showed at the bottom, warming the hallway. What does that mean? Peter stumbled into his room and peeled off his clothes. He found the sweatpants and thermal top he'd worn to bed the night before and put them on. He was just about to turn the covers down when he paused, turning things over in his mind. I had to try, don't I? Just one more time. Peter stepped out in the hallway and lightly rapped on the door to his mother's room. "Mom?" "Come in," she said. There was a flutter of something in her voice, something he didn't recognize. He eased the door open. Peter froze in the doorway. His heart began to thunder in his chest. His mother knelt in the middle of her bed. Her unbound hair tumbled down her back. A hint of blue eyeshadow lightened her eyes, and a fresh coat of red lipstick decorated her full lips. She wore only a matching pair of black floral print bra and panties. They emphasized the thrust of her bust, the narrowness of her waist, and the width of her hips. Her hands rested on her silky smooth thighs, folded beneath her. His mother's pale skin fairly glowed in the light from the lamp. "Mom?" Peter said, absolutely stunned. She beckoned him with a curled finger. "Come in," she said again. "What do you think?" she said, raising her arms and turning slightly. Her big breasts jiggled enticingly in her bra. Home for the Holidays "You look amazing," Peter said. "But I... I'm not sure if this is real. Is this - are you - what is this about, Mom?" Tanya smiled at her confused son. She patted the bed beside her. "Come here, Bun-Bun." Dumbly, moving somewhat on autopilot, Peter entered the room. The door clicked shut behind him. He approached the bed and sat down. Tanya's anatomy jiggled again as the bed shifted underneath him. Despite his shock, Peter was already half-hard, and too bewildered to try to hide it. Tanya noticed the tenting in her son's sweatpants and her smile widened. She reached out and threaded her fingers through his. "I don't want to pretend any longer that I don't want this. Or that I know that you want this too. But I want you to know, if we start this, I don't want to be some kind of 'mother with benefits.' I want someone I can wake up next to in the morning." Peter's heart felt like it would explode. He felt all the blood drain from his face, rushing to another part of his body. He was suddenly dry-mouthed and trembling. "Mom," he somehow managed to say, "that's what I want too. I think that's all I've ever wanted." She beamed at him. "This is the part where you kiss me," she said. Peter leaned forward and his lips met hers. They were moist and warm and yielding. They parted slightly. Peter sucked on her upper lip, relenting only when her agile tongue pushed against him, seeking entry. He opened his mouth and her tongue dove in, coiling around his own. Tanya moaned into his mouth. Tentatively, Peter lifted his arms and embraced his mother. Her plush body folded against him. He felt her heavy breasts against his chest, and wished his shirt wasn't in the way. As if on cue, Tanya tugged at the hem of his thermal and began to pull it up his body. They broke away from their soul-stirring kiss just long enough for Tanya to wrestle Peter's shirt off of him and toss it to the floor. Then his arms were around her again, and they were kissing once more. She caressed his smooth cheek with one hand while the other roamed across his broad back, feeling his muscles as they bunched and shook out of sheer excitement. Peter felt the bare skin of his mother's chest press against his own. He could hardly believe he was here, in her bed, doing this with her. Tanya leaned backward and Peter followed. She landed on the bed with her son on top of her, both of them still kissing. Peter's hands roamed all over her body, sliding across her bra, her belly, her hips, along her smooth legs, which she raised up and pressed against his flanks. Peter released her lips and pulled away slightly, looking his mother directly in the eyes. "Tatyana," he said. Hearing her full name in her son's voice, overcome with need and hunger and lust, made her shudder in response. "Mom," he said, and it held the same notes and made her close her eyes and thrust her panty clad pelvis up against him. She felt his rampant hardness, contained but not concealed, pressing into her. Her hands dove under the waistband of his sweatpants and cradled the strong muscles of his backside momentarily, before pushing his pants down his legs. Peter assisted, clumsily escaping from his clothes. He knelt above her, his large cock swollen and throbbing, desperate for his mother. "Mom," Peter gasped, "I feel like I'm close already. I never dreamed this was possible, but I have wanted it for so long. I'm not... I can't..." "Shh, baby," Tanya said, placing a hand on his heaving pectorals. "It's okay Peter. I love you." She smiled a motherly smile. "Let me take care of you." Tanya laid him down on the bed beside her and sat up. She shuffled on her knees towards the baseboard. Her hands caressed his chest and abdomen and glided across his hips. She looked town at the column of flesh between his legs. It was long and hard, thick at the base, with a great big swollen head, dark purple and weeping. A neatly trimmed patch of hair grew at the base, and his balls looked big and full of juice. He was beautiful and perfect, and just looking at him made her pussy twinge. Her own fluids began to flow, soaking into her underwear. Tanya licked her lips and slid lower, straddling her son's legs. Peter watched her, eyes wide, mouth open. He looked so cute. She could remember him on Christmas' past, overcome with excitement as he opened presents. He looked like that now, like he might be overwhelmed at any moment. Tanya dipped her head. Her long hair caressed his hips before her lips touched the crown of his cock. She gripped him by the base, her fingers just meeting around it, and levered it up away from his belly. Looking her son in the eyes, Tanya rubbed his length against her cheek. So smooth and strong. The pure male scent of him. She felt him throb in her hand, and a jet of precum splattered against her skin, hot and creamy. She licked her lips again. Then, with a smile, she licked him. Peter groaned. Tanya's agile tongue slid along his engorged length, from base to tip, and swirled around the head. She slurped and sucked. Precum splashed on her tongue and she scooped it up, swallowing eagerly. Salty and sweet at once. She shivered in anticipation. Eyes still locked, she held him, and licked him like a cat with a saucer of milk, lapping at his cockhead with her broad tongue, scooping up the nectar of his precum and devouring it. "Mom," Peter said with a groan, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe how this feels. I love you so much." Tanya's eyes were large as she sucked the head of Peter's cock between her full lips. His big prick throbbed with need. He was trying to hold back, fighting hard to keep from cumming. But he was so overwhelmed. Tanya felt a surge of motherly lust. Proud that she could do this to him, that his feelings were so intense, and yet eager to take care of him and make him feel better. "Cum for me Peter," she said, her voice raspy with lust. "Let it out baby. It's okay." She lashed him with her tongue. "I want to taste you." She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth again and bobbed her head a little, letting his throbbing, eager hardness slide further between her lips. Her tongue undulated along the underside. The big plum head pushed against the back of her mouth. She tightened her lips and sucked, cheeks hollowing from the effort. Peter threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, his arms and chest tightening as he tried to fight his impending orgasm. She felt his hardness swelling in her mouth, felt the frisson of muscular contraction with the fingertips wrapped around his base, and then the thick spray of his first eruption hitting the back of her throat. She almost choked, but old reflexes kicked in, and she swallowed quickly, marveling at the viscous warmth as it slid down her throat. It was like pudding. Tanya slid her lips up the length of her son's throbbing cock until only the head was trapped between her lips. Holding his shuddering length with both hands, she felt him pulse repeatedly. Each pulse sent another thick coating of sperm laden semen across her tongue, which she quickly swept back into her throat, making unconscious mewling sounds as she did. Her son's cum was delicious; thick and creamy, warm and salty and sweet, but with a slightly bitter aftertaste. And he came a lot. Tanya's cheeks bulged with Peter's spend. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but each spasm followed close behind the other. She lost count of them, focusing instead on not losing a drop. Her throat worked repeatedly, slurping down Peter's potent cum. She heard him moaning her name over and over, arms thrashing ineffectually as his hips made little thrusts and his cock spat its precious load into her waiting mouth. She held him between her lips when the last spasm died down. Her mouth full of his cum, full of his taste, his essence, she closed her eyes and savored it. Her cum-laden tongue swirled around his sensitive cockhead before she swallowed the last of it. Sucking lightly, she pulled the final drops from his pisshole, determined to get every bit of it. Tanya released him. His cock slapped back against his pubis with a wet smack. She licked her full lips, seeking any stray bits of delicious cum. Peter lay back, gasping, eyes now wide open and regarding her with new respect. "Jesus, Mom," he said. "I don't think I have ever come like that." Tanya felt a surge of pride. She sat up, rubbing her belly. "Creamy and delicious," she said, licking her lips again. "I know I am going to be doing that to you a lot." Peter groaned. He looked like he was still struggling to believe this was happening. Part of Tanya agreed with him. She should feel some kind of remorse or guilt for going down on her own son. But she felt nothing but joy. Almost exaltation. As if she had been waiting for this moment, what they were about to do, most of her life. Tanya slid her way up the bed, crawling across her son's gorgeous nude body. That his hardness had barely lessened did not escape her. She dragged her bra clad breasts across his abdomen and chest. Her breath would smell of cum and her mouth would taste of it, but she wanted to kiss her man. Peter did not disappoint. He opened his mouth as her lips descended and met her kiss with the same intensity and ferocity that she poured into it. His arms came around her and crushed her to his chest. Her breasts pushed against them. Suddenly she wanted out of her clothes. She wanted him to see her, in all her maternal imperfection. She knew he would adore her. But she was surprised when he shifted on the bed, rolling them over, until he was on top of her. Still kissing her, he began to move along her body. He licked along her jawline, kissed an earlobe. He sucked lightly on her throat, like a teenager. He kissed her clavicle and dragged his tongue along the line of her cleavage, so clearly delineated by the compression of her bra. He pressed his face against her right tit and then her left, inhaling deeply both times. She watched him, curious at what game he was playing, intrigued and enjoying it enough not to stop him. She thought he would go for the hooks on her back immediately, but he surprised her by moving past her bra and licking his way across her smooth belly. He gave her little belly button a French kiss that tickled, and then she knew what he was doing. New juices soaked her flooded pussy in anticipation. Peter pressed his cheek against the fabric of her panties, once again inhaling deeply. He kissed her pubis through the fabric. Tanya shuddered. But instead of peeling off her underwear and devouring her, he slid lower. Butterfly kisses along her right thigh. A long dragging lick from her left knee to the top of her hip. He kissed her knees, which again tickled a little, causing her to bend them, which brought her calves to his attention. He caressed them with both hands and rained kisses down her ankle to the top of her foot. Tanya wiggled her toes, but before he could capture one with his mouth and start to suck, she reached down and grabbed him by the shoulder. "No more teasing," she said, breathless. He grinned. Pleased with himself, pleased with her reaction to him. He moved up on the bed, grasping her silky thighs. Tanya heard another unconscious mewl escape her lips as he finally hooked his fingers in the waistband of her soaked panties and tugged them downward. She lifted her legs and her big, round butt, allowing him to pull them off of her. He tossed them aside, his eyes riveted to her shaved pussy. "Do you like it?" Tanya asked hesitatingly. "Your pussy is gorgeous, Mom. The prettiest I have ever seen. I didn't expect you to be hairless. I usually, um, prefer a little bit, but this looks so hot." Tanya heard herself say, "I was trying to trim it. For you. Like a college girl, I guess. I got a little carried away." Peter looked up at her, eyes wide. "For me?" She nodded. "I didn't think we would get this far," she said. "I wasn't sure if... but when I did it, I was thinking of you." His face broke into a huge grin, one of those smiles she used to see on Christmas morning when he got exactly what he asked for from Santa. It made her heart swell in her chest and she found it hard to breathe. One his knuckles, Peter climbed across her and kissed her. She felt his big cock, hard as diamond, glide across her shorn pubis, leaving a sticky trail. Her pussy lips spasmed. She was ready for him, so ready. She wanted her tall, handsome, lovely son inside her. But she was relieved when he pulled away, still grinning, and dropped down between her legs. His strong hands gripped her sleek thighs and pushed them apart. Her son lowered his head. She felt his breath upon her sensitive skin. Then his lips against her lips, his tongue extended, burrowing into her, licking and twisting and swirling. He kissed her pussy as he had kissed her lips, with passion and love and just the right amount of force. He licked up the length of her opening, slurping up her copious fluids with a satisfied smack of his lips. He teased the little button of her clit with the tip of his tongue. Tanya cupped her right tit, and with her left hand reached down to push against the back of Peter's head. Her thighs settled on his broad shoulders. Her calves across his back, her feet dangling in space, toes curling as her orgasm fast approached. Her son devoured her. He had more enthusiasm than technique, but that balance was more than enough for Tanya. He sucked and licked and nibbled. He pursed his lips and suckled on her clit for a few seconds before nipping at it with his teeth, very lightly. His tongue drilled into her recesses, parting her pink folds and curling against the roof of her pussy, dancing along the ridges of flesh half-hidden inside her. He hummed as he worked, causing her body to shiver in reaction. Tanya gripped the back of Peter's closely shorn head with a claw-like hand, too far gone to even be afraid her nails might leave marks. Her other hand gripped her breast and squeezed. She wanted to rip the bra off and tease her nipples, but she didn't have enough coordination. When it arrived, her climax slammed into her like a wave assaulting the shore. It washed over her, inundated her, overwhelmed her. She loosed a wordless cry and pushed her hips up into Peter's face, just as he fastened his lips around her sensitive clit and suckled. Her legs pressed down against his back, her heels beating a tattoo along it. Peter didn't halt his ministrations. Just as her climax began to flag, it started cresting again. Tanya threw her head back into the pillow, her throat constricted, and she shouted her joy to the room. Somehow she formed a coherent word, her son's name. "Peter, Peter, Peter," she chanted, almost rhythmically, as she orgasmed a second and a third time on his inexhaustible tongue. Or perhaps it was one long orgasm, drawn out, and stretching her taut as a rubber band. Over five years of solo lovemaking had left her unprepared. She had almost forgotten what it was like when someone else was in the driver's seat, and Greg, for all his inventiveness and skill, had never made her feel this fulfilled, this loved, this sated. Tanya sagged back against the bed, dark locks plastered to her forehead, her chest flushed and heaving. Peter sat up between her legs, licking his lips. "I could get used to this," he said lightly. "I'm not picking hairs from my teeth." "You... could... get... used to... this?" Tanya managed to gasp. She reached down for her son, feeling a pleasant ache in her arms that came from tensing her muscles too much. Grinning, Peter slid upward across his mother's supine form. His powerful cock lay across her bare pubis once more, leaking precoital fluid onto her pale skin. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips. "That was tremendous," Tanya said. Peter beamed, proud to have brought so much pleasure to his mother. "But I think I want that big cock of yours inside me. Do you?" "Jesus, Mom, more than anything." A sudden thought occurred to them both, as they looked down between them and saw his cock lying across her belly. "Do I need-?" "Do you have-?" They spoke in unison. Then paused, laughing, until with a motherly look, Tanya indicated she had the floor. "Do you have any condoms?" Peter frowned. "In the car," he said. "I left almost everything there." If he had looked like a child on Christmas morning before, he now looked like someone who had found nothing but coal in his stocking. Tanya reached up and caressed her son's cheek. "Okay. Well, we will have to be careful, then. I'm not on anything. You can't cum in me." Peter swallowed. "Mom, we don't... have to... tonight. It's okay." She was so proud of him in that moment, because he was clearly stricken by the thought of not making love to his mother, but he was also putting aside his needs for hers. He just didn't understand what her needs actually were. She pulled his face down to kiss him again. "That's very sweet of you, Bun-Bun," she said, "but I kind of need you to fuck me. We are not leaving either of us hanging like this." Tanya reached down between them to grip his hardness, which pulsed in the palm of her hand. "This is going inside me. You are going inside me. We just need to be careful." Peter nodded. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide. He shivered a little. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, his voice little more than a whisper. Tanya nodded. She placed little kisses on his lips and cheeks and chin. "Oh yes, Peter, you are. But." She slid her hands to his flanks and nudged him, rolling him over so they were side to side. "First, I am going to fuck you." She sat up, threw a leg over him, and sat across his legs. "You just let me know when you're ready to cum," she said, reaching down to grip him with both hands. Her left cupped his full balls, heavy with seed, and her right slid along his shaft, squeezing out a dollop of precum that dripped onto his abdomen. Peter grabbed her by the hips and shifted his own, lifting his mother into the air. "Whatever you say, Mom." "Don't be fresh, young man. You're not too old to ground, you know." "Stuck at home with you is not a punishment, Mom." "Mmm," she purred. "Consider yourself grounded, then. No television, no video games, restricted phone use. In fact, you are confined to bed for the duration of your vacation." Peter grinned and lifted his hips once more. Tanya braced herself with both hands on his chest and shook her head. Her long hair swirled around her. "Sounds good, Mom," Peter said. "I think someone here is still a little overdressed, though." Tanya looked down at her bra-encased tits and raised an eyebrow in Peter's direction. "Oh? Did you want me to take this off? Did you want to see your mother's big titties?" Peter groaned. He could hardly believe his mother was talking like this. Then again, she had also given him the best blowjob of his short life, so language was hardly the most shocking thing about this Christmas Eve. "Okay, then," Tanya said. "Are you ready, Bun-Bun?" She reached behind her to fiddle with the hooks. Peter nodded. "I've been ready since puberty, Mom." Tanya paused. "Really? How long have you... thought about us like this?" "I don't think I have ever not thought about this. When I was little, I wanted to marry you. When I got older, and understood what that meant, I still wanted it. I wanted to be here in this bed with you, loving you." He swallowed. "Inside you. Fucking you." Tanya looked down at her son wonderingly. On some level, perhaps, she had known. Maybe that was why she had kept her emotional distance from Greg. Some part of her had been waiting for this moment as well. Something hidden, deep and dark inside her, something triggered just the day before, but no less powerful than her son's hunger. She realized that her need for him was more than physical, more than carnal, more than maternal. Home for the Holidays She unhooked her bra and let the straps start to fall down her shoulders. She caught the cups before the garment fell away completely. Peter's monologue hid another question in it, one that Tanya let settle into the back of her mind, but primarily served to further inflame the heat between her legs. The primal need to have him inside her, mating with her, fucking her. She threw the bra aside. Peter gasped. He looked up in adoration at his mother's huge breasts. He always knew she was well endowed, and thought he was prepared for their absolute perfection, but he was not. Large, oblong, ghostly pale, they hung low on her chest due more to sheer weight that anything else. But they were perfectly formed, the right one slightly larger than the left, each one capped by a massive pink areola and a hardened nipple almost as thick around as the last digit on Peter's little finger. His mouth actually began to drool as he looked up at his mother's breasts. They rose and fell as she breathed deeply, swaying enticingly on her chest, almost beckoning him. With an animal moan of pure lust, Peter reached up and placed both hands one either side of Tanya's breasts. Gently he squeezed them together, mimicking the support of her bra, creating a line of cleavage between them, and making her nipples puff out even more prominently. Tanya sighed in delight. Her son's hands on her tits made her feel even more wild and sexy than before. She had irrationally worried that he would not be happy with them, that they sagged too much, or her nipples were too big, but the wide eyed look of pure delight and arousal that Peter wore put all her fears to rest. She put her hands over his and held them, pressing his palms and fingers into her smooth, soft skin. He looked up finally, into her eyes, and smiled. "Magnificent," he breathed. His fingers closed over her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, feeling their heft and size. Peter marveled, even as his hips rose and fell, lifting his mother up and down slightly. Tanya leaned down, her breasts falling away from her chest and swinging over Peter's face. Holding them in both hands, he kissed each nipple, sucking lightly, and dragged his tongue around the circumference of each areola. He pressed his face between them and inhaled her scent. His cock jumped and squirted precum onto his belly. Tanya reached between them and grasped her son's hardness with both hands. Once more she levered him upright, pointing straight, and this time she lifted her hips a little bit. She aimed his bulbous cockhead at the entrance of her pussy and slowly settled down. Each of them were so completely lubricated that his big cockhead slid between her lips effortlessly. Both froze, gasping, as a shiver of ecstasy passed through them both simultaneously. Peter released her breasts and found her lips. He kissed her passionately as Tanya began to inch her hips downward, swallowing her son, feeling his thick powerful cock glide through her inner folds, driving inexorably into her very core. Heat and moisture enveloped Peter. He found it hard to breathe. His mind focused on the sensations of his cock sliding into his mother's soaking wet pussy. He had never had unprotected sex before, never plunged without a condom into a woman. He wasn't sure he'd ever accept that limitation again. This was almost too much pleasure, too much sensation. "Skin to skin, it's the best way," Peter whispered into his mother's ear, just as she settled on to him completely, and her clit flattened against his pubis. The physical, psychological, and emotional impacts took their full toll at that moment, and Tanya climaxed immediately. Her pussy clamped down hard around her son's invading cock, as an explosion of light went off in her head and pelvis and her body shook upon him. Her heavy tits swayed against his chest, her thighs convulsed against his hips, her hands tightened claw-like on his shoulders. And she howled in ecstasy. "Peeeeteerrrrr," she moaned, unable to contain herself. He held her, marveling at the lushness and fullness of her body, her soft yielding form going rigid in his arms as her climax tore through her. Peter flexed his cock inside her, which made her howl some more, and then with a grin, he gripped her child-bearing hips and began to raise his own upward once again, driving into her spasming pussy. Tanya shook like a ragdoll atop him, but her hips quickly found the rhythm and responded in kind, fucking back to him as he fucked into her. She felt full. Pleasantly full. Perfectly full, for the first time in perhaps ever. Sex with Greg had never been like this, had never been driven by the same insatiable need. Peter's cock fit her so divinely, as if he was made for her. Not too big, certainly not small, with just a slight curve that made his cockhead drag along her G-spot as it drove into her. She wasn't sure she would ever stop coming. She wasn't sure she wanted it to stop. Tanya's long hair fell across Peter's face. He felt her sweat drip onto his own moistened brow. He grinned up at her, enjoying the glassy look of lust in her eyes. More than anything, his mother deserved to be happy, deserved to enjoy the physical pleasure she had been denied for so long. He was just proud to be the one privileged to deliver it. He wanted to make her come and come and come again, to enjoy this too much to ever give it up. Because he knew he could never give her up. Still, in his heart of hearts, he had the fantasy of a six year old boy: to marry his mother, whom he loved above all. But that was for later. Now he needed to give her the fucking of a lifetime. He just hoped he could hold on long enough. The blowjob had blunted his need for release, but he knew he couldn't last too much longer. He was inside his mother, bare flesh against bare flesh, driving his steely cock into her depths, realizing a dream that he had no business dreaming. "Mom," Peter moaned into her throat. "You have to - I'm getting close, I'm going to-" Tanya slammed her hips into Peter's one last time and then slid off of him, leaving his cock standing upright, slick with their combined juices, throbbing hungrily. Her pussy felt empty, deprived. How she wished she could let him finish inside her. Moving with lust-driven speed, Tanya rolled off of Peter and slid down the bed. She gripped the slickened base of Peter's cock with one hand and wrapped her full lips around the head, just as he cried out and climaxed again. Thick wads of sperm-rich semen jetted from his cockhead, coating her tonsils, painting her mouth white. Tanya nearly choked, this time out of surprise. His second orgasm was just as thick and heavy as the first. She almost let him go to spray wildly, but she was determined to swallow every drop. Gamely she held on to his bucking, throbbing prick as it shot load after load into her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but her cheeks still swelled up as she fought to contain her son's jism. She slurped and sucked, moaning involuntarily with eyes closed and nostrils flaring as he emptied himself into her mouth for a second time. "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom," Peter gasped with each flex of his mighty cock, as another thick rope of sperm sprayed from his cockhead and down her throat. He fell back, aftershocks shivering through his powerful frame, his cock still hard in Tanya's hands. The last few spurts splattered across her tongue. She swallowed, proceeding to lick her juices off his still-rampant tool. "You're going to spoil me," Tanya said, marveling at his stamina. "I can't help it, Mom," Peter said, reaching out to grasp her hand. "You're the only woman who has ever done this to me." He sat up, hard dick bouncing between his legs, and pulled his mother to him, crushing her to his chest. He kissed her, passionately, fervently, ardently. "I've lost track of how many times you've made me come," Tanya admitted. "Let's go for a few more, then, what do you say?" Peter suggested with a salacious smile. He gently maneuvered her onto her back and nudged her legs apart with his knees. This was a dangerous position, Tanya well knew. But she trusted Peter. Trusted him as she had never trusted another man, or ever would. She smiled up at him and reached out to embrace him as he slid between her legs. His long, thick cock slid across her belly. His hips sawed back. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, just as his cockhead nudged against her pussy lips. He slid in easily. Just like that, she was full of Peter's cock again. With his mouth locked on hers, her upper lip captured between his lips, he began to savagely fuck her. He slammed into her, again and again. Deeper and deeper, driving into her. His energy invigorated her. She could hardly believe he had this much in reserve, after ejaculating rivers of cum into her mouth twice in less than an hour. Tanya marveled at her son's stamina with a mixture of lust and pride. He felt so good inside her, so natural, sounding her depths, his thick cock a perfect fit for her matronly pussy. Peter reached down to grip his mother's thighs and spread her legs further. She arched her back, pulling out of his kiss, and proved how flexible she still was. She folded her legs back and back until her knees were pressed against her tits and hooked her calves on Peter's broad shoulders. She reached backward to hold the headboard as Peter really began to fuck into her now. He pummeled her with his cock. So many delicious feelings washed over her. Tanya felt as if every single nerve ending she possessed was alive and electrified. Her body shook with each impact as Peter slammed into her, grunting with the effort, his arms straining and sweat flying from his head. She felt her crest begin to rise once more. Reaching between them, she found her clit and teased it with her fingertips. Her pussy clamped down hard on Peter's pistoning prick as she shivered and shook, nearly overcome by another toe-curling orgasm. Through gritted teeth and tears of lust and joy, Tanya managed to say, "Love you, Peter." "Love you, Mom," Peter said, voice straining, and then with a groan he pulled out of her spasming pussy, leaving her bereft once more. Tanya dropped her legs, splitting them wide, suddenly inspired to do something deliciously naughty. "On my tits, baby!" she cried. "Cum on your mother's tits!" Peter scrambled into position on the bed, half straddling Tanya, he grabbed his engorged cock and aimed it towards his mother as she sat up, cupping her huge breasts and looking adoringly at the thick hardness before her. The small eye winked, and a thick rope of pearly white jism spiraled from the opening, directly onto Tanya's upraised tits. She watched, fascinated, as Peter crouched over her, moaning as his cock throbbed and bucked in his hand, emptying his balls on her chest. Thick sprays of sperm-laden semen splattered across her pale flesh, coating her in a fine layer of pearly white. A lake formed on her upper chest, while trails of the pudding-like substance dripped down each breast and pooled on her nipples. She counted to twelve as each beat of Peter's heart sent another impossibly potent rope of cum to splatter onto her. At thirteen, the last few drops fell upon her decorated chest, splashing obscenely. Peter huffed, stood over her, admiring his handiwork. "Jesus, Mom, you look gorgeous. You look frosted with cum." He breathed heavily. "I didn't know I had it in me." With a wicked gleam in her eye, Tanya reached out to grip her son's slowly softening phallus. She pulled him down closer and dragged the angry purple head through her sodden cleavage, until it was coated with his cum. Then she brought it to her lips and slurped every drop away. Tanya licked her lips. She looked at the sea of semen on her chest, and thought about what her son had said earlier. And that she was only 37. But again, that could wait. She scooped up a fingerful of cum and fed it to herself. "As soon as the roads clear," she said, using her other hand to clean her nipple, "I am seeing a doctor. Birth control pills, IUD, whatever." She sucked her cum laden finger between her full lips, shuddering at the sweet, salty tang of her son's cum. "As soon as possible, I want to feel that gorgeous cock of yours firing off inside me instead of on me." Peter collapsed on her side, watching her feed on his jism. "I can't wait," Peter said. "In the meantime, though, this looks pretty damn hot." Tanya turned bright pink, even after everything that had happened, with two fingers in her mouth and her other hand cupping a breast, scooping up more cum. She hadn't even realized what she was doing. Her actions had been completely automatic. "You don't think this is a bit slutty?" she said, removing her fingers from her mouth. "Of course it is," Peter said, reaching out to trail a few fingers through her cleavage. He lifted them up to her lips, and she licked his cum from them. "That's what makes it so hot." She smiled self-consciously, kissed his fingertips, and shifted in the bed. "I'm glad you like it. But right now I'm feeling a little embarrassed. I think I'll go clean up." Peter sat back, slightly chagrinned. "You don't have to, Mom. You look beautiful. Honest." Tanya's answering smile was less hesitant than the last. "Thank you, Bub-Bun. But I'm still going to go clean up." "Okay," he said. He settled back on the bed, naked and gorgeous, his cock already starting to wake up. Tanya shook her head as she slid on to the floor. The resiliency of youth. She was looking forward to testing that to the fullest. She looked back once, over her shoulder, seeing him watching her with a look of utter admiration and adoration, and it made her giggle like a schoolgirl and scurry to the bathroom. Tanya found a towel and wipe her chest down, then used a washcloth and some soap to clean herself up. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting the smudged mascara and lipstick, the lovebites everywhere, the puffiness of her nipples and the redness around her pussy. But she was also glowing, with the vitality of a woman who had been well fucked. She smiled at her reflection for the first time in years. Her son loved her, loved her body, loved to make love to her. Heart swelling with emotion, Tanya hurried back to the bedroom, striking a dramatic and hopefully sexy pose in the doorway. Only to find Peter sound asleep. Tanya chuckled ruefully to herself. "Resiliency of youth, indeed," she muttered under her breath. He looked so young and peaceful lying in her bed, the covers pulled up to his waist, arms flung out along her side. She padded naked to the bed and slid under the covers, nuzzling her lush, long body against her son's hard, muscular one. She felt him stir slightly, one arm wrapping itself around her possessively. Tanya kissed her son on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Peter," she whispered. She turned out the light. Home For The Holidays My friend Karl was telling me about this unique place on the internet, where people write erotic and sexually explicit stories; some are fiction while others are true tales from people's lives. It sounded like an interesting concept so I decided to share a few experiences I've had. I was driving home from college for Thanksgiving one year, heading back to my parents' house on the Wednesday evening before the big day. Going to school in another state, some five hours away, made it difficult to get home for all but the most special occasions. I had also taken a good-paying job near college during the summer to make some much-needed money so I hadn't seen my family since the previous Christmas holidays. I was looking forward to spending some time chilling out and catching up with what the rest of our family had been up to. Just as I turned the corner onto my folks' street, I noticed my sister's car stopping by the curb in front of their house. Chrissy is a year older than I and attended a different college about a four hour drive in the opposite direction from my school. Needless to say, we hadn't seen each other in a long time and, as I parked my car and got out, she ran over and threw her arms around me. "Hey, Danny, how's my little brother? You're looking really good," she said. Her hands were clasped together behind my neck as she leaned back to look in my eyes and flash me a wide smile. It wasn't too cool this fall day in Connecticut and Chrissy was wearing just a light pullover sweater and a pair of snug jeans. "I'm doing okay, Chrissy," I replied, "you're looking really fine yourself." Indeed, my sister had grown into a beautiful girl with a slim body, fairly large breasts for her frame, and long shapely legs. Her straight auburn hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her chestnut brown eyes sparkled in the Autumn sun. She looked into my car and asked, "What, you didn't bring a girlfriend home for the weekend?" "Nah, I've been dating a few girls but nothing serious. Besides, I have enough problems maintaining my grades without having to worry about keeping a girlfriend happy. What about you?" As we grabbed our bags from the cars, Chrissy admitted that she too was not seriously involved with anyone. "Most of the guys in school are such losers," she said, "and all the nice ones want to do is get laid all the time." I looked up and wondered where THAT train of thought was going as my mom opened the front door and stepped out to greet us. Dad followed close behind as we all hugged and then stepped into the house. It was then that I noticed my grandparents on my mother's side sitting in the living room. As we approached, they got up to greet us. I was a little surprised to see them since they had moved to Florida a few years earlier. "Grandma and Grandpa are going to spend the Thanksgiving holidays with us this year, kids," my mother said, "they'll actually be up for two whole weeks. "Danny, I figured they could sleep in your old room," mom added, "would you mind sleeping on the fold-out sofabed in the living room?" It really didn't matter to me and I told her so. "But Danny," Chrissy said, "it will be so noisy in the living room. You won't be able to go to bed until everyone else has turned in and then, you'll be woken up early as everyone moves about in the morning." Chrissy was probably right but I really couldn't ask my grandparents to sleep in the living room either. "Well, I don't mind... besides, there's really no other choice, is there?" "Sure, there is," she added, "why don't you share my room with me? The queen-size bed is plenty big enough and I promise I won't snore." Mom was quick to speak up, "Chrissy, you can't share your bed with your brother. You're a... well, I mean..." "Mom, don't be so worried. Danny and I made it through... how many years without killing each other? I doubt he's going attack me if that's what you're thinking." Everyone was kind of laughing by now as mom said, "Honey, of course I don't think he's going to attack you; I just didn't think it was a good idea. If you two don't mind sharing the room, then go ahead... you're both big enough to decide for yourselves." I looked at Chrissy as she turned to put her things in her room. "Come on Danny, put that stuff in here and let's get a drink... that long drive has worked up a thirst and I could use a cold brew." We put our things away and had a couple of beers as mom and grandma busied themselves in the kitchen preparing various side dishes for the next day's big dinner. Dad and grandpa were asking Chrissy and I questions about school and all we'd been up to; in a few hours, I was ready for some sleep. I excused myself and grabbed some flannel lounging pants and a tee shirt to sleep in, changed in the bathroom and jumped into bed. A short time later, I heard Chrissy come in the room and ruffle through her things for something to sleep in. There was a little night light she had plugged in the wall receptacle by the door, to keep us from walking into anything during the night. By the dim light, I could see her taking off her sweater and jeans. She grabbed a long tee shirt and placed it on the edge of the bed; she then slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and slid the catch around to her front so she could unhook it. As she removed her bra, I could see her large tits silhouetted against the dim nightlight behind her. She placed her hands under her breasts and held them up, rubbing them all around; I guess it felt good being freed from the confines of that tight bra. "God", I thought to myself, "what a pair of tits!" She pulled the tee shirt down over her head; it was very long and covered her bottom so, even if she had no panties on, you couldn't really tell. I was on the right side of the bed and she lifted the sheet and blanket and got in on the left side. She thought I might be asleep so she was trying to be quiet and not move around too much. The problem was, as soon as she got under the covers, she turned to her left side and pulled most of the covers off me. I laid there motionless for a few minutes, wondering if I'd be cold without the blankets, before realizing that the temperature was falling and mom and dad always kept the thermostat lower during the night to save oil. I was going to have to try and grab some of the covers back. I waited until I thought Chrissy was asleep and then gently pulled on the covers to try and get enough to keep me warm. After a few futile attempts, Chrissy spoke up and said, "what are you DOING?" "I'm just trying to get some of the covers," I replied," you took them all when you turned and it's pretty cold in here." "Oh, I'm sorry; here...is that better?" She replied, loosening up some of the blanket and nudging it toward me. "Actually, no... are these the right sheets and blanket for this bed?" I asked. "Hummm... maybe not. I think they might be for that double bed we used to have. Mom must have grabbed the wrong ones as she prepared the room for me. How about if you turn on your side like I am, and snuggle close... that should allow the blankets to cover us both," she added. I did as Chrissy suggested and, sure enough, the covers now reached around us both. The problem was that I was now touching the full length of my sister's body...her back, butt and legs... with the front of my body. I also had nowhere else to put my hands and arms but on her shoulders and back; this close contact with her warm body and the scent of her perfume was quickly giving me a huge hard on. It was only a matter of time before I heard Chrissy say, "Mmmmm...what's that thing poking me in my butt, Bro?" "Uh, I can't help it Chrissy, you know what it is." "Well, neither one of us will get any sleep until that's gone... why don't you take care of it so it goes down and we'll both be more comfortable; don't you think?" Chrissy and I had always talked frankly about sex when we were growing up but this was a little different. "Take care of it? What do you suppose I do with it? Whack it off with you lying right next to me?" I asked. "What, are you embarrassed? It's no big deal... just DO it and get it over with so it will go soft." "Don't be ridiculous, I can't jerk off with my sister lying right next to me," I said, as Chrissy peeled the covers away from her body and turned to face me. "Well, if you're not going to do it, I will," she said, unbuttoning the fly on my pants and pulling my cock out. "Wha...what are you DOING, Chrissy?" Chrissy leaned on her side next to me, supporting herself with her right arm as she began to move her other hand up and down the length of my rock hard prick. "Wow, Danny, this is HUGE! I had no idea..." She leaned over to dribble some saliva onto my shaft as her hand continued to stroke me. I was speechless and confused; how could I allow my sister to fondle my erection? And yet, it felt so good, I couldn't ask her to stop. I was so hard and the feeling was intensifying; at that point, all I wanted to do was shoot my load. "You're my sister... I can't believe you're doing this, Chrissy." "Believe it Danny," she replied, "it will make you feel better and allow us both to get some sleep... it's a big day tomorrow, you know." I grabbed her long, flowing hair in my hand and held it aside so I could see a drop of precum oozing out the slit on the head of my cock; I began to feel my orgasm building inside. "Chrissy, you're making me feel soooo good. I get the feeling you're enjoying this, too." My sister just looked at me and, in the dim light illuminating the room, I could see her grinning. I barely made out the large dark round spots surrounding her nipples, through the thin fabric of her tee shirt and reached out with my right hand to touch her swaying tits. She made no attempt to stop me as I squeezed and rubbed her huge jugs and I was moments away from ejaculating. "It's going to get pretty messy in here in a few seconds, you know. I'm about to shoot my load all over the place... are there any tissues nearby?" "No, but I'll take care of it... are you ready to cum?" "Yes," I answered, "you're hand feels so great, squeezing and pulling... you're making me so hard. I'm going to explode... right... NOW!" At that, Chrissy leaned over and took the head of my cock in her mouth. For a moment, she even took her hand away and bobbed her head up and down, sucking me like no one had ever done before. Her hot mouth encompassed the full length of my shaft and made me feel like I was deep inside a vagina. At last, I felt it erupt; I was shooting my load into my sister's mouth!. Chrissy held the head of my cock with her lips right behind the glans, sucking while her hand continued jerking up and down the shaft. I could feel each jet of cum spurting into my sister's throat as she milked me dry and the dizzying sensation began to subside. My beautiful sister had just given me the hand and blow job of my life and she didn't let a drop touch the bedsheets. She didn't stop until my cock was softening and I began to catch my breath. "Omygod, Chrissy... that was unbelieveable! You sucked me dry." "No problem, Danny," she whispered, "now maybe we can get some sleep." I was still trying to comprehend what had just occurred as we returned to our previous space-saving position and pulled the covers around us. I was careful to keep a little more space between us this time and actually fell asleep very quickly. I was awakened a short time later by the rhythmic shaking motion of the bed. I opened my eyes slowly and wondered what was happening. "What's going on?" I softly asked, thinking that Chrissy must be awake. "Oh, I'm sorry if I woke you Danny, but I got so aroused bringing you off. My pussy was just begging to be touched and I had to take care of it so I could get back to sleep." I said, "Would you like me to do that for you? I mean, I do kind of owe you big time." "Well... if you wouldn't mind..." Chrissy rolled toward me onto her back and I reached over to rub her pussy through her panties; they were soaking wet from the cunt juice she had released by messaging herself. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties and felt, for the first time, the smooth, warm and silky skin of my sister's snatch. Her legs parted slightly as I rubbed all around her mound and spread her cunt lips apart so I could insert my middle finger into her canal. She turned her head toward mine and, for the first time, I kissed my sister passionately, on the lips. Our mouths opened wide as our tongues flicked back and forth, our hot, damp breath becoming one and the same. In the soft glow of the nightlight, I saw her lift her tee shirt up and begin rubbing her breasts. I bent down and placed my mouth over her right tit and started sucking on her nipple; it grew to be very large and hard. Chrissy was now moaning low and she was humping her pelvis against my hand. I knew she was getting close to cumming and I dipped another finger into her hole. It was so wet by now and her legs open so wide, I couldn't help myself... I had to taste some of that nectar for myself. I stopped sucking on her tit and slid down the length of the bed until I could see that beautiful muff, dripping pussy juice down to her ass. I moved over her outstretched leg and kneeled down, dropping my head between her thighs, spreading her labia with my right hand and placing my mouth squarely over her wet slit. My tongue reached into her cunt as far as it would go and I continued rubbing her clit with my left hand. Chrissy's moaning became deeper and, at last, she pushed her pelvis into my face and groaned, "ohhhhhh... Danny, I'm cumming, baby, don't stop." Chrissy released so much pussy juice that my face was dripping wet. When, at last she stopping shaking, I heard her whisper, "Come up here, Danny." I scooted up close to her, lying between her outstretched legs and looked down at her angelic face. Her eyes were barely open as she purred, "Kiss me again, Danny." I was on top of her now, kissing those puffy and very hot lips as our tongues intertwined and I let my saliva mingle with hers. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. It was then that we both realized I had another hard on and it was pushing right against her cunt. "Hummm, it looks like we'll have to relieve that tension again, Danny," she whispered in my ear. "Take those pants off." I lifted my body off her just enough to slide the pants down and off my legs. By the time I was done, Chrissy had grabbed my stiff prick and was inserting it into her wet pussy. She raised her knees up and spread her legs further as I thrust forward and easily slid into her love tunnel. By now, it didn't matter anymore to either of us that we were brother and sister; we both just wanted to enjoy this lustful moment completely. I humped my sister slowly, savoring the feeling of my hard cock sliding in and out of her juicy, snug cunt. I could feel the pressure building and knew that with a few more strokes, I'd be filling my sister with my seed. "Ohhh... I'm going to cum again, Danny... are you close?" "Yeah, but... what about... I mean... I don't have a rubber on," I reminded her. "Don't worry about it," she replied, "cum inside me." "Oh, you're on the pill, then?" "Why, wouldn't you like to knock your big sister up?" "CHRISSY!" I almost shouted. "Oh, stop worrying, Danny... just FUCK me. Fill me with your hot cream and push that sperm up inside my belly " By now, I had been sliding my hard cock in and out of that wet snatch and I didn't need any further encouragement; I was ready to explode again. I really didn't want to get my sister pregnant but I also didn't think she'd be stupid enough to let me. At any rate, my mind was reeling with the heady feeling of another approaching orgasm and Chrissy was moving her ass back and forth, side to side, doing everything she could to make me shoot my load inside her. At last, I did... the ropes of cum pumped deep inside my sister's pussy, splashing against her vaginal walls as she too reached her climax. Her tight cunt muscles squeezed out whatever semen was left inside me until we both lay motionless, totally exhausted. A few hours later, I awoke from the chill in the room and the fact that neither of us had covered ourselves after our sex session. I had to take a leak so I got up and went to the bathroom. Upon reentering Chrissy's room, I decided to check the closet and found another blanket we could use. I guess I should have done that right from the start. Or NOT! Home for the Holidays Your time in Iraq is finally over and you get to come back to the States. You'll be home in time to enjoy Christmas with your family, and your weary soldier's heart lifts at the thought. Your plane was scheduled to land in Charlotte, where you'd board a commuter flight home. However, an hour before landing, you discover that a snowstorm has dumped eight inches of snow over the western part of the Carolinas and your flight's been diverted to Raleigh-Durham. You are understandably disappointed, but determined to make the best of the situation. You hate just sitting around the airport, so you grab your bags, rent a car and decide to do a bit of exploring and shopping. You'll be here at least overnight, so might as well make the best of it. You hop in the car and hit the interstate, heading one town over to go shopping. Despite the fact you know I live in that town, you're determined to fight the temptation and not look me up. You get to the mall and walk around a bit. But everything you see seems to be taunting you, reminding you of this woman who gave you such pleasure during a dark, dirty time. When you get near center court, you see the tall Christmas tree in the center, but then it barely registers as your eyes take in the display at Victoria's Secret. You see one mannequin wearing a white chemise, another one wearing a dark green camisole/tap pants ensemble. You remember these pictures and think, Why not just call her and say hi, since I'm here? You find a phone book and call my number. I'm surprised and delighted to hear your voice on the other end. "Where are you?" I ask. You tell me you're at the mall, and it happens to be the one near me. My head swims as I realize that you're that close to me. When you hear my voice, you feel a familiar tightening in your groin. When I tell you that I'm less than a mile away from you, that tightening turns into a full-fledged erection. I invite you to come see me, since you're so close. A few minutes later, there's a knock on my door. I open it, greeting you with a huge welcoming smile. "Come in," I say, and you enter. I'm a little embarrassed at how rough I look. You've caught me in a t-shirt and sweats, my hair in a ponytail, and no make-up on. My face is pink from cooking and the impromptu dance I'd just done in the living room to Elvis's "Blue Christmas." The scents of pine, spices and chocolate chip cookies hits you. You caught me in the middle of baking a batch of cookies. Still, my embarrassment is quickly forgotten as I take you in with my eyes. My gaze savors you, and our eyes lock... whiskey brown meeting your gorgeous green. My breasts rise and fall as my breathing quickens slightly. Your nostrils flare and your pupils dilate when you notice how excited I'm getting. You get harder, but you're determined to go slow, to let me lead in this dance. I lead you into the living room, which is dominated by a fresh spruce loaded with ornaments. You sit down on the love seat, and I disappear into the kitchen and come back with two mugs of mulled cider and a plate of chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven. I sit down beside you, and we make small talk. You tell me about your flight home, I tell you about my plans for the week. You pretend not to notice my hard nipples pressing against my t-shirt; I pretend not to notice the very large bulge in the front of your pants. The air is thick with sexual tension. Our eyes lock over our mugs, and as one, we set our mugs down and fall into each other's arms. Months of fantasies have led up to this one moment in time. Our lips meet, not in a tentative kiss, but in a passionate embrace that causes heat to flare through both of us. There is nothing between us but heat and desire. The scents of the holidays underscore the more potent scents of man and woman, skin and musk. Our tongues glide silkily against each other; occasionally our teeth hit in our frenzy to taste as much of each other as possible. Our hands fumble with each other's clothes. You rip my tshirt off over my head, and as it comes off, the scrunchie holding my hair up goes with it; I pop a few of your buttons in my haste to get your shirt off, and they go flying across the room. You feel my hands on your chest. My fingers tunnel through your hair until they find your sensitive nipples. My thumb and forefinger roll your nipple between them, gently tugging as my tongue thrusts in your mouth, full of promise. A low groan comes out of you, and I swallow it. You capture my hand and guide it down to the hard ridge behind your fly. I cup you through the cloth, letting the heel of my hand caress you. I feel you get harder under my hand, and get wetter knowing I'm the cause of it. Your pants are the next to go. You feel the zipper rasp down over your cock. I pull your pants down and he greets me, standing proudly at attention. You feel my hand wrap around him right before you feel my breath on him. I kneel on the floor in front of you and work you with my hand a bit. My soft skin caresses him, up and down. As my hand caresses you, my mouth gradually gets closer to you. Your member is throbbing, hard, craving my hot mouth. You can feel my warm breath against your swollen head. It jerks and I feel your head bump my lips. I'm savoring your musky scent and that one touch makes me crave your taste as much as you're craving my mouth. I slowly ease my mouth down over your cock. You feel my hot mouth slowly envelop it. You feel my tongue against the bottom of him, my teeth very gently scraping him. He grows bigger in my mouth, and I can taste the saltiness of your precome. That one taste drives me crazy, and I start sucking you harder. You feel the pull of my mouth on your member, drawing you deeper in. The draw and release of my mouth on you drives you closer to the edge. My hand reaches up and gently grasps your tight balls. I test their size and weight in my hand, rolling them around like harmony balls, gently rubbing them. While my hand massages your balls, my mouth continues to draw you deeper inside. You're still feeling the draw-release rhythm of my mouth around your penis, but now I'm taking you even deeper, your head against the back of my throat. Your balls grow even tighter in my hand, and your cock's throbbing is more insistent in my mouth. Your hands grab my head, your fingers tangling in my long brown hair. A lock escapes and drapes across the top of your thigh, right near your groin. You can feel its silkiness as my hair mingles with the hair at the base of your shaft. Your cock is throbbing unrelentingly in my mouth. You hold my head in place as you make love to my mouth. Your whole body tenses a second before your come erupts. Explosion after explosion of hot come squirts down my throat. I swallow every drop and continue to suck you, making sure to get every last little bit. You relax against the back of the loveseat. I come back up to sit beside you. You grab the back of my head and our lips meet in another passionate kiss. You can taste your come mixed with my own taste as we kiss. Temporarily sated, we sit beside each other, your arm around me. We watch the flames dance in the fireplace as we sip our cider. I'm nestled close to your side, and my hand aimlessly starts caressing your chest. You hand drops down off my shoulder and finds my full, soft breast. Your fingers feel the rosy brown nipple pucker from your attention. Heat shoots down to my already wet pussy. I look up at you and say, "Let's go upstairs." I lead you by the hand down the hallway to the stairs. As I go up in front of you, your eyes watch the sway of my ass, barely covered by my red silk panties. You can faintly smell my musk. I look over my shoulder at you, my eyes full of promise. You see my bed, a cherry four-poster with its jewel-toned comforter. Yet, to your surprise, I lead you past the bed and straight to the bathroom. I bend over to start a bath for you. My ass is sticking up in the air, inviting, enticing. As I turn around to get the bubble bath, I catch you stroking your hard cock, your eyes glazed with desire once again. You blush a little at being caught stroking yourself, and I feel myself get even more turned on that you find me that desirable. I invite you to get into the tub. You climb in, and after taking my panties off, I climb in right behind you, my legs on either side of yours. I grab the soap and my scrubby and start washing your back. You feel the silky soap and the roughness of the nylon scrubby against your skin. As I take the scrubby around to wash your chest, you can feel my breasts pressed against your back. You've also started noticing the trimmed hair of my bush against your ass. I drop the scrubby in the tub and let my soapy hands caress you. I run them over your chest, paying particular attention to your nipples. My hands continue down, over your stomach and down to your rock hard shaft. My left hand grasps your cock, carefully going up... down... back up... back down. As I do that, my right hand takes hold of your balls, massaging them once more. I'm not ready for you to come right now though; I've got so much more planned for you. I rinse you off and we get out of the tub. As we stand next to each other on the bathmat, I dry you off. As I kneel in front of you to dry off your legs and feet, your jutting member catches my cheek. I look up at you with a playful smile and give it one hard suck before getting up and running into the bedroom. You give chase, and I scamper across the bed. You almost catch me, but just as you make the edge of the bed and are ready to drag me into it, I surprise you by pushing you backwards. I kneel on the edge of the bed and give you my Mona Lisa smile, the one that reveals nothing and promises everything. I take your left foot in my hand, lifting it. I massage it, running my thumbs along the bottom of your foot, from the toes down to the heel, slightly increasing the pressure against the arch of your foot. I take my thumb and forefinger and gently pinch your heel, working up your Achilles' tendon. You feel your whole body begin to relax. Then I shoot you another mischievous grin as I lift your foot higher. I suck your big toe into my mouth, drawing it in deep. I notice your cock jerk, and your hand slowly, lazily begins to stroke it. I'm heady with my power over you, how excited I'm making you. I wonder how many times in the past months you've thought of me and masturbated in the still darkness of your room. My tongue darts between your big toe and your second toe, mimicking the thrusts of your cock that will come later. I put that foot down and pick up your other foot. I give it the same treatment, massaging the ball of your foot, the arch, the heel. I run my tongue along the bottom of your toes, letting it dart between them every so often. You groan low in your throat from the pleasure. While I'm sucking your toes, my thumbs are making small circles on your arch and heel. I put your foot down and start kissing up your leg. I kiss the back of your calf. I tongue your knee pit, creating a tickle-turn on effect. My soft red lips kiss up the inside of your thigh, and you can feel my silky hair against your balls. You can feel my breath against your cock as my mouth continues upward. I plant French kisses all along your shaft, from the base to the tip, sucking on your head before my mouth continues up, over your belly, tonguing your belly button, before continuing up to your chest. You feel my breasts against either side of your cock, the hard nipples brushing your groin. My mouth persists in its journey, and my tongue trails up your sternum, then I kiss over to your nipple. I lick it, then give it gentle nibbles before licking it again. I draw it between my lips, gently sucking on it, my tongue flicking it. Your thick, hard, throbbing cock is pressed intimately against my belly, so close to paradise, yet not quite there. As my mouth finds your other nipple, you feel the moist heat of my tongue, the gentle abrasion of my teeth. Then you're aware of the hot tug of my lips on it, desire shooting straight down to your cock. I continue kissing up your chest, to your muscular neck, your jaw and finally finding your lips. My mouth teases yours, brushing against it once, twice. You can feel my hot wet pussy against your throbbing cock, the trim hairs moist with my juices. I rotate my hips so that your head is right on my slit, hovering in the entrance. Our eyes meet as I slowly impale myself onto you, taking you inch by inch. You've waited too long as it is, had to endure my teasing through the bath, the toe sucking and the long, wet journey my mouth took up your body, and you can't wait another moment to feel all of you in me. You grab my hips and push me down on your cock as your hips thrust up. I gasp with surprise at this move, and my head falls back. I let out a long moan of ecstasy at how right, how perfect our bodies fit together. I brace my hands on your chest and start riding you. You grab my ass, a hand on each cheek, and guide the rhythm. My juices run down your shaft, over your balls. I can feel your cock growing harder and thicker inside of me as your come builds up and you get ready to come. I feel so incredibly full with you. My hard clit grinds against your groin as I continue riding you, taking you deeper into me every time. As my orgasm tears through me with a mind-blowing intensity, you spew hot come deep inside my sheath. My pussy tightens and convulses around your cock and your come explodes inside of me like a cannon. I collapse on top of you, spent, satiated. Your now limp cock comes out of me, contently resting against my wet lips. Our combined juices flow out of me, dripping onto your cock and balls. In a surprise move, you flip me onto my back. I'm too boneless with desire to protest or resist. You lay on top of me, your hands roaming along my body. Your hot mouth wraps around one large rosy brown nipple, tugging it deep into your heat. My back arches and I moan in pleasure. Surely, he can't be ready for another round already, I think. I can now feel our juices dripping down to my ass. You take a finger and spread our juices around my tight rosebud, getting it nice and lubed. Then you slide a finger deep inside my ass as your mouth finds my sensitive clit, already hard and throbbing again. You lick it a few times. You roll your tongue and slide it in my slit, alternating tongue fucking with licking my clit. All the while your finger is gently sliding in and out my backdoor. It's feeling incredible, and I'm feeling another orgasm build. Then all of a sudden, you stop. I let out a little whimper of protest as you place a kiss on my mound before getting out of bed. You walk towards the bedroom door, and the smile you flash at me assures me you definitely have a dark side. As you leave the room, I take the opportunity to admire your fine ass, enjoying the way the muscles in your ass and legs move as you walk. As you walk away, I rub my clit, and a little moan escapes, which you hear on your way to the stairs. I hear your footsteps as you go downstairs and I hear noises from the kitchen. What in the world is he up to, I wonder, as I hear you coming back up the stairs. You reappear with the large metal bowl that the cookie dough is in and a silicone spatula. My eyes darken with renewed lust as I watch you cross back to the bed and I guess what's on your mind. You sit beside me on the bed and set the bowl down. You look on the chest of drawers and grab a couple of silk neckties. You tell me to put my hands over my head. I submit to your authoritative tone and obey you. You knot a tie around each of my wrists, then tie the other ends to the posters at the head of the bed. I'm lying in front of you, wrists bound, the position of my arms causing my breasts to lift and perk. You tell me to spread my legs, and again, I obey you. You notice my wet pussy get wetter, my nipples get harder. Being submissive to such a powerful man excites me. You pick the bowl up and start spreading cookie dough on my breasts, over my belly, and all over my mound. You top my clit with a chocolate chip. The heat from my throbbing clit makes it go soft almost immediately. You teasingly hold the spatula in front of my mouth, letting me have a lick. I can taste a hint of my own juices mixed with the cookie dough, and the combination is incredibly erotic. You seductively slide the spatula between your own lips, licking it clean, before setting it and the bowl aside. You just sit there on your heels beside me, your eyes perusing my body, naked and spread before you, covered with chocolate chip cookie dough from my breasts to my pussy. You slide a finger alongside one breast, picking up a little dough and licking it slowly off your finger. My nipples tighten at the tease of both your touch and your hot mouth sucking your finger. You do the same thing to the other breast, and I moan at the erotic image as I think about how good that mouth feels when it's sucking. You give me another Sith smile and dip your finger into the cookie dough that's on my wet pussy. You bring that finger to my mouth, following it with your own mouth. We both lick the dough off your finger, and the taste of each other and my essence heightens our desire. I nibble my bottom lip as my need for release starts to grow. You go to work on my body in earnest now. You first lick the cookie dough off my breasts. You start by licking the sides and the bottom, everywhere but the nipple. I want so badly to guide your head so that you'll finally suck the nipple into your mouth, but I can't. I writhe against my bonds, moaning, whimpering, pleading for you to take the nipple, but your refusal reminds me that you're in control of my passion this time around. You lick the dough off of my other breast, again licking everything but the nipple. Finally, you have mercy on me and your hot tongue licks across my distended nipple. I arch and groan, hissing out, "Yesssssss" at the exquisite sensation. I watch your tongue flick the cookie dough off your lip as you pull your head back. I nibble my lower lip, wondering when you'll get to the other nipple. I don't have to wait long before your mouth descends, capturing the dough-covered nipple. Oh God! It feels so good, and I feel myself getting wetter. My breasts now clean of cookie dough, you move between my legs, spreading them wider. You place your hands on the backs of my knees, gently pushing them back towards my shoulders. My dough-covered pussy is wide open before you, wet and inviting. Your eyes turn a darker shade of green and you smile at me, a smile full of wicked promise. The combined scents of chocolate, vanilla and my musk rise up to meet you, and you feel lightheaded, intoxicated by the fragrance. I feel your hot breath against my waiting flesh a moment before your mouth finds it. You first nibble the chip off my clit, sucking the dough off. My hips buck to your mouth, and a small scream of pleasure escapes me. You sit back a little, licking chocolate off your mouth and grinning at my enthusiastic response. Your mouth descends again, and your tongue licks all around my lips, laving up every bit of cookie dough. The blend of my juices and the cookie dough goes straight to your head, and you lick more voraciously, sucking my clit and tonguing my slit. Your tongue licks my wet cunt, drinking up all my juices. I'm arching and bucking for more, biting my lip as I feel my orgasm start rising within me. My head thrashes from side to side, and I'm mindless, begging for release. You slide your little finger into my pussy, getting it lubed with my juices. Suddenly, you thrust two fingers deep into my pussy and your lubed little finger in my backdoor. You suck my clit harder, your tongue pushing back the hood to reveal the even more sensitive flesh beneath. Your fingers find my g-spot, and you massage that as your pinky slides in and out of my ass, your mouth working feverishly on my clit. The feelings are incredible, intense. I'm beyond any kind of coherent thought. Every part of my being is centered on your mouth and fingers and the magic they're creating in my body. I can't so much as moan. I'm reduced to panting, gasping for breath at the intensity. My entire self – body, mind and spirit – is grasping, reaching for the edge of the cliff, wanting to dive over. Then it starts. Home for the Holidays I feel the orgasm start to swell, like a wave building before it crashes onto the beach. Come squirts out of me, flooding your fingers, a little hitting your chin. You lick it up, but more comes out, a little dripping down to my ass where your finger is still riding in and out. I grab at the ties binding me, screaming, panting, gasping, "Oh shit. Oh fuck," over and over. With your free hand, you gently press down right above my mound, letting me feel the increased pressure on my g-spot. My pants and screams continue to rip out of me as your tongue and fingers continue their magical work. Nothing exists for me except this moment and these incredible feelings flowing through me – and you, of course. I have no idea how much time lapses; it could've been a minute, it could've been a small eternity. Finally, spent, I sink into the bed. You slide your fingers out and give me a long lick, from my ass up to my clit, causing a final squirt of come, which you clean up with your tongue. Your eyes dart to the clock on my dresser. Twelve minutes had elapsed from the time I started coming to the time I finally finished. I lay there, gasping for breath, barely able to open my eyes. I feel the bed shift as you get off of it so you can go to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I manage to open my eyes just enough to lustfully watch you walk back towards me, and a lazy grin comes to my lips as I see how hard and ready you are. You untie me. You lie down on your back, and I curl into your side, my head on your shoulder. I look up at you and smile, and you tilt your head to kiss me. I can still smell my scent on your face. I put my head back down and my left hand lazily caresses your chest, my fingers mindlessly, aimlessly tunneling through the hair on your chest. As my fingers get closer to your nipple, you grab my hand, stopping its progress. You place a kiss on my forehead and whisper, "Shh. Rest now." Contentedly, I settle in beside you and doze off. When I wake up again, the room is dark. A quick look at the clock tells me it's only 6:00 in the evening. I prop my head on my hand and just spend a few minutes looking at you, marveling at the hours we spent loving each other. The fantasies we'd created were phenomenal, but nothing could have prepared us for the reality. You shift a little, and your eyes open to find me looking down at you. A smile lights up your face and I huskily say, "Hi," returning your smile with one of my own. You say, "Hi" back, your sexy tenor voice with its sweet drawl sending ripples of pleasure through me. Lying beside you like this, I remember all the times we talked on the phone, remember how your accent would deepen as you found your pleasure. I bend down to kiss you, and we're quickly consumed by the passion that flares between us again. You gently push me down to my back, and I can feel the hard evidence of your desire against my hip. You rise up just enough to take my nipple into your mouth, coaxing a low moan out of me as the electric surge of pleasure courses through my body. Your hand finds the other breast, squeezing it, tugging gently on the nipple as your mouth sucks its mate. My hand comes up to the back of your head, enjoying the smooth military cut of your light brown hair, relishing in its softness. I arch my back, and my nipple slides further into your mouth, the raspberry-like nipple trapped between your hot tongue and the roof of your mouth. You taste its sweetness, gently nipping it before sucking on it some more. I feel desire settling hot and heavy in my womb, again flooding my pussy, making it ready for your entrance. You roll a little more on top of me, replacing your hand on my breast with your mouth. You draw the tight nipple deep into your mouth. The hard ridge of your member is pressing deeply into my thigh, so close to her, yet still so far away. I press your head a bit closer to my breast, then let my hands slide down your back. As my hands reach your lower back, my legs shift and you move so that you're now fully on top of me, chest to breasts, stomach to stomach, your hard member pressed intimately against my mound. I spread my legs a bit, cradling him in between my thighs. You can feel the moist heat against your cock as your mouth and hand continue to play with my breasts. I bring my legs slowly up, my feet rubbing against the backs of your legs before I wrap my legs around your waist. The head of your cock presses intimately against my slit. I hook my ankles together and lift my hips, taking you into me slowly, seductively. You can feel my wet tight sheath surround all seven inches of your hard cock. Gently, mindful of how tender my pussy is from our hours of lovemaking, you slide in and out. Your hands hold mine above my head, our fingers intertwined. You bend your head down and capture my lips with your own. Our lips touch briefly before our tongues mate. You feel my hot juices bathe your cock as you thrust in and out. The pace is slow, excruciatingly slow. We are completely locked together, closer than two people can be. As my passion for you increases, my hips start moving and lifting, meeting your thrusts in an ageless rhythm. Our pace increases, and my orgasm starts building. You swallow my moans as we continue to kiss, and your kisses become more insistent as you feel my pussy get tighter around your cock. I tear my mouth from yours and squeeze your hands as I climax, my scream of ecstasy echoing off the vaulted ceiling. You place a kiss on my mouth, pull out and tell me to turn over. Instinctively, I know you want me in doggy position, so I roll over and get on all fours. You kneel behind me, just taking a few moments to enjoy the view. Your finger runs from my juicy pussy to my ass, teasingly going into each hole a little bit. I moan, and my hips wriggle towards you. I know what's coming next, and I'm so ready for it. You rise up to your knees, and you guide your cock to my waiting pussy. I anticipate your entrance, but instead, you take the head and rub it across my lips and on my clit before guiding it to my slit. You stick the head in, and a low moan escapes me as you thrust the rest of it in, burying your cock to the hilt. Your hands grab my hips as you pound into me. I can feel your balls slam against my clit. My tits are hanging, swinging with your thrusts, the nipples puckering more as they brush against the comforter beneath us. You slide a finger in alongside your member, getting it wet before sticking it in my backdoor. Oh damn, I think, before all of my cognitive abilities shut down. The double penetration feeling is exquisite, and your cock is rubbing my g-spot just right. I gasp as I feel a stronger, more intense orgasm start to rush through me. "Oh god Jeff. Oh fuck, yeah just like that," I chant, over and over again. You keep it up with that perfect rhythm, the perfect moves. I come a split second before I feel your body tense up and your hot come squirt deep inside my thirsty pussy. You yell, "Oh god! Oh yessssssssssssssssss!" as you come, your hips still pounding against my ass, your come still exploding out of you. The throbs of your cock beat in harmony against the aftershocks coursing through me. After a few minutes of savoring our closeness, you pull out, and I roll over to a sitting position. I look up at you and flash the Mona Lisa smile at you again. Then I wrap my mouth around your cock, my greedy tongue licking up our juices, my lips resting against the base of your cock. I suck you hard a few times, making sure I don't miss a single drop. Mmmmm, I think. I never knew my juices mixed with a man's come could taste so good. I lick up and down your shaft, making sure I lick all around your balls, catching any stray drops. Finally, you can stand it no longer and you need me to stop; your cock is just getting too sensitive. You lower your mouth to mine, and I share our taste with you. You growl low in your throat at the erotic flavor. We make love several more times throughout the night, each time more sensual, more perfectly harmonious than the time before. Finally, at around two in the morning, we drift off in each other's arms, exhausted. We're sated and complete for the moment, but the past few hours showed us that we would never be able to get enough of each other. Our shared passion has only intensified our hunger for each other instead of satisfying it. We realize that we have to find our joy and contentment in what we have right now, and we each sigh with happiness as we fall fast asleep, cozy and secure in our embrace. Home For The Holidays My name is Brenda and the story you are about to read is true but I want you to know that nothing in my life ever prepared me or lead me to believe that such a thing would be possible. When you read about such accounts in the newspaper or hear about these things on the evening news you always think to yourself, "What a sick person!" Sometimes, though, as I found out firsthand, accidents do happen and as incredible as it seems incest can start out accidentally. I fell in love with my boss when I was barely 18, just having graduated high school and living alone for the first time while I attended college. Gerald was the owner of the bookstore where I worked and we spent a lot of time together. When we first met, Gerald was a kind, sweet funny man but he was close to my father's age so I never thought of him as anything more than a boss and eventually my friend. Over the course of the year I worked there, we began getting close and went out several times to dinner, the movies, the theater to see plays. I started looking at Gerald as a smart, successful companion rather than my boss and never considered the age difference between us (he was 30 years older than me). My parents knew I had met someone at work and was dating but when Gerald asked me to marry him, I took him to meet my parents for the first time. My parents freaked out when they saw me step out of the car with an older man! Gerald was actually 4 years older than my father and 12 years older than my mother. Explaining to them that age didn't matter to us did no good. My mother warned me that I would one day regret tying myself to a man that much older than I, that at his age he would not want the children I always dreamed of having and that one day I would be a very young widow. Gerald understood their concerns and tried talking to me about them but I was in love and that was all that mattered. For the past 20 years, Gerald and I have been happy together. We worked hard to expand his single bookstore and now are the proud owners of 18 stores in 3 states. We are also the proud parents of 2 beautiful children: Gerald Jr. who is 19 years old and Nicole who is 18. Gerald Jr., or J.J. as we call him, is attending a local college but Nicole wanted to spread her wings so chose to attend college in a neighboring state. Not everything is perfect in our life though. Gerald and I are happy together; we work well together, enjoy each other's company and share many of the same interests. However, as my libido seems to be increasing, Gerald is losing his sex drive. We have tried all the latest pills, rented risqué movies, I dress provocatively and have read just about every damned book or magazine article on how to jump start his libido. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work for long so I am now the somewhat embarrassed owner of a very large collection of vibrators and dildos. Getting back to the 'accident', Gerald was going to visit our store in the same state where Nicole was attending college so our plan was that after visiting the store, Gerald would drive to Nicole's college and pick her up. They would then fly home together in time our big annual Christmas party with our family, friends and employees. J.J. was living nearby and would be home of course. With Gerald out of town and Nicole still in school, I called J.J. to help me set up our Christmas tree at home. Because his classes would end the next day, J.J. agreed to bring over some clothes and just spend the entire weekend at home. I spent the morning baking the last of the cookies and fudge that I normally make for our local employees and setting up the stockings we give to each one. Most of the employees are still college students but many are married with families so I began buying large stockings for each of the local stores and I fill it with homemade cookies, brownies, fudge and large peppermint sticks, you know the kind striped like a candy cane but not shaped like one and each at least an inch in diameter. Each employee also gets a ham to cook over the holidays. The weather was turning nasty outside as I finished up my cooking and I turned on the news to listen to the weather forecast. "We are headed for a white Christmas this year, folks," the weather announcer was saying. "The National Weather Service is calling for a blizzard tonight that could drop as much as 18 inches of snow so better stock up on the batteries and make sure your pantries are full." Of course, in my house AA batteries are always on hand but I called J.J. to ask him to pick up some D batteries for the flashlights and as long as he was out anyway, could he stop at the store to pick up my order of 80 of the large peppermint sticks. When J.J. arrived, we set up the tree and strung the lights so that it would be ready to decorate when Gerald and Nicole came home. After a simple dinner, we did the dishes together then watched some TV. Gerald called to say the airport was closed because of the weather so he and Nicole were going to have to find a motel room to spend the night. Finally, after the 10 o'clock news I went to get ready for bed. I filled the bathtub with warm water, shaved my legs and just relaxed, reading a book until the water began to cool off. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at my body as objectively as I could. My hair was still auburn although more gray was showing up this year. My stomach was no longer flat but had a small pouch to it now along with several stretch marks that nothing seemed to erase. My legs were still long and shapely. My face was mostly the same. Oh, I had a few laugh lines and I would never again pass for a teenager but all in all, I didn't look too bad for an old lady of 38. I didn't see anything that would turn Gerald off, at least to my eyes. With a sigh, I pulled the black and red teddy that I normally slept in over my head, pulled on a pair of matching panties brushed my teeth and turned out the bathroom light. I climbed into bed with every intention of reading one of the newest books from our last shipment but must have fallen asleep because the book was still under my hand when a sound woke me up. I jerked up in bed and looked around but everything was dark. I heard a light tap on the door again and J.J. whispered my name again. I leaned over to turn on lamp next to my bed when he opened the door. The glare from his flashlight caught me in the face and made me cover my eyes and he said, "Don't bother, Mom. The power is out. Nothing is working, not even the furnace and the house is getting cold. Can I sleep in here with you tonight?" I tossed back the covers and he dove for the bed like he did when he was 3, coming in after a nightmare. I pulled the covers over both of us as he turned off the flashlight and sat it on the floor. We tried snuggling together with him in my arms but at 6'1" he no longer fit the way he used to. Giving that up, we finally settled down so that my back was against his chest and my head was tucked under his chin. His arms were around me and I held one of his hands on my stomach. We laid there for a while, talking about past Christmas', the presents we liked best and school before I must have drifted off. J.J. was so warm and I have to admit it felt wonderful being held by a man again. Usually Gerald and I slept with our backs to each other. I had the most incredible dream! I could feel a large hand stroking my body, slipping along my silky teddy from between my breasts all the way down to my pubic bone. Moving so slowly and softly that it was driving me nuts. I could almost feel the stubble of a beard scraping against my neck as someone gently nibbled my shoulder. As the hand traveled back down my body, I opened my legs and pushed the hand down towards my clit. My hips arched when those fingers began gently stroking my clit through my panties and my ass pushed up against a hard cock. I could feel my pussy getting hot and wet when those fingers slipped inside my panties and dipped inside my pussy before sliding back up to my clit. I knew it wasn't a dream when I heard J.J. whisper "You're so wet, Mom." My eyes snapped open and I tried to jerk away from him but J.J. kept me held in his arm, his other hand still manipulating my clit. He kissed his way up my neck, his tongue teased my ear before he whispered, "I've dreamed of you for so long. Let me make you happy, Mom." My body was shuddering and I tried to tell myself that it was in horror of what we were doing but my hips continued to rock against his hand. "J.J. you have to stop. This is wrong," I tried to sound determined and strong but my breath came out in short gasps and instead of sounding tough and disciplinary, my voice sounded uncertain. I know I said I wanted him to quit but I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped from my throat when J.J. removed his hand from my steaming pussy and used it to roll me over on my back. "Admit it, Mom," he whispered as he licked my lips, "you liked what I was doing." His hand closed over one of my breasts and began teasing my nipple. My hand grabbed his wrist and I tried to pull his hand away from me. "No, J.J.! You have to stop. I don't want this!" J.J. swatted my hand away as if it were a fly before capturing both my wrists in one of his large hands. "Bullshit, Mom. I can feel how wet you are. Your nipples are rock hard. You were rocking against me, wanting more. I know you and Dad aren't sleeping together, haven't in a long time. Nicole and I found your stash of toys years ago." Even in the darkness I could feel shame burning my face at the thought of my children discovering the collection of toys in my closet. "Admit it," he continued, "your toys can't do this." I gasped as he leaned down and his teeth captured one of my nipples, sawing against it gently before sucking it, teddy and all into his mouth. My body was screaming 'yes' as I arched up off the bed but my head was still shaking back and forth against the pillows and my mouth continued to call out, "No." I tried pulling my hands free from my son's but although I could twist them, I wasn't able to get one free for long. My legs were kicking and squirming, pushing the covers off the bed when J.J. fell across my chest. With my legs free from the covers, he pulled my panties down and off. Quickly he spun around so that he was sitting on me and grabbing one hand he pulled one of the leg holes from my panties around my wrist, twisting it tight. Almost before I knew what he was doing, he wrapped my panties around the brass posts on my headboard and captured my other hand. J.J. pushed my hand through the other leg hole and twirled my wrist around the material until my hands were tied to the bed. "Tell me you don't like this," J.J. challenged as he pushed my silk teddy up over my breasts and used both hands to twist and pull on my nipples. He was still straddling my waist and I tried bucking him off me but could barely budge him. "Stop, please stop," I begged him. "You liked this before," he said as he lifted himself off me and forcing my legs apart began rubbing my clit again. I continued begging him to quit and tried pulling my legs back together. J.J. jumped off the bed and pulled open one of my dresser drawers to grab out two of my thigh high stockings. I kicked and shouted for him to stop as he captured first one leg and then the other until I was tied spread eagle to the bed. He grabbed the flashlight off the floor and turned it on. The house was really cold without any heat and I shivered lying there mostly naked as J.J. stalked to the bedroom closet. "What is it, Mom," he sneered, "you can only get turned on by toys now? Well, I'm sure there is something in here that will get you going again!" He flung open the door and began rummaging through the shoes and purses on the floor until he found the box of sex toys on the floor. J.J. pulled the box over to the bed and sat between my feet to look through it. "How about this one," he said as he pulled out the largest dildo I had ever seen. Gerald had bought it several months ago and we laughed that if I was ever able to take all of it, I could become a 'star.' The dildo was anatomically correct, made out of flexible latex, heavily veined but it had to be close to 12" long and I had never used it before. Setting the flashlight against one of my knees so that it was shining at my pussy, J.J. turned around so that he could watch as he used the toy on me. I dug my heels into the bed, trying to push myself away from him as I begged him. "No, J.J., please no! It's too big." J.J. smiled as he leaned closer and said, "I can see how wet you are, Mom. I know you want it. Tell me you want it." "Stop! This isn't funny, J.J.! You have to quit," I demanded. "Tell me what you want, Mom. Tell me how to make you happy and I'll do it," J.J. said. I just mutely stared down my body at him, my son crouching between my legs and shook my head. "Have it your way, then," he shrugged and began rubbing the head of that toy against my pussy. My body tensed as he tried to push it inside my pussy. The opening of my pussy clenched tight, trying to force it back out, anything to keep it from entering me. "You have to relax so it doesn't hurt, Mom," my son pleaded. "I don't want to hurt you." My body was at war with my mind and heart. I knew what we were doing was wrong so forced my body to react against what was happening but my body was excited at the same time and wanted everything J.J. was doing to me and more. My mind quickly lost the war though when J.J. flicked his tongue against my clit. I moaned and J.J. quickly pushed the head of the dildo inside me. His tongue and mouth worked my clit over as he gently forced more and more of the toy inside my pussy, stopping whenever he felt my body tense until he had the entire thing buried in me. I have never felt so full in my life and although I couldn't admit it, I loved the feeling of his soft tongue licking my clit. "Do you want me to stop," J.J. asked. I shook my head no and he slowly began fucking me with the toy, watching my face. "Tell me, Mom. Tell me you like it," J.J. begged. I couldn't tell him in words but my hips were rocking up to meet the thrust of the dildo he was using as much as I was able to accommodate. It seemed so important to him that I tell him I enjoyed it and even though it was obvious I did, I couldn't say the words he needed to hear. Determined to get a response from me, J.J. lowered his face between my legs and began slowly licking the lips of my pussy up to my clit, which he would tease briefly before moving away again. He twisted the dildo inside me, pulling it out just an inch before pushing it back. My resolve to remain speechless dissolved and I began to moan "please..." quietly but my son still heard me. "Please what, Mom?" he demanded to know but I couldn't or wouldn't answer him. He began fucking me faster with the dildo. "Please faster? Is that what you want, Mom?" My hips were bouncing on the bed but I still wouldn't answer him. "Please eat me? Is that what you meant," he asked as he bent to lick my clit again. "Or 'please harder'" he demanded as he thrust the dildo hard and fast into my cunt. "Did you mean 'deeper, please'" and he slammed the dildo against my cervix. "'Please stop' is that what you meant," he asked as he quit moving completely. My pussy was so hot and tight, I knew I was ready to cum and I couldn't believe he had quit fucking me but I still couldn't ask him, couldn't tell him what I wanted. I began pushing myself up and down on the bed, digging my heels into the mattress to push myself up and pushing my hands against the headboard so that instead of him fucking me with the dildo, I was fucking the dildo as my son watched. I couldn't believe I was acting like such a tramp in front of one of my children but I wanted to cum so badly that nothing else mattered. J.J. just watched me for a few moments. "Do you like that, Mom," he asked but I still wouldn't answer him. Suddenly, he ripped the dildo out of my pussy. I cried out in frustration at the empty feeling inside me but J.J. just watched in fascination as my pussy shrunk back to normal size after spreading to fit the dildo he used on me. I could feel my cum running down the crack of my ass. "Don't go away," J.J. said with a chuckle as he picked up the flashlight and walked out the door. I could hear his footsteps as he raced down the staircase but soon everything was quiet again. I shivered in the cold air, wondering how long my son was going to leave me tied and uncovered like this. It seemed like he had been gone forever already. Licking my dry lips, I called "J.J., where are you?" The house was silent. I lifted my head off the mattress, straining to see into the darkness. "J.J. this isn't funny!" I hollered louder but still no response from anywhere in the house. I could feel myself beginning to panic. What if he had slipped on the floor and knocked himself out? With the storm outside raging on, there was no telling how long the power would be out or when Gerald and Nicole might come home to find us. My face burned with shame at the thought of my husband or our daughter coming home and finding me tied to the bed, cum drying between my legs from the sex games I had played with my son. I was so lost in the thought of how I could possibly explain my current position to anyone that I didn't notice the dim light from the flashlight as J.J. climbed the stairs until he was near the top. As the light grew brighter I realized J.J. was on his way back into my bedroom. A part of me wanted to continue the game he had begun but another part demanded that I try to reason with him again. "J.J.," I began, "just untie me and we'll forget this ever happened. No one needs to know about it." J.J. smiled as he entered the room. "Mom, I've thought of nothing but you since I was a teenager. I've wanted you like this for as long as I can remember and I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. Before tonight is over, you are going to admit you want this too." J.J. flopped down on the bed next to me, setting the flashlight on the nightstand. In his other hand he held one of the large peppermint sticks. "You know," he said as he began to unwrap it, "I think these were always my favorite part of my stocking." Tossing the cellophane on the floor, J.J. started sucking on one end. "They are so hot and sweet, just like I always imagined you would be, Mom." He rolled the candy stick on his tongue and then looked at it. "No more rough edges. Why don't we combine my two favorite tastes," he suggested with a grin and leaned over me. I gasped when I felt the hard stick of candy rubbing my slit, the peppermint burned my sensitive skin and I tried moving away from it. "Now hold still, Mom," J.J. commanded as he grabbed the flashlight. "I want to see what I'm doing down here." Placing the flashlight between my legs again, J.J. used his other hand to spread my pussy lips, his warm breath flowing over me like a caress. Gently he began pushing the peppermint stick inside me. Every where it touched burned with the oil used to make it but not in a painful way, more like I was getting hotter than I could ever remember getting before. A low moan escaped me and I was no longer trying quite so hard to get away from this new toy my son had introduced. When J.J. flicked my clit with his tongue, the muscles inside my pussy clenched, causing the peppermint stick to jump in his hand. Leaving the candy deep inside me, J.J. moved up to my face. He caressed my cheek with one hand and whispered, "I want to feel your pussy squeeze me just like that when I'm fucking you, Mom. Do you want to have my hard cock inside you?" My mouth was dry and my hips had begun rocking, pushing the candy even deeper inside. J.J. swirled his tongue along the shell of my ear, his hot breath causing me to shiver. Home For The Holidays Suddenly he stood up next to the bed. Through half closed eyes I watched as he pulled the T-shirt he had worn to bed over his head and tossed it on the floor. His hands gripped the waist of his pajama bottoms and pushed them down. I gasped when I saw his rock hard cock standing proudly away from his body. The plum colored head glistening with pre-cum. J.J. wrapped his hand around his hard on, stroking it slowly as I watched. Moving closer to the bed, J.J. leaned over me and offered himself to my mouth. Hesitantly, I softly licked the head of his swollen cock. The taste of his pre-cum exploded on my tongue and my mouth opened to take the helmet in. My tongue swirled all over the head as J.J. leaned closer, feeding more of his cock into my mouth until I could scarcely breath. Pulling away again, J.J. got over me, supporting himself on his elbows and knees, his beautiful cock and balls dangling in my face. I pulled my head off the mattress and caressed his balls with my tongue, tracing a figure eight around both of them and moving up from the base of his cock. J.J. groaned and moved back further so that his knees straddled my head, allowing me to suck his cock. Curling my tongue around the head of his hard cock, I was able to bend the shaft down far enough to slurp him into my mouth. J.J. moaned when my lips closed around him then bent to lick my clit, slowly pushing the stick of candy in and out of my steaming tunnel. Lying underneath him, it was difficult for me to easily move my head, to slide my mouth up and down over him like I wanted, especially with my hands tied to the bed. Using the tip of my tongue, I teased the small opening in the head and swirled my tongue over the ridge separating the helmet from the shaft. J.J. pushed the stick of candy deeper into me, his soft tongue lapping hard and faster at my swollen, sensitive clit. I could hear myself making whimpering sounds, my body was rocking on the bed and I knew I was close to cumming. My head arched back and more of my son's cock fell into my mouth, slipping further back until the head nestled at the beginning of my throat. "Fuck, Mom," J.J. groaned when my throat tightened around him. Leaving the peppermint stick inside me, J.J. pushed himself back up on his hands and began sliding in and out of my mouth a few times before he pulled himself from my mouth. My head rose off the bed too, my mouth still open and eagerly searching for him. Suddenly his tongue filled my mouth, swirling in a dance with mine, caressing the roof of my mouth. I could taste myself in his mouth and the candy and sucked on his tongue. His lips left mine, moving across my face until his hot breath tickled my ear. J.J. traced the shell of my ear before he whispered, "I need to be inside you, Mom. I want to feel you cum on me." J.J. stood and walked to the end of the bed, kicking the box of toys out of his way before he crawled back onto the bed on his knees between my spread legs. Grabbing the candy stick, J.J. slowly teased it from me, pulling it out an inch at a time, pausing to push half an inch back inside before finally removing it. I groaned in protest, my hips rocking down trying to capture it again. J.J. leaned down and dug his tongue deep inside me, his nose bumping against my clit and I came. My hands closed around the posts in the headboard and I cried out as waves of pleasure exploded from my pussy to shake my body. I didn't even notice when J.J. pulled his mouth away from me. All I knew was that suddenly, even through the heat of my own cum, I could feel his hot hard cock easing into me. Slowly, J.J. pushed his shaft deeper inside and we both groaned when he was fully buried. I opened my eyes to see J.J. on his knees between my spread legs, staring down at where we were joined. His hands were gripping my upper thighs, the thumbs brushing the soft, damp curls of pubic hair. The muscles of my pussy rippled around him when he stroked one of his thumbs over my clit and he pushed even deeper. J.J. looked up and saw me watching him. "You are so hot and tight, Mom." Again and again, his thumb brushed against my clit. J.J. trailed his hands down my legs until he reached my ankles, turning slightly he struggled to untie my right foot. His cock shifted inside me as he turned and I groaned as my muscles tightened again. Finally the stocking gave and my leg was free. J.J. lightly caressed the sole of my foot before he turned to free the other. Drawing my leg up until my foot was resting flat on the bed and my knee bent, I was able to get enough leverage to slip about an inch of my son's throbbing cock out of my burning pussy before pushing down on it again. My hands struggled against my panties, wanting to be free to touch him but also needing to touch myself. As soon as both of my legs were free, J.J. pulled them up and over his shoulders, settling even deeper inside me. With my legs straight up in the air like that, I was once again effectively his prisoner. J.J. had his left arm wrapped around my legs, holding them trapped against his chest and stomach. Even using the headboard, I wasn't able to slide myself up and down on his cock like I wanted. Growing more and more frustrated, I looked up at my son with pleading eyes. "What," J.J. said. "What do you want, Mom?" I moaned, still struggling to move. "Please," I whimpered softly. J.J. leaned over me. "Please what?" he asked. I could feel him jump and throb inside me. My tongue darted out to lick my dry lips. His eyes followed my tongue and I felt his cock jump inside me once more. "Please fuck me," I finally whispered. J.J. pulled his cock until he was once again resting just barely inside me. "Are you sure, Mom?" he asked. I had barely begun to nod my head when he slammed back inside me. Again and again, J.J. pulled out until the head of his cock was nestled between the slippery and swollen lips of my pussy, not inside me but teasing the opening for a brief second before surging back inside. J.J. used his free hand to caress my breasts, his fingers tugging and pulling on the nipples causing me to tighten around him as I moaned at the painful pleasure. J.J. groaned at the feeling of my muscles clenching around him. Forcing my legs down to my chest, J.J. leaned over me, trapping my legs between our bodies and tilting my hips to drive even deeper into me. I could feel the familiar warmth spreading through my body, like hot lava bubbling deep in a volcano. My pussy began to tighten once more and I could hear myself chanting "Fuck me, fuck me" over and over as my handsome son plunged his cock into me again and again. I barely heard him call my name as he slammed into me for the last time. His cock jerked deep inside me and then his hot cum splashed into my womb, triggering my own orgasm. Suddenly it felt like I was flying, spinning through the stars. The next thing I knew, a pale light was streaking into the bedroom from the window. I don't remember J.J. untangling my hands from my panties or covering us up. It was morning and I lay next to him, watching him sleep, memories of our night before racing through my head as I softly stroked his hair. I thought of Gerald and Nicole coming home soon and wondered how I would be able to return to my role as wife and mother. Looking at J.J. sleeping so peacefully beside me I knew I wasn't ready to give up what I had experienced last night. Home for the Holidays Finals were finally over and I was heading home. My freshman year was now officially half way through and I felt good about that. Pretty sure I did well my first semester in school. I better, because I literally gave up any semblance of a social life in order to keep my grades up. I was anxious to get home and meet up with friends. It was time to relax, let down my hair, and have a little fun. I had earned it. It was cool outside, but still nice for November, especially for Ohio. It was actually 70 during the afternoon and it was still around 60 at 8:00 PM as I pulled into the parking lot at Snuffy's Tavern. Snuffy's is the lounge that every neighborhood seems to have. It serves the high school kids drinks, readily accepting even the worst imaginable fake IDs. I had my first drink there at 16. It was also the place where most of the college kids would go when they got home on break. It was just outside the small Jewish neighborhood I grew up in. My dad is Jewish, but my mom is Catholic and from Denmark. Quite a mix if I have to say. I guess I was really neither. I did seem to inherit most of my Mom's fair features (the light blond hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion) I was meeting a good friend of mine from high school tonight, Jordan. She was also home from college. Jordan and I really look like sisters. She was also from a "mixed marriage", except her mom was the one who was Jewish. Jordan was about 5"5" and weighed about 110. Her hair was darker than mine, more of a dishwater blond. I guess we both favored our gentile parent. Both of us had been a bit wild in high school, but in a small town sorta of way. I only slept with one guy in high school, Ryan. Ryan was a good looking guy, but he was a little on the nerdy side. But he was always nice to me, we got along well, and we spent a lot of time together growing up. Jordan was a little more active than I was, but I'm guessing her experience with fucking was limited to less than 5 guys. Though Ryan was the only guy I had sex with in high school, what I lacked in the variety of sex partners, I definitely made up for with my oral skills. I think my last two years in high school I had oral sex with 10 different guys. They were, of course, all nice Jewish kids who, quite frankly, were a little more gifted at math than pleasing a woman. But I enjoyed doing it for them, and of course not a one of them ever complained! Ryan was pretty typical of the guys in my high school. He was about 5'7" and weighed around 140 pounds, which was fine for me. I mean, I'm only about 5'4"and 105 pounds. So we were a pretty good fit as a couple. Snuffy's looked pretty dead for the night before Thanksgiving. I seemed to remember it being much more crowded in years past. I glanced in my mirror as I parked my car and saw Jordan pull in right beside me. "Hi Heather," Jordan yelled as she got out of her car. "What's up?" Jordan was wearing a short jean skirt and a t-shirt. Her typical CFM (come fuck me) look. Of course, I had on my CFM outfit too, a short navy colored tennis skirt and a white silk blouse that hugged the contours of my breasts. It was readily apparent in the crisp fall air that neither of us was wearing a bra. "Hi Jordan, you look appropriately slutty if I must say." "Heather, from you, I take that as a compliment,' Jordan responded. "You look pretty hot too girl. Well let's get inside and see what's happening. It looks a little slow right now. Maybe we can shoot a little pool until it picks up" Jordan said. We opened the door and walked in. It was very dark and smoky inside, darker than I remembered it being in the past. We sorta stumbled along the tables until we made it toward the back of the bar and slid into a booth. "Damn girl, I can't see squat in here it's so dark" said Jordan. "I think it's just our eyes haven't adjusted yet," I responded, "I think we'll be fine in a few minutes or so." Snuffy's always played a wide variety of music and the Hip hop music was loud this evening. I'm not a big fan of hip hop, at least to listen to it. But it's good for dancing. A slender black woman, probably in her mid 20's came up and asked us what we wanted. We told her two Corona's. She promptly told us that we were too young and had better get our lily white asses out of there. Jordan defiantly showed her fake ID and said her lily white ass was staying right there. The waitress stared at her for a minute and then walked away. "That worked well Jordan" I sneered. "What the fuck," Jordan responded, "we never had any trouble getting a beer in here when we were in high school, we sure to hell shouldn't have any trouble now." Our eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness. There appeared to be about 5 or 6 men at the bar and several others at the tables. I think they were all black. Jordan and I had been in Snuffy's quite a few times in high school, and it was a pretty rare occasion for any blacks to patronize Snuffy's. Jewish kids with fake IDs, yes, black folks, no. "What is it you ladies want?" The deep voice came from behind us and it startled both of us. "A beer," stammered Jordan. "With those IDs, you'll be lucky to get bubble gum" he laughed. Jordan and I were both speechless. The voice was coming from what had to be one of the largest men either of us had ever seen. He looked to be 6'5" and I would guess he was in his mid to late 20's. He appeared to be pretty solid too. "I'm Marcus. I'm the new owner of Snuffys. Bought it this fall when they lost their liquor license for selling to minors." At that point I figured we didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of scoring a drink in Snuffys. We stood up to leave and Marcus leaned over and said, "Why don't you go ahead and sit back down. I'll have DeShawndra bring you girls a drink." We sat down again and watched as Marcus walked back to the bar. We saw him talking with the black waitress. A few minutes later DeShawndra came over with two drinks. She placed them on the table and left without saying a word. They weren't beers, but I don't think either one of us really wanted to say anything that our waitress might take wrong. She had the look that clearly said - don't fuck with me. "What the hell do you think this drink is" Jordan said. I sipped mine, and told her it tasted like an ice tea with some alcohol in it. "Oh Heather, you are so dumb," Jordan said, "It is an Ice Tea and it has like a bizillion shots of stuff in it. Cheers," Jordan said as she took a big gulp. "Fine" I said, "lets drink this down and get out of here before Deshawndra, or whatever her name is, decides she wants to kick our 'lily white' asses." We both laughed and started to enjoy our drinks. That's when we noticed 3 black guys slowly walk over to our booth. It was comical, in as much as their pants were almost falling off and they all had their hands on their crotches. I think we both thought, oh God, what stereo types! The first one to the table said, "Yo, Yo, Ho's what up." The second one echoed, "You fine ladies looking for some action, you came to the right place." The third one, not to be outdone, chimed in "You got that right bitches." It was like something out of a stupid video you would see on BET when surfing channels. You know that attitude is out there, but you can't really believe that people that ignorant really exist. Yet here it was, hanging right over us (in our CFM outfits no less). About that time we heard a voice say "Ok little man, you heading out the front door or the back door?" We thought the voice came from Marcus, but it actually from a guy who was even bigger. There was a moment of tension in the air but our three new "friends" began to back toward the exit. After a brief stare down, they turned and shuffled away cursing under their breath. We turned and saw Marcus had joined the other man. "Sorry ladies, usually the thugs don't make it in until much later," said Marcus. "This is my business partner, Ray. " As you can see, most folks don't mess with Ray." Ray looked to be about two inches taller than Marcus and he also appeared to be pretty solid. We could see that Marcus was definitely right about Ray. Then Jordan surprised me when she said, "Ray, would you like to join us for a drink? Marcus, I'm sure Heather wouldn't mind if you join us too. After all, it's the least we can do." Ray slid in next to Jordan. Damn he was a big man. Marcus slid in next to me; he was a big man too. They both had a beer with them already. "Ok," Jordan said, "Are you guys pro basketball players or what?" Ray and Marcus both laughed. Marcus said, "Ray and I played football together in high school. We went to different colleges, but ended up on the same team in the NFL. Neither of us was able to stick though. I played a couple years as a backup linebacker. Ray was a defensive end and actually started for part of his first year, but he blew out his knee and got cut. So here we are, serving beer and chasing out punks in our own little dive bar." Jordan and I laughed. We talked to Marcus and Ray for an hour. They were both charming and couldn't have been nicer to us. Jordan asked and discovered that Ray was 6'6" and weighed 240, while Marcus was 6"4" and weighed 235. I can attest that they both had bodies that looked like they were chiseled out of concrete. Ray had got up and brought back a 2nd round of drinks for all of us. I don't know about Jordan, but I was starting to feel quite a buzz from the drinks. Jordan and Ray were in deep conversation. I really wasn't watching them, as Marcus was asking me about college and how I was doing. He was a very engaging person and he made me feel totally at ease. When I finally glanced over at Jordan I noticed she was almost sitting on Ray's lap and he had his arm around her. "Jordan," I said, "I'm going to the little girls room, want to go?" "Sure," Jordan said. Before Ray could get up though she had quickly slid onto his lap and then she slowly slid off his lap and out of the booth. Marcus had already stood and I was able to slide out of the booth in a much less seductive manner. When Jordan and I got to the bathroom, she was almost breathless. "My God, Heather, he is hung like a horse." "What? How the heck..." "I had my hand on his leg in the booth and when I moved it just a bit I swear I felt the head of his cock almost down to his knee." "Yeah, right," I said. "Laugh if you want Heather, but when I slid across his lap, well, lets just say that verified it for me." We primped a little in the mirror in a bit of awkward silence. Both of us, I think, were realizing that we really had pretty limited experience with men, yet here we were with these two giant of men, both of whom were giving obvious signs that they were interested. I'm not sure either of us really was really sure if we wanted to move forward or not. Jordan went into the stall while I continued to primp. She came out just a moment later and dropped her underwear in the trash can as she pulled her short jean skirt back down. "Jordan, what are you doing," I stammered. "Well hell, I was probably going to hook up with someone anyway tonight. Might as well see what happens here. I mean, it's not like we can't leave if we want. You going to dump yours in here too?" "Nah," I said, "Heck, I just have on a thong anyway." We laughed and left to head back to our booth. Jordan got to the booth first. As Ray started to move out of the booth she sat on his lap again. This time she didn't slide off. Marcus wasn't in the booth so I was able to slide in easily. As I sipped on my ice tea, Jordan was giggling as Ray was saying something to her. She slowly slid off his lap and he leaned over and kissed her. And what started out as a light kiss quickly heated up. I felt something warm next to me. It was Marcus. I guess I was so taken by what was going on in front of me that I wasn't even aware he returned. He moved in close to me and placed his hand on my leg. His hand was huge. It literally went from my knee to half way up my leg. "Hell, I'm gone for 5 minutes and look what happens," he laughed, referring to the sudden intimacy between Ray and Jordan. Ray pulled away from his embrace with Jordan and she laid her head against his chest and cuddled even closer. "Yeah," Ray smiled, "I think she is trying to take advantage of me. We all laughed. As Marcus continued to chat, his hand slowly moved higher up my leg. I have to admit, I was like totally distracted and I really wasn't conscious of the conversation anymore. I was, however, very aware of his huge hand moving closer and closer to my pussy. Which, between watching Jordan make out with Ray and the heat of Marcus next to me, was starting to get pretty moist. Marcus leaned over close to me and asked softly, "Are you ok?" "Huh, oh yeah, I'm fine," I managed to stutter. He smiled and moved his hand a little further up my leg. I shifted a little and slowly parted my legs slightly. I think Marcus was aware that he was beginning to break my resistance some. His hand felt good on my leg. I glanced over at Jordan. She was now intently looking down. Not sure what she was staring at, but she seemed almost in a trance. Ray broke the silence and said, "Hey Marcus, why don't we take the ladies outside to the patio we're working on. It will be a lot quieter and more comfortable." "Damn Ray," said Marcus, "That's a hell of an idea. We've been working on the patio for the last month. It's not open yet, but we are almost done. Ready girls?" Before I could say anything, Ray and Jordan were up and heading outside. I felt Marcus's big hand grasp mine and pull me toward the back exit of the bar. We followed Jordan and Ray to the back door. Ray unlocked the door and we all went out into the crisp night. I glanced over at Jordan. The cold air caused her nipples to pop right through her t-shirt. Looking down, I saw that mine were doing the same. Ray and Marcus were surely enjoying the view. Marcus closed the door and locked it discreetly behind him. "Girls, don't worry, we'll get the fire pit warmed up," said Ray. He reached over and flipped a switch on the wall which turned on the gas flame in the fire pit. The pit had nice padded benches surrounding it. Jordan and I moved closer to the fire in the pit to warm up, while Ray and Marcus sat on opposite benches surrounding the fire pit. The patio was dark, lit only by the fire pit. It had a 10 foot wood fence around it, making it very secluded and private. "Jordan, come sit next to me and I'll warm you up quicker than the fire," laughed Ray. And before I could blink, Jordan was next to Ray. I followed her lead and sat down next to Marcus. The fire was nice, but I think the warmth I felt was coming as much from anticipation as it was from the fire. Both Ray and Marcus had on shorts that extended just below their knees. As I was warming up next to Marcus, I saw Jordan slide her hand up under Ray's shorts. Ray's head was tilted back and his eyes were shut. He did have a big smile. The fire pit really put out a lot of heat. Even though it was no more than 50 degrees outside now, the ambient temperature by the fire pit was quite warm. The darkness of the patio was pierced by the light of the fire. I could see Jordan and Ray very clearly through the flames which illuminated their bodies on the other side of the pit. Jordan's hand was moving up and down under Ray's shorts. He had spread his legs allowing her easier access. I swear that I could see the head of his cock every time her hand moved up. If the flames were not distorting the image, it was huge. I jumped as I felt something warm on my leg. I was so wrapped up in watching Jordan; I didn't realize Marcus had moved his hand almost all the way up my leg. It was resting just inches away from my neatly trimmed pussy. My hair is very blond (I take after my mother's Danish ancestors) and I always leave a little landing strip of hair down there. I've always been proud of the fact that I'm just as blond down there as I am on my head. "I'm sorry," said Marcus, "I didn't mean to scare you." "Oh, you didn't, I mean I wasn't, uh." Oh hell, all I could do was stutter. Marcus smiled and I finally managed to say he hadn't scared me. I leaned over and rested my head against his chest. It was massive. Subconsciously, my legs parted slightly allowing his hand to rest comfortably right next to my moist pussy. As we cuddled on the bench, Ray and Jordan were going at it hot and heavy. Jordan had reached over and pulled Ray's t-shirt off. He had a very nice chest. I think I gasped at the next thing I saw. Jordan had pulled Ray's shorts up to allow her to get both hands on his cock. My God, it was the largest one I have ever seen. It was at least twice as big as Ryan's, and probably twice as thick too. Jordan had both hands wrapped around it stroking it up and down. Ray had her nipple in his mouth and had his hand completely under her skirt, no doubt finger banging her as she was moving her hips up and down to the thrust of his arm. I wasn't aware of it, but Marcus was enjoying watching me watch Jordan and Ray - probably as much as I was enjoying watching them. Marcus slowly moved his huge hand and lightly brushed against my pussy. I know he had to feel the heat and moistness coming from me. I think my thong was already wet to touch. Watching Ray and Jordan had me so hot I could hardly contain myself. Marcus slowly moved his fingers around my hot cunt, never quite touching me there, but always staying dangerously close. He did this for several minutes as I watched Jordan and Ray. Ray had stood up and turned toward Jordan. I saw Jordan unsnap his shorts and watched as they dropped to the ground. Ray was naked and he had the body of a Greek God. His back was turned to me now and I could not see Jordan at all, but I'm certain she was sucking his big hard black cock as I watched his firm ass thrusting forward. Watching them go at it right on the other side of the fire pit was making me incredibly hot. "Oh God," I gasped. Marcus had quit teasing me and his long fingers had slid under my thong and they were gently gliding up and down my slit. I was already so wet that his finger easily slid right in my tight pussy. I spread my legs to allow him better access. Marcus then knelt down in front of me. I spread my legs more and he pulled my thong off. "Your pussy is beautiful," he said, "I don't know if I have seen one this pink before." And with that he gently leaned over and began to lick my pussy with his tongue. He gently ran his tongue all around my wet opening and then he started working my clit with his mouth. As he sucked on my clit, he slid his long finger up into my pussy and began rubbing my G-spot. Between Marcus sucking my clit and rubbing my G spot, while I was watching Jordan suck Ray's big cock, I felt my juices flowing and just exploded. I don't think I ever had an orgasm that intense before. I think I actually squirted I came so hard. As my eyes rolled back to their normal position and my eyelids opened I saw that Jordan and Ray were now both naked. I could see Ray sitting on the bench with Jordan kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. The fire dancing in front of me created an intense image as Jordan's head dancing up and down on Ray's cock through the shadows of the flames. Ray stood, pulled Jordan up and laid her on the bench. He moved on top of her as Jordan wrapped her legs around his powerful torso. I could see Ray teasing Jordan with his huge cock as he rubbed it up and down her pussy. I could see Jordan arching her back trying to snag his cock with her pussy, but Ray was adroitly and teasingly avoiding making entry. Home for the Holidays The next think I was aware of was Marcus standing in front of me. I couldn't see Ray and Jordan anymore. Marcus' waist was right at my eye level now. He leaned over and pulled my blouse over my head. "Damn Heather, your tits are fine." Marcus stated. I did have nice breasts. My nipples are nice and erect, and very pink. And even though I was only a 34B, my breasts are very perky. Ryan used to tease me about me wearing a bra to keep them down, not hold them up. Other than my short skirt, I was now naked in front of Marcus. I was a little surprised by what I said next. "Marcus, you have all of your clothes on, don't you like me?" "Oh yeah little girl, I like you," Marcus responded seductively. He slowly pulled his t- shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Marcus wasn't quite as tall as Ray, but he was even more solid (if that was possible). I rose up and scooted around on the chair so I was now facing Marcus, well actually, facing his groin. With the flames behind him, I could see Marcus as more of a silhouette rather than in any detail. He gently pulled my hands up and placed them on his waist in front of me. I really didn't need any additional encouragement at this point. I reached over and unsnapped his shorts with my left hand and pulled his zipper down with my right hand. There is always that anticipation when you are with someone for the first time. You never really know what you are going to pull out. Even in high school, there was a variety of shapes and sizes (albeit in the 4" to 6" range). I was feeling a great deal of excitement and anticipation as I pulled his shorts down. Marcus turned slightly to his right as he stepped out of his shots and that's when I first saw it. My Gawd, it was longer and thicker than Ray's. And I don't think he was even erect yet. He had to be at least 10" and it was growing longer and firmer right in front of my face. "You like what you see Heather?" Marcus softly asked. "Oh yes," I responded shakily. But I thought to myself, I just wasn't quite sure what to do with it. It was too big to really get in my mouth easily, so I just grabbed it. I grabbed it with both hands. It felt great in my hands. It was alive. As my hands moved up and down the shaft it would jump and grow harder and longer. I swear it was over a foot long now and as thick as my forearm. I stroked it for a few moments until it was as hard as a rock. It was the most magnificent thing I have ever laid my eyes on. At that point the desire to suck it hit me and hit me hard. I pulled his large bulbous head toward my mouth. I met the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. His pre cum had already started to seep out and I gently licked it off and then slowly ran my tongue all around the head of his cock. Very slowly I moved my mouth over his head and slid it in. It really stretched my jaw to take just the head in. Gently Marcus started to move his head slowly in and out of my mouth as I circled the head of his cock with my tongue. I could feel his cock get even harder as I sucked him. A sudden sobbing scream pierced the calm night air. As Marcus's huge cock head was sliding in and out of my mouth, I glanced over and saw Jordan sitting on top of Ray's lap and she riding his cock hard and fast and coming even harder. Her screams were that of pure pleasure as Ray was thrusting his cock into her as hard as she was trying to pound it with her pussy. "Oh my God, fuck me you stud, fuck me. Fuck me harder Ray, fuck me harder," she screamed. "I'm coming you big bastard, Oh I'm coming hard, fuck me." Their bodies were slamming together and you could hear Jordan's juices squishing as Ray's cock pounded her pussy. It was pretty overwhelming. The smell and sound of sex was all around me. My best friend was pounding a huge black man's cock within a few feet of me and I had an even bigger cock sliding in and out of my mouth. As I sucked Marcus's cock, he reached down and slid my skirt the rest of the way off. We were both naked now. He began to massage my wet pussy with his hand as I was getting a little more of his cock into my mouth. Closing my eyes I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth. I had both hands on his hard shaft and could only take about 4 inches. It wasn't gagging me; it was just too thick to get any more in. When I opened my eyes I was shocked to see Jordan kneeling right beside me watching Marcus's cock slide in my mouth. And right beside Marcus's cock dangled Ray's shiny wet cock. If it was overwhelming before, I don't know how to describe this. Jordan put her hand around Ray's cock and gently brought it up to my face. She put her other hand on Marcus's cock and began to guide him in and out of my mouth. Then she pulled his cock completely out of my mouth and slide Ray's cock in. Ray was big, but not as thick as Marcus. After the initial shock of having another cock in my mouth, I was able to slide my mouth more easily up and down his shaft. Jordan was jerking Marcus with her other hand and licking Ray's shaft as she guided his cock in and out of my mouth. Jordan turned and began to suck Marcus now while still guiding Ray's cock in and out of my mouth. "Oh shit," Jordan said, "How did you get this cock in your mouth Heather. It is huge." Ray and Marcus laughed as Jordan struggled to get her mouth over Marcus's large head. I put both my hands on Ray's cock and gently stroked his hard cock. I continued to stroke Ray's cock as I pulled it out of my mouth. I leaned over to lick the side of Marcus's cock as Jordan tried to get more of his head in her mouth. I slowly slid my tongue up and down his shaft as Jordan finally got most of his head into her mouth. Ray pulled away and I eagerly joined Jordan taking turns sucking and licking Marcus's cock. Ray had moved behind Jordan and started to do her doggy style. Jordan stopped sucking and gasped as his hard cock slid in her still juicy pussy. It did not take long for Ray to begin really pounding her again and the squishing was even louder now. Jordan was getting fucked by, and was sucking, two huge men. I leaned back and watched for a moment. It was quite a sight. Ray was 6'6" and Marcus was 6'4", and in between both of their huge cocks was Jordan, all of 5'5" of her. Marcus looked down and smiled at me as Jordan struggled to get more of his cock into her mouth. He had been watching and enjoying the sight as well. "You are beautiful Heather," he said. I smiled; blushing a bit I'm sure. While maintaining eye contact with Marcus, I sat back against the bench and spread my legs exposing my juicy pink pussy. I slowly and softly began to touch myself. Marcus watched as I gently began to insert a finger into my pussy. Even though I have a very tight pussy, it was so moist from the excitement that my finger slid in easily. I began rubbing my clit with my other hand as I fingered my pussy. I closed my eyes as I pleasured myself, listening to Ray bang a panting Jordan right in front of me and knowing that Marcus was watching my every move. With my eyes still shut, I began to finger and rub my self harder. It was then I sensed a presence over me. I opened my eyes and Marcus was knelling between my legs with his arms on the bench behind me. His cock was dangling right above my pussy. I raised my arms, put them around his neck, and pulled him toward me. Marcus leaned in and kissed me gently. I could feel the strength and power flowing through his body as we kissed and I pulled him closer. His cock was pressed against my stomach and his balls were hanging across my pussy. The head of his cock was literally up to my breasts. I began to think; as much as I want it, there may be no way he gets that thing inside me. I must have tensed up a bit at that moment, because Marcus stopped kissing me for a second and said, "Don't worry Heather, we'll take it very easy and very slow. I won't hurt you and I'll let you set the pace." I reached and pulled his cock down to my pussy. He slowly rubbed his cock up and down my wet slit, sliding all the way down his shaft, then all the way back up. Occasionally Marcus would stop the rubbing and push his head gently and ever so slightly into my tight pussy. At the first resistance, he would pull it out and rub his cock up and down my clit more. He repeated this over and over for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably about 10 minutes. Every time he would push his head into my pussy, it would go in slightly deeper. And every time he pulled it out and rubbed my clit with his cock I would get hotter and wetter. I came several times as he repeated the routine. I was especially responsive when his head would just start to meet resistance and then he would pull it out. That created some real gushers for me. Finally Marcus was able to get the head of his cock into my hot wet pussy. He was so gentle and patient, and I was so wet from my orgasms, I didn't feel any pain as he gradually worked it in. Now he was able to put the head in and pull the head out without resistance. My pussy was gradually adjusting to the girth of his head. Or so I thought. Suddenly, after more than 10 minutes of very patiently easing just the head of his cock in and out of my pussy, Marcus thrust firm and hard into me. I wanted to scream, I would have screamed; but it totally took my breath away. My mouth was open and I was trying to scream, there was just no sound coming out. He violently thrust his cock half way into me again, then pulled out quickly only to be thrust back in even harder and deeper. Again and again Marcus pounded me with his huge cock, each time harder and deeper than the previous time. It hurt like hell; he was a monster of a man. In spite of how hard he thrusted though, there was no way he was going to get all of his cock in me. He was hitting the back of my womb at about 10", my eyes were rolling back, and I felt like I was on the verge of blacking out. My pussy was also exploding. My juices were flowing like a busted dam and my ass was bouncing up and down off a growing puddle of my own cum. The sensations I felt were intense and like none I could have imagined. Pain, fear, euphoria, love, and lust were all simultaneously flowing through me and exiting through my pussy. My pussy was throbbing with pain and pulsating with pleasure. Tears were flowing down my checks. It didn't seem possible, but Marcus reached back and hit a higher gear. His power and strength was incredible as he drove his cock into me; bouncing it off the back of my womb, and then driving it in even harder and more violently with each stroke. I'm not sure I was conscious of the fact that I was now thrusting my pussy to meet his penetrating strokes, making the collision of our bodies even more intense and violent. Marcus screamed, "Oh shit bitch, I want to come on your face." Creating almost a popping sound, he pulled his massive cock out of my pussy. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to his throbbing cock. With his free hand he firmly stroked his cock and aimed it at my face. My eyes must have been bulging out of my head. I had been fucked almost senseless and now I had a gigantic cock pointed at my face, nearly ready to explode. Jordan was still being fucked fast and hard by Ray right beside me. I had been totally oblivious to this after Marcus started fucking me hard. But I could hear Ray yell, "Damn Marcus, I want to cum on her face too, she is one hot looking bitch." With that Ray pulled his cock out of Jordan, stood up and aimed his cock right at my face as he stroked to his conclusion as well. Jordan was listless on the ground as Ray had fucked her almost senseless as well. Ray and Marcus both aimed their huge throbbing cocks right at my face. "Open your mouth Bitch, here I come," Ray screamed. I looked at his hard glistening cock right in front of my mouth. With some hesitancy I slightly parted my lips. With one last hard tug his cock exploded and a shot of cum rifled off my nose and across my face, the next shot went up my nose, followed by a third hard shot that streamed across my whole face landing just above my eye. His last hard shot finally hit his target, as he pushed his cock closer to my mouth, shooting through my still slightly parted lips, and it was followed by several smaller shots, that hit my mouth as he pushed his cock through my lips. Grabbing me by the back of my head he drained his cock into my mouth. I could feel the hot sperm on my face, in my mouth, and down my throat as he pulled his cock out. Marcus was stroking his cock as Ray handed off my face to him. He pulled me toward his cock and yelled, "Open your mouth bitch, I'm coming," My lips were still just slightly parted and before I could open my mouth Marcus had pushed the massive head of his cock between my lips and it exploded with shot after shot of hot and heavy cum. My mouth quickly filled and massive amounts of cum started streaming out the sides of my mouth and down my throat. Marcus pulled his cock out and it was still shooting, hitting my nose, lips, and then chin with cum. Still holding me by my hair, he pulled me back to his cock and said "Lick my cock clean bitch." I didn't like his tone but his power was overwhelming as he pulled my mouth right up to his cock. I stuck my tongue just slightly through my lips and he ground the head of his cock on it and coated it with cum. "Now swallow that bitch," he demanded. I turned my head embarrassed; my mouth was full of cum and my face was covered with cum. I swallowed some and spit some out as I continued to look away, feeling very shocked at the sudden turn of mood and somewhat ashamed of the resulting events. I heard a door shut and I slowly looked up. Ray and Marcus had dressed, turned off the fire pit, and went back inside the bar, locking the door behind them. Jordan was still half out of it, and so was I quite frankly. We slowly got up and dressed without saying anything to each other or making any eye contact. Jordan walked to the gate, unlatched it and left. I sat on the bench, dressed now, but looking like shit with dried cum in my hair and streams of cum still dripping down my face. I got up and slowly, and somewhat painfully, made my way to my car, oblivious to the stares of customers going in and leaving Snuffy's. Full of emotions that I couldn't sort in any meaningful way, I slowly pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. Home for the Holidays "There's a girl on the phone for you." Tom's mother was looking at him with a knowing smirk. "Someone named Cindy." "You asked her what her name was?" Tom was bristling. He'd only been home for a day and he was ready to go back to school. How had he ever managed to live here? It was too hot, it was too crowded, there wasn't enough food. His brother had taken over the bedroom, so that he had to sleep out on the living room couch, with the dog. Probably just as well. He still was afraid his brother was going to barge into the bedroom while he was changing, that his brother would see how swollen his cock was ... "I didn't ask her," his mother interrupted his train of thought. "She called and asked if this was the Waterson residence, and I said yes, and she said this is Cindy may I talk to Tom please. She sounds," his mother added, "like a very polite young lady." Oh yeah, Tom thought to himself, fucking bitch nearly tore my dick off. That same piece of anatomy was attempting to spring to attention at the thought of her. "I thought your girlfriend's name was Lisa?" "It is Lisa." He went out to the kitchen to answer the phone before his mother could continue her interrogation. "Tommy, is that you?" Cindy's voice seemed faint. She was, after all, a continent away, back in California to see her mother for the holidays. "No, it's fucking Santa Claus." A sigh from his mother made him regret that. She was nowhere to be seen. With a panic, he realized that she might be listening in from the line in the den. "Well, fucking Santa, you can slide up my fucking chimney any time. Only the next time, maybe up the big one." "Cindy, please." He was sure he was hearing little gasps in the background. His mother, outraged. No, his mother trying not to laugh. "At least to start." "How is Palo Alto?" "Boring! Boring! Boring! And it's rainy all the time now. I'm coming back just before New Years. I'm going to spend New Years back with my dad. Happy New Years sixty-nine. Maybe it's going to be our year." She giggled, and Tom gave a little groan. "Well, it's okay. I'd rather fuck anyway. How about you?" "Either is okay." "No, silly, when are you coming -- I mean returning?" "I'm back for track practice the next week." "Great. I'll see you then. You know Lisa isn't coming back until the term starts. Maybe we can do a little more chimney sweeping in the meantime." No, that's what he should have said. No way in hell. He was in love with Lisa. Well, he liked her a lot, a whole lot. She was beautiful and sexy. She was the first girl who had gotten naked for him, who had let him kiss her nipples and her clit. They had never actually had true sex, but they had climaxed together many times. Well, not that many, a few dozen, perhaps. The last night before she had to leave for home, they had lain together naked in her bed and she had whispered that she loved him. And he had whispered back, so quietly that it was barely said, that he loved her too. That's what he should have told Cindy, that it was all a mistake, that he could never make that mistake again. But instead he said, "Sounds good to me," just before a click announced the end of the conversation. It sounded so good that he had to rush to the bathroom to avoid coming in his pants. But when he got there, his poor cock was still so swollen that he could hardly bear to touch it. Damn! It was twice its usual diameter, red and aching. He wondered briefly if Cindy had given him some venereal disease. More likely, hopefully, it was just irritation from cleaning out her little chimney for so long with no lubrication. It wasn't as if he had intended to. Really he hadn't intended anything at all. The girl had been flirting with him for a couple of weeks, but they were just friends. There wasn't anything to it. He only knew her because she was Lisa's friend. Everyone knew that he and Lisa were a number. Then, all of a sudden, the night before he was heading home, there she was, at his door. His roommate was gone already, most of the dorm was gone already. He was lonely. She was lonely. Why not share a pizza, why not have a couple of beers? His roommate had a little stash of pot that was going to spoil, wouldn't it? The cleaning ladies might find it, they were known to go through everything when the students were gone. Better get rid of it before there was trouble. The next thing he'd known, she'd been complaining about how hot it was. She'd taken off her sweatshirt. Nothing underneath but a bra. Then she'd taken off her blue jeans. He'd never realized what a nifty little body she had, not tall and lanky like Lisa, but tiny, barely more than five feet tall, short legs, big butt, little perky breasts, like Tinkerbelle. She'd been sitting there cross legged, with her panties slid half way over, so that he could see her pussy lips poking out on one side. At that point, Tom had done the polite thing, and asked her if she wanted to go to bed. No fumbling, no kissing, none of those pathetic groping attempts at breast or groin. Not even a preliminary kiss. He had just asked, and she had removed her remaining clothing and stretched out on the bed, her knees drawn up to expose herself completely to him. She had not realized that it was all bluff on his part. Well, maybe she knew. For all he knew the girls talked to each other. Maybe Lisa had told her that he'd never gone beyond a blow job and some pussy licking, maybe rubbing his cock between closed thighs in simulated sex. Never actually inside. Lisa wanted to remain a virgin, technically. So he was still a virgin, technically. Maybe. Certainly he had been for sure, up until two nights ago. Then Cindy had shown up, and they'd gone to bed. Well, it wasn't that simple. She had taken off her clothes and lain down on his bed and he had just stared at her for a while. Then he'd had the presence of mind to take off his own clothing. That was a good start. He knew well enough that he had a beautiful body. He could hear a little gasp of admiration as he took his shirt off. Not so much so when he pulled off his pants. Okay, he was no giant, but he was big enough. Bigger than his teammates. They'd had a little contest, one day after soccer practice and he'd come out the winner in length, if not in thickness. Maybe she was used to something wider? He stared down at his cock now -- twice as thick as it had been. Maybe it would stay like that. Maybe ass fucking would make it grow. He had stared at her, at her breasts, at her expectant face, at her pussy lips spread for his delectation, and he had withered. Even now he was flushing in embarrassment at the memory. He remember reading Ovid's Art of Love, that line about wilting at the very moment the gates were opened wide, and he'd realized it was happening to him. This girl probably did not weigh a hundred pounds, and she was making him tremble in terror. What was that other line from Ovid? They lick, not fuck? That was an idea. He'd knelt down at the bottom of the bed and pressed his tongue into her tangy flesh. And she had liked that, she had liked that a lot. But just when it had seemed like she was really liking it, she'd told him that she didn't want to come that way, and she'd pulled his hair to get him up on top of her. He hadn't been so scared since the time in high school he'd dared to ask out the Swedish exchange student. He was still completely limp, not just limp, shrivelled, cold, numb. He wasn't even sure if he still had a penis. So he'd started to rub between her legs, the way he did with Lisa. That was all Lisa wanted, it was all he was really prepared to do. Then, something had happened. He had started to get hard. He'd started to enjoy it. He'd just kept rubbing. There wasn't as much friction as he was used to with her legs pulled up like that, so he'd rubbed back further, back between her cheeks. And she'd given him a little quizzical look, a little grunt of surprise, and he'd been inside her. Or was he? Maybe he was just trapped in between her cheeks. He had reached down to feel that he definitely was not in her pussy. He had stuck a couple of fingers in there, he had rubbed her clit a little, and she had come. She had come several times before he finally had ejaculated. "That was real," she'd said, and she had pulled on her clothes and left. He had expected that she would never talk to him again. But now she'd called. Now she was waiting for him. Well, not waiting for him yet. Soon, very soon. Five days to Christmas, twelve days until New Years, two weeks until he could be back in bed with her. That really was not so soon after all. The thought of all that waiting was too much to bear. He pressed against the sink, gave a few careful tugs, and spurted out two days of pent up desire. When he came out of the bathroom, his father was waiting for him. "Tom, we need to have a little talk." "A talk?" His father was squirming in discomfort. "Your mother was saying ... Tom, you are away at college now, you may be having ... experiences ..." His father gave Tom a pleading look. Tom said nothing. He tried to keep his expression completely noncommittal. "Tom," his father went on, "we raised you to be a gentleman." "Yes sir." That was enough to make Tom flush with embarrassment. "Tom, you mother ... we ... think you should have this." His father handed him a small package, gaily wrapped. "Merry Christmas." His father fled. Tom opened the package. It was a ten pack of Trojan Natural Lambs. "Did you talk to him?" It was his mother's voice, in a whisper that was too loud. "I talked to him." "You gave him the things?" "I gave him the things. Look on the bright side. At least he's not gay." "Gay?" "Homosexual." "Robert! Bite your tongue!" He pulled on his sweats to head out for a long run. But his mother cornered him before he could escape to the cool darkness of the streets. "Tom, I have a favour to ask you." "A favour?" "You remember Sally?" "Of course I remember Sally." That was a stupid question. There were pictures of Tom and Sally in tuxedo and prom dress on the piano. His senior prom, her junior prom, she being a year behind they had gone to both of them. "We broke up," he added. Not that there had been much there to begin with. She had dated Tom to impress her girlfriends, because he was good looking and a jock and the best student in the school. He had dated her to impress his teammates because she was pretty and had really big tits and a super body. He had known there was something that you were supposed to feel about a girl, but it hadn't happened for him. So he'd thought if he dated the same girl for a while, maybe made her his girl friend, that whatever it was would happen. But it never had. They were a really good looking couple, they had gone out together for a while, they had even done a little kissing and fumbling around. But there had never been any spark. "Sally doesn't have a date for the Christmas dance." "At the high school?" Tom's voice dripped with contempt. "At the high school. Tom, please, I know it's short notice." "When is it?" "Tomorrow night. Tom, really, if you could just call her and ask her if she would like to go with you. I talked to her mother, she is really at her wit's end ... please?" "Okay." "Thank you!" His mother gave him a hug. "One thing." "What's that?" "She is not a college girl. Remember that." Not one of your whores, the look in his mother's eyes said. "She could be in college. She's a year behind because she's stupid." "She's not stupid. What a thing to say about your girlfriend. She's a year behind because she was adopted. Plus she would have been really young for her class. She's almost a Christmas baby." "She's not my girl friend. She never was my girlfriend. She's a girl I used to date." He emphasized the word used. Then he added, "adopted?" "She never told you? Anyway, I don't care how old she is, she's still in high school. She's still innocent. Her mother and I are friends from church. Your father taught her confirmation class. Behave yourself." "Yes, mother." . . . . "What did you think of the dance?" Sally was sitting at the other side of his father's LTD. They were still in the parking lot at the high school, down by the tennis courts. Tom had a fleeting memory of Sally in a tiny little tennis skirt. She'd been sitting there, almost in the same place, glistening from the heat, legs spread wide to catch the blast of coolness from the air conditioner. And he had just stared at her, and she had laughed at his timidity. He had attempted, feebly, to make out, and she had fended him off with a dead wasp she had found on the dashboard. Then they had gone back to her house and had some lemonade. How was the dance? One thing about Sally, she could really dance. If you saw her on the dance floor, you would think she was the sexiest girl in the universe. She was wearing this tiny little dress, no shoulders, lots of cleavage, the tiny skirt slit so that it swirled away as her hips moved. There had been a lot of slow dances, and she had been snuggling into him a lot more than he remembered from the proms. And it was all just a tease. However sexy she looked in public, she was cold as ice now, sitting there as far away as she could, huddling in her little fur wrap. He was sitting as far away as he could on the driver side, thinking how much he missed Lisa, or Cindy. He was thinking how much he hated this stuck up, cock teasing bitch who'd gotten him worked up and then held out on him so many times. But he was a sophisticated man of the world now. "Pretty tame," he said, with a yawn. "The dances at college are BYOB." "BYOB." "Bring your own bottle. You bring a bottle of booze, the dance provides setups, everyone gets smashed, and you go back up to the dorm to have sex. That is, if you don't do it right under the table." Actually, that was not too much of an exaggeration. His relationship with Lisa had started at the Harvest Ball. They'd been on one date before that, a blind date, just meeting for a cup of coffee, and he had invited her to the dance, and she had accepted. She'd been very shy, very wan, not very sexy looking. Nothing like Sally. He hadn't realized that her big sister had been living with a guy for a year or two, that she was an art student who had been drawing nudes from live models, that she was a time bomb just waiting to go off. It was getting hot in the car, with the windows closed, and Sally shrugged off her wrap. A blast of perfume came out from within -- the scent familiar. Jean Nate. The same scent Lisa used. He remembered now that Cindy had reeked of it. Yes, she had cleaned herself up, perfumed herself. She'd been wearing nice lace undies beneath the sweat shirt and blue jeans. The bitch had been planning all along to bed him. Sally was giggling. "What's so funny? She pulled a little silver flask out of her purse. "Want a snort?" "Damn!" It had a little blackberry brandy in it. He suspected that at one time it had contained quite a bit more. "You never wondered why Jane and I were running to the ladies room all the time at the senior prom? God, I got so looped! I was waiting for you to take advantage of me." Sally took another sip from the flask. "But you were always such a gentleman." She gave a little hiccup. There was a long, sullen silence. I'm a fool, Tom was thinking to himself, such a fucking fool. No, a non fucking fool, the very worst kind. "Is that all it is up there, booze and sex?" Sally was trying, without too much success, to project moral outrage. "Drugs, too." "Oh." She drew the coat back around her. The windows had steamed over completely now. He turned the ignition far enough to open his a tiny crack. "We don't have to go home yet." "Okay." "You've done it?" "Had drugs? Just a little pot. Nothing serious." "No. Done it. You know, done the nasty. Had sex. Along with all your booze and drugs." "Yes." He said it with a yawn, as if it was a question not even worth asking. Well, it was more or less true. She was looking at him in a different way now. "Really? You know, I've been out with some non virgins before. They weren't quite as shy. They weren't such, you know, gentlemen." She slid over to the seat next to him, pressing against him. He kissed her, and she didn't stop him. He put his tongue against her kips, and she opened her mouth to greet it. He ran his left hand up her belly until it was cupped around her right breast. Really, there was so much stiff dress fabric, and bra beneath, that he really couldn't feel flesh. But she touched his hand, and squeezed, and left it there. So he moved it up a bit, to where her bare chest was heaving above the low cut bodice, and back down again, beneath the bra, to find a nipple. Her left hand was still on his, but her right hand was rubbing his thigh, searching to find where his erection was hidden. His right hand was pinned behind her, but he used it to find the clasp for her bra. Practice makes perfect. He'd worked that stunt on Lisa a few times, before they'd gotten to the point where she just took her clothes off before they started making out. Well, he had fantasized about those breasts. He had longed to touch them, to see them, to nibble on them ... "Stop that!" She pulled his mouth away. "That tickles!" "It's not supposed to tickle." He put his mouth back. His right hand was free now, and he put it on her thigh. Stockings -- no, worse yet, pantyhose. And when he reached her groin, he found something stiff and hard. "Sorry," she sighed. "Wrong time of the month." She had found the right place to rub. He started to unzip his pants, but she stopped him. "Just like this," she said. It was just as well, he was still pretty raw. A few more rubs, and he was coming in his underwear. "Does that feel better?" she was taunting him. "Are you feeling so relaxed now?" She had been playing him for such a fool. No, not even that. She had been there for the taking, all along, and he had just been too timid. "Damn!" "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "You're mad because it was the wrong time of the month?" "It's not that." He put his hand up under her dress, up to her hard bare belly, and began to work it back down again under the elastic restraints of the panty hose. The angle was wrong, the waistband was cutting into his wrist, and she was squirming away from him. Still, he managed to work his fingers down to find smooth hot flesh beyond a patch of fur. "Stop it. I told you, it's the wrong time of the month." "I'll be careful." "Careful?" "I won't go too far down." "Promise?" "Promise." "Okay. It's almost over anyway." She relaxed a bit, she even eased down the pantyhose a little to save his wrist. She started to shiver again as his hand worked its way downward, but she didn't pull it away. There was hair, a hint of parting, the little, not so little, nub of her clitoris. Damn, she had a cunt. What a surprise. Well, it would have been, a couple of months ago. Now his fingers knew exactly where to go. He found a nipple with his mouth, he started to rub his finger along that little nub, and she began to shudder. Lisa had been happy, very happy, the first time he had made her come, but she hadn't been surprised. She'd even helped to show him just where and how to use his fingers to pleasure her. But Sally was surprised. She gave a gasp of astonishment, then she clenched his wrist, forcing his hand further into her, not letting it go until she had finished shuddering. "Oh my God! Is that what it feels like? Oh my God!" Well, you little cunt, Tom thought to himself, I guess none of your non virgin friends ever did that for you. He felt a rush of anger and revenge. Serves her right, the fucking cock teasing little bitch. Then he saw the look of adoration in Sally's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. She kissed him tenderly, passionately, and he realized that he might be in a lot of trouble. Home for the Holidays In the rear view mirror, a flashing blue light was approaching slowly. The security guard was giving them plenty time to get out of the way. He started up the engine, Sally rearranged her clothes, and they departed. They drove back to her house without another word. But when he walked her to the door, when he gave her a nice polite goodnight kiss for the benefit of her mother peering through the venetian blinds, she whispered "next week, let's go to the drive in." . . . . "You got a letter." His mother opened the bedroom door a crack, and stuck her hand through. "It's okay, Mom. I'm decent." "I always knock. Now." She had walked in on him a couple of times at an awkward moment, years ago, and she had never let him live it down. She opened the door, and wrinkled her nose. "You really need to keep a window open. It's stuffy." "Yes, Mother." "How did your date with Sally go?" "It was okay. We might go out again next week." "Really?" There was a glint of hope in his mother's eyes. "Sally is such a nice girl, from such a nice family. They go to our church. They have money, too. Her father has a very big job, he's a director or something. He's a trustee at the church." She made it sound like he was the Pope. "You know, it's important in a relationship, to find someone who shares your values." "A nice Presbyterian girl?" "Well, maybe a Methodist." "Not some Jewish whore?" "Thomas, I did not say that! I have nothing against Jewish people. It's just that, you have to think ahead. Where are you going to get married? How are you going to raise your children?" "Married? Children?" The look of horror in his eyes was too much for his mother. She handed him the letter and ran out into the hall. He could hear her out there trying to suppress her giggles. With a sigh, he took a look at the letter -- tissue paper thin stationary, the address inscribed in purple ink, in a delicate, spidery hand. Even after its journey through the mail, it still reeked of perfume. "You got a letter from your girl friend?" His brother had walked into the room, unannounced. Well, technically it was his brother's bedroom now. He didn't even have a bed in it. Somehow, his brother had convinced his parents to replace the twin beds with one oversize water bed. What were they thinking? What was a fourteen year old going to do with a water bed? But his dresser was still in here. It was where he changed his clothes. "Nice," his brother snatched the letter, still unopened, from him. "Jean Nate?" "Give that back." Instead, his brother opened the letter and began to read it in a simpering falsetto. "Dear, dearest Tom. I miss you. I want to kiss you, to touch you, to ... wait, I can't read that word, to something you. I want to ..." he unfolded the page, and let out a whistle. "Holy fucking shit." He held up the paper. There, in the middle of the page, in the same purple ink, was a sketch of a naked Lisa and a naked Tom, kissing. "She's an artist," Tom said. "She draws nudes all the time." "No shit. You're fucking really fucking her? No shit. Wait until I show this to Larry." "You little shithead!" Tom was too late. By the time he could move, his brother was out the door. It wasn't for nothing, though, that he was running track. He caught the little twerp by the end of the driveway. "What does this mean?" His brother was looking at the letter under the post light. "At the end. PS 3DL." "Nothing," Tom said. He snatched the letter away, and looked at the post mark. Two days ago. That would make five days now. Well, Lisa's periods had been erratic all Fall. It wasn't anything worth worrying about. But he was worried. . . . . "Please deposit seventy five cents, for the first three minutes." "Seventy five cents?" Tom gasped. "For three minutes? How much is two minutes?" "Seventy five cents is the minimum." The operator sounded really pissed that she was working on Christmas Eve. Who could blame her? Down the hall, he could hear the laughter of the reception after the evening service. No one else was headed for the rest rooms yet. "Would you prefer to call collect?" Oh yeah, he could imagine how well that would go over. Lisa's mother was okay, but her father thought that anyone with blonde hair was a concentration camp guard. Blonde hair, blue eyes, that made Tom a Nazi for sure. "Please deposit seventy five cents. Now." "Yes ma'am." He fumbled in his pocket for the coins. A quarter. That should mollify her. Appeasement. That hadn't worked with Hitler. It wasn't working with the operator either. "Sir, I have other customers waiting? Are you going to complete your call?" Another quarter, almost there, a dime, a dime -- no that one was a penny, and the phone rejected it, sending it rolling down the tiled floor of the Sunday school wing. "Sir!" "Just a moment, just a moment." A nickel. Another nickel. Then a dime! "Sir, you have deposited eighty cents. Would you like to start again?" "No, no, that's fine." "Very well, I am connecting you now." The phone began to ring. Damn it, Lisa, be home. Of course she'd be home. This night was nothing special for her. Answer the phone, damn it. It stopped ringing, and a gruff male voice answered. "Is Lisa there?" he stammered. "Who's calling." It wasn't a question, so much as a challenge. "Tom." "Tom." There was a pause, as one of those precious minutes started to slip away. "Hey Lisa, baby, it's your goyish Romeo." Another agonizing pause, another precious minute slipping away. "Tom!" The sound of her voice, the joy in her voice, was a revelation. This was the woman he loved. What was he doing, messing around with all those other ... breasts, pussies ... "Lisa. Merry Christmas. I mean, Happy Hanukah. I mean, I got your letter. Seven days now?" "Oh," she laughed. "It came. It saw. It conquered." "Oh. Thank goodness." "Please deposit an additional fifty cents." The operator's voice cut in. His pocket was empty, and a little kid was coming down the hall. "Got to go. Love you." "Love you too. See you soon." He wandered back into the reception. Sally wasn't there. Her family hadn't shown up for the Christmas Eve services. He felt a pang of guilt as he realized that he'd been looking forward to seeing her. Well, mostly he had come to get a chance to sneak in that call to Lisa. And of course there were all the Christmas cookies, brownies, chunks of fudge, eggnog and coffee. But the thought that Sally might be there, radiant in some really tiny little Christmas dress, had been in the back of his mind. There had been no sign of her. Too bad. He started to descend into deep existential angst. The service had been as beautiful as ever, the wreaths, the hymns, the choir, the great organ ringing out a Bach chorale. Then the candles, everyone holding a candle in the darkened church, singing Silent Night, and all he could think of was virgins waiting to be liberated from their virginity. It all meant nothing to him now. Everyone knew there was no God, no baby Jesus, well maybe there had been a baby Jesus once, but never any angels, no heavenly choir. It was all just a pious sham. He'd made his phone call. It was time to go home, as soon as he could get his parents to leave. Then he spotted Sally, over in a corner talking to Mike and Tracy. That in itself was strange. Sally liked jocks. If you didn't have a letter sweater, there was no sense even asking her out. And Mike and Tracy were the braniac twins, the hyper intellectuals. Tom knew, of course, that he was smarter than either of them, even though they were at Harvard and Radcliffe and he was only at Columbia. They were his friends, his intellectual friends, and Sally was his friend, but what the hell was Sally doing sucking up to Mike? She was standing there, just as he had imagined her, except that the dress was blue satin instead of red, hanging on every word from his one time best friend. "Tom! We were looking all over for you!" Sally greeted him with too much of a show of concern, and even gave him a little kiss. The pangs of jealousy he'd been feeling were replaced by a sudden terror. You are not my girlfriend, not my girlfriend, he was muttering to himself. The stupid bitch had gone and fallen in love with him. What the fuck was he going to do now? "Where's your eggnog?" She slipped that little silver flask out of her purse and added some clear fluid. "There, isn't that better?" Tom nearly choked as he tried to down it. "What the hell is that?" "Aquavit. One hundred fifty proof." "Sally is a life saver," Mike said, and he gave her a little hug. "She's a darling," Tracy added, "an angel of mercy. A St. Bernard with cleavage." She held out her cup and Sally refilled it. There was not a hint of eggnog in it. "You should be carrying your flask around your neck," she ran a finger down Sally's chest, "instead of ... wow, are those real?" What a question for one girl to ask another, Tom thought, and he expected Sally to deck Tracy on the spot. But instead, she pulled out a pendant that had been nestled between those magnificent breasts. It glittered with red and green stones. "Yep. My Christmas cross. My parents gave it to me early. I mean, if I'm not going to wear it tonight, when?" Real. Those were real rubies, real emeralds, real diamonds. Tom had known vaguely that Sally's parents had some money, but it had never really hit him. "Wow." "You are really beautiful." Tracy said it with such frank admiration, such utter lack of jealousy. "So are you," Sally answered. And it was true. Tracy had been a skinny, mousey little girl who hid herself in thick sweaters and long wool skirts. She didn't look so mousey tonight. Her hair, which had been a dirty brown in high school, was a beautiful dark red now, and Tom was wondering if it came out of a bottle. Her dress was shorter than Sally's, as if that were possible, and it had almost no back to it. He had never realized what beautiful skin Tracy had, white and creamy, not a sign of a pimple or even the possibility of one. There was no way she could be wearing a bra under that dress. She bent down to retrieve a fallen brownie crumb, and his suspicions were confirmed. "Have you been working out?" "Fencing," Tracy said. "Mike and I are both doing fencing." "Fencing?" "Yep. We learned how to fence when we were kids. But we've had to practice with each other until now." "Like a lot of other things," Mike added. Tracy gave him a really dirty look, and he added, "our German. We've had to keep our German up." "How about you Tom. Still running?" "Running now. I did soccer in the Fall." "Soccer? Really?" "Freshman team. But they want me back next year." "Congratulations. How about you Sally?" "Oh, the usual. Field hockey. See that?" She pointed to a little lump just below her right knee. "Basketball?" "Too wimpy. I'm doing indoor tennis this year. I'm second singles." "Good for you." There was a pause while they all admired themselves and drank more eggnog. Sally's flask was empty. "Mike was just starting to explain how Christmas is really a collection of pagan traditions. It's really very fascinating." Sally finally broke the silence. "December twenty-fifth was the birth date of a lot of gods," Mike said. "Mithras in particular. In the old Roman calendar, it used to be the date of the winter solstice." "Really?" Tom had never heard that. "Really. The sun is gone for three days and then it comes back. Does that sound familiar?" "And the three stars in the belt of Orion point to where the sun is going to rise," Tracy added. "The three wise men." "Aren't we really celebrating the Saturnalia?" Tom objected. "That's what I thought." "What was that?" Sally asked. "It was a big Roman fuckfest," Tracy said, too loudly. "I thought they just exchanged gifts," Tom objected. "They exchanged a lot of body fluids," Tracy snorted, "and shared some body parts, if you know what I mean. Christmas is just the same thing, dressed up. The Pilgrims wouldn't even celebrate Christmas. This is all just a pious fraud." "So why are you here then?" Sally seemed really upset. "I'm here for the fuckfest," Tracy whispered. She put a hand on each bare shoulder and kissed Sally on the forehead. "How about you?" "I'm only here for the brownies," Mike announced. "And the beautiful women." He leered at Sally, and she blushed and giggled a little. "It does get old though. Tell you what." He gave them a little wink. "How 'bout the four of us go back to our house, and we'll celebrate Christmas Eve the old fashioned way." "Saturnalia?" Tom stammered it out. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he couldn't believe that Sally was standing there, wide eyed, chest heaving and mottled with a light red rash. She wasn't paying attention to either of the boys. She was staring at Tracy with a fascination that was unsettling. "Saturnalia," Tracy whispered. "We'll all give each other a little Christmas present. Some little part of ourselves." "I can't. I came with my parents," Sally stammered. "So did I," Tom echoed. It was starting to get very warm in Fellowship Hall. He was wearing his good wool suit, and it was way too heavy. "Well, tell them you're going home with us. No problem." Mike broke the tension with a laugh. "You'll get us back home?" "Eventually." The way Tracy drawled that was enough to make Sally shiver. But it was with anticipation, not fear. They made their arrangements, retrieved their coats, in Sally's case, just that little fur wrap, and went out to find Mike's car. It was a VW Beetle, with almost no back seat. "Put your coats in the trunk," he said, and laughed as Sally headed for the rear of the car. "Ladies in the back," he announced, in a tone that did not allow for argument. Well, Mike was driving, and there was no way Tom was going to fit back there. Even Sally had her knees pulled up trying to wedge herself in behind the front seat. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and it was pretty obvious her period was over. She was wearing tiny lace panties that didn't cover much of anything. She saw Tom's stare, and giggled a little. "Mommy always told me to wear nice underwear." Tracy crawled in next to her. "Comfy?" She wiggled around a bit and hiked up her own skirt, as if that were necessary. "Damn, I've got no where to put this arm. Do you mind?" And with that she put her hand on Sally's leg. "Same here," Sally said, and she moved her arm up around Tracy's shoulder. "That's better." Tracy gave her a little kiss on the cheek. "I'm sure we're going to be really good friends by the time we get home. How about you two up there? Are you doing any male bonding?" "Bucket seats," Mike said. "Stick shift in the middle." "Oh well. We'll just have to wait until we get there, right?" "So how do you like college?" Sally asked. She was uncomfortably aware of Tracy's hand on her thigh. Her cheek was burning from that little kiss. "Oh, it is such a relief to be out of high school. You know, we didn't move here until tenth grade." "Your father was in the army?" "Over in West Germany. You know, it's different there. Kids have sex, and no one thinks anything of it. When I came over here, I was used to having sex. But you can't do that in high school here. If you have sex, you're a slut. So I had to keep a very low profile." A low profile. All those bulky sweaters. No makeup. The mousey little girl had just been a front. "Anyway," she giggled, "this semester I've been making up for lost time. Of course, I've discovered that I like girls, too." That last was whispered in Sally's ear, and followed by a tongue pressed into the same place. No one had ever done that to her before. She felt as if a shock was going straight from her ear down to her groin. She realized that the hand that had been on her thigh was up above her stockings now, fingers brushing against the hem of the lace panties. "What about you Mike?" Sally gathered herself up enough to taunt him. "Do you like guys?" There was only sullen silence from the front seat. "We'll train them," Tracy whispered. "We'll get them whipped into shape, won't we, Sally dear? They're going to be our little sex slaves." "Aren't your parents home?" Tom asked with a note of hope or desperation in his voice. "They are away for the evening," Mike said, as if it was no big deal. "They went to a party right after church," Tracy added. "What time are they coming back?" "Who knows. Late. Very late." "Sometime tomorrow, even," Tracy added. "Sounds like some party," Sally drawled. She had moved her arm so that it was just draped over Tracy's shoulder, so that her hand was just brushing a breast, or a least where a breast should have been. She reached down a bit further, and realized that she had encountered a nipple. "Sorry," she muttered, and started to move her hand away, but Tracy held it there, and shrugged a shoulder to make it less awkward. "I guess. We wanted to go this year but they said everyone was too old for us." They had arrived. Mike and Tracy lived in one of the little split levels down on the main road. Their father was a cop, their mother was a nurse, blue collar, really, but somehow they had wound up going to college in Cambridge. Co-valedictorians, they had nudged Tom out. They were on full scholarship. Everyone had made a big deal about it, full scholarship to Harvard, and why didn't Tom get a scholarship to Columbia? Of course, Tom's father hadn't even bothered to fill out the financial disclosure form. That was why. Tom lived up on the hill, where the big houses were. So did Sally. Tom got out, and Sally and Tracy started to untangle themselves. "I mean," Tracy added, "I guess they are all my parents' age. They've been having this party for a long time." "They went to an orgy?" Sally asked it with such innocence that both Tracy and Mike sputtered with laughter. "No, no," Tracy said. "They have some Polish friends. They all get really loaded and then they go to midnight mass. At least," she added, "that's what they've always told us." "We'll just have to have a little party of our own," Mike added. He'd been very subdued since that remark about liking guys. "Oh yeah," Tracy said. "We have the place to ourselves. We've got plenty of toys ..." "Toys?" Sally seemed confused. "Aren't we a little old for toys?" "You'll see." They retrieved their coats from the trunk. Mike unlocked the front door and they went up a few steps into the living room. Split entrance, Sally thought to herself. That is so tacky. Plaid upholstery, shaggy wall to wall carpet, a little aluminum foil Christmas tree with packages in red and gold and green boxes underneath. Some of the trophies Mike and Tracy had accumulated during their high school years were displayed on the mantle over the fireplace. It looked as ordinary, as boring, as any other living room in the neighbourhood. Tom had been there many times. Sally looked around with a little sniff of contempt. Overstuffed chairs, a little pile of copies of Reader's Digest in a basket by the recliner. Her living room featured Persian carpets, Mies van der Rohe leather couches and copies of the Saturday Review. Not that she ever read it, but her parents had taste. These people didn't even know what taste was. "Where are all the books?" she had to ask. "I thought you two were such eggheads." "Down in the den." Mike seemed to be impervious to her sarcasm. "Want some more eggnog?" "I think I've had enough eggnog," Sally giggled. "Maybe more than enough." "Apple cider?" "Sounds good." Mike went into the kitchen and came back with a gallon jug of cider, four plastic glasses stacked together, and a box of donuts. Home for the Holidays "How elegant," Sally muttered under her breath. Tom gave a groan too. It was like every high school party he had been to. "How about some pot?" Tracy could have been the serpent in Eden, the way she said that. "It really makes the donuts taste good." "Pot?" Sally was wide eyed. "You mean marijuana? You really have some?" "You aren't afraid, are you?" Tracy gave her a little taunting kiss. "There's nothing to afraid of. Not yet." "Pot is okay," Tom offered. "You'll like it." Tracy went out into the hall and returned with a little bag. "You brought this home with you?" Sally was wide eyed. "I brought a lot of things home. You'll see." Tracy started to roll a reefer, right on the glass top of the coffee table. She lit it, took a puff, filling the living room with sweet smoke. Then on to Mike, on to Tom. By the time it got to Sally, Mike had turned the lights off, everything but the little silver Christmas tree. It was glowing red, blue, yellow, green, red, blue, yellow, green, over and over in a hypnotic pattern. Sally didn't need to smoke the reefer. The air was so thick that she was getting high just breathing. But then it came to her. "You need to inhale it," Tracy said. "I know how to smoke," Sally snorted. And she did. There were some boys she knew that smoked, and she smoked when she was with them. Not that Tom knew anything about her smoking, or those boys. She put the reefer in her mouth and sucked it in. Too much, too fast, and she was coughing. But her head felt like it was going to explode. Everything was too sharp and numb at the same time. She started to giggle again. "Wow, I guess I'm going to get some of the college experience after all." "This is it," Tracy offered in a husky whisper. "Sex, drugs, and rock and roll." But it wasn't a rock record that Mike put on. It was folk music, Peter Paul and Mary singing Christmas songs. Somehow Tracy and Sally had wound up together on the couch, Mike and Tom in chairs on the other side of the coffee table. It didn't look like much of an orgy. It looked like four kids getting sleepy. Tom sighed, and closed his eyes. He didn't know if he was disappointed or relieved. All those veiled, barely veiled, comments about male bonding. It sounded like Tracy wanted to match girl on girl with boy on boy and there was no way that was going to happen. Was there? He wasn't attracted to boys. Well, he did admire himself, in the mirror. His parents had a big floor length mirror on their closet, and in high school he used to go in there all the time to masturbate. He liked the way his belly looked, ridged with muscle, framed by his ribs and pecs, taut as he strained to come. He liked the way his body rippled when he moved, the perfection of it, not an ounce of fat, wiry and strong and very fast. Of course, at school he was surrounded by beautiful male bodies, casually naked. It was okay to admire them, why not? It was an abstract admiration, like looking at a Greek statue. Of course, the ancient Greeks had had a thing about guy on guy. Somehow, he had developed an erection, thinking about those sessions in front of the mirror, and he stuck a hand down into his pants pocket to attend to it. He realized it was getting warmer in the room. He shrugged off his jacket, took off his tie. "I wonder if it really is an orgy," Tracy mused. "This?" Tom asked. "No, my parents. Do you think they would go to an orgy on Christmas Eve?" "Do you think they even have sex?" Sally rolled her eyes. "Oh, they have sex all right. My mother is really noisy." "I don't think my parents have ever had sex. They sleep in separate bedrooms." "That doesn't mean they never had sex. Where did you come from?" "I'm adopted. At least that's the story. You know what though, I think my father is really my father. My mother got really drunk one night and told me that. She told me that my real mother was some little white trash whore my father had hired as a secretary just because he wanted to bang her." "Jesus," Mike sputtered. Sally started to cry. "It's okay," Tracy gave her a hug. "We've all got our dirty little secrets. Did your father ever try to rape you?" "Tracy!" Mike exploded. "Or your brother? Oh, you don't have a brother. See, things aren't so bad for you, after all." "I'm just white trash. You can dress me up, but that's all I am." "You're beautiful," Tom said. "Well, yes, there's that." The reefer came her way, and she took another long deep drag. "You know what though? I'm not going to waste my life being a good little housewife. I'm going to be the other woman, the home wrecker." "A courtesan," Mike suggested. "What's that?" "A really high priced whore." "Maybe," Sally pouted. "I want to be the mistress, the kept woman, someone's expensive, secret little toy. A very rich, very powerful someone." "But you can't do that without some training, can you, my dear?" Tracy purred. "How are you going to attract that special person?" "I've got the looks." "Looks alone aren't going to do it." "I suppose not." Sally sat back in what for her was deep contemplation. She wasn't passing on the reefer. She took another long drag, held the smoke for almost a minute, and then let it out with a sigh of bliss. "This is really good. Somehow the thrill has gone out of drinking." "Because it's legal now?" She nodded. "Yep. Birthday last week. I'm old enough to drink. Old enough to vote. Old enough to fuck." She stopped abruptly. Where had that come from? That was not a word she ever used. "Old enough to get drafted," Mike added. "Eat, drink and be merry." "And fuck," Tracy said. "She raised her glass of cider. "A toast to Saturn! And to fucking! Everyone is going to fuck everyone else every way possible tonight. Aren't we, dear?" She gave Sally a little kiss. "We'll give you that training. By the time the night is over, you will be a woman of the world." "I'm a virgin. I want to stay that way." "Until you get married?" Mike jibed. "I thought you just said weren't going to get married." "Look, dickhead, I've waited this long. I'm not going to throw it away on a whim. Understand? Once it's gone, it's gone." "I've never missed it," Tracy laughed. "It was gone before I ever knew I had it. But no problem, sweetie. We won't stick anything nasty inside that little virgin pussy of yours. Nothing hard, at least." Tracy moved down on to the rug. She reached up to pull off those little lace panties. Sally's pubic hair was jet black, just like her long tresses, not curly at all like Lisa's. It looked as if it had been carefully trimmed and combed. Nothing left to chance -- perfect nails, perfect eyelashes, legs and armpits shaved, her body was a work of art. Beneath that neatly groomed little patch of black fur, thick pink lips, a clitoris poking out like a miniature prick. And below that, fully on display, the little puckered rosebud of her asshole. The spicy sour musk of her desire mingled with the sweet smoke that had filled the room with haze. "Look at that, virgin pussy." Tracy moved in and blocked the view with her red hair. She started to kiss up Sally's thigh, as the two boys stared in fascination. "Tastes delicious." Sally started to come at the first touch of that tongue, and she kept coming for a long time. It was more a matter of Tracy deciding to stop, than Sally being sated. "Save it," Tracy said. "We've got a long night ahead of us." She turned around to look at the boys. "Well, come on guys, it's your turn. At least get your clothes off. Tell you what, Sally and I will demonstrate. You two can take your clothes off and start to get acquainted. Take off your dress, dear. Oh my, look at those breasts. I didn't tell you to take off your bra." Sally had slid it beneath her breasts, and she left it there, so that it was pushing them straight out. Tracy pulled off her own dress. She was only wearing panties underneath, and she shrugged those off also. She had tiny breasts, even smaller than Lisa. Her whole figure was bony, no hips, wiry muscles, almost like a boy, except of course, for one important piece of anatomy. She was shaved, and there was a little butterfly tattoo where her pubic hair should have been. She barely had a pussy, just a little indentation in that smooth white skin. "Remember what I did for you?" Sally nodded. "No, turn around so we're upside down. That's it. Yes, lick right there. That's good. You ever taste pussy before?" Sally mumbled a no. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" Tracy started to lick again, but further back, at the base of Sally's slit. She kept licking back further, waiting for a protest. When none came, she started to lick Sally's cute little asshole. The two boys were naked by now, they were staring at it all with intense interest, stroking themselves. They were crowded together trying to get a few, so close their hips were touching. Tom risked a furtive glance over at his friend. Of course he'd seen Mike naked many times, but never with an erection. Mike's dick was a little longer, he was sure of it, long and wickedly curved upward, like a rapier. But Tom was still a lot thicker. The redness was gone, but he was still a little swollen. "Come on guys," Tracy paused to look up at them, "get acquainted." She abandoned Sally to get up on her knees, taking a cock in each hand. "Am I the only one here who's ever given a blow job?" No one else was going to admit it, if they had. "Well, we'll have to learn then, won't we? Come here dear, come here beside me. Now, I don't want to give a blow job to my own brother, well I do, maybe later, but not right now. So anything I do to Tommy, you do to Mike, okay? You never licked a cock before?" "I've never really seen a cock, a penis," Sally blurted. "Except pictures, in sex ed. They didn't look as big." "Well, guys, there's a nice compliment. So, give it a little lick, right on the tip. What do you think? Nice?" "Sort of." "Girls are sour, boys are sweet. Okay, open your mouth and just let it slide in. No, Mike, don't come yet. We've got a long way to go. Okay." Tracy stopped talking for a while. She was a lot better than Lisa. She was able to take Tom's cock in all the way up to his balls. "Wow," Tom said, as he saw a little bulge all the way down in her throat. He could see it, he could feel it, but he really couldn't believe it. "Okay," Tracy gasped, catching her breath. "We're all going to learn how to do that. Aren't we? Here Tom, come down here, sit next to Sally. We're going to teach Sally first. You pay attention. Now, Sally dear, did you ever go to the circus? Of course you did. Did you ever see a sword swallower? You know how they tilt their heads back? You want to make it seem like you are looking up at that special someone with adoring eyes. But really, it's just to get your mouth lined up with your throat. Look, like this." She looked up at her brother and took his cock into her mouth. She gagged a little, and it vanished down her throat. She pushed her mouth up until her lips were touching his balls, then pulled away. "Did you hear how I gagged a little? That was on purpose, to get a little bit of lubrication. Okay Sally, want to try?" Sally might not have been the sharpest tool on the bench, but she had excellent physical skills. She was used to listening carefully to coaches and doing drills. The aquavit and the pot had numbed any inhibitions. She put Mike's cock in her mouth. She had thought it would be disgusting, but she liked the way it tasted, the way it felt, even better than a tongue. She let it slide all the way back, she gave a little cough, and she tried to swallow it. Mike knew just when to give a little push, and there it was, sliding down the hatch like a big pill. She kept pushing until she had his pubic hair in her teeth. She realized eventually that she had to breathe, and she couldn't with a penis in her throat. She collapsed to the floor, gasping and gagging. Tracy pulled her back up onto her knees. "Sally, that was fantastic! Come here Tom, give Sally a nice kiss. That's it. Keep kissing her." Tracy urged Mike forward, so that his cock slid into Sally's mouth again. "Keep kissing her. Put your tongue in her mouth. You feel Mike's cock? How does that feel? Do you like the way it feels?" Sally didn't need a hint. She shifted a little, so that the cock was transferred. She maintained the kiss, but now it was her tongue, and Mike's cock, that were in Tom's mouth. It was like the best French kiss ever. He closed his eyes. Someone pushed him down onto the floor. He could feel Mike shifting position. Someone was sucking his cock. Someone was licking his asshole, using a finger to fuck it. He was coming, and his mouth was full of sticky fluid. Two girls were laughing hysterically. He didn't want to open his eyes. "Okay guys," Tracy was saying. "Why don't you two wash up and rest for a bit. Sally and I need to get ready for phase two." The girls vanished, giggling, into a bedroom. Tom opened his eyes. Mike was lying on his back, a look of bliss on his face. "You got any mouthwash?" "Mouthwash? Sure. Back in our bathroom. Want to take a shower?" "Maybe later." "Take a good shit while you're at it. Just a suggestion." "Why do you say that?" "You heard what Tracy said. We're going to fuck in every way possible." "Yeah?" "Well, we just did mouths. You do the math." "You've got to be kidding." Just then, the girls returned. They were both sporting strapon dildos. "I need the bathroom," Tom muttered, and he bolted. "You scared the shit out of him," Mike was laughing. "Actually, I think I better make a stop." "Hurry up," Tracy was laughing. "You'll miss the show." Tom was back almost right away. Everything had come out in a rush of anticipation and fear. He had rinsed off quickly, and there were still little drops of water all over his body. "Okay," Tracy said. She was on her hands and knees in front of the couch, head down to the floor. She had her knees pulled up almost all the way to her elbows. That had spread her cheeks wide open. She did have a pussy, after all. The light pink folds of it were peeking out from the strapon that was hanging down between her thighs. But it was the little opening above it that was the center of attention. "Sally is going to do me first. Tom, you're going to help. You ever do a girl that way?" "Yep." Sort of. Maybe. "Good. You can show Sally here how it's done. Tom, you can get me started." "Started?" "Lick me. Get me lubricated. We have some lube, but you can't always count on it, can you?" He remembered how casually she'd been licking Sally's asshole, and how exciting it had been to watch that. He couldn't even start with her cunt. The strapon was covering it. He kissed one cheek. Sally was beside him, kissing the other. Just like with Mike. They kissed, then slid their tongues together inward. Then, their tongues had found puckered flesh. Tracy sighed, the flesh parted, and their tongues slid together into -- something. Something hot and tight. "Oh my God!" Tracy was gasping, "oh my God!" She was coming, really coming for the first time that evening. For a moment, she had lost control. Tom fumbled a finger underneath the strapon. The mere touch of it against that hot pink flesh was enough to send Tracy into another climax. She was in spasm around their tongues. "Shit! Shit!" She collapsed away from them, onto the rug, crying, then laughing. "Okay," she said, when she had recovered. She gathered herself back onto her knees. "Sorry I got a little carried away there. Where were we? Lube yourself up, Sally. Okay Tom, help her aim. No, that's too high." She reached back to help guide the dildo in. "That's good." She gave another sigh. Tom watched in fascination as Sally's dildo vanished. "That's good. I'm not going to come again that quickly. Okay, who's next?" There was a pause. "I am," Sally said. "But only if Tom promises." "If you do it, I'll do it." Why was he saying that? Because he wanted to get up Sally's ass? Or because he wanted Sally up his? Or maybe Mike. "Promise." Sally gave him another kiss, and he remembered what they had shared in their kisses that evening. Then she knelt down and offered herself up. Tom kissed that offering, no hesitation this time, he ran his tongue around the puckered flesh, and it opened for him, but not very much. "Let me do it," Tracy sighed. She probed gently with tongue and finger until the finger had vanished, and then the tongue after it. Then she greased her dildo and began to work it inward. "Tell me if it hurts." "It's fine," Sally said, but you could see it wasn't really fine. It was hurting, but she was tough girl, an athlete. She wasn't going to let a little pain get to her. Tom kissed her, he began to suckle on her breasts, and that was enough of a distraction. The dildo worked its way in, and Tracy began to fuck her. Sally had closed her eyes. She was almost in a trance, a state of deep pleasure or pain, moaning a little at each stroke. Tracy motioned to Tom, and he came back beside her. She withdrew, and he replaced her. Sally was by now so loose, so relaxed, that there was no resistance. He slid all the way within her, just like that. He could feel the tip of his penis brushing up against the end of her rectum. He didn't dare go any deeper. It wasn't anything like grinding into Cindy. It wasn't even like the near fucks he'd done so often with Lisa. As he started to move, she tightened around him, grabbing him in a slick, hot vice. She was whimpering. "Is that too much?" "God, no. Go deeper!" "I can't go deeper." "Go deeper, damn it!" She pushed back against him. "Is that all you've got?" He dared to press against the knot that was blocking him, and it parted. "Oh God, finally!" He slid in even further, all the way into her bowels. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Do it faster! Shit!" She was gasping, in spasm as she came. Before he could follow her, she fell away from him, collapsing on her belly, leaving him hanging. Almost at once, he felt a nibble on his butt. Well, he should have been expecting it. He had promised, after all. A promise was a promise. A tongue, a finger, that felt wonderful, then the soft tip of the dildo, pushing into him. It hurt unbearably for an instant. Then something relaxed, and it was okay. It moved further in, sliding within his bowels. My God, he thought, this is what it feels like to get fucked. There was one place that shot a bolt of pleasure, right into the base of his penis, each time the dildo hit it, and he arched his back, he reached back to spread his cheeks, to make that happen more often. "Oh you little whore," Tracy was simpering. "Are you my little anal slut? Do you want me to fuck your cute little fucking asshole?" "Yes." "Yes what?" There was a slap on his butt. "I don't know. Just fuck the shit out of me." Instead, she stopped. Then it started again. But it was different -- bigger, softer, more intense. He realized that Mike had replaced her. A least he's not gay. Those words came echoing to his mind. This was about as gay as it got. Unimaginable, horrible, something that he would never do, not it a million years. It felt really good. Mike knew what he was doing. He worked his way through into Tom's bowels without hesitation, and Tom knew why Sally had been going wild. If it hadn't been for all the booze, all the pot, the fact he'd come a couple of times already, he would have ejaculated at the first brush of that cock through the valves to do its second stage of penetration. As it was, it pushed him into an orgasm that was centered further back, and one that was lasting forever. He has seen Lisa come like that, for a long time, and he had wondered what it felt like. Now he knew. Tracy crawled under him, on her back, and began to suck his cock. The fact that it had just emerged from Sally's guts didn't seem to faze her. Out of simple courtesy, he slipped her dildo out of the way and started to lick her pussy. Sally got up, took off her dildo, and lay down on his back. He could see in the mantle mirror that she had her legs up over Mike's shoulders. Mike was pushing really hard and fast now, then he gave one final thrust and that was enough to push Tom over the top. It seemed like all four of them came at the same moment, in one vast, triumphant explosion. Home for the Holidays "Oh," Mike was sighing, "that was really, really good." He was giving Tom little kisses down the back, and Tom thought that was a really sissy thing to do, but he was too tired to protest. He had never imagined his body was capable of such pleasure. He was as astonished as Sally had been, a few nights before. Sally was there beside him, and he kissed her, then he kissed Tracy. They all were lying there for a moment, watching the tree, listening to the music, in a mood of perfect, satiated contentment. The little clock on the mantle started to chime on its way to midnight. One, two, but then it stopped. "Two o'clock," Sally murmured dreamily. "Time flies when you're having fun." "Shit!" Tracy was scrambling around, throwing garments at them all. "What's the matter?" "Midnight mass is over, for sure. Get some clothes on." A car was coming, and she went into a panic. "It's my fucking parents!" But the car drove by. Tom desperately needed to clean up. His body was covered with sticky slime. This was his good wool suit, his nice dress shirt, his new silk tie. He gathered them all into a bundle and headed for the bathroom. By the time he got back out, the others were fully dressed, sitting demurely around the cider and donuts. The door was open to try to air out the pot haze, but that wasn't working so well. "We'd better get going," Tom said. He took a look at Mike, sprawled in the recliner, snoring. "I guess we can walk." "Sure, we can walk," Sally said. "It's not that far." But when they got outside, she was shivering. That tiny little dress, that little fur wrap, didn't offer much protection from the cold. Tom took his coat, his big leather trench coat, the Storm Trooper coat, Lisa called it, and slipped it over her shoulders. "Thanks," she said, and gave him a little kiss. "You are such a gentleman." That was enough to make him blush, after all the things they had done together and to each other. "Are you going to be rich and powerful some day?" "Maybe." "I'd probably be too old for you by then. You're too nice, anyway." "Too nice?" "To have a secret lady." Lisa, Lisa, what am I doing here? Tom began to shiver. "You're not too cold without the coat? Here, we'll share it." She moved in to hold him close to her, and draped the coat over both of their shoulders. It was awkward walking that way, but nice, slow and dreamy. A lot of the houses still had their Christmas lights on, inside lights too as parents struggled to play Santa while their children pretended to sleep. Sally started to sing, "Hey ho, nobody home, hey ho, nobody home. Eat or drink or money have I none. Yet will I be me-e-er-ry." Her voice was sweet and clear, perfectly on key. Beautiful, so beautiful, and Tom began to cry. "What's the matter? You don't like my singing?" "I love your singing." I love you. Shit. "Look, there are the three wise men." He pointed out the belt in Orion. A plane droned overhead. "There's Rudolf!" She pointed at the flashing red light. She started to sing again, Silent Night this time, but when she got to the virgin part she broke into giggles. "What's the matter?" "I'm still a virgin! Still a virgin! After all that!" "Tender and mild?" "Don't push it." Home for the Holidays Her eyes opened to slits, then she squeezed them shut with a soft groan. There was a headache sitting behind her eyes, laying in wait, rushing forward as soon as she opened her lids. Licking her lips, she realized she was parched. She blinked and pushed herself up onto her elbows, squinting at her surroundings. The light from the bedside lamp seemed blinding in her sensitive state. There was a large, rough hand cupping one of her breasts. Attached to the hand was a snoring man, half of his face buried in a pillow. Pieces of yesterday were trying to knit themselves together in her foggy brain. He was an auto mechanic. Leaning onto her left arm, she reached across her body to lift his work-stained left hand from her breast. She wondered if the grease and brake dust could ever be completely scrubbed from those hands, and she blinked to clear her vision, her gaze settling on his ring finger. There was a clean band of skin, where something was missing. "You fucking prick." Disgusted, she threw the dead weight of his arm away from her body, which was half tangled in the sheet. As she fought to separate herself from the bed linens, she cursed him. "Now I'm a fucking home-wrecker," she muttered, sitting on the edge of the mattress. The large red LEDs on the clock said it was nearly 4 a.m. Running her fingers through her hair, she wondered why she was such a dirtbag magnet. Tragically, as successful as she was in her professional life, she was every bit as unsuccessful romantically. This was a new low. Groaning with relief, she removed her contact lenses from her burning eyes. As she dug her glasses out of her purse, images of the previous day gelled in her clearing mind. *** They couldn't just let her have her 4 weeks of vacation without calling her in one last time, like a toddler pulling on his mother's skirt, not wanting her to leave. The previous day was technically her last day of work until after the holidays, but her boss asked her to come to the office for a half-day to go through the presentation materials one last time. He had been upset that Kelly wouldn't be around to pitch it herself, but he had no right to complain since the most time off she had taken in the past two years had been for an occasional long weekend. Her office was a half hour closer to her parents' house than her own place, so she left right from work in the early afternoon, hoping to avoid rush hour traffic. Her hometown was a couple of hours from her condo, so she didn't get to see her parents as often as she would have liked. She was looking forward to being home for the holidays with enough time to relax and enjoy herself. Unfortunately, her long-awaited break took off with a bang - well, more of a wobble, really. About a half hour from her destination, she pulled over because the car felt funny. She ended up ruining a skirt and scuffing the toes of her pumps while kneeling on the cold asphalt to change a flat tire. She stopped at a small auto repair shop near her family home to get her tire repaired. A bell tinkled above her head as she walked through the door, and she felt self-conscious as the man behind the counter watched her approach in her soiled skirt suit. A lock of hair had pulled free of her hair clip, so she tucked it behind her ear and smiled at the familiar face before her. "Ty Morris," she grinned. He looked slightly confused. "I suppose you don't recognize me without the thirty extra pounds and glasses. Kelly Barnes. We graduated together?" she prompted, removing her scarf from around her neck. "Oh, sure! You just look so different." He had admired her smooth calves as she walked in on her 3 inch heels. There was dirt around the hem of her skirt and as she drew closer, he could see that her hands and face had some smudges as well. As she stood on the other side of the counter, his gaze fell on the cleavage exposed at the neckline of the camisole she wore under her blazer. His eyes returned to her face. "How can I help you?" His charming smile gave her butterflies; memories of a high school crush surged to the surface and made the 32 year old woman blush like a school girl. Like so many teens, she was very awkward during those years, and Ty had barely given her a second thought at that time. In college, Kelly had shed her excess weight, and Ty found himself attracted to the well-dressed yet slightly unkempt woman before him. And so, since his wife was out of town, he had slipped off his wedding band and asked Kelly out to dinner after he patched her tire, no charge. Too much wine, and she found herself giggling and clinging to Ty's arm as they left the restaurant, feeling fantastic. Of late, her nights out having fun were few and far between since her friends were now either married or in serious relationships, no longer interested in going out to clubs or bars to flirt and misbehave and find new conquests. She hadn't gone on a date in months, so she didn't want the night to end. "I think we both drank too much to drive back," she had slurred. "Not to worry, pretty lady. I have an idea." He pulled her into his arms, throwing her off-balance, and they stumbled to right themselves, laughing. Their laughter faded as she studied his face in the dim light, the alcohol and nostalgia combining to let her eyes see the young, smooth face of the seventeen year old football player that she had wished, hopelessly, would notice her. He kissed her then, tasting wine, smelling her vanilla-scented perfume. She clutched at his face and ran her fingers through his hair, soft since he had taken a shower before he picked her up from her parents' house. He still smelled like soap. His goatee tickled her face, and the coarse hair made his lips seem unimaginably soft. Their tongues fought with each other in their drunken passion, and as she pressed herself desperately into him, she heard a man's voice behind her as more people exited the restaurant. "Get a room." "That was my idea," he whispered conspiratorially. "What do you think? There's a place in walking distance." She bit her lip, feeling naughty for wanting to say yes, her loins inflamed by his kiss and the Merlot. *** Before she realized what she was doing, Kelly had raised a hand to lightly stroke her breast as she recalled how Ty's calloused fingers on her nipples had sent electrical shocks straight to her groin. He had removed her soaking panties and tasted her, the exquisite pleasures of his tongue drawing moans from her. A pang of guilt tore her from her reverie. None of this would have happened if she had realized he was married. Abruptly she stood up, eyes frantically searching the room. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the condom wrapper on the floor. In a night of bad decisions, at least they'd had the sense to use protection. She watched him snoring loudly on the bed and had half a mind to wake him up and demand that he drive her home. The thought of spending twenty minutes with him in the car was nauseating, so she used her Blackberry to look up a cab company. She ducked her face under the bathroom faucet for a minute, trying to quench her thirst, then quickly dressed and went to wait outside. It was eerily quiet, in the way that only the pre-dawn hours are. It smelled like it was going to snow. She nuzzled her face down into her scarf and tucked her gloved hands under her arms, hoping the cab wasn't too far off. Behind the wool wrapped around her face, she scowled. She hoped that she didn't wake up her parents, sneaking in at 4:30 in the morning, or else they'd know what a slut their daughter had been. *** As though punishing herself, Kelly didn't leave the house for three days. Without work as a welcome distraction, she slipped into one of her dreary moods, resentful of the juvenile feelings from over a decade ago that caused her to get carried away with someone that, in essence, she didn't even know. Resentful of the fact that he was such a prick, he used her to get his rocks off while his poor wife slept alone. Resentful of the fact that all of her friends were in relationships, yet she had no one. On the fourth day, she started to feel more like herself again. It was bright and sunny, though cold. She bundled up and took her parents' Golden Retriever for a walk. Her mind was blissfully clear for the first five minutes, until she turned a corner and saw a familiar old ranch-style home which brought her to a halt. Duffy found something interesting to stop and sniff, so she was content to stand for a few moments and become lost in a memory. *** She was sixteen, and it was the spring of her sophomore year. Friends had convinced a very reluctant Kelly to go to the last school dance of the year. Earlier in the evening, it had been tolerable, even sort of fun, dancing with her friends and sitting around the table talking and laughing. As the night drew to a close, the DJ started playing more slow songs, and the boys became braver, asking the girls for dances. She sat by herself at a table, her hands in her lap, uncomfortable in the god-awful dress her mother had picked out at Sears. She watched the couples swaying and shuffling on the floor, feeling jealous of her friends, and sorry for herself. She was staring down at her hands when she felt a hesitant touch at her shoulder. She looked up and smiled at her friend, Josh. Before she could open her mouth to say something, he surprised her by asking if she wanted to dance. A Boyz II Men song came on as she followed him away from the tables. One of her favorite albums at the time. She looked at the people around her, not entirely sure what she should be doing. Tentatively, she placed her hands on his shoulders, then slid them to the back of his neck while she felt his hands on her hips. She could feel their warmth through her dress. "Have you ever slow-danced before?" he asked her, feeling like he should say something. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and shook her head. "Me, either," he shrugged. They moved stiffly at first, and Kelly looked down at his chest, feeling awkward. She had known Josh for a long time, since elementary school, and since he lived nearby they often spent time together outside of school. She had always felt comfortable with him, but this was a very different experience than what she was used to. At first, she felt like time had slowed because she was so uncomfortable - inexperienced with dancing, and unused to being touched in this way. But as they moved, they both relaxed. His hands moved to the small of her back, and she leaned into him, resting the side of her face against his chest, one arm around his shoulder with her hand still resting on the back of his neck, the other hand on his chest near her face. She listened to his heart, and didn't want the dance to end. When the song was over, she slowly let go of him and stepped back, feeling that pang of regret you get when you wake up from a pleasant dream. "Thanks, Josh," she smiled up at him, blushing, then went to meet up with her girlfriends. She had trouble sleeping that night, obsessing over the details of her dance with Josh, and the emotions that it had stirred within her. By the time she fell asleep, she had convinced herself that he asked her to dance because he was her friend, and he probably felt sorry for her sitting by herself. They never talked about that dance, and things seemed to be the way they had always been between them - platonic - so she didn't allow herself to entertain thoughts of something more, until the day he left to live with his father, the week after school let out for the summer. She had walked to his mother's house to say good-bye. Then, the Golden Retriever's name was McGruff - Kelly had named him after the cartoon crime dog when she was five. It was a gorgeous early summer day. Clear blue sky, warm breeze rustling through the green leaves of the trees. She stood under the oak at the corner of the property, watching Josh's father carry out boxes and a suitcase. Finally, Josh appeared at the front steps, turning to give his mother a hug, then heading towards the station wagon. He stopped when he saw Kelly, leaving his backpack in the driveway, then walked across the lawn to where she was standing with the dog. "How come you can't just stay for the summer?" she asked, her voice straining as she held back tears, trying to keep her tone light. He glanced back at the door, where his mother was disappearing back into the house. "It's my mom. She's having some... problems. So it's better this way." She nodded. There wasn't much left to say. "I'm going to miss you." She quickly swiped at the tear that had escaped down her cheek. Josh stared at her for a minute, and she averted her gaze. They both looked over as his father called, "Let's go!" and climbed into the driver's seat. As the engine roared to life, Josh placed his hands on Kelly's shoulders and kissed her softly, brushing his lips against hers for a moment, then turned to jog to where his ride was waiting. She stared in shock as they pulled out, barely raising her hand in response to Josh's wave. It had been her first kiss. Kelly had not seen him since. His father lived across the state, several hours' drive. Once, when she returned home from a sleep-over, her mother had told her that Josh had come by to see if she was home because he had visited his mother that day. She had been upset that she missed him, but as time passed, her feelings faded, and she thought of him less and less. *** She led Duffy across the street to stand under that oak, its branches bare. There was a dumpster taking up most of the driveway, and the front door was propped open. A tall, lean man appeared in the doorway, two totes stacked in his arms, and he carefully made his way to the driveway to unload them. Her breath caught when he turned and she saw his face clearly. Wagging his tail, Duffy pulled at his lead, urging her to approach the man standing across the yard. When she was about five feet away, a look of recognition spread across his face. "You still live here?" he asked in disbelief. "No," she laughed, picturing herself living in her parents' basement playing video games all day. "I'm here for the month, for the holidays. You're the last person I expected to see. I didn't realize your mother still lived in this house." His expression changed, and she regretted her last comment, sensing what was wrong. "I'm sorry, Josh, I didn't know. When...?" "Last month. Cancer. I took some time off, but I don't know how I'm going to get through everything. Do you want to come in out of the cold? I could use a break." Duffy led her inside like he owned the place, and Josh closed the door behind them. She gasped when her eyes adjusted to the dim light. To her right and left were walls of totes, stacked over six feet high. Most were clear plastic, and glancing at their contents gave you the impression that Mrs. Kennedy hadn't thrown anything out in over 20 years. She had been a hoarder. So that was why Josh had moved in with his father. Thinking back, she recalled that when they were children, the house had been very cluttered, but she never thought much of it. As they got older, Josh had been reluctant to have her over, and now she knew the reason. "Boggles the mind, doesn't it?" he asked. "If you follow this tunnel to the end, you'll find the kitchen, which was the first place I cleared. Miraculously, she didn't put anything in my old room. I did have to move stacks of boxes to uncover the door, though." The kitchen smelled strongly of cleaning agents. Kelly could imagine what it must have smelled like before. The dog situated himself under the table as Kelly took a seat, and Josh put some water on to boil, offering her tea or cocoa. While she removed her coat and scarf, she watched him go through cabinets, feeling like she was in a dream. Finding her eyes drawn to the ass of his jeans as he worked, she had to scold herself. "Seventeen years," she mused aloud. "What's that?" "I was just thinking that it's been a long time." She paused. "When I saw the house from across the street, I remembered the last time I saw you." He had been putting tea bags into two mugs, and stopped what he was doing, as though he, too, was remembering. She had been careful to note if he had a ring on his finger, which he did not. She had to keep reminding herself of what could happen if she let herself get caught up in the past. High school was half a lifetime ago, for them. They were not the same people they had been back then. "I wish we had stayed in touch," he said, leaning back against the counter while he waited for the water to heat up. "It's so much easier nowadays. I didn't have an email address back then - we didn't even have internet at my house. How archaic!" They laughed, and Kelly found herself feeling like it hadn't been almost two decades since they had spoken. He was still easy to talk to. Comfortable. An hour passed quickly in the kitchen, and their conversation was interrupted by Kelly's mother calling her cell to see where she had gone. "I should probably get going," she said, standing and taking her coat from the back of the chair. "It was really great to see you, Kel." He stood up to show her out. In her mind's eye, he gripped her shoulders and planted a desperate kiss on her willing mouth. "If you want, I could come back and give you a hand with some of this? I really don't mind. I'm actually kind of going crazy with boredom already, and it's only been four days since I've been at work." "That would be great," he grinned. As she walked Duffy back to the house, she thought that someone would be hard-pressed to slap the smile off of her face. *** Arms folded behind his head, Josh lay on his back on the twin mattress in his childhood bedroom, reflecting on his day. He was still feeling a sense of unreality about reconnecting with Kelly. She had shown up that morning with an old boom box she had dug out of her basement, and a crock pot filled with ingredients that would become stew after 8 hours on low heat. Just like that, there was some much-needed light in his life. Within an hour, she had breathed life into a sad old house. The smells of home cooking began wafting from the kitchen as they sorted through his mother's tragic universe. A wall of boxes between them, Josh heard Kelly sporadically singing softly with the radio, lightening the weight of their task. After a time, she seemed to forget herself, and her sweet voice became louder. She would never be an American Idol, but listening to her had made him happy. For the first time in a very long time, he did not feel lonely. He felt like they were playing house, and found himself enjoying the experience. Around noon, Kelly had announced that she was going to fix them lunch and he heard her steps fade across the house. Several minutes later, his legs started to fall asleep where he was seated on the floor, so he decided to take a break and give her a hand. His approach was drowned out by the sound of the radio, which Kelly had turned up when she got in the kitchen. She had the tea pot on and grilled cheese sandwiches frying in a pan, and had wandered over to where his jacket was draped across a chair. Pausing a few feet from the doorway, he watched her in profile as she trailed a finger along the collar, then, unexpectedly, pulled it up to her face, breathing deeply. She closed her eyes and held the jacket to her nose, and he was struck by how beautiful she looked with tendrils of her straight, chestnut hair falling around her face, having escaped from her ponytail. The way that she appeared to enjoy his scent caused a stirring within him. Being back at home, seeing familiar faces, memories of his youth surfaced effortlessly. When he saw her that morning in glasses instead of her contact lenses, it was easy to imagine the slightly rounder, youthful face that he thought was so pretty when he was a teenager. Now, her features more refined with age, he found her irresistable. Home for the Holidays In 1995, she had hidden behind glasses that were a little too large to be flattering, and loose-fitting clothes. She had seemed to genuinly enjoy his quirky sense of humor; she "got" him, in a time when he felt so misunderstood. They had fun when they were together. He found it easy to see a desirable young woman, where others' attentions passed right over a quiet, bookish girl. Insecurity kept him from confessing his feelings. When things got bad at home and his parents decided that it would be best for Josh to live with his father, a part of him felt desperate. He wanted her to know how he felt, but he knew nothing would come of it, since he was leaving. He had been torn, but in the end, acted on impulse, providing a fleeting glimpse of his passion before disappearing from her life. Many times, he thought to write. He had even started several letters, but thought, what was the point? He lived too far to see her often, and fairly soon they would be heading off to college and meeting new people... Trying to stay in touch would be a painful reminder of what they couldn't have. Their first kiss had been brief, but he would never forget the softness and warmth of her lips, and the way she made his heart pound in his chest. He wanted to be close to her again, taste her, explore every curve of her. As it had so many years ago, in that very bed, the thought of being with Kelly was arousing him. As sights and sounds flashed through his brain - her smile, her laugh, the tantalizing view of a thong as she bent forward while they were working, the expression on her face as she clutched his jacket - he felt himself pressing against the cotton of his boxers, and knew he wouldn't be able to sleep unless he gave himself relief. *** In a few days' time, Josh and Kelly had cleared a large enough space in the living room to bring containers from other parts of the house to sort into piles to keep, toss, or donate. He was nearly through his ninth bin of the day, and she had gone to bring another from the hall. They were slowly clearing the hallway that led to his room, and as she laid her hands on another box, she found her eyes drawn to his open door. She stepped into the doorway, her gaze sweeping across the posters still pinned to the walls - Nirvana, Green Day, Soundgarden - the only evidence of personality in the small room. As she took in the empty bookshelf, the bare dresser, an overwhelming sense of abandon filled her chest. She thought of his poor mother, her mental illness driving a wedge between her and the people that she loved. Kelly found it telling that Mrs. Kennedy had not filled this room with boxes. Whatever comfort she derived from these material things, they would never have filled the void of that empty room. Tears fell down her face as she felt sorrow for his mother, for Josh, and for the loss of their friendship. For what could have been. For all the meaningless relationships she had fumbled through in the years since. For the heartbreak she wrestled with for the chance to spend time with him, not wanting to lose him again. Trying in vain to suppress the hope that this time could be different. "Are you alright?" She jumped at the sound of his voice, and wiped at her eyes. "Yes, I'm fine," she murmured unconvincingly, keeping her back to him. She sensed him moving closer. "What's wrong?" "It's nothing. It's just - your room. It's so empty and sad. It's like you just left last week. I feel stupid." "I would never think you were stupid," he smiled, trying to reassure her. He hesitated, then rested a hand on her shoulder. When she didn't move away, he gently urged her to face him and pulled her into an embrace. He found himself unable to speak over the lump that had developed in his throat as he thought of his mother, and he felt comforted by Kelly's warm body pressed against him. She relaxed into him, laying her head against his chest. "Do you remember that time we danced?" "Of course." "It was really sweet of you to ask me. I felt like a loser sitting at that table," she confessed, sniffling because her tears had made her nose a little runny. How attractive, she thought. "I didn't ask you because I felt bad for you, Kel." She remained silent, motionless, afraid to look up at him because he would see the hope in her eyes. Now or never, he thought. Don't make the same mistake twice. "I know we were just kids, but I think I loved you." She squeezed him a little tighter. "I love you, too." She spoke so quietly that he couldn't be certain if she had said love, or loved. He had a feeling that either way, she meant past, and present. Kelly raised her chin, nuzzling into his neck. She marvelled that after all these years, her brain recognized his scent. Her heart was pounding, and knowing he could feel that made her pulse race faster. He brought his face down to brush against the softness of her hair, and smell her apple-scented shampoo. Finally, she lifted her face and they kissed tentatively. Josh felt her lips part slightly, and ran his tongue along her lower lip, coaxing her mouth wider as she gave herself over to him. Feeling his arousal firm against her abdomen, she moaned softly into his mouth, using her body to urge him to step back through the threshold. His hands slid under her top and his fingers were flames lapping at her skin. She let him remove her shirt, and went to work on his. Josh had been a lanky teenager, and Kelly couldn't help but smile seeing that, while his build was lean, he had filled out nicely. He watched her glide her hands across his chest and down his arms before gripping his biceps and guiding him to the bed, where he let her push him to sit down with a finger to the chest. He lay back as they explored each other's mouths, and caressed her through the cotton of her bra. His erection grew as he wondered what kind of panties she was wearing. A low laugh escaped his lips as Kelly struggled to remove his pants. Once she was successful, she stood, turned her back to him, and pushed her jeans down her hips, revealing a turquoise thong that matched her bra. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was watching, she wiggled her hips enticingly. She no longer felt any reservations now that she knew he wanted to be with her. He had situated himself across the length of the bed, and rolled onto his back as she climbed astride his hips, pressing her mound against him. She reached back to free her hair and ran her fingers through it, then she unclasped her bra. "I haven't had sex on a twin bed since college," she murmured, trailing kisses across his chest, drawing a groan from him when she flicked her tongue across his nipple. Her mouth moved down his stomach, tasting him, and she tickled him with her long, dark hair. He twitched when she took his shaft in her hand, caressing softly, and she wrapped her lips around his tip. She felt a surge of moisture dampen her panties as she surrounded him with the heat of her mouth. As she worked up and down, his soft sighs and moans added to her wetness. Before he could ask her stop, she sensed that he was close to coming and withdrew from his throbbing cock, giving it a gentle lick before crawling up to lay against his side and catch her breath. He rolled onto his side, kissing her neck, nipping at her ear, and his hand slipped under the swatch of material over the small, soft patch of hair on her mound. A quiet moan escaped his lips when he discovered her juices flowing freely for him. Her breaths became rapid again as he traced circles around her clitoris, and she cried out his name when he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. She clenched her thighs around his hand as he slipped two slick fingers inside of her and curled them to stroke at her sweet spot, his thumb pressing into her clit. She was rolling her hips and moaning loudly, oblivious to the fact that he was moving his face lower. When she felt his lips close around her clit, each flick of his tongue sent jolts of electricity through her quivering body, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Oh, God, so close," she whimpered, arching her back. His fingers stroked aggressively at her g-spot and his tongue fluttered over her sensitive bud, bringing her to a screaming, shuddering climax. She lost all sense of where she was as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Gently, Josh lapped at her nectar, and trailed soft kisses up her tummy, chest, and neck while she recovered, chest heaving. Kelly pulled off her soaked panties and rolled onto him, her hair falling across his skin as she nipped and suckled on his neck and chest, using her sopping wet slit to bring him back to full attention. They both groaned as she let him slowly slip inside of her tight, hot center. She straightened her back, tossing her hair out of her face and closing her eyes, her mouth slightly open as she slowly gyrated her hips. She felt so full, grinding against him. "You feel amazing," she sighed. Josh's hands swept across her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples, then he grabbed her hips and guided her into a steady rhythm. The room was filled with soft sighs and moans, the smell of sex heavy in the air. As Kelly became louder, he could tell she was getting close to another orgasm. Hands sliding around her back, he pulled her close so that her ample breasts were within reach of his mouth. Holding her hips once more, he pounded up into her, her wails of pleasure punctuated by every thrust. Her muscles clenched around him, spasming with the strength of her second climax. As she cried out, he swelled and released his hot seed inside of her with a grunt. One hand caressed her back, damp with sweat, the other slid around to the back of her neck and tangled in her long tresses, pulling her close enough to cover her open, panting mouth with his. "Oh, God, Kelly," he murmured, planting light kisses across her lightly freckled cheeks. "I love you." She buried her face in his neck. "Love you, too." Before that night, she had never spoken those words to any man she had been intimate with. As she lay pressed against her lover, she thought that a part of her had been saving herself for him, hoping that one day he would come back into her life. *** Kelly was delighted when Josh said he would go with her to pick out a real Christmas tree as a surprise for her parents, who had been putting up an artificial tree for over ten years. They rode in his Volvo since it had a roof rack. She mused quietly in the passenger seat, reflecting on the way things had been since they made love. In recent years, seldom had she slept with a man without feeling regret when it was all over. Too often, she used physical closeness to try to feel a connection, instead of opening up to form an emotional bond before taking the next step. She had worried about letting herself get swept away with Josh so quickly, going to bed with him just a week after they found each other again. It was strange, though. The awkwardness she expected the next time she was with him never surfaced. She felt like there had not been a lapse in their relationship because their friendship had picked up again so naturally. As they looked for a tree stand, she began to sing softly along to the radio. She became aware of the lyrics as she sang with Dave Matthews - Crash Into Me. "If I've gone overboard, then I'm begging you to forgive me in my haste, when I'm holding you so, girl, close to me." She wondered if he was listening as well when his hand moved from his own lap to rest on her thigh, giving her a gentle squeeze, seeming to share in her thoughts. She smiled as she tuned to a station playing Christmas music and heard Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas is You. Snow began to fall as they walked through rows of cut trees. Kelly paused from time to time to take a closer look or touch the needles to see if it was prickly or soft. "It's hard to pick one with branches strong enough to hold the ornaments that won't hurt your hands while you're decorating," she commented. Josh hung back, hands in his pockets, watching her in silence. She turned to him suddenly, concern on her face, and stepped closer to him. It was dark and quiet among the rows of trees, but there was enough light coming through from the street lamps for him to see her clearly. There were snowflakes sprinkled across her dark hair and caught in her eyelashes, and it made him smile. "Do you not want to do this Christmas stuff?" she asked, her fingers affectionately brushing through the hair at his temple. "I mean, with your mom..." she trailed off, not knowing how to put words to her thoughts in a delicate way. "If you aren't in the mood, we don't have to..." "Don't worry about me," he smiled. "I want to be here with you." Her face lit up, and she kissed his nose. "Let's get one of these babies home." *** When they got back to her house, Kelly could hear that the television was on in her parents room, so they were able to set up the tree with her mom and dad none the wiser. It would be a nice surprise in the morning. The pair sat on the couch, admiring the tall fir centered in the picture window. They were interrupted by a soft knock on the front door, and Kelly hurried to answer it before the noise disturbed her parents. "Ty," she blurted, shocked, trying to keep her voice low. "What...?" He held out an open palm, and a memory flickered. After their intoxicated romp, she had removed her earrings and set them on the bathroom counter when she went to pee. "You left these behind." "Thanks for returning them." He ran a hand through his sandy hair, and she took note of the fact that there was no ring to catch the light as his hand moved. "Think we could get dinner again?" "I don't think so. Put your ring back on." Her voice was cold. She closed the door in his face and stood there for a moment, fuming, letting the anger dissipate. She turned, and Josh was standing before her. "Ty?" She felt her face flush. That stupid, senseless night was back to bite her in the ass. She cleared her throat. "We went to school with him. He works at Cooper Auto Repair, I had to have a tire patched the day I got into town." Josh clenched his jaw, his eyes moving to her hand. He didn't want to ask the next question. "What did he want?" "He brought back my earrings," she said, her voice weak. She was a lot of things, but she was not a liar. She knew she didn't have anything to apologize for, but she felt embarrassed having him see this side of her. She didn't know how she could explain this without the conversation ending with him walking out the door. Unable to think of any good reason why someone would end up with your earrings after repairing your tire, Josh felt a tightness in his chest. Did she just roll into bed with whoever was convenient? Would he hear from her again after they returned to their real lives? He realized he didn't know her at all, and felt like a fool. "I think maybe we got too caught up in who we used to be. I'd better go." She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears, and watched him close the door. *** Unable to sleep, Josh wandered out into the living room and watched the snow drift down outside. He turned, and saw that there was a desk in the corner of the room that had been obscured by some of the piles he had cleared away. He moved half a dozen boxes and was able to pull out the desk chair and sit down. He had grabbed a couple of empty plastic bins and started glancing through stacks of papers, magazines, and books, sorting out what could be tossed and what needed to be shredded. After about an hour, his methodical purge of the desk's contents was halted by a yellowed envelope addressed to him at his father's house. It even had a stamp - 32 cents. This letter was old. Seeing his mother's small, precise script made his eyes well with tears. He could picture her sitting in this dimly lit room, dwarfed by the piles of her treasured belongings, penning a letter to the son who had left her. His mother's letter was brief, but moved him. "I can't give you a good reason why I am the way I am, but please don't ever think for a minute that I love all these things more than I love you. I love you too much to have you live like this. I know I've made a bad decision every time I add something to my collection, but I'm not strong enough to let things go. It's not something I can explain. I can only hope that some day you can forgive me. I have made mistakes, but it does not mean that I don't love you." Josh reread the last line and set the page down on the old desk, thoughts returning to Kelly. The passage of time had caused his memories of her and the feelings they evoked to fade to the recesses of his mind. He contemplated his past relationships, and how, as each one came to an end, for one reason or another, thoughts of Kelly would be drawn to the front of his consciousness. He would wonder where she was, who she was with. If she ever thought of him. If she was happy. There had been times that the wounds seemed so fresh, and there were nights that the loneliness drove him into the arms of a surrogate. She might have Kelly's hair or there might be something about her easy laugh that reminded him of her, but always, he knew it was a mistake. Kelly had haunted him for over a decade. Could it be possible that he had gotten under her skin as well? He'd had his share of meaningless sex in a vain attempt at finding something more. What he and Kelly had shared didn't have to be cheapened by whatever had happened between her and Ty before she showed up on his doorstep. Just because they had both made mistakes in affairs of the heart, did not mean that they had not found love with each other. *** A knock on the bedroom door roused Kelly, and she felt like she had the morning she awoke in bed with Ty. She had cried so hard the night before that she felt hung over. She flinched, her own voice making her head pound as she called to her mom that she'd be up in a minute. She lay in bed with her eyes closed, willing her head ache to fade. Four Advil later, she padded into her parents' kitchen, comforted by the smells of her mother's cooking. "The tree was a wonderful surprise, dear. Though I'm a bit confused by the snowman." "Snowman?" she asked, her brow furrowed. "I guess you're confused, too. Go look, then." Her mother nodded towards the living room. Looking out the front window, Kelly's stomach fluttered. She drew on her coat, pushed her bare feet into the snow boots that were by the front door, and hurried outside to have a closer look. Happiness spread across her face as she took in the sight of what could only be Josh's handiwork. There was a 5 foot tall snowman with sunglasses for eyes, a large brimmed straw hat, a mildewed pool tube around its waist that must have been dug out of his mother's shed, and a pail hanging from an arm branch. There was even an old beach towel laid out in the snow next to it. They had made a "summer snowman" in his front yard one snow-day when they were kids. She laughed out loud, a few tears trickling down her face as she realized with relief that he must not be upset with her. She was so beside herself that she forgot the front door was open and breakfast was waiting inside, and she carefully made her way down the snow-covered sidewalks to his house. Arms wrapped around herself, she waited at the front door anxiously, the cold cutting through her cotten pajama pants. She pounded at the door again and it swung open, revealing a shirtless, squinting Josh. "You look like hell," she grinned. He had obviously been up very late. "Well your hair looks like you stuck a knife in the toaster." His voice was raspy. She reached up and tried to run her fingers through her wicked case of bed-head. "Fuck it," she muttered, throwing herself into him. They embraced, holding each other tightly, an understanding passing between them without words. Home for the Holidays "My mom made french toast and bacon. You should come over. Oh," she exclaimed, feeling his hard length pressing against her through her pajamas. "You just woke me up," he said by way of explanation. "Time for a quickie first?" She pressed her mouth to his, then smiled up at him. "We've got all the time in the world." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope that you enjoyed the story, please don't forget to vote, and feedback is always appreciated! Happy Holidays :) honey28 Home for the Holidays Ch. 01 Tom and Amy looked at each other and smiled as they heard the train whistle in the distance. "Right on time," Amy said looking at her watch. They both climbed out of the warmth of their car into the brisk cold of the night air. They hurried over to the small Amtrak platform and looked down the tracks as the light of the engine came into view. Tom put his arm around Amy and they watched the train pull up and come to a creaking halt at the small station. It was just a few minutes before 8pm on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Tom and Amy were there to meet their daughter, Katie, and three of her friends. None of the four girls had any important classes the next day so they decided to hop the train one night early and extend their Thanksgiving break an extra day. Katie was in her sophomore year at a university just over two hours away from the little town where she grew up. She was looking forward to a weekend of home cooking and no homework. It was an added bonus that three of her good friends had decided at the last minute to join her. All four of them were sorority sisters in the same house. Katie had just rushed and moved in this term and so was very new to the house but had quickly made friends with several of the other women. Her best friend at the sorority was her roommate Leslie. Katie and Leslie had been randomly assigned to room together in the dorms the previous year when they were both freshmen. They quickly became good friends and ultimately decided to join to same sorority and continue rooming together. Leslie's family lived on the other side of the country and they hadn't been able to work out arrangements for her flight home leaving her more or less stranded at college. About ten days earlier she had been complaining to Katie about having to spend the holiday alone at school while all her friends went home, so Katie called her parents and asked if she could invite Leslie for the holiday. Tom and Amy agreed to have Leslie join them, which had made both Leslie and Katie very happy. The visiting group grew by one a few days later when Megan's parents informed her that they wouldn't be doing the "family thing" for the holiday. Instead they decided to go to Mexico and spend the weekend on the beach. They had offered to buy her a ticket to join them, but Megan had never gotten along with her parents all that well and was upset that they made the decision without even letting her have a say. When Katie heard of Megan's situation she again called Tom and Amy to ask if they would mind having one more guest. Megan was also a sophomore and had also just joined the sorority. Katie had only met her a few weeks before at a sorority event for all the incoming sisters. She was pretty quiet but seemed very nice and Katie got along with her really well in the few weeks they had been staying together in the house. After Tom and Amy told Katie she could also invite Megan it took Katie a little while to convince her to come. At first Megan said she didn't want to be a bother, but Katie eventually convinced her that staying alone in the big sorority house would be a huge drag. The final member of the group had only joined them a couple of days before. Diana was the oldest of the girls by a couple of years. In terms of credit hours she was somewhere on the cusp between being a sophomore and junior. She had started college right out of high school but then dropped out for about a year to work and gain "life experiences". She rejoined college for a while going to night school and working in the day and then finally went back to college full time this semester. She was 22 and definitely one of the hell raisers of the sorority. She was a blast to be around and even though Katie had never really had any friends as wild as Diana she still felt oddly comfortable around her. It would be a stretch to say that Katie and Diana were good friends or even really friends at all. They were more like friendly acquaintances at this point. Diana was much more a friend with Leslie and that is how she ended up being invited to this weekend. Diana's parents were divorced and neither seemed very interested in having her join their new family for the holidays. One night over dinner she told the others about how this often happened as both of her parents seemed to view her as some bad reminder of their previous life. It was like they thought she was a bad luck charm. When Leslie learned of her situation she had invited her to join the group going to Katie's house before she even asked Katie if it was OK. Katie initially wasn't happy but did extend the formal invitation to Diana because to do otherwise at that point just seemed overly rude. Katie was pleasantly surprised on the train ride, as Diana seemed really nice and not at all like the wild party girl that she seemed to be at school. All four of them had a good time talking and relaxing on the train ride to Tom and Amy's. The group of four was larger than either Tom or Amy had expected or even really wanted, but when they heard the stories of the other three girls they just couldn't say no to having them join their house for the weekend. Besides, with Jerry, their 22-year-old son, deciding to spent the holiday at his fiancee's house three states away their big house would have plenty of room to spare. Katie gave her parents a wide smile when she stepped off the train and ran over to give them a big hug. She introduced them to Megan and Diana. Tom and Amy had already met Leslie several times and they greeted her warmly when she finally emerged from the train. Only a few others exited the train at the little station, so they were able to quickly find their bags and hurry back to the car. The women piled into the SUV as Tom tossed their bags into the back. For the first time since he had bought this enormous vehicle he actually needed to use the small third row seat that he previously had always kept folded down. Tom got in the car, quickly started the engine, and turned the heater up high as Amy happily chatted with Katie and the others. All the way to their house the women talked excitedly about events at school and how much everyone was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. Amy was excited to again have her daughter home for a little while and to have the house full of kids again. She and Tom had definitely been enjoying being empty nesters but she did miss her kids and was looking forward to playing mom for the weekend to Katie and her friends. They pulled into the garage and unloaded all the bags from the back. Once inside Tom and Amy gave Leslie, Megan, and Diana the grand tour while Katie tagged along. Tom and Amy were very proud of their house even if it was now way too big for their needs. Many years earlier they had finished the basement and created a large living room, a small guest bedroom, and a half bath. The living room had eventually become the central social area for the house as that is where the large TV, stereo, and other electronic equipment was located. The main floor of the house had the kitchen, dining room, and the formal living room. The dining room was rarely used now as they ate most meals in the kitchen or downstairs living room. Upstairs there were two bedrooms and a bathroom to the left of the stairway. The bedroom doors faced each other and were separated by a small sitting area. During their kid's high school years this had been a big hang out area for them and their friends. To the right of the stairway was Tom and Amy's master suite. After the grand tour all six of them sat in the living room and chatted for an hour or so. Katie then said that she was pretty tired after her recently finished midterms and that she wouldn't mind turning in early. The others agreed with her and she led the other three upstairs after they again thanked Tom and Amy for their hospitality. Amy went upstairs with them to show them where the towels were and Tom picked up the remote and flipped on TV. Initially having the house full of college girls hadn't been very appealing to him, but he had agreed to invite the others as it seemed the right thing to do. He flipped past one of the subscription movie channels that nearly always seemed to be showing soft core porno movies after 9pm and, right on cue, a large chested redhead pulled off her shirt and started feeling her tits as she read a letter from her lover. Tom watched and felt his dick stiffen in his pants as the redhead hiked up her skirt and started rubbing her pussy. "Oh well," he thought to himself as he lightly rubbed his hard on through his pants, "they all seemed really nice and they all three are damn good looking so how bad can the weekend turn out to be?" Tom had actually had a little crush on Leslie since he met her the day they moved Katie into her dorm room over a year ago. Leslie had short blonde hair and an oversized chest that drew Tom's lustful glances from the moment he met her. She had a pretty face and generally was a very nice looking and sweet girl. Tom initially felt silly having these feelings about someone who then was 18 years old. At 41 he was probably the same age as her father. For several months after meeting her he would sometimes jerk off to thoughts of her tits or would fantasize about doing Leslie and Amy at the same time. Then after one visit to Katie Amy had caught on to his "crush". They had returned home from their visit and had a few drinks with dinner. Amy had a few more drinks than Tom and soon she grew horny. They started making out and had moved to more serious foreplay when Amy brought up the subject. Tom was flat on his back and she lay on her side next to him. She held his cock softly between her fingers and leaned close to his ear and whispered, "So, tell me what you think of Leslie." Tom wasn't sure what to say so he started to answer, "She seems really nice..." Amy interrupted him and said, "Would you want to fuck her?" Tom looked in shock at Amy and didn't know what to say so he stared dumbly until Amy continued, "I've seen you glancing at her tits and at her ass. You are very discrete so I doubt she has noticed, but I've seen you look at her tits hundreds of times. I know you Tom, I know that look you get when you glance at her and think nobody is looking. I know you want to fuck her." The entire time she spoke she continued to tease his cock until Tom was nearly ready to go out of his mind with excitement "So," Amy asked again, "do you want to fuck her?" "Yes," Tom whispered still unsure if that is that answer that Amy wanted to hear. Amy leaned down and hungrily kissed him. Their tongues explored each other's mouths and Tom let his hands massage her ass and tits. Amy parted the kiss and said, "Good. I think Leslie is fucking hot too." Hearing this excited Tom and he decided to learn more. He rolled her over onto her back and began kissing and licking her tits. After teasing her for a while he raised his head and asked, "Would you fuck Leslie?" "Yes," Amy groaned as Tom teased her nipple between two of his fingers. He teased her tits for a short while more before he could no longer ignore the throbbing erection between his legs. He moved between Amy's thighs and easily pushed his cock inside her wet pussy. They fucked slowly as Tom watched her body beneath him. His mind was still mulling her earlier answer and he decided to find out more. "Would you like to suck on her sweet tits?" he asked as they continued fucking. "Yes," Amy answered. They fucked a while longer before Tom asked, "Do you want to suck her pussy?" "Yes," Amy moaned. "I wish she was right here now so I could suck her while you fucked me." Now it was Tom's turn to groan as he envisioned Leslie in bed with them. Amy continued, "I would want you to fuck me as I sucked her sweet little pussy. After you cum you can join me in sucking her pussy until she comes." They were now fucking harder and faster as they both grew more and more excited talking about having Leslie in their bed with them. "I want to watch you suck on her tits," Tom moaned as he played the scene out in his mind. "After I suck her tits I want to sit on her face and watch you fuck her tight pussy," Amy replied. The suggestion of him fucking her while Amy watched and even participated drove Tom over the edge of control and he groaned loudly as he started filling her pussy with his cum. Almost immediately Amy started cumming and her pussy twitched and quivered as his cock emptied the last of his cum inside her. They had both cum particularly hard and they collapsed together and lay still for several minutes. After that they often spoke of mutually fucking Leslie as they had sex, but such talk was always confined to the heat of passion during their fucks. Since Katie left for college it was like Tom and Amy were newlyweds again. In their newly empty house they had been able to rediscover their own sexuality and sensuality that had partly been lost in their role as parents. Now, with Tom at 42 and Amy at 41, they had a much more active sex life than ever before. They had been high school sweethearts and had managed to get Amy accidentally pregnant with Jerry when she was only 19 and Tom was 20. They got married and had lived happily together as parents ever since. Their family grew a few years later when Katie arrived. Tom didn't regret anything about their decisions but he did sometimes feel like he and Katie had missed out on a bit of their youth by having kids so young. Now that they were again alone in their house they were able to live the wild life that they couldn't in their youth. They had tried many different kinks together ranging from bondage to food play to role playing to sex toys and much more in the past year, but their talk of fucking Leslie was as close to adding another person to their relationship as they ever got. It was getting late now as Amy and Tom watched the news on TV. The four girls had gone upstairs about an hour ago and Amy had soon after returned to the living room. "I think I'll go up and get ready for bed," Amy said as she stood up off the couch. Tom told her that he wanted to wait for a certain story he had seen previewed and asked her to come down and get him when she was done in the bathroom. He watched her ass as she walked away from him and up the stairs. Maybe they could have a little quiet encounter a bit later, he thought. At 41 Amy still had a killer body. She was a cheerleader in high school and was quite a looker. The extra years had added a few wrinkles and maybe a few extra pounds, but she still worked out regularly and easily looked 8-10 years younger than her true age. Her dark brown hair was now cut short and didn't even hang down to her shoulders. Her tits were perfectly sized for her 5'6" frame and her ass still looked hot. Tom also worked hard to keep himself in shape and although he probably hadn't succeeded quite as well as his wife, he still looked very good for his age. He stood about 6' tall and had a small gut, but nothing unsightly. He still played sports regularly and took pride in keeping himself in better shape than all his friends that were the same age. Amy climbed the stairs quickly into the kitchen and then headed up to their bedroom. She moved quietly as she figured the girls would be asleep. She was surprised when, about halfway up the stairs, she heard giggling and noises coming from Katie's room. They had set up Katie and Leslie to stay in Katie's old room with Katie in her old bed and Leslie on an air mattress on the floor. Diana and Megan were staying in Jerry's old room. They had moved most of Jerry's things out when he got engaged and had mostly converted the room into another guest room. The room had a couch with a hide a bed and Jerry's old bed. Amy stopped at the top of the stairs and again heard sounds coming from Katie's room. The sounds were somewhat muffled but Amy swore she thought she heard a moan. Her mothering instinct took over and she quietly made her way over toward the door to make sure everyone was all right. As she approached the door she saw a dim light was coming from inside the room that she hadn't noticed before. It was a faint light that almost looked like candlelight as it escaped through the partly open door. Katie's room had a large, full-length mirror on the wall next to her door. Amy had figured out many years ago that she could see Katie's bed in the reflection of the mirror and so was able to "check in" on her while not getting too close to the door. Amy had often used the mirror to peek in on Katie as she slept long after Katie had stopped wanting to have her mother checking up on her. Amy always rationalized it by saying it was just her way of making sure her girl was OK. Amy quietly moved to the spot where she had often stood before and looked into the mirror. She could definitely see something in the mirror and could see some movement. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness in the room the image in the mirror came into view. Amy inhaled sharply and felt her heart jump up into her throat. Sitting against the headboard of Katie's bed was Leslie. She was completely naked and sitting at the perfect angle so that Amy had a full frontal view of her in the mirror. Leslie's left hand was moving slowly over her tits and her right hand was moving between her spread legs. Her head was tossed back slightly and she breathed through her parted lips. Amy stared as Leslie began pinching and teasing her own nipples as her other hand busily rubbed her pussy. Amy knew it was wrong for her to be watching and the rational part of her brain screamed at her to walk away. However, there was another part of her that very much wanted to stay and watch, which is exactly what she did. Amy had never been with another woman before and hadn't really thought about it much until she and Tom had started talking about including Leslie in their fucking. Amy did think that Leslie was hot, but she had never gone much beyond that in her mind until she and Tom began talking about all the nasty things that they would each do to and with Leslie if they could. Eventually Amy would occasionally find herself thinking of Leslie when she was horny and alone and would sometimes even masturbate to thoughts of sucking Leslie's sweet tits. Not too long after this Amy found that other women began to cause a reaction in her. Sometimes while hugging a friend she would feel a brief sexual spark or she would find her mind wandering back to the vision of a good looking woman she had seen that day. Her lust for Tom and for men in general hadn't waned at all, but it seemed that she had somehow become aware of the beauty and sexuality of women in a way that she had never noticed before. Amy stared in a mix of lust and awe as Leslie continued to masturbate. For a while Leslie lifted her hand from her pussy and used both hands to massage and tease her own tits. She then dropped both hands to her pussy and Amy could only see the movement of Leslie's arms. She imagined what her fingers were doing in the darkness between her legs. Amy's own nipples had become hard and she could feel her pussy growing wetter as she continued to watch the younger woman. Her eyes widened in shock and she caught her breath again when she saw more movement in the mirror. A second figure sat down at the foot of the bed with her back to the mirror. She was also naked and, judging from the way her arms were moving, Amy guessed she was also masturbating. It took her a minute but Amy recognized this new woman as Megan. Megan was quite petite and probably stood only around 5' tall. When Amy had met her earlier she looked like a pretty typical "hippie-wanna-be" college kid. She wore Birkenstock sandals with heavy wool socks, a baggy pair of pea green colored pants and a loose sweater. Her clothes said hippie but something about her look and the way she carried herself made her look like an upper middle class kid trying to rebel against her parents a bit. Home for the Holidays Ch. 01 Amy watched Megan's thin back as she moved and swayed in reaction to her own touch and her growing excitement. Her dirty blonde hair was still held up in the pigtails that stood nearly straight up off her head to either side. Amy found herself wishing Megan would turn so she could see her small tits and watch her rub herself, but Megan was firmly set in place as she pleasured herself and watched Leslie. Amy looked back toward Leslie and could see that she had driven herself close to orgasm. Leslie was now staring at Megan with a burning look of lust in her own eyes. She had returned one hand to her tits and was using it to pinch and twist her nipples while her other hand was rapidly moving between her legs. Amy could barely contain her own excitement as Leslie's back arched and body tensed. Leslie pulled her hand away from her tits and used it to support her as her other hand frantically rubbed her pussy. Leslie's mouth opened wide and she let out a long low groan as she came. Her body relaxed gradually as her orgasm began to pass. Unable to remain a passive observer Amy had started to rub her own tits through her top. Her fingers circled around and around her excited nipples gently rubbing her own soft flesh. Leslie's orgasm passed and she lifted her hand up from her pussy and slowly brought it to her mouth. She opened her eyes and luridly licked and sucked her own fingers as she cleaned her pussy juices from her hand. She looked so raunchy and hot that Amy had to stifle a moan of lust as she watched Leslie suck on her own fingers. Amy was so engrossed in spying on Leslie that she was unaware that she too was being watched. A few minutes earlier Diana had stepped out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel after her shower. She froze when she saw Amy and stood quietly in the dark corner of the upstairs room watching the older woman. Diana knew exactly what Amy was watching as she had come out of that room a few minutes earlier herself. Group masturbation was popular in the sorority amongst some of the younger girls who were curious about being with other women but who were too timid to agree to full on sex. Diana had seen some of the girls kiss and sometimes they would even get so bold as to caress each other's tits, but the encounters almost always ended with the women watching each other as they masturbated. Diana knew the encounters "almost" always ended this way because she knew that sometimes the girls would become so excited they couldn't stop themselves and would end up rubbing each other's pussies or going even farther. Diana herself didn't usually participate in these sessions. She already knew she was very bi-sexual and found that simply watching another woman masturbate after being naked together and maybe a little foreplay always left her unsatisfied and wanting more. Diana had gained somewhat of a reputation in the house as the sister to visit when you were ready to try a full lesbian encounter, and so had become known as one of the party girls of the house. She didn't particularly like the title, but she had many friends in the house and felt comfortable there. Besides, it also meant that she was able to have many encounters with willing, if timid, women without the guilt of having a one-night stand. Many of these trysts had actually turned out to be much more than a one night stand. Diana watched in fascination as Amy continued spying and even starting rubbing her own tits. Diana's growing excitement let her see Amy now as something other than just Katie's mom. As her eyes moved up and down Amy's body Diana had to admit that she looked good despite being nearly twice her age. Amy was now rubbing her tits excitedly as her eyes never wavered from the room. Diana could feel her own passion building and felt her legs begin to move her softly and quietly toward Amy. Diana knew this was potentially a very bed decision, but she had quickly grown very horny watching Amy spying and couldn't help herself. Besides, she thought, how mad can she get when she is spying on the other three. Diana moved slowly and quietly and stayed behind Amy. As Diana moved closer she had an electric charge of excitement shoot through her when she thought that maybe Amy was watching her own daughter masturbate. She now moved up close behind her and could see Leslie in the mirror. Diana had seen Leslie cum a few times before and guessed that she had just finished her orgasm. Amy was now just an arm's length away and Diana couldn't contain herself. Diana slowly stepped closer and moved her left arm up and toward Amy. Diana's hand slowly moved around her and, before Amy even had sensed her presence, Diana brought her left hand down softly on the side of Amy's tit while her right hand rested on Amy's hip. "Can I help with that?" she softly whispered in Amy's ear just as she touched the older woman. Amy gasped in shock and spun around quickly to come face to face with Diana. How she had managed to keep from screaming in surprise escaped her. "Umm, I was just... I mean...," Amy tried to stammer out some excuse for what she was doing. She stopped when she realized that she had been caught red handed and that no excuse was going to work. Diana stood silently before her with her dyed black hair hanging wet on her bare shoulders. The towel wrapped around her was the only thing she wore aside from the black leather band with the slightly gothic styled cross around her neck. The two women stood looking at each other with only a few inches between them. Diana's hand softly touched Amy's waist and she moved her hand slowly up Amy's body. As her fingers reached Amy's tit she gently massaged Amy's soft flesh before moving her fingers toward Amy's rock hard nipple. As her fingers neared Amy's nipple Diana parted her lips slightly and leaned toward Amy to initiate a kiss. Amy felt like she was paralyzed. The rational part of her mind screamed that she needed to leave but she was so excited after watching Leslie and Diana's soft touch felt so good that she couldn't leave. She watched Diana's lips move slowly closer and, almost by instinct, Amy tilted her head and moved her mouth toward Diana's. Their lips met just as Diana's fingers encircled Amy's hard nipple. Diana's lips parted yet further and Amy could feel the younger woman's tongue softly enter her own mouth. Amy's mind was racing with conflicting feelings. She let the kiss continue for a few more seconds before she pulled away and said, "I...we...shouldn't." Diana's touch on her nipple and breast was sending an erotic charge through her that she found hard to resist. She almost decided to just say "fuck the consequences" and start kissing her again, but instead Amy pulled Diana's hand slowly away from her excited tit. "I shouldn't," Amy whispered again as she turned away from Diana and hurried into her own bedroom. Diana watched Amy move away and was disappointed, but at the same time somewhat surprised Amy had let the encounter last as long as it did. Diana began to let her mind wander to how she could convince Amy to continue their brief kiss. As she turned to go back into the bathroom and finish drying her hair Diana glanced at the mirror and saw that Katie was now lying at the foot of the bed flat on her back. Her hands were wildly moving at her pussy as her body shook from her orgasm. Megan was standing next to the bed circling her nipples with her fingers as she watched Katie bring herself off. Diana watched for a few seconds and started to leave when she looked up toward the head of the bed and was surprised to see Leslie looking back at her in the reflection. "I wonder how much she saw?" Diana thought to herself. Diana smiled at Leslie who returned a brief smile back. As Diana moved to the bathroom she hoped maybe this would be the incident that would let Leslie relax and agree to fuck her. Megan had been the first girl this school year to get drunk one night and experiment with Diana. Ever since they moved in Diana had her eyes on Katie and especially Leslie, but the farthest she had ever gotten with them were a couple of group masturbation sessions. "Perhaps that will change soon," Diana whispered to nobody in particular as she ran the brush through her damp hair. Amy stood with her back to the bedroom door and could almost hear her heart thumping in her chest. She was flushed with excitement and her mind reeled at what she had nearly allowed happen. Over and over she replayed her embrace with Diana and alternated between feeling regret at having let it move that far and wishing she had gone farther. She stood silently in the room for a long time not sure what to do until she heard Tom's footsteps on the stairs. She hurried away from the door just as Tom opened it and stepped inside. "You all right?" he asked when he saw her. She had been gone far longer than he expected and she looked flushed and a little flustered as she stood a few feet away from him now. Tom could see her nipples standing tight through her top and began to open his mouth to ask what she had been up to, but before he could say anything Amy moved quickly towards him and locked him in a wild embrace. As soon as their lips met Amy's tongue dove inside his mouth and wildly moved back and forth against his tongue. Tom held her tight and could almost feel the sexual energy and heat coming from her as she rubbed his ass and continued their passionate kiss. They shuffled over to the bed while still embraced in their kiss and only parted when Amy pushed Tom onto his back on the bed. She stood over him as he looked up and could see the lust twinkling behind her light brown eyes. She hurriedly ripped off her top and bra before doing the same to her pants and panties. She stood naked before him and Tom watched her tits move up and down with her excited breathing. She knelt on the bed next to him and began to practically tear his clothes off. Tom helped as she stripped him and soon was lying naked on his back with his hard cock pointing straight up into the air. She hadn't even touched his cock yet but he was so turned on by her wanton actions that he was fully erect. She looked down at his hard cock and moaned lustily before she dropped onto all fours and moved her mouth to the tip of his cock. She licked the tip of his cock over and over like it was an ice cream cone and Tom was groaning out loud with lust. It was then he realized that there were guests, not to mention his daughter, staying with them and tried to keep his moans as quiet as possible. Amy was now sucking him fully and had her lips wrapped around his shaft about halfway down his length. She used her tongue and lips to tease him while she applied alternating levels of sucking pressure to further stimulate him. Tom was sure he was going to cum in her mouth, not something Amy often let him do, but just then Amy pulled her head away. She spun around and straddled him before lowering her pussy onto his waiting cock. He couldn't believe how wet she was and her pussy made a slurping sound as he entered her. She groaned a long, low groan as his full length entered her and she held still over him. As Amy started fucking her husband she couldn't keep her mind from thinking about Diana. As Tom's cock moved back and forth inside her she thought about Diana's soft touch on her tits and moved her own hands to her tits to caress herself and imagine it was Diana. Tom groaned as he watched Amy massage her tits as she rode his cock. Amy's fantasy about Diana became more intense as her fuck with Tom became more excited. She could feel Tom's orgasm building and desperately wanted to feel his hot cum fill her pussy. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back as she concentrated on her own building orgasm. Tom grunted and she felt his cock twitch and jump as he started filling her with his cum. He pumped load after load into her and she loved the extra heat and wetness she felt inside her pussy. She knew her orgasm was very close and kept riding Tom wildly as he came. Her thoughts again wandered to Diana, except this time she envisioned Diana straddling Tom's face as she and Tom fucked in the same position they were currently in. She imagined hearing Diana's moans and watching her face as Tom worked his tongue expertly at her young pussy. Amy thought about how it would feel to hold her naked tits as she came all over Tom's face. Amy imagined what it would feel like to have Diana suckle on her tits as Tom drove his hard cock into her pussy. Amy tensed and sighed loudly as her orgasm took hold of her. Her pussy clenched tightly on Tom's cock and she let out an involuntary groan as the initial wave of her orgasm passed and her body started to relax. Tom held her hips and let his fingers softly run over her soft sides and thighs as Amy rode out her orgasm over him. Amy's orgasm lasted longer than any she had had in a long time. As she came she continued massaging her own tits imagining the whole time that it was Diana's hands touching her. When Amy's orgasm finally passed she sat still over Tom for a brief while before lowering herself onto him. They kissed and held each other before Tom appreciatively asked, "What brought that on?" Amy wasn't sure what to say so she simply replied, "I guess I was just horny." Tom and Amy held each other close and got under the covers together. As they relaxed neither heard the soft movement outside their door. Diana quietly crept toward her own bedroom hoping she would make it there without tripping in the unfamiliar house. On her way out of the bathroom earlier she had heard the sounds of Tom and Amy fucking and had crept over to their door and listened intently as they fucked. She felt a little bad for spying but she was so excited by her brief encounter with Amy and at hearing them fuck that her excitement overtook her and she stayed and listened. As soon as she got back to her bed Diana's fingers slipped down her stomach to her wet pussy. She quietly rubbed her pussy while thinking about what Tom and Amy must have looked like fucking. As she drove herself quickly to orgasm she looked over at Megan's sleeping body and wanted to jump on her and have Megan suck her pussy. Before Diana could make any move toward Megan her orgasm started and she quietly wriggled under her sheets as her fingers continued tickling her clit after she started to cum. To be continued... Home for the Holidays Ch. 02 Note: Part 1 of this story was mistakenly (on my part) posted under "Incest" several days ago. To catch up on the story so far please review that posting. Tom moved around the house quietly the next morning as he got ready for work. Amy was awake but still in bed when he left her with a quick kiss. "I'll try to come home early," he said as he left her. Amy lounged in bed and relaxed as the events of the previous night rolled through her mind once again. She replayed the images of Leslie masturbating over and over trying to burn the images into her mind. She remembered Diana's touch on her tit and the way her lips felt so soft and wonderful. Amy realized she must have dozed off again as the next thing she knew a couple of hours had passed and she could hear noises from down in the kitchen and from across the upstairs part of the house. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt with nothing underneath. There was no need to grab a robe or worry about being overly modest as there were only women left in the house now, so she headed downstairs. "Hi mom," Katie cheerily said as Amy entered the kitchen. Amy was pretty surprised to see that Katie was already dressed and was wearing her coat. Katie had been in the middle of writing a note when Amy entered. "I didn't think you would be getting up anytime soon," Katie continued. "We thought we would head out and I would show my friends around town a bit. You know, show them my old high school and maybe do some shopping. You want to come?" "No, you kids go ahead," Amy answered. "I could use a nice cup of coffee and a leisurely read of the paper. Have fun and I'll hang out with you when you get back." Katie gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and went out the door with a wave. Amy heard the girl's excited conversation start up almost immediately and then heard the car doors close and the engine start before the car drove away. Amy fixed a fresh pot of coffee and sat down with the paper and a steaming cup. She had been sitting for about 20 minutes when she thought she heard a noise on the stairs. "Hello?" she called out. She thought she was alone and was taken by surprise by the noise of someone else in the house. "Oh, hi Mrs. Hudson," Diana said from the stairs. "I hope I didn't scare you." "No, not at all," Amy lied, "I just didn't realize anyone else was here." Diana walked into the bedroom looking a bit like she had just rolled out of bed which, in fact, she had. Her jet black hair was tangled and her clothes were crumpled from the night's sleep. She wore a man's flannel shirt that was probably about two sizes too big for her and faded from age and use. The top three buttons were open exposing Diana's chest as she stood in the kitchen. Much more could have been exposed, Amy noticed, but the shirt just above where the first button was attached currently happened to be lying together. The shirt came all the way down to just above Diana's knees and she didn't appear to have any shorts on underneath. "Can I get you something for breakfast?" Amy asked. "I'd love a cup of coffee," Diana replied, "other than that I'm not a big breakfast eater. Mind if I just look around for something to nibble on?" Amy poured her a cup of coffee as she told her where she might want to look for things to eat. Diana waited by the table and took a big sip of coffee when Amy offered her the cup. "Thanks," she smiled at Amy. Amy took her seat again as Diana turned and moved to the refrigerator. Amy picked up the paper and acted like she had resumed reading, but the reality was that she was watching Diana. Diana opened the frig and leaned inside looking around. Amy noticed the bottom of the shirt had ridden up and exposed more of her thighs. Diana stood up and closed the door turning back toward the table with a yogurt container in her hand. Amy had to look away quickly so Diana wouldn't catch her staring. "Is it OK if I have this?" Diana asked holding out the yogurt container. "Sure," Amy answered without looking up from the paper. "The spoons are in the second drawer to your right." Amy looked up again and immediately noticed that Diana's nipples were now poking through her top. Amy tried to discreetly watch Diana as she got a spoon and sat opposite the table from her. Diana took the comics and appeared to be engulfed in them and in eating her yogurt. Amy was confused by what she felt as she watched Diana this morning. She was curiously drawn to watch Diana's body and had quickly noticed that the younger woman wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits, average in size for her 5' 5" frame, swayed erotically as she moved about the kitchen. Suddenly Amy realized why so many times in her life she had caught guys staring at her tits. She could barely pull her eyes away from Diana's sweet tits. Seeing her excited nipples had caused a knot to form in Amy's stomach and she felt a sexual tingle between her legs. "What the hell is going on?" Amy wondered to herself, "How can I be feeling like this for another woman?" In the silence that followed Amy realized how nervous she had suddenly become. Nearly 12 hours earlier she had almost agreed to a lesbian encounter with Diana and now they were alone in the house and seemingly acting like nothing had happened. Amy's own excitement at Diana's body and erect nipples surprised her and made her very horny and uncomfortable at the same time. "So why didn't you join the other three this morning?" Amy asked trying to break the silence. Diana answered that she wanted to sleep in. "I'm not sure what got into them," she continued, "but I sure wasn't looking for an early start to my first day of vacation." Diana and Amy both laughed at that statement and there was the briefest pause before Diana made eye contact with Amy. "And," she paused for a moment as if unsure what to say next, "I was kind of hoping to spend some time with you." Amy felt like she had been hit in the stomach with a board. She sat looking into Diana's eyes not knowing what she should say. Last night in the dark house after spying on Leslie masturbating she had indeed wanted to fuck Diana. She wasn't really sure why she stopped it with Diana when all of her primal urges wanted her to continue. She supposed it was that she didn't want to feel like she was cheating on Tom, but somehow that almost seemed a silly idea as Tom had made it clear many times that his greatest fantasy was for her to fuck another women. Maybe she was simply afraid of getting caught with the other three girls being so close. If that was the case there was nothing to stop her now. As she sat alone before Diana woke up Amy had reflected on the night before as almost like a dream. In the bright light of the morning it seemed very far away and almost as if it didn't really happen. Amy had convinced herself the encounter meant nothing until she had seen Diana walk into the kitchen and she felt all the same mixed emotions she had in the dark of the upstairs when Diana fondled her tit the previous night. Amy was suddenly snapped back to the moment by the feel of Diana's hand touching hers. Amy looked up again at Diana as they sat holding hands across the table. Amy still didn't know what to say but suddenly she heard words coming from her mouth. "I wasn't sure what to do," she paused as she searched for what to say next, "I mean, I've never done anything like that before..." Her voice trailed off without any sort of conclusion. Diana rubbed her hand softly with her thumb and answered back, "Don't worry, I have." She stood up from the table and Amy felt herself also standing up. Amy and Diana both moved around the table and stood face to face with only a few inches between their bodies. Diana still held Amy's hand in one of her hands and took hold of Amy's other hand as they stood in silence. Diana tilted her head and moved her lips toward Amy much as she had done to start their kiss the previous night. Just as she had done the previous night Amy responded by moving forward. Their lips met in a very soft and tender kiss that seemed like it lasted ten minutes. Amy couldn't believe how excited she was. Her lips gently played with Diana's and they slowly let their lips slide back and forth together. Amy's pussy was now tingling and she could feel herself getting wet as their soft kiss continued. Much to her own surprise it was Amy who advanced things as she let her lips part and extended her tongue until she met Diana's. Their kiss increased in passion as they let their tongues slide against each other. Amy slipped her tongue inside Diana's mouth and ran it over her teeth and around her lips and moaned when Diana did the same to her. Amy had kissed Tom like this thousands of times, but she couldn't remember when it had this kind of effect on her. The softness of Diana's lips and skin as they kissed excited Amy. In addition, Amy loved the feeling of Diana's tits softly rubbing against her own as the two women swayed slightly while they kissed. Diana was feeling similar excitement as she had never before been with a woman as old as Amy. In nearly all of her encounters with women Diana had been the experienced lover whose role was to nurture along the timid and sometimes clumsy newcomer. It was true that Amy may not have ever been with a woman before but she clearly was an experienced lover as her kiss sent chills down Diana's spine. It was tender yet wanting, and the way Amy used her tongue to tease Diana's mouth only made Diana's pussy ache in anticipation of what that tongue could do in other places. As they kissed they held each other's hands until Diana finally slipped her hands out of Amy's and wrapped her arms around Amy's back. Amy did likewise and their embrace became tighter as they began rubbing each other's backs. Amy could feel their tits pressed firmly together now and couldn't help but sway her body from side to side slightly to add to the soft friction between them. After many more minutes of kissing and caressing in the kitchen Diana broke their kiss momentarily and whispered, "Can we move upstairs?" Amy smiled and took Diana's hand as she led the younger woman upstairs into the master bedroom. They resumed their kiss as they stood next to the bed. After a few more minutes Diana again parted their embrace and looked into Amy's eyes as she asked, "May I give you a massage?" Diana had used a massage as an excuse to get some of her inexperienced lovers naked and in bed before, but this time she suggested it out of a genuine desire to explore Amy's body. Diana wanted to be able to touch and explore Amy fully, and she also figured that a massage might help relax Amy. The older woman was definitely game to continue but Diana could feel her nervousness as they kissed. "Yes," Amy whispered hoarsely in answer to Diana's question. Diana smiled warmly at her and let her hands move to the bottom of Amy's T-shirt. With a single, slow motion Diana pulled the shirt up and over Amy's head as Amy lifted her arms to assist. Amy watched Diana as she stared at her exposed tits. Despite being nearly twice as old as Diana Amy's tits only sagged a tiny bit and held their shape very well. Amy felt her nipples grow tight as she could almost hear the excitement in Diana's breathing as the younger woman stared at her tits. Emboldened by the response Amy moved her hands to the drawstring holding her sweats up. She untied the knot and softly pushed the sweats down her legs. They were too big for her anyway and easily fell into a heap around her feet exposing herself completely to Diana. Diana bent over and pulled Amy's feet out of the sweats before slowly standing back up. As she stood Amy could almost feel Diana's eyes exploring her naked body and Amy felt herself growing excited at the look of lust on Diana's face. Diana guided Amy onto the bed and had her lay on her stomach. Amy turned her head to the side and watched as Diana quickly unbuttoned her flannel shirt before pulling it off. She had been naked underneath and Amy felt a jolt of excitement as she watched the now naked Diana crawl onto the bed with her. Diana knelt next to Amy and began massaging her shoulders and neck. Diana let her fingers pass over every part of Amy's soft shoulders and upper back over and over as she could feel her own excitement grow and feel Amy's body relax. Diana continued the massage by moving to Amy's lower back. She skipped Amy's ass and moved down to her feet instead. Diana took her time and softly massaged each of Amy's legs stopping each time just when her fingers were about to contact Amy's pussy. She knew her touch was affecting Amy as the older woman's moans had become more and more sexual as the massage continued. As she finished massaging Amy's second thigh Diana also became aware of the heavy scent of Amy's excited pussy. Finally Diana's fingers slipped onto Amy's ass and Amy moaned in response. Diana tenderly massaged Amy's soft ass and occasionally let her fingers dip between her legs. Diana still hadn't touched Amy's pussy but she was coming closer and closer and driving Amy wild with anticipation. Diana's own excitement had now grown to a barely controllable level. What she desperately wanted was to flip Amy over and straddle her in the 69 position so both women could wildly suck each other's pussy. She knew she needed to advance things soon but also didn't know if Amy was quite ready for that yet. Instead Diana rolled Amy over onto her back and immediately sucked one of Amy's nipples into her mouth. Amy let out a long groan as Diana began circling her tongue around and around the hard point. Diana moved from one tit to the other as she let her lips, tongue, and sometimes teeth tease and excite Amy. Amy was moaning over and over at the sensations Diana was giving her. Diana seemed to instinctively know just when and how to touch her for maximum excitement. Tom was wonderful in bed and never left Amy wanting, but something in Diana's easy style and smooth movements really affected Amy. It was as if Diana could read Amy's mind and knew just what to do at all times. With one last swirl of her tongue Diana began sliding down Amy's body softly licking and kissing her stomach as she moved. As she felt Diana moving down her body, Amy spread her legs in anticipation of feeling Diana's hot mouth and tongue at her pussy. Amy's pussy was already dripping wet and she felt an additional charge of excitement and lust when she felt Diana's tits drag over her pussy as Diana moved herself into position. Diana stopped with her face just inches over Amy's pussy and paused for a moment to enjoy the view. Amy had spread her legs wide and her pussy was glistening with wetness. Diana inhaled Amy's musky scent and then lowered her head to Amy's pussy. "Ohh, fuck yes," Amy moaned as Diana's tongue almost immediately found her clit and started playing with it. After the expert teasing Diana had given her tits Amy couldn't wait for what she had in store for her pussy. Amy wasn't disappointed. Diana mostly used her tongue but also her lips and some suction to quickly tease Amy into a wild frenzy. Amy usually wasn't overly vocal during sex but she couldn't stop herself from talking and gasping as Diana drove her wild. Diana had started by teasing Amy's clit mercilessly but had shifted her attention to fucking Amy with her tongue. Amy was gasping, "Fuck me, that feels so fucking good," as Diana drove her tongue in and out of her soaked pussy. Diana then decided to join the dirty talk and asked, "You like this?" Amy looked into her eyes and simply answered, "Yes." "Do you want to cum for me? "Yes, I want to cum on your face. Please make me cum." Diana lowered her mouth to Amy's pussy again and started to fuck her wildly with her tongue. Suddenly she pulled her tongue out and started to wildly tease Amy's clit. As soon as Diana's tongue touched her clit Amy gasped, "Ohhh God," and could feel herself tense as her orgasm hit her full force. Amy groaned over and over as she writhed under Diana's expert tonguing in the throes of her orgasm. Diana continued teasing her clit, although much more gently, after Amy started to cum. Once she felt Amy's orgasm had passed and could feel Amy's body relaxing as she tried to regain herself, Diana slipped her tongue back downward and started to lazily lick at Amy's pussy hole. Amy was in a state of pure bliss as she was still on her post-orgasm high with Diana licking at her. She moaned softly and purred, "That feels so good." Diana continued to softly lick and slurp at Amy's pussy for several long minutes before she eventually pulled herself away and crawled up over Amy. She lay down on top of her older lover and they kissed deeply. Their tongues swirled back and forth and Amy couldn't believe how exciting it was to feel the softness of another woman's lips and face during a kiss. She could taste her own juices on Diana's face and tongue and knew that she wanted to bring Diana to the same kind of orgasm she had just felt. They rolled over together so Amy was now on top of Diana and they continued their kiss. As their kiss parted Diana looked softly into Amy's eyes and said, "Fuck me." She paused for a moment as she sensed uncertainty in Amy's eyes before adding, "Don't worry about what to do. You already know. Just do what feels natural." Amy moved her face to Diana's neck and began bathing her neck and shoulders in soft kisses and gentle licks. Diana moaned and sighed as Amy tenderly explored her. Next Amy moved to Diana's tits and began by simply massaging them in her hands. Diana groaned again and couldn't believe how amazing Amy's touch felt. She knew this was her first time with a woman, but she still had a confidence and purpose to her touch and actions that Diana's previous young lovers never had. "She may not know how to fuck a woman, but she clearly knows how to fuck," Diana thought to herself just as Amy lowered her head and began running her tongue around and around the soft flesh of Diana's tits. Diana couldn't remember being this excited or this wet and all she wanted was for Amy to suck her pussy and make her cum. As much as she wanted this she didn't want Amy to stop sucking her tits as she was driving Diana wild. Amy had softly teased her nipples into two hard points and then had seemingly coaxed them to become even harder and tighter. Finally Diana couldn't wait and longer and groaned, "Fuck me. Lick my pussy." Amy moved down between Diana's spread legs and looked at the younger woman's pussy. It was the first time she had even seen another woman's pussy spread like this, but somehow she knew exactly what she should do. She lowered her mouth and began teasing the lips and folds of Diana's pussy with her tongue. It was all new and incredibly unknown and exciting, but at the same time something made it feel familiar and comfortable at the same time. She continued sucking Diana's pussy and made sure to tease her clit for a long while. Diana was moving her hips wriggling on the bed as she moaned over and over from Amy's teasing. Seeing Diana's response gave Amy more confidence and she continued bathing Diana's pussy with her tongue. "I can't take any more, make me cum," Diana groaned. Amy hadn't thought about how she wanted to make her cum, but instinctively she brought her tongue to Diana's wet hole and started driving it up inside her pussy. Amy hadn't done this yet and started to fuck Diana with her tongue as the younger woman's breathing became more erratic and she started pushing her pussy up into Amy's face. Amy continued fucking her with her tongue until Diana tensed as she drove her pussy hard into Amy's face. Amy shoved her tongue as far inside Diana as she could and held it there as Diana groaned, "Oh, fuck," and started to cum. Diana's pussy twitched and shook around her tongue and Amy became very excited by the feeling. She held her tongue deep inside Diana's pussy until her orgasm started to pass and then she pulled it out and started to tenderly kiss and lick at Diana's dripping wet pussy just as Diana had done to her. Home For The Holidays Ch. 02 I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on the door. My eyes were barely open and all I could think was that my room-mate was out all night, and was trying to get in early in the morning but forgot his key. Then I heard the knocking again and mom's voice, saying, "Are you awake, Danny?" It was then that I realized where I was; I wasn't in my dorm room at all. I had spent the night sharing my sister's bed and having the greatest sex of my life with her. I still find it hard to believe! I took a quick glance around the bed, and room in general, to make sure everything looked in order. We were far enough apart to appear innocent so I answered, "Yeah, mom, come on in." Mom could see that Chrissy was still asleep so she whispered, "It's nine o'clock; I don't know if you set an alarm but I thought you might want to get up soon. Dad and I are going to take grandma and grandpa to the diner for breakfast; did you want to go?" "Nah," I replied, as Chrissy began to stir, "we'd never get showered and dressed in time anyway. You go and enjoy yourselves; we'll fix something here after we get up." "Okay... by the way, the turkey's in the oven and needs to be basted in about an hour." I told mom I'd take care of it and threw off the blanket before getting out of bed. I felt a bit confused about the previous night. I mean, my sister and I had experienced such fantastic sex as a total surprise and it felt great. But now, I didn't know how I should conduct myself with Chrissy. I mean, do I hold her and kiss her and whisper how terrific it all was, like I might do with some girl from college that I spent the night with? Or, should I just act cool and try to downplay it? Was she going to regret it now that it was over and be pissed off at me? I went into the bathroom and relieved myself before turning on the shower and letting the water get hot. I stepped inside the tub and felt the spray pour down over me; man, did that feel good! I turned myself around so each part of my body received the hot streaming water. Suddenly, the shower curtain parted and Chrissy stepped into the tub with me. She nudged me aside and let the water run all over her body, and the long brown hair flowing down around her shoulders, before grabbing it in both hands and neatly arranging it behind her back. She then stood in front of me, wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close, tilting her head and planting her soft, full lips on my mouth. We kissed for a long time before she broke it and backed away enough to look in my eyes and say, "Danny, if what you gave me last night was brotherly love, I think I'm gonna move to Philadelphia!" Well, so much for wondering what direction our relationship was going in. I had to chuckle at her use of the "City of Brotherly Love" to make her point. I told her, "I don't know what to say or how to explain what happened last night." She thought for a moment, then replied, "Danny, I don't know how it happened either, but I do know that we both enjoyed it and I don't think either of us regret it. So, let's not complicate matters by trying to analyze it, okay?" With that, she grabbed the soap from the wall ledge and handed it to me, saying, "How about washing my back, bro?" I took the soap and worked up a good lather as Chrissy turned her back to me and I began spreading it over her skin, starting with her neck and shoulders and traveling down her back to her butt. I marveled at the beautiful shape of her ass and thighs. My cock was beginning to stiffen at the sight of her wet, naked body. She then turned to face me again and asked, "Wanna do the front, too?" I gently ran my soapy hands from her neck, over her upper chest, and then around the sides of her gorgeous breasts before placing both hands over the front of her tits and feeling the nipples with the palms of my hands. I looked straight into her eyes as the water dripped from her forehead past her lashes and down her cheeks; my hands traveled lower, rubbing the lather over her taut stomach. I stood back a bit and eyed her magnificent body, her full breasts glistening with the soap film and water droplets. Even without makeup, her face was beautiful, like that of a glamour model; I said, "Chrissy, you are the most amazing girl I have ever known!" My cock was rock hard by now and my left hand rested on her waist as my other one gripped the soap and dipped lower, completely covering her pussy and rubbing the lather into the trimmed patch of hair above her slit. The wet bar of Dial suddenly slipped out of my hand and fell on the floor of the tub. Chrissy turned around to find it and then bent over to pick it up. I stared down at her butt and said, "Whoa...hold that pose, Chrissy." I took my hands and parted her beautiful ass cheeks slightly. Just below her bung hole, I could see the tender folds of her labia and I moved them apart with my fingers. My hard prick was sticking straight out and I moved forward a bit so my cock head was able to enter her wet snatch. Chrissy stayed bent over like that as I eased my shaft all the way into her warm pussy, the hot shower water beating down on her back. I was all the way into her tight love tunnel and fucking her with slow, even strokes as I leaned over and reached under Chrissy's body to grab her tits; they hung below her chest and swayed forward and back as I humped her from behind. My cock was fully enveloped by the walls of her vagina as I slid it back and forth; it grew harder with each push. I squeezed her soft, full breasts and played with the nipples as Chrissy started fingering her clit. I continued to increase the speed of my thrusts and I knew she was getting close to her climax. "Ohmygod, Danny... I am SO READY... I'm going to cum... right... NOW!" Chrissy started breathing really hard and fast, squealing uncontrolably as the rush overtook her and her legs weakened. The intense feeling centered in her groin quickly traveled in a wave throughout her body. She held out her arms to support herself by leaning on the edges of the tub as the feeling slowly subsided and she began to regain her composure. She needed to stand up so I pulled my slipperly rod out of her hole and began stroking it slowly as her breathing returned to normal. We were starting to run out of hot water by now so I turned both handles off. Chrissy moved the shower curtain back enough to enable her to grab a towel so she could dry her face and eyes. I then noticed that she hadn't closed the bathroom door when she entered the room but mom and dad wouldn't be back for a while yet; the diner was always crowded for breakfast on holidays. Chrissy turned to face me now and noticed my hard-on still sticking straight in the air. "Well, we can't leave THAT unattended now, can we?" she asked, as she squatted down in the tub and held my cock in both hands, the tip of it aiming straight at her face. She began jerking me off. A soap film mixed with her cunt juices now and coated my prick, creating some foamy lather. "I want to watch you shoot off, bro; let me know when you're ready." I didn't think Chrissy would take my cock in her mouth with all that soap on it but I was just happy that she'd bring me off. Her left hand massaged my balls as the other one continued to slide up and down the length of my shaft; some precum was oozing out the tip by now. The feeling started building inside and I knew it wouldn't be long; I began humping my pelvis back and forth as Chrissy's hand moved faster over my sensitive glans. She gently squeezed my balls and I felt the impending start of my eruption; the tip of my cock felt like it was going to burst. "I'm gonna cum, Chrissy... I'm gonna shoot any second," I told her. I looked down to see her head tilting back slightly and her mouth opened wide. Chrissy watched intently as the first shot sailed nearly ten inches through the air before entering her mouth, the tail end of the rope dripping from her lower lip. The subsequent shots were less forceful but I pumped stream after stream of warm, white cum between my sister's full, hot lips. She managed to get at least part of each rope on her tongue, the rest dripping down her chin. When, at last I was finished, Chrissy licked her lips, sucking as much semen as possible into her mouth before swallowing my load. She then wiped the remainder from her face with her fingers and sucked the creamy jizz from them, one by one. Suddenly, we were both startled and Chrissy quickly stood up as we heard a voice from someone standing at the open bathroom door. "Well, I was coming over to fix you two breakfast, but it looks like you've... EATEN already." It was Aunt Joan, our mother's sister, who lived about a mile away. I figured she and Uncle Joe would be coming over later for Thanksgiving dinner, like they did every year, but I didn't expect to see her so soon. Aunt Joan had a reputation for being the black sheep of the family. I had heard she was a pretty wild child in her younger days but we had always gotten along well with her. I said, "Gosh, Aunt Joan, I hope you won't tell our folks about this... I can explain..." Aunt Joan stepped into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, tossed it to me and said, "Danny, you don't have to explain anything to me; you're both old enough to make your own decisions. Besides, your Uncle Joe and I have sown quite a few wild oats of our own so I would be the last person to question your actions. I'm sorry if I intruded but your mom called me this morning to say they were going to the diner and I volunteered to stop by and fix you guys some breakfast. I guess neither of you heard me come in the house but I called a few times before walking in to see where you were. Why don't you finish in here and get dressed and I'll start mixing up some pancakes in the kitchen." She then turned, walked out of the bathroom and left Chrissy and I staring at each other. Chrissy wrapped a towel around her body and went in the bedroom to blow dry her hair while I brushed my teeth and shaved. By the time I got to the bedroom to get dressed, Chrissy went back to the bathroom to brush her teeth. As I began to get dressed, I passed Chrissy's open suitcase and noticed a familiar circular-shaped container near her hairbrush and comb; it was a package of birth-control pills. "So," I thought to myself, as I picked up the container, "I guess she IS on the pill and I don't have to worry that I knocked her up last night." I tossed the container back where I got it but it hit the handle of her hairbrush and the case popped open. I reached in to grab it and close it again when I noticed there were no pills missing. I began to think, "Was this a new package? If so, where was her old one; I looked and didn't see any more. Shouldn't she be using these if she's not having her period? She hasn't had her period in the two days I've been with her. Hummmmmm... was she REALLY on the pill? Maybe she had been on the pill and decided to stop now... while I've been filling her with my sperm." I placed the pack of pills back in her suitcase. Chrissy walked back into the bedroom, saying, "Hey, bro, ready for breakfast? Come on, let's go." And as quick as all that, she was out the door and on her way to the kitchen. I finished putting my shoes on and by the time I got to the kitchen, Aunt Joan was putting the hot pancakes on our dishes and had filled our mugs with fresh coffee. Chrissy was already pouring the warm maple syrup over the golden brown cakes as the soft yellow butter began to melt on top of the stack. Aunt Joan sat down as we began to eat and said, "So, I guess I interrupted a special thing you guys have between you. I don't mean to be nosey but... how long has this been going on?" Chrissy and I glanced at each other and I spoke up, "It's just something that started last night, actually. I don't know if you'd understand, but it just sort of HAPPENED." Aunt Joan laughed and looked at her cup of coffee, thinking for a minute. Then she said, "So, you don't think I'd understand? Well, I'm going to let you two in on a little secret, considering that I now know one about you both. You see," she began, "your Uncle Joe and I have been involved in 'swapping' for quite a while; maybe you've heard about 'swingers', married couples who exchange partners from time to time?" Chrissy looked up, a chunk of pancake on her fork, and asked, "You mean... you've been having sex... with other men... and Uncle Joe knows about it?" "Yes, and he's been having sex with other women. And not only do we know about it, we're often in the same room at the same time," Aunt Joan added. "How did THAT come about?" I asked. "Well, it all started when we went away to a resort in the Pocono's, for our tenth anniversary. They had a nice restaurant there and, after all the dinners were finished, a three-piece band came in and played music for couples to dance to while they had drinks. It was kind of an older crowd so they played mostly slow songs and a few fast ones. The lights were very dim and it was kind of romantic, designed to let everybody get in a good mood and go back to their rooms each night for some good sex, I guess. After Joe and I had finished a dance, we were sitting at this little table, sipping our drinks, when a couple from another table came over. They asked if we wanted to dance, but they wanted to switch partners; you know, the guy, Dave, wanted to dance with me and Joe would dance with his wife. They were kind of good looking and seemed pretty cool so we looked at each other and said, 'why not?' Joe told me later that the other woman, Sandy, whispered in his ear after a minute or two, 'you know, you could dance closer to me; I won't bite.' Joe was attracted to the woman; she had a great body, a low-cut dress and large tits but he said, 'well, wouldn't your husband mind if we get TOO close?' The woman said that they found it exciting to dance close with a member of the opposite sex who was NOT their spouse. She said it would arouse them and that they'd be really horny at the end of the night and it added a little spice to their marriage, enhancing their sex lives. After they went back to their room, they would tell each other exactly what was said, the sexual innuendos and flirting, the rubbing together... everything. The funny thing was that Dave was telling me the same story while WE danced. Sandy asked Joe, 'Would you mind if Dave danced really close with your wife?' Joe thought for a moment and replied, 'No, not really.' At that, Sandy whispered to Joe, 'Slide your hand down from my back and place it on my ass; then look over at Dave and your wife.' Joe decided to go for it; he moved his hand down onto Sandy's butt and pulled her close to his body. Joe's erection was growing between them and poking into Sandy's groin. He looked over to see Dave with his hand on MY ass, pulling me closer to him; Dave's cock was rock hard and pushing at my clit through our clothing as we slowly rubbed ourselves together to the music. I had to admit, it certainly was stimulating doing this with a stranger, not really knowing what would happen next." "Wow!" I said, "then what happened?" "We sat down after dancing a couple of numbers and Sandy and Dave told us they often went out together and looked for other willing couples to dance with. We talked about the different feelings people get from being with someone other than their partner of so many years," Aunt Joan told us. "So," I asked, "How did this develop into swinging or swapping?" Aunt Joan continued, "The next night at the resort, we met Sandy and Dave again, danced with them a bit and then they asked us up to their room. They said they had a large suite with a wet bar and, if we wanted to, we could dance to a CD player they had up there. Being the open-minded couple that we are, we went up to their room. Once we got up there, we were seated on a nice sofa in a sitting room just off their bedroom and Dave made us some drinks. We danced a couple of slow songs before we all sat down and talked. It was then that they made their 'sales pitch'. They told us that they belonged to a swingers club where the members often swapped partners for the purpose of having sex. They told us that if we were interested in trying it, that we should start by just 'making out' for a while with each other. If we found that exciting and we didn't get jealous that our partner was kissing or being touched sexually by someone other than their spouse, then we might want to pursue it further." "So, you tried it with Dave and Sandy?" Chrissy asked. "Yes, they left us alone for a few minutes so we could talk it over. When they returned, we told them that we'd like to give it a try. Dave put on some slow, soft music and we began dancing again, only this time, Dave and I went into the bedroom while Joe and Sandy stayed in the sitting room. The rooms were actually connected with a wide archway so we could still see each other. While we were dancing, Dave began to massage my back and shoulders and we started kissing; I put my hand down and was rubbing his hard cock through his slacks. Before you know it, we were playing tongue-tag and feeling each other up like two teenagers after a high school prom. Pretty soon, he had my dress hiked up in front, panties pulled aside and a finger in my pussy. I unzipped his fly, pulled his stiff boner out and was sliding my fist up and down his thick prick. He had already started to leak some precum but I brought my hand up to my mouth and added some saliva to the mix so it would slide back and forth more quickly and easier. As I was jerking Dave off, I turned my head to see what Joe and Sandy were up to. In a matter of minutes, she had Joe's cock out and was whacking him off while he had her large tits out of her dress and was sucking on her deep red nipples. Joe reached around Sandy's back and lifted up her dress; she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see his hand playing with her ass before plunging deep beneath her. As she spread her legs a bit, he could actually rub her pussy from behind. She was really hot then and asked Joe to bring her off, so he sat her down on the edge of the sofa. She leaned back and spread her legs wide and he started to eat her out. I kept looking over until he finally strummed her clit with his fingers and she came all over his face. By that time, I was humping Dave's hand with a couple of fingers up my cunt and having my own orgasm; I held on to Dave with one arm while I continued to play with his stiff cock with my other hand. As soon as I had cum, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his hard prick in my mouth. Joe and Sandy had gotten up and walked over to watch me deep throat Dave. Sandy asked if she could have the pleasure of tasting her husband so I popped Dave's dick out of my mouth and we traded places. Dave reclined on the bed and Sandy's head was bobbing up and down on his stiff cock as I turned my attention to Joe. Joe hadn't cum yet and was sitting on the other side of the bed with a woody pointing straight at the ceiling. We began to kiss as I fondled his erection and I could taste Sandy's pussy juice on Joe's lips and tongue. It didn't turn me off and I actually got super horny at the thought of all this sex in front of nearly total strangers. Joe laid down on the bed next to Dave and I squatted above him, straddling his lower torso with my legs on either side. I slid the crotch of my wet panties over to one side and lowered my twat onto Joe's hard cock. Sandy looked over as she was blowing Dave and watched as Joe's dick slid up into my cunt. The sight of Joe and I fucking just inches away from his face must have been too much for Dave and he started to grunt, humping his loins into Sandy's face, cumming down her throat. I was raising my bottom up and down, squeezing my cunt muscles around Joe's prick, but looking over and watching Dave's cum oozing out of the edges of Sandy's mouth as she sucked him dry. Joe saw this as well and moments later, he too let out a loud moan and began shooting his cream deep into my vagina. I continued to ride his cock until I felt it soften and shrink a bit; at that point, I lifted myself off and looked down to see his cum dripping out of my pussy, all over his leg." Home For The Holidays Ch. 02 I think Chrissy and I were both staring at Aunt Joan in amazement by now. I was about to ask her what happened next when we suddenly heard the outside door to the kitchen open. It was mom and dad and our grandparents, back from their breakfast at the diner. I had forgotten to baste the turkey but, even more important, I was disappointed that I'd have to wait to hear the rest of Aunt Joan's story.