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Homecoming Ch. 02

By: mtnman2003



Homecoming Ch. 02: Morning After

I showered, dressed, and headed downstairs, flipped on ESPN to watch game day college sports programming and set about getting breakfast ready. I felt great this morning, I had emptied my nut sac, had every drop swallowed, and played with a sweet, young pussy. What a way to start any morning. 

I started a pile of hash browns, threw on some strips of bacon, and pulled eggs from the refrigerator. I yelled for the girls to wake up. Breakfast would be in 20-minutes.

Shortly, the girls came bounding down the stairs, rounded the corner to the kitchen. They both had grins on their faces. “Morning Dad” they chimed.

“Good morning” I echoed back, hardly turning from the stove.

Kim my daughter, approached me, put a hand to my shoulder, leaned up close to my ear, and whispered “Thanks for this morning Daddy”. She planted a kiss on my cheek and gave me a quick hug. She retreated to her place at the table and sat down. Sara, Kim’s best friend on the planet, was in Kyle’s place at the end of the table. I turned to the girls, and drew a quick breath. Both girls were still in their night shirts and panties. Long legs peeked from the bottoms of their shirts. They were touching toes in the sunlight that was cascading through the window and warming the tiles on the floor. Both girls grinned from ear to ear at me.

“Who’s hungry?” I asked. 

“Me, me” retorted the girls. 

“Well, get off your pretty little asses and set the table” I replied and laughed loudly. Both girls jumped up and made a beeline for the cupboard and dish washer. I turned to watch them. “Coffee is ready as well” I stated. “What kind of eggs would you like for breakfast?” I continued. 

Each girl said “Scrambled” simultaneously. I could not take my eyes away from the girls.

Kim had opened the dishwasher, bent at the waist to pull the lower rack of dishes out. Her night shirt climbed up her ass. Flat footed, bent at the waist, I had a terrific view of my daughter’s panty clad ass. High cut panties barely covering her rear end. And bent over like that, the panties were drawn tight against her backside, leaving little to my imagination. A lump came to my throat. Stirrings started in my crotch, my cock chubbed quickly. Just as quickly, I noticed Sara was also looking at Kim’s ass, glanced at me and caught me staring at her. 

She just grinned at me and said “Nice huh?” God, I thought I was going to die. I turned back to the stove, my face had to be a crimson red. Maybe I would die any second. It would be better!

“Dad” Sara chimed. I turned back to the girls, expecting to have my lunch handed to me. Instead, the girls, were hip to hip, feet apart, both bent over at the waist, and were standing straight legged, looking through their legs at me. Each was grabbing their calf muscles. I was speechless. What a beautiful sight. Now I definitely had the beginnings of a raging hardon. 

“Wow” I said unexpectedly. Both wiggled their asses slightly, and stood up. They came over to me, and both hugged me tightly. 

“We need to get the table set, do not burn the bacon” Kim stated. I, lost in a fog, turned to the breakfast cooking on the stove. I must be still dreaming this morning I thought. But, it was real. I finished cooking, put the food on plates, and served the girls their breakfasts. I could not help but to notice the twinkle in their eyes, like they got the old man. That will teach me I thought.

The rest of breakfast was uneventful. I chatted with them about the homecoming dance from last evening. I watched their little nipples run little circles around the front of their night shirts. I knew I wanted to catch Sara alone again. The ache in my cock was growing larger, just like he was. I quietly ate, expecting to visit my bedroom after breakfast and fix my growing problem.

I finished cleaning up after breakfast, grabbed a cup of coffee, the paper and retreated to the family room, expecting to watch some football and relax for a bit. 

“Daddy, Daddy” I heard Kim calling from upstairs. I put the paper down, and with coffee cup in hand, headed for her bedroom. Lightly tapping on the door, “Enter” Sara said. Both girls were on the bed, lying on their stomachs facing the door. 

I entered. “What’s up girls?” I asked.

Kim spoke first. “Daddy, what do you remember about last night?” she asked. I was flabbergasted. Stuttering, no words came out. My breath was gone. I now was getting hot flashes, mind going numb, ready for all hell to break loose. “Woe Daddy, sit down before you blow a gasket” Kim said with a grin. “Take it easy, it is OK!” she continued.

I sat, time to catch my breath. I regained my composure, or at least I thought I did. “Why do you ask Baby?” I said. 

“Daddy, last night was a great experience for me. I was able to reach two cunt numbing orgasms, and feel fulfilled. I wanted to do all those things to you. Suck your cock, and swallow your cum” Kim replied. 

I knew now I was going to die. I looked from one to the other and back. My mind was going 100 mph again. This time, in a panic mode. “It was you?” I blurted out. “I thought it was Sara!”

The girls looked at each other and back to me. “Dad” Sara interjected, “after feeling the size of your cock after Kim’s birthday party, I knew I had to have it for me. I told Kim about what I had done, and it excited her as well. I told her it was probably a foot long. Our plan was for Kim to get it first since you are her Dad.” My head was spinning like crazy now. 

“You planned this?” I said quizzically. 

“Daddy” Kim spoke. “Sara and I have dated many guys in high school. We have felt their cocks as they try to get in our pants. But that is all they want. A fuck! Neither Sara or I have fucked any boys. We both have played, done oral on a couple of guys each, and the guys have finger fucked us, but that is it” she continued. 

“Only heavy petting” Sara said. “Kim and I have masturbated in front of each other, played a little with each other to learn what we like, but we want the real thing now” she continued. “And you are going to be our teacher” she said excitedly.

“I am going to do what?” I blurted out. “I don’t think so”. 

“Why Daddy?” Kim asked. “You love us, you have a hard cock at the moment” she said as she and Sara looked at my cock. My sweat pants were too damn tight, or so it seemed. The front of my sweats were sticking straight up from my crotch.

Both girls turned around to sit on the edge of the bed, facing me now. Their night shirts were covering their bodies, and with planned movement, each girl spread her legs to reveal bare snatches to me. They were both naked under their night shirts. Each girl reached to her pussy, and began playing with her pussy. Teasing the lips, opening the cover just enough to reveal the little bud guarding their respective holes. I sat staring. 


“The deal is” Kim stated, “you have to fuck me first. I want your cock in me. Not a wham bam fuck, but a real, making love fuck” she continued. “And Sara will watch us, participate if you so desire, but I get it in my pussy first.” I sat dumbfounded. I just watched them finger their pussies, looking from one to the other. I knew this was wrong, but I was now to be a teacher? 

“Here are my requirements then” I stated. “I am so horny, we begin now. We will go to my room, the king sized bed will be better for us all. And most importantly, this will stay between us”.

Both girls jumped up, grabbed my hands and literally dragged me to my bedroom. They jumped on the bed, Kim reached to Sara and pulled off her night shirt. Sara returned the favor, pulling off Kim’s night shirt. I stood by the bed, looking at two to the most perfect specimens of female flesh around. They were absolutely beautiful! Kim had the larger frame, toned muscular body, flat tummy, perfect mound, larger tits, and a broader bone structure. Her body was fabulous. God I wanted to climb her and fuck her brains out. Sara, nearly as tall as Kim, had a more slender body, small pert tits, nipples that stuck out begging to be sucked, and similar flat stomach and mound. Sara’s bush was more trimmed than Kim’s. Sara was pinching Kim’s nipple lightly, licking her lips.

I walked to the edge of the bed between the girls. “Girls, take my sweats off me please” I said. As they removed my shirt, I had each of them lean to kiss my chest, and run their fingers through the hair on my chest. 

I told them to sit on the edge of the bed pull down my sweat pants. After they removed my sweat pants, I had them trace the outline of my cock through my briefs. I had them each reach up a leg hole to feel my nut sac, the base of my cock, and wrap the hands around my shaft. 

“Pull down my shorts” I told them. As they pulled down my briefs, I had each place a hand on my cock at the same time, and take turns kissing the head of my cock. I had each suck the head into their mouths, then lick down the side of my cock. I had them kiss each other while pumping my cock gently. I requested that they each feed the other one my cock, direct it to their mouth. 

“Pump my shaft while putting my cock was Sara’s mouth” I told Kim. “Switch” and they traded tasks. 

As Sara was sucking my cock, I told Kim to suck on my balls. “Switch” I told them again. And lastly, I had each finger herself slowly as she wrapped her hand around my cock, and took turns sucking the head into their mouths.

I jumped down on the bed between them, pulled each one to me, my hands resting on their tits. “Before I fuck you both, I want to feel your bodies pressed against me. “

We lay on the bed, bodies pressed close together, Kim in front of me, with Sara at my back. I feel Kim’s ass pressing on my cock. My cock was long and hard, pressing at her, wanting to enter her. But we are a long way from there at the moment. I reach around Kim, hand reaching for her tit. Whether the cool air, or lost in the moment, her nipples are hard as little pebbles. I pulled at the nipple, stretching it, twisting it. “Daddy” she whispered, “please do more to me”. My hand slid down her taunt belly, reaching for her mound. I grab her hip on the way by, pull her tight against me. I love the feel of grabbing a hip bone, and driving my hips forward against an ass. Usually I do this to bury my cock, but here and now it was to feel her softness. My hand continued its downward movement, over the light hair on her mound, and finds her cunt. My fingers play with the cunt lips, pulling gently at the hair of her lips. My middle finger reaches between the folds of her pussy, and finds her clit. It is engorged. And based on her reaction, still sensitive from the sex play we had earlier this morning. A moan escaped her lips. I finger her quickly. I want more. She wants more, her body reacting to my fingers. A moment or two longer I play with her clit, and now reach my fingertip into her hole. She gasps for air, body goes stiff. I play with her hole.

I raise my body off the bed, pulling her to her back. I crawl down between her legs. 

“Sara, I want you to kiss Kim softly, and nibble on her tits for the next bit” I say. Sara moved to Kim’s side.

I watch briefly, and lower my mouth to Kim’s pussy. My tongue now finds her clit. I suck it greedily. I feel her body tense, she arches her hips to meet my mouth. She is now moaning loudly, hand reaching to the back of my head, trying to pull my face tighter into her cunt. The other hand is in Sara’s hair, directing her mouth to her lips, kissing her. She pushes Sara back to her tit, commanding “Sara, suck my tit.”

Her focus now is back to her cunt. “Oh God Daddy, that feels so good!! Suck it, make me cum”. I am doing the best I can. Her hips buck, pussy arches, and begs for more. I lower my face to allow my tongue to reach into her hole. Rapid movements of my tongue tease her hole. I move back to her clit and suck it into my mouth. My teeth rake over it, hold it between my teeth, and tongue begins an assault. My hands have been under her ass, around to grab her hips, pulling her tighter to my mouth. I free my right hand, and bring it to her hole. My finger finds a wet hole, open, wanting something. I oblige, driving my finger deep into her pussy. I should have warned her. A scream escapes her, her hips push downward on my finger. I retreat, insert a second finger at the same time, retreat, and insert a third finger into her hole as I continue sucking on her clit. I look forward to stuffing this beautiful cunt with my cock.

Now she is bucking wildly, grunting, screaming “Fuck me daddy, fuck your baby daughter. Make me cum.” Coherent thought exists at the moment. I need to get her beyond coherent thought into pure fucking lust, and continue to suck her hard now, slamming my fingers deep into her cunt. Faster, I work the clit with my tongue. 

Kim reaches down from Sara’s head to reach for her pussy. I see her reach to her mound. Sara tilts her hips onto the extended fingers from Kim. Sara continues sucking Kim’s tits, now grunting as Kim’s fingers play with her pussy and hole as well.

“Daddy, don’t stop! Daddy” her voice trails off. Her hips arch, body raises off the bed and freezes. “Oh God Daddy, I’m cumming” she states. More of a scream. I chuckle to myself as I continue to finger fuck her hard and suck on her clit. I continue, gentler now on her clit. It is time to make her come a second time, but not as wild. I remove my fingers from her cunt, and rim her ass with the tip of my middle finger.

“Oh God Daddy, what are you doing?” she screams. 

“Just relax baby, enjoy what I am doing to you” I reply. I slowly lick her cunt from top to bottom and back up, inserting my tongue deep into her pussy. As I did, I pushed my finger knuckle deep in her ass. I feel the muscle tighten around my finger. I rotate my finger around the dark hole gently. I continue to lick her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Holding it between my teeth, I flick back and forth quickly, needing to make her cum now.

Her body responds, fire burning in the little clit between my teeth. I gently pull on it, flicking my tongue constantly over its little head. I increase the intensity of my licking, driving my finger into her ass. All air exhales her body. “Daddy” she screams. “Of fuck, of fuck”. All grows quiet. No breathing, just clenched eyes, rigid body, and my tongue on her clit. One last thrust of her hips upward, she climaxes. She holds herself there, high off the bed, me attached to her clit, finger buried in her ass. I pump my finger. She flops down hard on the bed, panting, grunting as I continue to pump my finger in her ass.

“Daddy, I want your cock in me. Fuck me now please” she hisses. I kiss her cunt, and begin a trail of kisses up her body. Sara has moved to the side, watching me eat her best friend. Now, with a steel hard cock, I am going to fuck my daughter. I am going to impale her with my monster dick. I want to feel my nuts slap her ass hard. 

“Ok baby, Daddy is going to fuck you hard. Fuck you deep! Fuck you, and fuck you some more” I am talking to her as I move up her body.

I position her knees over my arms, raising her ass off the bed, tilting her hips for me to enter her. My cock looks big on her stomach. Sara reaches to grab my cock. “Let me put it in her Dad” she says. “Oh God, I want my turn”. I can hear her short breathing as well. 

Once positioned at her hole, I begin to push slowly. The head disappears into her body. I stop, letting her feel the stretching of her cunt. I move back and push again. This time, more disappears into her cunt. “Feel that baby, Daddy is filling your cunt with my cock” I continue. 

Kim’s head is tilted back, teeth clenched, eyes shut tightly. She is quietly whispering “Oh God, oh God”. I pull back, and push forward harder this time. More disappears in her cunt. Her cunt is extremely tight. I feel her wetness envelop me. I continue to push harder now. I need to bury my cock in her. I need it deep. Faster I pull back, faster I drive my cock deeper into her cunt. She tightens her cunt muscles, holding my cock, milking. I pull back, and drive forward with a passion I have not felt in a long time. Such a sweet, tight pussy, I push forward again. I have reached all the way in. My pubic bone is pressing on hers. We are one. I begin to fuck hard now.

“Oh Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me” she screams. I continue my driving my cock deep into her pussy. I feel sweat begin to build on me. Our bodies become covered with perspiration. I continue to drive my cock in and out of her, harder, faster.

“Fucking Jesus Christ” escapes my lips. “Daddy loves you baby”. I feel my nut sac preparing to dump a load of sperm into my baby daughter. “I’m going to cum baby” I tell her. I continue to drive hard into her body. She raises her hips higher to allow deep penetration. I drive my cock deep into her cunt, hold myself rigid, and begin pumping my cum deep into her waiting pussy. “Oh shit” I moan loudly. I keep pumping now. 

“I can feel your cum Daddy” she says. “Fill me.”

I continue to pump my cock deep in her pussy, slowly reducing the intensity of my plunges into her body. I feel her pussy relaxing. We grind our bodies together, getting another shot of electricity between us. I release her legs from my arms. Groans escape both of us, I lay on her body to feel the tits on my chest. She wiggles her ass below me. “Can we do that again?” she asks. 

“I promise” I respond thinking of the possibilities.

My cock begins to deflate. She brings her legs together as I straddle her. My cock still buried in her pussy, I kiss her for the first time. Soft, gentle kiss, one of passion spent, love shared. I rest on her body. Her arms wrapped tightly around me. We rest.

“Daddy, I love you so much” Kim states. “That was” she trails off. I roll to the side moving her with me, and raise my leg over her body. 

“Rest now” I tell Kim. Eyes closed, snuggled against my body, Kim is relaxed, content.

“Dad, what about me” Sara asks? Her hands are buried down between her legs. I grin at her lying beside us. 

“Sara my dear, you’re next. We may have to watch some football for a bit, but I promise” I said laughingly. “He needs to get a little rest for what he will do to you!” 

“Can’t wait” she replied, caressing Kim’s face. “How was it Kimmy?”

Homecoming Ch. 02



A tiny beam of sunlight peeked through the curtain and tickled Holly's cheek. She twitched, rolled over and wrapped the blanket tighter against her body, shivering as she relived last over and over again. What was I thinking, she thought? She remembered how his cock slipped in and out of her mouth, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy and that spurt of cum choking her. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Why? She couldn't answer her own question but one thing was certain, she would never go back there again.

Holly had vague memories of pulling her panties up and splashing water onto her face before leaving the restroom. She avoided eye contact, walked to the bar to retrieve her change, then rushed out. She felt humiliated and ashamed, sickened by her slutty behavior. Holly was glad she was a stranger. Nobody knew her, not in that part of town. Holly's body jerked and she crawled into a fetal position, pressed her knees hard against her breasts as tears fell. The alarm rang and Holly realized she had to get over last night and go to the hospital and see dad. She couldn't allow last to night to interfere with why she was there. Her life had to move on.

Holly showered, dressed and drove to the hospital. Her dad was finally out of recovery but asleep when she walked into the room. Her mom was snoozing in the chair next to the bed. A nurse checked his vital signs.

"Daughter," she whispered when the nurse looked up. Mom opened her eyes, reached out her hand and Holly squeezed it. "How is dad?"

"He'll be fine, sweetie. You slept okay last night?"

"Yes, mama." Holly suppressed the image of that hot, throbbing cock filling her mouth, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. "I slept well." She hugged mom, sat on the edge of the bed and held dad's hand. "He looked so pale."

"Wait until he fully wakes up." Mom laughed. "He is going to be a terror." Holly brushed the hair away from his eyes and sighed.

"You must be tired. Did you get anything to eat?"

"I'm fine, sweetie." Holly smiled and knew she didn't have to worry. Dad was doing well and mom was in control. She spent the day taking care of both parents, holding dad's hand, making sure mom ate something, being the dutiful daughter. When visiting hours were over, she convinced mom to go home, to get a good night's sleep. She told dad to behave, then drove back to her parent's house. 

They arrived home and while mom showered, Holly sat in the den wanting a drink, anything to ease the edge. She wished she bought a bottle of wine but she drove straight home. She kept dreaming of last night, how his cock poked through the hole, begging to be touched, caressed, relieved. Stay home, she kept telling herself, but she craved the sudden attention. Attention? Being used as a fuck toy for total strangers? Tears welled in her eyes but she realized her panties began to cling to her wet pussy. This can't be happening, she whispered. She reached down and slowly rubbed herself but mom, finished with her shower, interrupted and Holly's fingers retreated. 

"I'm going to bed sweetie. You going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine, mom." Holly felt her thighs shaking. "I may go out for a little while but I'll be fine." She kissed mom after wishing her sweet dreams and went upstairs. Standing in front of the mirror, she dreamed about last night and her willingness to lean over to satisfy someone she never met. She imagined a hard wet cock, the rush she felt when the strangers spurted on her thigh, then in her mouth. Holly could barely stand. She took off her shirt and bra, pulled down her jeans and stared at her body. Noticing the spot on her panties, Holly pushed three fingers under them and realized how wet she really was, how excited she felt when her fingers touched her pussy. She ached to find release. 

"Oh God." Holly's voice was barely audible as she stepped out of her jeans, reached into the travel bag and pulled out a bra, a loose-fitting skirt and a fresh blouse. Holly thought for a moment and put the bra back. She dressed in front of the mirror and admired how her nipples, hard from her excitement, poked through the soft material. She dreamed someone's cock was sliding between her breasts, his cum dripping, his groans reaching her ears. Not wanting to wake mom, she tiptoed down the stairs and out the door.

Holly drove toward town debating to go back or find another bar for her glass of wine. Who knows, she thought? I could meet someone who would want me, take me home and make love to me. She wanted to turn a block before that failing Rolling Rock sign, take a different route but she couldn't. She had to go back, sit at the bar and drink until she had to pee. After parking the car, Holly sat for five minutes, scared to move, but she finally unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her blouse, locked the car and walked in.

It was Friday night and the room was more crowded. Holly walked to a deserted part of the bar, avoided all eye contact and sat down. The same woman who was working last night crushed out a cigarette before walking toward Holly.

"Chardonnay?" Holly nodded, watched her open a bottle with a familiar label, pour a healthy portion into a clean glass and placed it on the bar. Holly produced a twenty but the woman didn't take it. Instead, she lit another cigarette, then began washing glasses. The wine tasted wonderful and Holly felt the warmth of the alcohol. She also felt her nipples protruding, sensitive to the soft touch of her blouse. She turned so she would be facing the room, hoping she was being watched. Again, she prayed no one would wander up and try to strike up a conversation. Holly wanted more and finished her glass. Without asking, the glass was filled and her twenty remained. 

Holly stole a glance around the room and realized many eyes were staring back. She suddenly loved the attention and turned her body more, hoping enough cleavage was showing. Before she finished her second drink, another filled glass sat on the bar. Holly knew she was drinking to fast but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was touch someone's cock, to rub her pussy and cum. She didn't realize it but she slowly spread her legs for anyone looking to see her stained panties, an invitation. Holly didn't sip her third glass. She drank it, eased out of her chair and walked to the restroom. Closing the door, she went to the last stall, pulled up her skirt, slipped her very wet panties off before sitting down. She began rubbing her pussy.

Holly heard that familiar sound of footsteps in the hall, a door opened, the light turned on. Her fingers froze as she leaned over and peeked through the hole. She watched him pull down the zipper of his pants. He pulled out his very hard cock. He began rubbing it slowly while turning toward the wall. Holly ran her finger around the perimeter to beckon him, praying his cock would slip through for her to enjoy. Instead, he kept masturbating and came in his hand. Cum oozed between his fingers and fell on the floor before he rammed his cock back into his pants and fled. 

"Shit." Holly unbuttoned her blouse and resumed rubbing her pussy, praying for what she craved. More steps, the door opened and she could see bulging jeans standing very close to the hole. She watched his fingers slowly pull his cock out. "Yes," she whispered. He turned and slipped his cock through the hole.

Holly touched it and she saw it throb. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft, exciting him, teasing him. She squatted and began rubbing his lubricated cock between her breasts, loved how it slid up and down in a wonderful rhythm. Holly pressed her nipples against his cock in a matching rhythm. She spread her legs to maintain balance. She bent her head down and each time his cock thrust up, she would kiss its tip, taste him while squirming on shaky legs. Her pussy ached. Holly didn't need to touch herself. His cock buried deep between her breasts was more than enough. She squeezed them tight, his cock pumped faster in desperate strokes. He groaned, rammed his cock hard and spurted. Cum splattered against her chin, fell onto her breasts and dripped onto her lap. Before she could savor the excitement, he pulled his cock out and left. 

Holly sat back down and allowed his cum to leave a sticky trail on her skin. She rubbed her fingers in his sperm before licking them clean. The salty taste excited her and she knew what was waiting for the next guy who shoved his cock toward her. Soon, the familiar sound of footsteps, the door opened, closed and light poured into the stall. Holly fell to her knees, moved her mouth closer to the hole, hoping, no praying to suck him off. She could see him pull out his cock and wave it in front of her. Her moans seemed to excite him. He stepped closer, then shoved his cock toward her waiting mouth. It was slim, very long and it arched upward with a tiny glob of cum peeking out of its tip. Holly reached up, pulled it lower and opened her mouth. She teased it with kisses and a lick down the shaft before slipping it deeper between her lips. She slowly worked her mouth up and down, feeling it fill her. He groaned and pressed harder against the wall. Holly felt his cock slip deeper, her breath heavy, her passion growing.

Holly didn't hear the stall door open but she felt the heat of someone standing close. Rough hands grabbed her waist, lifted her up and she panicked. No! She tried to scream but words couldn't form as she sucked the cock harder and faster. Feet kicked her legs wider and she felt her body lower, his cock pressing against her pussy. Oh God, she thought, but all she could think about was the cum glistening on her lips and chin. Those rough hands pressed harder and she felt his hot, throbbing cock penetrate her pussy. She tried to scream but couldn't. His shaft filled her as she squirmed, tried to pull away but, she was pinned. 

Holly felt helpless. Each time she felt his hard thrusts inside her pussy, she would feel her mouth being ravaged. Cum trickled down her throat and she wanted to flee. Not this, she begged, but with each thrust, she pressed harder and wanted more. She squeezed her muscles and felt cum ooze into her. Silent screams became moans as his cock rammed deeper, her hands rubbing spent cum over her breasts. Her mouth filled and she gagged. Cum spilled out of her lips, down her chin and coated the top of her hands. She rubbed her breasts harder and pinched her nipples. Holly heard a groan and she felt the other cock explode very deep inside her body and she came so hard. Her body raged out of control, her spine tingled, her pussy contracting.

He kept fucking her faster and she fell into oblivious lust, begging for more, not wanting this feeling to end. Even though he was losing his erection, Holly took control. She reached between her thighs and started rubbing his limp cock against her clit. His wet, spent toy teased her, excited her, his cooling cum coated her very sensitive clit.

"Oh God!" Holly pressed it hard and began to shake. Her body screamed for release as she arched her back, quaking and tense, forgot her sadness and frustration after all those years with Bob. Her excitement carried her beyond what she ever experienced. 

"Finally." She fell into spasms and couldn't stop her orgasm. She felt his cock pulling out of her fingers but she kept rubbing her clit, hoping to prolong the moment, to never end her happiness. She collapsed into the corner of the stall after both men fled. 

Holly was finally alone and started to cry. She cleaned herself up but her blouse was hopelessly stained. She was afraid everyone would see and know. What is happening to me, she thought. She just wanted go home, get in bed and have this evening behind her. She pulled her panties on and suppressed all the fears overwhelming her. She was about to leave when she heard the men's room door open. His thighs stood so close. He slipped his jeans, then jockeys down and started playing with his cock. She gazed at his wonderful cock, so hard, so inviting. Holly fell to her knees and pressed her opened mouth against the hole.

"Fuck me, baby," she whispered, "fuck your angel." She waited for his hot cock to find her eager mouth.



Homecoming Ch. 02



Chapter Two. The Pickup. 

"Welcome Home Amanda!" the sign said, as I walked out of the arrival terminal, and spotted the sign that my father was holding. "Damm, they are here early", I said to myself. 

There were scores of people pushing trolleys coming out of the arrivals and I was getting nervous that I'd somehow miss them. Then suddenly I saw my father.

"DADDY!" came a cry from my mouth, and he was confronted by this gorgeous suntanned blonde throwing herself into his arms! What was most surprising was he didn't have to bend down to kiss me, he couldn't help it but he burst into tears holding his darling daughter for the first time in so long. I was crying too and we must have looked a right pair standing in the middle of the Heathrow airport blubbing our eyes out!

It had been five years, since my Dad, Mum and my brother moved to England, and I stayed behind in the U.S, to further my education. Once we had both caught our breath, He paused to take a good look at this new version of beauty before him. 

Once we had both caught our breath, I paused to take a good look at this vision of beauty before me. The skinny, spotty little girl had vanished and before him was a 5 foot 8 tall woman, with long sun bleached light brown/blonde hair, blue eyes and the dimple on my chin that I had inherited from Mum. I was wearing long line denim skirt that clung to my shapely hips and a white blouse, which was tucked into my skirt. The blouse was showing off an almost perfect pair of pert C cup breasts that was supported by a push-bra to produce a beautiful show of cleavage. He was astounded

"Oh my god, what have you done with my little girl?" he said holding my hands, stepping back and looking at me up and down. "Surely there must be some mistake? I seem to remember a skinny little thing with scraped knees, missing front teeth and glasses she was always loosing!"

"She grew up, fast!" I said, "And what happen two my sexy Dad with his long hair, muscles and six-pack torso?"

"Six pack? That confirms it we must have got mixed up with other people!" he laughed. I threw my arms around his neck again, and he held me tightly smelling the freshness of my hair, my lovely perfume and the surprising strength in the arms around me. We collected my trolley and made our way to Dad's car, chatting all the way, with me telling him of the latest gossip about the surfers I hung out with a lot back "home". As I bent over to put one of my bags in the boot of my car, he couldn't resist, by checking out my arse and the skirt I was wearing showed him my trim roundness to perfection. 

We drove home to Dad's house outside Oxford, where Dad, Mum and my little brother were now living, 

"Where's Mum, and little Timmy?" I asked him,

"Your Mother had to work, and believe it or not little Tim's in the Army, severing in Iraq, with the 1st Parachute regiment!", he said as we pulled into the driveway.

"Really! I would not have figured him being the military type" I said, as Dad now parked the car and we got out.

"Yeah, I now, it shocked us as well", he said.

Dad carried my bags into the house and I followed Dad up the stairs to the guest bedroom "Wow Dad thanks you got me a double bed," I said.

"I've put a computer here, and installed everything you need, to talk to your friends back in the U.S" he said.

"Aww cool Dad, you are the best!" I leaned over and jumped on him and kissed him again, causing him to almost fall over on to the bed. 

"Get yourself unpacked, have a shower and whatever you want and we'll have tea when you are ready." he said, 

"Thanks Dad, I'm so glad to be here" I was in his arms again and it felt so good to hold him there, my head was on his shoulders, my arms around his neck, just holding me tightly. "I love you Daddy and I've missed you so much." I whispered and tightened his hold on me.

"Me too sweetheart, but you are here now and I'm so looking forward to having all the time with you that we can spare." My lips met his in a soft loving kiss and I felt a tingly down my spine and directly into my groin and suddenly I felt a stirring that completely caught me off guard. Pulling away before I noticed the erection that he had suddenly grown. He broke from our embrace, "I got to go darling, I can hear the phone, and he left me in the bedroom.

I moved around the room, checking it out and renewing with my new surroundings for the next few weeks. I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, then reaching behind my back, unclasping it, and tossed it on to the bed. I then undid the belt around my skirt and popped the button, did a hip wriggle and my skirt dropped to the floor, revealing my thong string which disappeared between the smooth cheeks of my arse. Kicking the skirt to one side, I then stood up and pushing my hair out of my face, I turned side on, glimpsed at my beautiful ripe breasts. 

Running my hands over my flat, taut stomach, evidence of the surfing I had done on the coast, had done to tone up my beautiful body to perfection. I slipped my thumbs into my thong and slid it down. I peered down at my shaved bare pussy apart from a short strip above my slit, and I fiddled with my ring I had in my clit, which was nestled between the upper folds of my pussy lips. 

I slipped on a long baggy t-shirt, and left my bedroom and bumped into Daddy, "Hey Dad!" I rushed up and hugged him again.

"Hi, my darling!" he hugged me in return. "Fancy anything in particular for tea?",

"Fish and chips!" I said. "I haven't had his fish and chips in years!",

"Your command is my wish oh beautiful maiden from the far antipodeans shores." he could feel my breasts pressed against his chest and feel his heart pounding.

"Who was on the phone before?" I asked him,

"Oh, it was your Mother, she apologizes for missing you, and for having to work late tonite!" he said'

"Oh, well, I'll catch with her in the morning then" I said.

"God I've missed you Dad." I suddenly became very still and my arms around his neck squeezed tightly. "I love you Daddy I don't want to leave you again ever." And suddenly I was crying, trembling and wracked with fierce sobs. He held me tightly, my throat choked with emotion as he stroked my head and down my back.

"I love you babe and always have, you've always been in my heart and I've missed you too." he finally managed to say. 

My eyes were burning with tears. He kissed the top of my head, then my forehead as I lifted my face from his shoulder and he gazed into the red rimmed deep blue pools of wonder that were my eyes. My lips met his with a soft tender kiss that suddenly out of nowhere became fierce clinging and passionate, with my body pressed tightly against his and his hands pulling me against him. Just as suddenly we seemed to come to our senses and broke the kiss with a gasp. He looked into my surprised eyes and released me. We separated slightly, still holding hands. My nipples were rigidly jutting through the t-shirt.

"Wow." I said. "That was intense."

"Um yes..."

We just looked at each other, silently acknowledging something that neither of us fully understood. "You were going to have a shower?" he eventually said. I nodded "Go on then and I'll go get tea."

"Okay." I said moving towards the bathroom door. "Oh and Dad?"

"Yes?" 

"Now I know why Mum said you were a great kisser." I winked and ran into the bathroom, leaving me to pick my jaw up from the floor.

A while later, he called me down for tea, and I came down the stairs wearing some lira shorts and a t-shirt, exposing my long tanned and muscular legs, with my long hair damp from the shower and a fresh feminine scent that filled the house with tenderness. I fell on the fish and chips, that Dad had bought from the local shop and devoured them, relishing every mouthful. "Yanks don't know how to cook proper fish and chips Dad, not like these ones!"

"Okay then Dad now where are we going for our run now to work that lot off?" I said,

"Eh?" he looked at me in a puzzled look.

"Run, you know one foot in front of the other at a rapid pace?" I told him,

"I hear your words but fail to grasp the meaning. Are you implying exercise here oh product of my youthful indiscretions?"

He sat back on the couch and found the TV remote control. I came over and sat beside him, grabbing his arm and snuggling under it like I did when I was younger. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. "This is how it should be." I said after a while of watching nothing in particular on TV.

"How's that?" he said puzzled,

"You and me Daddy just like this. Cuddled up and happy." I said,

"You bet my baby, just you and me." He put both arms around me and I snuggled tighter against him, head on his shoulder, feet entwined with his. It was wonderful to be there with my dad, my loveable father, who I had always loved, and now adored, curled up safe and snug in his arms. He must have heard the change of my breathing as I drifted off to sleep, safe in my Daddy's arms. 

"Hey sleepy head you should get to bed – you'll get stiff neck here." He said to me softly. I mumbled something and opened my eyes dreamily.

"Can we snuggle on the couch like the old days Daddy? I don't want to go to bed just yet." I said in a sleepy voice.

"Okay then – let's just get a bit more comfortable then." He disentangled himself from me and we shifted around so he was now laying full length on the couch, and I lay down with my back to him, and his arms around me like spoons. 

"I'm going to need a wider couch I think, you've gown a bit since last we did this." He said. "With your big arse now it's a wonder you can fit on the couch at all."

He got my elbow in the ribs and a kick on the shin for that remark. I did a little wriggle with my lovely bottom back more firmly against him though so it was worth it! Listening to me breathing and watching the TV, I felt my eyes growing heavier and started dropping off to sleep.

I was sound asleep in Dad's arms. Then I felt a hand cupped my bra less breast, I stirred in my sleep and I rolled over a little which trapped his hand, cupping my breast, fully.

"Sweetheart can I have my arm back please?" He gently shook me to wake me up. With a mumble and a yawn I rolled back over, dragging my breast out of his hand. 

"What is up?" I mumbled, looking up at him with a sleepy smile that was oh so sexy.

"You had kidnapped my arm and I needed it back so I could visit the little boy's room," he said.

"Okay but hurry back." I murmured and he climbed over me and off the couch. Returning from the bathroom, he was greeted by me holding my arms up at him. "Carry me Daddy." 

"Where to?" 

"Carry me to my bed please Daddy." 

"Um I'll try but you are a bit bigger than last time." I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up. She smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

"I missed this." I snuggled up to him. 

He pushed open my bedroom door with his foot and carried me over to my bed. With a creaking back he lowered me onto the bed and tried to release me but I wriggled and pulled him, and suddenly he was on the bed with me being tickled just like he used to tickle me. "REVENGE" I squealed as I attacked him with my wickedly wriggling fingers until we both collapsed laughing.

I snuggled up to him, both of us lying on my bed. I suddenly became aware of a tension in the room and my mouth went dry. "I'd better go and leave you to your beauty sleep then," he said and moved to get up. I pulled him back and clung to him fiercely. He held me, closing his eyes and feeling my heart beating and I pressing my body against my dad again. I looked into his face, my eyes two deep dark pools of love and longing. 

"Oh my darling baby." he breathed, stroking my face and gazing into my eyes. As his fingers touched my lips, as I pouted, kissed them and then leaned toward him so our lips met in the softest of sensuous kisses. My own heart was pounding now as I moistened my lips and he knew he had to kiss me again...

"Daddy..." I breathed as our lips met again, his arms around me, my legs entwined with his, my groin pressed tightly against his thigh. My lips parted as we kissed and he felt the moist touch of my tongue and opened my mouth to mine. Suddenly our tongues were entwined and his hands were inside my t-shirt, stroking my bare back and pulling my crotch against his thigh. I ground myself against his; one of his hands was on the back of my head the other hand reaching down between us to lift off my t-shirt.

"Oh god babe." He gasped as we broke our embrace; I sat up and with one swift movement pulled the t-shirt over my head to reveal my beautiful bare breasts. I leaned over my Dad and he reached up to cup my breasts with his hands as our mouths met in another passionate no holds barred kiss. My warm smooth skin in his hands, my erect nipples digging into his palms, it was heavenly. I broke the kiss, moving myself up, positioning my breasts in front of his face.

"Daddy... please..." He breathed as he caressed my glorious mounds and guided one of my nipples to his mouth. He touched the tip of my nipple with his tongue, which brought a moan of pleasure from me and then began to circle the nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips to hear me cry for pleasure. 

"Daddy!" I gasped, pulling his hands away from my breasts to my shorts to help me pull them down. He dragged them down over my thighs as he pushed me over onto my back and tossing the shorts into the corner – his daughter was naked before him. 

"Oh god." He said, as he gazed at my aroused naked body – there between the upper folds of her pussy a glint of a gold ring. He spread my legs and moved down my torso, planting kisses in a trail from my breasts, over my ribcage to my taut belly. "Baby are you sure you want this?" he asked, realising that he wasn't going to stop.

"Oh Daddy, yes please Daddy, I love you and I want you so badly..." I gasped. His kisses reached the top of my thighs and he moved into position. He kissed my inner thighs bringing gasps of pleasure from me – my hands were struggling with his trousers, so he paused for a second and stood up to pull his shirt, trousers and underwear off, so that he stood now, naked by his daughter's bed, his cock standing rigidly proud. 

"Daddy, I want to suck your cock!" He groaned at my words and stepped back from the bed as I sank to my knees, naked before me. Looking up at him, I stroked his thighs, licked my lips and guided his hard cock to them. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I kissed the swollen tip, and ran my tongue around the head then sensually slipped it into my mouth and slid my lips down the shaft of my father's cock, sucking him into my mouth. He moaned, and knew he would not stand much of this but didn't want me to stop.

"Baby yes oh god yes that's so good." He babbled as I cupped his balls and sucked his cock, my tongue dancing a magic waltz. "Oh God!" he cried as he could feel a surge of an orgasm begin. My fingers were pumping the shaft of his cock that was not in my mouth and my head bobbed as I sucked him, bringing him to the edge suddenly releasing a stream of hot cum into my mouth. 

He cried out in ultimate pleasure as he spurted cum into my hot greedy mouth. I could feel legs trembling, and he had to lean forward on to the bed to stop himself collapsing. I moved with him, keeping his cock in my mouth as I sucked out the last remaining drops of cum. I licked my lips and smiled at him.

"Delicious Daddy!" I said, standing up and putting my arms around his neck and began kissing him. My tongue slipped into his mouth and he must have realised there was still some of his cum on my mouth, and I was passing it into his mouth. 

"I'm sorry babe," he said as we broke the kiss and sat on the bed. "This isn't what I intended at all for your 1st day in England!"

"Well, its just about the fucking best I could think of Daddy!" I kissed him and pulled him back onto the bed. He reached for me and stroked the warm smooth skin. Lying side by side facing each other, his hand began to explore my body, as he gazed into my face, his fingers caressing my bare skin, gently parting my legs and bringing from me, a soft gasp as the tips of his fingers lightly brushed over my pussy, moving onward and not lingering. I bit my lower lip the second time, as his fingers lightly stroked my pussy and lingered for a while, exploring the soft wetness and discovering the hard metal ring buried in her flesh. 

"When did you get the piercing?" he breathed.

"Last year, Mum let me get it done for my 18th birthday... she took me to the girl who did hers..." I whimpered sensually as Dad lightly flicked the ring though my clit-hood.

"Do you like being constantly horny then?"

"It brings out the real me Daddy – I'm a slut who loves to fuck and lick pussy and Mummy showed me that the ring lets be become what is within me, just like it did her." He cupped my pussy with his hand, making me gasp and lean towards him, my breasts stroking his chest and my lips brushing mine.

"This belongs to me now doesn't it?" he kissed me, maintaining eye contact all the time. I nodded my head and with a voice breaking with emotion and arousal replied

"Yes Daddy I'm yours now, oh god I want you Daddy, I want to belong to you totally!" I whimpered.

He kissed me, my tongue burrowing into his mouth again my naked body writhing against his. I could feel the wetness of my pussy pressed against his thigh and my wonderful breasts against his chest. Dad's cock was swelling again, stirred into action by the beautiful girl so willing to surrender herself to him, the beautiful girl who he had been in love with all my life.

He began to kiss my neck and trailed the kisses down my body again, over my exquisite breasts, taut and delicious belly and now to the core of my pleasure where he could finally view the gold ring that turned his daughter into a slut with its constant pleasure and stimulation. He kissed my flesh, moist and sweet, opening and exploring with his fingers and tongue, bringing gasps and cries of pleasure from his darling daughter, my hands grasping mine fingers entwined as the pleasure swept through my writhing naked body.

"DADDY!!!" I screamed as my pleasure crested and I soared down the wave of my orgasm, my legs trembling and my body writhing as my orgasm swept me away, leaving me gasping and trembling, whimpering "Daddy, Daddy Daddy..." He moved to my side and I once more clung to him, my mouth locked to his in a wonderful kiss of utter pleasure. "Oh god Daddy that was wonderful! I didn't know that you could lick pussy like that?" I sighed contentedly in his arms.

"Your Mother is one of the great mysteries of the world my darling. I'm just thankful that you were the best thing that we ever did!" He kissed me again.

"I want to be fucked Daddy are you going to fuck me or keep taking about Mum? A girl could get jealous you know..." I grinned wickedly at him, my eyes dancing with beautiful adoration. Just looking at me, I could imagine that Dad's heart was going to explode with love for his beautiful daughter. Kissing me again and slipping his tongue into my mouth he moved his hands to my breasts, caressing and stroking, making me sigh.

"I want these to be on display from now on my darling – they are so beautiful you should show them off!" He said excitedly. 

"I do Daddy, I love showing them off." I moaned and arched my back to trust my breasts up to his hands. 

He kissed them and rolled me onto her back, parting my lags with his. "I'm on the pill Daddy so you can cum inside me – oh god I want you to cum inside me!" I breathed. I kissed him again.

"I love you so much baby, I can't believe this is happening..." He stroked his hands down my inner thighs, making me whimper again and lift my pelvis up, offering myself to his cock. 




Homecoming Ch. 02



"Baby I'm going to fuck you now..." He moved forward and guided his cock towards my warm wetness, stroking the tip up and down my wet lips making me gasp again, teasing me with the pleasure until I could stand it no more...

"PLEASE Daddy, PLEASE!" I begged, arching my back and trying to push myself onto his cock. Positioning his body, he leaned forward and slipped his warm, throbbing member into my hot tight pussy, groaning as he entered. I cried out "YES" and pushed myself up onto him, wrapping my legs around him. He ploughed deep into my body, until we were face to face again, we could kiss again. 

" I Love you Dad..." I panted, as he began to fuck me with strong slow strokes, gradually building up tempo so that my gasping became ragged cries of pleasure. Harder and harder he rammed into me, my small body shaking with each thrust. My head began to turn from side to side and my legs pumped in the air as he began to thrust my torso back at him in time to swallow his cock deeper and deeper. A soft keening began deep in my throat, rising to a continuous wail as I grabbed his buttocks and urged him ever deeper inside me. 

"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK me, FUUUCCKKKKK MEEEE!!!" I screamed, beating my small fists on his chest and kicking his buttocks with my heels. Orgasm after orgasm wracked my writhing body as I shook on top of him, impaled on his huge pistoling cock. 

I could tell that the pressure in his balls grew as he watched me pinch and pull my jutting, pink nipples in a frenzy of lust. I was totally delirious now. My whole world centred on only one thing - my father's thick ramming cock that felt as if it was growing and growing and growing. Which it was - the pressure built up and up and up until, with a roaring bellow, my father's penis jerked spasmodically and a flood of cum shot deep inside my belly like a repeating machine gun. Jet after jet came flooding in to fill my cunt. I was driven to an intensity of orgasm I didn't know could be possible. All that mattered in the world was this pulsing, delicious feeling as the overwhelming flood of slippery cum forced itself down my tube past the close fitting shaft of my father, making my cunt feel looser and bigger than she ever dreamed as the friction disappeared and I felt the warm wetness cascade over my clenching buttocks

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum again daddy! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum again daddy!" I screamed at the top of lungs while his cock was still in my pussy causing me to cum yet again. This time I came so much that his cum started to pour our of my pussy. Cum was everywhere. 

My cries of pleasure worked their magical spell on him, and he found himself getting closer and closer holding on to me as we rode, the wave together locked in a passionate embrace that would unite us. I cried his name and he could obviously feel my body convulse, and then he was orgasming too, crushing me to him, our mouths locked together in a passionate, orgasmic kiss. 

"This wasn't I hadn't planned on, being your day here!" he said, panting.

"Tonight was so great daddy." With that, Dad slipped off me and lay beside me on the bed and we drifted off to sleep.



Homecoming Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Tomorrow's Path

I will never for the life of me understand the simple pleasure a woman finds in shopping. Or the seemingly unnecessary consideration of such trivial things as price or practicality. That morning, we went shopping with Mary's credit card, and aside from valiantly attempting to hide my shock at the prices she paid, I was fairly preoccupied with the knowledge that I now knew what a Ken doll felt like.

I was dressed, undressed and redressed so quickly that I barely had time to understand that I wasn't meant to be comfortable. I tried to tell Mary that I was perfectly content to... do whatever she wanted. It only took one look, and I was fully aware that this wasn't open for discussion. Mary was going to buy me some clothes. So, I was Ken for the morning.

When we finally got back to her place, it was almost noon, and Mary sighed as the door closed behind us. "God, I wish we'd had more time. It was all so rushed. I barely even got you anything decent." I smiled to myself, and put my arms around her shoulders, hugging her to me.

"You are something decent. And that's all I want." She melted against me, her smile warm and happy. Her skin darkened in a blush that took my breath away and she reached up to pull my head down beside hers. She twisted and kissed me tenderly, and I smiled against her. My hands slid down her body and she turned in my arms. 

Her hands worked carefully against the buttons of the only shirt she could find that fitted me, and my pants fell to the ground. Her jeans slid off her with frustrating difficulty, I would have complained at their tightness if they hadn't looked so damned good as her second skin.

I was savouring the taste of her skin on my tongue when the phone rang again, and Mary sighed. I ignored it, and continued mouthing her tanned silk as Mary answered it. "Hmmm?" I grinned against her shoulder as her distracted voice continued to vaguely answer questions. "Okay, this afternoon." She hung up without saying goodbye, and then her arms were around me again.

I lifted her up onto the kitchen bench, and unclipped her bra behind her. Her legs were around my waist, tightly squeezing me against her body. A wicked, almost devilish smile crossed her face, and she began to arch herself against me as she leant back onto the bench.

I moaned against her ribs, feeling the bones beneath her skin as I ran my teeth over her. Mary shivered as my cock thickened on the inside of thigh. My lover laughed softly to herself as she pulled me further up her body, my teeth gliding over her skin, and my tongue darting out to lick at her. 

The shirt she'd been wearing parted like white curtains as my hands slid up to her breasts. The lace encased mounds beckoned me, and Mary arched an eyebrow as I grinned, my mouth never leaving her flesh. My teeth scraped over her nipple, which hardened when I blew on it softly. 

Mary was mouthing my name as my hands grasped her firmly and pulled her down towards my cock. Her auburn hair framed her soft face as she twisted and pulled her head from side to side as her eyes locked onto mine. "I need you inside me, Alec."

My cock began to slide inside of her slowly, and those spellbinding eyes closed slowly. She pulled one of my hands up from her hips and pushed it onto the mound between her legs. 

My palm pushed down and along the line of her slit, and I felt her clitoris press up against my palm. Mary surged up towards me and shook, her body tense around me. I gasped as she squeezed me, then pulled my hand up and licked it. I pushed down onto her again as I continued to thrust, and her eyes fluttered as she smiled.

I pushed down gently as I thrust in, and Mary's mouth opened and she moaned again as I watched her. I drove into her tight, wet heat, and ground my teeth as she arched upwards into my thrusts. 

Her arms were out wide, and I could see the muscles rippling along her belly as she tensed up again and again at my thrusts. My rhythm began to speed up as I began to lose control in her heat, and Mary's smile broadened, then faded as her breath came faster.

I leant over her and kissed her, arching my hips into her as I did. I kissed at her open mouth, and her arms circled around me, pulling me up slightly as I arched into her. My thrusts came faster and faster, and Mary's leg whipped around behind my ass and pushed me in further. 

My own breath was ragged and dry in my throat as Mary bit her teeth and opened her eyes sharply. Her mouth opened, and she gave a long, drawn-out moan, that drove me over the edge. 

I drove my cock into her again and again, and she shook against me and I felt wetness between us. My cock burst seconds later inside of her, and I slumped down onto her as her arms held me tight. Mary and I caught out breath together, and I went to pick her up, but she clung to me and shook her head.

"I love having you in me like this. On top of me and inside me." I smiled against her, and held her there until the phone rang again. I picked it up and offered it to her, then slowly drew out of her. Mary gave a low moan and cleared her throat.

"Hello?" Her voice was distant, and for some reason, I began to laugh. She glared at me, then blushed. She held the phone out to me. "It's your Mum." I coughed and grinned at her as I took the phone. 

"Uh, hey Mum. What's up?" Mary hopped off the bench and shook her hair out, then headed off to the bathroom. 

"Those two lawyers are back. It must be fairly urgent, sweetheart, otherwise they wouldn't bother us so much. I'm inviting them in for coffee, can you make it up in the next hour or so?" I looked back down the hall, to where Mary was testing the temperature of the water. 

"Sure, I can make it. I don't know if Mary has to work, but if not, she probably wouldn't mind seeing Nicole. Oh, it's Thursday, has she got school?" Mum laughed as I stepped quietly down the hall, and put my arm around Mary's bare waist. 

She leant in to me and smiled. "No," Mum answered into my ear as I distractedly held Mary close. "She's got a study week this week. She'll be here. So see you shortly?" I agreed and hung up.

Mary arched up onto her tiptoes and kissed me tenderly, then lifted her foot off the ground. I laughed again, and the foot went back down. "What is that, exactly?" 

She ducked under the shower, and held up the sponge and some body wash lotion. I poured some on, and began to scrub her back for her as I closed the door behind us. It was cramped, but definitely nice. Mary's eyes closed as she leant in towards me a little bit, letting the water wash over us both.

"It's basically like a woman's pleasure reflex. It is for me, anyway." My response was purely male to the max.

"Like a dog's foot banging the ground when you scratch it's ears?" Mary turned around, and I looked at her innocently. 

"More like a cat purring when she's happy." Her tone was sharp, and I couldn't stop the cheeky smile. Her dark eyes narrowed at me, but her lips were fighting the smile. I put my arms around her shoulders, and held her against me.

After a moment, she gave a huge sigh. "You know, that was one of the things I missed most about you when you were...away. You always gave the best hugs." I enfolded her in my arms, and felt her sniff. I looked down, and she was crying.

I felt bad, and good, and just happy to be with her. I held her while the crying slowed, and then she kissed me once, fiercely. "Don't you ever fucking leave, ever again." I nodded slowly and kissed her again.

**********

The two lawyers sat at Mum's table, sipping coffees and chatting like old friends. They introduced themselves to me as John and Jeff Faymore and Mary introduced herself then gone to see her sister. Jeff watched her leave, then coughed uncomfortably when John elbowed him. They turned back to my evil grin. 

"Uh, well, Mr Kane, we're legal associates for a Mister Franklin Marsh. We're acting out his last recorded wishes, and handing the bulk of his assets to you." I frowned, and sat down in a chair. Jeff took an envelope out of his pocket and held it out to me, but I just stared at him. I didn't know that Frankie had anything to give, let alone that he'd give it to me. 

Mum leant forwards and held out her hand, and Jeff gave the letter to her. She read it over and looked up, quizzically. "Mr. Faymore, exactly how much are we talking?" Jeff looked at John, who gave a small smile.

"Conservative estimation, including all of his assets, and bank accounts, ooh, I'd say around, oh, I don't know..." The small smile widened. "43-44." My eyes widened. 

"Wow. How the hell did that old bastard manage to still have forty-odd grand stashed away? He'd been inside for over ten years when I met him." John shook his head. 

"I don't think you understand me, Alec. Frankie was something of a wealthy man. His asset portfolio is about the size of a telephone book. He's got offshore accounts that cannot be frozen, regardless of incarceration. His net worth is somewhere in the ballpark of forty-three to forty-four million dollars."

Mum coughed and my mouth was open. I head the noise in the lounge room stop, and I'm pretty sure Mary and Nicole's conversation was interrupted because the house went dead silent. "Fuck me!" Mum Mumbled. Then her hand went to her mouth, and she blinked. "Pardon." 

I shook myself out of it and looked at Mary, who was standing wide-eyed and disbelieving in the doorway of the lounge. "Uh...ah...well. His asset portfolio? Hate to be all yokel, but what's that, exactly? I mean, I can guess, but..." John shrugged. 

"Where do you want to start? He owns a bar and grill in Brooklyn, a steak house in Vancouver and a marina in Johannesburg. He owns apartments in Switzerland, France and New York. He's got three houses that he rents out in Frisco, and his own house in Aspen. Now they're yours."

Jeff smiled as John finished, and began to chuckle. "That's not all, either. There's his offshore accounts to consider. Although we can't be completely certain as to the exact numbers involved, last recorded account balance we received before Frankie went away was six hundred and forty seven thousand dollars. That's before interest."

I shook their hands and said goodbye numbly. My mind was moving so fast, I felt like that time in prison when I got Mary's letter. That night, I lay awake on my old bed. I could feel Mary's breath brushing against my neck, and every now and again, she snuggled in closer to me. 

The room was faintly lit by a streetlight outside, and a thin sliver of yellow light cut across the room. I looked around at all the changes Nicole had wrought on my room, and smiled to myself. In my arms, Mary fretted in her sleep.

I turned my head to the side and kissed her hair, and she sighed. I looked back up at the ceiling. I could see the faint pale green of the glow in the dark stickers that I'd plastered to my roof over my childhood. The walls were strangers, now, with new posters of boy bands and actors. 

They used to be covered with pictures of movies like Reservoir Dogs, Predator, Alien, and girls like Sigourney Weaver and Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, and Kylie Minogue. I frowned at a picture of Brad Pitt smirking at me from the back of my door. 

I took a deep breath and sighed, then got out of bed slowly, careful not to wake Mary. I pulled my jeans up over my boxers. I stepped out onto the cold floor and felt that strange timeless wonder as I tiptoed out into the kitchen. I felt like I was nine again, sneaking out to snatch a midnight Tim-Tam or Choc-Mint Cream.

I sighed as I walked out the front door and down towards the river. The moon was really bright, and it gave the river a frigid, blue glow. I sat down on a large rock, and my hands spread out over the lingering warmth still in the depth of the stone. There was a scent in the air, and I looked up as Mary sat down beside me. She pulled the thin warmth of my shirt around her shoulders, and leant against me.

I didn't speak, and neither did she, for a time. "Weird being back home?" I nodded, and put my arm around her shoulders, and she ducked under and nestled in closer. 

"Can't quite get past Brad Pitt watching us in bed?" I laughed at that, and she laid her head down onto my shoulder. I leant in and put my cheek to her hair as she took a deep breath.

"What was it like? Prison." I knew she'd ask that sooner or later, but somehow, I still wasn't really prepared for it. I looked down at our feet for a moment. Mary looked forwards, probably expecting me not to answer.

"It wasn't as bad as it could have been. Frankie's friendship kept me alive. And now I don't know how I could ever thank him." Mary's arms wormed around my waist, and her breath was warm across my cool chest as we laid down on the rock.

"I don't know about how it is with other people, but being in prison for me was almost like time stopped. It was just the endless, numbing sameness, over and over. If you don't have much to do with the outside walls, then what you do have is petrified. That's why you became the centre of my world, I guess. You're the one thing that made me feel like I was free."

Mary nestled into my arms. "Do you know the first time I fell in love with you?" 

I took a deep breath, and tried to force some levity. "When I licked my fingers without moving my arm?" She slapped me lightly on the chest, then grew still.

"It was that night that my father... that he... I lost you. Before everything happened, you reached out to me and tried to comfort me and I flinched. I fell in love with you then, because you wanted so bad to touch me, and you didn't hold it against me that I couldn't let you in right then. I think that night is when I fell for you."

I scoffed, and then cleared my throat. "It took you that long? I think I was in love with you when we sat next to each other in kindergarten." She laughed softly, and raised her head against my chest. The cool night air filled with the scent of her hair, and my arms tightened around her.

"Whatever happened to that guy who asked you out at the bar?" Mary ducked her head down, and a smile crossed her face.

"There wasn't any guy, was there?" She shook her head, and her hands began to move over my chest.

"I just wanted you to think that I had moved on and wasn't waiting for my knight in shining armour anymore, because I thought that you needed that." I eased her chin up with my hand and kissed at her face softly. She melted against me, and her breath started to speed up as I rolled over and pulled her underneath me gently.

"Oh yeah?" I breathed out as my lips opened to take in the skin of her neck and lips. "So how's that workin' out for you?" Mary moaned softly and arched herself up into my bodyline. 

"Horribly..." she murmured into my ear as she bit her lip and moaned softly. I grinned again as I felt her nails scrape lightly across the back of my shoulders, and then her leg curled around me, and she rolled over. I was underneath her, and my boxers tightly constricted my cock beneath her.

Mary eased her hands down her body, watching my face as the moonlight lit the hunger in my eyes. She bit her lower lip as her fingers spread over her body, then slid down. As they lowered down, I lifted her up off the rocks with my hips, thrusting up towards her.

My cock was begging for release as Mary pressed her hands against me, and then slowly, almost teasingly, slid the zip down. I was grunting with frustration as her fingers closed around my cock over the silk of my boxers.

Mary was still holding her lower lip between her teeth, and I moaned softly as she eased my cock up out of my opened jeans. She began to rub the head against the soft tuft of pubic hair between her legs, where she moved her lacy panties aside. 

She rose up on her knees and reached behind her to guide my cock inside of her. I sighed as I slid inside of her, and Mary's mouth opened soundlessly as she sat down onto my meat. We held that pose for a heartbeat, then Mary rotated her hips forwards. I moved deep inside of her, and we both gasped.

Mary's head tilted to the side, and she rocked her hips back and forth over mine. I could feel my cock sliding up and down inside of her, being squeezed tightly. Her eyes opened dreamily, and she gave me a small smile as she moved her hips back and forth. 

My grunts sped up, and Mary leant forwards, still moving her hips over the length of my cock. I could feel her breath even through my panting lips, and I moved up to kiss her, but she moved her head back up, out of the way. I arched up, needing to kiss her, but she leant further back, as her hips rocked down hard onto me again.

I groaned and tensed, my hands sliding over her hips and thighs to feel the silk of her skin. I could feel the pressure of my cum building up inside my balls, and arched my hips up, lifting Mary off her knees for a moment. 

Her hips sped up as I tossed my head from side to side, my movements more frantic as her heat and wetness began to get to me. My breath was hoarse in my throat, and my abbs were shining with sweat in the moonlight. 

Mary was grinning above me, as she ground her hips down. I pushed my hand forwards and my fingers slid inside of her. Mary's head arched back, and I pushed my middle finger inside of her and rubbed against her, curling my finger back as I thrust my cock inside of her.

Mary gasped and began to shake. I felt her squeeze me tightly, but I couldn't stop myself, and I gave a strangled yell and came. I could feel my cock bursting my cum up inside of her, and Mary collapsed on top of me. Her hair covered her face as her forehead leant against my sweaty chest, and she gave me a wan grin.

There was a rustle of leaves from the trees around the creek, and the wind came across the restless waters, chilling us. Mary looked back at the water, and then smiled at me. "Coming?" I stared past her.

"You must be joking." Mary leant up and kissed me, her hands cupping my cheeks. 

"I'm not sleeping in my sister's bed like this, sweetheart." I grabbed her and lifted her up, carrying her down towards the stream. 

"I must be crazy." I Mumbled. The water was freezing, and I gritted my teeth and shivered. Mary laughed softly, then squeaked when I set her down bum first into the freezing water. We splashed around for a few minutes, washing ourselves down, then pulled what little clothing we had back on.

We tiptoed back into the house, and slid beneath the covers, which had gone cold. Mary snuggled into my arms, and we started to warm up. I finally drifted off to sleep like that, and Mary breathed against me all night.

3 Weeks Later

I thumped my shoulder into the door, which gave way grudgingly. I grinned at the people behind me as I heard a rustle and a strange, echoing creak. Dad was smiling and looking pointedly around us at the amazing snowscape. Frankie's Sanctuary was nestled into a small plateau on a snow-covered mountain. Trees and ice and a light wind surrounded us.

Mum was laughing softly, and Nicole's shivering face broke into a grin as an overhang of snow slumped down onto my shoulders and down my neck. Dad looked around and shook his head. Nicole was bundled up as much as humanly possible, with only a shining new snowboard in her arms. 

Mary stepped forwards and shook her head as I kissed her ruefully. The sun was a bright white light against the dark clouds, and Dad went to drop their stuff in the bedrooms. I looked around and made my way to the bottom of the stairs, looking for the door to the basement. After a moment, I found it, and ducked downstairs. 

Mary followed me down as I searched for the generator, and held the torch up while I topped up the fuel and lit the furnace. I was a bit worried about a furnace in the middle of a wooden cabin, but assumed that Frankie knew what he was doing. The furnace looked well used, and the cabin was still standing, so I guessed that it would be fine.




Homecoming Ch. 02



Mary hugged me as the gas roared in the furnace. We made our way up the stairs. It had been a long trip, but well worth it. Aspen was amazing, beautiful. Dad's heavy footsteps thudded into the wood above our heads as he came down the stairs with Nicole in tow. 

"Looks like your friend wasn't used to much company, sport. There's only two bedrooms upstairs. Who's on the couch in the lounge room?" Mary laughed. 

"Place of honour, right in front of the fire? Gee, let go of my arm, we'll manage." I shrugged. 

"Fine by me. You snore anyway." Dad echoed my shrug with one of his own.

"Sign of a hard-working man." Mum snorted from the kitchen, and Nicole moved past us to head outside.

"Hey!" Mary shouted. "Wait up!" She grabbed her own board and stopped at the doorway to give me a kiss. "See you later, hon." I grinned and Dad gave me a thump on the arm. 

"Come on, mate. I'll help you set up."

That night, everything was perfect. Dinner was amazing, and Dad and I cleaned up as the girls all sat by the fire, sipping port. Nicole reached for the glass, and Mary took it off her. Her sister pouted, and then giggled and came into the kitchen to grab a hot chocolate. 

I put the wet tea-towel beside the oven to dry and turned around, just in time to cop a stinging pinch as the tea-towel whipped into my behind. I yelped in pain and surprise, and Nicole laughed. I rose an eyebrow at her and then smiled calmly. She tensed, but I didn't do anything.

"Remember, you started that." I reached into the back of the cupboard and pulled out the marshmallows. "Guess whose going without? Hmm?" Nicole whined in her best pleading tone, and Mary and Mum laughed. 

"That's not fair!" I laughed and nodded. 

"You're right. I could have just put you in bed." Nicole scoffed and moved past me. I leant over and grabbed the tea towel, and flicked it, catching her just on the small of her back. There was a resounding crack as she screamed, and held up her hands.

"Oh come on, sweetheart, like I was really going to deny you marshmallows." Nicole rubbed her back and looked to her sister for help, but Mary was too busy laughing. 

After a few hours by the fire, Dad stretched and looked at Mum. "About time to retire, sweetheart?" Mum nodded and covered a yawn. She looked over at Nicole, who was almost passed out in the couch. 

She looked at me pleadingly, and I smiled, not being dumb enough to say no to Mum. I picked Nicole up, who started sleepily then began to snore softly. I smiled at Mary as I carried her sister up the stairs. 

I opened Nic's door and pushed through it, and laid her down on the bed. When I shut the door behind her, Mum was waiting in the hallway with Dad. He handed me a black bag with a small box in it. Dad and Mum smiled at one another as I took the box out of the bag. I took a deep breath, and Mum squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. 

Mary called softly from downstairs, and Mum and Dad smiled at me and closed their door. I stepped down the warm wooden stairs, and smiled. Mary's auburn hair looked warm in the dying firelight, and I kissed her softly. "It's getting chilly, I ought to put some more wood on the fire."

Mary nodded, and closed her eyes, snuggling into the blanket on the couch. "Could you light some candles or something? It's just a little dark." I nodded. "Sure." 

I steeled myself as I handed Mary the dark blue box. It was tied together with a ribbon in a big bow and she looked sideways at me as I moved around the room, lighting candles and making myself busy while she opened it up. Problem was that Mary was just sitting there, waiting.

Mary watched me as I put some more wood on the fire, then sat back comfortably, feigning full confidence. She slowly drew the ribbon out, and it fell down to the ground. The box opened slowly in her hands, and she stared at the simple diamond ring in the centre of the dark velvet. Her hands were shaking, and I could see tears in her eyes.

"Mother Teresa once said that no-one can do great things, only small things with great love. This is only a small thing, Mary, but it is done with the greatest love possible. Will you marry me?" Her teary eyes rose to mine and her mouth worked soundlessly.

"I bought it the day before I came down to see you, but things happened so fast, that I never got the chance to ask you. It's not very big because I bought it with most of the money I had at the time. I'm not rushing into asking you to spend the rest of your life with me now because I can afford to do it, or because suddenly I'm rich."

"I'm asking you because I'm just that same little kid who loved you since I knew what that meant. That's why I didn't get another ring." Mary reached forwards and laid two fingers on my stammering lips.

"Yes." I pulled the ring out of the box and leant in and kissed her. She put her arms around me as I tried to snag her wrist and put the ring on, but she was kissing me, and everything was happening at once. 

"Yes I'll marry you."

The End.



Homecoming Ch. 02



It had been this guilt, gnawing away at his gut, that had motivated him to sneak back downstairs late that night and fix Lu a cold plate of chicken, homemade bread and a tall glass of tea—an attempt at a humble peace offering. The lie of the "peace offering" had given him the courage to face Lu in her bedroom. The well-worn stairs of the cavernous house carried the echo of each creaking step he took as he climbed his way up the staircase and headed in the direction of Lula's bedroom. 

He carefully knocked once lightly on the door and listened for permission to enter before awkwardly turning the brass knob that proffered entrance to Lula's sanctuary. The hinges of the door squealed painfully as Daniel pushed the door open with his shoulder, his hands otherwise occupied with his intended tribute. He hadn't stepped more than a few feet across the threshold into Lula's bedroom before he was assaulted by a wooden projectile in the form of a jewelry box. Lu wasn't going to accept his offering with grace.

"Lula, please...I...I'm trying to bring you something to eat...I want to apologize for..." Daniel wasn't allowed to finish before a hairbrush sailed by his left ear bouncing harmlessly off the wall.

"Goddammit, you're going to get us both pinched if you keep this up." Daniel strained through clenched teeth.

"Well, then let 'em all come. At least I won't be the only one catching the business end of a wooden cooking spoon," Lu retorted as she bent to pick up her comb to continue the assault.

Amazed that he hadn't dropped either the plate of food or the glass of tea, Daniel dodged the wooden comb, buying himself a brief respite that allowed him to set the food down on the floor before ducking away from Lula's prized baseball as it flew past his head—a skull-cracking instrument of revenge. Daniel knew he'd had it coming, but he didn't want to get Lu in anymore trouble than he'd already managed to buy her with his earlier betrayal. It was this desire that caused him to plead anew for sanity.

"For God's sake, Lulu, you can kill me tomorrow. I just wanted to get you something to eat and say I'm sorry. I know I have this coming but I just don't understand what came over me this afternoon," Daniel lied.

"Liar," Lula spat, calling him on his dishonesty. She didn't care if he was 6'3" or six thousand feet tall; she wasn't going to let him get away with his latest mistreatment of her. She had taken all she could take; and, even though she had caught a glimpse of the man he'd become while he was struggling to dismantle the tractor this morning, she was determined not to let his considerably imposing frame intimidate her into excusing his traitorous behavior.

Just the thought of the smug expression he must have had when he so gleefully "ratted" her out to her mother, drove her into a maniacal rage and fueled her courage to stand toe-to-toe with him and beat him to a pulp. If she couldn't throttle him with her bare hands, she'd at least get in a few good licks before she went down for the count. As she bent to pick up a bottle of cologne, her most precious possession on her dressing table, her onslaught was halted by Daniel's iron grip around her wrist.

"I said stop!" the young man mumbled through clenched teeth, his patience clearly stretched to its limits. He swallowed hard before continuing.

"I can't stop you from hating me. But I am not going to let you get yourself in trouble again or tear my head from my shoulders. It's not going to happen. End of story." 

These last words were delivered with a finality that startled her back into reality. He was right; she wasn't strong enough to stop him from overpowering her. Her revenge would have to be well-planned—taken with stealth. This tantrum was not the answer.

However, as the two adversaries danced in the uneasy silence of their newly formed truce, Lu had that overwhelming feeling that something was different between them. Whatever dark cloud had visited Daniel this afternoon on the path back to the house was back in this room with them, and they both shifted uneasily in the silence in an effort to avoid its shadow. 

The images were back. Daniel knew they would come. He knew it had been too soon to tempt the fates that lay in wait for him. Fool that he was, he hadn't heeded the alarms going off in his head. Instead he'd found a plausible reason to be standing in the middle of Lula's bedroom, with a growing arousal that would soon manifest itself physically if he didn't do something about it...soon. 

Lula stared into the steel gray eyes of her former best friend. These eyes were now darkened by something unrecognizable, something feral. The dark corners of her mind refused to register this new emotion she saw playing on Daniel's face, his angelic visage a mask of unknown threatening force. Was this lust? She'd refused to recognize it because it was a puzzle piece that wasn't supposed to fit in their relationship. This was not what she thought it was—it couldn't possibly be what she thought it was. Despite her refusal to believe the unthinkable, the irrefutable logic in her told her otherwise. This was exactly what it appeared to be. 

Danny wasn't looking at her with anger. This was desire—a desire that the child in her refused to acknowledge. 

The final recognition and acceptance of this reality felt like a sucker punch in the gut; Lula's heart skipped a beat in response to this emotional assault on her senses. Her breath hitched. She struggled to accept what her mind told her could not be true but was happening anyway. Tentacles of anxiety began tightening around her heart like an iron vice even as it struggled to burst from her chest.

"Daniel, what's happening here?" Lula fought to quell her hysteria in a small voice that betrayed her apprehension. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Daniel had been caught in the grips of an epic struggle to force his feelings for Lula back down into the dark place from whence it had come. His logic screamed the immorality of the visions in his mind that sung to him like Odysseus' sirens. His heart and body refused to be ignored; and, he had never been one to deny his own impetuous nature. He knew that this inevitable indulgence would be his undoing. He knew this as sure as he had known that the vision on Lula on the path would be the end of their sibling relationship. He needed to touch her, to be with her, to hold her and claim her as his own. He needed this and yet he knew to relent would be opening the gates to untold misery.

These were the thoughts that raced through Daniel Carven's mind as he bent to claim Lula's sweet mouth. Lula—the woman he had to live for; the woman whose face he had to hold in his hands again; the woman who would give him the will to endure anything, even a botched parachute drop into Ste-Mere-Eglise, France on June 6, 1944—D Day.