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Ian

By: petertowers



Although this story is placed in the incest category, it could very well have been entered with the mind control or science fiction stories. I often find it restricting to stick to one topic while I write, which is why my stories meander from one class to another at times. That said I hope you enjoy this tale, which given a man with Ian's powers is not altogether too implausible. Maybe he already exists!

Ian was reclined in his large padded leather chair idly regarding the magnificent view of the houses of Parliament from his personal office. As he relaxed he let his mind drift back over his life. Although he was only thirty, he was already chairman of the largest private bank in England. The reason for his position was simply that he could control anybody's mind, completely. From an early age he had always managed to get his own way. Being young had he never realized he had any special power. It was not 'till he was eleven and his parents were telling him that he had to go away to a boarding school that he found that by concentrating hard he was able to change their minds and let him go to a nearby day school. Later in bed he thought about what had happened, he fell asleep before to long, but in the morning at school he decided to try an experiment. 

The lesson that morning was maths and their teacher, Mr. Jones, was asking them fairly easy sums that they had to do in their heads. When he asked the boy on his left a question, Ian quickly 'planted' the wrong answer in the boy's mind. The boy immediately said it out loud. The whole class laughed as it had been quite a simple question and the answer and had been completely wrong. Ian was so surprised by what had happened that he didn't hear Mr. Jones asking him a question. As his teacher looked at him Ian felt the number flash into his mind and although he had missed the question he knew that it was the right answer. He told Mr Jones the number and his teacher replied that he was impressed, as he was sure that he hadn't heard the question. Next Ian tried to make Mr. Jones give out a curtain question. By concentrating hard he was able to dictate to the teacher exactly what he was to say. Also he became aware of feeling what Mr. Jones was feeling. Ian also knew that his teacher was completely unaware of what was happening.

From then on Ian practiced his newfound power whenever he could. At dinner times he would make the dinner ladies give him just what he wanted. The teachers never asked him a question he didn't know the answer to. At exams all he had to do was read the minds of his friends or the teacher who was in the room. By the end of the school year he was able to read the minds, and also control the actions of anyone, even when they were up to a mile away. Ian's life ran in a similar vein until he left collage.

The day after Ian's eighteenth birthday, he and his family went to a cottage on the south coast of England, near Exmouth. It was while on holiday, on a particularly hot afternoon that he first 'noticed' girls, or more precisely a young woman. He was sitting at the end of a quiet beach watching a woman of about twenty-two changing into a swimsuit, using a large towel. As he watched her towel dropped giving him a glimpse of her breasts. He felt his dick grow and he suddenly had an urge to see the woman completely naked. As she was on her own and there was no one else within at least two hundred yards, he 'told' the woman to stop what she was doing while he walked over to her. When he was in front of her he sat on the sand. Then he made her drop the towel so that he could see her. She still had on her knickers so he let her remove them. When she was naked, he 'told' her that she was used to him seeing her like that and they had known each other for years. She sat on the sand just in front of him and as they talked Ian studied her body.

She told him that her mother was coming to join her shortly, and when Ian saw her coming he went into her mind and left instructions for her. When she reached them both she greeted Ian like a long lost friend and proceeded to remove her clothes when she was also nude she sat down next to her daughter. Like her daughter she was slim with large breasts that had large hard nipples. Ian spent the next hour or so talking with them and asking them all about their bodies. Ian removed his shorts and as they chatted both women were watching his erection, the mother moved next to him and took his erection in her hand. As she held it in he reached out and felt her breasts, after only a few seconds he shot sperm all over her hand. 

The orgasm affected him so much that for a moment he lost his hold on the women's minds. When he recovered the young woman had wrapped her towel around her self and was looking at her mother who was just reaching for hers. Straight away he went into their minds again and they both relaxed. He asked them to tell him as much as they could about sex. He listened as they both told him as if it were a normal conversation. He learnt all they knew about sex, all the positions they knew and of which were their favourites. The mother said that hers was when she was on top. The daughter's was while she was on her back. They were both still talking in a normal way and by now Ian was hard again. He said that he would like to try sex with the daughter and her mother said that of course he could. Her daughter lay back onto the sand and with her mothers' help, Ian got his dick into her and did as they told him. Again he came after only a moment, but this time he was able to retain his hold on them both. The mother asked him if he had enjoyed it. He said that he had and that if he went hard again he would try her in her favourite position. She told him that he would go hard again in a moment especially if she helped. She asked him to lie back and she knelt by his side and held his soft dick in her hand. After playing gently with it she lowered her head and took it into her mouth, before long it was hard again, she asked him if he was ready before she swung one leg over him and lowered herself onto his dick. 

The mother slowly moved herself with her pendulous tits brushed his chest. She told him to kiss the nipples and then to bit them as well. While she rode him he saw a group of people approaching. He easily went into their minds to make them ignore what was happening. They settled nearby, laying out their towels and blankets. It was an extended family, with grandparents' parents and two teenage girls, as he watched them he wondered what it would be like to make them all strip. With this thought he came for the third time. The mother calmly told him that she had come as well, and Ian asked her what she meant. The two women then patiently explained what she meant.

When they had finished he turned to the family and sent instructions to all of them, to make them remove their clothes. When they were all undressed he wondered over to take a better look at them. They were all over weight and none of them were too attractive so he left them were they were. When another couple approached he decided to leave their minds alone and see what happened. He listened to their thoughts as they saw the two groups of naked people and after they had passed they stayed nearby and watched them. The man was asking the woman if she fancied going nude. When she agreed they both stood up and removed their clothes. Then they both ran down the beach to swim. By the end of the afternoon there were over forty nude people at their end of the beach. Ian left the couple he was with after asking where they lived and letting return to normal. He smiled as they looked around at all the nudists and realizing that they were nude as well. To his surprise neither bothered to covered themselves.

Later that night in bed Ian again got a hard-on. The mother had said she was staying nearby so he 'went' out to her mind. Five minutes later he was in the garden waiting for her. She walked up to him, dressed in a thin cotton nightdress. As she moved her large breasts moved freely under it. They kissed like lovers and Ian ran his hands all over her body. She sat on a table and Ian quickly penetrate her. Before long she moaned and whispered that she was coming. When she did Ian came as well. He sent her home, knowing that she would not remember their meeting. 

The next morning he watched his mother as they ate their breakfast. He went into her mind, something he had often done, but this time he wanted to find out what she thought about sex. To his surprise he found that she wanted sex far more than his father, and that she rarely 'came' when they did. She was always in a mild state of frustration. As he 'read' these thoughts he decided that he would change that later. To make sure that they would be on their own, Ian sent his father out fishing for the day. He spent the next half-hour trying to decide what he would do with his mother. In the end he decided that he would 'alter' her mind as little as necessary .

When they were alone he waited until his mother went to her room before going there as well. He walked in after knocking and lay on her bed. His mother was looking for something to wear; she had on only her bra and panties. As he lay on the bed the only thing he did to his mother, was relax her. When he had done that, she decided on what to wear. Watching his mother as she moved about the room Ian realised just how good her figure was.

Ian wanted to have sex with his mother but didn't want to resort to altering her mind. As he fought a battle in his mind he didn't realise that his erect dick had been noticed by his mother. The stronger part of his soul won the battle just as his mother settled beside him. In her relaxed state which was similar to being half drunk she had become highly aroused at the realisation that she was responsible for her sons problem. 

Ian picked up on her thoughts and knew that his mother had no objections to him removing his shorts, in fact she secretly longed to see his erection. As Ian lay beside his mother he slowly stroked himself. He fixed his eyes on his mother's body and easily imagined her naked beside him. His first orgasm of the day was the most powerful he'd ever had. The first glob of sperm shot over a foot into the air before it landed on his mothers arm. 

As Ian watched she licked the lump of goo from her wrist before scraping the rest up from her son's stomach with her finger to eat as well. The seductive display had Ian hard again in an instant. He knew that his mother was now highly aroused, it would be so easy to 'make' her submit to his whim but still he resisted. As a consolation to himself he allowed his mother to remove her dress. This she eagerly did and then went on to remove her underwear as well. Once she was also naked she too gave in to her inner desires and began to finger herself while Ian once more slowly jerked off. As he felt his own climax building he also 'listened' to his mothers. Before too long they both groaned and shuddered though their mutual orgasms. 

For a few moments after he had come Ian studied his mother inside and out. Her near perfect figure was as fine as any he'd ever seen and her mind was clear and uncluttered by bitterness and envy. This was more unusual than you would imagine. As his mother slowly climbed down from her plateau of tranquillity her modestly returned. She sat on the edge of the bed as she slipped the dress on once more.

When she was covered she also asked Ian to put his shorts back on, which he did. As they went down to the kitchen his mother slowly began to feel guilty about what had happened. As they drank a cup of coffee she tried to apologise to Ian for what had occurred. He quickly reassured her that it had been something they had both wanted to happen and that no one would ever know about. This brightened her mood considerably and before long they had decided to hit the beach for the day.

They had dinner on the beach and later as they lay sleepily together under a parasol, Ian decided to tell her about his power. 

At first she didn't believe him, telling him that he was imagining things. He asked her to watch the woman who was sunbathing in a bikini nearby. As she watched the woman reached behind her back and removed her top. 

"You do that?" his mother asked him. 

"Of course." Ian replied. "Now watch that man, the one walking towards us."

As he got near to them Ian made him go up to the lady and tell her to put her top back on. This she did without a word and went back to her sun bathing. His mother still didn't believe him completely. 

"OK then you ask me to do something to someone."

"All right do you see that posh looking woman, just in front of us?"

"Yes." he replied. 

"Make her come over to us." 

"Then what?" he asked. 

"How about making her show you her knickers, I bet you can't do that," she teased. 

He looked at his mother and with out even turning, he made the woman get up and walk straight to them. 

"Excuse me." she said in a polite voice, 

"Would you mind if I was to show you my knickers." 

"Not at all." Ian replied. 

The lady then lifted her skirt so that they both could clearly see her white cotton panties. 

"Thank you ever so much." she said and left. 

Ian's mother could not speak after the lady had gone. All she could do was watch as she walked back to her chair. Ian asked her if she believed him now. Of course she did. 

"Who else knows about this?"

" No one." He replied. 

His mother went quiet for a few minutes before asking, "Is that how you made be act like I did this morning?" 

"No, all I did this morning was relax you. You wanted it to happen as much as I did. What I haven't told you is that I can also read peoples minds. I read yours at the breakfast table and could see that you were unhappy...."

"Oh." Was all she could say. 

"Also I knew that the woman over there wanted to sunbathe topless but she didn't have the nerve to do it." 

They spent most of the afternoon sat on the beach talking together and 'playing' with the other people on the beach, they took it in turns to think of things to make them do. Later in the kitchen, still in their bathing costumes, Ian asked if he could kiss her. At first she wanted to, but a second later she held back, Ian felt her guilt rise up again. We mustn't, was all she said but by then Ian was in front of her with his hands on her hips looking her straight in her eyes. Why mustn't we he asked as he brushed his lips against hers. We just shouldn't you're my son, I'm your mother. Yes I know but you're also a woman, who happens to be very attractive. He brought his face near to hers again and this time his kiss was longer. The next time he even felt her lips open slightly. Ian noticed that her eyes were now closed and when her looked into her mind he saw she wanted him to continue. Their next kiss was a proper one she held his head in her hands and let her self enjoy it completely. After they broke away, Ian reached up to her shoulders and slid the straps of his mother's costume from them. He slid them down her arms and looked at her full breasts as they came into view. He looked into his mothers mind and saw that she had already relaxed and was enjoying his touch. After he had felt her breasts and made her nipples go hard he continued to remove her swimsuit. She even opened her legs to allow him to slide it down. 

When she was naked he stepped back to see her properly. She was he thought easily the most attractive woman he knew. Shall we have a shower she asked a moment later. They both went up stairs and into the shower together. It was while in there as they cleaned each other that she asked him if he had sent his father away this morning. He had, he told her, did she mind. No she said, it had been a wonderful day, just the two of them. All the time they had been in the shower Ian dick had been ridged. His mother had made him come as she cleaned him, but because he was young it had stayed hard. They finished their shower and dried each other. 

By the time they were both dry they were also in a highly arousal state. With out a word they retired to the main bedroom to lie in each others arms and continued to explore each others bodies. The natural conclusion to this actively came and went, with no words spoken.

When Ian's father returned they were eating their tea in the kitchen. He'd had a great day fishing and told them all about it. That evening as it was too hot to sleep Ian again went into the garden. This time he went into the mind of the young woman from yesterday. When she arrived he asked her remove her knickers, which was all she had on. He lay on the damp grass and had her sit on top of him. As she made love to him he held her large tits in his hands and pinched her erect nipples. When they had finished he sent her home, without her knickers. He watched her leave and as she went he heard a door open behind him. Without looking he knew it was his mother and knew also that she was naked as well.

"I wasn't your first was I?" She asked as she lay next to him on the damp grass. 

"No." he replied. "That woman and her mother were the first, I met them on the beach yesterday afternoon." 

"You mean that from yesterday's start, you've had sex four times with three women." 

"Six, the mother came here last night." he replied. She was a little shocked by his answer but then she realized that with his gift he could have any woman, at any time. 

"You must be careful Ian, if anyone found out what you're doing, you could get into terrible trouble." 

"No one will ever know what I'm doing, even if they did, I could easily make them forget." 

They both lay on the grass, naked and silent, holding hands and watching the shooting stars. When they both grew cold they went back into the kitchen. Ian's father was sat at the kitchen table, Ian quickly 'told' him not to notice they were naked. His mother was embarrassed, but soon realized what Ian had done, then she relaxed. After a cup of hot chocolate, they all went up to bed. 

That was the start of Ian's awakening, from then on, he and his mother made love wherever and whenever they wanted. That expression is often used but in this case it was completely true. Ian's powers grew and grew, before long he was able to hold whole crowds of people in his power. If he and his mother felt like getting down to it in the middle of Piccadilly Circus that is what they did. 

On most nights he would send his father to sleep in the lounge so that he and his mother could sleep together. Before long. Ian 'arranged' for his father's secretary her to fall for him big-time and they found happiness in each others arms. 

From the start he had known that his ability would make him rich; with his mothers help his wealth grew quickly. By the time he was twenty he was a multi-millionaire. Ian's gift meant that he could easily 'acquire' anything he wanted. At first he would get people to sell him and his mother things like cars and then houses at low prices and then sell them to other people who suddenly found that they just had to buy what Ian was selling. 

Ian and his mother soon moved into a luxury apartment in London. Here they lived as man and wife. Ian would still bring girls and women home, usually two or three a week. Some times his mother would join him with them. Some times he used his power to obtain a new girl. But by now that wasn't usually necessary. When Ian and his mother were out, Ian would listen to his mother's mind. When she saw a man or sometimes even a woman that she liked he would 'arrange' for them to meet. His mother often spent the night, or once even a whole week with them. When she came back to him she always thanked him for what he had done. Their life was one of nearly continuous pleasure.

When Ian was twenty-four he set up a bank in the city. With him in control it quickly grew, as they were able to acquire investors from just about anywhere. Whatever he touched made money and his mother was always at his side, his best friend, partner and favourite lover. 


Ian



She awoke with a start. She lifted her head to look around her. Disoriented, she realized she couldn't see and nearly panicked until she understood that she had a blindfold over her eyes. When she tried to move she realized her hands were bound somewhere above her head and her feet were bound to something below her. She couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't scream because of a gag in her mouth. What in the hell was going on? 

"Ah…I see you're awake," murmured a low voice.

She tried to struggle against her bonds, finding that it did no good other than to make her torturer chuckle. A hand caressed her naked breast, her nipples hardening. Despite her anger, she was becoming aroused. She stilled and groaned softly, as her bonds refused to let go and the stranger's hand traveled down her breast to her stomach, lingering lower, brushing against the hair surrounding her womanhood.

"There is no need to struggle, nor be afraid. I will not hurt you. I only desire you. I want to touch you as a woman ought to be touched, caress you until you burn with need, taste you until your very scent and taste is embedded in my memory."

As he talked, she recognized his voice as that of Ian, they had been best friends for several years now. His hands were caressing her shoulders, then moving to cup her breasts. She moaned in sensual excitement. His mouth covered one nipple, then lightly nipped at it as one hand covered the other breast, kneading it gently. A slow burn began in the region of her pussy. My God, she thought. I should be furious, yet here he is turning me into Jell-O with only a touch.

“Relax, my dear one. I'm going to pleasure you as you've never been pleasured before."

She groaned, hearing the truth of his words. They had often talked of sex and love, but she never dreamed that he desired her. Never realized he wanted her. And to take her in this way completed her fantasies that she had only recently divulged to him.  For she knew now what he had done. She could feel the wall against her back, her hands bound above her head and her feet bound so they could be flat on the floor, yet still bend her knees quite a bit. Because she could not see, she used her ears and her nose to try and locate where he was. She could just smell the scent that was his, so she knew he was near.

"I'm going to remove the gag, but I do not want you to speak, alright?" 

She nodded and sighed with relief when the gag was removed. She remained silent, waiting for his next move. She was not long in waiting. He took a hold of her hips and moved his hands from her hips upward to the sides of her breasts, stroking the pads of his thumbs against her already erect nipples. She shuddered when his warm, moist mouth covered her nipple, sucking gently. Whimpering as he pulled away, she cried out aloud when he dropped to his knees and pressed a finger slowly into her pussy. One finger was followed by two and the two was combined with a tongue licking her clit erotically. Her hips gyrated above his face as she moved herself toward orgasm. Without fully realizing what was happening her body stiffened suddenly and she cried out loudly as wave after wave of pleasure threatened to drown her. If her hands had not been bound and if Ian had not been there to support her, she would truly have fallen.

"Can you stand for a moment, darling?" 

She nodded, her legs felt like pudding and her breathing was so hard. She wanted to see him…to touch him. 

"Come. Sit down."

He had pulled a stool up for her to sit on. He released her hands and feet and helped her to sit down on the stool. As she began to sit, she realized something was there on the stool. She tried to resist sitting down, but Ian firmly, gently continued to push her down. She groaned as something hard and warm began to enter her pussy. God, but it filled her completely as she was lowered upon it. She shuddered, her entire body freezing in place once she was fully sitting on the thing. 

"It's a Sybian, darling," Ian laughed softly, "You know, the thing you always wanted to try?"

She could only moan, as the machine started moving on the slowest speed. Humming and vibrating inside her. Her hands clutched the sides of the machine. Ian approached her as she sat with there in wonder. She felt something at her mouth. It was his cock. Wet with precum it tasted so sweet as she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out to taste him. Her hands came up as her mouth opened and slowly sucked him in. The pleasant sensations in her body faded to a back burner as she began to pleasure him. He seemed to sense this as he turned up the machine and it began moving faster. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but she continued to suck him, one hand on his buttocks, urging him closer and the other on his cock, stroking in rhythm to her mouth. 

"Oh, honey," he whispered.

She groaned and the vibrations from her throat moved up his cock and made him feel ready to explode. The Sybian moved faster and faster, bringing her ever closer to her fulfillment. She ground her clit against the machine, moaning loudly. His hands were buried in her long hair, his head was thrown back as he released his hot cum to spill down her throat. She pulled away as he came and let his cum spill down her chest as she screamed out his name climaxing in ecstasy. Her body shuddered and trembled as she leaned forward once again to lick his softening cock free of his cum. He dropped to his knees and pulled her off the machine, she whimpered as the sybian's hard cock was pulled from her soaking pussy. They lay upon the floor their breathing hard and fast and kissed each other softly. He finally pulled the blindfold from her eyes and looked into her brown eyes, as she stared into his blue ones. Lying entwined upon the floor, they fell asleep.



Ian



How many times had I noticed him now? A shadowy figure, it had been a few weeks since I first saw him, and every time my eyes caught his form, he would vanish. It became a sort of game, to see if I could catch a glimpse, even wondering at some point if my mind and eyes played tricks, maybe my imagination had me thinking there was someone there. Someone dark and brooding. Someone just out of my eyesight. Once or twice, I had even followed up on a sighting, walking to the corner where I thought for sure a form watched, but there was never anyone there. Anyone that looked like the one I sought.

It seemed I noticed him the first time on a visit to my cousin, Sara. She was going through a really tough time, having witnessed the murder of her lover, and I stayed at her loft overnight. The next morning, she woke me up, telling me she had to report to work. Since it was a Saturday, I had the day off, and decided to use some of her workout equipment. I also did a bit of straightening up for her. Pez was a great cousin and a close friend, but not the neatest of creatures. A few times during the day. I got the feeling that someone was watching me, but never saw anyone. Maybe her loft was haunted, I thought, laughing to myself. I cooked her a casserole, leaving it in the fridge after it had cooled, with explicit directions for re-heating. Locking the door behind me, I left, heading back to my apartment across town. Again, out of the corner of my eye, I saw 'him', back in the shadows. Try as I might, I could barely make him out, and chuckled to myself. I'm losing it, I thought. After all Pez had been through, I could still dream up an imaginary man. Shaking my head, I walked the few blocks to the subway.

Weirdly enough, I thought I saw him again on the short ride home. I happened to look up, and in the next car, he watched me. I frowned, shaking my head, but when I looked back he was gone. 

He was tall. A bit over 6 feet I estimated, but in my imagination, he would be. I like tall men. I also like dark hair, sort of a 'bad boy' type, and if I was going to dream up a fantasy that turned up at the strangest times, wouldn't it be one that pleased me? The old 'tall, dark and handsome', albeit elusive, lover. Over the next few nights, I began dreaming of him. Dreaming of his arms circling me, his mouth tender, sometimes cruel, but always ending with soft kisses. More than one morning, I awoke feeling like a lover had stolen in on me in the dark, always wanting more, just a bit more. Then there was the time I woke in the middle of the night, my body on fire. I sat up, sure there was someone there, but the room was silent. I lay awake that night, having no choice but to use my own hands to finish the task my vivid imagination had started. When at last my tensions released, was there another's sigh mingling with mine? Again, I listened, but there was only the wind outside. I fell into a deep sleep, waking groggily to the damnable alarm. 

I showered quickly, got myself dressed and off to work. Parking in the lot across from my job, I saw again the shadowy figure. Shaking my head and smiling, I looked at the office building I had to enter, and when I turned back, he was gone. I locked the car and crossed the street, figuring it was high time to start looking for either a new boyfriend, or a good shrink. 

I wound up staying late that day. The new computer software caused a few of us to crash, and of course, I was the last one to get service. Just 'cos I'm single, with no kids, the stupid company thinks my life is theirs, and I was forced to wait while the tech worked on my terminal. Finally, at almost 7 o'clock, I was able to log out and leave.

Dusk was falling. It must have been a gorgeous day, I thought as I left the office. I had my coat over my arm, as I breathed in the sweet smell of fresh air. Walking to the curb, I felt a presence behind me, and turned to see my shadowy secret peering from the corner of the building. I closed my eyes for a moment and shook my head, but this time, when I turned back, he was still there, his eyes watching me. Keeping the contact, I slowly walked to him, and was relieved when it turned out he was real. I could see the doubt in his eyes as I neared, as if he wanted to turn and bolt from sight, but the look in my own eyes begged him, stay this time, please. 

I went closer, wanting this to be more than imagination. He stood so straight and still, his hands behind his back, allowing me to approach until I stood in front of him, our eyes locked. 

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Ian," he answered in a soft voice.

I looked closely at him. His hair was pulled back tightly, and I wondered what it would look like if allowed to fall free. I stared up into deep brown eyes, and of it's own accord, my hand came up to touch the bearded cheek. He never moved as the back of my fingers made contact. So mysterious, I thought. 

"But who are you?" I asked again.

His eyes never left mine, but the hint of a smile played his lips.

"Ian," he repeated.

"Ian who?" 

"Nottingham. Ian Nottingham."

He looked at me as if he expected me to recognize the name, and for a moment my mind raced. Do I know him? I didn't think so, but at this point, the curiosity was killing me. 

"Would you like to get something to eat?" was all I could think to ask.

Again, that hint of a smile.

"Are you offering? Will you make dinner for me?"

I looked closely. His attire was not that of a man down on his luck. While dressed all in black, I could tell the clothing was well cut and not cheap. His voice was cultured, each word spoken in a soft tone. It seemed to please him that I thought carefully before answering.

"I suppose I could make you dinner. Anything special?"

"Not really," he answered. "As long as the meal is followed with something sweet."

My eyes narrowed at his words. He was certainly the most gorgeous creature, I thought, as again my hand reached up to touch his face. I just had to be sure that he was real. And now, I was going to cook dinner, plus be expected to have dessert! Strange, I thought. I looked behind me at my car, not sure if he wanted me to give him a ride, perhaps he had his own. Not sure of how to proceed from here, I turned back to ask, and he was gone.

I looked around frantically. Surely this was not just my imagination running wild! A solid form, here one minute, then vanished the next. I reached out to steady myself against the wall as the shock washed over me. I looked at my hand, still able to feel the texture of the beard my fingers had brushed over. My eyes searched everywhere, but there was no sign of another person. I straightened my shoulders, turned, and walked across the street to my car, resigning myself to the fact that I was insane.

I almost fell into my car. My mind raced frantically as I turned the key and started the engine. Just how nuts was I? I thought. Again, I looked at my fingers, still able to feel the hair that bearded his cheek, still hearing the voice that spoke to me. I looked around, begging for the sight of him, but I was alone except for a few passers by. My hands shook as I put the car in gear and began the drive home. Was I so lonely that I had to imagine a lover? Granted, my last breakup was hard on me, almost 6 months had gone by, the time needed for healing, but how desperate was I for a man? My head was filled with thoughts of the psychiatric care I would need for this one as I drove. I kept looking in the rearview mirror, hoping to see a car following me, but there was none. 

By the time I pulled into my driveway, I was almost laughing to myself. So I was nuts, I thought. I'm not hurting anyone, am I? And so what if I have an imaginary man in my life. It could be worse. I laughed out loud as the thought came to me. I could have a whole team of imaginary men, one for each day of the week! I grabbed my coat and bag, and went into the house. 

I locked the door behind me and went to my bedroom, pulling the pins from my hair as I went. I loved shaking my hair free at the end of the day, feeling the weight of it fall from the clips or pins holding it. I began taking off the hated suit I wore, replacing it with a pair of jeans, leaving the soft cotton shirt untucked as I padded barefoot to the kitchen. He wanted me to cook for him, did he? I laughed again as I opened the fridge, deciding to make a nice, almost elaborate dinner, one that I would eat alone. Maybe I could imagine him back and we could talk while I ate, I thought. And think of how inexpensive a date he would be! After all, imaginary friends don't really eat anything. This could work out!

I busied myself, chopping fresh veggies, slicing the chicken breast as I made a quick stir fry. The rice was merrily cooking away, and I lost myself in the tasks I performed. I enjoyed cooking, watching my efforts turn into meals that my friends told me were imaginative and tasty. I liked trying new flavors, even though most of my cooking these days was fast and ordinary. Cooking for one was not something I liked, but hey, tonight my imaginary friend would be joining me! Again, I laughed at the thought, figuring it was high time for a good vacation. 

I was placing a plate on the table when the knock came. I almost dropped it with shock. I stood straight for a moment, then slowly walked to the door and peered out the peephole. My knees knocked at the sight of him standing there, his hands again held behind his back as he stood waiting. Of it's own accord, my hand reached out and opened the door. 

I looked at him in a state of shock. The hair that had been severely pulled back was softer now, a few strands falling around his face. One hand came out, and a perfect white rose was offered to me. 

"Ian," I said, taking the rose.

"Yes," he answered. 

I moved aside, allowing him to enter. He moved like a cat, his steps at once graceful and with purpose. I closed the door behind him and stood there, my mouth hanging open.

He stood still for a moment, and I took in the broad shoulders, the hands clasped behind him. His head lifted a touch, as if scenting the air, then he turned to me. My mind was reeling at the fact that he was standing here, in my home, a real being! We stood quietly for a few seconds, him patiently, me trying to get my thoughts together.

"Can I take your coat?" I finally got out.

He nodded, and removed the garment. I felt the weight of it as I took it, good God I could even feel the heat from his body, still warming the fabric! I stood there, my head still spinning, until his hand reached out.

"Dinner?" he asked softly.

"Oh! Yes!" I stammered, laying his coat across a chair. "This way."

He followed me to the kitchen, where I was just in time to save the rice from burning. He noticed the single plate on the table.

"Are you not eating?"

By this time, I was sure if I spoke, it would be babbling, so I just turned and got another plate. He took it from me, placing it across from the first. 

"Please, sit," I finally got out. "Can I offer you something to drink?"

His hand came up, and I felt the whisper of air as he barely brushed it over my hair.

"You finish what you have to do," he said. "I'll take care of the drinks."

I turned quickly, before I had a chance to make an idiot of myself, and he went to his coat, pulling a bottle of wine from a deep pocket. He came back to the kitchen and got two of my glasses, then opened the wine. Pouring some, he held the glass out to me.

"Drink," he told me. "It will calm you." 

I set the last bowl on the table and took the glass. How badly I wanted to just gulp it down! but I forced myself to sip. He held my chair for me, his hand again barely brushing over my hair as I sat, then took his seat across from mine and lifted his glass.

"To understanding," he said.

It was all I could do not to laugh as the tinkling sound of our glasses rang out. Understanding? I thought. I sipped again as my mind raced. For all my curiosity about him, I almost wished I was alone so I could think clearly. I motioned for him to help himself, trying to buy some time for the rushing in my head to slow down. 

He served me. Placing some rice, then some of the stir fry on my plate, I watched as he gave me my food first, then took his own. I was unable to look away from his strong hands as I watched his movements, until I realized he was watching me. 

"Are you all right?" he asked, and again, I saw the hint of a smile. 

I just looked at him for a minute, then lost it.

"Okay, enough," I said. "Who are you?"

"Ian," he answered again.

"No," I said, my hands coming up. "Ian, whoever you are, how do you know where I live? Why are you always lurking around me? Where are you from? Please tell me you're not some kind of weirdo that follows women around, then does something horrible to them. I feel like I'm going nuts here! Oh my God!" I cried, my fingers plowing through my hair as I looked at him. 

His head bowed as an almost hurt look crossed his face, but then it raised as he looked into my eyes.

"If you feel I would hurt you, ask me to leave."

I sat back, my eyes widening. 

"I don't want you to leave," I whispered, then smiled. "Hey, I cooked for you. You could at least enjoy dinner."

His eyes never left my face as I spoke. 

"I'll begin when you do," he said. "Unless you wish me to feed you."

My head jerked up.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you wish me to feed you?" he asked.

I decided to resign myself to the fact that this was the strangest meeting ever. Why not just follow his lead? I thought, then nodded.

"Sure," I answered. "Why not?"

He pushed his chair back a bit, and I realized he wanted me to sit on his lap. Hey, what the hell, I thought, as I rose and went to him. He moved to make me comfortable, fitting my body into his, then began. The fork lifted, and was brought to my mouth. I took the offering, then smiled as he wiped the corner of my mouth with the napkin. My hands lay in my lap as I sat, held by his strong arm. The next mouthful came, and as I took it, a grain of rice fell onto my shirt.

"That will never do," he said quietly.

His hands held mine still as his head lowered. I gasped as his mouth barely brushed me, removing the offending grain. 

"I'm not really that hungry," I whispered, afraid if he did that again, I would go mad.

His eyes held mine as we sat, then his hand reached up to grasp my chin. His head lowered, and as his mouth met mine, I was lost. He kissed me deeply, pulling my mind away from my fears as he possessed me. His arm held me close, his other hand grabbing a handful of hair to keep me in place. When at last it ended, my head fell to rest against his chest. I never wanted to move.

We sat still for a bit, his arms holding me, then he stood and carried me to my bedroom. Sitting on the bed, his mouth again claimed mine as I felt his fingers opening the buttons of my blouse. I drifted in the kiss as the fabric was spread, sighing as I felt his touch brush across my skin.

"Ian," I sighed.

"Yes," he replied. 

He lay me back on the bed, standing over me.

"I've longed for you," he said.

I was so unsure how to proceed. My body was so relaxed, so willing for his touch. Our eyes were locked together, his almost questioning. Again, I decided to go with the flow. I raised my hands over my head and closed my eyes.

He literally swooped down on me. His touch was feather soft as my clothing was removed, until I lay nude before him. His breath whispered across tender flesh, his fingers brushed over sensitive skin. I felt like I was flying, the gentleness of his touch almost maddening, until I begged him to touch harder, my hands holding his face as he pulled on a nipple. 

"Please," I begged. 

He left me for a moment, leaving me feeling lost, chilled without his heat, then I cried out as he pulled me to him and filled me. His arms held me, my body readied for him as he stroked into me. I was shocked at the size of him, but soon was lost again as he rode me. He rose to his knees, taking me with him, my legs spread around him as he loved me. His mouth was everywhere, nibbling my neck, whispering in my ear, sucking a nipple. I fell back, his strength supporting me, his arms moving me on him, until I cried out. My body shook with the force of the climax, and he held me tightly, moving himself inside me as I released, my hands reaching for him. His mouth came down, and he kissed me deeply as the waves of pleasure washed over me again and again. 

I cried. He somehow kept me in climax, forcing me to reach peaks I never dreamed of as he pulled me along. I felt free, floating inside myself as I gave everything I had. His hand went between our pressed bodies as I shook, touching the sensitive folds, and again I cried out as he pulled me higher, gripping me to him as I shook, his strokes never stopping. 

I fell limp in his arms. He let me lean back, supporting me as my head lowered, my body drained. He never stopped moving inside me as I draped back over his arm, his other hand reaching up to caress a nipple as I moaned. I moved up and down on him as he stroked me, unable to think. Then he lowered me to the mattress and pulled away. His mouth came down on me as I felt fingers spread my lips. Touches as soft as butterfly wings whispered across me. His tongue found me, gently licking and nibbling until again, I cried out. His arms held me still as I released for him, never stopping until my body ceased to quiver, then again he entered me. My legs held by his strong arms, I was taken. He stroked deep and hard, and my eyes opened to see him staring back. I watched him, his eyes darkening, until he arched up hard and filled me. I reached up quickly, pulling him down on me, holding him tight as his body trembled. I heard a soft cry, and realized it was him. I held him close until it ended, then again, he wrapped me in his arms.

"Ian," I whispered.

"Yes," was all he said. 

I slept. A deep sleep that held me with its dreams of feather soft caresses, warm lips, dark eyes. I floated in my dreams, warmed with desire, until the blaring alarm woke me. 

I bolted up in my bed. There was no one there, and I looked around, convinced more than ever that I was now completely mad. There was no sign of another person, but as my eyes glanced around the room, I saw it. A perfect white rose, placed on the pillow beside mine. 



Ian and Fran's First Date



The big day had finally arrived for Ian. He was going to meet the woman that he had fallen in love with for the first time. It might seem strange to fall in love before even the first date but this is what had happened between Ian and Fran, the beautiful flame haired woman he was on his way to meet.

It had started as an innocent game of internet pool which Ian had played countless times before, often chatting with his opponents from around the world and sometimes flirting jokingly with women he played against. This was how things had began between him and Fran, as they played they teased each other when one or the other won a game and after that first encounter they agreed a time when both could be online to play again. It wasn't long before they were regular pool partners often playing for hours at a time, chatting, joking and occasionally flirting with each other.

As their friendship grew they both felt confident enough to exchange photo's with the sole idea of it being 'nice to see who you are chatting to'. After swapping e-mail addresses Ian soon received mail from Fran and thought to himself "I may as well open it and see who I've been talking to" 

When Fran's photo appeared on his screen Ian's heart missed a beat for there in front of him was a picture of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In it, Fran was reclining on a bed, her body sheathed in a silk teddy, hair the colour of copper framing a face of pure beauty, a half smile playing across her soft lips and a mischievous twinkle in her blue/grey eyes. Ian fought to compose himself as he prepared to reply to Fran and send her his photo as they had agreed. 

"I hope that doesn't scare her off" Ian thought to himself only half jokingly for at 40 years of age he knew he was past his prime even if he did look after himself.

The next time they met to play pool Ian found it hard to concentrate as the image of Fran's photo kept popping into his head and he lost game after game. Fran sensed something was wrong and when she asked him Ian blushed as he told her the effect her photo had had on him. 

Expecting her to laugh Ian was surprised and more than pleased when Fran replied. 

"Yours had the same effect on me Ian but I was too embarrassed to tell you in case you laughed at me." 

That was 3 years ago and since then their friendship has grown into love and they meet online to chat almost every day and e-mail each other constantly. This wasn't a sordid, tacky cyber affair like Ian had heard about and poked fun at. They took the time to get to know each other, sharing intimate feelings and secrets, discovering they shared so many common interests from music, old classic movies even to the type of foods the both loved. 

"I can't believe this is happening" Ian told Fran as they chatted one day. "We haven't even met and I'm in love with you" 

Fran's reply came as a shock to him. "I feel the same love, so why don't we meet?"

And that was why Ian was now standing in the arrivals lounge of Honolulu airport, beads of nervous sweat running down his spine as he waits for Fran's flight to arrive. They had chosen Hawaii as their meeting place both for its tropical beauty and its location. It was midway between Ian's home in England and Fran's in Australia. With the time of Fran's flight drawing near Ian's head was filled with thoughts. 

"Will she like me in the flesh, will the chemistry between us be the same, will she actually be on the plane?" 

And then the moment arrived, the plane had landed and the passengers were filing through customs. Frantically searching through the sea of faces it was as if time stood still for Ian as his eyes found her. Waving tentatively to catch her attention he was rewarded by her radiant smile as she made her way towards him. Ian couldn't help but smile himself as his eyes took in her beauty. Unsure of his first move as she approached him, Ian took both her hands in his holding her at arms length until Fran broke the ice saying.

"Aren't you at least going to kiss me after traveling this far." 

Needing no second invitation, Ian took her in his arms and their lips met for the first time, softly at first them more passionately as the years of waiting for this moment overcame them. 

Not wanting to break the spell but eager to be alone with Fran, Ian gently broke free from Fran's embrace and whispered to her, "let's continue this in the hotel, I have a taxi waiting." 

After booking into the hotel they took the elevator to their room, barely able to keep their hands off each other despite the other guests sharing the elevator. Reaching their room, Ian hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the door and as he did so could here the shower begin to run. 

" I need a shower after the flight, are you going to join me? " Fran called from the bathroom. 

As Ian walked into the bathroom Fran was already beginning to undress and stood in front of him wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong. Sliding it down her long graceful legs and kicking it free she smiled at him 

" Don't be shy, Ian" she teased as she stepped into the shower. 

Ian took no time undressing and was soon standing behind Fran as the water cascaded over her. As his hands reached round to caress her full firm breasts, teasing the dusky pink nipples standing proudly at their centre, Ian leaned forward to gently kiss the back of her neck. A soft moan escaped from Fran's lips as one of Ian's hands slowly glided down her body, across her flat stomach then lower. One fingertip trailing through the tiny patch of hair she had left when carefully waxing her pussy. As Ian began kissing his way down Fran's neck to her shoulder, his finger began to circle her clit softly, moving ever closer until finally brushing gently over it sending a shiver of pleasure through Fran's body. 

Leaning her hands on the wall for support Fran pushed back against Ian's hard cock feeling it slide between her open thighs, its throbbing shaft gliding between her moist lips until the tip pressed against her clit. Slowly Ian moved his hips feeling the velvety warmth of Fran's pussy around his cock, the tip rubbing against her clit with each slow stroke. Turning her head Fran's lips find Ian's kissing him hard their tongues dancing together. 

"Fuck me Ian please, I've waited so long" Fran gasped. 

Turning her in his arms Ian reached down to lift her and as Fran's legs wrap around him, he lowered her until the head of his cock was between her swollen pussy lips. Sensing Fran's need along with his own, Ian thrust his hips forward as he lowered Fran, impaling her on his hard cock, pushing her against the wall as he began fucking her with long, slow, deep strokes. He felt Fran's nails raking across his back and her teeth on his shoulder as her orgasm builds. 

Not able to hold back any longer, Ian pulled Fran to him burying his throbbing cock deep inside her and spurting his hot seed against her g spot. Her pussy convulsed as her entire body was overcome by wave after wave of orgasm. After coming down from the high of their first orgasm together, Ian and Fran hold each other close kissed tenderly before stepping out of the shower. They dried off before walking hand in hand through to the bedroom.

Reaching the bed, Fran turned to face Ian. Her hands reached up to cup his face in her hands as she leaned in to kiss him softly. Sensuously her tongue traced across his lips before slowly lowering herself to her knees. All the while she kept her lips in contact with his body, first teasing his nipples with playful licks and bites then on down across his stomach Ian's breath came in sharp gasps as her hands circled his engorged member and her warm breath blew softly across the head. Fran's golden mane of hair fell forward hiding from Ions view what she was doing but could never conceal the exquisite sensations that coursed through his body as her teeth tenderly closed on his cock and her tongue began its exploration, first teasing the tiny eye at the tip then like a warm velvety snake moving all around it. Fran took him slowly, deep in her mouth, one hand squeezed and caressed his balls, the other, on his arse, pulled him closer.

Sliding her lips to the tip of Ian's throbbing cock, Fran planted a soft kiss on the tip before nibbling and kissing along the full length of his shaft to his balls. Here, she took each one in turn sucking and rolling it between her lips, she drove Ian crazy with desire.

Reaching down to brush the hair from Fran's face, Ian whispered breathlessly. "Lay on the bed darling, I need to taste you." 

With a last flick of her tongue along Ian's cock, Fran complied, sitting on the edge of the bed then laying back her long slender legs spread wide exposing the sweet flower of her sex to Ian's gaze. The soft folds of her lips glistened with her nectar as Ian knelt in front of her and began kissing slowly along her inner thigh. Breathing in the scent of her pussy, he moved closer his lips like a butterflies wings barely touching her skin making Fran writhe with pleasure. Finally reaching that most intimate of places Ian used his thumb to push back the hood covering Fran's clit already hard like a pink pearl. Closing his lips over it, Ian sucked softly. His teeth grazed it tenderly as his tongue teased and tantalized before working slowly down to where Fran's pussy lips, swollen with desire, seemed to part of their own accord to allow Ian's tongue entry Moving in tiny circles ever deeper, its tip lapped at the inner walls tasting her sweet juices as they flowed into his mouth. Fran's hands on his head pulled him closer as her hips gyrated grinding her pussy onto his mouth in her need. Ian's top lip, on her clit, felt it quiver with desire as his tongue darted in and out, feeling the vibrations of passion surging through Fran's body as her orgasm built. Slowly, reluctantly Ian moved away from Fran's pussy kissing his way up her body stopping to kiss each hard nipple on the way to Fran's lips. As their lips met, Ian's hard throbbing cock, like a guided missile, glided effortlessly into Fran's eagerly awaiting pussy. Slowly at first then increasing the tempo their bodies moved as one. Lost in a world of pure ecstasy, Fran and Ian gave themselves up to their animal lusts fucking wildly. Ian's cock, like a piston, pumped furiously into Fran's hot, wet pussy. Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders leaving bloody crescents behind. Ian's hands found her breasts squeezing them pulling and twisting her nipples and making Fran throw back her head screaming his name as her orgasm took over her body and mind. At the peak of her passion Ian drove his cock deep within her. His balls tightened, his cock jerked as his hot cum exploded from him. His screams echoed through the night with Fran's. Their passion sated for now they collapsed in each others arms, holding each other tight happy and content to snuggle up close.

With only two weeks together, Fran and Ian didn't waste any opportunity to make love whether they were in the hotel bedroom, the bathroom or enjoying the beautiful view from the balcony. They were so much in love they couldn't keep their hands off each other, much to the amusement and sometimes embarrassment of fellow guests when they were caught in a passionate embrace. But as it was assumed they were on honeymoon, none took offence. The women smiled coyly at Fran and the men winked knowingly at Ian.

On their last night together alone on the beach after making love watching the sunset across the sea, Ian gazed lovingly into Fran's eyes and said " Fran, this has been the happiest 2 weeks of my life, I never thought I would find love but with you I have found not only love but my true soul mate. I don't ever want to lose you, will you marry me please" 

With his heart in his mouth Ian waited for Fran's reply and was overjoyed to hear that one simple word " Yes". 

After catching his breath a thought struck him. "But where will we live, England or Australia?" 

Pushing him to the sand playfully, Fran jumped up and ran across the beach laughing as she called back to Ian. " Last one to the hotel gets to choose."



Ian and His Sisters Ch. 01



CHAPTER I. In Which the Author Introduces the Reader to His Sisters And Recounts a Wintry Night of Cabin Fever. 

Ann is coming to stay with Liz and me. I have to pick her up tonight at the airport. Ann is one of my four sisters, who all look remarkably alike. Their bodies have always been slim, and even in their 40s they still have the flattering figures they had in their 20s. They all dye their hair blond and wear it long. They all dress well and I assume they borrow each other's clothes. In pairs people think they are seeing twins. It would be easy for anyone to confuse them from the back. 

Ann is the only one who moved away and now she was about to return after a nasty divorce. She hasn't had kids, but she's still young enough at 39 to have some. She's the baby of the family and ten years separate her and my oldest sister, Olivia. In addition to Ann and Olivia, there's Liz and Jeanie. 

Liz is the next oldest at 43. Like me she has never married. She's the only sister who looks slightly different from the others because she has bigger boobies than the others and likes to color her hair sometimes. I'd say Liz is at least a C, while my other sisters are barely a B. I only figured this out a few years ago when Jeanie noticed that I tended to date women who looked like her and my other sisters. That's when I really noticed that my sisters were relatively small-breasted and maybe that's why I always considered slim, small-breasted women so hot. I guess I just had a thing for my sisters. Jeanie is married now and has two children. Olivia is also married and has three children.

I actually did have a thing for my sisters. It began with Jeanie a long time ago when she was 18 and I was 19. Our parents owned a cabin up in the mountains, and that year all of our family, except Olivia, went up late in the fall to close up the cabin for the winter. Since I was the only boy, there was lots of work for me to do, including chopping and stacking wood. A freak early blizzard blew in while we were there. It must have dumped a good foot of snow overnight and the snow kept coming down the next day. We knew if we waited it out a few days the roads would be passable again. We had plenty of food and water and wood. The only hardship would be trooping through the snow to the outhouse. Even that wasn't critical, since we had a few chamber pots that we usually used in the middle of the night.

Mom and Dad had the only bedroom downstairs, and my sisters usually slept upstairs in the loft. I usually slept outside, weather permitting. Little Ann was frightened by the storm so she slept downstairs on the couch next to the fireplace. That left just me, Jeannie and Liz in the attic.

Since it was so cold we put the beds together in the warmest part of the loft and piled up lots of blankets over our individual sleeping bags. Jeanie was in between Liz and me. Liz fell asleep quickly. Jeanie unzipped her bag in the middle of the night and got out of bed. I could hear her on the other side of the loft tinkling into a chamber pot. She got back in bed but then I had to get up and crept downstairs to pee outside in the snow. It felt great but when I got back upstairs I was freezing cold. I took off my parka, shoes, and pants and quickly crawled back into bed. Before I zipped up my bag Jeanie rolled over towards my side of the bed and hugged me. "You poor dear," she whispered in my ear. "You're shivering."

I don't know whether it was her whispering sweet words into my ear or whether it was the feeling of her body pressed against me, but suddenly I felt something I never felt before. I knew then that I wanted Jeanie sexually.

I couldn't move, though. Jeanie continued to rub her hand slowly up and down my arms and chest. "Does that feel better, my brother?" she whispered again quietly, her mouth only an inch away from my ear.

I made a quiet sound that indicated yes.

She continued to press against me, her soft breath in my ears, rubbing me with her hand. I remained stiff as a board but something else had become equally stiff underneath my boxers, stiffer than I had ever felt before. It was like that time my girlfriend, Dana, had given me my first handjob while we were skinny dipping and making out in the lake. We had gone down to an abandoned dock one night just this past summer with a few other couples. I was freezing cold that night, too, and I had never been so hard. Dana was my best friend's twin sister. She had a beautiful body, a firm ass, nice sized breasts, and the hardest nipples I ever played with. She was tall, athletic, and innocent looking, and game for anything. She stroked me while we kissed passionately until I spurted in the water. I'd never done that before, and never since.

Jeanie draped one of her legs over me and began rubbing my legs and my feet with her foot. She still had her socks on, and it did feel good and warm. Her knee would slide up and down my leg as she rubbed me, and as she did so her knee began to rub against my crotch. At first she hadn't noticed anything but then she must have felt herself bump against my hard dick.

"Oh," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Don't stop," I said quietly.

She decided not to stop warming me. She continued to rub me with her hand and her foot. Her knee didn't stop rubbing against my crotch. In fact, her rubbing became more vigorous and her breathing faster.

"Is that better, my big brother?" she whispered three times in my ear. Each time I made a little sound of contentment in answer.

Her body pressed harder into my body and her hand began to roam down along the sides of my boxers to my thighs. Her knee began to travel more and more over my boxers, too. She inched closer to my crotch with her hand until at last she began to run her hand over my dick. Soon she was tracing the outline of my dick through the thin fabric of my boxers with her fingers. 

"Do you like this, my brother?" she whispered. This time my cock answered her by involuntarily spasming in her fingers. Her hand then reached under the elastic of my boxers and grasped my hardness. As she held it in the palm of her hand, I could feel her rubbing her pussy into the side of my thigh. 

I managed to reach underneath her body with the arm that lay along her side so that I could caress her bottom with my hand. My fingers began to pull and tug at her nightshirt until it was up around her hips and I could feel bare skin. I couldn't detect any panties underneath her nightshirt. My fingers then searched for her slit from behind, found it wet and warm, and began to penetrate inside her.

"I love feeling you touching my pussy, brother," she whispered in my ear. She began to stroke me while I fingered her. All of this we managed to do with little slow movements. 

I was about to cum soon, I knew it. Jeanie must have sensed that, too. She crawled into my sleeping bag and slithered down my body until her mouth could take my dick inside. She played with my balls and gently sucked on me. I heard a faint "hmm." I came quickly and quietly in her mouth while she continued her quiet hum.

Just then I felt scared. "What about Liz?" I asked. Jeannie whispered, "Don't worry. She's sleeping." We cuddled for a while but eventually zipped into our own bags as morning was approaching.

I was alone the next morning when I awoke. I could smell breakfast downstairs. When I came down, Dad said he thought we could drive out with the chains on. We finished boarding up the cabin after we cleaned up, packed the jeep, and started off. In the car, Jeanie and I hardly exchanged a word. Once I caught her eye, and she smiled back at me sweetly. Thank goodness, I thought, feeling more than a little guilty.

Later at home, Jeannie came out to the back storeroom where I was putting away gear. 

"Ian," she said, "Do you want to talk about what happened?" I said, yes, I did, and began apologizing.

"I'm not sorry at all," she said. "I thought about it a lot on the way home. It felt right, Ian. It felt safe. I enjoyed it. I can't explain why, but I really enjoyed it. I've never experienced anything so wonderful." I said I was glad to hear that. 

"I want to do it again, if we can," she said. "We'll have to be incredibly careful, though. Would you think about doing it again?" She left me to think about it.

We didn't "do it" again for another month even though I thought about it a lot. Our next time came when we managed to share a shower together and we were sure no one would be home for a while. We continued meeting in showers when we could. We kissed a lot in the steamy water. I would play with her beautiful little titties a lot as I lathered her body and I would finger her pussy while we sucked each other's mouth until she came. She loved to yank on my cock and then hold it tight around the head as I gushed in her hand. Sometimes I would come while rubbing my dick up and down her slit or in between her ass cheeks, but she would not let me fuck her. I'd try to slide my dick into her pussy, but she'd stop me and then wank me hard and fast until I came. The craziest we got in our showers together was when I was fingering her clit and she gently peed on my hand as she came. 

We soon both moved out of the house and didn't meet in a shower again. 

CHAPTER II. In Which Secrets are Revealed for Better or Worse.

Ten years later, Jeanie and Olivia were both engaged to be married. They were going to have a double ceremony. Our parents didn't use the cabin anymore, so it was decided that we would sell the cabin and use the money for a really big wedding and a family cruise just before the wedding. Jeanie and Olivia were going to the cabin for the last time to clean it up before the new owners took it over. At the last moment, they had volunteered me to help them. They were going to drive up in Olivia's SUV, and I took my truck so we could haul some stuff back.

Of course, as I drove up I remembered that snowy night with Jeanie. I got to the cabin first and opened it up. It was in early summer and the days were long. In the midday sun it was hot, but as the shadows of the trees and mountains became longer, the day would grow cold because of the altitude. Olivia and Jeanie arrived much later than we had planned. While my sisters were dressed in blue jeans and identical Yankees baseball jerseys ready for work, we decided to spend the rest of this first day just relaxing and making a really good dinner. Olivia gave me the funniest looks as she unpacked her car and went inside the cabin. Jeanie, on the other hand, seemed to be in a celebratory mood. 

"She opened the wine when we got off the main highway," Olivia confided to me. 

"Oh, I see," I said.

I started a fire in the pit outside to grill steaks over the coals and set up some camp chairs and lounge chairs. Jeanie came out with a new bottle of wine and some glasses and set them on a table. "Let's open a fresh bottle. This is pretty good," she said. "Olivia, come out here and let's have a toast to all of us," Jeannie yelled back to the cabin.

"I'll be there in a minute," Olivia called back from inside.

Jeanie gave me the bottle and then kissed me on the lips. "Here, dear brother, open this and don't ever forget what we had here," she said in the most sex kitten manner.

I opened the wine and Olivia came outside. After I poured, we clinked our glasses together and toasted to fond memories at our family cabin.

As we sat, drinking our wine, the conversation turned to the upcoming wedding and the bridegrooms. Olivia remarked how the two future brothers were so much alike and had a lot in common with me, too. It was then that Jeanie suggested that I had been dating women who looked like they could have been another sister.

"Think about it, Ian. Your dates have been all skinny, with little boobies, just like mine and Olivia's."

I looked at Olivia who was looking at me. "You're right. I'm just attracted to that type, I guess."

After a while Olivia went inside with her glass to finish unpacking and to make the beds. Jeanie said she would begin fixing some salad and get the steaks ready for the grill. Jeanie looked at me before she went inside and then she whispered in my ear, "Maybe we can find a moment, Ian. Our last time?"

I had been hoping as much for a long time. I threw on more wood. There would be enough good coals in a short while. I sat for a while and drank my wine. It was perfect. The warmth and solitude of a beautiful day in the woods. The slight intoxication of a great wine. The smell of the popping fire. The beautiful memory of my naked sister in all those showers. 

It wasn't long before it was time to start the steaks and open another bottle for dinner. So I went inside. There was my sister working over the sink, washing the lettuce. I heard creaking in the attic above us. I came up to my sister from behind. I reached around her and cupped her tiny breasts in both of my hands and kissed her on the neck. "Just like old times," I said.

Imagine my horror when my sister turned around and it was Olivia.

She saw the look on my face and laughed. "Don't worry, honey. Jeanie told me about your little secret as we drove here."

My arms went limp along my sides, and I began to stammer. Just then Jeannie came downstairs. "Hey, you two, I see the cat's out of the bag," she said, seeing the predicament. "Why don't you put the steaks on now, Ian, and we'll bring out the salad and more wine. Go." Olivia gave me the steaks. I grabbed a bottle of wine and I went back outside quickly, not knowing what else to do at the moment.

The steaks were almost done when they both came out. I had been gulping my wine, which helped a little. My sisters set the food on the table. 

"You know, Ian," Olivia said in the middle of the meal, "you don't need to worry. We're a close family. We'll always be family. We'll always be close. We're closer than you might think."

Jeanie smiled, drinking her wine.

"Let's not spoil this beautiful evening," Olivia said. I said, okay, and we talked again about the wedding and the cruise like nothing happened. When we were finished, I kicked at the fire and added more wood. My sisters went inside and cleaned up. It didn't take long. They came out again. We laid in the lounge chairs close to the fire, drank more wine, and watched the stars for a while in silence.

"I feel so relaxed," Olivia said after I poured her the last drops of wine from the bottle. "Ian, Jeanie and I were talking inside."

"Oh, no," I said, "not that. It was something that happened a long time ago."

"No, no," Olivia cut me off. "We thought you should know another little family secret. What do you think, Jeanie? Is now as good a time as any?"

Jeanie got up resolutely from her lounge chair and went over to Olivia. She bent over her older sister and kissed her. It was a soulful kiss that lingered. Olivia put her wine glass down on the ground and wrapped her arms around Jeanie. "This is like old times, too," she said.

"What...?" I started to ask.

"Shh," Olivia said.

Jeanie slid down and kissed Olivia's neck. She slid further down and buried her face on Olivia's breasts. She slowly unbuttoned Olivia's jersey and opened it revealing two lovely titties as small and pink-budded as Jeanie's. Jeanie kissed the exposed nipples. Jeanie then slid further down and sat between Olivia's legs. She ran her hands over Olivia's breasts and down to Olivia's jeans. She unbuttoned the jeans and pulled the zipper down. Jeanie grabbed the jeans and wiggled them off of Olivia. There was Olivia naked except for the open jersey. Jeanie then bent down and began kissing Olivia's closely trimmed pussy. 

I sat in my chair. What else could I do or say? I watched as Jeanie licked Olivia's glistening cunt. Olivia's head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. Jeanie stood up and unbuttoned her own jersey and then stepped out of her jeans. She walked over to me and took my hand. Olivia got up, too. "C'mon," Jeanie said to me, and my two beautiful sisters led me into the cabin.

Inside they had laid a blanket and pillows before the fireplace, lit candles in the room, and stacked kindling and wood in the fireplace. "Will you start a fire, Ian?" Olivia asked me. As I did, my sisters sat down on the blanket and removed their jerseys. There was no more beautiful sight. Imagine two nymphs of the woods, and me in the role of a satyr.

Olivia opened yet another bottle as I started the fire. She laid back against the pillow. In the glow of the candles, she looked like an actress in one of those old, sepia-toned, erotic French postcards. Jeanie sat bolt upright, sipping. When I got the fire to a roar, I turned to look at my sisters. Jeanie got up and began to undress me. 

I was soon standing in front of the fire naked. I felt awkward, but I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment. Jeanie placed her hand on my throbbing dick and gave it a few strokes, smiling the whole time. "That's a wonderful boner you have, brother," Olivia said. "Sit down and let's make a toast to this wonderful place one last time...and to our brother's beautiful boner."

We drank some wine on the blanket. My dick was as hard as an oak. Olivia spread her legs, exposing herself to me. "Do you like looking at my pussy, brother dear?" Olivia asked.

"It's beautiful, sis. You're both so beautiful," I answered, no longer stammering.

"Why don't you enjoy your wine and watch some more," she said. "I don't mind breaking the ice."

This time Olivia crawled over to Jeanie. After a sweet kiss, Jeanie laid back. Olivia spread Jeanie's legs apart and bent over her to kiss her sister's open cunt. Jeanie moaned with pleasure. Again I just watched, taking little sips of wine. As I watched I couldn't help stroking myself slowly. Precum began to leak from the tip of my cock. After a short while, they traded positions. Olivia was on her back and Jeanie knelt between her legs to kiss her sister there. 

"Stay," Olivia said to Jeanie and sat up. Jeanie didn't move. She stayed on her knees, bent over at the waist. Her pear-shaped bottom was smack dab in front of me. I could have reached out and traced the line between her cheeks with my finger all the way down to her furry mound. "Ian," Olivia said. "I think it's time you finally fuck one of your sisters."

"Mmm," Jeanie purred.

Olivia came over to me. She took my hand and laid it on Jeanie's bottom. 

"Go ahead. I know this is what she wants."

Olivia placed her hand on my butt and gently shoved me. I was kneeling right behind Jeanie, my hands balanced on either side of Jeanie's hips. Jeanie laid her arms down on the blanket and rested her head on a pillow. Olivia reached between me and Jeanie and grabbed my cock. She placed the tip of my cock on the slit of Jeanie's pussy. Holding the base of my dick, she guided my dickhead so that it slid up and down Jeanie's pussy until it rested at the opening to her vagina. The three of us paused for a brief moment, each of us relishing this exact moment. Then in unison, my dick made a hesitant lunge forward and Jeanie pressed gently back against me. My dick slowly entered my sister's pussy.

"Oh, god," Jeannie sobbed happily into her pillow. "That feels so nice."

I began to pump slowly in and out of Jeanie. Jeanie was slowly moving her pelvis back and forth in response. It was the sexiest, sweetest, most erotic fuck of my life.

Kneeling next to me, Olivia continued to hold the base of my cock as I continued to fuck our sister. She reached down to play with my balls as they bounced against our sister. She began playing with my ass with her free hand, making encouraging moans of her own. She even slid her finger along the crack of my ass, teasing my rectum.

"Is it good, sis?" Olivia asked. "Is our brother's boner good?"

"It's unbelievably fucking the best," Jeanie replied.




Ian and His Sisters Ch. 01



Olivia then crawled over next to her sister, kneeling and bent over in the same position as Jeanie's, her head next to Jeanie's on the pillow, her ass raised as high as Jeanie's. "I want you to fuck me, too," she said.

I pulled out of Jeanie's pussy and keeping one hand on Jeanie's slit turned slightly to face Olivia's pussy. Olivia reached between her legs, grabbed my cock, and placed it at her vagina. When I entered her, she let go of me.

"Oh, god," Olivia said. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god fucking damn us."

I had never experienced anything like this. I'd enter one sister for a few strokes and then the other, alternating dips into each well of my sisters' pussies. I felt like a red-hot poker as I drove myself into each of their sweet pussies. As I reached the deepest bottom of my stroke, their pussies opened up and then engulfed me. 

"Do you love me inside you, sis?" I asked Olivia when she was stuffed with me.

"I love my brother deep inside me," she answered. 

"How 'bout you, sis, do you like me dicking your pussy?" I asked Jeanie when I rammed into her.

"I love my brother dicking my pussy," she exclaimed.

I dicked them more. Olivia and Jeanie were face-fucking each other with their tongues and lips at this point and were getting louder and louder with their kisses and moans and fuck-mes. Both of their asses seemed to be rising higher above the blanket. The lips surrounding their twat holes grew larger and opened wider. Their pussies became wetter and glowed a vivid pink. I could feel them fingering each other's clits, or their own, frantically. I loved to hear the slurps and squishes and sucking sounds that came from my sisters' pussies as I withdrew from one and entered the other. Such a sweet melody of sex. 

"Fuck it," they both seemed to be screaming together. "I'm going to come soon."

I became a wild animal. I plunged into one pussy deeply, in and out in one stroke. I drove into the other pussy deeper still, in and out in one stroke. Back and forth, in and out of each of my sister's beautiful cunts. One fucking stroke at a time.

"Oh, baby brother, it feels so good and so fucking nasty at the same time," Olivia said.

"Oh, god, yes," Jeanie said. "It's nasty, nasty, nasty. I've never been fucked so good."

In my madness now, they were no longer my sisters. Here were cunts—the iconic focus of all of my primordial lust. Feminine, exquisite, delicious, complicitous, lewd, and debauched cunts. They were perfection. I worshipped them. I never wanted to stop. I was never harder, never so big, nor so full. I saw myself fucking my sisters' pink cunts from above. They were split wide open below me. Baby birds hungry to be fed. 

They started giggling and laughing together, emotionally strung out. "We're coming. We're coming," they were peeping. "We're both fucking coming at the same time." I could feel each of them having explosive orgasms. The labia of their sex were enlarged and flattened. The relaxed sheath of their vaginas convulsed in spasms. I felt their juices gush inside.

I started coming, too. My sperm was flying inside one, then the other. It was flying all over their bottoms. I couldn't stop fucking them. I was crazed. I wanted to be in both of them at the same time. I slowed down a little after the fourth stream of ejaculate, but I still alternated, resting in each for a brief moment longer before going back into the other. Finally, I collapsed on the blanket between my sisters. My dick was on fire. My sisters curled up against me, kissing me all over my face, my neck, and my chest. They cooed. Jeanie covered us with blankets.

We must have fallen asleep for a while. When I regained consciousness I felt a chill, so I got up to stoke the fire and add more wood. I was standing there naked. Olivia sat up and whispered, "Ian, please come here." 

I saw her in the light of the fire. She was holding up the blanket to cover herself. She had such a beautiful face. Her skin on her bare shoulders was glowing. "Will you make love to me now?"

She dropped the blanket. Her breasts lay bare like a maiden. My loins began to stir. She laid back and uncovered herself. She laid there still like Ophelia. I saw her lying there, her slim torso, her lovely hands, her protruding hips, her flat tummy, her bare pubis, her white thighs. I laid atop of her and guided my erection to her slit. There was moisture there. There was a gentle push and I was inside her. She wrapped her arms and then her legs around me to hold me close and to let me penetrate her deeply.

We fucked gently, rocking in each other's arms. "Oh my brother," she said. "I could get very used to this, but this must be our last time. Come inside me."

We rocked quietly for a few minutes. Suddenly, I knew I would come. She knew it, too, and gasped. She started to buck and whimper, and I quickened my thrusts into her. I came. She held me tight.

Later, she went to her own bed and I slept with Jeanie. When I next woke up, Jeanie was sucking on my dick. The sun was up, but my dick was down. "C'mon brother, rise and shine. I really need another fuck and I want it fast and furious. C'mon."

She sprang up, grabbed my hand and the blanket, and pulled me outside. She ran ahead buck naked into the woods. I ran after her. There was a little stream in the woods and a pond. She ran into the pond. I knew it would be cold, but she splashed in it, sat down to bathe in it, and poured water all over herself. I held the blanket for her when she came out.

"You should have come in with me, brother." She dried herself with the blanket. There were goose bumps all over her body, and her nipples were erect. They seemed to be pointing right to my mouth, inviting me to suck them. "I need a good fuck, brother, and you're the man for the job. Lay down."

I lay down. 

"I see I'm going to have to get you hard again. I think I know how."

She squatted above my face. "I know you love my pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. I'm going to be your pussy one more time. Meow." She opened her vulva above my face. She began to play with herself. She inserted a finger inside and then placed her finger on my lips. 

"You had me at pussy," I said. 

She moved down my side to squat above my prick. "I want another good fuck, big brother, but after this no more fuckee-fuckee. No more suckee-suckee. I'm getting married in the morning. Ding Dong the bells are goin' to ring. Oh, this feels nice, doesn't it? My pussy on your dick. Damn, big brother, that sure feels good. You know what? You can't ever tell my hubby about this. He thinks I'm a good girl. But you know what a whore I can be, don't you? You like me to talk like a whore, don't you? You like me riding on your dick. Up and down. Up and down. See my little titties bouncing, big brother? Think you're fucking some teenager, some skinny little girl? Such a pervert, but I love that you're a pervert. I love fucking you. I love feeling like a slut for you. I love how good this feels. Damn, it feels good. I love this, Ian. I have always loved it with you, Ian. I wish we fucked before. I wish we could fuck again. Does this feel good? You fucking your sister's pussy? Oh, play with my little titty nipples. Oh, yes. I'm your favorite sister, aren't I? Jerking you off in the shower. I loved doing that. I made you come a hundred times. Almost...maybe. I loved holding your hard dick in my hand. I loved making you come all over me. I wanted to suck your cock all the time. Here's a secret, brother. I wanted to do other nasty things with you. I wanted to be your naughty girl. Let you do nasty to me. I wanted to fuck you like this. Slam my pussy down on your dick. Rub my clit on you hard like this. Cum all over you. You love my sweet pussy, don't you? You love how wet I get for you. I love my brother's dick up my pussy. I love your hard dick fuck me Ian fuck me hard fuck my pussy Ian fuck that's it fuck that's it fuck me fuck me fuck your little sister fuck my pussy god it's so fucking good you're dick's so fucking good damn so fucking fuck so good."

Then she yelled.

Minutes after the echo of her yell finally ended, Jeanie continued to sit atop me. She was still. She was quiet. I didn't dare disturb her. You could hear the bubbling and gurgling of the stream. You could hear the wind quaking the aspens. The sun was hitting her face as she looked up to the sky. Finally, she sighed. A calm came over her. I was still hard. She slid off of me. You could hear her sliding off of me. She walked to the cabin naked. We didn't say a word.

The three of us worked very hard that day, ate another relaxing meal as the sun set, and went to our separate beds. It felt great to sleep alone, I have to admit. Jeanie and Olivia seemed very happy on the third day and were chattering about the wedding. They made me a great breakfast. Olivia made a speech about putting things in the right perspective. Jeanie seconded that emotion. After cleaning up, we loaded up all of the stuff we were taking and boarded up the cabin. Jeanie and Olivia drove off. I stayed behind another hour and then left. 



Ian and Me



I remember the first day of college... I was so afraid... going away was never a problem for me, but not knowing anybody was. I walked through the halls to my room. There it was, Room 204, my room. My roommate had already arrived and it seemed that she had already set up shop. Dividing the room and taking the bed near the window. 

"Great," I thought, "First fucking day and I don't even get the fucking bed I want. I just fucking love how this is starting out"

"well, don't you look pissed," said a familiar voice behind me. I quickly turned around and realized it was Ian! I hadn't seen him since high school. oh, I had such a crush on him. He was a junior when I started high school and he made it a point to flirt with me. He had an amazing body which was a product of playing soccer for our high school. We had met while trying out for the team. He told me we should meet later that night in his room. That night I got ready and put on something a bit more sexier than what Ian used to see me in high school. I put on a tight red dress with red high heels. it complemented my curly, dirty blond hair and my nipple were visible through the thin layer of material that covered them. I started walking to his dorm and got hot and wet just thinking about what was going to happen. 

When I got to his room he greeted me and introduced me to a couple of his friends. Then we went back into his room. We talked about what we did over the summer and stupid things that you talk about to catch up. When I got up to put some music on, he came behind and embraced me. He whispered in my ear, "I want to." 

It was what he used to do to me and it sent chills throughout my body. My nipples got hard and it suddenly felt hot, my knees going weak. His hands brushed across my tanned shoulder, letting the dress slip off my body. He bit and licked my neck as he started rubbing my nipples. I reached behind me and put my hand on his stiff dick. I rubbed it slowly up and down, applying a bit more pressure with each stroke. Somehow we made it to his bed and he laid me down. 

He gave me little kisses and when he finally licked my pussy, even though I had a thong on, I almost had an orgasm right there. He started slowly licking my clit, up and down, but he wouldn't take off my underwear. I thought I was going to explode when he finally did. He put 2 fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I was breathing harder each second and he picked up his pace. He replaced his thumb with his tongue and moans escaped my mouth. Oh, he knew just what to do at exactly the right time and soon enough, his fingers and lips were drenched in my cum. He kissed me and there was something erotic about tasting me on his tongue. 

It was his turn now. I let his member spring free from his boxers and massaged his balls. I slowly started licking his penis as he moaned, "oh, baby, please... " 

I could feel blood pulsing through out his monstrous cock. I sucked him until he was at the point of coming and I abruptly stopped. Confused, he looked up as a devilish smirk appeared on my face. Before he could do anything I sat on him and placed his rock hard cock into my aching pussy. I sat there for a moment, not doing anything and trying to take in the feeling that I was complete. That the void in my soul was filled. I slowly rocked back and forth. 

Slowly I started moving against his body as his one of his hands played with my clit and the other caressed my breast. Soon enough I had come and feel me tense up as my body shook from an orgasm was all it took for him to come. He exploded within me and I collapsed next to him, letting his member slide out of me. He held me and we slept joined until the sweet rays of the sun woke us the following morning.



Ian Samples Forbidden Fruit



Ian and Josh's families had been next door neighbors from the time both boys had been born.  And for as long as both boys could remember, their families had been close friends, often vacationing together in the summer, or taking ski trips together in the winter.  The boys had played on the same sports teams, gone to the same schools, and shared many close experiences with one another, as good friends do over the years.  Now, as they were about to graduate from high school, the boys looked forward to spending one last summer together before heading off to different colleges in the fall.  

One thing that Ian remembered clearly, even from when he was a young boy, was the incredible crush he had on Marie Sommers, Josh's mom.  While Marie was the same age as Ian's mom, now forty-three, she had always maintained an appearance that made people think that she was much younger than her actual years.  In fact, Ian mused as a high school senior, that Josh's mom really looked almost like she could be Josh's sister, and not his mother.  Her hair was the same soft sandy color that it had always been.  Her skin was soft and smooth, and her face was absolutely beautiful, he thought.  But what also made Marie appear so young, Ian believed, was her incredibly youthful figure.  Her  breasts were full, and not sagging in the least.  Ian envied Mr. Sommers, because his wife had a better set of breasts than most high school girls Ian knew.  What's more, Marie had a really beautiful ass that Ian stole glances at whenever he had the chance.  And her long, slender legs were perfectly shaped in Ian's mind.  

Ian never mentioned the crush he had on Marie to Josh.  That was something he was afraid Josh would think was too weird:  for his best friend to have a thing for his mother.  Nevertheless, Ian thought that Josh had to know that all the guys in school thought Josh's mother was a babe.  In fact, they still kidded Josh about how young and attractive his mother looked.  

But even as Ian started dating, and eventually had his first relationships with girls, he still day dreamed about what it would be like to have sex with Marie.  She frequently was the main character in his fantasies as he masturbated himself, imagining that he was really fucking his best friend's mother.  

Ian had had a steady girlfriend for the last year and a half, and they had been having sex for most of that time.  While Ian and Jen cared very much for one another, they both knew that theirs was not going to be a permanent relationship.  Ian and Jen made a handsome couple; they were both popular, athletic, very good looking, and very horny.  Jen had a wonderful body, which Ian had carefully explored many times over that past year or so with his hands, mouth, and cock.  

Ian loved sex with Jenny, and she loved sex with him.  He was tall, about six foot two, lean, and had a very muscular and defined body, and he had a fantastic cock.  In fact, most of her friends thought she was lying about the size of Ian's pleasure rod.  She had never measured it, but Jenny was sure that it had to be at least nine inches long, and it was really very thick.  But, best of all, Ian's cock was always as hard as steel when they fucked.  She hoped that whatever guy she eventually married would have equipment like Ian's.  What Jenny also liked about Ian was the fact that he always did his best to make certain that she was satisfied.  He seemed able to stay hard for as long as she needed him to, even if he had cum well before her own climax.  What's more, Ian also liked fucking in a bunch of different positions.  Jenny had had sex with only one guy before Ian, and Ian was definitely way better at it than her first had been.

For her part, Marie Sommers had been happily married to her husband Doug for twenty years, and she knew that the changes that would take place in her life because Josh was about to go to college would take some adjusting on her part.  The house would be subdued without Josh.  His younger sister, who was fifteen, was much quieter than her brother, and Marie's husband's job caused him to travel frequently, leaving her alone at home with the kids.  Marie understood that Doug only worked as hard as he did because he wanted to provide a very comfortable living for his family.  But, it seemed as though he was never home.  Further, over the past several years, their sex life had tapered off significantly

Marie couldn't believe that her son had grown up so quickly, and that he would soon be leaving for college.  And, she knew that she would miss seeing Ian around as well.   She had watched as both her son and Ian had grown from infancy to adulthood, and the transformation in them was amazing to her.  Both boys were strong, and handsome, and charming young men now.   

Marie really enjoyed Ian.  She had to admit to herself that he had  grown from a really cute little boy into a remarkably handsome young man, who had really filled out and physically developed, especially in the last two to three years.  When she looked at him now, she saw a tall, lean, but very muscular, very handsome teenager with shaggy black hair, and not the cute little boy of years gone by. She recalled, smiling to herself that for the longest time Ian had had a crush on her when he was in middle and junior high.  But now, he had moved on to women his own age.  

Her thoughts were interrupted as Josh and Ian barged through the kitchen door in search of something to eat.  They were home early from school because, as it was almost the end of the year, sports were all over now.    "Hey Mom," Josh said.  

"Hi guys. What's going on?"

"Hi, Mrs. S."  Ian added.

"Nothing.  What's for supper, Mom, and I have orientation at the university the week right after graduation."  Josh did not wait for a reply about supper before telling his mother about the orientation.

"We're ordering take out, and I thought that your orientation was in late July."

"They called to ask if I could do it earlier, cuz late July is really full.  So I said, 'sure'.

"Well, you realize that your graduation party will be the day after you get back.  And you also realize that your sister and father are both away that week as well?  Perfect, I will have to do all the running around for your party myself.  Thanks, Josh."  Marie said, kidding her son.

"I'll help you with anything you need, Mrs. S."  Ian offered, as he put his arm around her shoulders and giving her a gentle hug, then letting his arm stay wrapped around her shoulder. She was wearing a sleeveless, v neck top that showed just enough cleavage to ignite Ian's  usual musings about her.  Her top fit tightly, and highlighted her trim torso and thin waist.  Ian looked down onto her breasts, trying not to be too obvious.  He loved the sights.  And, he loved touching her, she made him so horny, and she had no clue he thought.    

Marie smiled at Ian, thanking him and telling him that she might just take him up on the offer. She saw his quick check out glance, and she smiled to herself, happy that young men still liked her appearance well enough to check her out.   She felt Ian's strength as he hugged her.  Ian was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that fit his sculpted torso snugly.  His biceps were bulging nicely, and his body next to hers felt hard and tight. She looked to the floor and could see his moderately hairy legs, exposed by his baggy shorts.  His thigh muscles were well defined, as were his calf muscles.  And, he had a pleasant masculine smell about him.  He was kidding with her, but she liked it.   "He is such a nice kid, and such a stud as well," Marie mused.  

"But I think I have it covered Ian.  All I need is for everyone to show up when they are supposed to........like the landscapers, the house cleaners, the caterers, etc.  My family doesn't realize all that I coordinate for them."    Ian squeezed her shoulder once more, feeling a tingle in his stomach and abdomen.  He loved her soft and feminine feel.  And he loved touching her every chance he got.  What he really wanted to do was get his hands on her tits and ass, his lips on hers, his tongue deep in her mouth, and most of all, his cock deep inside her moist and, he imagined, tight pussy.  It was a day dream he dreamt many times.  Hugging her once in a while like this was the closest thing to there for him, and he would take it.

"Really, Mrs. S.  I'll be around if you need any help at all."  He flashed his handsome smile at Marie, and let go of her shoulder.  

She looked into his finely chiseled face and was struck by his youthfulness, his masculinity.  "When did this happen?" She wondered. In a strange way, Marie was turned on by the joking teenager.  She knew how nicely he had defined his body through his hard work at the gym.  She wondered just briefly what his cock was like.  It would be perfect for him if he were well endowed.  Then, she thought, somewhat disgusted with her line of thinking, that a large cock would make him the perfect young man, and she imagined in her mind what he would look like totally naked, with his large cock hanging loose.  Marie blushed inwardly at her thoughts.   

The boys turned their attention to snacking, and then they both went out back to swim and hang out.  Marie checked them out a couple of times, thinking again that things were about to change for these life long friends as a new chapter would open to each of them in their lives.  She felt somewhat nostalgic, but her thoughts were interrupted as she saw Ian emerge from the pool with his shorts hanging low on his hips, exposing a dark trail of hair from his navel to his crotch area. 

While his crotch was covered, her mind again wondered what was lurking behind those baggy wet shorts. She thought she could see the outline of his package pushed against his wet shorts.  Her conscience chastised her for having these thoughts.  Then, Ian turned toward the pool again, unaware that he was being watched.  His ass crack was prominently featured by the drooping shorts, and Marie found herself beginning to gush as she spied Ian's perfect little butt.  His upper body was nearly perfectly shaped.  His thick neck sat on broad and nicely muscled shoulders.  His pecs were tight, well defined, and had quarter shaped dark nipples.  His abs were so well chiseled and tapered into a thin, but very tight waist area.  Marie was certain Ian would be a main attraction once at college.  

Graduation came and passed quickly, and just like that the Sommers house was empty, save for Marie.  The phone call from Marie's landscaper came early on Monday morning, and she knew when she heard his voice that the news was not going to be good.  In fact, he told her that two of his crew had quit the previous Friday, and he would not be able to get to her yard during the week as planned.  Marie begged, pleaded, all to no avail.  What was she going to do with Josh's party set for the weekend, and her yard desperately in need of a makeover?  Marie immediately thought of Ian, and she called Nancy, his mother.  

"Marie, you realize that you are Ian's savior, don't you.  He has been begging his father and me for the last five days not to make him come with us when we bring Meghan to summer camp and spend the rest of the week at the lake.  We told him we were not going to leave him home alone.  Of course, he thinks that we should trust him not to do any of the stuff most teens do.  But our concern was that he would either have a huge party, or worse – get Jenny pregnant, or both.  But, if you don't mind having him stay with you at night, I am sure he will be more than happy to do all the landscaping you need, and anything else at that."

"Nancy, I can't tell you what a life saver you are.  Ian will be fine here, and I'll do my best to make sure he doesn't become a father in the next five days.  I'll just tell him that if he wants to spend time with Jen, he'll have to do it here.  He'll be okay with that, I think."

"Oh, believe me, Marie, he'll be more than okay with anything that allows him not to come with us for the week.  I'll let him know the good news when he gets home from the gym.   We are leaving after rush hour tonight, so he can start working today if you want."

"Sure, just send him over when he gets in, and I'll put him to work."

Ian was elated at how things had worked out.  No trip with his parents.  He could stay home and work for Marie.  He could see Jen.  And, he could feast his eyes on Marie as well.  "Life is good!" He thought to himself with a smile as he walked into the Sommers' back yard only to see Marie in shorts and a halter top, planting flowers.  Ian felt his heart skip and his abdomen stir as she stood to face him with a smile.  As he looked at Marie, he thought to himself: "There's no way she's my mother's age. She is so freakin' hot."  He found it hard not to stare at her beautifully full breasts as he faced her.  For her part, Marie saw Ian look her up and down, and she smiled inwardly, somewhat flattered that this young stud seemed to always be checking her out.

He hugged her tightly, telling her that she saved him from what promised to be a completely miserable week.  "Ian, you have no idea how lucky I am to have you to do this yard work.  The landscaper called this morning and told me he would not be able to be here.  So, just as you are thrilled, believe me, so am I. And, I promise not to work you too hard, or be unpleasantly strict as your babysitter.  I hope you don't regret not going with your parents, because I am sure Josh has told you what a pleasure I am to live with." She said with a smile.

Ian smiled his handsome smile at Marie.  His long and thick black hair, his deeply blue eyes, and his unshaven face made him so handsome to look at.  "Mrs. S., believe me, I know how good Josh has it.   I promise you, I will be perfect for my baby sitter this week. And I know that I am going to love every minute being here."

Marie reviewed with Ian all that needed to be done in the coming days before Josh's graduation party on Saturday.  Ian immediately got to work on edging and weeding the flower beds.  The early June heat caused him to strip down to only his shorts and work boots.  And, Marie found herself checking out her handsome young landscaper quite often, thinking that he must be delighted to be able to see his girl friend after all this week.  And she knew that Jenny would love having her hot boyfriend close by as well.  

After a couple of hours, Marie got cold drinks for Ian and herself, and told him he had to take a break.  When Ian joined her at the table by the pool, Marie noticed that his shoulders and chest were already pretty red from working in the sun without any protection.  

"Ian, you're going to be burned like a lobster if you don't put on some sunscreen.  Let me get some for you."  She went to the screen porch, where she kept the cream and handed it to Ian.  "This should do the trick.  I don't want to be responsible for your being in pain later on today."   

"I'll get to it in a little bit.  I need to wash my hands."  Ian held up his two hands, which were pretty dirty from the yard work, and he smiled at his pretty boss.  Then he took a long drink of the iced tea that Marie had poured for him.  

"Okay, I'll put it on for you.  Something tells me that you will forget to do it, and later today the damage will be done.  Why don't you just stand up for a minute?"

Ian was only too happy to comply as Marie squirted some of the cream onto her hands and began applying it to his back.  It was a strange and exhilarating feeling for her to massage the cream onto Ian's body.   His back was smoothly muscled and tight.  She took note of his broad and thick shoulders, and the narrow and tight waist.  As she spread the cream near his waist, she noted that it looked as though he did not have any underwear on, under his baggy shorts.  She was careful to get the cream to the belt line of the shorts, and found it tempting to slip the tips of her fingers under the loose beltline, and feel what she could see of his cute butt.  But, she resisted.  

"Mrs. S. That feels soooooooo good."  Ian said playfully.  "Can you keep doing it?"  He turned to face her with his smile, and he continued to sip from his glass.  "You're going to do my front too, aren't you?" He teased.

"Don't worry, Ian.  I've applied a lot of sun screen to kids and adults alike.  You'd be complaining later, just like Josh does, if you ended up burned today.  I want to get at least another couple of good days out of you."  And with that, Marie began applying the cream to the base of Ian's neck, then his shoulders and upper arms.  His neck was fairly thick, and his shoulders were nicely shaped and smooth.  His biceps were surprisingly large Marie thought. And, they were hard.  

When she moved to his chest, Marie felt self conscious, and she felt her abdomen getting excited as she felt Ian's tightly defined chest, his nipples, and then his rippled abdomen.  She loved the smooth, hard feel of his body, and she actually sensed that Ian was loving every minute of this.  Marie spent an extra few seconds applying cream to the sides of his torso, just because she liked feeling the lines of his hard body.   And, the extra time spent was not lost on Ian.  He suspected that she was enjoying herself, because it seemed to him that she was a little more intent on the rubbing than she needed to be. 

For his part, the soft touch of Marie's hands on his back set his loins in a turmoil.  But when she faced him and applied the lotion, the combination of her touch and seeing her beautiful body in front of him caused his cock to begin to swell.  He let it go though.  He almost wanted her to know the effect she had on him.  

And as Marie was rubbing her hands up and down Ian's nicely defined, youthful body, she did notice that his crotch area was  beginning to protrude.  She couldn't believe it, but the thought occurred to her how nice it would be to continue to massage his taut, masculine body, right to his crotch.  Marie figured she would give the sassy teen a little of his own medicine, and she let her fingers deliberately go inside the waist of his shorts, feeling below the exposed area.  In fact, she felt the thin trail of black hair, which she had seen on him a week earlier, that traveled from his naval to his crotch area.  Ian was surprised by her action, and he jumped just a bit in surprise.  

Marie smiled broadly at her neighbor, "Oh, sorry Ian.  Did I tickle you?"

Ian knew that she was teasing him, and smiled back.  "You're pretty funny, Mrs. S.  And, yeah, you did."  And now Ian knew that his growing penis was pushing noticeably against his cargo shorts.

"Okay Ian, I think you're set for the afternoon.  You'll thank me later for this."   And she moved back to her chair, while massaging the excess cream into her hands.  Marie resumed her seat, and sipped her iced tea, stealing a glance at Ian's shorts, surprised that what she had just done had actually excited the boy.  

Ian resumed his seat and finished his glass.  Now his cock was throbbing under his shorts, and his hormones were raging.  Looking at Marie with her halter top and full breasts only served to harden his member even more.  Ian knew he had to wait this erection out.  Marie helped him out by getting his mind off of what had just happened.

"I have to say that I am impressed with the amount of work you have done in just the past two hours.  I think you work faster than two of my landscaper's crew together.  And, what you have done looks great, Ian.  Tomorrow, the mulch will be delivered, and I'll bet you will be able to get most of it done at the rate you work. But, I really don't want you to strain yourself.  We have four more days to get it done.  And, I am sure you want to spend some of that time with Jenny."  

Ian thanked her.  He knew he worked efficiently, and he did want to have at least a full day to maybe go to the beach with Jenny.  "Thanks, Mrs. S.  I think we'll be done in plenty of time.  And, yeah, I think if it's all done early, I'd like to spend some time with Jenny.  She didn't know I was staying home, so she and some of her girl friends made plans for tonight.  And I didn't want her to cancel them for me, so I told her we could connect tomorrow.  I'll probably go to her place tomorrow after we're finished here, if that's ok with you."