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My Summer Vacation Ch. 01

By: Harlequin2121



It was my first week back home from school for the summer and I was already bored. Sure, college was tough and there were classes and tests and homework but there was also always stuff to do and as I lounged out on my little plastic flotation device... thing in our pool in the backyard, I began to fear that this was exactly how my summer was gonna be going.

This past year had been kind of a rough one. My girlfriend Monica and I had broken up over spring break, having been together since eighth grade. We were that couple you saw in high school where you never saw the one without the other and they practically blended into one person. I realize that couple probably annoyed the shit out of you, and Monica and I certainly did that to all our single friends but... you know, we were happy. When college came last fall we thought that even though our schools were a four hour drive apart we'd make it. I mean, if any couple could do the long distance we figured it would be us. It worked for a little while, we'd drive up to each other's schools when we could, but eventually come March of this year we realized we were only kidding ourselves and ended it.

It's weird to be alone for the first time after having been with someone so long. I mean, not only was she the first girl I'd slept with, she was the first girl I'd *kissed*. After the break up I went to a few frat parties and hooked up with a few girls (nothing past second base) but it didn't end up making me feel all that much better. I thought I'd be looking forward to some time home, but it turned out that wasn't helping as much as I thought.

My misery with interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone which sat on the nearby patio table. With a sigh I jumped off my floaty water bed thing (seriously, what do you call those?) and answered it, knowing perfectly well it'd just be my best friend (and college roommate) Nick. It was.

"Hey Matt, what are you doing?"

I shrugged, "Not really anything, just hanging out in the pool."

"Cool. Can I come over? I just saw my Dad get out of the hedge clippers and I have this sneaking suspicion he's going to try to get me to help him."

I chuckled, "Sure man. I could use some company."

"Oh, you're not still whining about Monica are you?"

"Dude, I'm not whining..."

"You're majorly whining," I heard Nick groan, "Seriously, Matt, what's wrong with you? You're nineteen years old, there's every fucking girl on the planet out there for you. Don't get me wrong, man, Monica was hot, but... you guys first slept together when you were what, sixteen? Everything after that it's just three years of wasted time."

"Such a sentimentalist, Nick. I'll see you in a few."

Nick lived only a block away so he was here within the next five minutes and we spent the next hour or so just chilling in the pool. Nick was trying to get me energized about the possibilities before me now that I was single by discussing at length his various sexual exploits (which I didn't really need restated for me, as I said... we were roommates.)

"So, seriously, Matt, here's what we're going to do. Tomorrow night Ryan Fisher's having a party at his place for all the people from our senior class as a kind of reunion thing, and I know for a fact there's going to be some hot girls there. I mean, dude, what about Karen Fitzgerald? Remember her from AP Calc? Was she hot or what? And I totally remember her being into you."

"Karen? She was such a ditz."

Nick rolled his eyes, "Well, I didn't realize IQ was a must in this situation."

"I just like girls with a bit more substance to them. You know, like Monica. I like someone I can have a future with."

"Oh, okay, well what about Amber Piemetti? She'll be there. She goes to school with us at BC so that's something you can pursue."

I shook my head, "Nah, man, remember? You introduced us and I almost hooked up with her at Harrison's party the week before finals."

"Well why did you only *almost* hook up with her?"

I gave Nick a look, "'Cause she has herpes, Nick!"

"How do you know?"

"She told me."

"Oh... well... how was I supposed to know that?"

"You gave them to her!"

Nick gave a half-smile, "Well, hey, it was her birthday."

Before I could respond, probably to inform Nick about how disgusting he was the kitchen door slid open and my little sister, Kim walked out in flip-flops and a big pink towel wrapped around her. Kim was a year younger than me and had a lot of graduation parties she'd been going to this week and so I'd barely seen her since I came home.

"Hey, how long are you guys going to be using the pool?"

"I don't know. A while?" I answered.

Kim sighed, "Well, can you hurry up? I'm going out in a few hours and I've been wanting to use the pool all day. You never do anything at night anyway, why don't you use it after I'm done?"

At this I was a little offended, "Hey, I do stuff at night."

"Yeah," Nick backed me up, "Tomorrow night we're going to Ryan Fisher's party."

Kim raised her eyebrows, "Oh really?"

I glared at her, "Why do you look so surprised? You don't think I go to parties? I go to parties all the time!"

Kim laughed, "Oh, no, no, I would never doubt that you're a major partier, Matt" she gave me a sarcastic wink, "I just thought it would be awkward for you 'cause I'm sure Monica'll be there."

Shit. That thought hadn't even occurred to me. Monica was friends with everyone, of course she was gonna be there. "Yeah, uh, Nick? I don't think I'm gonna go tomorrow night."

Nick gave Kim a look, "Nice going. Don't you ever want your brother to get over her? Just for that, we're not leaving the pool."

"Whatever. Then I'm coming in."

As she unwrapped her pink towel I felt Nick nudging me in the side. 

"What?"

"Dude, when did your sister get so hot?" he hissed at me.

I looked up at her and couldn't deny I was pretty impressed. She wore a fairly skimpy two piece pink bikini and had a body that could only be described as tight. I knew she did cheerleading and stuff but didn't realize it would have given her that much of a workout 'cause every inch of her body was toned and... well... hot. Her breasts were nicely shaped and perky and if my amateur eye had to put a cup size to them, I'd settle on 34 B. As she took off her rubber band and let her long blonde hair down as she slowly sauntered in to the water I wasn't quite sure what to think. Had she always been like this? I mean, I knew she was cute but I mean, I had seen her just a few months ago and I didn't remember her looking like this. Of course what I had seen her in had probably not been so revealing.

Finally I realized I had to say something in response to what Nick said but all I could come up with was "Shut up."

We splashed around in the pool for a bit. Eventually we were playing, kind of as a game that all three of us were fighting for my plastic floating raft thing and anytime anyone would get on it, one of the other two would push them off. Eventually there was a time where Kim was on it and I sort of flipped up the raft from underneath her 'cause both to sink into the water. When she came up she was clutching the raft behind her and swimming with her feet towards the other side of the pool. I followed her over and kind of pushed her up against the wall of the pool with my body as I reached around trying to grab the raft. Kim laughed and screamed as my torso and pelvis kind of held her in place while I reached for the raft. Her reaction seemed to be that of the typical younger sister being tormented by her brother, and at first mine was the same, but then I started realizing how good her wet skin was feeling against my hands as I grabbed for the raft. Finally with a bit of horror I realized my body had been responding to the situation as well and that I was rock hard. I kind of jumped back.

"Alright, you can have it. I think I'm getting out."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." I looked over and saw Nick with an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed at the shallow end of the pool. My stomach lurched, in all the fun with Kim I completely forgot he was there.

"Matt, how about we go out and get something to eat and leave the pool to Kim?" Nick suggested with a look that suggested that what he really wanted to do was ask me what the fuck that was all about

"Uh, yeah, okay," I said, "Let me just dry off."

Fifteen minutes later I was sitting at a McDonald's booth undergoing a serious grilling by Nick.

"Dude, what the hell was that?"

"What?"

"Um... you were pretty much fucking your sister there in the pool."

I tried to brush it aside, "If what I was doing is the kind of fucking you've been up to then maybe you're not quite the player you think you are."

"Look, Matt, we've been best friends a long time. Be straight with me. Are you telling me that your messing around with her in the pool this afternoon was completely platonic on your end? Honestly?"

I threw down my chicken nuggets in annoyance, "Well it's your fault! Going on about how hot she is!"

"'Going on'? I made one comment and... that's actually okay because she's not *my* sister."

"Look, what's the big deal? It's not like anything happened."

Nick nodded as he took a sip of milk shake, "And that's good if you don't want your kids to be born with flippers."

"It's just... I mean, it's hard you know? I haven't been with anyone since Monica and there's a turn on in knowing that I'm not supposed to be thinking these kind of things. I mean, okay, you only have brothers and... I've seen your mom, but do you have any like... attractive cousins? And like... even though you know you shouldn't, you find yourself being turned on by them, and that makes them even hotter?"

Nick nervously stuffed a handful of fries in mouth as he mumbled, "No."

"Fess up, Nick. I told you what I thought about Kim."

Swallowing the fries, Nick gave a small sigh. "Alright, fine. But you have to swear you're never going to tell anyone about this."

"I swear."

"Okay... one time, about a year ago... I hooked up with a cousin of mine."

"You HOOKED UP with your cousin?!"

"Dude! Shut up!" Nick hissed, looking conspiratorially around the nearly empty McDonald's.

"Sorry, sorry!" I said hastily, "But what happened?"

"It was at my cousin Danny's wedding. My family has never been really all that close with Danny's side but my parents still wanted us to come anyway. When we got there I saw Danny's younger sister Imogene for the first time in like... five, maybe six years."

"Imogene?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know but whatever, her name didn't make her any less hot."

"What's she look like?"

Nick thought for a moment, "Ooh! Okay, you know the actress Eliza Dushku?"

"Sure."

"Like that but... more so. Anyways, the wedding was boring but afterwards a bunch of us snuck a bottle of champagne and went out back to hang out. It was me, her and then a bunch of random teens I didn't know, we were the oldests. Eventually the group thinned out as people got bored just drinking and doing nothing so people went in until it was just left with me and her.... we had been drinking a lot and one thing lead to another..."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Nah, I totally would have but I didn't think to bring any protection to my brother's wedding and even in my drunken stupor I realized I didn't want to risk any illegitimate flipper children."

"Plus the herpes," I pointed out.

"Dude, that's another thing you can maybe share a little less," Nick said, "Anyway, she just sucked me off it didn't go any further than that... but yeah, I'll admit, it was the fact that we weren't supposed to that made it was cool as it was."

"See, then you see what I mean?"

"I guess," Nick said, "But a cousin's way less severe than a sister. All I'm saying, man, is be careful."

"Easier said than done, you know all I'm going to be able to think about now is hooking up with Kim now."

Nick kind of shrugged, "If it makes you feel any better, Matt, I'm thinking about that too."

After dinner Nick dropped me off back at my place. I called out to see if anyone was there until I saw a note on the kitchen table from Mom saying she had gone over to my older sister Courtney's to babysit my niece and nephew. The moment I knew I was alone I headed upstairs with the intention to jack off like I never have before. Between Kim and Nick's story about Imogene I thought I was going to explode. I put the toilet seat down, grabbed some lotion and was about ready to settle in when I noticed through the nearby window that Kim was still down there swimming. I debated whether it might be just safer to jack off and go out rather than go down and join her, but Nick's story had seized me with a newfound sense of boldness. And I whipped off my shirt and pants, figured I'd just use my boxers as swim trunks and headed out to the pool. 

Kim looked up as the kitchen door slide open and I walked out. "Oh, are you guys back?"

"Just me," I said, "Nick went home. I thought you said you were going out tonight?"

"Yeah, but not for another couple hours."

I hopped in the pool and we swam around for a bit, not really saying much. Finally Kim hopped onto the plastic raft (I'm going to go with 'raft' for the duration) with a sly smile. Now, the raft had previously been floating here in the pool so had I wanted I could have taken it as we swam around for the past hour or so, but I thought pretending to want it would be a good place to get myself near her and touching her again. I was a little surprised at where my mind was at, I mean... the past few months I hadn't wanted to screw anyone and now all I wanted was to fuck my little sister. In my mind though, I knew that was completely unlikely to happen. I don't think I was really expecting anything more than maybe another more recent encounter with which to later jack off too. 

I swam towards her and this time grabbed her on both sides of her waist in a gentle and yet still.. firm matter and lifted her off the raft and into the water. Before I could head over to the raft she had grabbed me from behind and was trying, fairly unsuccessfully, to drag me away. Feeling her hands rubbing against my chest and abs was just too much and I grabbed each wrist by mind and sort of twisted around and pushed her against the side of the pool. She was laughing in the cute way she had been earlier as we struggled and I eventually had my body pressed up against hers, with her back at the edge of the pool... it was then were my body gave me away. Without meaning too I felt my pelvis sort of thrust into her as though we were dry (although... since we were in water, not really) humping. At this her laughter stopped abruptly and her eyes widened.

"What the hell was that?" she asked me.

"Nothing," I said, as I fought against the instinct to thrust again.

"Matt, I think I need to go inside."

At this point my four months celibate body kind of took over. As she tried to lift herself up to get up I pushed her against the pool again and thrusted my dick againsr her again and then a third time. The motion was clearly having an effect on her that she didn't want to admit and her eyes sort of fluttered closed for a moment before she said "Matt, get off of me."

My mind was gone to lust. "Kim, you're so fucking hot," I hissed into her ear as I pressed my body harder against hers. I then began to kiss the side of her neck, and I brought my left hand up to slowly massage her breast.

This was more than Kim could allow, she pushed my hand away and nearly shouted "Get the fuck off me, you fucking freak."

I had a choice at that moment. Stop, apologize and hope for the best or decide it was too late and I was fucked anyway and just go for it.

My dick chose for me. I firmly pressed my right hand over her mouth so she couldn't shout again and my left hand lifted up her bikini top to expose her moderately sized and incredibly perky tits. My mouth immediately went for her left one, getting almost all of it into my mouth and running my tongue around her hard round nipple. I felt her continue to struggle but nothing was going to keep me from this so I just pressed my body harder against her and clamped my hand harder against her mouth as I continued to suck her tits. 

Eventually I felt her begin to relax and since I wanted to my right hand free to massage her other breast I moved my hand away from her mouth slowly and immediately moved it to her breast. Immediately I heard her moan a soft "Fuck..." as I continued to work her tits and I realized I had her. I moved my mouth away from her tit and just about clamped it onto her mouth, my tongue ravenously exploring hers. As we continued to make out I slowly moved my left hand from her breast down under the water to her thin bikini bottom. 

She abruptly grabbed at my wrist and broke our kiss saying said "No, Matt, we can't. That's too far."

At that point, however, I honestly didn't give a shit what she thought she wanted as I moved my hand under the thin fabric and sunk my fingers into her pussy.

She moaned as she felt my fingers enter her but after a moment she began to try to pull herself away again saying "No... Matt... this is wrong, we can't do this. Please just stop, okay?"

"Shut the fuck up, Kim" I hissed at her, before moving my mouth back to one of her tits, "This is going to happen whether you want it or not and it seems as if you want it..."

I wanted her so fucking much I couldn't even stand it. To ram my cock into her pussy and hear her scream out in pain and beg me to continue, I needed this sick and twisted forbidden fucking. Whether it was just because all I had was gentle "love-making" sex with Monica or whether it was just because of how god-damn hot Kim was, I don't know but nothing or no one was going to keep me from fucking her right there and then.

Or so I thought. For at that moment I heard the garage door open up. Mom must already be home. At that moment the only thing that outweighed how much I wanted than to commit incest with my little sister was my desire to not be *caught* by my mom committing incest with my little sister. Kim moved her bathing suit back into place and she and I just stood there in the shallow end of the pool, our breathing rapid and our eyes locked onto each other. Would she tell? She had fought me at first and even towards the end but it was clearly her body was into it. 

We heard the door in the kitchen open as our mother walked in. "Matt? Kim?" she called.

I was able to give Kim one last pleading look before she turned her head toward the house. "Mom, we're in the pool. Come out here."

TO BE CONTINUED

My Summer Vacation Ch. 01



I left on vacation with a girlfriend. I needed some time away from Vin and his sex games. Which is not to say I didn't want to play. I was pinching Mariana's nipple right now in the cab. She pulled the strap down on her dress and I dipped my head to suck the nipple I had teased to hardness. 

The taxi driver was watching us in his rearview mirror. 

"Don't crash us," Mariana said. "Pull over and you can watch." 

We were still not into the city so there were abandoned lots and such. He pulled in and turned around to watch. I was still sucking though I had slipped one hand under Mariana's dress. There were no panties to impede my fingers as they found her wet slick pussy waiting. I teased her lips and dipped a finger in to rub her clit every now and then but we had hours until we had to be in the city. 

I raised my head and kissed her. She was a beautiful blond and we had met at Maxx's. She was one of his video girls too. I watched her perform sometimes, usually with one hand in my pants. 

But she was all mine for the next few days. 

I slipped both straps down on her dress and cupped both her generous tits in my hands. She began unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my even more generous breasts. The taxi driver made a sound. 

We rubbed our tits together, moaning as our nipples rubbed each other. Our tongues were in each other's mouths too. I wanted one thing, to get my skirt and panties off. My cunt needed touching badly. It was tingling with need. 

I pulled away from her and pulled my skirt above my waist and then I yanked my panties down and off, throwing them toward the driver's open window. He caught them and brought them to his nose. 

I lay back on the seat with my legs apart and opened my arms for Mariana to come to me. We kissed and kissed until we were both breathless and too excited not to do more. 

Mariana scooted won in the seat and smiled up at me as she blew cool air on my hot pussy. She reached a hand out and parted my nether lips. "Mmmm, so wet and shiny already." She ran her finger along the crevice from clit to my asshole, slipping the tip of her finger into the tiny hole. 

"Yes!" I arched against her hand, wanting more. She ran her finger along my wet pussy until it was glistening too and then she slipped more of it into my ass. She dipped head and found my clitoris as she finger fucked my asshole very slowly. I knew I'd not last another minute this way but I really didn't care much.

I glanced at the driver. His eyes were glued to my cunt and I could see his hand moving. He was enjoying this as much as I was. 

I came hard and fast when she slipped two fingers into my pussy as she kept fucking my ass. Double penetration had always made me come very quickly and very intensely. She kept fucking even after my spasms of pleasure had subsided a bit. 

"That was amazing, baby. I always forget how crazy you make me," I whispered as she lapped my juices up and just kept fingering. 

The constant stimulation got me ready again in a few moments and I rode a second wave of pleasure to another intense orgasm. When I stopped trembling, Mariana pulled her fingers free and licked them clean then smiled at me as she lay back and spread her legs. 

I reached into my bag and found the double penetration vibrator that I bought just for the trip. I was going to get both of her holes too. I could tell that the driver was pulling his pants down. 

I got down between her legs to have a taste of her before I fucked her. She was always so sweet and sticky and I loved eating her out. I ran my tongue from cunt to asshole several times, wetting what was not wet and tasting her different flavors. 

She grinned at the toy. "For me?" 

"I know how you love them. I got it new for our trip." 

"So sweet," she murmured as I rubbed both heads over her pussy to wet them then slipped them into her eager holes. 

She groaned. "Oh fuck, Annie!" 

I did. I rammed them all the way into both her pussy and her ass and she screamed my name. Mariana liked it hard and I wanted her to have what she wanted. I leaned over to lick her clit while I fucked her hard over and over. She arched top meet my every thrust. 

"I'm cumming!" she cried out. Mariana was also quite loud and I loved that about her too. I kept fucking until she was still then I slowly removed the toys. I pulled out some other ones. I slipped two thick dildos into her pussy after I lubed them a little and a fat plug into her ass. I began to move the dildos in opposition, one going in as the other came out until she was grunting with every thrust. Then I began to ram them both in at the same time. 

"FUCKKKK!" She screamed again and again. 

We had stopped paying attention to the driver until the door opened and he stood naked except for a condom. I helped him in and sat down in his lap, taking him into me as Mariana got up and moved over to caress my tits. He reached up and grabbed them too, squeezing them hard as she teased my nipples. I felt her other hand on my ass then I felt a finger slide into me. 

"Yesssss," I hissed as I tightened my hold on the driver's cock. 

I slid off of him as soon I came one last time and we jerked his condom off and pushed him to the middle of the seat. I leaned down and took him into my hand. I dipped my mouth down and licked his head then I was joined by Mariana, who licked his balls and around the base. 

No man could stand that for long and soon, he was spewing cum all over our faces. We licked each other clean, dressed and made our flight in plenty of time. 

(tbc)



My Summer Vacation Ch. 01



I could feel her staring at me. She sat at the end of my driveway watching me untangle the jumbled mess of my fishing poles as I stood in my garage. She was cute as a button. Blonde hair in pigtails, sitting on her barbie doll bike with the training wheels keeping her upright. Her name is Elsie and I think she is four years old. But it was the first week of summer vacation and I have every intention of getting some fishing done. 

My name is Jason Ramsey. I'm twenty-seven years old, a college graduate and the 8th grade teacher at the parochial school that I'm an alumni of. I'm also the girls' basketball coach, not that I know anything about basketball. I moved back home with mom and dad early this year when my nasty divorce wiped me out financially. Thankfully, I have no children. Elsie is the daughter of my childhood friend Andrea, who just moved back home last month with her mom and dad after her husband supposedly beat her up. Andrea and I have not really spoken to each other since high school, when we kind of went our separate ways. She is two years younger than I am. We live on a dead end street, and when we were Elsie's age, this neighborhood had plenty of kids to play with. Now, it's an old folks' neighborhood. All of us grew up and are or were trying to start families of our own elsewhere. 

Elsie still watched me from the street, occasionally making a little circle on her bike only to stop in the same place and watch me again. Andrea moved to the big city after high school and got married. I never met her husband. Hearing the training wheels make their little circle again, I smiled to myself. I was taken back to a time when I was playing cops and robbers with my buddy Troy. We were both 5.

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Andrea sat on her bike in the street and watched us play. I was Jon, he was Ponch. Andrea's blonde hair was in pigtails, her training wheels keeping her bike upright. After a day of watching us, Troy-- I mean Ponch, decided she could be the robber and we'd chase after her on our bikes-- I mean motorcycles.

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Okay, so maybe I took a little longer to untangle my fishing poles. It was kind of cute having her watch me, and me taking a trip down memory lane. That act of allowing Andrea to play with us opened up the whole neighborhood of kids playing together. Some days we played cops and robbers, some days it was baseball or football, and some days it was house. Andrea was always my play wife. And then we grew up. And then we moved away. And then two of us moved back, and there was only Elsie, the only kid in the neighborhood.

"Hey Elsie." I shouted to her as she made another circle. "Can you come here a minute? I need some help." As I held up my untangled --- I mean tangled fishing poles. Elsie stopped in her tracks and looked at me wide eyed. Then, as fast as her little legs could pedal, she high-tailed it back to her house. I shook my head and chuckled to myself almost certain I scared her away for the summer. Within five minutes, I heard the training wheels again. This time, they stopped at the end of her driveway as I took my fishing poles and tackle box to my car.

"Hey Mister." Elsie shouted. "How do you know my name?"

"Well Elsie..." I replied. ..."I know your mother. Her and I used to be good friends."

"Momma says I shouldn't talk to strangers." Elsie stated.

"That's good advice Elsie. You should always listen to your mother." I replied. "My name is Mr. Ramsey. Your mother calls me Jason."

"Where are you going Mr. Ramsey?" Elsie inquired.

"Fishing." I replied. 

"Okay."Elsie shouted and waved. "Bye Mr. Ramsey."

I got in my car and went fishing. While drowning some worms, I thought about all those times during the summer when all of us kids got together and played. I felt bad for Elsie not having anyone to play with, but why am I so enamored with that little cutie pie right now? Maybe it's because I once considered her mom, Andrea, as the one who got away. We were best friends, planning on doing all sorts of things when I turned sixteen and got my driver's license. Those were big plans that never came to fruition. By the time Andrea got to high school, I was way too cool to be hanging out with a freshman. Four years later at her graduation party when she was 18 and I was 20, home from college, we drunkenly made out on the couch in her parents basement. I got my hand up her shirt and she got her hand down my pants. She got me off in my underwear but wouldn't let me go any further. Macho as I was, I ended up passing out and haven't spoken to her since. My fishing day ended up just being a day to drown worms, and I packed up my stuff and went home. I didn't see Elsie the rest of the day.

The next morning I was in the garage getting ready to cut the grass. I had the lawn mower fueled up and was checking the oil when I heard the training wheels stop at the end of the driveway. I looked up, smiled and gave Elsie a wave.

"Good Morning Mr. Ramsey" Elsie shouted. "Are you going fishing today?"

"Good Morning Elsie." I shouted back. "Not today. I have to cut the grass and change oil in my car." Elsie looked at me as if she was about to cry. Then, as fast as her little legs could pedal, she rushed back to her house and left me wondering what I said wrong. As I cut the lawn, I spotted Elsie again on her bike, but she wouldn't venture out into the street. She rode up and down her driveway and didn't pay any attention to what I was doing. When I got done, so did she and she went back into the house. I began to change the oil in my car and I heard the tell-tale signs of the training wheels on the pavement crossing the street. I peered out from underneath the car and saw her bike stop at the end of my driveway.

"Hey Elsie." I shouted. "Is that you?"

"Yes Mr. Ramsey." Elsie replied.

"Can you help me for a second?" I asked. Elsie hesitated for a brief moment then got off her bike and came over to where I was laying underneath the car. She squatted down and looked at me.

"What do you need help with Mr. Ramsey?" Elsie sweetly asked.

"Will you hold this so I don't lose it?" I asked her as I wiped the drain plug clean so she wouldn't get her hands dirty.

"Sure Mr. Ramsey." Elsie replied. "I can do that." 

"Thanks." I said as I put the clean drain plug in her hand. I went to the task of changing the oil answering the childlike questions she asked about what I was doing and why. When I took the plug out of her hands she wiped her hands on her pants asking me why I needed the screw. After I was finished I asked her how much I owed her for her help.

"I don't know Mr. Ramsey." Elsie said. "My momma said if you ask me to help you go fishing I could but not about anything else."

I laughed. "Oh is that why you ran away from me before?"

"Yeah." Elsie said. "But momma told me when I went back in the house that it's okay for me to help you if you ask me to."

"Well how about this Elsie. We have to make sure the oil is circulated so why don't you go ask your mom if I can take you for an ice cream cone since you helped me change the oil."

"Make sure the oil is cir...cir.." she struggled to say. "Can I just say I helped you and you're going to take me for ice cream?"

"Sure Elsie. That will be fine." I laughed.

"Okay Mr. Ramsey. " Elsie ran back to her bike and got on it. "Don't go anywhere. Wait for me." 

A few minutes later I heard the training wheels again and looked out from the garage to see Elsie anxiously trying to pedal her bike faster as Andrea walked beside her with Elsie's car seat. This is the first time I have actually seen Andrea since she came home. She was still good looking, a little heavier than I remember but wore her extra weight well. Her blonde hair was blowing freely in the wind curled down the sides of her face, legs that started from a pair of jean shorts with the cuffs turned up and ended in a pair of basic flip-flops. She had pink polish on her toenails, pink and white french manicured fingernails, and breasts that jutted from her chest in a modest t-shirt revealing no cleavage or midriff. She looked right at me through her Paris Hilton sunglasses. At least I think she was. She reminded me of the actress Kirsten Dunst with an extra 75 pounds.

"Hello Jason." Andrea said as she approached me. "It sure has been a long time hasn't it." I looked her up and down lingering on her toes for a second longer than I should have. "Here Elsie" she said as she handed the car seat to her. "You know how to buckle it in." She turned back to me. "School teacher need to be taught some manners? I said hello." she chuckled.

"Hello Andrea." I chuckled a little back. "Yes it has been a long time. Good to see you again. You're looking very good."

"Thanks." Andrea smiled. "You haven't done too bad for yourself either. Although I could lose a couple pounds." 

"Really Andrea, you look good. Care to join my little helper and I for an ice cream?" I asked.

"No thanks." Andrea replied. "Nice to see you again, Jason. Walk her home when you get back please?" Andrea gave Elsie a kiss on her hair. "Be good Elsie." 

"Bye mom." Elsie said as I watched those legs and feet walk away from me. They stopped for a brief second as Andrea bent down to pick up Elsie's bike. I looked up to see Andrea looking at me over the top of her sunglasses and she gave me a smirk and a flirty wave. 

"Bye Jason." Andrea said as she pushed up her sunglasses and walked back across the street.

As promised, Elsie had her ice cream for helping me, and had to tell me all about Grover and Elmo while doing it. As promised, I walked her home carrying her car seat for her. Elsie gave me a big thank you and a little hug before taking her car seat into the house. I didn't see her or Andrea for the rest of the day. 



My Summer Vacation Ch. 02



Okay, so... this continues where My Summer Vacation, Part 1 leaves off. Not sure why you'd be reading this one if you haven't read Part 1, so I'd suggest doing so. That way I don't have to recap and it's all good. I'll give you the last bit of Part 1 just to create some flow....

We heard the door in the kitchen open as our mother walked in. "Matt? Kim?" she called.

I was able to give Kim one last pleading look before she turned her head toward the house. "Mom, we're in the pool. Come out here."

I didn't know what to think. Was Kim really going to rat me out? My lust was pretty much gone now, and thinking clearly I realized that there really was no reason for her to not. She was pretty unwilling. There was no doubt about it, I was fucked and not at all in the way I wanted to be.

My mom opened the sliding doors and came out. My mom, who's name is Nicole, is 45 with light sandy brown hair. My mom's a definite knockout, and Kim definitely takes after her. (while me and my older sister Courteney have the darker complexion of our father, who died when we were kids) However there was definitely a little more meat on Mom's bones, not that she was overweight or anything, she looked great but she just wasn't 18 anymore. She was definitely curvier, with fuller breasts, (I'd assume something like 34 C?) and wider hips.

I know what you're thinking at this point. Sweet! Sexual description of the mom means we're going to be getting her in on the action. Well, don't get ahead of yourself just yet.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Mom asked.

I closed my eyes. This was it.

"Not much," Kim replied casually, "How were Kyle and Emma?"

"Great," Mom laughed, "I don't know why my daughter gets to have such well behaved kids and I got stuck with her and you two."

I opened my eyes. Wait... did that mean Kim wasn't going to say anything? She certainly wasn't going to wait until after casual conversation about my niece and nephew. Would she?

"So, I was going to get started on dinner. You kids hungry?"

"Actually, I gotta get changed. I'm going to a thing at Amy's tonight." Kim replied, as she headed to the pool's ladder.

I started to tell Kim to wait, as I wanted to discuss what had just happened but I realized there was no real way to do that with Mom right there, so I let Kim go in. With the idea I'd stay out here five minutes and then go upstairs and talk to her. 

Five or so minutes later, I dried off and came into the house headed immediately upstairs. However, Kim was already gone. I headed downstairs to the kitchen where Mom was heating up hotdogs.

"Where's Kim?"

"She just left like a minute ago."

"Already? She only got out of the pool a couple minutes ago."

"I don't know," Mom shrugged, "She looked sort of in a hurry. Why, what's up?"

"Oh, it was nothing."

I headed into the family room, turned on the TV and thought. She was clearly avoiding me, which suggested she didn't like what happened and yet she didn't say anything to Mom about it. Maybe she was waiting for me not to be around? As the shock of almost getting caught began to wore off, I realized figuring out what the deal with her was, was only have my concern. She clearly was enjoying what happened, despite her reluctance. Maybe there was a way this could still happen?

I spent the night in, half-watching the TV and half-thinking about the situation. I called Nick at some point to fill him in and ask him advice but he didn't answer his cell. I guess I'd be on my own for this one, at least tonight. All I could think to do was stay up, wait for Kim to come home (at which point Mom would certainly be asleep) and ask her about it directly.

The night, however, wore on and it was eventually 3 in the morning and Kim still wasn't home. I knew her curfew was 2 and she wasn't the type to break it so something was clearly up. No matter, I resolved to stay awake until she finally got home....

I woke up at around 11:30 that morning, my legs and arms sprawled all over the couch. Shit! I fell asleep. I was on my feet in an instant. "Mom?" I called.

No answer. Of course, it was a Friday, Mom'd be at work. I headed upstairs to Kim's room and opened the door. 

She was asleep, lying face down in her bad, still wearing her clothes and shoes. My guess was she'd gotten drunk. I went over to her bed and shook her awake, resisting every urge I had to just fuck her right then and there. Slowly, she woke up.

"Matt? What're you doing?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about last night."

Kim looked around for a moment, trying to orient herself. She was clearly a bit hungover. "Oh, god, that. Look, Matt, I'm not up for talking about that now."

As she stumbled to her feet, the skirt she was wearing rid and I got a perfect view of her bare, juicy ass. I had never been a huge anal guy, but with one like that I was prepared to make an exception just to get my dick into that thing. But then it occurred to me. Why the hell wasn't she wearing any panties? "What exactly did you do last night?" I asked. "I fell asleep at around 3 and you weren't back yet."

"Huh?" she asked, looking over at me and pulling her skirt down, "Oh, I don't know. I lost track of time."

"Is that what you kids are calling it nowadays?" I asked. "You had sex."

Kim rolled her eyes, "Alright, Columbo, you got me. So what?"

I was suddenly extremely jealous. Not so much that I cared that she was fucking other guys, but because I still hadn't fucked her yet. "Since when do you make it a habit to go to parties and just fuck guys?"

"One time means it's a habit? What is it to you? You know, I didn't tell Mom about what happened with us last night, but I easilly could have, so I'd back off."

"If you told Mom about it, you realize I would have been right there telling her how much you were into it, so don't give me that shit." This was a pretty brazen comment for me to make. I should have been on my hands and knees thanking her for not telling Mom, but what the hell, I went for it.

"I wasn't into it," Kim said, but her look gave away everything.

"Oh yeah?" I countered. I began walking towards her as she took a few steps backwards. Towards the wall, eventually I had her up against it and had my fingers up her skirt as soon as I could.

My fingers worked her slick pussy as she moaned, "Nooooooo, Matt. Fuck. God, Matt, no, we have to—shit— stop it. Fuuuuccckkkk."

I grinned, I had her exactly where I wanted her. 

DING DONG.

The doorbell distracted me and as I instinctively looked towards Kim's bedroom door (as if that's where the person at the door was) Kim took the opportunity to pull herself away from me.

"Shit, that's Steve, we were going to get lunch today."

"Who the hell is Steve? Is he the guy you fucked?"

Kim rolled her eyes as she grabbed some underwear and slid it on. "Steve's gay, Matt."

"Oh. *That* guy? Alright, fine, go nuts, but we're going to talk about this later."

Kim didn't respond and a few minutes later was out the door. 

I sighed and headed into my room. What the hell had happened? Less than twenty-four hours ago Kim was just my kid sister who I barely noticed. Now all I could think about was getting my cock into her. My head knew this was all probably just a reaction to my breakup with Monica but... all my dick cared about was figuring out some circumstance to fuck the shit out of that girl.

I decided to give Nick another call, knowing he was the only one I could talk to about this. He picked up this time.

"Hey Nick, we got to talk. Can you come over?"

"Uh, yeah, okay, but I think it's best if you come over here."

Ordinarily I'd have been suspicious about why it mattered but at the moment I didn't care. I took a quick shower, got in my car and was at Nick's house within fifteen minutes. Nick answered the door, wearing a robe over his pajamas and looking like he'd just rolled out of bed.

"Is anyone else home?" I asked.

Nick shook his head.

"Okay, so... you will not believe what happened with Kim last night."

Nick's eyes widened, "Is this going where I think it's going?"

"Probably. After I got back home last night Kim was still in the pool and I went out and joined her. One thing lead to another and I ended up fingering her and sucking her tits. She sort of resisted but it ended up happening anyway."

"She resisted? Dude, don't tell me that you—"

"No, no, it wasn't like that. Her reluctance was half-hearted at best. A part of her seemed really into it."

"You're shitting me!"

"I'm not. Then Mom came home so we had to stop and Kim left right after. She didn't come home until really late last night and I guess she ended up fucking some guy. I ended up fingering her again this morning but we were interrupted by some friend of hers coming over and she left. So I'm not sure what to think about all this."

"Well," Nick said, "That explains it."

"Explains what?"

Nick sighed and nervously scratched behind his head. "Uh... well... I'm kinda the one who slept with your sister."

"You WHAT?"

"Well, I was at this thing at Amy Mariano's last night and she was there and we were talking. She got like really drunk and was, like, really horny and, you know, one thing lead to another. I'm sorry dude. But I guess this explains why she was all horned-up."

"I can't believe you fucked her! Tell me you wore a condom, I don't need my little sister getting herpes or whatever shit you got floating around in there."

"Dude, relax. I'm not having an outbreak or whatever and yes I wore a condom."

I sunk down into a chair in his kitchen, "I can't believe this shit. I should pound your face in."

"No, man, you really shouldn't."

"Oh, what? You don't think I could kick the shit out of you?"

Nick put his hands up defensively, "Oh, no, I believe you could kick the shit out of me, I'm just saying you shouldn't. There's a way this could work for us, if you still want to fuck her."

I raised an eyebrow. This I had to hear. "What do you mean?"

"Look, I told you about Ryan Fisher's party tonight, right? Everyone's going to be there, including Kim. So here's what we do. We both go, I find Kim and take her to one of Ryan's spare rooms, he's got like a million of them and will start fooling around but I won't fuck her, I'll just get her kind of worked up. Then you come in, and she'll be so turned on already she won't fight back at all if you start in on her."

I considered this for a second, and I had to admit the idea had merit. "Okay. But we'll have to decide on exactly what room ahead of time and shit like that and make sure I know when you're going up with her and stuff."

"Sure thing, Matt."

Nick and I spent the next hour or so planning exactly how it was going to go down, and spent the rest of the time hanging out. I didn't want to go home before the party in case Kim was home and she'd figure out what Nick and I were planning, as I'm not really the best liar in the world.

Eventually at around 7 we headed over to Fisher's place. The place, which was huge was packed with cars and people, it was a wonder no one had called the cops. Fisher could get away with shit like that though, I never liked the guy in high school but he sure knew how to throw a party. 

We looked around for a while, saying hey to people we hadn't seen in a while, all the while looking around for Kim. We figured she wasn't there yet and so we decided Nick should hang out more near the front door to sort of intercept her when she came in, whereas I'd hang out in the back of the house so Kim wouldn't see me. When Kim came and they were headed upstairs, Nick would text me on my phone and I'd wait five to ten minutes and then head up to the room we decided upon.

Eventually, roughly fifteen minutes after we went our separate ways, I got the text message. This was it, I was finally going to fuck my baby sister. After waiting a few minutes I began to make my way upstairs. That's when I saw her.

Monica was standing near one of the kegs with a beer in her hand talking to Ryan Fisher. She kept running her beautiful, slender hand through her shiny black hair which I knew was her unconscious habit of doing when she was uncomfortable or upset. A quick look over at Fisher saw he was drunk off his ass and was clearly being WAY friendlier with Monica than she was in the mood for. And I knew Fisher had a habit of not taking no for an answer.

I knew I had Kim upstairs waiting for me but when I saw his arm, which he had around slowly reach for her breast, I kissed the night's festivities goodbye. I walked over swung Fisher around and punched him square in the face.

Fisher had been a starter on the football team and my after-school activities consisted of a lot of video games and TV so there's no doubt that if he had been sober, my ass would be effectively kicked. However, as luck would have it, he wasn't and his drunk ass was down with the first punch. I looked over at Monica who looked surprised, relieved, grateful and confused all at the same time. 

"Are you alright?" I asked.

Monica nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Uh... well, thank you."

I shrugged, "What're ex-boyfriends for?"

She smiled awkwardly and then looked around, "Uh... do you mind getting me out of here?"

"Sure, let's go."

Monica had gotten a ride from a friend of hers, and I had ridden with Nick so I walked her home and we spent the next hour or so sitting on her front stoop talking, as we'd done so many times when we were together. It took basically ever instinct I had not to make a move. To kiss those full lips or place my hand on those 36 C, to take her upstairs and just... have her again. But I realized if I did that and once again we were forced to end things it would only be harder for me. So at around 10, she headed inside with me having gotten no more than a kiss on the cheek.

With Monica gone, it hit me what I had just given up. Fuck. I had gotten the text message from Nick at around 8:30 and it was 10 now. Nick's a good friend and all, but there was no way that he'd put off fucking Kim for an hour and a half waiting for me to show up. What a blown night.

I walked back to my place, which wasn't too far from Monica's and turned on the TV. Then at around 11, my phone rang. It was Nick.

"What the hell happened to you, man?"

"Fisher was drunk and hanging all over Monica and she didn't look too appreciative."

"Shit! You're the one who punched Fisher? We were wondering what happened there. Okay, well, I guess you made the right call."

"Are you guys still over there?"

"Yeah, we just came down. Look, sorry man, I waited as long as I could. She sucked me off, I ate her out, I came up with every stalling tactic I could think of but eventually I broke down and fucked her."

"No, it's cool. I figured."

"Well, hey, Matt, wait a second. Your Mom works late on Fridays, right?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, it's always her double shift at the hospital. Why?"

"Well, what if I get Kim to take me back to your guys place? Then we can do what we were going to do here at the party there."

"Kim won't go for that," I said, "She's not about to fuck my best friend in our house while she knows I'm home."

"We won't tell her that. I'll say I just got off the phone with you and you hooked back up with Monica. You just stay in the living room, and turn the TV off. She won't even notice, we'll head straight upstairs."

"Okay, that could work."

"Cool. We'll probably be there in ten minutes."

I turned off the TV, and the light just to be careful and a few minutes later, I heard the front door swing open and Kim's voice shout "Matt? Mom? Anyone?" and after a silence, the unmistakable sound of foreplay. Then the thumping sound of people running upstairs. I waited a minute, two minutes. Then got to my feet.

I tiptoed as softly as I could upstairs and slowly and quietly swung open Kim's half-closed door. Nick sat naked on a chair, facing the door, with Kim, also naked, on her knees sucking his dick. Nick saw me as I came in and gave me a friendly wink.

I undid my pants and slid them to the floor, did the same with my boxers, walked quietly over. Although there was some slight jealousy, I had to admit the sight of my little sister working her mouth over my best friend's cock got me really hard. I knew I had to alert Kim to my presence and so I softly ran my fingers through her hair. 

With a small sound of surprise Kim released her mouth from Nick's dick and looked over at me. "Matt, what the fuck?" She turned to Nick, "What's going on?"

Nick laughed, and sat back in his chair, "Have fun, buddy." He said to me.

I picked Kim up off the floor to be level with me and practically jammed my mouth onto hers. We made out for a while, my tongue practically raping her mouth as I used one hand to push her body close to mine and the other hand to roughly massage one of her tits. After a moment she pushed herself away from me. "Wait, Matt. Look, seriously, we can't..."

But I wasn't in the mood for it anymore. I pushed her down onto the bed and laid myself on top of her, sliding my tongue all over both of her tits and sliding my fingers into her pussy. 

All pretense of reluctance was gone now, "Fuck, yes. Finger-fuck my pussy, Matt. Fuuuucckkk. "

There's nothing I like better when a girl starts talking dirty, as I continued to assault her pussy with my fingers, I leaned in close to her ear and growled "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes! I'm a fucking slut, I'm your slut."

"You like your brother violating your pussy, don't you? You sick little whore."

"Yes!"

"Say it, slut. Say you're a disgusting whore"

"I'm your disgusting little whore of a sister!"

That was it, I needed to fuck her now. I slowly removed my fingers from her pussy and positioned myself to slide my eight inches into her. As my cock slowly slid into her wet hole I felt her shudder and I knew it was more than just 'cause I was now fucking her. She was committing incest and there was no turning back now.

My slow fucking of her soon quickened until I was absolutely fucking the shit out of her, in her deeper than I'd ever been in anyone.

"YES!" she screamed "FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK YOUR LITTLE SISTER'S PUSSY! HARDER! FUCK! FILL ME WITH MY BROTHER'S CUM!"

I looked over and saw Nick was furiously jacking himself off to the scene, when he saw me looking at him he smiled and said, "Keep fucking that little bitch, Matt."

This was by far the most depraved thing I'd ever done, and I couldn't get enough of it. "I'm gonna cum soon," I said, "Nick come over here and shoot your load all over my sister's face."

Nick didn't need telling twice. He was over in an instant standing over the bed, his dick spurting his cum onto Kim's face who greedily lapped it up. Seeing my little sister like this was by far the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. I was gonna cum harder than I ever had in my life.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

Kim, Nick and my head's all snapped towards the door at the same time. My mother's eyes were wider than I'd ever seen them.

To be continued... 



My Summer Vacation Ch. 02



Mariana and I were well behaved on our flight. Relatively anyway. 

Once we were seated, we held hands until the plane took off. Once in the air, we had a drink or two then I felt the need to kiss my companion so I did. I knew we were being watched and I loved it. The idea that we were scandalizing people made my nipples peak and my pussy go damp. 

The flight was fairly short which probably kept us out of trouble. I did manage to throw my jacket over us so I could slide my hand inside Mariana's panties. She wiggled and squirmed as I rubbed her clit over and over. I grinned when I felt her clinch her legs together and then relax. I pulled my fingers free and sucked the wetness from them, kissing her one last time before our landing. 

We were vacationing at Myrtle Beach and had gotten a rental at a fairly secluded singles resort. We got checked in and changed into our bikinis as soon as we unpacked them. It was a bit difficult not to stop for a bit of fun but we had decided we'd like some help in that department. 

There were lots of guys at the pool. We got a couple of drinks and found two chairs in the sun. I noticed there were a few girls without their tops, a big no-no on public beaches in South Carolina, but this was a private pool. I untied my top and lay back, smiling at the looks my rather large breasts were getting. Despite the warmth of the day, my nipples were hard and ready. Mariana reached over and pinched one then removed her own top. 

We didn't lay there long before I felt a shadow cross me, blocking the heat of the sun. I looked up. He was in his thirties, tall, blond... and smiling. 

"I'm Jack. I noticed you're new today."

"Just got in," I smiled back at him. "I'm Annie and this is Mariana." I touched her thigh to let him know she was more than just a pal. 

"I was wondering if you'd both like to get a drink with me later."

"I have a drink now." I held up my rum and coke. 

"So you do. We could order in some takeout and have a few more in my place." 

"That sounds good, actually. We don't know anyone here."

We set a date for 8 in his condo. 

Mariana got in the shower first. We had spent some time trying to decide what to wear, finally deciding on sundresses without any underwear. I gave her time to soap up and slid in beside her, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. She slid soapy hands down my body, ready to repay for the orgasm on the plane. She rubbed my clit until I was thrusting into her hand then she turned me away from her and bent me over. I heard her grab something and I felt something slide into my pussy. I saw she was using the thick handle of her body brush. I rocked back against it as she reached around to fondle my tits, pinching and caressing them. It felt so good and I came in a flash. 

An hour later, we were dressed and walking toward Jack's condo. 

It was nice... he lived here part of the year so it was a bit more personal than our place. We handed him the bottle of wine we'd grabbed to have with dinner and he invited us to sit. 

"Margaritas?" He asked, bringing glasses and a pitcher of the frozen concoction into the den. Soon we were on our second drink. 

Jack was a lawyer who practiced half the year in the state capitol and then spent his summers here at the beach. He was divorced with no kids. He enjoyed the relaxed lifestyle that the resort offered. 

"So do you just pick up women all summer?" I asked as I handed my glass back to him for a refill. 

"Sometimes I'm lucky and pick up two." 

"How lucky do you want to be?" Mariana asked, sliding closer to me. Her dress rode up enough for Jack to see what she wasn't wearing underneath. 

"Very lucky, I hope." 

I could see the swell in his shorts. I licked my lips and stared. 

"I assume you two are lovers?" He asked in a voice a little lower than it had been a moment before. 

"You assume correctly. Mariana fucked me with her bath brush just before we came over. I'm still a little wet." 

I sat back on the sofa and slipped my dress up as I spread my legs. I touched myself and then offered the finger to Mariana. She sucked it into her mouth and then leaned close to kiss me. I pulled her dress down to expose her breasts, pinching each nipple as we kissed. 

Jack watched and sipped his drink. 

We continued to strip one another as he watched. Then we turned to him. We both worked his zipper down and Mariana took his cock into her hand as I pulled his shirt off too. 

We got on our knees in front of him and both of us began to lick and suck his cock. I sucked his hard length as my lover licked and sucked his testicles. He seemed to be having a bit of a hard time standing up. We silently pushed him toward the sofa and he sat with one of us on either side. We finished stripping his shorts off then his shirt. 

He was watching us with glittering eyes. We sank back to our knees and continued to pleasure him. Just when we felt him begin to tighten up, we'd slow down, not letting him come yet. 

We paused and moved up, kissing him in turn, me then Mariana. He put an arm around each of us and pulled us close. 

"I could get used to you two."

We grinned and both of us kissed him at the same time. It was an odd mix of tongues but not at all unpleasant. My hand slid down his belly and found Mariana's hand already circling his erection. I placed my hand over hers and we began to stroke him as we all kissed. 

He put his hand under my ass and moved me up, so he could lick and suck at my nipples. He was skilled, teasing the tip of my nipple while his teeth tugged it gently at first and then a little harder until I was near pain but even nearer to ecstasy. His hand moved from cupping my ass closer to my tiny hole. He pressed on it when he found it and I moaned. 

He looked up at me. "Like it?'

"Yesss," I hissed as the tip of his finger entered the tight little bud. He resumed his suckling, sucking hard and biting harder. I was on fire. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensation, and then I felt a finger slide between my nether lips to tease my achingly hard clitoris. Mariana. 

"Fuck me," I whispered and moved to straddle Jack. He was long and thick and filled me as I slid down onto him with a groan of pleasure. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down all the way. He leaned forward and captured my nipple again. 

Mariana moved behind me and I felt her finger sliding into my ass just as Jack's had a few seconds before. I felt like I was going to explode. So much pleasure. Almost too much. 

I leaned forward to give her better access, crying out as she fucked my ass with two fingers now. 

I came then... hard. I could barely breathe as waves of pleasure ripped through me, causing my muscles to clinch and tighten on Jack and Mariana. I screamed both names as Jack pulled out. I moved so Mariana could ride and ride she did. She mounted him quickly, bouncing up and down on him like a porn queen in a cheap video but this wasn't faked for the camera. It was real. 

I rallied a bit and slapped her ass as she rode. Her big tits were bouncing up and down as she gripped his shoulders. "Fuck him hard, bitch!" I slapped her again, leaving a pretty red handprint on her tanned ass. 

Jack came, making almost as much noise as I had, pulling out at the last second and spilling pearly cum all over Mariana and all over himself. We both lapped it up and then sucked him until he was still. 

Mariana lay back beside him and grinned at me. 

"Come here, my sweet slut." 

I did. I kissed her then moved down her sweaty body, sucking each nipple on my way. I lapped up drops of semen the nearer I got to her cunt. She spread her legs wide and I dove in, sucking at her tiny clit until I had cleaned it of Jack's juices, then sucking it some more while I fingered her, first with one then two then finally I had four fingers in her, thrusting in and out, all the while, flicking my tongue over her clit again and again. 

Jack finally moved and began to suck her nipples with all the zeal he had mine a few minutes before. She whimpered and bucked beneath my mouth. She wrapped her legs around my head as I rammed my fingers in as hard as they would go. 

"Damn!" I felt her begin to shudder and shake around my hand. I sucked harder until she finally relaxed and lay still. We all did for a while. 

Finally Mariana looked at Jack. "Didn't you say something about some takeout? I've worked up an appetite." 

(tbc)



My Summer Vacation Ch. 02



Over the next couple days, my new friend Elsie would be waiting for me on her bike at the end of her driveway until I made an appearance in my garage. She would pedal across the street and park her bike at the end of my driveway and patiently wait until I 'noticed' her. She would then pedal up my driveway and park her bike on the grass and start asking a whole bunch of questions on what I was doing today. She became my little buddy. She would help me pull weeds in the garden, helped clean the shed, held the ladder so I could clean the gutters, and of course we went fishing. At the end of the day, usually around 4pm, she would say goodbye, give me a little hug and pedal her bike back across the street and I wouldn't see her for the rest of the day. One morning Elsie handed me a slip of paper which was a note from Andrea which had her phone number on it. I was instructed to fill out the bottom half with my phone number and to text Andrea whenever I was going to be taking Elsie anywhere. Elsie cutely handed me a pencil to write with.

"My momma says to do this right away." Elsie said. "She gets really worried when she doesn't see me over here."

"I would think by now your mom would know that you're with me Elsie." I replied as I wrote my number down on the slip of paper. "But you should always ask your mom before you come over here."

"I do Mr. Ramsey." Elsie replied. "But my momma says she gets real scared when she doesn't see me outside with you and your car isn't here."

That day I took Elsie fishing again and I texted Andrea to let her know. Elsie was quite the fisherman that day and caught a lot of little rock bass which we threw back so they can grow up. I taught Elsie how to bait her own line and while she cringed when handling the worms, she would half-way bait her hook fairly well. Andrea texted me after a couple hours asking if I would bring Elsie home right away, so we packed up our stuff and left. Elsie wouldn't say anything on the way home and she looked sad.

"What's the matter Elsie?" I asked her. "Didn't you have fun today?"

"Yes Mr. Ramsey." Elsie replied but wouldn't say anything else. When we got home, I walked Elsie and her car seat back across the street, and she went into the house without saying goodbye or giving me a little hug. I wasn't even in my garage yet when I heard Andrea take off in her car. I didn't see Elsie for the rest of the day. 

The next morning I sipped my coffee as I peered out the living room window across the street at a driveway that didn't have Andrea's car in it. Worse, Elsie wasn't waiting for me at the end of it. I had big plans for Elsie today. I made a little bird house out of the scraps of wood we found when cleaning the shed, because Elsie kept asking me questions why birds live in a tree and not a house. I texted Andrea last night asking if I could give Elsie a little present but hadn't received a reply. I had the perfect branch picked out so I could lift her up and she could hang it. I made myself busy doing a lot of nothing outside waiting, hoping to hear those training wheels cross the street. When it never happened, I packed my fishing gear up to do a little fishing. I probably would have caught fish if I had actually put a line in the water, but instead I sat on a bench and watched the river. I missed my little buddy.

Later that night, with my first paycheck of summer vacation, I took my parents out to eat since they have been so gracious on letting me move back home and not pay rent while I tried to pay my divorce bills. This was the first check I could actually splurge a little. We went to a little pizza buffet place in town and were eating when out of nowhere I heard that cute little voice.

"Mr Ramsey! Mr. Ramsey! Mr. Ramsey!" Elsie shouted from the door causing both my father and I to turn although I'm sure I was more excited to see her than he was. She ran to our table and gave me a hug. "I missed you today Mr. Ramsey." Elsie said. 

"I missed you too Elsie." I replied. "I have a bird house I need your help with hanging in the tree." 

My mother invited Andrea and Elsie to sit with us so Elsie took up residence right beside me and began talking about what we should decorate the bird house with. After getting herself and Elsie a plate of food, Andrea sat across from me and conversed with my parents. Andrea wasn't wearing anything special, jeans and a t-shirt and her hair was up. When Elsie asked me to go with her to get another slice of pizza I noticed Andrea was barefoot in her flats a peak of toe cleavage showing. As I sat across from her, she would bump my leg with her shoe every now and then, apologizing each time she did so. Apparently, as Elsie was telling me all about furniture for the bird house, and what Elmo did today, Andrea had told my mother she planned on hanging out with some high school friends tonight but had nobody to watch Elsie since her parents went camping. Elsie's little ears picked up on when my mother told Andrea she could stay with me. I tried to protest but Elsie pleaded so cutely and my mother pinched the skin behind my arm.

"Thanks Jason." Andrea said as she handed me Elsie's car seat. "I'll text you when I get home. I won't be out late."

"No problem Andrea." I replied and laughed. "I don't think Elsie is done catching me up on her adventures today." Andrea gave Elsie a kiss, told her to be good, and with her smirk and flirty wave, bid us farewell.

Elsie, my parents and I, played a couple games of go fish, followed by a game of candyland. I then showed her the birdhouse we had to hang up and while she thought it was awesome, I was glad I didn't teach woodshop or we would have a lot of horrendous looking birdhouses in town. We then made ice cream sundaes before she lay on the couch to watch cartoons and fell asleep. I sat in the recliner and had a beer while waiting for Andrea to text me she was home. As I was getting my fourth one, she did, and I scooped up Elsie to carry her across the street. 

"Have a seat Jason." Andrea said as she took Elsie from me. She smelled of perfume and looked like she may have had one too many. "I'll put her to bed. You need a beer?"

"Sure." I said as I pulled out a chair at the kitchen table. Andrea came back into the kitchen talking about the happenings at the bar, put a twenty on the table and got us a beer from the fridge before she sat down. I interrupted her and held up the twenty. "What's this for?"

"For watching Elsie." She replied. 

"Nah. That's ok." I replied as I pushed the twenty back over toward her. "She's a pleasure to be with." 

"Thank you so much for being so kind to her Jason." Andrea stated. "She thinks you're kind of a big deal you know." 

"It's no biggie. Really." I said as Andrea took off her flats and crossed her left leg underneath her right thigh so her bare sole was facing me. Her other foot perched on her toes on the floor. I couldn't help but look at them. They seemed to be pedicured again recently. I quickly looked back up at her. "She's a little cutie pie." I finished. 

Andrea caught me looking at her feet and gave a little chuckle. "Still have a thing for feet I see." She said as she took a pull off her bottle of beer. 

I was flabbergasted since I never told anyone about my foot fetish. Not even my recently divorced wife. How could Andrea know that? "Wh...What?" I asked stupidly.

"Awe c'mon Jason. Don't you remember telling me about that?" Andrea chuckled again.

Okay, so I obviously told Andrea at one point but when? "When would I have told you anything like that?" I inquired.

"The night of my graduation party, when we were making out on the couch downstairs." Andrea gave me her smirk again.

I guess that answers my question. "I don't remember telling you anything like that, Andrea." I gave a nervous chuckle. "I do remember making out with you and a little extra-curricular activity, but not about telling you I have a foot fetish." 

Andrea laughed. "I was giving you a handjob through your underwear, and after I made you shoot in them, you asked me to use my feet. I tried but you passed out on me. Haven't seen too much of you since then."

I put my head down for a second before I answered her. "Sorry 'bout that Andrea." 

"That's ok. I was way too cool for you once I graduated high school." Andrea laughed, causing me to laugh with her. "I've always kind of known. You only said anything to me between classes if I was wearing nylons and flats or heels." She sat back in her chair and took another pull off her beer. "You never really said much to me in school unless I was wearing them. We all have a certain 'thing' that makes us tick. I know yours, but I'm sure you don't know mine." 

"Dare I ask?" I laughed as I took another pull off my bottle.

"I could just tell you." Andrea chuckled taking another drink of beer. 

"Sharing secrets?" I laughed as I took another drink.

"I like watching guys jack off." Andrea said which caused me to choke on my beer. "I do have more beer Jason." She laughed as I was trying to clear my throat and she slapped me on my back.

"Sorry." I said as I still tried to clear my throat. "I wasn't expecting that, or you being so forward about it."

"Scare you away again Jason?" She said as she raised an eyebrow at me. "Am I going to see you tomorrow?" I laughed at her, nodded my head and took another drink, carefully so I wouldn't choke this time. "Good." She sat back in her chair. "You see Jason, my husband, the miserable prick that he is, preferred watching porn and jacking off instead of having sex with me."

I shook my head. "You mean after Elsie was born?" I asked.

"Nope." Andrea shook her head and remained silent for a few seconds. "Pretty much since we started dating." She shrugged her shoulders. "I was okay with it. It became a turn-on, like priming the pump for me. You know, foreplay and safe sex and all. But then he would whack himself until he came and the actual fucking never took place. Anyway, his mother wanted grandkids so we started having regular sex. After I got pregnant he went back to jacking off watching porn." We sat in silence for a minute sipping our beers. "I left him two years ago, Jason. I let him see Elsie at first but he would just take her over by his mother so he could watch his porn. This one time his mom wasn't home and Elsie came back with welts on her back and buttocks so, I wouldn't let him take her anymore and when his mother started asking him questions, I became his punching bag for not letting him see her."

I reached over and took Andrea's hand. "What now Andrea? Has he always been violent toward you and Elsie?"

"Not always." Andrea sniffled then used the hand I was holding to wipe her nose. She didn't take my hand again. "Although he is very controlling. It always had to be his way or what he wanted to do or no way. When I would want to do something like take Elsie to the zoo is when he got mad. So I left. And he finds me every time." She got up to get us another beer.

"Is there a problem when he finds you?" I asked

"He is verbally abusive calling me fatso and all other kinds of degrading names even in front of our friends. He doesn't care. Whatever it takes to make him feel better about himself. Everything is my fault because now I'm fat." Andrea said as she handed me another beer. 

"You're not fat Andrea." I stated. "Does he hit on you every time?" I asked.

Andrea laughed. "Yeah. Both ways." When I gave her a confused look she continued: "He always asks me to watch him masturbate. I did at first because as I said it's a turn-on for me. It's when I started to say no is when he added being physically abusive to his arsenal, and especially after I wouldn't let him see Elsie anymore. I'm hoping when he finds me here my dad will be home."

"Well... doesn't Elsie ask about him?" I asked.

"Not really." Andrea replied. "She really doesn't remember him. She wasn't even two when I left him and he hasn't seen her since about 3 months after I left."

"Divorce?" I inquired.

"I couldn't afford it." Andrea said. "I couldn't afford anything. I got laid-off from my job and unemployment was barely enough to pay rent and feed Elsie and I." She perked up a little. "But mom and dad says they are going to help me now. I just have to pay them."

I always liked her mom and dad. "Well that's good right?"

Andrea frowned a little. "You know my dad...old fashioned and chauvinistic. Doesn't believe in divorce, and didn't believe my husband was like that." She paused: "Until I came home with Elsie a few months ago with a black eye. Dad wanted to kill him himself. He wouldn't let me leave and yelled 'Andrea...'" she tried to do an imitation of her dad. ..."I will go get your stuff and you are to never go back to him or go back there. Your mom and I will pay for your divorce..." She lightly beat her fist on the table continuing her imitation ..."I have spoken." We both laughed. "Dad's now on my side."She offered up her bottle as a toast. We clinked and took a drink. "So Jason..." She set her bottle on the table and rested her elbow on it with her chin in the palm of her hand. ..."Enough about me. What has my bestest friend and play house husband been doing with himself in the years since I gave him a handjob?" She laughed. "Living the dream?"

I laughed with her and proceeded to tell my story. Nothing at all like hers just the fact my ex-wife took me to the cleaners and left me with a pile of debt. I told her about my teaching job and the horrendous bird house along with my skills as a basketball coach. When Andrea tried prodding me about sex, I boasted a little, but she gave me a look like she didn't believe me. I was finishing my stories when she went to the fridge and got us another beer.

"Your ex and my ex should get together." Andrea said as she handed me another beer and sat down. "If what you say is all true, your ex doesn't like sex and my ex would rather jack off anyway. Match made in heaven." Andrea laughed and crossed her left leg over her right toward me and bounced her bare foot up and down lightly. The act reminded me of a long time ago when I overheard my mother tell my sister to always cross your legs toward your man.

I nodded and laughed. "You handle that all your own. I don't want to even see her." I took a drink of my fresh beer while looking down at her bouncing foot. 

"So Jason..." Andrea said as she took a sip of her beer. "...you going to let me watch you jack off or what?" She asked as she placed her bottle on the table and stroked the neck of it with just one finger while giving me a sultry look. "I'll even talk you through it if you want me to."

"I don't know about that Andrea." I said as I placed my bottle of beer back on the table. "Moving a little too fast for me." I nervously laughed.

"C'mon Jason." Andrea purred. "We've known each other our whole life." She bounced her foot causing me to look at it. "Jack off for me." She whispered. "Let me watch you jack off to my feet."

I watched her foot bouncing and she began to curl and uncurl her toes. "Andrea..."I weakly protested.

"Shh Jason." Andrea seductively whispered. "No more talking for you." She leaned in closer and lowered her whispered voice so I had to strain to hear her. "Do as I say." I nodded. "Good boy. Now sit back in your chair and take your cock out for me." I did. "Can you still see my feet Jason?" I nodded. "Put your hand on your cock, look at my feet one last time, then close your eyes. Don't start stroking yet." I watched her flex her toes for me, did as she asked and with one last look at her smiling face, I closed my eyes. I heard her get up from the kitchen table. "No peeking Jason." She whispered. A few seconds later I felt a cold substance on my hand and cock. "Some lube for you Jason." She still whispered and giggled. 

"Now work it in nice and slow. That's it. Thatta boy Jason. Such a nice cock you have. Is the lube getting warm?" I nodded. "Good. Now stroke your cock faster. Oh wow Jason. Such a nice hard cock. Squeeze the head for me. Good boy. Now stroke really fast. Yes, like that. Keep going...keep going...don't cum, though...my pussy is getting so wet Jason...keep going" My leg started to shake. "Stop." She whispered. I stopped. "Jason your cock is so beautiful. Stroke it slow again. That's a good boy. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, but not tonight. Stop stroking." I did. "Now listen closely. I want you to stroke in 3 /4 time. You know what that is right band boy? On one is the long stroke up, two and three is two short strokes underneath your cock head. Listen to what I say, you will know when you can cum. Ready to waltz with me?" I nodded. 

"One...two three, one...two three, keep that tempo Jason. Good... boy Jason. Good...boy Jason." She continued on every phrase in tempo. "I control your cock. I make you hard. I make you cum. Whichever way I choose. You're mine now." The alcohol induced hypnotic trance I was in while stroking my cock and listening to her voice was having its effect. I was agreeing with everything she said, only answering her in my head. Her voice was so sexy and seductive. "Love me Jason. I only need you... and your cock. You need me. I'm all you need. I'm your fantasy." My leg started to shake again. "Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it." 

She lightly placed her bare foot on my thigh. I grunted. "Andrea." She placed her other foot over my mouth and nose and I came, grunting her name and kissing her foot. 

"Yes Jason. Cum for me." Andrea purred. I stroked until I had nothing left in me. She let me rest for a minute before she removed her feet from my thigh and face and stood up. "Pull your pants up and go home. Goodnight Jason. I'll call you."

As I made my way across the street, the alcohol induced trance began to lift and I began to wonder just what was I getting into. This could be an interesting summer.



My Summer Vacation Ch. 03



The next morning I woke with a slight hangover, and remembering what happened last night caused me to get an erection. For some reason, I thought I better not beat off, Andrea might get mad at me if I did. What made me think like that? I have no idea. I got a cup of coffee and my mother made a joke on my hangover. I looked out the living room window and seen Elsie anxiously waiting for me on her bike at the end of her driveway. I went downstairs to get the hideous birdhouse and when I went outside, I heard those training wheels quickly make their way across the street. 

"Mr. Ramsey!" Elsie yelled as she pedaled her bike up my driveway. "Are we going to put the birdhouse in the tree?" I laughed and held up the birdhouse. "Yay!" 

"C'mon Elsie." I said."I seen a good branch to put it on." Elsie clapped her hands, got off her bike and took my hand as we walked to the tree. After hanging it, Elsie wanted to go fishing so I texted Andrea to let her know. As I was gathering the fishing poles with Elsie talking a mile a minute on how many fish we are going to catch today, Andrea brought over Elsie's car seat.

"Hello Jason." Andrea said as she walked into the garage. Since I was too busy listening to Elsie, her voice caused me to jump. "Did I scare you?" Andrea chuckled. 

"Hi Andrea." I said with a feeling of nervousness. "I didn't hear you coming." Andrea was dressed conservative today including socks and shoes much to my dismay.

"Here Elsie." Andrea said as she gave Elsie her car seat. "You know how to buckle it in." Andrea turned back to me as Elsie took her car seat to the car. Andrea lowered her voice to speak to me. "I heard you coming...last night." I nervously chuckled. "What are you doing for tonight or tomorrow?" Tomorrow was the fourth of July. 

"I don't know yet." I said. "Probably just staying home."

"Pity." Andrea said as she put her sunglasses on. "Bye Jason. Later." Andrea left the garage, gave Elsie a kiss and told her to be good, then walked back home without ever turning to look back at me.

While fishing with Elsie my mind was elsewhere, namely on Andrea, while my bubbly little buddy caught her fish and kept right on talking about anything and everything. I consistently got my line tangled or caught on rocks and spent most of the time fixing my line.

"You're not catching any Mr. Ramsey." Elsie giggled as she presented her tenth fish for me to take off her hook. 

"That's okay Elsie." I smiled at her. "It's fun for me just watching you." On our way home, we stopped for ice cream and Elsie gave me her thoughts on how I can be a better fisherman and catch fish.

Later that evening I was sitting downstairs watching television and drinking a beer when I got what I perceived was a frantic text from Andrea.

'Jason I need you. Bowling alley.' 

Now the bowling alley was not actually a bowling alley per se. It used to be when Andrea and I were kids but has since been renovated into a bar with a dance hall. Wondering what was going on, I got into my car and drove downtown. I parked across the street from it and as I was crossing I noticed Andrea against the wall in between the buildings. My spidey senses started tingling. I made a little swoop around so it would look like I was walking down the street and as I came upon the gap in between the buildings I made my presence known.

"Hey Andrea." I said hoping it looked like I just happened to come upon her. She was wearing a blue button down shirt with jeans, a pair of black heels, about 3 inches, closed toe, tan nylons, and her shoe was cut low enough to show some toe cleavage. "What you up to?" She was standing against the wall, and some guy I had no idea who he was, was talking to her. Andrea didn't look scared, more like uncomfortable. I turned to the guy who was obviously upset I intruded and looked him up and down. " 'Sup dude." I said.

"Oh hey Jason." Andrea said as she put a smile on her face. "Not too much. You stopping for a drink?"

"Yeah sure." I said to Andrea. "I could use a drink."

"Great." Andrea said. "C'mon I'll buy you one." She put her hand into the crook of my elbow and led me toward the bowling alley. She turned her head around and said: "Bye Steve." As we walked into the bowling alley turned bar she said: "Thanks Jason. I hate that guy." She didn't tell me who he was or how she knew him. I didn't bother to ask.

Andrea ordered us a beer and excused herself to use the bathroom. The place was not packed with people but it was busy. A few of the drunkards had taken to the dance floor to dance to the music on the jukebox, and there were enough people sitting at the bar so there would only be one seat available to sit. There were highlights of the baseball game showing on the television, so I sat down to wait for Andrea to return. As soon as I heard those heels coming back, I turned to look at her. She had redone her hair a little so it was hanging down both sides of her shoulders. She also redid her pink lipstick as her lips were more noticeable. Two Buttons were now undone on her blouse. She had a slight smile on her lips and her eyes held mine. She licked her lips just before she got to me, and I started to get a semi in my pants. She placed one hand against my leg and turned me on my stool so she could get in between my legs. She kissed me and let her tongue trace around my lips. Her perfume now filled my nostrils.

"Did you keep my seat warm?" Andrea asked.

"Uh...yes I did." I moved to get up so she could sit down.

She laughed and put her hand on my leg to keep me seated. "Silly boy. I meant this seat." With that, she put her hand over my bulge and squeezed it. "Mmm. Yes you did." She cooed. "You kept it nice and warm and hard for me." She leaned in to kiss me. She traced her fingers around my bulge then moved her thumb against the shaft and rubbed me hard just underneath the head. My leg shook a little and I moaned into her mouth. She broke the kiss, stopped rubbing me, and looked into my eyes smiling seductively. "Seems I found the spot to rub my ass against to keep you hard and close to cumming. And Jason, I know you know I can make you cum in your pants. I've done that already a long time ago." She finished with a laugh. 

"I didn't expect to see you tonight Andrea." I said somewhat nervously since I didn't want the other people in the bar to hear what she was saying to me.

Andrea stuck her bottom lip out at me. "Does that mean you already jacked off for me Jason?" She finished with a laugh.

"No..." I laughed with her. "...didn't do that today."

"Good." Andrea said and gave me a quick kiss. "I don't want to miss it when you do." She ended with a wink. We were having normal conversation enjoying the atmosphere while she stood in between my legs with her hand still on my bulge, giving it a squeeze every now and then. Sometimes she would turn and rub her ass against my bulge and I would put my hand on her waist and light kisses on her shoulder and neck that made her purr like a cat. I can't remember ever staying hard for as long as I was. She was always somehow touching my cock through my pants. I finally caught on that she was squeezing my cock every time she let her foot slip out of her shoe. But she did it so quick I never got to see more than her heel slipping back into the shoe. She would giggle after every time she did that. We had three drinks each and then she asked me to give her a ride home. We walked to my car and I opened the door for her causing her to laugh.

"After all these years, you're finally opening doors for me."

"Chivalry isn't dead, my lady." I quipped. Once I got into my side of the car she scooted closer to me.

"My hero." Andrea cooed and took my arm holding it close to her causing both of us to laugh considering the goofiness of the situation. Much like an inside joke only her and I would ever understand. As I drove the few miles home, she reached over and began to stroke my cock through my pants. "Hey Jason? I know you're like divorced and all and I'm like a little crazy, but do you think that maybe you and I could be like boyfriend and girlfriend?"

I chuckled a little at her. "You wanna play house with me Andrea?" I said and tried to imitate a little boys' voice causing her to laugh.

"Yeah." She said in a little girls' voice. "I can be your play wife." As she said that she pulled my zipper down and fished out my hardening cock. "Better pull over quick." She whispered into my ear. I pulled over and turned the car off and turned off the lights. She took my cock into her hand and lightly stroked it from the base to the head. "So hard for me." She whispered. "So hard." She repeated as she stroked me slowly up and down getting more of my pre-cum on her hand. She kissed me pushing her tongue into my mouth to wrestle with mine. Her slow stroking had me going crazy. Not hard or fast enough to make me cum. She rubbed that sweet spot just underneath the head with her thumb just for a second before she would slowly stroke back down to the base, then start the process all over again. My hips were moving in rhythm with her hand and I was moaning into her mouth. She stopped her stroking just short of me exploding and lifted her left leg up and stretched it out across my lap. She then reached over and took her shoe completely off her foot. Her tan reinforced toe nylons and her red toenails peeked out just perfectly. Her toes were all in great symmetry from her big toe down to her pinkie toe. She wiggled her toes a little and the aroma of her foot mixed with the smell of leather wafted up to my nose. I inhaled the smell deeply. I could detect a little hint of her perfume as well. 

"Can I touch it?" I asked my voice hardly above a whisper.

"Yes Jason." She laughed. "You can touch my foot all you want. Do you want the other one too?" I grabbed her foot. It was so smooth, and the nylons made them feel smoother. They were a little damp from being in her shoes, but I didn't mind. I ran my hand up and down the sole of her foot from her heels down to her toes. She chuckled a little and slid her other foot over to my lap. Her shoe was already off her other foot, and she placed her foot on the outside of my hand so I could rub the soles of both her feet with my hand. I lifted her right foot and put my face into her sole and sniffed. I began to kiss her foot and lick her toes. Then I did the same to her left foot. When I peaked over at her she was looking directly at what I was doing and rubbing her crotch.

"Do you like my feet Jason?" She asked as her right foot started to rub my cock. I ran my nose underneath her toes and in between the ball of her foot, leaving little kisses as I did so. Her foot smell was making me dizzy, it smelled so good. I then kissed down over her arch and down her sole, around her heel and up to her ankle. I ran my hand just a little way up underneath her jeans and squeezed her calf muscle. Then, back down to her toes kissing and smelling her foot all the way. I put her right foot directly onto my cock and shuddered. The cool nylon felt so soft and smooth against me. I rubbed her foot up and down my cock lightly, and she used her middle toe to rub that spot just underneath my cock head that made me moan and shiver. Do you want to cum?" She purred seductively. I nodded my head yes. "Then keep smelling my feet and cum for me." 

With that she reached down with her hand, gripped my cock and ran her thumb back and forth over the spot just underneath the head. She dug her foot into the base of my cock. "I can feel you pulsing in my hand. Smell my feet and cum." My head was spinning from the way she was talking to me. "I want you to cum all over my toes." I was close. I couldn't hold out much longer. "Smell my foot and cum Jason." That was all for me. I bucked against her foot and thumb deeply inhaling the smell of her other foot and came. "Yes Jason all over my toes! It feels so good on my feet." I grunted and groaned and couldn't stop inhaling her nylon foot smell. I became too sensitive and I tried pulling away from her hands and feet. Andrea had brought me to two very hard orgasms in less than a day.

"Thank you Andrea." I said after a minute in which I composed myself and came down from the orgasmic euphoria. I started the car and began to drive.

Andrea put her feet back into her shoes then curled up against me. "So I was thinking Jason, how about you take Elsie and I to the parade tomorrow and then to the carnival afterward, and then watch the fireworks?" I smiled to myself thinking that would be a great idea. As I pulled into my driveway, she kissed my cheek. "Think about it and I'll call you in the morning." 

As I watched her walk toward her house I shouted to her. "It's a date Andrea." She turned around, blew me a kiss, and with a little extra spring in her step made her way home.