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Summer Vacation Ch. 1

By: Krusty



For as long as I can remember, we've been spending our summers at the beach. We'd rent a beach house, and try to stay for an entire month. Last year was no different in that respect, but summer at the beach took on a whole different meaning last July.

My wife Brenda and I have been married for 21 years. We're both still active - cycling, running, weights. Brenda, my wife, is 5'9", 120 pounds - she's long, slim and buff. Her black hair falls to her shoulders. She's got a tight little butt, and you'd have a hard time believing she's had 2 kids or that she's 39 years old. Her breasts have always been a little too big for her frame, but it never bothered me. As she's gotten older, any extra weight she's put on seems to have gone to her chest. She wears loose clothing to disguise her big knockers, but they're in there, jiggling with her every move. Anyway, after 21 years, things have been growing more and more predictable. Sex twice a week, and then like using a template it was so routine.

Anyway, we'd been at the beach for 2 weeks. Things had been great. Weather was fantastic, sun was out every day, kids were getting along. This year, Brenda was leaving early to take Sam back home to start football practice before school started. Sam was 18 and a senior. Big handsome kid. Not real smart but a football scholarship to a Big 12 school was his for the taking. The other consideration was that Brenda only had 2 weeks of vacation this year, anyway. We hadn't been able to have sex for the two weeks, and I felt like I was climbing the walls, but I figured I'd just masturbate after Brenda left.

Darcy and I watched them leave. Darcy is 19. She's a little shorter than her mom - probably makes her about 5'8" or so. Same lithe build but top heavy. Like her mom, but I think she was blessed with an even bigger chest. I never wanted to think much about it, but she often looked like she was carrying basketballs around under her shirt. Guys always stare, and I feel sorry for her for the unwanted attention. She can't do much about it. Every time she walks, it looks like there's two puppies fighting under her shirt. Lots of movement. The contrast was that her hips were slim like a boy's. And her tight little ass had no wiggle to it.

Anyway, we'd all spent the day at the beach as usual, and then Brenda and Sam headed for home. It was at least an 8 hour drive, but Brenda and Sam thought if they drove straight through, they could be back home by midnight.

Darcy and I were going to stay on the beach for the next 2 weeks after Brenda and Sam agreed it wouldn't be fair to penalize Darcy and me since our calendars were open. We'd decided this before we even left home, so there wasn't any protesting when it came time to leave. Darcy and I could rent a car when it came time for us to leave. No problems for anyone.

I was really looking forward to two more weeks. After Brenda and Sam left, Darcy and I walked down to the beach. It wasn't dusk yet, but I could see dark clouds coming in. Without warning, Darcy whipped her t-shirt off, and I nearly lost my breath. She'd been wearing a sensible bathing suit - a one-piece - while Brenda and Sam were there. What she had on now was barely enough material to cover nipples and vagina.

"Like it?" she asked while she twirled around.

What wasn't to like? She was 19. Young and firm. Her breasts were huge - I'm guessing 40Ds - and swayed back and forth, barely contained by the string she was using to corral them. Her butt was only covered by the string in her crack. When she stopped and turned to face me, I noticed the patch of material in front failed to cover the heavy black bush. It was like a bandaid on a beard.

"Mom's such a prude, I couldn't wear this while she was here. You're more easy-going; I didn't think you'd mind." She smiled like an angel. I had no idea.

Fortunately it was growing dark, and no one else could see the nearly naked girl now at my side. I persuaded her to put her shirt back on, and we trudged through the sand to the house.

While I fixed supper, Darcy sat in the kitchen talking to me. She had taken a shower and had put the t-shirt she had on at the beach back on, and it was resting on her hips as she sat. I thought she'd put underwear on as well, but it was soon obvious that Darcy was going completely casual. There was nothing covering her hairy mound. I could catch glimpses of her big black muff every time she shifted. And every time she moved her arms, I could see her titties rolling around under the shirt. She seemed oblivious to my discomfort, and I couldn't believe this was happening. I was actually getting turned on. I kept trying to attribute it to my two weeks without any booty. It was growing more difficult for me to even look in her direction. I couldn't admit to myself that she was the cause of my stiff dick. Not my daughter - no matter how much of a woman she is.

We sat and ate, and the view of her snatch was finally obscured, but those big tits seemed to have a mind of their own. They swayed, jerked and jiggled left and right with her every movement. Her nipples looked as if they were coming through the material of her shirt. At one point during the meal, I dropped my fork. When I leaned over to pick it up, I sneaked a peak at her bush. She had her legs spread and seemed to be taunting me. Was this my imagination? Was I growing crazy? Was she doing this on purpose? Looking back at me was a moist slit, a big juicy clam covered by a thick black entanglement.

A storm rolled in while we ate. Lightning was crackling across the picture window. After one particularly loud bolt hit somewhere in the distance, the power in the house went out. We sat in the dark for a minute while I tried to remember where the candles were. Darcy and I both rummaged around until we found them. Darcy was giggling, and I told her no more wine. She told me she wasn't even slightly drunk, and this would be fun.

We lit three candles and moved to the living room. The room was in shadows. Darcy sat opposite me, and seemed to be constantly squirming. I have no idea what she was talking about. I've tried to remember, but I can't think of one thing she said. Instead, I watched as she moved from one position to another, every few seconds. The shirt rode higher and higher and more and more of her smooth skin was exposed. My dick was on fire. I couldn't remember being this hard in years. I wanted to reach down and beat my dick. I knew it wouldn't take much to give me a release. I felt as if I would explode. I knew it wouldn't, it couldn't take much. Was she teasing me? Was this my fantasy, or hers? I was going out of my mind with desire.

Darcy suddenly stood up, and said she was going to bed. She yawned, and stretched, and again the t-shirt rode up toward her hips, revealing a dark hairy pleasure mound. My cock twitched, and I was afraid to move. My dick was throbbing under my swimming trunks. I hadn't changed from earlier in the day and the confining trunks pressed my dick up against my stomach. I was so horny it was becoming painful. Darcy slowly walked across the room. From where she had sat was less than 10 feet away from me, but she walked slowly, languorously. It seemed to take forever for her to cross the room. It was sensual, seductive. She sashayed left and right in slow motion. The shadows from the candles played across wall. Her shirt would move softly away as she glided quietly and carefully to me, and for brief moments her hairy mound was exposed. In contrast her titties were like bowls of jelly, hypnotically moving left and right. I wanted to grab my dick. It wouldn't have taken much, I knew. I needed the release. But, I kept thinking, "Not Darcy. Not Darcy. This can't be happening."

Darcy stopped in front of me and bent down. She had a hand on each of my knees. She slowly leaned forward. Her cantaloupes swayed forward loosely with the movement of her body. She was fetching, bewitching. She stopped about 2 inches from my face and looked into my eyes. Her tongue darted from her mouth. She licked her lips slowly, delicately. She pouted and puckered. She was so close to me. My hands were on the couch and I grabbed the cushions to prevent myself from reaching out.

"Good night, Daddy," she purred. I was paralyzed. As she leaned in to give me a kiss, our lips met in what I hoped would only be a tender peck. My mind was racing and my dick was throbbing. Her lips parted ever so slightly, and I felt her tongue flick across my lips. Lightning picked that moment to crack across the sky. Darcy was startled and seemed to lose her balance. Her head came back only slightly, but her hands slid forward across my thighs. Her right hand stopped on my hip, but her left hand came to rest on my dick. I exploded in my swimming trunks.

"Oh, my," was all she murmured. My dick throbbed and jerked, and spit out a heavy load of cream against my stomach. Darcy never let go. My eyes were open but unfocused. As the orgasm neared its end, I looked into Darcy's eyes and saw them gleaming. I felt her steadily sliding her hand deliberately up and down on the material of the swimming trunks, trying to pump out every last bit of my spunk.

"No, no," I cried. "I can't do this. Not with you. Not my daughter. It's not right." I jumped up and pushed Darcy away.

The house was still bathed in darkness, and I walked quickly to the bathroom. I peeled off the sperm-filled trunks and took a shower. I needed to think. What had happened? What could I say to her now? Why didn't she back off? Then I knew. Darcy was the seductress, the temptress, experienced beyond her years, and yearning for the forbidden fruit. Me, her father. It was up to me not to let this happen again.

The power was still out after my shower. I heard nothing from the room I supposed Darcy was in, and could see little throughout the house. Occasional lightning streaks gave off little light. The candles had been extinguished. I supposed Darcy had retreated to her bedroom, as thoroughly confused, reluctant and embarrassed to face me as I was to see her. Resigned to an unavoidable conversation in the morning, I padded into my bedroom, and climbed in bed.

In retrospect, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. As I laid down, the mattress shifted, and Darcy rolled over onto my chest. The vixen had been lying in bed, waiting for me. Her huge breasts pressed against my chest and she rubbed them back and forth. She threw her leg over my groin and began to climb atop of me. I was physically stronger, but she was obviously my superior emotionally. I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head to move her off and away from me, all the while trying to maintain the upper hand. My position was weakened however, with the betrayal of my dick. Darcy's soft tender flesh ministered to my wants. The nipples of her big titties were like sandpaper raking across my chest. I wanted no part of this, but my cock stood straight up in the air and begged to differ. While I tried to pry Darcy off me without letting her know about the erection, I realized I faced an impossible task.

"What, what are you doing, Daddy?" She whimpered, and struggled against me, and fought to have her wrists released. "Don't you want me here in bed with you?" She squirmed and wriggled her body against my own.

"Darcy, you've got to stop this nonsense. What's come over you? You know this isn't right." I spoke the words, but I was losing the conviction. I had both her wrists in my right hand and I was trying to flip her over onto her back. I reached across to push her hip, and instead grabbed a handful of her titty-flesh. It stopped me as if I'd been electrocuted.

Darcy took the initiative and the momentum shifted. She began rubbing her leg against my hip, contacting my rock hard dick with her smooth flesh. Reflexively, I gently massaged the jiggling globe in my left hand. My brain was losing the argument. I heard "No, no, go no further" somewhere deep within the recesses of my mind. And then I loosened my hold on her wrists.

Darcy's left hand came down behind my head. Her right dropped to my cock. I heard her gasp and utter, "Oh, my god" as she tried to get her hand around my girth. My dick must have felt like a burning piece of steel. She pulled my face toward hers. In the darkness of the room, I could make out the beauty I was about to possess. I leaned forward, and the gentle kiss turned needy, hungry. Her mouth opened and our tongues danced. It was carnal, wrong. My hands were overflowing with her tits. It was like trying to grab watermelons. Darcy moaned as we kissed. I massaged her and pinched her nipples. Her hand fluttered along the length of my shaft and then she slowly began to stroke me. I let go of her breast and dropped my hand to her waiting slash. I wanted to know. I touched her clitty and she roughly squeezed my dick. Darcy was sopping wet. She pushed my tool to move me over on my back.

Darcy was half lying on me, and began kissing my chest. She hadn't yet let go of my dick. As she worked her way down, I heard her humming, mumbling. She buried her nose in my pubic hair, and teased me with her tongue. And then she looked up, and faced me.

"Does Daddy want Darcy to suck his big dick? Hmmm? Tell Darcy what you want, Daddy." She spoke softly and suggestively.

It was my last chance to stop. But instead of pushing her off, all I could manage was, "Suck it, Darcy. Get Daddy's big dick in your mouth."

I could see her smile. Or maybe it was a smirk. She had me where she wanted me.

Darcy kissed the head of my dick. It was gentle and soft. It felt like butterflies were landing on it.

"But your dick is so big, Daddy. I maybe can't get it in my mouth," she whimpered.

"Lick it, Darcy. Get it all wet, honey. That's a good girl."

Darcy licked the shaft. Up one side and down the other. Darcy slobbered. She drooled. My cock was bathed in her spit. As she licked, her hands kept up a steady pump. Lick up the shaft, downstroke with her hands. Lick down the shaft, hands go up my dick. I reached for her legs and pulled them to my face. Darcy scooted around nimbly and straddled my face with her bush. My tongue flicked out and connected. I used my fingers to open her lips and then I licked and sucked like a condemned man. I felt her push her cunt into my mouth as she humped my tongue. She was grinding her pussy against my face with an intensity I hadn't known in a long, long time.

"Uhnnn. Uhnnn. Uhnnn." Darcy moaned and groaned while she continued to lick my staff. And then she suddenly quit. My attention to her already steamy muff hadn't taken 30 seconds. She clamped onto my dick with both hands, but lifted her neck up and looked at the ceiling. She was pressing and grinding her cunt into my face and using my shaft to keep her balance. I felt her tense and then the wave of release hit her and she screamed.

"AAAAHHHHHH...." Darcy was on fire. As each wave hit, she screamed anew. "AAAAHHHHHH." "AAAHHHHH." She pumped and pushed, and ground her muff into my waiting mouth. I sucked and tongued her juicy cunt throughout the powerful orgasm. It went on and on as I tried to wear the youthful harlot down.

But just as her orgasm began to subside, Darcy suddenly leaned over my dick, and with my cock firmly held between both of her hands, she engulfed the head. Her hands pumped me like a piston and her head bobbed up and down with growing frequency and need. I couldn't think. The pleasure was too intense.

I screamed, "Darcy, I'm coming." And waves of cum spurted from my dick into her still sucking mouth. Darcy gobbled the sperm greedily, gagging and choking on the mess. Her hands jerked my shaft in concert with my ejaculation. I'd had two orgasms in less than an hour.

I was still trying to rationalize our behavior. Maybe, just maybe, if there wasn't any incest, it wouldn't be adultery. I was doomed, though, and Darcy knew it.

She released her hold on my dick and looked over her shoulder at me with a smile. She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt. I reached for her arm and pulled her to me. She nestled in my shoulder, with her warm and soft body still moving slowly across my flesh. She licked my neck with sharp little flicks of her tongue and then kissed my check gently and repeatedly. I stroked the smoothness of her ass while she ground her pelvis against my hip.

Ever conscious of the mounds of inviting titties pressing against my chest, I tiredly whispered, "Let's sleep, Darcy. We'll sort this out in the morning." We both seemed to drift off, sated in our lust.

But it still wasn't over. I awoke a few hours later with a full bladder. I had to pee.

Darcy was still lying there on her back, sleeping peacefully. She had only a sheet covering that heavenly body. I could see her big knockers rise and fall with each breath, and the shadowy outline of her hairy snatch was visible through the sheet.

I padded into the bathroom to piss. Just as I finished, the lights came back on. I discovered later the power company had been at work for hours repairing the lightning damaged junction box.

"Damn, I forgot to turn all the switches off." I was mumbling to myself as I walked naked through the house flipping switches off. I had stupidly turned them on when the power went off, and forgot all about them. With all the lights off but those in the bedroom, I walked down the hallway and stood in the doorway. The silent argument I had lost with myself earlier in the evening returned. Part of me wanted to go to another bedroom, and sleep alone, and then try to extricate myself from this mess when we both woke up in the morning. Maybe there was someway to convince Darcy this was aberrant behavior, and we must never do it again. Never speak of it. Just keep it our little secret. But another, larger, selfish and greedy part of me wanted to pull the sheet off Darcy's sleeping form, and take in her perfection just one more time.

I struggled but in the end, I promised myself, "I'll just look at her. That's all. Just look." I walked quietly to the bed and carefully removed the sheet covering her body. The idea alone stirred my dick. I could feel myself stiffening.

"God, what a creation," I murmured. I hadn't turned the lights off and Darcy still hadn't stirred. She was beautiful. Her hair was mussed, but her skin was flawless. Her breasts hung suspended on her chest like two monster jello bowls, quivering slightly as she breathed. Her narrow waist swelled only slightly in her hips. I drank in the vision and stared at the black hairy bush in which I had only hours ago nibbled and licked and sucked. I don't know how long I watched her. It couldn't have been very long. My dick was once again rock solid and I stroked it slowly. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. I guess I don't know what I was thinking. It was crazy, I knew. But no crazier than anything else we had done. "One more orgasm," I promised myself, "and then it's over. She'll never even know about this one." I thought I'd just jack off where I stood, and then go to the other bedroom.

Maybe subconsciously I wanted her to wake up. I don't know. I moved too close to the bed, and bumped the mattress. Darcy stirred. Her eyes fluttered, trying to adjust to the light in the room. She focused on my cock jutting out from my groin.

She slowly opened her legs and pushed those big tits together. She bent her knees. I started stroking faster, but Darcy held her arms out toward me.

"Not that way, Daddy. Come. Come to me." I took my hand away from my dick as Darcy smiled invitingly.

I moved forward onto the bed in a stupor and climbed between Darcy's open legs, now bent at the knees. I was on my knees, and I aimed my rod at her furry gash.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Complete it. Fuck me now."

With one hand on my dick, I swiped it against Darcy's cunt. Her eyes glowed and she licked her lips. I moved my dick up and down along the moistening pussy, and felt it beckon me. It was all over. I was finished. I knew I was plunging into an abyss, but I didn't care. To fuck her was to possess her, and I wanted her completely.


Summer Vacation Ch. 10



Just as he got to the bathroom, Kim emerged, wearing the same nightshirt she had on the night she came to his room. She glanced down the hall, then she put her arms around him and gave him a kiss that curled his toes. "Good morning, cousin," she said after the kiss ended, grinning at this flushed face and heaving chest.

"Ah...good morning, Kim," Tommy croaked. As a result of Kim's kiss he had a raging hard-on and his hormones were in turmoil.

"You got in late last night, didn't you?" his cousin asked.

Tommy nodded and said, "We, ah, we had some late customers." Actually, he'd taken a long walk after leaving Tina, just to keep the sensations her kiss had given him fresh. He really hadn't wanted to make love with Kim, not after Tina kissed him.

His cousin leaned closer to him and tickled the part of his chest exposed by the open neck of his robe with her long fingernails. Her touch caused his body more stimulation he didn't need, especially since he wouldn't be able to do anything about it any time soon. "I tried waiting up for you, but I guess I fell asleep," she murmured. She stretched and Tommy's eyes bugged out. God, she was gorgeous! "Well, tonight's another night, isn't it?" she said.

"Ah, yeah, I guess it is," he muttered.

"I hope so," Kim whispered. Another quick kiss and she was off down the hall. Tommy watched her go, turned, and walked into the doorjamb. He was going to have to watch himself. His cousin was acting as if she didn't care whether her folks found out what they were doing! After showering - he found out a cold shower actually does help when you're turned on - the young man went back to his room and dressed, then headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Uncle Dave wasn't around. "Where's Uncle Dave?" he asked his aunt, who was scrambling eggs at the stove.

"He left for work early," his aunt replied. "He said something about having to go to East Haddam, or something." She sighed. "And, of course, he said he wouldn't be home for dinner...again."

Tommy wasn't sure why his aunt put up with Uncle Dave. The man was a jerk, he treated her like shit, and he was never home. He wondered if his uncle was screwing around on her. He probably was, the boy decided, although he couldn't understand why any woman would want to be with Dave.

"What are you doing today?" his aunt asked hopefully, smiling.

"Ah...I...I have to go over to North Hampden this morning, Aunt Karen," Tommy replied. He needed to get to the dojo and do some work with Master Kwan. "I have some stuff I need to do. It's , ah, it's kind of important."

"Oh," Aunt Karen replied, sounding disappointed. "I-I thought maybe we'd have some time alone."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Karen," the young man said, and he was, "but what I have to do is important."

"Hi, Mom," Kim said brightly as she entered the kitchen. Once again, Tommy's eyes bugged. His cousin's outfit this morning was a black knit tank top with white buttons up the side and a matching black mini-skirt. Both garments hugged her fine figure. A thin strip of her tan, flat belly showed between the top and skirt. The young woman sat down at the table.

Karen brought the eggs over and they ate. After breakfast Tommy helped his aunt clear the table and clean up the dishes, then got in his folks' car and headed for the karate dojo.

"It has been a while since you have been here," Master Kwan observed when Tommy walked into the dojo.

"I am sorry, sensei," Tommy said, "I haven't been able to get away. I have continued to work on what you have taught me just the same."

"Change into your gi and we shall see if that is so," Master Kwan replied. His expression was emotionless, although Tommy knew that behind that bland look were powerful emotions. Master Kwan seldom, if ever, showed what he was feeling.

"I believe you have been studying and practicing," the master said after they finished a strenuous workout. "You did well today. What is going on in your life? Something has given you new energy, energy I have not felt before. We shall have some tea."

Master Kwan was the only person in the world Tommy could trust implicitly. They sat down, and over tea the young man detailed what had happened since he'd gone to stay with his aunt.

"I make no judgments about what people do," Master Kwan said, "but I would be careful if I were you. The things you speak of could get you in trouble. I believe that in this country there are laws against such things."

"I know, sensei," Tommy said. He knew there were laws against incest. Even though he wasn't related to Karen and Kim by blood if anyone, especially Uncle Dave, found out what was going on, he'd be in big trouble.

"This other woman, this Tina," Master Kwan said, "you have strong feelings for her."

Tommy nodded and said, "I do, sensei, but she is much older than I am and doesn't know I exist, except as a kid she works with."

Master Kwan sipped his tea, nodded, and commented, "Perhaps. Perhaps." He was quiet for a while. "I think what you did last night, maybe that showed her you are resourceful."

"Ah, I guess so," Tommy admitted.

"If your employer had not appeared, what would you have done, my son?" the sensei asked.

"Kick him in the groin and follow up with a thrust kick to the head," Tommy replied.

The ageless Oriental nodded. "Sound moves for the situation you describe," he observed. "Remember, my son, you must be careful. A kick like that could cause serious harm."

"I am aware of that, sensei," the young man replied. Actually, he wouldn't have minded causing the boorish man serious harm.

The briefest hint of a smile appeared on the old man's face. "Ice water," he chuckled. "Ah. I do like that. You, my son, are exceptional."

Tommy flushed at his mentor's compliment. He was aware how rarely his master offered them. He'd received few in the years he'd been working with him. "Are you up to another workout, sensei?" he asked.

After their second session, more strenuous than the first, Master Kwan sank into a lotus position on the mat. "My son," he said, a little breathless, "if you continue to improve, I am going to have to find someone whose bones are not so tired as mine to work out with you."

"You are too kind, sensei. You do me great honor with your comments," Tommy said and bowed to the old man.

"What I say is true," Kwan replied and made a gesture with his hand. "These old bones are not as strong as they once were. And you are the quickest student I've ever had."

Tommy bowed again. "You honor me too much, sensei," he said.

After the workout he showered and changed into his work clothes. He knew he wouldn't have time to go back to Aunt Karen's house to change, so he brought his things with him.

Tina was already at work when Tommy got there and smiled brightly at him when he came in. "Hi, Tommy," she said.

"Hi, Tina, how are you today?" he asked.

She smiled brightly and said, "I feel terrific. Would you believe I have a date?"

"A...a date?" Tommy's spirits dove. "That's...ah...that's neat."

"Yeah, it's a guy I met at the supermarket," Tina continued, oblivious to the obvious distress that showed on Tommy's face. "He works there, as assistant manager. And he's really cute, too!"

"I...ah...I'm glad for you." Actually, Tommy was anything but glad for her. If Tina got a boyfriend, and things got serious, any chance he might have with her was gone.

The night went far more quickly than Tommy wanted it to. He hoped, foolishly, that the night would never end. If they never left the Inn, Tina couldn't go out on her date. Just before closing time, the phone rang.

"Tina, it's for you," Mr. Dreisbach said.

Tina took the phone and Tommy sidled over to where she was standing, hoping to eavesdrop. Maybe the guy was canceling the date.

"Darn!" Tina said. "I know, I understand. It's just that, well, I was really looking forward to getting out tonight and all..." She looked in Tommy's direction, and he could see her brighten. "Look, it's all right," she said into the phone. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." She put the phone down. "Tommy?"

"Yes?" the young man replied. He had no idea what she wanted.

"Ah...I...I hate to ask, but, well, I have a real problem," Tina said. "That was my babysitter. Her sister's sick and she needs to get over there to watch her nieces and nephew, so she can't watch Bobby tonight. I...I know I shouldn't impose on you, but, I...I was wondering, could...could you watch Bobby for me?"

"Ah, sure, why not?" Tommy said. He should refuse, that's what he should do, but he couldn't refuse her, even if it meant she'd be out with someone else. "I've gotta call my aunt and tell her I'll be late, but it's fine."

Tina kissed him on the cheek. "You're a sweetheart!"

"I'm a schmuck," Tommy thought, dispirited. He headed for the phone to call his aunt, who sounded as disappointed as he felt, although for entirely different reasons.

After work, Tommy drove Tina home. She opened the door and he followed her into her apartment. It was small, but very neat. There was a living room, furnished with unremarkable furniture, a small kitchen and dining area next to that, a bathroom off the kitchen, and two bedrooms off the living room. Everything was just so. Tina was obviously a good housekeeper.

A middle-aged woman was sitting on the sofa. She got up when Tommy and Tina came in.

"Mrs. Dixon, this is Tommy Jackson," Tina said. "He works with me down at the Inn. He's going to stay with Bobby while I'm out."

The older woman examined Tommy, nodded, then turned to Tina. "I really am sorry about this, Tina," she said. "I hated to put you on the spot at the last minute and all..."

"No problem, Mrs. Dixon," Tina said, "sometimes things come up you have to deal with."

The older woman looked Tommy over once more, as if ascertaining herself that he was, in fact, fit to watch the little boy, then left.

"I'm not sure she liked me," Tommy said, sitting down on the sofa.

"She's kind of funny that way," Tina said, "I used to think she didn't think much of me, either, but once you get to know her, she's a dear. Bobby's started calling her 'Grandma,' even." She looked at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. "My gosh, look at the time! I better get changed!" She headed for the bedroom and the door closed behind her.

Tommy could hear her moving around in the room, then she reappeared, wearing a cable-knit white sweater and ribbed snug-fitting skirt that ended just above her knees. "How do you like my outfit?" she asked, turning so he could see it.

"It's...it's really nice," Tommy said. Actually, he was having a little trouble breathing. He thought she looked stunning.

"I hope Greg likes it," Tina said. "Come on, I'll show you what you need to know." She briefed him on the emergency phone numbers, where things were, and what to do in case of emergency.

Most of it Tommy already knew. He'd taken a babysitting course in seventh grade, although he'd done few babysitting jobs after that. Tina was just finishing her instructions when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, God!" the pretty red-head exclaimed. She looked panicked. "He's here! Do...do I look all right? Do you think he'll like the outfit? Oh, God! I...it's been so long since I've been out on a date..."

"You look wonderful," Tommy said. "If he doesn't think so, he's blind." He paused. "And stupid."

Tina kissed him on the cheek, leaving a tingling spot. "You are so sweet!" she said. She went over and buzzed her date in.

Tommy's hopes that her date would turn out to be some kind of malformed monster in a black leather jacket and tattoos were dashed when a handsome man walked into the room. He was taller than Tommy, obviously in good physical condition, and dressed impeccably. He looked as if he had money.

"Ready to go?" the man asked. His voice was rich and full of tenor. Tommy hated him.

"I sure am," Tina said, flushing a little. "Where are we going? I want to be sure my babysitter knows where he can reach me."

Greg told her and she looked up the phone number and wrote it down on a pad next to the phone. "I have a phone in my car, too," Greg said, looking a little smug.

"You...you do?" Tina looked startled. "I-I never went out with anyone who had a phone in their car before." He gave her the number and she wrote that down, too.

"See you later, Tommy," Tina said as she followed her date out the door. "I probably won't be too late."

"Arrogant asshole!" Tommy muttered after the door closed. "I have a phone in my car. Big fucking deal!" He picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. A late-night talk show came on, and Tommy laid back on the sofa to watch. 




Summer Vacation Ch. 11



The TV talk show Tommy was watching wasn't very interesting, so he got up and checked Tina's refrigerator. She only had diet soda, but he didn't mind that, since that's all he ever drank anyhow. He took a can, opened it, and took a swallow. Holding the can, he explored the apartment a little.

First he checked Bobby's room. The little boy was sound asleep and looked peaceful. He really was a cute kid. "He's lucky," Tommy thought as he gazed at the sleeping child, "He looks a lot more like Tina than that asshole father of his."

Next, Tommy wandered into Tina's bedroom. He could smell a trace of her perfume and felt a little funny being there. It felt as if he was invading her privacy which, of course, he was. One of her dresser drawers was open a little and he peeked inside. It was her underwear drawer. He touched the dainty things, feeling a little thrill and a lot of embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't stop himself. He'd really turned weird this summer, first he'd become a voyeur, then a partner in adultery - incestuous adultery - now he was pawing around Tina's underwear drawer.

On the nightstand next to Tina's bed was a picture of her and Bobby. Both of them were smiling, and from what Tommy could see, it looked like the picture had been taken at an amusement park. "It would be fun to go to an amusement park with them," he thought as he looked at the picture. It never occurred to him that he automatically included Bobby in his thoughts about Tina.

He looked around a little more, turned out the light, went back out to the living room and sat down on the sofa. There was an album on the coffee table, so he picked that up. He was bored. If he ever had to baby-sit for Tina again, he'd have to bring a book along to read. He opened the album. There were lots more pictures of Bobby, some of Bobby and Tina, and a few of Tina and Bobby with other people. He assumed they were family. In a couple of the pictures, Tina was wearing a bikini - not as scanty as Kim's - but small enough so the young man could tell her body was every bit as good as he thought it was.

After studying the pictures for a time, he set the album down, picked up the remote control and zapped the TV dial until he found an old movie, stretched out, and began watching.

* * * * * * * * * *

He must have fallen asleep. The click of the door opening awakened him and he sat up suddenly. Tina walked through the door and smiled at him.

"Hi, Tom," she said, "Have any problems with Bobby?"

"Ah...no, he slept the whole time," Tommy replied. The fact that she'd called him Tom wasn't lost on him. "How was your date?"

"God..." She sat down on the sofa next to him. "I thought Greg was nice. He's nothing but an arrogant, self-centered bore! I've never had a more miserable time in my life."

Tommy was elated by her comments. It sounded as if Greg wasn't in the picture any more, and he couldn't say he was sorry about that. "I'm sorry you didn't have a good time," he said.

"Oh, well," Tina said, "there are other fish in the sea. At least I think there are." She smiled at him. "You know, I wish I could find someone like you. You're sensitive, considerate, and so sweet."

Tommy felt himself blushing. "Aw, I'm not all that great," he protested.

Tina slid closer to him. "Yes you are," she said softly. "In fact..." She put her hand behind his head and pulled his lips to hers.

The minute Tina's lips touched his, Tommy felt electricity shooting through him. At least it was a little like an electric shock, but it felt good. After the kiss ended, Tina stayed there, looking at him. "Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!" she said, shaking his arm. He was confused. Why was she...

* * * * * * * * * *

...shaking his arm? He opened his eyes and looked into Tina's smiling face. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she said, "I'm home."

Tommy struggled to get his wits about him and sat up. "Yeah, I guess you are," he said. "I...I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"Don't worry about it," Tina said, "No reason you shouldn't. You worked hard at the Inn. Bobby give you any trouble?"

"Heck, no. He's been asleep the whole time," Tommy said. "I never heard a peep out of him. I checked him a couple of times. He's a cute kid. Looks a lot like you." He looked around. "Where's your date?"

"He had to get going," Tina replied. "He has to be to work early."

"Have fun?" Tommy asked, hoping she hadn't.

Tina nodded. "We just had a few drinks and danced a little," she said. "It was all right for a first date, I guess."

Maybe it wasn't all that much fun. Tommy's hopes rose. Maybe she wouldn't be seeing Greg again.

"He wants to take me out to dinner next time I'm off," Tina said.

"That's nice," Tommy said, not feeling that way at all. He stood up and stretched. "Well, I guess I better get going."

"How much do I owe you?" Tina asked, reaching for her purse.

Tommy felt his face get hot. "Friends don't take money for doing a friend a favor," he replied.

"But...I spoiled your evening. Isn't there something you would have been doing if you weren't here?" Tina protested.

"Yeah, I'd have been home in bed, sound asleep," Tommy said, "just like I was here. Look, I'm not going to take your money. I enjoyed this. Any time you need a sitter, give me a call."

"You're sure?" Tina asked.

"Positive," Tommy said.

Tina shook her head. "All right," she said. "Why don't you come over for dinner some night? When Bobby's awake. I'd like very much for you to meet him."

"I'd like to meet him," Tommy said.

"Good, we have a date, then," Tina said. "Why don't you come over Sunday? We'll have dinner, then we can take Bobby to the park. He loves to play with the other kids."

Tommy felt better than he had in a long time. "Sounds like fun," he said. "See you at work."

"Thanks again," Tina said as he went out the door.

Tommy was feeling on top of the world as he drove down the street. He had a date with Tina. Well, sort of a date. He was going to her place for a meal and then going to the park with her and her son. He was sporting a goofy grin and didn't know it.

It was a little after two A.M. when Tommy got to his aunt's house. He went inside quietly, and walked to his room without making a sound. After stripping off his clothes in the darkened room, he slid into bed and got the surprise of his life. Somebody, a naked somebody, a naked female somebody, was lying in his bed!

"I didn't think you'd ever get home," Kim whispered. "I was just about to go back to my room." Her hand slid down his belly and found his cock, which was still half-hard from the fantasies he'd been having about Tina on the way home.

"Ooh!" Kim purred, "I like the feel of this! You're all ready for me!"

Tommy was hesitant. It didn't feel right, somehow, to be doing this with his cousin after he'd made a date with Tina. Well, sort of a date. But what she was doing to his cock felt so good...

"You may not be a virgin, but I bet nobody ever did this to you before..." Kim said. She threw back the covers and before Tommy realized what she had in mind, had his cock in her mouth. Thoughts of Tina were replaced swept aside by onrushing passion as his cousin's mouth slid up and down his rapidly stiffening pole.

"God, I love how big your cock gets!" Kim groaned, moving atop him. She had his cock gripped in her hand and began lowering herself on it.

Tommy was no longer thinking about Tina, or anything else. All he could perceive was how wonderful it felt to have his erection deep inside Kim's hot tunnel. His hips surged powerfully off the bed and he grabbed his cousin's hips and held her against him as his cock lunged into her.

"God! You make me feel so fucking good!" Kim groaned softly, her breasts bobbing, her body quaking, while her cousin thrust his cock into her repeatedly. "Damn! Oh, Damn! Jesus! I needed this! I've been thinking about your hard cock all day!'

Tommy continued to ram his throbbing pole up into her. All his pent up emotion was about to be released. He knew he wouldn't be able to come without yelling, so he pulled his gorgeous cousin down and locked his lips to hers.

"Mmph! Mmph!" she groaned into his mouth as her body shuddered in a rictus of delight, her hips writhing wildly. "Mmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmm!"

Tommy's quivering body released a hot, surging flood, filling Kim's quavering hole to overflowing. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he spewed his need.

Sated, his lovely cousin lay in his arms and kissed him softly. "I don't know where you learned how to fuck," she whispered, "but you're the best! The absolute fucking best!" She kissed him again. "I better get back to my room. I don't think Mom and Dad would be to thrilled if they found out, do you?"

"Ah...I guess not," Tommy admitted. "Especially not your mother!" he thought. He was satisfied, but for the first time, he felt a little guilty, as if he'd cheated on Tina.

Kim kissed him again and said, "See you in the morning, stud." She slipped out of bed, put on her nightshirt, and left the room.

Tommy rolled over, turned off the lights, and fell asleep. 



Summer Vacation Ch. 12



Soft hands were sliding over Tommy's body. They encircled his cock, which quickly got hard and stiff. The young man groaned with delight. He'd been sleeping and hated to open his eyes. The last time he did that, he found out he was dreaming. His sleep had been sound, tired as he'd been when he got home, and then there was that strenuous - and satisfying - tussle with cousin Kim. Was she the one making him feel this good?

The hand continued to insistently stroke his cock, then it was joined by another, which rolled his balls and teased his scrotum. It felt too good. He groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed.

"You like that, do you?" a husky feminine voice said.

Tommy opened his eyes when he heard his aunt's voice. She was on the bed, naked, kneeling at his hips, and held his hard cock in her hand. God! She had him so turned on! What a way to wake up!

"I love the way your cock gets hard," Karen murmured, her eyes glazed with lust. "It starts out so small, but it gets so big!" She gave her nephew's swollen organ a gentle squeeze. "I don't know how I lived before I had this!"

Karen had awakened horny. Her husband got home late the night before and got in bed without touching her, not that she wanted him to. His breath smelled of booze, and she thought she smelled the faint aroma of perfume. She didn't care. He was a jerk! Besides, she had Tommy. She went to her nephew's room after Dave and Kim left for work, saw him sleeping, took off her robe and got in bed with him. She couldn't keep her hands off him, though, and now she was about to enjoy the fruits of her labors.

"Aunt Karen..." Tommy groaned. What she was doing to him felt so good he couldn't keep his hips from twisting and turning. "God!"

"You're such a good nephew," Karen purred. She decided there was something she wanted to do for him. "You deserve a very special kiss." With that she bent and took his cock in her mouth.

"Ahh!" Tommy moaned as even more ecstasy bubbled through him. He was getting his second blow job in less than a day! His aunt's hot mouth continued to do wonderful things to him. His fingers clutched at the sheets as wave after wave of delight swept over him. Aunt Karen was even better at giving blow jobs than Kim was! He'd never been awakened more delightfully!

Tommy had been caught off-guard and his control wasn't what it usually was. He felt his insides begin to churn. He was going to come! "Aun...aunt Karen!" he groaned, "I-I'm gonna come! It...that feels too good!"

Karen heard her nephew's plaintive cry, but sucking his cock was so fantastic, she decided to let him come in her mouth.

Tommy realized his aunt wasn't heeding his warning. If anything, her attentions intensified. He struggled to get control of himself, but it seemed the harder he tried, the less control he had. "Gahh!" he moaned, unable to wait any longer! Then ecstasy swept through him when, powerfully, he erupted into his aunt's mouth.

Karen felt her nephew's cock twitch and knew he was going to come. She heard his moaned warning and didn't care. She wanted to do this! Then he was coming, spewing hot, sticky cream into her mouth! A shudder went through her body and she experienced an orgasm of her own! She hadn't expected that! She continued licking and sucking the young man until his cock began to soften. Only then did she let his organ slide from her mouth. Tingling with the sweetness of what she'd just experienced, her face slick with his come, she stretched out on the bed next to Tommy and kissed him.

"What about you, Aunt Karen?" Tommy asked. "That was fantastic! But what about you?"

"I came, too, love," Karen said softly, still a bit shaken she'd allowed herself to get as out of control as she had been lately. That she'd come from sucking his cock surprised and delighted her. That never happened when she sucked Dave's cock. Of course, she never let Dave come in her mouth, either.

"You did?" Tommy said. He didn't realize that was possible. He was learning more and more about sex every day. "I didn't know something like that could happen."

"I didn't either, love," Karen said and kissed him again. "Being with you is one incredible new experience after another. I thought I'd be teaching you, but I guess I'm learning as much as you are."

Tommy kissed her. "What time is it, anyhow?" he asked.

Karen laughed. "It's almost eleven," she told him. "I let you sleep because you got in so late last night. Did you have a good time babysitting?"

"It was OK," Tommy said.

"What's this Tina like?" his aunt asked.

"She's all right," Tommy said, trying to keep his voice even. He thought it might be prudent to keep his feelings about Tina to himself.

"She's a divorcee?" his aunt inquired, with just a hint of disapproval in her tone.

Tommy nodded and said, "Yeah. Her little boy's five. He's a cute kid. He was sleeping the whole time I was there."

"That's the best age for babysitting," his aunt said, "when the kids are young enough to listen, and sleep through the night." She caressed his face with her fingers. "This going to be a regular thing, your babysitting for her?"

Tommy shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "She has a regular babysitter, but she couldn't do it last night. I don't expect I'll get to do it too often."

"You really are an incredible young man," his aunt told him, then she gave him a soft kiss. "I wish I'd met someone like you when I was your age. You're going to make some girl a fine husband."

Tommy blushed.

They snuggled a little longer, then Karen got out of bed. "I have work to do," she said, slipping into her robe. "But I have to take another bath, thanks to you. I'm all sticky." She started for the door, then stopped and turned. "I left some stuff out for breakfast, if you want it."

"Thanks, Aunt Karen," Tommy said. He was a little hungry, so he went out and ate, then he took his shower and got dressed.

When he walked into the kitchen again, his aunt, wearing a man-tailored pink blouse and slacks, was working at the kitchen counter, getting things ready for dinner. The phone rang. Tommy walked over and answered it.

"Hiya, Tommy," Uncle Dave said. "Your Aunt Karen there?"

"Just a minute, Uncle Dave." Tommy said. He looked at his aunt. "It's Uncle Dave, for you."

His aunt walked across the room and took the phone. "Dave, what's up?" she asked.

Tommy couldn't hear what his uncle was saying, but judging from the look on his aunt's face, it wasn't good news.

"I'm sure it couldn't be avoided," she snapped, then listened, her lips pressed together in a straight line. "David, you haven't been home more than three or four days at a time in months, isn't it about time you tell your boss that you have a family?" She listened again, her face reddening. "Why don't you just move to Cleveland, then, if it's so goddamn important for you to be there all the time?" she yelled.

Tommy wasn't sure he should be hearing this conversation and wished he were somewhere else. While his aunt yelled into the phone, he got up and went outside. The sidewalks needed sweeping, so he did that for a while. He had finished and was walking toward the garage to put the broom away when his aunt came out of the house.

Karen had a very angry look on her face as she walked toward her nephew. "I don't believe that man," she said bitterly, "he says he has to go to Cleveland again tonight. And he'll be gone for at least a week. Dammit, what's the matter with him, anyhow?"

Tommy listened. He didn't understand why his aunt stayed married to the man.

Finally, a look of determination formed on her face. "I don't need him," she said, "I've taken all I'm going to from him. When he comes home to get his clothes, I'm telling him he has to make a choice. Either he gets a transfer so he can be home more and goes to marriage counseling with me, or I'm going to see about getting a divorce!"

Tommy hadn't expected this. "Aunt Karen, are...are you sure?" he asked. 

His aunt looked at him, resolve in her eyes, and nodded slowly. "Why not?" she said. "He's a boor when he's home, which isn't that often, and he treats me like some kind of servant."

"What are you going to do about money?" Tommy asked.

"By the time I'm done with that asshole in divorce court, I'll own him," she said. "Besides, there's more than enough income from the trust my folks left me to live on. All I'm using it for now is to send Kim to college. Maybe I'll have to get a job, but that isn't such a bad idea."

Tommy had forgotten about the trust. His mother and aunt shared the income, which was substantial. Neither of them used it to live on, though. His mother's share of the money was set aside for his college tuition. From what he'd seen after he read the last report from the trustees, there was enough money for him to complete his undergraduate degree, get at least eight doctoral degrees, and there would still be money left over. He and his mother had argued long and hard to get his father to use some of the trust money to go to Alaska, but his father was a stubborn man and refused to do that.

"What...what do you think Kim's going to say?" Tommy asked.

"That's the only part of this I'm worried about. I don't know," Karen said pensively. "I think she'll understand. She sees the way her father's been acting. Heck, he treats her almost as badly as he treats me. He's been gone on her birthday the last three years and hasn't so much as sent a card." She looked at Tommy. "You know, my darling, none of this is your fault, if that's what you were thinking," she said softly. "I...I guess I shouldn't be so hard on Dave. Heaven knows I haven't been a saint, but..." Her eyes clouded up and tears filled them.

Tommy stepped inside the garage and hung the broom up on the wall. He turned to find his aunt had followed him.

"Do...do you think I'm wrong?" she asked, sniffling a little. "Doing what I'm doing."

Tommy shrugged. "I think you have to do what you have to do, Aunt Karen," he said.

"It's...it's scary..." his aunt murmured, then she began to cry. "I-I haven't been alone in a long time."

Tommy stepped forward, took his aunt in his arms, and held her as she cried, trying to comfort her. Her tears dampened his T-shirt, but he didn't care. He didn't want her to be sad.

Finally Karen's tears subsided and she leaned back in his arms and looked into his eyes. "I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here, Tommy," she said softly. "You've been so good for me."

"It's OK," Tommy said, "I'm glad you weren't alone."

Karen leaned forward and their lips met. That kiss ended, but was followed immediately by another, which was far more fervent. What started as a gentle "thank you" kiss grew into something much more. Her arms locked around him and her tongue lashed the inside of his mouth.

Tommy's arms tightened around her and as their kisses continued to grow more passionate, he began pulling her blouse out of her slacks, then he slid his hands under the blouse, onto her bare back. He was startled to discover she wasn't wearing a bra. When she felt his hands on her bare skin, his aunt groaned into his mouth and thrust her pelvis against his growing hard-on.

Overwhelmed by the sudden explosion of lust, the couple tore at each other's clothes. Tommy never was sure how he got his aunt's blouse off, but all of a sudden he was sucking on her nipples while she clutched him, groaning. They should have been worried about discovery, but that was the farthest thing from either of their minds as they groped at each other's overheated bodies.

Tommy slid his hand into his aunt's slacks, between her trembling legs and cupped her pussy, already sopping wet with the fluids of excitement.

"Oh! Oh, God! Tommy!" Karen groaned, writhing her pelvis against his hand. "God! Oh, God!"

Tommy was at a loss what to do. They couldn't very well make love on the hard concrete floor of the garage, but there was no way they could get to the house in their semi-naked state. Then he noticed his aunt's car, right behind them! He put his hands under his aunt's arms and lifted her onto the hood, which turned out to be just the right height. Then he stripped off her slacks and panties and moved between her legs and took her in his arms again. Once more, their lips joined and their tongues dueled.

Karen slid her hand between them and began stroking his cock, pulling on it, rubbing the juices oozing from the tip into the shaft with her hand. Finally she released it and laid back on her car. "Take me, Tommy! Now!" she cried. She was too turned on, so wild with need, she didn't care where they were. All she wanted right then was to have her nephew's hard cock in her, driving away the painful feelings she had!

Tommy plunged into his aunt's warm, wet pussy and felt shivers of joy ripple up his back. God, this was wild! He continued to slam into her powerfully, causing her body to slide back and forth on the slick metal surface of the car.

Karen was experiencing lust as powerful as her nephew's. She pulled at him, glorying in the feelings his swollen rod gave her as it plunged into her overheated body. "Tommy! Oh, God, Tommy! Yes! Gahh!" she cried, clutching at his arms. Her body shuddered violently while a powerful orgasm ripped through her. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!"

"Ungh! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus!" Tommy groaned when his seed boiled up and gushed from him, propelled by powerful pulsations of his insides.

Spent by the power of their unexpected joining, the couple clung to each other in the garage while their bodies calmed and slowly returned to normal.

"My God!" Karen whispered against Tommy's bare chest. "That was intense!"

"It sure was!" the young man agreed. He was still more than a little breathless.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Karen said softly. "God! I get near you and I go crazy! I don't have any self-control where you're concerned."

"Me, too," Tommy agreed. The young man was shaken by the powerful forces of lust that had overcome them. He was a little scared, too. What if he was some kind of male nymphomaniac? What if he'd never be able to settle down with one girl? The thought sent a tremor through him.

"Are you OK, my darling?" Karen asked when she felt him tremble. "You're shaking."

Tommy nodded. "I...it's just that this...what we did...it was so...so wild, you know?" he replied.

His aunt kissed him tenderly. "Let me down," she said. "We better get dressed before someone catches us."

They dressed and started for the house. Karen took her nephew's hand as they walked up the sidewalk. "Part of me knows that what we're doing is wrong," she said, "I'm ashamed of myself for the way I've been acting, what I've done to you."

Tommy squeezed her hand. "I love you, Aunt Karen, I understand," he said. "I'm not doing anything I don't want to."

They went up the back steps and into the house. "I know," Karen said, "but...I don't know, this can't keep on. You should be going out with girls your age. Not staying home with an old woman like me."

Tommy pulled his aunt into his arms, cupped her lush bottom, and pulled her against him. He kissed her on the tip of her nose. "You sure don't feel like an old woman to me," he said and squeezed her bottom. "And you sure as heck don't act like one!"

His aunt hugged him and gave him a kiss on the chin. "You're so sweet!" she said. "God! I wish I was your age and we weren't related. I'd nail you down for my own." She released him and stepped out of his embrace. "But that's not the way it is, is it?"

"No, I guess not," Tommy said. "But I don't care. I'll be here for you just as long as you need me."

His aunt smiled a wan smile and said, "I know you will. Maybe that's not as good as it sounds."

"We'll see," Tommy replied. He looked at the clock. "My God! I better get going or I'm going to be late for work. You going to be OK?"

"I'll be fine," his aunt said, nodding. "Or at least I will be once I get this mess with Dave straightened out."

Tommy went to his room, showered, and changed, then left for work. As he walked down the street, he mused about the way the summer had gone so far. All he'd wanted was to lose his virginity. He'd done that, but with his aunt, and now was embroiled in a hot love affair with her, and with her daughter as well! What he was doing with his aunt and cousin was wonderful, but it was frustrating to him that while he had two women who wanted him, the girl he really wanted didn't know he existed.

Not only that, from the way things had been going with his aunt and Kim, it was as if he couldn't resist sex now. What if he really was a male nymphomaniac? The prospect was more than a little scary. The fact that Aunt Karen and Uncle Dave might be splitting up didn't help his confusion at all. With his uncle out of the picture, he had a feeling his aunt would want more of his attention.



Summer Vacation Ch. 13



"How are you today?" Tina asked when Tommy got to work the next afternoon. "Get enough sleep?"

Tommy nodded. "Yeah, my aunt let me sleep until eleven," he replied.

"I'm really sorry I kept you up so late," Tina said. "I hate imposing on you like that."

"Hey, come on," Tommy said, "I'm glad I could help you."

Tina smiled, shook her head, and said, "Why couldn't I have married someone like you instead of a jerk like Ron?"

Without thinking, Tommy replied, "I'm available." He felt his face get hot the minute he blurted it out. He'd thought it, but had no intention of saying it.

"You're quite a kidder, aren't you?" Tina laughed. "I appreciate the compliment, but believe me, you don't want to be saddled with an old lady and baby. That wouldn't be fair."

"I guess so," Tommy replied softly. He wasn't kidding when he said he was available, but Tina thought he was. It was just as he thought, there was no way he stood a chance with her. She saw him as the kid she worked with. Maybe he was just being silly. She was right, he was young, had another year of high school, and college after that. There would be other girls, lots of other girls. He looked at her as she walked away, putting on her apron. Maybe there would be other girls, but he doubted he'd ever feel the way about anyone else he did about Tina, whether it was dumb to feel that way or not.

The Inn was busy, so Tommy didn't get much chance to talk with Tina once customers started coming. Finally closing time arrived. The pretty red-head seemed to be rushing to get the setups for the next day done.

"In a hurry to get home tonight?" Tommy asked her as she rapidly placed salt and pepper shakers on the freshly-set tables.

"Greg's picking me up," she said, looking so cheerful it caused the young man pain.

"Oh," Tommy replied. He had been hoping for a chance to walk her home. No luck there.

Just then Greg walked into the dining room. "Ready to go, gorgeous?" he said to Tina.

"I've got a little more to finish up, then I can go," she replied.

"Ah, look, Tina, why don't you just take off," Tommy said, "there's not that much more to do. I-I can handle it."

Tina looked at him carefully. "You sure?" she asked.

Tommy nodded. "Go ahead," he told her. "I can handle this."

"Thanks, Tommy, you're a sweetheart," Tina said. She took off her apron, got her jacket, and left with Greg.

Tommy finished the setups, then he left, too. He was walking down the street, about half-way to his aunt's house when a car pulled up beside him and stopped. Kim smiled out the open passenger side window at him. "Want a ride, cousin?" she asked.

"Ah, sure, I guess so," Tommy replied. He wouldn't have expected something like this from his cousin. But then he'd been getting a lot from his cousin he hadn't expected.

Kim got out and let Tommy in the car, a big station wagon with a wide front seat. An attractive, slim blonde sat behind the steering wheel. The back seat was folded flat, so Tommy had to sit in front with Kim and the girl who was driving. Tommy recognized her as Donna Lawson, a friend of Kim's. She had attended the same high school he was presently attending, but had graduated a couple of years before he was scheduled to graduate.

Donna was a cheerleader and homecoming queen when she was in high school. Tommy, a freshman then, worshipped her from afar and never dreamed he'd get close to her. Certainly not as close as he was right then.

Donna had a slim, athletic body and long straight blonde hair that reached almost to her hips. She was wearing perfume and the scent filled Tommy's nose. He felt turmoil begin in his groin.

She turned and smiled at him. "Hi, Tom." Her voice was silky, soft and husky.

"Ah...hi, Donna," Tommy replied. He couldn't believe it! She'd always seemed so unattainable! Being in the same car with her, sitting next to her, was something he'd never imagined he'd do. Of course he never imagined he'd be making love with his aunt and Kim, either, so...

Kim slid in next to him, closed the door, and they started off. Donna turned left instead of right at the next corner and the young man realized they were heading away from his aunt's house, not toward it.

"I...aren't we going home?" Tommy asked nervously.

Kim patted his leg. "Not yet, cousin, not yet," she said. "I told Mom I was taking you to a party. She thought it was a good idea. She thinks you've been working too hard and need to get out with kids your own age." She leaned over and put her lips close to his ear. "And you have been, haven't you? Working hard, I mean," she whispered.

The special emphasis his cousin put on the word "hard" wasn't lost on Tommy. He wasn't sure whether it was Donna's slim leg was pressed against his on one side and Kim's on the other, or his cousin's sultry comment, that caused his cock to stiffen. Actually, it was probably a combination of all of the stimulating input he was being bombarded with in the close confines of the car's front seat.

"Donna works at the mall with me," Kim commented as they drove.

That explained Donna's outfit, Tommy thought. His cousin's friend had on a white sweater that buttoned down the front and a white mini-skirt. In the glow of the dome light when he got in the car, he good a good look at Donna's terrific legs.

The slim blonde kept driving. It looked as if they were headed out of town. Tommy had no idea where they were going and wasn't sure the idea of going to a party was one he liked. After all, he'd never been that comfortable with kids his age, and college kids wouldn't know he existed. Or care. How much fun would a party with people like that be? "Where is this party, anyhow?" he asked. "Is there going to be anybody I know there?"

"You know me, don't you?" Kim laid her hand on his leg and stroked it. Her gesture did little for the young man's composure.

"And you know me, too, don't you, Tom?" Donna asked. Tommy jumped when the pretty blonde's hand fell on his other leg.

His mind raced and his body caught fire. What was going on here? What were Kim and Donna up to? Donna's hand squeezed his leg, then slid upward. Tommy gasped when he felt the young woman's hand tracing the outline of his stiffening cock.

"My God! You weren't making it up, were you, Kim?" Donna murmured. Her voice sounded a little hoarse. "He's everything you said he was. And more!"

Tommy was so startled he was unable to speak. Kim must have told Donna about them! About him! He wondered how much his cousin had told her friend. Now Donna, lovely, unattainable Donna, had her hand on his cock! This was too unbelievable!

"Wait..." Kim said. "You can't tell when it's in his pants like that." Her hands went to the waist of Tommy's slacks and opened them. She got the zipper down, then reached inside, fished the young man's rigid cock out of its confinement, gave it a few strokes, then took Donna's hand and placed it on the swollen organ. "See what I mean?"

"Ahh!" Tommy groaned and squirmed. This was wild! He couldn't see straight, couldn't think straight! All he could do was react to what the two pretty young women were doing to him!

Donna glanced down at his lap, then she began pumping his cock as she drove. "My God!" she whispered, "It's awesome! Tom, you are really something!"

"Pull in up there," Kim said. Her hand slid under Tommy's shirt, gliding over his bare skin, fingers seeking and teasing his nipples, sending pinpricks of delight into his body from that area, too. Wild sensations rushed through the young man, stirring him, exciting him. His cock felt as hard as steel! He wasn't sure where they were and no longer cared. He felt the car turn, but what the girls' hands were doing to him made it impossible for him to think straight or see where they were.

Then the car stopped and there was a whirring sound as the electric seat glided back. Donna turned to the young man and her lips covered his while her hand continued sliding up and down over his erect penis. Her tongue lashed into his mouth and his met it. Meanwhile, Kim was unbuttoning her cousin's shirt. She pushed it open and her lips took the place of her hands teasing his nipples.

Tommy thought he'd been turned on before, but nothing was like what he was experiencing right then! Two gorgeous women were making love to him! He couldn't remain passive, so while his tongue dueled with Donna's, he laid a hand on her leg and slid it under her mini-skirt. Her lean, lovely legs parted and he discovered she wore neither panty hose nor anything else under the tiny skirt! His fingers found her vagina and she gasped into his mouth.

His other hand moved under the snug black skirt his cousin wore and his fingers began teasing her opening through the sheer silky panties she had on. He'd never been in a more erotic situation. The two women were doing things to him that were making him crazy, and he was returning the favor. The interior of the car began to heat up and the windows began fogging. The car was big, but in spite of that, things were crowded as the three young people on the front seat groped with each other's bodies.

"This isn't going to work!" Donna complained. "There's not enough room." Her hand was still clutching and squeezing Tommy's cock while his finger plunged in and out of her pussy and his thumb rubbed her clit. The passion-beset young man was affording his cousin the same attention.

"Let's go outside," the pretty blonde gasped. "There's a blanket in the back."

Tommy slid his finger out of Kim's clutching pussy and she leaned over the back of the seat, showing him a delightful amount of bare leg and hip. "Got it," she said, then she opened the door and slid out.

When Kim got out, Donna pushed Tommy back on the seat and crawled atop him, her lips again joining with his. Her legs pressed against his and the young ma could feel her pussy rubbing his cock. He really wanted her!

"Hey, come on, you guys!" Tommy heard Kim say, "Don't be greedy! I've got the blanket spread out. There's room for all of us on it!"

Tommy and Donna crawled and tumbled out of the car and joined Kim on the blanket. The two women fell on the young man once more. Lips covered his cock while hands roamed over his body, stripping what remained of his clothing from him.

Tommy was so aroused he wasn't sure who was touching what part of his body or with what. His hands had a surfeit of lovely female flesh to explore. Donna's breasts, he discovered to his delight, felt different from Kim's. Where Kim's were large and full, Donna's were small and hard, the nipples tiny, but very long when the girl was excited, and she sure was excited right then. Donna's legs were slim, long, and firm, while Kim's were fuller, more rounded. Both girls were beautiful, though, and the contrasts between their gorgeous bodies only served to excite him all the more.

"Ahh!" he groaned. Someone, he wasn't sure who because his eyes were closed when it happened, sank onto his cock. He opened his eyes and looked. He was fucking Donna! Or, more correctly, she was fucking him! As her hips pounded down against him, Tommy watched his cousin's hands move over her friend's body, stroking the blonde's flat belly, teasing her rigid nipples. Donna's eyes were closed and her long hair tossed wildly as her body bounded up and down on his deeply impaled cock.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the slender blonde cried, her body shaking, her pussy quivering around Tommy's cock. "Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! This feels so good! Oh! Oh! I can't wait! I can't wait! I gotta come! I gotta! Gahh! Gahh! Gahh!"

Tommy watched Donna's body spasm frantically while Kim twirled her friend's clit. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! He also couldn't wait. Like an overwound spring, his body released and uncoiled. "Unngg!" he grunted, his hips thrusting upward, his cock spraying a shower of hot semen into the lithe blonde's sucking channel.

Donna kept going for what seemed like an eternity. Tommy wondered if she'd ever stop coming. Finally she kind of folded up, fell off him onto the blanket next to him, and lay still. Tommy looked over at her, unsure what had happened.

"Don't worry about it," Kim told him, kissing him. "She just fainted. It happens every time she has a good come." She tugged at Tommy's head. "Eat me cousin! I want to come, too!" She laid back on the blanket, her legs spread.

Even though he'd just had a powerful orgasm, Tommy was still turned on. He rolled over, dove between his cousin's outspread legs, and began licking and sucking her tasty pussy. He slid one finger, then two, into her dripping wet hole while he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Kim went wild, her body writhing and shaking. "Tommy! Oh, Jeez! Oh, Jeez!" she wailed. "Eat me! Gahh! Eat me! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Yeah!" Her hands clamped around his head, forcing his mouth even tighter against her middle while her body shook and strained.

Finally Kim, too, lay spent, along with Tommy, whose head rested on her soft belly. Donna was still lying where she fell, oblivious to what had taken place next to her.

"That was incredible!" Kim gasped, still not completely in control of her breathing. "Tommy, you are something else!"

Tommy wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. Eating Kim had revitalized his cock. Once again it was hard as a rock! "Get on your knees!" he told his cousin, taking charge for the first time since the two girls had stopped to pick him up.

"What?" Kim murmured. She moved her leg and felt his hard cock. "My God, Tommy, I don't believe it! You're hard again!" Quickly she turned, got to her knees on the blanket, and presented her beautiful ass to him. Her body glowed in the bright moonlight, glimmering with a slight sheen of perspiration it had acquired from their strenuous sexual activities.

Tommy moved behind his cousin, gripped his cock in his hand, centered it on her sopping opening, then he slammed it deep into her lovely body.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Kim groaned while her cousin pounded into her from the rear. "God! I love this! Oh, yeah!"

Having come once, Tommy had staying power. He gripped his cousin's hips and kept driving into her slowly, steadily, loving the sound of his legs slapping against hers, enjoying the sweet sensations growing in his body as his cock probed into Kim, sliding smoothly in and out of her hot center.

"What are you guys doing?" Donna asked groggily, awakening from her passion-induced torpor. "My God! You're fucking!" She slid over so her face was under Kim and began sucking her friend's nipples.

Kim went wild, her back arching, her body shaking. Her hand slid over her companion's flat belly, between Donna's slim legs, and began plunging into the blonde's pussy. Donna's slim body arched and shook and Tommy could hear her moans, muffled by the breast flesh in her mouth. A more erotic sight he'd never seen.

"Aw shit! I gotta come! Now! Gahh! Gahh!" Kim shrieked, her body writhing. "Can't stop! Gahh! Gahh! Gahh!"

The frenzied movements of his cousin's body pushed Tommy over the edge. Fingers digging into her soft hip flesh, he gushed his seed into her pussy with a loud groan. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Donna writhing and straining, too, as she joined them in orgasm.

"That was the most intense fucking I ever did," Donna whispered after they finished and were snuggled together on the blanket. Tommy found that having a lovely naked woman on either side of him was not in the least unpleasant.

"Tom, you are the best I ever had!" Donna exclaimed. She kissed him on the cheek and snuggled closer to him.

"I told you, didn't I?" Kim said. "He sure knows how to use that cock of his, doesn't he?"

"I'll say!" Donna whispered. "God! When he was fucking me it felt like I was gonna come apart in a million pieces!"

When they all felt they had strength enough to stand up, the threesome got up, got dressed, got in the car, and headed for home.

"We're going to have to do this again, real soon," Donna said, her hand stroking Tommy's leg as she drove. "Don't you agree, Tom?"

"I sure do!" he responded.



Summer Vacation Ch. 14



"What happened with you and Uncle Dave yesterday?" Tommy asked his aunt the next morning after Kim had gone to work. He didn't want to ask his aunt about her marital problems until his cousin was gone because he didn't know if Kim knew her mother was considering divorcing her father.

Karen sat down at the table with him and sipped her coffee. "He told me he isn't going to ask for a transfer, he likes his job, and if I don't that's too bad," she said.

"What are you going to do?" Tommy asked.

"I've already done it," his aunt replied. "I have an appointment with an attorney at one." She had a determined look on her face. "If that's the way Dave wants it, I'll to let him have it." She smiled grimly. "Am I ever! If he thinks he's going to get out of this marriage unscathed, he's sadly mistaken."

"I-I'm sorry about," Tommy said.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Tommy," his aunt said. "I know now I should have done this a long time ago. I haven't been happy for years. It's just that, sometimes, it's easier to let things go than to change them."

"Have you told Kim?" Tommy asked.

Aunt Karen sighed, shook her head, and said, "No, not yet. I'm not sure how she'll take it. I mean, she gets angry with her father and all, but..." She shrugged. "I'm a little afraid to find out what her reaction is going to be. I'm sure she'll be hurt, but..."

"You're right, she's going to find out sooner or later," Tommy said. "It would be a lot better if you told her before she finds out some other way."

"I guess so," Karen said. "I just hate to do it."

"Well..." Tommy said. He pushed himself away from the table. "I'm sure you don't have to do it right away. I have to get going, Aunt Karen. I have to go to North Hampden again."

"What's over there that's so interesting, anyhow?" his aunt asked.

"Ah...it's kind of a health club I go to," Tommy said. "I've been going there for about five or six years."

"I see," his aunt said and smiled at him. "A health club, huh? No wonder you're in such good shape."

Master Kwan was working with other students when Tommy arrived, so the young man helped him instruct for most of the day. Some of the students were very good, but even the best proved no match for Tommy's skills. Master Kwan watched, making occasional comments.

"You know, my son," the old gentleman said when Tommy was ready to leave, "you are a are very good instructor. You have surprising patience for one so young. Perhaps I should retire and make you sensei."

"Thank you, sensei," Tommy replied and bowed to his instructor. He was extremely honored that Master Kwan would even consider giving him such a high honor.

"If you taught my classes," Kwan continued, "it would allow these old bones to rest."

Tommy bowed again. "My master honors me beyond belief," he said. "I will give your suggestion consideration."

"To have you accept would give me great pleasure," Sensei said.

Tommy left the dojo in high spirits. It had been fun teaching the other students. And what Master Kwan suggested was a great honor. Never before, as far as Tommy knew, had he asked one of his students to instruct.

He arrived at the Inn, parked his car out back, and went inside. Tina was already there. They did all the things they usually did to get ready for their first customers.

While they worked, Tommy noticed Tina wasn't as perky as she'd been the day before. "You OK?" he asked her.

Tina paused and was silent for a minute. "Sure," she replied, then she went into the kitchen to get some silverware from the dishwasher.

Because Tina seemed depressed, Tommy surmised something wasn't right, but he didn't want to pry. He didn't want to get her upset before work. And it was none of his business. At least that's what he tried to tell himself.

Saturday night was the restaurant's busiest night. They were so busy, Mr. Dreisbach had to help with bussing and waiting on tables. "I'm going to have to put on extra help for Saturday if this keeps up," he commented as he and Tommy passed at one point during the evening.

Tommy couldn't disagree. It was the hardest he'd worked since he started at the Inn. Not that he minded hard work. It kept his mind off Tina and whatever was bugging her.

Even though it didn't seem like it was going to, the night finally ended. Tommy helped the dishwasher while Mr. Driesbach and Tina did setups for the next day. The young man hated being in the kitchen. He was afraid Tina would leave before he got a chance to talk with her. The fact that the dishwasher was slower than mud in winter didn't help, either. Tommy did a lot of the work himself, and at last all the dishes were clean.

"You certainly are a hard worker, Tommy," Mrs. Dreisbach said. Tommy had taken off his apron and was headed for the kitchen door. "Such a good job deserves a reward. I just happen to have some peach strudel left. Come, you can have it."

Tommy really didn't want the strudel, but he couldn't refuse Mrs. Dreisbach. He ate it a little too quickly, but it tasted wonderful just the same.

"You seem to be in a hurry," Mrs. Dreisbach noted, smiling knowingly. "You have a date?"

"Ah...well, sort of," Tommy said. He was positive Tina would be gone by the time he got out of the kitchen. "Thanks for the strudel, Mrs. D. It was outstanding." He pushed through the swinging doors into the dining room and got a pleasant surprise. Tina was still there, just taking off her apron.

"Good job tonight, kids," Mr. Driesbach said as Tommy and Tina walked out the front door. "The two of you worked very hard. I wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't something extra in your paychecks this week."

"You don't have to do that, Mr. D.," Tommy said.

"Ach, what is having money good for if you can't share it?" his employer replied, grinning. "Besides, you both earned it."

"Is...isn't Greg picking you up tonight?" Tommy asked as he and Tina walked out onto the inn's porch.

Tina shook her head and said, "No." She started down the steps to the sidewalk.

"Mind if I walk along?" Tommy asked.

Tina stopped, turned, smiled at him, and shook her head. "No, I don't mind, in fact, I'd like it," she said. "I'm sorry I was so short with you tonight. That wasn't fair. It isn't your fault."

Tommy joined her on the sidewalk and they started for her place. "What isn't my fault?" he asked. He was getting a little braver talking with Tina.

"The reason Greg didn't pick me up," she said softly, "is that he and I aren't seeing each other any more."

"Oh?" Tommy felt a rush of elation. He oughtn't feel good about something that made her unhappy, but couldn't help it.

"He said he isn't ready for a family yet," Tina said. Her comment was very sarcastic. "Why do men have to be such assholes?" She stopped, turned to Tommy, and smiled at him. "Present company excepted, of course."

"Wait a minute," Tommy said, "You mean he stopped going out with you because of Bobby?"

Tina nodded.

"How can he be like that?" the young man said. "It...it wouldn't make any difference to me. I think Bobby's a neat kid." He laughed. "At least he's cute when he's asleep. I still haven't seen him awake."

"I wish I could meet someone my age who thinks like you do," Tina commented as they resumed the trek toward her apartment. "Most of the guys I go out with seem to think that just because I was married and have a child, I'm an easy lay or something. None of them take the time to get to know me, and not a single one has tried to really get to know Bobby, except to impress me."

"Sometimes I'm ashamed I'm a guy," Tommy said. It was kind of a silly thing to say, but he couldn't think of anything else and it just kind of came out.

"Maybe you're the future," Tina said, "maybe there will be more men who think like you do. Only problem is, it's too late for me. There aren't any men like you my age."

Tommy was miffed by her comment. "I'm a man," he thought, "I-I could be everything you want." But there was no way he could bring himself to tell her that.

They reached her house. "Oh, shit!" Tina said, stopping short.

Tommy looked in the direction Tina was staring. Her ex-husband's car was parked across the street. The man was already getting out. He staggered across the street.

"Hey, Tina!" the man yelled, "I gotta talk with you!" He stumbled on the curb, then lurched to a stop in front of Tommy and Tina. "We really needa talk."

"Not tonight, Ron," Tina said, her voice placating, "I'm dead tired. I had a rough night at work. I just want to get to bed."

"Yeah, sure," her ex-husband grumbled. He looked at Tommy through bleary eyes. "I know what you want. You wanna get this fuckin' kid, here, up to your place and fuck him. Don't give me that I'm tired shit!"

"Ron, don't talk like that!" Tina said. They were standing under a streetlight and, as Tommy saw her face redden, anger rose in him.

"I know how it is," the drunken man continued, "I seen you with this kid before. Wha's tha matter, you can't get no guys your age to go out with ya? They don't like used goods, huh? So you gotta fuck kids."

"If you keep this up, I'll get a restraining order," Tina said. "I won't have you showing up here whenever you want to drunk and abusing my friends."

"I got fuckin' visitation rights," her ex-husband blustered. "I wanna see my kid. Now."

"Bobby's in bed," Tina said. "You know visitation is at your mother's house every other weekend. You can't come here any time you want."

"Aw, what the fuck?" the drunken man muttered, " Jus' becaush I'm gettin' the way of your gettin' a little nooky, you're gonna try gettin' tough, are you?" He looked around. "You see any cops? You see anyone who's gonna stop me?" He chuckled drunkenly. "Nah, a' course ya don't. Only one here's this kid, and he ain't gonna do nothin, are ya, kid?"

Tommy moved back to get in position to launch an attack. He'd had about all he was going to take from this drunken thug. Behind Tina's husband, he saw a police car turn onto the street and begin rolling toward where they stood. It was quite a way off, but getting nearer. Good.

"Hey, look!" Tommy said. "There's a police car." At the same time he said it, he pointed in the direction of the police car. Tina and her ex-husband automatically looked in the direction the young man was pointing.

Ron and Tina had responded exactly as Tommy hoped he would. While their attention was focused on the approaching police car, he swept his leg around in a wide circle, taking the drunk's legs out from under him. When the drunk hit the sidewalk, he leaned over and quickly landed a single powerful thrust punch to the man's solar plexus and heard his breath gush from him with a loud "Whoof!"

Tina never saw a thing. When she turned around, Ron lay on the ground, gasping for breath, clutching his chest and Tommy was standing next to him, looking down at the fallen man. "What happened to him?" she asked Tommy, glancing down at her ex-husband wide-eyed.

"He must have lost his balance and fallen," Tommy said nonchalantly. "I didn't see it. I was looking at the police car and when I looked back, he was lying there."

The police officers saw Ron lying on the sidewalk, braked to a stop, and rolled down the cruiser's window. "You folks having a problem?" the officer driving asked.

"This man's drunk," Tommy said. "He may be sick or something. He just fell down."

The officer and his partner got out of the cruiser and walked over. Ron was on his knees now, trying to get his breath. With a terrible retching sound, he vomited.

The officers both made disgusted faces. "Yeah, he sure is drunk," one of them said. "You know him, ma'am?"

Tina nodded. "He's my ex-husband," she said. "He...he isn't supposed to be here."

"He...that fuckin'...that kid, he...he hit me when I wasn't looking," Ron croaked, then he vomited again. Some of the vomit hit one of the officer's shoes.

"Hey, watch it!" the cop yelled and jumped back. "Dammit, we better get him out of here. He sure as heck can't drive, drunk as he is."

"Kid hit me," Ron gasped. "Fuckin' kid hit me!"

"Did you hit him, son?" the officer who had been driving asked Tommy.

Tommy shook his head and tried to look innocent. "Of course not. He fell over," he replied earnestly. "I tried to catch him, but I couldn't."

"You fucking little asshole!" Ron screamed. He lurched toward Tommy but found himself pressed against a parked car, in the strong grip of the officers, with his arms bent up into the middle of his back.

"That does it!" the bigger of the policemen said. "You're gonna spend the night in the tank!" The officers put handcuffs on Ron, dragged him to the police car, and shoved him in the back seat. Ron kept yelling threats and accusations at Tommy until the policemen closed the door. They looked at Tommy and Tina, smiled, got in their car, and left.

Tommy and Tina watched the police car drive away.

When the police car turned the corner and moved out of sight, Tina turned and gave Tommy a long, hard look. "Did you hit him?" she asked.

"What do you think?" Tommy asked.

Tina smiled then shook her head. "No, I guess you didn't," she said. "It's a good thing the police came along when they did, isn't it?"

"It sure is," Tommy agreed. Ron had no idea how much pain the arrival of the police saved him.

"Well, I guess I better get inside," Tina said. "Thanks for walking me home, Tommy."

"Any time," Tommy said. He watched Tina go up the steps to her apartment building. On the landing outside the door she stopped and turned. "I almost forgot. We have a date tomorrow, don't we?"

Tommy had hoped she hadn't forgotten. "Yeah, we do," he said.

"Why don't you come over about noon?" Tina said. "I'll make some lunch and after we can go down to the park."

"See you at noon," Tommy said.

Tina went inside and he started walking toward his aunt's house. He hoped Kim and Paula wouldn't show up again tonight. He really wasn't interested in another night with them, as pleasurable as that might be. 



Summer Vacation Ch. 15



Tommy awoke the next morning looking forward to spending the day with Tina and Bobby. He was hoping that somehow, this time with Tina and her son would help her realize he was more than a kid. He knew thinking like that was silly. He was only eighteen and had a year of high school ahead of him. And at least four years of college after that. Thinking there could ever be a relationship between Tina and him, and especially marriage, was really a pipe dream, a distant, unachievable fantasy.

He slipped out of bed and, believing his aunt had gone to church, wrapped a towel around himself and went down the hall to the bathroom to take his shower. As he stood in the shower, he thought about Tina. Sure, he wanted to sleep with her. Very much so. But what he felt for her was more than that, much more. He had access to all the sex he could handle and then some, but what he felt for Tina was different. He liked her, liked being with her, liked talking with her. She was someone he could spend the rest of his life with.

While he stood there, musing about Tina, a warm hand slid around his hip and down onto his cock. "Wha...?" Tommy exclaimed and stiffened. It had to be Kim, Aunt Karen was in church. "K..." He turned and saw his aunt's flushed face. "K...keep doing that, don't stop," he stammered, while her hand massaged his cock to full erection.

"I couldn't resist," Karen murmured. She let her free hand roaming her nephew's soap-slick body while the other one pumped his now-hard cock. "I saw you going down the hall and thought I'd join you. You don't mind, do you?" There was no way she could pass up an opportunity to make love with him!

"No!" Tommy groaned. He felt his legs getting rubbery. He looked at his aunt's lush body, glistening with droplets of water. Her nipples were already hard and she rubbed them against his arm while her hand stroked him, making him feel incredibly good. "I-I love it!"

"I'm glad. I love getting to take a shower with you," Karen murmured. The contact with his body, especially that wonderful cock of his, was getting her very turned on!

Tommy had the soapy washcloth in his hand and he began to use it to caress his aunt's body. It didn't take long before she was gasping as loud as he was and both of them were shaking with need.

"My God, Tommy!" Karen moaned and squeezed his cock. "I don't think I've ever been washed like th...that!" Her nephew's hand, moving insistently between her legs, had her about to melt.

She had awakened that morning feeling horny. So, for the first time in ages, she stayed home from church. She knew Kim wasn't home and was hoping she'd get an opportunity get together with her nephew and do something about the need gnawing her insides. She was in her bedroom when she heard Tommy walk down the hall. She peeked out and saw he was wearing only a towel and her heart began to pound. When she heard the shower start she knew the opportunity she wanted was there.

Trembling with anticipation, she took off her clothes, slipped on a robe, and followed Tommy to the bathroom. When she got there, she slipped off her robe, and joined him in the shower. Things had gone more wonderfully than she hoped, and now...

Tommy liked what his aunt was doing to him, even though she had disturbed his thoughts of Tina. He felt her trembling and knew she was close to coming.

"Le...let's get out of here and dry off," Karen gasped, quivering with need. "I have to have you!"

"What about Kim?" Tommy asked. He still had some presence of mind and couldn't believe his aunt would do this with her daughter in the house.

"She...she went away for the weekend," his aunt gasped in reply. "With...with friends. To a camp in...in the mountains or something." She tugged his cock. "Please, Tommy, I need you!"

"Let's do it here, in the shower," the young man suggested.

"How...how can we do that?" Karen stammered. She was having a hard time thinking. Tommy had her so close to having an orgasm! She wanted his cock! She needed it inside her!

"Turn around and bend over..." Tommy said.

He showed his aunt what he wanted and she did it, clutching the soap dish and one of the faucets for support. He moved behind her, grabbed his cock, and slid the tip up and down through the soapy lips protecting her vagina.

"In me! Please! Tommy! I need you!" Karen groaned. She pushed her lovely ass back at him. She couldn't believe this was happening! Tommy had come up with a way of fucking she hadn't thought of! And it was wonderful! Now, if he'd just stick that big cock of his in her...

Tommy heard his aunt's pleas, but didn't comply...not yet. His fingers probed and her body continued to buck and quiver. He poked one finger at her tight little anus.

"Oh! Oh, God! That feels so good!" his aunt groaned and pressed back at him. Her action caused his soap-slippery finger to slide slowly into her snug opening. She couldn't believe what she was letting him do! He had his finger in her bottom! She never dreamed that could feel so wonderful!

Tommy was delighted to find himself finger-fucking his aunt's ass! His cock got still harder. This was too much!

"Tommy! Oh, God! What are you doing? Feels so good! So good!" Karen groaned. Her passion-drenched body twisted and turned as her nephew explored her nether opening. The lovely woman was ecstatic. She had no idea it would feel this good having her ass played with!

Getting his finger in his aunt's bottom increased Tommy's level of passion to the point where he could no longer hold back. Keeping his finger in her anus, he guided his cock to her pussy, then he slammed it home, his thighs slapping against hers. Powerfully, he began to lunge against her, his cock plunging wildly, his finger matching the pace in her ass.

"Tommy! Gahh! Now! Now! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Karen screamed. Her body went wild. Her nephew's dual invasion of her body gave her sensations she never dreamed were possible. Everything was swept from her mind by overwhelming ecstasy caused by the young man's hard cock and probing finger.

"Uhh! Yeah!" Tommy groaned as he hosed his aunt's insides with powerful spurts of sticky cream. It was one of the most intense sexual experiences he ever had!

As their passion waned, the lovers sank to their knees on the floor of the shower while warm water pelted them. Kneeling there, they clutched each other until their strength returned.

"God, Tommy, that was incredible!" his aunt breathed as his cock slipped from her and his finger left her. "What made you do that?"

"I-I don't know," Tommy said, "I just kind of happened, but since you seemed to like it, I kept doing it! You...you aren't mad at me, are you?"

Karen turned and kissed him passionately. "How could I be mad?" she asked. "God, you made me feel so wonderful! I-I've never felt anything as good! You are quite a stud!"

Tommy felt his face redden. He had a hard time handling compliments about his love-making ability. "Ah...I'm...I'm glad you liked it," he said.

"I loved it!" Karen said and kissed him again. "Do you have any plans for the day?"

"Ah, well, yeah, I do," Tommy said. "Remember, Tina, the girl who works with me at the Inn, invited me over for dinner?"

"Oh?" Karen said. There was a tone of disappointment in her voice.

"Ah, yeah," Tommy continued, "she, um, well, she said she wanted to do it to thank me for babysitting for her the other night."

"Oh," Karen said. "I-I guess I forgot you told me about that." She shrugged. "I guess I can't complain, can I? After all, we have the rest of the summer, don't we?"

"Yeah, we sure do," Tommy agreed. For the first time since his affair with his aunt began, the young man began thinking about ways he could end it. He still held faint hope a relationship with Tina might happen and if one did, he didn't plan to cheat on her. Problem was, with Uncle Dave out of the picture, his aunt was coming on to him stronger than ever. She wanted more, not less, of the forbidden pleasures they shared.

After Aunt Karen got out of the shower, he finished his own shower, got dressed, and headed for Tina's apartment. He could have taken his folks' car, but he decided to walk. He liked driving, but since he was spending time with Tina, he thought walking was better. It took longer.

He arrived at the apartment, pressed the buzzer, and Tina let him in. When Tommy walked in the apartment, he was almost bowled over as Bobby raced by on a little plastic tricycle.

"Bobby!" Tina scolded, "Be careful!"

"OK, Mommy," the little boy said. He stopped, turned around, looked up at Tommy, and asked, "Who are you?"

Tommy said, "I'm Tommy, I'm a friend of your mother's."

"You gonna be my new daddy?" the wide-eyed youngster asked.

"Bobby!" Tina exclaimed. She smiled at Tommy and flushed a little. "He asks every male who comes here that. Most of his friends have fathers, so he wants one, too."

Tommy looked at his red-haired co-worker. Tina was wearing a sleeveless orange top and acid washed denim short-shorts, with orange socks and white sneakers. He thought the outfit made her look younger. "She looks my age," he thought, gazing at her.

"Make yourself comfortable," Tina said. "The food's almost ready."

Tommy walked over and sat down on the sofa. Bobby got off his tricycle, ran over, and jumped on his lap. "If you're not gonna be my new daddy, how come you're here?" he asked.

"Bobby!" Tina's exasperated comment didn't even draw a glance from her son.

"Your mother and I work together," Tommy explained. "She and I are friends. I babysat for you the other night, so she invited me to come over and have dinner with you."

Bobby looked puzzled. "Grandma baby-sits for me," he said, "not you."

"You were asleep when I was here," Tommy said.

Bobby shrugged. "You like the Mutant Karate Hamsters?" he asked, "I think they're neat. Mommy got me some of them." He climbed down from Tommy's lap and headed for his bedroom.

The Mutant Karate Hamsters were cartoon characters that were all the rage right then. The story was that they were hamsters that had been exposed to gamma radiation, grew to human-size and had human characteristics. There had even been a movie made about them and a TV series was planned.

Bobby reappeared with some plastic hamster figures and climbed back in Tommy's lap. "See," he said, proudly displaying two small plastic figures. "This one's Hambone, this one's Hamlet."

"They're nice," Tommy said.

"You wanna play with me?" the child asked. "You can be Master Grimm, the evil sorcerer."

While Tina made lunch, Tommy and Bobby had a good time playing with the hamster figures. Tina kept watching them, smiling approvingly, but Tommy was too busy having fun with Bobby to notice. "Lunch is ready," she announced after a while.

Tommy and Bobby went to the bathroom and got cleaned up, then they joined her at the table.

"You and Bobby get along well," Tina commented as they ate.

"Maybe it's just because I'm a kid myself," Tommy commented. Tina had made meatloaf, his favorite thing. He thought it was the best he'd ever eaten, better than his mother's, even.

She shook her head. "No, it's more than that, I think," she said. "There's something special about you. It doesn't bother you to let yourself go. He doesn't usually take to men the way he's taken to you." She looked over at her son, who was watching them talk while picking up a glass full of milk. "Be careful with that, Bobby," she said.

"Uh-huh," the tyke replied. He carefully lifted the glass of milk to his mouth and sipped some, leaving a white moustache on his upper lip when he put the glass down.

"He has a lot of imagination," Tommy noted. "He seems like a really smart kid."

"I think so, too," Tina said. "That's why I'm so glad you helped me get him in the pre-school. If my tips at the Inn weren't as good as they are, though, I wouldn't have been able to do it, even with your help. That scholarship you got me is a lifesaver."


"Heck, I didn't do anything, really," Tommy said. "Like I told you, the professors at the college are all family friends."

Tina smiled. "I don't know what I'd have done if I hadn't met you," she said, making Tommy blush. "You've been a real savior. First you got Bobby into that pre-school, and you babysat for me that night I needed it, and..." She paused and looked at him with an expression that made Tommy blush even more. "...there was last night. I'm glad you were here."

"That other time your ex- was here..." Tommy said, taking a chance, "...did...did he hurt you?"

Tina looked down at her plate and nodded her head faintly. "Yes...he...he hit me," she said, "and..." Her voice trailed off.

Tommy was pretty sure he knew what she wasn't saying, and it made him furious. "Then I'm glad I did what I did last night," he said without thinking.

Tina looked up at him, surprised. "You...you did hit him?" she murmured.

Tommy nodded.

"Hit who?" Bobby asked, suddenly showing a lot of interest in their conversation. "Who hit him, Mommy? Did Daddy do it?"

"Never mind, Bobby," Tina said, "Tommy and I were talking about someone we heard about."

"Daddy hits my mommy sometimes," the little boy said, his eyes wide and his expression very serious. "I don't like it when he does that. When I grow up, I'm going to hit him when he does that. I hate it when he hits Mommy."

"Hitting people isn't a good thing to do," Tommy told Bobby. "You should never hit anyone unless you have to."

"The hamsters hit people," the five-year old said sincerely, "bad people. Sometimes Daddy acts like a bad person. I want to get big so I can hit him."

Tommy looked at Tina, whose eyes were reddening. "It's...what's happening to Bobby...is the worst thing Ron has done to us," she said. "I try to keep him from doing things in front of Bobby, but it doesn't seem to work."

"You could get a restraining order," Tommy said. "One of Mom's friends works for The Women's Center. She helps women get TRO's all the time."

"I've...I've thought of that," Tina said, "but I'm afraid it would make Ron angrier. The two times you saw him, he was in a relatively good mood."

"Swell guy," Tommy said. "Look, I'll give you the number. Call them and talk to them, anyhow."

Tina peered at him, smiling softly. "How old are you, anyhow?" she asked. "You seem so sure of yourself and you know so many things. You really are incredible."

"I don't know that much," Tommy protested, "its just that Mom and Dad are involved in all this stuff, you know, and I hear them talking about it at home."

Tina shook her head. "It's more than that," she said. "You're a really special guy." She reached across the table and patted his hand. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you."

"Mommy," Bobby said, "I thought you said we were going to the park."

"We are, just as soon as I get the dishes done," Tina said. She stood up and began picking up dishes.

Tommy helped her with the dishes. Within a half an hour, the three of them were on their way to the park.



Summer Vacation Ch. 16



When they arrived at the park, Bobby immediately headed for the swings and the other kids. Tommy and Tina sat on a park bench and watched him.

"He's got so much energy," Tommy said, "I don't know how you keep up with him."

"I don't, sometimes," Tina said. "It's good he's in pre-school. Usually he's tired enough when he comes home from school that he takes a nap without much fuss. And he's always been good about going to bed at night."

"Mom says I never wanted to go to bed when I was a kid," Tommy said. He really liked this. Spending time with Tina was more fun than anything that had happened to him this summer. She was treating him like an adult.

"You never answered my question," Tina said.

"What question?" Tommy asked.

"How old are you?" she said, smiling.

"I'm...ah...nineteen next week," the young man admitted. He felt as if he were saying he was going to be twelve. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of the difference in their ages.

"So you'll be able to vote this year," Tina said.

"Huh?" Tommy said, then he realized what she'd said. "Yeah, I guess so. Kinda weird, isn't it? I can vote, but I can't drink legally."

Tina frowned. "Is that important to you?" she asked. "Drinking, I mean?"

Tommy shook his head. "Nah, not really. I guess it's more that I'd like to be able to drink if I want to," he said. "Actually, I don't much care for the taste of liquor. I don't like beer much, either. Except when it's real hot. Sometimes, when we're doing the yard in the summer, my dad and I have a beer. I've had maybe a six-pack in my whole life."

"I hope you never change your mind about drinking," Tina said and hugged herself. "I had no idea how much Ron drank until after we were married. Then it was too late."

"Yeah, but you got out of the marriage," Tommy said.

Tina nodded. "For a while, I wasn't sure I was going to," she said. "It was really scary." She shuddered. "And sometimes, the way Ron acts, I'm not sure I'll ever be free of him."

"What about your folks?" Tommy asked. "Didn't they try to help?"

"My parents are dead," she told him. "They were killed in a car crash when I was your age." She snorted. "A drunk driver hit them head-on. He wound up with a broken arm."

"I'm...I'm sorry," Tommy said. "I didn't know..."

Tina gave him a sad smile. "No way you could have known," she said softly. "It's ironic I wound up married to a drunk, isn't it? Ron's had at least six accidents and been arrested for drunk driving twice that I know of. He's a mess." She turned and looked at Tommy. "What did you do to him last night?"

"Ah, well, I've...I've been studying karate and kung fu and I used a couple of moves on him," Tommy admitted.

Tina's eyes widened. "You know karate?" she said. "Really?"

Tommy nodded. "You're the only person who knows," he told her, "except my parents and some of the people in North Hampden who come to the dojo."

"How come you don't want people to know?" She looked puzzled. "Don't you compete in tournaments and stuff like that?"

Tommy shook his head. "I could, I guess," he replied, "but Master Kwan - he's my sensei, my coach - says competition isn't what karate is about. He says it's something you have inside you, something you become. He doesn't believe in competition."

Tina smiled at him. "I never met a karate expert before," she said. "Do you have a black belt or whatever it is?"

Tommy shook his head again. "Master Kwan doesn't believe in that stuff, either" he told her. "He's a lot like the guy in that movie. You know, the Okinawan guy who teaches that kid how to do karete by waxing cars and stuff. Master Kwan's from Okinawa, too."

Tina nodded. "The more I learn about you, the more amazed I am," she said. "You are not what you seem to be, are you?"

"I don't know," Tommy said. He found this line of discussion uncomfortable. He wasn't used to talking about himself. "I never thought about that much. I kinda think I'm just an ordinary kid."

Tina shook her head and smiled. "No you're not. You're not ordinary at all," she said, embarrassing him even more. "You are the most understanding, thoughtful, wonderful man I ever met. I've never known anyone quite like you. You'll make some lucky girl a wonderful husband, and from the way you are with Bobby, I think you'll be a wonderful father, too."

Tommy felt like hiding. He'd never gotten this many compliments before, especially not from an attractive woman. "Aw..." he said and felt his cheeks getting hot.

Tina laughed. "OK, I'll cut it out," she giggled. "You know, you're cute when you blush." She got off the table and grabbed his hand. "Come on, I want to go on the swings."

Tommy followed her to the swings. She got on one and looked at him. "I need a push," she said.

Tommy moved behind her and, his hands shaking, began pushing her. When he touched her, tingles went up his arms and he got goose-bumps. This really was the most fantastic day of his life!

After a while, Bobby got tired of playing with the other kids and wandered over. "Wanna go on the slide with me, Tommy?" he asked.

"Sure, Bobby," Tommy said. He would have rather kept pushing Tina. He thought ouching her, even just to push her on the swing, was the most wonderful thing he'd ever done.

The problem with having as much fun as he was, Tommy discovered, was that it made the day go too fast. He and Bobby spent a while on the slide, with Tina watching and eventually joining in. After several rides, she said, "We ought to get home, I guess. Bobby needs a nap."

"Aw, Mommy, I'm having fun!" the little boy protested. "Tommy doesn't want to go home, do you, Tommy?"

"We have to do what your Mom says," Tommy told him. "She's the boss."

"Aw..." the little guy pouted.

"Come on, sport," Tina said as she took her son's hand. "Tommy will come over again some time and we'll do this again."

The little boy put his hand in Tommy's and looked up at him. "Will you?" he asked. "Will you come over and play with me again?"

"I sure will, if your Mom says it's OK," Tommy told him. An idea came to him. "Hey, maybe your Mom will let me take you to see the Karate Hamster movie." He looked at Tina, who smiled back at him.

"You sure you're up to that?" she asked him.

"Sure," he said. "In fact, you can come along to help me out if he gets to be too much to handle." He was amazed that he'd managed to ask her to go to the movies with him, even if the invitation had been a little oblique.

"We'll see," she said. "But I suppose there's no reason we can't do it."

Tommy felt like jumping up and down and yelling. He managed to hold his reaction down to a smile.

With Bobby between them, holding hands with both of them, they started walking back to the apartment. They stopped at an intersection to wait for the light. A low-slung sports car braked to a stop in front of them.

"Hi, Tom," a soft, warm voice said.

Startled, Tommy looked at the car. Donna was in the passenger seat and a good-looking Yuppie-type was driving. He glared at Tommy.

"Ah...hi, Donna," Tommy said and waved at her. With a roar and squeal of tires, the car shot away when the light turned green.

Tina looked at him, grinned, and said, "I take it you know her."

"Ah...yeah, she's, um, a friend of my cousin's," the young man replied.

"She's very pretty," Tina commented. The light turned and they started across the street.

"I guess so," Tommy said, "if you like that type. She's kinda old for me, though. She's in college."

"Ah, I see. She's an old college lady," Tina said as they walked along. "That must make me a senior citizen."

"No..." Tommy said quickly. He tried to think of the right thing to say. "That's not what I meant. It's just that..."

"Tommy, I was just teasing," Tina said.

"Yeah, I knew that, I guess," Tommy replied.

Bobby started acting a little sleepy about halfway home, so Tommy picked him up and carried him. The tyke was asleep on his shoulder by the time they arrived at Tina's building. She let them in and Tommy carried the youngster up to the apartment and put him in bed.

Tina was standing in the living room when he came out.

"He was really pooped," Tommy said. He knew the day was over, and that he had to leave, but he didn't want to. "I had a lot of fun today. He's a really neat kid."

Tina smiled and nodded. "Today was one of the nicest days I've had in a long time, too," she said, then moved closer and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

"Ah...aw, I...um, I had a good time, today, too," he said, feeling himself get hot. "I really did." He looked around. "I, ah, I guess I better get going. My aunt's expecting me for dinner." He started for the door, opened it, then turned around. "I meant what I said, about taking you guys to see the movie."

Tina nodded. "We can talk about it at work tomorrow and decide when we're going to do it," she said.

"OK," Tommy said. He went out, closed the door behind him, and started down the steps. He was both exhilarated and depressed. He'd had the neatest day of his life, but it was over. And Tina had said she wouldn't go to the movies with him. His mood improved. Maybe the idea of him getting together with her wasn't so crazy after all. If nothing else, he had Bobby on his side.



Summer Vacation Ch. 17



Tommy got back to his aunt's house, went inside and found it dark and quiet. He assumed everyone was asleep, went to his room and laid down on his bed. He'd only been there a few minutes when the door opened and Kim walked in wearing a camisole so sheer he could see the lacy thong bikini she wore under it. He gaped at her, unable to believe she would take a chance on walking around the house dressed like that. What if her mother found them in his room?

"Have a good day, cousin?" Kim asked. She walked to the bed and sat down next to him. "Mom said you went to some lady's house."

Her breasts, nipples erect, showed through the almost-transparent garment. Tommy had a hard time not looking at them. He was also having a hard time breathing. "Ah," he gulped, "it was, you know, OK." He'd rather not discuss Tina with his cousin.

"Mom says this she's a divorcee, with a kid," Kim went on. As she talked, she absently stroked herself. The young man found that very distracting.

"Yeah, ah, she is," he replied. Between not wanting to talk about Tina and the fact that he was having a hard time breathing, he could only manage than short sentences. "She's nice, though."

"How old is she?" Kim asked.

She leaned forward and slid her hand under Tommy's T-shirt. That caused a lot of tension to build in his body, on top of tension that already boiled there. He felt himself rapidly losing control. His cousin was making him crazy with excitement and there was nothing he could do about it, even though part of him felt as if he was deceiving Tina by allowing this to happen.

The gorgeous, shapely young woman managed to get her cousin's jeans open. Then she slid her hand into him, grasped his hardening cock in her hand, and began pumping it in her warm fist. "God, I love this!" she murmured, massaging the fluids seeping from the slitted tip into the shaft of the stiff organ.

Tommy writhed and moaned, his hips jerking off the bed. He wondered if it really was possible to be a male nymphomaniac. He sure wasn't able to resist sexual advances any woman made. His attractive cousin began sucking his cock and memories of Tina were swept from his mind by the wild feelings her mouth evoked.

Kim stopped, sat up, and looked at him, grinning. "You like it when I do this, don't you, Tommy?" she asked.

"Yes!" Tommy passionately hissed in reply.

All of a sudden, Kim jumped off the bed and walked to the bedroom door. "If you want me, you'll have to catch me," she said, grinning.

Tommy didn't stop to think. She'd turned him on so much he had to have her! He jumped out of bed, forgetting his pants were around his legs, and tripped on them when he tried to take a step and go after her.

While he was struggling to get his feet untangled from his jeans, he heard Kim's soft chuckle and looked up. She was still standing in the bedroom doorway, grinning. "What's the matter, cousin?" she asked, "Too turned on to walk?" She turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Tommy struggled out of his clothes, got to his feet, and dashed after her. He got out in the hall and saw her disappear into her bedroom. His cock preceding him, waving and bobbing, he burst into her room.

Kim stood there, her face flushed, her magnificent chest heaving. "I changed my mind," she grinned, "I don't want to make love tonight."

Tommy kept walking toward her. He didn't care whether she wanted to make love or not, he was going to have her! Besides, part of him realized this was just a game she was playing.

"I-I told you, Tommy, I don't want to..." Kim murmured - she actually sounded a little scared - as he continued to approach her. She backed toward her bed.

"You started it," Tommy panted, "you're gonna finish it, whether you say you want to or not."

Kim swung her hand at him, acting as if she was trying to slap him. Her motion was slow and the young man easily deflected it and moved closer. Her hands went to his chest and she pushed him weakly. "Tommy!" she said.

She tried to sound firm, but something in her voice told the teenager his cousin wasn't serious, that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

"Don't!" Kim said, "I told you...I-I changed my mind."

Tommy kept crowding his cousin until her legs were against the bed, then he pushed her onto it and fell on top of her lush body.

"Tommy, stop this!" Kim said. She squirmed under him, inflaming him even more as his cock rode between her silken thighs. Her hands pushed at him. "Get off me!" she gasped. All the while her hips thrust up at him and her body squirmed, begging him to take her.

Tommy managed to trap both of her hands with one of his. He reached between them, shoved the tiny strip of her panties aside, and guided his cock to her soaking wet opening. With a lurch of his hips, he drove into her. A shudder of delight wracked him as his straining, swollen shaft sank into warmth and wetness. He released her hands and slid his hands under her, clutching her ass as he drove into her.

"Oh! Oh, God! Tommy!" Kim cried. She locked her legs behind his, her hips thrusting against him. "Yeah! Oh, God! Yeah! Fuck me! Eeyahh!"

Like an out of control pile driver, Tommy pounded into his cousin, not caring whether he hurt her on not. His pelvic bone ground against hers, and she responded powerfully, arching herself off the bed. Her fingers raked his back.

"Take me! Now! Oh, God! Now! Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes! Yes!" the beautiful female cried. Her body stiffened, then went into a series of wild shudders.

"Uhh!" Tommy groaned when he erupted into her, hosing her insides as his orgasm joined hers.

"I knew it would be intense if I teased you!" Kim whispered after they finished. They were lying in her bed, snuggled in each other's arms. "Did you like my game?"

"Uh-huh," Tommy said. Then he realized something and sat up. "Your mother! My God! I forgot all about her. What...what if she comes in and catches us? What if she woke up and heard us?"

Kim pulled him back down and kissed him. "Don't worry, cousin," she said. "Mom went to a church function in Topton, a women's support group or something. She and Dad are getting divorced, did you know that?"

Tommy was surprised how calm Kim was about her parents' marriage breaking up. He nodded. "She told me," he said. "I'm sorry."

Kim shrugged. "Hey, Dad's been a jerk the last few years," she said. "I can't blame Mom for not wanting him around. I, you know, kinda feel funny it happened, but that's the way it is, I guess. Hell, most of my friends' folks are divorced." She looked at him. "What's this lady you went out with today like?"

"I-I didn't 'go out' with her," he said. "We had lunch and went to the park with her son."

"You getting in her pants?" Kim asked.

"No," Tommy snapped. He wasn't sure why her question bothered him. "We're just friends. We work together." He could feel his cousin studying him.

"You got the hots for her," Kim said. "I can tell from the way you look and how you talk about her. She good-looking?"

Tommy shrugged. "She's not bad-looking, I guess," he said.

Both of them jumped when they heard the front door open.

"Jesus Christ!" Kim whispered. "Mom's home early!" She looked around, panicked. "What are we gonna do?"

Tommy slipped out of bed and looked around for a place to hide. Maybe under the bed. He went to the side away from the door and tried. He fit, just barely. "Tell her I'm not home yet," he whispered to his cousin. Jesus, if Aunt Karen caught them, there'd be hell to pay! He lay there, holding his breath while his aunt opened the door and came into the room. He could see her feet on the other side of the bed.

"Isn't Tommy home yet?" he heard Aunt Karen ask.

"I haven't seen him," his cousin replied.

"And he didn't call?" Karen asked. "That's not like him."

"I just got home," Kim said. Tommy was amazed how cool she was. "Maybe he tried calling earlier. I'm sure he's fine."

"I suppose," Karen said. "I'm beat. I'm going to go to bed. Good night, honey."

Kim said, "Good night, Mom."

Tommy watched his aunt's feet move to the door, then the door closed. Carefully, he slipped out from under the bed. He realized he didn't have any clothes on. They were on the floor of his room where he'd left them before he chased Kim into her room.

Kim giggled softly and said, "Wow! That was close."

Tommy sat on the bed. "Yeah, it sure was," he agreed. "Your mom would've had a fit if she'd found me in here." He chuckled. "Especially since I'm buck-naked. You think it will be long before she's asleep?"

"I think she had a couple of drinks," Kim said. "I could smell it on her breath. Mom's not a drinker, and when she does, she goes to sleep right away. Why don't I check?" She slipped out of bed, pulled her nightshirt on, then went out the door. She was back in a few minutes. "She's asleep," she said, "Out like a light." She giggled. "Mom snores. I listened at the door and could hear her."

Tommy got up and started for the door. Before he could leave the room, his cousin grabbed him and kissed him. "We'll have to play our little game again sometime, won't we?" she said.

"Yeah, we sure will," Tommy said. He slipped out of his cousin's arms and headed for his own room. Inside, he picked up his carelessly strewn clothing, then got in bed. It didn't take him long to fall asleep. 



Summer Vacation Ch. 18



"Did you have a good time with your friend and her little boy yesterday?" Aunt Karen asked Tommy at breakfast the next morning.

"Yeah," he said, "we went to the park. Tina's little boy is really cute."

"You got home pretty late," his aunt said. Her voice had a cautionary tone. "And you didn't call. That's not like you."

"I tried calling," Tommy said, "but nobody was home. I'm sorry."

"It's all right," his aunt said, "it's just that I worry about you. I have to answer to your parents if anything happens, remember."

"I know, Aunt Karen," Tommy said. He kept being surprised how his aunt acted from day to day. They were having a torrid sexual affair, but then other times she acted parental. He wasn't sure what was going on now; was she being parental, or were there other reasons for the way she was acting? Like jealousy.

"How old is this woman?" his aunt asked.

"I'm not sure," Tommy said. "I think she's in her twenties. I mean, if she got married when she was eighteen and had Bobby right away, that would make her twenty-three, I guess."

Kim walked into the kitchen and sat down. "What are you guys talking about? You look so serious," she asked. Her outfit for the day was a pink off-the shoulder sweater and incredibly snug white pants. Tommy wasn't sure, but from the way her breasts moved when she reached for the pitcher of orange juice, he was pretty sure his cousin wasn't wearing a bra.

"We were discussing Tommy's lady friend," Karen said. Her tone of voice displayed a trace of disapproval.

"He's got a wicked crush on her," Kim said.

"Oh?" Karen sounded surprised. "He does?"

Kim nodded and grinned. "Yeah, he and I were talking about her the other day," she said. "I think he's got the hots for her."

Karen looked at Tommy. "Just what is your relationship with this...this woman?" she asked.

"We're friends," Tommy replied. He was more than a little angry his cousin had said what she did. What he felt about Tina was none of their business, even if he was sleeping with both of them. "I like her, sure, but nothing more than that."

"You better be careful," his aunt warned. "You're too young to be involved with a married woman."

Tommy felt a flare of anger. "What the hell are you talking about?" he thought, "It's OK if you and I fuck our brains out, but it isn't OK if I do it with someone else?" For a second, he thought about confronting his aunt and cousin but decided it would be foolish to do so, since that could end the sex he was having with them, and if Aunt Karen found out what he and Kim were doing, it would make an even bigger mess of things. He stayed silent, finished his cereal and pushed himself away from the table. "I have to go to North Hampden this morning," he told his aunt. "I'm going right to work afterward."

"All right," his aunt said.

Tommy thought the look on her face was a little pouty, but didn't comment. He went to his bedroom, got his clothes for work and headed for the karate dojo. Maybe Master Kwan could help him figure out how to straighten out his life.

When he pulled up in front of the dojo there was an ambulance, red lights blinking, sitting next to a police car in front of the building. He jumped out of his car and raced for the doorway, just as two attendants came out carrying a stretcher with Master Kwan on it.

"Is he all right?" Tommy yelled.

"Who are you?" a policeman standing next to the ambulance asked.

"I'm one of his students," Tommy said.

"Looks like he had a heart attack," the cop said, "A bad one. Guy has to be ninety, if he's a day."

Tommy was stunned. He didn't know how old Master Kwan was. "Is...is he going to be all right?" he asked the policeman.

"Hard to say," the cop replied. "He didn't look good when I got here."

Tommy watched them load Master Kwan in the ambulance then it took off, siren coming to life.

"Where are they taking him?" Tommy asked the cop.

"Metropolitan Medical Center," the officer said. "Hey, you know if he has any family?"

"As far as I know, he doesn't have anyone," Tommy said. "His wife and son died in the war, before he came to this country."

"Jesus, who's going to look after the place?" the cop wondered.

"I'll lock up and make sure everything's secure," Tommy said. "I instruct a little. I've got a key."

"Thanks," the cop said. He turned and headed for his patrol car.

After making sure the dojo was secure, Tommy headed for the hospital. Next to his parents, he cared more for Master Kwan than anyone. He regarded the old gentleman with the same affection he would have a grandfather, if any of his grandparents had been alive. He found a parking space in the huge hospital parking lot, then made his way to the emergency room.

"Can I help you?" a stocky, stern-looking nurse at the desk near the entrance asked.

"Master Kwan," Tommy said, "Ah, Lee Kwan, he...he was brought in a little while ago by the ambulance from North Hampden."

The nurse studied Tommy. "Are you a relative?" she asked.

"I'm one of his students," Tommy explained. "He doesn't have any family. He...he was kind of like a grandfather to me."

"I see." The nurse sat there a minute, then she picked up the phone and dialed. She said something softly, then put the phone down. "One of the doctors will be out in a minute," she told the anxious young man.

An attractive blonde woman appeared shortly afterward. She wore a long white lab coat, had on dark-rimmed glasses and a stethoscope around her neck. She looked around at the people in the waiting room, then looked at the nurse at the reception desk. The nurse nodded in Tommy's direction, and the doctor walked over.

"Are you the person who was asking about Mr. Kwan?" she asked him.

"Yes, I'm one of his students," Tommy said. "Is...is he OK?"

The doctor shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "Mr. Kwan has died. He had a massive heart attack. We did all we could, but we couldn't resuscitate him."

Tommy felt his legs go weak and looked around, then he sat down in the closest chair.

The doctor sat down next to him. "Are you all right?" she asked.

Tommy nodded. He knew Mr. Kwan was old, but had no idea he had heart disease. He'd never considered the possibility Mr. Kwan might die and didn't know what he was going to do now. The Master had been a big part of his life for such a long time; someone he could talk to about things he couldn't even discuss with his parents.

"Were you and Mr. Kwan close?" the doctor asked.

"I-I...he was my sensei for over five years," Tommy replied. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks. "He...he was like...like my...my grandfather. I-I loved him very much."

"I'm really sorry," the doctor said softly and laid a hand on Tommy's leg. "Do you know if he had any family?"

"None," Tommy said, "he told me his family, all of them, were killed during the war."

"We found a paper among his effects," the doctor said. "It instructs us to contact an attorney in North Hampden. I assume he'll handle the burial and all the necessary details."

"I-I guess so," Tommy replied. He was too overwhelmed to think straight. "It...it would have been like Master Kwan to have planned for this." What was he going to do? "I...do you know the lawyer's name?"

"I can get it for you," the doctor said.

"Thanks," Tommy replied. "I'd...I'd kinda like to talk with him, you know? I mean, there's nobody else, I'd like to help with...with the arrangements. Master Kwan, he..." He began to sob.

"Is there anyone we can call?" the doctor asked. "Your parents or someone?"

"No..." Tommy called on his inner reserves using the training Master Kwan had instilled in him, and pulled himself together. "I-I'll be fine. I really will." He looked at her. "After all, is not death just another stage in our existence?"

The doctor looked puzzled. "Excuse me?" she said.

"Master Kwan said that once," Tommy explained. "He said, 'Death is not to be feared. When we die, we are simply moving from one plane of life to another. Death is yet another adventure.'"

"Mister Kwan must have been very special," the doctor said.

"He was," Tommy replied, fighting back the urge to sob. "I-I've never known anyone like him."

The doctor stood up. "Well," she said, "I have to get back to work. I'm sorry about your friend."

"Thank you," Tommy said.

"I'll have the nurse give you the phone number of the attorney," the doctor told him, then she turned and left.

Tommy got the lawyer's phone number, then went back to the dojo. He worked out hard, harder than he ever had but, somehow, the dojo didn't feel the same now that Master Kwan was gone. It was eerie, but as he was going through his exercises, he sensed something. It was as if the master's spirit was still there, as if Master Kwan was still watching over him. Exhausted, he made a sign indicating classes would be cancelled for the time being, and put his phone number on it as someplace to call if people had questions. Then he locked the building up and left, headed for work.

"Hi, Tommy," Tina said when he walked into the Inn. "You know, Bobby hasn't talked about anything but you since yesterday."

"That's nice," Tommy said glumly, "he's a really neat kid."

Tina studied him. "Is...is something wrong?" she asked.

Tommy nodded and tears started. "Master Kwan died today," he said. "He...he..."

Tina went white. "My God!" she exclaimed. "What happened?"

"He had a heart attack," the young man said. "At least that's what the doctor said. He...he was ninety, I guess. I-I never knew how old he was."

Tina gave him a hug. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

"No, not really," Tommy said. "Master Kwan didn't have any family. Some lawyer's going to handle things. At least that's what the doctor said."

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Dreisbach asked. He'd just come out of the kitchen and saw the tears in Tommy's eyes.

"A close friend of Tommy's died today," Tina explained.

"Would you like the night off?" Mr. Dreisbach asked. "I would understand."

Tommy shook his head. "No...I...it's better if I work, I think," he said. "Master Kwan wouldn't have wanted me to mope around. He...he said death should be celebrated, that death frees us from our earthly bodies and allows us to do things living people can't even begin to imagine."

"This Master Kwan sounds like a very wise man," Mr. Dreisbach observed.

"He sure was," Tommy agreed. "He taught me a lot."

"Are you sure you want to work tonight?" Mr. Dreisbach asked. "We are not usually busy Monday, I can handle bussing the tables."

"It's better if I keep busy," Tommy said. "Besides, if I go home, all I'll do is sit around and be miserable. I think it will be better if I work. Sensei would have preferred it that way, I think. 'No matter what happens,' he once told me, 'life must go on.'"

Tommy would have liked it better if they'd been busier, but it turned out he made the right decision. Working, doing familiar things, helped keep him from thinking about Master Kwan. Finally the evening was over, the Inn was set up for the next day, and he and Tina were walking out the front door.

"I've got the car tonight," he said, "I'll drive you home."

"OK," Tina said. Taking her home had become a habit, something he did without either of them thinking about it.

"Are you going to be able to continue karate lessons now that your, what do you call him, sensei is dead?" Tina asked as Tommy drove down the street.

He shrugged. "I hadn't thought about it," he said. "He talked about having me take over some of his classes, but now that he's dead..."

"Could you find someone else to teach you?" she asked.

Tommy shrugged again. "Maybe, but there aren't many senseis with the same philosophy he had," he said. "He may have been the only karate teacher in the country who taught non-violence."

"That's incredible," Tina said. "I mean, you see karate on TV and in the movies, and all people do is knock each other silly. He really taught you to be non-violent?"

Tommy nodded. "'Karate is a method of defending yourself,' is the way he used to put it," he told her. "'You must find your center. Once you are in touch with your center, you will find you have no need to show people what you can do.'" Remembering his teacher's words brought tears to Tommy's eyes again. "I can't believe he's gone."

Tina reached across the front seat of the car and laid her hand on his arm. "If there's anything I can do, please..." she said softly.

"Thanks," he said. "It's just I'm not sure what happens now. He was a Buddhist. He taught me some of their rituals about death. I don't know if anyone else will even come to his funeral."

"Didn't he have other students?" Tina asked.

"Some," Tommy said. "His classes weren't large because most kids who get into karate want to compete, you know? Once they learned some basic skills from Master Kwan, a lot of students switched to other dojos. There were some police officers he trained. I've worked out with them a few times."

They arrived at her building and Tommy braked to a stop.

"See you tomorrow?" Tina asked.

"Sure," Tommy said. Being with Tina had helped his mood. He hated to see her leave the car.

"Take care. If you want, call me, please," she said, then got out of the car.

Tommy waited until she was safely inside, then turned around and headed toward his aunt's house. He turned off the main drag onto the street where Karen lived and looked in his rear-view mirror. A car was coming up behind him fast.

"What the hell?" he thought as the car swerved out around him. He jammed on the brakes when it cut in front of him and stopped before he hit it.

Before Tommy's car stopped moving, three men jumped out of the other car. One of them was Ron, Tina's ex-husband. He had a menacing smile on his face. The two men with him were big and rough-looking.



Summer Vacation Ch. 19



Tina's ex-husband had a baseball bat in his hand and an evil grin on his face. Tommy didn't want his parents' car damaged, so he got out and moved away from it. Actually, he had several reasons for distancing himself from the car. First, he wanted to draw the men away from the car; second, he wanted more room to operate and; third, he wanted to keep his opponents unaware of what they were facing. If they thought he was scared and trying to get away from them, they'd be more likely to be careless, which would make it easier for him.

"You little fucker," Ron growled. He held the bat in both hands and waved it menacingly - at least he probably thought that's what he was doing. "You hit me the other night and got me fuckin' locked up. You're gonna fuckin' pay for that. I brought some friends along to see you get what's coming to you."

"You look like the type who'd need help," Tommy said. He was surprised he wasn't very frightened. "A man with no courage needs someone else to carry it for him," Tommy said, repeating something Master Kwan told him once. He felt a sense of calm, a belief he would come out of this all right. "You can handle this, my son. Remain centered and use the skills I taught you," a voice inside his head told him. It was as if Master Kwan was there, guiding him.

Ron looked puzzled. "What the fuck are you talkin' about, kid?" he grumbled. "I got all the courage I need right here." He patted the bat. "You're gonna be sorry you started messin' around with that bitch I was married to. And you know what? When we're done with you, we're goin' over and pay her a visit. I been tellin' the boys what a good piece 'a ass she is, and they wanna find out for theirselves." He cackled. "I'm gonna let them find out, too."

Now Tommy was scared. If, for whatever reason, he failed, Tina would be in danger. Bobby, too. He had to best the three guys. One of the men moved behind him and the other stood off to the side, apparently watching for the police.

"What's the matter, kid?" Ron said. He poked the bat in Tommy's direction. "Can't handle it when the other guy's lookin' at ya? Fuckin' chicken-shit kid!"

He poked the bat in Tommy's direction again. What happened next occurred so quickly none of the three men could ever remember exactly how they wound up in the shape they did.

When the tip of the bat neared his stomach, Tommy's hand clamped around it and he gave it a jerk toward him, pulling Ron off-balance, making him lurch forward. The bully never saw the sweeping kick that landed behind his head and knocked him to the ground face-first, smashing his nose, splattering his blood on the blacktop.

Tommy let the momentum of the kick carry him completely around and, since he was now holding the bat, he thrust it into the stomach of the man standing behind him. The man made a woofing sound and doubled over. The edge of Tommy's fist landed on his neck and he collapsed on the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye Tommy saw Ron trying to get to his feet. He spun and landed another kick alongside the man's head. His second kick flipped Ron over and he crashed to the ground on his back, his head hitting the pavement with a sickening sound. Before the man could move, Tommy straddled him and landed a powerful thrust punch to his solar plexus. The breath rushed out of Ron and he lost consciousness.

"Hey!" the third man yelled. Things had happened so fast he didn't realize his friends were in trouble. When he realized his buddies were down, he made a huge mistake by starting toward Tommy. Before the advancing thug knew what was going on, Tommy was flying through the air toward him. The teenager's foot landed on the man's chest, forcing him over backward. He landed on the street, his head slamming against the pavement so hard he went out like a light.

Landing on his feet cat-like, Tommy turned to face his opponents. All three were on the ground, motionless. Now that he'd bested them, what was he going to do with them? He dragged all three men out of the road, checked in the trunk of his folks' car and found a roll of duct tape.

He taped the men's arms and legs and put tape over their mouths to keep them quiet. Luckily, nobody on the street appeared to be awake, so he had no audience.

Also fortunate was the fact there was only one streetlight at the corner, quite a distance from where the planned attack had taken place. Once the men were secure and unable to give him any more trouble, Tommy loaded them into their car, then drove out of town. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he figured he'd know when he got there.

About ten miles out in the country, he pulled into a dirt road, drove a little way off the highway, then stopped. The men had come around, and were moaning and straining against their bonds in the back seat of the car.

Tommy dragged them out of the car onto the grass next to the road. He took their shoes and socks off, then took a small knife out of his pocket and cut their clothes off, leaving them wearing just their underwear.

That done, he approached Ron, who stared at him wide-eyed. Tommy tore the duct tape off the man's mouth.

Ron winced. "You bastard!" he sputtered. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Tommy smiled. "I'm going to leave you here," he said. "Sooner or later, if you manage to get the tape off, you can walk back to town. Your car will be in the parking lot next to the police station."

"You fucking little creep!" Ron sputtered. "You ain't gonna get away with this!"

"What are you going to do?" Tommy asked. "Tell the police you and your friends tried to beat the shit out of a kid and that kid beat the shit out of the three of you instead? I don't think so." He grinned. "You really are a worthless piece of shit." He leaned down so his face was close to Ron's. "I'll tell you something and you better listen. From now on, you stay away from Tina. I know you have visitation rights, and I can't keep you from visiting Bobby, even though I doubt he'd miss it. But if you ever, ever bother Tina again, I'll come looking for you. If you think tonight was bad, you'll think this was play time when I get finished with you. You understand?"

"You fucking asshole! You think I'm afraid of you?" Ron blustered. "I get out of this, I'm gonna get me a gun. I'll fix your ass, you fucker! I'm gonna..."

He stopped talking when Tommy's hand clamped his throat, cutting off most of his wind. The man's face reddened and his body strained as he tried to get breath. Tommy's fingers tightened around his larynx and he winced and turned very pale.

"Listen," Tommy said, his voice a low growl, "if I wanted to, I could tear your throat out. I'm not nearly as pissed as I'm gonna be if you keep this up. You stay away from Tina!" He released Ron, turned, got in the car, and left.

As he drove away, he realized he was shaking. He'd never before struck anyone in anger. He was also scared by how close he'd come to doing Ron serious harm. He could have torn the man's throat out! He hoped Ron would listen. He didn't want to have to deal with him again.

He left Ron's car in the police parking lot and managed to get away without being spotted. He walked back to where he'd left his car, got in, and drove the rest of the way to his aunt's house. Tonight, if either Karen or Kim came to his room looking for sex, he was going to turn them down. Enough was enough.

The house was dark when he arrived home. He went inside quietly, undressed, and got in bed. In spite of how keyed up he was, he fell asleep quickly. 




Summer Vacation Ch. 1



"Push that big dick in, Daddy. Quit teasing your big girl."

I slid the head in and Darcy groaned.

"More." She grunted at me and pushed her hips up to envelope more of the cock she wanted.

"Does this feel good to Darcy?" I teased her as I pulled back.

"OH GODDDD," she groaned when I pushed more of my dick inside her. "Fuck me. Please get that dick inside of me, Daddy."

It was all the invitation I needed and I shoved the rest of myself into her hot pot. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said repeatedly and I moved in and out.

I leaned forward and grabbed her jiggling titties.

"SQUEEZE MY TITS, DADDY," she yelled at me. "FUCK ME. UHNNNGGGG. HARDER. UHNNNGGGG. FASTER. UHNNNGGGG."

I reached down and pulled her legs up over my ass. She locked them together and pushed up with every stroke, trying to ride my dick. She pushed and thrashed, and grunted and screamed. I reached for her face and kissed her. Her tongue searched my mouth wildly. She broke the kiss, and screamed her satisfaction, "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD, I'M CUMMMMINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG." I felt her push up onto my dick and lock her pussy around it. Her legs were around my waist in a vice grip. I grabbed her titties and mauled them. It put her over the top. She shuddered repeatedly and her pussy contracted and convulsed. It was enough to push me toward another orgasm.

"I'M CUMMING, DARCY." I yelled.

"Inside, Daddy. Stay inside. Don't pull out."

I felt my dick spit and spurt again as I filled her cunny with my juice.

When the wave had subsided for both of us, Darcy looked at me dreamily, "Was I a bad girl for doing this, Daddy?" Her tongue played across her lips, pouting and waiting for my answer.

There was only one thing to say by then as I leaned down to tickle her tongue with my own. "No Darcy. It will be bad if you DON'T do this with Daddy anymore...."



Summer Vacation Ch. 2



Ever since I was a little girl, we've been spending our summers at the beach. Mom and Dad would rent a beach house, and we'd stay an entire month. Something happened in July with Dad that changed my perspective of what summer at the beach would mean from now on.

My dad is 43. He's 6'2", about 220 pounds. Strong and muscular. He's a virile man. He's not someone to be trifled with. He's very successful, and not used to hearing "No" from anyone. He always gets his way.

This summer, after we'd been at the beach for 2 weeks, my mom and brother were leaving early. Mom had to get back to work, and my brother was starting football practice. Dad and I were going to stay for two more weeks.

The day they left was like all the ones we'd already had. We'd spent the day at the beach, and then Mom and Sam drove off. They thought they could be back home by midnight if they drove straight through.

Dad and I were looking forward to two more weeks of relaxing. I was trying to wind down from the stresses of being 19, and Dad was always stressed from work.

Dad and I decided to walk down to the beach before we ate supper. I ran back into the beach house, and put on a new bikini I'd been waiting to wear. It was small, sure, but I have the body for it. My mom is so rigid and puritanical, I knew she wouldn't approve. But my dad has always been more giving and loving, and I knew he'd let me wear it. I wanted an all over tan, and the string bikini I had on would allow me to get one. Starting tomorrow. But, I had the idea to show Dad before we went down to the sand in the morning, just in case. I pulled my t-shirt over my strings, and met Dad for the walk. We were only a short distance away from the water's edge and it wasn't really dark yet. It looked like a storm was coming in. "Drat. I want to sunbathe tomorrow," I looked up at my Dad and said.

He smiled down at me, and I told him I had a new suit for a better tan and I wanted to show it to him to make sure it was OK. He said, "OK, Darcy, let's see." I pulled the t-shirt off, and he got a weird look on his face. He was staring at my breasts and my vagina. I wasn't sure what to do so I stood there.

"You've gotten to be such a beautiful woman, Darcy," Daddy complimented me. It made me feel good that he noticed.

"Do you like my suit?" I asked him. I even twirled around so he could see the front and back.

I guess there really wasn't much to the suit. I have really big boobs, and the material was acting like a harness instead of a bra. My boobies were shifting around every time I moved. But so what? My dad wouldn't care. I looked down, and thought, "Uh oh." I forgot to shave the hair around my pussy. It was sticking out all over. But I didn't need to be embarrassed in front of my dad. I'd shave tonight, and then it would be fine in the morning.

"Mom's such a prude, I couldn't wear this while she was here. You're more easy-going; I didn't think you'd mind." I smiled at him and he put his arm around me and gave me a hug. I put my t-shirt back on and we walked back to the house. Dad put his arm around me, and pulled me close to him. My boobs were pressed against his chest. His arm drifted down my back and he actually pulled me closer to him by grabbing my butt. It wasn't a grope exactly. More like a firm hand, pulling me in.

I sat in the kitchen talking to Dad while he fixed supper. I had taken a shower and was only wearing the same t-shirt. We weren't going out or anything, and I was only in front of my Dad. I didn't think it was a big deal. Dad kept looking at me while we were talking. I thought I saw him looking at my pussy a lot. It must have been showing. I'm real hairy. It's thick and black. I know I've got more because I've seen other girls in the gym, and my boyfriends have either been real turned on by it, or repelled. So if my t-shirt didn't cover me, there was a lot to see. I should've put some undies on, but I was too comfortable basking in his attention, to leave. I thought I might break the spell. I know he stared at my boobs, too. I'll admit they're a distraction when I don't have a bra on. They're big and jiggly. I like having them played with - it's just so dreamy when they get massaged or stimulating to me when they get banged back and forth into each other. This was the first time Dad paid attention to me as a woman. It was so novel, and I liked the attention. I started to wonder what it would be like if my Dad got turned on. But then I realized, "No way. He might look like a stud, but I'm his daughter."

We ate dinner at the table and Dad seemed to keep staring into my eyes. He barely ate anything. I caught him looking at my jugs, too, and so I gave them a shake to get his reaction. It was kind of funny, really. My boobies were swaying and his eyes just followed them. Left, right, left. He was watching my titties and he dropped his fork. I had my legs open - I wasn't thinking, I guess - and I still hadn't put my undies on. When Daddy leaned over to pick his fork up, I didn't move. I didn't want to draw attention to my nakedness down there. But my legs were open, and I think he saw anyway, because he just kept looking at me so strangely.

Thunder and lightning started a storm while we were still eating. Without any warning, except for that one big lightning bolt, all the electricity went off. Dad couldn't remember where the candles were, so we both went looking for them. He kept bumping into me. Almost like it was on purpose. I started giggling at the idea of that. My Dad trying to cop a feel. No way. But a couple of times I felt his hands running over my butt. There was no way he was looking for candles when he did that.

We went into the living room. We had a few candles lit, but the house was really dark. There were shadows in the room where we sat, and I guess we could see each other OK. Dad sat on one couch, and I sat across from him on another. I was doing all the talking. I'm really demonstrative. When I talk, I use my hands and move around with my story. Dad just listened and watched me. I swear he was so intense. I guess my boobs were jiggling and my pussy was exposed. Maybe that's why he seemed to be boring holes into me with his eyes.

I didn't have any idea how late it was, and Daddy wasn't doing any talking. I thought I'd just go to bed. I stood up and yawned and stretched, and walked across the room to give Daddy a kiss good night. It was dark, so I walked kind of slow, because I really couldn't see all that well. When I got close to Daddy I stopped in front of him and bent down to give him a peck. I put a hand on each of his knees so I wouldn't lose my balance. I bent down and puckered up for a quick peck. I said, "Good night, Daddy,"

But just when leaned in to give him a kiss, there was a loud thunderbolt that startled me. I lost my balance and my hands slid forward along Daddy's legs. And my hand ended up on his dick. It was an accident, and just when I was about to apologize, he started to have an orgasm in his swimming trunks. "UHNNN. FUCK. UHNNN. FUCK." Daddy was really getting off.

All I could think to say was, "Oh, my." For lots of reasons. I was stunned that Daddy would cum like that. Did I cause that, I wondered? And then his dick was so big. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. And then, too, Daddy took his hand and put it over mine and started to slide my hand up and down on his cock. I guess, "Oh, my" summed it all up. He really made a mess in his trunks, too. I still wasn't sure what was going on. Surely Daddy wasn't attracted to me that way. There was no way. But I was a woman. And Mom was gone. Was he going to use me to satisfy himself? That thought sent a tingle rushing through me. I actually got goose bumps. But it horrified me some, too.

Daddy got up from the couch and told me he was going to take a shower, and I should get ready for bed. He didn't say anything about the orgasm, so I sure wasn't going to bring it up.

I walked back to my bedroom. "Damn." I'd left the windows open and my bed was soaked from the storm. Not only was it dark and cold, but it was too wet for me to stay in there. I went into the bedroom my brother usually used, but I couldn't find any sheets or blankets. In the dark, I didn't have a clue where that nimrod put anything. And so, I went into Mom and Dad's room. I was going to tell Dad about the wet bed, and since he's usually so gallant, I figured he'd sleep on the couch. I peeled off my t-shirt, pulled the sheet over me and was ready to go to sleep. I barely heard the shower stop, and then, drowsily, I looked up and saw Dad standing by the bed.

Even in the darkness of the room, there was still enough light to see that he was naked. Not only naked, but excited. He had a penis like a donkey. I wondered how my mom ever got used to that lance of his just clubbing her. What happened next occurred so fast, I never even got the chance to ask him to sleep on the couch. It never dawned on me that he would get into the same bed I was in.

He yanked the sheet away, and laid down next to me. With one strong arm, he pulled me to him. "Darcy," he was right in front of my face, "you're driving me crazy."

I thought, "Maybe I shouldn't let this happen." It was just too weird. But when I moved to get away, I was trapped and my titties just rubbed against his chest. He seemed to like that so instead I tried to crawl over and away from him. My leg was across his groin and I started to climb over him. But he grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. He was humping that big horse cock against my leg.

"Don't, Daddy. What are you doing? C'mon, let me go." I was still struggling, but he was so strong. I was squirming and wriggling trying to break free. That seemed to excite him even more. I knew I could never break free, and I was actually starting to get excited. It was weird, really. It was so wrong to think about sex with him, but he was so handsome, and I could tell he really needed me. I wanted to touch him and pull him into me. But part of me still knew that I shouldn't be allowing him to do this to me and so I tried to break free. But he was so strong, and big, and I could sense that his dick was so powerful. And he smelled so manly after his shower. And I did love him, you know. All those thoughts and feelings were just washing over me. I was so conflicted. What was he doing to me?

Then with his other hand he reached over and grabbed my boob. He was breathing hard and really getting into it. I started rubbing my leg against his hip, and I could feel that big shaft rubbing against my leg. I couldn't help it. It was so tempting, and so bad! He was massaging my titties, and they're so sensitive anyway, and he was doing such a good job of it, and then I wondered again how my mother handled that big dick, and then I just suddenly was wondering how I would handle it. All those thoughts went through my mind in a second. Then Daddy loosened his hold on my wrists.

I could've jumped off. Instead, I reached down to touch his cock. I wanted to feel it. It was so hot and smooth. It was like an angry man, I thought. I guess I sucked my breath in and said something like, "Oh, my god." My hand wouldn't go all the way around it. Daddy leaned forward, and started to kiss me gently. Our mouths were closed, but he was insistent. He pushed my lips open with his tongue and I decided to kiss him back. I guess I shouldn't have. I knew he was excited, but it was turning me on, too. I was starting to think this was wrong. It was incest after all.

"Daddy, we shouldn't be doing this." I broke the kiss to tell him. I started to plead with him but he had his hands all over my breasts. He was tweaking my nipples and playing with my jugs. It felt so wonderful; I didn't really want him to stop. Since he was making me feel so good, I didn't stop him when he took my hand and put it on his dick again, encouraging me to pump it. My hand was moving up and down on that big rod, and then Daddy put his hand onto my pussy. His finger went straight to my clitoris like it was magnetized. I started moaning when that happened. "OH, OH, OH, OH..."

He quit just long enough to stick a long thick finger inside me. I know I was pretty excited, because I was very wet. His finger went in and out, and I started to move my hips with it. Then I had the thought of what his dick might feel like instead of his finger. A wave of shame washed over me. I wasn't too far gone to stop this.

But Daddy must have sensed my hesitation and he pulled me over on top of him. He started pushing my head down his chest. I was kissing him and when I got down to his pubes, I looked up at him. It was an unspoken question.

"Suck it, Darcy. I want that pretty mouth around my dick." He was so forceful and commanding. I was losing my resistance. I guess I wanted this to happen, too. He was so handsome. And then again the big thing was that I had him so turned on that I just couldn't leave him like that.

I kissed the head of his dick, softly and gently. I wasn't sure I could get my mouth around it.

I looked up at him and whispered, "Your dick is so big, Daddy. I maybe can't get it in my mouth."

But Daddy encouraged me. "Lick it, Darcy. Get it all wet, honey. That's a good girl."

So, I licked the shaft. I went up one side and down the other. I was slobbering and drooling on it.

I'd done this before and guys were always pleased. I gave his dick a bath in my spit. And while I sucked, I wrapped both hands around his dick and pumped him. I was going to jack him off, I thought.

Daddy must have liked it. He was pushing his hips up to meet my pumping hands. I heard him say, "Yeah, suck that dick, girl. Suck it."

I felt him pull my legs across the bed to his face. I lined my bottom up and pushed my cunt into his mouth then, and his tongue flicked out and tickled my pussy. He opened the lips of my pussy with his fingers and licked and sucked until I started getting dizzy. Even as I pushed my cunt into his mouth and humped his tongue, I kept thinking, "Daddy's treating me like I'm a woman."

"Uhnnn. Uhnnn. Uhnnn." I started moaning and groaning from deep inside my throat but I didn't want to quit licking his dick. But I couldn't help it. When I felt myself starting to cum, I grabbed that donkey dick with both hands, pushed myself up and ground my pussy into his mouth. It was wave after wave after that.

I tensed up and screamed. "AAAAHHHHHH...."

I was on fire. I was screaming, out of my mind. I pumped and pushed my muff into his mouth and he kept sucking and tonguing my cunt.

Just as it was ending, I remembered what I was holding on to. I'd been holding onto to his pecker like it was a saddle horn, helping me to stay on him while I rode his face. I wanted to give Daddy the same pleasure he'd just given me. I still had his dick in both of my hands and I just let myself fall over. My mouth enveloped the head of his cock and I was sucking him like he was in a vacuum. I was jacking him off, too, and he was pumping his hips, trying to fuck my hands and my mouth. My head was going up and down, up and down. And my hands were going down and up, down and up. It was like a machine, but I knew Daddy was loving it. He came just as fast as I had. "Darcy, I'm coming," he yelled.

I kept sucking and he shot jets of hot sperm into me. I started gagging and choking, but I was swallowing as fast as I could. All I could master was, "Mmmmpphhh, mmmpphhhh." What dribbled out of my mouth ran down his dick and I just pumped my hands over it. I wanted every bit of his juice. I milked his dick until it quit throbbing in my mouth.

Part of me was hoping Daddy wouldn't try to fuck me. We'd gone way past what was appropriate, and even though some of the girls I knew thought their own fathers were hunks, and had fantasized about doing them, I didn't know anyone who had actually done it. I was already so far advanced from them, I couldn't believe it. And what was so strange about it, was that my Dad really was a hunk and so far I wasn't too guilty about what we'd done. It was like we'd masturbated each other. With more help than normal, sure. But we hadn't fucked, or anything. As much as I didn't want this to go any further, I was still wondering how that dick would feel inside of me, pumping, pumping, pumping. I knew that I could take it, but still I was afraid it would split me apart. But idea of the sensations of pleasure he could give me with all his experience just caused me to shiver, "Oh god."

Daddy pulled me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, and gave him little kisses. He was so muscular. His big hands stroked my butt and I pushed my body into his. I felt so content.

Then I knew we weren't going to fuck. Daddy told me, "Let's sleep, Darcy. We'll talk tomorrow morning." I guess I was a little disappointed, but relieved at the same time. We both fell asleep like that, with me in his arms.

I woke up to find the lights in the bedroom were on, and Daddy was standing beside the bed, stroking his dick. The covers had been pulled away from me, and he was beating off looking at me. Remembering how warm he'd made me feel, I smiled up at him. I grabbed my boobs and pushed them together. It was like pushing two mountains together, and I could tell he liked it.

Then Daddy told me what was on his mind. "I'm going to fuck that little pussy, Darcy, and you can either enjoy it from the start or fight me, and start enjoying it after I start fucking you." He was so forceful and aggressive I knew I didn't really have a choice.

I opened my legs for him to see me. I was so horny, that fast. Just looking up and having his dick filling my vision. I made a decision. I wanted to feel it inside of me. I might never have another chance, but it was really all up to Daddy. I held out my arms to him and invited him to take me.

"Come, Daddy. Come to me."

It was all up to him. He climbed onto the bed and got between my open legs. I bent my knees. He was on my knees, aiming himself at my open pussy.

I begged him to enter me. "Fuck me, Daddy. Complete it. Fuck me." God, I wanted that dick inside of me.

Then with his hand on his dick, he teased me by stroking himself up and down and up and down my wet opening. I tried to climb onto his cock, but he kept himself just outside of me.

I pleaded with him not to tease me. "Push that big dick in, Daddy. Don't tease me anymore. Fuck me."

He put just the head of the monster inside of me and I could feel myself stretch. I groaned from the pain and pleasure, "UUUUHHHHHNNNNN."

"More." It was all I could say. My head was spinning at the feeling and at what we were doing. Could we stop? Did I want him to? He was so persuasive.

He teased me and I knew he wanted me to beg, "Does this feel good to Darcy?" Where did he get his will-power? How could he hold back?

"OH MY GOOOODDDDDDD," I screamed out as he shoved half of what he had inside of me. I was going wild. My hips were off the bed, bucking, trying to slide my whole body onto his pole. "Fuck me. Please get that dick all the way inside of me, Daddy."

I think he had teased me enough. When I yelled that, he just shoved the rest of that horse dick into my sopping pussy. My head went from side to side. I was out of my mind, thrashing around on the bed. I was trying to fuck him back as he pounded that piston into me. I was drilling me, and there was nothing gentle about it. There was nothing resembling a father and a daughter. Just two people trying to fuck each other to an intensity they'd previously not know. I heard myself screaming and whimpering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" with every powerful thrust.

Somewhere in my mind, I heard Daddy, "Fuck me, Darcy. Fuck my dick, girl." My tits were shaking and heaving all over my chest and I left Daddy paw my jiggling titties. He was manhandling them. Mauling and squeezing them and it felt so good.




Summer Vacation Ch. 20



The morning after Master Kwan died, Tommy called the lawyer's office and found out which funeral home was handling Mr. Kwan's burial. He called the funeral home next and learned that Mr. Kwan had left orders to be cremated, and that there was to be no service or calling hours.

He did manage to convince the funeral director to allow him to do a Buddhist service, however, and did that the next day, after his Sensei had been cremated. Conducting the rituals in front of the brass urn holding Sensei's ashes felt odd, but he managed to get through it. When he finished, the funeral director advised him Kwan's remains were to be shipped back to Okinawa so he could be buried with his family.

For a couple of weeks after Kwan's death, things went on as usual in the young man's life. His affairs with his aunt and cousin continued, and he continued to take Tina home after work. There was no sign of Tina's ex-husband, something that gave the young man great pleasure.

"Tommy, there's a lawyer on the phone. He says he has to talk with you," Aunt Karen said, awakening Tommy one morning about two weeks after his Sensei's death.

The young man struggled awake, climbed out of bed and slipped into some clothes, then went out to answer the phone. "Hello?" he said, still a little groggy.

Aunt Karen stood watching, looking confused.

"Is this Thomas Jackson?" the man on the phone asked.

"Ah, yeah, it is," Tommy replied.

"My name is Alden Brothers," the man said. "My firm represented Lee Kwan. We helped him compose his will and are the executors for his estate."

"Yes?" Tommy replied. He was confused. Why was the lawyer calling him?

"As you know," the lawyer continued, "Mr. Kwan had no known living relatives."

"I know," Tommy said, "they were all killed during the war."

"That was my understanding, too," the attorney continued. "Since he had no relatives, Mr. Kwan designated you as his sole heir."

"He...he what?" Tommy gasped, stunned.

"You are sole heir to Mr. Kwan's estate," the man repeated. "An estate, I might add, with substantial assets. I'm not sure if you were aware of it, but Mr. Kwan was an extremely wealthy man."

"I-I had no idea..." Tommy stammered. He found it hard to believe Sensei named him as his heir, much less that Master Kwan had been wealthy. "He...he never told me..."

"It doesn't surprise me you didn't know," attorney Brothers went on, "Mister Kwan lived very frugally. At one time he owned considerable real estate in Tokyo and sold it at a substantial profit when he moved to this country. As you may know, property values in Japan are extremely high, so he was able to get a large return on his investment. Not only that, he also had extensive property holdings in this country as well."

"He...he did?" Tommy stammered. He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd never given much thought to Kwan's life outside the dojo. He thought Sensei's only source of income was the dojo, and that he didn't make that much from that.

"You sound startled," the lawyer said. "I suggest we get together later today and I'll explain all this to you."

"Yeah, sure," Tommy said. "Ah...when?"

"Your aunt said you were sleeping when I called," the lawyer said.

"Ah, yeah, I, uh, I was up late last night. I work evenings," Tommy said.

"Yes, well, I'll allow you a chance to have breakfast," the lawyer went on. "Why don't you plan on being here, say, at eleven?"

"Eleven? Sure," Tommy said. "I'll be there."

"I look forward to meeting you," the attorney said. "Mister Kwan spoke very highly of you."

"What was that all about?" Aunt Karen asked when Tommy put the phone down. "Why did that lawyer call you?"

"Ah, well..." Tommy said. He wasn't sure how to explain it. "I've been taking karate lessons from a man in North Hampden. He died a couple of week ago and..." He told his aunt the whole story, at least as much of it as he knew.

"He left you all his money?" his ashen-faced aunt said when he finished.

"I guess so," Tommy said. "It sounds that way."

"Did he have a lot of money?" Karen asked. "My God, Tommy, this is fantastic!"

"I don't know how much money it is," Tommy said. "The lawyer said it was a substantial amount, though. I guess they don't say stuff like that unless it's a lot, huh?"

"I'll come along with you," Karen said. "I want to be sure I understand all this so we can tell your parents."

"Jesus!" Tommy exclaimed, "Mom and Dad! They're going to bust a gut when they find out!"

"They'll be pleased," Karen said, "after all, this takes care of your college tuition, doesn't it?"

"I guess it does," Tommy admitted. Actually, it sounded like he might have enough money to buy a college! "Look, I better get ready. I don't want to be late for that appointment." He headed for his bedroom.

A half-hour later, dressed in his best suit and tie, Tommy was ready, even though they had more than an hour before the appointment.

Aunt Karen was still getting ready and, while she did Tommy anxiously paced back and forth in the living room. As excited as he was, he decided to call Tina and tell her the good news. He looked up her number and dialed.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi, this is Tommy," he said, feeling a little giddy at hearing her voice.

"Tommy! Oh, I've got great news!" Tina bubbled. "Greg called this morning!"

That wasn't what Tommy wanted to hear. "He...he did?" the young man stammered.

"Yes!" Tina gushed. "He said he wants to give us another shot. He's taking Bobby and me to the movies tonight."

"The...the movies?" Tommy said. Why was it that when something good happened to him, something shitty happened to spoil it?

"Yes. Bobby's so excited," Tina continued. "He's wanted to see that Hamster movie ever since it came out."

"That's...that's nice," Tommy said. She must have forgotten he planned to take the two of them to see the Hamster movie. Oh, well.

"Why did you call?" Tina asked. "I'm sorry, I was so excited I was rude."

"It's nothing, really," he said. "I...never mind."

"I won't see you at work tonight," Tina went on. "I called Mr. Dreisbach and asked for the night off. He said it wasn't a problem. Things aren't that busy Tuesday, anyhow."

"Yeah, they usually aren't," Tommy said. "Hey, you have a good time, OK?"

"I'm sure we will. Bobby's so excited," Tina went on.

"Look, I have to go," Tommy said. "I-I'll see you tomorrow night."

"What's the matter?" his aunt asked. She had come into the room just as Tommy's call to Tina ended. "You look upset."

Tommy shrugged. "I'm just nervous," he lied. "I mean, this is pretty heavy stuff, you know?"

"It's exciting, that's for sure," Karen said.

Tommy looked at his aunt and thought she looked pretty darn nice. She had on a pale pink halter dress with a full skirt wrapped around her lush, lovely body. It was loose, yet displayed her fine form wonderfully. Her dusky skin was set off by the pink material, and the pink kerchief tied in her hair made her look more beautiful.

"You look terrific, Aunt Karen," Tommy said. If Tina wasn't interested in him, he'd take good care of the women who did want him. "That's a really neat outfit."

"You think so?" his aunt said and flushed a little.

"You're a knockout," Tommy said. "How about I treat you to lunch after we see the lawyer? I mean, now that I'm a rich heir, I guess I can afford it."

Karen walked over and gave him a kiss. "You really are a sweet young man, you know that?" she said.

The lawyer, a pudgy, balding man with thick features, couldn't keep his eyes off Karen once they arrived at the office. Tommy introduced his aunt and explained why he was staying with her.

"I see," the attorney said. "I understand you are currently eighteen?"

"Yes, I am," Tommy told him.

"That simplifies things," the man nodded. "We won't have to work out a temporary guardian for you, which should save time. Since Mister Kwan was careful about his affairs, the will should clear probate relatively quickly. I'd say you'll have access to all the assets no later than the middle of October, possibly sooner. I am aware of no outstanding claims against the estate. Usually those are what cause delays in settling, but in this case, there's no problem. Kwan paid cash for almost everything he purchased. There are no outstanding debts, although I believe there are some fees still owing the karate school."

"How much money are we talking about?" Karen asked.

The lawyer looked over the papers lying on his desk. "Including the value of the property he holds," he said, "Despite the rather high tax penalty, the value of Mister Kwan's estate which you will receive will be just under eight million dollars."

"Eight...mil...million dollars!" Karen stammered. She turned pale and seemed to be having a lot of trouble breathing.

Tommy couldn't talk, either. Never, in his wildest dreams had he envisioned having that kind of money. "Are...are you sure?" he asked.

"Very sure," the attorney said, nodding sagely. "In fact, at the time of his unfortunate demise, Mr. Kwan was considering an offer for some of his property. Had the sale gone through, it would have added substantially to the total. We were in negotiations on the sale at the time of his death."

"You...you mean there could be more money?" Karen asked. She was shaking a little. She looked at Tommy. "Can you believe this?"

He shook his head and replied, "I-I had no idea." He turned to the attorney. "What about this sale you were talking about? What was that all about?"

"A nature conservancy wished to purchase some land Mr. Kwan owns in Oregon," the lawyer said. "Land they want to preserve some pristine wilderness. Mr. Kwan favored the sale. We hadn't arrived at a satisfactory offer, but we were very close. I should tell you, however, that a developer is also interested, and has tendered a much higher offer."

"If Master Kwan wanted it, I want the land to go to the nature group," Tommy said. "Money isn't the only thing that's important."

The lawyer nodded and smiled. "Kwan's faith in you seems to have been well-founded," he said. "He said you were a remarkable young man."

"You should sell to the developer," Karen said. "After all, if it means more money..."

"Master Kwan wanted the land to go to the nature group and it will," Tommy said. "I don't need any more money than I already have."

The lawyer smiled. "I think we might be able to work out some tax advantages from the sale," he said.

They spent more time with the lawyer, making arrangements, listening to explanations. Finally they left, with an appointment to come back the next week to sign papers and complete the transfer of Kwan's holdings to Tommy.

There was one other thing Tommy wanted to do. He planned to tell the attorney to set up a trust fund for Bobby, something that would give him income and reserve money for college. He knew he didn't have to do it, and given the way Tina was acting toward him, probably shouldn't, but he liked Bobby and didn't want the little boy to have to worry about college costs when he got old enough. The trust he planned - one million dollars, with only the interest being used - would give Tina ample money to live on and leave plenty for Bobby's college costs.

"I-I can't believe it!" Karen whispered, awed, as they walked to the car. "You...you're a millionaire, Tommy!" She giggled. "An eight-millionaire, I guess. We've got to tell your parents!"

"There's no phone where they are," Tommy said. "We'll have to write them."

"God!" Karen exclaimed. "I-I can't believe this is really happening!"

"Me, either. Want some lunch?" Tommy asked.

Karen laughed. "You aren't going to change, are you?"

Tommy smiled at her and said, "Nope."



Summer Vacation Ch. 21



They went to a nice restaurant for lunch, which seemed to please Aunt Karen. "Back in the days when it still mattered to him," she said when her nephew turned into the restaurant's parking lot, "your Uncle Dave brought me here once. I've always wanted to come back, but until now I never have had the chance."

"I'm glad I brought you, then," Tommy said. He parked in the restaurant's parking lot, got out, and went around to open the door for his aunt. He was feeling chivalrous today. If he couldn't have the woman he wanted, he could treat the ones who wanted him well.

"My, aren't you the gentleman today?" his aunt commented as she slid out of the car. She laughed. "With your money, you'll be able to hire someone to chauffeur you around and open doors for you."

"I don't think I'd like that," Tommy said as they walked into the restaurant. "Actually, the fewer people who know about my money, the better. I don't want to change."

"Two for lunch?" the maitre de asked.

"Yes," Tommy said.

The man gave Aunt Karen an approving look, even though Tommy was the one he was talking to.

"Smoking or non-smoking?" the man asked.

"Non-smoking," Tommy replied.

The maitre de nodded and said, "Of course. Please, follow me." They were seated and handed menus. "Your waiter will be Robert," the man said, pronouncing the name "Rob-bair." "He will be with you in just a moment."

"'Row-bear', huh?" Tommy said. "I don't think I've ever known my waiter's name before."

"You better get used to it," Karen told him. "In places like this, that's standard. Especially for regulars."

"I don't have any intention of becoming a regular here," Tommy told her. "I just thought, because today is special, and because you look so pretty, I'd take you someplace special."

"Flatterer," his aunt said. She began looking at the menu. "My word! Look at these prices!"

"Not to worry," Tommy told her. "I'm a man of means now, remember?"

"Still," she went on, "five dollars for a hamburger! I don't care if they do call it a 'chopped sirloin open-faced sandwich'."

"Yeah, but it comes with the salad bar and coffee," Tommy said.

"I don't care," his aunt said firmly, "it's too much to pay for a hamburger."

"I'm having poached salmon," Tommy said. "What are you having?"

"I think I'm going to have Chicken Divan," his aunt replied. "I didn't know you liked fish."

He shrugged and said, "I've never had poached salmon. Today seems like as good a time as any to try something different."

Karen laughed. "Yes, I guess it is," she said.

Lunch went extremely well. The food was fantastic, and Robert was an attentive and pleasant waiter. Tommy left him a huge tip.

"How much did you tip him?" Karen asked as they walked out to the car.

"I don't know," Tommy said, "ten bucks, I think."

"My God!" his aunt exclaimed. "That's way more than necessary."

Tommy held the door for her and she slid into the car. "I've done what he's doing, and it isn't easy," he said. "Besides, he was the best waiter I've ever seen."

"It's your money, I guess," Karen said.

Tommy drove out of the parking lot, turned down Main Street and drove past a line of car lots. "You know," he mused, "I wouldn't mind having a pickup like that one there." He indicated a bright red 4 X 4 with lots of shiny chrome accessories.

"No reason you can't have it," Karen said. "Not now."

Tommy was beginning to understand how the money Master Kwan left him could going to change his life, and he found the prospects more than a little exciting. There was little he wanted he couldn't have. He didn't have to work unless he wanted to, and he could probably have any woman he wanted. Well, almost any woman. Tina, the woman he really wanted, was interested in that asshole Greg.

When they got home they went into the house. The young man looked at his aunt, who was standing across the kitchen, studying him.

"A penny for your thoughts," she said.

Tommy smiled and started toward her. "I was just thinking that, since Kim's going to be staying with her friend tonight," he said, "and I don't have to be at work for a couple of hours yet..." He pulled his aunt into his arms and covered her lips with his.

Karen pressed against him and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. She was a bit surprised that he had made the first move. Until then, she'd been the aggressor in their relationship, and she liked the change. Heat rushed through her as his body pressed against hers. Excitement blossomed as their tongues lashed.

"Come on," Tommy said when the kiss ended. He led her toward the living room.

Karen followed, her legs rubbery, thinking they were headed for the bedroom, but Tommy led her to the sofa instead. She wasn't sure what he was up to, and didn't care, really. Just so long as it ended up with him making love to her. He always made her feel so good!

Tommy liked being in charge. What he and his aunt were doing might be considered wrong by some people, but he didn't care. Nobody else wanted him, why not take advantage of what he could have? He sat on the sofa and pulled his aunt onto his lap. Her firm, full bottom pressed against his swollen cock and she squirmed delightfully as he pulled her into another torrid kiss.

Karen felt her nephew's cock pressing against her bottom. She, too, knew what they were doing was wrong, but was unable to resist. The fact that he was making love to her in the living room was terribly exciting! She groaned, pressed more tightly against him, and lashed her tongue almost all the way down his throat.

Tommy managed to get the belt at his aunt's waist undone and opened her dress. His hands began exploring her smooth hot skin, bringing gasps of delight from her. Her hands caressed his face and slid through his hair while her lips and tongue roamed his face.

"We...we shouldn't be doing this here!" Karen murmured.

"Who's going to come in?" Tommy asked. He slid his hand inside the bodice of her dress, onto a warm, smooth breast and his aunt groaned with delight and squirmed on his lap. That made his already-hard cock even harder. With her dress open, it wasn't hard for Tommy to get his aunt's bra-encased breasts exposed, and with a little fumbling, he managed to get the white lacy garment open as well.

"Oh! Oh, God!" the gorgeous woman groaned while her nephew sucked first one of her turgid nipples, then the other. His hands massaged and squeezed the firm mounds gently, adding immeasurably to her passion. She began stripping his clothes from him and soon they were sprawled naked on the sofa, his hands roaming over her body, hers clutching at his. At that point, she didn't care if someone came in, there was no way she was going to stop!

"You like it when I do this, don't you?" Tommy asked when he shoved two fingers into his aunt's soaking wet pussy and began caressing her clit with his thumb.

Karen certainly did. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Tommy! Yes!" she cried, her body writhing. "Please! I-I need you, my darling! Take me!" She wanted him more than she ever had!

Somehow, the young man managed to get behind her and, lying against her spoon-fashion, he managed to slide his erection into her warm, snug opening. He loved this position because he could suck her breasts while he fucked her.

"God, Tommy! You make me feel so wonderful!" Karen woman crooned while her nephew's cock pistoned steadily in and out of her. His lips on her breast at the same time were making her crazy! "You...you...Oh, God!" she groaned, barely able to speak because she was so overwhelmed with passion.

Tommy was enjoying what he was doing to his aunt's full, lush body and the effect he was having on her. She shook every time he slammed into her and all she seemed to be able to do was moan and gurgle with delight. "Tina doesn't know what she's missing!" he thought, then he felt guilty for thinking it. If Tina found out what he'd been doing with his aunt and cousin, she definitely wouldn't want him, not that she did anyhow.

"I-I can't wait! Oh! Oh! Tommy! I can't wait!" Karen's body stiffened, then she began to tremble violently when the feelings she so desperately needed cascaded over and through her. "Ahh! I-I-I'm coming! Eeaahh! Eeaahh! Yes!"

The lovely woman impaled on his cock went wild, but Tommy didn't come. Steadily, inexorably, his cock continued to slide in and out of her cum-slick pussy.

"You...you didn't come!" Karen exclaimed after her peak passed and her excitement calmed a little. She wasn't sure how she knew he hadn't come, but she did, and it scared her. "What...?"

Tommy pulled his erection out of his aunt, rolled her onto her back, laid atop her, and jabbed his cock back into her. Her body rose to meet his onslaught.

"Yes! Oh, God! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" Karen cried, her hands clasped her nephew's ass, pulling him against her. He was a wild fucking machine and she hoped he'd never stop! Never!

Looking down into his aunt's passion-inflamed face took Tommy to the point where control was fast fading. She looked so beautiful, so needy, and her body was moving against his so urgently!

"Gonna come!" he cried, feeling his insides begin to unleash, knowing his explosion was near. "Oh, God! Aunt Karen! I'm gonna come! Yeah!" His insides uncoiled and he spewed gusher after gusher of hot, sticky cream into his aunt's clasping vagina.

"Yes! Oh, yes, Tommy! Take me! Take me!" Karen cried, pulling at him, her body trembling once more with ecstasy. "Eeyahh! More! More! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Her body arched against his while her tight sleeve milked every bit of pleasure possible out of his plunging cock.

"Wow!" Tommy said breathlessly after their passion had finally ebbed. They were lying wrapped in each other's arms on the sofa. "That was really intense!"

Karen kissed him. "It certainly was! You are fantastic, young man!" she exclaimed. "I had no idea I could feel this good!"

"I'm glad," Tommy said, "I want to be good for you."

"Oh, God! Are you ever!" Karen exclaimed and kissed him again. "I'm glad you came to stay with me this summer!"

"Me, too," Tommy agreed. "You know what?"

"What, my darling?" his aunt asked.

"I have to get to work," he said. "I'll be late if I don't get going."

"You don't have to work any more," his aunt said, running her hand over his bare chest.

Tommy was tempted. He could call Mr. Dreisbach and tell him he wasn't feeling well... No, he couldn't, not with Tina off, too. "I'd...I'd love to stay home and play some more," he said, "but I can't. It isn't fair for me to ask for time off on such short notice."

"Well, then," his aunt gave him a warm smile. "I guess I'll have to wait up for you, won't I?"

Tommy stood up and smiled. "I'd like that," he said, grinning.

Things were slow at the Inn. "Actually," Tommy thought as he watched the few customers eat, "I could have called in sick, Mr. Dreisbach could have handled this."

He thought about Tina and what she and Bobby were doing and got morose again. Some of the customers had finished their meals, so Tommy went over to clear the table. He put the dishes on a tray and headed for the kitchen. Just as he was going in, Mr. Dreisbach came out. There was a huge crash as the tray of dishes fell from Tommy's hands, splattering him with the remnants of meals. He could feel things soaking through his clothing.

"Ach, Tommy," Mr. Dreisbach said, looking embarrassed. "I should be more careful, no? Look at you. You're all a mess. Look, we aren't so busy, why don't you go home? I can handle things here."

"You sure it's OK?" Tommy said. "I can stay if you want. This will dry off."

His employer shook his head. "No, it's fine," he said. "We're not busy. Beside, it does me good if I work once in a while."

"You're home early," Aunt Karen said when he walked into the house a bit later. She looked at him. "What happened? You're a mess."

"Had a little accident," Tommy said. He headed down the hallway to his room, stripped off his clothes and put on his bathrobe. Then he went back out to the living room where his aunt sat watching TV in her fluffy pink terrycloth bathrobe. Apparently she hadn't gotten dressed after their afternoon romp. He smiled. The robe wouldn't be anywhere near as hard to take off as her dress and underthings had been.

"Want to watch a movie?" he asked.

"Good idea," his aunt said. "Why don't you pick something?"

Tommy searched through the collection of films his aunt had, picked one he knew had a torrid love scene, put it in the VCR, turned it and the TV on, then joined her on the sofa. She snuggled against him and laid her head on his shoulder. He liked the way her hair tickled his cheek. "It would be neat to do something like this with Tina," he thought, and felt guilt and anger. Tina and Bobby were at the movies with Greg, seeing a movie he was supposed to take them to see. The chance of his ever getting to spend an evening like this with her was extremely remote and seemed to be getting remoter by the day.

They watched the movie and said little. Tommy was aware that both of them were nude under their robes and his aunt's proximity, coupled with what was happening on the TV, was doing things to him.

When the love scene started, he felt his aunt's hand slide into his robe. It sought, then found, his erection. She began stroking it, still watching the screen, her face showing the signs of passion he had come to know so well. His cock grew harder as she stroked it. The young man, not wanting to get too turned on, continued watching the movie, although that didn't do much to keep him calm.

Karen, as fired up with need as she'd been earlier, continued to toy with her nephew's hard cock, massaging the fluids that seeped from the tip into the shaft, feeling bolt after bolt of delight shake her as she played with him. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't help herself! He made her feel better than any man had! She shifted a little and moved her head toward the rigid obelisk of flesh. She was going to suck his cock. She had to taste that wonderful tool!

"Ah!" Tommy groaned when warmth and wetness suddenly covered his cock. He looked down and saw his aunt sucking on him! "Oh!" he moaned, his hips moving.

Karen sucked him avidly for a while, then she stood up, stripped off her robe and seated herself astraddle his hips. As she lowered herself on him, she grasped his cock and guided it into her body. "Got...to...have...you!" she groaned, starting to move. She couldn't wait any more! She needed him! Now!

Tommy had picked the movie for this very reason and exulted in his aunt's reaction. As she worked herself up and down on his cock, he began sucking the thick nipples jutting from her magnificent breasts.

"Can't...can't stay away from you!" Karen murmured, her body rising and falling, making his cock lash around inside her. It felt so damn good! "Get...near...you...got...to...have...you!"

"I need you, too, Aunt Karen," Tommy replied, then resumed his oral attentions to her breasts. Her nipples were incredible! He loved the way they got big and hard, almost like little fingers. And she got so crazy when he sucked them!

"You...keep...Oh, God! You...keep...that...up!" Karen mewled, "and...I...I...Ah! Oh, God! I'm coming! Tommy! Take me! Please, my darling! Please! Take me! I can't stop! Oh! I can't wait! I can't wait! Eeahh!" Her cries of delight echoed through the house as a maelstrom of passion whipped through her.

Tommy clamped his hands on her hips and kept sucking her nipples. Then he felt himself letting loose. "Yeah! Oh, yeah!" he cried, hosing her insides with jets of his torrid cream.

Spent, Karen collapsed into her nephew's arms and stayed atop him as he held her.

"Maybe this isn't so bad," Tommy thought as he cradled his aunt in his arms. "After all, even when Mom and Dad come home, they won't mind if I come over and help out Aunt Karen from time to time." If he couldn't have the woman he wanted, the next best thing was to want the women he had.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Karen sighed.

"Did what?" Tommy replied innocently.

"You picked that movie on purpose, didn't you?" his aunt asked.

Tommy nodded, chuckled, and said, "Yes."

Karen kissed him. "You are a devil, you know that?" she said.

Tommy licked one of her nipples. His aunt squirmed and giggled.

"You are also insatiable!" she squealed.

"When it comes to you, I seem to be," Tommy answered. He licked her nipple again, bringing another squeal of delight.

"I can't get enough of you!" his aunt exclaimed, then kissed him. Finally, she pushed herself off him and stood up. "Come on." She reached out her hand. "Let's go to bed. I want to go to sleep in your arms and wake up with you in bed next to me."

Tommy got up and turned off the TV and VCR while his aunt turned off the lights and made sure the doors were locked. Then, hand-in-hand, they walked down the hallway to her bedroom. 



Summer Vacation Ch. 22



The next morning, Tommy discovered how wonderful it is to wake up with a gorgeous nude woman lying against you. He and his aunt made love again when they got to bed, then fell asleep, exhausted. He awoke refreshed after a night of sound sleep.

Morning daylight streamed into the bedroom. Tommy looked at his aunt's face, relaxed in sleep, a soft smile on her lips. "She really is beautiful," he thought. "Maybe she'll get married again some day. And this time to a guy who treats her the way she ought to be treated." The elegant female lying next to him sighed and shifted position. The movement caused the covers to slide down, exposing her huge, exquisite breasts.

"On the other hand..." Tommy's mind began to race and his body began heating up, "...until she does, I guess I can take care of her, can't I?" He reached over his aunt's well-formed body and began gently caressing the breast nearest him. Very quickly, the nipple stiffened and grew, swelling out of the mass of dusky flesh around it.

Karen opened her eyes and looked at Tommy. "Oh!" she murmured. "Oh, Tommy! That feels wonderful, darling!"

"I thought it would," the young man said, then he bent and captured the swollen bud of flesh between his lips.

While her nephew nibbled her turgid nipple, Karen stirred and moaned louder. "You're never satisfied, are you?" she murmured. There definitely was something to be said for young lovers! Luxuriant feelings spread through her.

Tommy let her nipple slip from his lips and looked at her. "You want me to stop?" he asked.

His aunt pressed his head back to her breast. "No! Never! Never!" she groaned. Her body began twisting sinuously as passion flooded it. "Don't ever stop doing things like that to me!" Now that she had him, she wasn't sure she'd be able to give him up, even if it meant eternal damnation! He made her feel so good!

Tommy's hands roved over his aunt's body, gliding over warm, smooth skin, teasing her, inflaming her need.

Karen murmured constantly and her body twisted and tossed as he explored it. Nobody had come close to making her feel as good as her teen-age nephew did! She groaned softly when Tommy's hands hit a particularly sensitive spot on her anatomy.

Tommy loved the power he had over his aunt and used all of it to bring her to an extremely high state of arousal.

"I need you! Please! Don't...Oh! Don't tease me! Please, darling!" Karen begged, her body arching and straining. "Take me! Please! Take me!"

Tommy rolled atop her and, as if drawn by a magnet, his rigid cock slipped into his aunt's soaking wet vagina.

"Yes! That's it!" Karen groaned. She locked her legs behind his, pressing her pubic mound against his. "God!"

Tommy pushed himself up on his arms and began slamming his cock into her. He was as hot as she was, his need every bit as powerful as hers. He experienced wondrous sensations as his cock probed deep into her; the warmth, the sweet vibrations, the clasping, milking action of the walls of her pussy around his impaling shaft, and a shudder of joy swept through his body.

"Gonna come! Aunt Karen! Oh! Oh! Yes!" he cried as rumblings began deep inside him. "Oh, yeah!" he groaned, erupting powerfully into her writhing body.

"Give it to me, darling! Yes! Oh, God! So hot! Oh! Oh! Oh!" his aunt cried, her body straining against his as orgasm swept through her beauteous form. "Tommy! Uh! Uhh!"

Afterward, they lay wrapped in each other's arms, resting. When the phone rang. Tommy laughed. "Whoever that is has good timing," he said.

"They certainly do," Karen agreed. "If they'd have called earlier, they wouldn't have gotten through, would they?"

"No way," Tommy said. He reached over and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Is this Thomas Jackson?" a male voice inquired.

"Yes," Tommy said.

"This is Sergeant Murtagh, North Hampden Police Department," the caller said. "You the Thomas Jackson who was a student of Master Lee Kwan?"

Karen stroked her nephew's body, feeling devilish. She smiled at the discomfort her touch caused him as he tried to talk on the phone.

The sensations his aunt's touch envoked were not in the least unpleasant. In fact, they were causing Tommy to have a bit of trouble concentrating on his phone conversation. "Ah, yes, I am," he admitted. His aunt was toying with his limp, sticky cock which was not so limp any more!

"I'm one of the officers who was working with Master Kwan," the sergeant said. "I think we've met, haven't we?"

"Ah...yeah, I think we have," Tommy said. He squirmed as his aunt fondled his balls. He remembered the sergeant, a big, tough, ex-Marine, a special operations veteran. He was one of the better students.

"I understand you might be taking over the dojo," the man said. "That true?"

"Ah, well, I-I really hadn't given it a lot of thought," Tommy replied, then he bit his lip to keep from groaning. His aunt was licking his cock and it was driving him crazy!

"Me and the guys don't have anybody to work with now that Kwan's dead," the sergeant continued. "I suppose we could get another instructor, but if you're interested, we'd like to toss the business your way. Sensei said you were his best student and that he was thinking of having you take over the instructing. If you're as good as he said, I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Oh...OK..." Tommy said. He was having a hard time keeping from moaning, given what his aunt was doing to him. "Ah...look, I-I'm kinda tied up at the moment, could...uh...could I call you back a little...um...later?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem," the man said. "Just ask for Sergeant Murtagh in the detective division, OK?"

"I'll get back too...you later today," Tommy gasped, then put the phone down. "You are impossible!" he told his aunt, who stopped sucking his cock and was grinning at him from between his legs. "Well," he said, "you got it hard, what are you going to do about it?"

"I was thinking about doing this," Karen said. She slid up so she was astraddle his hips, raised herself, gripped his cock, and slid the tip back and forth between the lips of her vagina. "And then maybe this." She lowered herself slowly, letting him slide into her. "And then I was going to do this." She began riding him, moving her hips, amazed at how hot she was. She couldn't get enough of him!

Tommy felt his cock lashing around inside his aunt's hot cave and passion flooded him. He'd never get enough fucking! Never! This was his aunt's show, she'd started it, so he laid there, watching as her face grew more and more flushed with passion. Her lovely breasts, nipples erect, leaped and bounded as she rode him. It was, the young man thought, a lovely sight.

"Wanted...Oh! I...Oh! I-I can't wait, dammit!" Karen exclaimed suddenly, her motions becoming more and more feverish. "I...I can't wait! Coming! Eee! Ah! Ahh! Take me! Tommy! Take me! Now! Now!"

Tommy felt his eruption nearing and could lie still no more. He clutched her bobbing breasts and his thumbs rubbed her nipples as he spewed his seed into her with a groan of joy.

"Who was that on the phone?" Karen whispered after they finished and were again snuggled in each other's arms.

"A cop from North Hampden," Tommy said. "He wanted to know if I'm going to keep the karate dojo going."

"Could you do that?" his aunt asked. "I mean, do you have enough experience to do that?"

Tommy nodded. "Master Kwan apparently thought so," he replied. "He told Sergeant Murtagh I was good enough."

"There is a lot about you I don't know, isn't there?" Karen asked, her hand sliding up and down his hairless chest.

"Yeah, but there's an awful lot you do know, too," Tommy said, and kissed her. "Come on, let's get dressed. It's my turn to cook breakfast."

After showering and slipping into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, Tommy went out to the kitchen and made them breakfast. His mother had taught him cooking, telling him it was good to know, especially in an age where both partners in marriage had to work. "You shouldn't expect your wife, when you get one, to have to do housework and cook like your grandmother did," was the way his mother put it.

"This is good, Tommy," Karen said as they sat at the table eating. He'd prepared a Spanish omelet, one of the recipes his mother taught him.

"Mom taught me," he explained, abashed by the fuss she was making. "She says it's good for a man to know how to cook."

"She's right," his aunt agreed. She grinned at him. "Especially a man like you. Your wife will be too tired to get out of bed, much less cook."

Tommy blushed furiously. "Ah...I guess I better call Sergeant Murtagh," he said, standing up.

"I'll get the dishes," Karen said.

Tommy thought about what he ought to do before he called the police officer. If he did keep the dojo open, it would be a way of honoring Master Kwan, and he liked that idea. On the other hand, he was going to have to be very careful about who he accepted as students. Maybe he could just instruct part-time, with those students he felt most comfortable with.

When he reached the sergeant, he told him he would continue their instruction for the time being. Sergeant Murtagh sounded pleased. He said that since he and Tommy lived in the same town he'd pick the young man up the next day and they could drive to the dojo together.

His conversation with the sergeant over, Tommy put the phone down and sat there, thinking. This had been some summer and it wasn't over. He'd gone from being a virgin who couldn't get laid, to having more sex than he knew what to do with. He'd also become a millionaire. It was more than a little incredible. If the early part of the summer had been this good, what was coming?

He thought about all the money he would have and knew he wanted to do something with at least some of it. "I'll pay off Aunt Karen's house for her," he thought. "That will make it easier for her once her divorce is final." He thought some more. He'd heard his father talking about trust funds the college had, and wondered if he couldn't do something like that for his aunt to help pay for Kim's college, too.

He got up and walked out to the kitchen. "I'm going to do some work out in the yard," he told his aunt, and went outside. The grass didn't need mowing yet, but there were a lot of flower beds that needed to be trimmed, and Tommy wanted to keep busy. He managed to find enough to do to take up the time until he had to go to work.

Tina was already there when he arrived at the Inn. "How did your date go last night?" he asked as they were putting water glasses on the tables and filling the water pitchers.

Tina shrugged. "It was all right, I guess," she said. "Bobby was really naughty. I don't think he likes Greg. He acted like a brat all night."

"Oh?" Tommy said. That wasn't the worst news he ever heard.

Tina frowned and nodded. "I don't know what got into him," she said. "Greg tried hard to be nice, but Bobby wouldn't warm up to him. He and I had a long talk when we got home."

"He'll get used to it," Tommy said, hoping fervently Bobby wouldn't.

"I hope so," Tina said. "Greg's the first decent guy who's asked me out since I got divorced."

"I asked you out, but you didn't go with me," Tommy thought bitterly. "Does that mean I'm not decent?"

They were busy and the evening went quickly. Much to Tommy's disappointment, Greg arrived to pick Tina up. It hurt the young man to see how happy she looked to see him.



Summer Vacation Ch. 23



Dejected, Tommy watched Tina leave the inn with Greg. Then he started walking home. He'd gotten less than a block when a car pulled up beside him. He heard the car coming, and when it stopped, he stepped back and took a defensive position.

"What's that all about?" he heard Donna ask. "Did I scare you?"

"Ah...no," Tommy said. He felt his face get hot. "I thought you went to the shore with Kim." He relaxed and walked to her car.

She shook her pretty blonde head. "Nope. My folks wouldn't let me," she said. "They think I'm still pure and all that stuff." She chuckled. "They're trying to make sure I save myself for marriage. You want a ride?"

"Sure, why not?" Tommy said. He went around and got in the car on the passenger's side. He looked at Donna. Maybe her folks saw her as chaste and pure, but the way she was dressed, he wasn't sure why they didn't suspect what she was up to.

Donna's lean, firm body was encased in an acid-washed denim jacket with a wide neck that bared her pretty shoulders, and matching jeans that fit her like a second skin. He wasn't sure how she could breathe. Actually, as he studied her, he started having a problem with his own breathing.

Donna, aware of his gaze, smiled at him. "You aren't in a rush to get home, are you, Tom?" she asked softly.

"Ah...no, ah, I guess not," he replied. Actually, Aunt Karen would be waiting up for him, but he didn't care. If Donna wanted to play, he wasn't going to turn her down. There was more than enough of him to go around.

"Good," Donna said. She turned onto the same road out of town she'd taken the last time. It wasn't long before she pulled into the same secluded spot she'd taken him to on that earlier occasion. She put the front seat all the way back, shut off the car and turned to face him.

"This feels kinda, ah, funny," she said. "I-I don't know why, but I'm nervous."

Tommy had noticed it, too. The time before, with Kim in the car, it had been pure lust from the moment he got in the vehicle. Now, alone with Donna, he wasn't sure how to start. Even though he'd been getting sexual experience at a frantic pace, he hadn't had to instigate most of it. From the way Donna was acting, he had a feeling she wasn't sure how to get things going, either. "Slide over here," he said softly, and the slim, pretty girl did.

"I-I...what happened the other night...you know, with Kim and all...that's...I'm not usually like that," Donna whispered. "I-I smoked a joint just before we picked you up and..."

Tommy slid his arm around her. It was surprising. She was older than he, had come on like a nymphomaniac that last time they were together, and now she was acting virginal. He gently urged her against him.

Donna looked up at the young man, her eyes wide. "I-I was a little scared to come looking for you tonight," she whispered, her face very close to his. "I mean, after what happened last time, I-I wasn't sure what you thought about me."

"I think you're very pretty," Tommy said. "And I think you're a nice person, too." Slowly, their faces moved closer, then their lips joined. A rush of heat and passion rolled through his body. This was nice! His arms tightened around the slim girl and her lithe arms slid around his neck.

"That made me feel kinda funny," Donna said after the kiss ended. She was still pressed against him, her hands toying with his hair. "You kiss good."

"So do you," Tommy told her. slid his hand over her shoulders, feeling the silky softness of the long blonde hair that cascaded from her head.

Donna murmured and shuddered. "You're so gentle," she whispered. "Your touch is so soft!"

Tommy kept stroking his lovely companion and she kept responding. Her breathing became more and more ragged, and her body motions became more and more sinuous. Slowly, he opened the buttons on the jacket and was delighted to discover she wore no bra. She didn't need to. Her breasts were tiny, firm and pert. Her nipples, unlike his aunt's and Kim's were tiny, but very long.

They were sensitive, too, he discovered when he sucked one of them into his mouth. Actually, he managed to get most of Donna's breast in his mouth. He knew she liked what he was doing because a loud moan came from her.

"God!" the lithe blonde murmured as his tongue lashed the turgid bud of flesh on her chest. "That feels wild! Oh, Tom, you make me feel so incredible!"

He continued paying homage to her breasts while his hands went to the waist of her jeans and got them open. Down inside the denim his hand moved, through sparse, already damp pubic hair, searching for, then finding, her engorged clit.

"Oh!" Donna murmured. Her hips rotated as his finger caressed the swollen, nerve-filled bud. "Tom! Oh, my God!"

Tommy kept toying with her clit, glad the car had a roomy front seat. He knelt on the floor, got Donna to lie down, and pulled her jeans over her lean hips. She lifted her hips to help him. The snug garment slid easily down her incredibly long, lovely legs. Keeping his touch as light as possible, he began stroking her legs her feet to her thighs and back again.

With each caress, Donna's moans became more impassioned. "You're making me crazy!" she groaned. "I-I don't know how much more of this I can stand!"

Tommy lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and put the other on the back of the seat. He was between the lovely pale columns of flesh and she was wide-open to him. In the glow of moonlight streaming in the car windows, he saw her pussy, glistening with droplets of excitement. Gently, he stroked his fingers through the puffy, soft lips and her bottom rose off the seat.

"Oh, God, Tom! Please! Oh, please!" the nubile young woman cried. "I...Oh, God, Tom! That feels so good!"

Tommy inserted a finger into her and found her surprisingly snug. Maybe she wasn't as daring as she acted the last time he was with her. He began thrusting his finger in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing her engorged clit.

Donna went wild, her hips gyrating madly, rising, falling, twisting, straining, while she babbled mindlessly. "Too good! Oh, God!" she cried. "You're making me feel too good! I'm going crazy! I can't stand it!"

Tommy heard her cries of delight and continued what he was doing. He was in no rush. If she came two or three times, so much the better. He began kissing the impossibly smooth skin of her inner thighs, his lips moving inexorably upward, toward her center.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Donna chanted, her body straining, as the young man between her legs gave her unbelievable pleasure with his lips and fingers.

Tommy's lips finally arrived at the destination they sought. He felt her soft, now-damp, pubic hair against his lips as he kissed through it, then tentatively he licked her clit.

"Wahh! Oh, God! Oh, God!" the slim blonde cried, her body arching impossibly, as ecstasy shot through her. One of her hands clutched the steering wheel, the other was tugging on an erect nipple. Her head rolled from side to side and gasps of joy poured from her. "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ye! God! Yes!" she groaned. "I'm gonna come! I can't stop! I'm...I'm...I'm coming! God! God! Oh, God!"

Tommy continued pleasuring the young woman with his lips and fingers until, at last, she lay spent and sated.

Donna gazed up at him wide-eyed. "That was awesome!" she whispered breathlessly. "God, you made me feel so wild!"

Tommy had slipped his finger from her and was fumbling with his clothes, trying to get his pants off. His cock was hard as steel and he wanted it in her! He needed her! When he finally struggled out of his pants, he climbed on the seat between her legs.

Donna reached for him. "I-I want you!" she cooed. "I want your...you know...your cock in me! Put it in me! Come on, Tom, put it in me! Now!"

Holding his rigid cock in his hand, he moved closer, then felt warmth and dampness on the tip as it touched her center. Her hips moved upward and it began sliding into her. A shudder of delight raced up Tommy's spine.

"Yes!" Donna hissed. "God! Oh, God! You're filling me!" Her legs locked behind his and her hips strove against him, pulling him deeper inside her.

Once he was all the way in his lovely companion's body, Tommy stayed still, luxuriating in the fantastic feelings roaring through him. When he managed to get himself under control, he began thrusting in and out slowly, dragging his cock out until only the tip remained in her, then slowly shoving it home once more.

"Oh, Tom!" the lissome girl murmured, "You make me feel so good! It...Ah!...it feels like you're in me so far your cock's gonna come out of my mouth!"

Each stroke into Donna's snug opening brought the young man to a higher level of pleasure. His movements grew more and more urgent as his passion built to a fever pitch.

The young woman under him, too, was headed for an explosion. Her body writhed and strained against his. "Can't wait! Oh, God! I can't wait!" she moaned, her body stiffening. "Gahh! I'm...I'm...I'm coming! Now! Now! Oh, God, Tom, I'm coming now! I...I can't stop! I can't stop coming! Uhh!"

"Yeah!" Tommy roared, unleashing a torrent of hot juices into her.

Some time later, when they'd regained their senses, the two young people slipped into their clothes and Donna drove Tommy to his aunt's place.

Before he got out of the car, he leaned over and kissed the lovely blonde. "Thanks for the ride," he said.

Donna stroked his face gently. "Thank you," she replied softly.

Tommy got out of the car and waved to Donna as she drove away. Then he turned and went into the house. He hoped Aunt Karen wouldn't be too mad at him.

His aunt was in bed, sound asleep. Tommy wasn't sure what to do, but was feeling daring, so he got undressed and took a quick shower to remove the traces of his joining with Donna, then got in bed with his aunt. Before long, snuggled against her warm body, he was sound asleep.



Summer Vacation Ch. 24



Tommy awoke alone in bed the next morning. Given the way his aunt had been all over him lately, that surprised him. He figured they'd wake up and make love. That might have been a way to make her forget he'd stood her up the night before. It looked like they wouldn't be making love after all. Oh, well.

He got out of bed, went to his room and got dressed. Then, wary of what his aunt's mood would be, he walked to the kitchen. Sooner or later, he had to face her. He might as well get it over with.

Karen was at the kitchen counter, her back to him. She wore a yellow man-tailored shirt and tan straight chino skirt. Both the blouse and skirt were somewhat loose, but did little to hide her incredible figure.

"Good morning, Aunt Karen," Tommy said.

"Good morning," his aunt replied. Her reply was sharp and cool and she didn't turn around.

"What's for breakfast?" the young man asked.

"Get yourself some cereal, I'm busy," his aunt snapped.

She was angry. Tommy wasn't sure how to handle this. He could let her stew and go about his business, but he didn't want that. He didn't like the strain between them.

"You could have called last night," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have."

"I waited up as long as I could," his aunt said. He could hear the hurt in her voice.

"I'm sorry," Tommy said softly. He walked across the kitchen and laid his hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away from him. She didn't have much room to maneuver because the counter was in front of her and he was behind her.

Karen wanted to stay angry with her nephew. She'd been anticipating more passion when he got home from work the previous night, but he didn't come home and it didn't happen. When she discovered him next to her in bed that morning she got even angrier. Why hadn't he awakened her when he came home? They could have made love then.

But, as her nephew moved closer to her, even though she tried to stop it, her body was reacting, betraying her. His nearness, his hand on her shoulder, had her simmering! She didn't want to give in to him. Not now. Not after last night.

Her nephew's arms slid around her waist and pulled her against him. She was trembling inside and didn't resist, but she kept herself stiff to let him know she wasn't happy.

"If...if you think you...you can make up for what...what you did last...last night, you're mistaken, young man," she said. She shuddered and hoped he hadn't noticed.

Tommy pressed on. Already his cock was starting to stiffen. Part of it was because his aunt was a very appealing and attractive woman, but he also found the fact that she was angry something of a turn-on. He kissed her neck and licked her ear.

Karen felt thrills rushing through her and, trying to keep under control, leaned her head away. "Don't think you can get to me that easily," she said. "What...what you did last night wasn't very nice." She didn't move out of the circle of his arms. She couldn't. She wanted to feel him pressing against her, wanted his hands on her, doing things to her... She shook her head, trying to clear it.

Tommy cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed his stiffening cock against the softness of her ass. "You mean if I do this, it won't matter?" he asked. He kept kissing and nibbling her ear and neck under her soft black hair.

"T-T-Tommy...don't...um..." Karen stammered. She squirmed in his embrace, which put even more pressure on his cock. All that did was make the fleshy tube get harder. "I'm...I'm really...really...angry...with...you." Even though she uttered her protest, she did nothing to get out of his grasp. She didn't want to. Her anger was fading fast, and was being replaced by need, the overpowering need she felt every time he touched her!

When her nephew found and began to rub her nipples through her bra and blouse, Karen felt her body go soft. She could no longer deny that her body was filled with undeniable need.

Tommy felt his aunt sagging against him. Her hips began to move rhythmically against his cock and he knew he was accomplishing what he'd set out to. "Are you really still angry with me, Aunt Karen?" he whispered, caressing her ear with his tongue while he continued to gently massage her generous mammaries with his hands. "You don't want me to stop, do you?"

Karen put her hands on his, pressing them tighter against her breasts. "I...I should make you stop," she murmured. She couldn't resist him, no matter what he'd done to her last night. "What...what you did to me last night...it...it wasn't nice."

"You like this, don't you, Aunt Karen?" Tommy whispered. "You like it a lot."

"God! I can't resist you!" Karen groaned. "You make me crazy!"

Tommy stopped massaging her breasts long enough to undo the buttons on her blouse, then he slid his hands onto her bare belly. He heard her moaned with delight and felt a tremor go through her. He was turning her on!

Karen no longer knew anything save powerful need for the young man whose hands were moving over her body, setting her on fire! Every time he touched her it felt better than the time before!

Tommy cupped his aunt's breasts and began squeezing them gently, rubbing her nipples, which were protruding against the silky fabric of her bra. Her hands moved onto his again as she continued pressing against him, then he felt her do something between her breasts and the bra loosened.

"Touch my breasts!" Karen purred. "Please, my darling, touch my breasts!"

Tommy did just that, letting the rigid buds of her nipples press into his palms as he gently, rotated them against the swollen mounds.

Karen groaned and her legs began trembling. "I...I can't resist you," she murmured. "You touch me and I get all funny inside. I...I can't stay angry with you, not for a minute."

"I'm glad," Tommy whispered. He slid a hand down and undid the clasp at the waist of her skirt.

"We ought...to...to go...let's go...in the...the bed...room," Karen stammered, her body quaking visibly.

"Not yet," Tommy whispered and slid his hand under the loosened waistband of her skirt, into her panties, through the lush pubic forest between her legs. His fingers encountered wetness. She was as turned on as he was!

Karen's hips shot forward, pressing her pulsing middle against his hand. "Yes! Touch me! Oh, God, Tommy! Touch me!" she crooned, her hips gyrating as his fingers slid over her soaking pussy, exploring, titillating, exciting her. Her hand slid between them and gripped his cock through his pants. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

Tommy was having as much trouble standing as his aunt was. Their elevated level of passion robbed them of a lot of their strength. Holding her against him, he backed toward a kitchen chair. As they moved across the kitchen, his aunt's skirt slid down and she stepped out of it.

"We...we ought to go to the...the bedroom," Karen murmured. She shuddered and groaned when her nephew took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it.

When they reached the kitchen table, Tommy undid his pants and pushed them down. He sat down on the chair, then he turned his aunt around and pulled her onto his lap. His rigid cock strained against the damp panel of her panties, seeking entry to her warm, tight opening.

"We shouldn't be doing this here, Tommy," Karen murmured. Her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him. "What...what if someone comes to the door?"

"Nobody's going to come," Tommy replied. He reached between them, pushing her panties aside, thrusting his cock into her. "Except you and me."

"Oh!" Karen groaned. Her hips began moving the minute his cock entered her. "God! You always make me feel so good!"

Their overheated bodies strained, making the chair rock and groan, as lust took over and powerful feelings surged through them. The young man clutched his aunt's bottom and she clung to his neck while his cock continued it's delicious invasion, lashing around inside her, driving her wild.

"Now! Now!" Karen shrieked after a few minutes of frantic movement, "Take me now! Tommy! Tommy! Now! Yes! Uhh! Uhh!" Her body went into violent spasms and her arms locked around him frantically.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Tommy cried, exploding, hosing her insides with his torrid fluids.

Once their need was sated, they remained on the chair, their bodies still joined. The young man's cock softened and slid from the clutches of his aunt's channel and the remnants of their joining were dripping onto the floor under them.

"Do you have any idea how much I needed that?" Karen asked breathlessly.

"About as much as I did," Tommy replied, then kissed her gently.

Karen frowned at her nephew. "I'm still a little upset about last night," she said. "I suppose you were with that...the woman you work with."

"As a matter of fact," Tommy replied, "I wasn't. Tina's seeing someone."

"Oh?" Karen said. She looked pleased, then a look of dismay formed on her face. "Look at me," she said, "I'm acting...jealous. I have no right to be. My word! Look at us! You're my nephew!" She stood up and stepped back. "I-I have no right to be jealous of you. What...what we're...what we've been doing, it's...it's against the law...and against nature." She ran from the room.

Tommy hadn't expected his aunt to react this way. He followed her into her bedroom, picking up their clothing as he went. It wouldn't hurt to be little careful, just in case Kim came home early.

When he got to his aunt's bedroom, she was on the bed, sobbing. He walked over to the bed. "It's all right, Aunt Karen," he said, sitting down and rubbing her back.

"No...no...it...it isn't," she sobbed. "I'm sick. I-I...molested...you."

"You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do," Tommy said. He didn't understand this. Why was this coming up now? "I love you, and you love me, and I don't see anything wrong with what we're doing."

"It's illegal!" his aunt groaned. "If...if anyone finds out..."

"You know I'm not going to tell anyone," Tommy said. "Nobody will ever find out."

Karen rolled on her back and looked at him. Her hand lifted and she began to stroke his face gently. "I know," she said. "Just now, when...when I realized I was jealous..." She took a deep breath. "I realized I-I was putting entirely too much on you."

Tommy looked puzzled. "I don't know what you mean," he said. "You aren't putting anything on me."

Karen shook her head. "Yes I am," she said, "I...I'm putting you in the place of a man in my life, and that isn't fair to you." She sniffled a little. "I-I have to face the fact that I've got to find someone my own age. It...it isn't right to expect you to...ah...take care of me."

"I don't mind," Tommy protested. "I love you. What we have together, it's fantastic!"

"I know it is," Karen said softly, "that's what makes this so hard. You're more man than I've ever known. But I can't keep doing this! We can't!"

Tommy was stunned. He did and didn't want his affair with his aunt to stop. She was a spectacular sexual partner. "Look," he said, "why don't we let things go the way they are for now."

"We...we can't," Karen said. "I-I don't want to stop, either, but..."

"Look, if either of us finds someone we want to settle down with," Tommy said, "then things will be different, but..."

Karen sighed. "I-I guess so," she said. "But it's so wrong."

Tommy laid atop her and kissed her. "How can anything that feels as good as what we have be wrong?" he asked her after the kiss ended.

Karen smiled at him and stroked his face softly with her hand. "You are something else!" she murmured. Stunned, she realized she was turned on again! Maybe what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn't help herself! He touched her and she was alive with need!

Tommy was about to reach for one of her breasts when the doorbell sounded.

"Now who is that?" Karen wondered, sounding a little miffed.

Tommy remembered. "That's Sergeant Murtagh," he said, climbing out of bed and slipping his clothes back on. "I forgot. He and I are going over to the dojo, remember?"

"I didn't realize you were going to do that," his aunt said. Disappointed, she got up and dressed, too.

"I was going to tell you, but I...ah...I got distracted," Tommy said. He headed for the door. "I thought I'd give running the dojo a try. Master Kwan seemed to think I was good enough to teach, and Sergeant Murtagh said he'd rather stay with someone who has the same philosophy sensei did."

Tommy opened the door and let the sergeant in. He was a big man, several inches taller than the young man's five-ten, and probably out-weighed the lad by thirty pounds. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, and it was obvious there wasn't any fat on his body. His hair was cut short, and his face was very rugged. His big brown eyes sparkled, showing traces of a sense of humor.

"You ready to go, sensei?" he said.

"Sure," Tommy said. He felt his face redden at the officer's compliment, then he saw the sergeant's gaze go to something behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw his aunt standing there.

"Ah...Sergeant Murtagh, this is my aunt, Karen." He looked at Karen. "Aunt Karen, this is, ah, Sergeant Murtagh."

"Bud," the policeman said. "Name's Bud. I only let miscreants call me Sergeant." It was obvious from the way his eyes lit up that he found Karen attractive.

Tommy looked at his aunt. She sported a silly grin and had a kind of shell-shocked look in her eyes. "Hey!" he thought, "Is it possible...?" Maybe the solution to their problem had arrived. On the other hand, maybe the sergeant was married. He'd have to check that out.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Bud," his aunt said, with a kind of dreamy tone in her voice. "Don't be too rough on Tommy."

Bud laughed. "I don't think I have to worry about that," he said. "The question is how hard he's going to be on me." He looked at Tommy. "You ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Tommy said and followed the bigger man out the door.

"Are you married?" Tommy asked Bud as they drove toward the dojo.

"Divorced. Five years ago," the cop answered. "Wife said she couldn't handle being married to a cop. Didn't like the weird hours, especially didn't like the pay, even though she doesn't seem to mind taking a big chunk of it for alimony." He looked over at Tommy. "Your aunt's a damn good-looking woman."

"She's getting a divorce," Tommy said.

Bud gave him an odd look. "What are you, the family match-maker?" he asked.

"Ah...well..." Tommy replied. He felt his face get hot. "It's just...you know..."

They had a strenuous workout once they arrived at the dojo. Sergeant Murtagh was good, but not as good as Tommy. After they finished, they lay on the mat, their clothes soaked with sweat, breathing hard. During the workout, Tommy felt a bond forming between them. He liked the big police officer and was sure Bud felt the same way about him.

"You...you think your aunt might go out with me?" Bud panted.

"She might," Tommy said. "But only if you ask her."

The big man swatted at him. "I figured I'd have to do that," he said. "Unless you figured to set it up."

"You're old enough to do it yourself," Tommy said.

"Yeah, right," Bud said. He rolled on his belly and snapped off a few one-handed and two-handed pushups. "I haven't gone out much since my wife left me," he said as he did. "Christ, with what I gotta pay her in alimony, I got hardly enough money to make the rent, you know, never mind taking out women."

An idea was forming in Tommy's mind. "You know," he said, "I won't be able to handle all the students Master Kwan had. Especially when school starts. You want to work here at the dojo?"

Bud lowered himself to the mat and lay on his side looking at Tommy. "Work for you?" he asked. "You mean you own this place now? I thought, maybe, you were going to work for Kwan's family or something."

Tommy nodded. "Master Kwan didn't have any family," he said. "He left me everything he had."

Bud looked amazed and said, "You gotta be shittin'!" He laughed. "Well, sensei, if you figure having a burned out cop working for you is a good deal, I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Terrific!" Tommy said. "You handle the police department contracts and the older men. I'll handle the younger students and female students. We can work together on the advanced classes." He jumped to his feet. "Come on, let's get a shower. I have to get home and get to work."

Ten minutes later they were back in Murtagh's car, headed back to Karen's house.

"You really think your aunt will go out with me?" Bud asked. The big man sounded surprisingly hesitant.

"If I'm right about the look in her eyes, I'm sure of it," Tommy told him. "I think she liked your looks."

"No shit?" Bud said. He seemed surprised by Tommy's reply. He even blushed a little.

"Come on in," Tommy said when they got to his aunt's house.

"You sure about this?" Bud asked as they walked up the sidewalk.

"For a big guy, you sure act nervous," Tommy said.

"Hey, this isn't something I do a lot, you know?" Bud said.

Karen was watching TV when they came in. She smiled at Bud. "How was your workout?" she asked. She wasn't looking at Tommy. In fact, the young man wasn't sure she even knew he was in the room. He liked what was happening, even though it might well mean he'd never get to make love with his aunt again.

"Ah...it was fine, ma'am," Bud replied, turning a nice shade of pink.

"Can I offer you a beer?" Karen asked.

"I don't drink," Bud said. "Had a problem with booze a while back. Been in AA for eight years. I'll take a soda if you got one."

"I certainly do," Karen replied. Smiling, she got off the sofa and headed for the kitchen. Bud and Tommy watched her go. The young man looked at Bud and nodded in the direction of the kitchen. The big man shrugged, grinned sheepishly, then followed Karen.

Tommy, smiling, walked down the hallway to his room and began changing his clothes. When he finished, he went out and found his aunt and Bud sitting at the kitchen table, drinking sodas and talking.

"I'm off to work," Tommy said.

"Call if you'll be late tonight," his aunt said, never taking her eyes off Bud.

"I will, Aunt Karen," Tommy said, then he turned and headed out the door. It would be nice if his aunt and Bud did hit it off. And it wouldn't affect his sex life that much. After all, he still had Kim and Donna. He was going to have to try his hand with other girls one of these days. There had to be lots of girls who'd go out with him, he thought as he walked down the street.

After Tommy left, things seemed strained. Karen and Bud sat there, drinking their sodas.

"I-I've never known a police officer," Karen said, feeling her face get hot. Bud was rugged-looking and kind of handsome and she felt drawn to him. She had from the minute she first laid eyes on him.

"Yeah, well, not many people do," Bud replied. She really was attractive. "Sensei...ah...Tom, he says you're getting a divorce."

"Yes," Karen said, elated. "I-I had a bad marriage. Are you married?"

"Like most cops, I'm divorced," Bud replied. "I-I guess cops don't make good husbands."

"Maybe it's just because you didn't marry the right woman," Karen ventured.

Bud shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, bein' a cop means a lot of late nights and all," he said, "even in a small town like North Hampden."

"I don't know," Karen said, "Seems to me if a woman loved you, she'd stick by you, no matter what you do."

Bud smiled at her. "I sure wish my wife had felt the way you do," he said.

Karen felt warm inside. Bud seemed very nice. Maybe...

"Ah...I'm...I'm not very good about stuff like this," he stammered, "ah...do...do you think...ah...maybe you and I, you know, we could have, you know, dinner some time?"

Karen was thrilled by the man's hesitant invitation. "I'd love that, Bud," she replied, pleased at the broad smile her reply brought to his face. Things might be getting better, she realized. There were men her age who found her attractive. 




Summer Vacation Ch. 24



Tommy awoke alone in bed the next morning. Given the way his aunt had been all over him lately, that surprised him. He figured they'd wake up and make love. That might have been a way to make her forget he'd stood her up the night before. It looked like they wouldn't be making love after all. Oh, well.

He got out of bed, went to his room and got dressed. Then, wary of what his aunt's mood would be, he walked to the kitchen. Sooner or later, he had to face her. He might as well get it over with.

Karen was at the kitchen counter, her back to him. She wore a yellow man-tailored shirt and tan straight chino skirt. Both the blouse and skirt were somewhat loose, but did little to hide her incredible figure.

"Good morning, Aunt Karen," Tommy said.

"Good morning," his aunt replied. Her reply was sharp and cool and she didn't turn around.

"What's for breakfast?" the young man asked.

"Get yourself some cereal, I'm busy," his aunt snapped.

She was angry. Tommy wasn't sure how to handle this. He could let her stew and go about his business, but he didn't want that. He didn't like the strain between them.

"You could have called last night," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have."

"I waited up as long as I could," his aunt said. He could hear the hurt in her voice.

"I'm sorry," Tommy said softly. He walked across the kitchen and laid his hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away from him. She didn't have much room to maneuver because the counter was in front of her and he was behind her.

Karen wanted to stay angry with her nephew. She'd been anticipating more passion when he got home from work the previous night, but he didn't come home and it didn't happen. When she discovered him next to her in bed that morning she got even angrier. Why hadn't he awakened her when he came home? They could have made love then.

But, as her nephew moved closer to her, even though she tried to stop it, her body was reacting, betraying her. His nearness, his hand on her shoulder, had her simmering! She didn't want to give in to him. Not now. Not after last night.

Her nephew's arms slid around her waist and pulled her against him. She was trembling inside and didn't resist, but she kept herself stiff to let him know she wasn't happy.

"If...if you think you...you can make up for what...what you did last...last night, you're mistaken, young man," she said. She shuddered and hoped he hadn't noticed.

Tommy pressed on. Already his cock was starting to stiffen. Part of it was because his aunt was a very appealing and attractive woman, but he also found the fact that she was angry something of a turn-on. He kissed her neck and licked her ear.

Karen felt thrills rushing through her and, trying to keep under control, leaned her head away. "Don't think you can get to me that easily," she said. "What...what you did last night wasn't very nice." She didn't move out of the circle of his arms. She couldn't. She wanted to feel him pressing against her, wanted his hands on her, doing things to her... She shook her head, trying to clear it.

Tommy cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed his stiffening cock against the softness of her ass. "You mean if I do this, it won't matter?" he asked. He kept kissing and nibbling her ear and neck under her soft black hair.

"T-T-Tommy...don't...um..." Karen stammered. She squirmed in his embrace, which put even more pressure on his cock. All that did was make the fleshy tube get harder. "I'm...I'm really...really...angry...with...you." Even though she uttered her protest, she did nothing to get out of his grasp. She didn't want to. Her anger was fading fast, and was being replaced by need, the overpowering need she felt every time he touched her!

When her nephew found and began to rub her nipples through her bra and blouse, Karen felt her body go soft. She could no longer deny that her body was filled with undeniable need.

Tommy felt his aunt sagging against him. Her hips began to move rhythmically against his cock and he knew he was accomplishing what he'd set out to. "Are you really still angry with me, Aunt Karen?" he whispered, caressing her ear with his tongue while he continued to gently massage her generous mammaries with his hands. "You don't want me to stop, do you?"

Karen put her hands on his, pressing them tighter against her breasts. "I...I should make you stop," she murmured. She couldn't resist him, no matter what he'd done to her last night. "What...what you did to me last night...it...it wasn't nice."

"You like this, don't you, Aunt Karen?" Tommy whispered. "You like it a lot."

"God! I can't resist you!" Karen groaned. "You make me crazy!"

Tommy stopped massaging her breasts long enough to undo the buttons on her blouse, then he slid his hands onto her bare belly. He heard her moaned with delight and felt a tremor go through her. He was turning her on!

Karen no longer knew anything save powerful need for the young man whose hands were moving over her body, setting her on fire! Every time he touched her it felt better than the time before!

Tommy cupped his aunt's breasts and began squeezing them gently, rubbing her nipples, which were protruding against the silky fabric of her bra. Her hands moved onto his again as she continued pressing against him, then he felt her do something between her breasts and the bra loosened.

"Touch my breasts!" Karen purred. "Please, my darling, touch my breasts!"

Tommy did just that, letting the rigid buds of her nipples press into his palms as he gently, rotated them against the swollen mounds.

Karen groaned and her legs began trembling. "I...I can't resist you," she murmured. "You touch me and I get all funny inside. I...I can't stay angry with you, not for a minute."

"I'm glad," Tommy whispered. He slid a hand down and undid the clasp at the waist of her skirt.

"We ought...to...to go...let's go...in the...the bed...room," Karen stammered, her body quaking visibly.

"Not yet," Tommy whispered and slid his hand under the loosened waistband of her skirt, into her panties, through the lush pubic forest between her legs. His fingers encountered wetness. She was as turned on as he was!

Karen's hips shot forward, pressing her pulsing middle against his hand. "Yes! Touch me! Oh, God, Tommy! Touch me!" she crooned, her hips gyrating as his fingers slid over her soaking pussy, exploring, titillating, exciting her. Her hand slid between them and gripped his cock through his pants. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

Tommy was having as much trouble standing as his aunt was. Their elevated level of passion robbed them of a lot of their strength. Holding her against him, he backed toward a kitchen chair. As they moved across the kitchen, his aunt's skirt slid down and she stepped out of it.

"We...we ought to go to the...the bedroom," Karen murmured. She shuddered and groaned when her nephew took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it.

When they reached the kitchen table, Tommy undid his pants and pushed them down. He sat down on the chair, then he turned his aunt around and pulled her onto his lap. His rigid cock strained against the damp panel of her panties, seeking entry to her warm, tight opening.

"We shouldn't be doing this here, Tommy," Karen murmured. Her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him. "What...what if someone comes to the door?"

"Nobody's going to come," Tommy replied. He reached between them, pushing her panties aside, thrusting his cock into her. "Except you and me."

"Oh!" Karen groaned. Her hips began moving the minute his cock entered her. "God! You always make me feel so good!"

Their overheated bodies strained, making the chair rock and groan, as lust took over and powerful feelings surged through them. The young man clutched his aunt's bottom and she clung to his neck while his cock continued it's delicious invasion, lashing around inside her, driving her wild.

"Now! Now!" Karen shrieked after a few minutes of frantic movement, "Take me now! Tommy! Tommy! Now! Yes! Uhh! Uhh!" Her body went into violent spasms and her arms locked around him frantically.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Tommy cried, exploding, hosing her insides with his torrid fluids.

Once their need was sated, they remained on the chair, their bodies still joined. The young man's cock softened and slid from the clutches of his aunt's channel and the remnants of their joining were dripping onto the floor under them.

"Do you have any idea how much I needed that?" Karen asked breathlessly.

"About as much as I did," Tommy replied, then kissed her gently.

Karen frowned at her nephew. "I'm still a little upset about last night," she said. "I suppose you were with that...the woman you work with."

"As a matter of fact," Tommy replied, "I wasn't. Tina's seeing someone."

"Oh?" Karen said. She looked pleased, then a look of dismay formed on her face. "Look at me," she said, "I'm acting...jealous. I have no right to be. My word! Look at us! You're my nephew!" She stood up and stepped back. "I-I have no right to be jealous of you. What...what we're...what we've been doing, it's...it's against the law...and against nature." She ran from the room.

Tommy hadn't expected his aunt to react this way. He followed her into her bedroom, picking up their clothing as he went. It wouldn't hurt to be little careful, just in case Kim came home early.

When he got to his aunt's bedroom, she was on the bed, sobbing. He walked over to the bed. "It's all right, Aunt Karen," he said, sitting down and rubbing her back.

"No...no...it...it isn't," she sobbed. "I'm sick. I-I...molested...you."

"You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do," Tommy said. He didn't understand this. Why was this coming up now? "I love you, and you love me, and I don't see anything wrong with what we're doing."

"It's illegal!" his aunt groaned. "If...if anyone finds out..."

"You know I'm not going to tell anyone," Tommy said. "Nobody will ever find out."

Karen rolled on her back and looked at him. Her hand lifted and she began to stroke his face gently. "I know," she said. "Just now, when...when I realized I was jealous..." She took a deep breath. "I realized I-I was putting entirely too much on you."

Tommy looked puzzled. "I don't know what you mean," he said. "You aren't putting anything on me."

Karen shook her head. "Yes I am," she said, "I...I'm putting you in the place of a man in my life, and that isn't fair to you." She sniffled a little. "I-I have to face the fact that I've got to find someone my own age. It...it isn't right to expect you to...ah...take care of me."

"I don't mind," Tommy protested. "I love you. What we have together, it's fantastic!"

"I know it is," Karen said softly, "that's what makes this so hard. You're more man than I've ever known. But I can't keep doing this! We can't!"

Tommy was stunned. He did and didn't want his affair with his aunt to stop. She was a spectacular sexual partner. "Look," he said, "why don't we let things go the way they are for now."

"We...we can't," Karen said. "I-I don't want to stop, either, but..."

"Look, if either of us finds someone we want to settle down with," Tommy said, "then things will be different, but..."

Karen sighed. "I-I guess so," she said. "But it's so wrong."

Tommy laid atop her and kissed her. "How can anything that feels as good as what we have be wrong?" he asked her after the kiss ended.

Karen smiled at him and stroked his face softly with her hand. "You are something else!" she murmured. Stunned, she realized she was turned on again! Maybe what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn't help herself! He touched her and she was alive with need!

Tommy was about to reach for one of her breasts when the doorbell sounded.

"Now who is that?" Karen wondered, sounding a little miffed.

Tommy remembered. "That's Sergeant Murtagh," he said, climbing out of bed and slipping his clothes back on. "I forgot. He and I are going over to the dojo, remember?"

"I didn't realize you were going to do that," his aunt said. Disappointed, she got up and dressed, too.

"I was going to tell you, but I...ah...I got distracted," Tommy said. He headed for the door. "I thought I'd give running the dojo a try. Master Kwan seemed to think I was good enough to teach, and Sergeant Murtagh said he'd rather stay with someone who has the same philosophy sensei did."

Tommy opened the door and let the sergeant in. He was a big man, several inches taller than the young man's five-ten, and probably out-weighed the lad by thirty pounds. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, and it was obvious there wasn't any fat on his body. His hair was cut short, and his face was very rugged. His big brown eyes sparkled, showing traces of a sense of humor.

"You ready to go, sensei?" he said.

"Sure," Tommy said. He felt his face redden at the officer's compliment, then he saw the sergeant's gaze go to something behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw his aunt standing there.

"Ah...Sergeant Murtagh, this is my aunt, Karen." He looked at Karen. "Aunt Karen, this is, ah, Sergeant Murtagh."

"Bud," the policeman said. "Name's Bud. I only let miscreants call me Sergeant." It was obvious from the way his eyes lit up that he found Karen attractive.

Tommy looked at his aunt. She sported a silly grin and had a kind of shell-shocked look in her eyes. "Hey!" he thought, "Is it possible...?" Maybe the solution to their problem had arrived. On the other hand, maybe the sergeant was married. He'd have to check that out.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Bud," his aunt said, with a kind of dreamy tone in her voice. "Don't be too rough on Tommy."

Bud laughed. "I don't think I have to worry about that," he said. "The question is how hard he's going to be on me." He looked at Tommy. "You ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Tommy said and followed the bigger man out the door.

"Are you married?" Tommy asked Bud as they drove toward the dojo.

"Divorced. Five years ago," the cop answered. "Wife said she couldn't handle being married to a cop. Didn't like the weird hours, especially didn't like the pay, even though she doesn't seem to mind taking a big chunk of it for alimony." He looked over at Tommy. "Your aunt's a damn good-looking woman."

"She's getting a divorce," Tommy said.

Bud gave him an odd look. "What are you, the family match-maker?" he asked.

"Ah...well..." Tommy replied. He felt his face get hot. "It's just...you know..."

They had a strenuous workout once they arrived at the dojo. Sergeant Murtagh was good, but not as good as Tommy. After they finished, they lay on the mat, their clothes soaked with sweat, breathing hard. During the workout, Tommy felt a bond forming between them. He liked the big police officer and was sure Bud felt the same way about him.

"You...you think your aunt might go out with me?" Bud panted.

"She might," Tommy said. "But only if you ask her."

The big man swatted at him. "I figured I'd have to do that," he said. "Unless you figured to set it up."

"You're old enough to do it yourself," Tommy said.

"Yeah, right," Bud said. He rolled on his belly and snapped off a few one-handed and two-handed pushups. "I haven't gone out much since my wife left me," he said as he did. "Christ, with what I gotta pay her in alimony, I got hardly enough money to make the rent, you know, never mind taking out women."

An idea was forming in Tommy's mind. "You know," he said, "I won't be able to handle all the students Master Kwan had. Especially when school starts. You want to work here at the dojo?"

Bud lowered himself to the mat and lay on his side looking at Tommy. "Work for you?" he asked. "You mean you own this place now? I thought, maybe, you were going to work for Kwan's family or something."

Tommy nodded. "Master Kwan didn't have any family," he said. "He left me everything he had."

Bud looked amazed and said, "You gotta be shittin'!" He laughed. "Well, sensei, if you figure having a burned out cop working for you is a good deal, I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Terrific!" Tommy said. "You handle the police department contracts and the older men. I'll handle the younger students and female students. We can work together on the advanced classes." He jumped to his feet. "Come on, let's get a shower. I have to get home and get to work."

Ten minutes later they were back in Murtagh's car, headed back to Karen's house.

"You really think your aunt will go out with me?" Bud asked. The big man sounded surprisingly hesitant.

"If I'm right about the look in her eyes, I'm sure of it," Tommy told him. "I think she liked your looks."

"No shit?" Bud said. He seemed surprised by Tommy's reply. He even blushed a little.

"Come on in," Tommy said when they got to his aunt's house.

"You sure about this?" Bud asked as they walked up the sidewalk.

"For a big guy, you sure act nervous," Tommy said.

"Hey, this isn't something I do a lot, you know?" Bud said.

Karen was watching TV when they came in. She smiled at Bud. "How was your workout?" she asked. She wasn't looking at Tommy. In fact, the young man wasn't sure she even knew he was in the room. He liked what was happening, even though it might well mean he'd never get to make love with his aunt again.

"Ah...it was fine, ma'am," Bud replied, turning a nice shade of pink.

"Can I offer you a beer?" Karen asked.

"I don't drink," Bud said. "Had a problem with booze a while back. Been in AA for eight years. I'll take a soda if you got one."

"I certainly do," Karen replied. Smiling, she got off the sofa and headed for the kitchen. Bud and Tommy watched her go. The young man looked at Bud and nodded in the direction of the kitchen. The big man shrugged, grinned sheepishly, then followed Karen.

Tommy, smiling, walked down the hallway to his room and began changing his clothes. When he finished, he went out and found his aunt and Bud sitting at the kitchen table, drinking sodas and talking.

"I'm off to work," Tommy said.

"Call if you'll be late tonight," his aunt said, never taking her eyes off Bud.

"I will, Aunt Karen," Tommy said, then he turned and headed out the door. It would be nice if his aunt and Bud did hit it off. And it wouldn't affect his sex life that much. After all, he still had Kim and Donna. He was going to have to try his hand with other girls one of these days. There had to be lots of girls who'd go out with him, he thought as he walked down the street.

After Tommy left, things seemed strained. Karen and Bud sat there, drinking their sodas.

"I-I've never known a police officer," Karen said, feeling her face get hot. Bud was rugged-looking and kind of handsome and she felt drawn to him. She had from the minute she first laid eyes on him.

"Yeah, well, not many people do," Bud replied. She really was attractive. "Sensei...ah...Tom, he says you're getting a divorce."

"Yes," Karen said, elated. "I-I had a bad marriage. Are you married?"

"Like most cops, I'm divorced," Bud replied. "I-I guess cops don't make good husbands."

"Maybe it's just because you didn't marry the right woman," Karen ventured.

Bud shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, bein' a cop means a lot of late nights and all," he said, "even in a small town like North Hampden."

"I don't know," Karen said, "Seems to me if a woman loved you, she'd stick by you, no matter what you do."

Bud smiled at her. "I sure wish my wife had felt the way you do," he said.

Karen felt warm inside. Bud seemed very nice. Maybe...

"Ah...I'm...I'm not very good about stuff like this," he stammered, "ah...do...do you think...ah...maybe you and I, you know, we could have, you know, dinner some time?"

Karen was thrilled by the man's hesitant invitation. "I'd love that, Bud," she replied, pleased at the broad smile her reply brought to his face. Things might be getting better, she realized. There were men her age who found her attractive.



Summer Vacation Ch. 25



Tina arrived at work in good spirits. She told Tommy that Greg would be picking her up after work. It bugged the young man that she kept telling him about Greg, but he wasn't sure what to do about that. If he told her, she might not talk with him at all.

Things were slow at the inn. Halfway through the night Tommy, in a free minute, phoned Donna. The phone rang three or four times, then someone answered.

"Hello?" The voice was feminine, but it wasn't Donna.

"Ah, hello. Is Donna there?" Tommy asked.

"Who may I say is calling?" the woman asked. Whoever she was, she wasn't very friendly, the young man thought.

"Ah...Tom...Tom Jackson," he replied. "I'm...I'm a friend of hers."

The woman said, "Just a minute." Tommy heard the phone being laid down and voices in the background.

"Tom?" Donna's voice came on.

"Ah...hi," Tommy said. "I-I was, you know...ah...wondering if, ah, if you wanted to go out with me after I get off work."

Tina had walked over and was listening. Tommy wasn't sure why, but it bugged him.

"Tonight?" Donna said. She sounded hesitant. "I..."

"Look, if you don't want to," Tommy said. He was confused by her hesitance and assumed she didn't want to go out with him again.

"It isn't that," Donna said quickly then her voice dropped to a whisper, "I have to convince my folks I'm going out with one of my girlfriends. They...they don't want me dating guys they haven't met...you know?"

"Oh," Tommy said. He'd forgotten her parents were stricter than most. "Look, I don't want to get you in trouble."

"I can't get the car," she said, "but I want meet you."

"I'll go home and get my car after work," Tommy said. "Where do you want me to pick you up?"

"How about down at the mall?" Donna asked. "Mom and Dad don't complain when I go down there. They think all I live for is shopping, anyhow."

"OK," Tommy said. "I'll see you at the mall a little after eleven." He put the phone down and turned.

Tina was grinning at him. "Hot date?" she asked.

Tommy felt his face getting hot. He nodded and said, "Sort of."

"Anyone I know?" Tina asked.

Tommy found her concern interesting. "Remember the girl in the sports car we saw the other night when I walked you home?" he replied.

"The skinny blonde?" Tina said.

"Yeah, that's her. Her name's Donna," the young man replied. He was pleased there was a trace of disapproval in Tina's voice. Could it possibly be she was a tiny bit jealous? "She's a friend of my cousin's."

"This something serious?" she asked.

Tommy shrugged. "I've only seen her a couple of times, " he said. "I don't know. We're just friends, I guess."

A customer signaled, and Tina left, ending the conversation. They didn't get a chance to talk any more that night, then Greg showed up near closing time.

"You ready to go?" he asked Tina, who was helping set up the tables for the next day.

"I'll be ready in a minute," she replied. "I've got to finish this."

Greg frowned. "Why don't you let the kid do it?" he said. "I have reservations for us at the Biloxi."

"I can't let all this work for Tommy," Tina told him and continued working. "You'll have to wait until I'm done."

Tommy already didn't like Greg, and the man's attitude this night didn't do anything to win him over. "Why does she let him boss her around like that?" he wondered. "I wouldn't treat her like that...that asshole does." He continued working, taking his time. He glanced across the room at Greg, who was pacing and looking very put out. "He's such an asshole!" the young man thought.

They finally finished and Tina left with Greg.

"Tina's new young man, he is very impatient, isn't he?" Mr. Dreisbach commented as the door closed behind them.

"I think he's a jerk," Tommy said. "I don't know what she sees in him."

"Some girls, they think that they can't be so choosy once they get divorced," Mrs. Dreisbach commented. She'd just come out of the kitchen. "I was worried after my divorce that no other man would want me. Then I met Poopsie, here..." She gave her furiously blushing husband a hug. "I was lucky, I tell you."

"Ah...yeah, I guess you were," Tommy said. "Look, I have to get going. I have a date."

"Sehr gut," Mr. Dreisbach said. "I wondered about that. You work too much, I think. A young man your age, he needs to play sometimes. Play is good for you."

"See you tomorrow night," Tommy said, heading for the door.

"Come, Poopsie," Tommy heard Mrs. Dreisbach say, "let's go home, yes? We're not so oldt. We can play, too."

Tommy was surprised to find his aunt's house dark when he got there. He wasn't sure how his aunt would react to his taking the car, but it didn't seem to be a problem since she wasn't there to object. He went inside to get the keys and found a note.

"Tommy, Bud and I have gone out for dinner," the note said. "We might not be home until late, so don't wait up," it continued. His aunt had signed her name, followed by a little happy face. Tommy grinned. Maybe introducing his aunt to Bud Murtagh was a good idea.

Tommy got the car and headed for the mall. He parked the car in the huge lot and walked to the mall's main entrance. Donna was standing just inside the entrance, looking a little nervous.

"Hi," she said softly when Tommy approached. She was wearing a light tan shirtdress that buttoned down the front and had a black belt around the waist. Several of the top buttons were open, and when she walked toward him, he noticed quite a few of the buttons on the skirt were undone as well. A lot of shapely tan leg showed as she moved. He could see why her folks worried about her. He was glad she'd come. It was time he started going out with girls his age.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, "cleaning up took longer than I expected."

Donna smiled. "I don't mind," she said softly. "Besides, you aren't that late."

"Want to go for a walk?" Tommy asked. As late as it was, there weren't many places to go. And he didn't feel like sitting in an all-night diner or donut shop.

"Sure," Donna said.

There was a park not far from the mall, so they started in that direction. Tommy took Donna's hand as they walked. Holding her soft warm hand felt nice. "You going to get in trouble for this?" he asked her.

She shook her head. "No, not really," she said. "My folks think I'm at Lucinda's. She'll cover for me if they call, but they won't. They never do."

"How come your folks are so strict?" he asked. His parents trusted him, and the idea of not being trusted was hard for him to understand.

Donna shrugged. "I don't know, that's just the way they are," she replied, "They've always been like that."

"I wouldn't like that," he said.

"I don't, sometimes," she replied. "Like tonight."

"I'm glad you got out," he said. "I like being with you."

Donna squeezed his hand and said, "I like being with you, too."

"Doesn't it bother you that I'm younger than you?" Tommy asked.

Donna smiled. "Why should it?" she asked. "You're a nice guy, a lot nicer than some of the guys I've gone out with at college."

They reached a secluded, dimly lit part of the park. Fortunately the small community where they lived was still a place where it was safe to be on the streets at night, even in areas like the one they were in. Crime had not yet become the problem it was in major metropolitan areas. They sat down on a park bench under a big oak tree.

Donna leaned against Tommy. "I never knew what a nice person you were," she said.

Tommy laughed. "I wasn't sure I was," he said. "You couldn't have told it from the number of girls I dated."

"I know," Donna said. "I thought you were cute, but..." She shrugged. "I mean, you were younger, and the kids I hung out with said..."

"That I was a nerd," Tommy finished the sentence for her.

She nodded. "Yeah, stuff like that," she agreed. "I-I guess I shouldn't have listened to them."

"No reason you shouldn't have," he said, a little bitterly, "everybody else did."

She turned on the bench and laid a soft hand on his cheek. "But they were wrong!" she said softly as she caressed his cheek. "You're a neat guy!"

"And I'm cute, too," Tommy said.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're cute, too," she said.

"Sounds like you're trying to convince someone to go out with your little brother," he said. "He's cute and he's a really neat guy."

Donna's hand left his cheek and settled in his lap. "You're anything but little," she whispered. "I ought to know."

Tommy put his hand on the silken softness of her hair and pulled her to him. His lips covered hers and desire flared inside him as her tongue lashed into his mouth. Her hand softly stroked the bulge that had begun to grow in his pants.

Donna was flushed when the kiss ended. "You kiss pretty good, too," she said breathlessly. "You make me feel all funny inside when you kiss me."

Tommy began stroking one of her small, firm breasts gently through the smooth material of her dress. He felt the nipple grow erect. Her slim body quivered against him.

"You're so gentle," she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. "I've never known a guy as gentle as you are."

"A beautiful woman like you should be treated gently," Tommy murmured, sliding his hand inside her dress onto hot, bare skin. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to. His fingers began toying with a rigid nipple. A soft sigh escaped her and her hand clutched his swelling cock.

"God, Tom, when you do that, it makes me crazy!" Donna whispered. "You're turning me on!"

"I'm turned on, too," he replied. "Being with you does that to me."

"We ought to go somewhere," she murmured. She fumbled his pants open and slid her hand inside, onto his swollen cock.

"What's the matter with here?" Tommy groaned.

"He...here?" Donna gasped. She found it hard to think. His hand slid up between her slim legs, found her naked, wet pussy, and she shuddered. Hunger for him was rapidly overwhelming her. "What...what if someone comes?"

"You want me, don't you?" Tommy asked and slid his finger into her tight opening, making her squirm.

"God, yes!" she replied, thrusting her opening against his hand. "You're making me crazy!"

"Sit on my lap," he told her.

Donna got up and straddled his legs. Tommy pushed his pants down, then pulled her onto him. She held her skirt out of the way as she lowered herself onto him. "Oh!" she groaned as his engorged cock slid into her. "I can't believe we're doing this here!" Her slim arms locked around his neck, her lips ground against his, and her body began the rhythmic motions of sex.

Both of them found it thrilling to be making love out in the open. The "wrongness" of what they were doing was a tremendous stimulant and the couple's passion rapidly grew to unstoppable proportions as their joined bodies strained together. There was danger of discovery, but the hour was so late and the spot they were in so secluded it was unlikely they'd be interrupted.

"I can't believe it! Oh, God! I'm gonna...Oh! Tom! Tom! I'm...I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" the slim, beautiful blonde cried, her body jolting and jerking wildly. "Now! Now! Yes! Yes!"

Tommy exploded a gusher of his seed into her hot, clasping cave. "Yeah! Donna! Yeah!" he cried.

Spent, Donna sat atop him, arms wrapped around his neck, head lying on Tommy's shoulder. His cock, still hard, remained buried in her snug pussy. After a few minutes, he felt his penis begin to soften. All of a sudden, his shrunken organ left her.

Donna giggled. "Oh!" she murmured and squirmed on his lap. "That tickled." She straightened up, kissed him, and hugged him. "I can't believe what we just did!" she exclaimed. "What if someone had come along?"

"They'd have gotten quite an eyeful, wouldn't they?" Tommy said, smiling.

Donna stood up and straightened her clothing.

Tommy got up, too, and pulled up his pants. "Sometimes..." he mused, "...sex puts you in ridiculous positions." "I guess I should get you home," he said. "I ought to get to bed. I've got to be up early in the morning."

Donna put her hand in his as they walked back to the mall, and leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. Tommy found the experience not at all unpleasant.







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Summer Vacation Ch. 26



Karen was up before her nephew the next morning and, as she got breakfast ready, she thought about her date with Bud Murtagh the night before:

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Bud took her to a nice, but modest. "Sorry I couldn't afford anything fancier," he apologized once they were seated. "The food here's pretty good, even if the surroundings are a little plain."

"It's wonderful, Bud," Karen replied. She wouldn't have minded it if he'd taken her to a fast-food place. She liked being with him and it surprised her how much she liked it.

"Ah, well, on a cop's pay and all..." he said.

"Bud, you don't have to apologize," she told him. "After all, don't they say it's the company that counts toward making an evening nice, not the surroundings?" She loved the flush that came over the big man's face when she said that. It warmed her. Maybe...just maybe, there was a chance this would develop into more than just a night out for dinner.

After the ate--the food was actually quite good--they went out and got in Bud's car. Karen was very aware of the fact that the big man was acting uncomfortable.

He sat behind the steering wheel, and took a deep breath, then he turned and looked at her. "Ah...I...was wondering," he said, "I don't want to sound forward or anything, but...I...would you like to come to my place for a drink or something?"

"Sure," Karen replied. "I'd love to see your bachelor pad."

"Bachelor pad, yeah," Bud snorted. "It isn't much, believe me." He put the car in gear and started off.

His apartment was small, but tidy, and surprisingly neat. Karen said so.

"Ah. well, you know," Bud said. His face started getting red again. "Would...would you like some sparkling cider?"

Karen said she would, and he went to the kitchen to get it. She followed him. The apartment's kitchen was quite small, and being in it with him meant she had to stand very close to him.

Bud got a bottle of the refrigerator. "I...since I can't drink booze any more, I kinda developed a taste for this stuff," he stammered, "you don't mind, to you?"

"I'm sure it will be just fine," Karen said. She was pleased by his obvious nervousness at being around her.

Bud poured them each a glass of the cider and, as they sipped it, they stood there, looking into each other's eyes.

Finally, Bud took a deep breath. "You...you are just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said softly.

Karen didn't know how to respond to his compliment. She was terribly conscious of how close to her he was standing, and his nearness thrilled her.

Then Bud was moving toward her slowly, and his face was getting closer and closer to hers. When their lips met, it was as if Karen had received an electric shock. With a soft groan, she moved into his arms, pressing her body against his.

So much of what followed was a blur, so she couldn't recall exactly how it happened, but they wound up on his bed, their clothes a tangled pile on the floor. Bud's hands were sliding over her, thrilling her. He had big hands, rough ones, a contrast to her nephew's soft, gentle touch, but no less exciting.

While Bud caressed her, Karen explored his body, too. It was hard, heavily muscled, and she felt ridges, possibly scars. He felt so different from Tommy! Incredibly sweet sensations roared through her when his lips closed over one of her nipples. She pressed tighter against him, groaning, and felt his erection prodding her belly. She didn't care if this was their first date. She wanted him! Desperately.

"You're so beautiful! So beautiful!" Bud moaned as he caressed and explored her. "So beautiful!"

"I need you, Bud!" Karen murmured. "Please, Bud, I need you!"

He rolled atop her, his bulk pressing her against the bed. She reached between them, gripped his cock, and guided it to where she wanted it to be. "Unhh!" she moaned when the fleshy tube invaded her, filling her with warmth and thrills. What she had with her nephew was wonderful, but this was better, far better!

"Ah!" Bud groaned. The minute he was in her, his hips began going wild. "Can't wait! Oh, God! Feels too good! I can't wait!"

Karen couldn't either. Her body yearned for release. "Take me! Bud! Please! Take me!" she cried. Her hands raked his back, her legs locked behind his, and her hips strained against him. "Now! Now! Now!" she cried. "Bud! Oh, God, Bud! I'm coming! Please! Please! Take me now! Ahh!" Wild sensations boomed through her, filling her with ecstasy.

"Gahh!" Bud groaned when his hot cream splashed her insides.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

"God, that was so wonderful!" Karen thought as she leaned against the counter, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Tommy walked into the kitchen, saw the dreamy look on his aunt's face, and smiled. "So, did you and Bud have a good time last night?" he asked.

Her nephew's question startled Karen out of her delicious daydream. She turned a delightful shade of red and gulped. "Ah...he's...he's very nice," she stammered. She turned around and began working on something on the counter.

"So, I take it the two of you hit it off?" Tommy asked. He was tickled by his aunt's discomfiture. He had an idea they'd gotten along much better than Aunt Karen was willing to admit.

"We...we, ah, we got along fine," his aunt replied, keeping her back to him.

"Where did you guys go?" Tommy asked.

Ah...we...we just, you know, went out and had a little dinner and talked," Karen said. She turned. "Nothing happened, if that's what you're thinking. Bud's a gentleman." She wasn't exactly sure why she'd lied to her nephew.

"You implying I'm not?" Tommy asked softly, smiling.

"Ah..." his aunt stammered and got even redder. "That's...you're twisting what I'm saying all around."

Tommy laughed and stood up. "I'm glad you guys hit it off," he said. "You deserve a guy like Bud. I'm not sure why his wife divorced him, but I think she was nuts."

Karen nodded. "I...they say being married to a police officer is hard," she said.

Tommy grinned at her. "Wow! You're thinking about marriage already?" he asked. "I guess you guys did hit it off!"

"Well...you know...I mean, I just was thinking and all..." Karen stammered. She turned back to the sink and began rinsing the dishes.

"I've got some things to do this morning, Aunt Karen," Tommy said. "Then I've got to go over to the dojo for a little while. After that, I've got to go to work."

"Why don't you give your notice at the Inn?" Karen said. "You don't need the money any more. And if you're going to teach at the, what do you call it, the dojo, you'll be busy enough."

"I know," Tommy said, "but I hate to leave Mr. Dreisbach in the lurch. And I really like working at the inn." And he wouldn't see much of Tina, either, if he quit the job at the inn.

"I'm sure he can find someone else," Karen said. "Maybe not as good a worker as you are, but..."

"I guess I should think about it," Tommy said. He turned, walked out the kitchen door, and got in his parents' car. What he hadn't told his aunt was that he had an appointment with the lawyer to make arrangements for some of the money he had inherited from Mr. Kwan.

"One of my associates will get to work right away on the trust funds," Attorney Brothers said after Tommy explained what he wanted done. "I must say, you are being extremely generous. Little of what you want to do is tax-deductible."

"I have more money than I'll ever need," Tommy said. "I might as well use some of it to help people I care about."

The lawyer nodded. "This Tina Nyce, the woman whose son you're setting up the trust for, is she aware you're doing it?" he asked.

Tommy shook his head. "No, and I'd like to remain anonymous, if I can," he said.

"What about your aunt?" the lawyer asked. "Don't you think she'll figure out who paid off her mortgage and set up a trust fund for her daughter's education?"

Tommy nodded. "I'm sure she will," he said. "She'll make a fuss about it, but she'll get over it."

"And this gentleman you are making a partner in the karate school," the attorney said. "You just met him, didn't you? Are you sure you want to commit such a large chunk of resources to him?"

"First of all, he's a police officer. Second, Master Kwan liked him, and I've worked out with him," Tommy said. "He appears to be a good man." He smiled. "Besides, it's possible he might eventually be related to me. He's dating my aunt."

Brothers smiled, nodded, and said, "I see. Well, then, why don't we get together again next week and finalize these arrangements? The paperwork will be done by then." He leaned forward, took something out of a folder on his desk, and handed it to Tommy.

Tommy took it and looked at it. It was a cashier's check in the amount of twenty thousand dollars. "What's this?" he asked.

"There are still a few loose ends to tie up until all of the funds are available," the lawyer said. "I thought you might like something to deposit in your checking account until we can make arrangements for the rest of the estate." He leaned back in his chair.

"Wow!" Tommy said. Until now, the money, even though he knew he was getting it, seemed unreal. Holding the huge check in his hand suddenly made it very real. "I-I guess I better stop at the bank."

"Wise idea," the attorney said.

Tommy left the lawyer's office, put half of the check in his savings account and used the rest to open a checking account. He left the bank feeling prosperous and drove to the dojo.

Only a few students were scheduled and most of them weren't very skilled, so Tommy didn't have as strenuous a workout as he'd had the day before with Bud Murtagh. He was getting ready to leave when an unmarked police car rolled to a stop in front of the dojo. Bud got out and walked inside.

"Thought I'd check if you were here," the big man said. "I needed to talk with you."

"Oh?" Tommy said.

"Yeah," Bud looked a little sheepish. "I talked with the Chief this morning. He wants to contract with you...us...to train guys in the department."

"Great," Tommy said. "You want to handle it?"

"You want me to?" Bud asked. "Maybe it would be better if you did, I mean, you are sensei now."

The fact that Bud looked at him as sensei really hit Tommy. The man was old enough to be his father! He shrugged. "Why don't you put together a program you think will work?" he suggested to his partner. "You know what the needs of the police are a lot better than I do."

"Yeah, OK," Bud said. "What should I charge?"

"Same rates Sensei used to," Tommy said.

"OK," Bud said, turned and started for his car, then stopped and turned back to face Tommy. "You know, your aunt's a neat lady." His face reddened a little.

"She is, isn't she?" Tommy replied, delighted by Bud's interest in his aunt. "I think she likes you."

Bud brightened. "Yeah?" he said. "Hey." He seemed not to know what to say. "I-I got to get going, you know, I, ah, I got work to do. Captain gets pissed if I goof off too much."

He and Tommy walked outside the dojo and the young man watched the officer slide behind the wheel of the car.

"See you later," Bud said through the open window then wheeled the car out into the street.

Tommy felt good. It looked like his aunt and Bud were going to be a couple. He liked that. It meant he wouldn't have to worry about taking care of Karen's sexual needs any more. He got in his car and headed for the Inn. He'd have to give Mr. Dreisbach his notice. He didn't want to, because it meant he wouldn't see Tina any more, but that was the way it had to be. If he was teaching classes at the dojo, he'd have all the work he could handle. And he wanted some time for a social life, too. Just once, he wanted to take Donna, or someone, out on a date. 



Summer Vacation Ch. 27



Mr. Dreisbach was sad, to hear that Tommy was leaving the inn, but he was understanding, too. "Your aunt was right. It is too much for one your age to be working two jobs and going to school," the inn's owner said after Tommy explained his situation, except for the vast amount of money he'd inherited. "This, what do you call it, dojo, it is a profitable business?"

Tommy nodded. "Master Kwan seems to have done all right," he said. "And I have a partner, a police officer. We've already got a contract to train police officers."

Mr. Dreisbach nodded knowingly. "Ah, that is good. We will be sorry not to have you here any more," he went on, "you are a good worker, Tommy. I wish you success in your new business."

"What's up?" Tina asked later in the evening. "I know I'm being nosy, but what were you and Mr. Dreisbach talking about?"

"I gave him my notice," Tommy said. "I'm getting done."

Tina paled and said, "Oh?"

"Yeah," Tommy went on, "Master Kwan left me the dojo, and I'm going to run it."

"Can you do that?" Tina asked.

Tommy nodded. "Sure, the students are already there - heck, there's a backlog - and the North Hampden Police Department just asked about signing us up to do training for them," he said.

"Us?" Tina asked.

"I have a partner," Tommy explained. "Another one of the students. He's a sergeant on the police department over there."

Tina frowned. "I'm going to miss having you here," she said, a little wistfully. "I'm...I'm going to miss our talks."

"Just because I'm not working here doesn't mean we can't be friends," Tommy said. An idea hit him. "Are you and Bobby doing anything Sunday?"

She shrugged and said, "I-I don't think so."

"Why don't I take the two of you to the amusement park?" he suggested. "I hear they have some neat new rides."

Tina smiled. "I'd like that," she said. "And I'm sure Bobby will."

Tommy wondered about Greg. How would he feel if Tina and Bobby spent Sunday with him? He almost asked her, but he decided not to. It was, after all, none of his business.

The Inn was extremely busy that night. Word had gotten out about how fine the food at the establishment was, which resulted in a noticeable increase in the number of patrons, especially Friday and Saturday nights.

Tommy and Tina were running all night. It was so busy, Mr. Dreisbach had to help. The fact that they were busy made the night go quickly, but it gave Tommy no time to talk with Tina.

When it was finally time to close, Tommy looked around. Usually Greg was here by now, pacing, wanting Tina to leave with him. "No Greg tonight?" he asked as they filled salt and pepper shakers.

"He had to go away for the weekend," she explained. "His company sent him to a management seminar in Syracuse."

"Want a ride home?" Tommy asked. "I've got the car."

"I'd love a ride," Tina said. " After the way we worked tonight, I'm not sure I have enough energy to walk home."

Once everything was ready, they left the inn, got in the car, and headed for Tina's place. Tommy thought someone was following him part of the way, but the lights eventually went away. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid," he thought, but didn't mention it to Tina.

"So you inherited the karate school from the man who you took lessons from?" Tina asked as they drove down the street. "That's incredible. He must have thought a lot of you."

"You don't know the half of it!" Tommy thought. "Sensei and I were close," he said. "I knew he didn't have any family, but I had no idea he was going to leave his stuff to me. I'll tell you, it was a shock to find out he had."

"I'll bet it was," Tina said. "You think you'll make money running the school? I don't know anything about that kind of stuff."

"I don't know that much about the business end of it," Tommy explained, "but Master Kwan had a good lawyer, and he's my lawyer now, so I should do OK."

"I think it's exciting," Tina said. They'd arrived at her apartment building and were sitting out in front. "I mean, getting a business and all."

"It is, sort of," Tommy admitted. "I'd just as soon Master Kwan still had it, though."

"Well, I guess I better get inside," Tina said. "Mrs. Dixon's going to be shocked that I'm home so early. See you tomorrow night."

"Yeah," Tommy said, "see you tomorrow." He watched until Tina was in her building, then put the car in gear and drove off. He thought someone was following him again as he drove toward his aunt's house, but nothing happened. He was starting to get paranoid and he couldn't figure out why.

The house was quiet when he let himself in. He saw a light under Kim's door when he walked down the hall. Aunt Karen's room was dark, though. He smiled. Must be Bud called her again.

He went in his room and stripped off everything but his underpants. He was walking from his closet to his bed when Kim came in. The young man gulped and stared. His cousin was wearing a lace camisole that buttoned up the front, and an equally lacy thong bikini.

"Hi," she said softly, her eyes agleam.

"Ah...hi," he replied, unable to take his eyes off her. She was one fantastic female! She kept grinning at him, a knowing look in her eyes. "Enjoy your date with Raymond last night?"

Kim shrugged. The motion did wonderful things with her breasts. "You know how it is," she replied. "Raymond was his usual self." She pushed the door shut and locked it. "He may have a body that doesn't quit, but he doesn't know what you do about making love..." Her voice grew soft and husky as she walked toward him.

Tommy pulled his cousin into his arms, his hands cupping the exposed globes of her luscious ass, pressing her against his cock, which had grown thick and hard in his underpants. He felt her warm skin against him and her lips opened to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. Fires of passion burst alive inside him as her shapely body ground against his.

"You spoiled me. Every time Raymond and I make love," she whispered when the kiss ended. Her hand slid inside his pants and cupped his rigid cock. "I wish it were you making love to me. Isn't that awful?"

"I guess so," Tommy said. He picked her up, turned, and laid her on the bed. Then he sat down next to her and began sliding his hands over her warm skin.

Kim purred with delight. "God! You have the neatest touch!" she cooed, her body beginning to undulate. "I don't know how you do it. You make me feel all mushy inside, just from touching me!" Once more her hand stole into his jockey shorts and massaged his cock. "In case you were worrying about Mom, I don't think you have to," the lovely lass murmured. "I think she's got a new boyfriend. A big, good-looking guy. She and he went out. From the way they were looking at each other, I don't think they'll be home soon."

Her hips rose off the bed when her cousin's fingers slid over her panty-clad pussy. "Yeah! Oh, Yeah! God! I need for you to touch me so bad!" Her legs clamped together, trapping Tommy's hand against her middle while her hips rose and fell. "Jeez, cousin! I'm so fucking hot I can't believe it!"

Tommy bent and began kissing his cousin's well-formed legs. The lush columns of flesh parted. "Yeah! Oh, Yeah!" Kim groaned. "Eat me! God! I love getting eaten!" She spread her legs to give him access to her excitement-sodden pussy.

Tommy leaned over her, pushed aside the thin band of silken material, and licked through the swollen, puffy lips of her cunt. Kim's back arched and she groaned, "Yeah! Yeah! Tom...Tommy! Eat me! Give me your tongue! Oh, yeah! Yeah!" She continued to twist and strain while her cousin's lips and tongue explored her tasty opening, licking, sucking, thrusting.

The wild movements of his cousin's hips and body soon had Tommy's face smeared with her juices. He grabbed hold of her ass and held on as he continued torturing her delightfully, judging from the wild sounds that issued from her mouth.

"Gonna come! Now! Now! Eeyahh! God! Too good! Ohh!" Kim wailed. Her body strained as passion exploded through it. Her legs clamped Tommy's head, keeping his mouth against her spasming, opening. He licked her greedily until her motions began to calm.

The minute his cousin's straining and bucking ceased, Tommy straightened up, stripped his underpants off, and laid atop her still-quivering body. Gripping his rock-hard shaft in his hand, he guided it to her opening and thrust into her.

"Yes!" Kim's eyes opened and her arms encircled his neck as his cock sank into her hot, wet nest. "Take me! Fuck me, Tommy! Make me come again! Give it to me!"

Ripples of delight swept through Tommy while his cock sank into his cousin's gorgeous body until their pubic bones were grinding.

"God! I can't believe how good it feels when you're in me!" Kim groaned. Her body strained against her cousin's as he pounded into her.

Tommy knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up long. It felt too good. His insides churned and roiled as his body prepared for an explosion of bliss.

"I-I-I can't wait! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Kim cried, her body stiffening, her hands raking his back. "I'm gonna come again! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Tommy! Take me! Oh, God! Take me!"

His cousin's cries and the frantic movements of her body were more than Tommy could take. "Gahh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" he cried as he exploded, experiencing sensations so exquisite they verged on pain. What seemed like a never-ending torrent of hot cream gushed from him. When, at last, he finished, he lowered himself atop his cousin's lush body, then rolled off her onto his side.

"You don't know how bad I needed that," Kim gasped. "God! Nobody else comes close to making me feel the way you do!" She rolled on her side. "What's the deal with this guy Mom's out with, anyhow?"

"His name's Bud Murtagh," Tommy said, "he's a police officer over in North Hampden. I introduced them."

Kim's gorgeous face showed surprise. "You did?" she said. "I didn't know you knew any cops."

"He and I work out at the same karate dojo," Tommy said. "He's going to be my partner."

"Wait a minute," Kim said. "A dojo is a karate school, right?"

Tommy nodded.

Kim looked shocked. "You...you give karate lessons?" she stammered.

Tommy nodded again.

"And this cop takes lessons at the same place?" she continued, sounding stunned.

Tommy nodded again.

"And he's going to be your partner? I must be stupid. I don't understand any of this," she said.

"Well..." Tommy said. He went on to explain everything; Master Kwan's death, the fact that he'd bequeathed his estate to Tommy, everything. By the time he finished, his cousin was wide-eyed.

"Jeezus! You? A millionaire! My little cousin's a millionaire! Holy Shit!" Kim gasped. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "What did your folks say?"

"They don't know yet," Tommy said. "They're so far back in the woods up there it takes mail forever to get in and out." "Look," he went on, "I don't want people to know about this. I mean, things could get weird if people knew I had all that money, you know?"

"Yeah, I-I guess so," Kim said softly. "Christ! I can't believe this! What are you going to do with all that money?"

"Well, your Mom doesn't know it, but I'm paying off her house," Tommy said, "and I'm setting up a trust fund so you can finish school and she won't have to worry."

Kim rolled back on her side and looked at him, surprised. "You...you'd do that for...for us?" she asked.

Tommy nodded. "Why not?" he said. "You guys have been good to me..." He caressed one of her breasts, making her shudder. "Really good."

"Oh, shit," Kim said, rolling atop him, "I think I owe you the best fuck you've ever had!" Her hands began moving over him. 



Summer Vacation Ch. 28



Kim turned Tommy every which way but loose before they finally went to sleep, but that didn't stop the young man from getting up early the next morning. He really didn't have any choice. He had a morning class at the dojo and couldn't be late, not if he was going to make the dojo pay. He got out of bed, showered, dressed and went out to the kitchen. He'd just finished a bowl of cereal when Aunt Karen appeared wearing her bathrobe, her face glowing.

The young man smiled at his aunt. "Good morning, Aunt Karen," he said. "Have a good time last night?"

Karen turned bright red and headed for the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee. Coffee in her hand, she walked to the table, sat down, and a dreamy smile formed on her face. "I had a wonderful time. Bud is a terrific guy," she said. "I...I didn't think there were any men like him my age."

"I'm glad," Tommy said. "I'm glad the two of you hit it off."

"I was surprised when I heard you down here," his aunt said. "You don't usually get up this early."

"I have an early class at the dojo," he explained. "I talked with Kim a little last night and told her about Master Kwan and my inheritance and all." "And we did a hell of a lot more than talk, too!" he thought. The memory of his cousin's lustful handling of him caused a stirring in his groin. "I asked her not to tell people about the money," he went on. "Maybe it would be good if you reminded her about that."

His aunt sipped her coffee and nodded. "I'll remind her when she shows up for breakfast," she said, "but it is a pretty fantastic secret. Have you heard from your parents?"

Tommy shook his head. "They may not have gotten my letter yet," he told her. "There's something else you ought to know," he went on. "I met with the lawyer yesterday and set up a trust fund for Kim's education. The money will come to you, and anything you don't need for college is yours."

"Tommy, you didn't have to do that," his aunt protested. "With what Dave gives me for support, I have plenty, and Kim's tuition is paid through the end of next year. I plan to ask him to finish paying for her college as a part of the divorce settlement."

"I know," Tommy said, "I want to do it. It's done, so you might as well just take it and not complain. I did something else, too."

"What now?" she asked.

"The house is going to be paid off," he said.

His aunt gave him an exasperated look. "Tommy!" she said, "What am I going to do about you?"

He smiled at her and said, "Nothing you can do. You'll get the checks from the trust fund whether you want them or not and you'll have the deed to the house, too."

His aunt leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You are a very special young man, do you know that?" she said softly.

Tommy felt his face get hot. That, plus the fact that his aunt's touch added to the things that were going on inside him, made him decide it was time to leave. Making love with her now would be like cheating on Bud, and he didn't want to do that. He pushed his chair back and got up. "I have to get going, Aunt Karen," he said. He put his dishes in the sink, gave his aunt a chaste kiss on the cheek, then left.

The morning class consisted of a group of housewives who were taking karate lessons to learn to defend themselves against possible attackers. Most of the women weren't as serious about karate as they should be, and several of them were in bad shape. Tommy had to keep things he was teaching them at the basic level. Some of them didn't seem to be able to remember what they'd learned from one class to the next. A few of the women were serious, though, and it surprised him how readily they accepted him as sensei.

"If Sandra ever gets attacked," he thought as he watched a particularly inept member of the class attempt a very simple move, "and tries to use karate, the only reason her attacker will be disabled will be from laughing."

It seemed to take forever, but the class finally ended and the women started heading for the showers.

One member of the class, a blonde lady named Clara Lerch, came up to Tommy while the other women headed for the showers. "Sensei?" she asked.

"What, Mrs. Lerch?" Tommy asked.

"I-I was wondering if you had time for some extra instruction this morning," the woman said. She had an open, friendly face, but wasn't particularly attractive. Tommy thought he remembered Master Kwan saying she was some kind of artist and that her wealthy older husband subsidized her interests in art and karate.

"I don't have any more classes right now," Tommy said. "At least not until late this afternoon. I suppose I could give you a few additional lessons right now, if that's OK."

"That's fine," his student said, smiling, "I could use some help on a few of the things you showed us this morning, if that's all right with you."

"Sure," Tommy said. "I don't see why not." Mrs. Lerch's request for extra help surprised him. He didn't think she was that interested in karate. He always had the feeling she was there because her friends were. "What moves did you have trouble with?"

"Well," she said, "there's the one where you showed us how to handle someone who grabs you from behind."

"OK," Tommy said, "let's try it and see how you do. I'll try to grab you and you react." He moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist. She reacted exactly the way he'd taught her and sent him spinning to the mat. He could have easily resisted and countered her move, but he felt she needed the confidence throwing him would give her. He jumped to his feet. "You did that just right, Mrs. Lerch," he said.

His student reddened a little. "You're just saying that," she murmured. "I-I couldn't do it when I was working with Clarise a few minutes ago."

"I bet I know what the problem is," Tommy said, "Your partner was resisting. I wasn't. In the real world, an attacker won't expect you to know what you're doing, so you'll have the element of surprise. In class, students usually try countermoves."

"Countermoves?" Mrs. Lerch said. She looked puzzled.

"I'll show you what I mean," Tommy said. He stepped behind her again. "I'm going to grab you again," he said. "Only this time, when you do your move, I'm going to counter it. You'll see what I mean."

He grabbed her exactly the same way he had before, and she did exactly the same thing. This time, however, Tommy shifted his weight as she tugged on his arm, used her strength against her and threw her to the mat.

"My goodness!" she exclaimed, looking up at him, her eyes wide. "I...you...what happened?"

"I used your move against you," Tommy explained. "Your strength and momentum did most of the work. All I did was apply the right leverage."

Mrs. Lerch got to her feet. She was wearing a custom-made pink canvass gi, and from the way various parts of her body moved, Tommy had an idea she had little or nothing on under it. Kwan always required his women students to wear sports bras to avoid the possibility of injury. The young man knew he should talk to Mrs. Lerch about doing that, but wasn't sure how to approach her on the somewhat personal topic.

"See you next week, sensei!" several of the other women chorused as they walked through the dojo, headed for the door.

"Don't be too hard on sensei, Clara," her partner Clarise said, grinning. "We need him healthy for next week."

He's being hard on me," Clara said, reddening. "He just tossed me on my butt."

"I'll call you later this afternoon," Clarise said, then she turned continued heading for the door. At the door she stopped and turned. "If you're still able to talk, that is." She opened the door and left.

"Now," Tommy said, "where were we?"

"You just showed me a counter move," the woman said. "Can you show me how you did it?"

"Sure," the young man replied. He went through the move he'd used in slow motion. When he finished he smiled at her. "You understand what I mean now?"

Mrs. Lerch nodded. "I think so," she replied. "It looks so simple."

"It is," he said. "Why don't you try it. Grab me from behind and let's see how it goes."

"But you're bigger than I am," Mrs. Lerch protested. Actually, Tommy out-weighed her by fifty or so pounds and stood a foot taller.

"It won't matter," he said. "The whole idea is to use my strength against me."

"OK," Mrs. Lerch said tentatively. She stepped behind him, then grabbed him. He went to throw her and she performed the counter-move, but she didn't quite get it right. Both of them lost their balance and wound up in a heap on the mat.

"I'm sorry," Mrs. Lerch, blushing furiously, said.

She pushed herself up off the young man, but not before the pressure of her body against his confirmed that she wasn't, in fact, wearing a bra. Her breasts were very firm, Tommy learned. The pressure of them against his arm caused stirring in his groin. It was lucky his gi was loose.

Tommy continued to work patiently with the woman for an hour. She wasn't a quick study and her coordination wasn't what it could have been, but she did seem to be trying. More than once they wound up in a heap on the mat, and every time they did, the young man found himself growing more stimulated. He was frustrated by his student's inability to grasp the concepts, but remained gentle and patient. Every time she goofed, he calmly explained what she'd done wrong and how to correct it. Then she'd goof again.


More than a little exasperated, Tommy decided to give it one last try, then call it a day if Mrs. Lerch didn't get it right. He planned to call Donna and see if she'd go out with him that evening. "Let's try one more time, Mrs. Lerch," he said. "I'll come up behind you and grab you."

"OK," Clara said.

Tommy moved behind her and grabbed her. Once again, he let her spin him around and down to the mat. Once again, she lost her balance and wound up on top of him.

"Ow!" she cried as she landed.

"Did you hurt yourself, Mrs. Lerch?" Tommy asked. This was something he never had to worry about when Master Kwan was alive. Sensei was very careful that his students didn't over-exert themselves. Actually, the young man wasn't sure how Mrs. Lerch got hurt. She was on top when they fell.

"I-I think I twisted my ankle," Clara said. She rolled off him and grabbed her right foot. "I-I don't think it's broken or anything. It...it just hurts."

Tommy got to his feet and offered her his hand. "Let's see if you can stand on it," he said.

The woman took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. The minute she put weight on her foot, she winced and sagged. Tommy put his arm around her to keep her from falling. Excitement churned in him. "I shouldn't have done this," he thought, as his insides roiled, "I never should have stayed alone with a female student." He lowered her to the mat and knelt next to her. "Let me take a look at that ankle," he said. "Sensei taught me some massage techniques that might help. Maybe it's a cramp." He took her foot in his hand and began massaging the ankle.

"That feels good," Clara murmured, leaning back on her arms. The movement thrust her breasts out against the fabric of her gi, presenting her young instructor with a very disconcerting sight. "You have magic hands, Sensei, it doesn't hurt nearly as much," she purred. "My...my calf is kind of sore, too."

Tommy, not sure he ought to be doing it, pushed the leg of her gi up and began massaging her calf. She sighed a little and smiled. "Yes, that's it, that feels a lot better," she murmured. "A lot better."

Touching the woman was having an effect on Tommy he didn't want it to. He knew it was a bad idea to be doing things with his students, even though it was starting to look like this one wanted him to.

Clara leaned forward and put her hand on his thigh. "I'm feeling much better now, Sensei," she said, her voice low. She was been thrilled when the young man announced he was taking over as instructor. She'd had her eye on him ever since the first time he helped Master Kwan with her class and now she was pretty sure she had him right where she wanted him - alone in the gym.

Tommy wasn't sure what to do. He had a raging hard-on and didn't want to stand up. If he did, his erection would be very noticeable. He wanted Mrs. Lerch to leave, but it didn't look like she was going to. Her hand began stroking his leg.

"You are a very good teacher," she purred, her face red. "You're so patient. It's unusual for someone your age to be so patient, you know." She could see the confusion in the young man's eyes and was thrilled. It looked as if he was responding to her touch.

"Ah...yeah, I-I guess so," Tommy stammered. How was he going to get out of this predicament he'd gotten himself into?

"I think it's nicer having a young instructor," she continued, her hand still moving over his leg. Then it brushed against his rigid cock. "My...my goodness!" she exclaimed. Clara's heart was pounding. He had a hard-on! A huge one! Electricity raced up her arm.

Tommy felt himself losing control. If Mrs. Lerch kept this up, he was going to do something he shouldn't do. He tried to think of some way out of the fix he found himself in. If only Bud would show up... Then she gripped his cock and passion began taking over.

"You...you're so big!" she whispered, her hand clutching at him. "I-I had no...idea!" She'd fantasized about him, but never realized he'd be as big as he felt! Weakness raced through her. She'd never held a cock as big as his before!

Tommy was too aroused to stop now. If she wanted him, he'd give her what she was asking for. He brushed his hand over one of her swollen breasts, finding it incredibly firm, the nipple hard. She gasped and shuddered. Growing bolder, he slid his hand inside the top of her gi and cupped one swollen globe.

Clara was thrilled by what the young man was doing. "Yes!" she groaned, "Touch my boobs! Yes! Touch my boobs!" This was going exactly as she hoped it would!

Tommy jumped to his feet, leaving his student sitting on the mat with a startled look on her face. He walked to the front door, locked it, then he turned to Mrs. Lerch, who was gazing at him with wide eyes. "Let's go to the office," he said, his voice tight and raspy. He walked to where she sat and reached out his hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. She moved against him and kissed him, her arms sliding around his waist, pressing her body against his.

"I want you, Sensei," she whispered when the kiss ended. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you!" Need boiled in the woman. The young man was going to fuck her! And she knew he'd be good!

"The...the office," Tommy stammered. Extremely excited, he didn't care if it was wrong or not, he was going to give her exactly what she wanted!

"Of course," Clara replied. She started toward the office.

Tommy followed the woman into the small office which was furnished with a couple of chairs, a futon and small table which served as a desk. The minute they were inside the office he walked up behind Mrs. Lerch, pulled her against him, and felt her firm ass press against his swollen cock. He pushed the top of her gi open and cupped her breasts. She crooned with joy and wriggled her ass against him.

Unbelievable thrills were sweeping through Clara while the young man caressed her breasts. "You have soft hands, Sensei," she murmured as he massaged her incredibly firm mammaries. Her bottom continued moving, massaging his throbbing pole. Thrills boiled in her. He touched her breasts better than they'd ever been touched.

Tommy released the woman's breasts and stripped her uniform top off. She turned to face him and he gaped. Mrs. Lerch had the wildest breasts he'd ever seen! They were conical, jutting proudly from her chest, the nipples pointed away from each other. They might not be classically beautiful, perhaps, but with their huge protruding nipples they were fascinating.

Clara saw the way the young man was staring at her breasts and cupped them in her hands. "Do you like my boobs?" she whispered, massaging the nipples with her thumbs.

Tommy gulped and nodded.

"You can kiss them," she said.

Tommy moved to her and began doing just that.

When the young man's mouth engulfed a turgid nipple and he began to suckle it, Clara clutched his head and a shudder went through her. "God! Oh, God!" she groaned, pressing him tighter against her. "That's heavenly! Oh...Yes!"

Tommy continued his oral adoration of his student's breasts for some time, moving from one to the other, hearing her growing cries of delight, feeling her body tremble more and more as need built in her.

"Got...to...sit...down," Clara stammered, "My...my legs...are...are too...wobbly." She backed to the futon and sagged onto it. She couldn't believe it. The young man was an even better lover than she expected him to be! No man had ever sucked her breasts as wonderfully as he did!

Tommy followed her to the futon and went back to doing what he'd been doing. He couldn't get enough of those incredible breasts! While his lips tortured one rigid nipple, his hands massaged the surrounding firm flesh. Mrs. Lerch continued moaning and writhing, clutching him against her.

"Never! Oh, God! Never!" Clara groaned, "Nobody's ever played with my breasts the way you do! It feels so wonderful!"

Tommy couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could her husband not appreciate these wonderful playthings? The man had to be crazy!

"Oh, my God! My God! My God!" Clara shrieked suddenly, her body stiffening, an incredibly powerful shudder going through it. "Suck them suck them suck them! Don't stop! Don't stop! My God! My God! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Oh, my God! Yeah! Suck suck suck suck suck suck suck!"

Tommy was stunned when he realized Mrs. Lerch was coming from having her breasts sucked! Wild with lust, he tore his gi off, then he pulled off her pants and moved between her legs. Her pussy, sodden with fluids of excitement, winked at him. Mrs. Lerch lay on the futon, eyes closed, her chest rising and falling, hips undulating gently, as she enjoyed the after-glow of her orgasm. Gripping his rigid prong in his hand, the lust-crazed young man centered it on her slippery opening, then drove into her.

Clara's eyes popped open wide and her chin dropped when the instructor's cock plunged into her. He was fucking her! His cock felt huge, just like she knew it would! "Oh! Yes!" she cried, her hands clutching his arms. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Ye, fuck me fuck me!" Her hips rose, pressing against him.

Tommy was out of control. He wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to! There was no love, no caring, just wild, uncontrollable need! Grunting, he slammed against her, his cock riding easily in and out of her clutching opening.

"Yes! Yes! Harder! Give me your big cock! Give me your big cock!" Clara cried, her motions growing frantic. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Harder! Harder!"

Tommy could do nothing else. Like a pile-driver out of control, he plunged into her and Mrs. Lerch responded, slamming up against him wildly.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck! Gimmee! Gimmee! Now! Now! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck me! Now! Now! Now! Now!" Clara cried, her body a frenzy of motion, straining frantically against the young man's.

"Uhhh!" Tommy roared and exploded gob after gob of hot, white, sticky cream into her. Spent, he collapsed atop her and felt her firm breasts, nipples still rock-hard, pressing into his chest.

Eventually their senses returned and they disengaged. They sat next to each other on the futon, naked, but not touching, trying to get their bodies back into some semblance of normalcy.

"You're incredible!" Clara said, her voice hoarse and low. "I've never felt anything like that! It...it was pure animal lust! God! You are magnificent!"

Tommy felt his face get hot. He felt used, somehow, as if she and he had no connection other than overwhelming need.




Summer Vacation Ch. 28



Finally, Clara stood up. "I-I have to get going," she said softly. She felt embarrassed now that things had calmed. "I-I have to meet Clarise for...for lunch." She turned and walked toward the shower area.

Tommy heard the shower start, then he got up and slipped his clothes back on. He went to the desk and sagged into the chair. "What now, sensei?" he thought, wishing fervently Master Kwan was here to offer guidance. "How do I get myself into these messes?"


Mrs. Lerch emerged from the locker room fully dressed, smiled at him, and left without saying anything. Tommy waited until she was out of the building, then locked up, took his own shower, and got dressed for work at the Inn. He ought to let Bud take the morning women's class, that's what he ought to do. Maybe Bud could resist the women's advances than he did.



Summer Vacation Ch. 29



On the way home from the dojo, Tommy passed the car dealership where he'd seen the 4 X 4 pickup. He had quite a bit of time before he needed to be at work, so he pulled into the lot, parked his parents' car, and walked over to the truck. It was bright red, had jacked-up suspension and huge tires, an extended cab, even a chrome roll bar with lights on it in the bed.

After a couple of minutes a portly, balding salesman appeared. The man wore glasses and a plaid suit. "Like that baby, son?" he asked.

"It looks nice," Tommy said, "I noticed it when I was driving by the other day.

"That's one of our best units," the man said. "This baby has all the extras. Off-road kit, five-speed, tape deck, special off-road tires, winch, even air-conditioning." He patted the truck's shiny side. "She's quite a rig. Lot of people been checking this baby out, I'll tell you. You want it, you're gonna have to move quick or it'll be gone."

"How much is it?" Tommy asked. He knew the salesman was trying to put pressure on him. He'd seen the truck sitting in the same spot for several weeks. If a lot of people had been stopping, none of them were buying.

The salesman glanced in the direction of the car Tommy arrived in. "Planning on trading that?" he asked.

"No," Tommy said. "The car belongs to my parents."

The man scratched his head and tried to look as if he were thinking. He wasn't good at it. "Tell you what," he said finally, "I think I can convince the boss to let it go for just under fifteen."

"It isn't new," Tommy said, "isn't that a little high?"

The salesman frowned. "She's only got nine thousand miles on her," he said. "Never been off the road. Heck, it's better than new, really. You won't have any depreciation." He put his smile back on. "Why don't you come on down to my office? We can see about arranging financing, and I'll see what I can do with the boss about the price. I'm sure we can knock something off, make it more reasonable, you know?"

"I won't need financing," Tommy said. "If I buy it, I'll pay cash."

The salesman's eyes widened. "...cash? I..." he stammered.

"Is cash OK?" Tommy asked innocently.

"...yeah, sure...sure it is," the man stammered.

"Since it's used, I think ten thousand's fair," Tommy said. He smiled at the man. "Don't you?"

The man scratched his head again and looked aggrieved. "I don't know," he said, looking pained. "I mean, we got to make something, you know."

Tommy turned and started for the car.

"Where you going?" the salesman asked.

"To the dealership down the street," Tommy replied over his shoulder. "If I'm going to pay fifteen thousand, I might as well have a new truck, don't you think?" He reached the car and got in.

 The man followed him to the car and gestured for Tommy to roll the window down. "Ah...you really got enough money to pay cash, kid?" he asked.

Tommy nodded. "You can call my lawyer and check," he said.

"OK," the portly salesman said, "you said ten, right?"

Tommy nodded. "Anything over that, I'm going for new," he said.

The man was red-faced and sweaty. "How soon you want it?" he asked. "I gotta talk to the boss. Maybe, since you're paying cash, I can talk him down to ten. It ain't gonna be easy, but I'll give it a shot.

"How long will it take?" Tommy asked. He felt good about the way things had turned out. He'd bested a used car salesman the first time he bought a vehicle.

"Come back this afternoon," the salesman said. "I can let you know then."

Tommy looked at his watch. "I have to be to work at three," he said. "Its one now. I'll get a cashier's check and come back in an hour."

"Ah, sure, why not?" the man said. "See you in an hour."

Tommy headed for the lawyer's office. Attorney Brothers was red-faced with mirth after the young man finished relating his dickering session with the car salesman. "You know, young man, you are going to do all right if you conduct all your business that adroitly," the lawyer said. "I'll call the bank and have them issue a cashier's check for the amount you need. What about insurance and registration?"

Tommy gave him the name of his parents' insurance agent. Attorney Brothers said he'd call the agent and assure him of payment. All Tommy had to do was give the agent the information about the truck once he had it.

After leaving the lawyer's office, Tommy drove to the bank, then dropped the car off at Karen's and walked to the car lot. The salesman was out, talking with a young couple. When he saw Tommy, he excused himself and hurried over. "I had a helluva time," he said, "but I got the boss to go along with your deal. You got the money?"

"I do," Tommy said. "Why don't we finish the paperwork? I have to get to work."

"Ah, sure, let's go in my office," the man said.

 A little under an hour later, Tommy climbed into his truck, put the key in the ignition, and fired it up. It sounded good. He put it in gear and pulled out of the lot.

The salesman had gone back to other customers and didn't even look when the truck left the lot. Tommy had the impression the salesman wasn't happy about the way he had treated him, but that was too bad.

Tina was just arriving at the Inn when Tommy pulled up. She waited while he parked the truck. "What's that?" she asked, nodding in the direction of the truck.

"My new truck," Tommy replied. "I just got it."

"It's nice," Tina said. "Pretty fancy."

"If you treat me nice, I'll give you a ride," Tommy replied, smiling.

"I might take you up on that," Tina answered, grinning back at him.

Tina made such a fuss about the new truck that Tommy had to show it to Mr. and Mrs. Dreisbach, who also fussed about it. The young man was a little embarrassed by their effusive praise.

The Inn was busy, which made the evening go quickly. Soon it was time to close.

"Is Greg still away?" Tommy asked Tina as they filled salt and pepper shakers.

"He won't be back until Monday," she replied.

"Then you need a ride home," he said.

She smiled at him and said, "I guess I do."

They left the inn, climbed into the truck, and headed down the street.

"This is impressive," Tina commented as they drove toward her apartment building. "Am I wrong, or does it even have air conditioning?"

"It has everything," Tommy said. "I picked it up on my way to work, so I haven't had a chance to find out what everything does."

"The radio sounds good," Tina said.

"It does, doesn't it?" Tommy agreed. "I think there are six or eight speakers in here somewhere."

Tina looked behind the front seats, at the small jump seats behind them. "I like the cab," she said. "Lots of room."

"I got it because I needed a place for Bobby to sit when we go to the amusement park," Tommy said.

Tina laughed. "Yeah, sure!" she said. "You want me to believe you bought this just so Bobby would have a place to sit?"

"I did," Tommy said. "Of course, there were other reasons, too." He had an idea. "We got out early. Want to go for a little ride?"

"Why not? Tina said.

Tommy headed on out of town. That Tina was willing to go for a ride with him made him feel good, even though he knew it probably didn't mean anything other than that she liked being with him. Like a little brother.

"How are things between you and Greg?" he asked.

"OK, I guess," she said. "Bobby still isn't warming up to him, though. I don't understand it. Greg tries hard to be nice to Bobby. He brings him gifts, but Bobby doesn't thank him, or even play with the stuff.

"You know," Tommy ventured, "People say kids and dogs can tell if someone's OK or not."

"Tommy, that's not nice," Tina responded. "Greg's a very nice person. I mean, he's thoughtful and gentle, and..."

"I'm sorry," Tommy said. He didn't want to upset her. "I was just teasing. Bobby will come around. Give him a little time."

Tina sighed. "I hope so," she said.

There was a twenty-four hour convenience store just ahead. "Want a soda?" Tommy asked.

"Sure. Diet, though. I have to watch my weight," Tina told him.

Tommy pulled into the parking lot of the store, got out of the truck, and walked inside. When he did, he saw a car pull to the side of the road a little way back. There had been lights following them earlier, but he hadn't been paying attention. He'd been more interested in making the most of the time he had alone with Tina.

"Have you heard from your ex lately?" he asked when he got back in the truck. He handed Tina her soda.

"You know, I haven't," she said. "Actually, I'd been wondering about it. It's been so long since he left me alone I guess I've just been trying to enjoy it and not think about it. What made you ask?"

"No reason," Tommy said, "I just wondered." He was more careful about watching behind him after seeing the car. The lights were still there, a distance back, but constantly behind them. He knew it was the same car, because one of the parking lights was out. He drove along country roads, some of which weren't that heavily traveled. He knew the area well, and since the truck was four wheel drive, he thought of a way to see if the car really was following them.

"Want to try some four-wheeling?" he asked Tina as they approached a rugged side road.

Tina smiled and shrugged. "Why not?" she said. "it's your truck."

Tommy turned off the highway onto the side road. The road was fairly good near the highway, but turned into a rutted, rugged trail after a mile or so. He shifted the truck into all-wheel drive and kept going, bouncing wildly on the rough road. He flipped a switch under the dash and the row of lights above the cab came on, lighting the way ahead with daylight brilliance.

"Wow!" Tina exclaimed. "Those lights are bright!"

"Yeah, they sure are," Tommy agreed as he guided the truck through the ruts carefully. "They're really nice for this kind of thing. I'm not sure I'd be able to see where I was going with just the regular headlights." He checked the mirrors. There were no lights behind him any more. He smiled.

"You sure this won't hurt your truck?" Tina asked as they twisted and jolted over the rugged road, being thrown against their seat belts.

"This is the kind of thing this truck is meant for," he said. "And it seems to be working pretty well.

"Actually, this is neat," Tina commented as they crested a hill and started down the other side. The road began smoothing out.

"It is, isn't it?" Tommy agreed. "We'll have to bring Bobby along next time.

"You really like him, don't you?" Tina asked. "He likes you, too. All he does is talk about the day we went to the park. When I told him you were taking us to the amusement park, I thought he was going to explode he was so excited."

"He's a really neat kid," Tommy said. "I like him a lot."

"You are unusual, you know that?" Tina said, looking at him with more than a little interest. "Most single guys have a problem with kids who aren't theirs."

"Aw shucks," Tommy said. He turned onto the main road, switched off the driving lights, and put the truck back in two wheel drive, then started back toward town. Fifteen minutes later, he dropped Tina off at her apartment, then headed for Aunt Karen's house.

He smiled when he saw Bud's car parked in front of the garage, and noticed that the house was dark. Apparently Bud and his aunt were getting along very well. He liked that a lot. He parked the truck behind his folks' car, got out, and went into the house.

As he undressed, he realized he hadn't called Donna, but given the fact he'd had such a nice evening with Tina, that really didn't matter. "Most single guys," Tina had said, "not single guys your age." He allowed himself a little hopefulness. The fact that Bobby didn't like Greg didn't upset him, either, even though Tina's stalwart defense of the man did. As far as Tommy was concerned, the guy was still a jerk.

He slid into bed, pulled the covers over himself, and went to sleep. 




Summer Vacation Ch. 2



Between crying at him to fuck me and him telling me to fuck his dick, I yelled at him, "SQUEEZE MY TITS, DADDY. HARDER."

And then I was babbling as I felt my orgasm climb all over me, "FUCK ME. UHNNNGGGG. HARDER. UHNNNGGGG. FASTER. UHNNNGGGG."

Daddy grabbed my legs and pulled them over his butt. I locked them together and pushed up onto his dick now with growing need. I was hungry, needy. Every stroke was brutal with him slamming into me, but me meeting him halfway. My butt was off the bed and I pushed and thrashed, and grunted and screamed. Daddy kissed me roughly, his tongue slapping into my mouth. And at that moment, I went over. I broke away from his lips, and climbed onto his pelvis. I screamed louder than before, "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD, I'M CUMMMMINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG." I shuddered, and my contracted and convulsed. That triggered Daddy's orgasm, and he cried out.

"I'M CUMMING, DARCY. CUMMINNNNNGGGGGG...."

He tried to pull his dick out, but I kept my legs locked around him. I wanted to feel his spray on the walls of my pussy. "Inside, Daddy. Don't pull out," I whimpered.

His dick spit and spurt for the third time that night. My pussy was overflowing with his sperm, and I could feel it dribbling out.

We lay locked together until Daddy's dick softened and fell out. It was so dreamy. I wondered if what we had done was really so bad, and I asked him, "Were you a bad daddy for doing this with me?"

I waited for his answer.

I felt my pussy tingle anew and I knew that life would forever be different when I heard him whisper in my ear, "No Darcy. It will be bad only if Daddy DOESN'T do this with you anymore...."



Summer Vacation Ch. 30



When Tommy walked into the kitchen the next morning, he found Bud sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. Aunt Karen, looking flustered, was at the stove. Kim, grinning like a Cheshire cat, was sitting at the table with Bud.

"Morning, boss," Bud said, smiling broadly.

"Morning," Tommy replied, sitting down.

"Ah...Tommy," Aunt Karen said, "there's a strange truck in the driveway. Do...do you know anything about it?"

"I bought it yesterday," the young man said.

His aunt turned, her mouth open. "Wha...you did?" she stammered.

"I thought it would be nice if I had my own vehicle," he said.

"I saw it. It's really far-out," Kim said. "You going to go four-wheeling in it?"

"I already have," Tommy said.

"The chief said the price I quoted him is fine," Bud said. "We start training September 1."

"Good," Tommy said. "We'll do it evenings or after school, though. Remember, I'm in school in September."

"If I had your money, I'd quit school," Kim said, drawing a dirty look from her mother and a startled look from Bud.

"Kimberly!" Karen said and gave her daughter a stern look.

"Am I missing something?" Bud asked.

"Well, since you're almost family," Tommy said, "I might as well let you in on it."

"Let me in on what?" Bud asked. His mouth dropped open when Tommy explained how much money he'd been left by Lee Kwan.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Bud said slowly when the teenager finished his story. "I had no idea Sensei was worth that much money. You'd have never known it from the way he lived."

"That's for sure," Tommy said. "He lived in that little apartment over the dojo, and never owned a car. I'll tell you, when I found out, it blew me away."

"Yeah, well, it tells me something about you, kid, that you plan on staying in school," Bud said. "Lot of guys wouldn't. If I'd had something like that happen to me when I was your age, I might have quit."

"Talking about quitting," Tommy said, "You could quit the force and go to work for me full-time."

Bud shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "I got nineteen years in. One more and I qualify for my pension. You make me the same offer in a year, I might take you up on it."

"I'll make it and I'm counting on you taking it," Tommy said.

Bud stood up. "I got to get going," he said. "I got follow-ups to do on some cases." He walked over, put his arms around Karen and gave her a kiss, which she returned.

"See you later, babe," he said, then headed for the door.

"I have to get going, too," Kim said, standing up and heading for the door. "I told Maggie I'd be in early this morning. We got in a shipment of some really neat new stuff that I'm going to help unpack. Who knows, maybe I'll find something I like?" Then she, too, was gone, leaving Tommy and his aunt alone.

His aunt looked at him and reddened a little. "Ah, about Bud..." she said softly, "it, you know, got kind of late last night, and, well..."

"Hey, I'm glad you and Bud are hitting it off," Tommy said. "He's a neat guy and you're a neat lady. Couldn't find a better couple if you looked."

Karen smiled at him and sat down. Her look turned serious. "I-I've been thinking about...you know...about us," she said. She had been wanting to talk with Tommy. Now that her relationship with Bud seemed to be going somewhere, she felt even guiltier about what she and her nephew had been doing, but she had also been worried that Tommy might be jealous of Bud.

"What about us?" Tommy asked.

"Well, what we did..." Karen said. She paused, "I-I don't know what Bud would think if he knew..."

"Don't worry, Aunt Karen, I'm not going to tell him," Tommy said. "I want you guys to be happy. As far as I'm concerned, what happened between you and me was wonderful, it's over now, and nobody needs to know. Ever."

Karen smiled, leaned over, and kissed her nephew on the cheek. "Not only are you wonderful," she said, "you're sweet and wise, too." She sat back. "I'll miss what we had, a little." She winked at him. "You were the best ever for me."

Tommy felt his face get hot. He stammered, "Ah...well, I...ah, I got to get going." He got up and headed for the living room, and phoned Donna. She said she'd love to go for a ride in his new truck. He told her that they might go swimming and she said she thought that was a great idea, too. They agreed to meet at the mall.

As he drove toward the mall, Tommy tried to think of some place he could take Donna where there wouldn't be other people around. Then it came to him. He and his father once stumbled onto a pond deep in the woods when they were doing research on the local bear population. There was a road to the pond, but it was primitive. His truck should be able to make it, though.

He pulled into a small store and bought things for a picnic lunch, then he continued on to the mall. Donna was waiting on a bench just outside the entrance. She smiled and got up when Tommy stopped.

Tommy gazed at the slim blonde approvingly as she walked toward the truck. She was wearing form-fitting acid washed denim shorts and a black top that displayed a lot of flesh and had string ties down each side. It wasn't until she slid into the truck that he realized that what he thought was her top was probably her swimming suit.

Donna smiled at him. "Hi," she said. "I love the truck. Is this the one you talked about the other night?"

Tommy started off. "Yeah, it is," he said. "I decided I might as well go for it."

"This truck is pretty fancy," the girl commented. "Wasn't it expensive?"

"Actually, it wasn't too bad," Tommy replied. "It's a year old and I got a good deal."

While Tommy drove out of town and into the country, Donna put a tape in the tape player and leaned back in the seat. "Oh, wow!" she said, "This thing has a fantastic sound system."

"Yeah," Tommy agreed. "Good as I've heard."

Donna looked around when he turned onto a country road. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"I thought I'd take you to a spot my father showed me," Tommy said. "I brought some stuff along for a picnic. I get to exercise the truck, too."

"Sounds neat," Donna said and gave him a big smile.

He missed the entrance to the logging road, and had to back up. He started in. The road was a lot more overgrown than it had been when he'd last been there, but it wasn't bad.

"How far back is this place we're going to?" Donna asked as they crawled up a hill on the rugged road.

"About a mile or two, if I remember correctly," Tommy answered. The pond, if it was the same as it had been the last time he was there, was surrounded by a forest meadow and filled with clear water. It would be a perfect place for an afternoon with a beautiful girl. "Maybe I can get Donna to go skinny-dipping," he thought, then felt his face get hot.

"Tom, you're blushing!" his companion exclaimed. "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah...well...not...nothing, really," Tommy stammered. The spot he was seeking appeared as he rounded a corner. He pulled the truck off the road and shut the engine off.

"This is fantastic!" Donna exclaimed. "This is so neat! How did you find it?"

"My dad and I were up here last fall, doing a study on the local bear population," Tommy explained.

"Your father studies bears?" Donna asked. She sounded surprised. "I've never known anyone who does something like that."

"My dad's a game biologist," Tommy said, "and he specializes in bears. That's why he's in Alaska. He's doing a study on Kodiak bears."

"Aren't they those huge bears?" his companion asked.

Tommy nodded. "They're the biggest bears in North America," he said.

"Isn't it dangerous to go around in the woods looking for bears?" Donna asked.

"Not if you're careful," Tommy said. "Bears are more scared of us than we are of them. Given the chance, they'll take off rather than confront man. The only time you have to worry is if you get between a mother and her cubs. They can be real ugly then. Grizzlies can be unpredictable, but Dad's never done much work with them." His father had been talking about going to Yellowstone Park to study grizzlies, but his mother had been adamant that wasn't going to happen.

"I want to go swimming," Donna said and got out of the truck.

Tommy got, too, and they walked to the pond. Donna bent and stripped off her shorts. Her black swimsuit accented her pale skin, and displayed her lean form well. The young man slipped out of his T-shirt and pants and headed for the pond. He splashed into the water and found it quite cold. The pond was probably fed by a spring. "Come on in, Donna," he said, "water's fine."

Donna raced in, her slim legs flashing, then she began jumping up and down and hugging herself. "It's cold!" she exclaimed. "God!"

Tommy, whose body had adjusted to the cold water, splashed her. "Got to get wet," he said, "cold won't bother you so much, then."

"I'll give you get wet," Donna laughed and started toward him.

Tommy tried backing up, but he lost his balance on the slippery bottom and fell. As he went into the water, Donna's slim form came down on him, her warm flesh brushing his. They struggled under water for a while, and Tommy had the chance to touch various parts of the young woman's anatomy, then they surfaced, sputtering.

"You're right," Donna said, "once you're wet, it isn't so cold." She turned, knifed into the water, and began swimming fluidly toward the center of the pond. Tommy followed her. They swam for a while, then headed back to shore.

"Swimming in cold water makes you feel good, doesn't it?" Donna said when they finally walked onto the shore of the pond.

"Yeah," Tommy agreed. "You want to eat?"

"What did you get?" she asked.

The young man grinned and said, "You'll have to wait and see." He went to the truck, got out a blanket he'd put in at home, and the food. They spread the blanket on a level spot under some trees and sat down to eat.

Tommy liked Donna, and being with her was a lot of fun. But not as much fun as being with Tina. That bothered him, especially since the slender blonde seemed to like being with him a lot. Relationships were a pain in the neck. First he didn't have anybody, then he was screwing relatives, now he had a gorgeous girl who really seemed to like him. But he wanted someone else, who barely knew he was alive. Was life ever easy?

"Earth to Tommy," Donna said.

"What?" Tommy replied. He looked at her.

"I asked you if you wanted to swim some more," Donna said.

"Ah...sure, why not?" Tommy replied. He stood up and so did she.

"This was really neat," Donna said softly, looking into his eyes. "I've never been on a nicer picnic."

Tommy stepped toward her and she moved closer to him. Then their lips were touching. Their arms slid around their young bodies, which pressed together as their tongues probed and lashed. Fire flashed through Tommy and, from the way Donna was moving against him and cooing, he had a feeling it was doing the same in her.

They sank to their knees on the blanket. Tommy's hand found the knot on the string that held the side of Donna's suit closed, and opened it. He managed to get the suit open and his hand slid under it, onto a bare breast.

"God!" she moaned, "I love it when you touch me!" Her hands slid into his swimsuit and grasped his cock, which had begun to strain and swell.

Shuddering with delight, Tommy managed to get Donna's swimsuit off, then he laid her on the blanket and his hands began gliding over her smooth, pale skin. At the same time, his lips moved to her straining nipples. She groaned and her back arched, pressing her breasts into his mouth.

"Uh! Yes! Oh, Tom! Tom!" she mewled. Her body strained and twisted as his hands slid over it.

Tommy was determined to make their loving it memorable and took his time. Gently, keeping his touch as light as he could make it, he explored her fine form, bringing loud cries of joy from the nubile girl. His fingers teased her cunt, evoking gasps of ecstasy. Then he brushed her clit, and her gasps turned to wails and her body twisted and strained. He moved between her out-stretched legs and began kissing her startlingly flat belly.

"Oh! Oh! Tom! Tom!" Donna babbled, her motions becoming more and more frenzied. "Uhh!" she grunted when he thrust a finger into her snug pussy. Her hips were in constant motion and her head was rolling from side to side.

He kissed through her sparse pubic hair, then lashed her clit with his tongue while his finger continued delving into her. Her body arched and she went wild.

"Ah! Uh! Oooo! Uh! Tom! Uhh! Ohh!" she groaned. Her movements grew frenzied as orgasm swept through her.

Donna finally relaxed, and when she did, Tommy, who had shed his swim trunks, moved between her legs and plunged his rock-hard cock into her.

"Oh!" his companion murmured, her eyes opening. "God! Yes! Give it to me! Yes! Oh, Tom! Oh, Tom! Oh, Tom!"

Holding himself up on outstretched arms, Tommy drove into her slim form, his hips slamming her against the ground, his cock penetrating deep into her. The force of his thrusts made her body quake and her erect nipples drew circles in the air as her breasts jiggled. She was so tight, so hot! "Gonna come! Oh, Jeez! I'm gonna come!" Tommy groaned as his explosion neared. "Ah! Donna!" he cried. His come spewed from him in powerful spurts, bathing her insides with moist heat.

"Tom! Oh, Tom! Oh! Oh! So hot! I...I...I can feel you coming! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Tom! Tom! Eeyahh! Again! I'm coming again! Eeahh!" Donna cried. Her body went wild, her hips straining, her pubic bone grinding against his, as enjoyment suffused her.

Spent, they lay in each other's arms in the warm sunlight. They were sated for now and were enjoying the contact of their warm, nude flesh.

"You are incredible!" Donna murmured. "God! You always make me feel so good!"

"You make me feel pretty good, too," Tommy said. He looked over her shoulder and saw a deer emerge from the woods and head for the to the pond. "Look. Over there..."

Donna turned and looked. "A deer!" she whispered. "Oh, Tom, this is so neat!"

"It would be nice if Tina could see this," Tommy thought and immediately felt guilty. He shouldn't be thinking about Tina, not when he'd just made love with Donna. They lay there, watching the deer drink. It had no antlers, so he assumed it was a doe. His assumption was proved correct when, a few minutes later, two smaller deer emerged from the underbrush.

"Look, there are more of them," Donna whispered, snuggling her firm ass against Tommy.

"Those are her fawns," he said.

The young deer walked cautiously to the lake and began drinking while their mother looked around carefully. When all three of them had drunk their fill, they disappeared back into the woods, their raised white tails flashing.

"That was fantastic!" Donna whispered. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"Want to go back in the water?" Tommy asked. The pressure of her snug bottom against his cock was having a decidedly invigorating effect.

"Sure," Donna said. She jumped to her feet and, beautifully nude, headed for the pond.

Tommy watched his companion run toward the pond, marveling how pretty she was. Then he got to his feet and followed. Donna was half-way to the center of the pond before he reached the water. He launched into a shallow dive and came up swimming.

In the middle of the pond he caught her, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her naked body against his. She squirmed, then turned in his arms and kissed him as they floated in the chilly water. They found out that kissing in water where you can't stand isn't the easiest thing in the world, so they made their way back toward shore.

"Today has really been neat," Donna said, putting her arms around him and pressing herself against him.

In spite of the coolness of the water, Tommy's body was reacting to having Donna's pressed against it.

Donna felt his reaction and her eyes widened. "My God, Tom!" she whispered, gripping his growing cock in her dainty hand. "You're hard again!"

"Uh-huh," Tommy gasped. Her touch made it hard for him to talk. "It's a problem I have when I'm around you." He cupped a petite breasts, thumbed the nipple and felt her shudder.

"Uh, I have the same problem," she admitted. "God, you turn me on! Come on, let's go back to shore!" She tugged on his cock.

Tommy smiled. "Why don't we do it here?" he said.

Donna looked puzzled. "Here? How..." she stammered. She gasped when his hand slid between her legs and rubbed her clit.

"Let yourself float on your back," Tommy said.

Donna lay back, floating, and Tommy moved between her lean, lovely legs. The water was just deep enough so she was at the right height. He slid the tip of his cock between her swollen, puffy vaginal lips.

"Oh! God!" she moaned, "Maybe...uh!...maybe we can do it here!"

Tommy slid his erection into her a little way, then he grasped her hips and pulled her all the way onto him. The situation was terribly stimulating. He began thrusting steadily, his cock riding easily in her well-lubricated channel.

"Yes! Oh, yes! More! Give me more! Please! Please!" Donna cried, her arms flailing, roiling the water, as he plunged into her. "Eeyahh! Tom! Tom! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Tom! Tom! Tom! Yeah! Yeah! Now! Now! Now!"

"Me, too! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Tommy's cries of delight joining Donna's, echoed among the trees. He shuddered and spewed his molten juices into her.

They eventually got out of the water and collapsed in each other's arms on the blanket. A while later, dried by the warm sunlight, they rolled on their sides, facing each other.

"Today really was neat," Donna whispered. "I really like you."

"I...I like you, too," Tommy said. "It was nice, wasn't it?"

She kissed him gently. "You are really a neat guy," she said softly. "I'm glad Kim showed me how neat." She laid back and stared at him. "Are you and she...you know?"

Tommy nodded. "Sometimes," he said. "Does...does that bother you?"

She shook her head. "No. I mean, why should it?" she said. "I don't have any claim on you." She rolled over and kissed him again. "I have to say, though, it wouldn't be hard to fall for you...not hard at all."

"Ah..." Tommy stammered. He wasn't sure what to say. He never expected to hear something like that from a girl as pretty as Donna. "Thanks. I hate to do this, but we ought to get going, I guess. I have to get back and get ready for work."

"I'm glad you called," Donna said as she sat up and reached for her clothes.

Tommy started getting his things together, too. "Me, too," he said. He watched Donna slip into her things, finding the view erotic, but fought the impulse to grab her. He didn't have time, and even though he was quitting at the Inn, he didn't want to inconvenience Mr. Dreisbach.

Once they were dressed, they picked up their things and put them in the truck, then got in and headed back to town.



Summer Vacation Ch. 31



Tommy arrived at Tina's early Sunday, excited at the prospect of spending the day with her and Bobby. Even if she didn't see him as a potential suitor, she seemed to have a good time when they were together. The Inn had been busy the previous night, and even though he drove her home, they were both so tired they didn't talk much.

He parked in front of the apartment building, walked up the steps to the, then rang the doorbell. Tina buzzed him in. On his way over, he bought a Hamster Warrior figure to give to Bobby. He went up the steps to her apartment on a run. She'd left the door ajar, so he walked in.

"Tommy!" Bobby screamed his name, raced across the room, and jumped on Tommy, almost bowling him over.

"Bobby!" Tina scolded.

"It's OK," Tommy said. He hefted the tyke in his arms. "He's glad to see me, aren't you, Bobby?"

"Yeah! We gonna go on the bumper cars?" the little boy asked. "Huh? Are we? The merry-go-round, too. Say we are, aren't we?"

"Anything you want, Bobby," Tommy said. "No scary rides, though. I get too scared."

Bobby smiled at him and made a face. "You don't get scared," he said. "You're big."

"Even big boys get scared sometimes," Tommy said. He put Bobby down. "Look what I found." He took the Hamster figure out of his pocket and handed it to the little guy.

"Oh, Wow!" the tyke exclaimed. "Mom! Look what Tommy got me!" Bobby raced to show his mother. "He got me Harmon! Harmon's my favorite!"

"You didn't have to do that," Tina said.

"I know, I wanted to," Tommy told her. "You ready?"

Tina nodded. "Just about," she said. "I've got to get jackets in case it gets cool later." She walked into the bedroom.

Tina had on a green top that wrapped around her, exposing a considerable amount of lovely chest, and a long, flowing white skirt that wrapped around the lower half of her body. When she turned to go in the bedroom, a lovely tan leg showed. Tommy was impressed. She reappeared carrying a white sweater and miniature baseball team jacket.

"You look nice today," Tommy said, "I like your outfit."

Tina reddened. "Thanks," she said. "You don't think I'm over-dressed, do you?"

"No way," he said. "Besides, I'm taking you guys out to dinner after."

"Sounds nice," she said, smiling. "Bobby, you ready?"

Bobby raced out the door. Tina laughed and looked at Tommy and said, "I guess I got my answer, didn't I?"

"Guess so," Tommy said. "We better catch him before he leaves without us."

At the amusement park, Bobby was no less calm. He wanted to go on every ride, even though his mother - and the park operators in some cases - felt he shouldn't.

"I'm sorry, honey," Tina explained to her disappointed son. "You aren't tall enough to go on the Whipsaw Loop. It says so on that sign."

At the entrance to that ride there was a cutout of a man holding his arm out. "If you aren't this tall," the sign said, "you can't go on this ride." Bobby was about a foot too short.

"How about some lunch, sport?" Tommy suggested. "I think I saw a hamburger place."

"Yeah, OK, I guess so," the five-year old pouted. "Were you ever too short to do things?"

"When I was five I was," Tommy replied, taking Bobby's hand. "Thing is, you're going to get taller."

"Yeah, I know," the boy said. "That's what Mom tells me, too. Only thing is, I wanna ride the Whipsaw Loop now."

"You know, when I was your age, the scariest ride here was the roller coaster," Tommy said.

"Yeah, but could you ride it?" Bobby asked.

"Well, not really," Tommy replied. He didn't tell Bobby he could have ridden the roller coaster when he was five but didn't because he was scared shitless of it.

"So it was just like with me and the Whipsaw Loop, right?" Bobby asked.

"Sort of," Tommy agreed.

As they walked toward the hamburger stand, Tina's hand slid into his and squeezed it, sending a thrill through him.

"You're really good with him," he heard her whisper.

Tommy liked it that she didn't let go of his hand after she squeezed it.

They went to the refreshment stand and had lunch. Bobby said he wanted a hamburger, and French fries, and a large soda, and ice cream.

"Why don't we start with the hamburger and fries?" his mother said. "And a small soda. If you finish that, then we'll get the ice cream."

"Aw Mom!" Bobby said. His pout returned.

"I'm having that," Tommy said.

"Oh," Bobby said. His face brightened. "I guess it's OK."

"Besides," Tommy went on, "I thought maybe we'd go to Marlow's for dinner. How's that sound, Bobby?"

"Marlow's?" Bobby said. A grin appeared on his face. "That's the place where they have Hamster meals!"

"That's the place," Tommy said.

"Oh, wow!" the little boy exclaimed, his eyes bright.

After they ate, they went on a few more rides, but Bobby was starting to get grouchy. "I think he needs a nap," Tina said, drawing a glare from her son.

"I'm not tired," he complained.

"Well, I am," Tommy said. "There's a picnic area over there. Why don't we go over and sit down for a while so I can rest my old bones?"

"You aren't old," Bobby protested. "Mommy says you aren't as old as she is."

"Yeah, well, I'm older than you are, sport," Tommy told him. "And I'm tired. I'm gonna go and sit down so I have enough energy to go to Marlow's for that Hamster meal later. You coming?"

"Only because you're the one who's tired," Bobby said.

There were park benches located around the picnic area, under the shading branches of huge elm trees. They sat down on one of the benches. Bobby stretched out, his head in Tommy's lap, and was soon fast asleep.

"I don't know how you do it," Tina commented. "You seem to know just what to say to him."

"Maybe it's because I'm a kid, too," Tommy replied.

Tina smiled and shook her head. "You may be young, but you aren't a kid...no way," she said. "You're the most level-headed guy I've ever known."

"Could I have a letter of reference from you?" Tommy asked. "Just in case any women I meet want references."

Tina frowned. "I'm serious," she said. "I wish there were someone like you my age."

"What about Greg?" he asked.

She shrugged and said, "I don't know. He's all right. I mean, he's good-looking, and he treats me well and all. He's never been anything but a perfect gentleman, but..." She shrugged again. "This thing with Bobby not liking him bothers me."

"I wouldn't worry about Bobby," he said. "Kids adjust."

"It isn't just Bobby," she said. "I don't know what it is. I like being with Greg. I mean, he's completely different from Ron and all, but...I guess I shouldn't complain. I can't really be fussy."

"Tina, you shouldn't think like that," Tommy said. "You're pretty, you're smart, and Bobby's a great kid. Anyone who marries you is one lucky guy."

She put her hand on his and squeezed it. "It's nice of you to say that, Tommy," she replied. "But I have to face reality. There's too much competition out there, women who are pretty and don't have a son. What are the statistics? There are three or more women for every two men, something like that?"

"Yeah, but the other two women aren't as nice as you are," Tommy told her.

"Hey," she said suddenly, "are you still seeing that blonde?"

"Donna?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, I guess that's her name," Tina said. "The one in the sports car from the other night."

"I see her now and again," Tommy replied.

"Is it serious?" she asked.

"Not really," he replied. "I mean, I like her and all, but we aren't going steady or anything."

Bobby stirred, stretched, and rolled over.

"He really was pooped, wasn't he?" Tommy commented.

Tina nodded. "He sure was," she said. "He hates taking afternoon naps now that he's a big boy, as he puts it, but he needs them. Usually, I have to battle him to take one." She smiled. "I wish I had your magic touch."

"It's because I'm not with him all the time," Tommy said.

"That and you're his hero," Tina said.

"Yes, well...ah..." Tommy mumbled, not sure what to say. Being someone's hero was a new and pretty heady concept.

He and Tina continued talking, covering a wide range of topics. He found out a lot about her. Her parents were alcoholic, and one of the reasons she married Ron was to get out of her home, only to find out she'd run into a worse situation. After she and Ron separated, she started going to meetings of a support group for children of alcoholics.

One real irony in her life, she told Tommy, was that her parents had gotten sober, and the family was working on reestablishing good relations when a drunk driver killed them. It was then the support group became really important.

"It helped me a lot," she told him. "I probably would have gotten involved with someone just like Ron if it weren't for the group. They saved my life."

"We talked about stuff like that in school this year," Tom said. "We have a SADD chapter at school. One of my friends has alcoholic parents. The school arranged for him to get counseling. It helped him a lot."

"I wish somebody had done that for me when I was that age," Tina said. "It would have saved me a lot of aggravation. Of course, I probably wouldn't have Bobby, so it isn't all bad."

"Even the worst situations produce good things, don't they?" Tom noted.

"I guess so," Tina said. "I can't imagine life without him."

After a little while, Bobby stretched and opened his eyes, looked up at Tom and smiled. "You have enough rest?" he asked.

"Yeah, partner, I guess I have," Tom admitted. "How about you?"

"I wanna go on more rides," the little guy said.

"What are we waiting for?" Tom said.

After riding every ride in the park except the Whipsaw Loop, they left. Tommy drove toward the restaurant. Bobby was safely belted in the back seat of the truck.

"Your truck is neat!" Bobby said. "You gonna take me four-wheeling sometime?"

"You bet, sport," Tom said. "Real soon."

"Tomorrow?" the five-year old asked.

"Not tomorrow," Tom told him. "I have work tomorrow. Maybe next weekend, if your mother says it's all right."

"Can I go four-wheeling with Tommy next weekend, Mom?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know," Tina said. "Greg might want to do something with us."

"Aw, I don't like him," the little boy pouted. "He's not a neat guy like Tommy. And he don't like me."

Tina gave Tom an exasperated look. "I wish it wasn't taking so long for him to make that adjustment we were talking about," she said.

"Give him time. Besides," Tommy went on, "if I take him four-wheeling, it will give you and Greg time alone."

She smiled at him. "You have an answer for everything, don't you?" she said.

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied. "I wish I had an answer to the problem of how to get you to notice I'm not just a kid," he thought bitterly.

They ate dinner, then Tom drove them home. Bobby fell asleep in the truck, so Tom carried him up to Tina's apartment. He took the sleeping little boy into his bedroom, got him undressed and in bed, then went back out to the living room.

"You do that like you've done it all your life," Tina said, smiling.

"Maybe I'm just a natural-born father," he said.

"I think you'll be a fantastic father," she said. "Whoever marries you is going to be one lucky girl." She walked over to him and kissed him softly on the cheek, leaving a tingling spot there and turmoil throughout his body. "Thank you for a wonderful day."

"Ah, hey, you're welcome," Tommy sputtered. "I...I had a terrific time, too. See you at work tomorrow?"

"You bet," she said as they walked to the door. "And thanks again."

Tommy left, feeling good and bad. He'd spent one of the more enjoyable days of his life with Tina and Bobby, yet it was clear she had no interest in him other than as a friend and, maybe, a little brother. Bobby loved him, and he loved the little guy. He was sure could be a good father to the little boy, but it didn't look like he'd get the chance. He got in his truck and headed toward his aunt's house.



Summer Vacation Ch. 32



The next week passed quickly. Tommy was very busy at the dojo, and the inn seemed to get busier every night. He left work and, exhausted, dragged himself home every night.

Greg was back and he picked Tina up after work every night, so Tommy didn't get to talk with her as much as he would have liked. She did tell him it would be OK if he took Bobby four-wheeling that Sunday, though. She also told him Greg was going to take her to dinner and a movie in another town. She said Greg looked relieved when he heard that Tommy was going to take Bobby off their hands for the day.

Tommy's birthday arrived and his aunt had a small celebration at home. He got a letter from his parents. They expressed their amazement at the bequest from Master Kwan and said they had total faith that he'd handle his inheritance wisely. They also wished him a happy birthday and sent along a ton of pictures they'd taken of what they were doing.

It was obvious from the tone of the letter and the pictures that Tommy's father was having the best time of his life and, since his mother wrote the letters, she was too. She wrote that both she and her husband had come to love Alaska and were thinking about moving there permanently.

"You know," Tommy told his aunt after he finished reading the letter. "I could probably fund a grant for Dad so he can continue his studies up there, seeing as how they like it so much."

Karen smiled at him. "What if they want you to come up and join them?" she asked.

"I might go," he said, "but just for a visit. No way am I going to live in Alaska."

His aunt laughed. "I didn't think you would," she said. "I understand from Kim that you've been seeing quite a bit of her friend, Donna. What's going to happen when she goes back to college?"

The young man shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I mean, it isn't like we're going steady or anything."

"That's probably just as well," his aunt said. "You shouldn't be settling down with one person at your age. With the dojo and school, you already have too much to do."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Tommy agreed, although he knew that if Tina would have him, he'd settle down with her in a minute.

Also on his birthday, he stopped at the lawyer's office and signed all the papers that would officially transfer Kwan's estate to him.

"So far, everything you've done leads me to believe you are a sensible young man," Attorney Brothers told him, "so I doubt I need to tell you this, but I would be very careful if I were you. You have a lot of money, but you'll find it can disappear quickly if you aren't careful."

"I'm aware of that, sir," Tommy said. "And believe me, I do plan to be careful." He smiled at the lawyer, who he'd come to like. "And I'm sure that if I'm not careful, my attorney will remind me about it, won't he?"

Brothers laughed and said, "He certainly will."

"What about the trusts I asked you to set up?" Tommy asked.

"They are all done. Now that you've become an adult and have accepted the estate, they will be activated. Documents notifying the recipients will be mailed to the beneficiaries of the trusts immediately," the lawyer said. "And I had the bank transfer sufficient funds to cover the outstanding portion of your aunt's mortgage. She'll need to sign some papers, but for all intents and purposes, her home is free and clear."

"Good," Tommy said. He stood up and so did the lawyer. They shook hands. "Thanks, Mr. Brothers, I'm lucky to have an attorney like you."

"You take care, young man," the lawyer said.

Tommy's last night of working at the Four Corners Inn finally arrived. As usual, they were terribly busy, but he did manage to find a few minutes to talk with Tina between customers.

"I'm really going to miss you," she said. "That new boy Mr. Dreisbach hired isn't nearly the worker you are."

"He'll learn," Tommy said. "You just have to give him time."

Tina nodded. "Yeah, but I can't talk to him like I can you," she said. "And we won't be able to talk on the way home, either."

"I've got a phone," Tommy told her. "And I plan to keep in touch, anyhow. Bobby would never forgive me if I didn't."

He hoped Greg wouldn't show up to pick her up that night but, unfortunately, he did, and Tina left with him.

"Thomas," Mr. Dreisbach said, "it has been a pleasure having you work for me. I wish you well. Don't be a stranger, now."

"Yes," his wife added, "after all, no one makes the fuss over my cooking you do."

"I'll stop by from time to time," Tommy told them. "I mean, where else can I get food this good? There isn't a better place in town to get good food."

Mrs. Dreisbach blushed furiously. "Go on," she sputtered, "you flatterer!"

Tommy left the restaurant and headed for his aunt's house. When he got there, Bud's car was parked out front, but the house was dark. He had a feeling it wouldn't be long before Karen and Bud announced that the big cop was moving in. As far as Tommy knew, the policeman hadn't been to his apartment in days.

He went in the house and started down the hall hoping Kim wouldn't slip into his room tonight. She hadn't done that for some time and the young man found he really didn't mind. Maybe he'd finally be able to get his sex life straightened out. It would be nice if he could settle down with just one or two women for a change. He just reached his bedroom when the phone rang.

"Who the hell is calling at this hour?" he thought as he walked out to the living room to grab the phone. "Hello?" he said.

"I wanna talk to Tommy Jackson, that you?" a rough voice said.

"Yes, that's me," the young man replied. "Who's this?"

"None of your fuckin' business," the caller snapped in reply. "Look, kid, I got a message for you, and you fuckin' well better pay real good attention. You got that?"

Tommy was shaken. He had no idea who this was, but he was paying attention. "I'm listening," he said.

"OK. Here's the deal," the unknown man said. "Your girlfriend, Tina's in a lot of trouble. You don't do exactly like I say, she could wind up hurt real bad. That fuckin' rug rat of hers, too. You got that?"

A cold chill gripped Tommy. "What's wrong with Tina?" he exclaimed. "You bastard! If you've hurt her..."

"Hey, kid, lissen up!" the man said, "You ain't in no position to be yellin' at me. You just fuckin' shut up and lissen!"

"OK," Tommy replied. He forced himself to be calmer. "What do you want?"

"You get your ass down to the park. Right now!" the man said. "The back part, behind the tennis courts. You know where I mean?"

"Yeah, I know where that is," Tommy said. It was near the spot, in fact, where he and Donna made love not that long ago.

"You damn well better come alone, too, you got that?" the caller told him. "No cops. We see any sign of cops, the slut's gonna be fucked up good."

"I'll come alone," Tommy said. He was shaking with both fear and anger. Tina's ex-husband had to be behind this. It came to him. The car lights he'd seen! Ron must have been following him for weeks! "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"You damn well better move your ass," the man said. "We ain't gonna wait all night. Fuckin' chick's hot-lookin' you know, maybe me and the boys'll find out how hot, we got to wait too long."

"I'm leaving right now," Tommy said. "Don't hurt her." The phone went dead.

"What's up?" Bud asked.

Hearing his friend's voice startled Tommy and he spun around to find the big cop standing in the living room with him. "Ah..." he stammered.

Bud had awakened when the phone rang. He heard Tommy talking, got up, and had been standing in the hallway, listening while the young man carried on his conversation. "Look, I heard your side of that call and it didn't sound right," he said. "Maybe I've been a cop too long, but I can tell when things aren't right."

"Get some clothes on," Tommy said, "I'll explain what's going on on the way." He didn't want to waste time and even though the caller told him not to bring the cops, he thought having Bud along would be wise.

"Where are we going?" Bud asked as they went down the hallway toward the bedrooms.

"For a walk in the park," Tommy said.



Summer Vacation Ch. 33



"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Bud asked while Tommy sped through the dark streets of town, headed toward the park.

Tommy explained as quickly as he could; he told Bud about his contacts with Tina's brutal ex-husband, his confrontation with the man and his friends, and how he'd handled it. He also told Bud he believed Ron had taken Tina captive and was holding her in the park to lure Tommy there.

"You mean there are at least three bad guys? Jesus Christ, kid! Why didn't you tell me about this, sooner?" Bud exclaimed. "Shit, if I'd known that, I would of done something about it. I shoulda got us some backup!" The cop's voice sounded a little shrill, indicating his level of agitation.

"I didn't think it was necessary," Tommy said as the truck screamed around a corner. "I thought I'd put the fear of God into them the last time."

"Yeah, well, it don't look like you did, does it?" Bud snorted. "At least you had the sense to bring me along tonight. Damn! I shoulda called the local cops and got backup. What are we gonna do if these assholes are armed?"

"They told me not to call the cops," Tommy said. "So I didn't. I don't want Tina hurt. You've got a gun, don't you?"

"Yeah, I got a gun, but I hate to tell you this, kid," Bud said, "but they might have hurt her already."

"They're going to be damn sorry if they have hurt her," Tommy snapped. He skidded to a stop near the main entrance to the park. "You get out here. You know where I'm going. I'll try to keep them from doing anything until you get there."

"Yeah, OK," Bud said. He opened the truck's door and slipped out. "Watch your ass, kid. I'll be right behind you." He disappeared into the darkness.

Tommy thought about parking the truck and walking in, then he decided not to. He drove up over the curb, onto the sidewalk, and on into the park, making his way down the lane toward the spot he'd been told to come to. As he passed the tennis courts, his headlights swept an open area, lighting up a group of people, one of them female. He flipped on the lights over the cab and the scene was illuminated as brilliantly as if it was daylight. He stopped the truck and got out.

"That you, kid?" Ron Nyce yelled.

"Yeah, it's me," Tommy replied. "What do you want?"

The man laughed. "What do I want?" he cackled. " You little fucker! You get your ass over here and I'll show you what I want. Come on, get moving!"

Tommy started toward the group. Someone, a man, apparently, who was tied up, was lying on the ground. One of the thugs who'd been with Ron the night Tommy cleaned them up was holding Tina, who was struggling a little. Her struggles intensified when she saw Tommy. Where was the third man?

Tommy heard movement behind him. Even though he could easily have taken the man approaching him, he didn't move when the man came up behind him and put a thick wooden stick across his throat. Tommy grabbed the stick with both hands, but didn't push against it.

"Watch your ass, kid," the man growled. "You're gonna get it, one way or the other. Your ass is fuckin' ours."

"Tommy, you shouldn't have come," Tina protested. "They...they're going to hurt you. You should have called the police."

"Yeah, kid, you shoulda called the cops," Ron laughed. "But I knew you wouldn't. You think you're gonna be a hero, doncha?"

Tommy stayed silent, still holding the stick, not resisting. Where was Bud? He scanned the bushes behind Ron and the others, but didn't see his friend. Bud better hurry up or he was going to be in deep shit.

"He ain't so tough now, is he, Ron?" the man holding the stick said. "Fuckin' punk."

Ron walked toward Tommy. "We're gonna see how tough you are now, you little asshole," he snorted. "I'm gonna show you not to fuck with me. I'm gonna show you good."

The man holding Tommy relaxed a little. The young man knew that because the pressure of the stick against his hands lessened. That was a major mistake, but he wasn't about to point it out. He kept looking for Bud, then a shadow appeared out of the bushes behind the man holding Tina. He could hear a soft "Thud!" and the man next to Tina sagged to the ground.

The man holding Tommy saw his friend fall and stiffened. "Hey!" he said, "there's..."

Before the man could finish what he planned to say, Tommy pushed out on the stick. The man holding it began to resist, but he'd been taken off guard and was too late. The next thing Tommy did was execute a maneuver Kwan had taught him; a leaping somersault using the stick as a fulcrum. The move took him up and over the man holding him. The two of them crashed to the ground and Tommy wound up sitting atop his erstwhile captor.

Tommy still had the stick in his hands, and so did the man he was sitting on, but the thug was too shaken by what had happened to resist when Tommy pulled the stick out of his hands, then drove it down against the man's skull. The man went limp.

Ron, who couldn't understand what was going on in front of him, continued moving toward Tommy, an action that proved to be a major mistake. The young man leaped to his feet and launched a thrust kick in Ron's direction. His sneaker caught the man under the chin. The force of the kick, which was enhanced by Ron's forward motion, snapped the bully's head back wickedly. Tina's ex-husband went down and lay still.

Tommy landed on his feet and looked around.

Bud stood there, smiling at him. "Remind me never to piss you off, sensei," he said, shaking his head. "I've never seen anything like that. Never. Shit. You didn't need me."

"I'm glad you were here just the same," Tommy said.

"Yeah, sure," Bud replied. "Can I call the cops now?"

"Sure, why not?" Tommy said. "There's a pay phone out by the entrance."

Bud took some of the wide plastic strips cops use as handcuffs out of his pockets and secured the wrists of the men they'd subdued, then he headed for the phone.

Tina stood there, wide-eyed, for a few seconds, then she bolted into Tommy's arms. "I don't believe it!" she whispered, her face against his chest, her arms squeezing him. "I...I thought they'd hurt you! I was so scared!"

Tommy rubbed her back. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Did...did they do anything to hurt you?"

She nodded. "I'm...I'm fine," she murmured against his chest. "I-I was so worried about you, though. Ron...I've...I've never seen him like he was tonight!"

"How did this happen?" Tommy asked.

"When Greg and I got to my place after work, they..." Tina said. She stopped and looked up at Tommy. "Greg! My God! I forgot..."

Greg was lying on the ground near some bushes, bound hand and foot and gagged. He was squirming and groaning. Tommy released Tina, went over and untied him, even though he would have preferred to let him lie just where he was.

Greg sat on the grass, rubbing his wrists, and glared at Tommy and Tina. "What the fuck is going on, Tina?" he demanded. "Jesus Christ! Why didn't you tell me about this shit? I coulda got hurt!" He struggled to his feet. "I'm getting out of here!"

"You ought to wait until the police come," Tommy said. "They'll probably want to take a statement from you."

"Screw the cops," Greg snorted. "They can come to my place." He looked at Tina. "Forget that date we have tomorrow night, Tina. I'm not seeing you any more. It ain't worth it. I'm not going through this again!" He turned and stomped off into the darkness away.

Tina began to cry. Tommy took her in his arms and held her against him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know how you feel about him."

Tina continued to sniffle. "It...it doesn't matter," she said. "I-I guess I knew it wasn't going to work out with Greg and me. I should have known better than to think anyone would want a woman with a child. I mean, I am kind of used goods."

"I want you," Tommy said without thinking. "I-I don't think you're used goods."

Tina looked up at him suddenly. "What...?" she said.

"Cops are on their way," Bud said, announcing his return. His appearance kept Tina from finishing her question. He looked around. "Where's the guy they had tied up?"

"He decided not to wait," Tommy said. "He said if the cops want to talk to him, they can come to his house."

Bud shook his head and said, "Been better if he stayed." He looked at Tina. "You OK?"

Tina stepped back, out of Tommy's arms, and nodded. "I...I'm fine," she said softly.

"Tina, this is Bud Murtagh," Tommy said. "He's my partner in the dojo. He's a cop in North Hampden. Bud, this is Tina Nyce."

"Been nice if we could have met under better conditions," Bud replied.

"Ah...yes, I guess," Tina said.

Sirens sounded and a police car, roof lights spinning, braked to a stop next to Tommy's truck. Two officers got out. "Which one of you is Murtagh?" the cop who was driving asked.

"That's me," Bud replied. "The three guys on the ground are the perps."

"Yeah, we kinda figured that," the officer said. Another cruiser braked to a stop and this time only one officer, wearing sergeant's stripes on his uniform sleeves, got out. He walked over. "Hi, Bud," he said, "heard you were involved in this. What's up?"


"Well, those three there..." Bud said. He began telling what happened while Tommy and Tina listened. After he finished explaining what had transpired, they went to the police station, where they were questioned and had to complete statements. Tina called her babysitter and advised her she'd be late, very late.

Bud was at ease with the whole process, but Tommy found it boring. He'd just as soon have gone home. Tina kept looking at him with that funny look, but didn't make any attempt to talk to him. Finally, they were told they could leave. They climbed in Tommy's truck, with Tina in the small jump seat, and he drove to her apartment building.

"Those guys should go away for a long time," Bud said. "Two counts of kidnapping, assault, attempted assault, and whatever. I doubt they'll see the street in less than ten years."

"I hope so," Tina whispered. "I-I was so scared."

"You were real brave back there, Tina," Bud said.

"I wasn't brave, I was scared stiff," she replied. "I was afraid they'd hurt Tommy."

Bud laughed. "You don't have to worry about him," he said. "Where'd you learn that move, anyhow, Tom?"

"I did it one time when Sensei and I were working out with Kendo sticks," Tommy explained. "Only with him, it didn't work as good as it did tonight."

Bud laughed. "I don't suppose it would have," he said. "Not much surprised that old man."

Tommy pulled up in front of Tina's building. Bud got out to let Tina out. She hesitated, looking at Tommy. "Tommy..." she said. She took a deep breath. "I...ah, thank you."

"Hey," he replied, "what are friends for?"

Tina smiled at him, got out of the truck, and headed up the walk toward her building. Bud climbed back into the truck and the two of them sat and watched until she was safely inside. When the door closed behind Tina, Tommy put the truck in gear and started off.

"You like her, don't you?" Bud said.

"More than that," Tommy said.

"That's what I meant," Bud said. "There isn't anything going on between you, is there?"

Tommy shook his head.

"What's the problem?" Bud asked. "She's not married, is she?"

"She's older than I am," the young man said glumly. "She thinks of me as her little brother."

Bud chuckled. "After tonight, I don't think she's going to feel like that," he said. "I'll tell you, kid, I never seen anyone handle themselves any better than you did back there. You ever think of being a cop?"

Tommy shrugged and said, "Not really." He smiled at his friend. "You think I could be one?" he asked.

"Don't see why you not," Bud said. "Of course, with all your money..."

"You and I could become Private eyes," Tommy suggested.

"Yeah, sure!" Bud laughed. "I told you, I'm not quitting the force until I've got my twenty in."

"If I take criminology courses at community college, maybe, when you retire, we could open our own agency," Tommy said.

"We'll talk about it," Bud said. "Right now, all I want to do is get some sleep."

Tommy turned into his aunt's driveway. It was almost daylight, and now that the excitement was over, he was terribly tired. "Me, too," he said.

He parked the truck and the two of them went inside. Karen was in the kitchen in her bathrobe, looking anxious. She jumped to her feet, walked over, and put her arms around Bud. "Where were you?" she asked. "What was going on? Are you all right?"

Bud smiled. "We were playing with some of Tom's friends," he said. He bent and kissed her. "We'll tell you all about it later, won't we, Tom?"

"Yeah, sure," Tommy replied.

"But first, we're gonna get some sleep," Bud said. He slid his arm around Karen's waist. "Come on, woman, I need some rest." He and Karen started down the hallway.

Tommy yawned and followed. He fell on his bed fully clothed and was asleep before he realized it.



Summer Vacation Ch. 34



"Tommy, there's a phone call for you!" his aunt yelled.

The young man woke up, realized he was still dressed, and stretched. "I'll be right there, Aunt Karen," he mumbled. He peered at the alarm clock next to his bed. It was eleven A.M. He hadn't slept that late in a long time. He stood up, stumbled out to the living room, and picked up the phone. "Hello?" he mumbled.

"Tommy?" The sound of Tina's voice woke him all the way up.

"Ah, yeah," he replied.

"Can...can you come over?" Tina asked. "There are some things we have to talk about."

"Sure, ah, I just, you know, got up. I-I have to get dressed," he stammered. "I-I could come over after I do."

"That's fine," Tina said. "I'll be waiting."

Tommy put the phone down and stood there. Tina had sounded strange, as if she was upset. He wasn't sure why.

"Who was that?" his aunt asked.

"Ah...Tina," Tommy replied. "She wants me to come over."

"After what Bud told me about last night, I'm not surprised," she replied. "Kim was right. You do have a crush on her, don't you?"

Tommy nodded and felt his face getting hot. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admitted. Actually, what he felt for Tina was more than a crush. He remembered what he told her the night before and went cold. Was that what she wanted to talk about? Was she angry with him because he said he wanted her?

As quickly as he could, he showered, shaved and got dressed. Then he got in his truck and headed for Tina's without eating breakfast. He was terribly nervous. What if she really was angry with him? What if she told him she didn't want to see him any more, and that he couldn't see Bobby any more?

He parked in front of Tina's apartment building, got out of his truck, and walked slowly up the walk. He took a deep breath and pushed the button for her apartment. She buzzed him in and he went up the stairs and found the door to Tina's apartment ajar.

He walked into the apartment expecting an assault from Bobby, but none came. Tina was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing an oversized blue T-shirt that was a pale purple color with white dots. Her lovely tan legs showed from under it. A bunch of what looked like legal papers lay spread out on the table in front of her. "Would...would you like some coffee?" she asked.

Tommy nodded. "Yeah, coffee would be OK," he said. He sat down at the table while Tina got up and got the coffee. She put the cup on the table in front of him and sat down.

She waved her hand over the papers lying on the table. "A...a messenger delivered these this morning," she said. The documents on the table were the notification from Attorney Brothers that a trust fund had been set up for Bobby and copies of the trust documents. 

Tommy couldn't tell what Tina was feeling from the flat tone of her voice.

"Did...did you do this?" Tina asked.

Tommy took a sip of his coffee, then he nodded and said, "Yeah...I did."

"Why didn't you tell me? I..." Tina stammered.

"I wanted to do it," he said, "I didn't think I had to ask you. I mean, it's my money and all, and..."

"You should have told me before you did it," Tina said. There was a slight edge to her voice. "I don't need handouts."

"It isn't a handout," the young man said. "I wanted to do something for Bobby."

"But this says I'll be getting a monthly check for ten thousand dollars!" Tina exclaimed. "How...I...I don't understand? Where did you get that kind of money?"

"It's part of the money I inherited from Master Kwan," he explained. "It's a trust fund. You're just getting the interest from the trust."

"The interest..." Tina said. She drank some of her own coffee, then her eyes widened and she set the cup down abruptly. "Tommy, just how much money did you put in the trust?"

Tommy shrugged. "A million dollars," he replied.

Tina went pale. "A mill...mill...million dollars!" she stammered. "My God! Tommy, I...I can't accept that much! That money was left to you!"

"Why not?" the young man asked. "First of all, it isn't just for you, it's for Bobby. So he can go to college. I've still got plenty of money."

"But...this...it says I'll...I'll be getting ten...ten thousand dollars a month!" Tina exclaimed. She was trembling. "Why...?"

"Bobby's a bright kid," Tommy said. "He ought to have the chance to go to college when he gets old enough. With the trust fund, there won't be any problem with his doing that, will there?"

Tina was shaking her head. "My God!" she whispered. "A million dollars! You...you didn't have to do this! Not....not that much. I...I can't accept it. I can't."

"You don't have a choice," Tommy told her. "The trust is irrevocable. You'll get the checks every month, whether you want them or not. If you don't want to spend them, you can put them in the bank, or do whatever you want with them. I don't care. The only thing you can't do is give them back."

Tina looked at him. "Tommy! I mean it!" she said, her voice was quavering. "I-I don't take handouts. Not from anybody. I can support my son!"

"I know you can," Tommy said. "If you want to keep working, go ahead. And it isn't a handout. It's a gift. Hell, I've got more money than I can ever spend. Why shouldn't I use it to do something for somebody I like?"

"I-I don't know. It...it isn't right..." Tina said. She got up and began to pace.

Tommy watched her and realized, from the way various parts of her body moved, that she probably wasn't wearing anything under the nightshirt.

"I...you shouldn't have done it," Tina said. "At least not without telling me first."

"What would you have done if I'd told you?" he asked.

"I'd have told you not to do it," Tina replied. She stopped to look at him.

He smiled at her. "See?" he said, "That's why I didn't tell you."

Tina shook her head. "What am I going to do?" she said and resumed pacing. "I-I can't take that money. It...it isn't right."

"Like I said, you don't have any choice," Tommy replied. "It'll come whether you want it to or not. And when Bobby's twenty-one, half of it will go to him."

She walked into the living room and stared out a window. "Greg called this morning," she said softly.

Tommy could barely hear her, so he joined her into the living room. "What did he have to say?" he asked.

Tina turned around and looked at him. "He...he wanted to apologize for the way he acted last night," she said. "He...he said he was upset and didn't know what he was saying. He wanted me to go out with him tonight."

"And...?" Tommy said. He waited, dreading her reply. His legs were a little shaky, so he sat down on the sofa.

She shook her head, making her wild red-gold hair dance. "I told him I didn't want to see him any more," she said. "I-I couldn't, not after the way he acted last night. My God! You saved us from being hurt, maybe worse, and he didn't even thank you!"

"He was upset and scared," Tommy said. He wasn't sure why he was defending Greg, who he thoroughly disliked. "A lot of people would have reacted that way."

Tina sat down on the opposite end of the sofa, tucking her legs under her. "You didn't react that way," she said. "You came and saved me."

Tommy shrugged. "I didn't have any choice," he said. "What else could I have done?"

She shook her head. "You don't understand, do you?" she asked.

Tommy was puzzled. "Understand what?" he said.

"Most men wouldn't have done what you did," Tina told him. "Maybe they'd have called the cops, but they wouldn't have done what you did."

"I-I don't know..." Tommy said. He felt his face getting hot. "I-I just did what I had to." He was uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going, so he decided to change the subject. "Where's Bobby?"

"He's with Mrs. Dixon for the day," Tina told him. "I explained that you might take him four-wheeling later."

Tommy smiled. "I'd like that," he said.

"You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking since last night," Tina said. "And...and I realize I...I owe you an apology."

Tommy was puzzled. "You do?" he asked. "For what?"

"You were going to take Bobby to see the Hamster movie, and we went with Greg," Tina said. "I'm sorry. You wanted to do that for Bobby, didn't you?"

"No problem," Tommy replied.

"There's something else, too..." Tina continued.

Tommy looked at her. "What?" he asked.

She moved closer to him. "You...last night...you...you said something..." she murmured. Her voice was very low.

"I did?" Tommy asked. He was pretty sure what she was referring to and wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure how she felt about what he said. "I-I don't remember...it...I mean, things were pretty crazy last night."

"I think you remember," Tina told him. Her voice got husky. "You said you wanted me."

Tommy turned and looked into her lovely brown eyes. He nodded slowly. "I-I do," he murmured. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm...I'm in love with you."

Tina touched his face lightly with her fingers and her face started moving toward his. After what seemed like an eternity, her lips touched his and thrills like none he'd ever experienced roared through him. Every kiss he'd ever had over the past weeks paled in comparison! He wanted to grab her and pull her into his arms, but he couldn't move! The kiss continued for a wonderfully long time, then her lips left his and she gazed deeply into his eyes

"Wow!" she whispered, her breathing ragged, "I've never been kissed like that before!"

Tommy discovered he could move and reached for her. With a soft moan she came into his arms and their lips joined again. The second kiss caused even more fire and joy than the first. When it ended, Tina snuggled against him, her slim arms around his neck, her soft hair tickling his face. Tommy had never felt more wonderful in his life.

"What am I going to do?" she said softly. "You...you make me feel so strange...I've...I've never, ever felt like this."

Tommy's hand slid up and down her back. He could feel the warmth and softness of her and was thrilled. She continued pressing against him, her breasts prodding his chest. Powerful sensations were growing in the teenager, sensations he wouldn't be able to control, and didn't want to. "I've never felt like this, either," he told her. "I like being with you more than anything."

Tina leaned back and gazed into his eyes. "You...you do?" she said, sounding puzzled. "But...I mean...I'm so much older..."

Tommy silenced her with another kiss. He didn't want to discuss the difference in their ages. His hand sought, found, and cupped one of her full, firm breasts, his fingers found the nipple and began strumming it through the soft material of her T-shirt. Tina groaned softly and shuddered. Her tongue slid across his lips and into his mouth where his met it. Lightning bolts of ecstasy arced through him.

He shifted position so she was lying in his lap, their lips still joined. Down over her body his hand slid, and under the nightshirt, onto bare skin. Tina continued to press her lips against his, her arms locked around his neck. Her body twisted and strained as his hand slid over her bare flesh. Soft murmurs of delight issued from her. He kept caressing her and her movements grew more fervid and her cries became more and more impassioned.

Tommy managed to get the nightshirt up, baring most of her body to his feverish gaze. She was every bit as lovely as he dreamed she'd be! Her breasts were firm and full, tipped by large, rosy circles which surrounded big, swollen nipples. Her waist was trim, and flared out into well-formed, shapely hips. Fine, strong legs attached to her lush body. His hand slid from one breast to the other, and her nipples seemed to grow harder and harder each time he touched them.

Finally Tina released him from their kiss and laid back. "Tommy...Oh, God! I...I want you!" she groaned. "Oh, God! Tommy! I...I want you!"

The young man slid out from under her and stood up to strip his clothes off. While he was taking his T-shirt off, he felt her hands on his pants, then they began sliding down. Air flowed over his bared flesh, then her warm hands cupped his erect penis and swollen balls. His legs were so shaky he thought he'd fall. He'd never, ever, felt like this!

"Take me! Please! Take me!" Tina groaned, her body arching, twisting, moving constantly. "I need you! Please, Tommy! Please!"

Trembling, Tommy laid atop her and felt her guide his erection to her wet opening. As it slid into her, unbelievable feelings tore through him. Making love had never felt like this before! Never! Her legs rose locked behind him as she pressed against him, moving urgently.

"Oh, God!" she groaned. "Never like this! Never! Oh, Tommy! Oh, Tommy! Take me! Take me!"

Powerful emotions roiled through the young man when he began moving. Her tight cavern clutched his cock as his hips thrust wildly against her. He had no control! He couldn't stop himself, couldn't control his pace! It was as if he was making love for the first time! "Oh, God, Tina, I can't wait! Oh! I can't wait!" he cried, "I'm gonna come! Tina! Tina! Ah! Ahh!" Powerful spasms deep inside him caused a torrent of his hot juices to gush from him into her hot, clutching cave.

"T-T-Tommy! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" Tina cried. Her body strained against his, shaking, shivering, and bucking. "Yes! Oh, yes! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Uhh!"

When their urgent need for each other was finally spent, the lovers collapsed in each other's arms on the sofa.