9 comments/ 104645 views/ 20 favorites The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 01 By: Fantasy Kiss Awakenings-1994 Being a teenager is difficult. It is a threshold—a beginning and an end. It is a time when a young woman is faced with desires she never before encountered, but only read about in the trashy romance books she would find hidden in her mother's lingerie drawer. It is a time when she becomes extremely embarrassed with all the attention she gains when her breasts—which were not there just one year ago—sway with unrestricted motion. Small tight peaks that were once nonexistent grow and round out to become erotic crests. Their reality is defined by unwanted, embarrassing, and yet oddly exciting attention. The teenage years are also a time of self-evaluation, when one soon realizes that adulthood is just around the corner and all the power that it entails is not only exhilarating, but also terrifying. For Cynthia, the teenage years represented all of this and more. But most importantly, for Cyn, it was a time when those naturally developing feelings came together and collided with the visual and tangible form of her hard and muscular older brother, Michael. Michael was no longer an 'emerging adult.' He went through that awkward teenage stage a long time ago. He was 4 years older and at 22 he was also an endless resource of sexual fantasies for the walking teenage zit she currently was. The fact that Michael worked out and kept himself in shape, a habit he got into during high school because he played every kind of sport available to him, helped, but it wasn't what truly attracted Cynthia. Rather it was more his quiet strength that appealed; It was knowing that he would always be there to handle things whenever he was needed; It was also his confidence and the fact that he rarely felt the need to prove himself to anyone. He was just such a man. Now she wasn't saying he was perfect, in fact he had a shit load of qualities that were fucked up, but overall he was a good person, and if nothing else, he was simply sexy as hell to Cyn. Intelligence mixed with confidence is alwayyyyyys sexy; at least, that was her opinion. Michael had graduated college and lined up a decent job as a counselor/therapist for troubled youths at the local community center, Kids Town. It was a very large center within the heart of Chicago. He was planning on obtaining his masters in social work so he can practice psychology and help young adults deal with the heartache life has given them. Throughout college, Mike lived with his girlfriend, Denise, but at the end of their academic career they decided to separate and end their relationship. He let her keep the apartment and moved back home until he found a new, affordable place closer to his job. He was only planning to stay a few weeks, but a few weeks was all it took for Cynthia's whole world to change. Up until this point all she had was a crush, but by the time Michael moved out, she had an obsession. The first catalyst in the change happened on a Friday evening. She was coming out of her bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. The closed door hardly registered in her brain. It wasn't uncommon for someone to close a room door after leaving it, despite the fact it was no longer in use and almost every door in the house had a lock on it. Michael must have forgotten to lock it this particular time because she walked right in. A soft buzz floated through the air in a steady rhythm. Her downcast eyes slowly traveled across the multicolored tile floor. They traveled up wet, hairy, muscular legs to thighs, to hips, hips, hips.... Her eyes paused there for a breathless second and she stood rigid with shock. She watched her brother carefully and slowly trim the hair surrounding his soft dick, which was resting quietly, as if sleeping in his hand, waiting to be awakened. Even in its relaxed state, his dick was several inches in length. She watched, awestricken, as the muscles in his arms flexed with the simplest of movements. His darken skin shined as moisture clanged to him, covering his body in a way that only filled her with envy. His six-pack was taut and well defined; his nipples were actually rather large for a man and were surrounded with the hardness of his pectorals. His body was even more succulent than she could imagine. His face was intense with concentration; after all it was a very sensitive procedure he was embarking on. Soon the buzzing stopped and he placed the hair clippers on the sink's edge and then reached for the disposal razor, for a close controlled shave. It was the soft rasping sound that made Cynthia moan. It was the moan that caused his head to jerk up in surprise. Shocked, his watched his baby sister eyes become entranced with his dick. Her eyes were locked onto his body. Though it was a surprise, it wasn't her presence that made him immovable with shock; it wasn't even the curiosity that was expected from one of such a tender age. It was something far more startling and unaccounted for-- it was lust. It was the desire in his baby sister's eyes that turned him into stone. It was the shallowness of her breathing as she watched him, as if he was her favorite chocolate moose desert at the expensive French bakery at the corner. It was the way her left eyebrow arched with speculation, bringing forth sinful thoughts and naughty images of actions no 18-year-old child should be aware of. It was the way her tongue curled around the upper corner of her lip, as if the taste of him was just beyond her reach, waiting to be savored. It was the yearning, the want, the decadence of her stare that completely and utterly held him captive, too surprised to move, to talk, or to respond to on a cognitive level. However, even though his mind couldn't actively acknowledge the silent messages this young girl was sending him, his body could. On an unconscious level, his body conceded and responded to the need clearly declared in the eyes of a woman. She watched him as his flesh began to move, to change right in front of her eyes. She watched, as it hardened and moved like a serpent finding its way, to what, she didn't know. She watched as he absentmindedly began to stoke himself with his thumb. It was then that she moved forward and with that movement she released him from his prison. She moved closer to him as he turned to face her, doing the same. Startled, she paused and watched as he continued forward—tall, strong, hard and erect. She watched as he came closer with each step. Seconds turned into hours as she waited for him. She lost herself in the intensity of his brown eyes; eyes that stared deeply into hers as if seeing into her soul; eyes that had one purpose in mind—her. A rush of warm wetness flooded her panties as his hands reached for her, gripping her shoulders. Firmly, yet gently, he pushed, and together they moved. His body was close. Inches separated them, as he got closer; mere inches that didn't change as he simultaneously pushed her back. Away and away she went—until she was no longer in that small tiny space with him. Now she was in the hallway. Alone. Silently, she watched. This time it was Michael doing the releasing. Dazed, she watched yet again, as he closed the bathroom door... ...directly in her face. Hearing the lock click, she turned around and headed back in the direction from which she came. Closing her bedroom door, she dived head first onto the mattress. Burying her head into arms, she cried. Michael leaned against the doorway of the bathroom and took a deep breath. His heart was beating so hard he thought it would break through his chest. His dick was harder than it had been in a long time. He still remembered in great detailed that look. For a second he forgot who he was and who she was in relation to him. Then he touched her and it all came back. He would like to think that he intended to push her away, but if he was honest with himself he had no idea what he was going to do as he started walking toward her. He could have just as easily pushed her up against the wall and took her, as he could have pushed her out the door. That was a hard reality that he didn't want to think too much about. In fact it was a reality he rewrote in his mind to be fiction. A new reality took its place because the other possible scenario didn't have a shot in hell of ever happening. One reason being she was his sister, someone he was suppose to protect whenever able. Second reason was he didn't fuck children, despite the fact that they were build like grown-ass women. He picked up the razor to continue what he started, but he was so hard he became afraid. Shaking, he took another deep breath and placed the razor down. Gripped his dick from the base, he began to stroke. He had a date tonight with a young woman named Janet, whom he met at the club last week. It was she whom he pictured with each stroke. It was her soft voluptuous curves he thought of and her high, tight, round ass. Her long and slender legs would wrap perfectly around his waist. It was she whom he pictured—she whom he imagined fucking, because anyone else just wasn't an option. The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 01 This is a story thread that I tried several years ago on the Literotica "Sexual Roleplaying Board". I think that I've figured out how to develop it into a romantic short story. So here's the introduction -- with more to follow. -------------------- THE DAY HELL FROZE OVER When I finished High School my ever practical father, a General Contractor, insisted that I learn a trade -- then, and only then, might I consider attending a college or University if I really wanted to. So for four years I muddled my way through an electricians apprenticeship. My fourth year I decided to take evening classes at Sacramento Junior college to try and decide if I was really "college material". One evening while studying in the cafeteria, before a class, I became aware of a photographer walking around and taking pictures. "Just general campus pictures for a course catalog", he explained. I wasn't sure if I really wanted my picture in a course catalog, but the photographer persisted and even seemed to take a little enjoyment in my discomfort. "How about a picture with you and those girls over there?" he suggested with a wink. The girls must have overheard the conversation because they turned to listen. They all seemed totally gorgeous and unapproachable to me. Despite my lies to my friends you could say that I was inexperienced with the ladies. The truth was that I was a virgin and I'd never had a real "girlfriend" in High School, or since. "C'mon." the photographer waved his hand and encouraged me to get up and follow him to the girls table. Since I was uncertain of what to do I followed nervously. At the table sat four girls. Three of them seemed positively thrilled at the opportunity to have their picture in a school publication. The fourth girl, noticeably shy, shook her head to say "no". . This brought a big grin to the photographers face and he insisted that I sit alone with the shy girl and pose for a picture. So the other girls got up and I sat down nervously next to the shy girl. She quitely introduced herself as "Maria". I studied her long brown hair, her slim curvy body and her beautiful almost intense eyes and imagined how silly I would look seated next to her. The photographer had us lean close together and pretend to study a book together. He had us pretend to carry on a conversation. I can't remember what we said, it was.. well it was a little embarrassing... And he even had me put an arm around her and cuddle slightly as she pointed to some interesting imaginary thing across the room. After the pictures I briefly introduced myself to the girls, then I had to rush off to class. I saw the girls off and on from time to time throughout the rest of the semester but never managed more than a word or two with them. However, I began slowly developing a very intense infatuation for Maria. Before I knew it Fall semester was over and the catalogs for Spring semester appeared. On the cover, among other campus pictures, was the picture of me with my arm around Maria as she pointed excitedly. I enthusiastically signed up for Spring classes and rushed to campus the first evening of Spring quarter. But Maria was nowhere to be found. I didn't even know her last name. She looked maybe German or Dutch, but I wasn't sure. I searched the crowds of students but I couldn't even find her friends. I felt a sort of strange vague sense hopelessness. I felt lost -- empty. Of course my mom immediately spotted my picture on the cover of the course catalog and wanted to know all of the details about my "beautiful secret girlfriend". I reluctantly confessed the truth... "Richard, why didn't you ask her out and try and get to know her better?" My mom questioned "The worst that could have happened was that she could have said no." My dad seemed amused by the situation but didn't say much. "Richard, you know you can meet a lot of nice girls in college." My mom reassured me. "Maybe you should take some of that moldy money you've saved up and go to a good college -- at least for a couple of years. It will be a good experience. And maybe you'll meet another nice girl like Maria." So off I went to college that following Fall. I don't know how I ended up at a small private University nestled high in a mountain valley in Colorado, but I did. It was certainly different than California. I met a lot of beautiful girls, and even dated a few, but none could measure up to Maria.. Or I should say none could measure up to the Maria of my dreams. However my lies about my sexual conquests continued, and even grew. I picked electrical engineering as a major and got excellent grades in all of my classes my first year. Probably more a result of my electrical background as an electrician than time spent studying, since I spent most of my time checking out the pretty girls around campus. ---------------------------------------------------- After a long hot summer, in Sacramento, spent working for my dad I returned to the University and the crisp surprisingly cold mountain air. Fall seemed to be trying to become a Winter. I was bundled up in a new down filled coat and trudging up the hill towards the campus when I saw her. It couldn't be her.. I took a deep breath and the ice cold mountain air filled my lungs and made me stop momentarily to catch my breath. I anxiously hustled up the hill after her, but I turned away when she looked back my way, and I pretended to study a brick church I'd stopped in front of. Oh my god it seemed to be her.. Nervously I followed... She almost certainly had a boyfriend and I wasn't sure what I'd say to her if I caught up with her. "Hi aren't you my soulmate, Maria?" No, that would sound ridiculous.. But it would sound confident! "Maria" headed into the Student Union and I followed pretending to study some notices on a job board just inside the door. "Find any killer jobs?" A cute little blonde asked me. "Um, I don't know... I um don't know what I'm looking for..." She was cute but I didn't really feel like talking to her. I needed to find "Maria".... "You know.." She grinned broadly "You're really not bad looking." "Um uh thanks.." I hadn't expected that. "Anna...My names Anna! You know.." She started again. "You look a lot like my friends old boyfriend." I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to be rude, but if I didn't leave soon I felt sure that I might never find Maria again. "Look...", Anna took a breath "They broke up... but her parents don't know about it... Would you consider....? Would you consider.. pretending that you are him?" "Are you crazy!" I blurted out as I started to turn and leave "I have to go meet somebody." "You don't have to say much." Anna chased after me. "All you have to do is come by and say hi to her parents." "I don't know." I laughed.. heading down the hall towards the dining area. "Please.." She begged. "What do I get out of it?" "I don't know.." Anna gave me an anxious look. "Do you have a jealous girlfriend or something?" "No... I mean yeah! Leave me alone.." I headed into the dining area with Anna still chasing after me. "You hardly have to do anything. Just call yourself "Rick" and say hi." Anna pleaded. "Do you mind.." I gave Anna a dirty look. "There they are." Anna pointed to a group of people seated around a table, at a large booth. "Hey.. Rick!" A man seated at the table jumped up. "Come on over and say hi!" "Wha..?" Anna smirked at me. The man held up his hand and gestured for me come over to the table. "Hi..." The man jumped up and headed my way with an outstretched hand. "Rick! I'm Maria's father, Bill." He gave me a firm handshake I felt dizzy and confused. "Rick, Maria's told us a lot about you. Why don't you sit down with us, and meet the family." "Okay." I followed him with such wobbly legs that I could have been drunk. An older man, perhaps her grandfather, offered me his hand. "It's good to meet you Richard." he smiled. I shook his hand and then a couple of others. "So what are you studying here?" Bill asked. "Electrical engineering." "An engineer!" Bills wife responded enthusiastically. "Maria." Bill called over my shoulder. "Aaaah!" I turned and saw Maria. Her face was white as a ghost. "Maria?" Bill frowned at her. "Dad.." Maria took a step in our direction. "Hi.." she said so weakly that I almost couldn't hear her. My heart beat hard, and everybody instinctively scooted over a little so that Maria could sit down next to me. But Maria just stood there. Bill gave her a confused look. "Sit down Maria.. It's okay, we've already met." Slowly, and trembling a little, Maria sat down next to me. "Rich, we saw your picture on the cover of the course catalog." Her mother smiled. Maria's little brother snickered, and Maria looked at him crossly. "Really?" I wasn't sure of what to say. Maria was teetering on the edge of the seat seemingly afraid to let her body touch mine. I couldn't resist any longer. Bravely I slid a hand behind Maria and snuggled her against me. "Not a bad picture." I grinned. Maria's body was soft and warm and I could feel myself helplessly growing hard. Unexpectedly Maria sniffled, and tears ran down her cheek. "Maria?" I whispered. "Would you two like to be alone for a second?" Maria's mom asked. "Yeah.." I nodded. Maria didn't say anything. "Actually I need to get to class." Maria scooted over and I stood up. "Well, nice meeting you Rick." Maria's father nodded. I headed out of the Student Union and Maria followed. "Rich?" Maria looked at me through teary eyes. "Yeah?" Maria handed me a piece of torn paper with a phone number on it. "Thank you." The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 01 It was a combination of a high metabolism, good genetics, and a healthy workout schedule that prevented both these ladies from weighting a ton. Cyn, just like Michael, began working out at the age of 12. She would do so in the mornings or in the evenings with her mother to get into the habit. One thing this family was adamant about was fitness. In fact, fitness was the livelihood of the Thomas mother and father team Mrs. Thomas was the fitness and nutrition director of one of the larger workout facilities in the area and her husband was its manager. In fact that was how they met. She interviewed for the position and two years later they were man and wife. Michael leaned toward his mother and kissed her cheek in greeting. "Hello Mother," he said. "Hey dear," she responded. He turned toward Cyn, who paid him no mind. He kissed her cheek in greeting and he felt the tremor that rushed though her. He paused from pulling away, his lips just centimeters from her cheek. Inhaling slowly, she turned her face slightly and their eyes met. Her smile rivaled that of a seductress in her prime. "Good morning, biggggggggg brother." The word big rolled off her tongue in a purr. She reminded him for a moment of Eartha Kitt, who played Catwoman so many years ago. Then she leaned closer as if wanting to connect their lips like their eyes were currently locked. Michael jerked back, slightly, before the contact was made, as if fearing he would be burned. "Is something wrong, Michael?" asked Beverly Thomas, as she witnessed the tension between Michael and Cyn. Abruptly breaking eye contact with Cyn, his eyes pierced his mother's and he softly replied, "No." Turning toward the cabinet he retrieved a drinking glass and took his place at the table, directly across from Cyn. His father, John, neatly arranged the platters of food on the table as Michael poured some orange juice into his glass. The Thomas family began filling their breakfast plates and quietly passed food around at request. When all was settled, John gave a brief prayer of grace and the Saturday morning breakfast ritual commenced. "Michael, did you hear anything regarding the position in the city?" "Yeah, actually, the supervisor got a fax from the head of Kid's Town down there and they definitely have an opening. They like the fact that I currently work for Kids Town which means they wouldn't have to really train me on rules and regulations and with the recommendation my supervisor provided my odds look pretty good. So if all works out you all will be rid of me before you know it!" "Good. How about the graduate program at Loyoa University?" "I don't know, dad. They haven't gotten back to me. I should know within the next few weeks if I have been accepted or not. We shall see. " "Well, honey. What ever happens or doesn't happen, we will support you. Cyn, honey, are you ok, you are hardly eating and usually by now you'd be half way finished. All eyes turned to the youngest child who wore a very sad look on her face. "No, no, I am fine. I just got used to having Michael back. I will miss him when he goes." "Don't worry sweetie, no matter how far he moves I bet you will still see him on our doorstep from time to time. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yea, dad. No doubt." "Whatever happens, you know you'll always have a place here as long as you need it," chimed in Ms. Thomas. "I know, mom. You guys have been great. Thanks." The smile that passed between mother and son was sweet. From the corner of his eye he saw Cyn scaring at him. He decided it was now that he should address the matter. "Cyn, were you outside of my garage apartment, last night?" The poor girl nearly choked on her sausage. Mrs. Thomas, immediately went to her aid and firmly pounded her back in an attempt to help her... well, Michael wasn't sure what that action was meant to do, but because of it or despite it, Cyn gained control. "Are you okay?" asked her father, surprised and concerned. "Yea. I am. I guess I didn't finished swallowing before I attempted to answer. Uh, no. I wasn't. I was in bed by the time you came home." "Really? I wonder how your cell phone managed to find its way by the garage door?" Silence. "Cynthia Angela Marie Thomas, please don't tell me you are spying on your brother?" asked Mrs. Thomas with an appalled look on her face. Mr. Thomas, on the other hand, looked amused. "NO! Oh mother that is gross. No! I... I... Placed my phone on the edge of the window and it was so hot out last night, I opened the window and you guys have yet to replace the broken screen from last spring. It must have fallen out." Michael didn't say anything. He just stared at her over arched brows. She could be telling the truth, but something in the way she avoided everyone's eyes, combined with the handprint, and what happened in the restroom--No stop. Nothing happened in the restroom, he reminded himself, but rather what almost could have happened, but didn't--led him to doubt her story. Reaching in his pocket, he took out the phone and rested it on the table, beside her plate. "Well, try and be more careful. You are lucky it didn't break. It did fall two stories." Eyes lowered, she mumbled thanks and put the phone into her pocket before anyone had the chance to examine it too closely. Taking a chance she sneaked a peak and found Michael still staring at her. Flaming with embarrassment, she turned back to the television. Maybe if she tried hard enough she could pretend he didn't exist, but something told her that was easier said than done. The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 01 With those words she left the garage. A week later, Michael moved. The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 02 All grown up- 2004 Over the years they formed some sort of unspoken truce. He acknowledged the fact that she wanted him and she acknowledged the fact that he wouldn't give in. They made up, of course, because they did love each other and they were family. There wasn't anything stated to signal this make-up, they just followed the other's lead. However, things did change, more so as she became older and more confident in her own sexuality. When in public she behaved like the normal loving sister she should have been and he responded the same. When they were alone, however, which wasn't often, Cyn's whole manner changed, she became like a cat in heat, very flirtatious and very touchy feely. With time he adapted and accepted. There were times he would look at her as if she were crazy, other times he would look at her in a totally different manner. It was that difference that became her motivation. Remember Janet? Well that first date wasn't the last, but 3 years later they broke up. Two years after that he walked into a bar and there was his first love, Denise, having an after work drink. They started talking and all the old feelings came rushing back. They were dating again and he was entertaining the idea of marriage. He obtained his master's degree and after a few years at the Kid's Town center he decided to open his own practice. His clientele were children under the age of 18. He still wanted to make a difference and help change lives for the better. Cynthia went to college and obtained a journalism degree, concentrating in public relations. She was now an executive agent with one of Chicago's top public relations firm. Oddly enough, Michael and Cyn became unusually close. It was if the secret they shared and the feelings behind them that bonded them. They actually became comfortable with one another and could address any topic that came along. The one topic never discussed, however, was their relationship as anything other than that of family. But as boys entered her life, and men left it, it was Michael she went to for advice and for that shoulder to lean on. It was Michael who brought her her first package of condoms and showed her how to use it, on a cucumber, of course. And she was the one he asked to come with him to pick out Denise's engagement ring. A task that left her crying for hours afterward, but she hid her emotions well, for which he was grateful. The ring she helped him pick out was exquisite. She watched it twinkle in its little velvet box as they left the diamond store. She touched it. It depressed her. It scared her. "When do you plan on asking her?" she asked softly. He turned away from the road and saw her holding the box as if it was priceless. She just stared, enthralled with the light that got caught in its design. Glancing quickly to the road and back to her, he asked if she was okay. She said yes and repeated the question. "I don't know. Well... that's not true, her birthday is coming up and I was thinking then, after dinner." "Okay... hey, what are you doing tonight?" "Why?" "Let's celebrate. I mean this may be one of the biggest decisions of your life, so why don't we have fun with it. She is still visiting her mother in Georgia, right? So why don't you and I go out and have fun?" He smiled at her excitement. Stopping at a red light he turned to look at her fully. Her eyes were open and honest. There didn't appear to be any hidden agenda, so nodding, he agreed. "Where you wanna go?" "Leave that to me. Just be ready to pick me up around eight. We'll get something to eat and then go have a little fun." "I'm not going to regret this am I?" "Nah. When have I ever let you down?" "Hmmm," he responded with no small amount of apprehension. And that was the end of it. The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 02 Rising to her feet, Sin took position over Michael, presenting him with her back. Lifting her skirt she gripped the base of his cock and slowly sat down on him. His heart stopped at the thought of her engulfing his dick with her pussy. "Sin," He protested. Trying to stop her hands but she was persistent and after a second, he gave in. He was hot to her touch. Any softness that once was present disappeared as his dick made contact with the air. Settling back down, she wrapped her thighs around him, opening her pussy lips as she slid him between the moist folds, like she remembered wanting to do so many years ago. She leaned back on his chest and wrapped her hands on his thighs. She proceeded to hump her hips, softly, erotically against him as they watched the stripper. But as they were watching Jessie, she was also watching them. Jessie had made her way back to her knees. Her dancing consisted of back arches and self-titty fondling. Seeing the couple find their own rhythm, she got inspired and crawled her way on hands and knees to them, seated on the black leather couch. Michael and Sin stopped all movement, entranced, wondering what she was going to do next. Michael sat up, closer to Sin, and peered down over her shoulder. Jessie paused. Laughing she leaned in close, heartbeat by heartbeat. They watched as her pink moist tongue curled out and found the underside of Michael's cock. His body jerked in response to the image of this lovely woman licking his dick, which was wrapped in the pussy lips of his baby sister. Then nervously he looked up at the camera directly overhead that had to be capturing all of this. Was this allowed? Technically she was doing the touching, but he wasn't sure. After a few minutes, when nobody came crashing through the door to break them in little tiny pieces, he began to relax. She continued to lick around his pole, finding, as well, the wet flesh of Sin's pussy, licking and sucking on the lips around his dick; licking and sucking his mushroom-tip; licking and stroking Sin's clit with her tongue. The moan Sin and Michael released was simultaneous and strong. They watched her as she feasted on both their swollen flesh. Then Michael began to move his hips behind Sin. Following his lead she continued grinding, as they watched Jessie eat them both. So much stimulation was unbearable. Jessie licked her way up Sin's body, diving into the dip of her belly button, licking her way across Sin's skin until she reached the sliver cone shaped bra she wore. She licked her way around the metal tip with pleasure. Her pink tongue against the sharp point looked dangerous and arousing as hell. Reaching behind Sin she undid the prongs and pulled the bra from her body. Sin released Michael's thighs and let the straps fall. Michael's hand lifted by instinct and cupped Sin's soft breasts, one in each hand and squeezed. She grasped at the contact, her body jerked in surprise. Standing up, Jessie removed the panties she still had on and leaned forward so she could put them on Michael's head, like a hat. Her scent flowed around him. He hardened even more. Her smell was musky, yet not unpleasant; it just reminded him that he had two wet pussies in the room, both within his reach. As she leaned over, her breasts came in contact with Sin's face and Sin lifted her head to watch. The hard nipple brushed softly across her lips, making her want to almost taste the pink tip, but there were the cameras. Jessie looked down. "It's ok. I give you permission." Jessie smiled as their eyes met. Leaning in close, her strawberry red lips met Sin's natural pink ones. Softness met softness as their mouths opened to embrace each other's tongues. Michael sat there frozen with shock. He couldn't believe it, as he watched these two incredible beautiful women find pleasure within one another. All he could do was continue his soft massage of Sin's ripe mounts and the gentle rocking of his hips. Jessie moved closer to Sin, climbing onto the chair with her. Both Sin and Michael were sandwiched between her legs. Her ass rested on Sin's lower thighs near her knees. They made this weird sandwich-like position, one on top of the other. Michael bared both their weight. Jessie's hands rose up and cupped Sin's face and she deepened the kiss. Her gold and silver rings sparkled right before she buried them in Sin's dark hair. Their kiss was deep and filled with passion. When they parted, Michael watched as a moist silver strand of saliva stretched between them. Wet. Jessie leaned in again, finding Sin's neck, lathering it with kisses. Sin's skin stung from the love bites being distributed down her chest. She groaned as soft lips wrapped around her nipples. Michael, watching, lifted them higher, offering Sin's breasts for her enjoyment and still he pumped. Sin, returned the favor and locked her palm around Jessie's peaks, which were a full two cup sizes bigger than her own. They spilled out of her hands as she squeezed and played with them. Jessie rose up again, repositioning herself. She spread her legs wider and bent them. Her feet touched the back of the couch, on each side of Michael's hips. Sin wrapped her arms around her, to give her support so she wouldn't fall backwards. Jessie moved as close to Sin as she could. Their nipples met. Her knees found Michael's sides. The harden nipples rubbed against each other. Jessie grasped at the contact. Sensation rushed through her. Sin's hands traveled down her back and cupped the soft round globes of Jessie's bottom, a bottom that began to move. Michael thought he was on the verge of nutting when he felt Jessie's pussy lips wrapped around the other side of his cock. He was surrounded by the moist heat of two pussies that moved over his dick, one up and the other down. Sin and Jessie reached for one another again and kissed. The moans of the two women increased as they moved to the rhythm of the music. Michael, entranced, moved closer and began licking the Jessie's ear, gaining her attention. Turning she released Sin's mouth and kissed Michael. Sin took advantage of the situation to find that pink nipple that gained her attention before. Her teeth grazed the tip as she played with it. Up and down Sin rotated her hips, pushing her pussy lips against Jessie. In the center of it all was Michael, hard and strong. The force of Jessie's body pushed his cock up tight against her. Her clit was practically crushed under the pressure. Powerful sensations rushed through her as she fucked Michael's cock and Jessie's pussy all at once. Higher and higher and higher she moved. Michael did everything he could to hold on. But with both women moving at the same time, so sure and strong, one on top of the other, both on top of him, his control was quickly slipping. Suddenly something change. Sin became more urgent. Her hips moved faster, harder against him. Jessie followed her lead and increased her pace along with her. They looked into each other's eyes as if lost. He might as well not have been there. They kissed each other intensely. Moving, grinding. Up and down. Kissing—moist heat. Sin lost control. She broke the kiss, grasping for air, leaning back onto Michael as she suddenly jerked uncontrollably in his arms. Her hoarse cry filled the room as Jessie wrapped her lips over her exposed neck and began to suck on her hot flesh. Higher and higher Jessie rose. Stronger and stronger, she grinded, until finally she followed Sin over. Michael watched both women cum in his arms and around his dick. Finally he too lost it and gave in. His juice erupted from his body, splashing upward onto the bellies, covering them completely. The two women fell on top of him in a moment of pure exhaustion as their combine stickiness slid down their bodies onto the shiny surface of the black leather couch. The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Point of No Return. The banging that threatened to break down the door had her bolting from the bed in fear.- "What the fuck?" Grabbing the red robe to cover the white tee and cotton navy blue bikini briefs she wore to bed, she fastened the red stain sash, holding it together. Cautiously she looked through the peephole. Worry set in instantly as she frantically undid all the locks, three in all. Something was wrong. Very very wrong. Michael stormed in; the wave of angry energy was almost physical in its intensity. "Michael? Michael sweetie what is wrong?" Two weeks passed since their last episode at the Thee Way bar. Her arms wrapped themselves around her body in a silent hug. Her heart was in her throat. She never saw him like this. He went straight to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of gin and then a glass. He poured himself a shot and downed it in seconds and then had another as he made way to the sofa. Doing away with the glass, he simply put the bottle to his mouth and swallowed. "Michael? You are scaring me. Tell me what is wrong." She moved from the door after locking it and stood before him, between the couch and the coffee table so nothing separated them. His eyes were red. It looked as if he was crying. The fear that laced through her was strong. Her parents. Then he spoke. "She said no." For a tense moment she felt confusion, then she remembered the ring. The relief that soared through her was numbing. She closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. When she opened them she saw pain and it made her want to cry. "Michael, baby?" Finding the space between his knees she sat on the table facing him, reaching for his hands. He pushed her away and took another drink. "Did she say why?" Exhaling deeply, he sat up. The bitterness in his voice broke her heart. "It wasn't all bad I guess. She said she didn't want to get married at this time. That she loved me, deeply, completely, but she wasn't sure yet if I was the man she would like to spend the rest of her life with. She needed more time." "Michael, I don't know what to say. I don't understand what that could mean." "It means she doesn't think I'm good enough for her. It means she is sticking around for something better. That I'm just holding a spot for someone else, someone better!" "Michael... I'm sure that's not true!" "Isn't it? Damn it Cyn!" he got up fast, almost pushing her back on the table in the process. He began pacing wildly back and forth. "I've worked damn hard to get where I am today, Cyn, and she has the nerve to think I'm not good enough? Just because I don't make 6 fucking figures like she does? Most women would be ecstatic to find a man not intimidated by their success, and even proud of all she accomplished in such a short time. But no, not Denise. She thinks she deserves better. Well you know what? Fuck her. She doesn't respect me for all I am and all I've accomplishing in realizing and obtaining my dreams then fuck her! Fuck her!" Cyn didn't say anything. She had a feeling it wouldn't matter what she said, not when he was in this state. He wouldn't believe it anyway. All he was listening to was his pain. Suddenly he stopped and looked at her. Uncertain, she leaned back, away from his stare, but then she reached out her arm. "Now!" she ordered, reaching for the bottle. There was a tug of war for possession and much of the dark liquid spilled, until finally, he pulled harder, forcing her up from her seat and into his arms. "Mich—" her words were cut off by the pressure of his lips—lips that found their way between hers. Gently, he sucked on her lower lip as her upper one covered his. She stilled in shock. Her eyes opened wide and she found herself looking into his soft brown ones. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, staring into each other's eyes. He dropped the bottle and cupped her face in his hands. He slanted their heads and kissed her again. There lips lined up just right and his tongue slipped inside her warm mouth. His tongue massaged hers, mated with it as if they belonged. His eyes closed and she followed his lead, losing herself within him. The kiss deepened. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he pulled her closer. Her hard nipples stabbed into his chest. Their bodies aligned with one another, nearly crushing each other with their need. To say it was a meaningful kiss is an understatement. It was a kiss both of them have been waiting for for a long time. It was a kiss that spoke of the years of longing and desire that they both held at bay. It was a kiss that spoke of love and lust and understanding. Every look, every smile, every touch from the time she was 18 has lead up to this very moment. And as the desire enflamed with each passing second she held on tighter, melting into his hardness. His hands were everywhere from the top of her head to the base of her ass, feeling the curves of her body, leaving a path of heat in his wake. She bit his lip and pulled, sucking him deep. His hard dick was digging into the side of her hip, but she was afraid too much movement to correct that would free him from whatever spell he was clearly under and she would be pushed away. Instead, he pulled away and began a hot moist trail down the side of her neck. He had to take a moment and simply taste her skin. He licked his way up the middle column of her neck and back again. She was slightly salty, but it was the sweetest taste he ever experienced. Downward he kissed and licked, until he found the top of her wife-beater t-shirt, which was basically a male undershirt. It was a very flexible fabric and didn't take much for him to pull one side off her shoulder and off her arm, allowing him to bring her breast into view. They both took a moment to watch as his long tanned fingers moved around her sweet curve. It looked so firm but was so soft. Her nipple was extremely tight. They were a testament to her state of arousal. He had her on the edge. Then he went to her other shoulder and removed the strap from that arm, until the fabric pooled around her waist. He lifted her up, rearranging her until she straddled his hips. Both her breasts were in his face, eager and waiting. Her breathing was shallow, but she was doing her best to control it. He watched them jiggle in front of him with each intake of breath. He smiled. Looking into her eyes, he covered both breasts and at once began to massage them. She closed her eyes and arched her head back with a moan. His kneeling hands felt so good and relaxing against her skin. It was as if his fingers had a direct connection to her pussy, making it wetter with each squeeze and stroke. She focused on the heat of his hands on her nipples. It was a slow torture. It built with each second—strong, but not strong enough to give her what she needed. He watched as her flesh moved beneath his fingers. He wondered how she would feel against his tongue, so he tasted. Her moans were like music—intense and passionate, with highs and lows. They told him what she liked, they told him she was particularly sensitive in that area, more than most women. He learned that she had a slight preference to pain. "But you are proud of me aren't you, Sin? You've never been ashamed of me. You've always wanted me just the way I am, haven't you?" he whispered against her wet skin. Her whole chest was wet at this point as well was his hands. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants and released his dick. He liked the look of his cream flesh against the darkness of her panties. Her panties were unbelievable wet. He could only imagine the wet sticky pussy juice that laid beneath. Learning forward, he buried his face in the valley of her breasts and inhaled her scent. He kissed his way downward over her tummy. Grabbing her by her hips, he lifted her up and ordered her to pull down her panties. Her dark pussy mount came into view, she, unlike him, didn't shave. Instead she lightly trimmed the curly hairs into an attractive shape that wouldn't provide any hindrance to his drinking of her juices. He helped her pull them off, which was a bit awkward in her position, but not undoable. He pulled the white shirt off too, leaving her completely naked for him. He gripped her hips again and lifted her higher, she reached out and grabbed the back of the couch for support as he lifted her and wrapped his lips around her pussy and began to drink. His tongue was amazing. His lips were even more so. It was the pressure he applied, it was the sucking that did it. It felt like he wanted to swallow her whole. Moaning she begged him to continue to suck her. She moved her hips adding to the friction. She was reminded of that night, ten years ago when she watch him do his very same thing to that woman he invited home. Only now she was that woman, not the little girl watching from afar. She rotated her hips like that other woman did, riding him with the precision that she learned about through a small garage window one summer night. It wasn't long before she got closer to the point of cumming. The memory of that night combined with the reality of his tongue was too much for a girl to handle, so she told. "Michael? I'm cumming. Oh baby, I'm going to cum." And with those words he increased his sucking patterns. He held her hips and began moving his head in the opposite direction of his sucking pattern and the contrast of pressure sent her over the edge. Soon he slowed his pace and moved his mouth from her puss then he lowered her back onto his lap and kissed her again. "I need you." He whispered. She felt a moment of confusion as he turned her and lowered her back on the couch. Standing, he turned and faced her. She looked up and watched as he stroked his cock in his right hand. It was the sexiest thing she seen in a while. Reaching out his left hand, he cupped the back of her head and he slowly pulled her closer to his slippery head. The head of his cock found her cheek and coated it with precum. She looked up at him with deep wide brown eyes, her mouth opened wide from her panting. She was so aroused. He looked at her parted lips for a second, as if memorizing the look of them as they stayed opened wide like that. "Show me Sin. Show me how much you love me. You want my cock, baby? Is this what you wanted all these years? Then show me. Open wider than that. I'm going to need more room." She smiled before she spread her lips wider. He gripped his base and directed himself in the waiting hole that was her mouth. She wrapped him inside of her moist softness. His moan was instantaneous. He gripped her head with both hands, one on each side of her face and he watched as she closed her eyes and worked her magic. He slowly began to pump, moving with the rhythm she established. He tilted his head to the side and looked down her body. He commanded, "Hold up your breasts for me. Play with yourself. Squeeze your nipples." Her hands followed his command as he continued to hold her head and pump into her mouth. "Oh yeah. That's it, baby." His ass flexed with each pump. He watched her hands move around the contours of her body. Reaching down, he replaced her hands with his and enjoyed the malleable feel of her tits. She in turned wrapped her hands around his ass and felt the flex of his ass muscle move. She moaned at the feel of the power of his body. He was still gentle at this point; but he began picking up the pace. She moved her hands up his ass to his lower back and back down to the crevice at the bottom of his ass. One hand stayed on her breast and the other went to tilt her head further back. He leaned more into her, driving deeper passed her lips into her mouth as she sucked him. She began moaning and the slow, soft vibrations helped to string him even tighter with tension. One hand left his body as she spread her legs on the couch. Looking down her saw the wetness gathered on her. She reached down with her right hand and sank three fingers inside her puss and began to fuck herself in front of him. He watched her fingers drive in deep; occasionally leaving to circled her clit with strong jerking motions. His balls tightened and he found himself closer to the end. "Suck my cock, Sin, baby. Show me how much you want this dick," he ordered it. Her sucking became more intense as she increased the pressure of her mouth. Sliding up and down his shaft, her head bobbed as she moved, fast like a piston. Her left hand left his ass and moved around to his balls. He moaned, tilting his head back. Lost in the feelings. He couldn't look at her anymore. Looking at her decreased his changes of stretching this out. But he still could feel her and he felt his body break out in a sweat and his breathing increased. He moaned again, fighting for control and he pumped harder. Her left palm had cupped his balls and squeezed lightly. Then reaching between them she stroked her way back into the space between his sacs and his ass hole. She stroked the small section of hard skin, made more so by his erection and applied pressure to her stroke. "Ahhhhhhh!" he moaned, louder now. "Shit!" he felt the push of her fingers. He was closer now. Closer than ever, on the edge of having one of the biggest nuts of his life. "So good. Suck it," he moaned. Looking down again, he watched her grip his hips so she could concentrate on her sucking and the direction of her head bobbling. He watched as she pulled away from him, leaving a trail of precum juice in her wake before cumming herself. It was noticeable in the catch of her breath and the shudder of her body. Not letting it stop her, she went back in and swallowed him whole and that was the point where he lost it, watching her tremble while sucking his dick. Spraying the juice of his cock down the velvet tunnel of her mouth, he watched as the milky whiteness spilled from the ends of her lips and down her chin as she continued to suck him off in a gentler rhythm. What didn't spill she drank. He felt weak, losing his balance he fell back onto the coffee table, gripping the edge. Looking into his eyes, her tongue lashed out to the corners of her mouth as she ate him off her face. Her legs were spread again and she moved her fingers to the gapping hole of her pussy. Biting her lower lip, she played with her pussy for him. He laid half back as he watched her pleasure herself, losing himself in the show. She was so fucking sexy. He watched her as she became more excited with him looking at her so intensely. Her hips began to move as she pumped them off the couch, driving her fingers in her puss with speed. Her clit, wet and hard, slapped up against the palm of her hand, making noises as she fucked herself for him. Her eyes narrowed as the feelings rose higher and higher. Her mouth grasped open, her tongue was damn nearing rolling out passed her lips and she began to drool from the corners of her mouth. "Ahhhh. Ahhh. Ohhh. Ha ha ha." Soft pants exited her mouth, sounds that formed no words but had more meaning than even the most complex of sentences. He watched and watched as she humped and fucked and slapped and drooled and sweated with each lunge, until finally she jerked violently in front of him. Her hand was rapidly slamming into her pussy. She was smacking her pussy, almost spanking it violence with the palm of her hand until a tortured scream flew from her lips as she exploded in a wave of cum. Exhausted she fell back. Her body slack, her eyes closed, her breathing out of control. He was hard again. Moving from his table he leaned over and reached for her. She was like a rag doll as he lifted her up in his arms. In this state he could do anything to her body that he imagined. "Wrap your legs around my waist." She barely heard him, but after a few seconds she was able to follow his command. Adjusting her accordingly, he carried her to the bedroom. He didn't leave her side for the rest of the night. They reached a new point in their relationship, one there was no turning back from. The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 03 "Come on baby." She forced herself to relax as she arched her back. He slipped inside. The sensation was unlike anything she ever experienced and as he pushed in deeper she found it easier to accept all of him. It was an experience that she briefly felt had nothing to do with her, but at the same time it was the most intense encounter they had by far. He, on the other hand, remembered back to the first time he knew he wanted to fuck her in her ass. It was actually at their parents' house a few weeks back during a family BBQ outside by the pool. She just got of the water and was bending over looking for a towel. The position was perfect in helping him form countless wet dreams regarding her, but this was no dream, this was reality. He was fucking his baby sister's ass. He squeezed the round curves, pulling them apart and together, watching his cock be engulfed by her pink and brown flesh. Sliding his hands up her back, from the crease in her ass to her shoulder blades he leaned over her, covering her body with his until there wasn't a breath of space between them. His hands traveled down her arms, which were tense from supporting her weight. He moved from them to her hanging breasts, cupping them, molding them to his liking. They were ear to ear, until she turned her head to kiss him. She smiled a smile full of love and warmth. He halted all movement on his part and lifted back up, away from her, away from her smile, away from her warmth. He repositioned his hands to the back of her neck and pushed. Following his pressure she fell face forward into the bed. Her face was covered from view by his hand and he lightly pushed her into the mattress. Then he began to move, fucking her ass in slow steady strokes, feeling her body out, and developing a rhythm. Her moan was heart retching, and unsettling, but she didn't ask him to stop. She was getting used to the weird sensations within her body, different, yet oddly familiar. Teasing her, he pushed harder. She screamed. "Am I hurting you?" "No... No, you're not." "Should I stop?" "No. Not yet, not yet..." He pushed again, this time moving his body forward with the lunge, bending slightly over her again. Her ass was so tight. There wasn't any re-lubrication, as he would experience with a pussy, so the slide felt even more contained and the feeling of the passage was different. Fucking her ass was more of a straight tight line, like a glove, in comparison to a pussy. A pussy was a bit more malleable than an ass. This fuck was a straight shot. One hand still stayed on the back of her head, burying itself in her hair, while the other slid back down her body, finding her pussy, which was loaded with juice. He couldn't get his all fingers inside her, but enjoyed letting his hand cup the upper part of her puss, crushing her clit in the process. It was then that her response level intensified. Her moans even more pronounced. He loved it. He loved bring in her ass and in her pussy at the same time, fucking her. Having her bent over like a bitch. His beautiful bitch and she loved it too. Denise wouldn't let him fuck her like this. Their sex, his and Denise's, was good, but with Sin he felt a freedom that was carnal, with her he didn't have to hold back or worry about being gentle. He had marks all over his body from when she held on to him, not wanting to let him go. Keeping him as close to her body as possible. He lifted his body up again, but this time he took her with him as he continued pumping into her body, fucking her from behind. He leaned back, sitting on his calves as he took her body weight, fucking upward into her. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and her body tightened around him, convulsing in tiny shivers testifying to her journey over the edge. She was cumming and he could feel it, he could feel it and a heartbeat later he followed her over with a bang, in the tightest hole he ever experienced. So from that point on, their sex-play took on a whole new element. There wasn't a part of her body that he didn't use for his enjoyment, well almost, and she loved every moment of it. He fucked her just the way she always knew he would. She never felt more sexually alive than when she was in his arms nor did she ever came harder. She also loved the affect she had over him. All she had to do was look at him a certain way and no matter how important the topic or situation was, he always gave in and moved her to heights she didn't think possible. There was no doubt about it-- the sex was damn good. So why was there a part of her still unsatisfied? The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 04 Hell’s Unexpected Chill She walked down the street with a confidence that was inward-born. Her long black hair flowed. The streetlights caught the glint in her hair as it bounced with her sensual stroll down Main Street. The heads that turn were no surprise and stimulating beyond belief. People stopped. Men stared, women glared. And the light breeze that danced across her nipples caused her to pause, shudder, and cream. He was sitting outside. They were meeting for a late dinner. It was sometime after 10 p.m. There were several late diners around him. They were the ones who saw her before he did. His eyes were glued to the menu. They alerted him to her arrival. He looked up and his eyes widen in surprise then changed to lust, as a smirk developed across his lips. He saw what they saw—her outfit. Black was the color of choice; the short skirt came down to mid-thigh. The black lace merry widow corset was her newest import from Fredrick’s of Hollywood, with one slight adjustment; there were cut outs in the cloth over each of her nipples. The alteration made them visible to all who looked her way. With nipples erect and eager she took the seat opposite to him. The waiter came up to the table. With eyes on the pad in front of him he failed to see the exotic costume she donned. “May I take your order?” There was silence. Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her and she was lost in the heat of his stare, becoming more aroused by the minute. Looking up, the waiter finally noticed her nipples and did a double take. His mouth opened in shock and his dick hardened before her. He wanted her too. His eyes held captive by lust. “Give me a small dish of melted chocolate, warm, not hot, and a bottle of your best white wine,” ordered Michael. “I... uh… uh…” “Now!” The waiter scurried off like a mouse, finally freed from a trap. “Well, well, well. Aren’t we a bad little bitch, today? Walking around like that with your nipples exposed to the world. Not even your breasts, just your nipples, hard and waiting to be sucked and pulled. Oh yea, someone is being very very bad.” She shuddered. Her pussy was clenching. “Raise your left leg and put it on the table.” The high heel of her shoe snagged across the white linen. “No panties? Good.” Moist pussy lips gleamed and burned in the candlelight. “Push that extremely short skirt higher and let everyone see how well you play with your pussy, my fuck toy. Massage your clit for me baby. Show me that naughty lil slut that hides inside.” Long delicate fingers slid across lubricated skin. The swollen, brown, and pink flesh of her clit was sandwiched between them, the fore and middle fingers. They tightened around the nub, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. “Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned. The need to close her eyes was strong. “Don’t! Look at me while you do that.” Blurry vision cleared as fingers swirled and slid. His white cotton pants were now unbuttoned and his hard cock stood up-- motionless. The Irish cream-colored flesh of his cock against the startling white cloth was intoxicating to the eye. The bottom part of his jacket forearms collected dust across its surface as he rigidly clutched the arms of the wooden chair he occupied. Restraint was his goal. The waiter appeared moments later with two wine glasses. His eyes, of course, immediately went to her. They traveled from those nipples to the raised leg and back again. Then realizing what she was doing he slowly leaned forward until he was hunched over the table, almost falling on top of it in an attempt to see further between her legs. Amused, Michael called the waiter’s attention back to the task at hand. “The wine?” “Oh…. Yes. Sorry sir.” The waiter poured a sample for his approval. Once obtained, he filled both glasses halfway. Leaning forward she took her glass in her right hand and sipped, never once removing her fingers from her moist center. The waiter left and returned with the dish of melted chocolate and placed it between them. He was ordered to leave and he did so reluctantly. Leaving his seat, Michael moved to the chair directly to her left. Dipping his finger into the chocolate he waited for the final dip before transferring the sticky liquid to the nipple closest to him. He smeared it on while he watched. Sipping her wine, she watched his fingers continued stroking, looking down she saw his cock, still naked, still hard, still wanting. “You know I want to fuck you and now because of your little stunt, I ache even more than I did before. Waiting is going to be harder. Therefore, I am going to have to punish you. You know that don’t you?” Gripping her breast in a steel-like grip. He squeezed the soft mount and lifted the nipple upward toward his awaiting mouth. His wet lips circled the nub and he, of course, preceded to suck and nibble and bite, just the way he knew she liked it. Sucking, and rubbing, and twisting the flesh, each new technique kept her withering in her chair. The smell of her became more potent. The sound of squishy flesh became louder with each passing of her self-fingered fuck. He moaned as he lost himself in her flesh, and began stroking his cock. I noise caused him to look up. Standing a few feet away, hiding, was their servant. “Sean?” he called out to the waiter. “Come here.” The waiter was back, watching, instead of waiting. “Her other nipple. Take it. Twist it and pull it, soft, then hard, alternate the strokes. She likes that. No sucking.” The waiter fell to his knees beside her, reaching for the remaining nipple, stroking the flesh, squeezing the nub, watching as her hips humped the night air, losing his breath as her body danced to an uneven rhythm. Her thighs hitched higher on the table, to give herself more access, exposing more of her pussy to the world. “Ahhhhhh,” she cried. Losing her grip. The glass shattered onto the hard concrete beneath them. “Take your fingers from your puss and give them to the waiter. Put them in his mouth.” Sean hooked onto them instantly. His harsh breath was loud as he sucked the juices from her fingers, almost franticly. He looked like he wanted to cum even more so than she. Loving it, Michael laughed and began licking her earlobe. His hand replaced his lips on her breast and continued to squeeze the soft pillows, in and out of the cloth. “Oh my sweet baby-slut. You are so much fun, but don’t think I won’t punish you. You need to be. However, it isn’t the way you think. I’m going to let you get fucked. Ohhhhhh. Look at you. You like that don’t you? You like the idea of you getting fucked, right here, right now, before dinner, for everyone around you to witness? I knew you would. You are such a bad little girl. But here is the punishment, yes, you’ll get fucked, but… it won’t be by me.” She moaned deeply in protest. “Instead, I’m going to watch as he does it.” He nodded his head to her right, indicating the young man stroking her so intensely. “The waiter.” Sean jerked so hard from his spot the whole chair she was sitting in jerked too as he pushed against it. Her eyes clashed with Michael. “I want you.” “I know baby and I want you, but you’ll have him first and you’ll endure it, but you’ll also enjoy it because you can’t help yourself. But he won’t be me. You’ll have to wait for my cock. You’ll have to settle and it is allllll yourrrrrr fault.” Learning back, he ordered, “Fuck her Sean.” The boy could barely steady his shaking hands. He undid his belt buckle and revealed a pair of gray boxer shorts. Pulling out his cock caused her to moan in despair. He fell a little short of average. Taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself. She could do this. She can do anything if she worked at it. She once made herself cum on a Bic standard black pen and luckily he, though not by much, was bigger than a pen. Lifting her other leg she rested it on the arm of the chair and let him climb on top of her. His cock buried itself as deep as it was able, and was completely surrounded with soft, slick, skin. He didn’t wait for permission, nor did he wait for the word indicating that they had changed their minds. He started to fuck her, ramming his thin body hard against hers, again, again, and again. His hips slapped against her wet pussy. With her legs so far spread and her clit exposed and vulnerable, each slam into her body was instant stimulation. Within minutes she was calling out Michael’s name, while cumming on the waiters cock, as he slammed, slammed, slammed into her. All the while, Michael watched and his need for control was sipping. He was supposed to wait, but watching her, watching the pleasure on her face, seeing how much she loved it, made it all almost unbearable. Finally, bellowing his release Sean fell against her. His body engulfed hers almost crushing her under his weight. Taking pity, Michael pulled the boy off her and let him fall to the hard, gray ground. His ass would have a bruise in the morning. Leaning close, Michael lovingly kissed her lips and positioned himself where the boy once was. “You’re mine, Sin.” Thrusting deep, he came in an instant. Michael jerked awake just as the steaming cum shot out from his dick in a powerful burst that had his hips launching forward, jerking him from his bed. He nearly fell. His heart felt as if it were going to explode. Grasping for air, he fell back on the bed. His body was covered in a river of sweat. His eyes stung from it. He wiped the moisture from his mouth and he inhaled once again. Looking quickly to his left he saw that Denise was still sleep. She was exhausted over the last case she tired. For over two months she was up to the early morning hours, with very little to no sleep, but he wasn’t concern with her right now and didn’t even care if he woke her up, there was only one thought resounding in his mind. Cyn. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, how much longer he could hold out. That was such a weird dream. He never had anything like it. The idea—the sex in public, that was unbelievable, it felt freeing too, to be able to do what they do without hiding. And the punishing, punishing her for making him want her, that too he understood, but he had no idea what her fucking the waiter was about. Maybe he had some repressed kinkiness he didn’t know was there, but he did know if he ever wanted to explore it, Cyn would be the perfect partner in crime. But overall, he realized he learned one thing through that dream, and it wasn’t the fact that he wanted to fuck her, he already knew that, even if he pretended not to know the truth. No, he knew he wanted her, but for the first time ever, he also knew with unmistakable clarity, with no doubts or disillusions, that soon the wanting would be over. She had won. There was no denying it any longer. He was going to fuck her, and once he crossed that line, he wasn’t going to stop. *** He drove by her house, but she wasn’t there. It was around 2:30 in the morning and being the night owl she was she probably was at her favorite hangout. What was with her and strippers? He started the car and took the 20-minute drive there. He found her secret parking spot and parked beside her red BMW. He decided to wait in the alleyway for her. That way he could see when she came out without being too obvious. In the mean time he checked his messages. The day was too busy and he didn’t have a chance to earlier. Then he thought back, to one particular night, not too long after they first became lovers. They were in bed, talking after an intense few hours of pleasuring one another. They talked, unlike any talk they had before. They laughed, and reminisced on childhood things and grown-up experiences. Secrets were reveled, embarrassments were shared, and fears were addressed. They were lying in bed separate from one another, staring into each other’s eyes, laughing. “Did I tell you about the time I lost my virginity.” “Yeah. You and that boy across the street, Scottie, was it? Yeah. I remember him. I suspected there was something going on, you both would come home from college and spend all your time with one another. If I knew for sure, I would have killed him.” She laughed, “Yeah. Well, you weren’t offering to help a sister out, so you really didn’t have a say. I actually gave it up to him the same week as that night I came to your bed. I was like—fuck it. What’s the point of saving it?” He was silent, not knowing what to say to that. “You know, now thinking back and with the way things have been between us lately, I get the feeling that there may have been more to Scottie and his sister, Chris than it appeared to be.” “You think they were lovers?” he asked in surprise. “Maybe. There was a tension there, not unlike ours... I don’t know. Anyway, back to my point. Scott was my first lover, but that isn’t what I asked you. I asked you did I ever tell you how I lost my virginity?” “Okay. I’m confused.” She laughed and buried her face into her pillow. A muffled ‘never mind’ made its way to his ears. “No. No never mind. You can’t ‘never mind’ it now. You bought it up.” “I knowwwww. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, I guess it is all this pouring out our souls and everything stuff. Never mind.” “Nope.” He reached over and made her turn her head back toward him, but her eyes were tightly shut, denying him the chance to gloat in front of her. “Come on. Tell me. I want to know now. I won’t tease you, promise.” Sighing she opened one eye at looked at him. Once seeing his sincerity she opened the other and let the story unfold. “I think it about two years before our ‘encounter’ in the garage apartment. Around this time I was already half way in love with you and curious about sex as any teenager, this was way before I even knew about vibrators. “Hey, whatever happened to Michael, Jr.?” She laughed, “Oh him. Yeah, well he didn’t last too long. After a year or so I had to upgrade. He died. Sorry.” “Damn, which I could have met him.” “It’s okay. You can buy me a new one.” “Deal, but only if I get to watch you break him in.” “Deal. Now back to my story. You know how mom likes to make those garden salads and would keep the bowl of vegetables on the kitchen counter?” “Yeahhhhhhhhh.” “Well. One night we were watching this comedy show on HBO. I don’t remember what it was, but I do remember a guy on it made a joke that took me two days to figure out. They were talking about a book that they predicted was going to be very popular and this guy said the book would probably sell faster than cucumbers in a women’s prison, and I remember mom and dad dying with laughter, but I had no idea what it meant, but that was because I kept picturing them all chopped up like mom had them in her salads.” Michael laughed. “But that weekend I walked into the kitchen and I saw the bowl of vegetables and it all made sense.” Michael lifted himself up from the bed and looked down at her. “No,” he declared in shock. “You didn’t!” “There was this really small one in there and after some careful consideration, I figured, why not.” “Oh…my…god.” Michael fell back onto the bed laughing almost uncontrollably.’ “Shut up, or I won’t tell you.” “Hahahahahaha. Ok ok ok, I’m sorry. Continue.” “Okay. Well I took the smallest one and washed it off. Then I went into the bathroom to get the cheap 99 cent lotion as lubrication just in case, but I really didn’t need it, because at the time I had this really effective fantasy that worked every time to get me incredibly wet. “Really? Do you remember what it was?” “Of course.” “Care to share?” She sighed. “It was about you, of course. I would imagine you would come in my room, hold me. Tell me how much you loved me. How much you needed me. You were my best inspiration.” He just smiled, so she continued. “Anyway. I laid down and I started thinking of you and began touching myself like I imagine you would if you were with me. My face, my lips, my neck and breasts, my hips and pussy. The usual and just when I was all achy, I picked up the cucumber and tried to insert it. Michael, when I say it hurt, that is an understatement. I don’t know how so many girls in high school get away with telling such horrible lies about how perfect their first time was because I didn’t think it was possible for a pussy to ever be stretched that far and still feel good. And it was a really small cucumber, but way bigger than any of my fingers. I really had to take my time with inserting it, just so I could adjust, you know? One good thing about it though was I think it prepared me for Scottie. The cucumber felt way worse, or maybe I knew what to expect.” Michael busted out laughing. She paused. Then getting it, she laughed too. “No, Scottie wasn’t small. I just meant I was more opened. Stop laughing at me! (She sighed.) Anyway, I inserted it in my pussy and was sliding it back and forth, and after a while it got easier, you know. It wouldn’t go in but so far. I guess it was restricted by my hymen because I would reach a certain spot and the pain got extremely worse.” Calming down he replied, “Why didn’t you just stop?” “Because I was determined to learn what the big hype was about with a dick. I mean I knew I knew how to have an orgasm. I had one of those before, but I didn’t know how to have one with intercourse and wanted to see. So I fucked the cucumber. After a while the pain became less and then I pulled it out for a few moments to readjust. After about 15 minutes I started again, I wanted to see if I could push it in deeper, pass the point of the pain, but I had trouble, so in the end I decided to let gravity help me out. I got on my knees and put the cucumber right beneath me and started to sit on it. It went in as I pushed down and all of a sudden this agonizing pain shot through my body and I started to scream. Mom must have been passing by my door at that very moment because she stormed in, alarmed. I was so startled I paused in my movement of lifting up to pull it out of me, and fell back on top of it screaming as in sunk in deep inside me, breaking my hymen and braking off in half inside of me. Mom stood there at the end of the bed in shocked as she saw me fall over in pain. After a moment had passed I was able to regain control but it still hurt and I was afraid to touch it. I was a wreck. There were tears all over me and in between my legs was half of a cucumber lodged in my pussy. Mom stood there speechless. If it didn’t hurt so much I would have been embarrassed, in fact I was mortified later. Mom must have realized what had happened because only part of it was in my hand. She came toward me and help me lay on my back and she slowly pulled it from my body and helped me clean up. Michael it was the most embarrassing moment of my life.” “What did mom do after that?”-- “Actually she was pretty cool about it. She sat me down and we a real talk about the birds and the bees, not just that technical BS they feed you in Sex Ed, but a real talk about men and relationships and what sex is really like, not what they tell you in those trashy romance novels mom had hidden in her dresser drawer.” “Damn, Cyn. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry over that story.” “Laugh. I survived it, but haven’t you ever noticed that mom no longer puts cucumbers in her garden salads? She couldn’t even look at them when we went to the grocery store. Usually it’s children who are traumatized by their parents, not the other way around.” Michael eyes widen and the laughter he tried his best to contained burst forward with vigor. Smiling, she soon joined him. He reached out, pulled her close and kissed her cheek. “Only you Cyn, only you.” A movement caught the corner of his eye and he lifted his head up, braking away from the memory. Cyn was leaving the establishment, thirty minutes after he arrived and she wasn’t alone. She had friend, a woman. He didn’t know if he was disappointed or relieved that she didn’t go alone. The Day Hell Froze Over Ch. 04 They walked toward his direction but paused before they crossed to his side of the street. As he watched, he saw Cyn lean into the woman. Their manner was intimate, very intimate. He wondered at that. Then he saw them kiss. It wasn’t s soft peck. I was a lover kiss. Straightening up, he looked closer at the other woman. When they parted, the other woman threw her head back in laughter and then realized he knew her. It was Jessie, the stripper who entertained them that very first night. Apparently Cyn kept in touch. They parted and Cyn looked both ways before she decided to cross the street, heading directly toward him. He moved further back in the alley, about half way and waited in the shadows. He didn’t like this route she took and maybe it was time he taught her a little lesson. She wouldn’t listen any other way. Just when she passed him, he jumped out behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck. After that moment he can’t tell you what happened, all he knew was he somehow ended up on his back with a foot being stomped into his stomach. He heard her footsteps running away when he called out her name. She stopped, hesitated, and turned back to the figure curled up on the ground behind her. He called out again and she realized she knew who he was. She walked back to him and knelt beside him. “Michael?” she whispered as she helped him to his feet. “What do you think you’re doing?” Leaning up against the side of the dirty building, holding his stomach, he laughed, “Can’t you tell? I’m teaching you a lesson in the dangers of night alley walking. Aren’t you terrified?” the sarcasm only made her smile, especially when she saw he was quickly recovering from her attack, or rather her defensive manures. “Where did you learn to flip a man my size like that?” “Don’t you remember I took self defense for two years when I was at college? I told you I could take care of myself.” Laughing, he responded, “Yeah, you did. Well, now that we know you can protect yourself. Tell me who’s going to protect me?” “Protect you? From what?” “From you. From my need of you.” She pulled away from him. “We discussed that. You need to stay away from me, I need to stay away from you, until we can control this.” He pushed away from the wall and reached for her hands. “What if I don’t want to control myself any longer?” “Michael…” she began backing away, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled her closer into a hug. “I love you, Sin. I love you so fucking much and I miss you. You are right, I’ve been holding back, but I don’t want to hold back anymore. Let me inside, let me inside and I promise I’ll make it worth it. Come on baby, come on.” As he spoke to her he was turning her until her back was to the wall. She knew she should say no. They made absolutely no damn sense. This was a classic case of ‘be careful what you wish for you just might get it.’ She knew now that he was right before, they should never have opened Pandora’s box, but now that they have…. She gave into his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. He reached down and lifted her up, bracing her against the wall. He helped her wrap her legs around his him, where she locked them behind him. She smelled so sweet. Her perfume was just as strong as it was when she first put it on. The kiss was hot and intense. He could taste the wine on her tongue; smell the smoke in her hair and it turned him on. Reaching for the neck of her bloused he ripped it open sending buttons flying. Her crème colored lace bra was pulled to the side so he could find those nipples he has been dreaming about. He squeezed them tightly and lifted them up. Smiling, he looked into her eyes. “Would you like a taste?” she laughed at his question. She never really thought about it before, but they were big enough, perhaps she could. Still holding his gaze she turned her head downward, toward the tip. Her tongue flickered out grazing the tip. Then slowly she opened her lips and surrounded the tip of her own nipple and began to suck. He leaned in and licked around her sucking lips. She released her nipple to give to him. His lips replaced it and she moaned at the contact. She kissed the side of his lips as he kissed her dark brown flesh. She never felt more close to him than in that moment, she kissed his cheek, his brow, and his forehead. He smelled like baby oil and ivory soap. Their lips met again. His hands traveled up her thighs and pulled her thong underwear from her body to her knees. His fingers dipped deep inside. She took two of them instantly, with a few more strokes they were accompanied by another and then another. With four fingers buried to the hilt and his thumb on her clit she was in pure heaven. He didn’t bother moving in and out at this point. He just concentrated on moving his fingers in the tight space; he stroked the top of her pussy walls, with a firm strong pressure. It was amazing. It was like having his dick, tightly embedded and curved upward to find that g-spot but only better because it was more centered. It didn’t take long for her temperature to rise, it didn’t take long until she had tearing her lips from his so she could pant for her next breath, and it sure as hell didn’t take long for him to have her crying out in pleasure as he milked her pussy to climax. He lifted her thighs forward, bending them toward her chest. It would be easier to remove her panties, but to do that he would have to move away for her body and he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. She was coming down from her high when he released himself from his pants. After a minute she noticed his lack of movement. Something had caught his attention. Following his stare downward she saw his dick through the spaces around her panties. He was holding it with a few centimeters from her opening. She grasped in surprise and from there her breathing stopped. They watched as he moved toward her pink, wet tissue. They watched as her inner lips opened like a flower. They watched as he disappeared within her body. There is nothing sexier than seeing a dick burying itself in a pussy, especially when you are feeling it too. Neither of them moved until his dick reached the end. She felt a slight stinging when his cock bumped against her cervix, hole to hole. It was then that he looked up, staring into those deep brown eyes. “Is this what you wanted?” She smiled the most beautiful smile and looked back down to watch. He then began the dance. The sight that fascinated him most was watching how his dick got moister each time he withdrew. Seeing her juice, her lust on his cock nearly drove him crazy and that reflected itself in his movement, in his thrust. He became forceful with each push inward. They developed a rhythm, one that came with a bounce. That’s when you know the fuck is a deep one, an intense one, when your whole body moves with it. His balls pounded against her ass as he felt the moisture spread. They were so wet, the juice of their fucking poured forth, spreading around his dick, even the lower half of his abs, soaking her pussy and it wasn’t all from her. He looked back into her eyes and thought hit him—he was fucking his baby sister. His dick was up inside her body and he was fucking her pussy with his dick. Soon he would be spilling his cum inside of her. That cum will fill her and be absorbed by her body, it would become part of her—he would become part of her. She gripped him, as he moved. She moved with him, fucking him as he fucked her, in this alleyway. They could hear the people not more than fifty feet away from them, but he still pumped, he still filled her. The sweat was seeping through his clothes, sticking them to him. The brick from the wall was cutting into her back, but she wasn’t feeling it, she was felling the pleasure, she was feeling the cum, rising up through her body with the surge of his. “Fuck me, Michael. I’m close. I need more. I need more. You feel so good. I knew you would. I’m so fucking hot. Fuck me, Michael, please, make me cum. Please, Michael, make me cum.” Michael reached around her, sliding his forearms up against her back, pulling her closer to him, and as his palms wrapped around her shoulder blades he push her downward as he fucked upward. He fucked up inside her body, by means of her cunt and pushed her downward to meet the force of his fuck. She cried out in pain. She loved it. She pushed down with him as he fucked up, he was so deep inside, their bodies were pressed against one another. It was his breath on her lips that she remembered last as she exploded around him, milking his dick for its juices and he didn’t wait a minute in giving them to her. He flooded her with the hot seed, burning her from the inside out. His knees nearly gave from the weight of her due to his own weakness but he managed to hold on, he managed to hold them both upright. He leaned against her and let her legs fall lower on his hips. His face was buried in her neck. Their scent was all around them. With the movement of her legs sliding lower, her pussy clenched around his cock, involuntarily. “Mmmmmm,” he moaned. Her tightening triggered something in him again. He began to pump his hips slowly, growing harder with each push. Her breath caught and she griped the back of his hair, pulling his face away from her neck. They blindly kissed again as he increased his thrusting. “Oh god,” she moaned, her pussy slightly raw. A flicker of arousal imbedded deep flared strong. He growled as he pushed harder in her passage. He buried his face back into her neck and bit her. She cried out again. Her passion ignited something deep within him and all his control left him. He proceeded to jam himself deeply inside of her, pumping with all his might, jack hamming her against the wall until she couldn’t hold back the whales anymore. She screamed her way through her second climax. He followed over with a short shout and they began to slide down the wall. After a moment, his soften flesh fell from her body and in its wake was hot semen juice, spilling from her hole. Their breathing slowly returned to normal. “Why?” she asked. “Why what?” “Why now?” “I guess… the fear of not loving you again, was greater than my fear of loving you. No one touches me the way you do, no one. Not even Denise.” She turned her face upward toward his and kissed his chin. “I love you, Michael. I always have.” He hugged her tightly against him, never wanting to let her go. Laughter trickled its way from the adjacent street to them. “We should go,” she said. After straightening up their clothes they left the alleyway and headed toward their cars. She spoke again. “What next?” He laughed, reaching for her hand, interlacing their fingers. “I was thinking your place, my bed is preoccupied.” “Yea. I figured, but shouldn’t you go back home. Wouldn’t she find it odd she went to bed with you and woke up without you?” “I’ll think of something. You can help me.” She paused, they reached their cars but instead of opening hers she turned toward him. “You sure you wanna continue down this road, with the sneaking about and the lies?” He pulled her closer to his body and kissed her again. “If you are asking me, are you worth it, are we worth it, then I’m going to have to say yes. I don’t care who I have to lie to be with you, because the sex is just that… damn… good, as well as the love. But I do care who I hurt, so we’ll have to be more cautious in the future, which also, unfortunately, cuts into our future public displays of affection—oh remind me to tell you about my dream—but following that belief, you are right, I probably should go home. But I would be lying if I didn’t say I want to hold you in my arms for the rest of the night and wake up to your scent surrounding me and start my day in the warm cavern of your body, cumming my way… home.” She smiled. “I told you this day would come.” He sighed, “Care to be more specific?” Opening her driver seat door, she got in. She looked up into his brown eyes and started the car. Then she smiled that smile that always seemed to tell him when he was in trouble. “I told you there would be a day when you wouldn’t be able to resist me, at all cost.” And with those words she was gone. But this time, he was right behind her. He tightened his collar as he got into the car and turned up the heat as he roared down the street after her. For some reason, he felt a very unexpected…chill. The End. ~ I feel like this was my first true attempt for a love story, sorta, kinda. Ha.:o) I don’t know. Hope I did it justice. I mostly wrote it so I could do the Cyn/Sin thing. Lol. Inspiration comes in weird vehicles, sometimes. *Fantasy Kiss.~