6 comments/ 182397 views/ 26 favorites Top of the World By: indy_pop Author’s note: (This is the continuation of my previous story “Hiking in the Mountains”) Chapter 1 The day turned out to be more adventurous for mom and I. We stayed mostly at the edge of the water stream fucking our brains out. We fucked in every possible way, in every possible manner two people could fuck. I did not remember how many times I filled my mother’s cunt, ass and mouth with my cum. Whenever I felt tired I took some rest or just dived into the refreshing cool water of the stream, and as soon as I regained some strength I was back between my mother’s welcoming thighs. By the evening, I was so exhausted that my cock finally refused to stand. I was surprised the way my mother participated in our licentious sports; she still appeared fresh after numerous rounds of fucking and sucking. Never did I realize that my mother could be such cock hungry pussy. After every fuck she appeared even more aroused. Finally, I surrendered. We stopped for the day and returned to the cabin. I was so drained that by the time we had our dinner; I was simply drooping. Although, I had plans about fucking mom again during the night, however, as soon as I entered my sleeping bag I fell asleep. I did not remember when mom came to sleep and got up only in the morning when mom actually pulled me out of my sleeping bag. We started our return journey early in the morning, before the sunrise. We walked for the next two hours before I got the view of Mr. Bob's inn. I took a sigh of relief. The inn was crowed as tourists had started pouring in. I ate ravenously; I think it was the best breakfast of my life, never before I had felt so famished. After the breakfast, we dropped our belongings in our car and about half an hour later, we were at home. Both of us were very tired so throughout the day we did nothing other than sleeping. I did not even bother to go to my room and simply slept with my beautiful mom in her bed. In any case, after becoming a certified motherfucker I had every right to sleep with her in her bed. It’s a different matter that I was so tired and so overtaken by sleep that I could not utilize this opportunity, and we did not fuck that whole day. Nevertheless, mom and I slept in each other arms, naked. Mom got up in the evening but I did not and continued sleeping. Late at night mom woke me up for dinner. I ate dinner and again went back to sleep. Sleep did wonders for me, and the next morning I was fully recharged. When I woke up; mom was already gone to the gymnasium. She would be back by afternoon. I got ready for school. Breakfast was kept ready in the kitchen. After finishing my breakfast I came out and locked the door. I knew my best friend Michael Wong, who lived next door, would be waiting for me, so I picked my bicycle and went to his house. Mike, as I called him was a childhood friend. The Wong family migrated from Hong Kong some ten years back. His father was a math teacher at my school before he died in a car accident two years back. His mother was a receptionist working at a local publishing company. His family now had Mike, his mother Michelle and his elder sister Suzy. Suzy was one year older than Mike, and she was one year senior to me in school. Mike was my classmate. I remembered years back when Mike was new to school, some of the older students tried to bully him. I protected him from those rogue students and that laid the foundation of our friendship, which had grown over the years. Mike was a studious type, very good in studies. I never liked studying and so he was my so-called mentor as far as my studies were concerned, always helping me with my homework and completing my assignments. We were aware of each other's most intimate and darkest secrets. He knew that I jacked off daily fantasizing about our class teacher Mrs. Wilson, and he also knew I was interested in his sister Suzy. I knew that he loved to watch his sister bathing, and I was certain that Suzy was the heroine of his sexual fantasies. I myself had masturbated a number of times thinking about fucking Suzy. I was desperate to share my latest achievement with him. Many a times in the past we had talked about losing our virginity and it was a matter of great curiosity that who would be the first to lose it. Therefore, we had decided that whenever any one of us would get his first fuck, he would tell the other. Like all other teenage boys, it was a matter of great pride to me and I was dying to share it with my best friend. I pressed the doorbell. In a moment Mike's mother opened the door. "Good morning, Ms Wong." "Morning Ted." She smiled. " Mike is getting ready. You can go to his room." Michele Wong was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. She was short, around five one in height, little on plump side. She had long black hair, hovering below her shoulder, a small round face, a cute little nose and beautiful lips. With her classical oriental look, she appeared like a tiny doll. She was wearing some Chinese traditional dress. I did not remember the name of that dress though Mike had told me a number of times. The dress was nicely fitted to her body, enhancing her body mounds and curves erotically. Never before had I looked at her sexually. Suddenly, I felt attracted to her. She must be a helluva fuck, I thought. "Thanks." I moved towards Mike's room. "How was your trip?" She asked from behind. I turned to her. The whole journey has suddenly become alive in my memory. I looked at her suspiciously as if she were aware of the events of our journey. "It was great Ms Wong." I replied while trying to imagine her plump juicy cunt. "Mom and I had an excellent time." Mike was ready when I entered his room. We came out of his house. It seemed Suzy had already gone to school, as I could not find her anywhere. We rode our bicycles to school. I wanted to tell Mike about my latest adventure immediately, but somehow I managed to remain silent till the school was over. My day at school was not good. Most of the time I was preoccupied with my thoughts and found it very difficult to concentrate in my studies. By the end of day, I had already received two reprimands. Finally the school was over; I took a sigh of relief. Mike and I collected out bags and came out. "Lets go to the lake." I suggested. "I've got something very interesting to tell you." I wanted a safe place where I could talk with Mike privately. The lake was about a fifteen-minute ride from school. It was not exactly a big lake; rather it was more like a big pond. Being situated away from the town the lake was not frequented much. It was mostly visited by people like us who visited it regularly during summers for swimming or fishing or some younger lovers, looking for a discrete place where they could copulate without any fear of getting caught. It was the best place where one could spend some time without being spotted by outsiders. Since our childhood we had explored the entire area near the lake and identified a number of hideouts. Those were totally obscure from casual intruders. Mike and I had been using these hideouts for enjoying our porn magazines, which we had secured with much effort. Many a times we had used our hideout for mutual masturbation. We were not gay, but occasionally it was quite a fun to hold each other cocks and make it cum. We stopped our bicycles near our secret place. I threw my bag on the ground and sat on a small rock. Mike followed me and sat beside me. He had guessed that I had something important to tell him. "So! What is the news?" He watched my expressions changing rapidly with excitement. "You look very excited." "Yes I am." I replied, it was now impossible to hold it anymore so I blurted out. "I've got my first pussy." His mouth was agape, he watched me suspiciously. "You mean you really fucked some gal." "Yeah." "And when did that happen…?" He still did not believe me. "During the weekend…" "O.K." Now he was sure that I was trying to fool him. "So who did you fuck? As far as I know you and your mom were hiking alone." "You are right." I finally dropped the punch line. "I fucked my mom." His mouth was now open even wider. He watched me incredulously. "Do you expect me to believe you?" "Yes, I fucked my mom, whole Friday and Saturday. I’ve lost the count." "You are a fucking liar; I cannot believe you." He said stubbornly. "Listen you asshole. I am not lying." I felt little irritated. "Just listen to the full story and then decide whether I am lying or not." I told him the full story, about our trip, about the goons, my mother's rape and then my fuck with mother, my hiding in closet and watching my mother fingering herself and finally our escapades during our second journey to Little Thumb. Mike listened to me attentively; his facial expressions were changing continuously, indicating that he believed my narration. When I finished, he was trembling with excitement, his hands rubbing his crotch. "Nobody…" His voice was quivering. "Nobody will believe that." "Yes, nobody will believe it." I repeated his words. "As we are not going to tell anyone else about it. Don't ever talk about this with anyone." "Would you be fucking her again?" He was visibly excited. "Why not?" The sudden thought about fucking mom again made me hard. I pulled my rigid cock out of my pants and started rubbing it. "Last night I slept with her in her bedroom. I can now fuck her whenever I want." "Can I see you…. your mom…naked?" "Sure." My mind was scheming. "If you let me watch Suzy. I know you watch her while she takes shower. If you let me fuck Suzy, I'll let you fuck mom." "It's a deal." Mike said without hesitation. "Well! Lets celebrate then." I started massaging my cock vigorously. Mike unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, now rigid and throbbing with excitement. Mike was short, about five three in height but he had a nice well-developed dick. His cock looked almost equal to mine. His foreskin was circumcised and its bulbous purple head was shining in the afternoon sun. Soon, both of us were panting and gasping for air. Our hands were working furiously over our cocks. I was muttering incoherently, and I knew that I was approaching my orgasm. "Fuck Suzy." Within a second, I howled and shot my first load. My cock jerked incessantly and spewed gobs of cum one after another, flying into air for a brief moment and then landing on ground near my feet. "For your mom." Mike cried and ejaculated. His cock juice followed the same pattern, first swooping in the air and then dropping to the ground. We groaned and whined as our spitting cocks jerked and ejected drops of cum after cum, which slowly became a dribbling and finally stopped completely. I squeezed my cock, and a final drop dribbled out of my peehole. I wiped my flaccid dick with a handkerchief and put it back inside my pants. I looked at Mike; his cock already disappeared inside his pants. He was cleaning cum off his hands. Having finished our job, we went back to our bicycles. Silently, we rode back to town and finally we reached to our house. "Be present at that window around four." I showed him a window opening into our living room while opening my gate. "You may get your opportunity today itself." I waited for mom to return. Meanwhile, I washed the dirty dishes and warmed the food. Due to mother's work schedule we had fixed duties. Before leaving for her job, mom would cook the breakfast and lunch in the morning and it was my duty to wash the dishes after returning from school and to warm lunch for her. Mom returned from the gymnasium around three forty. She changed her clothes and immediately went to the bathroom. She would take a nice long shower and then would go to kitchen for lunch. As soon as mom entered the bathroom, I opened the window. Mike was standing there, his face alive with anticipation. "Look." I told him. "I'm closing all the windows, but I'd let this one slightly open so that you can see inside. I'd try to bring her into our living room. But, if she doesn't come hear, just wait for five minutes and then come inside silently. I have kept the kitchen door open for you. Be careful not to make any noise." He nodded his head in agreement. "And listen. If I'm not here, most probably I'll be in mom's room. Just sneak in there carefully but for God sake don't make any noise. And one more thing, as soon as I finish with mom, go to the front door and ring the doorbell, twice. Got it?" "Yeah." I carefully pulled the curtains in all the windows except for the window where Mike was standing. There, I arranged the curtain so he could see everything inside the room. My heart was pounding with excitement. Originally, I had planned only to strip my mother naked but now I was thinking of fucking her in the living room, right in front of Mike's watching eyes. We hadn't fucked since Saturday night, and I was sure mom would also be equally horny. I waited eagerly for mom to come out of bathroom. I had changed my clothes and now wearing only shorts without any underwear. My bulge could be noticed even from a mile. I turned on the television, set the channel to some movie channel and increased the volume. I would have loved to put a porn movie in the CD player if I had one. Finally, mom entered the living room. She was in a white bathrobe, and she was scrubbing her wet hair with a towel. "What are you watching Ted?" She looked fresh and tempting. "Please turn it down a little, its too loud. I don't want neighbors banging my door." I did not use remote; instead I rose from the sofa and lowered the sound manually. Then, I turned to her. As I had expected, mother's eyes were suddenly glued to the enormous bulge in my shorts. She watched my bulging crotch for a moment. "Your friend looks very excited." She smiled lewdly. I inserted a finger inside the waistband of my shorts and lowered my shorts to my knees. I did not have any underwear, my raging hard on bounced out. "Mom, my friend is hungry." I told her while gently massaging my cock, pointing towards her lecherously. "He wants to plunge into your pussy and drink its sweet nectar." Mom's eyes were studying my erection; they were suddenly filled with lust. I tried to steal a look towards the window where Mike was standing. I could not see him, but I was certain that he was standing there, watching every thing. It was a different matter that he might not be able to hear our voices. I let my shorts fall to the floor. Stepping aside from them I moved towards mom and hugged her from behind. Passionately kissing her on her neck, I slowly opened her bathrobe and let it slide from her body. As I had expected mom was wearing only the bathrobe and she was completely naked underneath. I bent my head forward and turning her head I kissed on her lips, inserting my tongue into her mouth. Her wet hair gently touched my face; her hair smelled fresh with a mild fragrance of shampoo. Mom sucked my tongue hungrily. My hand slowly roamed over her hairy cunt slowly exposing her soft lips and showing her inner pinkish beauty. I had positioned mom so that her cunt was facing the same window where Mike was standing. I was kissing her in such a way that her vision was obstructed and she could not see the window. Mom's hand moved to my cock, which was nudging the crack of her ass. She grabbed my balls and lightly tickled and stroked them, causing my cock to push forward into her crack. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around my hardness and ran her palm along its length. I was aware that our position could be risky as mom might notice Mike's silhouette moving behind the window, so I led her to the sofa. I sat on the sofa. Mom was still standing in front of me, my face at level with her wet pussy. I took hold of her hips and pulled her gorgeous pussy into my face. I ran my tongue along her soft lips tasting the salty flavor of her cunt juice. Her cunt was smelling fresh, and a sweet mix of soap and her pussy juice filled my nostrils. Mom was getting wet and I hungrily lapped at her slowly flowing nectar. Mom grabbed my head in her hands pulling it deeper into her lascivious cunt. She was moaning loudly, thrusting her pelvis forward. I slurped her juice for some time, then took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked it. Mom responded by forcing my head back to the sofa and mounting my mouth. She was lusciously rubbing her pussy over my lips. I began to flick her clit while one of my hands traveled to her rear aperture. I probed her anus and slowly inserted my index finger into it. "Yeaaaaaaaaaah…! Keep going." She started to moan more loudly. My deft tongue was slurping at her clit while my finger was reciprocating inside her rectum. Without any warning, her orgasm suddenly shattered through her body. She closed her thighs forcefully around my head, and her soft moans turned into high-pitched screams. I continued gulping her juices till the throbbing in her cunt subsided. "Oh God! It was great." She sighed moving her body away from me. Mom forced me to sit on the sofa in a half bent position, and then she squatted on the floor beside me. She took my hairy sack into her palm and squeezed it lightly. She bent her head and kissed it. Then she took one of my balls into her hungry mouth and lovingly teased it with her tongue. I shuddered with delight. "Yes mom, lick my balls." I moaned hoarsely. Mom continued sucking my balls adeptly. Meanwhile, her other hand was gently stroking my rigid shaft. She slowly ran her palm along the length of my cock tracing up to its purple knob. She licked the thick drop of precum oozing out of my pisshole. She took my cock head into her hungry mouth and lathered its mushroomed head. "Oh…! Yes, Suck mom." I forced my cock into her mouth. "Suck my cock." I started groaning as I felt her lips sliding up and down the shaft. She was holding my cock at its base and the remaining length of my cock was moving like a piston in her sucking mouth. I too rocked my pelvis back and forth meeting her rhythm. The whole room was filled with our incestuous groans. I suddenly become conscious of my impending climax. Though, I would have loved to shoot my jism into her mouth, I had something different in my mind. I wanted to give Mike the best show of his life; I wanted him to see my mom getting fucked right in front of him. Fucking mom with someone peeping was such a tempting idea that I could not resist it. I knew if I let my cock blow inside her mouth, it would not be possible for me to recover immediately and I would fail to show my friend my prized possession. Mother was still busy sucking my cock, her hand softly squeezing and fondling my hairy sack. She was expecting my load any time as suddenly she had increased her tempo. I tried to force her head away form my crotch. She was reluctant to move away from me but when she realized that I wanted to fuck her, she withdrew happily. I tried to rise from my position, but she stopped me. She ushered me to lie on the sofa, and put a cushion below my head. I was lying flat on the sofa, my rigid organ jetting from my dark thatch and pointing towards the ceiling. Then she was on top of me, pinning my torso between her thighs. I felt my erect cock touching the tip of her cunt, feeling the wisp of her wet thatch smoothly gliding over my cock head. She took hold of my cock and guided its bulbous head to her dripping cunt and with a slow thrust she lowered her body. My cock stretched those rose petals lips and slowly entered the heavenly abode. She continued lowering her body driving my engorged cock deeper inside her wet twat. Slowly the whole length of my cock disappeared inside her delicious cunt. Her ass cheeks touched my sack, her soft wet bush mating with my coarse thatch. Top of the World Chapter 1 Some said it was the product of terrorists. Still others contended that it had been caused by our own deadly hubris, but my father had the answer curled into his fist, a weapon to hurl at the unrighteous world...the end of civilization had been the price levied for our sins by the hand of God. He, the good reverend Dr. Charles, a missionary of the Brotherhood of Martyrs, had been assigned to that frozen place long before my birth. There, on the edge of the continent he had made his place, with my mother by his side, and sought to lead the "unenlightened" of Barrow from their errant ways. That he had not been successful, was less because of his zeal for scripture, than because of the strict interpretation he placed upon it. There was no word but THE Word, no valid genuflection that was not at His feet. To think otherwise was to invite the wrath of the Almighty. Sinners all, the world south of the Brooks Range had failed the ultimate measure, and had been brought to its knees in penance. It had been inevitable. The people of Barrow respected the good Reverend, a badge of recognition for his sincere benevolence on their behalf. But in matters of faith they kept their own counsel, for the most part, and only a tiny flock of the most zealous had chosen to follow in his footsteps. It had been enough, however, to keep him painting the citizenry with hell and brim fire for over 20 years. And so there we were, my parents and I, cut off from the silent world below. No airplanes had crossed the Brooks Range in seven years, no barges had offloaded supplies in at least as long. The phones had long since outlived their usefulness, and even the ham radio that my father brought to life each and every Saturday morning had been silent for thousands of days. Either the world beyond the frozen mountains of the Brooks Range had forgotten us, or it had ceased to exist. They had called it Virus #112, but to those of us who lived in fear of its deadly embrace, it was known as "The Kiss of Death". It would be hard to say where The Kiss began, for it seemed to spring up from everywhere and nowhere all at once. One day the world was worrying about educating its children, and the next day it was burying them. As far as rumor went, The Kiss had almost no incubation period, no physiological enemies, and once it was contracted, it gave no hope for recovery. Thousands died within days, millions in the weeks that followed. The satellite stations and radio news were filled with the voices of the new apocalypse. A few months later, the bush plane links that serviced our small, isolated part of the world dwindled and ceased to exist. The barges that brought our much-needed supplies failed to arrive that summer. Finally, as though we had been written off entirely, the voices from beyond were stilled as well. Phones gave no response, radios no lilting tunes, and our cherished televisions became black holes that mocked our vulnerability. To my father it was both a vindication of his beliefs and an opportunity to increase his flock. Suddenly those who feared their own mortality began to hedge their bets and give lip service to any god they found available. The pews began to fill, and the sounds of hymns, sung in Inupiaq, began to drift across the frozen tundra on Sunday mornings. The world may have been lost, but my father was content with the side effects...a happy man in spite of it all. And so it was on the day after my 18th birthday, the day that Aiden arrived in Barrow. It was one of those perpetual days that fill the summer months for those of us who lived that far north of the Arctic Circle. The sun, lazily circling the sky until August gave it leave to find a resting place, had been far to the north when I first spotted him. His sail was but a bit of red, a fiery silhouette against the northern sky, and I squinted to make it out. A boat! But why was it wind driven? Had the world beyond reverted to nature's own generator? I watched for an hour as it rode the current to the northeast, vanishing occasionally behind an errant berg, tipping precariously beneath the icy breeze, then barely righting itself until it seemed as though the fragile craft would ultimately sink from sight and be lost all together. Quickly I ran along the graveled beach, plopped myself determinedly into my father's rowboat and began to make my way parallel to the frigid shoreline. It took a good half hour, for the wind-borne vessel had a good breeze behind it, but finally I pulled alongside and cast a rope over a cleat. It was then that I first saw him. He was thin, unnaturally so, his skin pale and ashen beneath its weathered mask. I saw no food in his craft, and his water jugs appeared empty and useless. I feared at first that the inhabitant of the small sailboat had lost his battle with life, for he lay still and deflated against the deck of his tiny craft. But, as I thumped my paddle against the wooden façade of his vessel, I saw him stir and try to rise. "Anniqsuiruq?", I called, more comfortable in Inupiaq under the circumstances. His eyes, glazed and dilated, gave no indication that he understood. And so, in my parent's tongue I called once more. "Hello! Do you need help?" It was a silly thing to ask, really, for his need could not have been more apparent. But, I was shaken and uncertain. What else was there to say? He opened his mouth to speak then, but the only sound that escaped his lips was a feeble croak, not English at all, but some form of fantasy language conjured out of the depths of thirst and fever. Troubled in the extreme, I realized the folly of my actions. Could I tow his craft to shore with my small rowboat? Already the winds that ruffled his sail mocked me. I was but a girl, what right did I have to snatch their victim from the sea? Once more my gaze fell upon him, and my heart fairly broke in two. He needed me. His life was in my hands. I had to enter the battle. I had to win. I had to... The wind began to quicken once more, and the sail blossomed along the mast. Quickly I secured my boathook and jabbed along the edges of the cloth until I felt it catch, tear, and finally fall deflated against the deck. Then, securing my line around the apex of the vessel's prow, I began to row. An hour passed, and a second until the sun had circled to the east and my muscles screamed in protest. Finally, my keel ground into the gravel near the Shooting Station, a barren point on the low peninsula to far to the northeast of town, and my body sagged against the oars. Why had no one come to help me, I wondered? Couldn't they see the plight I'd been in? And then it came to me. Of course they'd seen. They'd seen my tiny boat, and the unfamiliar craft that it towed and chosen to isolate themselves from the threat. The invader was from the "Outside", land of The Kiss. He was not welcome here. Trembling, both from exhaustion and the fear that they might be right in their hesitation, I threw my anchor above the high-water mark and tugged upon the tow-rope until the derelict craft was well grounded. Then, wading into the icy water in my break-up boots I surveyed the situation. The wasted body that lay before me looked to be at death's door. Certainly, he would not be able to greet another day without help. But, was it safe? His skin was pale beneath the ravages of the sun, and the hollows of his eyes spoke of dehydration and extreme exposure. His tongue was thick and cracked, as though he'd been sipping sea water in his desperation to survive. His arms were thin, and his ribs pressed against the ragged fabric of his shirt, but of the boils and bruises that accompanied The Kiss, there were none. Finally, he raised his eyes as if to plead for his very life, and I was undone. They were blue, so very blue, and in them I saw the man that he had been, and wanted once more to become. I had to help. And so, bracing my shoulder beneath his arm, I tugged him from his craft and wrestled his body to shore. Then, taking the small length of canvas that had once been his sail, I gathered the tatters and formed a lean-to of sorts along the beach to block the prevailing winds. Driftwood was plentiful here, six miles from town, and in short order I had a warm and welcomed blaze beating back the chill of the arctic afternoon. It wasn't long, however, until I heard the first ATV churning across the gravel from the direction of Barrow. It was my father! Apparently he had been informed of his daughter's indiscretion, and had come to evaluate the damage. The ATV slowed prematurely, then stopped altogether almost 50 yards away. My father sat on the padded seat, his voice lost on the breeze, drowned among the squawking of the sea birds. Finally, I was able to make out his message. "...is...he sick?" I heard over the interference. "Has he The Kiss, Abigail?" How could I answer him? I'd never seen The Kiss upon a living soul before! All I had to guide me were the early reports of the plague, as reported on those final television broadcasts that had vanished with the end of the world. "I...I don't think so, Father!" I called uncertainly. "He's terribly sick though, so I'm not certain!" My father paused at that, his footsteps frozen in place. "...you've...touched him, Girl. Can't.....home now until we know..." I was shocked! Had he said I couldn't return home? What would I do? How could I keep this man, and myself for that matter, alive? I'd been rash, so very rash, and now there was a price to pay. My father, as though reading my mind, called across the distance once more. "Keep...warm, Abby. Wait here!" Then, remounting his ATV, he sped back in the direction of town. I turned again to my charge. He was shaking by then, and the fire was slow to warm his thin body. So, taking off, my "atigi", my jacket, I covered him with it and brought more wood for the fire. By the time it had begun to dwindle, I could once more hear the sounds of ATVs in the distance. This time there were three four-wheelers coming my way, my father in the lead. Again I heard them pause where my father had stopped so recently, and call to me over the cries of the gulls. "Take him...to...the Sugarshack this side of N.A.R.L.. They're putting supplies in there for you. Don't...come to town!" The Sugarshack! Visions of the aging Quonset hut, so isolated now that NARL, the Naval Arctic Research Lab, had been abandoned, filled my mind. It was crude at best, a storage unit in its prime, but it would do. The gas lines from the wells to the west had been extended to the Sugarshack long ago, and it was insulated. It was a barren choice, but it would suffice. As I watched, one of the men dismounted his ATV and straddled the seat behind my father. Then, with a last look, he turned his machine westward and roared from view. The ATV that remained was obviously for my use, and as I neared it I spied a sled tethered to its rear. It would be hard going, dragging a sled along behind me on the barren gravel, but it could be done. It was the only way. And so I drove the encumbered machine over to my "patient", rolled his body aboard, then headed in the direction of our new "home". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 The Sugarshack had been well supplied, I noted with satisfaction. Dried fish lay in cords upon the racks that lined the eastern wall, home-canned vegetables from my parent's greenhouse, along with dried beans and wild berries. Muktak, seal, tuttu and the bounties of our short growing season filled the dimly lit space. A drum of fresh water had been placed near the heater in the center of the room, and a tiny kitchen had been established near our impressive cache of food. Our living quarters had been hastily organized along the western wall. There I found two mattresses, one atop a base of wooden Blazo boxes, and the other lying on a palate on the floor, our bedroom, I presumed. The thought made me blush. I'd never been alone with a man before, at least not in so domestic a situation. The fact that the stranger was unable to function as a man was inconsequential. He was still a man, and not of my ilk. How would I cope if... Suddenly he coughed, and I was shaken from my reverie. How foolish of me to lose myself in fantasy when reality was so demanding! Quickly I dragged his emaciated frame to the bed, and lay him upon the higher of the two, pressing a tin cup of cold water between his lips. Then, setting a filled kettle atop the tiny cook stove, I lit the burner in preparation for Eskimo tea. Into a second pot I hurriedly placed some wild chive and dried grayling, the beginnings of a thin soup to quell his hunger. What else...what else, I wondered, panic-stricken. What can I do now? The clothing on his body was filthy and matted with things I chose not to think about, and he had become wet in my attempts to drag him onto the shore. What needed to be done was obvious, but could I do it? Quietly I considered my options. If not I, then whom? This man needed someone to care for him until he was strong enough to care for himself. His survival was in my hands. Was modesty more important than life? Slowly I crossed and poured some of the now steaming water into a basin, then taking a cloth I knelt beside the bed and began to release the few buttons that remained on his ragged shirt. It was as though the thing had become a part of him, so crustily it clung, but finally I was able to pry it from his body and lay him once more on the surface of the bed. Again I paused. The legs of his pants were soaked with sea water. They too would have to be removed. Oh how I wished my mother was present! She would know what to do! But no, I was alone in this, and I was responsible. Trembling, I tugged at the worn leather of his belt until it gave way and allowed me to continue. His zipper, already broken at the top, gaped mockingly as I stared open-mouthed at the naked flesh below. He wore no undergarments, that man, and below his navel curled what I assumed was the onset of pubic hair. I bit my lip. Surely I could be objective as I completed my task! Nurses did this all of the time, didn't they? I gave a sigh, then began to peel the denim over his hips and down to his thighs, carefully averting my eyes from that which lay in between. My heart pounded in my breast and my breathing became labored. Could I...could I? Slowly I raised my gaze until it fell upon the thin, flaccid length of his penis. OH! Even in this state it was far larger than the tiny organs of the children I'd diapered! This was a man, full grown, and the hallmark of his sex was more than I had ever anticipated! Quickly I tugged the last of his clothing from his body, then began at the top to wash away the grime of countless days from his still form. It was not long, however, before I once more faced the problem of how to care for his private region. That he needed it went without question. That I was the only person available to render such a service was likewise obvious, and so with shaking fingers I lifted his organ into my palm and began to stroke the warm water along its length. It moved! I stopped. Was my charge waking? But no, he appeared to be devoid of consciousness, save for the movement of his penis against my fingers. Once more I laved the warm, wet cloth along his flesh, and once more it quivered in my hand. Were all men this sensitive, I wondered? Did they all bear such a responsive appendage? Bolder now, I began to dip the cloth into the crevasses of his flesh, watching with curiosity as his penis began to stiffen and grow with each pass of my hand. How far could this go, I wondered, how long... And then it happened. Without warning I felt a final twitch and a flow of creamy, viscous liquid poured into my hand! More amazed than shocked, I stared as it spread between my fingers, so warm and slippery, and dripped onto his naked thighs. It was sperm, it had to be! I had touched his naked body, and he had delivered his essence into my palm! Was intercourse so easy then? It was at that point my patient began to stir, and I hastily covered him with the thick quilt that only an hour before had been in my mother's linen closet. My cheeks reddened, a modest reaction that should have come about long ago. Did he know what had just occurred? Was he aware that I had stolen his seed? Timorously I backed away, then returning to the stove, I dropped local herbs into the steaming tea kettle, and turned to taste the salty broth that was forming in the soup pot. It wouldn't be long now, I thought. The tea would soothe his body in the meantime, and the thin soup would nourish him without causing his stomach to reject that which had been so long denied. Once more he stirred. "W...wat..er," he groaned, almost incoherently. Quickly I poured some of the warm herbal concoction into the tin cup and carried it to his bedside. "Here," I murmured softly. It's tea, with herbs in it. Sip it. You'll feel better." Eagerly he closed his hands around mine, guiding the precious liquid to his lips. He seemed at first to be oblivious to his surroundings, but as the last dregs of tea left the cup, his eyes began to assess the cluttered room about him. If he could have registered surprise in his beleaguered condition, I'm sure he would have. But as it was, the expression on his face spoke more of confusion, disorientation, as though the gods of the sea had delivered him to a region far beyond his understanding. Slowly his eyes traced the pink, insulation-lined curve of the ceiling, the crude iron stove, the bare gas piping which ran down the far wall of the room and the cluttered mass of disorganization that had been hastily prepared for us. His lips parted, a question forming, then once more he slipped into unconsciousness. Long hours he lay like that, retching once as his stomach adjusted to his deliverance, but, I felt, growing stronger with the passing of time. Finally, as the sun once more circled to the south, he began to open his eyes again and scan his surroundings. He was more alert by then, it seemed, and the intelligence in his gaze was more pronounced, more disquieting. Slowly his hand moved beneath the blanket, assessing his condition and wondering, perhaps, at the absence of clothing on his body. I blushed! What must he think of me? Again his eyes circled the room, this time as though cataloguing the scene before him, processing its usefulness...and mine. If the touch of his penis in my hand had elicited a curious reaction in my belly, it was nothing compared to the twisted convolutions that squirmed uncomfortably within me as his gazed fixed on me then. It was as though my youthfully bursting body had been offered up on a platter, stuffed and glazed for his use and delight. Then the light in his eyes dimmed, and I imagined that he had been forced to remember his circumstances...and his manners. I was someone he needed, someone he was perhaps indebted to, and someone who held the answers he so desperately sought. "W-water?" he croaked. "I need..." "Yes", I whispered. "Right away. And, I have some broth to help you regain your strength." A thin smile curled the corner of his parched and weathered lips, and he nodded his gratitude silently into the room. As he had before, once again his hands captured mine, pressing the cup to his lips and sipping eagerly of its contents. He seemed stronger by then, I noticed, more in command as he molded my movements to his own. He would be a strong man, I concluded. Strong, but gentle, if the velvet force with which he held my hand was any indication. What would it be like if... I shivered! What was I thinking? This was no game, a stolen kiss behind the frost heaves. The body that lay before me was a man, fully grown, and if his reaction to my touch was any indication, fully capable of things far beyond my experience. Top of the World Quickly I jerked my hands to my sides, drawing away from his startled posture and retreating toward the stove. I don't know what I expected then, what I hoped for, what I feared would happen. But what occurred next left me with more questions than ever. Absolutely nothing! This strange being from a place I'd never seen stayed absolutely still, his expression one of understanding and compassion. How did he know how vulnerable and confused I was? How could he know that the war which waged inside of me at the very nearness of him could only be won by me alone? But, somehow, I sensed that he did. Somehow, in this alien form, I sensed a kindred soul that would do me no harm...and I smiled. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 3 His name was Aiden. As the hours slipped into days, and then stretched into a week, Aiden grew stronger. His emaciated form was filling out, growing into what I was sure had been its natural condition. During our stay at the Sugar Shack, the villagers had kept their distance. Of necessity, even my parents had remained far from contact on their daily supply run, stopping more than 50 yards from where I waited patiently for news from beyond our confinement. That The Kiss was widely know to have an incredibly short incubation period, and in spite of the fact that neither Aiden nor I showed any symptoms, seemed to make no difference at all. People were afraid...no terrified. For all they knew, the world beyond the Brooks Range no longer existed, a victim to something they scarcely understood. They were taking no chances. As for Aiden, he was recovering admirably from his long tenure at sea. His color was ripe with health, and he had graduated from thin fish gruel to massive caribou steaks. It was from him that I gained my information of the world beyond and its fate. Aiden had been a teacher in Seattle, with a modest home in the suburbs. He'd had a good life there, one filled with a loving wife and three beloved children. He'd thought it would last forever, When The Kiss had first struck the east coast, it had been the prayer of westerners that it would go no further, but the days passed quickly and with tragic results. Within a week thousands had fallen victim to the new plague, then millions until there was no place to run, no place to hide. Aiden's youngest daughter had been the first. She had returned home from nursery school with a rash, something that was widely recognized as a harbinger of The Kiss. His wife, Karen, had immediately isolated her from the other children, caring for her in the attic, where outside contact was non-existent. They had called the family doctor, but he too was fearful of contamination and refused to help. Instead a worker from Disease Control arrived, marking a livid red slash across the door, underlining the cruel and hopeless word, "Quarantined". Aiden had cared for the two remaining children downstairs while his wife struggled to nurse their failing child, but it was to no avail. Within a day his wife had curled her lastborn into the crib she had used until so very recently, tucked her favorite stuffed bear beneath the tiny blanket with her, tearfully wishing a fond farewell until they would hold each other again in a place where pestilence could no longer reach them. Two days later they were together once more. Aiden agonized as his remaining family began to show symptoms of the disease as well, praying that he could place himself between them and the Kiss of Death, making bargains with God and the devil alike to spare those who meant more to him than his own life...but it was hopeless. By the end of the first week he was alone. In less time than it had taken to teach them how to walk, their footsteps had been stilled forever, and his life no longer held any meaning for him. Long days he sat there, waiting to join those he loved, cursing fate and the world about him for leaving him behind when his life no longer mattered. He grew thin, gray, and finally delirious with the pain of his loss. His days were spent in solitary insanity behind the red condemnation that cloistered him behind its brand. "Quarentined". No one came. No one neared his house. The television and radio were silent, untouched by his hand, and finally even flipping on the light switch at night was more than his heart could bear. Ultimately, it had come to him that if God was not willing to release him from his pain, then there were others that would. If he left his house, his prison, surely some panicky denizen of the outside world, fearful of contamination, would put an end to his torment. And so, opening the door one final time, he made his way out into the glaring sunlight to meet his fate, crying out to the world about that he was the voice of doom, and that he was coming for them. But no one heard. The highway was empty. The din of the nearby city, the ever- present "white noise" that had become so familiar, was silent for the first time in his life. He was alone. He walked that first day, long miles passing beneath his feet as he ignored the many cars that sat idle and empty along the shoulders of once bustling roadways. He walked, aimlessly ranting, screaming for someone to take pity and bring about his demise, but no one did. The few people he saw were in dire straits as well, shrinking from each other and hiding from contact lest they be the next victims of the doomsday curse. Bodies littered the streets, people who had no one to see them off on their final journey, people who had been doubly cursed to fall in a time when no one was left to care. Finally he had found himself at Fisherman's Wharf, a place where he and thousands of other happy throngs had wiled away delightful hours among the stalls and restaurants, watching the "catch of the day" offloaded into icy containers for their trip to market. Today it was empty, and the seagulls feasted noisily upon the fishy carnage that remained untended along the quay. Restaurants lay open as though awaiting a dinner crowd that would never arrive, and a mixed hodgepodge of vessels sat impatiently along the dock, eager for the touch of a human hand. And then he saw it..."Karen's Love". It was as though his beloved wife had reached out to him from beyond the grave, holding him in the palm of her hands and willing him to live for both of them. She had wanted life, for her and for all of them, and she wouldn't allow him to throw it away. He remembered little of the days that followed, or the next few weeks for that matter, but he and the tiny sloop, "Karen's Love" had left Seattle in search of something else that day. Perhaps he was searching for his lost life, perhaps just for others like himself who had lost everything and had no where else to go...but on he sailed. Days drifted into months, and ultimately years as he and Karen probed the Pacific coast, venturing inland when promising signs appeared, then moving on in dismay as the futility of his search became apparent. Oregon, California, Mexico and South America became familiar sights, lonely testaments to the fate that had befallen the world. Finally, long years after he had ceased to record the passing of time, he decided to make his way toward Alaska, to see how the frozen north had fared. It had been a long and arduous journey, exploring first the myriad islands and fjords that curled without end along the misty, mountainous coastline of the "Marine Highway" in southeast Alaska. He had found small, isolated communities there, few and far between, but without exception their fear forced him to abort any landing upon their shores. They had walled themselves apart from the outside world, and they had survived. They were taking no chances. Finally, he had decided to try the extreme north, the Arctic coast, to see what was left of the chilled inhabitants of that far off place. It was then that the sea had brought him to me. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 4 There are people who resisted contagion, I understand. People who had somehow built up an immunity, in some inscrutable way, to the pitfalls of the modern world. That Aiden was one of them went beyond question. Once he had regained his strength, there was no holding him back. Each day brought new explorations, new activities, until it had become our custom to walk the many miles of beach along the Shooting Station together, gathering gull eggs and hunting seasonal waterfowl for our evening meal. Berries abounded along this stretch, unharvested by the locals who now gave us and this place a wide berth. We were alone, and as time went on we became curiously unconcerned with the absence of others and began to concentrate on each other. It began with stolen glances, fleeting glimpses and unguarded moments that left us both red-faced and awkward, me in my innocence, and Aiden for the long-suppressed urges that he felt compelled to keep in check. Finally, one day after the sun had begun to set once more to the north, we lay upon the sand watching as the first, pale northern lights curled their way through the heavens...and he kissed me. At first I jumped! Had he been reading my mind? Had he realized the naive longing I had been too innocent to disguise? Speechlessly I watched, startled and unsure of my feelings or of how to proceed with a man such as this. But, Aiden just smiled, and curling his finger beneath my chin he gently lifted my troubled gaze to his. "Don't be frightened," he whispered. "I won't hurt you. You're all I have...you're everything." And in that instant I knew it was true. We had become "one" in every way but the last and final bond. It was time. And so we rose, and as the delicately colored lights swirled above, we made our way, hand in hand, back to the Sugar Shack. Aiden paused as we neared the doorway, and scooping me into his arms, he carried me across the threshold into our makeshift home. Once inside, he lay me gently upon his bed, then stepped away to take inventory of my resolve. If I had harbored reservations before, I had none then. It was only my cloistered inexperience that gave me pause... but nature seemed to be tutoring from afar. Already I felt a curious dewiness begin to form between my thighs, something that had been happening more and more often as my time with Aiden had grown. Aiden gazed longingly, tenderly at my still form, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue stroking my own until I longed for an even more intimate touch. Finally, he slid his hand beneath my atiki and began to explore the shivering flesh beneath. I gasped! No one had ever touched me in that way...not a boy, and certainly not a man! My virgin breast surged into his palm, back arched and nipples hardened as I welcomed this newly discovered intimacy. He was amazing! He knew what I wanted even before I did, before I could, and every place he caressed kindled a new longing and deeper need within me. Finally, I rose from the mattress and lifted my atiki over my head, baring my breasts to his heated inspection, cupping them behind my hands as though to disguise my shamelessness. Aiden waited until he saw in my eyes that I needed help to proceed, then gently prying my hands from my chest he lowered them to my sides and drew me closer, pressing his moist lips around my left nipple and suckling until I felt I would explode with uncontained urgency. He laughed at my desperation, a low chuckle. "You're eager!" he smiled. "Much too fast for me! I like it slow, very slow. You'll just have to contain yourself!" Desperately I reached out to him in an effort to hurry his mood, but he would have none of it. Instead, he captured my hands behind my back with one of his own and slowly began to taste the buffet I had laid before him. Left and then right, sucking one nipple and then the other between his lips, flicking his tongue along their rigid contours until I whimpered for him to continue on. Finally, after driving me to the brink, he released my wrists and unhooked the catch of my waistband, releasing a flood between my thighs unlike anything I had ever known. With agonizing slowness, he hooked his thumbs beneath the fabric and slid the last of my clothing over my hips until my downy nest glistened before him, drenched with the evidence of my ardor. I blushed. What must he think of me? Surely he must think me a harlot, or worse! Once more he drew me to him, this time allowing my fingers to rake impatiently through his hair. And then he did the most curious thing! Looking deeply into my feverish eyes, he began to probe the moistened slit before him until his finger was coated with my wetness and glinted in the dim lamplight. Then, pressing it to my lips, he said, "Taste". Taste? Why?...I wanted to ask, but something told me I would find out soon enough. This was not what I'd expected, not what I'd prepared myself for, but opening my lips I allowed him access until his slippery digit lay on my tongue and the flavor of sex filled my mouth. "Do you like it?" he asked, waiting for my reply. I began to shake my head, then stopped. I HAD enjoyed it! It had a wild flavor, uniquely mine, but coming from some place within me that had never been touched before. Aiden smiled. "Good!" he whispered, "So do I..." With that he laid me back on the edge of the bed, discarding my pants and spreading my thighs before him. Then, shedding his shirt, be brought the lamp closer and positioned himself on the floor between my knees. I squirmed in embarrassment, but he held me fast. "Be patient, Sweet. Be patient..." Then, taking the fingers of his left hand, he parted my dripping labia and inspected the moist, pink interiors of my sex. Tenderly he tested the barrier I had kept intact for all of my days, pressing until I gushed once more and felt my viscous flow drizzle between the crack of my buttocks. "Stop!" I begged, driven beyond reason. "Please...No...don't stop!" He grinned his controlled smile once more, then lowered his head to the opening he had exposed and began to lave it with his tongue. I was in agony! Where was the turgid member I had taken into my palm on our first day? Why was he... And then he stroked his finger over a spot so sensitive, so receptive that I screamed out, flowing in torrents into his mouth as my body bucked to free itself from his grasp. Shaking, I wrapped my thighs around his neck, trying to draw him inside, part and parcel, to satisfy the pounding need that coursed through my body. He stood then, his pants ballooning before him, and removed the last of his clothing. Shocked, I froze in my gyrations! I had never seen anything like it! The member I had remembered was smaller, so much smaller, and not nearly as rigid as what now stood saluting proudly before him. Instinctively, I began to close my thighs to ward off his invasion, but his hands began to work their magic once again. Then, pressing his massive red knob against my unbroken portal, he began to stroke his fingers over the site of my former demise once more, but with much more persistent determination. It took only seconds, if that long, before I was again quaking before him, begging for the act that would part me from my childhood. It was at that point he lunged, forcing his massive tool deep inside of my trembling body, rending my delicate tissues with the power of his thrust until I cried out in pain and lust. He paused then, allowing me to accommodate his tremendous organ, although now the cost of his restraint was evident upon his face. Impaled, I panted before him, both eager and fearful of that which would follow. But, sensing my readiness he pressed forward once more, this time with less force, slower and deeper as I began to move beneath him. In and out he moved, picking up tempo now, my eyes glazed and fixated upon the appearance and disappearance of his swollen penis as it vanished inside of my body. Then, fingering within my slit once more, he sent me into uncontrolled spasms, my body shaking and bucking as he began to batter himself within me. Gibberish spilled from my lips, the volume rising with each thrust of his hips. The room filled with the sounds of our mating and the smell of wet, heated sex. What he was doing, what I was feeling, eclipsed all else and I dug my nails into the bedding as control left me for good. Then, with one hard, furious lunge, I felt him shoot his seed deep inside of my body, filling me with the hot, primal juice that had created humanity and had brought us to this point. I whimpered, I begged, then again felt myself joining loudly in the frantic coupling of our bodies. Aiden stayed inside of me as he lay his body alongside mine, turning me so that out bodies touched full length, kissing without the use of lips, caressing without the use hands. Finally he rolled onto his back and drew me atop his sweaty form, parting my thighs, straddling his hips as he allowed his member to restore itself within me. Gently he stroked my body, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger, exploring my willing flesh until my pink-tinged wetness seeped heavily against his furry thatch and I felt him stiffen once more in my belly. "Stay there," he murmured thickly. "I want to watch you." And so he did. Deeply he thrust, his sex plowing new ground in this altered position. At first his hands explored the soft curves of my body as I moved fluidly against him, cupping my buttocks and insinuating his fingers between my moist petals until the straining muscles of my sex closed upon him, milking his organ like a million tiny fingers. He groaned, audibly signaling an end to his pacifism. Then, grasping my hips he arched his back and drove his massive member hard into my epicenter. Impaled to the hilt I cried out, my hands bracing against his chest as he tensed for yet another mighty thrust. Again, and yet again he pummeled my tender core until I felt surely he would split me in half. Then, plunging his hand between us, he touched that amazing spot once more, and I was lost. Screaming, I rode him as one would a mighty stallion, rutting mindlessly as I consumed all that he had to offer and begging for more. Finally, as wave after wave of body-rending spasms coursed through my being, he filled me once again. Like a fountain of molten lava he came, spewing his life-giving seed into me in hot fits and spurts until we both lay exhausted and too drained to move. It was then he drew me close, the pounding of his heart a solid rhythm in his crest, his breathless gasps mimicking my own. As he closed his arms about me, brushing his lips against my sweaty brow, he whispered "You're mine now, Abigail. All mine." And then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. As for me, I lay in his arms for many minutes, watching him as he drifted away, marveling at the bond that had formed between us and listening to the sounds of the life that was now so much a part of my own. "You're mine." He'd said, claiming all that I was, all that I would ever be. But he was mine as well. Did he know it? ______________________________________________________ Chapter 5 Already it was morning, for at this time of year night was but a fleeting occurrence. I should have taken myself off to begin preparing for the day to come, to set our breakfast on the stove to cook, but I couldn't. I could not bring myself to part from the warmth of Aiden's embrace, from the heady scent of his maleness. We would have to live on love, I smiled, for this morning nothing else interested me. How much of our lovemaking had been real, I wondered, and how much had been the fulfillment of fantasy? Had my perception been heightened by the moment, or had I been accurate in my remembrance of the evening past? Top of the World Once more I thought of the hardened outline of his penis, of the massive proportions that had driven me to heaven and back. Surely my mind had been playing tricks on me, for our coupling could not have taken place if my memory of his stature were accurate! Curiosity battered at my senses, demanding an answer until cautiously I moved my hand over his still, sleeping form and found the object in question. Oh! Could it be even larger this morning? Could it? Guiltily I searched Aiden's calm repose. What if I woke him? Would he be angry at my trespass if he caught me? I knew I shouldn't, I knew, and yet I found it impossible to stop. Slowly, gently I tried to circle the girth of his sex with my thumb and forefinger, but it could not be done. Then, employing the whole of my hand I repeated the measure, and still my fingers failed to meet. I must see this impressive probe, I thought. Here, in the morning light, I must see the object that had taken my virginity. I must! I noticed then that the covers lay askew across his left leg, baring his flesh to mid-thigh, beckoning me to encroach upon his person. I was lost! If I had harbored any reserve over what I was about to do, it vanished instantly. Heart pounding, I lowered myself on the mattress, carefully focusing my eyes on the darkly tented opening between his legs. Could I see within? Could...he stirred and instantly I backed away, red-faced, toward the foot of the bed. But no, he still slept, and in a few moments I grew bold enough for another attempt. This time the covers had slipped even higher, exposing now the sight of two furry orbs which lay heavily atop the mattress. I hadn't noticed those last night, so concentrated was my attention on their jutting partner. Once more I peered into the darkness between his thighs, searching the cavern for that which I so longed to behold once more...but it was too dark. Perhaps his member lay upward across his belly, I thought, resting from its toil of the previous night. I should have given up, should have respected Aiden's privacy, but I couldn't stop...not then. Cautiously I moved my face closer, closer, my finger inching the covers upward with each heartbeat until finally I spied my prize. It was beautiful! In the low light of the room it seemed exactly as I had remembered, long and thick, rigid and eager with a massive, mushroom-like head that defied description! I had to see more. I had to move closer yet! And so, closing the gap once more, I tossed caution aside until I could smell the maleness of it, investigate the tiny smile that crowned the angry red mushroom it bore as its masthead. "Taste..." he said softly. I jumped! How long had Aiden been awake? How much of my indiscretion had he observed? I was so foolish! Immediately I began to pull away, to recover at least some modicum of dignity...but at once I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me fast. "Taste." he repeated, pressing insistently on my disheveled hair. "You wanted this...don't stop now." Eyes widening, I realized what he wanted me to do...what I wanted to do. How many times in the night had I wondered what HE would taste like, what his sex would feel like on my tongue? He had enjoyed tasting me, he'd said so! Surely I would be missing something if I backed away! His hand now stroked the back of my neck, encouraging me, propelling me to take his waiting organ into my mouth...to "taste". My eyes filled with uncertainty, and I looked to Aiden for guidance. "Is this something you want?" I whispered, almost to myself. "Would it please you?" He smiled at that, amazed once again at my naiveté. "Yes," he replied. "Do it...for me. Take it in your mouth..." With that he began to slide his knob over my lower lip, smoothing the path with the slippery droplets that already made their way from the head of his penis. He smiled again, and closed his eyes momentarily to isolate the sensation. A low moan escaped from his lips, and his hand tightened in my hair. Pressing me downward, he arched his hips, probing deeper into my mouth, past my uncertainty and into the moist dark cavern that waited beyond. He tasted earthy, like something wild and untamed, but with a hint of the herb tea he enjoyed so much. Something from my genetic memory must have clicked into place at that moment, for the instant I felt him nudge the back of my throat, I began to suck. He groaned audibly then, the fingers of both hands tightening in my hair, urging me on. His hips began to gyrate beneath me, forcing his penis in and out at an ever-quickening rate until tiny spurts of semen began to flood my tongue. By then he was writhing mindlessly, hips thrusting, his penis lunging into my captive orifice more quickly than I could manage. I began to pull back, but he tensed and shouted "No!", and then, seconds later a strangled "Yesssssss". Suddenly my mouth was flooded with his sperm, its musky taste sending my senses into overdrive. In no time it had begun to seep between my teeth, and I instinctively began to swallow, to stop its escape in the only way available to me. "Oh, god..." he groaned. "Oh god..." Finally, with one last thrust his sex lay limp and twitching on my tongue and his hands began to stroke the hair they had captured so insistently. "Oh Abby," he whispered breathlessly. "How did you know what to... How did you know? You...amazing! And, did you ...enjoy...it too?" What should I say? I couldn't even imagine my mother doing something like that with my father! I was shameless. How could I admit that the act of which I had been a part had aroused me, had forced me to flow in torrents down my inner thighs until I was in a sorry state indeed! I couldn't...I couldn't! But, neither could I lie to Aiden either. "Yes," I said in tones almost too faint to hear. "I'm sorry..." "Sorry!" he almost shouted. "Why in the world would you be sorry? Can't you see how much you pleased me? How much you made me happy? Oh Abigail...how can you be sorry, unless you really didn't enjoy it..." And with that he drew me upward and thrust his hand between my legs, forcing his fingers deep into my vagina. At the feel of my drenched condition he softened and breathed a sigh of relief. "You really did enjoy it, didn't you!" he grinned, more a statement than a question. I squirmed, a deep red flush rising from my neck to fill my cheeks with color. "Come here," he ordered. "Way up here. Straddle my face, Abby. We can't let you go unsatisfied, not in your condition. Let me take care of you." Straddle his face? The very thought sent my pulse racing. And once I was there, would he "satisfy" me as well? The very thought made my nipples harden and goose flesh form in a tight, pink halo. "Do it," he moaned softly, his fingers again probing my slippery slit. "Come here, and do it." His voice was soft now, tender, and his fingers played a sensuous game within me that I could no longer resist. And so I complied, and in seconds I felt the heat from his face on my inner thighs, his breath warm on my trembling flesh. Slowly he pried my nether lips apart, exposing the oozing center of my being to his inspection. Maddeningly, he paused, as though to gauge the changes he had wrought the night before...and then I felt it. His tongue was amazing, so clever was my lover. First he licked the wet, sticky juice from my inner lips, then began to slowly swirl his tongue over the sensitive nub he'd awakened only hours ago. Immediately I cried out, my balance faltering until I was forced to brace myself on the wall behind. Was he smiling? I couldn't tell, but one thing I did know was that he knew what he was doing! Wider he spread my lips, until I felt his tongue probe the raw fissure he had so recently torn with his sex. And then, in it went, twisting and probing like a creature determined to devour me from the inside out! I shivered, and my body lost contact for a second, but immediately his hands went about my hips guiding me back above his hungering mouth, holding me in place as he clamped his lips once more upon the jagged portal of my vagina. I shook violently! It was too much, too much, and then he took it one more step. His left hand circled between my legs, wetting his fingers until they must have been dripping with my juices, and then he began to probe the valley between my buttocks. My eyes fairly popped! Surely he had no intention of... But he did, and as I writhed above his lips, his mouth drawing me beyond my meager limitations, I felt a single finger penetrate my anus! My hips gave a jerk, and immediately his other hand rose to hold me in place. "Relax, Abby. Relax. Let it happen, Sweet. Just enjoy the feel of it..." Deeper he probed, until I could feel the rough flesh around his first knuckle pass the tight ring of muscle that guarded my nether place. I surged forward against his mouth, a freshet of my womanly moisture gushing into his mouth. He slurped noisily, and pressed his finger deeper, murmuring into my quivering vagina "That's it, Abby. Let it come...let it come..." I could barely hear him, but let it come I did. Shaking from head to foot I cried his name, begging him to stop, and to continue...ashamed of my wanton response but overjoyed at the feelings he had elicited within me. My belly tightened, curling into a tight ball until... With a strangled cry I delivered myself into his questing mouth, his lips drawing me out, sucking the very life from my body as I desperately braced myself against the wall. His finger was fully engaged by then, pumping in hard thrusts between my cheeks and deep into my body. I was ecstatic! How could something that felt that good ever be considered bad? Finally he lay me beside of him, pulse racing as I caught my breath. I was glowing, both inside and out. How had I lived 18 years without this man, without the touch of his hand on my body? It took the end of the world to bring him to me. But, it was worth it. _____________________________________________________ Chapter 6 It seemed as though our isolation would go on forever. With each passing day the night gained a stronger foothold, and yet the village still feared our presence. By now my parents had supplied us with all that they had to offer, and I had come to think of the Sugar Shack as my home away from home. Our days had begun to settled into predictable rituals, from the first intimate moments of dawn, through the necessities of our daily lives, and deep into the sensuous repasts of the aurora-filled nights. In all, Aiden had been my teacher, and I had been his. He now knew which berries were safe, and which were not, how to snare waterfowl and discover the hidden alcoves of herbs that provided so much to our savory brews. I had taught him the signs of both storm and fair weather, and shared with him the ancient tales of the Inuit. Aiden, in turn, had taught me the joys of intimacy, gently introducing me to my own sensuality, to the immortal bonds of man and woman. Long hours we lay upon the sand between thick layers of "tutu" fur, exploring each other's bodies beneath the swirling northern lights until we both yearned for completion. The villagers had begun to show a curiosity by then, and the ever dwindling distance from which they observed us had become abbreviated until I felt it would not be long before we were allowed to join their number. In itself, this was a cause for rejoicing, had not a second issue risen its timorous head. It had been over a month since my monthly menses had made an appearance. Though my mother had carefully packed the cloths with which I met my monthly needs, they had gone unused since my arrival in this place. I had grown certain with the passing of weeks, that a new life had taken root, and now flourished within my womb. What would my father say? Would he disown me...brand me a sinner and reject me as his daughter once Aiden and I rejoined the community? The thought gnawed incessantly within me, taking from me the restful sleep I had come to know in Aiden's embrace. If my lover wondered at the change, he failed to address it, preferring to allow me to bide my time until I felt comfortable to share my revelations with him. Finally, on one dark morning with the snow swirling in frozen eddies about our mukluks, I turned to him and spoke the words he had waited for so patiently. "Aiden, I have something you need to know." I began, my heart thumping loudly in my ears. "I think...I mean, I'm fairly sure that..." He smiled then, a tender expression that spoke the world, and drew me into his arms. "You're pregnant," he told me with assurance. "We're going to have a baby." Startled, I looked on in amazement. How had he known? And then it came to me. Of course! This would not be Aiden's first child, nor the second. He had been through this parenting ritual three times before, and knew the signs, perhaps better than I did myself. Gently, he slipped his hand beneath my atiki and insinuated his fingers down the front of my snow pants until they rested intimately over my still-flat belly. "Our child," he murmured into my hair, his voice burdened by echoes of those he had loved and lost. "And civilization finds a new beginning. They say that a baby is God's promise that the world will go on, you know. I agree..." A chill breeze trickled through the opening around his wrist, and I shivered, or was it the thought of the days to come that brought me up short? Telling Aiden had been easy, but what of my parents, what of the villagers who had grown wearily accustomed to the lecturing of my father concerning their unsanctioned couplings and unbaptised offspring? This child would be a bastard, the product of libidinous pursuits outside of the bonds of matrimony. My father's shame would be complete, and his condemnation severe. I had much to ponder. A furrow formed upon Aiden's brow, as though my thoughts were clearly readable in my gaze. "I love you, you know that, and we'll face any difficulties that come of this together. You're not alone, Abigail, you never will be. In every way that counts we belong to one another, and that's how it's going to stay." Tears began to fill my eyes, and I allowed Aiden to lead me once more into the dim seclusion of our erstwhile home. It was as though we had once more slipped back to the beginning, to that first day on the beach, but this time Aiden had come to my rescue instead. Gently, he relieved me of my atiki, his hands exploring the contours of my back as he held me close. My nipples, so sensitive now, ached as he touched them, hardening in great relief as he caressed them with his fingertips. Oh! How I longed to feel him inside of me once more, to know that what we shared was more than a fleeting passage of time until we could once more join the ranks of humanity. But, as Aiden had once said, he was a patient man, and he was in command. Finally, his hands slid from my full and tender breasts and began to stroke my back once more until they encountered the waistband of my snow pants. Then, slipping his fingers beneath, he knelt before me and drew them downward until they pooled about my ankles. Heatedly, I braced myself against him and opened my thighs, eager for what I knew he wanted...but not this time. Instead, he nestled his face against my belly, showering my abdomen with feathery kisses as though to greet the budding life within. "This is my child, and you're my wife," he murmured. "As sure as there's a God in heaven, we're joined in His eyes, and this baby is a reflection of our love. Nothing so pure and beautiful could possibly be wrong." Then, scooping me up in his arms he lay me upon his bed, and stood back to admire his bride. As I watched, my body receptive and yearning, he slowly removed his clothing, one by one, until only that which he had worn at the moment of birth appeared before me. Longer he paused, until I bid him to come nearer so that I might stroke his vibrant flesh with my fingertips, memorizing each hill and valley as the need grew between us for more. Slowly I caressed him, my flesh upon his, my pulse quickening with each new encounter. His nipples, normally so flat and male, now puckered in anticipation as I pinched them briskly between thumb and forefinger, the muscles of his belly rippling as my warm breath wafted over them. Then, as Aiden had done, I began to place a sprinkling of light, tentative kisses over his abdomen, trailing my tongue downward over the hard contours of his belly until the warmth of my breath curled insidiously around his hard and jutting member. I found then that Aiden's patience had it's limits, for as my fingers slipped between his thighs to cup the fullness of his sex he gasped, and with an urgency that could not be denied he pressed me back upon the quilt and entered me, quickly and without hesitation. So quickly did he bury himself in my moist and trembling flesh that I cried out in surprise, squirming to accommodate his massive joining. His eyes had now lost the gentleness with which he had begun our encounter. Instead I saw the glazed and determined gaze of a mated ancient, one whose ownership could not be denied. I was his. I belonged to him, and his claim was irrevocable. Once more he thrust, burrowing deeply into my body as I rose to meet him, our bodies slapping together in dull staccato. I began to run my fingers over his firm buttocks, but he would not relinquish even that modicum of dominance and captured my wrists in his hand, pinioning them to the mattress above my head. Instead, I brought up my knees in an effort to wrap my legs around his waist, but the look in his eyes told me that he wanted the freedom to move, to plunge himself mightily between my thighs without hindrance. And so I brought my heels beneath me, close to the curve of my buttocks and opened myself fully for his pleasure. He groaned beneath his breath and deepened his measure, stroking quickly and with primal need. My breasts heaved beneath the onslaught, and my wet and eager reception flowed between us until I screamed out and clawed at his hand, my climax ringing in the stillness and filling the air with the scent of completion. It was only then that he released me, for now his focus had honed in on one thing alone. Suddenly, with a quick, hard thrust, he impaled me upon his thrusting flesh and I felt his seed gush into my body in hot torrents, filling me and carrying me once again over the brink. His mouth covered mine, as though to inhale my cries, to devour even that final measure of carnal pleasure as he took his bride and made her his own. Then slumping to one side he held me close, his softening member finding still a home in my moist, warm depths. How long we lay there, joined and throbbing I'll never know, for time had lost all meaning. Instead there lay eternity before us, and timelessness behind. We were alone in the universe, and of the world about us nothing mattered. We were one...we were one. ______________________________________________________ Chapter 7 It was morning when we first heard the tiny tapping at our door. So long had it been that at first I thought a doomed lemming had broken his winter routine and sought to join us. But no, this tapping had a human source, and it quickly became more persistent in its demands. Finally, in apprehension we parted and Aiden gathered his trousers from the floor and crossed the floor to meet with whoever stood beyond the wooden barrier. I cringed, sliding deep beneath the rumpled covers as though to shield myself from what I feared would come to pass, but Aiden hesitated not a second. Instead, he flung wide the door, letting in the brisk arctic breeze and stood staring...at my father. My heart stood still, as frozen in my chest as the look of betrayal that consumed my father's face. His eyes, dark with dismay, scanned the confines of the room, a space that had given me so much pleasure only moments before. Then, lips tightening, he turned and strode wordlessly back to his snow machine and was gone. Top of the World I realized suddenly, that the position in which mom was fucking me, she was directly facing the window behind which Mike was standing. I feared that mom might be able to guess his presence there. I looked at mom. She was gently riding me, raising and lowering her cunt along the length of my cock. Her eyes were filled with lust and she was moaning lightly. I soon realized that my fears were unfounded as mom was fully concentrating on her son's massive cock plunging in and out of her pussy. She did not have any time to comprehend what was happening behind the windows. I felt relieved. I did not know how mom would respond if she ever knew Mike witnessed her fuck session with me. Mom's moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder. She was thumping her hips faster, alternately sucking and releasing my cock. The room was filled with the sound of a rigid cock entering and leaving a sopping wet pussy. She was dripping profusely and her juices were dribbling down to the base of my cock, to my bush, to my anal crack and to the sofa below it. I started thrusting my hips, trying to dig deeper into her pussy. Mom bent forward and grabbed my shoulder and lowered her body over my chest. She was now lying flat over my body, her stiff nipples rubbing across my chest. I lifted my hands and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her cunt further onto my shaft. Mom cried in ecstasy. "OHHHHHH…! That's it! Fuck it deep. Tear my pussy." I would have loved to tear that horny pussy and I was trying to achieve that, boring my cock deeper and deeper with each thrust, trying to reach her innermost depths. I could feel the wet sweat slithering between our bodies, beads of sweat dripping down my neck. I was gasping for air and mom's condition was no better than mine. She was wailing unashamedly with each plunge. Time and again I drove my monster into her welcoming pussy and she responded with cries of pleasure. I thought of poor Mike, though he might not have heard our conversation, I was certain that he must have heard mother's cries of passion. I surely would not like to be in Mike's position. Both of us were in such a state of rapture that we would have loved to prolong our fuck till eternity. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Reluctantly, I realized that the swelling in my balls was growing with every thrust. I was approaching my climax. Mom too was no better than I. "Ohhhh…! Gowwwwwwd!" Mom was writhing with pleasure. She had forgotten her thumping and been clinging to my rampaging cock. "God! I am cumming!" She cried in elation as her orgasm shot through her body. She dug her nails into my shoulder thrusting her hip forward to impale upon my cock. I continued pounding her. Her cunt throbbed around my cock finally triggering my own climax. "Oh! Mom, I'm gonna shoot." I groaned digging deep into her lovely depths. "Do it. Shoot your cum baby.” Mom's voice was trembling with excitement; she tightened her grip around my cock. "Fill mamma cunt with your seed son." I tightened my grip over her ass and pulled her near me. My cock exploded deep inside her divine depths, deluging her cunt with my molten charge. Mom further tightened her grip by closing her thighs, trying to squeeze every drop of jism out of it. I felt my cock jerking inside her soft clutches and spluttering jets of cum one after another. The jerking continued for about half a minute and during that entire period mom's cunt did not released its grip. Finally, I loosened the grip on her ass. She slumped over me and we relaxed remaining in that position. I could feel my cock deflating inside mom's pussy and our mingled juices trickling down to my pubic hair. After a while, mom kissed me and moved away from me. My soaked cock came out of her pussy with a sloppy sound, gently flopping over my navel. Mom stood beside me; her cunt was still wide open and I could see a mix of our love juices drooling out of her cunt slowly tracing its path along her thighs. I sat on the sofa and pulled mom to me, again burying my face into her cum filled pussy. I licked our juices off her pussy, savoring the slight acrid flavor of our spending, lapping at the cum oozing out of her pussy. Mom cried with passion, grabbed my head by the hair and pulled into her pussy. I forced my tongue inside her pussy to drink the cum remaining there. Mom's legs shuddered in newfound excitement and she collapsed on the sofa. I spread her thighs and bore my tongue deep into her pussy. The doorbell rang twice, disrupting the silence prevailing in the room. "Oh! Shit!" Mom jumped off the sofa. She ran to grab her bathrobe from the floor, and scurried to her room. I too was surprised by this sudden intrusion. Then, I recalled that I had instructed Mike to ring the doorbell as soon as our mating was over. 'Shit,' I thought. 'He could have waited for few more minutes.' Leisurely, I got up from sofa. I collected my shorts from the floor and put them on. I did not bother to wipe my cock; Mike had already witnessed whatever had happened in our living room, so there was no need to pretend in front of him. I went to the door and opened it. Mike appeared to be dazed. His face was flushed, and he was trembling with excitement, his eyes bulging in their sockets. The aftereffect of what he had observed a few minutes ago was too tumultuous for him to comprehend. He tried to speak, but words did not come out of his mouth. "So, how was the show?" I asked triumphantly. He was still dumfounded. I patted on his shoulder, brought him into our living room and let him sit on the same sofa where I had been fucking mom few minutes ago. "I… I… had never seen such a thing." He stammered. "Did you like what you saw?" "That was great." He seemed to have recovered a little. "I’d love to see it again." Suddenly, mom appeared in the living room. She had changed into a T-shirt and shorts. Mike watched my mother lustily. I was convinced that he must have been visualizing my naked mom beneath her clothes. "Hello Mike." Mom appeared composed; it was hard to imagine by looking at her that the same woman was screwing me just a few minutes ago. "What would you love to see?" Mike froze; mom must have overheard him. However, I knew there was nothing to worry. Mike had not uttered mom's name during our brief conversation. "Mom, Mike was telling me about a movie he watched this afternoon." "What was that?" Mom asked. I watched mom for a moment then looked at Mike. He was looking at mom. I smiled and replied. "What lies beneath?" Chapter 2 I carefully opened Mike’s room and moved inside. Mike was sitting on his study chair. He put his index finger over his lips and indicated to me to remain silent and waved me to come over to his side. I shut the door lightly and moved closer to him. Fifteen minutes back, Mike had phoned me and told me that Suzy was about to go for her shower and I could have my opportunity. She would be getting ready for Friday outing with her friends and before that she would take her bath. It was a much-awaited chance, and I did not have any reason to miss this opportunity. “Hey Ted.” Mike whispered to me. “Suzy would be going to the bathroom any time.” “Where’re we gonna watch her from?” I inquired cautiously. “Here.” Mike pointed towards a framed poster hanging on the wall beside his study table. He removed the poster from the wall. The Wongs had two bathrooms in their house; one attached to their mother’s bedroom, mainly used by Michelle Wong and the second one was adjacent to Mike’s room, shared by both Mike and Suzy. There was only a wooden wall, separating Mike’s room from the bathroom. The area behind the wall had a carefully drilled hole. “Try this.” He asked me. I moved near the hole and tried to peep. Mike had done an excellent job. From my position, I was clearly able to see most of the interior of the bathroom. The bathroom was not very big. I could clearly see the toilet, the washbasin, the shower and a full sized mirror on the sidewall. I could witness everything that Suzy would be doing at the other side of wall. The Wongs did not have a bathtub in their common bathroom. “You asshole,” I exclaimed with delight. “You never told me about it.” “Because it was not there,” He tried to explain. “I made it only yesterday. Earlier, I used to watch through that slit.” He pointed his finger at a tiny slit in the wall, almost in level with our knees. I bent and tried to see through the slit. I could see mostly the lower portion of the bathing area. However, that was sufficient to observe the crotch of a person bathing there. I tried to imagine Mike lying there and watching Suzy’s pussy from that slit in the wall and whacking his cock. Oh God! My cock was suddenly straining inside my briefs. Naturally, the new hole was located in a better position. I could simply sit on the chair and watch everything happening at the other side of the wall. Nevertheless, I had my doubts. “The hole is passing through the wall. Won’t she be able to see it from the other side?" “No.” He looked confident. “First of all I made it a tapered hole, like in a magic eye. So, the opening in the bathroom is very small, and unless someone really looks for a hole, it is very difficult to notice it and second thing, we’ll turn off the main lights so as to avoid any reflections being noticeable on the other side." My friend was a born genius. “Where is aunt Michelle? I didn’t see her.” “She is in the backyard, busy with her gardening. She would be busy for some time. Don’t worry about her.” I nodded with satisfaction. “Don’t make any noise,” Mike further explained to me. “I don’t think that Suzy would be able to hear our voices under the shower. But, be careful not to knock or hit the wall. She would notice immediately." “As you say buddy.” I sighed. “I’ll do anything to get a look your sister's pussy.” Mike moved to the door and turned off the light. He turned on a night lamp. The room was now dimly illuminated. Mike opened the door slightly and peeped outside. I remained near the hole. We waited patiently. Every passing second felt like century. I looked at the window; it was getting dark outside. Why the hell is she taking so much time. Suddenly, Mike moved from his place and closed the door without making any sound. “Someone is coming.” He whispered. We heard footsteps approaching, and then the sound of opening of the bathroom door. I put my eye to the hole and tried to see the other side. I watched a female figure moving inside and locking the door behind her. Then she turned on the bathroom lamp. “Holy shit!” As soon as I saw the woman inside the bathroom, I hissed with excitement. “It’s not Suzy; it’s your mom.” “What?” He was bewildered. I moved my head and let him peep through the hole. He looked inside and when he turned, he looked apologetic. “I’m sorry... don’t know why she came.” He whispered close to my ear. “She spends most of her evenings in the garden. I was expecting Suzy.” “No worry buddy.” I tapped his shoulder lightly. “I hope you won't mind my peeping at your mother. She might have come only to take a pee.” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I forced his head away from the hole and put my eye back onto it. It seemed that Michelle Wong had left her gardening unfinished, and suddenly decided to attend the call of nature. She was washing her soil-covered hands at the washbasin. Her back was towards me. Her body was bending forward, highlighting the globes of her round plump ass cheeks and the crack between them. She certainly had a big ass. She was wearing a white housecoat, which was extending down to her calves. Finishing with her ablution, she turned off the tap and dried her hands with a towel hanging at the side of the washbasin. I watched her expectantly. She took hold of the hem of her housecoat and slowly lifted it along her thighs, exposing her white panties. I lustfully gazed at the plump mound. “Hey,” Mike was pinching my back. “Lemme see also.” “Shut up, you asshole.” I whispered coarsely. “You had already seen my mom and it’s my turn now.” I immediately regretted my sharp tongue. Mike face was suddenly sad. “OK…OK… Lemme see for some time, I’m pretty sure that you’d watched her before, so just let me watch for some time, then you can watch too.” Mike reluctantly withdrew. Again, I looked through the hole. Michelle’s fingers were now inside the elastic band of her panties, and she was lowering it along her thighs. I held my breath and watched fascinatingly as the white material moved slowly uncovering her heavenly pussy. I licked my dry lips, as the hairy mound was gradually uncovered before my eyes. Oh God! I grabbed my cock. Michelle's cunt was a beauty; soft plump lips covered with raven-black hair. Her fur was denser than my mother’s, and it was evident that Michelle Wong had not trimmed her bush for quite some time. Her cunt slit was not visible through her thick fur. Michelle Wong let the panties fall to the floor, and while keeping the hem of her housecoat around her waist; she turned, lifted the lid of toilet and sat on it, her fat ass perfectly fitting to the circular seat. She watched between her legs, as she let go, her piss gushing out of her charming pussy. The jet struck the walls of the commode and her piss splashed across it. I watched her cunt lips split open and the jet of streaming yellow fluid surging out of it. It suddenly revived my last journey to Little Thumb, the memory of mom standing over the rock and pissing over me. I lowered my shorts and underwear and pulled out my rampant cock. “I’d love to let her pee in my mouth,” I thought lustily. Mike’s mother was through with her pissing, and she stood up. She let the hem of her housecoat fall and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands at the washbasin and bent to take her panties from the floor. But she didn’t lift it. As if she had changed her mind, she stood back and started opening the buttons of her housecoat. My face was flushed with excitement. I turned to Mike. He was standing beside me, looking at me expectantly. I felt pity for him. Although, I was reluctant to leave my place, I thought Mike too deserved a peek. I moved my head away, but did not leave the chair. “You can watch now,” I told him. “She’s stripping.” Mike’s eyes were immediately glued to the hole. I let him watch and massaged my cock lightly while visualizing his mother’s delightful pussy. Mike’s reaction was prompt; he grabbed his cock right away and started rubbing it through the material of his shorts. Soon, his shorts and underwear were also lying at the floor and his fingers were playing with his cock. “Ok… Mike.” I was again eager to watch Michelle. “Now lemme watch.” Mike moved away grudgingly. I did not have any time to think about his condition; my eyes were again glued to the hole. Mike did not wait for me to give him another chance. He lied on the ground and put his eyes through the lower slit in the wall. He was lying in a very awkward position. His neck stretched, and his face glued to the wall, his side resting on floor and his hand working furiously over his cock. Anyway, it was better this way; we both could enjoy his mother’s naked body, without worrying about getting disturbed. Michelle was completely naked now. She did not have the large boobs as I had expected. They were small but fitting nicely to her small plump body. Slightly sagged, they were moving up and down with her breathing. Her black aureoles and pointed nipples were standing upright. She had a fleshy body, with a little bulge around her stomach. Still, for a woman in her late thirties, she looked pretty gorgeous to me. She moved to the shower and turned it on. Sprinkles of water fell over her body, drenching her from head to toe. She took soap and started lathering her body. I looked at Mike, he too was looking at me, his face was flushed with excitement and he was smiling diffidently. I winked at him and brought my eyes back to the hole. Michelle had stopped the shower, and she was now lathering her body. Her soap-clad hand was running over her body, coating it with a film of soap with every swipe. She applied the soap to her torso, to her armpits, to her back and to her swaying boobs. I watched as she squeezed her boobs alternately with her soap-covered hands. She paid special attention to her teats and rubbed them between her fingers. My hand was running like a steaming piston over my cock. Finishing with her upper body, her hands slowly trailed down to her tummy and then to the mound of her cunt. Her fingers lathered the pubic hair over the mound, gently exposing her slit with her fingers. I watched fascinatingly as her soapy fingers probed the inner side of her cunt, rubbing over her clitoris. Good heavens! My best friend’s mother was actually massaging her cunt. Michelle Wong continued playing with her clit. It was evident that she was enjoying it as her face was suddenly contorted with the pleasure. She was probably moaning also, but I could not hear it. I felt pity for Michelle Wong; I was sure that she had not been in the company of a man since the death of her husband. To my utter disappointment, all of a sudden she removed her hand from her pussy, bent forward and started lathering her legs and ass. Finally, she applied soap to her face and kept the soap aside. Then, she started the shower again. I watched as the water rinsed the soap off her body. She continued bathing, lightly rubbing her body to remove all the traces of soap. Mike’s eyes were also glued to the slit in the wall, and his hand was furiously whacking his cock. He was masturbating with varying speeds, sometimes pumping furiously and then changing to a gentle slow rhythm. I felt that he wanted to prolong his ejaculation till his mother was inside the bathroom. I too reduced my speed. Michelle was finished with her bathing, as she stopped the shower, but she made no effort to get the towel. She moved away from the shower and stood in front of the full size mirror. She watched her dripping naked reflection in the mirror. She stood there for some time. Her left hand slowly moved to her breast and grabbed her boobs. She massaged her nipples softly, gently grabbing and releasing them. She closed her eyes, and let a moan of pleasure escape out of her mouth. I did not hear her moan, but the way she was behaving, the way her facial expressions were changing; it was evident that she was moaning. She let her head tilt back, still pinching and caressing her nipples. Her hand continued playing with her small boobs, alternately squeezing and releasing them and in between taking her teats between her fingers and rubbing them hard. Her right hand slowly trailed across her tummy and entered her pubic region. She rubbed the dense curly pubic hair that covered her pussy lips. Her hand reached lower, and her fingers opened her fat pussy lips. Slowly, she ran her finger along the length of her slit. She then, parted her wet pussy lips and her middle finger probed her clit. Her body was trembling with the pleasure that her own fingers were administering to her soaked body. I could see her knees shaking, and I was certain that she was finding it difficult to remain in that position. I watched her knees sagging, as if proving me right. She withdrew her finger from her slit and sat on the floor right below the shower area, her back resting against the wall, her thighs wide open. She was now facing us, and her wet cunt was now directly exposed to the two pairs of eyes peeping from the other side of the wall. I watched as she buried her middle and index finger into her twat and then ran them along her slit. She curled her fingers and pressed them into her wet slit, slowly sliding them inside her divine opening. She moved her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt and let her thumb play with her clit. Her other hand was still busy playing with her boobs, squeezing them, releasing them, circling and pulling her hard nipples with her finger tips. Top of the World Michelle’s eyes were again closed, and she was now moaning louder. I put my ear to the hole and listened her excited wailing. My hand was rubbing my cock furiously, and I was ready to shoot any time. This time, I did not reduce my speed, the pressure in my balls was reaching beyond my control and it would be a good thing to release the load. I pumped harder. Suddenly, Mike hissed. “Holy shit! I am cumming.” I watched Mike as his body arched upward, and his cock jerked and shot his jism in the air. His cum shot through his piss hole, landing over his hand and stomach. It was too much for me. My legs were trembling with an amorous thrill. I pumped for the final time and with a muffled cry, I let go my cock. I watched as with every jerk of my rigid cock, drops of cum flew in the air and landed on the floor. We were too busy in our rapture and none of us heard the footsteps approaching our door. I realized only when the door flung open suddenly. My eyes turned to the door, and I watched in horror, Suzy standing there, her mouth wide agape, her eyes bulging in her sockets. She looked dumbstruck; her face stunned with surprise. I unsuccessfully tried to cover my spitting organ by covering it with my fist, but to no avail. Cum seeped through my fingers. I looked at Mike; he too was paralyzed with awe. His monster was still spewing its final drops of cum. We both were crestfallen. Suzy remained there, watching her brother and his friend, their clothes lying on the floor, their hands gripping their cocks and shooting their loads in the room. She did not utter a word and withdrew silently, shutting the door behind her. I took a sigh of relief. Grabbing a paper tissue, I wiped my cock, which had suddenly gone to hibernation. I properly cleaned the floor and threw the paper tissue into the dustbin and put back my briefs and shorts. Mike had already finished his cleaning, and he was putting back his shorts. I did not know whether Mike’s mother had finished her erotic game on the other side of the wall. I did not have any courage left to peep again. I did not wait for Mike and went out of his room. The bathroom door still appeared locked from the inside, indicating that Michelle Wong was still busy with her personal sexual gratification. Suzy was nowhere to be seen. I left Mike’s house and directly went to my house. Mom was in the kitchen; I did not go there and proceeded directly to my room. Once inside the safety of my room, I sat on my bed. I realized that I was still shaking. My heart was pounding violently in my chest. I tried to control myself. I was caught red handed, and I did not know how Suzy would respond. It would not be difficult for her to figure out what we had been doing there. ‘Holy shit, what am I going to tell her?’ I thought. Someone rang the doorbell. I listened carefully as mom opened the door, and then I heard mom’s voice. “Ted may be in his room. Why don’t you go there and see for yourself?” I waited impatiently for the visitor. My fear turned out right. Suzy opened the door. She entered my room and closed the door behind. However, she remained near the door, her face looked passive, not displaying any emotions. I tried to smile at her awkwardly. “I want to talk to you.” She appeared a little agitated. “Is there anything to talk about?” I tried to reply bravely, pretending to be unfazed by what had happened minutes ago. “What were you doing in Mike’s room?” She asked angrily. “Am I supposed to tell you?” I replied, avoiding any direct contact with her eyes. “You saw everything that was happening there.” “I didn’t expect you to be peeking at my mom.” She felt hurt. But, I also felt a twinge of jealousy in her voice. ‘Is she jealous?’ I thought ‘That it wasn’t her, but her mother, whom we had been watching?’ I did not have any means to verify my hunch, but it made me feel a lot better. “I am sorry for that.” I was feeling little confident now. “Do you want to know the truth? If you can believe me…” She did not reply. “We’re not there for your mom. We’re not waiting for her. It’s only an accident that she happened to be in the bathroom. We’re waiting for someone else.” “Who?” I knew she was smart enough to figure out that someone else. She knew very well I was talking about her, but she wanted to hear it from me. The time had come to reveal the truth and face the consequence. I prayed for the positive and replied. “You.” I noticed a momentary flicker in her facial expression, but she regained her composure. She looked at me, silently. She was only one year older than me, and was a childhood friend like Mike. We had spent years together. It might have been hard for her to find his friend was more interested in her mother than her. Suzy resembled her mother in many ways. She had the same round smiling face, but shorter hair. Contrary to her mother, she was thin, and her body was more curvaceous than her mother's. In her slightly tanned color, she was a perfect example of an oriental beauty. I knew I wanted her desperately, wanted to feel her body next to mine, and wanted to make love to her. Encouraged with her response, I moved closer to her and put my arms over her shoulder. Suzy did not try to move away from me. “How long have you been doing this?” Her sudden question startled me. “It was my first occasion.” “I don’t believe you.” She replied suspiciously. “Just go and ask Mike? Why should I lie to you? As for Mike, he’d been watching you for quite some time. He just loves to spy on you while you shower.” She pondered over my reply. I guessed that she believed me. I tried to pull her into my arms and to my surprise she did not resist it and came into my arms. I hugged her, feeling her soft petite body in my embrace. I looked into her dark eyes; they were looking into me. Her lips were slightly parted, showing the row of perfect white teeth. I bent my head and put my lips over her quivering lips. She responded positively, thrusting her lips forward to meet my kissing lips. We remained in that position exploring each other. I could feel my cock again regaining its hardness. Slowly, I let my hands travel along her body and reach her ass. I lightly grabbed her ass cheeks in my hand and squeezed them. Suzy continued sucking my lips. I felt more daring and took my one hand between her thighs and felt her mound. I could feel her soft mound beneath the soft material of her shorts. I felt the corners of her panties, felt the triangular zone trapped between them and felt the slit of her cunt beneath them. My cock was hard again, rubbing furiously at her tummy. "I love you Suzy." I whispered hoarsely into her ear. “I want to make love to you.” Suddenly, she broke the kiss and moved away from me. She opened the door, looked back at me and went away. I watched her go, did not try to stop her. I had a feeling that she also wanted me and it would not be long before she would agree to make love with me. My cock jerked with excitement. If getting caught red handed was an omen, it appeared to be a good one. Suzy now knew what I wanted. In the night when I fucked mom, I was still thinking about Suzy and her mother. Mom was little puzzled to find me little aloof during our lovemaking. However, her bewilderment soon evaporated, when I fucked her hard. I fucked her twice that night, once thinking her as Suzy and second time as Michelle Wong. Next morning while we rode to school, I asked Mike whether Suzy had talked with him last night. His answer was no. Last evening he was so afraid that after the incident he did not come out of his room at all. He did not even know that Suzy had visited me last evening. He was still afraid that Suzy might tell her mother. I told him to be relaxed and told him about my meeting with Suzy. “Are you meeting her today?” Once he was relaxed, he got curious. “How can I say? She’s your sister not mine.” He did not say anything. I looked at him; he diverted his gaze away from me, avoiding eye contact. He appeared little different; probably he was still feeling the aftereffect of last evening’s episode. We rode to school. My mind was busy with Suzy, and I found it difficult to concentrate on studies. ‘Oh God!’ I thought. ‘It’s becoming a regular feature.’ During the recess, Suzy bumped into me. I was standing near my locker when she appeared from nowhere. She was looking great in her blue jeans and T-shirt. She talked with me casually, but did not mention anything about last evening's events. We talked for some time before she went back to her class. After returning from school, I changed and ate my lunch. I was about to retire to my room, when I heard the doorbell. I opened the door. Suzy was standing at the front door. She was still in the same dress she was wearing at school. I watched her beautiful face shining in the afternoon sun. “Hi!” I exclaimed delightfully. “How come you’re here?” “I…I…” She replied hesitantly. “Where is aunt Jane?” “She’s not here. Why don’t you just come in?” I was convinced that she had not come to see my mom. I let her in and watched in the direction of her house, at its curtain-draped windows. I had a nagging feeling that Mike would be somewhere behind those curtains, watching his sister entering my house. ‘Poor Mike’ I thought. ‘I got to do something for him.’ I closed the front door and looked at the wall clock. It was still more than one and half hours before mom would return. I knew Suzy knew perfectly well when mom would be returning, and she was pretending. That was good for me. If she had something else on her mind, there was plenty of time to explore it. I took two cans of coke from the refrigerator. “Lets go to my room.” I handed her the coke. “You can wait there.” Suzy followed me to the room. She sat on my chair and sipped her coke. I watched her intently. She was looking at me quizzically. Obviously, she had something on her mind, but she was hesitating to ask me. “Do you want to ask me something?” I tried to ease it on her. “No… Yes…” She fumbled with words. “You told me last night…” “What?” “That… it was not mom you and Mike were waiting for.” She was still hesitant. “Yeah. We were expecting you.” “You told me you were there for the first time.” My reply was again a short yes. If she were leading toward some conclusion, it was probably good. “How long since Mike has been doing this?” “It is difficult to tell the exact duration,” I tried to recollect when did Mike tell me about it. “Maybe for the last two or three months.” “Did he see me naked?” “He didn’t tell me everything about you.” I smiled teasingly. “But as far as I know he had seen you in every possible way and from every possible angle.” I watched the color of her face changing; she appeared a little perturbed. “If you mean to know whether he has told me that you shave your pussy regularly.” I added further; I was enjoying her predicament. “Or, that you masturbate sometimes in shower, then the answer is yes.” Her face was red; she was cornered. I sensed my unassailable position. I put my can on the table and moved over to her. Taking her hand I pulled her out of chair and put my arms around her. Suzy did not try to resist and let her body cling to me. I bent my head and kissed her deep on her open lips. She responded positively by wrapping her arms around my head and letting her wet tongue slide into my mouth. I sucked her moist tongue hungrily. My hand trailed to her breast, and I touched her lightly. She did not seem to have a bra under her T-shirt. I felt a mild quiver through her body; her tongue continued exploring my mouth. I again, fondled her tits, this time my hand stayed there for a longer period, feeling her boobs through the material of her T-shirt. Encouraged by her positive response, I grabbed her boobs and pinched them forcefully. Suzy broke the kiss and whimpered lightly. I continued massaging her nice little tits through her t-shirt. My free hand roamed into her pubic region. I fumbled with the button of her jeans and finally succeeded in unfastening it. I lowered the zipper of her jeans and forced it down along her thighs. “Ahhhhhh…!” She moaned as my hand touched her pussy through her panties. Again, I put my lips over hers, kissing her passionately. I felt the fat mound of her pussy, gently running my fingers along the slit. I could feel the dampness in her panties covering her slit. She was getting wet. I let my hand slide into the elastic band of her panties and then to her bare mound. My hand felt the smooth shaved skin of her cunt. I broke the kiss and let her sit on the chair again. Sitting in front of her, I pulled her jeans and blue panties off her legs. Suddenly, realizing her nakedness she tried to cover her pussy with her hands. I forcibly, pulled her hands away from her crotch and let them rest on the sides of the chair. Pulling her lower body forward, I spread her thighs apart letting her magnificent cunt fully open to my lascivious vision. “Have you done it before?” I asked her. She did not reply, but her head moved shyly answering in negative. This was the first time; her pussy was opened to the lustful gaze of a male. Feelings of shame and lust were written on her face. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she was watching me in anticipation. Gently, with my fingers, I spread her rose-colored outer pussy lips, exposing her inner pinkness. I lecherously gazed at the inner folds of her cunt, her welcoming slit and the small bud of her clitoris at the top it. I slid my index finger inside her hot opening, feeling the wetness seeping out of her cunt. Slowly, I put another finger and let my two fingers move inside her delicious pussy. Her cunt perfectly fitted to my intruding fingers. I felt the soft muscles of her cunt clinging to my fingers, and I slowly started moving them in and out. Suzy bent her head backward and moaned. I persisted with my fingers' to and fro motion. Suzy was crying with pleasure, she had shoved her abdomen forward exposing her horny cunt further to my probing fingers. I wetted my dry lips with saliva. I wanted to taste that pussy. While my fingers maintained their steady rhythm, I bent my head and touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. The musky pungent smell of her cunt filled my nostrils. Inhaling her musky aroma, I lapped at her clit. Her body shuddered in excitement. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh…!” She mumbled. “Yeah! Do it.” I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and buried my face into her crotch. Folding my tongue, I forced it deep inside her pussy. Her wetness flowed into my mouth and, I relished the salty taste of her pussy juices. I thrust my tongue back and forth into her hot tunnel. Suzy was squealing with delight, her body writhing with excitement. She had locked her legs behind my neck, pulling my hair with her hand, deep into her pussy. She was furiously rubbing her dripping cunt to my sucking lips. I continued savoring her delectable pussy juices, while my thumb played with her hard clitoris. Suddenly, her body became completely tense. She cried loudly, tightening her legs around my head, she pushed her pelvis with a sudden force and let go her wildly throbbing cunt around my tongue. I sucked her till the trembling in her body subsided. Finally, she released her grip. I removed my face from her pussy. I watched her swollen pussy lips, drenched with my saliva and her own juices. It was a great spectacle. I loved that pussy and desperately wanted to put my raging hard on between those welcoming lips. I stood and forced Suzy onto her feet. Carefully, I removed her T- shirt, exposing her nice little tits. I savored the beauty of her shapely teenaged boobs. Her boobs were small like her mother's, nicely fitting to her petite body. Slightly upturned, her nipples were pointing erotically. I touched her bare skin, feeling her soft mounds and squeezed them lightly. I pinched her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling and pulling them. I bent my head and gently took her nipple into my mouth. I took her nipple between my teeth and teased them with gentle biting action. Suzy moaned, moving her hand to my mammoth hard on. She touched my rigid manhood through the material of my shorts, massaging it lightly with her palm. My teeth nibbled on her titties, while she lowered my shorts to my thighs and grabbed my hard on. Slowly, she ran her hand along the length of my cock, sending me into a state of erotic frenzy. I left her tits and pulled her into my embrace, kissing her deeply on the lips. She responded with eagerness. Her hand still on my rigid organ, Suzy ran the tip of my cock along the length of her pussy crack. I was about to lead her to my bed, when a sudden movement behind me forced me to turn around. The door was opened, and Mike was standing there, smiling teasingly, his eyes savoring his sister’s charming nakedness. I was surprised but not much, as I had expected Mike to be spying on his sister. I looked at Suzy, she looked puzzled but she did not appear to be terrified by the presence of her brother. Mike winked at us. “I am sorry, Ted. You have a bad habit of letting your kitchen door open. Mind if I join in too.” Again, I looked at Suzy. She was coolly watching her brother, not even trying to cover her nakedness. She stood there silently, displaying her naked charms to her brother. Mike did not wait for us to reply and started removing his clothes and within a minute, he was completely naked in front of us, smiling and gently massaging his hard boner. Then, he moved past me, pulled her sister into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips. Something was definitely wrong. They were behaving strangely, quite contrary to what I had expected. I looked at them unbelievingly. Mike understood my dilemma. “Are you surprised Ted?” He asked me jokingly. I gawked at him foolishly. Mike laughed, and I saw Suzy’s lips bending into a wide grin. I suddenly got my senses, my mind trying to put two and two together. “He is still confused Suzy.” Mike ran his fingers along her cunt slit. “Lets tell him the truth, before he dies of shock.” “Okay, tell him.” Suzy was still smiling. “We did it last night Ted.” He informed me triumphantly. “What!” I did not know what to say. “Last night Suzy came to my room, and we fucked.” He was laughing. “It was simply great. I am sorry Ted. I know you wanted her first, but it happened that way." “You motherfucker.” I suddenly felt irritated. They were fooling me. I recalled my talk with Mike in the morning and the chat which I had minutes ago with Suzy. None of them gave any hint of what was going between them. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?” “Don’t call me motherfucker, Ted.” He answered mockingly. “I am not a motherfucker yet. If you like, you may call me sister fucker.” “You asshole. Why didn’t you tell me?” I was visibly irritated. “Sorry pal.” He sensed my annoyance. “We just wanted to give you a nice little surprise. Isn’t it? ” Suzy burst into laughter. I realized I was unnecessarily getting angry. After all, I was about to get what I wanted. The queen of my fantasies standing right next to me, completely naked ready to feel my cock inside her. I gabbed her into my arm and pulled her away from Mike. “Okay honey. You're going to pay for this stupid trick. I’m gonna fuck you hard.” I lifted her tiny naked body into my arms and brought her to my bed and dropped her. I hurriedly removed my T-shirt and jumped onto the bed. I forced her thighs apart and positioned my cock at the delectable opening of her cunt. Suzy watched me with anticipation, opening her thighs further, welcoming my intrusion. “Do it Ted,” Mike shouted from behind. “She told me last night that she desperately wanted to fuck you.”