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No Expectations

By: epiphany65



"You can't be wise and in love at the same time." -- Bob Dylan

*

Nestled in the woods of Essex County is a small two-bedroom camp. It's situated on two acres of land and overlooks picturesque Douglas Lake. The camp was built by my father and his father almost ten years before I was born. They intended it to be a place to go in the summer to fish and to hunt in the winter. Then once us kids started arriving it became a place for us to go camping each spring and summer.

Those weekends at the camp with my parents, brother and sisters are some of the happiest memories of my life. Every July Dad would take a week's vacation from his job at Hewitt's Hardware in downtown Mason Springs, where we lived. I especially looked forward to this extended stay at the camp each summer. We would help him load the station wagon with sleeping bags, blankets, boxes of canned food and everything else we needed for the trip.

For ten days every summer we would spend our days swimming, hiking or paying cards and board games if it rained. Dad had built a barbeque pit in back of the camp where he cooked chicken that Mom had packed in bags of ice. Sometimes Dad caught a few trout in the lake and we had those as a treat. Then some nights once it grew dark and we didn't feel like playing Scrabble or Monopoly us kids would sit on the floor in front of an old plaid couch that Dad had bought at a yard sale and he would tell us ghost stories by the light of a kerosene lamp. Mom would sometimes scold him for frightening us, but I loved hearing those creepy tales of ghosts or escaped lunatics whom Dad swore roamed those woods at nights.

Once I reached twenty I came to believe that our little camp really was haunted by ghosts. No, not the kind like poor Ebenezer Scrooge was visited by on Christmas Eve, nor the type that terrorize families whose houses are built on ancient burial grounds. These ghosts were the kind that dwell in our own minds and haunt us day and night, but are of our own creation. 

They say that Heaven is full of people who are forgiven and Hell is full of people who can't forgive themselves. The latter applied to me, and I was only eventually freed from the hell of my own making by the love and understanding of my younger sister, Lori. She felt responsible for my plight, but I honestly never blamed her. Still, I will be forever grateful for her having shown me how to forgive myself and love her in a whole different way.

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By the time I was twenty-five there had been many changes in our family -- not all of them welcome ones. My grandfather had been gone for fifteen years and Dad had died of a heart attack almost two years previously. Mom was fifty-seven and still living in our childhood home. My older brother and sister were thirty-somethings. Justin was a lawyer, married, with a two-year old son and living with his wife in Austin. Michelle was married too. She and her husband, Gavin, lived a few blocks from Mom. She was a nurse and Gavin was a veterinarian. They had a daughter, Kelly, who was four.

Lori, the youngest of us kids, was twenty-two. She was still living with Mom while she completed her final year at business school. Lori wanted to move out, but was forced by finances to remain at home. I was happy about this; I think Mom was too. Mom wasn't getting any younger. Her arthritis had gotten worse over the years and she was glad to not be living alone. I was very glad that Lori was there with her.

I had fulfilled my strongest ambition once I reached my early twenties. When I was twelve my parents gave me a camera for Christmas. That began my life-long passion for photography. I had gone to art college in Kensington after finishing high school and earned a B.F.A. in Photography. At twenty-four I began working with a portrait photographer in town. Eventually I started shooting weddings and other stuff on my own most weekends for extra money. I had a small apartment, a car that I leased. I was making a pretty good living. Life was good. Life would have been perfect were it not for the tense relationship I had with Lori. Then one Saturday my mother told me something that ended up changing that for good. It was the second week of July and I had stopped in to visit Mom, like I always did once or twice a week.

"David, I've been thinking about selling the camp," Mom said. We were sitting at opposite ends of her kitchen table. She was having a cup of tea and I was eating banana bread she had made and drinking a glass of Pepsi. 

"Uh... okay," I said, somewhat surprised.

Mom let out a heavy sigh. "It's just that we haven't used it since your father died and probably won't," she said. "I've talked it over with your brother and sisters and none of them want to buy it and they agree with me. Soon it will need repairs, so it's best to sell it before then."

I nodded, feeling a lump growing in my throat. Memories of summers past flashed in my mind. The thought of letting the camp go saddened me. But once I reconsidered it I admitted to myself that I only wanted to keep the camp out of sentimentality. The cold hard reality was that I hadn't wanted to go up there in the past year or so. Neither had anyone else. Even once the camp was sold I would always have my memories and photographs of the times we had spent there. There was also one other important consideration: Mom needed the money that selling the camp would bring in.

"I think that's a good idea, Mom," I said. "It's only going to be a money pit in a year or so anyway. It's best to sell it now, while it's still worth something." When I saw a smile on my mother's face it relieved me. I thought for a few seconds, then said "But before you sell it, I'd like to go up there one last time. There are some things I'd like to take out of it. None of it is really valuable -- mostly pictures and stuff, but it all reminds me of my childhood. Plus, it would be fun to spend one last weekend there. You can come if you want."

Mom reached inside the sleeve of her purple cardigan. She pulled out a piece of Kleenex and wiped her teary eyes with it. She shook her head. "No, I don't want to go back there," Mom said. "I want to remember it as it was. But you go ahead, David -- stay as long as you want." She gave me a weak smile.

"Thanks, Mom," I said. "I can probably go up there next week. I have some sick days accumulated at work, so I could stay about five days."

"Go where, Dave?"

I turned my head and saw Lori standing in the entrance to the kitchen. Her hands were in the pockets of her shorts and she looked curious. Her blue eyes were glued to me.

"Up to the camp," I told my sister. "I want to get some things out of it before Mom sells it and I thought it would be fun to spend a little time up there while I'm at it."

Lori thought about what I had said for several seconds, then smiled. "Cool!" she exclaimed. "That sounds like fun. When are you going? I want to go too."

I winced, then hoped neither Mom nor Lori noticed. I forced a smile. "Sure. If you want to," I said half-heartedly. "I didn't think you'd want to go though."

Lori walked over and pulled a chair away from the table. She sat down between me and Mom. "Are you kidding? I loved that place when we were kids," she said. "I'm sad that Mom's selling it, but I understand why." A frown appeared on her face for a moment, then vanished. "And one last camping trip would be a blast," she added, sounding excited once more.

"I thought I'd leave on Wednesday and come back on Sunday. If I can clear it with Malcolm," I said. "Things have been slow at the studio, so he shouldn't have a problem with it."

My sister nodded. "Okay. Whenever you want to go is fine with me. I'm sort of at loose ends till school starts again," Lori said with a nervous laugh. She gave Mom an apprehensive look. Lori hadn't found a summer job and that had been a sore point between her and our mother. I thought that a few days apart might do them both good.

"Okay. I'll give you a call once I make some plans," I told my sister. I got up and fished my car keys from my pants pocket. "I should get going. I want to take some photos on the beach at sunset."

Driving back to my apartment I felt disappointed with myself. No, I had not told Lori that she couldn't come with me to the camp, but I probably didn't make her feel especially welcome either. How long could I punish her for my guilt and insecurities, I wondered, mentally scolding myself. She hadn't been so excited about going to the camp since we were kids, and here I was wishing she wasn't going with me. 

I felt like a turd. It wasn't Lori's fault that I was apprehensive about spending a week alone with her. I promised myself that I would do my utmost to make sure she had a good time. I wanted her last memories of the camp to be good ones, and I wasn't going to let my hang-ups spoil that. I loved my sister. That was sort of part of the problem though. Over the years that love had turned into desire. I knew exactly when I had begun to feel that way about her too, and she would know as well if I was perfectly honest with her about how I felt. But I couldn't even be perfectly honest with myself, let alone with Lori.

###

After discussing the situation with Malcolm, the owner of the portrait studio where I worked, he agreed to let me take half of the week off. I think he was actually secretly glad because business was so slow that month. I called Lori that Monday night and told her. She was even more excited now that plans had been made.

"That's great, Dave," she said. "I can't wait. This is going to be so much fun!"

My sister sounded like an excited girl a few days before Christmas. I smiled as I listened to her animated voice over the phone. "I'll pick you up Wednesday morning around ten," I told her.

"Okay, I'll be ready," she promised. "What should I bring?" she asked.

"The usual stuff we brought when we were kids," I said.

"Like that big orange squirt gun I had?" she teased.

"Uh... you can leave that behind, Lori." I smiled as I spoke, thinking of how my little sister used to chase us around, or lie in wait behind patches of alders and blast us with streams of lake water with that plastic gun. "I'll be bringing food and stuff, so all you'll need is clothes -- those sorts of things," I told her.

"Well, not too many clothes. I'm going to spend most of my time swimming or getting a tan," she said, then let out an excited giggle. "Maybe I'll just pack my bikini."

My cock pulsed and began to harden as I recalled the last time I had seen my younger sister in a bikini. She had been eighteen then. The bikini was turquoise and barely covered her where it should have. Actually, it didn't cover her very well if she bent over, or lept from the lake suddenly. More than once I saw a good portion of her firm ass or an errant nipple peeking from her bikini top as she waded out of the water, dripping wet, or rolled over while sunbathing. Mom admonished her for wearing something so revealing more than once -- "almost indecent" was how she referred to it. But Lori laughed defiantly and said she saw no harm in her bikini, since we were all family and she knew she was safe around Dad, Justin and me. Mom glowered, and in retrospect I think she was shrewder than Lori.

"Okay, whatever you think you'll need. We'll be there for five days," I reminded Lori. Now I was excited, but in a much different way than my sister.

By the time I hung up the phone my cock was tenting my trousers. I rubbed it through them. Lori's haunting voice echoed in my head and images of how she had looked in her bikini flashed in my mind. I began to mentally prepare myself for five days of torment. I would have to be careful to not let my little sister realize just how horny she made me. But her mention of bringing a bikini told me that was going to be difficult, if not impossible. The last time she had caught me with a hard-on had almost destroyed our relationship. I began to worry.

###

I got up early Wednesday morning to finish packing and load the car. The night before I had tossed some clothes, a few toiletries and other things in a duffel bag. I had also half-filled some two liter pop bottles with water and put them in the freezer. Now that they were frozen they would keep the chicken and cold cuts I was bringing cold. Still, those items would have to be eaten first. I put the perishables and ice in a Coleman cooler. I loaded the boxes of food and other things in the back seat of the car -- along with empty boxes to bring things back from the camp in. I took one final look inside the car and gave the list of items to bring that I had written another scan. It seemed as though I had packed everything.

I drove to Mom's to pick up Lori with a little trepidation. When I arrived there Lori was waiting in the kitchen for me. She was sitting on a chair wearing blue shorts and a red tank top. Her legs were crossed and she was impatiently swinging one foot. Her brown hair flowed over her shoulders and she was wearing a baseball cap. She looked very cute, but I tried not to dwell on that aspect of her.

"I haven't seen her this excited since Christmas Eve when she was six," Mom teased. She was drinking tea and eating a bagel with cream cheese. Although she seemed amused, I got the feeling that underneath that she was a little annoyed with Lori's impatience.

Lori shot Mom an irked look and stood up. At her feet was a purple and black nylon duffel bag. When I picked it up I was surprised and even somewhat relieved to feel how heavy it was. Maybe my little sister had packed more clothes than I expected her to after all. Hopefully she would wear them and spare me a lot of torment.

"You guys have fun," Mom said as she handed me the key to the camp and followed us to the door. "But be careful. You're in the middle of nowhere. If you get hurt, help might not arrive in time."

I tried not to roll my eyes. "We'll be just fine, Mom," I assured her. "I have my cell phone if there's an emergency."

Mom gave me a relieved smile. I hugged her and kissed her cheek, neglecting to add that there was no cell service in the middle of Harrison County, deep in the woods. Mom stood at the door waving as Lori and I drove off. She was acting like we were explorers setting out for The New World.

I had only driven to our camp once. That was when I was seventeen, and Dad had actually only let me drive half way there. But I had made the journey enough times with the family to know it well. It was about a forty-five minute trip outside of Mason Springs, to the east. You head down Greenway Road, then left on Bishop Road for about five miles until the pavement ends. Then turn left and drive almost another two miles along a dirt road that's all mud in the early spring once the snow melts and a sheet of ice in the winter. The sign beside the gravel road says Jackson's Glen, but there isn't even a post office there, so I don't think it's an official town. But that was where the camp was -- down a cow path that served as a driveway.

We had only been on the road about twenty minutes when Lori began to seem bored. She was punching the buttons on the car radio, jumping from one station to another. Static greeted her with each push of the button, except once. Eventually she gave up with a loud sigh of frustration when she discovered that the only station that came in clearly played nothing but country music. She switched the radio off and slumped back in her seat, arms folded as she stared at the oncoming road.

"Want me to take you back home?" I asked, turning to grin at her.

"No -- don't you dare," she said, looking at me wide-eyed and worried. "I was just hoping to find some good music on the radio instead of that hillbilly stuff."

I laughed. "You'll have better luck once we get to the camp," I told her. "You can get stations from upstate New York there. I bought one of those wind-up radios that doesn't need batteries a couple of days ago. It's in my duffel bag."

Lori twisted in her seat and her face lit up. "Thanks," she gushed. "You really do think of everything, Dave."

I smiled, feeling a little smug. "Well, someone has to, since you're such an airhead," I teased.

My little sister pouted. She reminded me of when she was eight and Mom would scold her for something. "Am not!" she spat out and gave my arm a swat, then laughed. She turned her head my way a little and smiled. It was almost a flirtatious smile and made my cock began to stiffen. I returned her smile, then focused on the road again.

When I saw the sign that said Jackson's Glen I was relieved. That meant that we were almost there. It also meant I hadn't gotten us lost. There had been little rain that summer and the road was packed as hard as asphalt, but full of potholes. I dodged as many as I could but it was impossible to miss them all. Lori let out a few grunts as the car hit especially deep potholes. She braced her right hand on the dashboard, leaning forward a little. I took a quick glance at her and noticed how her breasts bounced inside her tank top as I navigated the rutty road. My cock hardened again and I let the wheels drift a little to the left, towards a big pothole as I stole another look at my sister's quivering mounds.

When I pulled up in front of our camp I smiled in relief. I stopped at the edge of the gravel driveway rather than venturing closer and risk starting a fire in the grass with my hot muffler. My back was sore and my legs ached from sitting in the car. I needed to get out and walk around a bit. I think Lori did too because I heard her groan as she gingerly swung her legs out of the car. 

I stood beside my car, looking the camp over. I didn't see any broken windows or anything else awry. I was relieved, because people sometimes broke into vacant camps during the winter, hoping to steal whatever they could, or even cause damage just for the sick fun of it. Our little white camp with blue trim looked just as we had left it.

I began unloading boxes of groceries from the back seat and brought the cooler from the trunk. The grass was ankle-deep and I walked through it towards the verandah on the front of the camp, facing Douglas Lake. I climbed the three steps and sat the box down by the door, then went back for another. I met Lori carrying our duffel bags. She followed me back to the car and we carried the last two boxes and the cooler to the camp.

The rusty hinges of the screen door squeaked as I pulled it open. I unlocked the inner heavy wooden door and gave it a push. It was stuck a little, but a kick made it swing open. I stepped inside and looked around. The place smelled musty from having been closed for so long. I put the box I was carrying on the counter and opened the window behind the hand pump. Fresh air began streaming in. I drew in deep breaths, thinking the air smelled better here than at home.

"This place looks exactly as I remember it," Lori remarked, sounding surprised.

I turned around towards my sister. She was standing at the front half of the camp, which was covered with old green carpet. In the far corner to my right was a wooden shelf. She was scanning it's contents as though for the first time. It contained books, magazines, old copies of Reader's Digest and board games. Those things had kept us entertained many rainy days and nights during our camping trips. Beside the shelf was a card table with Scrabble and Monopoly games on it. Four folding aluminum chairs were arranged haphazardly around the table. Off to one side was an old gold-coloured platform rocker where Mom often sat reading books or magazines.

The front door was flanked by large picture windows on either side, providing a perfect view of the lake and surrounding woods. Upon entering the camp was the old plaid couch to the right. I looked it over, thinking of the many times I had slept on it. A few feet in front of it was a low rectangular table. There was a cribbage board and a deck of cards on it.


No Expectations



Going into the date I had no expectations. I had been on many "web" dates in the past so I knew enough not to hope for too much no matter what my date looked like in her profile pictures. I had met girls for whom the phrase "Average Build" might have been average in their circle of friends, but in my world they were grossly overweight, and I have met those for whom the term "Curvy" apparently made reference to the number of rolls between their ribcage and their waist. I even met one girl who might have been pretty but she was missing a front tooth, and another gal that had used someone else's picture entirely. The picture she posted looked like Jane Seymour but she looked more like Mamma Cass in real life. Don't get me wrong, I met more than a few nice girls along the way, but I had known enough disappointments to know that I should not to be too optimistic. 

For those of you who might be considering web dating avoid girls who post "glamour shots" at all cost. They will never look like that again, if they ever did! Still, web dating was fun, it got me out of the house, and I have made a few friends of the women I have met along the way. I just hadn't met "the one". So as I walked in the door of the restaurant I wasn't hoping for more than a couple of hours of pleasant conversation.

As usual, I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes early to be sure I was there when my date arrived. I tipped the hostess and she assured me she would seat my date and I at a secluded table. The restaurant itself was perfect: quiet, dark, and it had a reputation for having wait staff who knew enough to be unobtrusive. 

I don't know about you, but I have just about had enough of perky waiters and waitresses who want to be your friend for the evening. To me the less involvement you have with them the better. Don't ask me if I need more water, just fill the glass. Don't interrupt me when I am talking to my companion. And, most of all, don't come by every five minutes to see if "everything is okay". It is! If it wasn't, Buffy, or Sparky, or whatever your name is, you would know already!

Rather than go to the table I always prefer to remain at the front door and wait for my date there. I didn't have to wait long before my phone buzzed on my hip with a new text message, "I'm here! Where are you?" I responded that I would meet her outside.

When Molly walked up I was pleasantly surprised. She looked pretty much the same as she did in the pictures she had posted in her online dating profile. She was blonde, slender (Yea!!), and dressed in a conservative yet flattering manner: black tailored pants, high heels, and a white silky blouse that plunged just enough to show a hint of cleavage. In spite of the fact I could instantly see that she wore little or no makeup I was immediately taken with her looks. She was one of those lucky few women who, at forty plus years of age, could look as good with, or without, makeup. There was not a line in her face, her complexion was flawless, and only when she smiled at me could I see any evidence of her age at all. We hugged briefly, exchanged pleasantries, and then we made our way into the restaurant. As I followed Molly inside I was able to check her out from behind and the view did not disappoint. While not a "bubble butt" her ass was one I immediately knew would look amazing if she were on all fours. But I digress...

Dinner was nice. The meal itself, if not outstanding, was memorable enough that I knew I would come back to this restaurant in the future if only for the atmosphere. But, I hardly noticed dinner. My attention was completely on Molly. From the moment we sat down we talked as comfortably as old friends. As we became more comfortable with each other she asked me some pretty tough questions about my past, my divorce, etc., but she did so in such a manner that I never felt like I was on the spot. It seemed as though the more I opened up to her the more I wanted to. I told her things I have never told anyone, let alone on a first date. To be honest I thought at one point I was completely blowing it and I clammed up for a while. I think Molly sensed that and she began to talk more about herself. Molly was just as forthcoming with me as I was with her, and by the time dessert was served it seemed I knew as much about her as I did my ex wife, and I had been married to her for years.

When dinner was over and we walked back outside I thought the date was over. To my surprise Molly suggested we get a drink at the wine bar a few doors up the street. My response was an immediate, "Absolutely!" and I took her hand for the very first time. She looked at me and smiled a coy smile I will never forget.

Sitting on a big leather sofa in a quiet corner of the wine bar the chemistry Molly and I had enjoyed over dinner continued to grow; only now there was an intimacy to it that was possible only because we were sitting so closely. Being only a few inches away from each other we were able to look more deeply into each other's eyes than before, and the incidental body contact between us served only as a catalyst for the feelings that were beginning to develop inside of me. Molly, I was happy to discover, was amazing. As the evening progressed I desperately wanted to kiss her. I could only hope she felt the same way.

Unlike many men my age there is still something of a little boy inside of me when it comes to girls, and it was no different with Molly. As we approached her car at the end of the evening the butterflies I felt in anticipation of what I hoped would be our first kiss were beating a staccato rhythm in my stomach. My heart was pounding slightly in my chest, and I felt more than a little short of breath. But there was no awkwardness to the moment at all, mostly due to Molly. As soon as she turned towards me after opening her car door she leaned in and gave me a light but meaningful kiss. That kiss quickly turned into second, deeper kiss, and in moments she melted into me as my arms pulled her close. The passion I felt welling up inside of me seemed to be echoed in Molly. I could feel her breathing become as labored as my own and she moaned into my mouth as I ardently pressed the kiss.

When we finally pulled back and broke the kiss, still somewhat out of breath Molly gasped, "We have to get out of here!"

"Where?" I asked.

"Follow me," she said with a wink and she jumped into her car.

I never let myself get too far behind Molly as we wound our way through the streets to our unknown destination, but as luck would have it I got cut off by a pickup truck that squeezed its way between us in spite of my best efforts not to let it do so. By the time the truck had turned off a few more blocks up the road Molly's car was nowhere to be seen. I wouldn't go so far as to say I was panicked, I did have her cell phone number after all, but I was anxious none-the-less. But, those fears were quickly relieved when I saw the tail lights of her coupe at the side of the road up ahead. I blinked my high beams at her a couple of times and she took the lead once again. Before long we were on a quiet residential street and Molly pulled into her drive way.

By the time I got myself parked and climbed out of my car Molly had already run into her house leaving the door open behind her. I followed her inside where it was still dark and before my eyes could even adjust to the light I was startled by the door slamming shut behind me. 

In an instant Molly was on me. She pushed her tongue deeply into my mouth and she crushed my lips with her own. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She moaned into my mouth and I could feel her fingernails raking my back. I pushed her up against the wall and I began to assault her body with my hands and mouth. Molly closed her eyes and arched her neck as I kissed and bit my way up her neck towards her ear which I bit none too gently, but much to her delight. My hands found her breasts through her blouse and while not large they felt full and firm in my hands. I firmly squeezed them upwards and together which accentuated the cleavage I had seen earlier. 

The next few minutes were like a scene from a movie. Virtually never breaking the kiss, we anxiously stumbled and fumbled our way to the back of the house dropping clothes as we went. Naked we fell on onto the bed in each other's arms and in an instant I was inside her. We clutched at each other urgently and I immediately began to lose control. I thrust myself into her passionately only a few times and I was so aroused I could already feel myself swelling with the onset of my release. Molly must have felt it too, but before she could utter the words, "Not yet!" I was already spilling my seed deep inside of her uncontrollably, the spasms I felt seemingly going on forever. When it was over I collapsed into Molly's arms and struggled momentarily to regain my breath. "That was incredible!" I whispered.

"Well, it might have been..." replied Molly with a hint of sarcasm.

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at her. "I'm sorry!" I said as I stroked her blonde hair away from her face.

"Don't be!" Molly said with a smile. "It is flattering that you were so excited. I was just so close," she said with a sigh emphasizing the word 'so' by dragging it out for a couple of seconds. "It has been a long time since I have been with a man."

"Who says it is over?" I asked with a sly smile as I pulled this beautiful woman close to me and kissed her softly. 

I propped myself back up on one elbow and looked down at this amazing woman I had know only a few hours. I pushed her hair back behind her ear then traced the line of her jaw with my fingers. I turned my hand over and let the back of my fingers caress Molly's cheek. She flushed at my touch. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead, the bridge of her nose, and then lightly on the lips while my fingers danced lightly over her shoulders and down her arm. I could feel the hair on her arm stand up in the excitement. I circled my fingers around her hip bone a time or two then I drug my nails lightly upward along her side. Molly shuddered in pleasure. 

I continued to kiss Molly occasionally as my hands explored her upper body carefully avoiding her breasts. My touch glided lightly over her soft round shoulders, in my opinion one of the sexiest parts of a woman. I caressed the curve of her all but flat belly. At times my hand would grasp her side with more force. I touched here. I scratched lightly there. But always I avoided her breasts in spite of how much I wanted to touch them, and more so, how much the movements of Molly's body urged me to do so whenever my hand went near them. 

All the while my eyes soaked up the beauty that was laid out before me. In the moonlight that filtered through her window Molly's body was an intricate landscape of light and shadow, all in shades of grey. I could see every tiny hair on her torso and the delicate curve of her breasts. It was as though she was a living, breathing, photographic composition, and I wished I had my camera even though I knew those images would be imprinted on my mind for a very long time. 

In time my hands began to roam southward to caress her thighs which parted slightly to give me better access to her more sensitive regions. My fingers found the hollow at the back of her knee, to Molly's apparent delight, and I tickled her there sensuously. As before, I touched her everywhere except where she most wanted to be touched. That she wanted it was evidenced by the slight arching of her back every time my hand found its way close to her mound. 

And then slowly it began...

For the first time since I had begun to touch Molly I let her know that the touches she craved so much were imminent. The focus of my touch crept closer and closer to her breasts. My arm, not my hand would brush ever so slightly against their swell. Then, my hands themselves began to follow the lower curve of her breast now avoiding only her nipples which were hardened in anticipation. Finally, almost as though by accident, I allowed the palm of my hand to delicately graze Molly's nipple. She gasped, then held her breath waiting for me to do it again. I did. With circular motions the palm of my hand deftly teased first one nipple, then the other, and as sensitive as they were Molly could not help but respond even more than she had before. 

My touch had been light at first, but now I began to be forceful and sure. I squeezed Molly's breasts firmly, twisting her nipples between my thumb and forefinger tightly yet without trying to hurt her. As I did this I leaned over and kissed Molly more vigorously as well, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Molly responded by rolling towards me and we found ourselves in a passionate embrace once again. I had every intention of teasing Molly's pussy just as I had done to her breasts but instead, in the heat of the moment, I found myself sliding my hand firmly down over her belly and my fingers plowed into the folds between her legs with little or no regard for tenderness. I buried my middle finger deep inside of her probing for her G-spot while the heel of my hand crushed Molly's clit into her pubic bone. Molly responded by rocking her pelvis back and forth into my hand, groaning as she did so. 

We broke our kiss and looking me square in the eye Molly uttered two words, "Eat me!"

Who was I to argue?

Molly rolled onto her back while I made my way to the foot of the bed. I got down on my knees on the floor and pulled Molly towards me until her hips were in line with the end of the mattress. I pushed Molly's knees apart and she reacted by pulling her knees all the way back until her legs were flat on the bed on either side of her leaving me unfettered access to her pussy. I took a moment to gaze at the glory that was exposed before me and even in the moonlight I could see Molly had a beautiful pussy. It was trimmed, but unshaven, and the thin wisps of blonde hair that remained did nothing to hide the moist folds within. Her pussy was as delicate as an orchid and I longed to taste it.

I have never been interested in eating a cream pie, but I didn't hesitate for a second before my tongue was exploring Molly's clit. I used my thumbs to spread her outer lips and pull the hood off of her "little man". With a quick flicking motion of my tongue I teased her mercilessly. Molly's head thrashed side to side as I did this and I could feel her pulling away at times from me so intense was the feeling I was creating. I had teased her in emails that I would have her climbing the walls one day, and now, having pushed Molly into a hyper-sensitive state, I was proving it.

I knew I could bring Molly off in moments. Her clit was engorged and her breathing was ragged. But rather than rush her to orgasm I went back into a more patient mode once again because I wanted this to last. I love eating pussy and I knew that once Molly had reached her own orgasm that I would want to make love to her again and I wasn't ready to do that just yet. So, for the next ten or fifteen minutes I would take Molly to the brink of orgasm and then back off. I did this three or four times before Molly took matters in hand and grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into her crotch. Taking the hint she had enough teasing I increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit and when I knew she was close once again I slipped a finger inside her and began to stroke her G-spot which I had found earlier. In seconds I could feel Molly's pussy clamp down around my finger and she arched her back once again while grinding her pussy against my mouth as hard as she could. Between her gasps she loudly groaned, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" as she came.

Before Molly could even come down from her high I moved up her body and pushed myself back inside of her again. It took Molly a few seconds to even realize I was making love to her once more, but when she did she smiled up at me and said, "Thank you! That was incredible!"

"You are welcome!" I replied. "I told you I would have you climbing the walls!" I said with a smile.

"That you did," replied Molly. "But, you didn't say anything about the ceiling."

"I'm sorry."

"You had better be!" she said with a grin. "Now make love to me! Please!"

And I did! Hard, fast, slow, and deeply. We couldn't seem to stop kissing. We thrashed around on the bed, but we never really changed positions. Finally, after two or three of Molly's orgasms, I came again. Unlike before this wasn't an uncontrolled explosion, but a simple release of both my seed and emotion. Somewhere in the course of the night I had fallen in love with Molly.

Afterwards, as we laid there together in each other's arms, I knew that my life had changed. What had started as yet another date in a long string of web dates it had somehow transformed itself into a life altering experience. Now, three years later Molly and I are still together and I have never been more in love. We have enjoyed each other immensely, shared more than a few sexual adventures, but no matter how exciting those experiences were my thoughts often return to that very first night Molly and I spent together. It is not every day that you fall in love with a remarkable woman. I have truly been blessed. 



No Expectations



Blame it on a momentary lapse of sanity. She certainly didn't belong in a place like this. Sitting at the bar with both hands wrapped tightly around a long island ice tea that she barely touched, Kayla regretted every stale cigarette smoke choked breath she took. When a sideways glance to her left revealed the disappearance of the friend she never should have let talk her into this she let out a long sigh and accepted the consequences. There was no one to blame but herself. It was just two hours until last call, and then she could go home and forget this night ever happened.

"You look lost."

The heat of breath on her ear and the barely perceptible press of a hand at her lower back sent a jolt through her nearly causing the loss of her drink. Heart racing, Kayla turned to identify the culprit and brush him off as quickly as possible. Blue eyes, like a shadowed sea, stopped her short.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said loudly to compete with the primal bass and electronic notes flooding the air as he took the seat her friend recently vacated.

He was nothing like her preconceived notions. Tall, dark hair, and a mischievous smile with eyes you could get lost in was a stark contrast to the type of person she was certain would populate this setting. If the bar wasn't created to cater to the sexually deviant it might have been the beginning of a night she would never forget. Then again it already was.

"Happens when you're lost." She answered. "Can I get you a drink?"

Kayla might be out of her element but she refused to walk away from any opportunity. It was possible he was in the same predicament she now found herself.

"Sure." He smiled and waved the bartender over.

"Jack, sweetheart, enjoying your night? What can I get you?"

The familiar greeting from their petite blond host, with a chest Kayla was sure to be a man-made marvel, crushed her hopes of another lost soul to keep her company for the remainder of the evening.

"Whatever you have on tap. How's your boyfriend?"

She rolled her eyes beneath smoky lashes.

"I'm far too young to be saddled with his shit." She said with a laugh and turned to Kayla. "Can I get anything else for you, luv? I think that drink might have seen better days."

"No, just his drink." Kayla answered with a half smile.

"Why, Jack, decide to do more than watch tonight and you didn't invite me? I'm hurt." She said with a practiced pout that Jessica Rabbit could not have pulled off any better.

"Man can not live on bread alone, Suzette, but I'm sure you'll find the will to live again." Her companion answered in a melodramatic overture while Kayla began vigorously shaking her head in protest.

"No...I...We..."

"Don't worry, luv." Suzette cut in. "Jack here is the self appointed babysitter for those that get drug here unwittingly." She laughed and headed to her next customer after setting a frosted mug in front of him.

"Glad I'm that obvious." Kayla said with relief more to herself.

"What?" The stranger known as Jack said as he leaned closer.

"I'm glad you noticed I didn't fit in here." She answered loud enough for him to hear.

"So your friend tricked you into coming?"

"No. I don't know what I was thinking." Kayla answered shaking her head. "Consequences of being bored I guess."

"Idle hands are the devil's playground they say. I'm Jack by the way."

"Kayla." She nearly yelled offering her right hand.

He slid his fingers round the tips of hers and lifted her hand to his lips.

"Pleasure to meet you." He said bestowing a brief kiss on the smooth skin.

Kayla blushed.

"No, really, I'm not into any of this stuff." She reiterated as she pulled her hand away.

"Of course. I'm just old fashion." He said with a grin.

"Yeah, that's what you are." Kayla laughed. "I'll probably be sorry I asked but what brings you here?"

"Like, Suzette, said, I like to watch."

"There's porn for that, you know." She cast a sideways glance at him as she sipped from her drink.

"Ah, yes, porn. It's soooo...fake." He commented in a sarcastic tone. "Would you like to move to one of the quieter booths?"

The club was sectioned by a wall. The other side drowned all but the beat of the techno and each booth offered a bit of privacy allowing the club owner to claim plausible deniability over any questionable activities.

"Umm...my friend-" Kayla started.

"Nice friend." Jack interrupted with a frown, "I could just get you a cab, and send you home to try and salvage what little of the night is left."

She had every intention of taking him up on his very generous offer, but there was nothing left to salvage of the night if she left right now.

"Just to talk, right?"

Jack stood, grabbing his drink off the counter, and leaned across her body close enough to whisper in her ear.

"What are you afraid of, Kayla?"

The spice of his scent banished the stale air of the bar. She fought to keep herself from burying her nose in his neck. He was so close that if she turned her head just slightly it would be his lips touching hers. The quickening pace of her heart was not helping either.

"It's just...I don't want you to expect anything from me." She answered holding her breath in a futile attempt to hide the fact that she was nearly panting. The effect he seemed to have on her was staggering.

Jack pulled back but there was little help there. His eyes left her just as defenseless.

"I take it you're used to people expecting things from you."

Kayla nodded, her hands still glued to her drink.

"At least one person in the world does not. I only ask that we move so we don't have to keep yelling. The cab offer still stands, or we can talk about badminton. I have a thing for shuttlecocks."

"Really." Kayla couldn't help but laugh though it did little to dull the nervous anticipation coursing through her muscles as she stood to follow him.

"Well, you may be subjected to my terrible innuendos, but I'm a guy. Comes with the territory." He led her through the maze of people and randomly placed tables to the bar's partition.

Through the door the air was still stale but there were worse possibilities. The ability to hear herself think was a welcome relief as she gazed across four rows of canopies hovering over circular booths. Shear cloth draped from the canopy to the floor of each taking up where the simple wood dividers ended. Kayla made a point not to note anything going on around any of them.

"This is really going to be more comfortable?" she asked nervously.

"Quieter anyway. The beat of the music still masks...anything else." Jack replied as scanned the area.

"Right. So, which one?"

"Here." He led her to an unoccupied corner that seemed to be separated from anyone else by several booths. Kayla did not look hard enough to verify that assumption however.

She took a seat on white pleather that smelled faintly of bleach on one side of the table while he slid in on the opposite side. The partition of the drapes gave them a shadowed view of the wall which appeared to have a mural on it but there was not enough light to pick out any colors beyond dark and light.

"Not a lot of light here." Kayla ventured into the silence.

"Well, not exactly a place where people want any light shed on what they are doing, no?"

"No, guess not. So, badminton?"

"Hmmm...don't play." He shifted to a more comfortable position. "You?"

"It's just about the shuttlecock, huh?" She teased. "What exactly do you watch around here?"

"Ha ha, funny. But, just so we are straight, shuttlecock is the only cock I go for." Jack answered in a mock-sober tone.

Kayla could feel the heat pooling across her cheek bones. This wasn't exactly the way she should be leading this conversation here. Now. Then again how many 'what if's' would she be left with if she stubbornly maintained a straight and narrow course. Maybe, this time, she should just go with it.

"Right, of course. Should I take notes?" She laughed

"You blush easily."

"I know, it's a curse." Kayla couldn't resist the urge to duck her head in her embarrassment.

"Not really. I mean if you just talk about cock all day then you'd never have to buy rouge."

"I guess you could look at it that way, but I could definitely see some drawbacks."

"True." He agreed, laughing. "This is fun."

"Not regretting missing out on sex with random strangers then?"

"Watching." He corrected. "We could always get a girl over here to make out with you and make sure that I'm not regretting anything...you know...since you obviously care a great deal." He grinned.

"No!" she a protested a little too quickly. "I mean...you're joking right?" she finished nervously.

"Yes, Kayla, but you are a bit stuck on sex you know." He commented, still laughing.

"Right. It's kind of...in the air." Her eyes wandered to any point but his as she tried to drum up another topic. Nothing presented itself.

"Again, true. And if that's what you want, that's what I'm here for. No expectations, remember?" he said, catching her gaze.

"Yes." Kayla lowered her gaze to the dark table cloth. "So, no sex with random strangers then?" She finished timidly, her curiosity, and more, longing to be sated.

"Random, no." He reached across the short distance between them and lifted her chin with his index finger. "A stranger...maybe."

If a momentary lapse of sanity was the culprit for her agreement to come here, then it must have been a precursor to a complete and total loss of reason. She was letting this go to a dangerous place yet she could not find the will to stop herself.

Kayla pressed her body against the back of the booth abruptly breaking their contact.

"I have no clue what I'm doing here." Her tone was tinged with frustration.

Jack sat back too, taking a sip from his mug.

"The way I see it you have three choices. You could move closer and find out why you are here, you could make an honest effort to ask or offer something that is not sexually related -- though I don't see that happening - , or I could get you that cab I offered you earlier before you go any further down this road. Your call."

Her call. The answer was obvious; she takes the cab. So what if she never stopped wondering what might have been. The fantasy was always better right? Neither her mouth nor her body wanted to cooperate with that decision however.

Kayla felt the seat shift and the rough texture of jean material settle against her skin where the short skirt she wore no longer protected her thigh.

"Making my decision for me?" She asked without taking her eyes off the table.

"Taking a gamble you've already made your decision, and, maybe, jumping the gun a bit. I'll push you out of the booth if you think it will help you change your mind though." Jack placed a hand on her knee and one on her shoulder and pushed slightly to back up his claim.

"You should."

"You'll have to tell me to. I'm only so chivalrous."

"I guess my ass is remaining seat bound then."

"For the moment." He whispered darkly against her ear as his hand slid further up the inside of her thigh.

Kayla closed her eyes, parting her knees for him and bracing herself for his touch and the release of tension the last hour had been building. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding when his hand deviated to her hip.

"Lift up." He told her quietly, sliding her panties down as she did and placing them on the table. She started to move them, but Jack caught her hand.

"What are you trying to hide, Kayla?" He asked, his eyes capturing hers. He drew close and she closed her eyes anticipating a kiss only to find herself sitting on the edge of the table quite suddenly.

Jack pushed her down onto the hard surface, moving their drinks in the process, and lifted her skirt past her hips. The cool air, a stark contrast to the heat between her thighs, reminded her just how exposed she was.

"Wait!" she protested, trying to push her skirt back down, but Jack stopped her.

"Would you rather I continue tormenting you," he said with a wicked grin, "or...did you change your mind?"

"No." Kayla shook her head weakly. "It's just someone..."

"...will see." He finished for her.

He allowed her no further chances to protest. A moment later Kayla tensed, gripping the edges of the table tightly, as his tongue invaded her sex with the ferocity of a starving man tasting his first meal in days. She bit her lip in an attempt to keep quiet while he explored the sensitive silken folds until he found a spot that caused her to cry out despite every effort not to.

He centered on that place and she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the cries she could no longer control. Just as the sensation neared the point of pain Jack slid two fingers deep within her effectively diffusing the building explosion throughout her entire body. He withdrew slightly and she braced her feet his knees to raise her hips and drive his fingers deeper; an action he repeated in time to the beat she could feel vibrating through the table.

Kayla drew near to her climax like the soft roll of thunder before the ground shook as the super heated air exploded in the sky. She sank her teeth into her hand in a bid to stifle the scream she was sure it would illicit when Jack suddenly pulled away and drug her off the table to straddle his knees.

"What the fuck?" She growled barely recognizing her own voice. "I wasn't finished."

"I know." He answered, pressing his palm against the drenched flesh between her aching thighs. The action was enough to drive her nearly mad with need, but offered no hope of release.

"Do you just want to torture me?" She asked nearly in tears while he captured her hands behind her back to prevent her from doing anything to ease her suffering.

"Maybe." Again he flashed that wicked smile, then brushed his lips tantalizingly close to hers before pulling away again. "I want to fuck you, Kayla. I want to feel you cum from deep inside you."

"Yes! Please. Anything." She pleaded almost completely lost to desire.

There was nothing gentle in the way Jack kissed her, stifling any sound she might have made when he hauled her forward and impaled her on his waiting cock without warning. His hand snaked into her hair pulling her head back exposing the taut smooth skin of her neck. Kayla grabbed on to his shoulders as he used the leverage he had on her to guide her body along the length of his shaft in powerful thrusts. The feeling of his teeth grazing her throat pushed her over the edge, and she awkwardly attempted to cover her mouth as she felt the overwhelming strength of her orgasm start to take her.

"Scream, Kayla." He commanded softly, deflecting her hand.

The thunder cracked, the ground shook and Kayla could not stop herself crying out. Several moments later she collapsed in his arms, boneless and trembling. Jack pulled her close, thrusting deep and burying his face in her neck to soften is own roar.

"That wasn't fair." She whispered once she finally caught her breath.

"I know. I like the ego boost though." He laughed tenderly.

"Why Jack, I think the entire room is jealous of her now."

Kayla squeaked and wished she could disappear into him when she heard Suzette's perky voice behind her.

"Good." He replied in a satisfied tone.

"Just need to let you know its last call. The lights will be on shortly. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here and all that." She laughed in a sing-song way that faded as she moved on.

"She's gone." Jack whispered and Kayla began disentangling herself so she could attempt to stand on unsteady legs.

"I guess this is goodbye then." The lights flicked on as if on cue blinding her for a few moments.

"Fuck! There you are you are. What the hell, Kayla?!" Kayla looked around, startled, finally focusing on the little short haired pixie with the ring in her nose that ditched her earlier in the night.

"I-" she looked back at Jack seated comfortably as if nothing had happened at all, "I got tired of the music and came back here." Then Kayla's eyes narrowed. "You certainly didn't seem that worried about me when you left me at the bar."

"It's not my fault you don't like to have fun." The pixie answered acidly. "Do you want a ride home or not?"

Kayla's soon to be ex-friend stomped into Jack's field of vision and stopped.

"Well hello there good-lookin. To bad you didn't run into me instead of sourpuss here. I guarantee your night would have seen a lot more action." The pixie informed him confidently the moment she saw him.

"Not likely." He answered as he stood, picking up Kayla's panties in the process. "I didn't have time for a trip to the clinic in the morning anyway so it's probably for the best."

Kayla turned scarlet and dropped her eyes to the ground while her ride home turned nearly purple with rage watching Jack walk up to Kayla.

"See ya around. Hope you don't mind if I keep those." He pressed something into her hand and walked away.

"Oh, so now you're whore. Whatever."

Kayla didn't feel like paying for a cab home so she just tuned the girl out for the 5 minute drive to her apartment. It wasn't hard. She'd been doing it for the better part of the last year anyway. In all likelihood she would not being doing it again.

While the pixie ranted Kayla looked at the object Jack left with her; a crumpled napkin. She turned to the window and, using the light of passing cars, opened it to find a note.

Everett

555-3461

no expectations



No Expectations



Behind the couch were the two bedrooms, taking up the rear quarter of the camp. Dad had not constructed a ceiling in the camp. He had just left the roof beams exposed. Above them was the pitched roof. Because of this design the bedrooms were more like dressing rooms in clothing stores. They had eight foot walls, but no ceilings. Each bedroom had a window of about two feet square, covered by a sheer white curtain. The front bedroom belonged to Mom and Dad when we stayed there because it had a bigger bed. Us kids seldom argued over who would get the second bedroom, which had two folding cots. We could sleep in beds the rest of the year. At the camp we wanted to use our sleeping bags, or sleep in the small beige canvas tent that Dad had bought Justin for his fifteenth birthday. 

On the opposite side of the camp, facing the bedrooms and couch, were a wood stove and a propane stove that Dad had bought a few years before he died. This half of the camp was covered with old blue linoleum. The floral pattern was worn off in places from years of walking on it and the edges were cracked, but it served it's purpose well.

"I'm going to bring those other boxes in," I said. 

Lori walked out on the verandah ahead of me and brought our bags with clothes inside the camp. She dropped them on the couch, then went back for the cooler. She put it down on the floor in front of the counter.

"Man, you brought enough stuff," she said, turning towards me.

"I guess," I said with a shrug. "But I'd rather bring too much than too little. We can always bring some back home. Besides, it's not all food." I shot her a wide grin and lifted the top from the cooler and pointed to two dozen cans of beer.

My sister folded her arms and grinned. "Always prepared, huh, Dave?"

"That's me," I said.

"I'm going to go out to the well for some water to prime the pump," I said. 

I got a pail with a length of rope tied to it's handle from under the sink. By the time I returned and got the pump working Lori was sitting on the couch, flipping through a copy of Newsweek. A young Jimmy Carter was on the cover, so I knew the magazine had been there a while. Her feet were up on the makeshift coffee table and she looked as content as a cat sleeping on a windowsill.

"So now what?" she asked, looking up from the magazine.

"We relax," I said with a wide smile. "Are you hungry?"

My sister gave her head a shake. "No, not yet," she replied.

I sat down on the couch beside Lori and looked around the camp, feeling waves of nostalgia wash over me. The dark wood paneling on the walls was adorned with posters and family photographs from over the years. It was things like that that made me want to come back one last time to retrieve belongings. As I scanned the room I felt Lori's hand come to gently rest on my right shoulder. Then her chin on my other one.

"Lots of memories, huh..." she said, almost sighing. Her warm breath bathed my neck. She sounded as melancholy as I was.

"Yeah," I said. I could feel her firm breasts pressing on my back and I began getting hard. It was this reaction to her that made me uneasy about spending the next four days alone with her.

"At least they're all happy memories," she said, giving my back a rub. "We can be grateful for that much. Not all kids have happy childhoods."

I glanced back at Lori and nodded. I must have looked as sad as I felt because she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Cheer up, Dave," she said and gave my cheek a loud, smacking kiss. "Where's that radio you promised anyway? I want to hear some music."

"Hand me my bag," I said, reaching out with my left hand.

Lori pushed my duffel bag along the carpet towards me. I unzipped it and dug through clothes and pulled out the wind-up radio and a flashlight that recharges when you shake it. I placed both on the table in front of us.

"Do these things really work?" my sister asked skeptically. She gave the radio handle a crank, then turned it on. When static came through the speaker of the radio she seemed encouraged. After turning the dial for a little while she found a station she liked. They were playing a Bon Jovi song, and I hoped their selection of music improved soon. "Hey, this is cool!" she exclaimed, looking wide-eyed at the radio as she put it on the table.

"Ain't technology great?" I said.

The sun was climbing in the sky. I could see it shimmering on the lake as I looked out the window. A narrow path that was about fifty yards or so long lead down to the lake. On either side of that beech, spruce and white birch trees grew, providing a buffer when the wind came in off the lake. I looked at my watch. It was just past noon and already it was hot.

"How about going for a swim?" Lori suggested.

I hesitated, feeling nervous as I recalled her mentioning her bikini days ago. But I knew I could not avoid this for five days. "Uh, sure," I said.

Lori jumped up, clutching her bag. "Which bedroom do you want?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter," I told her. "You can have Mom's and Dad's; it's got a bigger bed."

Lori chuckled. "Thanks, but I'll be sleeping alone," she said.

I went in the other bedroom carrying my duffel bag and began getting undressed. The only swim trunks I had brought were cutoffs I had made from an old pair of jeans, but they would do just fine. I could hear sounds coming from the neighbouring bedroom as Lori changed. My cock stiffened as I thought about her on the other side of the wall getting undressed. I zipped my cut-offs up and looked down at myself, noticing how my erection was bulging the front of them slightly. I drew in a few deep breaths and focused my mind on other things until my cock began to soften.

Once I had changed I stepped out of the bedroom, wearing my cutoffs and a pair of sandals. Lori had not seen me this close to naked in years and I felt quite nervous, knowing it would be practically impossible for me to not to get hard around her. My nervousness increased when she walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing the very same turquoise bikini that she had worn the last time we were up there years ago. I turned towards her and my heart began to race. Her arms were crossed over her chest and the strings of her bikini top hung limp at her sides. 

"Could you help me with this top?" she asked with a bashful smile. "I can't get it tied in the back."

My sister turned around and I walked over to her. She relaxed her arms and I could see the side of her left breast peeking out from the turquoise triangle of cloth covering most of it. My cock was hard again and I think my fingers began to tremble as I fumbled with the strings of her bikini top. 

"Tie it tight so it doesn't come undone," she said and turned her head to give me a playful smile. "Remember how Justin was always trying to undo it when we were swimming?"

"Yeah," I said. I could feel my sister's soft warm skin on my fingers as I tied her top in a tight bow. "I think one time he actually got it undone," I replied, recalling the incident.

Lori turned around, tugging her top up higher. Her breasts grew rounder and fuller as she adjusted the tiny triangular pieces of cloth covering them. Less than two inches below the upper edges of the bikini top her nipples were poking out at the turquoise material. They were firm and thick. She looked down at herself, then locked her eyes on mine.

"Yeah... he got my top undone more than once actually," she said, seeming amused by the memory. "I could never understand why he did that to me and not Michelle, since her tits are bigger than mine."

I let out a laugh. "Because after the first time he did it to her she teased him about having a boner and Dad heard her."

Lori laughed and her breasts shook. Then she grew quiet and disappeared back into the bedroom for a moment. She returned holding two large terrycloth towels.

"I found these in the cabinet in there," she said, handing me a peach-coloured towel.

"Thanks," I said. I let the towel hang down in front of me, covering my crotch.

"Well, let's go," she said.

I followed my sister down the path towards the lake. Her bare feet padded lightly over the pebbles and twigs that were scattered over the path. I noticed the muscles of her calves and thighs as she walked and how her hips swayed. Her ass was round and firm. I thought that it looked a little bigger and that her hips seemed curvier since I had last seen her in the bikini. If so, it definitely made her look sexier. I was in a hurry to get in to the water, hoping it would quell my erection, or at least conceal it.

Once Lori reached the edge of the lake she ran in the water up to her waist, then dove in. She swam out a ways, then began to tread water. "Hurry up!" she called out. "It's beautiful!"

I too was eager to get in the water, but for a different reason. I ran through it, making it splash up around my legs. Then once it was at chest height I began swimming. Lori was right, the water did feel great. It was refreshing and almost immediately I forgot about my erection or my concerns that my sister would notice it.

It had been years since I had been swimming and it wasn't long before I began to grow tired. Fearing I might get a cramp in my leg I swam for shore. I heard my sister calling to me as I waded out of the water. I turned to her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just sore from sitting in the car all morning."

I spread my towel out on a little bank about thirty feet from the lake and sat down. I watched my sister swimming for a while, then my eyes shifted to the left. It was then that I could no longer force from my mind what had happened years ago, just a stone's throw from where I sat.

To my left was what us kids had always called 'the frog pond'. A small stream ran into the pond and every spring you could hear peepers at night. In the summer Justin and I used to catch frogs there to try to scare our sisters or mother with them. The summer I was twenty-one I was bored and wandering through the woods one afternoon. As I followed the stream down towards the pond I saw someone through the alders and limbs of a spruce tree. My heart began to race when I realized it was my older sister, Michelle. I stepped closer, hoping to get a better look at her.

Michelle was wearing a red bikini and lying on her stomach. A large towel was spread out beneath her on the ground. She was resting on her elbows as she flipped through a magazine, probably Cosmopolitan. Beside her on the towel was her Walkman. The earphones covered her ears, which is why she hadn't heard me approaching. I squinted, trying to see better as my cock stiffened even more. I had been swimming earlier and was just wearing cut-offs without underwear. The sensitive head of my swelling cock rubbed over the denim and I winced a little.

Then I saw Michelle lick her finger and flip a page of the magazine. Her bikini top was untied and I could see the side of her left breast, almost right down to the nipple. It was big and round. It jiggled a bit and I held my breath as I watched, hoping she would sit up and give me a clear view of her heavy, round breasts hanging beneath her.

My erection was becoming uncomfortable so I unbuttoned my cut-offs and pulled the zipper down. I slid my hand inside and began to rub my shaft and balls as I ran my eyes down over my oldest sister's round ass to her long, tanned legs. I was weighing the risks of taking my cock out so I could stroke it properly when I heard a twig snap behind be. I whipped around, terrified. My hand was still inside my cut-offs, wrapped around my hard cock. 

Lori was standing there, her tanned skin glistening with suntan oil. She was wearing her turquoise bikini and looking as nervous as I felt. Almost instantly she pressed two fingers to her lips to keep me silent. She smiled as she stepped closer, staring at the front of my open cut-offs.

Lori's hand glided up my bare chest to my left shoulder. She leaned closer and I thought she was going to kiss me. Then she stopped, still peering over my shoulder, and her inviting lips turned into a broad smile. "So you were looking at her," she whispered in surprise. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek.

I gave her a guilty nod as I eased my hand from my shriveling erection.

Lori leaned closer to me so she could get a better look at our sister. Her breasts rubbed over my chest and one of her thighs brushed against mine. Her skin felt so soft and warm. My cock was hard again in an instant. Lori's thigh rubbed over my shaft briefly, making it swell even more. I lowered my eyes to Lori's chest and saw that her nipples were very hard now. Even her areolas seemed to be pushing out from her bikini top. My mouth opened a bit as I stared at them, just inches from my wet lips. When her thigh pressed against my hard shaft again her wide eyes met mine. She smiled. No girl had ever smiled at me like that -- certainly not my sister.

"Where you rubbing it?" she asked in a hushed, thick voice.

I gulped, choking on words and nodded as my jaw tightened.

My sister looked down at my erection again. It was thicker and longer now. Tufts of curly dark hair stuck out from my open cut-offs. Below that, a bit of my hard shaft was showing. Lori's hand ran down my chest, stopping at my left hip, just inside my cut-offs. "What if I did it for you?" she asked in a breathy voice. Her eyes glimmered and her cheeks were pinker now.

"We better not." I forced the words out in one breath.

"Why not?" she asked, sounding more puzzled than obstinate.

"Because you're my sister," I said, looking down at her breasts again and wishing I could touch them.

"Oh... but that just means you can't put it in me," she asserted. " All I want to do is rub it and watch you shoot."

Lori's contorted reasoning was beginning to make sense to me. Or maybe all the blood rushing to my cock had impaired my thinking. Either way, I felt myself nod my head. "Okay," I said in a throaty voice, then waited a moment. "Under one condition," I added.

Lori was already reaching down towards my shaft. She froze, looking curious and wary. "What?" she asked as her eyes narrowed.

"If you let me touch your tits while you do it."

My sister considered my request, then frowned. "They're not that big," she said. It was her turn to be bashful.

"You're joking, right?" I said. "I think they're nice."

Lori's face brightened and she raised her chin. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah... really nice," I insisted.

"Thanks," she said. "I wish they were big like Michelle's."

I had all but forgotten about our older sister, lying nearly topless just yards away. I took a quick glance over my shoulder. Michelle was lying on her back now, her breasts covered by her bikini top, but just barely.

"Do you want to watch her while I do it to you?" Lori asked.

"No," I said, giving my head a brusk shake as I turned back to her. "I want to see you, Lori."

Lori inhaled sharply and beamed a smile at me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to me. She pressed herself to my chest and kissed my cheek. I could feel the curve of her stomach press against me where my cut-offs were open. "You're sweet," she gushed, looking into my eyes.

"Thanks... you're sexy," I told her.

My sister took a step back and hooked her fingers in her bikini top. She peeled it away from her breasts. They jiggled a little as they fell loose. Her pink nipples were almost as thick as my fingertip and her quarter-sized areolas were swollen too. I stared at her conical breasts, feeling lightheaded. When Lori tugged my cut-offs down to free my cock I heard her let out a faint cry of surprise.

"You've got a nice one, Dave," she said. Her mouth was agape as she stared wide-eyed at my shaft pointing up towards her chest.

I was about to say something when I felt her curl her fingers around my cock. She squeezed gently and began to stroke it. I put my hands on her bare shoulders to steady myself, then glided them down to her breasts. They were firm and I was surprised to discover that I couldn't fit them all in my hands. I rubbed and kneaded them then pinched her nipples.

"Mmmm... I like that," my sister moaned.

Lori was stroking my cock faster now and gripping it tighter. My hands were pushing up on her breasts so they were firm orbs with hard pink caps. It wasn't very long, less than a few minutes, before I felt my orgasm build to a climax. I squeezed my sister's breasts harder and moaned. My body tensed and I froze for a few seconds while I sprayed her stomach and thighs with streams of thick cum. It slowly ran down over her soft skin.

I heard Lori let out a delighted giggle as I came. She kept stroking me, coaxing as much jism from me as she could. Once I began to soften she let go of my shaft. It was still somewhat hard and pointing towards the triangle of cloth between her soft thighs. I quickly stuffed my cock back in my cut-offs and zipped them up. Lori watched, looking disappointed. Then without a word, I hurried off into the woods.

That had been the most wonderful and erotic experience of my life, but it left me feeling guilty and confused. Lori sensed this and never once mentioned it, or even hinted at it. For the rest of our stay at the camp and for months to follow I avoided her as much as possible and spoke little to her. Soon I realized that my reaction to my guilt was hurting her. I'm sure she felt as though she was being punished for what had happened. I wanted to say something -- to try to reassure her. But whenever I came close to doing that, I panicked.

I stared at the pond as I recalled what my sister and I had done there almost two years previously. Maybe during this last trip to the camp was the right time for me to try to repair the damage I had done to my relationship with Lori, I thought to myself. My mind was reeling with a multitude of thoughts and memories when I heard her coming out of the water. I looked up at her. Water ran down her body in beads that looked like diamonds. Her wet hair clung to her skin. So did her bikini. It was like a second skin. I could clearly see the outlines of her breasts with their tick nipples and the soft mound between her thighs. I pulled my knees up towards my chest to hide my erection.

Lori picked up her towel and wiped her face and rubbed her hair with it. Her breasts quivered and I stared at them. When she was finished she folded the towel in a square and sat down beside me. "You looked depressed," she said.

"No, I'm fine," I told her.

"Well, it sure looked like you had something serious on your mind." She turned towards me, looking concerned.

"Just reminiscing," I told her.

Lori looked over towards the pond and an odd expression crept over her face. "Good memories, I hope," she drawled.

I looked up from my feet and smiled at her. "Yeah... great ones," I said.

Lori's thigh brushed against mine. Her damp skin was silky. I shifted my eyes to her, thinking how wonderful it would be to run my hands up the insides of her thighs to her mound. Her bikini bottom clung to her and I could see a hint of the cleft between her petals.

"Do those memories have anything to do with a girl wearing a turquoise bikini?" she asked in a lilting voice. Her eyes flickered as they locked on mine.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Is that the same bikini?" I asked, running my eyes over her.

My sister nodded. "It doesn't fit me as well as it used to," she said. "I've filled out a little."

"More than a little," I said as my eyes roamed to her breasts. "And I think it fits you better than ever," I retorted.

Lori giggled and pressed her shoulder to mine. She said nothing for almost a minute, but it was obvious that she was thinking. She was staring at the ground and tugging at blades of grass and tossing them aside nervously. Then she turned her head towards me. "Dave, are you still mad at me for... for what I did that time by the pond?" She sucked on her bottom lip while she waited for me to reply.




No Expectations



I drew in a deep breath slowly. This was perhaps going to be my last chance to mend our relationship and I knew I must not squander it. I turned towards my sister and met her eyes again. "I was never mad at you for that, Lori," I said. "I was mad at myself. I felt guilty and ashamed. But I was never mad at you or blamed you."

My sister knit her brow and gave me a confused look. "Mad at yourself -- why?" she asked.

I thought for a moment, then said "Because you're my sister -- my little sister. I thought maybe I had taken advantage of you, and... and because of the feelings I had for you."

"Dave, you never took advantage of me," Lori said in a calm voice. "And it wasn't like you were robbing the cradle either. I was eighteen. I would be nineteen that October. I knew what I was doing and I never regretted it. Well... no -- that's not quite true. I regretted it because it tore us apart, instead of making us closer, like I hoped it would."

"Hoped it would?" I asked as my head lurched back a bit in surprise.

"Yeah. I guess I had a crush on you, but I always felt like I was competing with Michelle," she said.

My head was spinning as I listened to my sister's revelation. "No, it wasn't like that at all. It wasn't a competition," I told her.

For a minute Lori looked like she might cry. "You know, the weird thing is I realized it wasn't a competition that day, just before... before I... you know," she said as her voice grew softer.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Do you remember when I asked you if you wanted to look at Michelle while I did it?" she asked.

I nodded, feeling embarrassed as she reminded me of what we had done.

"You said you didn't -- that you wanted to see me and feel me. That made me feel like I was the sexiest girl in the world." She gave me a proud smile and her eyes lit up.

"You are," I said.

"Not quite," she scoffed.

"Well, to me you are, and that's all that matters. How's that?" I countered.

She opened her mouth to speak, but all I heard was a soft gasp at first. "Still... even now?" she asked in disbelief.

I nodded, feeling guilty. But it was the truth. Or at least it was how I honestly felt and it was time for me to stop concealing my feeling with her. 

"I thought that after what I did that day that you had lost all respect for me and thought I was skanky," she said, her voice faltering.

"No, Lori. I could never think that about you. I don't just respect you -- I love you," I told her. "I just haven't always been good at showing it though because I was scared."

"Scared of what?" SHE asked.

"Myself... how I felt about you, and the damage that we might to to each other and our relationship if we tried for more and failed," I told her. "I guess I ended up over-compensating and walled myself off, so I came off as cold and uncaring, so I ended up causing a lot of damage anyway. I'm sorry, Lori. I know how it seemed, but it wasn't how I felt."

My sister slid her arm around my lower back and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin and her breast pressed to my side. When I looked down at her chest I noticed that the right half of her bikini top had gotten pulled aside as she shifted against me. Her nipple was uncovered completely. It was hard and pinker than I remembered it being. I wanted to touch it, suck on it, but thought I should say something for fear she would be mad at me for not alerting her when she eventually discovered it.

"Ah... Lori, you're having a wardrobe malfunction," I softly said, nodding with my head.

She gave me a puzzled look, then lowered her eyes to where mine were. She laughed and shrugged then said "So what... you've seen them before."

"Yeah, but I just thought that..."

"You've got to get over that," she interjected.

"Over what?" I asked.

"That whole 'I can't look or get turned-on because she's my sister' thing," she said. "I love it that I can turn you on."

"What are you trying to say, Lori?"

There was a long pause as my sister slowly drew in a deep breath, looking slightly nervous. "I wanted what happened at the pond that day to be the beginning of something, instead of the end. But I was so scared that I had screwed things up between us forever that I couldn't talk about it with you, or try to make things better between us." When she finished Lori's watery eyes met mine.

"No, Lori, don't blame yourself," I told her. "It's my fault."

Lori's mouth was closed tight and I saw a single tear roll down her left cheek. She wiped it away and forced her lips into a thin smile. Seeing her distraught like that tore me apart. I moved closer and put my arms around her shoulders and embraced her. Her skin felt soft and hot as she held me to her tightly. Her breasts were pressed to my bare chest and her hand was running up my back, but I tried my best to ignore the flood of sensations as my cock began to stiffen and swell.

"I love you, Dave," Lori said and kissed my cheek.

I pressed my lips to my sister's soft cheek and returned her kiss. "I love you too; I never stopped -- not for an instant, even though I tried to hide it," I told her. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Let's forget about all that for good, okay?" Lori leaned back a little ways and slid her hands down to my waist. "From now on, let's just enjoy our time together, with no expectations."

My sister's suggestion not only made a lot of sense to me, it also filled me with a great sense of relief. "I think that's the best way to approach it," I said. "If we have no expectations, we can't get hurt or disappointed like before. And if in time..." 

Before I could finish my sentence she pressed her palm to my mouth and a smile appeared on her face. "Don't say it," she said in a hush. "You'll jinx us."

"Okay," I said.

Lori gave a nod. She smiled at me, then her shimmering eyes grew wide when they moved down towards my erection. "Wow, Dave... is that because of me?" she asked as she raised her head to me.

My smile vanished and I shifted uncomfortably, unable to look at my sister. "There isn't anyone else here, is there?" I mumbled in embarrassment.

Lori's touch was feather-soft as her hand glided down to my thigh. Her fingertips were inches away from where my hard cock was pushing up at my cutoffs. "No... we're all alone this time," she said, almost purring. She smiled seductively as her fingers began to caress my thigh.

"What?" I asked.

"We're all alone, Dave. How about we have a little fun, like we did over by the pond?"

I felt my cock twitch at my sister's suggestion and I stared at her, too surprised to speak. 

"Let me, Dave... please," she said. "There's no one for miles around. No one will ever know. And we both want it. This is our chance to relive our past -- only we'll get it right this time."

"Are you sure, Lori?" I said. "I mean, I don't want it causing tension between us like last time."

Lori gave her head a quick shake. "It won't. This time we'll be honest about how we feel so there'll be no misunderstandings," she said, then paused a few moments. A brassy grin moved over her face. Her eyes flickered and she said "I'll let you feel my tits like last time, too."

Before I could reply to my sister's offer she was tugging at the strings of her bikini top. Within seconds she had it undone and tossed it onto the ground. She arched her back to thrust her round breasts out towards me. They looked perfect, quivering slightly as she moved, and with the sun shining on them. Her nipples were hard and thick and I wanted to take one in my mouth and suck hard on it.

"Do you still think they're nice?" she asked. Her voice had an air of confidence to it, as though she could tell by my expression that I thought she was beautiful.

"Yes. Absolutely. You've got a wonderful body, Lori," I told her as I moved my eyes over her.

"Thanks," she said. "Now let's get some more of your body uncovered so we can have some fun."

Lori crouched over me and began unfastening my shorts. Her heavy breasts swayed above my lap as her nimble fingers tugged at my zipper. When my sister began hauling my cutoffs down towards my knees I lifted up off of the ground. Moments later my hard cock was free and it began to rise, until it was pointing towards her slightly agape mouth. She dropped my cutoffs on the ground, staring at my rigid cock aimed up at her and twitching a little. She licked her lips and ran her hand up my right leg.

"It's even nicer than I remember it," my sister said as she surveyed my shaft.

"Thanks," I said, but the word barely came out of my dry mouth. I lay back on the ground, completely naked, leaning back on my elbows and breathing harder.

Kneeling beside me, Lori sidled closer to me until our thighs were rubbing together. Her left hand slid along the small of my back and she delicately ran her fingertips over my balls and up along the underside of my twitching cock to the head. I shuddered and lifted up a bit to meet her soft hand as her fingertip ran over the head of my shaft and down the slit. She smiled as she saw my reaction and leaned closer. Her breasts rubbed against my side and chest and she kissed my cheek.

"I love you, Dave," she said, as her fingers curled around my shaft.

"I love you too, Lori," I replied.

My arm moved around my sister's waist and I held her tighter as she began stroking my cock. Her eyes were locked on it as her fist moved up and down. Her breasts began swaying and I reached out and cupped her left one in my hand. It was heavy and felt firm. I gave it a squeeze and rubbed my thumb over her thick nipple.

"Mmmm... I want your hands all over me," Lori said.

My sister was squeezing my cock hard now and stroking it faster. My balls shook and I began moving my hips slightly, fucking her soft fist. My hands roamed over her breasts, caressing and groping at them. I tugged at her right nipple and gave it a little twist. She moaned and gave my cock another hard squeeze.

When I came my throaty moan echoed out over the lake and I lifted up, thrusting my cock into Lori's hand gliding over my meat. She let out a sexy moan of delight when she saw the first stream of cum erupt from my slit. It coated the back of her hand and left a thick white strip across her soft thigh. Lori pumped harder, smearing my cum over my cock as she milked another thick jet of cum from it. 

"Yes... cum on me, Dave," she said as she stroked me and looked down at my jism on her soft skin.

Once my cock began to wilt Lori slid her hand down it and ran her fingertip over the slit. She wiped a bead of cum from it and brought her finger to her mouth. She sucked on it as she gave me a wanton stare as she ran her tongue over her hand to lap up more of my cum. Then she ran the back of her hand over her left breast, spreading my cum over her firm mound. It glistened in the sun on her soft skin.

I was breathing hard and felt like the earth was rocking under me. I leaned closer to Lori and she held me to her and kissed my cheek. I melted into her soft curves, smiling and said "Thanks, Lori... god... that was fantastic."

"I've wanted to do that for years -- and more," my sister said as she rubbed my back. She wiped some of my cum from her thigh and licked it from her fingers hungrily, then reached for some on my thigh. "I could easily get addicted to this stuff of yours," she giggled.

"Well, I can make some more later on, if you want," I joked.

"Yes... please." She wiped more from my thigh and smeared it around her hard nipple, making it shiny and wet with my jism.

There was not a sound from the woods around us or from the lake as my sister and I held one another for five or so minutes. Not a word was exchanged between us as our hands ran up and down one another's backs. The past was not even a memory for us at that moment. We had the present and were confident like never before about our future. After a while she looked up at me and smiled.

"How about a dip in the lake to clean up a bit?" I suggested.

Lori gave her head a shake. "No, I like having your cum on me," she said. "In fact, I want more... everywhere."

"You'll get it," I promised her with a grin and kissed her rosy cheek.

"Mmmm... maybe I won't wash it off till before we leave," Lori cooed. 

She turned with her back to me and I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned back against me and I brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, then ran my tongue up it. She let out a soft moan and tilted her head to the right, baring her neck to me. I nipped at it with my teeth as my hands moved up to feel her breasts and pull at her nipples.

I had no idea what the time was because I had left my watch up at the camp, but after a while my stomach told me that it was time to eat. "Are you getting hungry?" I asked.

After a few seconds Lori said "Yeah, now that you mention it."

"Let's go," I said.

I stood up and pulled my cutoffs back on. I watched my sister's heavy breasts sway as she bent over to pick up our towels and her bikini top. She glanced at me with a sultry look as I watched her.

"I don't think I'll be wearing this the rest of the time we're here." She held up her bikini top for a second and began following me towards the camp.

While I started the barbeque Lori brought out the chicken and two cans of beer from the camp. She pulled the tab and held the can up to me.

"Here's to us, with no expectations," she said.

"Amen," I replied.

Lori and I sat on the grass while the chicken was cooking. She was between my legs with her back against my chest. My arms were around her when I wasn't stroking her back or breasts. When I ran my hand up the inside of her right thigh a ways she smiled at me from the corner of her eye. Her skin was so soft and my fingers inched higher with each upward pass I made as I caressed her.

"Mmmm... you're making me so wet," she said as her hand glided up my right leg.

"How wet?" I goaded her.

Rather than answering, Lori took my hand in hers. She tugged at the top of her bikini bottom and pushed my hand inside. I moaned in her ear as my fingers slid down her soft, wet lips. She pushed with her hips and my middle finger slipped between her folds. I pressed harder, drawing my finger back up to her clit. Lori began to softly moan and rock her hips as I rubbed her slick button. When I slipped a finger in her tight pussy and began grinding the ball of my hand hard against her clit her moans became louder. She squeezed my finger as I wiggled it a bit then began moving it in and out as I rubbed her clit harder with the heel of my hand.

"Oh god... shit... Dave, keep doing that," she said as she pumped her hips harder.

My hand was coated with her musky juice now and my finger was moving faster and deeper into her. I could feel my palm slap hard against her swollen clit as I fucked her with my finger. Lori's mouth was tight and it seemed as though she was trying to speak, but all I heard were moans. When she came her cries echoed through the trees and she writhed about, twisting to my left. I didn't relent. My finger kept moving as she rolled over onto the grass beside me.

"Oh fuck... Dave... I came so hard," she said in a series of gasps.

I could feel myself getting hard again as I watched my sister on her hands and knees beside me. I moved so I was kneeling behind her and tugged her bikini bottoms down past her knees. She gasped and looked back at me with a smile. Her breasts swayed beneath her and her hair hung down around her face. But what I noticed most were her firm ass she shiny wet pussy.

"Fuck me, Dave," Lori said as she lowered her head, resting on her elbows in the grass.

I quickly tugged my cutoffs down to free my hand cock and moved closer to Lori. I held my cock in my hand and ran the head over her wet, pink lips. She pushed back, sliding her wet lips over the head of my shaft. I gave her clit a slap with my cock she flinched and gave a deep cry of pleasure.

"Don't tease me... fuck my tight pussy..." she moaned. "Shove it in me, Dave..."

When my cock slipped inside my sister she moaned deeply and pushed back wit her hips to receive me. She raised her firm ass higher and I gripped her hips tighter and began to pump, working my meat in and out of her tight pussy. She gripped me tight within her and matched my movements, as though she was eager to fuck me, just as much as I wanted to do it to her.

"Fuck, that feels so good,," Lori moaned. Her hair hung down towards the ground and her hips had begun moving in a slow, tight rhythm.

I stared down at her, watching her writhe under me and grabbed hold of her firm breasts. My fingertips sank into her fleshy mounds and I began tugging at her nipples as I watched my cock slide in and out of her. She was very tight, gripping me like a fist and I began fucking her harder and deeper. She moaned louder and clutched at the ground beneath her.

"God... Lori... you feel so good," I said.

"Fill me, Dave... shove your thick cock in me -- just like you wanted to years ago," she said as she glanced back at me.

My hand ran up Lori's spine and I grabbed hold of her hair. My fingers curled around it and I tugged at it, forcing her back towards me as my cock sank into her up to my balls. She let out another cry as her hips moved and responded to my thrusts. My cock was coated with her musky juice and even my heavy balls felt wet with it. I was getting close, but this wasn't how I wanted to finish making love to my sister for the first time. When I pulled my shaft from her she looked back in surprise.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Turn over," I told her.

Lori rolled over on her back and I held her legs under her knees and wrapped them around me as I lowered myself on her. She held on to my arms and pushed up to receive me. She let out another faint moan as my shaft pierced her and she gave it a squeeze.

"Fuck me hard, Dave," she said. "I need it -- I have for years."

I did just that -- forcing my cock in her tight pussy as hard and fast as I could, watching her beautiful breasts begin to shake and the look on pleasure on her face. I rested on her and kissed her cheek as I ran my fingers through her hair.

"I love you, Lori," I said.

"I love you too," she replied in a breathy voice.

Lori's nails dug into my arms and her heels pushed into my thighs as I kept pumping and thrusting, stabbing at her with my rigid cock. The wet sounds of our lovemaking rang out and I looked down, watching my cock move in and out of her. When I knew that I could not hold out any longer I pulled from inside her tight walls and moved up her body. I wrapped my hands around my cock and stared into her eyes as as watched.

"Cum on me, Dave," she said. "I want your hot cum running down me."

I came with a loud groan and watched my jism shoot from my twitching cock. It splashed across Lori's flushed cheek and began running down towards her neck. Another blast of cum sprayed from my slit a second later, coating her upper lip and mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick it up as a third and final bit of my jism landed just below her left eye. She wiped it away and licked it from her finger as the rest trickled down her pink cheek.

I rolled over, staring up at the blue sky and panting. I felt Lori drape her soft, hot body over me and kiss my cheek. Her face was shiny and wet with my cum. Streams of it ran down towards her mouth and jaw. I had never seen her look so beautiful. She smiled and kissed my mouth. I could taste myself on her lips and ran my tongue over them before pushing it between them.

"That was fantastic, Dave," she said. "I'm glad I had no expectations, but if I had, you would have exceeded them."

I smiled up at her. "You're amazing, Lori," I gasped. "We should have done that years ago."

My sister slipped her leg between mine, pushing her knee against my spent cock and kissed my cheek. My cum on her face smeared over my chin and she ran her tongue over it, not wanting to miss a bit of my seed.




No Expectations



"We've still got a few days to make up for lost time," she said. "By the time we leave I want your cum on me everywhere and your cock in places no one has ever been."

I wrapped my arms around Lori and kissed her. Finally the past was forgotten and our future full of promise. As I looked up at her pretty cum-drenched face I knew that soon there would be more on it and elsewhere.

"It's not just my cock that I want in you," I said as I lowered my mouth towards her dripping pussy.