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Seth and Lorelei Ch. 01

By: _sue



This is my first story on Literotica, it's slow to start, but I'm a writer by trade, so I ask that you give it some time to build. There isn't any detailed sex in this first chapter, but instead sets it up, so if you're looking for a story that's quick to get to the punch, this probably isn't going to be your speed. To anyone else, I hope you enjoy.

*Everyone in this story is fictional, at least the age of 18, and the actions that have been committed and will happen are all consensual*

***

My momma liked to flirt with death. Growing up, people always said that I was smarter than she was, and I wasn't going to make the same mistakes she did. It used to make me feel really proud; I was smarter than an adult. But as I grew older, I came to realize that the mistake they were talking about was me and I didn't feel as proud anymore. There are no words to describe the feeling in your gut when a police officer knocks on your door. It wasn't the first time that had happened, but the men in the blue uniforms weren't there to arrest anybody; they were there to steal away my soul. My mom had been standing on the tracks when the train started to yell. She closed her eyes for a second too long and just like that she was gone. They told me that she hadn't felt any pain when she died. I think that was to make me feel better, but all it did was take all of her pain and put it on me. At least that's what it felt like.

My dad was around. He didn't do much before mom's "accident" as the locals called it, but he straightened up pretty quick afterwards. Which was a surprise to say the least. I still had to cook and clean around the house, and he always came home smelling like the inside of a diesel truck, but despite his dirty fingernails, he worked hard. It was just me and him. We developed a routine, and I grew to appreciate a little bit of normalcy in my life. We were still the talk of the town, but at least we had each other, and that wasn't going to change. So I thought.

As any great fairy tale begins, there is a dead mom, a loving, yet distant father, and a wayward daughter. Introduce an evil stepmother and a couple of stepsisters and you've got yourself a recipe fit for Cinderella. The evil stepmother part was right, but I got a boy instead of a couple of vapid sisters. Her name was Jennifer, and her son Seth worked at the shop with my dad. That's how they met. Jennifer came by to pick up her '93 Cadillac, a hunk of metal that was as old as I was. "I saw right then," my dad recounts his love at first sight, "her denim skirt and that gum she kept poppin'. Her sunglasses were bigger than her face, but I knew she was a beauty. I knew it. She was my gal." Listening to him recount his declaration of love was enough to make me want to puke. The twist of a knife can do that to you. It was no secret that I was an accident, and my parents' marriage was out of necessity rather than love, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.

Seth wasn't around much. He was either working at the shop or staying at his dad's place; his own conception being similar to my own, except he still had the two halves that made him whole. He and I shared the same distaste for his mother, so I can't exactly blame him for avoiding her. I would have, too, given the chance. But I didn't. So instead of retreating into the confines of my bedroom or trying to find a job at the shop (no thank you), I decided to start taking field trips. They started off small and during the day; dad and Jennifer were never home so it wasn't like I was "sneaking out." I wandered to the brook behind the house; started drawing some of the scenery. I wasn't very good, but it gave me something to do. After a while, I started getting more bold, and when the music on my iPod couldn't drown out the grunts downstairs, sneaking out became a reality.

Nighttime has a funny way of doing things to people. It brings out a side of them that they don't usually share. The darkness shields them and they can hide what the sunshine shows. I was feeling brave. I walked for God knows how long. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and I followed them blindly. It didn't matter where we went, so long as I didn't have to keep hearing the constant "YES"es that came out of dad's room and Jennifer's mouth. I walked and walked until the silhouette of a rusted train cart came into view. My blood ran cold. Never had I been in the location of my mother's death; a ton of the kids from school had. They swore you could still her blood on the railing, but these were the same people who used to rub erasers on their skin and call it a game. Everything they said should be taken with a grain of salt, but it was no secret that I avoided the place. I didn't believe in ghosts, but I didn't want to take any chances either.

The wind whistled through the empty railcar, bringing my attention to all of the awful possibilities that could be lurking within. Instead I heard another "YES" and before I could cover my mouth, my eyes rolled on their own accord, followed with an, "Are you fucking kidding me?" Oops. While it still could have been a bear or a sex offender, the declaration to continue from inside didn't unnerve me as much as annoy me.

"Shit." The word echoed through the car. Though it was dark outside, I could make out a white t-shirt being pulled on.

"What the fuc—" The shirt was on, the head was out, and my dear old stepbrother Seth was looking right at me. "Lorelei?!"

"In the flesh."

"What the fuck are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same question, but I guess 'who' would be more appropriate than 'what'?" Right on cue, a blonde head popped out from behind Seth.

"Staci! How completely unsurprising to see you."

"Oh shut up. You're the one visiting the place where your mother offed herself. Seriously how fucked up is that?"

Her retort was unexpected and cruel. I could feel the tears pricking my eyes and my throat clench in that uncomfortable moment when you're trying not to cry. "It wasn't like that. Fuck you." My voice cracked. She heard.

"Are you crying? Come on. You're pathetic."

With one last flip of the bird, I turned my heels and headed back the way I came. Never again would I be sneaking out, even if that meant listening to Jennifer. Awesome. As my feet crunched on the gravel, I heard the muffled sounds of voices coming from the car.

"Jesus Staci did you have to act like such a bitch? She's my fucking stepsister."

"It's not my fault that her mom killed herself, okay. Like what was she even doing out here? That's fucking weird, Seth, and you know it."

"You know what, fuck you Staci. Find your own way home." With that, I heard two things: the thud of feet landing and the squeal of a now-terrified Staci.

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS SETH. YOU BROUGHT ME HERE!"

"Fuck off!" he yelled, followed by the hasted crunch of jogging feet. "Lorelei, wait!" I didn't stop, but slowed my pace. This had been the lengthiest interaction I'd ever had with Seth, officially making it the weirdest night of my life.

"Lorelei, wait. I'm sorry."

I stopped then. I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. Well as best as the moonlight would allow. Tall and lean, he had tanned skin and freckles on his nose. He had strong features and blue eyes, despite his dark brown hair. His white shirt was clean, but his denim jeans were dirty, which was to be expected, working in the shop and all. I decided that he was handsome, but I was also very annoyed and I didn't have time to waste on him.

"Did it really surprise you that she acted that way? Staci's never been known to be the nicest thing."

"She's awfully nice to me."

"OH COME ON SETH! That's gross. You know that's not what I meant."

All he did was laugh, causing me to scoff and roll my eyes. "Whatever man. You can go back to... whatever you were doing."

"You know what we were doing." He grinned one of those lopsided smiles. Jesus could you stop being so cute for one fucking second, I'm trying to stay upset with you.

"Ugh whatever. YES I knew what you were doing. Sucks for me right? Since the whole reason I'm even out here is so I could get away from your mom yelling the same thing as Staci."

Finally a sour look crossed his face. "Ew gross. Didn't need to know that."

"Yeah, well at least you aren't forced to live there."

He didn't say anything then. Just looked at me for a moment, looked at his watch, and then back at me. "Like milkshakes?"

***

The milkshakes were good, although a victor between chocolate versus vanilla had yet to successfully determined. But we were laughing, and it was nice. Paul the Waiter brought us the check, and before I could even reach for my wallet, Seth was swatting away my hand. "Nope, this is on me."

"Oh big spender."

He didn't reply, but he winked as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a ten and told Paul the Waiter to "Keep the change."

"Sorry about interrupting your... date." I said as we walked out of the diner.

Seth laughed. A deep, bellied laugh. "Oh no, don't worry about it. Her blowjobs were shit anyway."

Usually I'd be shocked by that kind of honesty, but it didn't seem as lewd as it did funny coming from him. I laughed. He was infectious. We walked along for a while, without really going anywhere. We ended up at a park, and after seeing the swings, walked with a purpose. What can I say, I'm a woman who knows what she wants. Seth laughed again, but followed. We sat there for a while in silence, the swings creaking quietly. It was comfortable, oddly enough.

"Sorry I'm never around," Seth said, breaking the quiet. "I just can't stand her, you know? I never meant to be such a stranger."

"Hey don't sweat it. If I had the option to stay out of that house, I'd take it, too."

Silence.

"Well hey if you want to crash at my dad's place for the night, you're more than welcome to."

I turned my seat to look at him. "Really? Wouldn't your girlfriend be upset?"

A chuckle. "Staci isn't my girlfriend."

"Ah. Well. Are you sure?"

"Are you trying to get me to retract my offer?"

"Retract. That's a big word for a dummy like you."

"Lorelei, you don't have to stay if you don't want to. I just figured I'd offer."

"No, yes. I'd like to stay there. It's just, this night has not gone anywhere near what I was expecting."

Another chuckle. "Yeah believe me, same here."

***

When we arrived, his house looked about the way I was expecting it to: a trailer house, but big and clean, although a few beer bottles were on top of the coffee table. We walked in and Seth took them to the trash, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. I held my hand up to say "It's all good man. No judgment here."

"I don't have any spare toothbrushes or anything, but you can crash on my bed. It's clean. Washed the sheets yesterday. My bedroom's at the end of the hall. I'll take the couch."

"No Seth, really it's fine, I can take the couch."

"Nonsense! You're the guest! Besides the couch is more comfortable anyway." Another lopsided grin.

I smiled with him. "What a gentleman. It's fine about the toothbrush. I have terrible morning breath, so I'll just try not to kiss ya!"

It was meant to be a joke, but Seth just looked at me. "Ha-ha. Too bad."

I just rolled my eyes. Clearly he was joking.

"Anyway, make yourself at home. I'm going to jump in the shower real quick."

"Good idea. You have fleur de la whore all over you and it's rather unpleasant."

He chuckled. "Yeah, well whatever. If you need anything, holler."

"Got it. Thanks."

He made his way to the bathroom and I walked to his bedroom. Opening the door, I surveyed his room. It was clean in a teenage-boy sort of way, with pictures of muscle cars and girls on them strewn up on the walls. It didn't smell, so I took that as a win.

"Hey Seth!"

"Yeah?" He walked in with a towel around his waist, indicating that I was about to interrupt his shower. DAMN SON.

"Oh geez, sorry. Um yeah, can I borrow like a t-shirt or something to sleep in?"

He chuckled. "Sure. Second drawer in the dresser."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Try not to drool okay?" A wink.

"Ugh okay Casanova, don't be ridiculous. You're my stepbrother. Kinda."

"Kinda."

"Whatever! Just go shower already! You smell." A gentle shove to the shoulder finally got him to go.

"Okay, okay, I'm going! Night Lorelei."

"Night Seth."

***

He was in the shower for an extremely long time. The mind begins to wander. I couldn't help but wonder if my interruption had created some tension that needed to be released. The idea of Seth wanking off in the shower turned me on way more than it should have, and I immediately started counting sheep instead.

A slight rap on the door scared me. "Hey Lor, can I grab some clothes real quick?"

I got up to open it for him. "Yeah sure, that's fine. Lor?" I asked. I never had a nickname before; I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

"Yeah, Lor. Lorelei's quite a mouthful." The door was opened, but he hadn't moved a muscle, despite his obvious collection of them. I tried not to look him up and down, but he wasn't reciprocating.

"Nice shirt." he said finally.

"Thanks. Some weirdo let me borrow it."

"Keep it."

"What?"

"It looks better on you than it does on me."

I'd beg to differ.

"Fine. I'll keep it." Another wink. "Are you gonna grab your clothes or what?"

"Nah. I usually sleep naked. I just wanted to see what you picked out to wear."

"Charming. Sweet dreams, Seth."

"They should be. Especially after that shower."

"Oh gross, Seth. Go to bed."

His laughter prevented me from genuinely being upset. I knew he was teasing, and he was a boy after all.

"Good night, Lor."

"Night you."

Seth and Lorelei Ch. 02



Hope you enjoy.

All characters in this story are fictional and at least 18 years old.

*****

I couldn't sleep. Try as I might, I simply couldn't get Seth out of my head. Part of my brain reprimanded me for letting him get to me so much. As cocky as he made himself out to be, there was something charming about him. I groaned. How many other girls had felt like this around him? Plenty, I'm sure. While Staci wasn't shy about her sexual prowess, I'd be willing to bet that she wouldn't go to the tracks with just anyone. There was something about Seth, and I had to acknowledge that, whether I wanted to or not. Of course, him being my stepbrother added another problem. While we didn't know each other very well at all, we still had that title. We shared no blood relation; no sort of any relationship whatsoever, but I had to remind myself that he was as off-limits as they could come.

Ugh. This whole situation was confusing. Then, thinking to myself, I realized that it wasn't as big of a deal as I was making it out to be. Seth was probably fast asleep on the couch, not having any semblance of the internal dilemma that I was currently experiencing. How was that even fair?

I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling, trying - unsuccessfully - to turn my brain off and go to bed. But I wasn't tired; I was more awake in the middle of the night than I had been during the day. I was excited as I remembered the way that Seth had looked at me before we parted ways. I was typically oblivious to any sort of male attention; not that I was unattractive, but flirting was just never the first thing I thought about. Seth didn't attempt to be coy at all, and his brazen attention made me feel wanted - another feeling I wasn't completely immune to, just didn't experience very often. What was he doing to me?

Laying in his bed, underneath the sheets that I prayed to God were actually clean and not simply Febreeze-washed, my constant thoughts of Seth were making me warm. Kicking off the covers I lay there, his shirt settling just above the waistband of my underwear. The ceiling fan spun and spun but I had no relief. I was so warm.

"Jesus Christ it's hot as Hell in here." What I really wanted was some water, but that meant having to cross through the living room to the kitchen and I had no idea where anything was. The last thing I wanted was to wake Seth up by making a ton of noise... but lord I was hot.

I'll just be really quiet, I thought to myself.

Opening the door, I padded gently down the dark hallway, seeing the glow from the television in the living room. I wondered if Seth fell asleep with it on or was having as hard of a time falling asleep as I was. My heart started to beat quickly; thinking about him being awake and having him see me in his shirt again. I was excited. I'd never been this bold before.

When the hallway opened up to the living room, I peered around the corner to see if he was asleep. Sure enough, there he was - one arm tucked under his head, the other hanging off the sofa, and his mouth slightly open. The green crocheted blanket lay on his hips, his chest blue from the glow of the television, his taut muscles extended from lying down. Jesus he was handsome.

At that moment, anger welled up inside of me. How on earth was it fair that one of the few boys that I was actually attracted to in this town had to be my fucking stepbrother? It wasn't like I had a whole lot of options to work with. As quickly as the anger had come on, it subsided and was replaced with self-pity. Even if my dad had married anybody else and Seth hadn't become my stepbrother, the likelihood of him wanting anything to do with me was slim to none. Not when there are the Staci's of the world.

Dejected, exhaustion finally came to me. Still thirsty, I crossed in front of the coffee table to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and head back to the bedroom. Sleep would come easy now. Standing in front of the sink, I put my hands on my hips, wondering where the heck glasses could be. Every house is different and I wanted to try and make as little noise as possible so as not to wake Seth.

Opening the cabinet on the left of the sink, I found mixing bowls and the like. Shutting it quietly, I opened the right cabinet door and found what I was looking for. However, despite my 5'8" height, the glasses were on the very top shelf, and even tiptoeing, I could barely touch them. As I was contemplating hopping up onto the counter to grab one, I felt a hand on my back as Seth reached above me to grab a glass.

Wordlessly, he handed it to me, leaning against the kitchen doorway.

"Thank you," I said, hyperaware of his close proximity, the green blanket wrapped around his waist to hide his naked pajamas. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

He chuckled, his voice throaty from sleep. "I didn't mind."

Feeling awkward, I shrugged my shoulders. "I was thirsty. Your room was kind of warm and I couldn't really sleep." Turning away from his eyes, which hadn't left mine, I went to the sink and filled my cup with water, quickly downing my glass. A breath escaped me after I finished.

"Is that the only reason you couldn't go to sleep?" he asked.

My breath hitched. Looking at him, I realized this wasn't the cocky Seth from earlier. There was something else, a reason for his gaze; a reason for his question.

"No," I answered honestly, surprised at myself. "I can't stop thinking. My brain won't relax."

"What are you thinking about?"

My heart began to race. There were a million things that I could say and they all revolved around him. Some were safer than others, so I decided to stay vague. "You."

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "What about me?" His eyes stayed closed, which I was grateful for. I was acting out of character but I wouldn't be able to keep it up had he kept his gaze on me.

I stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide just what I should say. Finally I answered, "I was thinking about our parents' marriage."

He opened his eyes, confused. I explained. "Had our parents not gotten married, we wouldn't have known each other, never would have talked; I wouldn't be in your kitchen or in your t-shirt..." I trailed off before I could get myself in any trouble.

Another deep breath. "Anything else?" he asked.

Why was he so curious? I asked him so. For the first time since our conversation, he broke eye contact with me, crossing his arms and looking at nothing on the ceiling, searching for the right words to say. Whatever he was looking for, he found, as a smile spread across his face, catching his dimples.

"Just wondering, 's all."

I couldn't help but laugh, despite my frustration. "Oh come on! I told you and you're going to cheat like that? That's not fair!"

He laughed. "Life's not fair."

"Yeah, no kidding," I mumbled.

"What?"

"I said, 'yeah, no kidding."

"Why? Why did you say that?" His question bordered on eager, I could hear the hope in his tone, and for whatever reason - emboldened by the nighttime - I told him the truth. The real truth.

"Because of all the people to be attracted to in the godforsaken place, it had to be my fucking stepbrother. There. Ya happy now?"

Seth just stood there, his arms still crossed, his eyes still looking at mine. I expected him to say something, anything, but he remained silent. I realized that I had romanticized our interaction; I had told him too much. I had freaked him out. The blood drained from my face; my heart felt heavy. I set the cup down on the counter and squeezed past him through the doorway, mumbling a quiet "Sorry" as I passed. I felt like such an idiot. Obviously - obviously - he wasn't interested in me. I knew as much, but I tried anyway. My earlier thought invaded my brain: why would he want anything to do with me when he can have the Staci's of the world?

I walked towards the bedroom with my arms crossed, the embarrassment stinging my eyes as the tears welled. This was so stupid.

"Lorelei."

It wasn't more than a whisper, but I heard it. It echoed in my chest. I stopped walking and lifting my head to the ceiling, trying to abate the stupid tears, I wiped them quickly and turned to face him. We said nothing. I stood there, a mess and in his stupid shirt; he stood there, quiet and not in any stupid shirt at all. I couldn't bear the silence anymore. I couldn't face any more embarrassment.

"What, Seth?" I asked him, as quietly as he had said my name.

He walked towards me, illuminated by the blue glow of the TV, just as he had when he was asleep. It couldn't have been more than five minutes ago, but it seemed as though so much had happened in that time.

He stood in front of me, both of us looking at each other, feeling something. He wiped a rogue tear from the outer corner of my eye. His hand remained, his thumb stroking my cheekbone as his fingers rested behind my ear. "Life really is unfair, isn't it?" 

I couldn't help it; the sting from my embarrassment caused more tears to spring forward. I broke eye contact to look up, trying to keep them away, but I was so embarrassed.

"Please don't cry," he whispered, wiping them away. "I didn't mean to upset you."

My throat burned from the tears. I nodded, knowing my voice would fail me.

"Lorelei, look at me. Please." I did.

"Life is unfair because of all the people to be attracted to in this godforsaken town, it had to be my fucking stepsister."

My mouth opened in shock. "What?"

He grinned. "You heard me."

"Yeah, I know, but seriously?"

He looked at me. Hard. His other hand reached up to my face, making me look him in the eyes. "Seriously, Lor. I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered, and lowered his face to mine. His eyes closed and mine followed suit. His lips were gentle at first, tasting the tears that had fallen on them.

"I'm sorry for making you cry," he mumbled against my mouth.

"Shut up," I told him and kissed him harder, pulling him closer, wanting to breathe him in deeper. My fingers knotted themselves in his hair and I felt him smile against my mouth. He pushed me against the wall, my shirt - his shirt - riding up on my hips. I didn't care. He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his desire pressing against my belly; he trailed his kisses to my neck, his lips leaving whispers on my skin. I rested my head back against the wall and a small moan escaped me, my hands being held together and lifted above my head by Seth. My body was on fire again, but I didn't want any water. I just wanted him.

Just then he lifted his mouth away from my skin.

"Do you want this?" he asked, breathless. I nodded, and he smiled, kissing my neck again.

"Yes," I moaned. I felt his smile as he tightened his grip on my hands. I loved it. His other hand slid from the small of my back to my ass, gripping it tightly. He let go of my hands after telling me to wrap them around his neck. His other hand joined my ass, and after a playful spank, hoisted me up around his waist. Taken by surprise, a small gasp escaped me, to which he laughed. I joined with him as our mouths met again. We kissed well together, without hurry. We soaked each other in. He pushed me against the wall again, and I could feel his hardness pushing into me. I wanted him. I knew he wanted me.

"Bedroom," I mumbled against his lips. He nodded and walked toward his room without setting me down, which was perfectly okay with me. He shut the door using his heel and walked me toward the bed, setting me down gently. I broke from the kiss momentarily to scoot towards the head of the bed, never looking away from him. The hunger in his eyes would have been frightening... had I not been sure that I shared the same look.

Seth crawled towards me, but stopped at my feet. He lifted one leg and placed a kiss on my ankle, looking away due to the angle. It was one kiss, but it felt like a fire, and I welcomed the heat that was coursing in my belly. He continued his barrage of kisses on my leg, each one climbing higher, and he was methodical in his movements. Not one area of my leg was left alone. If he wasn't kissing it, he was massaging it, kneading the muscles gently. He got to my thigh and moved his kisses even slower on its inner part. His mouth was centimeters away from where I craved him most, and with a quick look at me, he kissed me - briefly - over my underwear.

My head rolled back and a moan escaped my lips. I wanted to feel him but I didn't want him to stop either. With my eyes closed, Seth performed the same slow assault on my other leg. Reaching the top of my inner thigh, he kissed me again. I moaned. God, this was heaven. Seth was heaven.

"Lor." My nickname became my favorite word from his mouth.

"Yes?" I asked, breathless.

"Can I taste you? Please?" He kissed me again, keeping his eyes locked onto mine.

"Yes." I said, my eyes closed. "Yes. God. Please."

Instead of removing my underwear, Seth continued to plant gentle kisses on me, knowing how sensitive I was. Right as I was about to become impatient, the tip of his tongue ran up against my slit, the cloth from my underwear still between us.

"Please," I begged. "Please Seth."

There was no smile on his face; no hint at a boyish grin. His face was darkened with desire, and he reached for the waistband of my underwear. I lifted my hips off the bed to help him remove the material. Again, he kissed the inside of my thigh, but this time, I was completely exposed. He planted a kiss right above my mound before moving his mouth down to me. He kissed me softly, my sensitivity being heightened from his expertise. Again his tongue ran up my slit, and I felt him for the first time, without the burdensome underwear prohibiting his mouth.

I moaned, loudly, and my head rolled back once again, at this pleasure from Seth. He was in no rush as his tongue ran up and down my slit.

"God" I moaned, one hand tangled in Seth's hair, the other arm covering my eyes.

Seth put his mouth over my clit and sucked, gently pushing one finger into me. "Oh my God," I moaned, "that feels so fucking good. Oh my God."

The tip of his tongue flicked my clit quickly and he added another finger, simultaneously fucking me with his fingers. My breathing quickened. "Oh my God, Seth. Seth. Yes..."

His remaining hand reached up my shirt to play with my nipples. I was sensitive everywhere. I felt the orgasm building in my stomach and he began to suck my clit again, being more aggressive with his fingers.

"Yes, I'm so close... Seth... please don't stop... Seth... Seth!" His name came out louder as pleasure exploded from my core. "Jesus Christ. Oh my God. Oh my God." I was rambling, but I couldn't stop. I'd never experienced an orgasm like that before.

I felt Seth leave kisses on the part of my stomach that was exposed, and I opened my eyes to him braving himself above me. I smiled, unashamed and all shyness gone, and reached up to kiss him. "Seth that was... amazing."

He laughed. "Well thank you."

"No! Thank you! Seriously. I've never come like that before."

"I aim to please." He smiled, the hunger still in his eyes. I smiled back, looking at him, wanting him, not caring about any semantics of our relationship.

"Roll over," I told him. Wordlessly, he listened, and he lay on his back, the green blanket still on his hips, albeit much looser than when he joined me in the kitchen. Still in his shirt, I grabbed its hem and lifted it over my head, sharing my nakedness with him. He said nothing, but looked at me intently. I lifted myself toward him, kissing him, and he grabbed my head to deepen the kiss. With one hand, I opened the blanket, his nakedness being revealed and his erection demanding to be seen.

I moved down towards his legs, as Seth propped himself on his elbows to see me. "Lor, you don't have to do this."

I looked at him and grasped him in my hand, his hardness being incredibly erotic. I didn't say anything as I tightened my grip and moved my hand up and down his member. His moan encouraged me and his head dropped back, his eyes closed. Smiling, I took advantage of our broken eye contact and lowered my head to his crown. I licked the precum slowly, causing Seth to lift his hips involuntarily at the feel of my tongue.

"Jesus Lor." I smiled. I was saying the same thing not a minute before and it warmed me to know that I was having the same effect on him. I licked the crown again, eliciting another moan, and moved my mouth to the base of his cock, trailing my tongue up to the crown. I put him in my mouth and sucked, the pressure making him hiss in pleasure. I focused on the head, sucking and licking. Lowering my mouth, I took in his member, simultaneously bobbing my head and massaging his cock and balls. The sensory overload caused a "Fuck" to come from Seth, his eyes watching me again. I took my mouth off of his dick and lowered my head again to his balls, sucking one gently, rolling my tongue around the soft flesh. "FUCK" I heard again. I smiled. I moved to the other and took it in my mouth the same. After releasing him, I licked from his perineum up to the crown again. Taking him in my mouth once more, I sucked him aggressively, using my fingers against his cock and balls. The slow pace was abandoned; I knew what I wanted.

"Shit... Lorelei... I'm about to come. I'm about to come."

He told me as a warning, but I continued my ministrations to him until finally he groaned, and his orgasm filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly, holding him in place with my mouth. When his pleasure subsided, I cleaned his member with my tongue and planting a gentle kiss on the tip; I kissed his abdomen and chest. Reaching his neck, I removed my mouth from his skin, and sat naked on his member. He wasn't as hard as he was before, but he hadn't completely deflated.

Seth looked at me with wonder. My hands rested on his abdomen and his hands roamed my torso.

"Are you okay?" I asked, smiling.

"Never better. How did you...?" his question trailed off, not wanting to be rude.

"I dated Jimmy Benson for almost a year, remember?"

"Oh yeah... Lucky guy."

I laughed. "Lucky you, now."

Seth smiled. "No kidding. That was amazing, Lor."

"Well thank you," I said, repeating his response to my previous compliment. Seth laughed, remembering.

"No, thank you. Seriously. Come here." He pulled my head to his and planted a firm kiss on my mouth; something Jimmy never did after I went down on him.

Seth rolled me over gently onto my side and spooned me, covering us with the green blanket he had originally been wearing. He nibbled my ear lobe before saying, "I'm not done with you yet. But I want to hold you right now."

Smiling, even though I knew he couldn't see it, I scooted closer to his body, feeling his member pressed against my backside. Planting a kiss on my shoulder blade, Seth held me close, and we drifted off to sleep, both satiated for the time being.

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