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A Weekend Retreat

By: Vickymp



We arrived early in the morning at a paradise resort off a little island we had discovered the year prior. We selected a room close to the beach so that we could enjoy the cool sea breeze, coming through the many windows. The sea air arouses the animal in us. We had encouraged each other to purchase very string bikinis that were made of almost transparent material. Therefore, upon arriving to our hotel, Maria insisted that we shave our pubic hairs. We had never shaved our pubic hair before. To avoid any nasty nicks, we decided it would be easier if we shaved each other. I was first.

I sat on the bed and spread my legs very far apart giving Maria easy access. She further spread my pussy lips, making sure that all my pubic hair was going in the same direction. Then she generously applied shaving cream. As she shaved my hair, I became very aroused. My pussy was starting to get very hot and I could feel my juices starting to flow. Maria carefully stroked the hair from my pussy, noticing the building heat. When she had finished shaving me, she wiped the excess cream from my pussy. Her mouth eagerly found my pussy. She took the soft folds between her teeth and gently chewed while sucking my sweet juices. I rose from the bed, straddling over her head so that her tongue could gain deeper penetration. As she sucked and tongue fucked me, I spread my pussy lips farther apart to give her more access to the pulsing flesh. My body soon shook in the pulsing heat of an orgasm.

Eagerly I moved her to the edge of the bed. I pulled up her skirt and played with her through her panties. I wanted to return the wonderful experience she had just given me. Removing her wet panties, I further stroked her public hair and pussy, heightening the experience to come. As I lathered the shaving cream over her thick tangle of hair, I started to get wet again. I felt my pussy throb with growing desire to have her again, wanting to caress her naked body with my body.

As I continued to shave her, I could feel her respond. Wiping the excess cream, I moved behind her so that I could place my fingers up her welcoming ass and play with her sweet pussy lips. She moved me beside her and started to play with my hot wet pussy. Simultaneously we slid our fingers into each other's pussy and moved in rhythm to our kissing. We were so close to coming. We had to pull our fingers out and taste our individual sweetness. We leaned back, spreading our legs, welcoming our bodies to be racked over with waves of orgasmic passion. The moment was so intense that my pussy sprayed out it's cum in a fountain of sweet wine.

We both needed more. I maneuvered Maria to the edge of the bed again and removed my dress. It felt wonderful, finally being naked. Maria spread her legs wide again for me. I stroked her pussy flesh to wetness. She removed her shirt then her skirt. Reaching down to me, to encourage me to join her on the bed, were we laid back and started playing with each other again. Our fingers were not enough this time, we needed more...

Maria reached next to the bed, and pulled two bottles from our "toy" box. We inserted the glass neck of each bottle deep into each other's pussy. We felt our inner fleshes hold on to the neck of the bottle and we thrust it in and out. I rolled off my lover and maneuvered to my side so that I could have clean access to her beautiful taught nipples. Feeling another orgasm nearing, we maneuvered ourselves over our individual bottles and thrust our pussies down on their long necks. Increasing the momentum, we again orgasmed, together.

Maria removed the bottles and again reached into our "toy" box. She pulled out her new toy, Samurai Penis, a long thick penis on the shaft of a vibrating sword. She maneuvered me on my stomach and I thrust my ass at her. She inserted the sword to its hilt and started to move it rhythmically in and out as she nibbled on my tight ass. She had turned the vibrator to its highest speed. I could feel my ass jiggle and felt the orgasm swell inside threatening to melt me as it boiled over. I quivered with the aftermath.

I rolled over and reached into our "toy" box, taking firm hold of my double razor. It's a big black penis with two heads. I nudged her into the same position that I had held, just moments before, and inserted the large penis into her welcoming hole. I pumped in and out as I played with her dripping pussy. I placed my mouth on the second head of the penis and started to suck in rhythm to the thrusts. Maria reached down and grabbed a small pacifier of her own. As I sucked and fucked her, I felt her body tensing up almost ready to erupt. I slowed my movements, teasing her. Wanting to bring her to the very edge. I rolled her over to her back, and as I continued to fuck her I sucked on her soft round mound of breast flesh. She moved her breast closer to my mouth as she softly moaned. I felt the nipple under my tongue respond to my attention.

Maria insisted that we share the orgasm together. She positioned her ass facing mine and placed the other end of the double razor into my welcoming whole. We moved back and forth, thrusting the large black penis deeply in our asses. As we approached orgasm, Maria decided to do some teasing of her own. She pulled away, and removed the double razor from my ass. I groaned with despair. I was almost ready to cum. I wanted to cum very badly. She rolled me over and grabbed my foot. She first sucked on my big toe and then gradually sucked each toe in turn. This drove me crazy, I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to cum. She guided my toe inside her hot pussy. I slid down, back onto the bed so that I could have her foot in my pussy too. We played footsy, feeling the hot juices flowing freely from each other.

Maria giggled, "Don't you cum yet. I've got something special for you." I could hardly wait, what could be more special then cumming with my sexy girlfriend, feeling her body racked with an orgasm that is mirrored with my own. From our "toy" box she pulled out a set of lace gloves. She placed one of the lace gloves on her hand and started playing with my already hot pussy.

I didn't want to miss out in the mutual enjoyment; therefore, I placed the other lace glove on my hand. First I played with her hard nipple, while kissing her. She pushed me back down on the bed and we started again playing with each other. It was only moments, when both of our bodies were overcum with intense heat as our bodies shuttered with the orgasm. We laid there in each other arms, knowing that we were going to have a very enjoyable weekend.

A Weekend Retreat



He said he was going to take her away for the weekend. He was going to pamper her and give her a taste of being cared for. Everything at home was so stressful... the kids, the job, the divorce and a monster of an ex always hounding her...

Jimmy had taken her to lunch a few times, but they were never more than 10-minute stops at the office food coach. Triana worked hard. She had to support her kids by herself now. Even though her husband had loads of cash, he had managed to hide just about all of it; so the courts never even assigned him much by way of child support and nothing by way of alimony.

She didn't want to lose her house. She didn't want her kids to suffer because she and her husband failed at marriage. Then when she heard that the boss was going to have to let a few people go, she nearly freaked out. Her job was safe – for now, but the tension had been unbearable.

When Jimmy had asked her to go away with him for a weekend, she was shocked. Except for the few lunches and a quick peck on the cheek, there was never any reason to look at him as her knight in shining armor. He convinced her though. He even got his kid sister in to baby-sit her kids for the weekend. He managed to counter every argument she made. And when he gave her a set of sheer baby dolls he had been honest. Jimmy planned to pamper Triana in even the most intimate of ways. What the heck? She hadn't been with any other man except for her husband and sex had been all about him. It was time she was with a man who made it very clear her pleasure was his priority.

Jimmy held her hand as they entered the secluded cabin he rented for the weekend. Their two small bags were tucked under his other arm. Just the way he looked at her was enough to make her wet between her legs.

"Just give me two minutes." He kissed her lips lightly and set their suitcases down in the corner. Then he entered the bathroom.

Triana heard water running into the tub. When he appeared a minute or two later, his skin was flushed from the steam of the tub. He had removed his shirt, his shoes and his socks. It was the first time Triana had gotten a look at his muscled chest. His arms and shoulders were muscular and she came to him easily when he reached a hand towards her. Never letting go of her hand, he pulled her close to ravish her mouth. Their clasped hands were in the small of her back as he leaned down to cover her mouth with his own.

He gently poked the tip of his tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth just a little to let him enter. Slowly he tasted her, drinking in her sweetness with a deliberateness that made Triana's knees weak. If this was the way he used his tongue to make love to her, she was looking forward to putting her body into his hands – literally.

His palm cupped her breast and she felt his thumb caressing the nub through the thin fabric of her blouse, he had asked her not to wear a bra. Still holding one arm behind her back and never removing his tongue from her mouth, Jimmy managed to unbutton her blouse and rubbed her tender nipples against his hair roughened chest. Triana couldn't escape, she didn't want to escape, the oral lovemaking. She used her one free hand to caress his lean hips, moving it until she could feel the male bulge behind the zipper to his pants. He wouldn't let her unzip his pants.

He brought her next to the tub as he finally withdrew his tongue. "I want to see you naked." His voice sounded rough as he slowly slid her blouse off of her and pushed her skirt down from her hips. She stood wearing only the scantiest of pink bikini panties. He slowly ran his finger under the fabric, first the waist and then each leg. He paused when he touched the curls between her thighs and smiled when he felt the moisture already oozing from her pussy. Triana's breathing was already coming in short spurts. He put both hands under the fabric and cupped her cheeks lightly squeezing as he pulled her against him. Then he pulled her panties down her legs with a barely restrained patience.

"I want to bathe you."

She nodded feigning shyness. "I want to see you."

His eyes met hers, his stare was intent. Jimmy unsnapped his pants and slid his trousers and underwear down his long legs in one quick movement. She tentatively touched his thrusting rod, it was so hot and hard. He stilled her hand. "Not yet. You are so beautiful and if I'm not careful I'm just going to shove my cock into you and shoot everything I have. I don't want it to be like that. This weekend is all about you."

His words mesmerized her. Jimmy reached to turn the water off. He poured a capful of fragrant oil into the steaming water. Then he sampled it with his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot. Holding her hand, they stepped into the tub together.

Sitting, facing each other, she sat between his bent knees, her legs wide open as each ankle straddled the sides of his waist. Jimmy picked up a large, plump loofah and gently lathed her body with the slightly scratchy surface. He roughened her nipples with the loofah and then drew each one into his mouth holding the swelling buds between his teeth. Biting with just enough pressure to send shockwaves through her body, he sucked greedily. His hands dropped under the water and between her legs. She felt him fingering her and then sliding one, then two and then three fingers inside her. He stroked her from deep inside. His thumb pressed on her clit. He used his body, his arms, to press her legs open wider.

Triana rested her hands on his shoulders and she looked up into his dark eyes. His stare held her captive as he continued to fondle her sensitive spots. She could feel his fingertips as they sought out her G-spot and tortured it with an unyielding pressure. Bolts of pain and pleasure shot through her suddenly. Before she could catch her breath, he had her shoulders resting on his knees, her head dropped back to skim the surface of the water and with both hands on her ass cheeks, he lifted her wet pussy to his mouth.

She thought his tongue had been marvelous in her mouth. She felt his tongue stroke her and tease her clit. Then he thrust his tongue into her slit, in and out, in and out. Then he nibbled and sucked on her clit until he heard her gasp. He didn't stop. Triana felt her body spasming over and over as he continued to hold her in midair and sucked and jabbed. With her head hung back and the room beginning to spin, she thought she was going to go crazy.

"Jimmy, Jimmy, I want you in me."

"Soon." He smiled as he continued to fuck her pussy with his tongue until she finally screamed from the pleasure.

When he finally let her sit back down in the tub, she was sure that the moisture glistening on his lips wasn't just the bathwater. He deliberately licked his lips and savored her juices while she watched. Then he leaned forward and kissed her sharing her flavor with her open mouth. He tenderly finished their bath and dried them both with the same fluffy towel.

Both naked, they returned to the bedroom. He made her wait again while he removed soft strips of fabric from his suitcase. He tied the strips to either side of the headboard. Then he took a swig from a bottle of liquid on the nightstand.

He turned and saw her wide eyed stare. "Trust me." He pulled the bedspread and covers off of the bed and then picked her up in his arms to lay her down. Looping the fabric loosely around her wrists he smiled at her. "You can pull your hands out easily, but you are going to want to hold on."

Triana felt excited to be lying naked under his gaze, her arms held above her, almost defenseless to his ministrations. He went back to his suitcase but he hid whatever he was carrying from her gaze. He put the mystery object down next to the bed. Jimmy spread her legs as he knelt between them. Then he began to kiss her on her mouth, her neck, her breasts. He slowly drew each nipple deep into his mouth and sucked firmly. Then he used his tongue to trace a wet path down her body to the light brown curls of her thatch.

Once again he probed deeply with his tongue into her pussy. This time he used his hands as well. With one hand he shoved fingers deep inside her. She rode his fingers as they fucked her and pressed against his lips as he sucked her already swollen and sensitive clit. She wasn't expecting it when he took his wet fingers from her pussy and slowly and determined pressed them into her asshole. One finger was quickly followed by a second, third and forth. The stretching was painful and pleasurable at the same time. He used his free hand to continue fucking her pussy.

Triana writhed on the bed and yanked on the cloth strips at her wrists. She pulled against them, holding them as if they weren't just pretend. For all the times her husband had fucked her, he had never paid her so much attention. She had never felt her senses so alive. She felt every time he pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in both of her holes. She felt his teeth biting her clit as his tongue flicked it constantly. He didn't stop even as her body tensed and she moaned and thrashed from side to side. Triana felt her juices flowing from her pussy and he drank it up.

"Oh baby, you taste so good."

"Jimmy, I want you to come into me." She was breathless and close to begging.

"Soon." He smiled as he let her rest. He brought himself up to his knees and straddled her upper chest. His hard dick was poised over her mouth and he guided it to her lips.

Triana sucked his long, hot cock greedily. She ran her tongue along his length. And she sucked again. She enjoyed the taste of the drops of cum that oozed from the tip. She drew his cock into her mouth and it reached the back of her throat. Did she only imagine that it seemed to grow even bigger as she sucked on it? It was going to feel so good when he finally came into her pussy.

He laughed as he pulled away. "Don't get too carried away. I have things I want to do to you." Jimmy picked up a small plastic container and squeezed a few drops into his palms. "This is massage oil, it heats up. While I'm rubbing it onto your tits and into your cunt, I want you to tell me your fantasies."

Still trying to catch her breath, Triana smiled gratefully. "What more can a woman fantasize than to be with someone like you?"

He smiled back at her. His hands began to massage the area between her legs. Triana could feel the heat from the oil on her breasts. Everywhere he touched her between her legs was hot. It amplified every time he touched her swollen pussy lips.

"Tell me every secret. Did you ever want to get fucked in the ass? Did you ever want to feel two cocks in you at once? Did you ever want to be tied up and get fucked for hours?"

He was exciting her with his hands and the heat from the oil. He was exciting her with his words. Her body tingled and even though the unknown made her nervous, she had to tell him yes to all of it.

Jimmy smiled at her response. He knew how excited she was getting again. She was writhing on the bed. She was holding the cloth straps as she pulled against them. Even though she knew she wasn't tied down, the sensation of being a prisoner to him excited her and she was surprised.

He reached behind him. "I brought some toys."

Triana strained to see.

"Meet my friend Richard." Jimmy was holding up a lifelike looking dildo, very lifelike down to the mass of balls at the back end. "He's a real cocky guy." And Triana had never seen a real cock that huge.

She looked at it with nervous anticipation at the idea of something so big being inside her.

"But first..." Jimmy rubbed his oiled hands over a conical butt plug and gently inserted it in her ass. There was a little resistance when he reached the third, largest ridge and she drew in a deep breath as she felt it filling her hole. Then he pushed a little button on the end and it began to slowly undulate inside her. "How does that feel?"

The sensation was strange and good. "Weird."

He smiled. After he poured some of the heating massage oil along the shaft of the dildo, Jimmy flicked another hidden button and Triana could see ripples slowly moving along the shaft. He worked it into her slowly until she had taken all of it. "Tell me how it feels to be fucked by a dick this big."

She was panting already. She felt incredibly full and every sensation, every nerve, was focused between her legs. Jimmy used his thumb on her clit again as he held the massive dildo in her.

"Oh... ah... oh god... oh, oh..." Triana was coming again. She was thrashing and noisy. And each time she made a noise, Jimmy made sure to push a little deeper and smile a little broader.

He took the dildo out of her so slowly it was nearly tortuous as the ridges kept titillating her sensitive pussy. Then, less gently, he pulled the butt plug from her ass and before the hole could close he inserted a vibrating plastic wand. It went deeper and was thicker than the ridged butt plug.

Triana's eyes were wide when she got a good look at Jimmy's cock, it had grown and it was almost as big as the dildo she had just fucked.

Jimmy laughed. "You can believe some of those TV commercials," he said cryptically. And then he shoved his rod into her as deep as it would go. "Oh god, I can feel the vibration in your ass." And Jimmy began to fuck her with long, deliberate strokes.

She could feel his balls slap against her and she swore he was still growing. She knew the vibration in her ass was turning him on even more. And it was so good to finally have him in her.

He was pumping harder and harder. He screamed her name as he began to throb. She felt his hot cum filling her. The hot spurts from his rod brought her to the edge once more. And she could feel the vibration and fullness in her ass. And she screamed as she came again.

Jimmy collapsed against her and lay there still inside and not getting any smaller. She could feel cum seeping out. And the wand continued to vibrate in her ass. The wand worked against Jimmy's still large cock and he grew hard inside her. And again he pumped away until they both screamed their names out loud

Jimmy left Triana pseudo tied to the bed and naked for most of the night. And he fucked her in every hole with his cock, with the dildo, with the vibrating wand and with the butt plug. By morning she was spent. They took a shower together and he fucked her again.

The only thing he would let her put on the next day was the sheer baby doll lingerie he had given her. He wore only jeans. Jimmie had brought food in a small cooler which he had left in his car. There were no interruptions, everything was done for her.

He finally let her suck his cock until he came in her mouth after she begged him. And then he fucked her again and made her come repeatedly until he shot his load into her.

She didn't want to go home at the end of the weekend, but her kids were waiting for her. So were the bills and the crappy ex-husband and the demanding job and so many worries...

"I was thinking, how about you let me move in with you?" Jimmy surprised her with his words. "You have to know how much I've wanted you since the first day you came to work."

"But..."

"No buts," and then he smiled as he thought of all the fun they had with her butt. "Seriously Triana, I want to be with you. I could help you pay the mortgage. I like kids. And while we certainly couldn't live this fantasy every night, the sex would be fantastic."

"I've got so many responsibilities..."

"And I could share them with you. I really am crazy about you." He ginned as he picked up the dildo lying on the nightstand. "So is Richard."

She laughed. And he kissed her. And they made love again before they went home. 



The Lake Cabin



Author Note:

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoy this 99% fictional story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I will warn you though, it is lengthy. But, I wrote it as if it were a multi course, gourmet meal. Each dish is more delectable than the last, bringing you to the best part, the dessert. This is a Summer Lovin Contest entry so if you love it be sure to vote, and feel free to leave any comments, good or bad. I love seeing what others think of my work. Enjoy!

-Bren

****

Chris couldn't wait to go home. He had four hours left of his forty-eight hour firemen's rotation. A coveted three day weekend with his incredibly sexy wife, jet skis on a crystal clear lake, fire cooked meat and plenty of ice cold beer waited for him.

"Hey, I think I'm going to go hit the weights or something," he said tossing the controller on the coffee table. "I'm just not into this game."

He wandered into the kitchen, and habitually opened the refrigerator door. Grimacing at the sugary snacks permanently residing there, he grabbed a bottle of water.

Chris pulled his phone from his pocket and flopped down in the kitchen chair, opening a new text message to his wife, "So I was just thinking...?"

She instantly replied, "Oh yeah, about what?"

"About how much fun I'm going to have with you this weekend, and how sexy those new heels looked the other night. I can't wait to see them on you again," He hit send with a wicked little grin, as he shifted back in the chair and waited for her reply.

He didn't have to wait but a second for her response, "I wore them to work today." She ended her message with a winking emoticon.

"What else did you wear today?"

"The black pencil skirt with the slit up the side that you love so much."

"I do love that skirt. You look fantastic in it. What about underneath?" He could almost see the feint blush creep into her cheeks.

"You'll have to wait and see what's underneath... you naughty thing."

The vulgar curses and shouts drew his attention. He tipped the chair back on two legs and peered around the corner into the living room. Four guys had controllers in their hands and two more stood behind the couch cheering on their teammates. He clearly was not missed.

Still balancing on two legs, his thumbs flew across the screen, "I am a naughty thing. If I were right there now..." and bounced back down on all four.

"You know 'there' is actually at my office right now, yes?"

Images of exactly how he could use the big oak desk of hers raced through his mind.

"Even better. So if I were there, I'd lock the door making you look up from your work, with that cute little smile you give me when I get to come surprise you. You can see how much I want you just how I'm standing. Then..."

A few short seconds later, "Then what, Lover?"

Leaning on his elbows, with a half grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, he replied, "You slowly walk over to me, your heels sinking into the carpet and the sway of your hips make the slit in your skirt show just a peek of your thigh. You wrap your arms around my neck, press that gorgeous little body up against me and kiss me. Soft and slow at first then harder and faster as things heat up..."

"Oh, I love kissing you. You're so unbelievably good at it... So then you grab my ass and lift me onto you. I can feel how hard you already are for me, from just my kiss. I squeeze tight with my thighs, not wanting to fall."

His growing erection pressed against his zipper, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Baby, that's not imagined. I AM hard for you... right now."

"How scandalous, at work with a raging hard-on... I love it!... So, do you pin me against the door, crunching the blinds or do I straddle your lap in the chair?"

Chris flicked his eyes towards the ceiling for half of a second, and considered his options. "I take us to the chair," he decided. "I love watching you move on top of me... I move my lips from yours and place kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck. You sigh a little and grind your hips involuntarily against me. Then..."

His phone quickly buzzed with her reply, "You rub your hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my hips. I reach between us and unbutton your pants. Then, I lightly run my nails up under your shirt, across your abs, your chest, and over your shoulders, making your pulse a little faster. Then..."

A second message immediately followed, "I love how the thick muscles of your shoulders and arms feel under my hands."

His ego swelled another inch and his pants grew even tighter. Chris completely forgot the six other guys engrossed in the video game, a mere sheet of dry wall away. "God, I want to yank your shirt off and pull your bra down with my teeth, right now. I want to hear you sigh and moan as I taste your hard little nipples...."

"It feels so good when you're rough with my nips. You're making me so hot right now I can barely sit still... Tell me what else you would do if you were here."

"Well, as I suck on your nipple, I move my other hand up your inner thigh and discover you are a naughty little thing as well, you did not wear panties today... So, I slide my fingers along your smooth lips. I press just the tip of my middle finger inside and rub your clit with the heel of my hand. You grind your hips hard against my hand trying to push me deeper, but I don't let you."

Just as he sit send, the alarm blared throughout the house.

CHIIRRP! CHIIRRP! CHIIRRP! CHIIRRP! CHIIRRP!

"Fuck me!" he groaned aloud.

Chris scrambled out of his seat, adjusted him self so the hard bulge in his pants wasn't completely obvious and prayed to all gods above it would quickly go down. He typed with lightning speed, "Gotta go babe. Fire." He stuffed his phone in his pocket and rushed to get his gear.

****

The entire twenty minute drive home, their erotic text session haunted Chris's brain. He could almost hear her moans and sighs of pleasure. By the time he pulled into their suburban neighborhood, he was wound tight as a spring.

Chris slammed on the brakes and swore out loud, the front bumper of his Jeep mere inches from Jillian's cherry red Escalade. Grinding the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, he vaguely remembered Emma tell him Jillian and her insanely spoiled, entitled, and ridiculously wealthy family was joining them for the barbecue.

A frustrated growl rose from his chest as he backed up and parked by the curb in front of their house. "Shit!" he said aloud. "Why in God's name are they early?"

He took a deep settling breath, or two, and trudged up the driveway. Once inside, he dropped his backpack beside the entry bench, sat and tugged off his boots.

As if perfectly choreographed, Jillian met him with a big showy hug just as he stepped into the living room. She stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her fake tits into his chest and clung to him for far longer than he cared for.

"Hello, Jillian." He made a wide arc with his arm and gave her a polite pat on the back, "How's Brian and the kids? They out back?"

Any straight man would have been either blind or in a coma not to find her attractive, she paid a fortune to make certain of that fact. She was a walking centerfold, bombshell with her low cut shimmery shirt and caramel skirt hugging her tight little body like a second skin. However, every fake, pretentious fiber of her being irked Chris to the core. He liked women who had brains in their heads, weren't afraid to order a steak as rare or as burnt as she preferred, and looked just as good in a dress and heels as she did in worn jeans and a t-shirt. His pretty wife Emma, fit that tall order to the letter.

Jillian let her hands linger on his shoulders, leaned back onto her wedge sandals and flashed a bleached smile, "Oh you know Brian, he always has to work late. He said he would try and meet us at the lake tomorrow though." She trailed her fingertips, along with her eyes, over the swell of his bicep, "Ava and Avery decided they wanted to go to one of their friends sleepovers this weekend and Aiden has a new girlfriend so he wanted to stay with her." She shrugged and continued in a sugary voice, "So, it's just little ol me."

"Yeah, that's too bad," he said with as little interest as he could muster. "Where's Emma?" He tipped his head at her shoes, "You know she'll kill you, if she sees you with shoes on in the house."

She popped a hip to the side swept her hand the length of her body like a game show model, "I've already made it clear, that this ensemble-"

He cut her off with a step around her, towards the kitchen, pleased with the little 'harumph' he heard behind him.

"In here Babe," Emma called as she turned off the tap.

She squealed in delight as Chris came up behind her, scooped her into a bear hug, and nibbled on her upswept hair, exposed neck. Every womanly curve of her tall, strong body seemed to have been made for him specifically. Her signature scent of jasmine, honeysuckle and a touch of sandalwood spiraled across his brain and straight to his groin.

"Watch the knife," she giggled holding it, and the head of broccoli, far away from their bodies.

"Mmm, you smell so good," he said into the hallow of her neck. He dropped his voice to a low, husky whisper in her ear. "Those messages earlier were so damn hot. All I could think about was coming home, tearing off your clothes and fucking you until we both passed out." He trailed the tip of his tongue along her jugular.

Emma briefly closed her eyes and tilted her head to give him better access. "Me too," she whispered turning her beautiful face to meet his.

He placed a lingering kiss on her soft lips and she teasingly flicked her tongue against him. He seized the opportunity to deepen their kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Their mouths playfully danced against each other with seamless harmony.

Emma let the knife and the head of broccoli fall in the sink and shifted in his arms to thread her fingers through his thick cropped hair. Hunger spurred and deepened their kiss until there was enough heat between them to melt glass. A soft moan escaped her, as he tightened his arms around her slender waist.

Just as his hands slid over the fine, wool skirt stretched over her tight ass, Jillian interrupted with a very loud 'Ahem'.

"You know there are other people here, right?" Jillian said as she absently swung a sandaled foot from the bar stool.

They untangled themselves from one another. Chris leaned against the dark granite counter as Emma flashed her sister an impish grin and resumed slicing the broccoli.

"Oh I'm sorry, did we make you uncomfortable?" he said with mock concern.

"I'm all for a little PDA but you two," she said, flicking a manicured finger between them, "looked like you were about to have sex on the vegetable tray. By the way, I invited my friend Brooke for the weekend. She'll be here in about twenty minutes."

He rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the serving tray piled half full of bright colored vegetables.

"That's fine Jilli. We have plenty of food," Emma said over her shoulder.

"Hmm, sex on a veggie tray, could be fun. What'd you say Babe?" He wiggled his eyebrows at Emma and pulled a devious little grin, popping a cherry tomato in his mouth. "Who's Brooke?"

Jillian chimed in, "Well she's one of my very best girlfriends and is going through a terrible divorce. It's a shame really, her husband is cheating on her with his assistant." She half covered her mouth with her fingertips, "Plus, she's gained ten pounds since the divorce started."

"Oh how scandalous, a woman who eats," Chris gasped with exaggerated mock appall. "What will the neighbors say?"

"Oh quit picking on her...," Emma swatted his hand and flicked her wrist towards upstairs, "Go get cleaned up. You smell like sweat and smoke."

"You love my manly smell." He suggestively raised his eyebrows at her, "Why don't you come make sure I get all the smoke off?"

She leaned over and planted a quick peck on his lips, "Maybe later. Now go."

He playfully smacked her ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise before turning towards the stairs.

Just out of eyesight on the landing, Jillian's snarky voice stopped him dead in his tracks. He was more than willing to toss her right out on her pretentious ass if she upset Emma.

"You two make me nauseous. I'll never understand how you landed something like him? Mmm... he's like sex on a stick."

Emma didn't miss a beat, "Because I am not a gold digging bitch like you. I actually know how to treat a man with dignity and respect. Plus... I give a fantastic blow job."

Chris snorted a laugh and continued up to the master bathroom.

He stripped out of his clothes and turned on the tap to a near scalding temperature. A light knock on the door and the partial opening snapped his attention around.

"Babe, it's me. Jillian's on the phone, one of the twins, has a ten year old girl crisis." Emma shut the door behind her, yanking her blouse over her head and tossed it aside without a second thought. "I couldn't wait one more second to have you."

She grabbed for him as if he were a life line, ensnaring her arms around his neck. Their mouths collided in a fiery kiss, lips and tongues dueling an epic battle. They licked and parried against one another with urgent need. A desperate moan moved from her mouth to his, as he harshly squeezed her ass.

He slammed her back against the door hooking a long leg over his hip. Chris ran his hand up her smooth thigh, as she dug trenches in his ass cheeks.

"God, I've been dying to find out what you have on for me to tear off," he groaned against her throat. He nipped and kissed along the smooth chords of her neck and moved his hand between her thighs shoving the scrap of lace thong aside. He uttered a grumble of delight as his fingers found smooth flesh, already dripping wet.

Emma sunk her teeth into the top of his shoulder and raked her nails across his broad back as Chris plunged two, thick fingers into her molten depth.

"Don't tease," she panted. "I need more. I need your hard cock inside me"

He grabbed her under her ass, planting her on the tile counter. He shoved her skirt up around her hips and dropped to his knees.

"Baby, we don't have time for that," she feebly protested.

Chris jerked her knees further apart, grabbed the lace band between his fists and ripped it from her hip, "Fuck that. There's always time." He crushed his mouth over her pulsing clit and swirled his tongue hard against it. A deep hungry growl rumbled in his chest, as he licked up and down her slit with deep intense strokes, drinking in every drop of her.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned. "Don't stop Baby." She clutched her still covered breast and tugged sat the hidden nipple.

Emma bit hard into her lower lip trying to stifle her moans, and rocked her hips against his tongue. Her fingernails scraped his scalp as the muscles in her stomach twitched with the first clutches of her orgasm.

"Please Chris," she gasped. "Suck on my clit."

He gladly followed her command. Within seconds, she came hard against his mouth. The rush of the shower barely masking her shameless groans and whimpers. The tangy saltiness of her flooded his mouth, making his cock swell another inch.

She shoved his face back, quickly hopped from the counter and turned towards the mirror. Emma yanked out the elastic holding her chestnut mane in a sexy, messy knot atop her head, and swiped her hand through the steam on the mirror, catching his eye in the reflection.

"Don't be gentle," she commanded.

An animalistic growl rumbled in his chest, "God, I love you. You're so fucking hot!" He grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back and captured her mouth in a deep searing kiss.

*****

Six a.m. came way too early for Emma. She snatched the buzzing phone off the nightstand, glared at the hateful alarm and turned it off. After a late night around the fire pit and a few glasses of Chardonnay too many, she was nowhere near ready to face packing up for their weekend at the lake cabins. She reached for the furnace of a man she fell asleep against but found only cool sheets and empty space. She snuggled deeper into the luxurious covers, surrounded by a shadow of Chris's familiar scent.

The irresistible smell of coffee and bacon wafted across her brain. She pulled herself up against the fluffy pillows, flicked on the bed side lamp and cracked open her bleary eyes. Grabbing a tank top and a pair of pajama pants from the dresser drawer, she dragged her naked self into the bathroom.

Emma brushed her teeth, tousled her hair into a sculpted mess, and removed the unruly smudges around her eyes. Satisfied she no longer resembled a strung out junkie, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen.

Chris beamed and passed her a steaming cup of coffee as she collapsed in the bar stool at the granite top island. "Good morning, my love," he said. "I couldn't sleep so I made breakfast. It's almost done, just waiting on the toast." Right on cue, the thick slices of bread popped out of the toaster.

Emma sipped her coffee and grunted at him as her greeting. She briefly closed her eyes with pleasure as the hot liquid slid down her throat and the caffeine slowly seeped into her bones.

Chris passed her a plate of scrambled eggs, prepared just how she liked them with cheese and ketchup, thick slices of crispy bacon, and Texas toast, as he plopped down next to her.

He nearly vibrated with excited energy. "So, I was thinking," he said between mouthfuls of his own naked eggs. "I'll pack the rest of the Jeep while you get dressed. That way we can be on the road in an hour or so. I want to get there early so we can get one of the single cabins." He took a sip of coffee and continued as if he never took a breath, "Oh, also I rented us jet skis so we'll have to go and pick them up when we get there."

She held out her palm to him and said in a sleep roughened voice, "Cool your jets, Speedy. How do you have this much energy? It is six-thirty in the morning, on a fucking Saturday." She pointed at her self, "I need at least two cups of coffee and a piping hot shower to have a fraction of the energy-" She cocked her head to the side and scrunched her brows together, "Wait, you've packed and had time to make breakfast?"

He blinked at her as if his early morning antics were the most normal thing in the world, "Uh-huh... I've been up since four. You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you." He idly skimmed his fingertips along her thigh as he polished off his toast.

Emma gave a little chuckle and bit into the crunchy bacon, "You can bet your ass the only thing I'm waking up that early for, is early morning sex." She held out her empty, ceramic mug, "Please."

Her hardened nipples poking through her shirt drew his attention like a moth to a flame. Desire flared in his sky blue eyes, "Maybe I should've made better use of my time."

"Hmm, put that energy to good use," she winked at him.

He took the mug, and planted a quick kiss, and another, on her soft full lips.

"God!" Jillian said. "Every time I freaking come in here you two are making out like teenagers." She eyed the mug in Chris's hand, "Oh is that for me. I could so use a cup." She sat in the bar stool on the other side of Emma and crossed her tanned legs, her pink micro shorts riding up another inch.

"No, this is hers." Chris arranged a most warm and friendly smile, "You know where the mugs are, help yourself." He moved around the island and poured Emma more coffee adding her desired cream and sugar.




The Lake Cabin



Chris couldn't help but notice the smug smirk Emma gave her sister and the jealous pout Jillian gave right back, as he scooted the cup to her and rinsed off his empty dishes. He leaned his weight on outstretched arms on the counter, "Well, I'm going to finish packing, if you ladies want to get ready. Jillian, I assume you and your friend will be taking your Escalade and can pack your own things?"

"It would be so nice for a big, strong, man to help with our luggage." Jillian turned big, hazel, doe eyes, with perfect makeup, up at him. "Ouch!" she glared at Emma and rubbed her shin.

"Watch it, Jilli." The arched eyebrow and lethal tone spoke volumes.

"Fine. We'll get it ourselves."

Chris sniggered and gently squeezed Emma shoulder as he strode towards the garage.

*****

Chris scowled at the eleven a.m. reading on the Jeep's dash. With a heavy sigh he said, "We should've been racing across the lake by now, or at least getting ready too, not still be forty-five minutes away from even puling in."

"Don't worry about it Babe. It's only August, we'll have plenty of daylight left." She looked up from her digital book, flashed a naughty little grin and suggestively raised her eyebrows at him, "Besides, everything's always funner in the dark."

"I guess your right. I just didn't want to be stuck in one of the middle cabins. You can always hear both sides of your neighbors."

She gently rocked her bent knee, parting and closing her bare folded legs as she shifted her back against the door, "Well, if we get stuck in the middle, we'll just have to be quiet."

"Sweetheart, you couldn't be quiet if your life depended on it," Chris teased.

She shrugged a peach t-shirt covered shoulder, "It's your fault you know. You feel so good I just cant help it." She challenged him with her mesmerizing albeit slightly disturbing, honey eyes, "You love it when I talk dirty to you." Before he could say anything, she maneuvered herself on folded knees in the seat and brought her mouth millimeters from his ear. She slid her fingers under his t-shirt, smoothing her cool palms across his broad chest.

"I could try to stop making noise," she whispered. "And quit telling you how much I love having your cock inside me... if you really want me too." She lightly slid the tip of her tongue along the ridges of his ear and gently pulled the lobe between her soft moistened lips.

Her warm breath caused the hairs on the back of neck to stand and sent goosebumps down his spine. "Don't you dare stop," he groaned. "Silence is not sexy."

She planted a big loud kiss on his neck and returned to he folded position against the door picking up her e-reader. "Good, then if we get stuck in the middle we will just have to be so loud and dirty that the neighbors will need a cigarette," she winked at him and returned her eyes back to her screen.

"You are so bad, but oh so good. I don't know how I got so lucky." He changed lanes and passed a freight truck. Glancing over at her, he said, "What you reading?"

"Porn."

"Porn?" he said. "Just like that, as if it were an everyday occurrence, like saying oh I'm just reading The Times?"

She beamed a wicked smile, "Uh-huh. It's the ultimate naughty little secret. I think it's the funnest thing in the world to sit down somewhere public, like a coffee shop or restaurant and read porn. I have to sit still and keep my cool even though I'm so hot a light breeze could make me come."

Chris immediately saw her standing naked in front of a Starbucks with a gentle breeze ruffling her thick wavy hair, her lip caught harshly between teeth as an explosive orgasm rocked through her. He blinked and shook the image away.

"Jesus, I didn't even realize there was such a thing as readable porn." He noticed how she was gently bouncing her knee and the way she chewed the inside of her cheek, "You have tells though, you know."

"Well, it's not technically called porn. It's Erotica," she tilted her chin defiantly and continued. "And I don't have tells. Outwardly, I'm as cool as a cucumber." She chuckled at his naivety, "After five years together you never realized what I read?"

He kept her quirks to himself as a mental note for later. "You always said you don't like watching porn so it never occurred to me that you read it."

"Silly, watching porn is for men, reading it is for women. You have any idea how unfair porn is?" She demonstrated her point with her palms held as an unbalanced scale, "Twenty minutes for a blow job and ten-seconds to lick pussy," she dropped her hands in her lap. "Plus, I have no desire to watch a hairy man-beast plow into a chick and hear her very obviously fake orgasm. But when you read it, you can imagine whoever you want and can almost feel what's going on."

The way she dismantled a billion dollar industry to the bare bones made him laugh out right. He tipped his head at the book resting on her denim shorts exposed thigh, "So what's that one about? Or does Erotica have a storyline?"

"It's about a sexy cop who has to go undercover to infiltrate a drug cartel. The gender roles are reversed though, the undercover cop is the guy and the crime boss is a sinfully sexy woman."

A muscle tensed in his jaw, "A sexy cop huh?"

"Oh relax," Emma said as she flicked her hand as if to shoo away a pesky fly. "No need to be jealous, you're a fireman. You're every woman's walking fantasy. Cops are only alluring because they have handcuffs and shove people against a car." She unconsciously traced her fingertips along her thigh as she continued, "But firemen, are toe curling hot because they burst in all fierce and brave, trudge through the smoke and fire and debris, and rescue people. Oh, and the uniform?... Mmm."

The lusty tone in her voice and the slow enticing bounce of her bent knee played on his ego, and his libido, like a musician with a harp. She made him feel like a fourteen year old virgin in constant need of a large book, and not the twenty-nine year old man who should have better control of himself.

"Whats going on in the story now?"

"The crime boss has the cop by the balls." Emma said, "Figuratively and literately. She knows he's an undercover cop so she has him tied to a chair and is questioning him, and of course he's not saying anything yet. But, she's torn because she knows her new found knowledge wont allow him to live, or else she'll look weak, but she cant help but want to blow and fuck him right there. So she's toying with him until she decides."

Emma dropped her raised knee tucking her naked feet under her. She seductively grazed her fingertips across the dusting of dark hair on his forearm and down the length of his middle finger, "But I mean he is sitting there, naked, with a raging hard-on, hands cuffed behind his back." She lightly kneaded the inside of his muscular thigh, through the heavy khaki shorts, "Who wouldn't want to blow and fuck a guy in that position? That's damn sexy in any setting."

Chris swallowed the lump in his throat. He flicked on a blinker and changed lanes just to maintain a small focus on the road. The slight flush to her cheeks and the way her delectable cleavage peeked out of her shirt, and how she came ever so close to touching him how he craved, nearly drained every drop of blood from his brain.

"Especially," she said. "In a small cabin, by a beautiful lake."

"Damn it, I knew I forgot something,"

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure I can find something to tie you up with."

"And what makes you think I want to be bound to a chair naked, and let you have your way with me?"

Emma smoothed her palm over the rock hard column of flesh pressed tight against his zipper, "It would seem, that's exactly what you want."

A mixture of red hot desire and mischief danced in her honey eyes. "Take off your shirt," she commanded and held the wheel.

He reached behind his head and yanked the t-shirt off in one smooth motion.

"Now, unbutton your shorts and slid them over your fine ass."

He was helpless not to follow her order. The fiercest erection he could ever remember, sprung from the harsh confines and bounced against his stomach.

"Mmm, nice. Try and keep us on the road."

Chris thrust into her fist as she measured him with exquisite pressure that brought a thick bead of pre-come to the tip. She moistened the pad of her thumb with it, and swirled it around the unbearably sensitive head. Unlike most women who cold never find the right rhythm and pressure, Emma was so good with her hands it was almost like masturbating himself.

"Wait one sec." She sat up on folded knees, smiled at him, and quickly twisted her long dark hair into a messy knot.

Chris sucked in a sharp breath and nearly jumped out of his skin at the feel of her hot mouth closing around the tip. Emma grasped him in one hand and made lazy wet circles around the ridge with her tongue. She grazed her soft moist lips down his entire length and licked along the vein of the underside, all the way back up. Despite his desperate hunger for urgency, she took her time. She licked, tasted and sucked as if she were a connoisseur of the male physique.

"Fuck me, Em," he panted. "That feels so fucking good." A deep groan Chris didn't even recognize as his own, echoed up to the ceiling. He moved his hips restively to keep from thrusting hard into her mouth and slid his hand over her back and shoulders.

Emma moaned around him taking him another inch down her throat as she gently cupped and tugged his balls.

He felt the welcomed pressure of his orgasm building, as sparks shot down his legs to the tip of his toes. His breath grew ragged as control was quickly escaping him. The sight of her head in his lap and her sucking sounds mixed with her soft moans, was too much. He frantically tried to redirect his attention to anything outside, the way the trees moved, the minivan with Arkansas license plate he was about to pass, the state trooper several cars ahead.

Chris swore under his breath, slowed from the zippy speed of ninety down to the acceptable seventy and reset the cruise control. He ignored the sign indicating their exit in one mile, and purposely drove right past it.

She wrapped her lips tighter around him and took him deep into her mouth. She traced the seam of his balls and pressed on the one spot he was helpless to resist. A deep groan of sheer ecstasy was pulled from his chest as he came in thick spurts against the back of her throat. She easily swallowed every drop.

"Christ Babe," he groaned as she slowly sat up in her seat. "That was fucking incredible. What got into you, you never swallow."

She took a pull from her stainless steel coffee mug, held it up in a toast and beamed at him, "Bourbon."

Chris tossed his head back and laughed flashing brilliant white teeth. "Here hold the wheel a sec." He pulled up his shorts and boxers and fastened the button. He snatched his shirt from behind her seat, quickly pulled it over his head and re took the wheel.

"I, um, missed our exit, so we'll have to circle back."

It was Emma's turn to laugh out right. "So you complain about not getting there in a timely fashion but then miss the exit?"

"You're as mad as a hatter," he teased. "If you think I'd turn onto an unpaved state road and risk amputation by teeth."

She quoted Alice in Wonderland, "The best ones usually are."

****

A short detour and a bumpy trek later, Chris and Emma discovered a gigantic, log cabin with a massive wrap around sun deck, and windows for the entire western facing front, standing proudly where five quaint little cabins formerly resided. The interior was just as impressive as the outside. It had four separate hotel rooms with their own bathrooms, a fully stocked gourmet kitchen and a warm, inviting central living space with a breathtaking view of the lake.

Chris was slightly disappointed they were not going to have a cabin to themselves, but Emma was ecstatic with the new retreat. She claimed it had the best of both worlds, rustic but modern, luxurious but cozy. They staked their claim on the bedroom at the back of the house, decorated with sensuous chocolates and warm caramels. Jillian and Brooke took the room diagonal from them.

Chris and Emma along with Jillian and Brooke had already shuffled through their different pairs of single riders and were now back to racing each other across the lake with doubles. When Matt, the twenty-one year old version of Chris, and his chef roommate Scott, arrived an hour later, the three women and Scott decided it was time to take advantage of the gorgeous sun deck.

Matt and Chris eagerly jumped on the skis and took off.

Half an hour later, Chris zoomed the green and white jet ski, into the tiny pier in front of the cabin, only a few short feet behind his younger brother.

"What took you so long, old man?" Matt called. "You can't beat me, I'm young and agile."

"It's not a land race asshole," Chris said. "I let you win."

They switched off the engines, tied the skis to the small dock and made their way up the short gravel path to the giant log cabin.

"Sure you did. You're just mad because I beat you fair and square." Matt punched his brother in the arm.

Quick as a whip, Chris ensnared his arm around Matt's neck, harshly ruffling his unruly blonde hair, "If by fair and square you mean ramming me on the turn, then yeah." He let go and playfully shoved him away. He dropped all playfulness out of his voice, "Stay away from Jillian, Matt. She's ten years older than you and married with three kids."

"So, she's hot and she likes me. Who cares if little wifey wants some side action. Obviously the hubby isn't satisfying her needs or he'd be here right now and not," Matt formed air quotes with his fingers, "caught up at work."

They reached the oversized sun deck, with Emma, Jillian, and Brooke offering themselves to the sun in royal purple, white with gold buckles and emerald green bikinis respectively. Matt's heavy set, bespectacled roommate Scott, sliced assorted fruit for the sangria at the outdoor kitchenette.

Emma pulled down her large, dark sunglasses, clearly raking her honey gaze up and down Chris and winked at him. "Mmm, I could eat you up."

Chris grinned and sat in the chair across from her, bare back to the afternoon sun.

"Thanks Em," Matt interrupted, his hand resting on the door handle. "You know, if my brother has gotten to old to keep it up for you, my services are always available. I can go all night baby."

Chris couldn't help but wonder if that comment was more for Jillian's benefit than Emma's as he took a long pull from Emma's ice cold beer.

Emma gave a little chuckle both at Chris helping himself to her drink and at Matt's retort, "Oh that's cute. But see, I don't have to give him an instructional manual to get me off. He has very imaginative ways to make me come."

Matt held up his hands in surrender, "Hey, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Newer is always better you know. I'm gonna grab us men a beer, you ladies want anything?"

"Hey," Scott said. "Grab some cups the sangria's ready."

Jillian smoothly got up from her chair and said, "I can help you Matt."

The four remaining passed around small talk until Matt and Jillian stepped back onto the deck, a minute longer than was necessary to get a couple of beers and cups.

"You got me thinking, Em." Matt said as he sat in a chair next to Chris with Jillian perched on his knee. "What's the dirtiest, kinkiest thing you guys have done?"

Emma pulled off her large sunglasses and feigned shock, "A lady doesn't kiss and tell. Why don't you direct that question to Jilli about her and her husband? Or did she fail to mention that little nugget of knowledge?"

Jillian gave her sister a positively lethal glare but made her voice as sweet as warm honey, "Brian and I have... an arrangement, he doesn't really ask, and I don't give any more details than necessary."

Matt gave his brother a very smug 'I told you so' look. "Come on Em, tell us," he prodded.

"Tell them about earlier Babe," Chris said with a devious grin.

Emma took the red plastic cup from Scott as he sat in the lounge next to Brooke. She shrugged as if what she was about to say were a common occurrence, "I gave him a blow job on the ride up here."

"It's not the most devious thing we've ever done," Chris said. "But it was crazy hot."

"I've been told I can give a great blow job." Jillian said proudly.

Emma snorted a laugh and nearly spit her sangria, "You would actually have to give them to be told that, Jilli. When's the last time Brian got one, his birthday last year?"

Jillian idly toyed with the back of Matt's unruly hair, "Maybe I like to make them special." She pinned her hazel eyes on her sister, "I don't just hand them out for free, like some of us here."

Matt perked up and teased, "You give out free blow jobs Em? Sweet, I can be ready in like two seconds."

Emma pointed at Chris and grinned, "He's the only one who gets freebies, just because I like to watch him squirm."

Chris suggestively raised his brows at his wife, the fresh memory of her swallowing throat as he came, made him shift in his seat.

Matt feigned hurt, "Damn, I was all set too."

Chris turned his attention to his brother, and away from how the dark purple fabric seemed to glow against her cinnamon/sugar sun kissed skin, and how it stretched over her full soft breasts seeming to cover and reveal all the same time. "What's yours Matt?"

"I had sex in a Mustang once," Matt said proudly.

Emma cocked an eyebrow at him, "That's it? Everyone's had sex in a car."

"Yes but," Matt replied. "I was driving. She was so horny, she just took off her pants and climbed on top of me and rode me like I was her Mustang." He flicked his eyes sky ward revisiting the memory, "First time I ever came inside a girl without a raincoat on." He dropped his gaze to the butterfly tattoo on Jillian's hip and traced the outline with his fingertip. "I like this. When did you get it?"

"When I was seventeen," Jillian said. "I snuck out one night and went with a bunch of friends and we all got tattoos." She slid her hazel eyes purposely over his dark swim shorts, "What about you? I don't see any adorning your sexy muscles. Are they hidden lower maybe?"

Matt gave a half grin, "Nah, I haven't found anything I want to get yet-"

Chris stopped listening to their siblings drivel and leaned back in the deck chair. His mind wandered to an image of Emma pinned beneath him, goosebumps erupting down her long legs, and the muscles of her smooth stomach twitching with anticipation, as he slid the cold steel of a blade under her bikini and cut it from her generous hips. He didn't know where that thought came from but was definitely going to do it the first chance he got.

He caught Emma lustily eyeing him. The way she dropped her eyes for a split second and the hint of pink blush of embarrassment in her cheeks brought a cocky grin to his face. He bent a finger in a 'come here' fashion.

Emma easily understood his silent command, and moved to his lap, draping her long legs over his muscular thigh and her arm around his massive, bare shoulders.

He brought his mouth millimeters from her ear and teased, "If I can make you come with just one finger, just think of what I can do with all ten." He squeezed the side of her ass for good measure, making her quietly giggle and squirm in his lap. He watched the lusty mischief dance across her beautiful face as she traced a fingertip around his nipple and in the ridges of his abs.

"Stop that," he whispered as she toyed with the line of hair just below his belly button. "You're putting me a very embarrassing situation."

"-Sex with another girl..." Brooke's statement snapped Chris's attention, like hearing one's own name in a crowded room. "While my husband watched."




The Lake Cabin



"No shit!" Matt said. "It's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest."

No one except Emma noticed the slight panic in her sisters face and the big gulp of sangria.

Chris saw the strange look in Emma's eye and realization struck. He just slightly tipped his head in Jillian's direction and Emma gave a tiny nod back.

"Anyway, he wanted to have a three way," Brooke continued sheepishly. "But I didn't want to because I was afraid he would like the other girl better. I don't know, I guess I always had my suspicions of his infidelity. But I agreed to it, if I got to pick the girl and he was only allowed to watch."

"How was it?" Matt interjected, a little too excitedly.

"Um, it was awkward at first," Brooke said. "But, after a bit we got into a good groove and it actually turned out to be pretty amazing. He still ended up sleeping with his personal trainer, and his assistant, and who knows who else."

Scott sounded genuinely appalled, "After you did that for him, he cheated on you anyway?" He touched fingertips to her arm for comfort, "Sorry, what an asshole."

Brooke looked at his hand on her arm and met his grey eyes with a warm smile, "Ok, what's one of yours?"

"Oh, um," Scott stammered. "It's nothing compared to yours. But I went on this retreat for work last summer, and ended up skinny dipping with most of my coworkers. Nothing happened, at least not too me but it was exciting swimming naked in a lit pool at night."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun." Brooke said. "We should go tonight. I've never done it but I've always wanted to."

After Brook's shocking confession, the fact she had never participated in something as innocent as skinny dipping tickled the whole group.

Emma said to Chris more than anyone else, "We are definitely go skinny dipping tonight."

"Sure, I'm not going to pass up an opportunity to see you naked, and wet," Chris said.

Emma dropped a quick kiss on Chris's lips, before whispering in his ear, "Let's see how wet you can make me on dry land?" She slowly ground her ass in his lap for emphasis.

Emma heard Matt say, "Sorry man. I got so wasted those two weeks, I barely remembered where I lived. But I do remember Amber, no Anna... yeah Anna."

She rolled her eyes and said, "See Matt, that's why I will pass on twenty-one year old frat boy sex, any day of the week."

"Hey?" Matt said in a hurt tone. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The alcohol made Emma more bold than she normally was but only sharpened her quick wit. "It means," she said. "I have a much greater appetite than just having someone pound into me until they pass out." She flicked away the invisible fly again as she continued, "I have no time for half assed effort and no orgasm."

"Let me guess," Jillian said in her sweet but snarky tone, as she shifted to Matt's other knee. "You're into the romantic, candle lit massages and staring lovingly into each other's eyes aren't you?"

Chris gave Jillian a knowing smirk, "The polar opposite."

Emma said, "Lets just say a little bit of pain can go a long way."

Realization snapped Matt's attention to the strange marking on the top of Chris's shoulder, he had been wandering about all day. "So thats what this is from," he poked hard into the deep bruise. "She bit you. Damn Brother, that looks like it hurt. When did that happen?"

"Yesterday," Chris said. "Ouch fucker, stop poking me."

"While I was there?" Jillian said with disdain dripping from her voice as she got up, poured herself another round of sangria and crossed her tanned legs in the chair next to Matt.

"Yeah," Emma said. "While you were on the phone, I snuck upstairs and jumped him before he got in the shower."

"I cant believe you let her bite you," Matt said. "I would've been so pissed."

"I don't let-"

"He doesn't let-" Chris and Emma said at the same time. They both burst into snickering laughter.

Chris finished for them, "I don't let her do anything. She does what she wants and I get to reap the benefits. I may have battle wounds later but it's worth it. I can't get enough of her." He shrugged, "Besides, it feels good at the time..."

He leaned around Emma toward Jillian and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial tone, "Jillian, you want to know how Emma landed something like me, as you so eloquently put it. It's because I can fuck her as hard as I want without worrying about snapping her spine, and then she could have tea with the fucking Queen as if it never happened."

Scott quietly said to Brooke, "I think this is about to turn into a sibling cock fight. Want to help me with dinner?"

Brooke nodded in agreement and they both stepped into the giant cabin unnoticed.

Jillian snorted, "Excuse me for being built like a girl."

Matt chimed in, "I like how small you are. I think your smoking hot."

Jillian traced her perfectly manicured fingertip along Matt's up turned jaw, "Aww, thank you Matty. You're so sweet."

Emma rolled her eyes and let out a heavy disgusted sigh. With her sweetest voice, she said, "Come on Jilli, we've all shared, now it's your turn. What's the naughtiest thing you've done with Brian... or anyone else?"

Jillian looked out to setting sun over the clear lake, "Didn't someone say something about skinny dipping? Come on lets do it, right now. I'm hot." She stood up, with Matt following her lead, and started undoing the strings of her white bikini behind her back.

Emma brought her lips close to Chris's ear and whispered, "See I knew it. I knew she was the one Brooke was talking about." His eyes involuntarily closed as she gently tugged his ear lobe between soft moist lips and flicked it with her tongue. "Did you really mean what you said, about you can't get enough of me?"

Chris discreetly ground his hips into her ass so she could feel for herself, he meant every word, "What do you think?"

Cupping his face between her hands, she captured his soft full lips in a searing kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, slowly dancing with his. Chris could taste the sweetness of the sangria still lingering in her mouth. Her arms glided around his neck and her longs legs shifted to straddling his lap, sinking deeper into their kiss as if they were the only two people in the world.

Matt's wolf howl and cat call whistle snapped them back to reality.

Chris grinned up at his brother, "See, she does what she wants."

Emma levered herself off his lap and playfully tugged on Chris's cropped hair, before poking her head around the glass door, "Hey, it's so hot out here, we're going to go cool off in the lake. Want to come with?"

Scott and Brooke both looked up from the spread of food with huge grins.

Scott answered, "You guys go ahead. We'll stay and fix dinner."

"Take your time," Brook said. "We're in good company."

Emma flashed her own knowing grin, "Suit yourself."

Matt and Jillian had already shed their clothes on the deck, seeming to have no qualms about being naked in front of other people, and were halfway down the gravel path to the lake.

Chris seized his opportunity at moment alone with Emma. She yelped in surprise as he caught her wrist and nearly yanked her arm out of socket, dragging her behind the curved kitchenette to a blind spot.

"I'm not done with you," he growled and unceremoniously pinned her up against the log wall, expelling a huff of air from her lungs. He crushed his mouth to hers with bruising force as her hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer.

"I can't wait," he muttered as he bit and sucked along her neck tasting the saltiness of her sun warmed skin. "I have to feel your tight little pussy around me."

"Babe, they're going to see us."

"Don't tell me," he whispered as he roughly cupped and harshly squeezed her bikini clad breast. "You don't like the idea of being caught," he dipped his hand in the front of her bikini bottoms and shoved two thick fingers into her molten depth, swallowing her shameless moan with his mouth. "That's what I thought," he said against her lips.

He nearly lost what scrap of control he had left as she simultaneously clenched his fingers like a vice and sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth. He grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks, effortlessly lifting her onto him and hooked her long legs around his hips.

"I love how strong you are," Emma panted as she dug trenches in his shoulder and ass cheek, grinding against the hard column of flesh between them.

"You make me so fucking hard Em," he said in a gruff voice. "I always feel like I'm about to burst out of my skin, when I'm around you." He freed his granite hard cock from his swim shorts, yanked the piece of fabric between her legs aside, and rubbed the flared head across her swollen clit before shoving inside her dripping wet core.

He crashed into her with hard heavy, strokes as he buried his stubbled face in the hallow of her neck, biting her soft flesh.

"God, you feel so fucking good," she whispered, pressing her head into the unforgiving wall. Her inner muscles gripped and released him, kneading him like a fist making his head spin. She pulled hard on his ass, pushing him as deep as he could go, "I want to feel you come, Chris."

Hearing his panted name snapped the illusion of self control he had. His mouth returned to hers, tasting the sweetness of her as his cock swelled against her silken walls. He almost didn't recognize the barbaric caveman he was, it was like he couldn't get enough of himself inside her. But she hungrily accepted and returned with just as much force. A deep growl of ecstasy rumbled in his chest, as he came deep inside her in thick spurts collapsing against her.

He gently released her legs and pulled his shorts back up. He risked a peak around Emma into the cabin, and was relieved to see Scott and Brooke still in the kitchen, obviously smitten with each other. Their whole ordeal had taken less than five minutes, but to Chris felt like a lifetime.

He laced his fingers with Emma's and pulled her toward the gravel path, "Come on there's something I want to do."

They reached the small dock, giggling like idiots. Chris scooped his wife up in his arms, planted a quick kiss on her lips, and smiled a devil's grin.

Emma realized a second to late what he was about to do. "No!" she squealed and flailed her legs. "Don't you dare-" Her scream of delight was silenced as she splashed into the deep, chilly lake. Her head popped up only to swallow a face full of water as Chris jumped in next too her. "You're such an ass," she teased and playfully shoved his head under water.

Careful not to get kicked by her water treading legs, he pulled open the tie at her back and tugged down her bikini bottom, ensuring to slide his palms over every inch of her ass, hips and thighs in the process. Resurfacing, he tossed both pieces of her suit on the dock next to his, and sunk below her once more.

While slowly treading water, he dug fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, and fastened his lips around her still swollen clit. Crystal clear, cool water filled his mouth as he sucked and swirled his tongue hard against it. He lapped and flicked his tongue up and down her soft folds, until the buzz in his ears reminded him he needed air. Releasing some of the pressure in his lungs, he aimed a series of bubbles directly at her clit. Her whole body twitched with her laughter, the sound muffled and distorted by the water.

Surfacing, he sucked in huge gulps of air and shook the water out of his eyes.

"The bubbles tickled," she giggled. She floated her legs around his waist, and covered her bare breasts with her palms, "My nips are hard enough to cut glass."

"Mmm... here float on your back," he said. "I've wanted to taste those hard little nipples for the past three days."

She unwrapped herself from him and followed his request.

Chris took a moment and let his eyes drink in every sinful curve of the gorgeous creature drifting in front of him. He could watch the graceful movements of her muscles all night. The way her breasts defiantly pushed out of the water with her nipples reaching for the stars practically screamed for his mouth.

Sinking in the water an inch, he sucked the little morsel between his lips and drew a lazy circle around it with his tongue. He filled his hand with her other breast and tugged and rolled the sensitive tip.

Her golden eyes flew open as she twitched under his lips. "That feels incredible," she moaned.

Chris drove her mad with desire, alternating his mouth between her seemingly permanent diamond hard nipples and the soft folds of her pussy. She drove him just as crazy with her deep passionate kisses, shamelessly rubbing her soft, smooth body along his and some well place bubbles of her own.

The concept of time vanished. Chris and Emma splashed and played, teased and kissed savoring their time together. It never occurred to either of them Matt and Jillian were nowhere to be found.

The unmistakeable, intoxicating scent of wood fired meat made Emma's stomach growl. "I guess I'm hungry," she said a little sheepishly. "That smells so good."

Chris's eyes closed as he deeply inhaled the delicious aroma, "Yeah, me too. Lets's go eat." He hauled himself out of the water, pulled up his dry shorts and tossed Emma's frigid bikini to her.

"Hey!" Scott said from behind the grill as Emma and Chris stepped onto the deck. "You guys have good timing. The lamb kabobs are almost done and I just plated the sliders. Help your selves."

Despite being on paper plates, the sliders looked like they came out of a five star restaurant. They both took a plate and sat in the deck chairs, discovering the mini burgers tasted even better than they looked.

They weren't the only ones drawn by the irresistible smell, Matt and Jillian made their way onto the deck, hastily clothed themselves and grabbed their own plate just minutes later.

Emma cocked a knowing, and disapproving eyebrow at her sister, as she plucked a small twig out of Jillian's now upswept messy hair.

"You guys should go down there after dinner," Chris said to Scott and Brooke.

"It's kinda magical," Emma chimed in. "The water's a little chilly when you first get in," she playfully smacked Chris on the arm. "But after a minute it feels really good."

"Plus," Chris added and nudged his knee against Emma's. "Theres just enough light from the dock lantern to see but not be seen." He held up his empty plate, "These are freaking amazing by the way."

"Thanks," Scott beamed. "I'm glad you like them."

"I think it'll be fun," Brooke said with her hand resting on Scott's black T-shirt covered shoulder, and a naughty little sparkle to her chocolate brown eyes.

Scott nodded in agreement and gently squeezed her hand.

"You two," Emma said flicking a pruned finger between Matt and Jillian sitting in the deck chairs, across from her, "look dry as a bone. I take it you didn't go skinny dipping?"

"No, we did," Jillian said and pointed to her messy hair. "We just hung out on dry land for awhile." Both her and Matt broke out into snickering laughter.

The six of them filled the rest of the night with friendly chatter around the stone fireplace, with more than several beers for each of them, and ate every delectable morsel Scott prepared for them. He was handed compliment after compliment on his culinary skills.

Well after midnight, Emma dragged a nearly fast sleep Chris to their room while Scott and Brooke snuck away to the lake with Jillian and Matt boldly retiring to Matt's room.

****

"Oh yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Just like that Baby."

Chris heard Emma's familiar sounds of pleasure on the other side of the bedroom door. He flung it open, cracking the wood, his heart falling to his toes. His stomach rolled and churned like he just swallowed boiling acid.

"You fuck so much better than Chris." Emma panted over her shoulder, catching his eye. She was bent on all fours on their bed, her thick dark hair tossed to one side, with his younger brother gripping her hips and pounding into her from behind.

Lava filled rage erased his vision. He crash tackled Matt to the floor. Chris heard the sickening crunch of Matt's jaw as his knuckles met flesh and bone.

Matt laughed maniacally under him, blood pouring down his chin, "I told you Brother, she wants me, not you. She always has."

Emma lounged back agains the pillows, enjoying her show with a positively evil grin. She sneered at him, "It's true Chris, I've never loved you. I've been fucking Matt for years. My girlfriends and I laugh at just how pathetic you are in bed. I fake it every, single, time, I'm with you, but your brother always makes me come."

Chris flashed oped his eyes with a sharp gasp, a sheen of cold sweat across his skin, and his heart hammering in his chest. Emma snuggled closer to his side, slowly bringing reality back into focus. "3:47 AM Sun Aug 17, 2014" glared at him from his phone's screen. With a frustrated growl, he scrubbed his hands through his hair, trying to rid the vile dream from his brain.

"You ok?" Emma mumbled still mostly asleep.

He pulled her under him, burying his whiskered face in the soft, warm hallow of her neck. The hint of smoke from last nights campfire, lingered in her hair mixing deliciously with her signature sweet clean smell.

"I had a terrible dream Em," he whispered kissing the soft spot under her jaw.

She tightened her arms around him skimming her fingers up and down his back. "It's just a dream, Babe. Go back to sleep."

"Didn't feel like a dream," he muttered against her skin.

Chris planted kisses and trailed his tongue along the smooth chords of her neck. Sliding down her body another inch, he nibbled along her collar bone eliciting a small sigh of pleasure. He gently moved the tiny spaghetti straps over her shoulders and down her arms, his mouth never leaving her skin. He tugged the stretchy lavender shirt lower, exposing her creamy breasts, with perfect little nipples.

Emma sucked in a breath and twitched beneath him as the cool air hit her hot skin.

He flicked on the bedside lamp, ignoring her groan of protest at the light. He'd be damned if he was going to let her come in the dark.

Firmly but gently cupping her breast, he skimmed his prickly chin across her puckered nipple, pleased with the little twitch and gasp. He fastened his lips around her nipple and sucked her hard into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. His fingers matched his mouth's forays, pulling and rolling on her other side.

Emma moaned and arched against him, her hands finding their way to his hair.

Chris quickly pinned her arms above her head as he continued his tease on the other side. He raked his teeth across her sensitive tip making her squirm beneath him. Her ample chest heaved against his mouth with her quickening breath.

Releasing her hands, Chris pulled the bunched shirt down to her hips and tugged both it and her dark purple, boy-short, panties down her legs and off her body. With a devious grin, he tested their give and bound her wrists to he headboard with them.

"That must've been one hell of a dream," Emma said in a sleep roughened voice. She tugged at her bound wrists and gave him a sly smile, "I guess I was pretty bad."

"You have no idea," he said his voice thick with pure lust, as he draped her thighs over his shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of the tan lines at her hips, and only at her hips. There was something about them that made a woman look even more naked. "God, you look sexy right now."

Her head fell back against the pillows with a heavy moan, as he tasted her with one long, slow, wet lick... and another. Chris spread her lips with his thumbs, and circled her swollen clit with lazy strokes of his tongue. He nibbled along her plump lips, sucking at each on in turn, coming within a millimeter of her pulsing clit with each pass of his mouth.




The Lake Cabin



"I can do this all night," he said. "You taste so sweet."

"Lick on my clit," Emma pleaded, lifting her hips against his face. Her voice hitched on groan as he swept a deep lick the entire length of her soaking pussy. "You're making me so hot."

"Not yet, Love. You're going to beg me to let you come." This was his show, and they would move at his pace. He was going to make damned certain Dream Emma would never became Real Emma.

Chris pushed her knees against the mattress, spreading her pink cunt wide before him. Taking all the time in the world, he licked, tasted, sucked and nibbled on her hot, wet flesh, with never more than a single pass of his tongue on her clit. He groaned as he shoved his tongue into her tight sheath as far as he could get it and rolled and swirled inside, her salty/sweet juices bathing his tongue with every flick.

He used every tip and trick he had ever read, seen, or heard of in the art of eating pussy, to bring her within a breath of orgasm. He savored every one of her moans, gasps, sighs and whimpers. He didn't care if the whole house heard her shameless sounds of pleasure, he wanted them to.

"Oh fuck!" she breathed as her eyes rolled. "Please don't stop Baby. Feels fucking incredible." She pulled hard on her binding and writhed against his mouth.

Chris dipped his middle fingertip just inside her dripping opening, tormenting her with light thrusts. "Do you want more?" he growled, his mouth centimeters from her throbbing clit, her aroused female scent filling his nose and clawing at his brain.

"Oh god yes!" she panted.

He roughly plunged two thick fingers inside her, fastened his lips around her clit and sucked it hard into his mouth, lapping and lashing against it with his whole tongue. There was no faking how her silken muscles gripped and released his pumping fingers, and her clit spasmed against his tongue.

"Fuck yes Chris!" she cried.

He knew she was seconds from orgasm, she used his name, another one of her tells, but Dream Emma's sneer still haunted him.

"Say it! Tell me what I do to you!" he commanded and increased his assault on her pussy.

"I'm coming... Oh god Chris...." The muscles in her arms strained against the binding, her hips rocked hard against his mouth and fingers and her heavy breast bounced and rippled as her orgasm tore through her.

Hearing those words from her mouth made his eyes close and a deep groan of sheer ecstasy rumble in his throat. He very nearly came right along with her.

"Oh... my... god..." she panted, collapsing against the pillows with a huge grin and half lidded eyes. "I don't think I've ever come that hard in my-"

He cut her off with a surprisingly gentle albeit ravenous kiss. Cupping her head with one hand and massaging her soft full breast with the other, his tongue danced and played with hers. He filled her mouth with her own juices, and the familiar coppery taste of blood crept into his.

"Did you bite through your lip?" he said with a cocky chuckle.

Emma touched her tongue to the tender spot in her bottom lip. "I guess I did," she said with a satisfied smirk.

With his libido reigned in to a manageable level, Chris stripped off his boxers. "I fucking love how wet you are, but," he said with a wicked half smile. He wiped some of her juices away with his shorts and tossed them aside. "I want you to feel the friction of every single inch of me."

She moaned and jerked against him as he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth and rubbed the velvety tip of his massive, diamond hard erection over her ultra sensitive clit.

She pulled at her bound wrists. "Let me go. I want to feel every single inch of you," she tossed his words back at him.

"Maybe..." Chris continued to tease and torment, sliding only the head of his cock over her swollen clit and through her slick folds. He wanted to slide into her creamy depth more than he wanted air. But, he desperately needed to hear her tell him, of her own accord, how much she wanted him.

"I could just leave you like this," he slipped a single finger inside and offered only the lightest of strokes, "you do look damned sexy, bound for my every whim."

She rocked her hips, restively against his hand. With a tormented growl of her own, she yanked the secure binding making the muscles in her arms strain from the effort.

"Come on Chris," she pleaded. "I want to feel your strong muscles under my hands. Let me feel how hard you are for me."

Chris quickly obliged, releasing her hands and stuffing a pillow under her ass. He dropped between her splayed knees on outstretched arms as she grabbed his firm ass cheeks, pulling him deep inside her hot, wet, tight, cunt. A groan he didn't recognize as his own escaped him as he sank himself into her as deep as her body allowed, completely filling and stretching her.

"Oh wow!" she breathed. "You're so fucking hard, and bigger somehow."

Damn, the woman knew how to make him feel like a rockstar.

He bit and sucked at her throat as he pulled out of her, painfully slow, feeling every bit of her until just the flared head remained lodged in her body. He drove himself back in with excruciating leisure, centimeter by-

"Harder," she moaned, lifting her hips, forcing him deep into her. "Fuck whatever I did in that dream away, Baby. You can't hurt me."

A feral growl manifested itself from somewhere deep in his chest. He roughly grabbed her breast, pinching a rolling her nipple into a hard little pebble, and slammed himself into her over and over again, marking her as his. She gave as good as she got, lifting and shifting her hips matching and opposing his heavy, powerful thrusts with her own as her hands explored every ridge of muscle in his body.

Coming up to his knees, he brought her calves up to his shoulders and moved with deep intense, strokes until she was a moaning, panting, writhing mess. The desperate need to possess overtook his rational brain, leaving some primal beast behind.

"You're mine, Emma," he barked.

"Fuck yes!" she purred. "I'm all yours Baby."

Chris clutched the back of her hair and plunged his tongue in her mouth, licking and thrusting in time with his cock. She nipped and sucked at his mouth with her own carnal need.

The pressure of his orgasm threatened to toss him over the edge. He hastily pulled out of her and buried his tongue in her pussy. A bead of sweat dropped from his brow onto her smooth stomach as he sucked hard and lashed his tongue against her pulsing clit, in a way he knew she helpless to resist. Her orgasm tore through within seconds, flooding his mouth with her hot, salty/sweet juices.

"Holy fuck Chris!" Emma cried clutching a fist full of his hair.

"I want to watch you come while you're riding my cock," he growled, barely recognizing the savage tone in his own voice as he smoothly rolled her on top of him.

"My god, you feel good," she said around a deep groan of sheer ecstasy, as she sank herself onto him. "So big and hard as a fucking rock! I don't know what's gotten into you, but I fucking love it!"

Bracing her hands on his broad chest, she rolled her hips in a lazy pace. The smooth walls of her body gripping him so tight, it made him see stars. He grasped her hips with bruising strength, grinding her clit into his pubic bone as she moved over him. As her pace increased, her eyes closed and her head fell back sending dark waves of her thick hair cascading down her back. Her hands snaked over her bouncing breasts, squeezing and massaging, tugging and rolling her dusky pink nipples, making his mouth water for a taste.

"You look so fucking hot Em" he groaned. His mouth and hands replaced hers, mimicking her demonstration. Her nails scored his shoulders, as he drove his hips up hard enough so she would feel him against her spine. He grabbed fistfuls of her ass cheeks, stroking her hips down on him with a near frantic pace, as he held a nipple captive between his teeth.

She wrenched his head back by his hair and seized his mouth in a rough carnal kiss. "Oh fuck, Chris," she panted against his lips.

"Fucking say it Emma!" he commanded as he caught her bottom lip harshly between his teeth, and speared up into her with brutal force.

Her incredible, golden honey gaze snapped to his, raw lust seeming to make them glow. "You're making me come Chris. Your mouth, your insanely hard cock, all of you," she cried as her heavy breasts heaved with each ragged breath and liquid heat pooled around him.

He couldn't hold back one more second if he wanted to. He thrust hard up into her, burying himself to the absolute hilt, cock swelling against her tight silky walls, and came with a long harsh groan.

They both collapsed onto the bed, panting, sweating and laughing with the light of dawn peeking through the curtains. Chris tucked his hand behind his head, and skimmed his fingers up and down Emma's back as she snuggled closer to his side, draping her thigh and arm over him.

"What the hell was that?" she said with a huge satisfied grin. "Aside from mind numbing, fucking fantastic?"

He gave a little chuckle. "I told you I had a bad dream," he said and kissed the top of her head. "A really vivid, really fucking bad dream."

"Want to tell me what it was about?" she said lifting her eyes and peering up at him through thick dark lashes.

"No... I want to make you come again," he stated matter-of-factly. "In the piping hot shower with ice cubes."

She rubbed a palm across his prickly cheek, "I love you. I meant what I said you know. I'm yours and only yours. Nobody has ever made me feel as good as you do." She kissed him, pouring every ounce of passion and love she had for him in that kiss, he returned with just as much heat.

"I'll go get the ice, you start the shower," he murmured against her kiss bruised lips.

She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"You think I'm kidding?" he said as he moved towards the edge of the bed.

Emma shook her head with a half grin tugging at her full lips, "Damn, must've a doozy of a nightmare." She lustily watched how the muscles of his strong arms and broad shoulders moved and rippled under his skin as he pulled on his swim shorts.

"You were fucking my brother," he said over his shoulder as he stepped out the door.

"Oh shit," she said to the empty room, eyes wide with excitement and just a touch of fear.

Chris made it very clear he wasn't kidding about getting her off with the ice. By the time the red plastic cup filled to the brim with ice melted, and the near scalding hot shower ran cold, Emma could barely breath while Chris was hard as a spike again. She vaguely remembered hearing him say he wanted to fuck her until they both passed out, which was exactly what he did.

Once they both were too exhausted to move one more inch, Emma couldn't count how many times he brought her to screaming orgasm. She felt like a noodle that had been cooked to pure mush.

They emerged from their room some time in the late afternoon, looking like they had been run over by a freight train but happy as clams. Jillian informed her sister, the entire house could hear their insanely vigorous romp in the sheets, and couldn't decide if they should call the cops for spouse abuse or start taking bets.

Chris and Emma spent what was left of the weekend, enjoying the incredible food Scott prepared, the love/hate energy siblings always have, and the pleasant company of what looked to be the beginnings of another long and happy relationship between Scott and Brooke... and of course seizing any opportunity they could get their hands on, to fuck each other senseless.