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Remember When

By: trillian



It really does seem like yesterday that we met. I don't think that either of us knew just what was in store for us that day. I sit here remembering that day. We had been introduced online six weeks before. Oh how we would talk. Well, ok, after I decided to stop running away and realized that a friend would be nice to have. After all, everyone needs a friend. Oh the hours of conversations we would have. It was so nice to be able to talk to someone, to share my thoughts, my desires, and yes my fantasies with. Even better that you were able to as well. We really got to know each other during those long night conversations. I wouldn't trade that for anything.

The day came when we had decided to meet. The night before I was a nervous wreck. I also missed you like crazy. I had actually gotten used to the idea of you being online every night. That night was different, you were moving. Moving closer to me. Yes, I realize that you had plans to move before we met, but it was still nice to think that you were moving to be near me. I went to bed early that night; I wanted to be well rested for the next day. I knew that was going to be special. At that time I didn't know what would happen. I even thought you would take one look at me and run away. Oh I knew you had seen pictures of me...in fact, you had seen ALL of me. It still scared me that you might not like my looks, even though you kept telling me otherwise. A picture is nothing like the real thing. I knew one thing and one thing only -- at that moment in time, we were meant to be together. I just didn't know how long it would last. I still don't.

I don't remember how well I slept, but I know I woke up a lot earlier than I had wanted to. I went to my computer and you had left me an IM while I was sleeping. I smiled so big my face hurt. You told me that you had just gotten in and how you were looking forward to seeing me. What a way to wake up in the morning! I ran a couple of errands just to take my mind off of things. Then I spent the rest of the morning getting dressed...and undress...and dressed again. I couldn't find the right outfit to wear. I really felt like I was back in high school. I had to look perfect (yet I really wanted to be comfortable as well).

Early afternoon and I heard you knock and walk in. I swear my heart skipped a beat as soon as I heard your voice. I ran to greet you and I had to remind myself to breathe. You wrapped your arms around me and I simply melted. I had never felt so safe and secure as I did at that moment. I know I haven't told you that before, but I'm sure you felt it.

We sat and just looked at each other. Words were so hard to come by. It was really weird because we had talked for countless hours without a loss for words. Now that we were face-to-face, we found it hard to talk. I started to rub the back of my neck and you told me to turn around. The next thing I knew, your hands were rubbing my neck and back. I just leaned into you, wanting to be as close to you as I could. Oh and then when you kissed my neck, I thought my entire body was going to explode. You pulled me back so I was practically laying in your lap and you kissed me. WOW!!!!! That was some kiss. I know I exploded then. I turned around to face you...to hold you. I wanted to look at you. We continued to kiss. It was a kiss that was unlike any other that I have ever experienced. No other kiss had ever meant so much as that one.

You had told me that there was nothing that two people could share that was as intimate as a kiss. Oh I believed that, but now I had experienced it. Very wise words as those and I won't soon forget it.

Your hands engulfed me, holding me so tight against you. The passion that was building was immeasurable. My breasts up against your chest. I could feel your heart beating, well more like pounding. Your hands moving to my breasts as our kiss deepens. The fire inside me was blazing. I had never felt like this before. 

You stand up and take my hand to lead me to my bedroom. My heart feels like it is going to beat out of my chest. You pull off my shirt and your hands cup my breasts. Your eyes are on fire. You kiss me as I fumble trying to undo my jeans. I think that I should've opted for the skirt instead. You lay me down and kiss me hard. It seems like forever passes. I could kiss you forever. You break the kiss and you bend down to my breasts, kissing them through my bra. I quickly remove it and your lips lightly brush my nipples. WOW!!! I'm really on fire for you. I don't remember that last time I have felt like this. 

My nipples are so sensitive, and always have been. You kiss you way down to my navel, kissing around the ring. I hold my breath; I don't know why, I just do. I scream as your mouth covers my pussy. You look up to me and your eyes are smiling. You continue to suck my clit as your tongue dives into me. My orgasm builds. You continue. Another orgasm. You continue to bring me to orgasm after orgasm. I want you so badly. I want to feel your cock in me, but you say no, not yet anyway. You smile at me, that smile that could melt the snowcaps. You slide up next to me and kiss me. I taste myself on your lips. 

We lay together for a little while. You feel so good next to me. I don't remember which one of us mentions dinner, but I do know I was hungry…and hungry for more than just food. You helped me get dressed and we walk out into the hallway. You push me against the wall and kiss me harder than I have ever been kissed before. I wrap a leg around you pulling you close to me as we kiss. You break the kiss and taking my hand we leave. 

You live just in the next town so we decide to go there. We grab a bite to eat and you run into an old friend at the restaurant. She smiles at me as you introduce us. She seems really nice. We talk and talk. It's like we have known each other for years instead of just a few hours. I love being out with you. We have a pleasant dinner and then head back to your place. Your roommate is gone for the night and we watch a movie. It's really late so I stay the night. 

I know I didn't sleep the best that night and for that I'm sorry. The one thing that I remember most is falling asleep with your arms around me and how wonderful that felt. I wake up early and just watch you sleep. You look so peaceful sleeping next to me. I can't help but think that I can't wait to wake up next to you again. 

We spend the day together, getting to know each other. Sitting on the sofa, my head in your lap. Oh how comfortable that was. I don't remember anything else, but I know I fell asleep. I woke up with a pillow under my head and you unpacking. I watched you. You kissed me softly and told me to rest. You showed me a few of the things that you have written in the past and I get a glimpse of just what a complicated man you really are. I can't wait to get to know you better. 

Your roommate comes home and he invites me to stay for a late dinner. I'm enjoying myself so much that I don't want the day to end so I agree. A nice dinner and a couple of movies. What I remember most about that second night is that it was our second night. Another night to sleep in your arms. This time, I know I slept well. You held me all night. I felt so at peace and wonderful. I knew that there would be many more days and nights together. 

I love waking up next to you. I love feeling you next to me. You kiss me. Oh how your kisses affect me. You are an amazing man. I want you so badly and tell you so. I remember your words so clearly. "The first time we make love, I want it to be special." That simple statement told me a lot about you. 

I still can't believe we've been together for seven months. It really does seem like yesterday that we met. You never cease to amaze me. I remember the first time we did make love, but that will wait until another time. I will say this much though...it was a very special moment. 

I love you so much.

Remember When



My Dear, 

It has been far too long since we last were together, and I long for the feel of your soft skin against mine. I long to once again run my hands over your body. I dream of seeing your naked body and breasts. I close my eyes and imagine sliding my hands down to the womanly swell of your hips and then further until I am holding your sweet ass in my hands. 

The feel of your lips on mine is still a bright memory as I dream of our times together. I dream of how we satisfied our lust and hunger for each other. Even though our youth may have slipped away, the memory of my head between your legs enjoying the juices of our young love still excites me to that inevitable high. But that high is followed by the realization that you are not with me now. 

Tonight as I lay in bed and before sleep overtakes me, I will be thinking of you atop me. As I imagine you moving to bring your pussy to my lips, my dick will become hard. The thought of your pussy pressing down on my mouth as I lick and suck your wetness is all I need. You will be in complete control. You will rub your pussy all over my face, and I will lick and suck and try to devour you. I will push my tongue up inside you as far as it will go and take your juices as you release them to me. Then as you move, I will lick and suck on your clit as long as you can stand the intense sensations of my tongue probing and my lips sucking to pull your clit out of its hiding place. Even your ass hole will get the attention you desire as your movement brings it to my mouth to probe with my tongue. 



Having momentarily satisfied your needs with your first climax, you will move down and press a breast to my now very wet face and rub your juices over it. Having rubbed both breasts over my face, you will have me then lick the sweet juices off. When a nipple is on my lips, you will instruct me to take it in my mouth and suck it hard. Words cannot describe the feeling of your hard nipple in my mouth as pleasure envelopes both of us. 

If sleep does not over take me, I am sure I will again wish you were over my mouth delivering your pleasure juices to my eager mouth. 

It seems only fair you are in control since last time we were together I was in control and had my way with you. If you remember, we had just come back from wining and dinning and were both pretty mellow but very horny. It must have been your moment of weakness. I took control and may have been a bit over excited as I hurriedly stripped you of your clothing. I have no regrets, though. Seeing you lying on the bed naked just before I buried my head between your legs is burned in my mind. There you were with a smile on your face with your arms up reaching for me. Though only for an impatient moment, I looked at your soft smooth skin with your breasts lying slightly to each side. Then my gaze moved down to your flat stomach and yet further to your sparse, light colored pubic hair. That hair only partially concealed your pouting and very wet pussy. My mind was racing with thoughts of all the ways I wanted to pleasure you. I wanted to hear you moan and even scream from an untamed climax. 

The passion of the kisses that started it all was only the beginning of the highs and lows of the evening. The soft feel of your breasts in my hands as I squeezed them was delightful. Pulling your nipples between my fingers and thumbs causeding you to moan with pleasure and encouraged too me to squeeze harder. Seeing you squirming on the bed and hearing your breathing become harder and deeper, I had the overwhelming desire to take to you to that ultimate high. That is when I put my head between your legs and ravaged your very wet pussy until you achieved your destination. Feeling and tasting your climax only encouraged me to explore your depths even farther. Probing your clit with my tongue had me wondering if I could make you explode with passion again. It was unbelievable how excited you became and how long you let me caress your clit with my tongue and lips. Finally you grabbed my head and released your pleasure with a loud and long moan. It was my delight to continue lick and taste your pleasure as it flowed from your depths until at last you were motionless from complete satisfaction. 

By then my desire for satisfaction was overwhelming, and since you were under my control, I decided to carry out my long time fantasy. As I climbed over your head I saw you smiling up at me, and I knew you wanted me to have what ever I wanted. I will always remember your eagerness to comply with my directions. I had all I could do to keep from exploding as my dick first pressed against your lips. As you started to spread your lips to except my hard dick, I used my hand to move the head of my dick around your lips spreading the precum all ready present. If I weren't so excite at the time, I would have spent more time watching you lick the precum from the tip of my cock, but I wanted to be in your mouth. It was such a wonderful sight to look down and see my dick disappear and then appear over and over again as you sucked me. I knew I wanted to drive my dick all of the way in your mouth, but I was careful not to gag you. It took a long time to get it deep, but it was a sight to behold as my dick was finally all the way in with my balls on your chin. I was getting close to exploding when I pulled my dick half way out and had you hold your mouth wide open. As I finished myself off with my hand, I wanted to see my cum shoot into your mouth, and I did. The first two shots went deep and disappeared in your mouth, but I could see the rest on your tongue and lips and even a little on your nose. You even let me run the head of my dick in the cum before you licked me clean. 

I hope you enjoyed my little remembrance, my sweet. I can only hope your memories of our times together are as memorable as mine.

Your lover always .....



Remember When?



The rat-tat-tat-tat pattern of the knocker striking my front door blasts into my memory banks, carrying me back eight, nine…or is it ten years? My heart thumps in my chest as I make my way down the hallway from my office. Long forgotten, no deliberately shut away recollections of old events flood through me. Surely this cannot be true? Not after all this time!

But it is true, or to be accurate, half true. Crikey! The last time I saw her she was twelve; one part of the duo that took over my life every weekend I was home, filling it with fun, laughter, wonder and sometimes argument and hurt, and not a little fear at being found out. Not that anything really 'wrong' ever happened. But accusations fly readily under such circumstances whether they are justified or not.

There were glimpses of her in the early years after our parting. The distant waves that gradually ceased from the school bus, studious disregard when passing by in the back of her parents' car and once a bouncing-breasted teenage figure running to her driveway seemingly as if to avoid me as I approached on foot. It seems almost impossible that we never met face to face in all that time. Not even at the small shopping parade at the end of the road, anywhere. After all, their house is only just around the corner and 200 metres away! Of course she would have left high school and gone to college at some stage, that would explain not seeing her in recent years.

Hmmmmm, she has changed. Of course she has you fool! She is a full-grown woman now! But she is still a petite 5ft and something miracle with the same luxurious red curls and that dusting of freckles over her nose, and those candid blue eyes.

"Gidday, Tina!" I am trying to sound laid back and not surprised to see her, and failing spectacularly at both. "Haven't seen you in ages. Come on in."

"Hello, Nathan." She walks past smiling warmly and heads straight for the lounge; Tina doesn't have to be shown the way. I catch a waft of light perfume and a flash of body warmth. The rear end view is mighty attractive. Yes, she certainly has grown up!

Tina selects 'her' seat - the ladder back rocker closest to the window. Ali, Alison that is, always sat in the similar one closest to me. We exchange small talk; tentative social explorations by two people who were once 'friends', but since separated by time. My mind races in the background. Ali and Tina! And why has Tina suddenly appeared now?

Back then, when they first came, I was a fifty-year-old consulting civil engineer. After an unhappy divorce I moved to this house. I needed a new town and a new beginning after a traumatic period in my life. Thanks to my work, I spent a lot of time away from home building roads and bridges and sewerage plants in the Pacific Islands and Indonesia as part of New Zealand's development aid programme. My long and frequent absences contributed to my much younger wife falling into another relationship I suppose. As part of the divorce settlement, more of a rape in reality, my ex-wife got custody of our two young sons and promptly shot through with them to England to start a new life with her new partner. And I got Cassius; he of the lean and hungry look, the mostly Burmese cat that ruled the house with a will of iron. Ali's parents, Chris and Maureen, looked after Cassius and collected my mail and paid my regular bills for me out of money I left with them while I was away.

Nowadays I am pretty much home-based and teach part-time at the local Institute of Technology. I don't need a lot of money. And, at sixty-two and after several bouts of malaria and dengue fever and other debilitating tropical illnesses, I can't handle the really tough places any more; although, from time-to-time I do manage to score a 'soft assignment' up in the Cook Islands or Tonga. 

Ali and Tina were nine the first time they paid one of their 'visits'. I had just come back from a road building stint in the Solomon Islands, a place right near the top of my personal Arseholes of the World list, utterly exhausted and in a real 'Is this all fucking worth it?' frame of mind. I answered the knocking on my door, the pattern that is now so deeply burned in my psyche, to find two young girls on my doorstep dressed in bright coloured sweat tops, jeans and sneakers. Ali I knew of course, tall for her age with large brown 'fall in and drown eyes'. But, Tina was new to me. Her flame-red hair truly was such a startling colour that I could not help but stare and want to touch it.

"Hi, Nathan," Ali chirped brightly, pushing past me, "We've come to feed Cassius. Oh, This is my friend Tina."

"Now hang on a minute!" I start to protest, alarm bells clanging in my brain for the first of many, many times at the danger in being found alone in the house with two female juveniles. Nobody, even in that day and age, would believe that the juxtaposition of a man my of my years and two such young ones was entirely innocent, and I would get clobbered.

"No, wait Ali…you shouldn't come in…anyway, it's not his feeding time yet…!"

"That's ok. Cassius won't mind it being early."

Before I know it the girls have disappeared into the kitchen. Ali knows exactly where Cassius' food is kept because she has been over to feed him many times with one or both of her parents. My resolve to get them out of the house dissipates like a puff of smoke. Good judgement flies out of the window. "Ok then," I call after them, "But you must leave as soon as you've fed him. I'll be in my office. Just call out when you're going."

All I get in response is a muffled, "Ok."

I return to the report I am writing on my Solomon's project. All is quiet at the other end of the house. I assume that the Ali and Tina are watching Cassius eat. Fascination with watching cats feed seems to be a young girl thing; I see it wherever I go. I become so immersed in my work that I do not notice the time passing, but suddenly, when I reach a natural break point I realise that I have not heard the girls leave. I am just about to go and look to see what is going on when I hear quiet giggling and whispering outside my partially open office door. A few seconds later Ali carefully steps in, biting her tongue in concentration and carrying an overfilled cup of tea, with brownish liquid slopped over into the saucer. Tina is right behind her, grinning. The two little minxes have poked around and found my store of chocolate biscuits!

The tea is awful! It is miles too weak, swimming in milk and with enough sugar to make one's teeth ache. For a guy who has learned to drink tea black with no sugar because the alternative could easily lead to a bout of dysentery, this concoction is sheer torture. But, not wishing to put them down, I swallow it like a man and accept graciously when I am offered one of my own cookies. The girls take two each!

Then, before I know it I have Ali sat astride my right knee demanding to be shown how the computer works. Meanwhile, Tina's warm form is pressed against my left shoulder and her arm is draped around my neck while she looks on. Remember we are in the early 90's here. Computers in the home are as rare as hen's teeth. DOS is king. There's no Internet or e-mail. We have WP51, Lotus 1-2-3 and DB2 or was it still the original DB program? Jesus, how the world has changed in the relative blink of an eye!

And I was lost! Utterly, hopelessly, stupidly, crazily, head over heels in love! Ali and Tina may have been nine years younger, but they were nevertheless fully equipped with the basic female instinct. They knew they had now gained an abject slave who would pander to their every wish and be totally at their beck and call. And in return I got innocent affection; sudden, delicious little hugs; hearts and bunny rabbits decorated notes in round, childish hand welcoming me back from my travels; and soft little-girl kisses on my cheek when they had to go home after spending most of a day with me. 

So, for a period of just under three years on every Sunday I was at home in New Zealand, my two little visitors would appear. Sometimes they arrived a couple of hours later than usual, which made me worry and fret that I was 'past my use by date'! But then, sometimes they would come on a Saturday as well. Ali always came. On the odd occasion Tina was absent Ali would bring another of her friends, but never the same one twice. As far as Ali was concerned I belonged to her and Tina. 

There were games of hide-and-seek, and practical jokes and little demonstrations of what they had learned at their dance and gymnastics classes. There were discussions about my travels, school happenings, pop music and their horrible brothers. And there were unavoidable, searching questions about sex and boys that I answered as frankly as I could; they were too bright to lie to. They cooked me weirdly imaginative little meals and even asked to be shown how to iron my shirts. And three times, all on a Saturday, they told Ali's mother they were visiting me and I was allowed to entertain them in the early evening for dinner. I will never forget their bright eyes shining in the candlelight and the toasts with 'glasses or wine', which were in reality cherry flavoured fizz. On one of those occasions Ali 'phoned her mother, without me knowing, to ask her if she and Tina could stay at my place for the night. Naturally, Maureen said, 'No.'

I confess to not feeling very honest about the trips to the mall they persuaded me into, with them crouched hidden in the back seat of my car when we left my house and returned. It was also a worrying time for me whilst we were at the mall, because Ali and Tina were not slow in wandering off to do their own thing. All hell would have broken loose if something had happened to one or both of them!

And, enthralled, I watched them grow, from truly little girls to the very brink of womanhood.

By and large the Ali-Nathan-Tina triumvirate was one of innocence and trust. There were times when they sailed very close to the wind with their self-initiated physical contact with me and things could have turned out otherwise, but nothing serious ever transpired. One precociously breasted, slightly older 'Tina replacement' called Sarah determinedly tried to make it otherwise by 'losing' her bracelet and then coming back later on her own to ask me to help her find it. I got rid of her straight away, telling her that I would pass her jewellery on to Ali to give to her if I came across it. Thankfully I did, because I found the damned thing tucked under my duvet when I got into bed that night!

Then, Ali and Tina had a falling out. At about the same time, Chris was offered a much better paid job down in Christchurch, in the South Island, and within six weeks Ali and her family were packed up and gone. I was not here to see them leave. While all this was happening I was managing the installation of a sewerage treatment plant in a small city in Sumatra for the NZ Government. So, when I got back three months later my perfect little world was no more. Even Cassius was gone. Chris and Maureen e-mailed and asked me if they could take him with them. And, because he was now more their cat than he was mine I agreed.

And now, after a colourless, barren ten years, Tina suddenly pops out of the woodwork!

"So, what have you been up to in the last squizillion years?" I ask her.

"Oh, this and that. Uni, of course…I went to Dunedin with the idea of getting a medical degree and going into general practice, but the course was too tough for me in the end. So, I ended up at nursing school and am now based at Greenlane Hospital. I'm back home to visit mum and dad at the moment."

"Have you ever heard from Ali since…" I ask her.

"Oh yes, we've kept in touch nearly all the time. I stayed with her for a few days a couple of weeks ago in fact and she was asking about you."

"How is she?"

"You know Ali, always in a hurry. She's on her fourth baby now, copped the first one when she was fifteen. She's in Motoeka, living with a Maori guy."

"Happy?"

"Most of the time…funny, his name is Nathan as well. Yeah, she's happy, except when he comes home from the pub a bit pissed and knocks her around…it doesn't happen all that often though."

"Three kids and one on the way, eh?"

"Yeah, all different fathers too. Ali is still a bit of a wild one. But you don't need telling that! She showed all the signs back when we came to see you."

"I don't remember. What on earth do you mean?"

"Oh, come on Nathan! She was in one hell of a rush to grow up! Remember when we asked you all those questions about sex and things…who was the one asking nine out of ten? And really explicit stuff too!"

"Hmmmmmm, you could be right…"

"Could be right! Bloody hell! I didn't where to look when she asked you some of that stuff! And, remember when she asked her mother if we could stay the night with you that time?"

"Maureen told me afterwards…"

"Well, Ali had it all worked out. She was going to get into bed with you in the middle of the night completely starkers and get you to have sex with her."

"Shit! She was only eleven!"

"Just turned twelve-and-a-half…"

"Phew!"

"Nathan, would you have done anything…you know?"

Ouch! What a question to ask me! My mind is going at a zillion revs! 

"I suppose it would have been hard not to, well touch…explore a little bit. She was…well you were both starting to 'develop' then. But, would I have had intercourse with her? No, I don't think so."

"Knowing Ali, you have had a hard time saying 'No'. She was a determined little cow…was really shitty with her mother for nearly three weeks afterwards when she wouldn't let us stay."

"Well, you weren't exactly slow yourself! Wasn't it you who initiated that 'let's get Nathan's trousers off' episode?"

Tina has the good grace to blush. The little witches tricked me into lying flat on the floor so that they could 'show me' an exercise from their gymnastics class. Ali doing a full press with her bare belly across my face to hold me down was one thing. Her tee-shirt had ridden up and the track pants she was wearing that day had dragged down, making it doubly difficult to place my hands in a 'safe' place to help get her off me. But, Tina undoing my pants and pulling my zipper down was something else again. Luckily I managed to get free from Ali without being too violent and stopped things from going too far. And afterwards I gave them a long stern lecture on how dangerous it was for them to do things like that to grown men, which resulted on an angry flouncing out and vows never to come back ever again. I think it took them about thirty minutes to change their minds.

I press home my 'attack', "And what were you going to do while Ali was busy seducing me? Stay in the spare room and twiddle your thumbs?"

Blushing redheads are a sight to behold! And Tina's face couldn't get any pinker!

"Well…um…Ali pretty much had me convinced to come in with her..."

"Jesus H…!"

Tina starts laughing, "Nathan! I can see your mind working! Two naked, nubile little bits of nooky at once! Could you have handled it?"

I shift in my seat that she can't see what else is working! "Handled it? Christ, I would have had a bloody heart attack! I'm almost having one now, just at the thought!"

We burst out laughing again together.

"Actually, it was the wicked Ali that brought all of this up again. Apparently her man is simply awesome in bed and, while I was staying with them, she tried to persuade me into a threesome. I'm sure it was her idea; her Nathan was having a birthday that week and she wanted to give him something really special. I wouldn't have a bar of it, but it got us talking about the way we used to torment you."

"Ummmm, it surely was torment sometimes…and, young Tina, you were very good at it. Remember when you came and sat astride my leg that day?"

Tina wriggles her bottom uncomfortably and sets the rocker moving rapidly. Her face is now almost beetroot red! "No, I don't remember anything like that…"

"Surely you remember when Ali went to the loo, and you didn't do the girl thing and go with her? You came and sat on my leg and pulled the zipper on your jeans down a little way while we were talking. You had bright blue panties on."

"Ooooooh, Nathan, you rotten beast! You aren't supposed to remember that! And you put out your hand and took hold of the little tag…"

"And you thought I was going to pull it right down and look inside your knickers…I was very tempted."

For some reason, Tina looks very pleased to hear me say that. "But instead, you pulled it up again…And then Ali walked in and thought she'd caught you with your hand between my legs…"

"And then you two went down to the lounge and had one hell of a row…"

"Ali never really forgave me for that. She thought I was trying to take you away from her…she really fancied you, you know."

"I guessed as much, but I could never really come to terms with it. Hell, I was fifty-one or fifty-two by then!"

"It didn't seem all that strange to us. Yes, you were old…much older than our parents were…but in lots of ways you seemed closer to us in age than they did. And you were…are a good-looking guy. You had…have an intense way of focussing on someone when they are talking with you. I always felt as though you were trying to see into my mind through my eyes and find out my true thoughts…you're doing it now! It made me very aware of myself and all hot and fluttery inside. I'm sure Ali felt the same. And you never talked down to us or treated us like little kids either…"

"But I don't make you feel 'all hot and fluttery' any more…"

Tina laughs, "Now, that would be telling!"

"Bugger! I can't read your mind!"

"Ha! Ha! Good…!

"And then there was all that stuff going on at school…the boys in our age group proving their 'manhood' to their mates by grabbing at our boobs or our bums when we walked past at break times…they had no idea of how much they hurt our breasts! And there were the sixth and seventh form guys divvying the junior girls' cherries out amongst themselves as if we were some kind of meat market. Ali and I didn't want any part of that, so we decided that nice, kind, sexy Nathan would take our virginity and show us all about sex properly. "

"I find this all rather flattering…sexy Nathan even, already! But, even if you'd have come right out in the open with all this…"

"But, Nathan, you did find us very 'interesting' didn't you? We knew you liked to look at pictures of young girls with no clothes on."

A guilty feeling creeps into my gut, "How did you work that out?"

"We found your books…"

"Found my books? But they were locked…"

"Locked away in that box in the garage…you weren't very clever at hiding the key you know. Ali found it on its hook in the linen cupboard when we were playing hide-and-seek one day. And then, when you were off on one of your trips, she took the key that you left with her parents and we came in and had a look. Actually, we came in for lots of looks, because there was lots to read."

Damn! I had no idea that they'd broken into my little collection of erotica. I had deliberately kept it locked out of the way to keep it away from them. The 'young girls with no clothes on' book was David Hamilton's 'Dreams of a Young Girl'…something of a collectors item now.

"Nathan! You look stunned!"

"I feel a bit betrayed actually. That stuff was my private…"

"And we felt betrayed at first when we found out you were a Dirty Old Man!"

"Not a Dirty Old Man! It is all 'good stuff'…recognised works of erotic art and literature…none of it is porn! I kept it locked away because I didn't want you two to think I was trying to give you ideas by leaving it lying around"

"I know that now, but it seemed pretty hot to us at the time…sorry, we shouldn't have looked at it."

"Apology accepted…"

"Do you still have the pictures you took of us?"




Remember When?



"Oh, they're somewhere around." I haven't looked at those photographs for years, but I know exactly where they are.

"Can you find them? I'd like to see again."

I stump off and take a lot longer than I need in order to give Tina the impression that I have to search the darned things out. When I return, Tina comes and sits close beside me on the sofa so that we can look through the folio together. Her thigh presses warmly against my leg and I catch another waft of her perfume.

The photographs are all head and shoulders shots of two beautiful young girls in the prime of innocence. Sometimes I pictured them together, others were solo. Even though I say it myself, they are pretty damned good.

Tina turns the pages over slowly, "Hmmmmm, you wouldn't recognise Ali now. She's a 'big girl'!"

"How do you mean 'big'?"

Tina spread her arms to give an indication of Ali's size, "And she's kind of 'motherly looking' if you like, with chubby, rosy cheeks…hardly surprising really…"

The way Tina is holding herself invites me to look at her breasts. Because she is so small and slim they look a lot larger than they would on a woman of 'normal' height. Not quite Dolly Parton, but…

"But you haven't changed much…"

"Yeah, still got these damned freckles…"

"I think your 'damned freckles' are cute…"

"Flatterer! Tell me, why did you only take pictures of us from here up?" Tina indicates with her arm across her upper chest. Inevitably my eyes are drawn back to her breasts. They are rather gorgeous!

"I didn't want to include any of the other bits in case someone found them and got the wrong idea."

"Surely not?"

"Bet your sweet ass…"

"Hmmmph! We would have posed for you, you know…like the girls in that book…if you had asked."

Her eyes are like lasers; just like they were that time she tempted me whilst sitting on my leg.

"I had no idea… Wow! Maybe if we'd had been digital cameras then, like there are now, I might have…I don't know. As it was, with ordinary film I'd never have been able to get the photos printed. I'd have been hauled off to jail for taking lewd pictures of minors! And I don't have the spare room here, or the money, to set up my own lab to develop and print them."

"Hmmmm, pity…" Tina sounds almost wistful.

I gently bump my shoulder against hers, "Tell me, would you two have let me do those two girls together 'lesbian' shots like those in that David Hamilton book?"

"We did sleep together in your bed once…"

"You did what!"

"I didn't want to tell you, but Ali said it was time you found out about some of the things we got up to. "

"Tell me more!"

"You were away and we had been here reading your books…some of those stories by Anais Nin were very nice…we used to read them sitting on your bed if you really want to know…sometimes just in our trainer bras and panties. Ali used to speculate on what you would do if you walked in and found us like that. Anyway, we were feeling like being very naughty, if you get my drift, and we cooked up a story for our parents. We told Ali's parents that she was staying the night with me, and we told my parents that I was staying with her. But we actually stayed here and slept in your bed."

"How did you get in? Surely Ali's folks would have noticed that my key was missing?"

"We'd had a copy cut down at the mall."

"You crafty little so-and-so's! So, you two got it on in my bed while I was away?"

"Yeah, well not quite. We started off in our nighties and undressed each other under the duvet. Wow! That was scary! I was shaking like a leaf!"

"What about Ali?"

"Oh, she was leading the way, as usual. You'd have thought she was as cool as…until you heard how hard she was breathing!"

"Go on…"

"And then we pressed up against each other and kissed and stuff. That was really dreamy. Ali felt so nice. But we didn't know how to go about it properly, not even after reading your books. You know, no matter the hints we kept dropping and ways we tried to trap you, you still wouldn't teach us…where and how to touch and things! So in the end Ali and I just went to sleep in each other's arms."

"I am sure you would have made a lovely picture! Was that the only time?"

"We weren't lezzies you know! Just two little girls experimenting…"

Tina gets up and goes back to her rocking chair. I wonder if I have offended her. I decide to change the subject. "Tell me Tina…this is one thing I've never been able to work out…why did you guys get me to tie you up in those chairs so often?"

Tina laughs. She is ok with me after all. "That was all part of the master plan. Ali figured that if you got us 'helpless' you'd be a bit more brave about putting your hands on us. You used to pretend you were going to, but you never did."

I 'wash my hands' in a Shylock imitation, "Heh! Heh! Heh! What shall I do with my little prisoners today? How can I really make them squirm?"

"That's exactly it!"

"And you two used to giggle and scream…"

"And nothing ever happened…not even…remember when we wore those short skirts?"

Remember that? I will never forget it! That day there was no way I could resist peeking up their legs to their panties while I was fastening their feet! That was also the day they made me blindfold them as well.

"I thought this was all a game; getting me to tie you up so as you could see how quickly you could escape…you never let me tie you properly."

"Never…?"

"Oh, come on Tina! You especially were an artist! 'Ow! Ow! Ow! Nathan, that's too tight! Oooo! Ouch! Ow! You're hurting me!' Talk about whinge and moan! So good old softie would make the strings looser on your wrists and you would wriggle your way out quickly. And then you got me to tie you up again!"

"I've got a low pain threshold! Remember when we got you to put the blindfolds on us? You went very quiet that day. What colour were we wearing?"

"Red, both of you."

"Aaaah, So Ali was right. Look but not touch."

"You have no idea how hard it was not to…! Actually, I figured out a way I could tie you up so that you couldn't escape, but I never got to try it out."

"What was that?"

"I found a bunch of my old neckties that I thought I'd thrown out after my divorce…ties the ex had bought me. They were nice and soft, so you couldn't complain about me hurting you."

"Have you still got them?"

"Yes, I have as a matter of fact…"

"Well…"

"You're joking!"

"Sounds like a challenge to me…"

I get the neckties straight away. They are in the same place as I kept the photographs. Tina lets me lash her to the rocker. I was right; the neckties are soft enough that she doesn't complain. And while I am tying her down she keeps glancing at the box I brought the ties into the room in, most intrigued at the items I haven't told her about yet, but I think she guesses what they are. Finally, I have her pinioned to my satisfaction.

"What's that, Nathan?" She asks, inclining her head towards the box.

"Something else I had planned to surprise you two with." I show her one of the black silk hoods I had made while I was overseas. "I figured that blindfolds might hurt you so I made these. Want to try one on?"

Tina looks a bit scared, but she still nods her head.

"It doesn't fasten at the bottom, so you'll be able to breathe ok."

She lets me put the hood on her. I walk around her chair looking at her from all angles. Her chest is heaving with her ragged breathing and her nipples are hard beneath the thick cotton of her tank top. I leave her for a few moments. When I return, she hears the metallic clicks as I set up the camera.

"What are you doing?" she asks tremulously. The hood muffles her voice.

"I'll show you the results later," I tell her, "I have a digital camera now."

"Aaaah…" Then, Tina asks, "Nathan, am I in my chair?"

"You always used to sit in the one nearest the window."

"No, I meant my chair; I scratched my name underneath the seat one day. Ali did the same with hers."

"I never knew that! I'll look." I get down on my knees beside her rocker and go to see underneath.

"No, it'll be on my right hand side, right underneath on the inside of the top rail."

I move around to the other side. If I am going to look where Tina says her name is, I shall have to hold onto the edge of the seat. As I twist and bend to search for her mark, the back of my hand comes to rest on the side of her thigh. I make no attempt to move my hand away.

"It says 'Tina 1992' here." 

"Oh good! I wouldn't have liked it if I was sitting in Ali's chair."

I kneel upright beside Tina and look her up and down. Her breasts are beautifully shaped, and it looks as though she's not wearing a bra. But, my eyes are irresistibly drawn down to the deep valley of her parted thighs. I cannot help but wonder what she looks like down there. She gave me the opportunity to find out nine or ten years ago but I didn't take her up on it. And today she has let me…no she challenged me to tie her to the chair. Surely she will not object?

My trembling fingers take hold of the glass button at the waistband of her jeans and undo it. Jeans, nowadays, are made of much finer cloth than they used to be. These seem to cling to Tina's body.

'Nathan!" Her voice is a high-pitched squeak, just like a young girl's. I wait for the words, 'No!' or 'Stop!' and the accompanying tone that will tell me that she means it, but they do not come.

Slowly, slowly, making every tooth click, I pull her zipper down. Tina's belly heaves spasmodically as millimetre by millimetre I reveal her smooth, pale flesh. Her panties are a bright blue colour. Surely they cannot be the same pair? No! She could never fit into those tiny things now! I part the material of her jeans wide so that I can see the full bikini triangle and the soft skin at the top of her thighs. Her briefs have worked their way down slightly and a few fiery red-gold strands of her pubic hair have escaped. I must see their sisters! 

I hook two fingers under the taut waistband and pull Tina's panties down at the front. She gasps, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" and her belly jerks wildly. She has not said anything to discourage me still. Her pubic thatch is several shades lighter than the hair on her head, but it is a startling colour just the same. The hairs have been flattened under the constraint of her panties and jeans. I fluff them up gently with the fingers my free hand, making Tina gasp again. I lean down and take in the scent of her sharp, feminine musk. She senses my closeness to her; perhaps she can feel my warm breath on her belly? She moans, "Nathan!" again.

Thinking that I have gone too far, I kneel back upright. But no, I am wrong. Tina is raising her bottom off the seat. She wants me to pull her jeans and panties right off! My heart is thumping so hard in my chest and my hands are shaking so badly I am not sure if I can complete the task! But I do. She is magnificent! A beautiful female miracle! I find the camera and capture her in close-up. Then I bend and kiss her pubic bush and tell her how wonderful she is.

"N-Nathan!" she begs, "T-t-t-touch me!"

I tease her at first, stroking her silky inner thighs almost all the way up to her fiery crown and then retreating again. She pleads with me again and again to touch her and, finally, I relent.

The instant I caress the soft, puffy flesh of her outer labia, Tina lets out a deep, husky groan and murmurs my name. I part her lips to reveal the brighter, shining inner pink. I run my fingertip down between her slippery folds and find the wet warmth of her hole. I pause. Tina arches her back, pressing her entrance on my finger. Then, with a loud, "Aaaaargh!" she lifts and thrusts her pelvis as I slide my finger deep within her.

Her hot sheath clasps me. I do not have to move; I do not have to fuck her with my finger, Tina does it all, growling and moaning and rolling her head from side-to-side as she drives her sex hard against my hand.

"Nooooooo!" she wails as I pull my finger completely from her, only to shout, "Yes! Oh, yes!" when I replace it with two. Tina goes wild, lifting her bottom completely off of the seat and making the chair rock madly to and fro with her lunging, plunging, pelvic thrusts. She pants, "Touch my clit, Nathan! Oh, please! Touch my clit! Pleeeeeze!"

With my free fingers I pull back her hood and find the hot red little nubbin. I hold her hood back and allow her movements to rub her clit against the thumb of the hand that she is fucking. Tina goes berserk. Within thirty seconds her back arches like a taut bow. She lets out a long, keening scream of sheer tension then snaps into two, three, then four convulsive jerks of her lower body. She goes rigid again and I feel her vaginal muscles clamping rapidly around my fingers. Then, with a massive, choking, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Aaaaaaaaargh!" she thrashes uncontrollably in the chair, expelling my fingers from her with the overpowering force of her climax.

My hands are shaking like a leaf, but I get hold of the camera and take several shots of her in her orgasmic throes. The controls get all sticky with Tina's vaginal juices, but that's the least of my cares! Then I put the camera to one side and hold her in my arms until her trembling body subsides. The wooden rocking chair seat is slick with her sexual lubricants.

"Nathan, please take the hood off me, I can hardly breathe," she asks in a weak voice.

Tina's face is flushed and sweaty and her eyes are sparkling diamonds when I expose her face. "Jesus!" she exclaims, "Is that what we missed? Just wait 'til I tell Ali!"

I cuddle her with her head on my shoulder until her breathing and colour is back to normal. Finally, she raises her head and looks into my face with those searchlight eyes. "When we had those blindfolds on that day, you didn't just look up our skirts did you?"

I don't answer her for a few long seconds. Then, with a deep breath to keep my heart in my chest, I shake my head guiltily and admit, "No."

"Show me." This is just a polite request.

I stumble to my feet. God! My knees are sore after all that kneeling! I hesitate.

"Show me!" Now she is demanding!

I undo my zipper and get my penis out of my pants. It has been as hard as a rock now for almost an hour.

"Show me, Nathan!" This is an order!

I take hold of my shaft and stroke it slowly. A dribble of pre-cum drips from my tip and onto the carpet.

"I didn't…"

Tina shakes her head impatiently, "Come closer."

I move closer to her.

"Closer, Nathan!"

I move in really close. In fact I am towering over her where she is sitting, still lashed to the chair. 

Tina searches for my penis with her mouth! I introduce the slippery head to her lips and Tina opens her jaws wide and takes me inside.

I stroke her flame red curls gently as she encloses me in her warmth. She suckles and licks on my purple-pink mushroom, bobbing her head so that I am alternately taken in deep and then released almost entirely. At one stage she stops and looks up at me. "Stay with me when you cum," she whispers and then resumes her delightful ministrations.

It doesn't take long for me to fill Tina's mouth with my spurting, salty cream. She swallows it noisily, sucking on me all the while until the last leaping spasm leaves my belly and my penis softens completely.

Tina looks up me and smiles, "You did this time…"

When I release her from her bonds she gets to her feet unsteadily and allows me to pull her jeans and panties up again. I kiss the salty, woman-fragrant fork of her thighs before I hide it away again. She places her hand on the back of my head and holds me there for a few moments.

I sense that she is looking at her watch, "Cripes!" she exclaims, "Look at the time, I'd better go!"

Just before I open the front door Tina throws her arms around me and hugs me tightly. A cold chill invades me when I hear her say, "Wow, my husband will kill us both if he ever finds out…"

"You're married?" I stammer.

"Oh yes, didn't I say?"

"Bloody hell, no! But you're not wearing a ring!"

"I don't. I spend so much time scrubbing up in the operating theatre, it's a pain taking it off and putting it back on again… C'mon, Nathan, don't panic. This was just between you and me. I won't even tell Ali."

She hugs me again, pressing her breasts hard into my lower chest. "You're a lovely man, Nathan Pascoe! You'll never know how much and how often Ali and I wished you were lots and lots younger."

"You weren't alone in that!"

I stand in my doorway and watch her leave until she turns the corner. Tina doesn't look back.



Remember When



The dance begins the minute a drop of the vodka and Ice Tea drink I make every night hits my tongue. We chat casually, there are not-so-subtle sexual innuendos exchanged, I retire to the bedroom in hopes that you follow me, and you sit at your computer, working on...whatever. It builds from there like a fire out of control. And for some reason, I end up hating you as I use my Hitachi Magic Wand to quell the hunger. 

There was a time when we fucked like bunnies. Not just fucked – devoured each other. There was that afternoon we spent with your face between my legs, sucking voraciously at my clit until I had to cover my mouth with the pillow to muffle the sounds. And the time you bent me over the bed and plowed me from behind, just enough to come and leave me wanting but in such a delicious way that I smiled for hours afterwards. And the time that you took me on the kitchen table as we tried to keep quiet so that the neighbors wouldn't hear, even those there was no mistaking that my juices were making me slide off the edge of the pale blonde wood. These moments did happen, right? I can't be imagining these imperfect minutes of orgasmic perfection. But it HAS been 13 years. What do you expect?

Yet, even as I dig my fingers into my too sensitive cunt, I can't help but think that we are not that much different than we used to be. I still crave those mornings when you spoon me and it's hard to ignore that I still affect you. Or those looks that you give me when I walk by wearing stretch pants that frame my ass perfectly. It helps that I'd just learned that you're an ass man. 

Last Saturday night you drug me by my hand to the couch, bent me over and rested your hands gently on my hips. All I could think about what "Please don't be gentle. Hurt me, push me, make me feel." You slowly undressed me when I wanted you to tear my underwear off. You stroked my back when I wanted you to drag your nails across my skin. And then you threw me off by pulling my head back hard. I felt every nerve ending in my body ignite. It's these times when I feel like you know what I want. That I don't have to wish anymore. That I don't have to sit in the dark and cry, hoping that this unfulfilled longing doesn't lead me to find fulfillment somewhere else. I can't. Don't want to. But the throbbing is becoming painful and I don't know how to stop it. 

And then you throw me off my game again. You feed me tiny nibbles of affection. An email that reminds me of how wet I was that night. A text that praises the slope of my waist. How much you love to slide your hand down the valley in my back. I remember once asking you to be my master and though you said you'd try, I know that you were hoping that I'd forget. That I didn't know what I was talking about. That those damn hormones were controlling me again. This can't be real. I can't really think about fucking that much and if I do, there is definitely something wrong. And yet, tonight I sit in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner as you lay in our bed, calling silently. I know because my clit is like a vibrating beacon. It always responds to you this way. My teeth hurt, my tongue hurts, my head hurts. There's no other way to describe this longing and yet I'm ashamed of this. 

But you're not actually calling. It's probably all in my mind. All those erotic books that I read working me up again. If I'd just stop doing that, I might get past this phase. I try to focus on the TV but the awful shows I like to watch are a weak distraction. I long to be filled by you. To feel your mouth on me. To feel your cock in me. But there's a part of me that wonders why this is all I can think about. Is this what happens when you get older? Whatever the case, I look forward to spending the next 4 hours burning for you. Praying that you'll call me to you. That you'll make me feel like less of a freak for this ache. That you give my Hitachi Magic Wand a break until tomorrow. Please baby. I remember when...



Remember When?



"Say farewell to the dark of night, I see the coming of the sun. 
I feel like a little child, whose life has just begun..."

        ~Brian McKight




He flinched from me touching his shoulder with the cold bottles' bottom rim. He had been outpacing me two to one since we sat down about two hours ago on the patio.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I quizzed. 

He took a healthy swig from the bottle of icy cold microbrew and sighed loudly. Then belched. 

"Nah," My brother Jeb shrugged. "Just thinking about Ma, and how much that we loved to come here...so long ago, it seems, great memories." 

"Keep piling up dead soldiers like you are, and you won't have many memories!"

"Shit!" Jeb laughed, pounding down the last of his bottle before popping the top on the one that I brought him. "I consider this weekend a mini-vacation. I'm not going anywhere tonight, so I might as well enjoy this fine Colorado microbrew!"

Jeb tilted back the bottle and greedily gulped down about half of its contents, then winked at me. 

"BBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!" 

We both laughed like kids at his amazingly loud and amazingly long burp. 

I downed a big mouthful myself and surveyed the scenery from the second story patio of our family's cabin near Beaver Creek, Colorado. It was a gorgeous, warm summer evening and the most ideal place on earth right now. Save for the circumstances of us being here. 

The cabin had been in our family for generations now, built by my maternal great-grandfather as a summer get-a-way, and/or a winter ski lodge. It had been in heavy use until my brother Jeb and I graduated college and started our lives. We now rented it out to the tourists who wanted a weekend excursion and this weekend was the first time that I had been there in at least five years, my brother at least three. Mother absolutely loved it here on these five acres which is why we are here now. 

We came here to spread her ashes over the land that she so loved. 

I don't think that one can be prepared for the loss of a loved one, regardless of the preparation. Mom had been sick for some time, and when I finally dragged her to her Dr., she had just a few months left; Stage 4 cancer. She refused treatment...felt that it kept her from Dad. Damnit! She was so young, not even 60. Dad had passed from a heart attack seven years ago, and mom just had never been the same. Her first love at the age of 13. 

They were married at seventeen and dad started his thirty five year career in the new family's business. They waited on children and after ten years, there I came, quickly followed by Jeb. 

Jeb and I were always tight growing up; dad said that we were 'joined at the hip', he followed me everywhere that I went, even when we grew up and went through high school and all of the teenage drama. Neither one of us really dated seriously through high school, our parents wanted it that way as neither of them went to college and were determined to see us with our degrees. We just got involved in anything and everything extracurricular, from sports to the school paper.

Jeb and I were best friends growing up, and then life kind of got in the way. We went to different colleges, he got an amazing career. Me? I took a position in Chicago, met, and married a horrible, horrible human being who felt that intimacy needed to be shared with as many women as possible, and also liked the white powder a bit too much, and I don't mean snow. I finally got out of that ordeal and moved back to Dallas to be with my family and restarted my career as a fashion designer. Jeb and I just never really were ever close again after high school, until mom's cancer. The last few days felt like the old days again. Sometimes. 

"Hell-o!" Jeb shouted at me. 

I jumped, startled at his yell. 

He laughed at me. "Now who is in La La Land?"

"Uh, sorry, I, uh..."

"Do you want another beer? I'm going to break the seal and grab another."

"Yeah. Yes, I'll start dinner while you are doing that." I said. "I picked up some fat steaks in town today."

He stood up tall and said through outstretched arms, "Juicy steaks, ice cold beer and a beautiful woman? What more can a man want?"

I shooed him off as he trotted inside, laughing. 

Jeb didn't look a day older than when he was in his late teens, early twenties, maybe just the hint of some crow's feet around his eyes. Tall and dark haired, he took after mom so much. He swam all through high school and then for his team in college for four years; and kept up the physical activity. He always joked that the gym was his mistress, and you could tell. Broad shoulders and chest led to a trim, tapered waist then flared out to muscular legs and he walked with a lithe, athletic gait. Whenever we went anywhere together, I always noticed the ladies checking him out. 

"Damn, that was a damn fine damn steak!" Jeb pushed his plate away from him, ceding. 

"Well, I am glad that you liked it!" I said proudly. I always loved to cook for a man. 

Jeb refused help with the dishes and ordered me to just relax as he poured us some wine. He cleaned and dried the dishes and joined me back out on the patio with a bottle of wine. We sat out there and watched until the sun was long retired and downed the wine and talked and talked and talked. 

I had been rambling on about something; I can't quite recall what it was, when I realized that Jeb had been silent for some time. 

I looked over at him and he was staring right at me!

"Wh-what?" I said nervously. 

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you for all of those years." He said solemnly. "More so, I am sorry that it took our mother dying to bring us back together again."

I reached over and took his hand. 

"Aw, Jeb! I was 800 miles away; it was me that wasn't there!" 

"You say that, but I should have known. Should have saved you from that prick."

"It's not like we were really talking all of that much for those years, not like before." I said quietly. 

"It seemed so awkward all of the time." Jeb said as he poured the last remnants of the Cabernet into our glasses. "I just wish that the last fifteen years had been different, that it never happened."

Jeb stormed into the house for the umpteenth time, slamming the door and trucking up the stairs to his room, slamming the door shut yet again. 

"I don't think that it was practice that has him upset." Mom said. "Poor baby, girl problems."

"More like bitch problems!" I added cattily. I did not like Jeb's new interest, Amy. 

"Brittany Jane!" Mom yelled in mock anger, "watch your mouth, little girl!"

I ran to her from the couch with my lower lip sticking out, "Mommy, I sawwy, mommy!" I hugged her fiercely. 

She hugged me back and reached for her car keys. 

"Daddy won't be back until late, his dinner is in the oven on the bottom shelf," Mom said, kissing me on both cheeks, "Y'all's is in the oven on the top shelf. I'm off to play cards at Catherine's!" 

I gazed up the stairs towards our bedrooms, thinking that I should go talk to Jeb. A light rapping later, I opened his door. 

He had stripped down to his boxers and was stretched out on his bed, tossing a tennis ball into the air and catching it lazily. 

"What do you want?" He said somberly. 

"Okay, Mr. Give Me Attention, you don't think that stomping in here and slamming doors would raise some suspicion?"

"Fuck you, I'm not looking for attention." 

I sat on the edge of his twin bed and snatched the ball out of the air. "Tell Brittany all about it!" 

Jeb sighed exasperatedly and crossed his arms behind his head. 

"Amy," He started, "has been seeing Matt on the sly, I have discovered."

"Wait, Matt Laper? From the basketball team, Matt Laper?" I questioned, getting an affirmative nod. "He's hideous! Super tall, super skinny, acne...UGH!"

"Thanks a lot, sis!" 

"No! That's not what I meant, you know that!" I pushed him playfully on the chest, definitely noticing how firm that his pecs were. "I just meant that he's not cute in any way, that's all."

He mumbled incoherently. 

"What?"

Again, incoherent. 

"WHAT??"

"Jesus! I said that she cheated on me because I haven't fucked her, OKAY!" Jeb tensed up from yelling this at me. He then collapsed back into the pillow and looked at the wall. 

I just sat there and looked at him, taking in the sight of him. He still had his arms crossed behind his head, and my eyes pored over every curve of him. I had my hand, palm down, in the middle of his chest and slowly rubbed to the top of his slightly defined abs. His nipples got hard. 

His nipples got hard! 

He still stared at the wall even as I wasn't thinking sisterly thoughts, and I wondered if there was anything else hard. I peeked back at the tent that had formed in his boxers. For the life of me, my mouth watered. 

I knew what would make him feel better. I reached back and fished my hand into the fly of his boxers, grabbing his semi erect shaft. He nearly leapt out of his skin.

"Britt!" He yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up and let me enjoy this." I hushed him up. 

I was sitting on the bed, twisted around and masturbating him with my left hand. I reveled in the feeling of him getting fully stiff in my hand. It looked so big, so delicious and I wasn't yet sure just how far that I would take this. 

"It's so hard." I gushed. Of all of the things that I could say, and I say that. 

"No shit." Jeb hissed. 

His breathing was deep and ragged, and he was clenching his butt cheeks together, getting as much of his cock into my little hand as he could. 

"Take you boxers off." I commanded. He obliged. "Spread your legs." He did. I saw his ball sack lying so full beneath the base of his dick. I then realized just how large that his cock was, I could put both hands on it and his big purple head still stuck out enough to play with it. 

I flipped around and swallowed him to the middle of his root. Once, twice, then a third before I popped it out of my mouth and licked from his head down to his wrinkly sack. 

"Britt, oh shit, oh shit, BRITT!" He bellowed, arching his back and thrusting his pelvis into the air. 

I squeezed the base of his cock hard and felt his cum shooting out of his dick, there was so much! It seemed as if Jeb shot his load forever, and I loved seeing it blast out of his piss hole and jetting out from his shaft. I squeezed and slowly jerked every drop from his balls as he twitched and cooed above me. I ran the flat of my tongue from just under his head to the top of his glans, lapping up the warm, mucous like goo. I liked it. 

"Jesus, Britt," Jeb sighed, running his fingers through my hair. "What the Hell?"

"You didn't like it?" I asked, becoming nervous.

"God, yes! It was just so...so... random."

"I've seen how you've been looking at me, Jeb. Notice that I have been wearing less and less around the house?" 

"How could I not?" He said, wiping the choad from his belly, chest and sparse pubic hair with his boxers. 

"Awesome. Return the favor?" I shyly looked at him. He paused for a second and broke into a huge grin. 

I didn't wait for an answer and jumped up, stripping off my tank top and peeling my sweats and panties off in one fluid motion. I laid on the bed and artfully scissored my legs, hiding my pussy with my hand before spreading wide and running a finger up and down my wet slit. I could see that Jeb was hard again. 

"Goodness, Britt," Jeb gushed, "you are so beautiful! Your body is so hot!"

My belly fluttered as he neared my sacred lady parts, then began doing flip turns as I could feel his tongue parting my labia. 

I came almost as quickly as he did, neither one of us doing so from skill, but the taboo of looking down and seeing your brother or sister licking your privates! 

After, we laid shoulder to shoulder, coming down from the high, but I had my hand on his crank, slowly giving him another hand job, neither one of us saying anything. 

"Let's do 69?" Jeb asked, like he was a child asking for a new toy. 

"I'm on top, that big bastard would choke me to death if not!"

He laughed. 

"Jeb?"

"Yes?"

"Go slower, more gently, she's not going anywhere." 

He didn't say anything, just buried his face into my cunt and started giving me head. 

Jeb ate me like a pro, making me cum several times, fucking my hot pussy with his fingers and tongue. I did my best to reciprocate, but he was doing such a good job that I couldn't concentrate. After at least ten solid minutes, he began thrusting hard into my mouth and I could feel his dick get harder and swell up, I knew what was coming. I took him down as far as I could and felt his cock pulse, spewing himself into my greedy mouth. I jacked him off and sucked hard, getting as much as I could milk from that monster. 

I rolled off of him and we stayed like that, each of us tracing little circles on each others' skin. 

"Dad's home!" Jeb started, jumping off of the bed and tossing my shirt to me as we could hear the garage door roll up and the low growl of his truck's engine. 

I ran to my bathroom, tossed on my clothes, and brushed my teeth before jogging downstairs. 

"Hi Daddy!" I screamed, jumping into his arms as I normally did. 

"Hi baby!" Daddy bear hugged me as I looked over his shoulder at Jeb's face. 

"It was so awkward around the house for a while." I said, remembering how I felt that Jeb was avoiding me. "You were like nothing ever happened, just Mr. Happy Go-Lucky!"

"Me? Bullcorn! I was on eggshells for the longest because I was so embarrassed, and there you were, acting like my dick had never been in your mouth!" Jeb exclaimed. 

We both laughed as we realized then that the two of us should have just talked about it. That was both of our first sexual experiences. Our conversation drifted to other things and I realized that it was getting late. I was slated to get on the plane tomorrow; Jeb was staying an extra day. 

"So," I shyly asked, "who have you been keeping, uh, 'happy' lately?"

Jeb just shrugged. 

"Are you really asking me about my sex life?"

"Yes."

He laughed. 

"No one. It's been awhile, Brittany." 

"Same here." I sighed, thinking that I need to get fucked, and fucked hard. 

"Y'know what they say about women that don't have regular sex, don't you?" He grinned at me. 

"No, Jeb," I twisted in my deck chair and leaned closer to him. "what do they say?"

I noticed his eyes flick up and down, pausing at my breasts then returning to meet my gaze. 

"Well. I heard that it will just close right up if you don't use it." He gave me a matter of fact look as I giggled at him that made my spine tingle. 

"Mr. Rivers, are you going to sit there and send me innuendos and stare at my tits all night, or are you going to make sure that "it doesn't close right up?"

Jeb stood and took my hand, bringing me to my feet. 

"Well, your tits look great-"

"32C, thank you very much!" I interrupted. 

"Lawsy, Miss Scarlet!" He bellowed to the night. 

I jumped on his back and he piggy backed me into the cabin, and right to the master bedroom, depositing me on the bed. 

I grabbed at his jeans pockets and brought him towards me, his crotch in my face. I frantically ripped at his belt and zipper; I had to suck this dick! 

My efforts were rewarded as Jeb's big, shaved bare cock sprang out of the confines of his jeans and was right in front of me; I grabbed his buttocks and inhaled his semi flaccid dick into my mouth for the third time. 

"Jesus," He moaned, "you have gotten much better at this!" 

I gave him a loud, sloppy, wet blow job without using my hands as I stripped myself of all my clothing. 

"Oh, damn, you are so nasty, Britt, I am going to cum...shit!"

Jeb pinched my nipples and rolled them in between his fingers as I fingered my hot pussy. I pulled off of his cock and a long trail of saliva dangled from my lower lip to the head of his penis. 

"Don't," I begged, "I need you to fuck me, fuck me hard!"

I scrambled backwards on the bed, digging for traction with my heels and pulling him towards me, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

I gasped loudly as I felt his strong push into me, his cock filling me up, taking my breath away. He hammered at me with a frenetic pace, I could feel and hear his hips slam into mine as my tits were bouncing like crazy. I could barely breathe, yet I encouraged him on, my legs in the air, my hands on his tight ass cheeks aiding his thrusts. 

"That's it, yessssss....fuck that pussy!" I huffed.

His lips were all over me, driving me to heights of pleasure that I had yet to experience in my 32 years. He kissed my neck, my ears, we French kissed; he sucked, licked and bit my nipples, all while pounding me hard. 

We whispered encouragement to each other as I neared a mind shattering orgasm. I had come twice already, little mini waves that made me curl my toes, but the way that this was building, I knew that it was to be a tsunami.

"Come in me; come in my pussy, Jeb. Fill me up, little brother!" I exalted. 

Each time that I spoke dirty to him, he increased the pace a little more, I knew that he was getting off on it, but when I said little brother, he seized up and ground his hips hard into mine just as I ripped off the hardest orgasm of my life. 

"Unnngggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Jeb bawled, throwing his head back, muscles tensed, back arched, trying to get as much of himself as deeply into my love tunnel as he possibly could. 

I felt his hot seed splashing against my walls, making me crazy, as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my legs around him tightly and wouldn't allow his spent cock to slip out of me just yet. 

We kissed like the new lovers that we were until he rolled off of me. I immediately felt a loss as his warmth was gone from my body. 

"That. Was. Amazing!" Jeb proclaimed, nibbling at my ear lobe. "You have learned a thing or three!" 

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Bucko!" I smiled as I got out of bed, holding my hand under my dripping snatch, waddling towards the bathroom. "You fucking still come buckets."

"I was a little excited, Britt. You are amazing! Super hot body, big tits, bubble butt, I mean..." 

"Shut the fuck up, Jeb!" I grouched as I hurtled into the bed and under the covers. "I'm a sure thing, okay?"

We laughed as I spooned onto him, lightly tracing his nipples with my manicured nails. 

"What now, Jeb? Do we hide from each other, or what?"

Jeb was lazily playing with my hair. 

"We only live thirty minutes apart, Britt." He whispered into my hair. "I can't imagine not continuing this." 

I slapped his chest. 

"OW!" He cried. "What the-"

"If you think that I am just going to be your booty call, you have another thing coming, Mister!" 

He hugged me tight and I melted into his strong arms. We had fucked just then, had sex right after, and then made love in the morning. Jeb dropped me off at the airport and I am to pick him up in Dallas the next day. 

I already plan on sucking his huge cock as we drive through the airport toll booth!



Remember When Ch. 01



The holidays are always chaotic and sometimes even a disaster. Lots of cooking, family gatherings and always a new child screaming about playing tag with all the other rug rats. Red wine stains on the white carpet, and uncles who couldn't maintain their liqueur intake. Usually passing out in the most inconvenient places, like the only bathroom or a nosedive onto the dining room table. Not this year. This year was a time for a relaxing vacation on the southern East Coast. As the plane lifted it's wheels, I thought about the six glorious days of sun and salt water without any expectations or rules. Just me, No girlfriends complaining of not achieving that perfect hairdo (knowing the water will destroy it anyway), and sand in their bikinis, or messing up their make up. No boyfriends holding me back knowing their wanting the hot blonde with fake tits and over tan bodies. Either that or your date wants 

to spend the whole time in the hotel room eating and getting laid. Come on guys, you know what I'm talking about. The thing with that, however, is that usually when a girl isn't as excited about sex as you are, then you suck, or are at least are only good for emergencies and the only reason for their appearance is because you don't want to vacation alone. And as far as the hot blonde you want to bang, well, you have about a one in five-thousandth chance of actually scoring with her. I wasn't looking to hook up though and I certainly wasn't looking out for anyone else but me. Kind of selfish, huh? Well, if you know me, then you know that I am always out for other people and succeeding to make them happy and comfortable even if it means I am miserable. For example: My friends and family freaked out when I told them about this trip and I almost chose to stay at home. Anyway, we'll get back to that later. 

The plane ride and checking into my luxurious suite was uneventful. Since this trip was to spoil myself and I'd been saving for a year (last year's New Year's resolution), I opted for the best suite my budget would allow. A presidential penthouse with a breathtaking view simply put. Ocean as far as I could see with a pink and purple horizon, a pool on the same floor with a bar in the middle, that was quite crowded I might add. Music flowing from the cabana's below, and with the smell of food stirring in the air, I knew this was by far the best thing I'd ever done alone. Other than masturbating, of course. I quickly showered and dressed my tan, in-shape body in a pair of shorts and a tank top, pulled my dark brown hair up in a messy bun, threw my sandals on and decided to check things out. 

I started at the bar. Flying all day makes for a bit of nausea, so I wasn't up for food just yet. A bud light and shot of Crown Royal were my appetizers. I wanted to get drunk and stumble back to my room, try to get off then pass out, and wake up feeling like shit. Remember this is my vacation and I can do what I want. There's nothing better than soaking in the sun with a hangover and bottle of water. It's an excuse for doing nothing without a guilty conscience.

Things didn't happen that way. As a matter of fact, I was shocked at who I saw sitting right across from me. A friend of my father's who'd I had a childhood crush on. I remember the nights they would sit around the fire and play their guitars, or throw massive BBQ's in the backyard. I was in love with his deep, seductive voice and he had a personality that even the grouchiest of grouches couldn't escape with at least a smile. I hadn't seen him since I was 15 at my father's funeral. The only thing different was a little gray hair. Damn, he was still beautiful to me. Being a Marine since the end of high school left his physique in excellent shape. Rock hard, tan, and masculine. 

He glanced my way a couple of times and even did a couple double takes, but didn't seem to recognize me. After all, it had been a good 11 or 12 years. I've had more fantasies about this man than all of my male and female lovers combined. 

By the time I guzzled a six-pack and three more shots, I finally mustered up the courage to say hello. He'd been sitting in the same spot for the hour and half I had, and I haven't seen him with anyone. A man this precious had to have a significant other. He always did in the past. He never married or ever stuck around very long in a relationship, but then again, he seemed to like the said blonde mentioned earlier. Drunken sluts for one, maybe two night stands, so you get the point that he was famous for having a new hottie every other time we would see him. 

"Let me guess, Jim Beam on the rocks and a side of melody." I said as I stood next to him smiling from ear to ear. It was a comment he and my father shared.

"Both of which will warm you up." He said as he swiveled his chair towards me. "I thought that was you Anna, but wasn't sure. God, you look like your father. Have his eyes. Never knew what that bastard was really thinking in that head of his." He said as he swallowed the smooth bourbon. "I miss him something terrible and not a single day goes by that I don't think about him. He and I, well, I felt obligated to look after your mother and you girls. Please understand..."

"Jack, it's okay. There's no reason to bring up painful memories... and I'm not Anna. I'm Melanie, but thank you for the compliment." Anna is my gorgeous older sister, by three years. I felt like a little schoolgirl walking into a new class that had already begun and our smiles didn't fade. 

"So what brings you down here Jack? I must admit I'm not used to seeing you without some beautiful babe hovering over you while you play your guitar." I ordered another round of drinks as I made myself comfy in the chair next to him. 

"I gave those days up sweetheart. It took my heart only once to break before I realized how many I shattered. Besides that, a beautiful young lady is standing next to me."

I blushed the same way I had when I had my first kiss. My pussy began to tingle as I thought of the many nights I got off on thoughts of him kissing down my thigh before plunging his tongue inside me, preparing me for his huge cock. 

"So Miss, I presume, Melanie, what brings you down to this part of the world?" 

"I'm vacationing. Alone, I'm not married, nor seeing anyone. I was born not to far from here and always wanted to revisit." That wink escaped my control and at that moment we both realized that we had moved closer to each other. His smile sent chills down my back and the hair rise on my neck. "Hey Jack? Care to go down to the beach and catch up? I'm not a little girl anymore, ya know." Now it was obvious I was flirting. I should have just offered my lips for a blowjob with the expression I had on my face. Damn. "Oh, I'm sorry Jack, I shouldn't have said it like that. I just mean I could use...." I'm always fucking talking before I think.

"Oh, of course," he just starred at me, " I just can't get over how beautiful you are. Don't get me wrong you were always a doll, but now you're gorgeous and I'm just wondering why you're not attached. Care to explain?"

We gathered our drinks and headed into the darkness towards the sound of the waves. He put his arm around me and let his hand rest on my hip. My entire body shivered against his power.

I sheepishly replied like any normal girl would. 

"I like to keep my options open. And besides, all the men I meet are assholes, or need mommies to help them through life. When I was a teenager I wanted to be married and pregnant with my first by my 25th birthday. My perception on life was that I could make things happen when I wanted them too. It didn't take long before I realized what horseshit that was. I haven't found that chemistry and the thought of a child turns my stomach."

The water splashed against our feet and sometimes up to our knees as we continued on about my boring high school and college years, failed love attempts and his continuing military career, stationed in Beaufort, SC. He just so happened to be taking his leave on the coast. Lucky me. I was curious who could have possibly broken this mans heart, but of course I would never pry. She must have been some woman. 

"So Melanie, I understand you're on this vacation to be alone, but maybe one night we could have dinner, or maybe take a sailboat ride. I'd like to see you again before you leave." I was a few feet ahead of him before I realized he'd stopped. He stood there like a man with a mission and I knew what he wanted. 

I walked up to him and put my hands on his chest, looking in his eyes in a way that let him know I was his. My heart pounded as he moved a bit of my hair from my neck and softly caressed my lips with his own. 

"I can't do this." He said as he pulled himself away from me. "It wouldn't be right Mel, I know if your father was here..." 

I broke him off with another kiss. A strong, dominating kiss. I plunged my tongue deep inside his mouth and pressed my body against his. My erect nipples ached for his touch and my pussy drenched my shorts. I was going to make this happen. With one quick movement I dropped his shorts as my knees hit the sand. My mouth watered seeing his huge hard on. My lips glistened with pre-cum and he didn't protest. His cock was a bit too large to fit into my mouth, but he felt my best effort. His taste was far better then I dreamed, and I craved his cum. I wanted to be one of his many sluts he used for a night or two for awesome, powerful sex. I didn't need any commitments or loving words. I just wanted at least one of my many fantasies to come true. Then reality could resume. I could tell in his eyes he wanted to say no, but his body screamed yes. His cock felt awesome in my mouth, and he knew it. I licked around the tip then used a hand to help engulf his thick, long shaft and cupped his balls with my free hand. My hot mouth bounced in and out, loving every inch I could stand. I wanted it all and even gagged a couple of times, but I thoroughly enjoyed making his body tremble and legs shake. The orgasm arrived sooner than I hoped, but his taste left me more intoxicated than the booze and I didn't miss a drop. 

Not a word was spoken on our walk back and I even felt a pinch of guilt. What guy would turn down a blowjob on the beach? It's not like I made him, but I knew his hesitation and completely understood. My father would have been heartbroken and/or pissed off. It had always been a joke in my house what a slut he was and my father said time and time again "Melanie, the kind of guy I want to see you marry will be the exact opposite of Jack."

Sex is far from marriage, but I'm sure it would mean all the same to my father. Jack was different now; more reserved as if age played a huge role and I wasn't sure I liked it. I like the sluttish, 'I can get any girl I want' promiscuous part of him. 

He softly kissed my cheek as we said our goodnights and I retired to my room. I was depressed. I had gotten some of what I wanted; yet I felt like an aggressive, badly behaved child that deserves more than a spot in the corner. I retired to the beanbag in front of the fake fireplace after stripping down to nothing and tried thinking of a way to take back my poor attempt of getting Jack in my bed; however, sometimes my conscience gets the best of me. 

The images cluttered my mind of Jack's soft, warm and wet tongue licking its way up my leg. I began to trace my fingertips where I wanted him to go. Small kisses around my feet and up my calf, stopping briefly at my knee. His kisses continued up my thigh and plunged deep inside me, as did my finger. My hot cunt begged for his tongue, but didn't mind my finger sliding in and out and across my clit. I love my taste and double dipped a couple of times, imaging what his mouth would taste like after lapping up my flavor-full juices. My hot tongue sucking every bit of liquid my pussy offered. The fire echoed off my body and I spread my legs far apart thinking of him positioning himself in between me. 

He was strong, no doubt, and I was weak to his power. Our tongues collided in a fit of furry and observed the pheromones both had to offer. Our pelvic areas fit perfectly as we grind together. Most of you already know that hot sex is almost like dancing, you move to the rhythm and sway your own style. This was different. This was the hottest sex ever and far beyond dancing. My fingers slid in and out and I was ready to cum. Mmmm. "Fuck me," I screamed. "Harder baby, fuck me, fuck me. Your cock is amazing baby, oooooohhhhhhh yeah fuck me. Your cock is so big. Fuck my tight pussy baby." I said aloud as my cum-soaked, damp fingers enjoyed the pleasures of my mouth as my hips thrust up and down on that beanbag. I collapsed. Weak, spent, and ready for bed. 

I woke up starving, threw on a bikini and shorts and packed an "all day at the beach" bag. Most of which included oil, a towel, a change of clothes, a bottle of water and a little money. I've always been an early riser so I had plenty of time to wolf down half the buffet and a corral of OJ. I didn't want to seem obvious, but I look for Jack everywhere. I almost even thought I was dreaming. After all, I did have a little buzz the night before. I gave up and hit the lounger not far from the water. My skin glistened in the sun as I spread oil from head to toe, and positioned myself snug lying on my back.

"You're going to get burned if you don't turn over. Melanie, Hey Melanie?"

I jumped up and realized I had fallen a sleep. Jack was even better looking than at night with a buzz. It's usually the other way around. 

"Jack. Hi. Wow, I didn't mean to fall asleep. What time is it?"

"It's early, only a quarter to ten. I've been looking all over for you." He said as he sat on the end of the lounger. "So, I was thinking about last night, and..."

"I am so sorry Jack. I should never have pushed. I know better than that and I just let the alcohol take over. I would have never..."

"Melanie, it's okay. I could have said no. On the lighter side of things, you were amazing, and I was thinking, we're both on vacation alone, so...well there's a sailboat ride at 11 if you were maybe, perhaps interested." He sounded like a teenager boy. But who cared...hell yeah I wanted too. I didn't want to seem to eager though. So I replied as if it was something I "might" be interested in. 

"Sure, I could probably do that. We have plenty of time, so could you do me a huge favor?"

"Anything, what is it?"

"Oil my back side." I said as I rolled over. He looked stunned. Hehe. 

The oil tickled my back as he let it drip from the bottle. His masculine hands went right to work. Starting at the top, rubbing and massaging my back, he worked his hands into my deepest desires, slowly moving towards my ass that wore only a g-string.

He worked his hands over and over and on my tan, firm ass and I imagined it was his lips. I moaned and let him know I loved it. He trickled some more oil on my legs and started on my inner thigh working down to me feet. Damn he knew was hot and knew what to do. Every touch was perfect and I made it known how much he turned me on. I wanted to turn around and make love to him right there.

I quickly turned around. "Okay, so maybe that wasn't a good idea. I'm gonna go jump in the water and cool down for a second. Be right back." 

I dove into the water as if I was rescuing someone. In a way I was rescuing myself. The cool water overwhelmed my body and I have to say...It felt great. I turned around and Jack was right behind me. I never even glanced to see if he had a hard on or not, but soon realized he had a massive woody when he pulled me to him. His tongue slid into my mouth with the force of a hungry man. A beast for that wants few men have. He pulled my thong aside and buried his manhood into my pussy, never leaving my lips. He held onto my hips and I moaned over and over again. In and out. His huge cock hurt and excited me at the same time. After only a couple of strokes, my hot box gripped his cock in a fit of an orgasm. One I've never felt before. Not even one I provided myself. At about the same time, I felt his warm liquid fill me up as he spasmed in a like orgasm. Fucking perfect. That's when you know it was great, when neither party can hold out very long. Luckily it was a little after 10 in the morning and not very many people on the beach, much less in the water. We held onto each other and kissed for at least the next ten minutes. 

"If we're going to make it to the docks in time, we better get going," he said as we left the water and I retrieved my bag and towel. I just had sex with Jack the way I would with someone I was in love with. I've never been in actual love, so for me, this was real, Real scary.  



Remember When Ch. 01



All stories in this series are scenes out of Complex Relationship I did not write in order to keep the story moving. However I decided it would be fun to make series out of these moments so without further ado I give you Remember When...

Thanks luvtaread for editing.

Brandon sat with his wife Ashley and good friends Katy and Mel on a deck overlooking the island where together they had been marooned many years before. Now it was home to their dream house and where better? As it was here that they formed the family that had made everything good in their lives possible.

Brandon smiled at that thought and looked at each of his loves, and they were that. Although Ashley was his wife and he loved her more than anything, except maybe his five children, he felt love for Katy and Mel as well and they loved him back.

That got his mind going and looking in Katy and Mel's direction he said to them, "Hey you guys remember that night that Ashley was out of town for that conference?" Katy smiled mischievously and nodded Mel too smiled.

"Wait? What about it, I never heard about this guys. What did you three do?" Ashley asked a bit confused.

"Well let's just say leaving your man alone with Katy next door, not a good idea Ashley." Mel said with a smile.

"Yeah, well someone else was in Missy heat at the time if I recall!" Katy said in her defense.

"Yes, while that is true, it was not common knowledge at that point. As I recall only Brandon knew about her back then. Hardly something Ashley could account for in leaving Brandon behind."

"Ladies, ladies," Ashley said holding up her hands. "I'm not upset it happened god knows if I ever got jealous of you two I would have been gone years ago. I mean you had Brandon's children for god sake. What I'm mad about is that this is the first I'm hearing about it. Three people I care about and trust deeply and none of you spilled about a wild night together? That's cold guys, real cold." All three muttered an apology to her. Ashley then looked at each with anticipation. After a few seconds it seemed she was not getting what she wanted fast enough and said, "So?" Brandon, Katy, and Mel all looked confused, "Someone spill, Please?" The other three exchanged looks and came to an agreement.

"You tell her Brandon," Katy said with a smile, "Your story is much better."

"Especially since you were the only one who saw everything for what it was. You know because of Missy and because you well you know what happened to Katy that night."

"Shh," Ashley said, "You're spoiling it." Brandon understood what Mel had meant though. Katy's view of the story was tainted because she had no idea her wife was not herself that night. This made Mel's recollection of the night a little off as well. Besides what had happened to Katy would make it a little hard for her version to be accurate. Brandon was shaken out of his thoughts by Ashley, "Hello earth to Brandon. You're supposed to be telling me a story darling." 

Brandon nodded then began, "As our lovely friends pointed out it all began that night you were out of town..."

Brandon worked late prepared for a late night. He was expecting Ashley home but had yet to hear from her. She and a few other teachers were at a conference downstate. Brandon knew from experience it would take them three hours at least, in good weather, to reach home and this was not looking to be a night for good weather. 

Reports of a major storm rolling in across northern and central Illinois were coming in every few minutes. Brandon was fairly sure that if they did not start out soon Ashley and her colleagues would never make it before the storm hit. 

To be honest he had expected them to be home hours before, but something had come up down there and one of the teachers had been asked to fill in for the late session. Not wanting to strand their colleague Ashley and the other teachers decided to stay and wait. Unfortunately in the mean time this storm system had popped up out of nowhere. A frequent problem living in the Midwest.

The phone rang sometime later and Brandon was relived to hear Ashley's voice. "We're not coming home darling. Joe decided that with the high winds and rain their expecting that the roads could get really bad. So we're staying the night down here. We should be able to get an early start and make it back in time for classes tomorrow once the storm has cleared up."

"Whatever you guys think is best," Brandon said a bit relieved as he knew just how bad the roads could get during a storm like this, having chanced them himself in the past. He was rather glad Joe was not as crazy as he had been. 

As the conversation continued Brandon and Ashley exchanged the conditions at their various locations. The storms had started near Ashley and Brandon was still awaiting its arrival. They talked a bit more then wished each other good night.

Brandon had no sooner hung up the phone than it rang again and without looking he answered, "Missed me already?"

"Oh always baby, but I'm actually calling for your darling wife is she there?" Katy's voice said.

"Katy?" Brandon asked stupidly reacting to the voice. He then recovered and answered her about Ashley, "Ah no she's still downstate, is it urgent?"

"Kind of, but if she's not home..." she trailed off then said, "Hey, maybe you can help!"

"Depends on what you need." Brandon said 

"Well, Mel's feeling a little down today. If Ashley wasn't too busy I was hoping she could help cheer her up a bit. We do this thing well you know..." Brandon did, he had watched that 'thing' several times and it never got old to watch Ashley and Katy make Mel cum that hard. 

Brandon hesitated as he was not ordinarily allowed in these cheer up sessions as, despite being the exception to Mel's no sex with men rule, she still preferred to be an object of desire to women and not men.

"I'm afraid you're out of luck there Katy. Ashley won't be home tonight. She's stuck downstate due to the storm."

"Storm what storm?" Katy asked confused and Brandon thought he detected a bit of fear. 

"Oh the massive one that bound to hit us any minute. Ashley said it's already hit down where she's at and it's a doozy. High wind, blowing rain, and thunderclouds in fact if it weren't October I'd say a tornado was in the works."

"Thunderstorm?" Katy stammered out clearly more than a little afraid. It was then that Brandon remembered how much she hated thunder and lightening.

"Yes, but don't worry, nothing too major. Anyway Ashley isn't going to be home tonight so I'm afraid I'm all you have to help." Brandon said in what he tried to make a calm reassuring voice.

"Wait, so you're alone tonight?" Katy said and Brandon smiled, Katy was ever horny, nothing like her libido to make her forget fear, "Well we can't have that, you're staying with Mel and I tonight."

"But, I thought Mel..." He started to say but Katy cut him off.

"Screw Mel and her moodiness..." Then she paused and said in a whisper, "Actually, Mel getting a good fucking might bring her out of this funk, god knows Ashley and I have tried everything else lately." Then raising her voice again she said, "It's settled Brandon, get your cute butt over here."

Brandon hung up the phone and a minute later was welcomed into the house next door by an enthusiastic Katy. The short blonde reached up and kissed him deeply.

"Well hello," Brandon said, after the kiss broke. "Do you greet all your guests that way?"

"Nope just you baby." Katy said with a smile and grabbing his hand led him into the family room where Mel lounged watching TV and working on her laptop. "Mel hon, look who's here." Katy said as they entered. 

Mel looked up and saw Brandon as she did an odd look almost of joy appeared when she did, but it faded quickly and she said, "Oh it's you."

"Yes, it's him." She said directing Brandon to a seat on the couch near Mel, "Ashley's out of town tonight so I asked him to stay here with us tonight." 

"Uh-huh and that would have nothing to do with the large storm that is coming?"

"No it wouldn't!" Katy said a little too quickly Brandon and Mel exchanged glances, "Now if you two will excuse me I got a few things to finish up," Katy said and she left the room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her wiggle her cute ass a bit as she walked away something Katy always did when she was horny.

The odd thing was that Mel did not seem to notice it. Now there were many things he and Mel disagreed on but Katy's cute butt and body, and Ashley's for that matter, was not one of them. For her to not check Katy out as she left the room told Brandon something was seriously amiss. Thinking back on conversations with Katy and Ashley that week he thought of something and playing a hunch he slid next to the red-head and looked at her screen.

"What are you working on?"

"Just a boring report I would have finished earlier but my condition is not exactly making work easy these days." The 'condition' of which she referred to was that she was six months pregnant. This was also the reason she needed cheering up the past few weeks. As Mel had begun to show she had taken it hard. Mel had always kept her body in almost perfect shape. Now through the natural process of pregnancy, it was well, less than perfect in her mind. 

Brandon marveled at the woman carrying his baby. In his mind she was immensely beautiful. If anything the pregnancy had added to her femininity and for someone six months pregnant she looked really good. She had hardly gained any extra weight except where it was supposed to be added. Namely her tits had increased several cups sizes and were getting close to rivaling Katy's each day. Then there was of course her swollen belly. 

Brandon rubbed it gently and looked at Mel before softly speaking to the baby, "Mommy didn't mean that Leah. She and Daddy love you very much." Mel looked angry and he said, "I don't care what you think of me at the moment Mel you will not speak about our daughter that way. You chose to have her, so stop being all pissy about this." 

To his surprise she just nodded then said, "Sorry, you're right I didn't mean to get upset it's just this is making things hard and I feel like a blimp..."

"You're beautiful." Brandon said cutting her off.

"I am not, look at me!" she said incredulously indicating her mid section.

"Hey, that is my baby in there and if I want to think its mother is beautiful then I will, okay. As for the other region I dare say I'm not alone in thinking those make you more attractive. Face it Melissa you are one hot mom-to-be."

Brandon then leaned in and kissed the unsuspecting red-head on the lips and found her more responsive than would be expected. Mel then broke the kiss in anger and pushed him away. She then shut her laptop and rose quickly and started to storm off saying, "Oh no buddy not today I maybe carrying your baby but..."

"Missy stop." Brandon said cutting her rant off. He did not say it loud, but he did say it firm. Immediately Mel stopped talking and froze in her tracks. Brandon smiled to himself. All of it now made sense to him he had been right about her foul mood. It seemed that Mel's submissive persona, Missy, had been behind Mel's recent disgruntled behavior. "Just as I suspected. Missy, come here." Obediently the red-head walked back to the couch and when Brandon patted his lap she sat down on it.

"Yes Master?" she asked timidly.

"You've been a naughty girl haven't you Missy?" he did not wait for and answer and said, "You've made your mistress very frustrated, and Mel has taken out that frustration on her wife and my wife. Hasn't she?"

"Yes master, and her employees Master." Brandon cringed a bit thinking of those poor souls.

"Very well, you selfish girl what is it that troubles you? Why do you bother Mel so?"

"Master has not fucked me since, since..." 

She hesitated and Brandon said, "Come on little slut spit it out."

"Since we got fat and ugly." Brandon smiled thinking of all the times Mel had refused to be complimented by him saying she did not need men's approval. Well it was obvious Missy did.

"The changes due to carrying my child do not make you fat or ugly in my mind in fact it makes you more beautiful."

"Really Master?"

"Absolutely, in fact." Brandon then shifted her on his lap and reaching down plunged one hand into her pants and found her dripping pussy. The other found her swollen breast. Soon the red-head moaned in appreciation of his efforts and he said, "Now Missy I'm going to give you some relief now, and I promise to fuck you like you want later. However first, I think you owe Katy since you caused her so much pain. So when I finish I think it only fair that you allow Mel and me to repay her then you and I can have fun."

"Yess...Mmmaster." She stammered out between moans.

"Good girl, now come for me slut, cum for your Master." He had no sooner given the command then she came hard on his fingers.

As she shook Brandon set her on the couch then lifted her up and began carrying her to the bedroom. About half way up Mel resumed control and said angrily, "Put me down this instant!"

"Nope Mel, I've seen your true colors tonight and it seems you have been Missy's bitch for a little while now. Like it or not a part of you needs attention from me and needs to feel feminine. Besides what better way to convince you that you are not fat then to carry you to bed? So sit back and enjoy the ride baby."

"If my feet weren't killing me I'd..." she never finished

"Whatever you need to tell yourself."

"Brandon why are my panties soaked?" Mel asked a few steps later.

"I think you know that answer without my help, but I got Missy a little excited. That reminds me thanks to Missy you have been rather cruel to Katy the past few days I think it only fair we make it up to her. Besides you know how she hates storms, best we put her out before the thundering starts." He said as he set her on the bed. She nodded and as he went to leave he said, "Now get your sexy pregnant self ready while I warm up our little blonde nymph."

As he left he saw Mel smile. He headed downstairs and found Katy finishing up cleaning the kitchen. He walked up behind her and pulled her to him. 

"Mmm, hi studly," Katy purred turning to kiss him.

"Hi to you too sexy," he said after they broke their kiss. 

Then looking into his eyes she asked, "How's Mel?"

"Better, a little lady has been giving her some trouble as of late."

"Yes, that Leah can be a trouble maker." Brandon smiled at this he had been referring to Missy, but Katy was not to know that. "The past week or so has been hard on Mel."

"She's not the only one who has suffered, is she Katy?" Katy looked down a bit ashamed.

"Well Mel's had a lot on her mind..." Brandon raised her chin so her eyes met his.

"Comforting Mel is not the only reason you and Ashley have been seeing a lot of each other lately is it? I know Katy. I saw when you tried to entice Mel tonight and she ignored it." Tears welled in Katy's eyes. "Mel still loves you and finds you very sexy but I think she is so lost in herself she forgets that she is hurting you by not looking."

He took the rag out of her hand and after tossing it in the sink he lifted her onto the counter. He then lifted her shirt and revealed her large tits. He immediately leaned in and kissed and sucked each showered her feminine mounds with attention. Katy moaned in appreciation about half way through he stopped much to Katy's displeasure and lifted her off the counter her then pulled off her pants and panties. 

"Had to take those off because I intend to make you cum little nymph and I wouldn't want you to soak your panties like your wife did." He said setting her on the counter and kissing her. Katy cooed in delight and he kissed his way back down to her sensitive tits. True to his word a few minutes later he had Katy crying in pleasure as she came.

"You made a mess," Brandon said with a smile, "Better clean it up." He then lowered his face to he pussy and began licking her cum both off the counter and from her inner thighs. When he was finished he turned his attention to her swollen clit. When he flicked his tongue over it Katy went crazy. She was so aroused from her last orgasm that he soon had her on the edge of another. She exploded again and he drank every drop of her sweetness. He then stood up and lifting her off the counter carried her like he had Mel up to the master bedroom

What they found took both their breaths away. Mel lay on the provocatively posed in all her naked glory. She smiled at there reactions, then beckoned. Brandon set Katy down and giving her naked ass a swat said, "I think she wants you my little nymph." Katy's eyes lit up and she rushed the bed.

Brandon just watched in amazement as the pair made love to each other in their own way. Katy loving Mel as she was and Mel showing Katy she still found her attractive. Brandon could sense weight being lifted from both their shoulders as they showed their love for the other.

After a while Brandon saw Mel signal that it was time to say thanks to Katy. He rose and stripping off his clothes he joined the pair on the bed. As Mel showered the blonde's tits with attention Brandon lined up his achingly hard cock with Katy's molten hot pussy.

Katy had already had cum several times that night due to the efforts of both Mel and Brandon. So, it did not take long before they got her riding a chain of orgasms. After a few minutes it was too much for the small blonde and she passed out from exhaustion. Brandon and Mel kissed her good night and smiled.

Then as promised Brandon positioned Mel on all fours and entered her from behind. He sensed Missy take over as he did and he talked dirty to the submissive persona as he fucked her hard. Unlike their usual encounters it took several orgasms before Mel returned to control. Still she did not stop Brandon's efforts. Before it was all over he had cum in Mel twice and she had cum several times.

As he cuddled up behind Mel he said good night to his ladies and even gave Mel's stomach a rub to wish Leah a goodnight as well.

"...Of course we changed positions several times that night especially after the thunder woke Katy."

"That and Miss Leah was not kind on my bladder that night." Mel said with a chuckle.

"I have to say that night makes a lot more sense hearing how Missy was involved. I had always wondered why you were so successful. Still I have to say you saved our marriage that night, I was really hurting. Turns out that storm may have been the best thing to happen to us in months." Katy said.

"I have no doubts, Missy was dangerous. I for one was real glad when Mel finally told you two about her and got help."

"Yes that was quite the story." Ashley said.

"Yes it is and I think it makes an excellent place to start tomorrow."



Remember When Ch. 02



Edited by luvtaread

The next night the four lovers sat in the chairs on their deck enjoying another gorgeous tropical night. When discussion turned to the promised story Brandon was again selected to tell the tale.

"Well, as you all know the real tale began here on this island where I first met the elusive Missy. Since that fateful encounter Missy and I would have several more run-ins, particularly whenever Mel was stressed. This of course gave rise to the little office game that she and I loved so much. However, one night Mel came to me with a request for help..."

It was a rainy Tuesday when Brandon got a strange visit from Mel.

"Mel, what a surprise, what are you doing here?"

"I thought about what you said Brandon and you're right. After what happened in Boston I can't justify not seeking help any longer." Brandon nodded in understanding. The previous Saturday Mel's father had crashed the family picnic and gotten Mel so riled up that she had chosen beating up her dad over saving Leah. The experience had been a wake up to both Brandon and Mel to the necessity of her conquering the Missy persona that had plagued her since she was a teenager.

"Glad to hear it," Brandon said "How can I help?

"I need to tell Katy and Ashley, before I seek help, I want them to know why."

"And you want my help in breaking the news?" Mel nodded.

"You're the only one who knows and can show them. I hate to ask but..." she said softly before trailing off.

"I understand," Brandon said, "When do you want to do this?"

"Friday."

"Okay, then we better get going."

Over the next hour Brandon and Mel planned out the details. The first obstacle was the kids. Since this required all four adults to be present all five children would have to be out of the house. It turned out it was already handled and as usual Brandon was the last to find out. Day to day things like that always eluded him, an occupational hazard of his family situation. Quite frequently the three moms would get together and forget to tell him something. Not that he minded it just got a little annoying at times to be so out of the loop.

Regardless with the biggest obstacle handled they began to plan things out. That Friday with the girls gone to a sleep over and the twins at his parents all four enjoyed a night out together. When it was over though Brandon and Mel readied their little surprise. After confirming with Mel one last time to make sure she wanted to do this he began.

Looking at Ashley and Katy as Mel left the room he said, "There's been a bit of a change of plans for tonight. Mel and I have prepared something special. Let me just say that before you go in there I need you to promise that whatever you see in there you will not get upset. There will be time to discuss after we have shown you what needs to be seen. I only ask this because it is really hard for Mel to show you this side of her."

The other two looked at each other exchanging a knowing look and Katy asked, "Are we going to see Missy tonight?" Brandon was floored.

"How?" He asked.

"Did I know about Missy?" Katy asked, "Brandon, Mel and I have been together for seventeen years, you didn't think in all that time I didn't find out about her little secret?" Brandon just stared stunned and Ashley giggled a bit.

"Darling looks like you underestimated Katy again." She said, "And me for that matter."

"Okay how long have you two known and why in gods name would you let Mel destroy herself like that all these years?" Brandon asked when he got over the shock.

"As for how long we've known, I knew in college it wasn't had to figure out though she was good at hiding it I knew when she was getting male attention. One night I was able to get to one of her partners right after and he spilled everything. As for Ashley I told her about the time when we started working to get you and Mel together. I knew Missy was the key. 

"As for destroying herself I hardly think it is. I mean sexual repression is bad, but that's why I had us move out here. No offense Brandon, but I can get my needs met elsewhere if need be." Then after a pause added, "Though I vastly prefer you and am eternally grateful for Kara and I meant every word I said before your honeymoon baby. The point is Mel couldn't. She needed an outlet for her inner slut. I was waiting for her to tell me when she was ready."

"Inner slut?" Brandon asked a little amused, "is that what you think?"

"Well, yeah the guy I talked to said she became this super slutty girl. I figured that was how she was able to sleep with men. Plus that would counteract her power girl image and help them get aroused."

"Uh-huh." Brandon said with a smile, "Please follow me." Although Brandon could not see them, he knew from experience that the best friends behind him were silently expressing their wonder at what his last comments meant. He led them into the bedroom which Mel had been preparing.

When they reached the room he had Ashley and Katy take a seat. They were both surprised to find Mel dressed in her work clothes. This had been Mel's idea as for some reason her work attire gave Brandon easiest access to Missy probably because of their little game they played so often.

Brandon then sat on the bed facing the other two and had Mel sit on his lap. When she did he immediately began caressing her body and whispering to her trying to coax Missy into the open. After a few minutes he sensed that Mel was fighting it.

"Mel, let go, you wanted this remember," he reminded her while massaging her left tit and pussy, "Come out and play Missy my dear I have people for you to meet." Brandon soon felt the tension leave her and knew that Missy had come out. "Good girl," he whispered to her. 

Then directing her attention to the others he said, "Missy, I'd like you to meet my wife Ashley and Mel's wife Katy, girls this is Missy." They acknowledged each other and Brandon asked, "Now who am I Missy?"

"My Master," she said without hesitation and the look on Katy and Ashley's faces was priceless. He had been right in assuming they had no idea of the full truth about Missy.

"And who is Mel?"

"My mistress," Missy answered again.

"Very good now what do you call a wife of your Master or Mistress?"

"Um a Mistress?"

"Very good slut so Ashley and Katy are your new Mistresses. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master." Missy said.

"Good now speaking of Mistresses I think you are upsetting two right now. As I don't think Mel appreciates you dripping juices all over her good clothes and I know Katy does not want to clean them. Plus, I think you are wearing far too much clothing Missy so strip for us and give your new Mistresses a good show while you're at it."

"Yes Master." Missy said without hesitation and got up and proceeded to give a long striptease while giving Ashley and Katy a lap dance each in the process. Both girls were pleasantly shocked at the turn of events. When she was finished she looked unsure of what to do next.

"She awaits your command ladies, give her an order." With that Missy knelt before the pair awaiting instruction. Ashley and Katy exchanged looks and silently agreed upon something.

"Suck your Master's cock until he cums and then swallow it," Katy commanded. This was a good test because it was something Mel would almost never do willingly even as Missy, she had only done it a few times. Eager to please her new mistresses and happy to service her master Missy crawled over to Brandon and after releasing his cock began sucking.

Brandon revealed in the feeling and after a few minutes of the best blow job he had ever gotten from Missy he came in her mouth. As instructed she swallowed every drop.

Ashley and Katy's next command was to double fuck their new little slave both of them put on a strap-on and went at it. Brandon watched in amazement at the scene of the redhead getting double penetrated by Ashley and Katy.

Halfway through Ashley stopped and had Brandon fuck her while they watched Katy continue fucking Missy. After Brandon came Ashley had Missy lick his cum out of her pussy.

Not long after they all collapsed out of tiredness and fell asleep in each others arms.

"...of course the aftermath of that little incident was not quite as fun." Brandon said finishing the story.

"But it was necessary." Mel said.

"Still you were a little upset," Ashley said, "Come to think of it so was Katy."

They all remembered the fighting that had ensued once everyone was in their right minds. Despite her promise Katy was a little upset at Mel and Brandon for not revealing the nature of Missy.

"It all worked out though. As mad as I was it was good to be the dominant one every so often after that. Learning the truth about Missy really helped our sex life." Katy said with a smile.

"As if it needed it." Brandon joked.

"It changed mine and Brandon's for the better too. I remember that business trip in the post-Missy era where it was actually he and I. That night was rather magical in its own way." Mel said wistfully.

"Yes it was," Brandon agreed, "and a good story for tomorrow I think."



Remember When Ch. 03



Thanks luvtaread for editing.

*

"As you might recall." Brandon began the next night, "Mel and I had a conference in Dallas a few months after I took that new job at her company. It was all pretty routine for us until the last night..."

Brandon sat at the table full of his coworkers when one of the Vice-Presidents, who had come along and was in charge of the trip so to speak, called for everyone's attention.

"Well team I hope you all learned a lot this week, we will be counting on you to lead us forward in the coming months. That said I'm sure some of you are rather anxious to get home so as soon as you are finished here you are free to head back home." Brandon nodded and smiled to himself thinking of Ashley, Katy, and his kids and wanting to get back to them. "Oh, except for you Metcalf. Murphy and I need to speak with you before you leave." Brandon was baffled at what his boss wanted but he finished his meal and afterwards he met with Mel and the VP. 

"Brandon, so glad you could join us. Sorry about making you nervous like that but we need you to stay a day more. Mel here is closing in on an important client and we'd both feel better if she had someone with direct knowledge of the software. Since you designed it I see no reason why you should not represent us in this matter." Brandon agreed and the VP stood saying, "Wonderful, I'll let you two work out the details. As for tomorrow don't worry about it, you both get it off. Unfortunately though with another conference coming in tonight we were unable to extend your stay in your rooms, or get new separate rooms for you. It seems you'll have to share, but as you're both happily involved, I doubt we'll have any trouble. "

With that the VP left and Brandon immediately asked, "Okay Mel what is this all about?"

"Well as Bill said I am close to getting a new big client here in Dallas that Andy set me up with. I asked for a little help closing and Bill and I both agreed that you were the best man for the job." Brandon just stared at her and she said, "Oh come on Brandon it's a day off and a huge opportunity for both of us and I'm not just talking about professionally."

"Does that mean what I think it does?"

"Yes, Brandon it does. Officially we are staying to make the pitch tomorrow but unofficially..."

"We'll be on a date of sorts."

"Yes, I don't think you and I have been on one and I think it would be fun." Brandon went to reply and Mel said, "Before you ask of course Katy and Ashley know and they think it's a great idea as well. In fact they both told me to tell you to give me the star treatment tonight or else." Brandon raised an eyebrow at this.

"Well then it seems we have a date Mel. Although on that note I am at a slight disadvantage, I don't really know the town well."

"Don't worry about that Brandon I do and lets just say you're not the only one they had instructions for."

"Well," Brandon said with a smiled, "If I didn't know better I'd say our wives were trying to set us up wouldn't you?"

"As if it would be the first time?" Mel asked in response and both smiled seemingly remembering their first time together.

Both left the restaurant and headed for the hotel where they rechecked in they both sat down in their room to prepare for the meeting the next day. Mel ran through her presentation for Brandon and after a few tweaks from both they were satisfied with the finished product. 

As evening approached Brandon showered and changed before going over the software that Mel was pitching tomorrow in anticipation of questions from the potential buyer. When he was finished Mel was clearly still getting ready so he went downstairs to the bar downstairs to wait for her. 

As he waited Brandon remembered sitting here the previous night listening to some of his co-workers call Mel an ice queen, but he knew that everyone of them considered her a milf and would do her in a second. Brandon just chuckled to himself. It was childish and he knew it, but something made him proud to be the one that could get in Mel's panties virtually any time he wanted. To know that her child was also his gave him a feeling he could not describe, no matter the cost of their arrangement. Brandon was shaken out of these thoughts by his stunning companion for the evening.

Mel had certainly dressed for the occasion. The dress she wore made her look sexy, but in a hot mom out on the town kind of way. The effect took Brandon's breath away as she asked if he was ready. When he had composed himself they left and headed for an up scale steakhouse where they enjoyed each other's company on what really was the first time the pair had ever had an evening just to themselves.

One odd thing that Brandon was still getting used to was Mel occasionally admiring the young waiters around her. The idea of Mel admiring any man was still odd to all of them.

"Mel," Brandon said quietly as he caught her admiring their waiter. 

"Sorry," Mel said blushing a bit. "It's just..."

"I understand, but as your date for the evening..."

"I know," she said cutting him off, "It's just it's such an odd feeling. After my breakthrough last month it's as if this whole new side of me has awakened and is making up for lost time. I mean man hasn't gotten me hot for god knows how long."

"Well I hope that's not entirely true." Brandon said.

"Of course not," Mel said seemingly realizing her mistake. "But, you're different baby, we have history and a daughter together. Of course you make me hot, but it's just you used to be the only one and now...Not that I'd act upon it of course."

Brandon nodded his understanding and they discussed her breakthrough more before changing topics. When dinner was finished they headed back to the hotel. When they reached it they both had only one thing on their minds. Even though the presentation was early the next morning both ravenously began kissing each other. 

Mel broke the kiss and said, "I have a surprise baby why don't you get out of those clothes and wait here?"

Brandon complied and after removing his clothes lay on the bed awaiting Mel. He was rewarded moments later when she came out wearing black lace lingerie and walked provocatively toward the bed. When she reached the side she leapt on to it and the sexual frenzy began. After several minutes of kissing and caressing Brandon was shoving his hard shaft into her waiting pussy.

Driven by lust it did not take both long to cum. This however stopped neither of them and they simply slowed down and let deeper feeling drive them on. Free of the influence of Missy for the first time since they met Brandon felt it as Mel truly gave herself fully to him. They went on like that for hours before both came together and collapsed into a pleasure induced sleep.

"....Of course the next morning we rocked the presentation." Brandon said to his audience, "But that night together was certainly quite memorable."

"Of course that presentation was important too. As that was one of the reasons I was so sure Phoenix could work I knew I had a competent partner that could really help move the product if need be." Mel said.

"Yeah and I forgot about that time when you were checking out every cute guy that passed you back then. Funny thing after that trip you didn't do it as much." Katy said smiling.

"Yeah well let's just say that I found, or rather rediscovered, my man that night. After that trip I needed no other man, Brandon was it." Mel said.

"Which, explains why you also started to wear a lot of jewelry with aquamarine in it. Just like your dear wife had pretty much since Brandon's trip to Boston." Ashley said.

"Wait you two did that for me?" Brandon asked a little surprised.

"Of course baby, it is your birthstone after all. We were unofficially marking ourselves as yours." Katy said.

"We originally did the same when we were dating I would wear opals for Katy and she would wear turquoise for me. Of course once we got married we stopped. The aquamarine thing seemed a bit odd since we had living reminders of our feelings for you in Kara and Leah but it seemed fitting all the same."

"Well ladies I have to say I'm touched, really that's pretty cool." Then after a pause he added, "I am curious though hearing about your dating life how was it you two exactly got together?"

"Brandon you already know that story we've told it a hundred times."

"Yes," Ashley said, "But I think he mean the sexual part. I don't think he and I have ever heard that particular story."

"Well," Katy said, "I dare say you shall hear it tomorrow." 



Remember When Ch. 04



Edited by luvtaread

"As you guys know Katy and I met at college." Mel said, "At the time we were friends, but were hardly lovers. Then as finals week approached in the spring of my sophomore year our little minx here made her move. It started out as nightly massages."

"Hey I know that trick." Ashley said smiling at Katy.

"Well it worked on Mel, so I figured why not," the blonde said mischievously.

"Who said I was complaining?" Ashley asked.

"Ladies." Brandon said amused and quite turned on, "I believe Mel was telling a story."

"Thank you Brandon," Mel said as the other two quieted down, "As I was saying it started as massages, massages that got more and more sexual each day. First was my ass, then my tits, before she finally began covertly fingering me. The next night though Katy was done messing around..."

Mel could feel the pressure of her classes and keeping up her business as if it was a physical weight. Katy's massages had helped, but they just weren't enough, despite the increasingly sexual nature of them. Mel was only left craving more from her sexy friend.

She was not sure which made her more uncomfortable that she was enjoying the massages so much or that since she had been receiving them she found herself more and more attracted to her new best friend.

Mel found herself unconsciously staring at Katy's cute butt as the blonde walked away. Often times when Katy fell asleep watching a movie Mel found herself not only staring at the blonde's body, especially those gorgeous tits, but lusting after it as well. 

It was a fight with herself that was only adding to her tension. It made it hard to relax during the massages and so Mel never got the full release she needed. That night Mel asked for another massage.

"Okay, but on my terms Mel, no exceptions." Mel so desperate for the feel on Katy's soft hands that she agreed. "Excellent, you know the drill I'll be there in a moment."

Mel left and stripped before lying on the massage table. Katy came in and it started out like a normal massage. Then Katy was ready for the front.

"Turn over," Katy said in a firm tone.

"Katy, I'm..."

"Mel did you not agree to do everything I say?" Caught Mel nodded and Katy said again, "Then turn over."

Reluctantly Mel did and she laid on her back with her eyes shut awaiting Katy's soft hand but they never came. Instead Mel felt soft lips touch hers. Her eyes flew open to discover Katy's deep brown eyes looking back at her as they kissed. Mel was repulsed only for a split second before returning the kiss. Mel wrapped her arms around Katy as she felt the blonde's soft hand explore her tense body. First Katy massaged Mel's tits, then stomach and inner thighs. Finally, Katy dropped her fingers into Mel's now dripping wet pussy

as Mel released her.

"My, my so very tight, it seems this spot needs the most attention of all baby." Katy said with a smile. Mel could only moan in response the pleasure was so incredible. "Or do you want me to stop because this is inappropriate for friends?" Katy asked, throwing Mel's excuse the past few days back at her. 

Mel was too far gone to respond. "I thought so," Katy said. "I think we both know we are much more than friends now baby. Don't think I haven't felt you staring at my ass, or lusting for me when you thought I wasn't looking. Stop fighting it Mel and give into me." Katy said as her thumb found Mel's clit. "Let me pleasure you, let me make you cum." Not long after Mel felt Katy get on the table and straddle her thighs. 

"Look at me lover, open your eyes and look at the body you have been lusting for." Katy said and Mel opened he eyes. Katy was magnificent, her big tits, her toned stomach and between her amazing legs a golden furred slit glistening with arousal. 

Katy smiled, "Do you like my body Mel? I bet you do. Especially these," Katy said playing with her big tits. "All the boys want my tits but I only want you to have them they're all yours if you want baby." Then working her own wet slit she said, "And look how wet you've made me baby, all for you, but first I think it's time you came my dear."

Katy then leaned over Mel and began sucking the red-head's tits and fingering her pussy. Mel quickly became lost in the feeling as Katy worked. When Mel regained use of her arms she grabbed at Katy's tits and began massaging them. Katy moaned in response and moved up Mel's body and kissed her all the while never stopping her fingering. 

As Katy's thumb found Mel's clit she broke the kiss and whispered in Mel's ear, "Oh keep massaging my tits baby that's just how I like it." Then after speeding up her fingers in Mel's pussy she whispered, "Come on baby cum for Katy, you'll feel so good after, just stop fighting and cum for me baby."

Just then Mel felt her world explode as pleasure like she had never known washed over her again and again. Vaguely she felt her pussy clamp down on Katy's small fingers as fluid gushed from her spasming pussy.

"There doesn't that feel better?" Katy asked stroking hair from Mel's face like a mother. 

"Much," Mel said feeling totally relaxed for the first time in weeks.

"Good because I want to do something else, just sit back and enjoy." Mel watched then as Katy moved down the table and buried her face in the red-head's pussy. After that all of Mel's ability to think or speak were gone until she had a screaming orgasm sometime later. 

When Mel recovered she was full of lust for the other woman and rising from the table she picked up Katy and carried her to an adjoining bedroom. As Katy fell on Mel's large bed. She was immediately straddled by the red-head. Mel began kissing and caressing very inch of Katy she could reach. After discovering the sensitivity of her lover's tits Mel made Katy cum just by sucking them. Mel then proceeded to finger Katy to an orgasm before burying her face in the blonde's crotch and eating her to another climax.

"So how was that baby?" Mel asked when she was finished.

"Great, but I got one more surprise for you. Let me go get it."

Katy came back holding a long thick strap-on.

"Oh no, you are not fucking me."

"Of course not, not unless you want it. No this is for me darling I've always wanted to try this. Come here I'll help you put it on."

Mel got up and Katy helped her put on the before lying on the bed with her legs spread and saying, "Come fuck me baby."

Mel need no second invitation and soon had Katy screaming in pleasure as she fucked her new lover. When it was all over the pair lay naked together in each other's arms.

"I dare say thing are going to be a little different around here now." Mel said pulling her lover close.

"Yes, I think so." Katy said.

"Like from now on you sleep in this bed with me every night, this is our bed now baby."

"Yes dear," Katy said with a giggle.

"...And after that we never looked back. We became a full couple although never too openly because of Katy's dad." Mel said concluding her story.

"That was also the last time for a long time I got to be really in charge, not that I'm complaining. I was just glad to get rid of the tension between us." Katy said.

"I agree, but you got plenty of time to be in charge when we would pick up a random guy and boss him around." Mel said in response.

"Yes, those were fun nights in the city. I especially remember that one time Brandon walked in unexpectedly." Katy grinned. 

"Oh, I remember hearing about that one, "Ashley said, "But I'd love to hear it again."

"Sounds like a plan for tomorrow night." Brandon said smirking.



Remember When Ch. 05



Edited by luvtaread

*

"As we all know Katy and Mel used to play a little game in the city called 'break the jerk.' The rules of the game were simple, using Katy as bait they would lure a jerk, usually the biggest womanizer in the place, and take him home. Once there they would turn the tables on him."

"Oh come on Brandon you make us sound like complete bitches, we scouted out the place first and made sure we only did this to a guy who really deserved it." Mel said.

"Yes that is quite true, but can I tell the story?" Brandon asked and Mel nodded.

"Thank you, as I was saying they played the game often especially when in the city. On this particular instance I had dropped into the apartment after a late meeting to get some rest before heading home. I was lying on the bed in the guest room when I heard noises..."

Brandon heard the key turn in the lock and the door open as the group entered. It was not that Katy and Mel were home that alarmed him it was the fact that there was someone with them, an apparently male someone from the sound of the insults being hurled at the stranger.

Brandon immediately realized that he was an accidental witness to the infamous 'break the jerk' game these two liked to play. Although he had heard about it he had never seen it, preferring to stay away from the pair when they got this anti-male.

"This is going to be interesting," Brandon thought to himself.

Brandon heard as tonight's contestant was led to the master bedroom before apparently being stripped and restrained. Brandon then listened as Katy and Mel whipped the man while hurtling more insults at the restrained man. They then left the room telling the man they would return and to be a good boy until they did.

Then the door to the guest room opened and Katy entered smiling with Mel right behind her. They were laughing about something to themselves when Katy spotted Brandon. Mel too spotted him moments later and shutting the door behind them they joined him on the bed.

"Brandon, what are you doing here?" Katy asked

"I, uh, needed to rest before heading home." He said surprisingly nervous.

"Aw." Katy said with a smile seemingly noticing his nerves, "Look Mel I think he's a little frightened." She added as she cuddled up next to him.

"I think so too honey. Which means that the prick in the next room has got to be terrified." Mel said snuggling up to Brandon's other side.

"But you shouldn't be baby," Katy said to him with a kiss.

"Yes, we wouldn't do that to the future father of our babies." Mel said also kissing him.

Brandon now significantly relieved put his arms around the sexily dressed pair and hugged them closer, "Thanks ladies I know I should know better, but there is a reason I have been avoiding you while you play this game."

"We know," Katy said, "But enough about the jerk. Tell us about your day," she said resting her head on his shoulder.

He vented to the pair for the next few minutes. As he spoke he could not resist fondling the pair a little bit. Especially given how much Katy's big tits were on display. Not long after Brandon felt a hand massaging his cock. Soon the conversation faded away and the trio was stripping off each other's clothes.

Once they were naked Katy lay down on the bed and spread her legs for Brandon. He immediately stuffed his hard cock into her wet pussy. Katy would have moaned loudly at this but at that moment Mel's pussy descended onto the blonde's mouth.

Katy's tongue work was faster than Brandon's fucking because not long after Mel had her orgasm. As Brandon continued fucking Katy, Mel got up, gave Katy a kiss, then went to the closet. Brandon then watched in fascination as the red-head went into the closet and pulled out and put on a leather dominatrix outfit. She then went to the dresser and extracted a large strap-on which she also put on.

"She looks good doesn't she?" Katy asked between moans of pleasure and Brandon just nodded as Mel walked over to the bed. 

"Thanks," she said smiling at the compliment before giving each a kiss. "Now you two play nice I have to go punish a very naughty boy."

With that she left and Brandon and Katy listened to her having her way with the man next door while Brandon continued to thrust in and out of Katy. Not long after Katy came Brandon followed, filling her pussy with his cum.

When he had pulled out and she had recovered Katy smiled wickedly.

"What?' Brandon asked.

"Oh nothing I just think our naughty boy could use a snack and I know just the thing." She said looking down at her cum filled hole. Brandon smiled too.

"Katy you wouldn't."

"Normally, probably not, but this one is a real piece of work." Katy said rising from the bed. Before she left she added, "Wait a few minutes then come in and fuck Mel."

Brandon was confused at this but happily complied. As he entered Katy had the man's face buried in her cum filled twat While Mel vigorously fucked him up the ass. When she was finished she pulled out and moving the strap-on aside allowed Brandon to fuck her.

While he fucked her she was sure to moan about a real man's cock. Over the next hour the trio tortured the man before sending him packing with a warning about womanizing any further.

"Well that was fun." Mel said after.

"Yeah and having Brandon really helped, nothing like being shown up in front of another man to crush a jerk."

"Well glad to be of help to the nice girls of the world, but I must be going. My own sweetie awaits."

"...After that you all know the rest."

"That game reminded me of the present we gave Katy for her birthday during our first stay here." Ashley said.

"And of another of my favorite games," Brandon said, "Naughty teacher what so you say we do that one next?"

The three ladies agreed.



Remember When Ch. 06



Edited by luvtaread

*

"It all started when Ashley was working late one night trying to finish up her grading before heading home," Brandon said to the other three the next night. "I entered to find her pouring over a stack of papers..."

Brandon knocked on the door and Ashley looked up to find him standing there. She looked quite stressed but gave him a quick smile.

"Hi darling I'm just trying to finish these up before I head out." She said returning her attention to the papers.

"Sorry to disturb you Mrs. Metcalf, but I was wondering if you could help me with my assignment I don't quite understand it." Brandon said ignoring her comments. As he sat, or rather tried to sit in one of the child sized desks, Ashley looked up at him puzzled.

"Darling I don't..." She said, but Brandon silently got up and set his 'assignment' on her desk on top of the other papers she was grading. Looking down and seeing what written on it she smiled. "I think I can help you with that Jimmy." 

They always used the variation on his middle name for their school games as it made him sound younger. Not that Ashley had any desire to sleep with her students but just like in the cave when they had used variations on Mel and Katy's names they changed Brandon's a bit to for fun.

Brandon smile and said, "Thanks Mrs. M you're the best." For the next few minutes they pretended to work on some assignment, but when that was over Brandon's real assignment began.

"Thank you again Mrs. M you were a real big help I just wish I could thank you somehow," he said moving his hand to her perfect ass and rubbing slightly.

"Ohhh," she said but it came out more a moan than a word. "I think I can think of something Jimmy." Ashley then began unbuttoning her blouse. As she did Brandon moved his hand under the skirt she wore and continued massaging her ass.

Minutes later Ashley's shirt and bra were on the floor and she sat in her desk chair while Brandon was on his knees in front of her massaging and sucking her firm tits. Not long after his hand sought out and found the teacher's dripping wet pussy. He ran his fingers over it before inserting one in her. This drew a long moan from Ashley and after giving her tits on last kiss each he shift his focus.

After bunching up the long skirt and removing her panties Brandon proceeded to bury his face in her wet pussy. Not long after he had started Ashley gripped the back of his head and encouraged him.

"Oh god darling that feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop." Brandon did not stop; in fact he went harder and began sucking on her clit. Seconds later Ashley's body gave in and she exploded in his face. When she had finished coming down from the orgasm Brandon lifted her off the chair and carried her to a nearby empty table.

He then pulled out his painfully hard cock and pushed into her sopping wet hole. Ashley cried out in surprise but soon rode waves of pleasure as Brandon fucked her hard and fast. She came twice before Brandon could hold back no more and came in her wet pussy.

He pulled out and she climbed off the table to clean their juices off of his cock before standing up and kissing him passionately.

"Oh thank you so much darling." Ashley said hugging him close, "I really, really needed that."

"Rough day?" Brandon asked holding his half naked wife to him.

"You have no idea, and I got another thirty tests to finish before tomorrow."

"Can I help?" Brandon asked.

"Seriously?" She asked looking up at him.

"Yeah seriously."

"Well sure, that would be great. Let me just get you set up." Ashley said walking back to her desk and digging through her papers.

"Ah, Ashley?" She looked up at him, "You're shirt and underwear? They're still on the floor and you're still topless. As much as I enjoy the view I don't think you want to risk being walked in on."

Ashley blushed and thanked him before quickly putting the three items back on. Then she went back to the tests. She divided the pile half and gave him half her answer key. However before they got started she took the piece of paper he had given her and quickly scribbled something on it. She then kissed him and handed it to him.

Brandon glanced at it quickly and it said:

Jimmy's assignment:

Help relax the teacher so she can finish her work. Grade A+

Eat teacher's pussy Grade A+

Fuck teacher hard. Grade A+

Overall grade A+++

Teacher's note: Student gets extra points for being the best husband ever.

Brandon smiled before setting to work on the tests Ashley had given him.

"...and that was one of many times Jimmy gave Mrs. Metcalf, or Miss Wesson depending on when he visited, a little help after hours."

"And his teacher was grateful every time he came, he was her favorite student." Ashley said with a smile.

"Would that be because she came every time he visited," Katy joked. Mel gave her a playful smack.

"That reminds me Katy," Brandon said, "I don't think you've told us your most favorite moment yet."

"Oh we've told a few of mine, but my most favorite since you ask is the night you gave me my Kara."

"I agree that is an excellent one why don't I tell that tomorrow."



Remember When Ch. 07



Edited by luvtaread

*

"As you all remember, the time this story takes place was a fun one and very different from our usual situation. We had a new arrival, the nearly one month old Leah, Mel was still on maternity leave, and Ashley was still teaching as her reason to stop wouldn't arrive for another year." Brandon said to the three ladies.

"And you my dear were working away and fighting with Jeff Yates." Mel said.

"And quite enjoying being a daddy, too. Little Leah had you wrapped around her finger from the day she was born." Katy said smiling.

"Yeah well, she wouldn't be the only one, your Kara and my Anna did the same. Brandon loves his little girls and they love him." Ashley said.

"Yes, not that I love the twins any less either, but that's not what tonight's story is about." Brandon said before looking at Katy, "Is it my dear?"

"No, it not," Katy said with a smile, "This is about how you fucked me silly and gave me my darling Kara."

"Indeed. As I was saying, it was one cold February night with a big snow storm rolling in..."

Brandon raced home trying to get back before the weather hit. Even if not for the weather he had ample reasons for reaching home quickly. Three hot horny women were certainly enticement enough, but if that wasn't enough his adorable newborn daughter Leah certainly was. His four favorite ladies in the world awaited him and he wasn't going to spend a minute longer getting home than necessary.

Before he left Ashley had told him that she, Mel, and Katy had stocked up with enough supplies to ride out the expected storm. Brandon was then told to head for Mel and Katy's because if the blizzard was going to be as bad as expected they all wanted to be together in one house. They chose Mel and Katy's because Leah slept better there and they didn't want to possibly be snowed in with an unhappy newborn.

Upon entering the house he was greeted by Katy and Ashley. Not seeing Mel he enquired where she was.

"Upstairs feeding Leah." Katy said, "She just woke and was hungry."

After a brief talk with Ashley and Katy, Brandon headed upstairs and found Mel sitting there breastfeeding Leah. That particular decision had shocked Brandon a little bit given Mel's work plans. Then again it was so Mel to breastfeed her baby and have a career. Either to prove she could or just to push her femininity on people. Silently saying 'Yeah I'm a working mom who breastfeeds, got a problem with it?'

Brandon gave Mel a kiss on the cheek and Leah a kiss on the forehead. The latter ignored him as she was a little busy. 

"How was your day?" Mel asked when he sat down.

"Crazy as usual. Between the weather causing panic and Jeff Yates I had my hands full, but it's the weekend at last. How were things here?"

"Good. Leah, Katy, and I had a fun morning, didn't we Leah?" Mel said asking the last part to the newborn before shifting her to the other breast.

Brandon and Mel talked on while Leah finished feeding. Brandon could tell that although she was thrilled to be off for six weeks and spend time with Leah, she missed work too. She always took interest in the day to day working of Brandon's job, probably more so than the other two. Not that Ashley and Katy weren't supportive, but Mel just understood it better. 

When Leah was finished Mel covered up and passed her to Brandon saying their daughter needed time with daddy. Brandon was grateful. Like Mel making the best of her maternity leave, he had to make the most of his 'daddy time' because he would get only a few years and that would need to last him until Leah and the baby Katy would have were old enough to learn the truth.

For most of the night Brandon held onto and played with Leah. Only letting her go for a few minutes at a time. Not that Katy and Mel minded, they got to spend all day with Leah and were really glad Brandon wanted to spend time with her.

"I can't believe she's nearly as month old." Brandon said after Leah had been put to bed. They were all sitting in the living room talking. "I feel like we should get her something special."

"Look at you," Mel said smiling. "Spoiling her already, I tell you girls I said it the minute she was born and I'll say it again, it's amazing someone so big fits around such a small finger." Mel said chuckling.

"Well I think it's adorable," Katy said. "Besides it's hard to blame him, thanks to us he gets so little daddy time before he has to say goodbye for a long time."

"Yes, but that was his choice." Mel said firmly.

"And I'm okay with it ladies; as long as I get to maximize my daddy time and spoiling now. Besides I luck out, I get to miss the teen years because by the time Leah learns the truth she should be nearly free of teenageness."

"Oh no you don't get to skip out of the teen years buddy that's where we'll be counting on your help most. Especially since she's more likely to confide in you and Ashley than us because you're the cool neighbors and not the boring parents." Mel said.

"I know I know, just kidding, and Ashley and I will be glad to do it. Now back to my present what should it be?"

"I got an idea," Katy said smiling. She got up and crossed over to him and sat on his lap. She then leaned in and whispered in his ear. "How about a baby sister or brother?"

Brandon looked at her and said, "Katy you're not... I mean not yet right?"

"No," she said quietly, "but it's my fertile time stud and this weekend is a good a time as any to try."

"Well," Brandon said, "Why not?" Then to the other two he asked, "You two alright with that?"

"Well I can't say I'm thrilled about giving up my husband for the weekend, but it's for a good cause so sure." Ashley said.

Brandon looked at Mel and she said, "What are you asking me for? You know if there are two people I spoil it's Katy and Leah and this benefits both so knock my wife up good you stud you."

Brandon turned to Katy and said, "It looks like you're on my little nymph, you ready for me to get you pregnant?"

Katy nodded excitedly and said, "Oh yes I can't wait to see my belly swell with our baby."

"I hope this works," Brandon said, "Unlike with Mel I did not exactly abstain."

Katy glared at him and said, "True, but you have been keeping up with the three of us, which I might add included a very pregnant Mel who got quite horny near the end of her pregnancy. Besides you have all weekend and in my opinion you had Mel good and pregnant that first night, you'll be fine baby. Now if you all will excuse me I'm headed upstairs to get ready to get pregnant. Work out amongst yourselves what the rest of you will be doing, all I know is I want to be pregnant by the end of the weekend."

Katy left and after a brief discussion the other three had a plan in mind and headed up to execute it. 

Ashley and Brandon headed for the bedroom while Mel diverted to check on Leah one last time before her part in the plan. When Brandon and Ashley arrived in the master bedroom they found a naked Katy posed provocatively on the bed awaiting them. As agreed Ashley stripped off her clothes and began caressing and fondling the horny blonde. Meanwhile Brandon stripped off his clothes and watched his wife tease the prospective mom toward orgasm.

As Katy approached climax a few minutes later Brandon was joined by a naked Mel who sat on his lap and joined him in watching the show.

"Our wives seem to be enjoying each other wouldn't you say?" Mel asked him.

"Yes, I would say so, how's our little angel doing?" Brandon asked not taking his eye off the sexy blonde and brunette writhing together on the bed.

"Fast asleep, but it's nearly feeding time." Mel replied and Brandon knew how Mel knew, he looked down and sure enough saw he signs that Mel was starting to be rather full. 

Brandon teased her by giving her nipples a squeeze and milk shot out making Mel moan.

"Don't," she said, "That feels good but you're wasting your daughter's snack."

He apologized but it was nearly drowned out by Katy's scream of delight.

"That's our cue," Mel said standing up and helping Brandon to his feet. As he rose Brandon quickly marveled at the red-head's body. For a woman who had had a baby not that long ago Mel looked pretty good. She still had a bit of uncharacteristic fat around her mid section, butt, and thighs. However beside that, her obviously larger boobs, and a slight swell of her hips it was hard to tell. Honestly Mel looked as good if not better than most moms looked six months after having their baby. She definitely fell into the category of a very sexy MILF.

When Mel and Brandon reached the bed they took over for Ashley. This was the one part of the plan that was non-negotiable. Ever since Brandon had had Katy 'help' him get Mel pregnant both women had insisted the same for when it was Katy's turn. So when Brandon had lined up with Katy's wet pussy Mel straddled him and after he gripped her tight from behind she began guiding his thrusts in and out of the tiny blonde. 

It was an interesting experience to say the least as they both had their own ways of fucking the blonde. While they were similar they were also rather different. Eventually Mel and Brandon found a rhythm that worked for both and it was clearly evident that Katy was in heaven.

Together Brandon and his sexy helper fucked Katy to numerous orgasms. Which of course was another problem spot as Mel had never had too deal with the feeling of a tight pussy clenching around her shaft, Brandon had however and was expertly able to avoid cumming but had to slow Mel's pace a bit to accommodate this. Eventually though Katy's orgasms took their toll and Brandon felt he had to cum soon. He gave Mel the signal that he was close.

To which he red-head responded by crying out, "It's coming baby are you ready, are you ready to be a mommy?"

"Oh, yeah baby, give it to me, give me your cum, make me a mommmmmy!" Katy screamed out in delight. Unable to hold back any longer he came hard into the blonde's fertile pussy. This caused both Mel and Katy to explode as well. As the pleasure overtook them they all collapsed and lay together.

When the pleasure had worn down both Katy and Mel kissed him.

"Thanks for our baby." They said in unison before snuggling against him. Not long after the sounds of a baby crying came over the baby monitor on the bedside table and Mel reluctantly rose.

"Duty calls, and about time too," Mel said, "I was getting really full." She put on a robe and left saying, "Have fun you two. See you tomorrow." Ashley too bade them goodnight and followed Mel.

Katy raised her hips with a pillow and grinned at Brandon. "So do you think Leah knows she's about to get a baby sister or brother?"

"Katy, you know that we can't be sure of that after one time..."

"I know," She said then her mischievous smile returned, "Guess we'll have to try again, and again, and again..." Brandon felt himself go hard at the thought as he rolled over back on top of the blonde.

"Oh we will my dear don't you worry about that my little nymph when I'm done your little belly is going to be plenty swollen with my baby. How does that sound?"

"Execellent" She moaned as he pushed into her, "And I must say I like this side of you. I daresay our stud has a thing for pregnant girls."

"Maybe I do."

"Good because I know another very pretty girl who wants to be nice and pregnant like me soon. Then you'll have two of us swollen with your babies to keep satisfied how does that sound?"

"Like a lot of fun, I can't wait." Brandon said pumping into the blonde harder, "But before we worry about Ashley let's get you pregnant babe." Brandon said.

"Mmmm" Katy moaned in reply, "I like that idea. Fill me with your cum again baby."

"...And as you all know that's exactly what we did."

"Yes, and I remember that time after when it was my turn and Katy had the first signs of her baby bump." Ashley said.

"Yes," Katy added, "and I was right about his little fetish, my god was Brandon horny that whole year between Mel starting the year off pregnant, her milk filled tits, and our pregnancy it was easy to get relief when he was around."

"Not to mention he had plenty of willing outlets." Mel said.

"Hey you guys are lucky I didn't react the other way." Brandon said, "Although how any man could is a mystery, especially you three you have had to be the hottest moms to be in the Chicagoland area and are still the some of the hottest milfs in the area too."

"Even though were grandmas now." Ashley said, "And don't think we didn't know how lucky we were, especially me. Let's just say if I hadn't seen you with Katy and Mel first I might have been scared off by the horror stories from other teachers. I've known some colleagues who practically had to beg their husbands for it near the end. In some cases I pondered letting them use Brandon, but decided against it figuring it might throw things off balance. Besides helping someone cheat, even for the right reasons, is immoral."

They all pondered this for a second before Brandon asked, "So ladies what next?"

"Oh I think that obvious," Ashley said. "Remember that friend Katy was telling you about in her story I think I want to hear about how she got pregnant."

"Of course, "Brandon said with a smile, "I love that story as much as this one and since none of us is tired I say we tell that tonight."



Remember When Ch. 08



Edited by luvtaread

*

"Not long after the snowy weekend Katy got the good news that she was pregnant, but it was a few more months before Ashley was ready. So as the school year was wrapping up I arrived home to a strange sight..."

Brandon had no sooner entered his home than Katy rushed up to him and said, "Hurry doctor it's the patient upstairs she's critical." 

Katy was wearing her sexy nurse outfit that told him some sort of game was going on and if he was right it was one of his favorites. He followed Katy upstairs to the master bedroom and found Ashley faking some kind of sickness there.

"Mrs. Metcalf this is Dr. Love I think he can cure you." 

Upon hearing Dr. Love, Brandon smiled, he liked this game.

"Yes, miss what seems to be the problem?"

"I'm so hornnnny," Ashley said in a moan that was more lustful than pain filled.

"Well I don't imagine a woman like you has much trouble getting that problem fixed, does your husband relieve you regularly?"

"Yes, but more than that there is this stomach pain I have."

"Doctor she needs your really special treatment," Katy said rubbing her slightly swollen belly and Brandon understood the real point of this game. 

"I see, miss when was the last time you ovulated?" Brandon asked trying to confirm his suspicions in a clinical matter to satisfy the game.

"Last month, but I should be doing so any day now." Ashley said.

"I see and do you and your husband use contraception?" Brandon asked again.

"Not lately I went off the pill a while ago because it was causing a reaction. So we use condoms if we remember but..."

"I see," Brandon said cutting her off. "Well the way I see it miss is that your horniness is natural for a woman in heat as is the pain you described. To put it frankly your body wants a baby and needs one soon."

"But my husband is out of town." Ashley said.

"Well there is another solution," Brandon said, "I could do it, if you need references just ask Katy here." Upon hearing her name Katy revealed her slight baby bump to Ashley and let the brunette rub it, not long after Ashley agreed to accept his help. She had only one condition, she wanted a solo session with the doctor. Katy agreed and silently left the room.

Brandon kissed and caressed Ashley as he undressed her. Once she was naked Brandon ate her to a crashing orgasm before he stripped off his own clothes and positioned himself between her open thighs.

Before he pushed in he looked down at his beautiful wife and smiled. He bent down and kissed her. She embraced him and returned the kiss and Brandon felt that warmth of their strong love envelope him once more.

When the kiss broke Brandon realized that despite the fact that he had done this twice before this one was somehow even more special because his connection to Ashley was that much stronger. Katy and Mel had been fun but this was something else entirely. Ashley's legs pushed against his back and he was shaken out of his thoughts and focused on the task at hand. 

Brandon looked down at Ashley and as he looked into her eyes knew that she understood what he felt but was anxious to get started. Brandon slowly buried his shaft into his wife's fertile pussy knowing that the result of this would be a child that would be fully his from now on. No agreements would ever take this child away. As he began thrusting he also realized that his was the first time he really hoped for a boy. In light of Katy and Mel's unique situation he knew that although he would love to have a son it was better that both babies be girls. So far Mel's had gone according to that plan and they would know soon if Katy's did too. 

However with Ashley he would at last be a full time daddy and he really wanted a son. Not that a daughter wouldn't be good as well, Leah had taught him that. Brandon focused on Ashley and just got lost in the pleasure. Unlike with Katy and Mel it was very quiet and subdued, but what it lacked in vocal fireworks it made up for in emotional ones. 

Brandon and Ashley silently communicated as they thrust together and when they at last could take it no longer they both exploded together and Brandon felt shot after shot of hot cum rocket into Ashley's waiting pussy. As he came he felt her pussy contract and release around his shaft, making him pump his cum deep into her fertile womb where it would soon, hopefully, create new life.

When the waves of pleasure had finished washing over them the pair collapsed to the bed and just cuddled together. Before they drifted off to a sex induced sleep Brandon felt Ashley shift onto her back and elevate her hips. Brandon cuddled against her and kissed her before drifting off.

"...of course we did it several more times that weekend and we found out a few weeks later that we were successful."

"That was beautiful," Mel said and Katy nodded, "But I'd expect nothing less from you two."

"Thanks," Ashley said, "And sorry about not getting your boy."

"Don't be I wouldn't trade Annie for anything, besides I got twin boys a year later so it all worked out. Besides it was fun to see the mini versions of my three favorite ladies grow up. The all looked so much like you three acted like you too Leah the driven red-head, Kara the fun loving blonde, and Annie the caring brunette."

"Ah, but they all had a little bit of their daddy in there too, not to mention they all benefited from that tall gene you have." Katy said.

Brandon smiled thanked them before asking, "Okay ladies what next? I think we've used up the pregnant stuff for a bit. Not to mention speaking of the kids, Leah's coming with her family tomorrow to start off that rotation of our kids and grandkids."

The others smiled and nodded. The next month or so would see the house full of the kids and their families. Leah being the oldest always came down first. Then Kara and Anna, still doing everything together even into adulthood, came down next for a week. Finally the twins and their families visited the week before the annual family weekend. Brandon always said the place was big enough for all five kids and their families to come at the same time but schedules never seemed to work out to get a full week together, so he settled for a weekend.

Of course this new development meant that their nights of reminiscing would have to take a break or at least a different tone for a while.

*

This is the end for a while I still have some ideas, but I want to stop to work on other projects for a while. I may continue if there is enough requests for it, also if you have ideas let me know and I may work it into a chapter of this story. Thanks again for reading 

PS



Remember When Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Our First Time

Three and a half months have gone by since we first met. We saw each other as often as we could. We talked every day. You had become an important part of my life. The winter was unseasonably warm up until New Year’s weekend. A bad snowstorm was in the forecast. We both were scared that if I waited until Saturday to go to visit you, I wouldn’t be able to make it. It was decided; I was going up on Friday. 

We had a wonderful evening together. Then again, we always do. I had grown to care a great deal for you and knew I was falling for you in a way that I had only read about. I knew I had never felt like this before and it scared me a bit. 

We just relax. It feels so great to be with you again. Spending Thanksgiving and Christmas apart was really difficult for me. The holidays are times when people who care about each other should be together. Of course we both had responsibilities to our children and families that kept us apart. The Christmas card you sent me made me cry. Remember what it said? I do and I’ll remember it forever. “This is the last Christmas we’ll spend apart.” I couldn’t help but cry when I read that. It really comforted me to know that you felt the same about me.

Your roommate is at home, but that didn’t bother me. We exchanged Christmas gifts. I still can’t drink a cup of tea without thinking about how special you are. Oh and the Auden poems are simply the best. I read them often and always think of you. 

You take my hand and we go to your room where you just hold me so tight. It’s dark outside now and the only light in the room is very faint. Your smile shines and really lights up the room. It’s cold, but I’m burning with a fire that can’t be extinguished. 

You kiss me and say that you’ll be right back. This gives me an idea, but I have to hurry. I turn on the light and quickly shed my jeans and sweater. I slip on a long, red, silk nightgown. I love the way silk feels against my bare skin. It’s so soft and sensuous. I lay down on your bed on my side facing the door. It seems like forever before you return, but I know it was only a couple of minutes. 

The look on your face is everything that I could’ve hoped for. You ask me to stand up and the gown falls gracefully over my body. I’m finding it hard to breathe because the excitement is growing inside me. 

You kiss me and back me to the bed. I help you undress while I return your kisses. How I love the feel of your body next to mine. You turn the light off, but there is still the light glow. I love that look. It just seems to fit the mood. Your hands are soft and loving as they caress me. Every touch of yours sends shivers all over me. My desire and need for you continues to grow. 

Your hands cup my breasts through the soft silk. Your hands run down my sides to my legs. I want you so badly. I hold you close to me, kissing your neck and chest. You slowly start to rub my pussy. You comment on how wet I am. I just smile knowing that you are the cause of that. The desire that I have for you is overwhelming.

You can read my mind. You know I want you to make love to me; you say not yet. I am in a playful mood. You see this and lightly spank me. I moan in pleasure. Your fingers continue rubbing my clit. You start to finger-fuck me. I clinch your fingers as I start to cum. I bite my lip trying not to scream out too loudly. You are incredible.

When my orgasm subsides, you wrap your arms around me. I snuggle up with you, still being a little playful. As though I read your mind, I pulled away from you. You looked at me with a puzzled look, until you felt my hand around your cock. I positioned myself to where I could look up at you and lowered my mouth around your cock. You tasted wonderful (and still do). The look on your face was one of ecstasy. That was all I needed to see. 

I concentrated on your wonderful cock. Exploring every inch with my mouth, tongue, and hands. I started slowly, allowing me to get used to you. I felt your hands on my head; your touch was so loving. You felt great in my mouth. I don’t know why I waited so long for this. Every now and then I would look up to you. The look on your face cannot be described. I continued to slowly suck, but I didn’t want you to cum. I still wanted to feel you in my pussy, even though I knew you weren’t ready for that…or were you?

I reluctantly pulled away from you and eased my body up. I kissed you so hard while pulling my nightgown up to my waist. I told you that I wanted you. You asked me what was stopping me. I smiled and slid myself down on your hard cock. Oh what a wonderful feeling. My god, you felt wonderful. 

I know you felt the same way. The look on your face told me that and much more. You had told me that it would be special, and special just doesn't say enough. There isn't any words in the English language to describe that moment. 

We enjoyed the moment and we wanted it to last. So slow and easy, just getting used to our coupling. I wish I could describe what I felt, but I just can't. I remember it so well, yet I don't think I'll ever be able to describe it fully. 

I knew I wouldn't be able to stay on my knees like I was for much longer; you knew as well. We had started to be able to read each other's bodies several weeks prior. You rolled me over and I wrapped my long legs around you, pulling you to me. You kissed me hard. I begged you to fuck me. Again, you had read my mind. No sooner had I said it, you fucked me hard. You never cease to amaze me. You are really incredible. 

It wasn't long before my body started to react to yours. I started to cum, hard and fast. You would ease up slightly to let me catch my breath, then continue. I have no idea how many orgasms I had that night. 

We continued to fuck and you started moaning louder. Finally, you released and came inside me. I soon followed with a powerful orgasm of my own. All I can say is "WOW!" You are simply amazing. 

We stayed locked together for a few brief moments before you rolled over and pulled me close to you. Your arms felt great around me. 

It was at that moment I knew what was special about that night. It wasn't the great sex we had; it was at that moment, when you held me, that I knew without a doubt that I had fallen in love with you. 

Before drifting off to sleep in your arms, I whispered to you that I loved you. While you didn't say anything and I wasn't sure you felt as deeply about me as I did about you, I knew that you cared a great deal for me and that was enough for me. 

Two weeks later, I called you upset and you consoled me over the phone. You told me what a wonderful and strong person I am. You also told me that I could get through anything that was thrown at me. The most important thing that you told me was "I love you." I wasn't sure I heard you correctly, so I asked you to repeat it. When you did, you stressed it more. What a glorious feeling it is to know that the person you have given your heart to has done the same to you. 

Our love for each other has continued to grow, and I have no doubt that it will continue to do so. We continue to grow as individuals and as a couple. We continue to explore each other and to challenge each other. We continue to support each other and to be there for each other. The most important thing of all is that we continue to talk to each other, about our day to day lives, our fantasies, our hopes, our struggles, our desires. I'm very lucky to have you in my life. I couldn't be happier.



Remember When We Were Young



His thoughts were completely on her, as usual. As he carefully, and strategically placed items around the room, he mentally played out the scenario – wanting, as always, for his script to go perfectly. His desire, to achieve a level of bliss and sexual satisfaction for his partner that they had only achieved on rare and magical occasions. There was a time, in the not so distant past, when passion - consuming, feverish, and sometimes dangerous - was the rule, and not the exception. 

He thought of a few of those times now. 

He remembered, in college, when she had been intoxicated at the fraternity house. He understood her game, of course. They had broken up just recently before. She loved her future husband, and would do anything to help convince him that he should respond in kind. How he had hurt her during those times, those younger years before marriage. He recalled how strange it felt to see her dancing so closely with the hulking – linebacker, offensive lineman? He had noted the the firm grip of his hands on her buttocks, the grinding of his pelvis against her stomach, and the tongue exploring every part of her offered mouth. He understood clearly from that this man would have no satisfaction until he took her, roughly and completely. She had drunk four or five beers, which was plenty enough, given her light constitution, to cause her to risk her then-virginity, her safety. Given the player's importance to the team, rape wouldn't even be the case – just two drunk college kids having sex. He knew she wouldn't be able to extricate herself, once they made their way upstairs to the frat house bedrooms. He hesitated, considering following to see how the situation would develop. It was a tantalizing prospect, the idea of surepticiously watching this inebriated brute ravage this girl - HIS girl. He also knew that he would feel horribly guilty later if he were to allow it to happen, knowing that her efforts were to make him jealous. He believed her when she told him that only he had been intimate, to any degree with her. He decided that he couldn't live very well with himself if he did nothing to prevent what was clearly aligning to become a potential rape. This guy, who he had met on a couple of occasions, took pride in how much he could get a girl to do with him while intoxicated. He could easily envision him forcing his cock into each of her orifices, violently fucking her in every way, shoving himself into her mouth, then pussy, then asshole. He knew that, as with other conquests, he would then offer her to some of his closer 'buds' on the team - slapping their shoulders and telling them they owed him one for his 'gift'. Then, left in the aftermath of the ordeal, the girl would have been changed, irrevocably scarred, likely far removed from the woman he'd come to love and eventually marry.

He had acted, approaching her and demanding that she come to the car to get her keys. The hulk turned to him, eyes narrowing in recognition that something was not in accordance with his plan. Glowering, posturing menacingly, he growled "She better be back soon." But she did not return, transported instead to her future husband's dorm room, after a brief stop at the bathroom to vomit up the alcohol remaining in her stomach.

He then thought of a later time, just before they were married, when he was living at Randy's apartment. She had been influenced by some secondary pot smoke on that evening, which would explain why her inhibitions had been lowered, then removed completely. He didn't know what the combination of factors were that caused her to become so incredibly turned on - rabid with her own desire. She had been vocally demanding, tearing her clothes off and directing - no, ordering him on precisely what to do and how she needed him to do it. When he moved too slowly she grabbed his pants, swearing as she ripped them down his legs. Then she had grabbed his underwear, almost tearing them off in her feverish haste. She had thrown herself back onto the bed, spreading her lovely legs, imploring him to "fuck me hard - now". Then, when the missionary position seemed to not provide enough satisfaction, she had pushed him backward, mounting him and dropping immediately onto his cock, slamming up and down until, amidst grunts and profanity, she had thrust upward just before her pussy showered him with her juices. He had relished the extreme level of intensity, would give anything to resurrect the passion in his wife once more. His efforts now were in fact part of that drive to rekindle the desperate, needful, sexual energy that she had demonstrated on that occasion. He wanted her to know how much he desired that animalistic sexuality she had sometimes revealed. He paused, ruminating for a moment on a night when she had crawled on top of him, lowered her mouth to his ear and whispered "I want you to shove your cock into my cunt, right now." Where had that come from? How did this sweet, seemingly innocent woman transform into the sexual vixen in the blink of an eye? He was thrilled then, and thinking of it even now brought pleasure shivers and a growning hardness in his jeans. 

He waited for her now, clinging to the hope that somehow, the passion could be ignited again.