0 comments/ 36975 views/ 1 favorites Ryan By: PenanceS I was alone at last. My parents had taken off for Cancun and left me home for the first time in months. I called up Angela, my girlfriend, but she wasn’t available, a church function or some shit like that. So here I was all by myself. My parents had DTV, but it was still blasé, even with three hundred or so channels to chose from. I wanted something better to do with my time, I thought about writing a book or something but I’d done enough writing in my school to choke a horse, so to say, and there wasn’t anything that really caught my attention to write about, so I was bored out of my mind. The other thing that seemed to really tick me off was the fact that my girl was off god knew where with a bunch of religious fanatics and I couldn’t even contact her. She’d told me that the retreat didn’t have phone service. My girl, even thinking about her made my cock throb in anticipation and I wanted to be with her. Everything that I did, now days seemed to make me think of her and I had no clue how to stop it. I would go to the fridge and try to get something to eat, see a carrot or zucchini and then go nuts remembering the time that she got naked for me and slid the entire fucking thing up her twat! My balls suddenly decided they needed to have a little fun with me and they would try to tighten up. That was that, I needed sex and I needed it badly, there was no if’s, ands, or butts (pun intended). I raced up to my room knowing that I had a particular mission in so doing. I raced through the door and closed it behind me. I slid over to my bed, flopping down and letting my body try and relax against the excitement that I was feeling at the moment. My hand wandered inside of my slacks almost on its own accord, I could feel the coarseness of my hair and as I gently entwined it around my fingers. I lifted my buttocks and I slid my pants down the rest of the way, letting them fall around my legs, my jockey shorts hanging loosely by one ankle, pressed so carefully on that pretentious perch. I could feel as I gently placed my hand against my cock, the soothing feeling that my skin had as it rubbed against itself. I picked my hand up and started to grasp my cock ever so slowly. I could feel my blood as it rushed through my veins and played like Braille against my fingers. It felt so good just to hold it there and feel as it played against my fingers feeling my pulse in the palm of my hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to gently slide my foreskin back, revealing my pink cock head, birthing it into some sort of light. My conscious was telling me to speed it up, and that I wanted to try and enjoy myself. I followed orders and started to jerk off again and this time I let myself go, feeling my hand as it gave me the gentle friction that I so wanted. I felt as my balls shrunk again, and this time knew they were going to go ahead and do it, I wanted them to do it, let me feel that gentle pleasure pain that would herald my release. I picked up the pace, realizing a little too late that I had forgotten to bring something to clean off with. I could feel as my cum started to brim up the penile duct and the heavenly spasms that would give me exactly what it was that I wanted. I was so close… My buttocks lifted off the bed and I leaned over, hunching over myself as I pretended to hunch over a woman. In seconds I could feel the spurts of joy that heralded an orgasm and I could feel as my seed started to shoot out spilling over the back of my hand and ooze down my arm. In that warming moment as I felt closure in my ever thankful balls, relief was churned into panic I heard a car door slam … “Hello, Ryan?” Angela’s sweet voice called over to me… “My parents said that they wanted to meet you so I figured that I’d come over and see you as a surprise! Don’t worry I have my key...” Ryan © All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means ( electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise)), without the prior expressed written permission of the author. Hi, guys. I finally decided to dip my toe into the pond and post my first story. I like to build characters, hope you like them as much as I do. Feel free to leave a comment, the good and the bad. I'd appreciate it if you'd rate my submission and tell your friends if you like it. Thanks. - Danielle Marie Carter was big on the oldies and right now she was playing an old Sam Cooke song, Another Saturday Night, in her head. She'd been a fan of the oldies since she was a kid, mostly due to the influence of her parents. She didn't know how the refrain got stuck in her head today, but it had gone viral. It was Saturday afternoon, but instead of getting ready for a date like most young women her age, Dani was hanging out at a building supply store happy as a lark and playing a song in her head that was older than she was. Her sister Crystal would be dismayed. Crystal thought Dani was some type of anomaly. She had on a number of occasions suggested that her baby sister had a severely stunted sexual gene. Dani never took offense, she just didn't understand why every female in her circle thought she needed a man, especially her mother. If men were the best thing since sliced bread, surely someone had forgotten to give her the memo. So far, they'd been a lot of work for little return. Of course Crystal disagreed about almost everything Dani said on the subject of men. Without a doubt, her big sister had a lot more experience, but Dani wasn't convinced that Crystal had all the answers. True, Dani wasn't as sexed up as most of the women she knew, but she'd felt sparks from time to time. Contrary to what her sister seemed to believe, she had more than her fair share of dates. However, she wasn't convinced that sexual attraction was all it was claimed to be and she wasn't looking for a hook up. Still a virgin, Dani didn't think those few stirrings of passion was enough to justify taking the plunge and letting some guy inside her panties. She felt there ought to be more. It wasn't that she thought herself too good for them, she just didn't want to settle. If there was a guy out there who could set her on fire, she wanted to wait for him. She owed that to herself and to him. At twenty four, Dani acknowledged that she'd never had what you could call a real boyfriend, someone she wanted to date exclusively. Nor had she dated the same guy beyond a few weeks. She found out quickly that guys her age were pretty impatient. They always wanted to put the horse before the cart and when she drew the line, they hadn't taken it all that well. As a matter of fact, she'd been called a tease on more than one occasion. Although Dani was young, she wasn't stupid. She knew that calling a woman a tease was a ploy guys used to get what they wanted. But, once a guy threw that word at her, she showed him the door and didn't look back, not even when they offered an apology. She didn't play games and she didn't like being played. It wasn't like she hadn't dated nice guys, it's just that there weren't any sparks. She, at one point, thought that there might be something wrong with her. She'd kept that assessment to herself, putting up a front, especially with Crystal. But, after a few days of analyzing her feelings, she decided there wasn't anything to fix, she just hadn't found the right guy. So, here she was in Lowes, happy and at peace with herself. She loved not only Lowes, but all the big box stores. It wasn't that she was some kind of home improvement diva, but there was definitely something about the place that just enthralled her, something else she'd never tell her sister. The big box stores provide a lot of inspiration for decorating her home and she'd learned how to refurnish and repurpose items to make her place something that made her proud. It didn't hurt that she loved decorating, but that's not what brought her to Lowes this day, it was her love of art. After looking around a bit and not finding what she was looking for, Dani asked a store employee for help. She was directed to the building supply department where she located an acrylic panel to suit her needs. It was very large, but since this store had a cutting machine, that wouldn't be a problem. She was already an avid painter in the mediums of acrylic and oil, but she wanted to branch out into watercolor and needed a non-porous lightweight surface on which to mount the paper. Looking around, she realized that there was no one in the department to help her, but, she noticed a red call button on the frame of the cutting stall. Just as she was about to buzz for assistance, she had the odd feeling that she was being watched. Dani turned her head to the right and caught sight of him. Her first thought was, "He can't be looking at me." Quickly looking to her left, she saw an elderly couple about five feet away with their backs to her, but no one else. Looking back, trying not to be obvious, Dani saw the guy walking in her direction. He was carrying two cans of paint, his stride was confident and purposeful. Something about him reminded her of a big jungle cat. For one crazy second she thought of beating a hasty retreat and coming back for the panel another day. Then she realized how ridiculous she was being. It was just a man, what could he do in a crowded store; throw her down on the floor and have his way with her? She almost uttered an embarrassing giggle with that thought. The last thing she wanted was to be caught staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights, everyone knew what happened to them. Although, if this sexy hunk of man was going to slam into her body, Dani didn't think she'd try that hard to dodge him. Trying to gain control of her runaway imagination, Dani turned back to her acrylic panel. However, removing it from it's stall was proving to be harder than she'd considered. It wasn't that heavy, she was just too short to get it out of the stall. She was yanking on it and cursing in her head when she heard, "Let me help you with that." She didn't need to turn around to know who it was, she just couldn't stop herself. When she looked his way, her heart practically jumped into her throat. He'd put the paint cans down and was heaving the panel out of it's storage sleeve and onto the floor before she could blink. Then, he did the most amazing thing, he leaned against the cutting stall and smile at her. "Oh, shit," Dani thought. Close up he was massive; tall, ruggedly handsome, with smoldering green eyes. He wore camo pants, a tight olive drab tee shirt that accentuated his rippling muscles, a pair of tan construction boots, with a pair of aviator glasses tucked into the neck of the tee. His blond hair was cut in a close military style. He had a dimple in his right cheek that winked when he smiled and the most gorgeous green eyes. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if women still swooned in this day and age. Caught by the absurdity of that thought, she almost groaned out loud. -- Ryan came to Lowes to do his sister a favor. Haley was pregnant with her first child and was anxious to get the baby's room completed. Her husband, Matt, was out of town on business and she wanted to surprise him with the completed room. She knew Matt would be pissed if she took on the job herself, so she'd called him. Ryan was happy to do the job for her and after getting the paint sample, headed out to Lowes. He had just gotten the paint mixed and was about to head to check out when he saw her. His first thought was, "Damn!" Followed closely by, "I hope like hell she isn't married." Ryan was too far away to tell if she had on a ring, but he'd know soon enough, he thought, as he started walking toward her. When he'd gotten closer, she turned his way and looked like she was about to bolt, but she must have plucked up her courage, because here she was standing before him. Dani knew that she was staring, but could do little about it. Her mind was racing, but the rest of her was at a total standstill not willing to obey any signals coming from her brain. She wondered for a second if this was what people called being shell shocked. She saw him and before she knew it, he was filling up the space around her. "Hi, I'm Ryan Sinclair," he said, nudging Dani out of her almost comatose state. It was a voice that was warm and slightly husky. He offered Dani his hand, noting her hesitation. After looking at it like it was a live grenade, Dani regained some composure and hastily shook his hand. It was a large hand, slightly calloused with long thick fingers. "Oh, hi. My name is Danielle Carter. Thanks for the help," she replied nervously. Ryan saw right away that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring and he was relieved, but that didn't mean that she didn't have a boyfriend. He still felt good about the situation. Boyfriends could be serious or not, but when it came to married or engaged women, they were totally off limits. He knew that she wasn't sure what to make of him. She didn't know him from Adam, but he took it as a good sign that she hadn't immediately sped down the the aisle, not that a woman has ever had that reaction to him before. Ryan wasn't vain, but he knew that women were attracted to him. "Look, I know this might seem a little strange," he allowed, trying to put her at ease, "but, I didn't want to risk the chance that I might not see you again. I've been coming to Lowes for years and I've never seen you before, so that's a real possibility. Would you go out with me, to dinner or a movie?" he asked, adding, "Time and place of your choosing." Dani considered herself a fairly good judge of people, except for a slip up a couple of years ago. Hearing no 'Stranger danger' bells going off, she decided to take the chance. It's was only a date and there would be plenty of people around. She gave him a little smile, deciding to go with her instincts. "I'd like that. A movie would be great." She could see that he was pleased. "How about tonight?" he suggested. When he saw her shocked expression, he held up his hand, palm towards her to stave off her protest and said, "I know, I know. I said you could choose the time and place. I'm just hoping the time is tonight. I'm still open to you choosing the place," he grinned. Smiling back at him, Dani thought, "I am so in trouble." "Tonight is fine," she capitulated . "There's an AMC theater over on the next block. That's where I usually go." The AMC movie complex was part of a five-year development for the county which included, restaurants and stores. The place was huge and even included an I-Max 3-D theater. Ryan had been there many times himself. He quickly agreed and asked if there was anything in particular she wanted to see. She said, without hesitating, "Fast and Furious. It starts at six thirty. I was planning to see it in the next couple of days anyway. I've already seen the other films in the series, might as well complete the set. Besides, Vin Diesel is hot," she said, then cringed at her boldness. Truth to tell, he was much hotter than Vin Diesel could ever hope to be. "Damn, I've got competition already," Ryan groused. Dani's breath wanted to leave her body on a moan at that comment, but she choked it off . She made plans to meet Ryan at the complex. After all, she didn't know him yet and there was nothing wrong with a little caution, no matter the good feeling she had. She wanted more time with him before she invited him to her home. They talked a little longer and exchanged phone numbers. Ryan then pick up the paint cans, said goodbye to Dani and headed to the check out. After he left, Dani pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. Sexually stunted? Not a chance. She was definitely getting good vibrations from him. -- Ryan found himself whistling on the way to his truck. He wasn't sure he believed in luck, but he wasn't about to questioned it now. He smiled when he thought of Danielle. She looked cute with her dark brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. Her deep chocolate eyes were framed with long lashes that fanned her upper cheeks when she looked down. She was about 5 ft. 6 in. tall, maybe 120-125 pounds. She wore black jeans that hugged her firm round ass, but weren't too tight. She made his mouth water. Yeah, he was an ass man. The Harley Davidson tee-shirt she wore accentuated her high, firm breasts, 36c's definitely. He wondered what they'd taste like, what they'd feel like cupped in his big hands. Ryan sprouted an erection at that thought and had to adjust himself before he got into his truck where she still consumed his thoughts. Her skin was the warm color of coffee with a generous helping of cream. It was smooth and immensely lickable. He'd dated black women before and hadn't hesitated to approach her. He liked women, all colors, shapes and nationalities. He was looking forward to their date, what he hoped would be the first of many. Ryan and Friends When I got home last Monday the house was empty. My husband left last night to do a week long trip to England. He is working out a new project plan for one of his customers located in London. I am looking forward to the new project. It should give me a chance to spend a few weeks over there and I know his customer Eric has been planning to have me do some work for them. My boss has told me he would give me the time off as long as he is able to participate in what is going on. See my story "Best Friday Ever" if you want to know more about this. Anyway I was home alone having a glass of wine and sitting in the Jacuzzi listening to some music. I got a call from Ryan. Ryan has been to a few of our parties even though he was only 16 when he first started coming to our parties; he just had a birthday and is now 18. He tells me, him and a few of his friends were playing video games but that his PlayStation just broke and was wondering if they could come over and use ours. I tell him sure but he will need to give me a little while. I tell him that I am out back in the Jacuzzi nude and will need to get dressed. He tells me he prefers me nude but they would give me some time to get ready. I am sure that there is nothing wrong with his game system. I think he just wanted to come over to play around. I head inside to get dressed. When I get up stairs, I think to myself I should have asked him who was coming over. I wondered if I should put something revealing on or should I wear normal clothes. I decide that he would not have planned to come over without the idea that we would play around, so I go with an outfit made for playing around in. I start by putting on a white halter-top that has no back and is open all the way down to my waist in the front. The only thing that holds my tits in it is the size of my boobs. I then add a black leather skirt that is just a wrap and shows plenty of my thighs. I add to this a pair of crotchless pantyhose because I love the feeling of hands rubbing my legs in hose. By the time I am dress and have my makeup done I can hear them knocking on the door. When I open the door, Ryan is there with three of his friends. There were two guys and a girl. Ryan tells me his friends are Neil, Ted, and Ted's girlfriend Sam. I let them in a notice all four of them looking over my outfit. As Ryan passes me he gives me a hug and kiss, plus gives my ass a squeeze. I tell them we should head down stairs to the game room. Our basement is set up like a bar. We have a pool table, poker table, a video game area, and an open bar. I go to make myself a drink and ask Ryan if his friends are old enough to drink. He says not really, Ted and Sam are 20 and Neil is 18. I tell them if they drink, they have to stay the night. I do not let anyone drink and drive from our house. Ryan hands me his keys and tells me he was hoping I would say that. He told his mother he was staying at Neil's tonight. I fix everyone a drink and we start playing video games. We move over to the game area and I set on the coach and Ryan sits on the floor in front of me, Ted is sitting at the other end of the coach with Sam on his lap, and Neil is in the chair on the opposite side facing us. We start by playing WipeOut on the Xbox. This game is an interactive game in which you face a camera and your movements is what moves the character on the screen. I tell them before each person's turn we each need to do a shot. Ryan and Neil go and I enjoy watching them jump up and down and bending over. I am now on my third shot. Sam is the next person to try and hands us each a shot. She downs hers and then starts her turn. She is wearing a short lose top the show most of her stomach. She is also wearing a rufflely short skirt. So as she is moving around to match the action on the screen I can see she is wearing a bright yellow thong under her skirt and can tell she is not wearing a bra as her shirt raise up each time she jumps and show off the bottom of her tits. Her tits are a little bit bigger than mine, maybe 34DD, all three of the guys and I are watching her more than the game. I am next and pass out shots to everyone. As I am passing out the shots, Ryan run his hands up my leg and rubs my ass under my skirt. Neil watched what Ryan did and does the same but lets his finger slide between my legs and along the slit of my lips that are already wet. I can tell the guys are waiting to see me moving around and jumping up and down. As I am moving through jumping and moving back and forth, I can feel my tits come out of the sides of my top. After one jump where I had to jump up and then duck down both of my tits slipped out of my top but I was busy with the game so I left them there through my next few moves knowing that the guys would love it. Once I got a break, I slip my tits back into my shirt and continued on playing. I am sure Ryan had no problem seen all the way up my skirt, as he was on the floor but not sure about everyone else. When I was done, I sat back down breathing hard from all of the jumping and moving. Ryan lies back so that he was resting his back on my right knee forcing my legs apart and his right arm is around my waist. He now had a clear view straight up my skirt to my now exposed pussy. I also notice that Neil is looking straight up my skirt as while. Ted is the next to have a turn so Sam moves off Teds lap and sit right next to me. He passes out our sixth round of shots and I open my mouth and have him pour it straight from the bottle into my mouth. I am not sure how much he pours but I know it is more than a normal shot. He then does the same thing to Sam. He then starts his turn. As Ted starts to play, Ryan is rubbing up and down my right leg. He also moves his hand over to Sam's leg that is touching mine and rubs his hand up and down her leg. She sits back a little and spreads her legs a little more so that he can rub higher up her leg. She places her hand on my leg and starts to rub up and down my leg. By the time, Ted is done with his turn Sam has her middle finger rubbing my clit and Ryan has pushed aside Sam's panties and is rubbing her pussy. I am busy playing with Sam's nipples. Ted sits back down, pulls Sam's right leg over his legs to spread her legs wider, and starts to kiss her and play with her right tit, while I continue to suck on her left nipple. Neil has moved behind me and is running his hand over my tits and pinching my nipples. This goes on for a few more minutes before I tell them let's play a game to make this interesting, that I think they need to earn the right to have some fun. We all get up and move over to the card table. At this point, I can tell I am total buzzed with the six shots I have downed in the last half hour or so. I bring the fifth of grey goose with me and shot glasses for each of us. We each start with a shot to get things going. We sit with Ted and Ryan on either side of me, and Ryan and Neil on either side of Sam. The only thing I am thinking about right now is getting Sam to lick my pussy while I am eating her out at the same time. It has been a long time sense I have been this attracted to a girl. We are going to play "Card Against Humanity" were one player reads out a statement card and the other players have to pick one of their cards that match best. At the start of each round everyone but the winner has to do a shot. Then the winner gets to pick the person they want to do something with and they have 2 minutes before the next round starts. I read the first card and it says, "What brought the orgy to a grinding halt." The cards I got say, getting hilariously gang-banged by the blue man group, a bigger blacker dick, hot pockets, grandma. I tell them I guess it is grandma. Neil says that is his. We all take a shot. Neil then has Sam stand up and put her hands on the table. He then stands behind her and tells her to rub his cock with her ass. As she is doing this, he pulls her shirt up and plays with her tits. After 2 minutes, we call a halt and the cards are passed to Ryan to ask the next question. His statement is what you do not want to find in your Chinese food. I selected a big black dick; the other choices were Sarah Palin, Justin Bieber, and a salty surprise. Ryan selects mine, we all do a shot, and I move over to Sam and tell her to lie on the ground and remove her panties. I then climb on top of her and lower my pussy down on to her mouth and tell her to lick my pussy and clit. I then lean down and run my tongue over her slit and taste her juices that are already running out of her. I move back up and start to flick her clit with my tongue as she is doing the same to me. My pussy is dripping wet and I then feel her fingers slide right in my hole. I am almost ready to cum when my time runs out and I have to sit back down. Sam is the next to read the statement. This time it asks, "During sex I like to think about". I pick Batman, the other choices are the female orgasm, harry potter erotica, and assless chaps. She picks the female orgasm. Ted says that is his. So we all do are shot and he then tells me to stand up and put my hands on the table. He moves behind me and I hear him unzipping and then feel him sliding his dick into my wet pussy. He starts to fuck me hard. Because I was so close to cumming already, I start to cum as soon as he starts to fuck me. He tries to speed up to get himself off but time runs out before he is done. He sits down and Sam gives the card to him to read the next one. He tells us that it says, "Every Christmas my uncle gets drunk and tells the story about". I look through my cards and select survivor's guilt, the others picked, a bigger blacker dick, lady gaga, and the Underground Railroad. Ted picks lady gaga and Sam says that is hers. We all do a shot and then she lies down on the table, tells me to lick her pussy, and tells Neil and Ryan to play with her tits. I get up, pull her legs over my shoulders, and start to lick her pussy from the top to the bottom repeatedly. While Ryan and Neil start to play with her tits, I then move to suck her clit and hold it with my teeth while I run my tongue over it. I start to finger her pussy and asshole. While I am doing this, I feel Ted behind me. He first sticks his cock into my pussy and fucks me a few times before pulling out and working it into my asshole. I can feel Sam cumming but just keep sucking and licking her clit. Ryan say time is up but I keep going and Ted keeps fucking me. I then start to cum for the second time today. As I am cumming, I use my ass to squeeze Teds cock as hard as I can until I can feel him shooting his cum into my asshole. When he pulls out of me, I help Sam up and then sit down in front of Neil. I pull him over to me, undo his pants, and drop both his pants and underwear to the ground. I tell him he looks like he needs to cum and I pull my tits out of my shirt and tell him to put his cock between my tits and fuck them. He move in and starts to fuck my tits and I hold them together for him. Each time on the up stroke, I allow the top of his cock to slide out of my mouth and give it a flick with my tongue. I can see Ryan is fucking Sam from behind. Right before Neil starts to cum, I slide down a little and take all of his cock into my mouth. I grab his ass and hold him still as I work my mouth up and down on his cock as far as it will go. He has a nice long cock and when it is in my mouth, I can feel several inches in my throat. When he cums he grabs the back of my head and holds it tight so that each shot of his cum is going straight down my throat. When he finishes cumming, I sit back and watch as Ryan is still fucking Sam. Ted is now playing with her tits and telling her fuck him like the slut she is. When Ryan cums he pulls out and lets his cum spray on her ass and pussy. I move over and lick up all of his cum and her juices that I can until I feel her having her next orgasm. After she cums, she stands up and we both kiss each other. We each do another shot and then move back over to the video game area. I have now had 11 or 12 shots within an hour or so and I am having a hard time walking without falling. Ted and Ryan help me to sit down on the couch. Neil helps Sam over to the area but before she gets to the chair to sit down she slips and is on lying on the ground. She is totally out of it. Ted tells him you got her on her back you might as well fuck her. I tell Ted and Ryan you might have to help him get her ready. They move over and pull her legs up and out so that Neil has a chance at both her pussy and asshole. I see him slip his cock into her pussy first a few time and then moves down to fuck her in the ass. Ted tells him that she has never lets him fuck her in the asshole. He says she tells him her asshole is to small and his cock is too big. It does take Neil several tries but he does get his cock into her asshole and then starts to fuck her. I can hear her moaning but I do not think she really knows what is going on. I tell Neil to fuck her hard but that he should cum on her pussy, stomach, and I will lick it off her. When he does cum he pulls out and holds his cock right next to her pussy, I see the first shot squirt out onto her pussy lips, and then the next is on her clit and stomach. I roll off the coach, move between her legs, and start to lick away. Ryan and Ted let her legs move down over my back and then I hear them talking about DP me. The next thing I know is Ted is lying next to me and has me move my leg over him and pulls me down so he can get his cock into my pussy I then fell Ryan working his cock into my ass. It takes them a few minutes but they get their timing right and both start to move in and out of me. I still have my face in Sam's pussy. I cannot really remember anything after this. When I wake up early the next morning, I am laying on my back totally spread out on our pool table. I am still wearing my shirt but my tits have been pulled out and I am not sure where my skirt is. I still have on my pantyhose but the crotch has been completely ripped open. Neil's crotch is next to my face and his soft cock pressed against my face. I sit my head up to look around, Ted is lying down between my legs, and he has his fingers in my pussy but is totally out of it. I work myself free of both of the guys and get up off the table. I can tell I am still drunk but can move around ok. I find Sam lying face down on the carpet. Here shirt is pushed up around her neck and her skirt has been pulled up around her waist. Ryan is lying on top of her with his cock between her ass checks by the video game area. They must have left her there after she passed out. So I head up stairs, shower, and get ready for the day. By the time, I get showered and ready for work it is already after eight. I head down stairs and find Sam taking turns sucking on Ryan and Ted's cocks while Neil is fucking her from behind. I tell them I cannot believe they have that kind of energy to recover so quickly. I tell Ryan when they are done that his keys are on the kitchen table and to make sure to lock up before they go. Ryan and Hayley Plot teaser: Jake shot Steven a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. "Serious, man... without knowing it was her, he'd so tap that," he speculated, cockily. *The following is a description of characters. I tried to edit in the descriptions to the story, but if you'd like to read them anyway, here they are. Otherwise, feel free to skip the note and continue to the story. Meet Ryan Formatto, age 20. He's just completed his freshman year of college and is coming home for the summer. His school is in a warmer climate, so he's tanned a bit earlier than anyone else. His skin of southern Italian descent starts off a little more olive colored than most, but it's been enhanced already by the California sun. Back home, the people are just starting to shed their winter and spring skins for a nice coat of summer. He has dark hair that borders between wavy and curly and his eyes are a light coffee color, hazel in certain lights. He's a relatively light hearted person, though he's quick to become emotional when defending those he loves or is close to. He is of average height and build, but has shed few pounds on his meager college diet. Hayley Formatto - similar skin, though paler (naturally) with very dark naturally wavy hair that falls to mid-back. Eyes are green, taking after their father. Just under two years younger than her brother (18), she's entering her senior year of high school after this summer. She's been relatively sheltered as the only daughter and youngest child of the family. She's dated and had sex, but it was vanilla and done more for the sake of doing it than because of some strong passion. She's well-liked, but regarded at school as quiet and well-behaved (nothing exciting). She tends to fade into the background, despite her stunning facial structure and excellent figure (a relatively new development in the last year or so). At home, though, she's louder and more spontaneous. She has a friendly rivalry with her brother, but they tend to laugh about it, especially since he moved away. She's petite, but her figure is well-proportioned to her height, making a smooth hourglass with barely a pooch above her bikini bottoms. Steven (a tall, leanly muscled - blonde hair and blue eyes) and Jake (shorter and a little rounder, but more stocky than anything else; broad shouldered with brown hair and eyes).* Ryan and Hayley ----------- It was a relatively quiet Sunday around the Formatto household. The parents of the family were taking their yearly long weekend off for Memorial Day and would be gone until late Monday night. At about 11:30, Ryan awoke half-hungover from a night of fun with his friends, Steven and Jake. The three were close as could be in high school, but lost touch a bit during that first year away. Friday and Saturday night had been about catching up socially; today they would catch up more personally, with a baseball watching session at Ryan's house. Ryan moseyed slowly down to the kitchen, yawning on the way, stretching a bit, his long, tan, olive-toned arms nearly brushing the ceiling. The cold kitchen tiles sent a bit of a shiver up his toes, through his sole, to his heel, up his calf, to his hip, and finally up through his chest and head. He shook in place for a second, scratching a hand through his mess of black bed head, then tried to adjust his "morning wood" so it was out of view of his sister, in case she was around. He kind of hoped she was, because he hadn't much of a chance to catch up with her, either. "Morning," Hayley called over her shoulder into the kitchen. She was sitting - or rather lounging - on the couch in the family room, watching reruns of America's Next Top Model, clad in a cami, pj shorts, and her favorite bunny slippers, the same black hair as her brother tumbling down her back. She didn't look into the kitchen, but turned her head slightly to speak to Ryan. "You were out late last night," The smugness was evident in her tone, though it was more playful than anything, "How's the hangover?" "Oh, it's just wonderful!" Ryan replied with all the sarcastic cheer he could muster. "It's fun for the whole family," he added, the pep stopping after the "for", deflating the statement. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat down with Hayley on the couch, shifting her legs out of the way to sit and then replacing them on his lap. "Still got those slippers, huh?" He looked to the silly-looking slippers with the fangs sticking out of the dulling red mouths, "I didn't think they'd survive my first year!" Hayley gave him an incredulous look, "Are you kidding? The great killer bunny slippers? Never gonna let these go." To emphasize, she kicked her feet around a bit, jostling him, but not enough to spill his drink. "What about Steven and Jake? Not dead from alcohol poisoning, I hope." Now she was just making conversation - attempting to politely kill time until she went out to a matinee movie with her friends. "Hey, watch the OJ!" he warned, playfully smacking her ankles, his coffee-colored eyes dancing, "If you get out of line with these things, I'll just tie 'em up!" he added, chuckling. He rolled his eyes at the mention of his friends. "Yeah, they're alive. Barely. They're coming over to watch the game at twelve, so they should be here soon. What are you up to today?" Hayley glanced at the clock, and stretched slightly, her petite frame making none of the threats her brother's arms made to the ceiling, tucking her cami up under her breasts in place of a bra as she stood up. "Actually, I'm catching a movie at 12:30, so I have to go take a shower." She turned to go to the staircase and paused, turning back, her green eyes narrowed though she still smiled, "You left me some hot water, right?" She accused, jokingly. Ryan held his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and squinted at the space between them. "About that much, Hayl," he informed her before she climbed the stairs. Just a few minutes later, once the water was on, Steven and Jake arrived in just as good (or bad) a condition as Ryan. They groaned hellos and sat down, Steven - tall, with lean swimmer's muscle and typical all-American blonde hair and blue eyes - sitting next to Ryan on the couch, and Jake - thicker, more solidly built with broad shoulders and dark hair and eyes - sprawled over the arms and cushion of the love seat next to it. They shot the shit for a few minutes, discussing nothing of major import. "How's the family?" Steven asked out of obligation, not interest. "Fine as always, I guess," Ryan shrugged, indifferent. "What about Hayley? She around?" Jake chimed in, politely. "Yeah, she's upstairs in the shower, then she's heading out so we'll have the house to ourselves for the whole game." - Hayley rushed through her shower, and as soon as she was out was blow drying her hair back into its usual loose waves. She put on her regular makeup - she didn't used to wear any, but lately she found a little dark eyeliner, gold shadow, and mascara could go a long way - and, wrapped in a towel, hopped over to her room to change. She was excited to go out with her friends - they'd just gone shopping for summer clothes, and they were going to show them off by hanging around the square after the movie. She slipped on the black demicup she'd just purchased, admiring the way it enhanced her pleasantly sizable cleavage, and then let the soft fabric of the loose bronze tank slide over her. She'd taken to the common summer trend of other girls at her school: treating their bras as bikinis that could show a bit under a loose top. She wriggled to fit into her minishorts, nearly hidden under her tank while she stood. Finally she slipped on her gold gladiators and grabbed her old leather satchel, glancing at herself in the mirror. She smiled, feeling a swell of success: she managed to look like a California model - a little bohemian, a little vintage, and with a relaxed sex appeal that was growing on her. Slipping her aqua raybans over her eyes, she nearly skipped downstairs, popping into the living room briefly. "I'm going out," she informed Ryan, pausing to endure the inevitable interrogation. The game had started promptly when Hayley entered the living room and spoke, so Ryan did the one thing she hated most: he held his hand up, asking her to wait, pretending he was ignoring the last thing she said until the pitch was delivered. Not breaking his gaze on the game, he asked her the particulars - where was she going, with whom, when would she be back, etc. He took notice of her clothes, realizing her style had matured a bit since he'd been gone. "You look nice," he said, plainly but sincerely. "Yeah, definitely," Steve added. Jake nodded in agreement. "Our little girl is all grown up." True, the two guests at the house had been like relatives to Hayley and Ryan. There was something in their eyes, though, that was a bit unsettling to Ryan. They were traveling up and down his sister's body a little too intently for his liking, so he called their attention back to the instant replay in a divided effort: half to get their eyes off his little sister and half to increase her mild annoyance. Annoyed at his immature behavior, Hayley rolled her eyes and stepped in front of the TV, to the perturbance of the boys, though Jake and Steve seemed to be somewhat entertained by her childish rivalry as well. In a loud, mocking voice she answered her brothers questions, adding "Don't forget you have to replenish the liquor cabinet before mom and dad get home." She looked at him pointedly, crossing her arms under her chest for a few moments until she was sure he got the message. Putting on a sweeter face, she turned to Jake and Steve, "And thanks," she added, gratefully, before turning on her heel and making her way out of the house. "Well isn't she a bit of a brat?" Ryan observed, half playfully. "Aw, no she's just being a little sister," Steven shrugged. "Not so little anymore," Jake's comment was partially under his breath, but Ryan shot him a disapproving glance that Jake caught from the corner of his eye. He elected not to turn, though, and kept his head fixated on the game. After a minute of silence, Steven chimed back in. "Yeah, that body's not little anymore, man," he agreed, "Better watch out before she gets the chance to break too many hearts...or get hers broken!" Ryan put his hands to his ears, imitating "hear no evil". He didn't intend on getting brotherly advice from his only child friends. "Protective, Steve?" Jake raised an eyebrow, joking. "I bet you wouldn't mind breaking her heart, would you?" He jabbed his foot over the arm of the loveseat, kicking Steven in the arm. "Nah, man, I'd rather break her!" Steve responded, with a 'ha-I've-got-a-comeback' attitude. Jake laughed at him, "That has to be the worst pun I've ever heard," his raucous laughter simmered down to a chuckle. "Not that I'd argue," he added, conspiratorially, smirking. Ryan threw his hands up in a shrug and pointed to himself. They saw him. And ignored him. "I mean, man," Jake kept going. "When she put her hands under her chest like that... Where did that rack come from?" Ryan was about to speak, but Steve cut him off. "Well, no more baggy clothes for Hayley. And damn am I glad about it. Ry, I'm gonna be at your house a lot before we go back in August!" "Guys, shut the fuck up. That's my little sister," he reminded them, annoyed, "Don't talk about her that way...at least not in front of me. I mean, I'm glad for her that she's grown into herself and all, but seriously, I don't need to hear it!" He huffed a bit and left the room, feigning that it was just to go get a drink, but secretly fuming. He could hear them giggling like boy scouts still in the other room. Jake shot his friend a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. "Serious, man... without knowing it was her, he'd so tap that," he speculated, cockily. "Please," Steven scoffed, "Tap it like a keg and drink it all up," he offered his fist for a pound, nodding like a fool. Jake looked at him, incredulously. "...No. No, man, seriously, you are not funny." He pushed Steven's hand away, then paused. "Wait.... I have an idea..." "Oh, come on!" Steve argued, "I'm at least a little bit funny! Right?" "Absolutely not, Steve. Not even close to being remotely close. But listen I have an idea. We can-" Before Jake could finish the thought, Ryan reentered the living room, bottle of beer in hand. "We can what?" Ryan asked, calmed down a bit. Jake began to cover, but fumbled over the words. "We, um, uh, we can watch - watch, uh, the rest of the game, then maybe go back to my place and have some people over." Steven nodded in false agreement, winking over at his friend. "Sounds good," Ryan nodded. Steven looked at Ryan's beer, "Thanks for getting us one," he observed, sarcastically. "No problem," Ryan replied, coldly. "Come on, Jake - let's go get one ourselves." Steven rose and passed Jake, who followed him to the kitchen. "So, what's your idea?!" Steven asked eagerly. Jake explained, conspiratorially. One drunken Ryan plus one compliant Hayley equals - "Kapow! Incest, man. Fucking hot shit right there. He'd never live that down. Plus... yknow..." he waggled his eyebrows, but Steven didn't seem to be getting it. "Us, you dumbass. We can fuck her." "But how do we get her to-" "Simple; we cut her off on her way in - double team her so to speak-" he grinned, wolfishly, "-work a little flirtation magic, convince her to be a little adventurous with us... we'd just need a blindfold so she wouldn't see Ryan and a gag so she couldn't let him know once she heard him." He made it sound so simple. "Yes." Steven agreed, simply. "Let's do it when she gets back from wherever she is. We'll get Ryan reeealll liquored up right now for the next few hours." Jake nodded in agreement and they went back into the living room, arms burdened with beer and booze. "Um, I have to replace that. Go easy." "Don't worry, man," Jake clapped his friend on the shoulder. "Yeah," Steven continued. "We feel bad about what we said about Hayley. The drinks are on us. You have at it, okay?" Ryan was a bit taken aback, but saw nothing terribly odd in what was being proposed, so he agreed and they began drinking. And Ryan, at least, began drinking heavily. - Two and a half hours later, Steven raised another cup to the others, "Oppa!" Jake laughed, and raised a glass as well, sure it was the same third cup he'd yet to finish, as he refilled Ryan's cup yet again. He looked at his friend, bemused, "Man, you are so wasted," he chuckled, draining his cup as he heard a car pulling into the driveway. He glanced at Steven, and they shared a mischievous look, "Be right back, Ry, we have a surprise for you." They both stood, jogging out of the house to find Hayley climbing out of her car. She smiled at them, naively trusting. They motioned to her to come into the house, laughing. Standing just outside the door, they enjoyed the view immensely. With each landing of her sandal clad foot, they traced her from toe to tits and back again. Her body was paler than her tanned brother, but still a tad darker than theirs: healthy looking, lively. They alternated views between her lower half and upper half. Legs. Hips. Chest. Lips. Eyes. Then back down again. Then back up again. Whether it was an alcoholic exaggeration or just the newness of her look neither Steve nor Jake could figure out, but she looked a goddess as she walked closer to them. They had to have her. They were going to have her. "Come on," Steve encouraged, grinning, beckoning her toward the house. "Geez, someone's an eager beaver," Hayley teased, a little smugly, enjoying their attention. She wasn't used to having her brother's friends ever pay any attention to her, and the fact that she was getting it while Ryan wasn't only inflated her ego. "Where to?" She asked. They steered her away from the living room. Ryan was slouched in a chair anyway, not paying much attention to what was around him. He heard what he assumed was his sister's car pull up, and he knew his friends went to greet her. It had been a few minutes, but he thought little of it. He still concentrated on the game in front of him, despite the score being as blurry as a mirage. Meanwhile, Jake and Steven began to play their parts. They were barely tipsy, even, but played up as drunk. "Hayl," Jake said repeatedly. "Let's play a game. We'll take this here scarf-" he held up the silky thing, pulled from a coat in the entryway, "-and put it over your eyes, then you have to guess who you're kissing!" Jake laughed that typical drunken laugh, broken and stuttering, half spitting even. Steve, wide-eyed and obvious, having consumed a bit more than Jake, joined in. "Yeah, Hayley, come on. It'll be fun. Just like spin the bottle!" As they led her to the weightroom, Hayley raised her eyebrows, amused. Boys were so odd when they were happy drunks... She rolled her eyes, still grinning. "Once. Ok?" She acquiesced, sitting on the weight bench, calmly. Steve made sure to fumble and laugh as he tied the scarf around her eyes, sharing a look of triumph with Jake. They stepped back, deciding which of them would go, while Hayley sat patiently, twiddling her thumbs. Finally, Steven leaned in to her, placing his lips on hers, and she gave him a chaste peck before pulling back. "Jake?" She guessed, not caring. "Wrong!" Jake announced, laughing, and wheedled to her, taking her hands and stroking them, gently, "C'mon Hail.... that wasn't a kiss! Seriously, girl, you are too uptight...." he held her hands, massaging them, and she ignored his comments. "Here, I'll help you relax, ok? You're hands are getting in the way, they're tensing you up!" He persuaded, careful to be gentle as he pulled her arms behind her. Hayley sighed, allowing them their fun. "One more kiss, ok? You need to go back to be with Ryan." "Yeah, yeah," Jake dismissed her words, signaling to Steven, who pulled Hayley's wrists back behind her, gently. "C'mere-" he pulled her forward, a little less gently, kissing her. Surprised, Hayley opened her mouth to protest and found herself attacked by Jake's alcohol-tinted tongue. She moved to pull away, but he put a hand on the back of her head to keep her there, so she accepted the kiss, waiting for him to be done. Finally, he pulled away. "Ok then." Steven bit his lips while watching the kiss. "Jealous," he said, moving around. Jake was still busy convincing Haley what she was too tense. "Just relax, girl. Hands at your sides," he smoothed them down again, then released them as he settled them onto the bench. He motioned for Steve to go behind her. Behind her, under the bench, was a roll of white athletic wrap tape. Steve reached down hesitantly and grabbed it. Jake again smoothed Hayley's arms, this time pointing them towards her back again. He nodded quickly to his kneeling friend who seized Hayley's tiny wrists in his hands and crossed them before starting to wrap them in the white tape. Hayley laughed nervously, "You know you are," she attempted to joke to Steven at his comment on jealousy, telling her body to calm down, that it wasn't a dire situation, that she could easily get away from a couple a drunk guys. Once she felt her wrists being taped together, she shifted, nervously. "You got your kiss," she pointed out, edgily, "You can stop now." One more? Pleeease?" Jake begged, pitifully, and Hayley rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold. "I thought I already kissed you?" She argued. "But not me," Steven pointed out, done wrapping her wrists securely. He crudely high fived Jake as he stepped in and they switched places. He bent over Hayley and ran his hand up her leg, down her leg, her tiny shorts so very inviting. Closing his eyes, he pulled her hair back just a bit to tilt her face up to him and lunged forward, crashing his lips onto her and spreading his alcohol covered tongue all over hers. Ryan and Hayley Meanwhile, Ryan sat at the end of the couch, the baseball game now over. He still had a drink, though, and was finishing it off. As he did, he began to wonder where the other three were. His first two attempts at standing resulted in abject failure, so he went the verbal, rather than ambulatory, route. "Hey!" he shouted, "Where the ffffuck are you twooooooo?!" Hayley jerked away from Steven, glad when she heard Ryan calling. Steven pulled away in surprise and Hayley called out, "We're-" Jake hurriedly stuffed a hand-flex ball into her mouth, holding it there and silencing her. Indignant, Hayley tried to pull her arms apart and found them firmly bound in the tape. She struggled, angrily, but Jake put his other hand on the back of her neck, forcing her head still so she couldn't spit out the gag. "Here," Steven snipped off the end of a stretch band, handing it to Jake as he took over holding Hayley's mouth closed, Jake retrieving the ball. The band slid through the hole in the ball easily, creating a makeshift ball gag that was hurriedly placed back into Hayley's mouth and tied behind her head. "...Fuck, that's hot," Jake admired their handiwork, and gestured at Hayley's legs silently. Steve nodded. He took hold of her legs and Jake her torso and they flipped her onto her stomach. Jake grabbed a jumprope, using it to tie Hayley to the bench, another tying each of her ankles to a leg of the bench. The boys exchanged a look and then conferred. "He's not gonna recognize her - he's shitfaced and he's only been in town a couple days." "-Still-" "We'll say she stole Hayley's clothes," Jake's eyes sparked at the sudden inspiration, "And needs to be punished," he added, suddenly, brilliantly. Steve nodded with a grin and turned, calling, "Hey, Ryan!" Ryan sighed. He finally heard them and had enough time to recover from the previous falls to steady himself enough to get up. His legs were woozy under him, but as his blood flowed a bit more from walking, he balanced out. A deep breath and a brace against the door frame aided his walk to the weight room, where the noise came from. He had to rub his eyes and shake his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. There, before him, were Steve, Jake, and a girl. Bound. Gagged. Blindfolded. Trying hard to speak, but only muffles came out. "Guys...guysguysguys, no guys, what are you doing?! What is this?! Who is this?!" "One of Hayley's so-called 'friends,'" Jake answered with a sneer. "Yeah, she pulled a prank and took Hayley's clothes and left her somewhere." Steven shook his head, nearly tut-tutting. "Wha..what? You did what to my sister?!" he growled harshly at the trapped figured on the weight bench. "Where is she?!" "Dude, you can't go looking for her yet, you can hardly stand - no driving!" Steve said, wagging his finger. "Why don't you just get your revenge on this sweet little thing," he said patting Hayley's legs. Ryan's lips parted and his eyes darted awkwardly over her, his throat suddenly dry. "Uh...okay," he finally obliged. He sat down next to the girl and began to skim his fingers up and down her silky skin, playing with her smooth legs. There was something eerily familiar about her, though.... Jake shook his head, "You're hopeless, man," he teased. "This is how you do it..." Hayley cried out indignantly as Jake stood behind her, his thighs against the back of hers as though he were lining up, and leaned over, his hands pushing the fabric of her shirt up to reveal the smooth skin of her back. He brought them back down again, his nails scratching just enough to send eerie chills up Hayley's spine, and came down to rest his palms comfortably on her ass. "Then you just-" he raised his hands and brought them down with a slapping sound. Hayley yelped and jerked, noticing, once she returned to her original position, the pressure on her ass from Jake's growing erection. "Now you try," Jake explained, moving away for Ryan to take his turn. "Gladly," Ryan said with a gleam in his eye, moistening his lips. He walked over to Jake's former spot and repeated his actions, landing three solid blows on the girl's ass. He delighted in it each time, thinking he was repaying some girl who'd done his sister wrong. "Take that, bitch," he said as his hands landed on her. Jake and Steven stood in the corner smiling, laughing, knowing exactly what they were doing. "How did you guys know I'd want to see a girl tied up?" Ryan mused, completing another spanking. "I've always liked that, ever since Hayley let me tie her up when we were kids." Steve and Jake looked at each other in half disbelief. "Just call it a hunch," Steve volunteered. "Man, you're going to town on her!" he observed, looking at Jake for a second, wide-eyed and more excited. He whispered so Ryan couldn't hear over the sound of the spankings. "He's gonna find out sooner or later, Jake. Should we just tell him? Show him it's her?" "No way," Jake shook his head, evilly, "We wait till he's inside of her." Speaking of which... Jake raised his voice "Let's get those clothes off, man," he suggested, turning to Steve, "Where're the scissors?" Now Hayley could endure the embarrassment of her brother and his friends spanking her, even if she knew there was some sexual motivation in it, but this would be blatantly sexual. They were going to cut her clothes off and - Hayley gulped, nervously, in realization. They wanted Ryan to fuck his sister. "Wait," Ryan said. "We've gotta plan this out. Piece by piece. We can't just go willy nilly cutting her clothes off. Let's have an order to this. Steve, you take off her shoes first. Jake, I'll stand her up so everything will fall right off her, nice and easy." Steve bent down and took off Hayley's shoes as he was ordered, helping hold her still as Jake untied her from the bench. Hayley was lifted up and propped against her brother, Steven keeping her legs still as Ryan looped one arm around her bound arms and the other around her waist, lifting her enough that she wouldn't struggle. Jake stood beside Ryan, awaiting further instruction, practically squealing with delight. "Okay, give me those," Ryan ordered, holding a hand out for the scissors. His motor skills still slightly impaired, he went for the loose top, knowing it would be easier to get off. He sliced it off of the girl's body easily. Next he dug the scissors into the girl's bra and cut the straps. Moving to the center, he cut between the cups, too, making sure it all fell off nicely. He handed the scissors back to Jake, admiring the girl's chest, openly. "You do her shorts." Steve fastened Hayley's feet to the stand of a machine, her legs held apart, as Jake grinned, "I would be honored." Jake reached between her legs, "Let's just warm her- oh, no way..." Hayley felt her face burning as she realized with horror that somehow, through all of that, she'd somehow become wet. Jake's grin widened as he rubbed her crotch anyway, undoing her fly and using the scissors - pressing against her slit - to cut the crotch apart, the shorts falling off easily before he put a notch in the crotch of her panties. "Y'know...." Jake stood, looking to Ryan, "I think you deserve the honor of her panties. Looks like you can just rip them." He suggested. As he passed the scissors off, he stopped by Hayley's hanging head, hissing into her ear, "At least he's ignorant... you're just a slut." "Watch this," Ryan, still standing behind the girl, reached around her waist. "Woah... she's wet, guys. Nice. You like this? Huh, girlie? Little slut getting tied up and abused and she likes it. Damn!" He guided his hands down to her crotch and pulled the panties he found up a bit. He pinched the edges together and began to grind the fabric between her slit, rubbing it hard, like a makeshift crotch rope. Hayley whimpered, horrified at her body's reaction as she writhed, pushing up against her brother in an attempt to get away from his teasing trick. "Fuck... she does..." Steve was also amazed, his jaw dropping. Quietly, he admitted, "This really is hot..." Jake, meanwhile, crouched down, hooking his finger through her panties. Hayley jumped in surprise at fingers brushing along her most sensitive area, but was even more shocked a moment later as Jake spat onto her pussy. "There - that should lube her up a bit more for us.... does anyone mind if I take first?" He asked, conversationally. "By all means," Ryan said, propping the girl up. He held her by her breasts and rubbed them roughly - more groping than fondling. Jake, meanwhile, was lubing himself up with spit, then finally cut Hayley's panties off. With Ryan holding her up, and Steven to the side, freeing his own cock, Jake entered into Hayley violently. "Ungh!" he released as he pushed up into her, his erection fitting snugly into her tight wet hole. Ryan felt her body tense up and used one hand to push her hair over her shoulder. He began to rub her tits more softly now, massaging them, even, taking her nipples between his fingers and twisting gently, turning, all the while kissing the back of her neck. It was perfect, he thought. Too perfect. Something had to be wrong. 'No,' he told himself. 'You're just drunk. Enjoy it.' He pressed himself against her so she could feel his erection growing as the one inside of her explored every reach of her insides possible. "So fucking tight!" Jake exclaimed, throwing his head back. Hayley gasped and bit back a moan as Jake plunged into her, her face flushing with both humiliation and pleasure. She'd never had sex standing up, and was surprised to find it.... fulfilling. Well - filling her fully. She whimpered as Ryan softened his approach, goosebumps creeping down her spine as he worked her neck. All of the attention... she found it oddly erotic, having three guys looking to her as a sexual being, something she never really thought of herself as. Jake felt her hole close around his cock and he threw his head back, moaning in pure pleasure. Steven was starting to stroke himself in the background, readying himself for his eventual entrance into Hayley. "Ryan," Jake said between pumps, "Slap her ass a few more times, make my cock go even deeper into this sweet pussy. Ryan obliged and smacked the girl's ass ferociously. "Aahhhhh!" Jake sighed in relief as his desire was satisfied. "Mmm....mmm...mmmm yeah...mmm," he pumped in and out of her, gaining velocity now. Ryan, meanwhile, was continuing his tender touch on her breasts, gently squeezing the girl's nipples, now kissing her neck all over, like he would to a lover. Hayley let out a muffled yelp as Ryan spanked her, viciously, feeling the red spread across her ass even though she couldn't see it. "Fuck," Jake growled between clenched teeth, reminding himself not to cum - not yet. He wanted to see the sweet release on Ryan's face when he came into his baby sister. With another set of hard thrusts, Jake pulled out, panting. "Steve-" he gestured to the other boy, who eagerly stepped up to the plate, "You keep her busy - I've got an idea." Steven, just waiting to sink his dick into that steaming pussy, teased her entrance, briefly before plunging in with a grunt. Jake, meanwhile, hopped out into the hallway, grabbing the leash and collar of the family's old dog. He looped the handle of the leash through a ring in the ceiling where a kickboxing bag used to hang, and clipped the collar to the leash (with plenty of slack - for now) which he then fastened around Hayley's neck. Ryan grew a bit uneasy at this and slowed his stroking of the girl's breasts. He noticed, though, how turned on it got his friends and that drove him to keep going. His arosual was growing, too, and he freed it from his pants, swiftly. He rubbed his erection between the girl's ass cheeks, running it up and down the crack. Steven continued in and out of her, getting incredible enjoyment out of the tight pussy around his cock. He smiled wide. He even laughed a bit while using her hole to pleasure himself. "Damn Hay-...girl you've got one fucking tight pussy." His head snapped up to see if Ryan noticed, but his head was down, concentrating on rubbing his cock between the girl's ass cheeks. Hayley couldn't help the moan issuing from behind her gag as her brother rubbed his shaft between her ass cheeks. She was ashamed to be turned on - especially because, well, he was her brother - but she couldn't deny the visceral response her body was having. Jake noticed Ryan's movements, "We'll make sure you're the first to have that bit," he smirked, and finished up the rigging he'd improvised. "C'mere," he beckoned Ryan to lay on the weight bench, and looked to Steve - "We can tie her arms up with these-" he gestured to the jump ropes he'd rigged through weight equipment, creating ties that could control the movement of Hayley's upper body were she to, theoretically, be riding Ryan on the bench. Leaving her ass open for play, if they so chose. "Oh let's fucking do it. Please let's fucking do it," Ryan groaned. He was taken aback by his vigor but he had given up caring about that from the moment he started snipping this girl's clothes. Ryan laid himself down on the weight bench and stretched, lubing up his cock as Steven exited from Hayley and Jake fixed her into the appropriate way, her hands separated and bound on either side of her. "Alright, buddy. Here you go! Consider this even more pay back for what we said about Hayley this morning." Ryan put on a one sided smile and spread the ass cheeks of the girl above him as Jake lowered her onto him. Hayley felt as Jake pulled a bit on the leash, keeping her upright as she was speared by her brother's cock. She gasped and moaned - he was somehow perfect. Combining the positive aspect of the other two boys, Ryan's cock was a perfect balance of long and thick. "I think she likes it," Steve observed, playing with her nipples as Hayley slowly began to ride her brother's cock. Jake noticed. "You are voluntarily fucking your brother, you slut," he reminded her, his voice a heated whisper at her ear. "Oh man this asshole is fucking tiiiiiight. Mmm mmmm aww fuck yeah!" Ryan yelled as the girl bobbed up and down him. He could sense her movements were becoming a little more purposeful. "She likes it, guys. The fucking slut likes it. She's starting to ride me!" Ryan threw his head back as much as he could and let out a moan that was beyond satisfaction. His whole body shivered with ebullient pleasure as her hole bobbed up and down onto him. Jake and Steve were now double teaming Hayley's breasts, kissing, licking, biting, fondling, groping, squeezing, smacking, pulling. They were doing everything they could to her. While his mouth was enclosed on her breast, Steven moved his hand down to Hayley's pussy and gingerly rubbed her slit with his thumb. "Oh man, Jake. You've got to feel this!" he said, giddily. Jake lowered his hand down to Hayley and was not so ginger. He shoved his fingers into her forcibly. "You weren't kidding," he said, "Ry, this girl's pussy is soaked. Can't wait til you get to fuck it." Jake smiled at his friend then, again, hissed a whisper in his friend's sister's ear: "What a whore you are. Your brother is fucking your ass and you're wet? You deserve all of this, you little slut!" He shoved three full fingers into her tight snatch, trying to stretch her out, quickly adding a fourth. "Ready for it, baby?" he said louder, tauntingly. He pulled his fingers out, then clenched his hand into a fist, slathered on some lubricant, and started to drive it into Hayley's pussy. Hayley felt the intense pressure on her cunt and whimpered, unable to accept the fist nor push it away, her ass clenching painfully (for her) on Ryan's cock. With another slap to her tits, though, she decided she didn't have much of a choice. She tried to relax all of the muscles in her lower half, and with a bit more effort soon Jake was up to his wrist in her cunt. "Fuck man!" Jake was nearly drooling, "I can feel you fucking her..." 'Hurry up and cum,' he thought, needing to stick his cock down the bitch's throat, but not wanting to ungag her until it was too late. Ryan started to speak, started to say something, but it got caught off. He was too close to orgasm to make sentences. "C-cumming in a second..." he managed to sneak out of his lips. "Good," Jake said, sinisterly, "Fill that fucking little asshole up." After a few more pumps, Ryan's cock could take no more. His tip recoiled, followed by his shaft. Then, they vibrated wildly and he exploded, flling up the girl's asshole with hot cum. He could feel it dripping down onto his shaft as he pulled out. Hayley moaned, feeling as Jake's subsequent removal of his hand caused even more cum to gush out of her ass. She shook, suddenly feeling empty after going from two penetrations to none. Jake moved away and quickly tossed Ryan a towel. "Clean off - you get her cunt next, I want that mouth on my cock." He pulled Hayley's arms behind her, securing them with one of the jump ropes so her arms were pulled upward, forcing her head downward. As soon as she was riding her brother's cock again, he'd let her speak briefly - while she wasn't sucking him off, that was. Ryan went to the bathroom and splashed himself over with water, exhausted but ready to go again. He'd never felt so invigorated by sex before. He'd tied up girls and fucked them before, but not like this. This was incredible. This was intense. This was living. He walked back in and found the girl in the vulnerable position, Steven and Jake still working her tits over. "Let me at that pussy!" he roared, extending hands for high fives from his friends and reassuming his position on the weight bench. Hayley was lowered back onto his cock, fitting snugly in her pussy, newly swollen by the attention she'd been receiving. She moaned as he filled her more thoroughly and pleasantly than any fist. Jake took that as a sign, and started ungagging her, bringing her face to the side to press it into his crotch. As soon as her mouth was free, Hayley let out a low moan of "Ryan-" but was cut off by Jake's dick invading her mouth, the taste of her juices still evident on it. Jake bobbed Hayley's head up and down, up and down. His cock felt snug in her mouth. Likewise, Ryan's cock felt snug in her pussy. It was tight, but soaked. Wet. Comfortable that way. Almost like a perfect fit. "This is even better than her asshole," he moaned, noticing that Steven was now butting in on the game, moving Jake out of the way and inserting his cock into the girl's mouth. He didn't last much longer, though, and soon leaked his cum onto her tongue. Before she could do anything about it, Jake replaced Steve' cock with his own. But Ryan's short term memory triggered. The girl had spoken. It was low, but somewhat familiar. It didn't quite sound like any of Hayley's friends but it had to be. Who else could it be? But he was still drunk and delirious with pleasure and couldn't quite place the voice. 'Leave it alone,' he told himself, 'Just enjoy this tight pussy. Goddamn is it tight.' Jake began to speed up his pace, thrusting into her mouth until she couldn't keep up and had to go slack around his shaft as he face-fucked her. "Yeah... ughn... eat my jizz, bitch," he growled, pushing her head down onto him, choking her on his cock until she couldn't breathe, and finally letting her up only to spurt his cum onto her face, splashing over her cheeks, blindfold, and mouth. "Ugh-" Hayley pushed the cum from her mouth, feeling it slide down her neck, leaving an oozing trail of semen. But before she could protest, she felt another jolt from Ryan's cock, and, in a low voice, muttered breathlessly, "Oh my god - Ryan-" before she was cut off as Jake scooped his cum from her neck to hook the mess into her mouth, making her taste it. Ryan and Hayley "Jesus, why does ths bitch keep saying my name? Keep her fucking quiet up there," Ryan said. "Oh man...ahh..ahh..ahh! Oooohhh fuck yeah!" He shot his load into the soaked cunt that was on top of him. He laid his head back and took a few deep, heaving breaths as the last remnants of cum leaked out of his throbbing member. With a satisfied groan, he pulled out of her, shifting down the bench so he could swing his legs off the side and sit up. Steve laughed in delight to the side, Jake had a devlish smile on his face and was holding Hayley's mouth shut, muffling whatever weak sounds were coming out of it while assuring she'd swallow his cum. "Do it," Steve jerked his head at Jake. "Huh?" Ryan looked between the two of them, confused. "Yeah?" Jake looked to Steven for confirmation. "Yeah," Steven nodded. "As you wish," Jake shrugged, releasing Hayley's mouth. "Anything to say, sweetheart?" Jake demanded. Hayley stayed silent, though her face was red with shame. The only noise she made came from her heavy, exhausted breathing. "What's going on...?" Ryan inquired. Neither friend answered him. There was another minute of silence and Ryan again asked what was going on. "Talk, bitch!" he demanded, yelling in her face even if she couldn't see him. Steven and Jake sat there, ire rising in both of them. After another minute of confused silence, Ryan got in his friends' faces. "What. The. Fuck. Is going. On here. ...Who is this girl?" Steven and Jake looked at each other and squinted, ready to reveal the terror. "It's Hayley, Ryan. You just fucked your sister and filled her holes up with your cum." Ryan took a step back and his color began to drain. "Yeah, right." He forced a laugh. "You're just fucking with me. I'm still buzzed. I think I'd know." "How would you know?" Steven asked. He had a point, and Ryan bent over to examine the girl. "Hayley...?" he begged. The girl stayed silent. Meanwhile, Jake moved behind her and started to remove her blindfold. The scarf fell to the ground and Ryan locked eyes with the girl. The girl. His sister. Hayley. His little sister. His jaw dropped. "Oh my god, no!" He roared. "Hayley - my god, Hayley, I'm so s....I had no ...Hayley!" He dropped to the ground, mortified. Hayley looked away, blushing, ashamed to still be in such a vulnerable position - Jake's cum drying on her face and neck while Ryan's seeped from both her cunt and ass at once. Jake was a little annoyed at his friend's response, and blamed it on the alcohol. "Dude. Don't you get it? She knew the whole time. Yet, as you pointed out earlier, she was the one who fucked you. Voluntarily." Hayley bit her lip, tasting Jake's cum without meaning to, avoiding looking anywhere near her brother. "Hayley?" His look was confused - betrayed. "You...how could you...how could we...oh my god. Why did you do this?!" He growled, turning his anger to his two friends. "We just wanted to fuck your sister," Steven answered coldly. "And, we wanted to see you fuck your sister," Jake added, simply, priding himself on his wonderful idea. Ryan growled at them to get out. To leave. They exchanged a glance, but meekly obeyed. Ryan ran to his sister's side and held her tightly. "Hayley....why did you...no, you couldn't help it. They forced you. Oh my god I did such ...Hayley...." He hugged her. "I'm not mad, Hayley. I swear. Sis, I love you. I won't ever be mad at you...you were forced..." Hayley blushed, not looking at him. "Actually..." she mumbled, her face burning with shame, "I wasn't really..." She admitted, remembering how perfectly full she'd felt with her brother's cock in both her ass and pussy. "Oh..." his mind got the sudden realization. He'd pleasured her? "I guess... you can't help what gets you going...I..." He blushed, furiously, "I guess it felt good, too," he admitted. "I had no idea it was you. They told me it was your friend. And she took your clothes. I was so drunk... wow. I, uh..." One side of his mouth lifted sheepishly, "You felt pretty good, not gonna lie..." He saw a tentative smile growing on her face, and felt a rush of relief, followed by a wicked idea. "...We could do this again," he pointed out, "Keep it a secret...you know...I tie you up... we have some fun..." Hayley smiled, uncertainly. "You know..." she hinted, mischievously, "I still haven't cum..." Ryan and Lara The night swirled in with licks of inky ebony, sunset laid to rest, trussed up in velvety black tentacles, swallowing away the blood red sky. She slicked a matte scarlet lip-stain across her lips, tracing the seams like the tongue of a hungry lover. Closing her eyes briefly, a veil of black lashes fanned her cheeks, for a moment dulling away the bass reverberating through the bathroom walls. He was here. When she looked in the mirror she didn't see Lara anymore. Lara was back at home, sitting on the sofa with a mug of earl grey, ear trained on the baby monitor. ... The thick heavy riff of a screaming guitar punctuated by persistent, relentless drumming matched the barrage of animalistic emotions almost flooring her. Gripping the edge of the sink she threw back her hair, teased into waves that rippled over her shoulders like a wild waterfall. The skintight pleather jeans swathed her limbs accentuating her rear, eliciting a nod of approval from a well inked woman leant against the wall, a cigarette clenched between her dark purple lips. 'Hes one lucky bastard.' She winked. 'Trina.' 'Lara.' She didnt hesitate nor give a false name. Tonight was all about new beginnings. Accepting who she was. Breaking free of the restrictive cocoon she'd had shrouding her for nearly thirty years. 'Cute name.' The elf like woman pushed away from the wall, posture assured, bolshy, even. In a ripped black tee emblazoned with the band logo, it was obvious why Trina was here. And why the ramshackle bar miles from anywhere was heaving, impregnated with hoards of rock music addicts, a tangle of adrenaline pumped bodies, thick black eyeliner and beer running like water. 'Don't look so nervous.' Trina squeezed her shoulder, offering soulful blue eyes that reminded Lara of a porcelain doll. Alien amongst all the ink. There was something magnetic about the woman, something comforting. 'My first time...this is my first time here. I was supposed to be meeting a friend.' 'Missing tonight is a fucking sin.' Trina took a drag of her cigarette, a froth of smoke billowing around her head like a cumulonimbus cloud. 'Crossbow are electric, there's something primal about them, don't ya think?' The truth was, Lara had never seen them live before. She'd never been to a gig, never before experienced the intense sensory ambush, the bass line in her bones, drum beat feathering the length of her spine. She thought of herself as an armchair groupie, a silent supporter, a spotify connoisseur. 'I get lost, when I listen to them.' She closed her eyes again, and as if with some third eye, she could see Trina nodding. 'They're the greatest guys. Down to earth, hard working, real grafters.' Trina perched on the ledge of the sink, tapping ash from her cigarette onto the polished ceramic. 'Let's go grab a drink before we're fighting someone for a lick of booze.' ... The air, a mixture of sweat, beer, whiskey and cow hide was an assault so heady that Lara breathed in the intoxicating blend pondering whether she might get high on the energy of the place. Ten foot speakers rang out Pantera and Berserker, Mastadon and a sprinkling of Bon Jovi. Four barmaids manned the bar with military precision, drinks spinning across the counter top without a drop spilled. Trina passed back a bottle of Bud. She could deal with that, and taking a long sip, the cool malted liquid wet her dry, nervous throat. Maybe more anticipatory than nervous. 'Come on, follow me.' Trina threaded her way through the bar, Lara followed in her four inch red heels, an impulse buy just this morning. Everything about this was impulsive. Double saloon doors opened out into a lounge, great L shaped mahogany sofas lined the walls, a smattering of bar staff carried cables and power packs into the bar, a bearded blonde caressed Lara with a look of unadulterated lust. A fizzle of heat ignited in her gut, spreading its way like a forest fire through her veins. Trina thumped her fist against a door marked 'Staff Only' in stencilled black lettering. When the door opened, Lara felt herself shrink back, numbness pouring through her bones like concrete. She'd never been star struck before, but now she understood where that term came from. She was struck. Fastened to the spot as if she'd been nailed there. Will Carter wrapped his arms around her new friend, mussing up Trina's dark purple mane. Then his eyes found Lara, his lips curling up in a grin that spread across his whole face. 'Holy shit. Lara Temple?' 'Uh.' Her voice cracked, mind devoid of any thought beyond the thumping of her adrenaline fuelled heart. 'It's about fucking time!' Carter wrapped his arms around Lara, calming her roaring heartbeat, for all of a millisecond. A brief passage of time where her eyes took a snapshot of the room behind him, and then the air seemed to have been extinguished from the space. A great exhale, an absence of anything but dark brown eyes, and that smile, broadening as virtual reality morphed into clarity. She was here. His head floated, like some insane high, a drag on something priceless. It was as if the fabric of all substance had been disrupted, Lara stepped into the room, Kent, the bass player grasped the beer bottle from her hand, swigging from the bottle and handing it back with a kiss to her cheek. 'So here we are.' Kent laughed, his voice far more deep and baritone than she'd imagined, curled up under a quilt at home, watching other people thrusting their arms in the air, entranced by Carters voice, enriched by the seamless, cohesive musicality of the band. And now she was here. 'I'm...' 'A little overwhelmed?' Ryan Lockwood stepped out from behind Stryker, lead guitarist, doing his Buddhist meditation, cascading blonde hair shimmering over his shoulders, as striking as his name suggested. But she wasn't here for Stryker. She was here for Ryan. He seemed to tower over her, this stoic, intimidatingly beautiful presence, eyes tangling with hers like she'd known them her whole life. She saw the lust brimming within him, with so much clarity that her body responded with tiny shards of unexpected need, clattering down around her and blurring away the rest of the room. He didn't hug her, like the others had, Ryan Lockwood battled the urge to pounce on her like a predatory animal, starvation kicking him in the gut like someone had drop kicked him there. If she was hot in the images she'd shared with him, then technology and photographic leaps weren't enough to capture the dark haired siren in front of him. 'You look incredible.' His voice was hushed, as if spoken from his lungs, the very caverns of oxygen inside him. 'Whatever.' She laughed, there was a nervousness, a hunching of her shoulders, and the protectiveness that she watered inside him grew like a forest of towering strength. Closing the distance between them, he touched her for the first time. There wasn't a crackle of thunder, nor rainbows striking the skyline, bursting in glorious technicolor. But he felt it. And her eyes told him that she did too. Somewhere behind him, the rest of the group took this as their cue to leave. Trina wouldn't mind a moment alone with the boys. Lara was here for only one reason. Ryan propped up her chin, one arm drawing her towards him. Her hand landed on his chest, the other travelled determinedly around his neck, resting in the downy hair at the nape. Her fingers weren't satisfied, the tips gently massaged the spot at the back of his head, better than any pre-show meditation. He responded, circling his fingertips over her waist, the other hand pulling her closer still. 'Ryan?' She whispered, voice caught in her parched throat. 'I think you're gonna have to stop that I...' He chuckled, a gravelly sound that reminded her exactly why she was here. And who she was when he spoke to her, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Her body moved against him, her petite form moulding his camo clad legs with hers. A ravenous shiver ratcheted through her, in response, he pinned her at the waist, hands wandering exploratively down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts. With anyone else she'd have pulled away, shunning intimacy and all the baggage and disappointment it inevitably brought. Anyone else but the man who never asked questions. Who never saw her situation as a dead end to their friendship. He smelled of beer, an anticipative sheath of sweat, tangy and sweet, laced with alpha pheromones, a haze that powered the clenching of her thighs. And the salivating of her thirsty tongue. His breathing was ragged. He could hear it, she could feel it in stereo, elevating her dangerously high blood pressure. Charcoal eyes claimed hers, lips below them swollen, and needy. Crashing her mouth to his, she didn't expect a movie kiss, what she got was so intense, so raw, so violent her knees weakened, requiring his strength, his arms around her to keep her upright. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangling, his erection solid and hot between them. She imagined sliding down onto him, the first time and maybe the last time she'd feel herself opening for him. Muscles holding him, memorising the length of him, bare flesh upon bare flesh. Her fingernails lashed at his shirt, tugging at the hem. 'Five minutes.' The voice was unfamiliar, nasal, and coming from right outside the door. But tonight was about letting go. And he was the perfect tonic. 'I need to taste you.' She sounded husky, and he drank in every ministration of her fingertips, trailing across his chest. He was under no illusion that this would last forever. She was just a fleeting wind in his crazy world, but nobody had ever looked at him the way Lara Temple was. Right now. 'We have five minutes.' He lifted a tendril of hair off her forehead, tenderly tucking it behind her ear. She pushed him against the door, palms clutching handfuls of his shirt, and his eyes were orbs, riddled with desire, and wonder. And awe. And something mischievous. 'Let me taste you.' She murmured, lips peppering his stubbled cheeks, fingers tracing his beard. 'Let me take a little piece of you home.' ... Rolling down his zipper, she heard the growl of a caged animal, fingers clutching clumps of her hair, massaging her scalp. The wetness between her thighs felt like a flood, as her hand slipped beneath the elastic trim of his boxer shorts. She mewled, feeling his ridges for the first time, eyes shuttered, lips parted. 'You're beautiful.' He uttered, and she looked up at him, biting down so hard on her lower lip, in an attempt to curb the pulsing of her pussy. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been called beautiful, and never that genuinely. She wasn't stupid though, she knew a man could utter a thousand sweet nothings if he knew there was something in it as a reward. But this was different on levels she couldn't understand, nor describe. She tugged the cotton material down, inhaling as the length of him was revealed for the first time. A precious tear of precum lubricated the tip, and greedily, she gripped him with one hand, tasting the saltiness of him with the flat of her tongue. He groaned, the desperation of a man on the brink, and she drove his steel hard erection down her throat. There was no hesitation, just a lust that drove her core closer and closer to eruption. Her gag reflex engaged, swallowing as it passed, she felt his fingertips tangle in her hair. When she looked up at him he knew what she was saying, this was a conversation between their aching bodies, and she wanted to feel him using her. Taking him over the edge. There was no power comparable to the way she felt as he pushed her head down on him, watching her expression, keeping her in control. She moaned against his cock, a humming sensation that racked his body with uncontrollable tremors. He was salty, sweet, and burning hotter than the Sahara sun. Her finger tips occupied his balls now, cupping his testicles, and venturing further, applying pressure to his perineum, a dull cry slipping from his lips. 'Fuck.' He husked, with angst. 'Fuck, Lara.' She increased the suction, and as his cock slipped beyond her lips she drew him back in, the wetness, and the grip of her greedy lips making him see bright flashes of light stippling the room. He hit her throat one last time before his balls clenched and his cock set off streaming ribbons of cum. His eyes never left hers, milking every drop of him and licking him clean. 'Have a good show, babe.' She murmured, capturing his ear lobe in a nibble, before sidestepping him, and heading back into the club. ... Ryan and Laura Ryan was in the kitchen eating his breakfast watching her. She was wearing her nightgown which didn't leave much to the imagination, pretty much see through. It flowed all the way to her ankles and clung very nicely to her womanly figure accentuating her large, full breasts. Every move she made, made her big titties sway from her body, Ryan so badly wanted to get up from the table and squeeze them. Until IT happened. She bent down from the waist to reach for something under the kitchen sink. With that, her big tits just hung there under her gown, swaying to and fro like they had a life of their own. Ryan couldn't take it anymore! Every day for the last month or so, this was the daily routine for him, watching his mom prancing around the kitchen in her almost see-through night gown as he tried to conceal his ever raging hard on. As she rose up from the under the sink, Ryan moved in behind her and reached around from behind and squeezed her big titties! He couldn't believe how big and soft they were as he kneaded them quickly. Laura jumped and squealed, turned around and slapped him in the face. "Ryan, what in the fuck has gotten into you" she screamed. He was in a trance from realizing how wonderful her tits had felt, staring at them while she yelled at me, making them jiggle."Go to your room" was all he heard as he snapped out of it, looking a bit confused as he looked at his mother's face, who had the look of anger and horror mixed together. But there was something else. As Ryan was turning to walk to his room, he noticed his Mom's eyes made their way to his groin. Her eyes became even wider than before and she had the look of shock as if she couldn't believe her little boy had a hard on for her. It made Ryan feel strange inside but also excited from her reaction. Once up in his bedroom, it didn't take more than 15 seconds as he was shooting cum all over a towel. Back downstairs, Laura was reeling over the event that just occurred. She couldn't believe the audacity of her son groping her huge titties, but at the same time she felt something she hasen't felt in years. Not since her husband left her and her son has she felt that electric sensation of having her breasts kneaded and caressed. She loved the sensation but not at the expense of her own son doing it. Can she blame him though? Here was an adolescent teenager going through puberty and his mother walking around in semi see thru nighties! Heck, she thought if she was in his shoes, she would probably do the same thing. She sat down in the chair trying to gather her thoughts about what she should do, failing to acknowledge the wetness in her panties. Ryan was still hard as a rock even after stroking out a huge load. He couldn't get over what he had done. The adrenaline still pulsating through his veins, he sat on the edge of his bed with his cock out, stroking it long and hard, with thoughts of his cock between his mother's huge tits while she urged him on to fuck them faster and faster. He was in such a trance, he hadn't realized his mother had opened the door and was staring awestruck as he continued to jerk off his meat. Laura couldn't move. Her eyes were glued to Ryan's big, hard cock. Try as she might to move, she couldn't. Without realizing what she was doing, she inexplicably brought one hand to her nipple, twisting and pinching it, while her other hand found her moist, pussy lips. Ryan was meticulously working his meat with his eyes closed, heavily concentrating on what he was doing to his mother in his thoughts. He then heard what he thought was a moan, as he opened his eyes, he saw his mother in his doorway fingering her pussy and pinching her big titties. It startled him for a second, but in his testosterone frenzied state, he got up off his bed, walked toward his mother – who was not herself – grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her on his bed. Laura was beside herself. Not knowing what to do, she gave in to her son's actions. Ryan tore her nightie down off her shoulders, baring her big titties, which were wobbling side to side from her movements, he grabbed her arms and put them underneath her tits as to hoist them up. He straddled her chest with his hard cock raging for some action. He couldn't believe the sight before him. His mother's big tits were below him as she had an unclear glaze in her eyes, obviously pure unadulterated lust. He couldn't take it any longer. Ryan welled up some spit in his mouth, aimed his mouth over his mom's cleavage and slowly let it drop from his mouth to the valley between her tits. He plunged his raging cock inside her bountiful tits. In and out, in and out. "Fuck, mom, this is heaven" he said, looking down at her. Laura knew what was happening but just couldn't do anything about it, as if she couldn't move. Ryan had her transfixed by his raging cock between her tits. "Mom, open your mouth" said Ryan. She did as he commanded, and with that he took his cock from her tits and put it in her mouth. Laura didn't need any prompting. Eagerly she wrapped her lips around his throbbing member and began sucking. Ryan did the thrusting while Laura did the rest. "Oh my God" was all Ryan could say. Never before had he thought he could stick his cock between her tits, but to do that AND get his mother to suck his cock was too much to fathom. With her cheeks sunk in from sucking on Ryan's' cock, Ryan began to feel the tension build up in his balls. He looked down at his mom and at the same time, Laura looked up at Ryan and gave him a sly wink. This brought Ryan over the edge! He started to tremble as he felt the electricity shoot from his toes all the way to his cock. Laura could feel him trembling as well, as she knew the imminent burst of cum was about to hit her. She sucked on him harder and pumped his ass towards her face quicker. Thick globs of cum started hitting the back of her throat as Ryan yelled in ecstasy,"AARRRGGHHHHH, FUUUUUCK". His cock slipped out of her mouth, shooting strings of cum onto his mothers face. When his orgasm subsided, he opened his eyes and couldn't believe the sight before him. His mother lay beneath him, her face glazed with his cum. "What have you done?" she asked, cum dripping in between her parting lips as she spoke. "Hopefully, the start of many things to come", Ryan said, with a ominous grin. Ryan & Michelle - The Good Elf As usual this story is my property and may not be republished or redistributed without my express permission. This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance to people living or dead is a coincidence. --- Ryan loved Christmas, it was his favorite time of year. All the hustle and bustle, kids bursting with excitement and parents trying to keep up with them. That's probably why he'd worked as one of Santa's Elves since he was sixteen, and had continued doing it for the past ten years. He loved it so much that he always took his vacation in the two weeks before Christmas just so he could be an elf. He was probably the only male elf around and his friends all gave him a hard time about it. He didn't care though, he got to work with cute girls and check out some hot moms. The only downside was the long hours, and his tights itched like crazy. This would be his first Christmas alone since his grandmother had died. She had raised him from the time he'd been a toddler, when his parents left him at her door and took off. He didn't feel sorry for himself though, his granny had more than enough love for him. --- With Christmas eve being on a Friday the mall was absolute pandemonium with people racing around doing last minute shopping. Ryan was snapping photos like a madman he was so busy. Near the end of the day it started to slow down a bit and Ryan was chatting with Tania and Felicia the other elves. They hadn't had any customers for a bit when Ryan saw a pretty young woman leading two boys down the main hall. The kids looked to be about eight and ten from what he could judge. The girl looked way too young to be their mom. "Picture with Santa miss?" Ryan asked hopefully. The girl looked at Ryan and shook her head, "No, no thanks." Ryan had an idea and called out to her, "Last picture's on the house miss!" Tania and Felicia looked at him and he gave them a little nod. The girl slowed and the kids looked at her hopefully. She gave the kids a smile and looked up at Ryan, "Thanks, this means a lot to the boys." "No problem, come on up guys! Santa needs to head back to the North Pole soon and get everything ready for tonight!" The boys scampered over to Santa and got on his knees, both whispering their wishes in his ears. Santa ho, ho, ho'd and gave the boys a candy cane each. "Your little brothers give you much trouble?" Ryan asked softly while they waited for the kids to finish. The girl jumped a bit and looked surprised. "Huh? Oh no, they're my nephews." "Giving their mom and dad a break so they can wrap presents then?" he asked. The girl gave Ryan a sad look, "No, their parents died two years ago. They live with me now." "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..." "No, it's okay. It's been tight but we manage." Ryan got behind the camera and took a picture of the boys then told their Aunt to get in with them for a second one. "Okay every one smile!" Ryan took their picture and the girl came up to him, "Listen..." "Ryan," he told her. "Ryan I can't afford to get both pictures. I'm just hoping I got them what they wanted this year." "Look Michelle, they're on me okay? Our printer's been acting up so can you come back in about a half hour?" Ryan lied. "How do you know my name?" she asked a bit surprised. Ryan chuckled and touched the side of his nose as he grinned, "Christmas magic, that and I heard your nephew call you Aunt Michelle." Michelle laughed and grinned back at Ryan, "So that's how Santa does it, spies everywhere!" "Now you know my secret. A half hour okay?" Michelle smiled again, "See you then Ryan." When they left Felicia waved Ryan over, "What the heck was that about? The printer's fine." "Well my little Elf-girl sometimes Santa works in mysterious ways. Just get everything ready okay?" Ryan went and had a quiet talk with Santa for a few minutes. "Hey girls cover for me. I have a few things I need to pick up before everything shuts down." Ryan called out as he bolted away. Twenty minutes later he got back with several shopping bags and tucked them under the counter. "So what's this all about Ryan?" Tania asked with a smirk. "I'm just making sure that Santa doesn't miss anyone," Ryan said with a slight blush. Felicia giggled, "Let me guess, that pretty girl with the two boys?" "Yeah, call me a sap but I just can't see kids disappointed at Christmas." Tania patted Ryan's cheek and laughed, "God you are such a sweetie Ryan! If I didn't already have a boyfriend I'd snap you up!" "Tell me about it," Felicia said. "My boyfriend's great but I don't think he'd do something like that for a total stranger." Ryan's ears burned as he blushed deeply, "My grandmother always told me that Christmas was more about giving joy and sharing with others. We always had an extra body or two at the table on Christmas day." A few minutes later Michelle and her nephews showed up. "Hi Ryan. Thanks for everything, I really appreciate what you've done for the boys today." "Don't worry about it Michelle, it was my pleasure." Ryan said as he handed Michelle her photos. "Thanks again," Michelle said with a smile as she turned and left with the boys. Ryan watched them walk away and hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should do what he was thinking about. "Hey Michelle hold on a sec," he called after her. Ryan quickly wrote his address and phone number on a card and ran over to her. Michelle turned and waited for Ryan to catch up to her. "Yes Ryan?" "Listen, I don't want you to think I'm some sort of weird psycho stalker, but I have a turkey and home made pies that my grandmother made before she died last month. There's no way I could eat all that food by myself. Here's my address and phone number, the food's getting cooked no matter what, but I'd really like some company if you're interested." Michelle's brow furrowed, "I don't want your charity or guilty sympathy. The boys and I will be fine." "No, it's nothing like that. It's just, well I don't have any family close by and Christmas was always a big deal for my grandmother and I. We always had a few friends over, but this is my first year without her. Tell you what, just call and let me know either way. If you decide to come you can bring mashed potatoes, or even just make them up when you come over. Mine are always lumpy." Ryan said with a shy smile. Michelle smiled back and said, "I'll call you later Ryan, and thanks." --- "Aunt Michelle? Are we going to go to Ryan's for dinner tomorrow?" her younger nephew Patrick asked. Michelle smiled at him, "Maybe sweetie. We don't really know him, but it was very kind of him to offer." "Well it would be way better than fried bologna and Mac and Cheese." snorted his older brother Andrew. Michelle smiled sadly at Andrew, "I'm sorry buddy but we had to be a little tighter so I could get you some gifts. Maybe next year it will be better okay?" "I know Aunt Michelle, it's just that...I wish, well..." Andrew said as he started to cry. "I do too honey," Michelle said as she hugged both boys close. "I know it's been hard for you boys, I promise you that no matter what I'll always be here for you okay?" The past two years had been a bit of a struggle financially for Michelle. Sure her sister and brother had had life insurance, but his family had fought tooth and nail for custody of the boys. She had been executor of their wills and had dug in her heels relentlessly. Marie and Paul had wanted her to have custody and that's the way it stood. Sadly for Patrick and Andrew, Paul's family had turned their backs on them. Michelle had decided that most of the money from their life insurance went straight into a college fund for the boys. She had been in college when her sister and brother had died, and Michelle ended up quitting school to make sure she was there for the boys. She had a day job working in an office now, and was continuing her college through online courses, many times staying up all night studying just to keep up. She knew that Pat and Andy deserved a lot more than she could give them, but she always gave them every ounce of love she had. Michelle often cried herself to sleep out of frustration. Suddenly becoming a mom at twenty-two had been a big shock for her. When they got to her car Michelle went to start it and it made one click and died. She tried again and it only clicked again. Michelle hammered on the steering wheel in frustration. "Damn-it, damn, shit!" she yelled. "Stay in the car boys," Michelle said as she popped the hood latch and got out to see if she could find the problem. She checked to make sure the battery connections were okay, and looked at a few other obvious quick fixes but everything looked okay. Michelle pulled her head out from under the hood and looked around. 'Just my luck, no one around for a boost. It's probably the effing starter anyway' she thought to herself, knowing that it had been acting up for a while. "Hey, having car trouble?" Michelle looked around and saw a car stop in front of her's. "Yeah, either my battery's dead or my starter's fucked." The guy did a quick spin around of his car so the cars were nose to nose, then hopped out and grabbed some booster cables from his trunk. When he came back around to the front of the cars he laughed, "Hi Michelle! We've got to stop meeting like this or people will start to talk!" "Ryan? What are you doing here?" she chuckled. "Well I saw you pop your hood so I thought I'd come over and see if I could help. I didn't expect to see you here though." "I'm glad you stopped to help Ryan." "No problem," Ryan said as he connected the cables. "Try it now Michelle." Michelle got back into her car and turned the key again only to hear a single click. She hit the steering wheel again and tried to hold back her tears. "Let's give the battery a chance to warm up and get a charge. Why don't you and the boys hop into my car to stay warm while I fiddle with a few things." Michelle bundled Patrick and Andrew into Ryan's back seat and climbed into the passenger seat. Ryan checked to make sure the cables had a solid connection, and crawled under the car and whacked the starter a few times with a wrench. Ryan got into Michelle's car and tried to start it. It clicked a few times then died again. He got out and unhooked the cables then dropped the hoods and walked over to his car and got in. "I think it's your starter Michelle, sorry but I think your car's spending Christmas at the mall." "Crap! I hate to be a bother Ryan but could you give us a lift home? We're not that far..." "Sure Michelle, but only if you grab what you need to spend the night, and come to my place with me. I've got lots of room and could use the help trimming my tree." Michelle hesitated, "Well I'd hate to impose, you've already been a huge help Ryan." Ryan grinned at Michelle with a twinkle in his eye, "It's settled then, my place for Christmas, right guys? We'll play some Christmas music, drink egg nog and hot chocolate, trim the tree and put cookies out for Santa!" The boys cheered from the back seat and Michelle shook her head in resignation. She guided Ryan to their apartment and asked him to wait while she and the boys got what they needed. They returned shortly with a couple of backpacks and a bag with some wrapped gifts in it. "We'll have to put your stuff in the back seat with the boys Michelle, my trunk is full right now." When everyone was strapped in Ryan looked over his shoulder, "So Patrick and Andrew, are you ready to have a blast?" "Hey! How do you know our names?" Patrick asked. Ryan touched the side of his nose and grinned at Michelle. "I'm one of Santa's elves, I have Christmas magic!" --- Ryan ushered Michelle and the kids into his house and flipped some lights on. Everywhere they looked there were decorations, little statues of Santa, a tiny lit village with moving skaters on a pond. Ribbons and garlands and all sorts of decorations of every type. "Whoa!" "This is totally awesome!" The boys said in awe of the Christmas display Ryan had set up. "Go ahead boys, check it all out!" Ryan said. "Just don't break anything!" Michelle called after them. "Don't worry Michelle, everything here is for kids." "Are you sure Ryan? It all looks so fragile." "I'm sure, there's nothing here that can't be replaced. Here, let me show you where you guys will be sleeping." Ryan led Michelle upstairs and pointed out two bedrooms. "The bathroom's over there to the left and that's my room there." "Thanks so much Ryan, you've really gone above and beyond today. I haven't see the boys this excited and happy since before their mom and dad died." Ryan looked into Michelle's eyes and blushed slightly, "I'm glad I was able to do this then. It's all about the kids anyway isn't it?" Just then Ryan's stomach growled and he laughed, "Well I think my stomach is telling me that the bagel I had this morning is lonely. We should probably get some food into Andy and Pat too. Little boys are always hungry if I remember correctly." --- Between the two of them Michelle and Ryan got a quick dinner together. Once dinner was done Patrick and Andrew helped bring in the tree that Ryan had purchased a few days before. Once it was up they all stepped back for a look. "Wow Ryan! We never had a real tree before." Patrick said, grinning from ear to ear. "The cool thing about having a real tree, is that by tomorrow morning the whole house will smell like a forest." Ryan said as he smiled at Patrick. Ryan opened the boxes full of decorations and the four of them began decorating the tree while Christmas music and laughter filled the house. "Okay now we just have to put the angel on top guys, who wants to do it this time?" Ryan said, not even realizing what he'd said. The boys started arguing over who should put up the angel when Michelle stepped in, "Guys you can take turns, Patrick you get to do it now okay?" Patrick and Andrew stopped arguing and shared a look, both just getting what Ryan and Michelle had said. "Go ahead Patrick, you can put the angel up. I don't mind waiting." Andrew said with a grin. Ryan picked Patrick up so he could put the angel on top of the tree. "There we go!" Ryan said with a smile, "Now we just have to put the presents under the tree, and get some cookies and milk for Santa then it's time for bed!" "Aw Ryan! We're not tired yet!" Andy and Pat moaned. "Tell you what, get the presents, and stuff for Santa and you can stay up and extra fifteen minutes okay?" Michelle said as she laughed. Patrick and Andrew ran to get the presents and treats for Santa. There weren't many gifts to put under the tree but both boys were excited just the same. The extra fifteen minutes got stretched out to a half hour but they went to bed with no argument. After the boys were down for the night, Michelle and Ryan pulled out the gifts from Santa and put them under the tree as well. "Ryan?" "Yeah Michelle?" "Why are you doing all of this for us? I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but why us?" Michelle asked quietly. Ryan chuckled, "To be honest I don't really know. When I saw you and the boys a little voice in my head said I should talk to you. After my grandmother died it's been pretty lonely for me here, Christmas was always a big thing for us." "I never would have guessed Ryan," Michelle laughed. "Mind you all the Christmas doodads were a bit of a clue." Ryan looked at the clock and grinned at Michelle, "We should be able to catch the last half of 'White Christmas' if you like Michelle." "Sure Ryan, I'll top up our egg nog." Egg nog ready, they sat and watched the movie. Neither one realized it but as the movie progressed they slowly inched closer together until Michelle was cuddling under Ryan's arm. Both of them were having similar thoughts about the other, wondering what they thought of each other, and thinking about how things sometimes just happened for no apparent reason. When the credits rolled they looked at each other and smiled. Ryan leaned down until their lips brushed lightly. Michelle touched his cheek and gave him a dreamy look. Their lips met again, but with a bit of heat this time. Michelle and Ryan's tongues danced for a few moments, and intertwined together as their passion kicked up another notch. Michelle broke their kiss, blushing and laughing. "Whoa, hey where'd that come from?" "Oh! Uhm yeah. Sorry about that Michelle." Ryan stammered, embarrassed and blushing as well. "Don't apologize," Michelle said as she smiled at him. "You weren't alone in that kiss Ryan, I'm pretty sure my tongue was in your mouth just as much as yours was in mine. I was more surprised than anything else. It's just that since I got the boys I haven't really had time for myself." "I know what you mean Michelle, when my grandmother had her stroke last year it was pretty bad. I moved back home to help her out. I had a nurse come during the day and I helped her at night." "Looks like we've both had to put our own needs aside for the people we love Ryan." "Yeah, I think so. But maybe we should take it a bit slower? Not that I didn't enjoy that kiss, because I did. I think maybe we should get to know each other a bit more that's all." "But not too slow okay?" Michelle giggled as she playfully nipped his lower lip with her teeth. "Okay, not too slow Michelle. In the meantime I think we should get to bed. Something tells me those boys will be up at the crack of dawn looking for presents." Michelle looked at the small pile of presents under the tree with a sad look, "I just wish I could've gotten them more stuff. They're good kids who got a raw deal. They deserve better than I can give them." "Do you give them all the love you have Michelle?" "Yes, every bit I have. Then I find a bit more for them." Michelle said as she wiped a tear from her eye. "Then you've done everything a mother can do." Ryan said as he hugged her close and gave her a light kiss. "Go to bed sweetie, get a good nights sleep and worry about tomorrow when it comes. I've got a few things to do before I hit the sack. Sweet dreams Michelle, I'll see you in the morning." "Goodnight Ryan, thanks for everything. See you in the morning." Michelle replied as she gave Ryan a brief kiss and hug. Ryan waited for a while to make sure Michelle and the kids were all sound asleep, then went out to his car and grabbed the bags from the trunk. He spent the next hour wrapping and tagging gifts then stacking them in neat piles under the tree. --- "He came! He came! Aunt Michelle he was here!" Andrew and Patrick piled onto Michelle's bed and were bouncing with excitement. Michelle sat up and gave both boys a hug. "Merry Christmas guys!" "You should see all the presents Aunt Michelle! There's a big pile for each of us!" Patrick told her. Ryan came to Michelle's door and leaned on the jam, grinning at Michelle's confusion. She looked at Ryan and tried to give him a nasty glare but failed, so she waved her fist at him instead. Ryan laughed, "Okay guys let your Aunt get out of bed then we can go and open presents, but only after Aunt Michelle and I get our coffees." Patrick and Andrew both groaned in frustration, eager to see what they'd gotten for Christmas. "But Ryan! That isn't fair, you let us see everything then you won't let us open it!" Michelle laughed, "It's only a couple of extra minutes guys!" Once the adults had their coffees they all went into the living room. Michelle was surprised to see three neatly stacked piles of presents in addition to the gifts they had put out the previous night. Michelle leaned over and kissed Ryan on the cheek then whispered in his ear, "You didn't have to Ryan." Ryan & Michelle - The Good Elf "I wanted to." Ryan said as he grinned and let his gaze move up. "Oh hey! What's that hanging from the ceiling?" Michelle looked up too and saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging above their heads. She grinned at Ryan then tackled him onto the sofa and began kissing him. Ryan's hands went to her waist and held Michelle close as he returned her kisses. Andrew and Patrick sat somewhat patiently while Ryan and Michelle kissed on the sofa. Andrew finally had enough. "Hey! We have presents here waiting to be opened! You can do that later, okay?" The two adults stopped kissing and sat up, grinning stupidly. "Okay we're done for now, go ahead and pass out the presents kids." Ryan said. The kids took turns handing out presents. Patrick looked under the tree and gave Michelle and Ryan a confused look, "Aunt Michelle? There aren't any presents under the tree for Ryan." "That's okay Patrick, my Christmas present was having you guys here with me. And I think your Aunt Michelle just gave me her present when she kissed me." Ryan said as he winked at Michelle. Satisfied with Ryan's answer Patrick and Andrew dived back under the tree and handed out more gifts. Between the gifts that Michelle and Ryan had bought, the boys had gotten a good haul that they were very happy with. Michelle was also pleased with her gifts, considering that Ryan had known absolutely nothing about her when he bought her gifts. "How did you know what to get me Ryan?" Michelle murmured as she gave him another hug. Ryan looked at the boys and smiled then whispered in her ear, "They also asked Santa for some gifts for you. Santa couldn't let them down now could he?" "No, I guess not. But why 'Vanilla Fields' perfume?" "It's my favorite." --- Christmas dinner was a huge success, and Michelle taught Ryan how to make lump-free mashed potatoes. After dinner Andrew and Patrick went and played with their presents while Michelle and Ryan cleaned up. "So uhm, what time did you want me to take you guys home Michelle?" Michelle grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Trying to get rid of us already?" "No! No, I just figured you'd want to get back home and unwind that's all." "Would you mind if we stayed another night Ryan? Patrick and Andrew like you, and so do I. We could spend some time getting to know each other..." Michelle said with a shy smile. "Yeah, I'd like that Michelle." Ryan said as he blushed slightly. "We could talk, hang out, relax and see what happens." Once clean-up was done everyone sat together and watched a movie. Michelle automatically sat close to Ryan and snuggled under his arm. After the movie the boys were sent off to bed, and Ryan and Michelle cuddled on the sofa and talked until the wee hours of the morning. Ryan stretched and yawned, "God it's almost two, we should get to bed Michelle." "Mmm yes I think you're right Ryan, it's that time for me too." When they got to the top of the stairs Ryan kissed Michelle and gave her a hug, "Goodnight sweetie, see you in the morning." "Goodnight Ryan, this was a great day." "Yes it was wasn't it? Sweet dreams Michelle." --- Michelle changed into her night shirt and crawled under the covers. She had no idea what she was thinking, inviting herself and the boys to stay another night. Ryan didn't bat a eyelash though. She really liked Ryan, he was the first guy she'd met in the past two years who hadn't run like a rabbit when she told him about her nephews. In fact he just accepted her situation and even made sure her and the kids had a wonderful Christmas. Thinking about a wonderful Christmas reminded her of the perfume he'd gotten her. She got out of bed and found the bottle, then touched a small amount onto her wrist. She brought her wrist to her nose and inhaled. The heady scent of vanilla filled her head, she could understand why it was Ryan's favorite perfume. On a whim she touched some on her other wrist and between her breasts. She crept out of her room and down the hall to Ryan's room, opening his door and slipping inside. Ryan woke up when he felt Michelle slide under the covers beside him. "Michelle what are you doing sweetie?" "I have a Christmas present for you that you need to unwrap Ryan." Michelle said with an excited quiver in her voice. "Oh Michelle, you don't have to do this." "I know Ryan, and I know you'd never expect this of me. I want to do it." "Michelle it's not that I don't want to, because I do. But I don't want to take advantage, or do this because you feel you owe it to me." Ryan said cautiously. "I had a dream about my sister last night Ryan. Did you know that when you dream about a deceased loved one it means you've come to terms with your loss? Last night was the first time I dreamed about Marie since she died." Ryan rolled to face Michelle, "That's great sweetie, I can understand where you're coming from." "Ryan she told me to trust you, that you wouldn't hurt me or the boys." Ryan stroked Michelle's cheek with the backs of his fingers, feeling the moisture of tears there. "Oh sweetie don't cry. Your sister was right Michelle, I could never do anything to hurt you, Patrick or Andrew. It's actually pretty funny how we've been thrown together repeatedly since the other day. I realized afterward that we both said some strange things while trimming the tree too." Michelle smiled at Ryan in the dim light of his room, "What do you mean Ryan? What kinds of strange things?" "Well I asked the boys who wanted to put up the angel 'this time', Ryan said with a low chuckle. "Then you said they could 'take turns', and Andy told Pat that he didn't mind waiting for next time. What does that tell you sweetie?" Michelle giggled softly and leaned forward to kiss Ryan. "It means my scheming sister's been playing us from the hereafter." Ryan pushed Michelle onto her back and gave her a deep kiss, far more heated than before. "I wouldn't put it past my granny to give me a not-so-gentle nudge either." Ryan's nostrils flared and he moaned quietly, burying his nose at the base of Michelle's throat, "Oh God..." Michelle grinned as her hands stroke the back of his head and shoulders. "What's the matter Ryan?" she asked playfully. "You're wearing it aren't you? I can smell it on you, that's the one smell I can't resist." He said as he slowly kissed up Michelle's neck to her mouth. Now it was Michelle's turn to moan. Every one of his kisses was like a small electric jolt running through her. She held Ryan tight to her, her nipples painfully erect instantly. Michelle gasped when Ryan finally released her mouth from his. "Holy fuck!" she giggled, "You weren't kidding were you? It really is your favorite!" Ryan smiled as he caressed her cheek, "The first time I smelled it I got an instant hard-on. Try explaining that to the young girl manning the perfume aisle!" Michelle giggled again and wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck, pulling him back down for another long kiss. Ryan slipped his hand to Michelle's breast, gently massaging it and tweaking her hot, hard little nipple. Their tongues danced and twirled around each other, exploring their mouths and playfully wrestling. They broke for air again and sat up, quickly stripping off their night clothes. Michelle took one of Ryan's nipples into her mouth and sucked on it, making him rumble in his chest. Popping it out of her mouth she came up for another kiss. "So what happened to let's take it slow, Ryan?" she teased. Ryan's hands boldly roamed her body, making Michelle gasp and shiver. "To be honest, the first time I saw you I wanted to take you someplace private, get you naked and explore every centimeter of your body Michelle." "Mmm, well you're half way there love," Michelle whispered as her finger toyed with his nipple. Ryan pushed Michelle onto her back and began kissing and licking his way around her body. Every touch, kiss, lick and caress eliciting a reaction from Michelle. She squirmed and moaned, whimpering and begging for release. Ryan had explored her entire body, all of it but one important place. Michelle looked down at him kneeling between her legs, her eyes drilling into his with her burning lust. The last twenty minutes had been the most painfully exquisite experience of her life. Every time she thought that Ryan was going to give her that final little push over the edge he eased back just enough and just long enough to draw her back. Back to the dizzying heights of near orgasmic bliss, her body was literally vibrating with the sexual tension pent up inside her. Ryan gave her a tiny nod and smirk before he lowered his mouth to her glistening pussy. Michelle had just enough time and presence of mind to smother herself with a pillow before the tip of his tongue touched her quivering clit. She screamed, she shrieked, she thrashed on the bed. Michelle's body betrayed her mind, she lost total control. She screamed into the pillow until she was hoarse. Michelle felt like every nerve in her body was on fire, she was rocked to her soul. The orgasm that she had lasted more than ten minutes, ten long minutes of rapture. Through her entire orgasm Ryan's lips and tongue battered her pulsating cunny, flicking her nubbin, massaging her lips and slurping up her gushing juice. --- Michelle lay limply on the bed totally spent, a sheen of sweat covering her body. Tiny aftershocks made her twitch every now and then. When she regained her composure she sat up and hugged Ryan, kissing him lovingly. "That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had Ryan! I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record, but thank you." "I know we've only known each other a day Michelle..." "Shut up Ryan," Michelle said as she tackled him and began giving him the same treatment he'd given her. Her fingers, lips, teeth and tongue flickering and dancing over his body. Licking, nipping, sucking and teasing Ryan. She totally avoided his aching erection, grinning as she watched it throb and twitch with every new sensation. Ryan knew Michelle was giving him payback. His balls were aching he needed to cum so bad. Every time she touched him his cock throbbed, he was going nuts because of her. He tried several times to push her toward his cock but she refused to move there. Michelle knew that he'd had enough. Ryan's cock looked like it was going to explode it was so hard. She took his member in her hand and wiggled it, making him writhe and groan. She smoothly popped him into her mouth and sucked with ever increasing pressure. Michelle's hand and mouth worked Ryan's cock for only a few minutes before his hips bucked hard and drove him deeper into her mouth. Ryan could feel his burning hot cum race from his balls and into Michelle's warm and waiting mouth. When his cum splashed into her mouth Michelle began sucking harder, drawing every bit of it from his body. She swallowed again and again, trying to keep up with Ryan's jetting cock. Despite her best efforts a small amount of cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Finally Ryan's cock went limp in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it to collect any stray cum then let it slip from between her lips. Michelle licked the corners of her mouth then smacked her lips. Satisfied for the moment she moved up and snuggled under Ryan's arm, her head resting on his chest. Ryan gently stroked Michelle's back and chuckled, "Remind me never to tease you like that again." "What, you didn't like it?" she giggled. "No," Ryan said as he kissed the top of Michelle's head. "I think I liked it too much." They cuddled like that for a short while, murmuring to each other, touching and caressing softly. Slowly the heat built between them again. Michelle gently teased Ryan's cock until it was hard again then rolled on top of him, wedging him between their bodies. She lay on his chest, looking into his eyes as she felt him throb against her belly. Ryan's hands stroked Michelle's back and bottom, learning every dip and curve. They kissed deeply, moaning into each others' mouth. Michelle eased up into a sitting position, feeling Ryan's cock spread her moist lips. She rocked back and forth, coating him with her slick juices then lifted up and guided him into her folds. Michelle lowered herself until she was fully impaled by Ryan's throbbing member and sat there for a moment. Ryan slipped his hands up Michelle's thighs to her firm belly then up to her breasts, cupping them and tweaking her nipples. Michelle moaned and slowly began to grind herself on him as Ryan thrust upwards into her. Their bodies merged and worked together, Ryan continued to stroke Michelle's body as she rode him. She leaned forward and rested her hands on Ryan's shoulders, her breasts swaying slightly in front of Ryan. He raised his head and sucked one of her nipples into his hungry mouth. Michelle moaned and quickened her pace, swiveling her hips and grinding down harder onto Ryan's turgid member. Ryan slammed up into her, his pubic bone mashing Michelle's tender clit, making her cry out and dig her nails into his shoulders. "Oh Ryan, this feels so good. God how I've missed it, you...you have no idea h-how long it's been." Michelle moaned. Ryan pulled Michelle down for a passionate kiss and thrust deeper into her. "Mmm, honey you can have it as much as you want okay?" Michelle could feel her orgasm approaching, her pussy was quivering and oozing her juices out around Ryan's cock, leaving a puddle on the bed. Ryan was nearing his own orgasm, he could feel his cum churning in his nuts. The feel of Michelle's fluids running down his sac and on to the sheets only made him hotter. Ryan thrust his cock up into Michelle's steaming cunt with all his strength, grunting hard with the exertion. Michelle was grinding herself down onto Ryan's cock as hard as she could. The harder they fucked the wetter she got. Ryan's fingers were kneading her breasts and torturing her nipples. The force of their impacts was making her squeak and squeal with delight. Michelle felt her pussy start to ripple and slammed herself onto Ryan, crushing her clit between them. She howled with unbridled lust as her orgasm rocked her. Ryan had been holding back, trying to time his own orgasm with Michelle's. His balls were aching from the pressure, so when he felt the walls of Michelle's hot pussy clench around his manhood he couldn't contain himself anymore, and shot load after load of sticky cum into her spasming twat. Michelle barely held herself up by Ryan's shoulders as she felt his cum splash against her cervix. She cried out again as her second orgasm hit. This time she was so consumed by lust she merely slumped down onto Ryan's chest and moaned out her pleasure. Ryan felt Michelle's second orgasm grab his cock as he jack hammered into her, managing a second but weaker orgasm himself. They lay together, spent and breathing hard. Ryan's hands caressed Michelle's back as they regained their strength. "Ryan?" Michelle asked, her voice scratchy and raw. "Yeah Michelle?" he replied. "Can we do that again?" "What, now?" Ryan croaked. Michelle giggled, "No, I was thinking tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that..." Ryan interrupted her with a kiss,"Merry Christmas Michelle." "Merry Christmas Ryan," she said as she returned his kiss.