Motherfucker's Revenge - Chapter Four
"Is Ginny home?" I asked a large man who neither smiled nor frowned, but merely dropped his bushy eyebrows like he was looking at a bug.
It made me sorta uncomfortable.
"What happened to you?"
"Uh, hockey tryouts." I shrugged, and I had kind of a black left eye after catching a stick under my mask. "I'm okay."
"Hockey, huh?" He smiled at me. "Did you make the team?"
"I think so," I said. "I'll find out in a couple days. But, yeah, I'm pretty good."
"You're that Swanson kid, right?"
"Yes sir." I nodded, wondering why he'd know me. "Jimmy…uh, Jim."
"Jimmy Swanson," he said, scratching at his chin. "I've heard of you."
"Uh…" I swallowed hard because maybe he'd heard that I fucked the cherry out of his little girl.
"Played for Renton last year, right? State champions?"
"Yeah, we beat Olympia."
"Come on in!" he said finally. "I used to play a little myself. Not as good as you though. I saw that game against Lynnwood last year. Two assists and two goals?"
"Yeah." I smiled back at him. "We had a good time."
"Ginny! You got some company!" he yelled, and then looked at me. "My brother's kid was the goalie. Man! You burned him, Jimmy."
"Oh, uh…well…" I smiled apologetically, but Lynnwood's goalie had kinda sucked.
"Who is it…Oh!" Ginny stopped halfway down the stairs and frowned at me. "It's you."
"You didn't tell me you had a new boyfriend." Her dad chuckled and I blushed because that didn't make Ginny smile. "Good lookin' one this time too. Jimmy Swanson. Shit. You want a beer or something?"
"Me?" I blinked at him. "No thanks, I'm fine."
"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked me, drying her hair and wearing a big grey sweatshirt and a pair of loose shorts, purple ones. I know she wasn't beautiful, not like Wendy or my Mom or a million other girls I knew, but she made my heart stutter anyway.
"I just wanted to say hi," I said, knowing that sounded lame.
"Hi," she said. "Bye."
"Where are you going?" her father wondered, both of us watching her turn around and march back up the stairs.
"To my room," Ginny snapped, and I felt like I wanted to puke. She hated me.
"What are you doing?" he asked me. I wasn't doing anything except standing there.
"Um…I guess I'll go home." I shrugged.
"Go after her." He grinned and I didn't get it at first.
"Okay." I nodded slowly. "But I don't think she…"
"Don't think," he chided me. "I thought you said you're a hockey player?"
I wasn't exactly sure what hockey had to do with chasing his daughter, but the man didn't seem to mind and I wondered if he treated Chris the same way. My best friend was the very last person I wanted to be thinking about though, considering he'd been going out with Ginny even longer than I'd been dating Wendy. I didn't want to think about her either!
"Go on," he said with a jerk of his head. "Up the stairs, second door on the left. Can't miss it."
"Thanks," I said, knowing exactly where Ginny's bedroom was and I walked away slowly, following his directions with a quality mix of nervous excitement and fear.
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"Ginny?"
"Go away," she told me through the closed door.
"I just wanna talk," I said, lowering my voice to almost a whisper. "I'm sorry about what happened, Ginny."
She didn't say anything and I listened hard, practically pressing my ear to the wood.
"Ginny?"
"It's not locked," she finally replied. I opened the door slowly to see her sitting on her bed, hugging her legs with a teddy bear between her knees and her breasts.
They both stared at me as I closed the door with a loud snick that made me wince. Everything else seemed very quiet.
"What do you want?" Ginny asked, resting her chin on the bear's head and her hazel eyes looked sad.
"Are you okay?" I looked around, wondering if I should sit on the red bean bag chair in the corner or not. I decided I'd better just stand there.
"I've got a boyfriend," she told me. "We shouldn't have done it."
"I know, um…" I nodded, but I'd thought she was mad because I hadn't pulled out of her like I'd promised. Apparently it went a little deeper than that.
"What am I supposed to tell Chris?"
"I don't know," I answered weakly, feeling like a jerk because it hadn't occurred to me that Ginny would have her own issues.
"He thinks I'm still a virgin," she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and I almost thought the girl would start crying.
"It's not your fault," I said, walking across her bedroom and sitting on the bed. I wanted to hold her and my heart felt sick.
"Right!" Ginny snorted. "You think I didn't know what we were gonna do?"
"Um…Ginny, I just…" I swallowed hard, having no idea how to make this better. It really had been my fault because I'd been planning it, you know? Premeditated revenge and that stuff was cold.
"He's gonna break up with me," she said. "He's going to think I'm a slut."
"You're not a slut."
"What do you call it then?" She stared at me. "You're not my boyfriend, Jimmy. I barely even know you!"
"I know, but…"
"Just go away," she sighed, dropping her head and closing her eyes again. "Leave me alone. Please?"
"I can't," I said softly, hardly daring to breathe as I reached for her shoulder. "Ginny…I love you."
"What?" The girl blinked at me.
"I don't know," I confessed. "I can't stop thinking about you and what we did and I tried calling and…and it's making me crazy. Okay? I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't leave you alone."
All of that came out in a rush and I think it surprised us both, but it was true. I rubbed her back through the sweatshirt she wore, sliding my hand under her limp, wet hair and across her hunched shoulders. Ginny's face looked pink and freshly scrubbed, but she didn't have the natural beauty Wendy possessed. She wasn't captivating like my mom. Ginny just looked like a girl, ordinary and average and ninety-nine guys would walk right past her without a second look, but one guy would see what I saw and be amazed.
"You're beautiful," I sighed, without thinking or even realizing I'd said it. The shape of her mouth and the sad warmth of her eyes, the way she held herself like a little girl. I dunno. I could see her so clearly all of a sudden.
"No I'm not," she whispered. "You're teasing me."
"I love you, Ginny."
"Stop it," she said loudly. "Don't say that!"
"Why?" I asked her as I moved even closer, enough so my chest touched her left leg, her bare thigh and knee and shin. I tried to hug her, that's how close we were.
"You've got a girlfriend," she said, and I could hear the doubt in Ginny's voice, see it on her face. How could a girl like Ginny compete with someone like Wendy?
"I want a different one," I said. "A real one."
"A real girlfriend?" She rolled her eyes. "Because we had sex?"
"What? No!" I shook my head and looked for some way to explain, but I couldn't find it.
"You're kinda freaking me out," Ginny decided. "Just go away."
"Do you like me?" I asked her.
"I've got a boyfriend."
"Do you like me though?" I insisted. "Yes or no?"
"Jimmy…"
"If you say no, I'll leave," I promised her. "I'll never bother you again, Ginny."
"Really?" She narrowed her eyes and I nodded.
"I promise, yeah."
"You promised me before!" she reminded me with an unhappy laugh. "I don't believe you."
We sat there for a half minute, maybe longer, and I knew I couldn't argue against that. I'd made a promise, a very real one, and broken it because I'd been selfish. Ginny was right, I thought, she didn't deserve to get stuck with a jerk like me. I felt embarrassed and ashamed and my gut ached as I let her go with one last lingering touch of her shoulder.
"I'll go," I said, standing up slowly. "I'm sorry. I won't bother you anymore, um…"
"Yes," Ginny whispered, and I looked at her, hardly daring to meet her eyes.
"What?"
"I said yes." She nodded. "I like you."
"Okay," I said, licking my lips and wondering what I was supposed to do next. I didn't want to leave, but I was halfway to the door and…
"Do you really want to go out with me?"
"Yeah." I took a ragged breath and held it as Ginny seemed to think about that.
"I'll have to tell Chris."
"I know."
"If I tell him and this is just some sort of…joke…" She giggled nervously, but looked frightened, as if someone was about to pull the rug out from beneath her feet.
"Ginny," I said, moving back to the bed and kneeling on the mattress beside her. "This isn't a joke or a game. I'm serious. I want to be your boyfriend."
"Okay." She swallowed hard and we both smiled and I don't know exactly what she felt, but I was happy and nervous and relieved all at once. I felt a rush of euphoria almost, like I'd just won something huge.
"Should, um…Can I kiss you?" I asked her and Ginny nodded, still holding her bear and hugging her legs.
She hadn't moved at all except to lift her head for me and I kissed her. Lightly at first, just touching her lips with mine and it felt electric. There was something there and I pulled back, searching the girl's face to see if she'd felt it too. Ginny blinked at me, smiling and slowly unfolding herself as she let go of the teddy bear and then we were hugging.
We laid down together on her bed, kissing and holding each other and I felt her body through the sweatshirt and shorts. She didn't stop me when my hand slipped beneath her sweatshirt either and my new girlfriend wasn't wearing anything underneath. I stroked her back while Ginny suckled my tongue and then I found her large breasts and I massaged her amazingly firm tits while we made out with increasing urgency. The dam had broken, all those pent up emotions spilling free for the first time. All our hopes and dreams coming alive as our fears were banished forever, only to be replaced with new ones…But that's part of love too.
"Ummm…" Ginny moaned into my mouth as she pulled my hand from her tits and I'd been pinching and pulling her plump nipples. They were long and fat and she seemed to love the way I played with them.
But I thought she wanted me to stop, like maybe I was going too fast, but that wasn't it at all. Ginny pulled my hand down to her shorts and tilted her hips toward me, offering me her pussy as I rubbed her vulnerable sex through the fleece. She wasn't wearing panties either and I could feel the vague shape of her vulva and the heat pouring from her horny hole. She seemed to be even more turned on than I was and my cock ached with excitement.
Ginny found it too. While I played with her pussy and felt her shorts growing damp as I rubbed her clit and tried to finger her, Ginny worked blindly to open my jeans and free my cock. She pushed her hand inside my boxers and I played copycat, sliding my hand inside her shorts to find her humid sex with my fingers. I felt her soft pubic hair and the fleshy lips of her cunt, the greasy cleft of her pussy opening for my touch.
She jerked me off inside my boxers while we French kissed long and deep, barely pausing for the cool air we both desperately needed. I curled my middle finger and pressed the tip inside her pussy and Ginny stiffened for just a second, but then relaxed and squeezed her thighs against my hand. She felt incredibly tight and I suppose she should have, considering she'd only had sex once in her life and that only a few days before. I explored the curious bumps and ridges inside the girl, caressing the walls of her sex and trying to be as gentle as I could with her.
"Do you want to put it in?" she breathed some few minutes later and I blinked at her.
"What about your dad?" I wondered, glancing at her bedroom door and knowing it wasn't locked.
"He won't come up here," Ginny promised. "He trusts me."
"Oh yeah?" I gave her a teasing smile and the girl actually blushed.
"Do you want to?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "More than anything."
"Will you pull out this time?"
"I will," I said. "I'll never lie to you again, Ginny."
"Alright," she whispered, staring into my eyes for a second before we started trying to undress each other and kiss at the same time.
"Oh ummmm…Slow…Really slow…" Ginny whispered, biting her bottom lip as I pushed my cock inside her pussy. She felt even tighter this time than she had when I'd popped her cherry!
"Okay?" I asked her once I had maybe half my cock inside and we weren't moving, but I could feel her pussy squeezing me with sharp, sweet contractions. She felt wonderful wrapped around my cock like that and I probably could have cum without even moving an inch.
"Yeah." She nodded. "It feels good."
"Me too," I said, kissing her lips and then her eyes because they looked a little wet.
"I love you," Ginny told me, breathing the words into my ear as she pulled my body against hers.
Her tits felt like two firm pillows and as I started moving my hips, she would squirm beneath me and rub her nipples against my chest. That felt pretty amazing too and I began pushing a little deeper, stretching Ginny's pussy with my fat cock until there just didn't seem to be anymore room. Just like the first time we'd had sex, my dick was just a little too long for the girl and I really wanted to get all the way inside her.
"Oh God!" she gasped and froze for a second and my cockhead had found the very bottom of her pussy.
"Are you alright?" I asked, worried that I might have hurt her.
"Don't stop!" She giggled breathlessly. "That's...Yeah…Okay!"
She had most of my cock inside her and she liked it a lot. Ginny's pussy felt way too small, like trying to shove my dick through a hot, wet needle, but girl's stretch and we were soon fucking hard enough to make the bed squeak. I just had to remember not to jam my cock inside her all the way, but even when I did and my cockhead would hit the soft bottom with a vaguely satisfying jolt, Ginny didn't complain. In fact, I think it made her cum.
"Ummm…" she moaned softly, only that. Maybe a weak grunt or even a tiny whimper as well, but Ginny was so quiet when she came I couldn't believe it. Wendy could get kinda loud, my mom too, and I figured all girls were like that, but not Ginny. She only hugged me tighter and closed her eyes, squeezing her thighs against my hips and sort of rolling her ass more side to side than up and down.
And her pussy squeezed my cock like a vise! Jesus! That girl had some pussy muscles and they seemed to ripple along the shaft, pulling me deeper and I couldn't pull back anyway, not with Ginny's legs wrapped around me like they were. She was going to make me cum and I told her that.
"Ginny…Gin…I'm gonna cum…" I whispered urgently, pushing myself against her legs and arms. "I gotta pull out."
"Not yet…Please…Not…Yet…Ummm…" She was cumming again! Like two seconds after the last one or maybe even at the same time.
"Ginny…" I could barely talk as I tightened my gut and fought the urge to relax and let my sperm go. My cock seemed to contract with anticipation of shooting a huge load inside her womb and I couldn't do it. I'd promised her!
"Ummmph!" She kissed me instead of letting me go and as soon as I felt her tongue caressing mine, I lost it!
"Mmmmm…" I sighed into her mouth and my cock pulsed rapidly, spurting semen and sperm into Ginny's hungry womb without mercy.
She'd finally taken all of my dick too, my balls were pressed against her ass while they loosed their lively load. We kept kissing all the while, but the raw joy of cumming was tempered with the knowledge that I'd lied to her again. I couldn't believe I hadn't pulled out of her. Ginny was just a girl, it wasn't as if I couldn't have gotten away if I'd really wanted to…Right? It had sure seemed like I'd been trying at the time though and the first words out of my mouth once we'd both relaxed were…
"I'm sorry, Ginny."
"For what?" she asked with a teasing smile. "It's my fault. I heard what you were saying."
"But…" I shook my head and felt her pussy still squeezing my cock as I lay on top of her.
"I never felt like that before," Ginny told me. "It was really great."
"Really?"
"God yeah!" She giggled. "You made me cum."
"Me too." I laughed, feeling relieved like you wouldn't believe. She wasn't even mad!
"I'd better wash it out though," she sighed. "We should get some of those condom things or something."
"Yeah," I agreed, giving a little push with my hips because it felt too good not to. My dick refused to go soft as it bathed in our combined juices.
"Hmmm…" Ginny bit her bottom lip and played her fingernails along my back. "Are you gonna get off me?"
"I don't really want to," I admitted with a smile, pulling back and pushing into her again, fucking my new girlfriend slowly.
"I can tell." She giggled with a gentle lift of her hips, meeting my cock as it went balls deep into her pussy. Ginny could take all of me now and she still felt wonderfully snug, nice and tight and creamy inside.
"Are you sure your dad's not gonna come up here?"
"Positive," she sighed, kissing my face and bringing her knees a bit higher. "He's not really my dad anyway."
"He's not?" I kissed her hair, dark and damp and clinging to her skin and not as soft or thick as Wendy's, but I didn't care.
"I call him my uncle," Ginny breathed. "He married Mom when I was six."
"But…" For just a fleeting second I remembered my mom and dad were really my aunt and uncle, sorta.
"My mom was only seventeen when I was, uhhh…Mmmm…Like that," she gasped and shivered, pulling her knees up even higher and I pushed myself up.
"Yeah," I whispered, getting Ginny's legs over my shoulders and it just seemed to be what we both wanted.
Her ass rolled upward, off the bed and I suddenly had a straight shot into her pussy. I got even deeper than I had before as I leaned into the girl, pushing her knees to her shoulders practically just so I could kiss her while we made love. Jesus! Ginny felt even tighter than before like that, even with her pussy full of cum; like I found places inside her that my cock had never touched before.
"Uh-huh…Mmmm…Uh…" She'd hold her breath and let it out with a soft whimper, squeezing me with her hands while the bed bounced noisily. Her step-dad or uncle whoever the heck he was, the guy must have heard us! Ginny's bed didn't have a headboard, thank God, but the bed frame and the box spring were banging against the wall all the same. I fucked the girl hard and fast, just the way she wanted it and Ginny was cumming all over my cock!
I think she came like three times maybe, except it wasn't really easy to tell them apart. Ginny liked to cum a lot and her orgasms seemed to arrive one after another. She'd barely relax when I'd feel her body grow tense again, her pussy grabbing my dick with those tiny contractions that felt so good, and she'd squirm beneath my dick making only the softest sounds imaginable. When she'd cum it felt like music, even though that doesn't make sense, but it's true. Ginny would sing to me and I could feel the song in my heart, that's all I can really say about it.
"Do you want me to pull out?" I asked, panting the words across her pink face and she opened her eyes to look at me.
"No," she breathed. "It doesn't matter now."
I guess she had a point there, since I'd already cum inside her once. A little more wasn't going to make much of a difference probably, or a lot more for that matter. We stared into each other's eyes when it happened, when my cock erupted with another load of sperm filled semen spilling into Ginny's tight pussy. I didn't stop moving either. I fucked her all the while and that felt pretty good, and my orgasm seemed to last a little longer than they usually did. But it still ended all too quickly and after my load was spent and my cock stopped jerking, I pulled out of Ginny's sex and rolled onto my back beside her.
"Wow!" She giggled, smiling and breathing hard just like me. "That was the best one."
"Yeah," I agreed, pressing my hand against her soft tummy and just feeling the girl warm and sticky and beautiful.
We didn't say anything else for minute or two and we didn't have to, that was the best part. I felt totally comfortable with the silence and Ginny put her hand over mine, letting me rub her belly like a magic lamp.
"I better go to the bathroom," she finally said, and I could hear the reluctance in her voice. "You put a lot inside me."
"I couldn't help it," I said with a chuckle, smiling like I'd never be able to stop, but as Ginny moved I saw a flash of something like pain pass cross her face.
"I'm just kinda sore," she explained, seeing my expression of concern. "I think you've got a really big, um…dick."
"Maybe." I shrugged, smiling sheepishly and wondering if she'd ever seen anyone else's, but I didn't want to ask. That would've been kind of rude since we'd only been dating for about an hour.
"What happened to your eye anyway?" she wondered. "It looks like you got in a fight."
"Huh? Oh…"
"You didn't tell Chris, did you?" Ginny suddenly looked frightened and I shook my head quickly.
"No. I was playing hockey."
"Oh yeah?" She grinned at me as she got off the bed, standing somewhat gingerly it seemed to me. "Don't let my uncle find out. He loves hockey."
"I figured that out already." I nodded, admiring her legs and ass and especially those big, beautiful tits. "Do you like hockey?"
"Of course!" Ginny giggled and I thought she was probably teasing me. "You'd better get dressed. I'll be right back."
I watched her butt wiggle as she walked to the door, pausing just long enough to smile over her shoulder. I'd always thought the girl looked a little overweight, not really fat, just a few pounds heavier than she should be. But you know what? She wasn't. Ginny looked good naked and maybe she wasn't sleek like Wendy, and maybe she didn't have my mom's perfect measurements, but I didn't care. Ginny had never fucked anybody else in her life either and a little voice in my heart thought it would be pretty sweet if she never did.
It would be like I was marrying a virgin…but I pushed that thought away in a hurry. We hadn't even been out on a real date yet! Yeah, I was pretty hopeless, but I liked it a lot and that's what Wendy and my parents didn't understand about me. I wanted to believe the fairy tales, you know? All that mushy romantic stuff guys aren't supposed to like, that's what I wanted and I had to find a way to explain that to them.
I just wished I had someone I could talk to because I sure as heck couldn't let Ginny find out I was fucking my mom!
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Maybe Ginny's uncle hadn't heard us since he'd been in the basement while we'd been upstairs. He came back up just as Ginny finished making some kind of meatless lasagna thing in the microwave. I'd never heard of meatless lasagna in my life and I didn't think I'd ever wanted to, but…
"Ginny's a vegetarian," the man said with a grin, and I still didn't know his name.
"I really am!" She smiled over her shoulder and she'd put her sweatshirt back on, but now wore jeans instead of her shorts. They'd gotten sorta damp.
"Which means the rest of us gotta starve for a decent cheeseburger," he continued around a swallow of beer.
"There are no decent cheeseburger's, Uncle Mark," Ginny told him. "But if you want a veggie burger…"
"See what I gotta live with?" He looked at me and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you like it anyway," she said, handing him a plate of lasagna. "Stop trying to scare away my boyfriend."
"A man should know what he's getting himself into." He shrugged and then sniffed his lasagna suspiciously. "What's in this?"
"Never mind him," Ginny told me, fixing two more plates for us. "Sorry it's microwave. Next time I'll cook something real for you."
"No, it looks great," I said. "I'm starving."
"Me too!" She laughed. "Sit down. Do you want some water or I can make some juice…"
"I'll have another beer," Mark said, taking his own seat at the kitchen table and getting a snort out of Ginny.
"Water's great," I agreed, feeling a little nervous as this was all brand new. Having dinner with Ginny and her uncle, who was basically her dad, I guessed. I hadn't quite figured it out, but they acted completely normal, so…
"So, not to be rude or anything, but…What about Chris?" he wondered. "I thought you liked that boy."
"Don't…Please?" She frowned at him and the man smiled innocently.
"I'm just asking, Gin. Have you told him yet?"
"Not yet," she replied with a glance at me. "I'll tell him tomorrow."
"Maybe you oughta call him," Mark suggested.
"I'm not gonna break up with Chris over the phone!" Ginny stared at him. "He doesn't deserve that, okay?"
"Okay." He dipped his head. "Just trying to help."
"I still like him, I just…" she sighed. "I didn't expect this, that's all."
"Expect what exactly?" he wondered, and I thought he seemed sort of serious all of a sudden.
"Uncle Mark…" Ginny warned him. "Don't embarrass me, okay?"
"I've taken care of you for a long time," he sighed, and turned his head towards me. "I've been her Daddy since kindergarten. Ginny tell you that?"
"Ummm…Not really," I answered truthfully.
"Well, I have and I love her like my own little girl," Mark said, leaning across the table. "She is my own little girl and I want to make sure you know that."
"Aren't you supposed to do this in private?" Ginny asked sarcastically. "Give him the big speech behind my back?"
"Nah." He shook his head. "It's probably best you hear it too. You're getting at an age when you think you know what you're doing, but…"
"Sorry," she whispered, and I gave Ginny a small smile, but mostly tried to look serious for her uncle.
And I was serious too. I mean, the guy was big and barrel chested with a generous belly and a good natured face, but I had little doubt he'd hurt the boy who hurt Ginny. I really hoped he didn't know I'd just spent the better part of an hour fucking her. I didn't think Uncle Mark would take too kindly to that idea.
"…you two have your whole lives ahead of you," he continued. "More time than you'll know what to do with, so don't go rushing into anything. Don't do anything foolish just because it feels good."
I swallowed hard and nodded and Ginny cleared her throat softly, but neither of us said anything.
"A girl oughta be proud and pure on her wedding night," he said, looking between the two of us. "And a real man oughta appreciate that. The waiting might seem a little hard sometimes, but if the girl's worth it…"
"Uh, yes sir," I agreed, since Mark seemed to be staring at me. The weird part was that I thought the same thing, mostly, except I'd fucked Ginny. But that was before I'd fallen in love with her, too. Kinda.
"We're not getting married," Ginny said with a nervous giggle. "Are we?"
"Not yet," I said slowly, thinking she just wanted to tease her uncle. "I haven't really thought about it."
"Nobody knows the future, Jimmy. That's my point," he said, and then looked at Ginny. "And any girl who can't respect herself…Well, you can ask your mother about that."
"Hmmmm…" Ginny frowned, but I didn't know what he meant by that.
"I trust Ginny," Mark told me, "and I want to trust you, but if you can't respect my little girl then…" he shrugged, "…you might as well start walking away while you still can."
"I, uh…" I swallowed thickly and nodded. "I respect her a lot."
"Hmph." The man stared at me for a moment and then relaxed with a warm smile. "Good! We won't have any problems then, will we?"
"No sir," I agreed, glancing at Ginny and she smiled. Her uncle accepted me now, or so it seemed, and all we had to do was make sure he never discovered the truth!
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"We're never doing it again," I whispered, even though we were alone in the kitchen after dinner. "Not if your uncle's home."
"Yeah!" Ginny giggled. "God! He totally embarrassed me too."
"Why?" I asked her as we loaded the dishwasher. "He's just worried about you."
"I know, but…" She shrugged. "Do you really respect me?"
"Oh man!" I rolled my eyes. "Don't even ask me that, Gin."
"I mean, I didn't even know you and we…"
"You're about the only girl I respect," I told her truthfully. "You don't even have to wonder about it. Okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, smiling and blushing and giving me those hazel eyes. Fuck! Ginny seemed to grow more and more beautiful right before my eyes.
I kissed her quickly on the mouth and I wanted to do so much more than just that.
"What are you going to tell Wendy?" she wondered, sucking her lips nervously.
"I found someone else." I shrugged. "Someone I like better."
"Do you?" Ginny sighed, maybe doubting that anyone would pick her over a girl like Wendy.
"You've got to stop that," I decided, closing the dishwasher with a rattle and a thud so I could step closer and hold her hips.
"Doing what?" she whispered, looking upward to see my eyes.
"Doubting me," I said. "And doubting yourself. I love you, I told you that, and I'm not gonna change my mind."
"I love you too," Ginny breathed, wrapping her arms around my neck as I hugged her.
My cock began growing hard again as I felt her body pressing against mine. She smelled so good after taking a quick shower before dinner. I pushed my nose in Ginny's hair and just breathed her in while my hands squeezed her hips and the girl's tits rubbed against my chest. I wanted to make love to her again, right there in the kitchen, and maybe we did have a lot of time. The rest of our lives maybe, but it didn't seem like it for some reason.
"Ahem…"
The sound made us both jerk and I let Ginny go quickly as she almost pushed me away.
"Am I interrupting something?" a woman asked. I'd seen her around before, probably with Ginny, except I'd never really noticed Ginny at all until just a couple days ago.
"Hi Mom, um…We were just, uh…" Ginny blushed and blinked at her mother. "This is Jimmy."
"I know who he is," she answered, kind of coldly. I wondered if I'd ever done anything to make the woman mad.
Ginny's mom looked a lot like her daughter. They had the same hazel eyes and brown hair, the same sort of plain features, I suppose. The woman had large tits too, nice ones, and she wasn't fat or thin, but what my dad would have called healthy. That's the polite way of saying Ginny's mom had a nice shape, but with some extra padding and in truth, my opinion of what a beautiful woman looked like was slowly but surely changing. And for the better, I thought.
"What are you doing here?" she asked me, dropping a gym bag on the floor and I guessed she'd been doing aerobics or something. She looked kind of damp, like she'd just taken a shower herself.
"I, uh…" I blinked and felt my face getting warm. It seemed pretty obvious what we'd been doing.
"Jimmy's my new boyfriend," Ginny said, reaching for my hand. She sounded a little confused by her mom's hostility as well.
"No." She shook her head. "He can't be your boyfriend."
"What? Why not?" Ginny demanded with a frown. "We were only kissing, Mom!"
"He just can't!" the woman said loudly. "Don't argue with me!"
"Maybe I should, um…" I glanced at the door, thinking this had gotten real weird real quick. It had only been a kiss and more hugging than that, really, so what was the deal?
"You should leave," she agreed. "Go home."
"Mom!" Ginny blinked as her eyes grew wet with tears. "What's wrong with you? Why?"
"It's for your own good, Ginny," her mom replied. "Go upstairs."
"No!" she protested, grabbing my hand and not letting me go anywhere. "We love each other."
"What did you say?" The woman stared at us and she looked like a volcano ready to blow.
"Jimmy loves me," Ginny said, squeezing my fingers tightly. "And I love him."
"You can't," she told us with a dreadful finality.
"Why?" my girlfriend demanded. "Just tell me why, Mom!"
"Because he's your brother!" she yelled, slapping the table with her palm.
"What?" I breathed, and Ginny seemed to be too shocked to say anything.
A long, uncomfortable silence engulfed us while her mom composed herself.
"Ginny's father is your dad," the woman told me with surprising calmness. She almost looked sad more than angry. "I'm sorry, but…that's it. Will you leave now? Please?"
"But…" I looked at Ginny and she stared at me and I tried to see some resemblance to my dad.
Maybe her nose? The shape of her eyes, if not the color which she'd definitely gotten from her mom. Ginny's smile? Yeah, she wasn't smiling then, but when she did smile. I could see my dad there. Maybe. But even if I couldn't, why would her mother lie about something like that? None of it made any sense unless…Was her name Lonnie? I had no idea and I almost asked, but then Mark walked into the kitchen.
"Vicky? What's wrong?" he asked his wife, but she didn't say anything.
At least I knew she wasn't my dad's old girlfriend. Unless he'd had more than one or cheated on my mom or…Oh God! I didn't want this to be true. I was praying that it had to be some kind of cruel joke. I'd found a girl I could love. A girl I did love and she was clean and innocent and honest and…my sister? I'd fucked my own sister? I had to leave. I had to think about it and figure out what was going on. I had to find my dad!
"Jimmy?" Ginny whispered as I pulled my hand from hers.
"Let him go," her mom said. "You have to let him go now."
"I'll, um…I'll call you," I said, looking at Ginny as I fumbled with my shoes, trying to get them on my feet while my heart tried to climb up my throat and my gut felt like I'd been kicked in the balls.
"Alright." Ginny wiped her eyes and I knew she had to feel as confused and hurt as I did. But we were helpless and I'd never felt so completely alone in my life.