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CHAPTER 3:

April 2009:

Keith:

It was a couple of weeks later that I arrived at the oval to coach the boys slightly later than usual. They’d already started to dribble in. I was about to head over to them and get started setting up when I heard a yell, and turned to find a large, angry man striding up behind me. His fists were clenched. Not a good sign.

“You, you fucking faggot!” he yelled. I sighed inwardly and stood my ground.

“Can I help you?” I asked coldly.

“You shut your fucking face, you bloody cock-sucking fairy!” he yelled. I was distantly aware that there were other parents around, that the kids were stopping and staring, that blood was slowly but surely heading for my cheeks. “My own son!” he yelled and I blinked. I had no idea whose father this was, but he obviously didn’t like his son associating with ‘one of us’. “You keep your fucking queer hands away from him!”

“Are you accusing me of something?” I asked him coolly. I should have realised that this was not the man who backed down. I should have realised that this was a man who saw gayness as a threat to his masculinity, and apparently to his son’s as well.

“Damn right I am, you arse-fucker! You leave my son alone! You hear?” I felt my temper rising.

“I don’t know which boy your son is, but I-” I began firmly. I wanted to yell back, but I was aware that I was supposed to be a role model for these kids and I wasn’t going to enter into a fight like this.

“You been after that many of them, you sick son of a bitch?” he asked me with a gleam in his eye. Ah, shit. “You hear that?” he yelled at the other parents. “You hear what he’s doing to your sons?”

“Now you listen to me,” I said loudly, deciding that this was the point at which I should stand up for myself and raising a hand to point at him. He turned back to look at me. He’d used the movement to disguise his real intent. He took a swing at me, I didn’t react fast enough so he connected with my eye. I saw stars, swung blindly as I lost my balance, felt my knuckles hit soft flesh and hard bone and something sharp. I stumbled back until I found my footing, blinked and saw (with my good eye) that I’d hit him in the mouth. He spat blood. Oh shit. Not good. He roared, blood leaking from his mouth and launched himself at me.

It took five other parents to get him off.

Half an hour later we were at the police station.

Guess I’m lucky it wasn’t the hospital.

John interviewed me. I told him what happened, trying not to shake. It had upset me more than I realised. I’d been in town for two months, and so far everyone had been really nice. I hadn’t had any comments or eggs thrown at my house or any problems I might have expected in a small town at all. I guess I’d thought by now that there wouldn’t be any.

He let me leave his office and I walked down the hall to leave the station. McGuiness had the angry father in cuffs since he was refusing to cooperate, and thoughtfully waited until I was out of the way to take him to John’s office.

The hallway was sort of narrow and I didn’t fancy walking right by him there.

I exited the station and stuck my hands in my pockets. I was pretty sure I had a shiner. My knuckles were cut up. My ribs felt pretty badly bruised and my right shin stung like blazes. But my dignity was the worst hurt. I debated whether to head back and see how training was going, or whether to just go home and hide.

Then I noticed a skinny figure sitting on the curb.

“Joel.” I said, sat next to him, pretending that didn’t hurt as much as it did. He was the tall shy boy I’d had my suspicions about. And surely there wasn’t any other reason he was sitting in the gutter outside the police station on his own. It was a pity to have my suspicions proved right like this. He looked pretty shaken up. “Sorry I hit your dad.” I offered. He managed a quick grin before he looked away.

“I came out to him. Today.” He blurted. I nodded. That made a whole lot of sense.

“You alright?” I asked. He shrugged.

“I didn’t think he’d go mental, you know? And I did tell him you never- I mean- that you’re not-” I cut him off.

“Yeah. It’s ok.” He rested his chin back on his knees.

“I’ve never met anyone else who was… you know – gay – before. And everyone just accepted you, you know?” he said softly, staring determinedly across the road.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “But I’m not from around here. I’m a strange exotic creature from the city.” He smiled sadly and closed his eyes.

“Is it always like that?” he asked.

“Sometimes.” I said. I had to be honest. “Not everyone is open minded. Doesn’t matter what century it is. Mostly though, the people who aren’t ok with it just avoid you.”

“Everyone’s going to know, now.” he said thickly.

“Yeah.” I said gently. “But you know what? That’s the hardest part. Once you’re out then you don’t have to worry about that anymore. You don’t have to keep worrying about how your friends and family will react. You get it over and done with and then you can get on with living your life and everyone else can damn well deal with it or not.”

“Mum casino siteleri cried.”

“Mine hit me with a silver serving spoon on my ear. Two stitches.” I said. He looked at me with wide eyes. I laughed. “She’s ok with it now.” I told him. “She didn’t mean to hurt me, she was just shocked. To be fair, I probably shouldn’t have come out while she was serving Christmas dinner to the extended family. She was serving peas over my shoulder and I just blurted it out. The spoon was only about fifteen centimetres away, but she panicked because she drew blood and took me off to the hospital. Then she nearly broke my fingers holding my hand. Parents are like that. They love you no matter what. He’ll come round. It might take a while, but they’ll most likely come round.” He nodded but didn’t look up. He probably suspected what I already knew- that it might not happen. That there wasn’t always a happy ending. “Here.” I said, pulling a pen from my jacket and finding an old receipt in my pocket. I scribbled my phone number and my email address on the back. “If you want to talk about anything, then let me know, yeah?” he took the piece of paper and nodded.

“Thanks.”

I offered him a smile, then got up and began to make my way home.

Like this wouldn’t light up the town with gossip.

I got some frozen veggies out of the freezer when I got home and iced my eye. It gave me a massive headache, so I took a couple of asprin as well. I was lying on my couch watching tv with a bag of peas on my head when my doorbell rang. I got to my feet and shuffled to answer it.

John stood there, looking slightly awkward. He was wearing dark jeans and a nice shirt, looked like he’d showered and shaved. He was so luscious I forgot to breathe.

“Hi.” I said stupidly. My blood wasn’t in my brain at that point.

“Hey. Want to get some dinner?” He asked. I blinked. What was he asking me, really?

“Oh.” Eloquent. Nice. “Uh, I’m not sure I really want to head out.” I said, touching my eye. He grinned.

“Yeah. Only I thought, you know, I could show some solidarity with you. You know.” Yeah. I could guess. He wanted to be seen with me out in public so people knew he wouldn’t stand for gays being attacked in his town. He wanted me to know he didn’t have a problem with it. And maybe this was as good as an excuse as he’d get to ask me to dinner without actually asking me on a date. “Have you tried the Italian restaurant yet?”

“No.” I said. “Do you like Indian?” he gave a nod, but his reaction was hesitant. I knew why. The Italian restaurant was family friendly, bright lights and chequered table cloths. The Indian restaurant was dimly lit, had little candle lit booths, soft cushions, deep, vibrant colours. More date material. I stood in the doorframe and looked him over, up and down.

I wanted to demand to know what he wanted from me. I was not in the mood to play games. And I was tired of avoiding him because I didn’t know what to expect. I was still coming to terms with being single and I was not prepared for meaningless sex. If that was what he was after then my answer would be no.

I opened my mouth to ask him if this was a dinner invitation or something else, something more, but I caught the look in his eye.

He was nervous.

If he was gay then I’d never heard a peep about it. And knowing some of the women, Sarah in particular, they’d have been trying to set us up the instant I arrived if they had known. It wouldn’t matter to them; so long as they got to play matchmakers. Sarah was his sister, and from what I’d seen they were close. If she didn’t know then I was willing to bet that no one did. If he really was gay then he’d obviously been in the closet forever and ever; for his whole damn life. Hell, I didn’t even know if he’d ever spoken to an openly gay guy before. There was even the possibility he was still a virgin.

Oh god.

That was definitely something I’d never thought about having to deal with.

“Ok.” I agreed finally. I wouldn’t ask. Not yet. I almost felt a peculiar kind of relief. Putting off the possibility of rejection, I guess. Call me chicken but I’ll swear it was because I didn’t want to put him on the spot. “Sure.” He smiled and nodded and I wondered what I was doing. “Italian sounds good.”

Dinner was actually really nice. We chatted and steered clear of any awkward topics, but still had a lot of fun. We found a lot of things to talk about. I checked him out every opportunity I got. His awesome shoulders and the breadth of his chest, his strong thighs and great arse. The way the denim cupped his package. A few people come up, too, to ask what had happened and express sympathy that I really didn’t need. A couple of fathers came up to check I wasn’t going to give up on coaching, too. That I really appreciated.

John noticed. “Not everyone hates gays, you know.” He said quietly. Was this an invitation to ask him about himself? Was this a hint?

“I guess,” I said slowly. “I just didn’t expect it. Not when I’ve been here this long, now.” He nodded slowly.

“Davies is an alright bloke, really. Don’t know why he attacked you.”

“I slot oyna do.” I said, taking a drink. “I coach his son. Joel. He said he came out today.”

“Ah.” John said carefully. Added nothing else. My heart thudded painfully in my chest.

“Yeah.” I decided to go on. “So he attacked me over it.” John nodded slowly, didn’t look up.

“Family… family’s tricky.” He finally agreed.

Was that it? He wasn’t saying much, but I had to wonder. If he was really gay, and by now I was pretty damn sure he was, was he trying to tell me something? His family wouldn’t accept him?

I wondered if I could ask Sarah about their family subtly enough that she wouldn’t twig. And neither would John.

It was something to think about.

John drove me home and when he pulled into my driveway there was a moment where I thought I could have kissed him and he might not have minded. I found myself with a stomach full of butterflies instead. What if I’d read him wrong and he wasn’t interested in me? I couldn’t face rejection again, not yet. I wasn’t ready for this.

I thanked him and hopped out of the car.

_________

Sarah invited me to dinner with her family a few days later and I thought I had the perfect opportunity to ask about her family without John noticing… until she opened the door and John was already there with a nephew slung over each shoulder.

He grinned at me and carried the laughing and squealing kids into the next room.

“Favourite uncle, I see.” I said with a grin. Sarah laughed and nodded.

“Definitely the favourite uncle.” She agreed. “And he’s made himself my favourite, too. He’s an absolute angel when we need someone to look after them or babysit. He needs some kids of his own, I’m telling you.” My ears pricked up. Here was an opportunity if ever there was one.

“So you have more siblings, then?” I asked.

“Yeah, two more brothers. They both live out of town.” She didn’t offer any more information and I felt like her tone was a little short, so I didn’t ask any more.

John sat opposite me at dinner. I wasn’t getting signals from him like I thought I had the other night, but I was pretty sure I could attribute that to being in the presence of his sister and her husband. All the same, halfway through the meal I managed to somehow smack my knee against his, and when I reached under the table to rub it, the backs of our hands brushed against each other.

My gaze flew to his. He was watching me quietly, eyes dark and calm. He looked totally unflustered. So unflustered that I had to wonder if this wasn’t entirely unintentional… but his hand lingered…

After a moment I swallowed hard and pulled my hand away. I had to have a drink before I kept eating. My mouth was suddenly dry.

We saw each other more frequently after that. At Sarah’s, since she was beginning to ask me to family dinners more frequently, but even if we happened to bump into each other in the main street we might have a coffee or a chat. He came to a whole lot of soccer matches and practices too, apparently to give a couple of kids lifts home, but he was always early. And he’d stand there with his arms crossed, leaning back slightly. I was fairly sure he was watching me.

There was always that tension between us. And it was building steadily.

And I was getting tired of waiting.

I was aware, too, that Graeme’s wedding was coming up. I hadn’t heard from him and I didn’t expect to, but it didn’t worry me quite so much anymore. It still hurt, but I was coping. It didn’t consume my dreams anymore. I didn’t think about him half a dozen times an hour and wonder what had gone wrong, wonder if he’d ever loved me at all or if he’d just fallen out of love with me, if this was the first time there’d been someone else I hadn’t known about, if he’d considered leaving me before. I could think about him without crying. I was functioning and actually beginning to feel like I was getting my life back on track. I was starting to feel good about things again.

I had high hopes for the future.

A couple of weeks later I’d been sitting in the window at Jim’s writing something I had high hopes for, when John dropped past and came to say hi.

A coffee together turned into lunch. He was so easy going and relaxed about everything, so easy to talk to.

He was just about to head back out when I took a fortifying breath and asked him.

“Hey.” I said. “Do you want to come over for dinner on Friday?” he looked quite taken aback and I found myself keeping on talking to give him an out, to give him a reason, to tell him this didn’t have to be more than a meal. “It’s just that it’s … it’s the wedding day.”

John gave me a level look and I prepared myself for him to tell me it wasn’t a good idea. “Are you telling me you found someone to sell you more rum?” He asked me dryly instead.

I laughed. “No. I just don’t really want to be alone.” He nodded slowly then smiled and nodded.

“Sure. Can I bring anything?” He asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’ll spend the day cooking. You know. Keep busy.” He nodded and smiled, and looked at me again with canlı casino siteleri concern and warmth.

I was tempted to lean over the table, grab his shirt and kiss him silly.

Somehow I managed to restrain myself.

Friday came and I spent the afternoon cooking. I was totally preoccupied with the thought of having John in my house. Having John come over for dinner. Graeme barely entered my head at all.

By the time my phone rang I was a bit of a mess.

“Hello?” I asked breathlessly.

“Hey Keithy- been running?” It was my kid sister, Emma.

“No.” I hoped I didn’t sound too sullen. “How are you?” I asked to cover the moment.

“Good. Wanted to see how the writing’s coming. I have a friend who just got a job in publishing, and I thought you could show her your manuscript. Last time I spoke to you, you said you thought you were nearly done and-“

“Oh, Em, thanks, but I’m kind of expecting someone. Can I call you back?”

“You can just email, that’s ok. Someone special then?”

“Just a friend.” I said defensively. “Sort of. Who is freakin’ h-o-t, by the way.” I added with a grin. Em laughed and I chatted to her for a few moments before the doorbell rang.

“Well I want to hear all about it, ok?”

“Gotta go. Thanks Em.”

I shut my phone and hurried to the door.

“Hi.” I managed to get out in a close to normal voice as I opened it, then forgot to breathe. John smiled at me slowly. He was wearing a close fitting t shirt and jeans, with a belt which had a big cowboy buckle which drew my attention straight to his groin. Did he do that on purpose?

“You going to let me in?” He asked after a moment.

“Right. Yeah.” I answered blankly, inwardly kicking myself. He was too gorgeous to be real, wasn’t he? He grinned at me and I let him in. I felt suddenly self conscious, even thought I was just wearing jeans and a shirt as well. “Get you a drink?” I asked. He looked at me suspiciously and I had to laugh. “No one’s been selling me alcohol, I promise. I’ve got coke, juice, cordial…”

“A glass of water would be great to start off with.” He said. “I’m a bit thirsty.” He suddenly looked a little awkward and I smiled and nodded. He was feeling this. He had to be.

___________

“So,” John asked when we were eating dessert. I’d made banoffee pie with bananas and strawberries and extra chocolate and it was pretty damn good, if I did say so myself. John really seemed to appreciate it too. I nearly leapt at him and wrestled him to the ground when he moaned and closed his eyes and tipped his head back like that. “You seem pretty ok about this.”

“Huh?” I asked. I hated that. I was a writer, and yet sometimes around him I could barely string a sentence together. I definitely couldn’t gather my thoughts.

“You know. Graeme getting married.”

“Oh. Right.” I said, frowning. He was right; I was actually feeling pretty good. I shrugged. “Well. It’s been a couple of weeks past three months since he left me. I’ve sort of had time to get myself together, I guess.” John was watching me like he wanted me to continue, so I sighed and put my spork down. “It still hurts.” I said. “But my heart’s not breaking anymore. I can deal with it, now. I’m more angry than anything, because everything was about him and I had no part in this. So I’ve tried to let go. And about this time tomorrow,” I said with a smirk, “he’ll be wondering what the fuck he’s got himself into.”

“Really?” John asked quietly. “You think he’ll change his mind and come back?”

“In all honesty, I don’t think he will.” I admitted. “I think maybe I wasn’t… what he needed, in the end.” John scowled.

“That’s not a reason for cheating.”

“Yeah. I know. But I think maybe being with a woman will suit him better.”

“How do you mean?” John asked quietly.

“Well. Same sex relationships aren’t simple, just like normal relationships aren’t always simple or easy. There are still stereotypes of men and women, and I don’t think Graeme ever really… liked the blurring of the boundaries. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I mean, he was in a gay relationship, but he-I think he felt threatened if I was too masculine, you know? He liked that I cooked. He liked that I had long hair and that I was smaller than him. He didn’t like me playing too much sport. I got a promotion at work and he didn’t like that. He never said, but I could tell.” I smiled at John. He seemed to be drinking up what I said. “I passed it on to someone else after a few months. Partly because I thought Grae would be happier again and partly because it was more work than I was prepared for. But then he worked longer hours, so I tended to do things around the house. You know. I didn’t mind doing it, but sometimes I didn’t like his attitude to it. I feel like he wanted me in what he saw as a woman’s role, and he didn’t like it if things didn’t fit.” John was looking at me like that was crazy. “I know.” I agreed. It was crazy, especially seeing as we were both men. We weren’t exactly ever going to be a traditional couple. “So yeah. I think he’ll have married a nice traditional girl and be really happy. And I’m ok. I think seeing the engagement notice was the final straw. I got drunk, but I think… that was sort of the last of what I felt. I could finally really let go. So I think… I’ve got it out of my system. I’m ok now.”

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As Melinda drove home from another hot Florida day she looked at the rolling clouds coming in off the gulf and wondered if she would make it home before the rain came down. Not that every cloud that rolled in would bring rain but this was Florida, it rained every five minutes it seemed sometimes. She sped up marginally to beat the rain but failed when it started to sprinkle as she pulled onto her residential street. Looking down the road she had to turn on her wipers before she reached her driveway. Pressing the button on the console of her car the garage door opened effortlessly as she pulled into her spot of the three car garage. She noted Em’s SUV was parked in its spot but that didn’t mean she was home, she could have taken her bike out for a quick ride which she did a lot to keep in shape. Melinda hoped not with how hot the day had been, dehydration could set in so quickly and with it raining now she quickly parked and checked the rack for her girlfriend’s sports bike. It was hung up as usual and this relieved her mind. She pressed the button and the garage door quietly closed behind her as she shut off the engine to her car. She sat there a minute in the quiet taking a deep breath to unwind from the hectic day she had just survived.

As she entered their house from the garage she felt the cool blast of the air conditioner. It wasn’t as high as it would be if she had been home alone. Em was from a northern state and her version of air conditioning was to open a window. Although that worked some of the time, here in southern Florida the humidity made it impossible MOST of the time. Melinda put her keys on the table by the door and put her briefcase on the chair that Em kept there for that purpose. She noted Em’s sleek alligator bag was already there. She looked up to see if she could see her girlfriend but she wasn’t visible from the short hallway that led to their front door from the garage. She turned right which went directly into their open and spacious kitchen. Looking on the large countertop that was perfect for entertaining she was surprised to see it set up. The far side of it was a bar into the family room and it contained place settings. It annoyed her for a moment because she just wanted a quiet night alone after the hectic day when it occurred to her that it was Thursday, it was family night. She grinned. Em certainly hadn’t forgotten, she had gone ahead and prepared it for them.

Walking through the family room she saw further evidence of Em being prepared. Chips and popcorn were in sealed bowls on the coffee table, the channel changers lined up for their Thursday evening ritual. The room was impeccably clean. The newspapers and magazines they read neatly stacked in the magazine rack, the pillows fluffed just so. No evidence of the family in their family room. Melinda gazed around the room in pleased delight. Em knew that it was Melinda’s turn to clean but had gone ahead and done more than her fair share. Melinda knew that Em really didn’t have the time and was pleased that she had gone ahead and done it for them. The couch was to her right along the wall facing the plasma screen television over the fireplace. On each side of the fireplace were bookshelves crammed with books that Em loved so. The two laz-y-boy chairs were to her left with a passageway between them and the couch. She walked in front of them to the French doors of the deck and looked out.

The grill was hot from the coals of the burning wood in it. She hadn’t wanted a grill like this, she preferred propane but Em had convinced her it was better to burn natural wood than gas and Melinda had to admit the flavor of the foods that came off this grill was fantastic depending on the kind of wood they burned and the smells were heavenly. She smiled when she saw the kabobs neatly sitting on a plate with a net over them to keep away the bugs. Big rich chunks of beef were on several skewers, thickly cut vegetables on others. Chicken which had apparently been marinated in some type of sauce still sitting in the sauce sat on another plate waiting to be skewered. Corn on the cob waited to be put over the hot coals.

She looked to the left of the grill and smiled at the buckets of iced Corona sitting there waiting for her to just pop the top off and let the cool beer slide down her parched throat. She opened the door, sliding it back to go out on the deck with its overhang keeping the big fat drops of rain from ruining their picnic. She wondered where Em was as it wasn’t like her to leave the coals burning. As she sat down at the table she reached for a Corona only to stop in surprise. casino oyna In another large bucket was more Corona but the she laughed at the bottles. The bottles were at least two feet high and the glass was turned and made squiggles. They looked like something you would win at a Carnival. They clearly read Corona but she wondered if they were real. Em had them on ice so she had to wonder at their authenticity. There were six of them and they looked cool, refreshing, and oh so inviting in the heat of southern Florida.

She wondered if Em had invited anyone else to ‘family’ night. Her sister and brother both lived with their families nearby but Thursday was THEIR night, for THEIR family which consisted of the two of them, two dogs, and three cats. She wasn’t looking forward to entertaining or amusing anyone else after the long day she had put in but the amount of beer and food made her wonder. She heard noises coming from around the back of the house and saw Em and the boys come around the corner. Em was a red-headed Anglo and Melinda smiled as she saw her. Her red head meant her white skin was not a good thing in the sun of southern Florida but she gamely tried time and again to maintain a tan despite her body’s natural tendency to burn. She stood 5’6″ was athletically built with broad shoulders she joked she could be a football player with. Her large hands meant she could cover more square inches of skin in a caress and for that alone Melinda could adore her she often teased. She didn’t have the freckles most redheads sported, instead her smooth white skin reminded Melinda of porcelain. When she did manage to tan instead of burn it was an interesting contrast.

The boys saw Melinda immediately and with delighted barks of welcome they rushed up the deck to greet her home after a long day away. She spent a few minutes petting them in greeting as they poked their noses into her hands. She told them how beautiful they were as she smoothed back their curly hair and laughed back into their own laughing faces. Poodles have such expressive eyes. These two though she swore were more intelligent than people. They were their kids though and Melinda and Em loved them just like they were.

“Hey baby, about time you got here, it just started raining” Em greeted her with a smile.

That smile melted Melinda each time she saw it. There was just something there that warmed her heart. Maybe it was the kissy lips, maybe it was the brilliant white teeth, or maybe it was the barely there dimples that captured her attention. Her smile though was nothing to the sparkly hazel eyes that made Melinda speechless each time she looked into them. These momentary lapses had embarrassed her for years but she covered well from long practice.

“It started as I turned on our street” she smiled in return after getting her voice back.

Em leaned down for a kiss and would have ended that with a peck if Melinda hadn’t prolonged it. Em didn’t mind.

When Em had seen Melinda sitting on the deck she too had wanted to let out a joyful bark of welcome like the boys did. Her heart gave a little leap whenever she saw this sexy woman and knew that she belonged to her, she belonged WITH her. The Latina beauty was superbly shaped. Her 36C breasts barely kept in the blouse that Melinda wore, they strained at the fabric. Her coppery skin just ached to be caressed. Something Em indulged in whenever possible. She smiled at the petite brunette from across the yard as she followed the boys onto the deck.

“Are we having guests?” Melinda asked when they came up for air as she indicated the food and the beverages.

Em looked at her preparations “no, I just wanted to be sure we would have leftovers so we didn’t have to cook tomorrow before we went out.”

Melinda had to agree this was a good idea. Neither of them wanted to cook when they knew they were going out to dance. Friday this week had a party planned and rather than eat out and have that expense eating at home would save them a lot of money, not to mention time. Em always insisted they eat before going out especially if they knew they would be drinking.

“What’s with all the beverages” she indicated the funky bottles of Corona.

“Aren’t those a hoot, I found them at Gallaghers” wood burns and breaks down giving them more coals.

Melinda wondered why they needed so many coals but then she spotted the marshmallows, the graham crackers, and the Hershey bars for smores fixings. Em had thought of everything. They’d have some after dinner and make enough to last a few days in the kitchen…maybe. Em had a sweet tooth and god help them if she got her period…those smores with their chocolate would be gone quickly.

As the food sizzled on the grill they each discussed their day. Melinda was always surprised at how much Em could get done in a day. Her multi-tasking capabilities always amazed and astounded people. Em had Melinda laughing at how strenuous her own day was. slot oyna It was a wonderful thing about her, despite the day being so long and rough, Melinda could look forward to Em making it sound better, her observations usually created a lot of laughter between them.

As Em cooked she made sure to brush or touch against Melinda in an almost casual accidental kind of way. It was more of a ‘I know your there and I can’t wait to touch you moment’ and Melinda was very well aware of it. She wondered sometimes if Em was even aware that she did it anymore, she wasn’t going to ask, she just would enjoy it. She too couldn’t help but want to touch this amazing woman, whenever she had the chance.

“Could you watch this for a moment, I’m going to bring out the salads” Em asked her as they started on their second two foot high beers.

“Sure but saladssss?” she asked questioning the plural.

Em smiled, “yep, I made vegetable and fruit. Again, we will have leftovers!” She opened the sliding French door and the boys followed her in probably hoping she would share some of the delicious smells that were coming from the grill.

“Do you want to eat outside or in?” she called from the kitchen.

“Didn’t you set up at the bar inside?” Melinda called back.

“Yeah, that was in case it poured and you wanted to eat indoors, which would you like?”

Melinda hesitated, she was tired. The beer had mellowed her rough day away but she knew Em’s day had been equally hard and strenuous and she didn’t want to give her any more work than she had to. “Whichever” she answered so as not to commit and let Em decide.

Em almost laughed aloud. Thursdays were always hard days for Melinda at work. People always waited until the last minute to place orders or create problems because tomorrow was Friday and they had to have their products before the weekend. It created a lot of work for Melinda but she weathered it week after week. Em had been in a great mood today and wanted to make their family night extra special for no other reason than she loved to do things for Melinda. When she saw the funky bottles of Corona, she HAD to have them because they would both get so much enjoyment out of them. She thought of dinner on the grill instead of ordering a pizza as they usually did and the smores were just the right touch. As she put three bowls on the carrying tray she covered them with netting to keep off the bugs. These salads would surprise and delight Melinda. Again, there would be a lot of leftovers but with several meals that Em or Melinda would not have to cook for it worked for them.

Melinda got up to open the French door when she saw the armload that Em was bringing out. She raised her eyebrow in surprise as the selection that Em placed on the table. The first was a traditional salad with shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, shaved carrots, and sliced cucumbers. The second was a jello salad with lettuce, cubed jello, a sprinkling of cheese, and a glob of whipped cream on top. The third was an ambrosia salad they usually saved for special occasions. Its rich sour cream with marshmallows, maraschino cherries, pineapple, and mandarin oranges was expensive and fattening but oh so delicious. Em smiled as she put each of these offerings on the table and took the serving tray back with her into the house not saying a word.

It was no wonder Melinda had thought they were going to have company. The amount of food here was enough to feed an army but she looked forward to their evening meal and the many leftovers they would have over the following few days. Realizing she was letting their shishkabobs burn she quickly turned them on the grill picking up tongs to turn the corn on the cob. The sizzling of the beef and its smell made her mouth water. The boys were panting hopefully as they closed their mouths but left the jaw ajar to get the full ‘flavor’ of the smells of beef on the grill and the chicken. The chicken must have been in teriyaki sauce from the rich aroma that rose as it grilled. Melinda carefully poured some more from the container over the sizzling chicken pieces as it roasted and the drippings sputtered when they met the coals below.

Em came outside with a tray full of their dinner plates, silverware, and condiments and set the table quickly and efficiently before sitting down to her own two foot Corona. Two of their cats came with her and immediately moved to the edge of the deck to watch the rain come down in the back yard. Not for the world would they leave the deck and get wet. The boys watched their smaller friends hoping for but not getting a little chasing action. The cats ignored them with disdain only a cat can show.

Melinda watched Em out of the corner of her eye as she tried to maneuver her bottle to her mouth, it was almost too long for her arm and she couldn’t help but grin at her efforts to drink the cool beverage from the ridiculous glass bottle. Em was right, the bottles were terrific and canlı casino siteleri would be a funny addition to a shelf in their game room.

Finally dinner was cooked and they could sit down. They had talked non-stop discussing their day and providing input and opinions to each other’s jobs. Melinda worked as a sales consultant in a blind company that her sister owned. Em worked as a public relations expert for the city they lived in. They both met demanding people wherever they went and while neither was passionate about their jobs they enjoyed them and it provided them with a living.

Neither of them were big eaters but each sampled a little of everything. By the time all the smores were made and stored in plastic bowls as little treats for the coming week they were both pleasantly full. The grill had burned down to a few remaining coals and Em stuck a few marshmallows on the coals themselves to burn and make a nice fragrance. They laughed as they gave each of the ‘boys’ a marshmallow to eat. Watching the dogs eat these spongy treats was hilarious. The boys didn’t realize they were dogs so they ate everything ‘their’ humans did.

Em helped clean up and store their veritable feast. They made sure the automatic feeder was full for the dogs and their water dish full. Em checked the cat feeder which was kept on the wide counter back from where either dog could reach it. Everything was stored in the kitchen, cleaned up inside and out, and they retired comfortably to the couch. Em sat leaning against Melinda as she caressed the redhead’s long dark hair. Em turned on the television for their favorite television show ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. It came on at 9 every Thursday which was why they had designated Thursday nights ‘family night’ and never missed it. This particular episode had been a long time in coming. It was their famous musical event and they both had been eagerly awaiting it. It was one of the many reasons Em had made this ‘family night’ extra special with their feast.

Neither of them felt like opening the plastic containers with chips and popcorn they were so full from dinner but each helped themselves to their third and last two foot Corona for the show. The normal glass bottles had been put away in the fridge for another time.

The show was just lovely. Each of them loved how the producers of the show had integrated Callie Torres’ and Arizona Robins accident into a musical. They had both wondered how lame it would be when they had heard that the show was going to do this. It wasn’t lame at all, instead they used current and popular songs. It was tastefully done. The actress who played Callie had an amazing and dynamic voice. She had won a Tony Award on Broadway years ago so that was to be expected. The drama held them throughout the hour long show and when Callie woke up and said she was going to marry Arizona they both smiled. It was a delightful end to their eventful day. Both of them were pleasantly sated from their long evening.

“I’m going to hit the shower” Em told her as she got up from Melinda’s wandering hands. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it. She wondered if Melinda realized she had caressed, petted, and aroused her for an entire hour, but now she needed a shower. The wetness between her legs wasn’t from the sweaty heat of the day and Melinda had given her an idea of how to end their delightful evening.

“I’m just going to catch the news” Melinda said absentmindedly, her mind wasn’t on the tv at that moment, she was instead distracted by her girlfriend’s body. She could smell the scent of Em’s arousal.

Em hurried in the shower washing the stickiness from between her legs as she shaved her under arms and legs. Using liquid body soap she lathered up her body once more before washing her long tresses with shampoo. Turning off the shower she stood there a second before brushing her hair out as she thought about how aroused she became around Melinda. Sometimes it bothered her how wet she was all the time, almost in heat. She wore panty liners not because she wanted to save her expensive lingerie but because they were wet all the time when Melinda was around. The odor was sometimes embarrassing when it overflowed like it had tonight. Not that she didn’t like the odor, she did but it was a good thing they were home together because Melinda could arouse her anytime, anyplace and frequently did.

Em was brushing her long tresses out when Melinda came into their bedroom and began to get out of her clothes. Em paused as she watched her from the mirror that was positioned to look out beyond the bathroom door to their adjoining bedroom. As she pulled off her blouse the beautiful smooth skin was revealed. As more and more of it showed up as she removed her clothing Em’s strokes with the brush slowed. Melinda caught her staring and smiled a knowing smile. In bra and panties she approached the bathroom door.

“Something wrong?” she asked with a little arch in her eyebrow. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with something more than laughter as she watched the naked redhead in the mirror. Her long red hair glistened under the lights and normally Melinda would have admired it but it was the hazel green eyes that held her at this moment.

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The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

*****

Kelly was in trouble yet again. Her boyfriend had called her at work and started an argument over the phone.

“What the fuck, Kelly?” he had started the conversation.

Kelly knew she had a bad temper. She should have hung up the phone, or said they would talk later; anything besides having it out over the phone in front of a dozen customers. The problem with having such a volatile temper is that, of course, she didn’t make the rational decision.

“What is your problem, Dave?” she had immediately responded.

“You promised you were going to clean up the apartment over the weekend,” he said. His voice was loud enough that it could be heard over the phone by an uncomfortable-looking older couple waiting at the counter in front of Kelly. “Instead, I get back from my folks’ house and the place looks like a fucking bomb went off in here. What were you doing all weekend?”

“I was working,” she defended herself. “I sent you a text. I had to pull an extra shift because Brianna was out sick.”

Kelly was just barely restraining her temper. She had worked hard all weekend and had not gotten much sleep as a result. Perhaps she would have done at least a little cleaning at the apartment if Dave hadn’t been such a jerk about it. As it was, she was tired and still had three hours to go before she would get off work.

“Yeah, right,” he said. Kelly could picture Dave’s sneer that went along with that comment. “Kelly, you haven’t cleaned a damned thing around this place in months. I’m fed up with having to clean up after your ass just so I’m not embarrassed to have friends over.”

Kelly knew she was about to lose it.

“Dave,” she hissed through gritted teeth, “I am at work. I will talk to you when I get home.”

“Well, I have to get ready for my job,” Dave went on, “and I expect you to have this pig sty cleaned up by the time I get back tonight! Oh, and I threw out that pile of crap you had sitting by the front door.”

That ‘pile of crap’ had mostly consisted of Kelly’s laundry. She had left it there because it needed to be washed, but it included half of her work clothes. It would be expensive to replace so much of her wardrobe, and it was a total dick move to throw away her stuff.

“You mother fucker!” she yelled into the phone.

In front of her, everyone in the entire store turned to stare at her. The elderly couple involuntarily took a step back from the counter. Kelly felt a tap on her shoulder and whirled to snarl at…her manager.

Shit, she thought, This is the last thing I need right now.

She was fired, of course. Kelly had been warned about this sort of behavior twice before, but it hadn’t been this bad either time. She was still in a towering rage as she pulled up in front of the apartment. Dave was dressed for work when she charged in the front door.

“You fucking asshole!” she yelled, “You just got me fired from my fucking job!”

“Good,” he spat back at her, “Maybe now you’ll have the time to clean up—”

It was the wrong thing to say.

Kelly was not a terribly tall or strong woman, but Dave was really short. She leapt at him and began punching and kicking wildly. She had no self control left whatsoever. She might have killed him if one of the neighbors hadn’t called 911. There happened to be a police cruiser nearby, and the police pulled her off of her unconscious and bleeding boyfriend minutes after the assault began.

Kelly was arrested. She called her parents from jail. It was the second time she had been arrested for losing her temper like that. Last time, though, she had merely vandalized an ex-boyfriend’s car. She was potentially facing felony assault charges this time. Her father was unsympathetic when she explained what had happened.

“Look, Kelly,” he said, “We have talked about this. There is no way we are bailing you out this time. You need to get your act together. For Christ’s sake, Kelly, you aren’t a kid anymore! You’re twenty-six years old. When you get out of jail, if you need a place to stay, you can stay with us. But there won’t be any more of this behavior, you got it?”

Kelly was stunned. She couldn’t believe they wouldn’t even post bail for her. She slammed the phone down on the receiver and muttered, “Thanks for nothing, Dad.”

She spent the night in jail, and was surprised the next morning when she was told she had made bail.

She got dressed in the clothes she had worn to work the previous day; it was a professional-looking blouse with a long skirt. She had wrecked her nylons in the process of kicking Dave’s ass, so she tossed them into the trash. When she finished signing for her purse and keys, she turned and stopped in shock. Her younger brother, Greg, had been the one casino siteleri to post her bail.

He stood there with his arms crossed, looking at her. He looked bigger than she remembered, broader across the shoulders and chest, and he looked taller, somehow. His expression was carefully neutral. They had not seen each other in two years, ever since that incident at their parents’ house. He finally spoke, in a soft tone.

“Mom called me,” he said, “I came as soon as I could. Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” he said, “I brought my van. Let’s go get your stuff.”

They drove to her apartment without talking. Kelly kept looking over at her younger brother, expecting him to say something. He never did.

It took just over an hour to get Kelly’s belongings packed into the van. They strapped her mattress and box spring to the top of the van with bungee cords. She got in her car and followed him to his apartment. Unlike the place she had shared with Dave, her brother’s apartment was completely clean and tidy. Aside from her bed, Kelly had very little furniture.

Greg finally broke his silence as they moved her bed into his spare bedroom.

“I moved my office furniture out of this room so you could have it,” he said. “Mom knows you’ll be staying with me, but Dad doesn’t.”

“Oh,” she said, taking a moment to let that sink in.

Greg looked her over.

“Do you want to change clothes before we move the rest of your stuff?” he asked.

She shrugged.

“It’s not all that uncomfortable,” she said, “and I’ll need to wash this and shower afterwards anyway.”

Their eyes locked briefly at the word ‘shower.’ Neither of them could help but recall the event that had made them so uncomfortable two years earlier.

* * *

Kelly had come home slightly drunk, after partying with her friends at a club. She desperately needed to pee, so she had gone into the bathroom they shared even though she could hear the shower running. Greg had no idea his sister had entered the bathroom at all. He had been sporting a solid erection all evening after a first date with a new girlfriend. Greg had soaped up his cock, but elected to wait until after his shower to relieve his sexual tension. He rinsed and stepped out of the shower—and froze with his wet, throbbing erection right in his sister’s face.

Kelly heard the water stop, but was still surprised at how quickly her brother had stepped out in front of her. She usually dried herself inside the shower, and expected he would do the same. Instead, she found a really nice-looking dick waving right in front of her. Her eyes locked on that bouncing cock head, and in her inebriated condition she completely lost track of the fact that it was her brother’s.

It looked really tasty. Her mouth opened, and Greg gasped when she slurped in his bloated dick and began to suck on it. It was one of those brief moments that felt like it was much longer that it was. He managed to get control of his body first and pulled away from her.

“What are you doing?” he cried out.

“I…” she trailed off, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Greg grabbed a towel and retreated to his bedroom. They had avoided each other for the next three days. After that, he had moved out and gotten his own place. The closest they had come to talking about it was when Kelly had called and left an apologetic voicemail.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” she had said, “I don’t know why that happened.” There was a long silence. She had thought of a dozen more things to say, but rejected all of them. Finally, she had just hung up.

Somehow, they had managed to avoid each other completely, even though they lived in the same city and lived only five miles apart.

* * *

They were both thinking about this as they continued moving Kelly’s belongings into her brother’s apartment. When they were done, they stood and looked at each other awkwardly. Finally, Kelly shook her head, pursed her lips, and decided they needed to resolve this thing.

“Greg,” she said, “I’m really sorry I got drunk and sucked your dick. Can you forgive me so we can just move on?”

“Wait, what?” he said. He looked genuinely confused. “Why would you think it was your fault that happened?”

Kelly could only blink at that. She cocked her head, still looking up at her brother as her eyebrows knitted. She was thinking hard about the incident again. Embarrassingly, she was still a little aroused at the recollection.

“But you said ‘What are you doing?’ when I took you in my mouth,” she said.

“I was talking to myself,” he said after a brief pause, “I got out of the shower, and I was all turned on after that date with Jennifer. You were just sitting there, and you were staring at my dick. You opened your mouth a little, and I couldn’t help it. I slid it into your mouth. It took me a minute to get control of myself. I felt terrible for doing that to you. That’s why I moved out. I thought you knew that.”

“No,” she slot oyna whispered, shaking her head, “That’s not how I remember it at all.”

Greg was thinking about her apologetic voicemail, but now it dawned on him that he had misinterpreted it. He had felt shamed that she had called him. He couldn’t bring himself to return that call. Now he felt foolish. He really should have manned up and called his sister two years ago.

“Damn,” he finally breathed, “I am sorry, Kelly. I should have called you back right away.”

His eyes searched hers. They both had the same haunted, guilty look. Finally he smiled.

“I love you, you know,” he said, “It has been killing me, living with this guilt for the last two years. Should we just act like that never happened and move on?”

“Works for me,” Kelly grinned. She stepped up and hugged her brother. It felt so liberating to feel him hug her back.

* * *

Before that incident at their parents’ house, Kelly and Greg had gotten along really well, at least since high school. They both had vile tempers as young children and got into vicious fights when they were very small, but they had moved past that by the time Greg got into high school.

Greg had gotten into a few fights with slightly older and bigger kids when he was ten and eleven, and he had been beaten soundly. He had asked to take karate classes, and his parents had allowed it. In truth, he had been seething and hoped to learn to fight better, so that he could avenge himself. Instead, he found the discipline and meditation that accompanied the physical training were the exact counterpoint he needed in his life. For the first time, he was able to genuinely control his temper most of the time.

Greg stuck with the martial arts training for seven years. His dojo did not encourage the sort of competition that others did, so he never entered tournaments or anything like that. The classmates with whom he sparred became the closest of his friends. They had nothing but mutual respect and constantly strove to make each other better. Only once after that did Greg ever get into a fight, and it was only because he stepped forward to stop a bully in the ninth grade. The older boy had instigated the fight, but Greg quickly subdued him. No adults were around at the time, so they didn’t get in trouble.

Because he had gained so much discipline and self control, Greg was always a calming influence on his sister. Unlike him, Kelly was always on the hairy edge of losing her temper. She got into lots of screaming matches with other young women, guys, and even with her best friends. Greg was always there to step in and help her sort out the problem. He salvaged her friendships a dozen times.

After the incident in the bathroom, Kelly had rapidly spiraled out of control without her brother around. She had alienated her best friends, and had ruined her best chances at romance with her vile temper. She had wound up with Dave after several ugly breakups with guys who were really better suited to her. Dave was the sort of guy who never tired of manipulating her and relished making her furious. It fueled his perverse sex drive when he made her lose her temper, but then she would apologize and let him do whatever he wanted to her in the bedroom.

To be fair, she got off on it as well. When he would spank her, or give her a brutal face-fucking or just pound her pussy or ass until he got off, she often had sensational orgasms. It just wasn’t healthy. Her temper had only gotten worse. Now she was out of work, and she had to face criminal charges.

* * *

They lived in a large suburban sprawl, rather than in a major city. Kelly’s court date was scheduled for a week after her brother had bailed her out. She spent most of her days hanging out with their mother at their childhood home. Even though she and Greg had said they would forget about the incident and move on, neither of them could really do it. They didn’t completely avoid each other, and she slept at the apartment most nights, but they never really talked.

There was an unpleasant confrontation between Kelly and her father two days before her court date. A friend of the family was a respected lawyer, and Kelly’s mom had talked to him about taking her case. Unfortunately, the lawyer had called her dad, and he had reacted badly to them ‘dragging John into this’ as he put it. It devolved into another screaming match between Kelly and her father, before she stormed out of the house and drove away. She would not return to the house again.

After Dave was released from the hospital, Greg dropped in to visit him. For his part, Dave had never expected that Kelly would actually physically harm him like that. Prior to the beating he had sustained, she had limited her violence to breaking things around the apartment—usually her own things. Dave agreed not to press criminal charges. He was relieved to be alive and healthy, and wanted to move on with his life. Greg had been so reasonable and sympathetic that Dave was canlı casino siteleri only too happy to sign the legal paperwork to drop the assault charges.

As a result, the charges against Kelly were reduced to misdemeanor assault. She still faced a year of house arrest and mandatory anger management counseling. She might have had a shorter sentence if only she had been able to contain her temper in the courtroom…Greg was only able to watch helplessly from the row behind her as she snapped at the judge and her own lawyer. He had stepped up and calmly addressed the judge, promising to do everything he could to help his sister get better.

Back at their apartment after the courtroom debacle, Kelly glared at her shiny new ankle bracelet. If she strayed more than fifty meters from the apartment, she would be in violation of her house arrest and could face prison time.

“I feel like a damned dog with a shock collar,” she grumbled.

Greg shook his head and looked at his sister. She had pushed the limits of his patience with her behavior. He really needed to sit in Zen meditation just to calm his nerves. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time. He had to leave for work. He pulled his sister to her feet and hugged her tightly. At first, she resisted. She was still furious with Dave and blamed him for her current situation, and she was pissed off with her useless lawyer and that asshole judge.

She snapped out of it when she felt her brother’s half-hard cock pressed against her through their clothes. Her eyes widened at that unexpected sensation, and Greg was embarrassed when he realized what had happened. His sister smelled good, and holding her was turning him on. He released her quickly and stepped back.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “I have to go to work.”

He stopped in the doorway and turned back to her.

“Take a look in the fridge and cabinets,” he said, “I’ll stop at the grocery store on my way home and get anything you want to eat that I don’t have.”

“Okay,” she said.

Kelly was lost in thought, but that gave her something to do. She made her way to the kitchen and fixed a late lunch while taking stock of the food her brother had in the apartment. She was impressed, actually. He had a much wider assortment of food than she and Dave had kept in their place. She jotted down a few of her favorites that he did not have, but it was a short list.

It struck her, as she chewed on a bite of her sandwich, that he had said ‘on my way home’ when he left. This was her home now—at least for the next year. She now lived with her little brother, and she was completely dependent on him to provide for her. She was still angry at her whole situation, but she guiltily admitted that she would be much worse off if not for Greg. Hell, she would probably still be in jail if he hadn’t stepped in.

I owe him big time, she thought. What can I possibly do to make it up to him?

She didn’t really have any money to speak of. Greg hadn’t mentioned anything about her paying for anything. It occurred to her that he may have acted out of guilt. He blamed himself for the incident in their parents’ house. That just made her feel lousy, since she blamed herself for it. Once again, she was aroused as that scene ran through her mind.

She could see her little brother, now a muscular man, stepping out of the shower. His body glistened wetly, and his fat cock was hard and throbbing in front of him. Her mouth watered as she recalled how tasty it had looked. It had been tasty, when it slid into her mouth. Kelly had always enjoyed having her mouth filled with a hard dick. She felt a little guilty that she was thinking about her brother’s…until she realized that it would be the only one she would have near her for the next year.

That was a sobering thought.

She was a little shaky as she rose from the table and cleaned her dishes. Just trying to keep her mind from thoughts of her brother, she decided to shower and change clothes. As she stripped in the bathroom, she realized that her pussy was soaked.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was a good-looking woman, and she could say that objectively. Her breasts were full and firm, capped by thick nipples that loved to be sucked. Her strawberry blonde hair framed an attractive face. She had a scattering of freckles on her face and shoulders, and her body was…

She realized she was wondering if her brother found her attractive.

Fuck, she thought as she shook her head. I guess I need a cold shower. I can’t think about my brother like that.

The cold shower did not have the desired effect. She was still horny and thinking about her brother when she was clean and dry, dressed in loose-fitting boy shorts and a t-shirt. She decided to have a stiff drink to calm her nerves.

Kelly was surprised and a bit dismayed to find that her brother had no alcohol whatsoever in his apartment. She chewed her lip at that. If he didn’t drink at all, how could she ask him to buy alcohol for her? That could not go over well. The last thing she needed to do in her situation was to antagonize the one person who was still on her side. She grabbed a soda and sat on the couch, turning on the television to distract her thoughts.

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It was very late at night and the dorm floor was quiet. Most students had gone home for Thanksgiving break but I did not have far to go so spent an extra day at school. I had transferred to a large midwestern state university after having spent my first year at a small engineering school and realizing I was not cut out to be an engineering student. Now here I was lying naked in a narrow dorm bed with my roommate never having even fantasized about having sex with another male.

Charlie was in some ways a quintessential effete Easterner. He was short, slender, had blond hair and studied classical Greek and Latin but he was not really effeminate. Sometime ago, he told me and another of our friends that he was gay and my only reaction at the time was to say, “Gee, that must make it difficult for you in the shower after gym.” He laughed and admitted that it was.

This night as we lay in our own beds, we started talking about growing up in our different places, me in a small, midwest, very homogenous town and he from a large city with all its various diversities. casino siteleri Charlie had never come on to me in any way but then, out of the blue, for as I said I had never thought about having sex with a male, I asked him, “Do you want to do anything?”

He looked at me, “Yes, if you do.”

I was still a virgin which not realy unusual in the late sixties. I’d touched a girl friend’s breasts but that was it. I got up and moved to his bed. I had read novels that described love making between women and men, so I crouched over him and somewhat mechanically and hurriedly, I kissed him and then quickly moved down his body.

“Wait, wait. Not so fast.” He drew me up to him, “Have you done this before?”

“No”, I answered sheepishly, “Not even with a girl.”

“OK, here,” and he had me lie next to him.

He began running his hand up and down my arm then moved it to my neck rubbing lightly. I started to relax and just enjoy his carresses. Charlie ran his hand ran over my chest and stomach and gently fondled my penis through my underwear. Then he ran his hand slot oyna back up my body and with his finger tips began making circles around my nipples. He leaned forward and kissed one of my nipples. Soon he ran his tongue over it. I could not help moaning when I felt his tongue flick making my tip hard.

As he did this, I ran my fingers through Charlie’s hair and carressed his back. He lifted his head from my chest and we began kissing, softly taking time. I felt his tongue touch my lips and then move in to my mouth. As we kissed, we became entwined. Our arms around each other, our bodies pressing.

I felt my erection against his leg and I began humping it. Charlie turned me on my back and pulled down my underwear and I kicked it off. I’ve never felt so hard. He wrapped his hand around my shaft. Kissing and licking my nipples again, he started to masturbate me. I had never felt anything so intensely pleasurable. I just gave myself over to it, felt myself build and soon I was squeezing his arm and thrusting my hips as I came and came.

When I finished, Charlie bent canlı casino siteleri down and I felt my penis in the warmth of his mouth. He took some of my sperm and raising up kissed me and let me taste myself.

We lay side by side for several minutes, he resting his head on my chest. I turned towards him and tugged on his underpants. He raised his hips and I pulled them off.

Charlie had a good sized penis. I bent down and took it in my hand and ran my tongue over its head.

“You don’t have to do it that way if you don’t want,” he told me.

“I do want to,” I said. I put the head of his penis in my mouth and slid down on it until I felt the ridge. I held his penis at the base and began sucking him off bobbing my head up and down.

After a few minutes, I felt the head of his erection grow larger. “I’m going to come,” he said. I kept sucking and in a moment my mouth filled with his cum and dribbled down my chin.

As he had done to me, I raised up and we kissed, using our tongues to swirl his cum back and forth until finally I swallowed his thick, salty semen. We lay facing each other and then pulled up the sheet and fell asleep holding hands.

This was the first of many pleasurable times we would have together. State tuned for other chapters.

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It was John’s first year in college and living away from home was certainly a big change for him. He was from Vermont and going to school down in Connecticut. His college dorm roommate, Steve, was from New York and the two of them had become close friends during the last several months. They both were studying criminal justice and had similar interests in music and sports. John and Steve talked about girls all the time, but neither one of them currently had a girlfriend.

John is a tall skinny guy at 6’2″ and approximately 175 pounds. He has dark hair and fair skin. Steve on the other hand was shorter, but has a much more athletic body. Steve worked out occasionally to maintain his 6′, 200 pound frame. He had played football in high school, but gave it up in college to concentrate on his school work.

The two boys shared a bunk bed with John on the bottom and Steve on the top. Luckily both boys slept relatively quietly which allowed them both to sleep soundly. However, one night John woke up around midnight and noticed that Steve’s bed above him was moving about ever so slightly. John lay silently as he tried to figure out what Steve was doing. It didn’t take him long to determine that he was jerking off. He recognized the familiar rhythm one he often performed himself, but never with anyone else in the room. John was feeling oddly aroused as he imagined what Steve was doing to his cock just a few feet above him. After a few minutes the bed stopped and John figured Steve must have shot his load, but where he wondered. A moment later, in the dim light, John saw a small hand towel drop to the floor from the end of the bed above him.

The following morning while Steve was in the bathroom taking a shower John looked behind the bed and found a small, blue hand towel. He picked it up and unfolded it. Inside he found what confirmed his suspicions. There were several dry, crusty areas on the towel where Steve had shot his cum. John figured Steve must have been pretty horny to jerk off like that. John usually did his thing in the shower alone.

John began thinking about Steve masturbating more and more and often stayed up late lying in bed in an attempt to see how often Steve was beating off, which turned out to just about every night. After one such night John watched for the familiar towel to drop to the floor and waited for Steve to fall asleep. When he was sure Steve was asleep, John slid to the other end of the bed and felt around for the towel on the floor. Finally he was able to grab it and pull it into bed. John unfolded the towel and felt the sticky wad of cum Steve had shot into it. John was very excited and is cock was hard as a rock. He wrapped the towel around his own cock, lubing up his shaft with his room mates sperm. John then removed the towel and began to stroke his 8 inch cock with his hand. His hand slid smoothly up and down the length of his shaft that had been greased with cum. It didn’t take long before John’s balls began to rumble as he approached his climax. He fumbled for the towel, but he was a little two late and his first shot of cum erupted from his cock and landed on his stomach. The rest he managed to shot into the towel, which now contained two loads of jism. When John was finished he tossed the towel back on the floor where he had found it.

The following weekend Steve traveled back home to New York for a wedding and John was alone in the dorm room. John spent a good deal of time studying for some tests he had coming up, but on Saturday night he decided to take a break and watch a movie in his room. He had gotten an offer to go out to a party, but declined wanting to be rested on Sunday to do some more work. John lay on the small couch they had in the room watching the movie when something in the film started getting him aroused. Taking advantage of his rare time alone in the room, John stripped naked and began to fondle his balls.

John enjoyed massaging his sack with one hand while he gently stroked his cock with the other. He was taking his time, slowly gliding his fingers up the long length of shaft and then rubbing the head of his cock with the palm of his hand. John repeatedly brought himself to edge of orgasm, but would then firmly grasp the base of his cock until the feeling passed. His cock was dripping precum and he realized that after nearly shooting his load seven times it was time to allow his cock to release its load. He began to stroke his man hood more aggressively and when he felt the first contractions in his groin he looked down at his wonderful casino oyna cock at it spurted its first wad of cum.

John had never experienced such as powerful orgasm before as the wad of cum shot from his cock, nearly reaching his face, and landing on his neck. The second shot was nearly as strong splashing across his chest. The third and forth jets of semen filled his belly button full of hot cum. John continued milking his cock creating a stream of white, sticky sperm to run down his cock and pool up in the tiny brown curls of his pubic hair. John was still rubbing his balls with his left hand and began to massage in the small pool of cum at the base of his cock. His balls felt so warm and smooth as he bathed them in his own sperm. With his other hand he scooped out the cum from his naval and lubed up wilting penis.

John rubbed the sticky, hot jism into his nut sack and over the length of his prick. After about five minutes the warm slimy feeling of his cum began to revive his limp dick. He continued to stroke his hog as he watched it begin to stiffen and stand up again. After a couple of more minutes his cock was hard once again. He stroked his cock with a firm fast grip until he once again began to feel the churning is balls. John’s brain was in a fit of erotic passion as he neared his climax. With out any fore thought John lifted all his weight onto his lower back and shoulders and then in one motion he kicked up his feet and threw his legs back so that he was now up on the back of his neck and shoulders looking up at his cock pointing directly at his face. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth as he reached the point of no return. He felt his cock twitch and an instant later felt his hot cum land on his upper lip and across his right cheek. The next shot landed directly into his mouth hitting him in the back of the throat. He opened his eyes as he milked several more wads of cum from his cock which continued to land on his face and into his mouth. When his orgasm finally subsided, his face had streaks of cum across both cheeks and dripped from his chin. John moved his tongue around his mouth and tasted for the first time in his life the flavor of a man’s sperm. The musky, salty flavor was different than anything he had ever tasted and not exceptionally appealing. But it was the thought of actually shooting cum into his mouth that really turned him on.

John got up to clean himself off and when he saw himself in the mirror he smiled as he looked at himself covered in loads of white cum. He wiped a large drip from his chin and sucked it off his fingers wanting one more taste of sperm. The slimy texture of his cum coated the inside of his mouth and he began to realize how much he enjoyed what he just did. As he wiped himself off he imagined what it might be like to actually suck on a cock and have another man shoot his cum into his mouth. Instantly his thoughts turned to his room mate Steve and wondered what his cock would feel like in his mouth.

The next day John was studying when Steve arrived back around five O’clock. “How was the wedding?” John asked. “It was alright, I saw some people I haven’t seen in a while” Steve replied as he threw his things on his bed. “Check out what I got this weekend” Steve said as he pulled something out of his bag. It was DVD titled ‘Naughty swap party’. “Take a break and lets watch some of it” Steve pleaded. “Sure, I’m done studying anyway”. John said as he opened the case. From the looks of the pictures on the back of the case it was sure to be a good flick. John hadn’t seen a porno in months and was looking forward to it.

John popped the movie in as Steve locked the door to their room and then they both sat down on the couch. The first seen had three women and three men. The women were all beautiful, but John found himself focusing on the massive cocks of the men. The two boys watched as the women on the screen got their pussies and asses fucked by three well hung men. John was fascinated when the men would shoot their big loads of cum onto the women’s faces and into their open mouths. John’s cock was rock hard and when he looked down at Steve’s lap he knew he was fully erect as well.

By the end of the second scene John and Steve were both squirming about as their erections tried to fight there way free. Finally Steve got up and said “I’m going to go take a shower and beat my meat”. John was shocked at how forward his friend was but managed to reply “I’m about ready to cum in my pants myself”. Steve looked at John’s crotch and said “I can see that, slot oyna why don’t we just beat off in here so we can continue to watch the movie. It’s not like we don’t know every guy jerks off anyway. “Alright” John replied.

The two boys looked at one another waiting to see who was going to take their pants off first. Finally John, who was still sitting on the couch, unzipped his jeans and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Steve looked at his friend’s big eight inch cock standing at attention and said “Holy shit you got bid dick”. Steve proceeded to kick off his sneakers and strip out of his pants and boxers. He sat on the couch next to John wearing only socks and a tee shirt. John leaned over and pulled off his own shoes and pulled his pants and briefs off. The two boys sat next to each other on the couch watching the movie stroking their own cocks. John tried to look obvious as he peered over at Steve stroking his cock. Steve’s penis was maybe six or six and half inches long, but it was thicker than John’s.

It was during the forth scene when Steve blurted out “I’m gonna cum” and John turned his head to watch. Steve tugged on his cock a few more times and then his cock began to shoot out thick waves of milky white cum. Steve grunted as the flow of warm cum ran down the sides of his cock and over his fingers that were wrapped tightly around it. Watching Steve have his orgasm was enough to send John over the edge and he grunted “Here I come”. Steve turned to watch as John fired his sticky hot sperm out of his cock. Steve’s jaw dropped at he witnessed John’s cum shoot through the air and splash across his chest. His second and third cum shots landed on his stomach. “Wow Steve said, do you always shoot you load that far?” John panted “Yes” as the last of his cum flowed from the head of his prick. The two of them cleaned themselves up and shut off the movie. They didn’t speak of what had happened for the rest of that night.

The following night John got back to the room late. He had been doing some research at the library and got back to the room after ten O’clock. When he unlocked the door and stepped in Steve was on the couch watching the porno again, he had a blanket covering himself. “Close the fucking door” Steve said. John shut the door and locked it. Steve looked back at the TV and slid the blanket off revealing his naked body. His cock was hard and was stroking it gently. “Mind if I join you?” John asked. “Feel free” Steve replied. John put his books down and stripped naked as he watched his friend play with his cock. John’s was already hard by the time he sat next to Steve. Steve took a quick look at john’s throbbing cock and then back at the movie. On the screen there was a woman giving a man a blow job. “How many blow jobs have you received in you life?” asked Steve. “Two” replied John. “That’s two more than me” said Steve.

The two boys were slowly stroking their cocks as they watched the man on the screen began to cum. He jerked off into the woman’s open mouth. She seemed to love it as he filled her mouth with his seed. When he finished, she swallowed all his sperm, even wiping what was on her chin into her mouth.

“I want to get sucked off like that” Steve said looking at John. John wondered for a moment if Steve was trying to hint at something. They were jerking off together so what would be the big deal if they helped each out a little, John thought to him self. “I’ll give you one if you give one to me” John managed to say.

“Alright, You first” Steve replied.

John got on the floor and kneeled between his friend’s legs and stared at the fat cock in front of his face. After a moment he got the courage to grab the base of Steve’s cock and lean forward and take it into his mouth. He felt awkward at first to have another man’s penis in is mouth, but at the same time it felt good to have such a warm fat cock in his hand. At first he sucked gently on the head of Steve’s penis trying to get used to the feeling. After a few minutes he began to relax and took more and more of it into his mouth. He let go of the base and moved his hand onto Steve’s balls, gently massaging them as he sucked on his shaft. He was really starting to enjoy the power he had over his friend when he heard him say “I’m going to cum”. John kept his mouth on Steve’s cock wanting to taste his sperm. He went down deep on Steve’s cock one more time before he felt the hot, thick sperm splash into the back of his throat nearly choking him. John managed to swallow most of it before Steve shot a second canlı casino siteleri blast into his mouth. John bobbed his head up and down as he milked the cum out of Steve’s dick with his mouth. John had sperm dripping from both corners of his mouth when he finally let his friend’s cock fall from his mouth. “That was awesome” Steve said grinning. “It was fun” John replied as he wiped the cum from his lips and said “Now it’s my turn”.

John sat back on the couch and watched as Steve climbed onto the floor and knelt in front of his erect cock. Steve didn’t waste any time and quickly took half of John’s eight inches into his mouth and began to fuck it with his mouth. After a few minutes of that he took it out of his mouth and wrapped his lips around the side of John’s member and sucked it from the base to the tip several times before taking the entire thing back into his mouth. Steve teased the head of John’s dick with his tongue as he caressed his balls. John felt the cum begin to churn in his sack as he watched his friend suck his cock. When he couldn’t take any more John warned his fried “I’m ready to cum”. Steve sucked harder and waited for his first taste of sperm. A moment later John tensed up and blasted a huge shot of seed deep into Steve’s mouth causing Steve to fall back slight as John’s cock slipped from his mouth. The second shot of Sperm sprayed Steve across his face, temporarily blinding him and one eye. Steve regained his balance and tried to get his mouth back onto John’s cock before he shot again, but he was a moment too late and the third shot of cum hit him on the chin. Finally John was able to get his cock back into Steve’s mouth where Steve sucked the remaining jism out of it. Steve sucked John’s cock until it began to soften in his mouth before releasing it. When Steve stood up a big wad of sperm dripped from his chin and onto the floor before he sank back onto the couch next to his room mate.

“How do you feel” Steve asked. “Great, how about you” John answered. “That was cool, we should do that again some time” said Steve. “Sounds good to me” replied John. The two friends sat naked on the couch for a while watching the movie before getting dressed to go get dinner. When they returned to the dormitory they both grabbed a shower and sat down to relax. Steve started to read a book for his English class while John watched a little TV.

After a while John dozed off on the couch while watching a movie. He awoke a while later to find Steve tugging at his pants in an effort to get them off. By the time he realized what was going on Steve had pulled his pants off. He noticed that Steve himself was already nude and that his cock was rock hard. John was still lying on the couch and Steve positioned his cock in front of his mouth. John took it in and began to circle the tip of it with his tongue. As he sucked Steve’s member he felt his own cock begin to stiffen. Steve began to thrust his hips, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into John’s mouth. John felt Steve begin to tense up and he knew he was ready to explode so he readied himself to swallow. But, Steve had a different plan and just before he started to cum he pulled his cock from John’s mouth and turned slightly and aimed his cock at John’s. Steve stroked his cock a couple of times before he let out a long moan and began to shoot his warm semen all over John’s cock and balls. John watched in awe as Steve covered his cock with sperm. John loved the feeling of the hot jism running down his hard cock and covering his balls.

When Steve had gotten every drop from his own cock he fell to his knees and took John’s sperm covered cock into his mouth. He sucked all his own cum into his mouth and swallowed it. He then proceeded to lick and suck John’s balls until he had ingested the rest of his sperm. Once again Steve took John’s organ back between his lips and made love to it with his mouth. John was in heaven as his cock slid in and out of Steve’s hot mouth. Finally he began to breathe heavy as his climax approached. Steve grabbed John’s hips and pulled his mouth down on John’s cock as it began to twitch and release its load of cum. This time Steve was prepared as he felt the first jet of creamy cum hit his throat. He swallowed quickly as he felt the second blast zip across his tongue. Again he swallowed as the third and forth shots fired into his mouth. Steve swallowed every drop of cum he could get from John’s cock.

After that day Steve and John regularly sucked each others cocks as well as masturbate together. They would often lie in bed together as shoot there loads of cum onto one another to see who had a bigger load. They never told anyone about what they did and decided when they each had girl friends they would no longer have to help each other out.

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Fantasy love is much better than reality love.

Andy Warhol

***

Is foreplay when you get the couple next door involved?

***

Brief recap: Rob had been missing Andy, his long time best friend, who had died following a tragic car crash. During a meeting with a Clairvoyant / Medium, Andy’s spirit had transferred into Rob’s body, along with some of his physical attributes. Rob had been asked to look after Emma, Andy’s girlfriend, but found her high maintenance and expensive to please. Helen, Rob’s elder sister, had sampled Rob’s enhanced baby making kit and his much improved self confidence. Their mother (Christine) knows a little about the Clairvoyant evening and Emma, but not everything. The story continues:

A week or two passed and things seemed to cool. Rob smiled to himself as he toiled with the idea that Andy was perhaps on a heavenly vacation – wasn’t it called being on cloud nine? Then came an evening that told him that perhaps Andy’s visit to cloud nine had come to an end. Helen had used some of her accumulated flexitime to finish early so she and Rob could have a full evening swimming. Christine more-or-less told Helen what she’d told Rob: it was good that she and her brother were getting on well. Rob and Helen exchanged a wink and a smile. Little did mum know why.

If truth be known Rob, having ‘merged’ with Andy, had suspicions that Helen was morphing into Emma – perhaps he should have showered instead of chancing Emma’s dried juices entering big sister’s honeypot. After the encounter in the woods, Helen had suggested they try out the jacuzzi. Perhaps he shouldn’t have confided in Helen about his evening with Emma, but there again perhaps this was Andy’s plan. Rob might never know.

It was at the pool that Helen also mentioned the occasional nudist swims. “Ask the lifeguard,” she insisted.

“He might be more inclined to tell you,” advised her younger brother, and he was probably right.

“He doesn’t know who runs the nude sessions,” she reported back a few minutes later. “He got on his walkie-talkie thing and the reception are going to give us the details.”

There was no repeat of the naked shower like Emma had done, nor the need for a fuck in a large changing cubicle. On the way out Rob spoke to the receptionist.

“As far as I know,” she said, “They welcome new couples and they’re due again on the first Saturday evening of next month. I’m Jasmine by the way. Hopefully my boyfriend and I will be there.”

“So you’re members too?” asked Rob.

“Yes, Andy mentioned it a couple of times. We tried it and loved it.” Although Rob had visited the pool many times, he took notice of Jasmine’s eyes for the first time; bright, sparkling ebony eyes that almost drew you in, richly sensuous eyes that demanded your attention.

“Oh, silly, I almost forgot,” she said, pushing her chair back and leaning forward to pick up her purse. Rob watched her breasts move, her open, ill-fitting blouse offering a tempting view. Purse in hand she caught his eyes stealing a peek. She smiled the briefest of smiles, opened her purse and took out a small card. She leaned forward again to copy the number on to a Post-it, handed the paper to Rob and smiled again. Rob thought the second brief view of her tits wasn’t given accidentally. She too sneaked a look – at Rob’s bulge. “It starts at 7pm,” she said, “Don’t be late.”

***

“Hi, how can I help,” said Jeff.

“Er, is that the man who organises the erm … swimming sometimes … for people who want to … ” said Helen, very nervously. Rob had thought she was the least likely to be thought of as a random pervert.

“Can i ask how you got my number,” asked Jeff.

“Well it was the town pool receptionist, Jasmine. Andy Jenkins was a good friend of my brother. Andy died in that horrific car accident, he and his girlfriend Emma used to swim with your group. We wondered if we’d be able to come.”

“Yes, I know who you mean. I heard about the tragic accident. Andy was a good friend of one of our members and, yes, I do organise the nude swims but we’re very careful who we allow in.” He paused a few moments. “You and your brother you say? You’re both over 18?”

“Yes.”

“I need to take down some details then I’ll post you a visitor form. We need it completed; bring it on the night with photo ID; drivers licence, student card, passport etc.” He continued, briefly outlining the club’s conditions and stressing that in order to swim regularly they would need to become members. The form arrived in a plain envelope two days later with a glossy leaflet about the club.

Rob and Helen went swimming twice again before the all important Saturday arrived. Jasmine was on duty the second time. After swimming Rob and Helen stopped to chat with her for a few minutes and it seemed she knew Andy quite well, Emma – his latest girlfriend too. Jasmine was 21; older than Rob but younger than Helen.

“Andy was a great guy, very friendly and not afraid to chat me up,” she smiled, casino siteleri “Even with Emma there. I was really sad to hear he’d died as a result of that drunk driver causing the smash. The police are prosecuting him, they charged him with involuntary manslaughter, drunk driving and a few extra charges. The car wasn’t even taxed or insured.”

“I’d known Andy from when we first started school – I was 4,” said Rob.

“How about your girlfriend, Helen,” she turned her head, “Did you know him.”

“Oh, only when he came round to see my brother,” Helen answered.

“I’m so sorry,” saud Jasmine, “I just assumed …”

“It’s OK,” they both laughed, “It’s not the first time.”

“You must be real close,” said Jasmine, “Doing things together, and did Jeff say it was OK to come on Saturday?”

“Yes,” they both answered together.

“Will it be your first time nude in public?”

“Well … apart from Es Cavallet on Ibiza, yes,” said Helen.

Rob turned to her, “You never told me.”

“You never asked,” was the curt reply, “Anyway, it was a girls’ holiday.”

“Tell me if I’m being to personal, but presumably you’ve not seen each other naked?”

“I don’t think it will matter,” Rob chipped in, swerving the direct question, “If everybody else there is nude too.”

Jasmine smiled broadly, “Well there’s a good mix of ages there, but I think it’s fantastic the two of you want to go together. Anyway I have to cash up – we’ll be closing soon. Hopefully I’ll see you there Saturday and introduce you to Jack, my boyfriend.”

Almost without thinking, Rob said, “I’ll look forward to seeing more of you.”

“That works both ways,” said Jasmine, smiling, “I do hope you don’t disappoint.”

Helen gave Rob such a glare that could have bored straight through the reception desk. “My room,” she said, as soon as they arrived home.

***

It took Jeff the organiser just a few minutes to check the form and IDs, giving them a temporary pass. They paid the admission and went through to the changing area.

“Hi,” said Jasmine, and introduced Jack. They were both naked, stuffing their clothes into a locker without paying the deposit and taking the key. “It’s a pain having to keep the key on a wristband and the key gets hot in the sauna,” He explained. Rob watched as Helen eyed Jack up and down. OK, he had muscles in the right places and a near total tan with just a tiny white bit, obviously protecting the part that mattered. Of that he was only average, Rob noted, although penis length, he later found out, wasn’t the only thing girls considered in a man – even a naked man. “We’ll wait in the cafe for you,” said Jasmine, “We thought you might be a little nervous first time.”

Looking around it seemed hardly anyone used the changing cubicles; perhaps it didn’t matter. Rob’s eye was caught by the wide range of quality underwear the ladies were discarding – it was almost like one of those Party Plan ladies only evenings … or so he’d been told. His mind immediately went back to Andy’s parent’s bathroom, inhaling Helen’s dried, musky, intimate and very sexy aroma from a pair of her equally sexy panties he’d ‘borrowed’ for the day. How good it would be, how fucking good if he could sneak back to an unlocked locker and … shit, he was already firming up.

Although he knew it was an 18+ club – or at least the swim nights were – a petite young lady with the smallest of tits and hardly any waistline was just in the process of discarding her panties – shaved too, just how he preferred.

“Rob!” growled Helen. “You’re here with me so screw your eyeballs back in their sockets.” Perhaps it was as well, for Little Miss Tiny Tits’ partner arrived – all of 6ft something and built like a brick shit house. Rob lowered his eyes and, after deciding to close the locker in case anyone made off with their ID cards, he followed Helen like a naughty puppy, even though her eyes had already scanned Jack’s physique.

Jasmine waved. She and Jack were seated at one of the cafe tables. Hmmm, cafe was perhaps a posh name for what was really just a small serving counter and half a dozen tables. It was always closed the evenings Rob had been there and often in the afternoons too. A grumpy middle aged woman was serving a selection of hot and cold drinks, almost out-of-date biscuits (cookies in the UK are usually upmarket biscuits, with an upmarket price) and salted snacks. The coffee that Rob bought was bitter, overpriced and lukewarm. He made a mental note.

Jasmine beamed, putting her hand under the table and on to Rob’s thigh, “It’s so good to see you Helen and so sweet that you’re so comfortable naked with each other.” Rob couldn’t help but notice how her hand moved, her eyes – her deeply enticing eyes – checked that Helen’s eyes were elsewhere. Hell, her fingers lightly tickled. What kind of event was it? Partner swapping? He dismissed the idea – Jasmine was just being friendly. Helen was in animated conversation with Jack but he slot oyna had his hands above the table.

“It’s nice to see someone who isn’t a complete stranger,” said Helen, smiling back. The four chatted for a short while, Jasmine to Rob, Helen to Jack. Jasmine’s fingers never actually touched his cum gun, but came very close.

“The sauna and steam room are included in the admission price,” said Jasmine, “You can join us there later if you wish. You’ll need a towel though to sit on, for hygiene reasons.”

The swimming pool complex was quite big though parts were often cordoned off if they were short staffed and, Rob assumed, to save money when the complex was not so busy – off-peak times were school term time afternoons and most evenings after 6pm. Money had been donated by some large business group as an acknowledgement of their roots in the town; starting up as a small business it had grown and the founder had been a swimming enthusiast so he had matched the town council’s contribution to create a splendid complex.

The main pool – UK standard 25 metres – was open all the time to anyone who wanted to swim for fitness. There was a smaller fun pool with a wave machine, an even smaller pool for kids swimming lessons and of course a heated jacuzzi. The carefully considered design offered waterfalls and fountains and a plethora of eye-catching curves. Rob and Helen both tried the flumes, one of them quite scary which dropped the rider into a plunge pool at the end. Helen was more keen to try and retry and, well, Rob wandered off on his own.

At the far end of the flumes, just before the sauna and steam, was an area with sun loungers with a large span of open glass above. The idea was that, even on a cold day outside, if the sun shone it made an ideal place to relax. Rob passed one woman, he guessed the same age as his mum, laid asleep, or at least eyes closed. Even in her, perhaps, late 40s she was stunning, her smaller than average breasts still firm, her waist slim and her legs long and toned. What pleased Rob was her beautiful lack of pubic hair. Despite the years, despite any babies, she had kept the finely sculptured look that nature had, in her teens, granted her. Rob slowed as he passed, momentarily stopped to adore her beauty, realised Andy’s gift to him was swelling then moved on.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” came a voice from behind him. Rob turned. “It’s OK son, don’t worry. The whole point of nudity is to let others admire the beauties of the human form.”

Rob nodded, and with a suddenly dry throat croaked, “Yes, but you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, son. You’re still young and maybe Frances is a similar age to your mum.”

“Probably, but I haven’t seen mum without any clothes on.” Rob answered, “And she, Frances, looks a similar build to mum – her breasts, waist, height and even hair are almost the same.”

“It pleases me and it pleases my wife,” said the man, “That you are able to enjoy what she has to share.” He turned to her, “Frances, you have an admirer.”

She opened her eyes, raised her head slowly and gave Rob the once-over. She smiled and offered her hand, “Pleased to meet you …”

“Rob.”

“Pleased to meet you Rob, you’re quite a handsome young man.” Her eyes flicked down to Rob’s semi and he automatically covered himself. “Oh no, Rob, don’t be embarrassed. It’s quite a normal reaction for a young man like you.” She swung her feet off the lounger and stood facing Rob. “Please, sit,” she motioned to the lounger, “You won’t be as obvious, though I’m sure that no one will be offended and it certainly wouldn’t be the first time a young man has had the same problem here.”

Her husband laughed, “Not at all, in fact one young man had …”

“OK, OK Harry, we don’t need all the details,” she said, laughing. “So, I look a bit like your mum? Tell me which part you like the best.”

Rob remained silent, his tongue appeared to be stuck and wouldn’t move. His mouth was dry. His eyes, however, told tales.

“Come on now. Don’t be so shy.”

A voice suddenly sounded in his head, ‘Go on then,’. Rob finally spoke, “It’s your, your,” He pointed, “I like women smooth and you’re just, just so perfect.” Frances quickly scanned the area around and moved towards Rob. Her shaved pussy was now just inches away from him. “I like compliments and just for a moment or two I want to be your mother. Does she shave?”

“I … I … I don’t know.”

“Would you like to touch?”

“Y … y … Yes. Please.”

“Are you here alone?”

“No, my sister is on the flume.”

“Your sister? Interesting, do you often see her naked?”

“Not often, well, just recently.”

“That’s good, many would envy you. She shaves?

“Yes, and before you ask, yes she’s allowed me to touch.” How the fuck had he just admitted that?

“That’s good, now give me your hand.” Rob did so, and she guided his fingers at first, then allowed him to fully appreciate the smooth curves of her most intimate place. “I’m sorry,” canlı casino siteleri Frances said, “But swimming in here has taken away my natural scent. I expect you do appreciate a woman’s natural scent?”

Rob nodded, “When I get the chance.”

“Rob, I’m so happy you appreciate me and you’ve been honest. Go to locker

03 and you’ll find a pink bag. On the top you’ll find my knickers, they’re lacy and deep red. Take them but don’t tell anyone. Promise?”

“Sure … I mean, don’t you mind?”

“They’re a small gift to you. My husband and I will talk about this when we get home, then we’ll fuck. I’m sure you’ll understand. One last thing; I want you to kiss me and I want to kiss you,” she pointed to her vee to make sure Rob understood. They exchanged kisses, Rob’s pride standing like a steel soldier. There was just a faint trace of red lipstick.

Rob collected the lacy, red knickers – the sexiest pair he’d ever seen close up. As everyone was busy enjoying the swim or a chat he put them to his nose. They smelled absolutely divine.

Later that evening Frances and Harry talked about Rob, what Frances had done had happened several times before: no, many times before. The pair fucked like rabbits.

Rob returned to a raised area. He could see Helen climbing the flume stairs for the umpteenth time, then suddenly he felt a pair of very firm breasts pressing into his back and two hands reaching round, brushing his nipples lightly before covering his eyes.

“Guess who,” said a familiar voice.

“No idea,” joked a surprised Rob, “Give me another clue.”

“How about?” the voice replied, a kiss and a tiny lick on the nape of his neck sent a pleasure tingle down his spine, the owner of the voice lightly tickled his nipples again and the firm breasts pressed tighter against his back.

He turned, “Emma! Wow, didn’t expect you here.”

She pouted a very sexy lower lip, “So I’m not welcome?”

“Sure you’re welcome, just didn’t expect you.”

She frowned. Even her frown came from a very sexy face, “Andy made us both members and it’s a shame to waste it. You’ve been avoiding me.” The second pout was even sexier.

“I’m really sorry,” said Rob, “I felt I couldn’t keep up with you and I’d heard you had a new boyfriend.” He was aware of her breasts lightly touching his chest. As she talked they moved slightly, alerting his prime weapon. Had he not known her she would have been severely invading his personal space, but he suddenly wanted her close.

She kissed him gently but firmly. “My new boyfriend was loaded … with his own ego. He bought me stuff but he was a terrible fuck.” Emma thought for a few moments, “How are you here?”

“We asked Jasmine, receptionist here. She gave us Jeff’s details.

“We? Us?”

“Actually Helen my sister asked her. She’s over there, queuing for the flume that drops you into the plunge pool.”

“Then she won’t miss you for a few minutes,” said Emma, pulling him gently by the hand through a door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’. “It’s OK,” she assured Rob, this storeroom is only used when there’s swimming lessons, school holidays or when there’s a few kids in. It was almost full of floatables and inflatables, leaving just enough room for the two to stand. Oddly enough it seemed then that Emma was the only other human being in existence.

“I need you, Rob, urgently. I’ve missed you, I’ve missed your kisses and I need you inside me.” As she pressed herself against him it was as if nothing else mattered. She kissed him, all the while pressing and moving her breasts and her perfectly smooth pussy against him. Her kiss was divine – heaven sent – for her lips tasted of the sweetest tropical fruit he’d ever dreamed. She opened her lips and their movement commanded him to obey, to open himself up for her desires.

‘Look after her’ came a voice in his head, ‘Take care of her needs, I’ll help you.’ And as if to make sure the message came across it rolled round and round in his head, quite like an earworms – one of those tunes you hear that just won’t go away.

“Hey, sexy. Are you here or somewhere else?” Emma kissed him again, this time with her jaws fully open, her mouth available for him to explore. Their tongues roamed, saliva mixed with saliva, teeth clashed against teeth and all the while his erection grew, hardening until it was like steel. She pulled away, planting little kisses on his neck, his nipples, down his stomach and at the tip of his cock. “My, you’re thicker than I remember,” she said, “And I want you inside me.” There was a low stack of foam mats and she lay on top, hoping they wouldn’t spill over, “Now, please,” she continued.

He didn’t need any guiding. The tip of his cock entered her at first attempt and then he pushed firmly, causing her to draw breath as her hole widened. She was wet, not from the water but her own copious juices and soon he was fully inside her. Then the odd sensation came again – his cock was further expanding like one of those long balloons until she was completely full. He was sure it would hurt her, but her lubrication ensured all was smooth and well oiled. It was like a perfect piston inside the most expensive engine, tightly fitting but moving perfectly.

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Author’s note: These are two of the characters from my “Thanks, Sister-in-Law” series. If you haven’t read them, it’s okay, because this is a ‘prequel’.

I have the place to myself, Andrea thought. At eighteen, she lived at home with her parents, her big sister Donna, and Jack, who was two years older than Andrea. Their parents both worked second shift jobs; Donna was commuting to nursing school, and Jack managed a franchised tune-up place.

Andrea decided to do one of her favorite activities: watch one of her parents dirty movies and masturbate. Being home alone meant that she could use the big screen TV in the living room.

Of course, it wasn’t real porn. It was a collection of those late night cable erotic story anthologies. She selected one of her favorites, the one where an older man seduces a sweet young girl. She would watch it, replacing the girl with herself. But lately, she started imagining her brother as the older man.

It was wrong, and she knew it. But she also knew that he was pretty hot. She thought about his 5′ 11″ athletic body, and she would get goose bumps. She’d even seen Jack naked a couple of times. Once, when he was getting out of the shower, and another time when she walked in on him getting dressed. She wondered now, watching the familiar story, how big her brother’s cock got when it was hard. Fingering herself furiously, she became lost in the thought of his cock sliding in and out of her.

* * * *

Stupidity should be painful, Jack thought as he drove home early. Some drunk driver hit the transformer near his shop with their SUV. The police and the power company told him it would be tomorrow before a new one could be installed. After talking to his very upset District Manager, Jack closed the shop, sending his two techs home for the night. And I still have to pay them their full salary for the day. That’s going to screw my margin for the week, he thought as he finally pulled into the driveway of his parent’s house.

Jack was living at home until he could get enough money saved up to buy a house for himself and his girlfriend Mary. Once he had the down payment, he was going to get married, and move them both into their new house.

But for now, he lived in the same bedroom that he grew up in. He saw Andrea’s little Honda, and knew she was home. He didn’t see Donna’s car. Must still be at school, he thought.

He entered the house through the carport. The house was quiet. He thought that maybe Andrea was meditating, which she liked to do. He took off his shoes, and walked quietly to the stairs, so as not to make too much noise.

But he heard moaning sounds from the living room. It sounded like a dirty movie. Jack crept down the hall, and peered around the corner into the living room. Not only was there a dirty movie on, but also his sister was naked and masturbating. Jack almost left her alone, but he couldn’t. He hadn’t seen Andrea without clothes for a few years, and Andrea’s body almost stopped her brother’s heart.

Andrea’s about 5’6″ tall, with red hair (this week), and a yoga casino oyna sculpted body. She had perky B-cup breasts, and her nipples stood out like pencil erasers from her areolas. She was deeply in the throws of pleasuring herself.

Jack couldn’t help but get hard. He knew it was wrong, but his hand went instinctively to the tent that sprung up in his pants. He started stroking his cock, looking at the sex on the big screen, and then his sister on the floor. He gasped when she said out loud, “Oh, yes, Jack, that feels so good!”

She was fantasizing about him! Jack didn’t know what to think. He stood there frozen as his kid sister climaxed, letting out a grunt as she obviously gave herself an orgasm. Jack decided there was only one thing to do. He quickly shed his clothes, and revealed himself to Andrea. “Here’s the real thing, if you want it,” he said.

Andrea screamed and tried to cover up. She then looked at her naked, aroused brother and was mesmerized by his eight-inch pole. She called his bluff, “Come here, and show me how much you love me, big brother.”

Jack strode over to her, and offered her his hand to help her up. Instead, she got on her knees, and brought her face equal to his cock. She then gave him a conspiratorial glance, as she leaned forward, and sheathed his manhood with her mouth.

It was bigger than she had ever fantasized about, and she wasted no time getting to know every inch, bump, and vein of her sibling’s cock. What she didn’t have in her mouth, she stroked him with one hand. With her other hand, she fingered her clit, her moans adding to Jack’s pleasure.

Jack couldn’t believe the blowjob he was getting, never mind the fact that it was from his baby sister. She really knew what to do, and before long, he was shooting his hot spunk down her throat. She took almost all of it; a little dribbled down her chin.

Andrea stood up, pulled her brother’s head down to her and kissed him in a not so chastely manner. A little bit of Jack’s semen was still in her mouth, and she passed it to her brother with her tongue.

“So that’s what I taste like? Not bad,” Jack told Andrea. “But now it’s my turn, sis. Get on the sofa. Andrea sat down on the couch, and parted her legs, revealing her slit to him.

Now it was Jack’s turn to get on his knees. He took her left leg, and began to massage her foot with his hands. He sucked on her toes with his mouth and slowly worked his way up Andrea’s leg. He stopped halfway up her thigh. He then focused his attention on the center of her womanhood.

At first his fingered her clit. Then he inserted a finger into her cunt, working it back and forth, and in and out of her. He then replaced the finger on her clit with his mouth, rolling her nub with his tongue. Andrea was in orbit. She started grinding her pelvis into her brother’s face.

After several minutes of making her squirm, he stuck a finger into her hole, while with his other hand, stuck a finger into her ass. Andrea orgasm was explosive, and Jack’s face was covered with her pussy juice.

Hard slot oyna again, Jack pushed his sister onto her back, and positioned himself between her legs. It was the point of no return, and Jack looked into his sister’s eyes, and they both knew instinctively what to do next. As Jack lowered his cock to the folds of her pussy, Andrea was eager to accept his member.

As Jack entered the taboo zone of his sister’s cunt, he leaned down and kissed her. She returned his affections, stopping only to gasp as her brother entered her. She’s so tight, Jack thought. He’s so big, Andrea thought.

Jack began to thrust in and out of her. She took one leg, and then the other, and wrapped them over Jack’s shoulders. It allowed for deeper penetration, which they both enjoyed almost immediately.

After what seemed like an eternity, Andrea stopped her brother and got on all fours. Jack caught on quickly; and they resumed their passions doggy style. The intensity of their sex peaked as they both orgasmed. Jack pinned his sister to the couch while his cock erupted inside her.

“That was intense,” Andrea said between gasps. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

“Me either,” was all Jack could manage. He slowly pulled out of Andrea’s cunt, and lay down next to her.

“How long were you standing there?” Andrea asked, after catching her breath.

“Long enough to see what you were doing, and hear you call out my name,” Jack told her, as his hand lightly traced the curves of his sister’s body. “How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“Probably since I was sixteen, and walked in on you in the bathroom. I see you’re still keeping in shape,” Andrea replied. Playing with Jack’s flaccid member, she asked her brother, “Have you had sex with Mary? If not, she’s missing out on a great cock.”

Jack blushed. The thought of his being embarrassed after what they just did amused him. “Oh, yeah, Mary definitely likes my cock. I thought that she gave great head, until you went down on me.” The memory of the last time he fucked Mary brought the life back into Jack’s cock; it slowly started to get hard at Andrea’s touch. “Ready to go again?” he asked her.

“You bet,” Andrea replied. “Let’s go to my room, so there’s less chance of us getting caught. Donna would flip out if she caught us.”

“Yeah, she would. It’s too bad, she’s as hot as you are,” Jack told Andrea, as they gathered up their clothes, and headed to her bedroom.

Walking down the hall together, Andrea asked her brother, “Really? What about Donna turns you on?”

“Everything. Her eyes, her hair, her body.”

“I’ll bet you like her big tits,” Andrea teased her brother.

“Yeah, I do. I like your tits, and I like Mary’s tits,” Jack told his sister as they arrived at Andrea’s room. It was a typical teenager room: posters of bands, hot guys, and a couple of female rockers.

Andrea had a full sized bed, and she sprinted to and jumped onto, landing on her back. “Come here big brother, I have a present for you.”

Jack walked to the edge of her bed, “Oh? I’ve got canlı casino siteleri something for you,” he playfully replied. As he lay down beside his sister, he reached over, and put his hand on her face. As animalistic as it was moments ago, he wanted to take it slowly, and get to know his sister’s body (and drive her crazy, too). He caressed Andrea’s cheek, moving his hand up and around her eyes. Then, with one finger, he lightly touched her nose, moving towards her mouth.

As his finger outlined her full lips, she tried to capture his finger with her tongue. But Jack proved to be too elusive, as he moved his hand over her chin, and slid it down her neck towards her chest.

While Jack was doing this, Andrea’s hand hunted for her brother’s cock. She found his right leg, and she the zeroed in on his manhood. By this time, Jack was tracing one of her breasts with his hand, spiraling up to her nipple. All the while, they gazed at each other with a combination of love, and lust, ramping up the tension.

When Jack reached his sisters nipple, he noticed Andrea had goosebumps. Figuring that she liked this, he began to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. At the same time, Andrea’s hand explored her brother’s manhood with her hand. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft of his cock, then ran her fingers through the tufts of hair on his ball sack.

Instead of playing with his sister’s other breast, Jack moved his hand down her body to her pubic region. He then swung one leg over Andrea, and he was now astride her.

“Jack, my other breast feels left out,” Andrea mockingly pouted. Jack smiled, leaned over, and began to explore the “left out” breast with his tongue, all the while playing with her slit.

Andrea said, “Jack, I know you want to take this one slowly, but if you don’t put your cock in me now, I’m going to pluck all the hair off your balls… one by one!”

“Okay, but lets do something different this time. Lay on your side,” Jack instructed. As she turned on her side, Jack maneuvered himself so that he was between her legs, and had one of Andrea’s over his hip. He then moved forward, and plunged his cock into his sister’s moist entrance.

Andrea loved the feeling of Jack’s cock sliding into her again, and groaned at how wonderful it felt to have his stiff pole in her twat at this angle. Jack began to rock back and forth, his cock glistening with his sister’s natural lubricant. Jack loved the feeling of Andrea’s pussy enveloping his cock, and his rhythm increased. Andrea, too enjoyed the sensation of her brother’s taboo violation of her, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

Jack couldn’t hold back any longer, with one final push, he cried out as his cock spurted over and over into his sister. Hearing Jack grunt pushed Andrea over the edge, and she too tensed up and her orgasmic dam burst.

A short time later, Andrea awoke to find her clothes folded neatly on the bed, and heard the distant sound of what could only be Jack showering. She smiled to herself, and then noticed a note on the clothes. She picked it up and read, “You shouldn’t leave your clothes lying around,” with a smiley face as the signature. Andrea laughed, and lay back down under the covers falling asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.

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The next day couldn’t have come fast enough. Kristin’s normal routine of waking up at 6:40 am and proceeding to prepare for school; wasn’t on Kristin’s mind. Instead, Kristin was debating whether or not to go to school. She didn’t want to see the face of someone that she, only until recently hated. But in reality that hate was nothing more than pain. Regardless of how Kristin was feeling about the past day, she knew she could not just stay at home.

8 o’clock, the school bell rings. Kristin crept through the school halls, hoping not to see Q at school. It seemed like Kristin had got her wish; Q quit her internship; but o’course not. That would be too easy; too easy for Kristin and too easy for Q. Kristin turned the corner and there Q stood, talking to another intern. Q’s attention suddenly changes in the direction of Kristin.

“Could you please excuse me,” Q asks the intern.

Kristin walks pass Q, in the direction of the bathroom. casino siteleri Q follows Kristin into the bathroom.

“Kristin, can I talk to you?” asks Q.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” answers Kristin.

“I think there is, in fact I know there is and you do too. That’s why you’re acting that way towards me,” responds Q.

“Well, go ahead… I’m listening,” says Kristin.

“Okay, I just wanted to let you know that I understand why you’re upset… I would be too.”

“So you know the feeling of being led on?” asks Kristin.

“Yes,” answers Q.

“Okay, continue… I’m listening,” says Kristin.

“I’m not trying to lead you on,” says Q.

“Yes you are… You want you’re cake and eat it too. You expect me to be fine with sharing you with someone else and only have you all to myself for about an hour!” answers Kristin.

“Do you know what you’re problem is?” asks Q.

“No, what’s my slot oyna problem,” asks Kristin.

“It’s all about you… You’re not at all about compromising. I’m trying to tell you that I’ve made an important decision in my life, by ending my 8 year relationship for you and all you can think about is yourself. Maybe I made the wrong decision. Oh well, it doesn’t matter because no matter what I decided, someone gets hurt, including me.”

Q laughs to hide her pain.

“That’s all I wanted you to know,” says Q.

Kristin hangs her head. Before Kristin could respond, Q walks out of the bathroom. Kristin decides to let things cool off between her and Q, before trying to win her back.

After an hour of cooling down, there is a knock at Q’s office door.

“Come in,” says Q, in a soft voice.

The door opens and Kristin’s face appears. Kristin locks the door and proceeds to walk towards Q.

“You left so fast, I didn’t canlı casino siteleri get a chance to ask you a question. That is, if you’re not too busy.”

“No, I’m too busy,” says Q.

“Or too hurt,” says Kristin.

“Just a little,” says Q in a sad tone.

“Earlier, when you were talking about decision-making and how no matter what you decide, someone gets hurt, including you. The message was received. I just wanted to know if the decision you made, was the right one?” asks Kristin.

“I don’t know… I was hoping you could tell me?” answers Q.

Kristin answers Q’s question with a kiss. Q kisses Kristin back, hard. Both Kristin and Q smile, after their long-awaited kiss.

“So how did he take it?” asks Kristin.

“Surprisingly well… He said that we would still be friends,” answers Q.

“Very surprising,” says Kristin.

“What are you doing after school today?” asks Q.

“Nothing… Why? What you wanna do?” answers Kristin.

“Finish, where we left off yesterday. Except this time I want you in my bed,” answers Q.

“Yes ma’am!”

They laugh but quickly change gears when they enjoy a passionate kiss.

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It was almost 10am when I woke up. Steve had just crawled back into bed after going to the bathroom and he reached for me. I stopped him though, needing to pee and brush my teeth.

When I returned to the bed, my husband hugged me tightly and gave me a quick peck on the lips, telling me good morning, and then he kissed me passionately. During our kiss, I could feel his cock already growing against my leg. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a gentle squeeze, and then I released it, gave him a quick kiss and said “Down boy. I need coffee.”

“Okay” he said, pouting us lips and feigning disappointment.

The coffee was just finishing when Julie entered the kitchen. She seemed very bright and cheery, considering the amount of alcohol she’d consumed the night before.

“How are my naked lovers this fine morning?”

“I slept like a baby.” I said.

Steve added, “Me too.”

She looked at her brother, “Well you earned it. We worked you pretty hard last night.” And then she turned to me, “And there’s no wondering why you and me slept well after the marathon fucking he gave us.”

I giggled and said, “I always sleep well after he fucks me, but believe me when I tell you that he’s never fucked me like he did last night.”

My husband chuckled and said, “Well I’ve never had quite the inspiration I had last night.”

I was pouring our coffee when Julie walked up and hugged her brother from behind, saying in his ear “You’ve just never seen your beautiful and sexy wife playing with another woman before.”

“That’s what I meant by ‘inspiration’, silly.”

Just as I was about to carry our cups to the table, I had an idea. I pulled a tray from the cabinet and placed the three cups on it, along with some packets of sweetener. C’mon you two. If we’re going to shock the neighbors, we might as well start early. And I headed for the patio door. A minute later, we were all three sitting naked at our patio table, sipping our coffee and enjoying the feel of the morning sun on our skin.

Surprisingly, sex wasn’t even mentioned or referred to during our chit chat over coffee. We did talk briefly about how wonderful it felt to be naked outside in the sun, and Julie admitted that she had visited several nudist camps.

“Aren’t those just big free-for-all orgies?” Steve asked her.

“Gawd no!” She exclaimed, “at least not most of them. You just have to know which ones to go to. I always make sure to go to the ones sanctioned by AANR, the American Association of Nude Recreation. They have very strict rules about that stuff. If they see any funny business in the public areas, they will kick you out immediately. Of course, what goes on behind closed doors isn’t any of their business.”

“Interesting.” I said, and then I got up, stretched, walked over to the pool and dove in. I was soon joined by my husband and his sister.

I swam up and down the pool once and then went over and sat on the steps. Julie joined me soon after and asked, “How interesting? Do you think you’d like to go to one and see what it’s like?”

“I don’t know if I could handle having all those people stare at me like that.”

She chuckled, “It’s really not like that. Of course they will check out the people they haven’t seen there before, but that doesn’t last long. Nudism isn’t a sexual thing—it’s a freedom thing. They just like being naked and being around others who enjoy it too. Most of the time, they’re playing Shuffleboard, or Water Volleyball, or Beach Volleyball, or whatever.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“What does?” Steve asked when he swam up to us.

“Going to a nudist camp.” I answered.

“Hum, I might have a problem with that.”

I started to ask what kind of problem, but his sister cut me off, “He’s worried that seeing all those naked women will get him hard, but it won’t. To start with, most of the women there are not worth getting hard over, and secondly, after the first few minutes, you’ll be enjoying yourself too much to pay much attention to them. AANR covers the proper etiquette for dealing with a hardon if you were to get one. You’re supposed to simply cover it up with a towel or something until it goes away.”

I giggled, “Which means you don’t want to take Viagra before going.” We all had a good laugh at that.

“There’s a nice one not far from here. Do you two want to go tomorrow and check it out?”

Steve and I looked at each other. He shrugged, meaning that it was my call, so I said “Hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

“Okay, we’ll leave about noon. I’ll drive so you two can have a drink or two for courage.”

Steve chuckled, “I was just about to suggest that.”

* * *

After our swim, Julie and I spent another hour lying out in the sun. Steve had some work to do in his office, so he went on inside. When we’d had enough sun, we changed the sheets on the bed and did some laundry.

I’d been thinking about something almost the entire time we were sunbathing and decided to mention it to Julie while we were in the laundry room. “There’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about this morning.”

“Oh, like what?”

I took a deep breath, casino siteleri “I… last night when you offered to let me taste you, I was… well, too busy to really experience it.”

“Anytime you want, hun. You should know that by now.”

“Well, there’s one other thing… I don’t want it from fingers.”

She raised her eyebrows and showed me a naughty grin. “Does my sister-in-law want to get it right from the source?”

When I nodded, she squealed, “Oh yummy.” And then in a silly child like voice, she sung, “Sister-in-law’s gonna eat my pussy. Sister-in-law’s gonna eat my pussy.” And then she looked me in the eye and asked, “How about right now? I’m already wet just from thinking about it.”

I shook my head. “We have to wait on Steve to finish paying the bills.”

She grabbed me by the hand and led me through the house toward Steve’s office saying “C’mon, I’ll bet I know how to speed him up.” When we got to his office, we stood in the door until he looked up and noticed us, and then his sister said, “This is your two minute warning. There’s something that’s going to happen on the sofa in the den that I’ll guarantee you’re not going to want to miss.” And with that, we headed for the den.

“Mix yourself a drink.” Julie suggested.

“It’s barely noon.” I protested.

“It’s ten after, and I didn’t tell you to get drunk. Just have a quick stiff one to relax so we can both really enjoy this.”

I was really nervous. I was shaking all over, so I took her advice. When Steve walked in, he saw me at the bar and questioned me about starting so early, so I scolded him for coming in too soon. “It hasn’t even been a minute. Now, shoo and come back in another couple of minutes. What’s going to happen won’t start without you.”

I guzzled the very stiff screwdriver, shuddered and mixed one more, guzzled it and shuddered again. “Woah! That’s enough. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

By the time Steve came back, I was already calming down. I could feel the alcohol beginning to make my nerve endings tingle. Julie pointed her brother toward the stuffed chair at one end of the sofa, and he sat there obediently. Then she lay on her side on the sofa with her head at Steve’s end.

I lay down beside her and we immediately began making out, kissing deeply and then letting him see our tongues dancing together. The Sofa was wide enough so that our bodies were far enough apart to allow our hands free access to explore each other’s bodies.

After maybe two minutes of that, I moved down a bit so that I could lick and such Julie’s breasts. I did that for about another minute before scooting lower and swirling my tongue around her belly button. But after only a few seconds, Julie moved onto her back and brought her feet up almost to her butt. I moved around and pushed her knees apart.

I began by kissing and licking the insides of her thighs, moving closer to her crotch with each kiss. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I went straight for her slit and began licking and kissing her lips.

“Holy shit!” Came my husband’s reaction to seeing me lick his sister’s pussy. “You were right, sis. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a second of this.”

I managed to wrap my arms around Julie’s legs enough so that I could reach her pussy with my hands, so I used my fingers to pull her lips apart so that I could lick and kiss the insides and expose her opening.

I tried to remember everything Julie had done to me and duplicate it. I swirled my tongue around her very pronounced clit but put off licking it until later. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted desperately to taste her for real, so I worked my tongue all the way inside her pussy and swirled it around. She tasted much better than I had the night before, but of course, she wasn’t being fucked like I had been.

I couldn’t get enough of her taste, so when I felt the obligation to move up and lick around and over her clit, I wouldn’t linger there long. Instead, I would lick my way back down to her opening and plunge my tongue inside.

It wasn’t long before her breathing became labored. I looked up and saw that she was pulling and twisting her nipples. While looking up, I could also see Steve, and his face bore an expression of sheer awe. I couldn’t resist winking at him and pulling off her long enough to ask “Enjoying the show so far?”

“Fucking A I’m enjoying it.”

The next time I moved up to lick Julie’s clit, she grabbed my hair and held me there, pressing my mouth down on her harder. I was sure that she must be getting close, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and gently closed my teeth on it.

“Oh gawd yes. More! Harder! Harder! Fuck!” And her butt began to rise up and smash herself into my mouth. “Jesus yes!” Seconds later she screamed “Harder!” and when I complied, her thighs started quivering, as did her pussy. She was mashing my face so hard to her, I could barely breathe.

Her orgasm lasted nearly a full minute, and it was another minute after that before her butt relaxed and she let go of my head.

“Holy fuck! She gasped. “I’ve had a lot of people eat my pussy, both male and female, but none did it any better slot oyna than that. Steve honey, I need a drink before round two. Would you get me one?”

“What are you in the mood for?”

“A thousand more orgasms like that one. But I’ll settle for whatever you’re going to make for yourself. You’re going to need one too. We’re just getting started.”

I giggled and used one of Julie’s expressions, “Oh yummy”.

* * *

After having a few sips of the Jack and Coke her brother made for her, Julie helped me to my feet and lay on the couch once again. She put one of the small sofa pillows under her head and then another under her butt. Then she had me straddle her with my butt facing her and my husband. I knew we were going to do a 69. She told me to keep my butt high enough that Steve had a good view of the action. And then she immediately began licking my pussy. That angle was a little more difficult for me, but the pillow under her butt helped some.

It was only a minute or so into it that I got a real shock. Julie was licking up and down my slit, and then went higher and started licking around my anus. She didn’t linger there long the first time, but on subsequent trips, she lingered longer and longer. With each trip to my ass, I was able to relax and concentrate on how it felt. And it felt very nice.

After the forth or fifth time, she actually worked the tip of her tongue inside my ass. To my amazement, it felt wonderful… and so, so naughty. I started doing the same to her. She must have sensed that I was going to, because as my tongue when lower, she raised her hips a little to allow me easier access to her ass.

I didn’t push the tip of my tongue in until my third trip there, but when I did, she let out a low moan and I heard her say, “Yes, I love that.” And she immediately worked her tongue deeper into my ass. It felt incredible, so I told her, “Me too.”

She chuckled and said to her brother, “Did you hear that, baby brother?”

“It’s been duly noted.”

At one point, not long after that, we each had our tongues fully buried in the other’s ass. We stayed that way for a long time, swirling them around in there, and even moving in and out as if we were fucking each other’s ass with our tongues.

Without warning, while her tongue was deep inside me, I felt an orgasm starting to build. I said, “Oh no… I’m… I’m going to… cum.”

She removed her tongue and said, “Stop working on me and let it happen.” And then she immediately plunged her tongue back inside my ass to the hilt and began tongue fucking my ass in earnest. This time though, her fingers found my clit and began rubbing it round and round. Seconds later, I came… hard—not the ‘passing out’ kind of orgasm, but a nice strong one nonetheless.

“Now I’m the one who needs a drink. Baby, would you get me a glass of water?”

When he returned from the kitchen, we were sitting side by side on the sofa, softly kissing. While taking the bottle from him, I let out a giggle. His cock was so hard it was pointing straight up at the ceiling.

I said to Julie, “It looks like our token male could use a little tension relief.”

* * *

We had Steve lay down on the floor with a sofa pillow under his head. Then, his sister and I got down on either side of him. Julie moved close and licked up and down his long shaft, and then blew on it softly. We both laughed when it twitched violently.

I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew we were going to give him a double header blowjob, but my experiences with my sister-in-law to date had proven that she always had something new to add to any situation. I tried to imagine what she might add this time, but I couldn’t think of a single thing that we hadn’t already done.

We pretty much did what we’d done the first time we gave him a blowjob. We took turns putting him in our mouths. We danced our tongues together a lot, and we pumped his shaft with both of our hands on it in unison.

It wasn’t until Julie sensed that he was getting close to cumming that she stopped, leaned over, and whispered to me. When he cums, you take as much as you can, but don’t swallow. While I’m taking the rest from him, you move up as fast as you can and kiss him. Share it with him.”

My jaw dropped. But Julie went right back to sucking and stroking him, so I did the same. After thinking about it only briefly, I decided to do it. Two or three times every day, he ate what I cooked, and I ate things that I didn’t like just because he liked it. This time, I thought to myself, if it’s okay for me to eat it, then it’s okay for him to eat. He’ll just have to get over it.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before my husband’s legs and abdomen stiffened and I knew it was almost time. Julie backed off and let me take over. When he started to shoot, I took as much as I could and then handed his still pulsating cock to Julie.

I moved quickly, before he had time to think, although, right then, I can’t imagine he could think at all anyway. When he looked up at me, I bent over and planted a kiss right on his mouth, forcing it open so the contents of mine would spill into it. Then I found his tongue and swirled canlı casino siteleri it with mine. I knew he was still cumming into his sister’s mouth, so it wasn’t surprising to me that he put up little resistance.

Seconds later, Julie was bending over her brother and kissing him. I couldn’t believe it when he actually put his hand behind her head and pulled her harder to him. Their kiss lasted almost a full minute.

When they broke their kiss and she and I were still kneeling on either side of his head, she said, “Now, just because he cums in your pussy, doesn’t mean he can’t still eat your pussy some more. He knows what his cum tastes like, and it’s not bad at all. If he ever refuses to eat you after he’s cum inside you, cut him off for a month and he’ll think better of it the next time.”

“Hey, who said I’d have a problem doing that?”

“Every man I’ve ever been with, that’s who.”

My husband shocked both his sister and I when he reached down and gathered up a bit of his cum that was still oozing out of his softening cock. He brought it to his mouth and let us watch as he licked his finger clean. Then he just grinned up at the two of us.

Julie looked at me and said with awe in her voice, “What an absolutely amazing man you have, sister-in-law.”

I responded the only way I could at the moment, “Yes, what an amazing man WE have, sister-in-law.”

She mouthed more than whispered while leaning over to kiss me, “Thank you for that.”

* * *

“I’m trying to decide between taking a shower and going for a swim.” I announced as I got up and stretched mightily. “I think I’ll head to the pool and then lay out in the sun some more.”

“I’ll join you.” Julie said.

Steve countered with, “Hell, I may go up and take a nap. I have a feeling we’re in for another long night.”

I responded by telling him, “Okay, but if we get to feeling a little frisky in the pool, don’t call foul. You’re welcome to be there and watch or participate.”

“I understand.” He said, “I think that rule just applies to sneaking around and doing something behind someone’s back, or when their not home or something, don’t you?”

“Yes” I agreed, “That may not be the letter of the law, but it is the spirit of it.”

“Agreed.” He said as he headed for the stairs.

When he was out of earshot, Julie said, “You horny little tramp.” To which I just giggled and started mixing myself a very weak screwdriver.

Julie and I swam for a bit and then ended up sitting side by side on the steps. There was something on my mind and I needed to verbalize it. I thought starting off with ‘sister-in-law’ might take some of the sting out of it, make it more light hearted, so I started, “Sister-in-law, there’s something I want you to know.”

“Okay” she said in a questioning tone.

“The whole ass thing… what we did earlier…”

“Yes?”

“Gawd, that was hot!”

She chuckled, “Yeah, it feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Shit yeah it does. I never would have thought it, but it feels incredible.”

“Well, now that Steve knows you can cum just from that, I’m sure he’ll make that a regular thing.”

“Gawd, I hope so.”

“To be honest, I was a little nervous about how you would react. You’ve been a real trooper up to this point, but I didn’t know just how far I could push you.”

“Girl, I’m a believer. You don’t have to ever worry about that again. If you say it’s good, then it’s good. I’m pushing my chips all in. I trust you one hundred percent. You just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”

“Good for you. Glad to hear it. You won’t be sorry. I’m not saying you’ll like everything we try, but I’m sure you’ll like most of it. On the rest, just tell me it’s not for you—after you try it, of course. Never say you don’t like something before you try it.”

“Sister-in-law, if I were going to practice… what did you call it… ‘contempt prior to investigation’, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now, and we damn sure wouldn’t have done half the things we’ve done these last twenty-four hours.”

“Well, we’ve got a lot to squeeze into the next couple of days. I should be hearing back from the apartment people soon.”

Her words struck me like a sledgehammer and saddened me instantly. We sat silent for several minutes before I said to her, “Julie, I’ll have to discuss it with Steve, of course, but as far as I’m concerned, you can tell those apartment people to go to hell. You can stay here with us for as long as you want… and if you choose to stay for the rest of our lives, even better.”

Her tone grew very serious, “Deb, as much as I would love that—as much as I love you both and as much as I love having sex with you both, it’s just not the same as having someone to sleep with every night. I’m the third wheel here. I know that, and I accept it, but I also know that, sooner or later, a third wheel becomes a bother. I know and understand that you don’t feel that way right now, but that’s just because it’s all new and exciting and I’m helping you experience new things, but what will happen when those things are all old hat and we can’t think of anything new to try? Then I will become someone that you’d like to have over now and then just to spice things up. That’s the only possible way this can go. You need to think about it and get honest with yourself. You’ll see that I’m right.”

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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

I am sitting in ninth period study hall, watching the clock.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of white fly through the air. A folded up piece of paper lands on my desk.

Hey, you’ve been really quiet lately. Are you OK?

I sigh and look over at Eva. She’s studiously reading her history text, but I can see the concern in her eyes.

Just a little under the weather.

I pass the note surreptitiously back to her. I watch her unfold it and read. She nervously chews on the end of her ballpoint pen.

Jacob called. He wants to get back together.

Surprised, I turn my head to look at her, but she is staring straight ahead, her face betraying nothing.

What are you going to do?

I don’t know. I know he broke my heart, but I still love him.

Love. I knew that things were serious between them, they went out for a year after all, but I had no idea that she loved him.

All of my hopes for a possible relationship with Eva fly out the window. What had happened between us really was nothing but what it was, a drunken mistake.

For the rest of the period, I stare intently at the chalkboard, ignoring Eva, fighting tears.

The moment the bell rings, I am out the door, running to the gym. Despite my heart being wrenched out of my chest, I still have volleyball practice, just like every other day.

Two hours later, I drive home, mentally and physically exhausted. I trudge through the casino oyna front door and into the kitchen.

Instead of seeing my mother cooking dinner, as I expect, I see her sitting at the island, chatting with a vaguely familiar man.

They hear my footsteps and look up, startled.

“Hi, mom.”

“Hello, honey! How was school today?”

Her eyes are nervous as they dash from me to him and back again.

“Good, I guess. Hey, Uncle Joe.”

“Uncle Joseph is here for the weekend, isn’t that wonderful? You know we haven’t seen each other much since I moved out here to New York. You know, I don’t think my mother ever did get over me marrying your father.”

While my mother continues babbling nervously, I look over at Joseph. He is tall and strong. Rugged and dark, many women would consider his features handsome. I don’t. The way his sharp blue eyes look at me is cold, lacking the warmth necessary to make such color friendly, like Eva. When he smiles at me, it is nothing more than a smirk.

My mother’s only sibling, Joseph is two years younger than she is. Apparently, when they were kids, they were very close. Nonetheless, my mother had a tense relationship with her parents and married my father the minute she turned eighteen. She left the state and never came back.

That is why I had never met my grandparents. Every few years Uncle Joe would show up for Christmas, but I never really got to know him. He just rubs me the wrong way.

I quickly excuse slot oyna myself and walk upstairs to the shower.

I turn on the water as hot as it will go, relishing the faint burn it causes on my tender skin. The steaming water is cathartic for me and I allow the pounding jets to work out all of the stress in my back and shoulders.

As the steam rises in tendrils off the shower floor, so my visions of Eva rise as well. I allow the memories to envelop me as I unconsciously smooth soap in lazy circles over my skin.

I fondle my breast as I recall her scent, so full and enthralling. My hand circles lower and lower, massaging my smooth belly.

I close my eyes and lean back against the wall, my flushed skin jumping in contact with the cold tiles.

My dark hair lies heavy and wet upon my breast, sharp in contrast to my recollections of Eva’s honeyed strands.

As my hand drifts down to caress my slit, I imagine that it is not I, but Eva who touches me there. Her slender fingers stroke me gently as she leans her head against my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

“So soft, my darling. So sweet.”

Alone in my shower, I moan in ecstasy and spiral up towards heaven. As I reach my climax, I cry out her name and sink to the floor.

Reality crashing down on me, my face crumples and tears threaten to spill onto my cheeks.

Long minutes pass as I fight a losing battle to my tears, until I finally pull myself together and step out of the shower.

Pulling a canlı casino siteleri towel around me, I stare into the fogged up mirror. My dark brown eyes are bloodshot, making my lily-white skin look even paler, wan even. Unshed teardrops glisten on my dense lashes, causing them to flutter and clump together.

As my eyes float lower, I drop the towel to view the rest of me.

The stress of the last few weeks has not been kind to me. My figure, normally lithe, is skirting on unhealthy. Already prominent, my collarbones and shoulder blades stick and jut out with every movement.

The full but modest swell of my bosom distracts from my delicate figure usually, but has deflated with my recent weight loss.

I look sick.

It is just this moment when the bathroom door swings open. I shriek and grasp my towel around me.

My Uncle Joseph, beet red, quickly slams the door shut with a muttered apology.

In a few minutes, when my heart rate has returned to normal, I dress and go downstairs for dinner, unable to meet my uncle’s eyes.

Three days later, Eva calls to tell me she has taken Jacob back. Again, I remind her of how he broke her heart, but she is deaf to me.

“Won’t you please just have dinner with us? Jacob’s really changed.”

I sigh. She keeps saying that, but somehow I can’t believe her.

“You know how I feel about him.”

“I know, but won’t you just do this for me? It would mean so much to me if the two people I cared most for in the world cared for each other too.”

Our conversation continues along this vein for another few minutes until I finally give in. I always do. We make plans to have dinner together, the three of us, the next Saturday.

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