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  • Adventures of Dirk: The Little Maneater
    Dirk gets picked up by a hot brunette in a bar.

    By Original Aramis. Listen to the► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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    Dirk walked into the bar a little past midnight, well past the prime grazing period for the singles that usually haunted bars on Friday and Saturday nights. On most nights he’d be out there competing for female companionship with the best of them, and he could count on one hand the number of times he’d gone home alone after closing time. He had his favorite bars to hang out in, and this bar wasn’t one of them. Hell, he wasn’t even in his own town. He’d just gotten in from a long road trip on his Harley-Davidson and had finished unpacking at his motel when he got the urge for a beer, so he headed for the nearest bar to get one.

     He stopped at the first one he came to, a fairly decent looking place called Jessie’s Bar and Grill, parked the bike in front and came inside. His leather jacket and chaps drew a little bit of attention as he walked across the room; he guessed they didn’t get many bikers there since he didn’t see any parked out front. He found himself a table in the back where he could sit and watch the little bit of action going on in the bar, ordered up a beer, and sat back to relax and unwind. As soon as the waitress showed up with his beer he took a long swallow; the beer felt good going down. He put the beer down on the table and then sat back, relaxing as he looked around the room.

    The first thing he noticed was an intense brunette sitting at the far end of the bar. She was intense in more ways than one - her brown hair was long, past her shoulders, and she was wearing a strapless white tube dress that fit her lithe body like a glove, showing off every curve and bump. And man, did she have some bumps! Her tits were very large, round and full, her nipples showing through the tight material of the dress. She was looking right at him, and the look on her face told Dirk at once that this woman meant business; she had man-eater written all over her, but Dirk didn’t care. She had him fixed with an intent gaze, her dark eyes looking right at him, and as Dirk watched a small half-smile crept to her lips. She picked up her beer and got off her stool, showing plenty of leg as she did so, and walked towards him without taking her eyes off of him. Dirk could tell by the way her big tits wobbled when she walked that she was braless; not that she needed one that badly, anyhow. And if her rear end moved the way her front did, the guys behind her were getting quite a show. She kept her eyes fixed on Dirk as she walked over to his table, and Dirk glanced around to see every male pair of eyes in the room following her as she walked. He could only wonder what they were thinking.

    “Mind if I sit down?” she asked in a smooth, sultry voice.

    “Now why in the world would I mind?” Dirk asked. She smiled that half-smile again in response and then sat down, crossing her shapely legs.

    “I’m Kelly,” she said, her brown eyes fixed on him. “You’re new here.”

    “Dirk; and you’re right, I’ve never been here before,” he replied. “I just got into town about an hour ago. As soon as I checked in to the motel I felt the need for a beer, and this was the first place I found. So here I am.”

    “I thought so; I know most of the men who come in here, by sight, and I’d have remembered you if you’d been here before,” she said, taking a sip of her beer.

    “And why would you have remembered me?” Dirk asked.

    “Because your ass looks really good in those chaps, and no one else around here has the balls to wear them, much less ride a bike,” she said, not missing a beat. “If you’d been in here before, I’d remember you!”

    ‘Ah,’ Dirk thought to himself, 'a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind!’

    “What kind of bike do you ride?” she asked.

    “Harley,” he replied.

    “Nice. Which model?”

    “Heritage Softail Classic. 100th Anniversary model.”

    “Very nice; my favorite,” she said, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table. Her large tits hung forward, creating some impressive cleavage for Dirk to admire, which he did.

    “Wanna take me for a ride?” she asked.

    “Sure,” he said, “where do you want to go?” he asked.

    “Your motel room,” she replied. The game was on.

    “Now why would you want to go there?” Dirk asked, thinking it was time to see if this girl was serious or just fucking around. She smiled as she replied, and the smile said man-eater.

    “Because I want to see just how much cum I can squeeze out of your cock,” she said without hesitating a bit.

    “You really speak your mind, don’t you?” Dirk asked, taking a long pull on his beer.

    “Yes, I do. It’s the fastest way to get what I want, and right now I want to fuck you so bad my pussy is throbbing,” she said.

    “So, Dirk, are we going for that ride now?”

    “Yes, we are,” Dirk said, standing up and finishing his beer. She stood and walked towards the door, giving Dirk a chance to see that her ass did in fact wiggle as much as her tits did when she walked as he followed her out the door. He felt the eyes of every male in the bar on him as they left. They walked over to his bike and he got on, putting up the kickstand. She lifted her already-short skirt up higher and got on the bike behind him, and as she did so he saw that she was wearing a tiny white thong to match her dress. She settled into the seat and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her big tits into his back.

    “Let’s go!” she said in his ear, and Dirk fired up the bike. They pulled away from the bar and he accelerated down the street, heading for his motel. She clung to him as they rode, pressing her body against his back. Halfway to the motel Dirk felt her hand slide down his side and over his thigh, settling on his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, feeling his immediate response.

    “I can’t wait to give you a blow job!” she said in his ear, then ran her tongue around the outside of his ear before darting it quickly in and out. She squeezed his cock once more and then took her hand away, wrapping her arms around him again.

    A few minutes later they arrived at the motel, and Dirk stopped the bike in front of his room. He held the bike upright while she got off, getting a good look at her ass when she did, then put the kickstand down and got off himself. He locked up the bike and they walked to the door of his room. He opened the door to let her in and followed her, closing the door behind him. She turned on one of the lamps on the table as he slipped out of his leather jacket, tossing it over a chair.

    \Without a word she walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, pressing her body hard against his, her silky tongue snaking its way into his mouth. She had the longest, most agile tongue he’d ever seen, and she was good with it. He felt his cock getting hard and she did, too, pressing her hips up against it. He slid his hands down her back and grabbed the full, firm globes of her ass and pulled her hard against him. She thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth as her passion quickly rose, and he squeezed her ass hard. She slid her hand down his stomach and gripped his cock through his jeans, squeezing and massaging it hard. She finally broke the kiss, leaving both of them breathless.

    She led him over to the bed and turned him so his back was to the bed.

    “First, I’m going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had,” she said, sitting him down on the bed and spreading his knees apart, standing between them.

    “Then I’m going to wrap my big tits around your cock and tit-fuck you. She knelt down in front of him and reached up for his zipper, working it down as she spoke.

    And then I’m going to suck your cock some more,” she said as she opened his fly and reached inside his boxers, never taking her eyes off him. She pulled out his hard cock and smiled as she said,

    “And after that, I’m going to lay you down, slide my tight, wet pussy down on your cock, and squeeze the cum out of it!” She reached back inside his boxers and pulled out his balls, smiling when she saw that they were shaven smooth.

    “I see you shave your balls, Dirk,” she said, squeezing them in her hand as she wrapped her other hand around his cock.

    “Been doing it for as long as I can remember,” Dirk replied, sitting back on his elbows and watching her work.

    “Good! I like it when a man’s balls are shaven smooth,” she said, “It makes sucking on them so much easier!” With that she leaned forward and ran her long, wet tongue over his balls. She looked him right in the eyes as she sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time. Dirk moaned with pleasure as she rolled them around in her mouth, pumping on his shaft as she did so. She released his balls from her lips after several long, very pleasurable minutes.

    “You’ve got a nice cock, Dirk, big and thick, just like I like them,” she said, looking up at him. “I bet you can cum buckets.” She kept on pumping his long, hard shaft with one hand while she massaged and squeezed his balls in the other.

    “You keep that up and you’ll find out,” he said.

    “Oh, I intend to,” she replied. Then she opened her mouth and slid her long, wet tongue out. When she got to the tip of his cock, she slipped her lips around it and slid her mouth down on his shaft, taking all of it.

    She was still looking at him, so she saw his reaction. She slipped his cock out of her mouth, just long enough to say a couple of words.

    “I don’t have a gag reflex,” she said. Licking his cock with her long, wet tongue, “That’s how I can deep throat your big cock.” Then she went back to sucking his cock, hard and fast, pumping his shaft with one hand, and her mouth from his cock and gripped it with one hand, pumping it as she sat up.

    “And now for that tit-fuck,” she said, pulling down the top of her dress with her free hand. Her tits were big and full, very round with just a little bit of sag, and her nipples were rock hard. She leaned forward and plopped them down on either side of his cock. then pressed the shaft against her chest as she wrapped her big tits around it. She pressed them together hard, squeezing his cock between them, and immediately began to slide them up and down.

    Her face was split with a big grin as she slid her tits up and down a shaft.

    “Oh, yeah, I love it. I love feeling your cock trapped between my big tits,” she said, grinning that man-eater grin as she slid her big tits rapidly up and down his shaft. She lowered her head down and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and As she slid her mounds up and down his shaft, running her tongue over the head and licking his pre-cum up with her tongue.

    “I could make you cum like this, but I’ll save that for later,” she said. “Right now I want to fuck you, so get out of your clothes, and get on the bed.” She stood up and slipped the tube dress down over her hips, followed by the thong panties. Dirk stood up and stripped off his t-shirt and then his chaps, followed by his boots and jeans.

    Kelly lay down on the bed as he did so, spreading her legs and she squeezed one of her tits as she slipped a finger inside her pussy, rubbing it over her clit. Dirk, naked now, with his hard cock standing out in front of him, walked over to the bed and laid down.

    Before Dirk could say a word she dropped her hips down and planted her pussy right on his mouth. Dirk reached up and grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands and squeezed them hard as he drove away. Kelly moaned around his cock as he licked and nibbled her clit, and before Dirk knew it she was drenching his face with her juices as she came. She screamed around his cock as the orgasm rocked her body, clamping her smooth thighs around Dirk’s head. She came hard, and when her orgasm faded, she released Dirk’s

    “I want this cock inside me, and I want it now,” she said as she grabbed his cock and pointed it up towards her pussy. She slipped the head of his cock inside her opening and then dropped down on it, impaling herself on his hard cock. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, grinding her hips

    Then she started to move, sliding up and down.

    “I’m going to Fuck you hard, Dirk,” she said, leaning forward on her hands as she slid up and down on his cock, her big tits swaying and bobbing with her motions. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. hard you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

    “So do it.” Dirk replied, causing Kelly to grin back at him. Dirk reached out.

    She was taking all of his shaft and lung, deep strokes, nearly perfect. all the way off when she slid up, but not quite, then she’d drop her hips down onto his cock, impaling it deep inside her with every thrust. Dirk hung on to her big tits.

    She ground her hips around his cock as she came. and then starting sliding her hips forward and back, still sitting straight up. She reached around behind her and grabbed Dirk’s balls, squeezing them firmly and causing Dirk to moan. He squeezed her tits harder in return and Kelly came again, harder this time. Dirk could feel her juices, flooding his cock and running down his shaft. This girl was a regular sex machine.

    “I’m gonna make you cum now, Dirk,” she said, looking down at him, “but I want to feel you cum all at once.”

    All Dirk knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was going to cum, and Kelly knew it, too.

    “Come on, baby, cum all over my big tits.” She said, gripping her tits and squeezing them harder around his cock. “Shoot your hot, thick load all over them. You know you want to, so do it. Cum for Kelly, baby. Cum all over my big tits.”

    And he did. Dirk leaned his head back and moan loudly as he came.

    She laughed and continued to tit-fuck him, sliding her tits fast up and down the length of the floor. of with her other hand as stream after stream of hot, thick cum landed on her big tits. Then she dropped her head down and sucked on the end of his cock, sucking the last of his cum from him as his orgasm slowed. She sucked on his shaft until there was nothing left.

    “You came good, baby,” she said, licking her fingers. “I just love making a man cum hard like that.”

    Gasping for breath, Dirk replied, “Man, you’re really something.”

    “Like I said, I don’t Still waste time when I see something I like,” she replied, still looking him in the eyes as she sucked the cum off her fingers. “And after we’ve had a chance to catch our breath, I’m going to fuck you again. We hope to see you again, only this time I want to feel you cum inside my pussy.”

    “I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long, but very enjoyable night,” Dirk replied, smiling.

    “Baby,” he replied, you ain’t seen nothing yet.“

    By Original Aramis for Literotica.

    20 min
  • Adventure of Dirk: Hals Woman with Dick-Sucking-Lips
    Dirk has a stimulating encounter with a friend’s wife.

    By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

    Dirk was halfway through another of his wandering road trips, this time to see an old biker buddy of his who had moved two states away when he was transferred by his company. Dirk had known Hal Jenkins since high school; he was one of the few people that Dirk got along with, and they had been friends ever since. When Hal got into motorcycles Dirk had approached him about joining the MC, but Hal said he just wasn’t into it so he didn t. That didn’t matter to Dirk as Hal was a true biker in every sense of the word, and the two of them had gone through some pretty interesting times and some pretty interesting women before Hal was transferred.

    When Hal called Dirk about six months ago to invite him to his wedding, you could have knocked Dirk over with a feather. Hal was the last person besides himself that Dirk would have ever thought would get married, but Hal told Dirk that his fianc , Renee, was the woman of my dreams in every possible way and that he wanted to marry her ‘before she wises up!

    Dirk was unable to make the wedding since it was scheduled for the following week Hal never was one for planning things out which is one reason Dirk never thought he would ever get married but they had planned instead on Dirk riding out to see him and staying for a few days.

     The earliest Hal’s schedule at work would let that happen was six months away, but the time had finally passed and now Dirk was sitting in Hal’s man cave (his garage) with their bikes parked in the driveway, cooling off after a long day’s ride. It was the afternoon of the last day of Dirk’s two-day visit, and they had made the best of it. They were sitting in a couple of foldable camp chairs enjoying a couple of cold bottles of beer with Dirk still wearing his colors, talking about anything and everything, just enjoying life and each other’s company.

    So whattaya think about my ol lady, Dirk?“ Hal asked, grinning at him over his beer bottle. She’s really something, ain’t she?”

    Yes, she most certainly is!“ Dirk replied, nodding as he spoke. When he had met Renee upon his arrival, to say he was stunned would have been the understatement of the year. The best way to describe Renee was to say that she was what everyone thought about when they thought of the term 'biker chick.

    Renee was about five feet five inches tall and around 115 pounds, Dirk would have guessed, with just enough meat on her bones to make her look really good. Dirk also would have guessed that at least eight pounds of that would have been breast meat, because Renee had a simply magnificent pair of tits. Full and round with just the right amount of sag to make them wobble inside the white halter top she was wearing when he first saw her, they were truly a sight to behold. The halter top was showing about a mile of cleavage, something which Dirk appreciated very much, and was a perfect match for the low-slung faded jeans she was wearing. The jeans were skintight until they reached her knees and then flared out just enough to give her a retro '60s hippie kind of look. Her waist was tapered and her stomach was flat, and while not as firm as a young girl’s it was still firm enough to be very enticing. The faux diamond that hung from her navel only added to the look.

    And to top it all off, Renee had the blackest hair Dirk had ever seen, wavy and long, going down past her shoulders nearly to the middle of her back. Her hair was very thick as well, so Dirk imagined that she had either some Italian or Middle Eastern blood in her veins. The only thing missing from Renee having a complete 'biker chick look was a tattoo or two, and when she turned to walk away from him Dirk saw not only a rounded, firm ass that swayed enticingly as she walked but a butterfly 'tramp stamp peeking out from above the waistband her jeans as well.

    But the thing that drew Dirk’s attention the most, even more than her spectacular bustline (Dirk had always been a 'boob man ) was Renee’s face, specifically her lips. Renee had big, dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a perfect nose that sat above the fullest, softest, most beautiful and absolutely perfect pair of lips he had ever seen.

    He had no idea how Hal had been lucky enough to land a woman who looked the way Renee looked, but he was glad for his old friend all the same.

    Yeah, I’m damned lucky to have her, and you better believe I know it!” Hal said, taking a pull from his beer. Dirk was just about to fire up a cigar when Hal surprised him so much with his next statement that he nearly burned his face off.

    And how about those lips, huh? Ain’t those the best pair of dick sucking lips you’ve ever seen on a broad?“ Hal said, grinning at Dirk.

    Jesus, Hal!” Dirk said, shaking his hand to put out the match he was using to light the cigar.

    What?“ Hal said, looking at him.

    That’s your wife you’re talking about, you know!” he said, putting the cigar back into the pocket of his vest while he was trying to make light of what he thought could turn out to be a bad situation. Hal quickly proved that he had nothing to worry about.

    Hell, I know that! But she don’t mind, trust me,“ Hal said, grinning at Dirk. I brag about her and those big DSLs to my friends all the time whether she’s here or not!”

    And she really doesn’t mind?“ Dirk asked, genuinely surprised.

    Hell, no, she doesn’t mind!” Hal said, laughing. She loves to hear me brag about her! I think it kind of turns her on, you know?“ he said, lowering his voice in a conspiratorial way. All I know is that every time she hears me bragging about her DSLs to my friends, we have some of the best sex ever!”

    Well, some women are like that, that’s for sure, he said, having run into a woman or two like that in his life as well.

    And besides, she really does!“ Hal said, raising his beer bottle to his lips to take another drink.

    She really does, what?” Dirk asked, doing the same.

    She really does suck a mean cock!“ Dirk sprayed beer out of his mouth when Hal said this.

    Dammit, Hal!” he said, sitting up and wiping the beer from the front of his shirt and vest.

    Well, she does!“ Hal insisted, not understanding what all the fuss was about. I tell ya, that woman can suck a golf ball through a garden hose!”

    I’m sure she does well, maybe not quite that good, but still warn me before you say something like that, will ya?“ Dirk said, sitting back in his chair again.

    You don’t believe me, Hal said, looking at Dirk.

    Huh?” Dirk said.

    About how good Renee is at sucking dick. You don’t believe me!“

    Of course I do! You’ve never lied to me before, have you?”

    No, I haven’t.

    Okay, so why wouldn’t I believe you now?“

    Then what’s with that 'maybe not quite that good part, then?” Hal asked.

    I didn’t mean anything by it, Hal, really, Dirk said, concerned that he’d hurt his friend’s feelings. I’m sorry, I’m sure she’s just as good at sucking dick, as you say she is.

    Okay, well, then let me prove it to you, Hal said, a smile creeping across his face.

    Prove it to me? How?“ Dirk asked.

    By letting Renee suck your dick,” he said, grinning at Dirk.

    Are you serious?“ Dirk asked, staring at his old friend. I mean, really? You’re serious? You want Renee, your own wife, to suck my dick?” he asked, not believing what he had heard.

    Serious as a heart attack, my brother!“ Hal replied, sitting back in his chair and grinning at Dirk. He lifted his beer bottle to his lips and took a drink before continuing. And trust me, when she’s done with you, you’ll be thanking me for letting her do it! That woman can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, I tell ya!”

    This is incredible, Dirk said, sitting back in his chair, still holding his beer in one hand. I can’t believe you’d have Renee do that!“

    Well, you’d better believe it, my friend, because it’s about to happen!” Hal said, getting up and going over to the short staircase leading to the door that opened into the house. He climbed up the three steps and opened the door, then called out to his wife.

    Hey, Renee, darling, would you come in here for a minute, please?“ he said, then walked back over and sat down in the camp chair to await her arrival. It was less than a minute later when Renee appeared in the doorway, giving them both a big smile. She was wearing the same jeans as before, but this time she was wearing a red and white striped tube top instead of the halter.

    Yes, baby?” she said, her hands on the sides of the doorframe.

    'My God, but that woman is hot!’ Dirk thought to himself, taking a drink from his beer.

    I been bragging on you and those DSLs of yours again to Dirk here, telling him all about how good you are at giving blowjobs and all, and I’m not sure he believes me, Hal said, motioning towards Dirk with his beer. Renee looked at Dirk and her smile got bigger.

    So you want me to suck his dick to prove it to him, baby?“ she said, looking Dirk straight in the eyes. Is that it?”

    Yep, that’s it, darling !“ Hal said, smiling.

    I can do that!” Renee said, her smile bigger than ever. She walked down the three steps into the garage, her big tits swaying in the tube top, never taking her eyes off of Dirk. She walked over to him and stopped in front of him, standing between his feet as he sat in the chair. She looked down at him for just a moment, still smiling, before she spoke again.

    How about it, Dirk? Would you like for me to suck your dick?“ she asked, her voice low and sultry. I’m really good at sucking dick, and I’d just love to prove it to you by sucking yours!”

    What about Hal? You know, your husband?“ Dirk said, looking up into those dark brown eyes that were now sparkling and filled with desire. You’d do that with him sitting right there?” he asked.

    Sure!“ Renee replied, her smile getting a bit bigger. I suck dick in front of him all the time, don’t I, baby?” she said, her eyes traveling down to Dirk’s crotch and lingering there for a moment before going back to his eyes.

    You sure do!“ Hal said, grinning proudly. "Every time we throw a party, she finds a guy that turns her on and she just has to suck his dick, and I always get to watch!” he explained.

    And then, when the party is over, we go into the bedroom and I tell Hal all about it, how it turned me on, how good the guy’s cum tasted, and then we have the best sex you can imagine!“ she said, her smile never faltering.

    But she never fucks anyone else, though, Hal said. That’s reserved just for me, right, darling ?” Hal said. Renee nodded as she replied.

    That’s right, baby, nobody fucks me but you!“ she said. So how about it, Dirk? You want me to show you how good I am at sucking cock by sucking yours?”

    Sure, why the fuck not!“ Dirk said, tossing his hands up in the air and letting them drop to the arm rests of the chair, still holding on to his beer with one hand. He was trapped and he knew it, so why not sit back and enjoy it?

    'Besides, there’s no way she’s as good as Amy, Dirk thought to himself, thinking of the girl he’d met at a club party a few weeks ago. She had really gone at him, and the memories were still fresh.

    "Good!” Renee said, moving in closer. She reached down and spread his legs further apart, then knelt down between them right in front of his crotch.

    “Hal, honey, you might want to turn the fan on and close the garage door,” she said, settling in front of Dirk. “We don’t want to give the neighbors a free show, and with the door closed its gonna get hot in here pretty quick!”

    Good point, baby!“ Hal said, getting up and going over to the button on the wall next to the door to the house and pressing it. The garage door slid closed behind them, and then Hal flipped a switch next to the garage door button and a fan mounted up in a corner of the ceiling came on. Then Hal walked over to a canoe that was lying on the floor next to the wall, picking up a floatation cushion and then handing it to his wife.

    Here, darling , use this!” Hal said, handing her the cushion.

    Thank you, baby!“ Renee said, taking the cushion from him and putting it on the ground in front of her to kneel on. As soon as she was settled, she reached up and began unfastening Dirk’s jeans, smiling as she worked at getting them open.

    I bet you have a big dick! You have a big dick, don’t you, Dirk?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling while getting the jeans open and pulling down the fly.

    See for yourself!“ he said, making Renee grin. She reached inside his jeans for his cock and was pleasantly surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. She looked up at him and grinned as she wrapped her fingers around his soft cock.

    "No underwear!” she said, pulling his cock out of his jeans and then spreading the fly of the jeans as wide as possible. “I like that! But right now, I’m gonna wrap my lips around your cock and suck it until it’s hard,” she said, looking up at him and smiling. “I just love feeling a man’s cock get hard in my mouth!”

    Before Dirk could reply she dipped her head down and put her lips on the head of his cock, sucking his entire soft cock into her mouth. She looked up at him as sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing in, running her tongue over and around the sensitive tip. This made Dirk jump just a little as he was really sensitive at the tip of his dick, and Hal chuckled at his reaction.

    Told you she was good!“ he said, grinning at Dirk. But you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

    Renee pulled her head back and let his hardening cock slip out of her mouth, holding the head in her mouth for a moment before sucking it all in her mouth again. She did this several times, pleased to find that Dirk was getting harder, longer, and thicker in her mouth very quickly. She slid her mouth up to the head of his cock, holding it there for a moment before she released it from her mouth with a soft 'pop. She smiled up at him as she spoke, gripping his cock tightly in one hand while opening his jeans further with the other.

    Let’s get these big balls out, shall we?“ she said, smiling up at him as she pulled his balls out of his jeans. Oh, nice! I just love playing with a man’s balls!” she said, massaging them in her hand while still pumping his cock. He was rock-hard by now, the precum beginning to flow with a drop of the clear fluid appearing at the tip of his cock.

    Oh, look!“ she said, grinning up at him as she noticed the drop of precum. Is that for me? Yummy!” she said, sticking her wide, long tongue out and licking up the drop of slick fluid, making sure she licked as much of the head of his cock as she could in doing so. She had the widest, longest, and thickest tongue Dirk had ever seen, and she was good with it very good. As he watched, she put her lips right on the tip of his cock and sucked, pulling more of the fluid out of him.

    “Hmm!” she moaned, smiling up at him. She sat back a little and swallowed, then ran her wet tongue over her lips and smiled, looking directly at him. Eye contact was obviously a big thing with her, and she was very good at it among other things, as he was about to find out.

    “I’m gonna give you a tongue bath, and then I’m gonna suck the cum right out of you!” she said, grinning from ear to ear. She looked like an excited little girl with her hand gripping a nice, big lollypop, and Dirk had a feeling that was exactly how she was going to treat him like a treat ready to be swallowed. She stuck that wide, thick tongue out again and slowly licked him from the base of his balls all the way up to the head of his cock, never taking her eyes from his.

    “Want me to time you, baby?” Hal asked, taking a pull from his beer.

    “Sure!” Renee replied, grinning up at Dirk as she pumped his cock in her hand. Let’s see if I can break my record on how fast I can make him cum!“

    "So what’s your record?” Dirk asked.

    “Five minutes!” she said, giving him a sly smile before licking his cock again. “But I have a feeling you might take a little bit longer than that,” she said, licking him again.

    “What makes you say that, baby?” Hal asked.

    Call it a hunch, Renee replied, never taking her eyes from Dirk, but I just have a feeling that ol Dirk here is gonna be a tough nut to crack or to make cum, that is!“

    Guess there’s only one way to find out, huh?” Dirk said, smiling at her. She smiled back as she replied.

    I guess so!“ she said, giving him one last, wet, lingering lick from his balls to the head of his dick.

    You ready, baby?” Hal asked, holding up his wrist with his watch on it, thumb on the button.

    Oh, yeah!“ Renee replied, grinning up at Dirk.

    Go!” Hal said, starting the stopwatch.

    Renee lowered her mouth down to his cock and took the head into her mouth, clamping her lips around the shaft just behind the flared ridge. Then she applied suction, lots of it, and then slid her mouth down onto his hard shaft, taking his entire length into her mouth in one long, fluid motion. She pulled her head back up the length of his shaft slowly, running her thick tongue over and around his cock as she did, massaging and squeezing his balls with one hand, maintaining the suction she was applying. When she got to the head of his cock she paused, keeping it trapped in her mouth, running her tongue over and around the sensitive head before sliding her mouth back down his cock once more, literally sucking it into her mouth and down her throat. She pushed her face down until her nose bumped against his abdomen, and she moaned as she made the trip back up his cock once more, her cheeks hollowing in from the suction she was applying.

    Um!“ she moaned, looking up at Dirk and smiling around his cock in her mouth. When she got to the head of his cock she held it in her mouth again, sucking on it while running her thick tongue along the underside. The suction she was applying was incredible, and Dirk could feel the precum being sucked from him. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let about half of the head of his cock out of her mouth, her big, soft lips wrapped around it as she sucked on him. Then she moaned again as she slid her mouth back down his cock once more, making loud slurping noises as she sucked his throbbing shaft into her wet, sucking mouth. His cock was coated with her saliva by now, and he could feel it running down his balls as she worked on him.

    'Holy shit, she’s good! She’s even better than Amy!’ Dirk thought to himself as he watched Renee gobbling his cock over and over again. She was applying constant suction on his cock, pausing every now and then to draw a breath either through her nose or through her mouth when she opened her lips up just enough to breathe before clamping them around his cock again. She was obviously a fan of sloppy blowjobs, as by now his cock and balls and the front of his jeans were drenched with her saliva, and the garage was filled with the slurping sounds she was making as she sucked his cock.

    While she was wor

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  • A Virgin Christmas Wish
    A lonely damsel gets a chance at neighbor’s Christmas ‘Yule, Log’.

    Based on a post by virgin_sexpert. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

    On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.

    But when the time came, I wasn’t really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.

    In college I could barely concentrate on class and I never took notes because I was always thinking and developing some sexual fantasy in my head that took my full attention. I go by ‘Mindy’. My parents named me Melinda, but I hate that name. I hate a lot of the things associated with high school. I was a wierdo. Then in college, I was a nerd.

    At work in the library, I would have to take frequent breaks to my office where I would unwind to a few dirty pages of a dirty novel. Sex was on my mind, way too much. Every man that I would see throughout my day, became the leading male in my latest fantasy. I must have been the horniest virgin who ever lived! But no one ever knew.

    I deliberately moved to a new city, just so I could start over. I changed my wardrobe and my hair style. But I had a very hard time changing my inner self.

    I could have spent another night with my oiled up hand, or the new vibrator that I ordered online. Or I could have been a little kinkier and did some anal play with my handy-dandy pink ass plug, but I wanted the real thing, damnit!

     I went on the pill, to make sex safer for my career plans. It grew my tits from a C cup to a D. And it also kicked up my libido. The holiday season really heightened my horniness, but it also heightened my loneliness. I wanted a man so bad. I wanted to hear a knock at my door, then open it and see a naked man on the other side, tied up with a big red ribbon tied in a bow, sporting an 8 inch stiff cock, just for me.

    But I guess that was all just fantasy. When would my fantasies come to pass? Aren’t I allowed to get at least one of them?

    No matter how hard I wished and wanted something, it would never come to pass, so I decided to get up and go to a night club, downtown. Nothing ever came out of these things, but maybe tonight there would be some holiday magic working in my favor. Or maybe only losers would be desperate enough to be clubbing on Christmas Eve. But I was lusty, lonely, and stir-crazy.

    When I opened the door to my 4th floor hallway, my neighbor was just coming home. His door and mine were near each other. The hallway turned perpendicular right between our entries. Our two apartments were at the northeast corner of the 4th floor of the West building.

    “Hey, how are you, Mindy?” he asked. His name was John. He was older than me by perhaps some years, and he was way out of my league. Oh, he was always very cordial to me, but it always seemed out of pity. John is a tall and comes from Scandinavian stock. His mailbox, in the foyer; says “J. Nelson”.

    I bet tonight his beautiful girlfriend would be coming over, maybe in sexy lingerie; and they would spend the evening making love, talking, and drinking wine.

    “Hi, John. I’m Good! and you?” I asked back with a flirty smile.

    He looked so handsome, with his all-black ensemble, and red silk tie. I couldn’t help but smile goofily, in the face of this great looking man. I didn’t know what he did for a living, but every night I could hear him playing his acoustic guitar.  I laid in bed with my hands in my panties; pretending he was serenading me. But of course he would never know that.

    “Yeah, I’m Fine. Merry Christmas! Where are you heading out to?” I could feel his stare on me, and it was making me quite bashful and self-conscious. I’ve been working so hard to keep eye contact with people.

    I knew I looked great in my form-fitting dress. It highlighted my warm olive Italian skin, long slim legs, deep red full lips, and dark wavy hair. Okay, I’m keeping focused on John’s gorgeous eyes.

    “Oh, I think I’ll get go to a dinner club, or something.” Then I sighed; “I am spending the holidays alone.”

    “Oh, Me too!” He started.

    I was surprised at his answer, and I almost didn’t believe him. How could someone this handsome be alone?

    Then he shocked me; “Do you maybe want to spend it alone together? I just stole some nice wine from my company holiday party? I was going to come home and drink alone. But, you know; it’s really not good to drink alone.” He winked and added; “Please, Mindy; Skip the bar tonight and come in.” He was opening the door and gesturing for me to come in.

     I followed him in without a word. I had only dreamed about ever going in there. It was better than I had imagined!  There was lots of navy, platinum, and teak wood furnishings. His home kinda smelled of leather and a subtle hint of vanilla.

    We sat in the elegant living room. I was offered his wingback arm chair, adjacent the leather sofa. When he situated himself, he first started out apologizing to me for being such an aloof neighbor. He said he sort of developed this bad habit when his previous neighbors were rude.

     I forgave him, as long as he promised never to stop being friendly again.

    We sat drinking his sweet white wine. He had lots of questions to ask me, in the matters of my life, job, and interests.

    I told him that I was a teen freak, then a college nerd. I love literature to a fault. I’m even into comic book superheroes, collecting replica Lightsabers, reading classic novels, and watching way too much Netflix. I told him that I used to be a shy kid with ADHD, but it leveled out during my college years.

    I seemed very lame to myself, saying those things out loud. I revealed that I was just recently liberated from the thick eyeglasses of my childhood, by a successful laser eye surgery. “Most people didn’t even recognize me without the horrible glasses.” But I added that it’s probably all for the better, as I would rather build new friendships.

    “So,” I asked him; “What type of things are you into?”

    “Lots of things, gourmet cooking, chess, running, watching way too much Hulu, playing the guitar,” He sipped a bit more wine, then added; “sketching, and tying up sexy women, to play with their nipples and tease their clits. ”

     I nearly choked on the wine that was almost down my throat. Suddenly my body temperature rose at least 10 degrees, and my hands began to tremble.

    He looked at me, straight into my big doe-like brown eyes. “Do you want to know what else I am into?”

    I tilted my head, as if I were under a spell.

    “Beautiful, shy women, like you; who don’t know how sexy they are. A woman who gets wet when a man looks her deep in the eyes, and tells her that.” His voice went deep as he slowly added; “I want to fuck every hole you have, and make you cum, again and again.“

    I was flushed and trembling, when he asked; “So, I ask again, my dear; what are you into?” He took the glass from my trembling hand and took my hand into his, and laid a sweet kiss on it.

    With a trembling voice I began: “I really like to write erotica, especially at night when I am listening to you play your guitar. I like to close my eyes and wish that someone was touching me, whispering how much they want to make love to me; ” I closed my eyes and took myself to my inner thoughts. My eyes watered at his sultry words. I was being seduced for the first time in my life!

    I could feel him getting closer to me, his lip brushed against my ear. “I really like this;” I said as I felt the heat of his breathing, on my neck.

    “You are your own kind of beautiful, Mindy.” He told me.

    I opened my eyes, hoping that this wasn’t just another dream. In the back of my mind I already started to ask myself the ‘why’ and 'how’ questions, but why ruin a sexy moment? I was completely flattered and could not hide my obvious turned on state.  Already I could feel the wetness between my legs.

    “Am I making you uncomfortable?” John grinned.

    My smile widened. “Honestly, You are making me wet,” I laughed. I was never that frank about sex. But then again, I never really had a chance to be.

    “Do you always do this to women you invite inside.” I asked, with keen interest and looking him in the eyes.

    “Have there been women in here that I’m unaware of?” John returned my question.

    I had to challenge my presumption. No, I honestly hadn’t seen him bring a date to his place. “I’m sorry, John. No, I haven’t any reason to accuse you of being a player. I just assumed you’d have women throwing themselves at you.”

    “Ha!” he laughed. “No, I am just in the Christmas spirit, I guess. It’s the season for giving. I find myself in solitary circumstance, and reflecting on the need to appreciate the opportunities I haven’t availed myself to. Start treating people better. Especially kind neighbors whom I should be kinder to. And I want to give you something. Something even your wildest virgin fantasies can’t imagine.”

    “Now, how did you know I was a virgin?” I felt more exposed than ever.

    “I didn’t. But, now I know for sure,” he laughed.

    I blushed, but his laugh made it easier for me to relax and be vulnerable. Oh he was even sexier when he laughed.

    “I know you probably think that no one notices you, but I notice you.” John wanted to build up my self-esteem. “I see you coming home, and you nearly always pull out the wrong door key first. You are always humming the same song to yourself, and you are always dressed so sexily. I especially like that purple dress; it makes your lovely breasts look great.”

    My cheeks were so bright red, I didn’t even know what else to say back to him. I felt so sexy now.

     "And I must say, I love this dress on you.” He paused, then added; “But for me to give you a proper Christmas Eve gift, you will have to lose it.“

    "You want me to strip?” I smiled. I was hoping he was serious, because my clothes were begging to come off. ‘Thank you God, for sending me this sexy horny man!’

    “Yes! Have another glass of wine, if you’d like. But I want you to strip, and then walk right into my bedroom over there.”

    John is inviting me to his bedroom! I was nervous, but even more so, I was terribly craving cock, his cock. With alcohol running through my veins, and 'bold’ becoming my new middle name.

    I stood facing John. Then I stepped up on his wooden coffee table. Still looking him in the eyes with lust,  I pulled the halter tie from the back of my neck. I was swaying to an imaginary base rift, as I held a tie string in each hand.

    My shoulders pulsed alternately, which caused my tits to swing against my gold bodice. Now my nipples were erect and protruding. I leaned over toward John as my straps released.  Still swaying and twerking to my imaginary music, I reached behind to unzip the low-back of the dress; all the while entertaining him with my pendulous tits.

    Then I placed a hand on each hip, as I stood back upright.  I turned in several steps as I rocked my curvy ass to him, Then I slowly slid each hand down my hips, the thin dress descending with my hands. Before releasing, I looked over my shoulder, to catch his reaction. His eyes clearly conveyed; ‘Keep going’; so I did. I was being a tease, and he was into it.

    The garment dropped to my stilettos. I stepped out of my gold cocktail dress, leaving only my black lacy G-string and my high heels.

    Suddenly my rhythm stopped. I stood with my ass to him. I stepped my legs apart just enough to let my cunny make an appearance. In dramatic silence I slowly slid the waistband of the G-string down, guiding it continuously to my ankles.  I caught his delightful lust, as I smiled seductively, from between my spread legs.

    I stepped a leg out of the G-string and pivoted back facing him. Then I raised my other foot, with the lacy garment clinging to my toes. I swiftly grabbed the skimpy thing and  in one fluid motion I stretched it back with my other hand, and shot the black lacy thing against his chest.

    Now in front of him, I stood completely naked; like I was almost every night on the other side of that wall.  Yes, I had practiced this routine; often to the rhythm of his classical guitar selections.

    “Fucking hell; Come here, my pretty little virgin. I want to show you something.” He held out a hand and I grabbed it while placing my other hand on his shoulder. I collected my items and removed my heels, then placed them all on the chair.

    I followed him into his bedroom, where it was dark and mysterious. I sat naked on the corner of his bed, next to a corner bedpost. With lusty anticipation, I watched him as he pulled a big black box from underneath his bed. He pulled out a box of several candles. Silently he set them around the room, as he lit each of them.

    Also in the box, he pulled out an interesting rope contraption that he fastened to the four corners of the  bed. Then John laid a firm wedge cushion near the head of the bed. When he padded his hand on it, he said; “Ly down, dirty girl. I want to show you things that will blow your mind.”

    I went up to the middle of his bed and laid down on the wedge cushion. My shoulders and head were now slightly elevated, to watch as he bound my ankles and wrists to the bed. The wide bands were held by Velcro, and each attached to a shiny black rope.

    I was now exposed for him, and vulnerable. With nowhere to go, and no idea about what would happen next. For all I know, he could chop me up to a million pieces. But I had a feeling that he was being as bold as I was being, tonight. It turned me on, to be this way with a handsome man I barely knew.

    From the look in his eyes, my naked body looked delicious; stretched out in the candlelight. My nipples peaked upward, begging to be touched, from atop the summits of my 34D breasts. Each curve of my classically soft and feminine figure; was highlighted and exposed.

    I could see little goosebumps rising up all over me. John disappeared from the room for a minute, but returned with the bottle of wine in his hand, and with no clothes on. But now he had a red ribbon, tied in a bow, around his swaying hard cock. I wanted to pounce, but I was tied up.

    Seeing his beautiful cock alive and ready, sent jolts of sexual energy down my body. Oh Gawd! I wanted to jump off that bed and go for his cock right away. But, no matter what I did, I could not free myself. With the bottle of wine in hand, he crawled onto the bed kneeling between my spread thighs.

     "You are such a beautiful girl. Damn, I think you are meant to be on my bed, nightly; so I can just look at you, and admire you.“ He looked down at me with a look that I had never seen before. I was ready to have fun with him, our great sexy holiday secret tryst.

    He tilted the bottle of sweet white wine right over my lips, for me to taste. The small trickle splashed over my lips as I opened my mouth to let some in.

    The wine tasted too good, I had to lick my lips to get every bit of it.

    Next, he dripped some onto my stiff nipples. We watched the wine roll down over my swollen breasts and pool at the side of my body. The wine looked so good, rolling around on my goose-pimpled tits. The wine also ran into the valley between my tits, then down my torso.

    If I could, I would have licked it from myself. But I really wanted him to lick me. Down my belly and into my belly button the wine rolled. "Do you like that?” He grinned.

    “Yes,” I said, trying to raise my body up to touch his. I wanted our skins to make contact, but he was teasing me and making me wet in more than one way. He put the bottle between my legs and rubbed the cool glass container against my moist pussy. I grinded my pussy lips against the wine, enjoying contact while I had it. When he was done teasing me like that, He took a last drink, leaving just an ounce behind. Then he poured that last bit of wine down my sweet cunny slit and all over my furry mound. Now the bottle was empty, and all that was left to taste, was me.

     "Taste me;“ I invited him. I was on the verge of begging for his touch. But I didn’t have to beg because his lips met my nipple. He didn’t play around. He went straight for the hard suck, like he was reading my horny mind.

     I moaned loudly, arching my chest toward his face. When he released my nipple from his hard suck, I could see the trail of saliva from his lips to the tip of my nipple.

    He treated my other nipple just the same, sucking harder, and harder, encouraged by my positive reaction.

    My tits wanted more of him, but he pulled away; and to my surprise, started to slap my tits one after the other. From the outer sides, his alternating slaps sent the one hefty tit bouncing into the other, in a chain reaction.

    To watch them jerk and jiggle was fascinating him. My nipples seemed to be growing even bigger, and more sensitive to his tongue, and hard suction. I wondered if they tasted like the sweet white wine.

     "Are you ready for your present?” he asked.

    I looked down at his cock as he unwrapped the big red ribbon; and let it fall on my mound. My mouth was wide open, already anticipating being orally filled by his thick and long cock. It was the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen. Alright, so I haven’t actually seen many erect cocks, in person. But his far surpassed my embellished fantasies.

     He gave me a closer look at his cock, as he straddled further up, on top of me. With his dick just centimeters away from my lips; he stroked himself and showed me the precum already seeping from his delicious head.

    “You know, darling; My ancestors celebrated the holidays with a big log, A Yule, log, they called it. A thick log that was slowly fed into the hearth, where it burned several night, until the new year.“ John slowly pulled the foreskin tightly back, and his shiny phallus reflected the lamplight. “The Yule, log was a warm treat to make the home a cozy place, and never failed to meet the need.” He said.

    John rubbed his cock all over my face, making me wet with his precum. I reached out my tongue to lick him but he withdrew teasingly. “Have you been a good girl, this year, Mindy?”

    “A very good girl,” I replied.

    He let his cock slap my cheeks, getting closer and closer to my mouth. Once he was close enough, I grabbed his cock with my lips and held onto him. He let out an initial moan as I welcomed in his fullness into my hungry mouth. His cock was getting more slippery by the second. Tantalizingly sliding in and out of my wet oral hole. As my lips clamped him in place, my tongue massaged his frenulum, just under the tip and along the ridge of his glans crown.

    It had been too long since I sucked a cock. Yes, I was a virgin, but I had the pleasure of sucking teen cock, a couple of times before. At a high school cast party, after the last

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  • Visiting Nick's Island
    Visiting Nick's Island.
    My best friend's teenage daughter wanted to go on
    a boat ride. Things didn't go as planned.

    Based on a post by Alaskan

    Devil. Listen to the Podcast at My
    First Time.



    One of my favorite old-time TV shows is Gilligan's Island. Every

    Saturday morning, I sit back in my Lay-Z-Boy recliner, sip on my
    Bailey's and coffee, and watch the Bouncing Beauties Sitcom Power
    Hour on my favorite YouTube channel, Classic Television Titties. The
    channel is dedicated to classic TV shows with hot babes in skimpy
    outfits, including two of the best-looking broads on the small
    screen, Mary-Ann and Ginger.

    Now for those of you that are too young to know about classic TV,

    Gilligan's Island is about a group of idiots that get marooned on a
    deserted Island. There's Gilligan, a mentally challenged man-boy
    obviously on the spectrum. The Skipper, a grotesquely obese abuser
    with a stupid hat. The Professor, an asexual nerdy science type. Mr.
    Howell, a rich capitalist, presumably from Florida, and his annoying
    wife Mrs. Howell (man, can I relate to annoying wives).

    Lastly, there's Ginger and Mary-Ann. Ginger is a tall sexy redhead

    actress with gravity defying dairy pillows, and Mary-Ann is a short
    brunette girl-next-door type with two perky polo pumpkins who enjoys
    making cream pies and baring her midriff.

    There isn't a man alive who's seen the show and not bludgeoned the

    beefsteak to one or both of these bodacious babes. I've definitely
    spilled more seed thinking about Mary-Ann because she always seemed
    like the biggest whore on the island, but I've pounded the pink pony
    to Ginger a handful of times as well. Hell, I've even made the bald
    man puke to Mrs. Howell once or twice, although I won't say I'm proud
    of it.

    One of my favorite pastimes is daydreaming about what it would be

    like to be stranded on an island with one or two horny single women
    with nothing to do other than drink from their coconuts and teach
    them how to ride the bamboo golf cart.

    It turns out that dreams sometimes come true.

    It all started last June. My best friend from high school, Tony,

    who lives in South Carolina, came to visit for a week. He was
    accompanied by his wife, Penny and their nineteen-year-old daughter,
    Lorna.

    Penny and Tony are a bit more traditional than my wife, Margaret,

    and I. Hell, I think they even go to church twice a week. Tony got
    married pretty young and you could say his wife rules the roost.
    While I maintained my dignity and my luscious full head of hair, Tony
    sacrificed his manhood and lost most of his hair, probably because of
    Penny's constant nagging and surly disposition.

    Penny's fashion style is designed around destroying boners. I'm

    surprised that Tony was able to keep his pocket mongoose hard for
    long enough to deposit his seed in his wife's icy cooter cave, but
    I'm not one to pry into a friend's personal business.

    While Penny is no fan of my keen wit and often turns her nose up

    when I make a funny, at least Tony somehow maintained his sense of
    humor. I guess laughter is better than divorce when you have a kid.

    Unfortunately, their daughter Lorna took after her mother. With a

    perpetual scowl on her chubby face and baggy clothes, Lorna looks
    like she's considering a career in virginity.

    When they arrived at the house, we sat around the living room

    catching up and watched the Miami Dolphins play the Dallas Cowboys.
    At one point, the camera panned to one of the Dallas cheerleaders,
    her pom poms shaking so hard it looked like they were about to spill
    out all over the Astro-turf.

    "Holy hell, Tony," I said, "Will you look at those

    Julius Squeezers! Now there's a tight end I'd like to blitz!"

    My wife punched me in the shoulder. Tony laughed but Penny looked

    disgusted. Lorna lifted her head out of her phone for a split-second
    with a stupid look on her face like she was trying to make sense out
    of a Kanye West tweet.

    When Tony and his family visit, I take them out fishing in my

    boat. Tony and Penny enjoy fishing for some reason. Fishing for me is
    all about drinking beer and checking out bikini-clad bombshells
    hanging out in the marina, where I'm a bit of a legend for my charm
    and good looks. Most men in their 40s are well past their prime but
    it's obvious to all the lonely housewives that I'm just getting
    started.

    Our fishing trip was planned for Saturday morning. When I got home

    from work on Friday, everyone was out of the house, so I took
    advantage of the quiet to participate in a game of tug-of-war with
    cyclops.

    My jerkin' Jurgens was in the upstairs bathroom. When I went to

    retrieve it, I noticed a phone sitting by the commode. Unsure whether
    it was Margaret's or one of the guests, I picked it up, surprised
    that it was already on and unlocked.

    I figured the quickest way to find out who it belonged to was to

    open the photos. Much to my surprise, the pictures were all of Lorna.
    There was an album entitled, "Florida trip," so I opened
    it.

    The photos were taken from my upstairs guest bedroom. The first

    few were of Lorna dressed in a tight-fitting tank top and black lacy
    panties. The photos were shocking but not because they were
    particularly racy. I was shocked because my best friend's frumpy
    teenage daughter actually looked sexy.

    Lorna's face was definitely hinting of chubby, but in a teenage

    baby fat kind of way. She was average height but curvy, with thick
    thighs and a plump ass that spilled out of her underwear. Lorna's big
    brown eyes, long ash-blonde hair, and full lips were standard fare
    for a teenager. Most surprising was her ridiculously massive milk
    melons that seemed to defy the physical limitations of a cotton tank
    top.

    Fuck me in the ass, I thought to myself. If only I

    could see Lorna's shirt potatoes after they're peeled!

    A few swipes later, my dreams came true. In the photo, Lorna has

    her top lifted above the biggest pair of pontoons I've ever laid eyes
    on. I'm not even sure there is an official bra size for blouse
    balloons of such magnitude. I began to wonder whether NASA had
    categorized the gravitational pull of Lorna's twin mammary moons.

    No wonder she wears baggy clothes!

    The more photos I scrolled through, the better they got.

    Apparently, Lorna was exploring her naughty side because there were
    photos of her totally nude and even spreading her pussy, which was
    plump and meaty like the rest of her body. She wasn't overweight, She
    just had a classic Dutch 'big boned' body. Adding the more recent
    infusion of massive female hormones, and you get a young buxom
    wonderland that can entertain a man's interest better the best
    amusement park can delight a crumb-cruncher.

    Then I saw a thumbnail for a video.

    It started with her talking to the camera as though it were an

    audience.

    "I have to be quiet because I'm on vacation with my family

    and they're in another room."

    Lorna then proceeds to get totally naked, spread her legs, and

    fuck herself with a massive dildo while pinching her nipples and
    playing with her milk mountains. Watching a giant penis-shaped hunk
    of silicone slide in and out of Lorna's tiny teenage honey bucket
    made my jackhammer hard enough to pulverize concrete.

    After whipping it out, I sat on the toilet and practiced the

    five-finger shuffle while watching Lorna's entire video. It became
    obvious to me that she had some kind of video channel where she
    performed for monetary donations. She even mentioned some of the
    online audience members by name.

    The crescendo of the video showed Lorna on all fours, her

    chesticles hanging down almost to the bed, swaying with every thrust
    of her hips as she fucked a dildo with a suction cup that was
    attached to the headboard.

    I came so hard, I thought my splooge was going to reach terminal

    velocity and escape Earth's gravitational pecker pull.

    Just as my banana batter began running down the shower curtain,

    there was a knock at the door.

    Fuck me in the ass!

    It seemed as though someone else was at home, and I had a pretty

    good idea who it was.

    I answered the knock with, "Who is it?" while stuffing

    my trim tickler back into my pants and clumsily trying to wipe my man
    smoothie off the shower curtain.

    "It's Lorna. I think I left my phone in there."

    I couldn't be sure if Lorna had heard me playing the video. It

    wasn't loud but Florida homes aren't known for their high-quality
    construction standards and the walls were thinner than Kiera Knightly
    in a corset.

    "Oh yeah, I see it. Hold on a sec while I finish freshening

    up."

    Upon exiting the bathroom, Lorna was waiting in the hallway.

    Handing her the phone, I couldn't help but try to make out the
    slightest hint of her mommy melons poking and pressing against her
    oversized sweatshirt.





    Alas, my effort was to no avail. Lorna took her phone and

    scampered off to her bedroom, presumably to play a one-string melody
    on her gash guitar for her adoring fans.

    Being honest, and I always am, the thought of chubby little Lorna

    tickling her taco in my guest bedroom made me hornier than a lonely
    housewife at a high school football game.

    Live and let live is my motto. If the girl wants to earn some cash

    by showing off her goodies, more power to her. There are far worse
    ways to make a living. Just ask anyone working at IKEA.

    That night I was lying in bed watching a rerun of The Love Boat on

    TV. It was an episode with Charo dancing around like she found a
    brick of cocaine in her balcony suite. The sight of her Twin Peaks
    bouncing around like two overfilled water balloons reminded me of
    Lorna's video and made my Undercover Brother harder than sitting
    through an episode of Friends.

    Of course, my wife noticed. Pointing at the tent pole under the

    comforter, Margaret said, "Oh wow, Nick, you must be thinking
    back to our wedding day! Do you want to use that thing or are you
    going to rub one out to this week's celebrity guest?"

    "Charo isn't my type but at least I can turn off the TV when

    I don't want to hear her talk."

    Margaret wrapped her hand around Long Dong Silver and said, "Oh,

    come on, Nick. Stick it in me and pretend you're on the Love Boat
    shoving your dinghy into Cruise Director Julie's lifeboat."

    "It sounds more like a ride on the Titanic."

    But, like the Titanic, there was nothing I could do to stop my

    veiny vessel from crashing into my wife's iceberg. Little did she
    know that I wasn't thinking about Julie, Daisy Duke, Mary-Ann or any
    other classic TV gash. While my white whale was destroying my wife's
    pleasure boat, my fantasy revolved around sticking my sea cucumber in
    between Lorna's Little Mermaids.

    Saturday rolled around and everyone was in the living room ready

    to head to the marina for a day of fishing. Everyone except Lorna.
    Her parents said she likely didn't want to go and suggested we leave
    without her.

    "She's probably got her face buried in that phone again,"

    said her mother, with a look on her face that reminded me of someone
    sitting on the toilet after eating bad Mexican food.

    I assumed she was doing another one of her shows, so I shrugged,

    and we left.

    Tony, Penny, and my wife; caught a bunch of fish while I sipped on

    beer and spied on a hot little number, tanning topless on the deck of
    another boat anchored right next to ours.

    Margaret caught me eyeballing the young woman's flesh bobbers

    through a pair of binoculars and said, "Jesus fucking Christ,
    Nick, you came all the way out here in the Gulf, to perv on
    unsuspecting sunbathers?"

    "Can you shut the fuck up? I'm appreciating nature; Plus,

    you're going to scare the fish."

    Tony laughed but Penny looked even more disgusted than normal,

    which slightly improved her looks.

    When we arrived back at my house, Lorna was waiting in the living

    room. It was obvious she'd been crying. When her mother asked what
    the matter was, all hell broke loose.

    We quickly learned that Lorna walked down the stairs mere minutes

    after we left, ready to enjoy a sunny day on the water.

    After some noise, she started crying again and said to her

    parents, "You left without me! You don't even want me around!"

    Fuck me in the ass! The only person allowed to cry in this

    house is my wife!

    Stepping in, I said, "This is all my fault. Lorna, I tell you

    what, I'll take you out on the boat tomorrow morning to make it up to
    you. We can all go together to make up for today."

    My quick thinking did the trick and seemed to placate Lorna. Tony

    thanked me later and said, "She's been very sensitive ever since
    her cat, Puss Puss died."

    I didn't have the heart to tell my best friend that his daughter's

    puss puss was far from dead!

    The next morning, Margaret wanted to sleep in, so she backed out

    of the fishing trip. Lorna was ready to go by nine, but Tony came
    downstairs still dressed in his pajamas and said he and Penny had the
    shits and wouldn't be able to go.

    Tony said, "Penny and I ate some ice cream out of your fridge

    last night and we think it may be bad."

    I said, "Fuck me in the ass, Tony! That ice cream has been in

    there since George W was president! Turns out, neither Margaret nor I
    like pistachio or stupid world leaders."

    Just saying the word pistachio made Tony reach for his asshole and

    run back up the stairs.

    I turned to Lorna and said, "Well, it's you and me, kid. If

    you still wanna go?"

    Lorna smiled and said, "Absolutely!"

    It was the first time I'd seen her smile. I'd seen her plunge a

    dildo into her vertical smile a few hundred times but had never seen
    the face-forward version.

    As we motored out of the Marina, Lorna said she didn't care about

    fishing and wondered if I knew any places we could explore.

    I said, "A woman after my own heart! I would rather get a

    root canal than handle a pole all day. Let's tool around for an hour
    or two and see where fate takes us."

    Lorna smiled yet again and I had to admit that the young girl was

    starting to grow on me. When she took off her sweatshirt and
    sweatpants to reveal the tiny bikini underneath, my one-eyed wonder
    worm also started to grow on me.

    Lorna's sand dollars were so massive, her bikini top was barely

    able to cover her nipples and areola. My jaw immediately came
    unhinged from my face and fell to the floor as my tongue unrolled and
    foghorn sounds echoed through the humid Florida air.

    Her tight bikini bottoms outlined a camel toe that would have

    caused Ali Babba to become a flying carpet muncher. Her G-string
    bikini bottoms were entirely enveloped by Lorna's substantial white
    ass. Every step she took walking around the cabin made her butt
    cheeks jiggle like that Jell-O dessert everyone avoids at Christmas
    dinner.

    "Holy hell, Lorna, are you sure you're not overdressed?"

    Lorna giggled, obviously accustomed to her body getting attention,

    online at least.

    "I don't get to wear bikinis at home. My mother won't let me.

    I'm glad my parents didn't come because now I won't have to be hot
    all day."

    Nodding in approval, I said, "Well, you do you, honey. But in

    that outfit, you're definitely going to be hot all day." Then I
    pulled a beer out of my cooler and cracked it open.

    Reaching it out to Lorna, I said, "Do you want a beer?"

    "I'm not twenty-one."

    "And I'm not a cop. Plus, I think these are international

    waters now. We can go nuts."

    Lorna smiled, grabbed the beer out of my hand, and took a sip.

    After running for couple hours, I anchored in seventy feet of

    water about twenty miles offshore. Within a half hour, it was so hot
    I thought my balls were going to audition for the Swamp Thing reboot.
    Lorna was lying face up on the bow of the boat wearing a pair of
    sunglasses.

    I suggested we go swimming and Lorna jumped in the water without

    hesitation. We swam around for a while when I noticed the sky was
    turning dark. I'd been so focused on my best friend's daughter's
    buoyant blubber bouncers that I'd stopped paying attention to the
    clouds that had been forming on the horizon.

    By the time we were back in the boat, the weather started getting

    rough. There was a massive thundercloud rapidly heading toward us and
    lightning was starting to pop around the boat.

    There was no way we could get back to the marina before the storm

    hit so I aimed the bow at a small island about two miles to the east
    and pushed hard on the throttle.

    We were heading in the same direction as the wind, which caused

    the boat to launch off the backside of the waves. Lorna was standing
    right next to me, her tits bouncing so hard that they fell entirely
    out of her bikini top. She was using both hands to keep steady, so
    there was no way she could stuff them back in or cover them up.

    Fuck me in the ass! Thank you, Jesus!

    The air had cooled considerably because of the storm and Lorna's

    wet nipples were rock-hard. Usually, massive marangos come adorned
    with tiny nipples but Lorna's high beams were just as brilliant as
    her headlights.

    Mesmerized by the most deliciously decadent pair of teenage

    torpedoes I'd ever seen with my naked eyes, the log in my pants
    started to grow. Unfortunately, the teenage triple-D distraction to
    my left prevented me from seeing see the real-life log in the water.

    There was a hard thump against the hull and the engine suddenly

    stopped. My tiny ship was tossed and began bobbing in the waves. When
    my boat started listing to port, I knew we were in trouble. Before I
    could radio for help or grab either of our phones, the entire console
    was underwater.





    Rain started coming down in sheets. Fortunately, the island was

    only a little more than a hundred yards away.

    Tossing Lorna a life preserver, I said, "Well, we are going

    to have to swim for the island. Are you a good swimmer?"

    Lorna, who didn't seem worried at all said, "I was on my high

    school girls swim team."

    By the time we reached the island my boat was gone, and all that

    was left was some flotsam floating in the water. Fortunately, I had
    good insurance. The rain was still coming down pretty hard but clear
    skies were on the horizon.

    Lorna and I sat under a stand of palm trees. Her bikini top met

    the same fate as my boat. Lorna had her arms wrapped around herself
    to keep warm, but she was still shivering. Had I been wearing a
    shirt, I would have offered it to her.

    It suddenly dawned on me that nobody knew where we were. Still, I

    figured we would be able to wave down a passing boat and get a ride
    back to the marina once the weather improved.

    Being the gentleman I am, I said, "You okay, Lorna? That was

    quite an adventure."

    Lorna half smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little

    cold is all."

    I took a quick look around to see if there was anything that could

    be of use. It didn't take long because the entire island was no
    bigger than a football field.

    Fortunately, she brought along two
    fleshy floatation devices.

    Fuck me in the ass! No phone, no lights, no motorcar. Not a

    single luxury!

    All I managed to find was an old rusty crab trap, a shoe, and some

    broken beer bottles. Walking back toward Lorna, I spotted the butt
    end of a lighter poking out of a pile of seaweed. Shockingly, it
    worked, even though the metal parts were a bit rusty.

    The rain stopped, and after gathering some driftwood, I made a

    small fire on the beach to keep warm. Lorna thanked me profusely, but
    I should have thanked her because she stretched out her arms to warm
    her hands, which meant her magnificent coconuts were back on full
    display.

    We struck up a conversation and Lorna told me about her

    domineering mother and how she wouldn't let her move out into a dorm
    because Peggy was afraid her daughter would make "poor life
    choices."

    She added, "My mother doesn't know a lot of things about me."

    I said, "Look, I'm not the best guy to give a teenager advice

    but you need to move out and start living your own life. Your mom may
    say she has it all figured out but none of us adults have any idea
    what we're fucking doing."

    It was the closest I'd ever come to being philosophical.

    About an hour later, I noticed my cooler floating in the ocean

    only 50 feet from shore. I swam out to retrieve it. We shar

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  • Fucking the Feminism Out
    Fucking the Feminism Out.
    I fuck the feminism out of my nephew. And got a
    reward.

    Based on a post by DangerHunt69.

    Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    I should have never let my nephew go off to college. They poisoned

    his mind with their talk of women's equality, which was really a
    claim of women being identical, if not superior to men.

    Now I hardly recognize him. I didn't notice it at first, but after

    two years in college its become obvious. Raising our nephew since he
    was 5, his uncle and I taught him that it was a woman's role to keep
    the home while her man provided for her, and kept her happy. I wonder
    how long until he turns his back on his faith, too? I need to do
    something.

    "Marge! You want to fuck Robert? Why the hell would you think

    that's a good idea?" My husband asked, more stunned than angry.

    "Eugene, He needs to be shown that it's a woman's submissive

    role; to assist and submit to her man, not the other way around."
    I argued.

    "I mean, yeah; but this seems pretty fucking drastic. He's my

    late sister's son?" Eugene was confused.

    "You'd rather our nephew becomes a pussy-whipped liberal?

    Fuck, the way he was talking last night, I think he already is!"

    "And your solution is that having sex with him, is somehow

    going to fix all that? Darling, I'm not so sure your solution is
    wise."

    "All he needs is an intense role-modeling. A traditional

    woman providing submissive pussy on a consistent basis; and the
    example of a lady cooking, cleaning, and encouraging him every day,
    so he'll get used to it! Once he sees the value and harmony of a
    woman to care for him well, we'll have rescued him from a lonely life
    of submission to hostile dominant women!"

    "And I'm just suppose to stand by and let you fuck our

    nephew? Is that fair to me?"

    "Fair? You want to be fair? How many affairs have you had,

    Eugene? How many times have I come home with bags of groceries; to
    find a slut in our bed?"

    "I already gone to confession. Admitted my sins to the lord.

    I've been forgiven! But have you really forgiven me, Marge?"

    "Too many times, Eugene; too many times. You're going to let

    me show my nephew a woman's place is in the kitchen, and on her back.
    Caring for her man, and caring for his babies. You've fucked a
    half-dozen whores, at least. And for your own pleasure. I'm doing
    this to save our nephew's soul."

    "And if I don't agree?" Eugene challenged.

    "Then I'm gonna tell those women's husbands what you've done.

    Not just the priest this time."

    "Whatever. Fine, just don't do it with Robert when I'm in the

    house."

    Toxic With Testosterone.

    The issue first came up when I was

    reading some of his lecture notes, from a summer semester class. He
    had to retake a sociology class.

    Eugene and I were paying crazy high

    tuition for these feminists to poison young people with their
    militant feminist nonsense.

    I started my quest to save my nephew

    with simple dialogue and reason. Here's how it started.

    A Dinner Plan.

    One day while my nephew was out working his summer job I made a

    three course Italian meal. While the lasagna was slowly cooking in
    the oven, my nephew came home and wandered into the kitchen. I was
    preparing the cannolis.

    "Looks good, Aunt Marge. I remember when I was little, Mom

    made some at Easter! I haven't had her treats since she and dad got
    in the highway accident. Need some help?"

    "No, my sweet handsome man. Why don't you sit down and I'll

    get you a beer? The baseball game's starting soon."

    "Eh, I'm not really much of a baseball guy. I'd much rather

    help you in here."

    "Rob, my darling, a good woman's place is managing the

    kitchen. You should have some relaxation. You worked really hard,
    today!"

    "But I"

    "Please, I insist."

    "Okay auntie." My nephew said, giving me a kiss on the

    cheek before leaving to sit with his uncle in the living room.

    Good. That's a good small start. I thought to myself. But how am I

    going to escalate this; If this is going to work. I'm going to have
    to convince him to have sex with me, eventually.

    A few hours later, the four of us sat down at the table and had

    dinner. Kim, my niece, was picky and only ate half of what I cooked
    (as usual) and excused herself by the time the dessert came out.

    "I made cannolis! I hope everyone likes them, I made them

    with love."

    "They look really good, aunt Marge!" My nephew said

    moments before happily scarfing his down.

    "I bet at college, you're used to making the girls into a

    different kind of cannoli made with love!"

    "Marge, please! I'm trying to eat!" My cheating lecher

    of a husband belted, with half a cannoli in his mouth.

    "Ha ha ha, well, you know." My nephew's face turned red.

    "Know what?" I inquired.

    "Gotta use protection, if you do get to; and continually ask

    for her consent. No cannolis here." He was clearly
    uncomfortable.

    So he was using condoms? Back in my day, men didn't bother with

    that sort of thing. If I was going to turn my nephew into a real man,
    I was going to need to do something about that.



    The next day, or the next night, rather; my nephew, niece and I;

    sat down to watch a movie. Who the fuck knows where my faithful
    husband was, probably out whoring again.

    I deliberately picked out the steamiest movie I could think of

    while still maintaining plausible deniability. It was no Backdoor
    Sluts Nine, but I figured Red Mother (or whatever the fuck it was
    called) would be spicy enough, based on the IMDB parents guide. While
    watching the movie I made sure to make a few choice comments.

    "Wow, Jennifer Lawrence sure has some nice tits, huh?"

    "Sure." Kim half questioned my comment.

    "Yeah, they're nice." Rob finally acknowledged.

    "Yeah, mine used to be just like that too. But they're still

    perky. Do you see any nice racks like that at college, Rob?"

    "Aunt Marge! Gross." Kim blurted, then walked away.

    "Ha ha ha; um maybe?

    "What are you, gay?" I blurted out.

    I got scolded by a female professor for what she called 'ogling'.

    They made me go to a lecture on how to look only at a woman's face,
    actually."

    “You're not allowed to observe women's bodies?” I was

    stunned.

    "No, I just think that women deserve respect, and are more

    than just their bodies."

    “So you're mandated re-education dictates that you not

    notice their bodies. Pretend they're not even a body?”

    “Sort of.” Rob confirmed.

    Well that was a total failure! I thought to myself. I needed to

    find another way, a pressure point. It sure doesn't sound like he's
    getting laid, if you ask me. Maybe if I dress more provocatively, I
    can get to him that way. Then once he's in my bed, he'll be more
    pliable and fall under my traditional influence? I'll have to fuck
    the feminism out of him.

    That's when I invoked my final strategy. Eugene whined about it

    and finally consented when I made reference to his own unorthodoxy.

    I spent the next weekend picking out new clothes at the mall. Not

    just lingerie and skimpy underwear, but tank tops and booty shorts
    too. This needed to be a slow burn, like boiling a frog. I did buy a
    pink G-string though, that I would wear once it happened. In fact,
    most of what I bought was red, white, pink, or purple. I feel like
    those are the submissive feminine colors.

    Twice that week, Eugene came in late, with pussy smell on his cock

    and underwear. That settled my resolve to move forward and make young
    Robert into a good man. A masculine man.

    After my little shopping spree, I started to wear dixie shorts and

    a tank top around the house. Rob never said anything, but I've
    noticed that his gaze tends to linger longer now. Which is good! I
    need him to start seeing me as a sex object, rather than his mother.
    After a brainstorming session, I decided on my next move! I would
    take on topless sunbathing as a hobby and request an oil massage. It
    was just sensual enough to move the needle, but not enough to seem
    inappropriate. It's all about plausible deniability!

    I bought a chaise lounge chair and started to sunbathe in our

    fenced in backyard. I timed my sunbathing so that I would be outside
    when my nephew came home from his part-time summer job. Being the
    good boy that he is, he'd come outback to talk to me and tell me
    about his day. The first day I just let him notice that I was laying
    on my stomach, without a top. But the second day I made my move.

    "Oh good, you're back!" I said, flipping my sunglasses

    up to peer at my handsome nephew.

    "Yeah, they only scheduled me for four hours today, so things

    were pretty light and easy."

    "Well that's good!" I paused for a second. "Hey,

    could you do me a favor?"

    "Sure, what is it?"

    "I think I'm starting to burn up again, could you reapply my

    tanning lotion?" I said, pointing forward to the bottle.

    "Um, sure!"

    My nephew then grabbed the bottle and squirted a little on his

    hand to rub on my back. God, I can't wait until he's squirting on my
    back. He then rubbed the lotion up and down against my naked back.

    "Hey, don't forget to get my sides, okay? and don't be shy."

    I had him right where I wanted him. For an Italian woman, my tits

    are actually pretty big. So while he was rubbing my back I knew that
    he could see the sides of my boobs bulging out from underneath me.
    Now that he's rubbing my sides, I can feel his hands getting
    dangerously close to his auntie's cantaloupes. It felt so good having
    him rubbing me.

    I wanted to moan. But not yet. I can't ruin things. This was good

    enough for now, but next time I'll be escalating things. Can't go to
    fast, too soon.

    "That's good! Thank you Rob." I said, smiling. Just

    knowing I'd left him wanting more.



    A couple days passed and my nephew and I were back in the same

    situation we had found ourselves in before, only this time I would
    take things one step further. Things started off with me asking him
    again, after he got home from work; and then him rubbing my back
    again, only this time once he was done, I turned over.

    "Oh gosh, sorry!" He trembled.

    "No, it's okay! You can look, they're just boobs."

    He turned to look in the other direction. "I'm sorry."

    "It's okay, Darling!" I laughed. "I actually have a

    little bit of a request."

    "What?"

    "You see, auntie's felt a little insecure since she turned 40

    last year, and well; I kinda want you to take a look at my tits and
    tell me what you think."

    "What?"

    "It's okay!” I said as I sat up and adjusted the

    backrest to support my back. “I just know that you've probably
    been seeing some boobs in college, and I just want to know how I
    stack up is all! I wanna know if auntie's still got it!"

    "I don't know if that's okay."

    "It is okay! I'm telling you it's okay!"

    "Are you sure?" My nephew started to turn his head in my

    direction.

    "Positive. If a woman says it's okay, then you shouldn't

    insult her."

    Rob then took a full look at me, topless in all my glory. I must

    admit, I told a lie. Even though I'm forty and perhaps had a wrinkle
    or two from all the time I spent out in the sun; not a centimeter of
    sag in sight.

    "They look, um good. Very nice!"

    "Oh, you think so?" I said cheerfully, feigning as if

    that had lifted my spirits.

    "Yeah! They look good. I like, I like, um;"

    "It's okay!" I reassured my nephew. "You can tell

    me how you really feel."

    "Well I like how your nipples look, they're all cute and

    small, but they pop out like big pencil erasers."

    "Thanks! Aw you're so sweet!"

    I then got up and gave my nephew a hug, squeezing my bare tits

    against his muscular chest.

    "So I stack up pretty good against those little sluts you're

    banging in college?"

    "Haha I wouldn't put it like that! I didn't bang anyone.

    They've just taken control of their sexuality is all.”

    “You've been with a girl, but not in her?” I inquired.

    Well they change their mind after I, um; go down on them. They get

    tremors and pant and scream, but after that they say they need to
    rest, and tell me to leave.” Rob explained.

    “Selfish Feminist assholes!” I blurted out. “Don't

    ever let a woman be that selfish, Rob. Find a woman who wants you to
    be pleased. Then please her so she'll be wanting to please you even
    more. Now, tell me, are my tit's nice and big for you?”

    But yes, your boobs are just as nice as theirs. Maybe actually

    larger."

    "They're really firm too, wanna feel em'?"

    "Um, sure! Might as well."

    Rob then gave a full squeeze to one of my big melons. "Go

    ahead! And don't forget the other one too! She's lonely." It
    felt so nice to have a man enjoying my body again.

    "But going back to what I was saying, any woman that lets a

    man touch her, or inside of her before marriage is a slut. I know
    what it's like to be a young woman and to have a little coochie that
    you just want to shove everything inside of. But trust me, those
    women are hoes. Those women just use equal rights and all that silly
    stuff, as an excuse to be little skanks and sleep around."

    "I disagree." Rob said, letting go of my tit. "I

    think that for a long time women have been shamed for having the
    exact same natural bodily urges as men. Yet somehow when a man does
    it, its okay?"

    "Men can't get pregnant darling. Women have a higher

    responsibility than men."

    "Well with birth control and stuff, it's not like women are

    randomly getting pregnant either."

    "You poor, poor thing. You've never experienced real sex

    until you've done it the way god intended it. No barriers and no
    hormones. If a woman can't get pregnant, it pales in comparison to
    real, bare sex. What those little college sluts are doing, is just
    humping."

    "Ew ew, okay gross. And they're not sluts, they're women."

    Maybe egging him on was working? Maybe this was how I would get

    him in my bed.

    "No woman who respects herself would let a man do that to her

    without a guarantee from that man, that he'd support her."

    "They don't 'let me' do it to them!"

    "Oh they don't, do they?" I showed sensitivity for his

    sexual frustration.

    "This is embarrassing,” Rob blurted out. “I'm

    done talking about this!"

    Rob then stormed off and went side the house while I grabbed my

    bikini top to cover myself. I forgot I had been arguing topless this
    whole time, my tits just swaying in the wind. Maybe egging him on
    wouldn't be good enough. I needed something extra to make him warm up
    to the idea, comfort him. My nephew has too many inhibitions.



    Another week past; and after thinking it over, I've figured out

    the best path forward. My friend, Lucy had to get rid of her
    husband's Viagra, when he had to seek emergency medical help for a
    boner that wouldn't deflate. I asked her to let me have it. Little
    did she know that my lying husband was getting it up for every pussy
    who'd let him.

    I cook most of my nephew's meals already, so I figured if I

    started making every single one of his evening meals and slipping
    Viagra into his water or wine, that his auntie would start seeming a
    lot more helpful now. I'd always heard people say, "The best
    pussy, is the closest pussy."

    Meanwhile, I would start to dress even more scantily. Goodbye

    dixie shorts and tank tops and hello satin robe, bra, and panties!
    Walking around the house in my undies wasn't really something I was
    used to, but I mean it's not like my nephew could really get too
    upset with me for it. After all, its "my body" right? If I
    want my ass and tits in my nephew's face, that's my right!

    The Viagra plan was working a bit too well. Every evening I would

    make him dinner, and then parade around the house all sexy while he
    sported a major erection in the living room, while watching TV
    together.

    Eventually, after a while; he would excuse himself, presumably to

    masturbate. He was only 20, so it's not like it wasn't already super
    easy for him to get hard, but I needed him to associate auntie with
    his dick getting hard.

    Gosh, now that I think of it, I was Rob's age, 20, when Eugene's

    sister had him. Crazy how time flies. And God what a big cock, Rob's
    looks to be! I had no idea my nephew had such a fucking huge sausage
    in his pants. Mind you, I can only see it in his shorts, but based on
    the outline of the thing, he must be at least 8 inches!

    Funny enough, my niece, Kim; didn't seem to bothered by my new

    choice of wardrobe. She asked me once about it, and I just said it
    was "more freeing" and she totally bought it. Maybe she'll
    start doing the same, who knows.

    That night, Eugene came home late, his breath smelling of whiskey,

    but his cock smelling like strange pussy, again.

    Eventually the day came and I was nervous. I needed this to go

    well. At dinner, after Rob finished his first glass of wine, I handed
    him a second without even asking; but he downed the whole thing just
    the same. Good. I thought. I needed him to let go of his inhibitions,
    with a little bit of dissolved Viagra to help, of course. Not that
    Rob can't perform. I've cleaned up enough cum on his bed to know he's
    capable. But I need him capable for multiple loads of cum, tonight.
    One day he's going to just see women as eager to have her man to put
    his cock in her often, and cook for him; and that transformation
    starts today.

    After dinner, the whole family, except my husband; who "went

    out drinking with his friends", sat down to watch a movie. After
    maybe 30 minutes, little Kim got bored and left, leaving just Rob and
    me.

    I looked over and could see him squirming.

    "Be back in just a minute!" I said, excusing myself.

    I then slipped into my room for a quick wardrobe change. I threw

    off my low-cut top that was showing off plenty of cleavage and my
    short shorts to change into a matching lacy set. A lacy pink thong
    and bra.

    When I returned, I could see him on the couch closely paying

    attention to the movie. I sat next to him on the couch, to his left.

    See, I didn't pick just any movie. I chose the hottest, most

    unexpectedly steamy movie of all time: Back to the Future! I know, I
    know it doesn't technically have a sex scene; but before a key scene
    came up, I asked Marty to hand me the remote, sitting on the coffee
    table. He reached, then handed it to me, but now my right arm was
    around his shoulder. I turned up the volume just in time when Marty
    McFly gets in the car with his mom and she kisses him. That makes me
    feel so horny, I can feel myself starting to get wet.

    I slipped my left hand down into my undies and sure enough, I am.

    With my nephew in one hand and my pussy in the other, I start to play
    with my clit. Slowly at first, so slowly I don't think he noticed,
    then I started flicking a bit faster.

    By this time Rob definitely noticed me playing with myself but

    with my arm around him, I wasn't going to let him escape.

    "You know honey, I haven't been dressing like this just for

    myself. I want your approval.

    "Huh? You want my, approval?"

    "Every woman wants a man's approval. And for me, that man is

    you."

    "I don't understand."

    "I just want you to think I'm a 'cool aunt'. I can be a cool

    girl for you."

    "You're my aunt. You're not a girl. And you're cool the way

    you are."

    "I'm a woman, yes, but women were made for men. And I was

    made to be a woman, for you."

    "What about uncle?" He let out the loudest whisper I'd

    ever heard.

    "Your uncle is a struggling with sin. He's been player. He

    doesn't love me enough, anymore. And I need to be loved. I'm sure you
    understand. Every woman needs a man to love her."

    "Okay. But me?"

    "You're the only other

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  • Cabin Cousins: Part 6
    Cabin Cousins: Part 6
    Saying Goodbye; for now.

    Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.



    Chapter Twenty.

    On the drive home, I felt good, like really good. I felt

    like things were actually going to start changing for the better. Reveling in
    this feeling, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I stopped my car in a
    random parking lot and pulled out my phone.

    One of the guys that I used to work with, Carl, liked to go

    to this little bar in Superior to hang out with friends and have a few drinks.
    There was a whole group of guys from work that would go regularly, but Carl was
    the only one who never stopped asking. For one reason or another, I never took
    him up on it, and I haven't seen any of them since I stopped being able to go
    to work.

    He answered after a few rings.

    "Hi, it's Charles, from work."

    "Charles? Hey buddy! How are you doing?"

    He sounded happy to hear from me.

    "Oh, I've been hanging in there. How's the store since

    I left?" At the time of the accident, I was the yard manager
    at the same store I had worked at since I moved to Duluth. It didn't pay a lot
    of money, but it was enough to get by, and I liked the job. I still felt bad
    about how I left. As the years went on and my depression spiraled downwards, it
    had become too hard to mask. My job performance was terrible, and people began
    to ask questions I didn't want to face the answers to. One day I scheduled
    myself to take all my vacation days, and then with that in the system, I put in
    my two weeks' notice. I never went back.

    "They made me assistant store manager if you'll believe

    that," Carl said. "Still a lot of the same faces around here. All the
    young kids come and go. You know how it is."

    "Yeah." I chuckled. In a store like that, you

    could count on about half of the employees to be lifers. They'd never leave.
    The other half seemed to be a completely different mix of people every couple
    of months.

    "So, what's up?" Carl asked.

    I could hear the store's advertising jingle blaring over the

    loudspeakers in the background.

    "Do you and the guys still go to that bar in

    Superior?" There it was. I said it. Now if he says yes, I'll have to ask if
    I can go, and then I'll have to go.

    "Yeah! But it's usually just me and Matt. Brian got

    married, and his wife has him on a short leash. Joe goes to AA. The other guys,
    just kinda stopped going for one reason or another. Tonight is the night we
    usually go."

    "Mind if I come with?" I asked.

    "Of course, man! We're going to leave here at about

    six."

    "Cool, I'll see you there."

    "Looking forward to it. It'll be good to see you again."

    And now the awkwardness of ending a phone call. I've heard

    that it's a Midwestern thing, but everyone seems to do it better than I do.
    "Okay, bye."

    "Bye."

    I went home, set out some clean clothes, and got in the

    shower. Sometimes I forget how good it feels to be clean. But then, I knew
    exactly why it was often too hard to motivate myself to get into the shower.
    The shower brought memories of Melissa and the possibility of pain. I stood
    still, letting the near-scalding water cascade over me. The fruity scent of the
    same brand of body wash Melissa had during our first shower together was
    strong, and I remembered.

    I closed my eyes and started my breathing exercise with a

    deep slow inhale. Melissa's hands scrubbed my lower back and slid down
    to squeeze my ass. Breathe out, the pain and hurt waft away like steam
    in the shower. My fingers follow the lines of her muscles and up her
    inner thigh, she looks at me with serene contentment. Breathe
    in. She turns, arches her back, and sighs as I enter her from behind. Breathe
    out, the pain is gone, and there is only joy. She moans as my soapy
    hands cup her firm tits, holding her tight against me as we make love. Breathe
    in. I gasp and hold my breath as we both climax. Breathe out.

    I catch my breath and look down, my hand was still grasping

    my quickly softening manhood, and the oozing result of my orgasm was slowly
    washed into the drain. I finished cleaning up, turned the water off, and
    stepped out of the shower.

    I looked at myself in the mirror as I toweled dry. It had

    been quite a while since I had exercised, or gone to the gym, but I still had a
    good amount of muscle on me. Granted, a bit more flab than I liked, especially
    on my belly, but overall I still liked the way I looked. Melissa liked the way
    I looked too. I patted my belly, and there was a slight jiggle. I really should
    work out again, I thought. When was the last time I went for a run? I couldn't
    remember.

    My eyes strayed from my body to my face. I was still

    slightly pink from the hot water. I studied the slight age lines beginning to
    appear around my eyes and noticed that I seemed to have a larger forehead than
    I used to. When did I start losing my hair?

    I put my hands on the edge of the sink and leaned close to

    the mirror. It's a strange thing, looking yourself in the eyes. Despite how
    good I felt at the moment, all I could see was the pain deep inside. I knew it
    hadn't always been there, and obviously, I knew when it started. What bothered
    me was, I couldn't remember what it was like to not have this pain. I could
    remember every little detail about Melissa, her face, her body, the
    conversations we had, the things we did together, everything. But if I focus on
    just me... I can remember being a skinny awkward teenager falling in love and
    beginning a perfect life, then this, an aging man being crushed by the weight
    of a tragedy. Every memory between, of what it was to be me, was just gone.
    Lost to the gray. At the same time, I knew that this person staring back at me
    in the mirror wasn't me. Once, I was happy. Once I was me, whoever
    that was. Would I ever get me back, or did I just have to come
    to grips with the fact that I was now a completely different person?

    In heavy contemplation, I got dressed. I put on a faded Iron

    Maiden concert tee, a token from the time Melissa and I had driven to Sioux
    Falls, South Dakota to see them perform, and some blue jeans that seemed
    tighter around the waist than I remembered.

    I checked my bank balance and determined that If I was going

    to have drinks at the bar with Carl, I had better eat at home beforehand. I had
    a cup of ramen noodles, and cut slices off of a brick of cheddar cheese, as I
    wasted time watching random crap on YouTube.

    Finally, it was five thirty and time to go. Well really, I

    didn't need to hurry, as it was only a five-minute drive across the bridge to
    Superior, but there was no way I was going to be late.

    I parked behind the bar and didn't see any vehicles I recognized.

    I listened to the radio for a little while, then at ten to six, I got out of
    the car. The hard part is done. I'm here.

    I walked in and scanned the place for Carl. I know he had

    said he was leaving work at six, but I didn't want to miss him by mistake if he
    was early for some reason. Not seeing him or anyone else I knew, I took a seat
    at the end of the bar. The place wasn't very busy at all, with maybe a dozen
    people spread out throughout the whole place. A red-haired waitress came and
    took my order for a Grainbelt beer, and I watched her go to the cooler to get
    the bottle. She was cute, if a little thick around the middle, and when she
    handed me the beer, she flashed me the smile of experienced waitresses
    everywhere. The kind of smile that says, "I'll be sweet, and yes, maybe
    even flirt with you a little, but this is my job and you better not take it as
    more than a professional courtesy". I respected that. Good bartenders were
    hard to come by, and this one seemed proficient so far.

    I sipped my beer, and surreptitiously watched the other

    patrons. There was the same general mix of people you see in bars like this on
    a Tuesday evening. A few older couples, quietly enjoying dinner and a glass of
    wine, a fifty-year-old high school prom queen and her steroid-pumped boyfriend,
    slamming cheap beer, faces wind burned from riding a Harley all day, a table of
    college frat boy types laughing too loudly at offensive jokes, you know the
    kind of place.

    I faced the bar again, and in the mirror, I could see that

    one person was sitting alone at the table right behind me. She was facing away
    from me and seemed engrossed in something on her phone. She was wearing a
    maroon sweatshirt and had bushy dark brown hair that immediately reminded me of
    a young Hermione Granger.

    I watched her in the mirror, not being a creep, just out of

    curiosity and that I had nothing else to do while I waited for Carl. She never
    turned or sat up straight, just stayed on her phone, occasionally typing
    furiously.

    After a while, I looked at the time on my phone. It was

    twenty after six, Carl should have been here already. I ordered another beer
    from Cassie, the bartender, and gave him ten more minutes.

    I called Carl, and it took four or five rings for him to

    pick up.

    "Hey dude," Carl said right away. "I am so

    sorry. I have a big issue I've got to manage here."

    I could hear people talking loudly in the background and the

    beep of a forklift.

    "Hey," I said. "What's up?"

    "One of the kids knocked over a shelving unit in the

    garden center, and they all collapsed like dominoes. It's a big fucking
    mess." There was a scuffing noise as he held his phone aside and yelled at
    someone. "Don't bother saving that stuff, it's all junk now. Scan it, then
    throw it in the dumpster!" His voice became clear again. "I don't
    remember being this stupid when I was that age, do you?"

    "No, not really. So, are you going to be late

    or..." I asked, starting to feel a little dumb for getting my hopes up for
    a fun evening with old friends.

    "Sorry, man, this is going to be an all-nighter."

    "Oh, okay," I said, feeling like I just got

    punched in the gut.

    "Take a rain check for next week? The first round is on

    me."

    "Yeah, that's okay. Next week it is." I couldn't

    believe it. I got myself so excited to do normal people things with normal
    people, and this happened. I don't know why I bothered.

    "Alright man, gotta go." Before Carl ended the

    call, I could hear him start to yell. "Careful! If you knock that over
    too, I'm gonna"

    As I stared at my phone, not knowing what I should think or

    do, I heard a voice to my right. It was the woman with the brown hair.

    "You get stood up too?"

    I glanced at her. She was standing at the bar a few spots

    down from me, waving her empty glass at the bartender.

    "Huh? Yeah."

    "Sorry for eavesdropping. So what was her excuse?"

    In the corner of my eye, I could see the waitress return

    with a full glass. The girl took a drink right away. It was something creamy,
    Bailey's maybe.

    "Problems at work." I didn't mention that the

    'her' was a 'him'. As secure enough in my sexuality as I was, straight guys
    just didn't say things that could give a woman mixed signals.

    "Typical." She took another long pull off her

    drink. "This is the third date in a row that has left me sitting. I take
    the time to get ready and then sit here waiting. I've got homework I could be
    doing." She sighed. "I don't know why I bothered."

    "Right." Her last words had struck a chord with my

    thoughts, and I turned to face her.

    Our eyes met, and the world stopped. We stared at each

    other, each of us with furrowing brows. My heart began to race, and I felt like
    I just got a shot of adrenaline.

    Slowly, she set down her drink, and I set down my phone, but

    our eyes remained locked.

    Eventually, she whispered. "I know you..."

    My throat was dry, and I struggled to get enough air to

    respond. "I don't think we've met..."

    She was pretty, and younger than I had expected. There was

    something strikingly familiar about her, but I knew I had never met this person
    before, and probably hadn't ever seen her. Her maroon sweatshirt had the big yellow
    UMD (University of Minnesota, Duluth) logo on it. There was something in her
    eyes, her icy blue eyes, that told me that I knew this person.

    "Who are you?" She whispered. The confusion on her

    face gave way to a look of fear.

    "Charles," I said woodenly, trying to make some

    sense of what was happening.

    This wasn't like the times you see someone in a crowd that

    looks like someone you know. I knew this person, have always known this person,
    and yet, nothing about her was familiar.

    "What is going on?" She asked, glancing at the

    bartender who was eyeing both of us in turn with raised eyebrows. "You're
    real? You're really real?" Her look of fear gave way to panic. "I've
    got to get out of here. This can't be happening."

    She slowly backed away from me, then turned and fled towards

    the door. I scrambled to put some cash on the bar for my beer, then followed
    after her. When I got outside, she was standing near a car with her head in her
    hands.

    She looked up at my approach. "Don't come any

    closer." She warned me.

    "What's going on?" I asked. "How do you know

    me? How do I know you?"

    "You know who I am?" She asked, hand on her car

    door, ready to flee.

    "When I saw you, I felt like I've known you my entire

    life, but I've never seen you before." I shook my head, more confused than
    ever in my forty-two years.

    "Well, I know you, Charles Larson."

    "How do you know my last name?" I asked, taken

    aback. I was pretty sure I hadn't said it at all earlier.

    "If you're really you, then I know everything about

    you." Her fear was transforming into anger, and she was almost shouting
    now.

    "How?"

    "Because I dream about you every night! My first

    memories are dreams about you! I close my eyes, and I see your face! I see your
    life! Every day, every night!" She was holding her head again and had
    started pacing side to side next to her car. "Oh my God. All these years,
    all the therapy, all the drugs to get you out of my head, and I find you
    sitting in a dive bar. This can't be real."

    My car was parked next to hers, and she watched me wearily

    as I slowly walked over and sat on the hood.

    "If you're really Charles Larson, tell me about

    yourself." She was looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.

    "I grew up in Minnetonka..." I was confused to the

    point of being numb, so I just started talking. I told her about my family,
    where I went to school, everything up to just before I fell in love with
    Melissa.

    Her face was pale, but she had stopped pacing and was just

    staring at me. "What was her name?"

    I looked at her sharply, surprised by the question.

    "Your second cousin, the one you married."

    Shocked, I replied. "Melissa."

    She took a tentative step towards me. "The two of you

    lived in a tiny apartment off of Grand Ave." She stepped closer. "You
    lived there together for fifteen years until..." She was right next to me
    now, and she picked up my right hand, turning it over to see the backside. She
    traced a finger down the scar that ran lengthwise behind my index finger.
    "Someone at your work dropped a piece of metal gutter, and the end sliced
    your hand open. It bled and bled, and you had to go get it stitched up."

    "How do you know these things?" I asked with

    something I could only describe as awe.

    "Because I saw it happen. I was there, in my

    dreams."

    "I feel that we are connected somehow, but, I don't

    even know who you are."

    She shifted her hands and grasped mine in a handshake. She

    looked at me with a shy smile. "I'm Kate Winters, and I've been waiting to
    meet you my whole life."

    Chapter Twenty-one.

    "You're older than I thought you would be."

    Kate was eyeing me from across the table. We had gone back

    into the bar and had taken a booth near the back. The frat boys were gone, and
    there was no one else nearby.

    "How old do you think I should be?" I asked, head

    still spinning.

    "When I was growing up, every dream was different. The

    time wasn't the same, the days weren't one-for-one. You were getting older
    faster than I was. For the last couple of years though, I've had the same
    dream. It's the same scene every night." She looked at me with empathy,
    expecting that I wasn't going to like what she was saying. "You were
    thirty-three, and it was nine years ago."

    A wave of non-specific dread washed over me. "What

    scene, What dream are you having over and over?"

    I already knew what she was going to say, and I didn't want

    to hear it.

    Kate closed her eyes. "We are in your truck, we had

    just been at the movie theater. You were telling me how you never liked Matt
    Damon, but in this movie, he was pretty good. Then,”

    "Stop," I said, probably a little too forcibly.

    "I'm sorry." Her eyes were glistening with tears.

    We sat in silence for a long time, each wrestling with our

    thoughts.

    Finally, I asked. "You said I was speaking to you?"

    She sniffed and nodded. "When the two of you were

    apart, it was kind of a third-person view, like watching a movie. But whenever
    you were with her, I saw you through her eyes. I felt what she felt, I thought
    what she thought. I think,” She looked at me apprehensively. "When the
    dreams started, it was the summer she figured out that she loved you. I was
    five and didn't really understand what I was seeing. I started using bigger
    words, and acting like I was thirteen because you two were thirteen."

    My thoughts swirled like a hurricane around that night nine

    years ago. There was the crash, and my truck crumpled up like a beer can. I was
    dazed, and there was glass in my eyes. I struggled to reach Melissa. The door
    had crumpled in and crushed her into the seat, into the tight space between
    what had been the dashboard and the back of the cab. Her eyes opened as I
    touched her cheek. She tried to speak, but no noise came out. Her mouth kept
    moving until suddenly she went still. Her heart stopped, and the spark of life
    left her eyes. My love, my life, was gone.

    Tears were streaming down my face, but somehow I had the

    composure to speak. "If you thought what she thought, did she blame
    me?" One thing that I had thought I had come to a resolution on, was the
    thought that the accident was my fault, that; had I not been looking at her at
    that moment, I might have been able to avoid the other car.

    Kate was crying too. "Of course not. You know what she

    was trying to say?" She reached across the table and held my hands tight
    in hers. "She was saying "I love you" over and over. She knew
    she was dying, and her only thought was that you would be alone."

    Still holding Kate's hands, I buried my face into my arm and

    cried hard, shuddering with every sob.

    I don't know how long I cried. At some point, I heard the

    waitress come by, and Kate whispered "We're okay."

    I felt Kate start running a hand through my hair, massaging

    my head. Exactly how Melissa used to. It felt good, but it also felt wrong. It
    wasn't Melissa's hand, It was Kate's. She was some random college girl I had
    never met, and I was plenty old enough to be her father. At the same time
    though, some part of me, deep down, was screaming that this was Melissa.

    I raised my head from my arm and looked at Kate. I felt no

    apprehension or shame in meeting her eyes, eyes that were so much like
    Melissa's. I studied them intently. They weren't just similar, they were
    identical. The patterns of blue were the same, and there was even that tiny
    green speck in the iris of her right eye. No one but me had ever noticed it. As
    insane as it sounds, I swear that I could feel Melissa's soul staring back at
    me through Kate's eyes.

    "So, what now?" I asked.

    "Maybe we should go somewhere more private and figure

    this out," Kate replied, her eyes moving to the people walking into the
    bar.

    "I still live in the same place." I couldn't

    beli

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  • Cabin Cousins: Part 5
    Cabin Cousins: Part 5
    The Gales of November.

    Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.



    "Hmm" Melissa said, her face still buried in the

    pillow.

    She shifted and turned her head, and I moved to her side

    with one arm and a leg still draped over so we could look into each other's
    eyes.

    "Wow. That was..." She sighed.

    "...Wonderful."

    I smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it

    as much as I did."

    She squinted at me. "Are you sure I'm not dreaming, and

    you're just a figment of my imagination?" She said playfully, though I
    could tell there was something serious behind the question.

    "I'm real, and I'm right here, in your bed, and I love

    you."

    She searched my eyes for a moment, rolled onto her side, and

    pulled me in close, kissing me deeply.

    When we stopped kissing to catch our breath, she whispered.

    "It's our bed, and I love you too."

    We held each other in silence for a long while. I knew that

    she had something else to say, but I didn't push her. Eventually, she broke the
    silence.

    "Do you want pancakes? I want pancakes."

    Not exactly the soul-baring statement I was expecting, but

    now that she had said it, by damn I wanted pancakes.

    "I'll help." I had made pancakes exactly once

    before, and it wasn't a complete disaster, so I felt that my inclusion in the
    process wouldn't be too much of a hindrance.

    She got a distant look in her eye, then rolled onto her

    back, and covered her face with her hands with a groan. "I don't have any
    pancake mix."

    She peeked at me through her fingers and we both started

    laughing. I'm not sure why but we both found it hilarious but we roared with
    laughter.

    I playfully pushed her towards the side of the bed.

    "Well, get dressed. I'll take you out for breakfast."

    Still laughing, she got up and opened a dresser drawer.

    Stepping into a pair of light blue panties, she asked. "Are you getting
    dressed too, or are you going to go like that?"

    "I'm thinking about it." I quipped, eyes following

    her every movement.

    I loved watching her move. She had a litheness and grace to

    her. Cat-like? No, that's not quite right. Amazonian? Maybe, but that implies a
    stature and bulk that Melissa didn't have. She was fit, not body builder
    muscular, and she wasn't particularly tall, just shy of my own five foot ten.
    She was perfect, and my eyes couldn't get enough of her. Let's leave it at
    that.

    "You'll give the old ladies at Perkins quite a

    shock." She shot back, still laughing.

    With an exaggerated sigh, I rolled off the bed. "For

    the sake of the old ladies, fine, I'll get dressed."

    Chapter Sixteen.

    The plate clinked as Melissa set down her fork. "Ugh. I

    ate too much, but that really hit the spot."

    She had attacked her "tremendous twelve" meal with

    murderous intent. All that remained was a scrap of crust from a piece of toast,
    and some maple syrup residue on an otherwise clean plate. She had even swiped a
    strip of bacon off of my plate, an act that left fork marks on my brother's
    hands on several occasions.

    I looked at my plate, with its pile of hash browns and a

    third of a stack of pancakes remaining, and set down my fork. "I guess I
    didn't work up as much of an appetite as you, cause I'm stuffed too."

    Melissa looked at me with her special smile and mischievous

    eyes. "Well, you'll have to try harder next time."

    "I need to work out more."

    "I can help with that." She replied, and we both

    giggled, knowing the truth of it.

    "Let's start with a walk."

    We left the Perkins restaurant, and with Melissa navigating,

    we drove north out of Duluth on Hwy 61. We pulled off and parked where a little
    river crossed under the road and spilled through a steep set of rocky rapids to
    Lake Superior below. We hiked down a little trail, and she led me out onto one
    of the big rocks. The scenery was spectacular, and the water rushing past the
    rocks had a hypnotic quality. It hadn't snowed last night, but the wind was
    blowing hard off the lake, and the constant mist from the rapids gave the crisp
    early November air some real bite.

    We sat for a while without speaking. Just two people holding

    hands, taking in the scenery and the roar of the water. There was a Gordon
    Lightfoot song that had something about the gales of November, how did it go?

    "When I left home," Melissa began, just loud

    enough to hear.

    I turned and watched her, careful to hear what she was

    saying over the noise of the rapids. I had been hoping for, and dreading this
    moment, when she decided to get the details of her past out in the open. I
    resolved to not interrupt and to let her tell it at her own pace.

    "This was the first place I went." She continued.

    "I didn't know where to go. I didn't have anywhere to go."

    She sniffed. We were alone but had someone been watching,

    her running nose and the tears on her cheek might have been assumed to have
    been caused by the cold, but I knew differently. I could see the deep down hurt
    that was welling up, and my heart ached. I squeezed her hand, and let her talk.

    "Every night for two weeks, I'd leave school, then go

    up the hill to the mall and sit in the food court to do my homework. When the
    mall closed, I came here, and parked for the night right over there." She
    pointed up to the little parking lot where my truck was. "I'd wake up,
    scrape the snow and frost off the windows, and go to school. I didn't tell
    anyone because then I'd have to explain why I was sleeping in
    a car in February. I had friends, but not close friends, you know? Like, not
    the kind of friends that I could talk to about..." She trailed off and
    wiped her nose on her jacket sleeve.

    "I had been lucky, it hadn't been as cold as it should

    have been, but then one night it got very cold. When I left the mall, I knew if
    I spent the night here again, I could be in serious danger. So I went to the
    laundromat. There was never anyone in there in the middle of the night, so I
    sat at one of the tables and fell asleep. The owner woke me up a couple of
    hours later, yelling at me that I couldn't sleep there, so I got in my car and
    came back here."

    She had been looking at the water as she spoke, but now

    turned and looked at me. I saw the fear and shame these memories invoked. I
    wanted to say something, anything to comfort her, but I knew that I should let
    her say what she needed to say, so I let her continue.

    "When I went to sleep on the back seat, I didn't think

    I was going to ever wake up, and I was okay with that. I didn't care that I was
    going to die. Nobody cared, nobody would miss me. The world would be better off
    without one more stupid girl. Why bother going on?" She looked away from
    me, east towards the vast lake, and her face twisted up in anger. "You
    know, the worst thing, the worst part of all of it, is they made me feel like
    it was all my fault. They had me so twisted up, that I believed that I was the
    cause of everything that happened."

    She turned back to me, the anger fading, leaving just a

    profound sadness. I wiped the tears from her cheek, and she leaned her shoulder
    against me.

    "Did your parents tell you what happened?"

    My throat was dry, and I swallowed hard before replying.

    "They were vague."

    She gave a little smile that was like a sunbeam on a stormy

    day. "I asked your mom and dad not to tell anyone. You're so lucky to have
    them."

    She looked back to the lake and spoke quietly enough that if

    her face had not been right next to mine, I wouldn't have been able to hear
    her. "When I was fifteen, when I started looking more like a woman, and
    less like a little girl, my dad started abusing me. Mom, she was drunk more
    than she was sober. She knew, she had to know, and she didn't do
    anything."

    As the River roared in its ceaseless path to Lake Superior,

    and the cold wind whistled and rattled through the leafless trees, Melissa
    spoke of abuse and divorce, lost jobs and social status, the failing of the
    system to help a girl who was too scared to ask for help and the blame that was
    assigned for all of it.

    "So that night, I remember when the state trooper

    knocked on my window." She gave a brief mirthless huff. "I thought he
    was an angel, with the way his flashlight lit up the frost on the inside of the
    window. I thought I was dead, that it was all over. I felt relieved." She
    shook her head. "The next thing I remember was being in a hospital bed,
    wrapped in electric blankets, and seeing the sunrise through the window. That
    trooper was there. He had stayed with me, way past the end of his shift, just
    to make sure I was alright. Turns out, when they went to my parent's house to
    see what was going on, my dad was out of town, and my mom ended up getting
    arrested for assaulting an officer and having a bunch of heroin. That's why she
    went back to him. Not for me, but for the money to buy her drugs. The trooper
    persuaded me to reach out to my friends. He said that people can be capable of
    unexpected acts of kindness, and I decided to believe him. So I called Ashley.
    We had always gotten along pretty well, and her parents were always super nice
    to me. They let me stay with them, which was really awkward at first. I just
    couldn't believe that a family could be so, so perfect. It was like stepping
    into an old sitcom. Maybe there was a little trouble now and then, but everyone
    loved each other, and it all worked out in the end. It was surreal, but
    eventually, I started believing that it was how families should be. That it was
    right and good, and normal."

    She looked me in the eyes then, and I saw her love burning

    through the hurt.

    "I didn't think that I would ever have that. I thought

    that there was no way I could ever open up and let someone love me, to be me,
    to be normal. Who could want me? Then your parents invited me back to the
    cabin, and I grasped onto a foolish hope that maybe you could. Ever since it's
    just been, It just doesn't seem real. Charles, I know you love me, but I'm
    still so afraid."

    I silenced her with a quick kiss on the lips. I held her

    cold, rosy cheeks in my hands and looked her in the eyes. "None of what
    happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I
    love you, I will always love you. Nothing in the past, present, or future will
    stop me from loving you until the end of time, and when we're both gone from
    this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!"

    Fresh tears streamed down her face, not tears of remembered

    pain, but tears of joyful love. She threw her arms around me and we held each
    other tight. Overhead, a hawk called, adding its little part to the scene of
    wind, water, and young lovers.

    Chapter Seventeen.

    Getting in my truck and leaving Duluth that evening was the

    hardest thing I had ever done. The only thing that gave me the strength to
    leave was the knowledge that it was only temporary. Soon, very soon, I would
    never have to leave her again.

    When I got home, Mom was at the kitchen table reading a

    newspaper. She greeted me with a smile. I had to be very careful with how I was
    going to handle this conversation. I didn't want to lie to my mom, but I also
    didn't want to tell her the whole truth.

    "How was your weekend? I didn't get a call from the

    cops, so it couldn't have been too exciting."

    "I was the cop! We went to a Halloween party dressed as

    the Village People."

    "Fun!" Mom exclaimed, giving me a beaming smile.

    "Yeah, and something else happened. Do you know how I

    can get my employee discount at any store? Well, we stopped at one of the
    stores in Duluth, and I ended up talking with the yard manager. They've been
    having trouble finding someone competent to drive a forklift, and if I
    transferred up there, they'd give me a raise and make me an assistant manager.
    He said I could start working up there in two weeks." All of these
    individual facts were technically true, but it still felt like lying.

    "Good for you! It's great to have in-demand skills.

    That's a long way to drive though."

    "Yeah, it would be like, five hours of driving every

    day."

    "Did you look into getting an apartment up there?"

    Mom folded up the newspaper and gave me her undivided attention.

    "After the school year starts, there's literally

    nothing cheap available."

    "Where would you stay then?" She asked, looking

    concerned.

    "Well, on the way home, I was thinking about who I know

    that lives up there. Rob lives in a dorm, so I couldn't get away with staying there
    long-term. But then I remembered that Melissa lives in Duluth, I could maybe
    call her and see if she wants a roommate." Okay, this last bit was a lie.
    I didn't feel good about it, but it had to be done.

    "Our Melissa? Have you called her yet?"

    "Not yet. I'm pretty sure I have her number in my

    phone."

    "You should figure this out sooner rather than

    later." She looked at the clock. "It's not too late, give her a call
    now."

    I made a show of finding Melissa's number as if I hadn't

    memorized it weeks ago. Melissa and I had rehearsed this moment. I had the
    volume on my phone turned way up, so my mom was sure to hear Melissa's side of
    the conversation too.

    "Hello?" Melissa's angelic voice asked after three

    rings.

    "Hi Melissa, it's Charles."

    "Charles! It's good to hear from you! What's up?"

    "Well, I'm going to be transferring up there for work,

    and I was wondering if you would mind having me as a roommate until I found a
    place of my own." Another necessary lie.

    "Yeah, I guess that would be okay. You're not going to

    find anywhere else to stay until the end of the school year. Even then, I was
    lucky to get this place, this spring."

    "So, you're okay with me staying with you?"

    "Yeah, it'll be fun. Like staying at the cabin, but I

    don't think my landlord would approve of campfires."

    "I'll pay half the rent, and utilities, and

    everything."

    "Naturally," Melissa said. "I was going to

    ask one of my friends if they wanted to move in. Only paying half the rent will
    make saving for school a lot easier."

    "Cool. So, I guess I'll give you a call tomorrow, and

    we can figure out the details?"

    "Yeah, okay."

    "I'm talking with my mom right now, so I should

    probably let you go."

    "Hi Mom!" Melissa yelled.

    "Hi, Melissa," Mom replied, loud enough to be sure

    that the phone picked it up.

    "Talk to you tomorrow, bye!" Melissa said, much

    quieter this time.

    "Bye." I had to be very careful not to reflexively

    say I love you.

    I put my phone away and noticed that my mom was studying me

    with a funny little smile on her face. Then in the most casual tone, she asked.
    "So, does she love you as much as you love her?"

    My heart nearly stopped. I couldn't respond.

    "That was a lovely charade. Unnecessary, but

    lovely."

    I couldn't speak. My brain frantically searched for words

    but found only shocked silence.

    "Oh, honey." She began, in a soothing motherly

    voice. "You're my baby. Did you think I wouldn't know? It was plain to see
    at the cabin that you two are in love. You spent the weekend with her?"

    I forced myself to reply. "Yes," I said, fearing

    that it was all over. I felt like crying.

    "Good," Mom said simply.

    I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom knew about me and

    Melissa, and she was... Happy for me? "So, you're not mad about us?"

    "Oh, Charles. Love is so precious. It doesn't matter

    where you find it, but when you do, you hold on with both hands and never let
    go."

    My tears came then, flowing hard as I released all my

    pent-up fears and anxiety. Mom held me as I cried on her shoulder. She gently
    rubbed my back like she used to do when I was a kid.

    When my crying subsided, she held my shoulders at arm's

    length. "Now, tell me about her."

    I did. In the conversation that followed, I was more honest

    and open about my feelings than I could remember being to anyone other than
    Melissa. I explained how we knew what each other was thinking or feeling, just
    by looking into each other's eyes. I told her how I wanted to improve myself,
    to be a better person for Melissa. And, looking back on it with a touch of
    horror, I did my best to explain the connection I felt with Melissa when we
    made love. Throughout it all, my mother was nothing but caring and
    understanding. After all the fear of this moment, it was surreal. It felt so
    good, so liberating to tell her how I felt about Melissa.

    When I was done, I asked Mom. "Does Dad know?"

    "Oh, I doubt he picked up on it."

    "Are you going to tell him?"

    Of all the people in the family, I was sure that Dad would

    be the least likely to accept. He had always been very traditional. Kind and
    gentle, but with a very strict moral compass.

    "Of course. He's my husband. The way you feel about

    Melissa, I feel about him." She hugged me again. "Don't be ashamed.
    Love her with all your heart, and everything else will work itself out."

    She kissed me on the cheek and told me that she loved me. I

    told her that I loved her too, and said goodnight.

    I went to my bedroom, shut the door, and called Melissa.

    "What's up?" She answered. "I didn't think

    I'd hear from you until tomorrow."

    Deciding to just be direct about it, I said. "My mother

    has officially given us her blessing."

    The line was silent as Melissa processed this. When she

    spoke, I could tell that she was crying.

    "How did she find out?" She asked.

    I recounted the whole conversation.

    "See? I told you your mom was the best."

    "She really is."

    "So, what now?" She asked, with a bit of anxiety.

    "She said that she had to tell everyone because it's

    better to have it out in the open than have to keep lying to the family. I
    agreed."

    After a short pause, Melissa said. "Me too."

    As it turns out, my family's reaction was both better than I

    had feared and worse than I had hoped. My parents had called a family meeting
    and all of my immediate family, and their spouses, showed up. There were those
    like my mom, and my brother Mark, who were supportive and genuinely happy for
    me. On the other end of things, there were people like my second older brother,
    Stephen, and his wife, who were disgusted and called me a pervert.

    Most were somewhere in the middle, either not understanding

    and being polite about it, or just ambivalent to the whole issue.

    Then there was my dad. He just sat there the whole time,

    with a frown on his face, and never spoke a word. I couldn't tell if he was
    ashamed, or angry, or what, and it tore me up inside. He had never in his life
    been shy about voicing his opinion. After my mom, he was who I needed
    acceptance from the most. I desperately wanted him to say something, anything,
    but he never did. His silence cut deeper than any insult or accusation ever
    could.

    At the beginning, and with prompting from my mom, I had

    stood before everyone, confessing Melissa's and my love for each other, and
    that I was moving out to live with her in Duluth. After the initial shock and
    spectrum of reactions, I sat down and answered questions.

    Now, not being able to bear my father's silence any longer,

    I stood again, interrupting several side conversations. I addressed the whole
    group, but my words were meant for my father more than anyone.

    "Melissa and I truly love each other. Nothing you do or

    say can change it. Accept it, accept us, or don't. I don't care."

    Dad didn't react, didn't even look me in the eyes.

    I rushed to my room and locked the door. I curled up on my

    bed and cried, harder than I could remember ever crying before. The stress of
    the family meeting and my dad's non-reaction had utterly destroyed me. I held a
    pillow over my head to muffle the sounds of my uncontrollable sobs, and to hide
    my face from the

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  • Cabin Cousins: Part 4
    Cabin Cousins: Part 4
    Costumes and characters.

    Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.



    We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could

    both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we
    had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our
    empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me.

    "That hit the spot." She said with a sigh.

    "There's been a lot of that recently."

    Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?"

    We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being

    near each other.

    Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show

    you our costumes."

    I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling

    things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser.

    "This is yours." She said, handing me a blue

    police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a
    mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake
    mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video.

    I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my

    prisoner?"

    "As much fun as that could be, no."

    Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a

    small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a
    matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered
    headdress.

    "We're the Village People?" I asked.

    Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you

    like it?"

    "I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?"

    "Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier."

    She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this."

    The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I

    couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face.

    "Do you... not like it?" I asked.

    "It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on

    and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and
    when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just
    showed up to the party. Okay?"

    I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what

    Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination.
    Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago;
    and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for
    the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear
    anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly
    as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to
    be very careful in how I reacted.

    "Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded

    me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay.
    Open your eyes."

    I did and said the first thing that came to my mind.

    "Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low,
    giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to
    just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back,
    bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer
    briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long
    muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was
    struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about
    the prospect of revealing so much skin.

    While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was

    talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the
    other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the
    other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous."

    My antics made Melissa giggle.

    "Who is she here with?" "I don't know him.

    Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard."

    Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her,

    happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension.

    When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not

    too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on
    the hem of the skirt.

    "It's more than a bikini."

    "I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on

    the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get
    the right words out for what she wanted to say.

    I sat on the bed next to her.

    "It's not too... slutty, is it?" She

    asked, staring at the floor.

    Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head

    towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's
    how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are."

    "I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem

    so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you."

    "Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in

    letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and
    maintaining eye contact.

    She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed

    muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's
    stunt double in Red Sonja."

    I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was

    a goddess."

    This got a smile from her. "I think you're

    biased."

    "Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She

    still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't
    matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?"

    "Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels

    really good."

    "You look amazing."

    "Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I

    don't know if I can take that."

    She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every

    guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to
    know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her.

    "It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a

    girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because
    she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she
    knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty."

    I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She

    still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my
    intent.

    "I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss.

    "Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and

    won't have to pretend anymore."

    "Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to

    wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you
    but..."

    She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with

    admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the
    waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her
    entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running
    between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She
    stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against
    her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants.

    "Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear.

    "It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing

    my bare ass to everybody."

    "Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone

    other than me can see it."

    Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing

    this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If
    people are going to see me, they're going to see you too."

    I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be

    hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my
    pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I
    rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs,
    my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants,
    and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible.

    "That's fair." Then she said mischievously.

    "Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less
    chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps."

    We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her

    warmly. "I love you."

    "I love you." She replied.

    "If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I

    said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are
    together."

    I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said.

    "Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six
    hours."

    "How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?"

    "Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not

    wearing this to the video store."

    We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street

    from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both
    changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top,
    albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked
    much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy'
    section.

    After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the

    box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa.

    "Nice." She said, grinning.

    Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold

    Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we
    cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja.

    We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being

    close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt
    attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my
    perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well,
    her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those.

    The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to

    more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me.

    "I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on

    the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a
    goddess."

    "So, what do you want to do now?" I asked

    suggestively.

    Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you

    think I want to do?"

    Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I

    said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman
    unless she can beat me in a fair fight."

    Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line.

    "That's a challenge I might think about someday."

    "What about right now?"

    "Why not?"

    When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her

    by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted
    around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She
    straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching
    that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa
    thought so too.

    She leaned down and we kissed deeply.

    I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen

    will have what she demands."

    "Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone

    that made it sound like a command.

    She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and

    giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as
    quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants
    and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with
    my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

    Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my

    shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way
    back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as
    she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants
    off, taking the red thong with them.

    She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit

    up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down.
    She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail
    of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading
    them apart.

    I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and

    caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to
    my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly
    on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she
    grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it.

    I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her

    eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked
    away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be
    absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me,
    seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could.

    My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much

    quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she
    sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior
    queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in
    satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed.

    Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum,

    still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her
    swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile.

    "That one was all mine." She purred, before

    kissing me.

    I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and

    held her tight as we kissed.

    She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she

    pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn."

    She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself

    onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest.

    Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my

    tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body
    responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push
    up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed
    against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of
    her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading
    her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body
    complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me.
    Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily.

    "Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the

    edge of climax.

    I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick

    circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed
    uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the
    intensity with which I ate her.

    She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my

    arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply,
    with Melissa still twitching occasionally.

    We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said.

    "Tasting myself on you is hot."

    I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her

    lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating
    her.

    "Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I

    asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play.

    "Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You

    did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more."

    Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She

    raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in
    pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat
    up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she
    gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat.

    Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my

    hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her,
    marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me,
    drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching
    her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated
    in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each
    sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside.

    I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are

    a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths.

    When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin

    pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her
    ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her
    hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I
    could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show,
    maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her.

    Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I

    could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward
    and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the
    couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying
    me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her
    firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching
    the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too
    much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming.

    Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I

    wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the
    session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner
    thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips.

    She must have been close because, with an exclamation of

    primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped
    tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her.

    We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed

    my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms
    around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground
    her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other
    seemingly inexhaustible.

    Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed

    each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had
    shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual
    release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her,
    something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a
    state of utter awe of this woman.

    "You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words

    were inadequate to express my feelings.

    Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I

    didn't go too far with being in control did I?"

    I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really

    hot."

    She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really

    good."

    I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in

    control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and
    be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control,
    particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just
    follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was.
    Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the
    nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being
    second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take
    control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have
    still loved it.

    "It did." I agreed. "I like this side of

    you."

    "What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then

    the other playfully.

    She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that

    she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was
    exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an
    inhibition.

    "The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but

    serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what
    she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world
    needs to see more of this part of you." Then

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  • Cabin Cousins: Part 3
    Cabin Cousins: Part 3
    The love between Charles and Melissa grows.

    Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.



    Chapter Eleven

    I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear

    as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel
    excitedly asked, "Hello?".

    "Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with

    an equal amount of excitement.

    "I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh.

    "I miss you too."

    Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last

    couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I
    absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour,
    before we were both running out of things to say.

    "When can we see each other again?" She asked the

    question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello."

    "I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all

    of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends
    off in a row."

    "Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My

    bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it."

    "What about the weekend after that? I could probably

    get it off." I asked hopefully.

    "Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is

    Halloween! We could go to a party?"

    "That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I

    asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities.

    "Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around

    to overhear us."

    We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older

    brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning.

    "I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to

    make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in
    Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of
    keeping our relationship a secret.

    "I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking

    with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work
    early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed."

    "Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was

    evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?"

    "I'll be here," I said, already excited at the

    prospect of talking with her again.

    "I love you, Charles."

    Those simple words made my heart flutter.

    "I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an

    unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call.

    I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less

    than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in
    Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about
    being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I
    jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I
    would do alone in her apartment.

    When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell

    phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she
    couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it
    just to make sure she could talk to me.

    We talked every night for the next week and a half and made

    our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and
    then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley,
    was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were
    going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that
    they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa
    playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take
    care of getting our costumes together.

    I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who

    had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and
    had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use
    visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my
    parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.)

    "You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing.

    "But I got you, bro."

    The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart

    tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice
    in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous
    call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything
    particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell
    her, and taste her on my lips.

    The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was

    taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long
    shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the
    money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store
    she worked at anyway.

    My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled

    with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one
    more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business
    trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty.

    I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who

    was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I
    could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said
    that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and
    laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there.

    On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line

    to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next
    to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I
    realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of
    those too. Sales strategy: successful.

    I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and

    drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a
    two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't
    wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and
    my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her
    cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each
    other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try.

    So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my

    exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away
    now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I
    pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my
    heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to
    knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number
    ten.

    Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she

    was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a
    moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas
    present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world.

    Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as

    she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling
    deeply.

    "You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a

    bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face.

    She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than

    I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All
    I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss.

    She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass

    and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she
    wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us
    wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air.

    She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the

    door. "It's cold out here, come inside."

    "I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back

    to my truck.

    "Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda

    sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it
    didn't latch.

    I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard

    against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment.
    In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a
    small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk
    and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just
    enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of
    that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom.

    The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean,

    and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds,
    but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale
    pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before.

    I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards

    the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay
    beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes
    were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed
    in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly
    tossing my work clothes on the floor.

    Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the

    bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then
    slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid
    further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses.

    When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm,

    eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could
    feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside
    and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I
    could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia.

    She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back

    down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me,
    desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and
    licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed
    across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure.

    I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my

    tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on
    my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I
    changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I
    licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes
    accordingly.

    We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in

    time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick
    sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her
    breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body
    continuing to twitch periodically.

    I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up

    her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down
    from her explosive orgasm.

    I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her

    pleasure was my pleasure.

    Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out.

    "Oh my God that was intense!" She pulled on the back of my head
    urgently. "Come here."

    As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet

    face and smeared it on my cock.

    The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and

    when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I
    could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me
    as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump
    my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts.

    We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into

    each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made
    stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we
    became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as
    beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun.

    With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she

    started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like
    'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable
    urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her
    pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a
    singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I
    filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both
    exclaimed in exultant joy at the release.

    I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed

    quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter
    awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach
    such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like
    mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of
    my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity.

    Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in

    kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but
    I said them anyway.

    "I love you, Melissa," I whispered.

    "I love you, Charles." She whispered back.

    We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the

    come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft,
    and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I
    felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began
    to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with
    Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I
    moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away
    from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her
    ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with
    contentment.

    "Melissa?"

    "Hmm?" She responded.

    "When I got here, what did you mean when you said that

    I was real?"

    "It was because of a dream I had last night." She

    said, somewhat sheepishly.

    "Oh?" I asked.

    "Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those

    dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited
    and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was
    disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some
    reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single
    mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I
    came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so
    lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't
    actually exist."

    "I'm here," I said. "All of this really

    happened."

    "I know." She moved my hand that was around her

    chest up to her lips, kissing it. "It's just that it seemed so real, it just
    stuck with me all day, you know?"

    "Have you been that lonely?" I asked, feeling a

    pang of sympathy.

    She nodded slowly. "For as long as I can remember. I've

    got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had
    anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except
    you."

    I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to

    her chest.

    She continued speaking. "I lived for those weekends at

    the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time
    growing up that I can remember being truly happy."

    "What about your parents?" I asked cautiously,

    still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an
    uncomfortable subject.

    "I don't want to think about them right now."

    "I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrified that I

    might have upset her.

    She kissed my hand again. "It's okay, really. We can

    talk about them tomorrow if you want, just..." She yawned and pulled my
    arms tight around her. "Not right now."

    I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness,

    and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand.
    I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In
    making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that
    fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my
    entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed
    her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair.

    We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell

    that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow
    steady breath until it lulled me to sleep.

    Chapter Twelve.

    I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was

    just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we
    were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last
    time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a
    note on the pillow next to me.

    It read:

    "I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were

    sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run,
    be back soon. Love, Melissa."

    I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily

    sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just
    have to make up for it later.

    I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed

    to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it
    last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries
    pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard
    a key turn the lock on the front door.

    Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me

    walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had
    been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I
    approached.

    She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly.

    "Good morning, sleepy head."

    "Good morning, beautiful," I replied, giving her

    another quick kiss.

    Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot

    and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her
    sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought
    looked very sexy on her athletic figure.

    "I need a shower." She said.

    Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned

    in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her
    neck.

    She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said.

    "Uh, gross."

    With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep

    through my nose. "I love the way you smell." I licked the sweaty skin
    of her neck again. "I love the way you taste."

    She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look

    on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her
    insecurities.

    "Come shower with me," She said softly.

    I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The

    tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced
    closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped
    off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear,
    sending them to my ankles.

    She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her

    face, kissing her sweetly.

    She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive

    expression. "Will you..." She asked slowly. "Let me shave
    you?"

    I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able

    to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth
    from when I had shaved the previous morning.

    With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I

    caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the
    thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her
    face, I was open to the idea.

    "Okay," I replied.

    Her

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  • Cabin Cousins: Part 2
    Cabin Cousins: Part 2
    A Quest for family acceptance.

    Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.



    Chapter Six.

    Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had

    missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and
    supplies back into the cabin.

    "You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My

    mom asked.

    "We went all the way out to the pine grove." I

    said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a
    little kid that adults needed to look after.

    "That's a long ways! We were getting worried."

    "We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of

    time. Sorry." Said Melissa.

    Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete,

    account of what happened.

    "Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats,

    potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."

    Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm

    starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.

    We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had

    several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves.
    My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it
    never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of
    bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one
    of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently,
    because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates
    into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.

    "That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like

    that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."

    "I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe."

    I said.

    "There's no way I could make anything taste this

    good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.

    "You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith

    in you."

    She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me

    to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.

    "Thank you. That really means a lot."

    "Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward

    to open the screen door for her.

    Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire

    pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I
    did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the
    conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship,
    by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides
    of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of
    watching the flames.

    We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or

    topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise
    might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night
    game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the
    Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle
    Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer
    fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all
    groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.

    Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as

    everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.

    I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes

    that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her
    eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were
    flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a
    very different reason, earlier today.

    My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my

    seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa
    gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the
    need, burning hot.

    Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people

    at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I
    scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of
    bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to
    me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand
    such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made
    her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.

    She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was

    genuinely tired. I was too.

    "I think I will remember this day for the rest of my

    life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.

    "Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at

    her. "But the day's not over yet."

    She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to

    behave, but I don't want you to."

    After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence,

    watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and
    each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or
    crackle from the dying fire.

    Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled

    from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the
    lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and
    sending shivers up my spine.

    I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did

    she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the
    more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists
    and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as
    less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their
    presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.

    I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no

    one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.

    Chapter Seven.

    She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent

    closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt
    she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember
    that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take
    off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause
    your body to lose a lot of heat.”

    I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a

    moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was
    scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she
    gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling
    with the laces to my boots.

    She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I

    got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her
    pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it
    undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she
    watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her
    panties on top of her bra.

    I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off,

    taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical,
    efficiency is key.

    Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her

    face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She
    was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.

    As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg

    around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the
    wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we
    kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass,
    and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly
    against her belly.

    She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze.

    We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.

    She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered

    into my ear. "I need you inside of me."

    “My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear

    Melissa.”

    “You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick

    cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.

    It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping

    bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen
    above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light
    made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an
    anxious expression on her angelic face.

    "Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.

    "Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.

    "Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore."

    She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously
    expecting me to be upset or disappointed.

    I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't

    matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your
    virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so
    worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her.
    Well, problem solved.

    "You're not disappointed?" She asked.

    I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to hurt

    you, even the slightest bit. Now I don't have to worry about first-time painful
    issues."

    Her own relief was evident in the passion with which she

    kissed me. We untangled our legs, and she gently pushed me flat on my back. She
    climbed on top of me; her knees straddling my chest. She reached a hand between
    her legs, and found my cock, positioning it beneath her. Our eyes locked as she
    slowly lowered herself onto me. In unison, we let out gasps of pleasure as I
    slid deep within her silky wetness.

    Her pussy felt tight around my, happy turgid cock. The

    sensation of being inside of her was unlike anything I had imagined, and being
    an eighteen-year-old guy, I had imagined a lot. I grabbed her ass with both
    hands and pulled her farther down, while pushing my hips up, desperate to get
    just a little bit deeper.

    Melissa leaned in and I began sucking one tit while fondling

    the other. Then she rested her chest on mine, putting her weight on me. She
    buried her face against my neck, and made a low moan of satisfaction. “I just
    want to hold you forever, like this!” she added.

    We stayed still, both of us content to savor this first act

    of ultimate intimacy. I was glad for it, because I was already perilously close
    to cumming, and I didn't want it to be over this quickly. I wanted to last as
    long as it took, to completely satisfy her.

    She raised her chest up just enough so that we could look in

    each other's eyes. I saw her need for me, burning hotter than any camp fire,
    matching my own need for her.

    Maintaining eye contact, she raised her hips slowly, drawing

    me almost fully out of herself. When just the head of my cock remained inside
    her, she reversed direction, and eased me back inside. Again, with hands on her
    ass, I pushed upwards to get that extra bit more. Her hips also flexed in a
    slow twerk motion, to swallow all of my happy cock.

    We repeated this several more times, and I could feel that I

    was sliding in and out more freely. I surmised that it was because her body had
    relaxed and become accustomed to me, and that I had become well lubricated by
    her juices.

    I started to pull down on her ass with more force, and

    pulling back with my hips when she rose hers up, increasing the speed that I
    was being thrust inside of her. Faster and faster we went, the need for each
    other finally, and completely set loose.

    I could feel her body begin to tense, and her knees squeezed

    hard against the sides of my chest. She started to let out a moan with every
    breath. Watching the heat escalate in her eyes, and feeling her body build to
    orgasm, from inside of her, was ecstasy, and I was quickly past the
    point of no return. I grunted as I pushed myself deep inside her one last time,
    holding her down on me tightly. My cock pulsed over and over, seemingly
    emptying my balls inside of her.

    As she explained to me later, feeling my cum spurt inside of

    her is what tipped her over the edge, and as my cock was still spasming, I felt
    her pussy clamp tightly around me as she came. She tensed and shivered, and her
    eyes rolled back slightly. She let out her held breath with a long shaky sigh,
    and her mouth fell to mine.

    We kissed slowly and deeply, reveling in the glow of our

    mutual orgasm.

    I had dreamed of my first time, and fantasized about it more

    times than I could remember, but nothing in my teenage hormone-fueled
    imagination compared to this. All of my fantasies had completely missed the
    point. As I kissed Melissa, with my cock still deep inside her, I marveled at
    the discovery that the greatest thing about sex wasn't the physical pleasure of
    the act. Don't get me wrong, it felt amazing, but the connection to another
    person was exceedingly more profound.

    I struggled to find appropriate words to describe the

    sensation of merging your entire essence with another person; To need, and be
    needed. To accept, and be accepted. To love, and be loved. The mind, body, and
    soul of two people, fusing together to become something far greater than the
    sum of their individuality.

    We were both sweaty, and still panting. Melissa rested her

    weight fully on my chest, and nuzzled my neck. I began massaging her back, and
    she groaned, her body relaxing further.

    After a little while, I felt my cock going soft. Melissa

    made the cutest sound of disappointment when it inevitably slipped out of her.
    I felt the same way. I wanted to be inside her forever, to feel that
    connection, forever.

    Melissa rolled off of me, and we lay face to face. As we

    looked in each other's eyes once more, I was reassured. The connection we made
    couldn't end just because my cock wasn't inside of her anymore. It was eternal.
    We both felt it, both knew it as a fundamental truth of our existence.

    "I love you." I whispered.

    "I love you." She whispered back.

    We both smiled, and kissed softly, caressing each other’s

    cheeks.

    "I saw it in your eyes." I said.

    "When did you first see it?"

    "I figured it out when we got to the clearing. But I'm

    pretty sure I saw it before that."

    She looked at me with mock pity, and patted my cheek with

    her hand. "Silly boy. Didn't you know?"

    "Know what?" I asked.

    She shook her head. "I've loved you my entire life. You

    never knew?"

    I didn't know what to say.

    She giggled. "I used to tell my friends that I had a

    boyfriend. I'd lie and say that he was the neighbor boy who lived in the cabin
    next door to the one my family took me to."

    I snorted a laugh.

    "It was a big deal for a teenage girl, to have this

    mysterious boyfriend that no one had ever met. I'd tell them stories about our
    adventures exploring the woods, all true. Mostly."

    "Mostly?"

    "Well yeah, I had to embellish a few details about our

    relationship."

    I laughed, and kissed her. "I'm sorry I never realized,

    but you were, like, my best friend. It never even occurred to me to think about
    you like that."

    "It's okay, really. I wouldn't change our times

    together." She got a far-away look in her eyes, as she thought of the
    past. "It was never sexual, you know, just naive little girl dreams of the
    storybook happily ever after, without any concept of what that actually
    entails." She giggled again. "Most of the time I thought the idea of
    kissing a boy was gross."

    I laughed with her, and kissed her.

    She made a face and said. "Uh, boy germs."

    In response, I kissed her deeply.

    When we broke off the kiss she said. "Yum, boy

    germs."

    Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

    Chapter Eight.

    I awoke again sometime before dawn. The moon had set, and it

    was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. Melissa was still cuddled up
    in my arms, and I could feel her shallow breath on my face. I imagined the look
    of her face, as I had seen it the previous morning, serene, content, stunningly
    beautiful.

    I very gently ran my hand along her perfect skin, over her

    back, across her deliciously firm ass, and down the thigh that was still
    wrapped around me, holding us tightly together. My hand roved slowly, studying
    every inch of her that I could reach. She had two shallow dimples at the base
    of her back, that in my mind’s eye, were absolutely adorable.

    I ran my fingertips down, along the curve of her ass crack,

    to the tender skin where her ass met the back of her thigh. Her breath changed,
    and she seemed to sigh with pleasure. I stopped what I was doing, not wanting
    to wake her.

    "Don't stop. I like that." I heard her whisper,

    barely louder than her light breathing.

    My hand continued its explorations, running down the inside

    curve of the back of her thigh to the back of her knee, then back up to where
    her legs met, and up through her ass crack. From there, I did the same with the
    other leg, moving my fingertips gently, caressing, down and back up.

    I explored the complex curves where her legs came together,

    and she sighed with pleasure once again when I ran my fingertips along that
    most sensitive area alongside her pussy. I trailed my fingers along one side,
    back to alongside her asshole, then did the same on the other side. Her breath
    would hitch slightly when I brushed against her labia.

    I decided to tease her with the prospect of that particular

    contact, letting my fingers caress ever closer, without actually touching her
    lips. Her breathing had increased, and I felt the wetness seeping out of her.

    I pushed gently on the leg she had around me, prompting her

    to lay flat on her back with her arms at her sides. She seemed perfectly
    content to lay still and let me continue. I sat up next to her, and used both
    hands to explore her body. I began at her face, caressing her cheeks, and
    moving across her temples, around her ears, and under her jawline. I leaned
    over and kissed her cheek. Though it was still pitch black darkness, I could
    feel her smile, and could see it clearly in my mind.

    My hands moved down her neck, and briefly massaged her

    shoulders, before easing towards her chest. I found her tits, and brushed my
    palms across her erect nipples before cupping them with a gentle squeeze. As I
    noted before, her tits weren't overly large, and certainly not comically large
    like most of the women in the porno mags and videos I've seen. I thought they
    were perfect.

    My caressing fingers roamed up to her shoulders, then slowly

    down the inside of her arms. I brushed her wrists as delicately as possible,
    soliciting a sigh. I ran my fingers across her palms, and down each of her
    fingers, which she seemed to like a lot.

    I added to her enjoyment of having her fingers caressed, to

    a growing mental list of ways she particularly liked being touched. Correctly
    guessing on the location of her belly button in the dark, I leaned over and
    planted a kiss on her belly, just below her waistline. She made another
    non-distinct sound of pleasure under her breath. I made a trail of kisses up to
    her belly button, adding soft licks with the tip of my tongue.

    I licked in a circle around her belly button, and noted the

    lack of a positive, or negative, response from Melissa. I trailed my tongue and
    lips slowly up her chest, to between her tits. I cupped her tits, and licked a
    nipple, which got a very positive result. I licked little circles around her
    very erect nipple, then closed my mouth over it, sucking gently. Her chest rose
    with a deep intake of breath. I moved over to the other nipple, and did the
    same.

    Melissa was starting to get really worked up, and I again

    felt great joy that I was able to give her so much pleasure.

    I moved up to her face, and kissed her softly on the lips.

    She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with passionate enthusiasm.

    Finally the broke off the kiss, and as she caught her

    breath, she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful. I get to explore
    you now."

    She gently pushed me onto my back. She leaned over me and

    kissed me once on the lips, then moved to my neck, kissing softly, and teasing
    my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing
    fully.

    She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her

    fingertips down to my hands like I had

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About My First Time

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Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.