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"Sorry," I said.

"For what?" Ruthie asked. I shuffled my papers together and started to leave the room.

"I'll get out of your way. Just take me a second." I pulled everything into a stack and yanked my backpack off the chair.

"You're not in my way." She took the bag from my hand and looped the strap over the chair again. "Sit, sit. Honestly, Nick, you're not in the way. This is your place now, too."

"I just - I know you've got your own routine here, and I didn't want to change anything." I stood there like an idiot with a slowly sliding pile of papers in my arm and half standing from the chair. She sat at the other side of the small dining table and slid a coaster over for her mug.

"Look, sweetie, if you're in my way I'll let you know, huh?" She winked and sipped from her coffee. I relaxed and sat back down. "Besides, I'm curious to see what you've been working on in here." She slipped a page from the stack and held it up to read it.

"I don't like it," I told her.

"Why not?" She kept reading. "It sounds good to me."

"I don't know. Just don't. I hardly ever like my work." I watched her eyes for any reaction to the page. Each crinkle of her brow and smirk of her lips was like a signal flag snapping in the wind as far as I was concerned.

"You don't write like a kid who can't buy beer yet." She smiled and put the page down. "Did you write a lot in high school?" Her finger slowly twirled at a long, thick lock of hair.

"Yeah. I mean, for myself, not for a class or anything. Just stuff." I was babbling. My sister always did that to me. She was 20 years older than I was, and it made me nervous. There's an expectation of equality between siblings, and when the older sibling is old enough to be your mother, it gets weird. I try too hard to sound mature and the second I speak I'm certain that my youth comes bursting through and makes me sound like an idiot.

Not that Ruthie ever tried to make me feel that way. She's been good to me my whole life. Nevertheless, I can't help think that when she was getting a divorce, I was still playing kick-ball on the playground during recess. When she was celebrating her 30th birthday, I was nervously holding hands with my first girlfriend at the neighborhood Fourth of July party. And when Ruthie was closer to 40 than to 30, I was careening much to fast down the highway with my brand new driver's license in my pocket. No matter how many times I told myself to just relax, I couldn't help but get all nervous about not being a stupid kid in front of her.

Even calling her Ruthie seemed weird, but I think we both liked it. It helped to keep us grounded as brother and sister.

"I always wished I could write like this. Tell stories and come up with the wild stuff you do." She smiled at me and leaned back in her chair. I just sat there and grinned like a doof. I should have said something gracious, or intelligent to confirm her compliment, but I suppose it was destined that I should stand up to get something to drink and hit my head on the light that hung from the ceiling on a small silver flecked chain.

"Oh, Nicky, are you okay?" She was up like a shot checking the top of my head as I bent over in surprise and a sharp bit of pain. I was still unused to having to worry about hitting things as I walked or stood. I'd been average height at best for the majority of my life. Come senior year of high school, I shoot up almost a foot. Clothes didn't fit if I bought from a normal store. Shelves that stuck out far enough were suddenly trying to kill me. My feet never fit under the table without mashing anyone else foolish enough to sit with me. It was just new enough that I was still making an ass of myself.

My sister understood to a degree. She was tall too. Almost six feet. However, tall for a woman and tall for a man is like comparing apples to orange watermelons.

"Does it hurt?" she asked. She was touching my head where I hit the light and wincing each time as she felt for a lump as though she were the one in pain.

"I'm getting used to it." I could smell her perfume. Her leg was pressed tight to my thigh.

"Well, tell you what, why don't you sit and try not to bleed to much and I'll fix dinner."

"It's my turn, I can do it," I said. I started to get up but she laid a hand on my shoulder to keep me in my chair.

"Nonsense. Besides, you look like you were getting into a zone or whatever writers do. Is it a zone?" She smiled brilliant teeth and I laughed.

"Yeah." I sat back. "Thanks."

"My pleasure." She patted my arm and padded off for the kitchen.

I could see her from the table and watched as she slid around the tile in her socks. She zipped around like a teenager left alone for the first night.

"Mind if I turn on the radio," she called over her shoulder.

"Go ahead. I like to work with distractions." I pulled a pad of paper around and fished my pen out of the stack in the middle of the table. I stared at the pad a moment, trying to get back to my train of thought before Ruthie had walked in earlier.

I heard pans clanging in the next room and looked over. The only thing that separated the dining room from the kitchen was a small bar and an accordion door that was pushed all the way to the side. Ruthie was lost in her own little moment. She was flicking on burners and pulling bags from the freezer, all while dancing in popping movements to some band she's been listening to since before I was born. I was struck by the difference between a pretty girl and an attractive woman. They were two different animals.

I remember thinking how glad I was that I didn't move out west with my parents. I never really had the chance to know my sister any better than I knew some of my cousins, and I was thrilled to see her in her own light. When you only see someone at holidays and family functions, you don't get to see how they really live.

Her long blond hair tumbled around as she moved back and forth. She zipped around and made all sorts of noise as she cooked. I smiled a bit and set to my paper. The words just seemed to flow. It was easy. I didn't need to write fast. I put word after word on paper and each one came as fast as it needed to. I'd finished five or six sheets before she came in with two big bowls of food. She handed me the bigger bowl, heaping with beef and vegetables. I think she was the only woman I'd ever met who fully understood the ravenous hunger of a large, growing 19 year old. It was worse than when I was 16. There was never too much food.

"Let's eat with TV," she said. She always said "TV" like it was a person. We sat on the couch and ate while watching a rerun of a cop drama. It sounds lame, but I was having entirely too much fun just living with my sister. I always wished she were around when I was a kid, but I knew she had her own life. Sometimes I felt like the step-brother around her. As though I was the product of some other union altogether. It was finally starting to feel right, though.

"How's your show going?" she asked one night. We were watching an old movie and I was starting to dose off.

"Good," I said, rubbing an eye with the heel of my palm. I was lucky enough to turn a sample script for a decent budget cable show into a permanent position on the writing staff. One of my best friends from high school had a brother who was the producer for the show. He got me a chance to send a sample in and they liked it a lot. It was killing me though. Once they saw what I could do, they made me a kind of supervising writer. This meant that in addition to the regular episode writing I was doing, I was also expected to read over and fix scripts that I didn't write. By the time I was done with a full day of reading and running around making sure everything was being done, I could barely keep my eyes open past ten at night.

"You look like you're ready to fall over," she laughed.

"I didn't think it'd be this hard." I rolled my head to the side and looked at her. She was curled up with her feet under her body and her shoulder was jammed in the corner of the high back of the couch.

"Is it worth it?"

"Definitely." I smiled at the thought of what I had the opportunity to do every day. "Never mind the fact that I get to write a TV show. Forget that. I'm in charge of other writers. And I'm meeting people that work for all these companies. A couple of them have asked me to meet with them." My excitement had jazzed my brain up a bit. I was sitting up and had an arm over the back of the couch while I turned in my seat to look at her.

"I can't wait to see it. When does it come on?" She pulled a leg up to hold her knee straight at her chest. I didn't immediately notice the way her gray flannel shorts seemed to disappear a little.

"The network's going to run a sneak preview of the pilot episode in a month. We still have to get about six more episodes shot. Which means we'll be writing and re-writing like mad for the next month." She smiled at my happiness. I was struck by how young she seemed. I didn't know what a 39-year-old woman should look like, but she didn't seem to look it. She didn't look 20, but I couldn't get 39 just looking at her.

I felt warm in my chest. There was a taste of adrenalin on the back of my tongue.

"I can't tell you how happy I am for you, Nicky." She pulled a long lock of hair from her face. I noticed faint wrinkles at her eyes. It made her look like she was constantly smiling. She was beautiful in her ease. Suddenly, she jumped from the couch. Her shorts were wedged up between her cheeks giving a glimpse of the firm body no one got to see. She quickly straightened them down with a pinch of her fingers on the tight hem. "I'm...it's been a long day, so I'm going to bed. Good night." She sounded odd, but I ignored it.

"Okay. Good night." She walked quickly to her room and shut the door. I sat there and watched television until I drifted off.

I woke the next morning with a start. I was still on the couch and the TV was off.

"Ruthie," I called. I checked my watch. It was only 6:30 am. I didn't have to be in for another hour and a half. I stood up and shook the stiffness from my legs. I walked around the couch and down the hall to my room. I looked into Ruthie's open door and called her again. I didn't hear any response.

"Thursday," I said aloud. She went in early on Tuesdays and Thursdays to work out at the 'Y' before work. I was about to leave when I saw her desk by the door. It was covered in photographs. They looked like they were all from when she was in high school and just after. I sat down in her chair and started shuffling through the mess.

I found photographs from her punk phase. Tall pink hair that jabbed at the sky. Black make-up and ripped clothes. It all seemed so interestingly inappropriate on her. She was smiling and laughing in every one. I was seeing her, as I'd never known she could ever be. In these photos was a girl with my sister's eyes. She was skinny in her way. Definitely not the smooth, fit woman she was now.

She had them all marked on the backs with dates. I flipped them all over and pulled out the packets that were still in a shoebox next to the desk. I spent 15 minutes putting them all in order. I turned over my stacks and went through them one by one.


They started when she was 15. I watched her with her friends. I recognized some of them. I was 20 pictures in before I realized that a pretty girl who was always with her was the mother of a friend of mine. I moved through her sophomore year of high school and into her pink hair phase. I saw her at concerts and at a county fair with someone who must have been her boyfriend. I saw her feeding bits of hot dogs to monkeys at the zoo.

I was flipping through them like a slide show. I was seeing her as a person with a life that had nothing to do with my family. I was learning who she was. I was seeing the years go by in a flash. The pretty girl with the spiky pink hair was turning into the pretty, young woman with the intense blue eyes that I knew today.

I flipped from photo to photo and I got to one that was the fall after she graduated high school. She was still into the punk look to a more casual degree than her high school years. The look was more easy going and less intentional. Her hair was a kind of blue at that point. However, that wasn't what struck me. It was one of the few photos of her where she didn't know she was in camera until it was too late. She and her friends seemed to have snuck into the school for a covert bit of swimming. The lights were off except for those under the water. She was standing in a clearing of wet and half naked teenagers as they jumped into the water and laughed and drank beers with the gusto that can only be summoned by children doing something wrong. However, she was standing. Just standing. The flash had gone off and made her turn her head. Long, wet shanks of blue hair froze in an arc around her head as she spun. She was dripping wet and wearing a red bra and a drooping pair of men's briefs that threatened to fall off her slender hips. Her eyes were wide and she looked thoughtful. Whatever had been happening around her, she was deep in thought about something when the person with the camera took the picture.

I just stared at that picture. To me it was everything I wanted to know about her. It was Ruthie stripped of all pretensions, both figuratively and literally. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I fell in love with the girl in the picture. That was Ruthie at my age. She was beautiful. The gap in the leg of her too large briefs around her thigh seemed forbidden and lovely. She was completely at ease and separate from everything around her.

I pushed the pictures away and sat back with that one snapshot. I didn't look at any more, and messed the piles around to leave them as they were when I found them. I didn't think she'd care if I looked at them, but it was already done by the time I realized how silly an act it was. I still had the one in my hand. I was absolutely in love with that girl. She was so young and fresh. Her eyes were bright and unblinking in the wake of the bright flash. Her arms were relaxed and her body had an amazing line to it. I stared at her for a long time.

I checked my watch and got up from the desk. I put the snapshot in my shirt pocket and went to clean up and change. I managed to put it out of my mind at work.

"Cleaning out your closet?" I asked. She looked up from her dinner and cocked her head in question. "I saw the photos on your desk as I was going to my room," I told her. I left out the rest, but I wasn't sure why.

"Oh." She shook her head and smiled. "Just trying to remember what it was like to be young." She didn't sound sad, but rather, she was a bit wistful.

"Ruthie," I started. She looked at me as she chewed. "I don't mean to be personal. Well, I guess I do, but not in a crass kind of way." She narrowed her eyes as she watched me stumble through a simple question.

"Ask me whatever you want. No secrets here."

"Okay. Ah, anyway, I've been thinking. I've been living here about three months now, and I was thinking, that maybe sometimes you'd want me to take off for a while, you know." She just stared at me. Writers are often the most inarticulate boobs on the planet when it comes to speaking to someone.

"I don't follow."

"You know. It just - I kind of moved in pretty sudden and we never got a few things very clear. Relationships and...well, stuff."

"Oh," she said in a long dragged out line. "Stuff. You mean like if I were to have 'company' over." She was enjoying my discomfort.

"Yeah. I just wanted you to know that I understand we all have lives and if you ever wanted the place to yourself for a night every once in a while it's fine with me. Just let me know and I'll scoot."

"How long have you been working up the nerve to have this conversation?"

"No more than a month." She laughed at my joke. Imagine her mirth had she known I wasn't kidding. I could never think of a tactful or easy way to bring it up. It wasn't a problem for me. I was working so much that I went straight from work to home and did it all over again every day. Weekends were just more of the same, only I worked at home.

"Well, I suppose it's a good idea to let each other know if we need some privacy, huh?" She smiled and went on with her dinner.

We let the matter drop and talked about little things that made the days go by. I was only half listening as I was thinking about the blue-haired Ruthie in the snapshot. I knew why I was in love with the girl in the snapshot. I'd figured it out while I was cooking dinner. I saw in that girl, everything that my sister was today, but my age. She was approachable and attainable. I could love her. I could be with her. I could have her. I couldn't have my Ruthie.

I'd loved Ruthie forever. I never knew it. I never put it together. I knew it now, though.

"Why'd you jump up and run off the other night?" As soon as I said it, I couldn't figure out why I'd asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I was telling you about the show and you just bolted out of the room. Why?" I put down my fork and watched her rub a hand along her slender neck. She looked at me and then gave a short, almost confused laugh.

"I just got worried." She dropped her hands to her lap and seemed to be picking at a loose thread in her pants. "I was watching you get excited about your show and it hit me that those times are all gone for me. I'm going to be 40 years old next birthday. 40. I guess I've been ignoring all that."

"Until I came along," I said quietly.

"No." She was stern and serious. "No. I can't tell you how glad I am that you came to live with me. We never got a chance to really know each other, and this has been the highlight of my decade. I'm serious. Tell me you understand that."

"I do."

"Good." She sighed. "It's not a big deal. I was thinking about a lot of stuff the other night and it all just rushed in and hit me at the same time. I went to my room and got out my old photos. Trying to relive my youth as much as remember it. Don't worry. I'm fine." She got up and took our plates to the kitchen to rinse them.

We sat in the living room that night watching a movie. I didn't pay attention to it. I was thinking of the snapshot. I wanted her to be like the girl again. Not the age. That was stupid. The look. I hadn't seen that look in her eyes before. In that one look was everything about Ruthie, but I'd never seen it all in one look before. She was missing something.

I watched her breathe as she stared at the TV. Her lower lip would disappear into her mouth a moment as she lightly chewed it and then it was back, glistening slightly in the wavering light of the television. Her delicate throat gently undulated as she swallowed. I wanted to touch her face. Just touch it. Let my fingers slide over her cheek. To me, it was all just part of wanting to know Ruthie. It wasn't until I saw the girl in the snapshot that I knew. That was just the last part of the puzzle.


I felt sick. I tried to keep my eyes focused. I was just a kid to her, but I couldn't put her out of my head. Heat spread from around my neck to go up over my scalp.

I watched as a tear slid down from the corner of her eye and around her cheek to roll out of sight under her jaw.

I was sitting at my desk waiting for a set of notes to come back on a two-part script. I had the snapshot of Ruthie propped up on my desktop against a coffee cup. Her skin was slick and bright. The tight snaking curve of her body was so right. I was seeing her like that today. The body was a little different, but that was it. I wanted to see her like that.

The phone rang. I grabbed it on the end of the first ring.

"Nick?"

"Ruthie?"

"Hey. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No. I'm just waiting on a delivery. What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"You still offering to let me have the apartment for the night?"

"Yeah. When?"

"Would tonight be okay?"

"Sure. I'll just swing by and grab an overnight bag and crash at Mike's tonight."

"You sure?"

"Of course. It's not a problem."

"Thanks a lot, Nicky."

"Sure. Bye."

"Bye."

I wanted to puke.

It was midnight. I was sitting in the office in a pair of shorts and an undershirt. I had a pillow and a blanket on the couch. I was sitting at the desk and staring at the snapshot. I had scripts and notes everywhere. What was she doing right then, I wondered. Was she sleeping? Did she have a man over? Was some guy sliding around on my sister's body? Why did I have to love her?

My phone rang. I stared at it. When the phone rings when it normally shouldn't, it gives me the same feeling as if I had bitten into bread and it tasted like bad milk.

"Hello?"

"There you are."

"Ruthie?"

"Yes, 'Ruthie'. What are you doing? I thought you were staying at Mike's?"

"Oh. Yeah, I just got caught up here. Lot of work."

"I called Mike's to tell you that you didn't have to stay there. He said you never said anything to him about staying there. I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh."

"Alan left about an hour ago."

"Oh."

"He was my date."

"Yeah. I figured. Everything go okay?"

"Basically. I just wanted you to know that you can come home if you want."

"Sure. I mean - I guess so. Yeah."

"You coming back then?"

"Yeah. I just have to save a bunch of stuff on the computer and then I'm out of here."

"I'll wait up for you then?"

"You don't have to do that. It's already after midnight."

"It's Friday night. I don't have to get up in the morning. There's leftovers from dinner if you're hungry."

"Sure. So, I'll be there soon."

"Great. Okay."

"Okay."

She hung up and I sat there a moment in the dim room and finally hung up the phone. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to feel. I sat there a minute, just staring at nothing. In the dark, I quickly masturbated into a promotional t-shirt I had for the show. I don't know why I did it. I just had to. I wasn't particularly aroused. I just had to do it before I went home. Before that moment, I'd never jacked-off while I was inexplicably scared. 20 minutes later, I was driving out of the parking structure and into traffic.

I walked in the apartment and dropped my keys on the table as I shut the door. I smelled chicken and a small bowl of potpourri that sat by the door. Ruthie walked up from the kitchen and pulled me down into a hug that I didn't think was going to end. Her breasts mashed against my chest and her arms locked around my neck. Her body was warm. I could feel the cross strap of her bra through her blouse. I didn't know what was going on, despite everything I felt.

"You hungry," she said into my ear. I just nodded. Her hair smelled fresh. I could smell the shower on her skin. It was that clean scent of water that burned through everything else.

We sat at the table and I ate a small plate of chicken and vegetables. She just watched me eat. For the first time in years, I really wasn't hungry, but she'd kept a plate warm for me, so I ate it gladly. I finished and she got up to take my plate away. I took hold of her wrist for a second to stop her.

"Are you alright, Ruthie?"

"Of course I am." She almost whispered. She smiled and I felt my body go numb. I let go and she took my plate to the kitchen. I got up and walked to the living room. The carpet was warm under my bare feet. I went to the bookshelf. It was a mish mash of both of our books. There were duplicate titles, and a few I had yet to read. I moved to the stereo and put on the one classical album I owned. It was the violin. I loved the violin. I bought the CD a few years earlier and had listened to it so many times I couldn't count. It was one single violin and that was it. It was pure in every sense of the word.

"I like this one," I heard behind me. I turned and saw Ruthie standing with her arms crossed and her eyes sparkling in the blue light from the moon. She was still dressed from her date. Her blouse was crisp and draped beautifully on her figure. Her skirt was just long enough to be appropriate, but it showed enough of her long legs that she kept the edge in any room. Like me, she was barefoot. Her toes clenched and released into the carpet.

"How was your evening?" I asked. She inhaled tightly through her nostrils and smiled without a change in her eyes.

"It was fine. Alan's a nice guy."

"Ended early though, huh?"

"I guess." She stayed there as we talked.

"It's nice to talk to a man like this."

"Like what?"

"It sounds stupid."

"Tell me."

"Most guys I can look right in the eye, or at least close enough. I like to look up into a man's eyes."

"Why did Alan leave so early?"

"I told him you were coming home and it would be awkward to have him here. He was very nice about it. He said we'd have lunch over the weekend."

"Why did you tell him that? I thought you wanted me to give you the place all night."

"It just wasn't connecting. Alan and I weren't connecting."

"Why?"

She pulled my face down with both hands on my cheeks. She hesitated a second and then kissed me slowly. Her tongue was warm in my mouth, and she nearly took the breath from my lungs. She broke away, kissing me quick before stepping back.

"He wasn't you." She wiped a tear from her eye. "That's why we didn't connect. He just wasn't you." All I could do was breath. The violin sounded as if it were being played across the street. My heart was beating in one continuous slide.

"I cry at night to have you," she said into my shoulder. I let my arms wrap around her warm body. Her hands were trapped between us, held up near her throat. Her palms were flat against my chest. "I watch you when you write, and when you go from book to book. When you fall asleep in front of TV, I just sit there and watch you." She was talking fast, one word gliding into the next. "It's so silly, I know. You're my brother, and I can't help it. Jesus, I'm old enough to be your mother. But it hurts to not be with you. It hurts to feel this way. I'm sorry."

I didn't know what to do. I started to talk and then there was nothing. I felt lost. I was terrified I'd say the wrong thing. She pushed away from me and almost ran to her bedroom. I heard the door shut softy and then the slight click of the lock on the handle.

I just dropped down on the couch and went to sleep.

I woke to the sound of the refrigerator door shutting. My arm was asleep and I could barely see. Ruthie was walking out of the kitchen with a bottle in her hand. I checked my watch. Black numbers over a hyper-blue light read 3:27 AM. I got up and moved as quietly as I was able. I got to her door just as she was shutting it. I stuck my hand in the gap just before it closed.

Ruthie jumped a bit and then let go. She went to her bed and sat on the edge. Her hair was pulled back in a loose tangle. She wore a long, red sleep shirt with long sleeves and a V-neck. She wouldn't look at me. The bottle of beer just dangled in her fingertips between her knees. The clock on her wall sounded like a hammer on stone as it ticked away.

I shut the door behind me. She just had one small reading lamp on by the bed. A large hardbound book sat pages-down on the bedspread. I reached down and took the bottle from her hands and set it on the desk. She looked at me finally.

"It hurts," she said. She tapped hard with her fingers between her breasts. "Right here. It hurts so bad."

"I know." Before she could say anything more, I pulled her to her feet. I lifted her shirt up, exposing a simple pair of panties. When her arms came up, I pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were bare and her small nipples were hard as pencil erasers. She started to cover herself, but I took her hands in my own. She was shaking like a leaf. I had imagined that she was some huge Amazon who barreled through life with ease. However, standing there, holding her tiny hands in mine, and seeing the nervous look in her eyes, I was convinced otherwise.

I kissed the palm of her hand and pressed it to my chest. I wanted her to feel my heart beating just for her. I pulled my shirt off and worked at the buckle of my belt. She just stood there, wide-eyed and biting at her lower lip. When I was finally down to just my boxers, I leaned over and kissed her. It was like the first kiss. And, it was like a starter pistol. We both suddenly had our hands on each other. She moaned into me when I pressed my hands over her breasts.

Before I realized it, we were on her bed. I slid my hands between her panties and her full, firm cheeks. She had her legs up and around my waist and was pushing my shorts down with her feet.

I knew what it was that the girl in the snapshot had in her eyes that the adult in my arms was missing. I had seen a bit of it in the living room just before she kissed me. I wanted to see it again. For both of us, I wanted to see it.

I worked her panties down and then she pulled my shorts off. We lay side by side, discovering each other. My hands roamed over her body feeling the smooth skin and the firm muscle underneath. She seemed to find particular pleasure in the way I trailed my fingers in circles on the small of her back.

My dick was hard and felt like a hot iron between our bodies. I moved my hand down between her legs and slid it along the small patch of hair and let my finger slip up into her. She was hot and incredibly wet. Her thighs clamped together and she started to press her hips into me. It was all just a jumble of movement and sweat.

I was over her and she was on her back with her knees to her chest. My hard cock found her thick pussy lips and with a smooth drop, I was inside her. We both sucked in air. Her hands tightened on my shoulders. I pushed in until I was completely inside her. I don't know how long we moved together. I felt myself getting close and pulled out.

I slid down her body and started to lightly lick around her lips. She was like a furnace down there. When my mouth brushed along her pussy, she shuddered. I ran my tongue along her and touched her clit with my nose. She almost jumped. Her legs tightened around my neck. I moved my mouth to her full clit and did everything I could think of to it. In a few minutes, she was almost in convulsions.

She pushed my head away to give herself a moment to calm down. Her fingers ran through my hair as she caught her breath. I rested my head on her warm thigh. When she was ready, she pulled me up with her and she kissed me hard. Her tongue ran all over my face and her hand slid down my body to wrap around my dick. She let out a breath against my face when she touched it. Our faces tried to become one mass of bone and flesh as we kissed.

I felt her guide me into her. Just a little at first. Then another inch, and on and on until I was buried inside my sister's body. We laid there like that for a few minutes. I kissed her breasts, tasting her skin and her sweat. My cock was hard and thick in her. We fit together so perfectly, I remember thinking.

I started moving slowly in her and blocked everything out. All I knew was the feeling of fucking her, and the look in her eyes as I held myself up on my elbows. Our sweaty bellies made a sucking noise as we met and separated.

She was the girl in the snapshot again. It wasn't age that changed her. She was more beautiful now than ever. Her body made me weak. Her face was inspiring. Just looking at her made me want to be something good.

I crushed her lips against mine as I fucked in and out of her. It was better that she was my sister. It made it mean something. It wasn't just empty fucking. I wasn't there to get my rocks off. It meant something. We both knew it. And it wasn't the only time we would know each other like that. I knew it and she knew it.

That's what was missing in her eyes, I thought, as we stayed locked together. Hope. She was missing that hope for the future. That idiot sense of the future that we have as brand new adults, and some of us lose as we get on. But she had it again. I saw it, now.

I pushed into her as hard as I could as she went through a smaller version of her earlier orgasm. She pressed her face into my neck as I came inside her, making us one complete person for a few seconds. We knew we were just starting something.

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Dinner-Dessert, No Reservations

It's those unexpected moments that bring the memories that last a lifetime. My wife, Julie and I (Mike) had been married for nine years. Julie had two children by a previous marriage. The children, Jason (21) and Mandy (19), although they were my step-children, accepted me like their own dad. Jason and Mandy lived with us. Their "father" a military man, lived across the state. They loved their father, which I'm glad to say. We went through all the normal life adventures of raising children through adolescence, and had a close and comfortable relationship with the kids.

Being their step-dad allowed me to be a parent and also a friend at times. I was very close to both Jason and Mandy, but they did not take advantage of my friendship and respected me as a head of the household. As I mentioned, their father was a military man, an officer, and very good at being the commander. Unfortunately, not very good at being a person, which caused an uncomfortable distancing between him and the kids. I knew my role as a parent, but had more of an involved approach to keep the house in order. This created a relaxed atmosphere around the house, but things always seemed to get done. Perhaps this is why Julie left him and found the attraction to me, which is another story.

Hugs, touches and kind word were normal, and became commonplace even as the kids went through their teen years. It was always an appropriate action, and seemed to be enjoyed by all. Humor and even silliness were encouraged and laughter was music that filled our home. And it was almost uncommon to see a teen boy or girl hugging a parent, so Julie and I felt pleased whenever either Jason or Mandy would throw an arm around our shoulder or give us a peck on the cheek for no reason. Life gets too heavy, too often and too fast as I knew from my own childhood.

Mealtime was always an event. I enjoyed cooking as my form of relaxation after a hard day at the office, and the various delicacies was often anticipated by the Julie and the kids. But mealtime was more than food. They all knew it, and in fact gave me a gourmet apron on Fathers Day last year as a way to celebrate future meals on a regular basis. It was normally 7 or 8PM before I could unwind a little, throw on my apron and get to business in the kitchen. Julie would often take care of the bills during this time, and the kids would finish their homework and catch a shower before dinner. Quite often as it was late in the evening, we would eat dinner dressed in our pajamas, robes, or for the girls, their nightgowns. Nobody thought anything of it, nor made mention. This became our leisure time to talk and share the day's events and emotions. It was a safe place and discussion on just about any topic was encouraged.

Personally, I enjoyed the camaraderie, and simple times at the table. This event often extending into the evening with dinner, dessert and on weekends, the occasional table game. As the kids matured, the dinners continued, but took on a different dimension as conversation was more often along an adult context. We still often had pajamas or loungewear, and Jason would wear his boxer which in this day and age is perfectly acceptable. Julie and I still wore pajamas or a robe and Mandy would wear a youthful gown or printed nightshirt that extended beyond her panties. It was fun and sexy in an innocent sort of way.

Julie and I noticed that for the past couple of years, that Jason and Mandy had been trying out their new expressions of emotions on each of us. Jason would playfully flirt openly with Julie, and Mandy would seek my attention and approval. Conversations became more personal for each of us as well. Jason would talk to me about "guy stuff" but when it came to intimate feelings on how a woman felt or what she expected from a guy, Julie shared that he would turn to her for advice. Mandy on the other hand was not as verbal about her emotions but sought from me more of a physical approval of her attractiveness as a young woman. Occasionally, I had the feeling that she was in competition with her mother for my time and attention. I suppose this in normal development for a woman and daughter. She would ask me to do small favors for her that I knew she had the time and ability to do, and stand by attentively as I completed the task. Each time rewarding me with a hug or nuzzle and kiss, then off she would go.

Friday nights were "Date Nights" for Julie and me. This became a weekly ritual that the kids expected and respected. Our dates were at home and involved a romantic dinner alone by candlelight. The kids would eat first then go downstairs to the family room to watch TV, or to their respective bedroom which was also conveniently situated downstairs. Julie at the time was, and still is, a very attractive petite 40 something year old, with long dark brown hair and pert breasts. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. I enjoyed the view as much as the meal.

Our dinners would often be followed by a sexy soft-porn "R" movie in our bedroom or the occasional XXX movie. But our evenings would always lead to very satisfying lovemaking. Sometimes we would have raging hot passionate sex, in several different positions including toys and anal. Or a long slow screw leading up to a sweaty and exhausting orgasm.

As the years passed and the kids became more accustomed to our "dates" and we often dressed in loungewear that we normally would not have on when the kids were around. Julie would wear a sexy (oftentimes sheer) negligee to the table and I would wear silk pajamas. In the summer, the attire became even less as I would wear only the bottoms or silk boxers, and Julie would wear a short sexy nightgown or silk short wrap. Although the kids were not there for the dinner, something would inevitably come up requiring our attention and they would come in to the dining room to talk with us, and then leave shortly thereafter. Julie, being their mom, was comfortable with her body around the kids and knew that the room was dimly lit, so if she was wearing something sheer or open, she would not cover when Mandy came in. If it was Jason, and she was wearing something sheer she would discretely position her body or hold a hand across her breast until he left. On occasion, or depending on how much wine was had consumed, she was even less concerned about Jason seeing her body. Although his conversations were short and to the point, I saw Jason's curious gaze moving down from her face on occasion, momentarily appreciating the view of Julie's breasts covered only by sheer fabric, or the rise and roundness of her cleavage open to the waist and barely concealed by the silk wrap. . Thinking back, I think she felt a certain thrill of confidence being admired at by a young man; even it was her handsome son.

Mandy on occasion came up in her nightgown or robe, freshly showered with her long brushed honey blonde hair laying loose over her shoulders, simply needing only to interrupt long enough to give a goodnight kiss to each of us. I enjoyed her smell of soap and perfume filling my senses, and soft silky hair brushing my face and shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek before lightly prancing off to bed.

Early one recent Friday evening, Jason was working at his part time job at a local restaurant, and Mandy downstairs preparing to go out with friends. Julie was taking a leisurely bath and I had already showered and changed into silk pajama bottoms for the balmy summer evening. I went downstairs to tell Mandy goodnight and that we were about to start preparations for our meal, which is commonly known in our house as the secret signal that Julie and I want to be alone upstairs. As I turned from the base of the stairs toward the family room, I called out Mandy s name to see where she was. Hearing her reply, I followed the sound of her voice and began my conversation even before I saw her. I was surprised to see Mandy standing casually in the family room facing the full length mirror brushing her hair. She was wearing only a loose fabric skirt, completely naked from the waist up. As a family, we were comfortable in nightwear or minimal attire, but nudity was not normal except for the unexpected surprise encounter. On those occasions, it was brief and hands came up to modestly cover what they could before a calm departure could be made.

As I had announced by arrival, this was certainly not a surprise encounter for Mandy and she made no effort to conceal her nakedness. She stood there and kept brushing her hair making casual conversation with me, as if this was routine. I suppose, I would not have been so taken off guard, if she had a reaction similar to mine. We were all comfortable with our casual and often times limited attire, and although we taught them that the human body was beautiful and nudity was nothing to be ashamed of, we kept it private.

At first, I looked her in the eye trying to remember what I was saying, and to prevent from seeming flustered, but to no avail. She kept talking and brushing her hair in long slow strokes, and turned from the profile to face me, still making no effort to cover her breasts. My gaze lowered to her full and round breasts perched high on her youthful body, and the words began to fail. I stammered though my sentence letting her know we were about to start our evening and wishing her a good night. My mind was racing and thoughts were a jumble. Here I was standing only 10 feet away from this beautiful young woman, my step-daughter, with her bare breasts in full view. I was torn between making a graceful exit and finding something else to say so that I could stay longer. Rational thoughts overtook passion, and I wished her a good night with her friends before heading toward the stairs. She wished us a good night in return and stood there with the casual gentle smile on her face as I left the room.

My legs were like rubber and my mind was still racing, replaying the vision over a hundred times before I reached the top of the stairs. I poured myself a full glass of red wine which was nearly empty in the five minutes that passed before I heard the front door close with Mandy's departure. Simultaneously, Julie walked down from the hall into the kitchen with her hair piled up in ringlets, wearing only a sheer camisole and smelling of lilac. I stood in the kitchen as she approached, awaiting the gentle embrace of my wife, hoping that would bring me back to reality. As I felt her soft full body embrace against mine, I was suddenly aware of half -erect penis strained against the fabric of my pajamas. I wondered if it was like that for Mandy. No doubt, it was. Julie, unaware of the events only five minutes earlier, offered a devilish grin and throaty groan as she kissed me deeply and pushed her hips into my obviously hardening penis. "Appetizer? For me?" she inquired as she held her hips firmly against mine and squirmed slightly. I was with Julie, feeling her body and looking into her eyes, but my mind was still playing the vision of Mandy's beauty. I decided to go with the moment hoping to avoid any appearance of distraction thereby arousing her suspicions, and continued kissing and playing around.

After a few minutes of our hot interlude, we moved to the couch to savor our wine, knowing that we had the entire evening, and the house to ourselves. As we talked about our nasty plans for the evening, I admired the lovely view of my wife seated beside me. Julie had her hand in the opening of my pajamas and was stroking my still hard penis. She took a sip of wine, swallowed, and lowered her head into my lap. She pulled open the flap allowing my penis to stand up through the opening, and then placed her soft warm lips over the tip of my penis. She moved her head slightly, never taking in more than the tip. She continued for about a minute until I leaked my wetness onto her lips. She sat up without speaking and kissed me deeply on the lips. I could taste the combination of wine mixed with her saliva and my pre-come. "That is the appetizer I was referring to" she said as she stood and shifted the camisole back into position. I could have passed on dinner right then, but again knew that we had all evening. "Pace yourself" I kept repeating in my mind as I thought about the evening ahead.

The gas BBQ was started on the upstairs deck just before my episode downstairs with Mandy, and I knew it would be more than ready for the marinating steaks, purchased just for this event. I knew I was more than ready... for anything. Thoughts of Mandy flashed into my mind without warning several times that evening, but I was able to put the event in perspective and enjoy the time with Julie.

Dinner and dessert were wonderful and the evening was progressing well. We moved from the dining room to the bedroom accompanied by another fresh bottle of wine. We have a large bedroom and an entertainment center situated within viewing of our bed. We often watch movies in bed and on occasions such as this, enjoy a good XXX movie. There are lots of raunchy stupid fuck films, but if you take the time, it is possible to find a good one, well made, and even with a plot. I knew that Julie, while maintaining a virtuous public image, enjoyed getting very nasty regularly in private. She was not interested in sharing our sex life with others and had not expressed any desire to pursue sex outside of our relationship. However, she had a very active and diverse sexual fantasy life. We have talked about the possibility of a threesome (male or female), and even a sexual encounter with Mandy or Jason, but only playfully at the fantasy level to enhance our sex-life.

Julie was HOT tonight and I knew that she need no encouragement, but again, we were savoring the evening. The movie was so sexy and fortunately well made. It was about a sheik and his unfaithful wife, whom he caught in the act with her lover and second man. Julie liked that fantasy. On more than one occasion she spoke of it when she used a dildo in her pussy, while I did her in the ass. I suppose it is a common male fantasy to have a threesome with your wife and another man. One fantasy and even possibility that I had considered but never suggested. The movie continued with the banishment of the unfaithful wife and his succession of harem girls to somehow satisfy the sheik for his wife's unfaithfulness.

We undressed during the movie and continued our foreplay as it progressed from scene to scene. We touched, sucked and fucked our way for the next two hours, ending up in a tumble of wet sheets. Our bodies were sticky from our own juices and those we shared. After laying there for a while, kissing and caressing softly as the embers of our passion cooled, Julie excused herself to refresh in the bathroom. We did our best to straighten the sheets, and then went outside to the spa on the deck for one last nightcap. It was nearly midnight when we came back in, walking naked across the deck and through the house toward our bedroom.

Julie went on to bed and I took the empty glasses into the kitchen. As I passed though the kitchen, I thought I saw the lights go on downstairs then off again only a moment later. I knew Jason would be at the restaurant until after closing at 2AM, and figured Mandy was home and now in bed. The vision was trigger again, causing an instant and slight stirring in my groin now that sufficient time had passed, and I was rested and refreshed. I took one quick glance down the stairway to make sure it was clear, and then walked naked down the hall to our bedroom. As I approached from the hall, I could see the glow of candlelight.

Julie was still warm from the spa and was covered only by a cotton sheet pulled up to her waist. Her dark hair and exposed tanned breasts contrasting against the white cotton sheets made for a welcome sight when I entered the room. I slipped into bed next to her and kissed her, cupping and caressing a breast and swollen nipple in my right hand. Her free hand was soft stroking my penis, bringing me fully erect.

While in our embrace, I heard a creak from the hall and thought perhaps Mandy was coming to our room at the end of the hall. She often stopped in to say goodnight whenever the door is still open. I looked toward the hall and did not see any lights on, but heard the soft padding of bare feet on the carpet signaling her approach. Mandy appeared in the doorway illuminated by only the soft flickering candlelight. She hesitated for a moment, realizing that we were only partially covered, but did not turn away as if seeking permission to enter. Perhaps she emboldened by our earlier encounter. Julie offered a welcoming greeting to Mandy and laid back on the pillow. She casually pulled the sheet up high enough to barely cover her breasts as if to invite Mandy to enter. We laughed softly when Mandy said she was sorry for interrupting but thought it was ok to come see us since the door was open. She was wearing a short summer cotton robe, with a small floral print and lace around the edges. Her hair was loose and over her shoulders.

Mandy first made her way over to her mom, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to hug and kiss her good night. They talked briefly about Mandy's evening, and then she stood and made her way over to my side of the bed. Julie was still holding my penis under the covering sheet and had stopped stroking with Mandy's arrival, but gave a soft squeeze from time to time. The loose sheet would have done little to conceal my erection but fortunately Julies arm tented the sheet sufficient to hide the outline.

Mandy stopped beside the bed and looked at me, then toward her mom and then back to me again still without speaking. Instead of kissing me, she stood there in a moment in awkward silence. I was on laying face up propped on my elbows, with Julie now lying on her side, facing towards me pressing her nakedness against me under the sheets. Julie was aware of my discomfort and I believed somewhat amused knowing that she was holding my penis without Mandy's knowledge. It was a cruel game, as if she was getting away with something at my expense (and obvious pleasure).

Julie was keenly aware of the awkward silence and called Mandy's name to get her attention. Julie, leaned into me, placed her head on my chest and resumed her stroking, her hand traveling the length of my erection under the sheets. Mandy leaned forward and did not kiss me but pulled my head gently toward her, placing the side of my face in the valley of her breasts. Her robe remained closed but I could clearly feel the warmth and softness though the thin cotton fabric. Her free hand stroked the back of my head gently. I looked at Julie and her expression was one of smoldering passion and without reservation, seemingly not discouraging the shared gentle embrace. She slid her leg over mine and gained a firmer grasp on me, her movement allowing the sheet to fall exposing her breasts again.

Mandy's hand moved down to the base of my neck, then over my shoulder, stopping in the middle of my chest. I felt her fingers hesitantly toying with the hair on my chest, then moving lower under my arm and around my chest, gently encouraging me to lie back fully. As I slid back she took a seated position on the bed and pulled her hands back to the tie of her robe. She slowly pulled the loosely knotted belt and continued pulling until the robe opened and slid from her shoulders into a crumpled heap. Julie's rhythm slowed, then stopped but she did withdraw her hand. Her breathing deepened and I could feel the slow motion of her hips grinding into the side of my leg, welcoming and encouraging the advances of her daughter. Mandy, still seated leaned forward pressing her nakedness into my chest and kissed me deeply on the lips. Her tongue was snaking around my mouth teasing my tongue and lips. Her hair was falling across my face and shoulders, covering me in a shroud of perfumed silkiness.


She rose only slightly as I felt Julie lifting the sheets allowing Mandy to enter and lay the entire length of her body on my nakedness. Mandy was motionless on top of me, her lips lingering on mine, and Julie was fully pressed against my left side, her free arm behind Mandy encircling and sealing our embrace. Mandy raised her head, kissed her mother on the lips. I turned slightly to enjoy a mutual kiss and dance of three flickering tongues. Julie raised and pulled the sheets completely off the bed, then approached Mandy from behind.

Julie laid her body on Mandy's back and caressed her sides from shoulders to hips, lingering on the softness of Mandy's breasts and full hips. She was kissing Mandy on the back and neck, while I kissed her face. Mandy began to flex her hips signaling the desire to have me enter her. Julie rose again and positioned herself between Mandy's legs, spreading her own wetness on Mandy's swollen pussy, then to my erection.

Julie's hand guided me into Mandy, and then she resumed her position at my side, still looking deeply into my eyes. We moved together and I looked back and forth between mother and daughter as Mandy's pace began to quicken. Mandy closed her eyes and shuddered, her whole body as one single quivering muscle until the orgasm began to subside. As I had come twice earlier this evening with Julie, my orgasm was fatefully delayed so Mindy could enjoy herself fully. This was repeated again until she fell onto me fully exhausted and satisfied. Mandy kissed us both again deeply, rolled over to my right side opposite Julie. I looked at Julie and she had the look of "well done". We laid there with arms and legs intertwined, still without one word spoken, and drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
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Dinner-Dessert, No Reservations CH. 01-02

Postby AlinaHARRIS » Sun Mar 31, 2013 9:13 am
Dinner-Dessert, No Reservations Ch. 02



Sometimes things... just happen.

Mike awoke early on a late December Saturday morning. His body still, his eyes closed, his mind fully engaged with the events of the previous evening. "Now is not the time for reservations" he thought. "Regrets? Perhaps. But, reservations are withheld for the moments prior to action. It's too late for that now. The deed is done. And, what have I done?" he thought. Still oblivious to his immediate surroundings, Mike's mind played back the night's events, the talk, the teasing, the taunt and the act. He had sex with his daughter, with his wife in the same bed. "Maybe if I just lie here, I can go back to sleep, wake up and find out it was only a dream." His thoughts continued, "A very good dream, but perhaps a very bad reality."

Mike thoughts were interrupted by the gentle touch of fingertips lazily grazing across his face, his neck and settling down onto his chest. Mike kept his eyes closed and feigned sleep. For the first time in his married life, Mike had to wonder who was touching him. "Is it Mandy or his wife Julie?" he thought. Thinking back to last night, when he fell asleep, Mandy was on his right and Julie on his left. But now in the early stages of awakening, he was unaware who was still remained in the bed with him.

Mike's mind kicked into gear, "You better face facts like a man" he told himself, and stirred, letting his senses come back to life. He opened his eyes and saw Julie to his left, lying on her side with an arm extended across his chest, fingers still toying with his short curly hairs. Mike looked into her eyes. "Good Morning" she offered, but no more.

Her familiar expression was that of soft sexiness, open and easy. "Good Morning to you" as he kissed her soft, but closed lips. "She's asleep in her room now. We both got up and talked about an hour ago." Julie said, more as a matter of fact. Mike looked behind Julie on the nightstand and saw two cups of steaming coffee, evidence of Julie's earlier awakening and recent return. "She's is fine with what happened, and would like to talk with you when the time is right. I'm fine too, in case you are concerned." Julie offered again. Mike listened, letting Julie talk more. "You know," she said as she moved in closer against Mike, "Neither you nor I planned it. Sure we talked, but it was always fantasy. We talk about fantasies all the time, and knowing that we are just talking is what makes it fun."

Julie continued on as Mike's conscience eased more, "It was her idea. Mandy told me this morning that you never tried anything with her before, not that she wouldn't have objected, mind you. But last night, it was her fantasy that came to life, not ours. How bizarre." Julie said with a puzzled expression, and added "but what a perfect night it was. Something that could never have been planned or pursued by us. Not in a million years." Mike relaxed a little more with each word Julie spoke.

"Julie." Mike finally spoke, "We've had our fun together as a couple, play-acting our fantasies, and the loving has been so good. And I've been faithful to you all these years, without any urge to wander. So, now what? And even more what does this mean to us, our family? I mean, things are obviously different now. I ... I made love to Mandy. I can't believe I said that, and even more, you don't seem to be upset. Are you?"

Julie took a slow deep breath, and after a short silence replied, "To answer your last question first, no. No, Mike. I'm not upset. Even though it was something I never expected, it was beautiful, and we did it together. Mike, nobody tricked us or forced us to do this. We were all very willing, including Mandy... and me." She took another deep breath as if the air was fuel for her thoughts and continued, "I believe you have been faithful to me all these years, as you have never given me reason to suspect otherwise. And yes, it means a lot to me. Even in view of the simple fact alone, that you made love to another woman, Mandy. But for some reason, it seems different, being there, being involved. I certainly don't want this to be the catalyst to send you off on your quest to get laid by every willing beautiful woman, and hope you don't feel that way."

Julie stopped as if waiting for a confirming reply, but continued self-assuredly knowing in her heart that Mike was in complete agreement. "Mike, I'm fine, and Mandy is fine with this. If anything, she felt like the one who had stepped over the boundary, as if she seduced you. Sure, you could have stopped her, but then again, I could have objected too. No, it's very clear that once this got started, we all wanted to continue."

Mike wanted to comment, but realized that Julie's thought was not complete. He waited as she spoke "Mike, I don't know if this will ever happen again, or if it should. But I don't know. I don't know if I want it to be a one single event. Sure I realize that what I'm saying may be of a surprise to you, but I really enjoyed it. I would even take it further... with Mandy... with you... and oh my god, possibly even with Jason." Mike stirred and started to harden as she continued, "It was really exciting, really hot and I'm still very aroused by what happened and by what might possibly happen again. I'm not sure where I would hope this to go. But after last night, and after talking with Mandy this morning, I'm more than willing to see what happens, if you know what I mean, and if your thoughts are the same as mine." Julie stopped, her hesitation inviting his reply.

Mike spoke "I'm not sure, Julie. Can we pass this off as a fluke, a one time thing that just happened? I agree, it was very hot and probably the ultimate fantasy for me." He paused in thought to reflect, "You know, we've enjoyed our fantasies recognizing that there is sometimes a fine line, but nonetheless, a definite line between fantasy and reality. We have always been aware of that line and committed to never crossing it, for good reason. Sometimes it is because we really don't want to do something, because it really isn't our nature, and sometimes it is to protect us and those we love. I agree. This will definitely change the nature of my, and our, relationship with Mandy. And that doesn't even bring Jason into the picture. Where does this end? I'm not upset, just curious now that we crossed."

Julie toyed with his chest hairs some more, leaned closer and kissed him again on the lips, parting hers ever so slightly. Mike reacted favorably inviting another kiss, his lips apart and tongue extended to meet hers. Julie braced her arm against his chest and slid her body over stopping completely on top of him without breaking their kiss. "Somebody liked our discussion" she whispered as she spread her legs and pushed into his hardening penis. "Mm hmm" was all that Mike could reply as he was nuzzling her neck and capturing an earlobe in his teeth. Mikes kisses returned to her mouth, wet tongues exploring. The palms of his hands were moving across her nipples, barely making contact then moving to the swell of the sides of her breasts, his favorite playground.

Mikes hands moved down to her hips, and firmly but gently pushed, entering her completely. Julie held his penis inside her, savoring the fullness, then began rhythmic rocking motion. They broke their kiss and looked deeply into each others eyes, continuing the slow rhythm of their loving. "We are okay" Mike said. Julie nodded; her sultry bedroom eyes expressed the unspoken level of her passion for him.

Julie pulled up into a seated position and changed from a rocking to a circular movement of her hips. Mike was now actively touching her breasts, from time to time tugging on the nipples which Julie thoroughly enjoyed. She took her free hand and slid it between her legs, gathering her moistness from his shaft, and then returning it to her clit. She could feel the sensation of him deep inside her, which was enhanced even more by her seated position and the direct stimulation of her fingers on her clit. She was ready before they even started to make love, but enjoyed the extra sensations driving her over the edge. Julie closed her eyes, clenched her thighs together and arched her back letting the waves of pleasure wash over.

Julie, aware that Mike had not yet come, wanted to ensure that he fully enjoyed himself. She also wanted to offer assurance that recent events did not alter her feelings for him. She leaned forward and kissed him, raising her hips away from his. Julie could feel his cum combined with her wetness as the morning air cooled it slightly on the outer lips of her pussy. Gravity did its work allowing glimmering strands of moisture, like silk threads connecting their sex, to extend from her pussy to his cock. Mike was fully aware of her destination and intentions as Julie began the downward trek, kissing first his chest, lingering on his nipples. Then moved across his stomach, pausing only a breath away from his cock. She paused for a moment letting the warmth of her breath bathe the tip of his cock, the opened her lips taking in only the tip at first.

Julie moved her head only slightly, leaving her lips sealed around him and swirling her tongue. Then ever so slightly, she pushed her lips over his shaft, stopping only when she had him fully in her mouth. Julie held him there and with her free hand caressed his balls. Her hand rode up the slickened shaft as she pulled her head back and forth much to Mike's pleasure. Julie thought back, remembering that before Mike, she only gave head a couple of times and not really to her enjoyment. And, she never let anyone cum in her moth before Mike. Their loving was special, and Mike always treated her like his lover, returning the mutual physical pleasures. She enjoyed this, and the taste his cum, which she always swallowed. Julie kept the motion as she had the brief thought, then returned her attention to the task at "at hand" if you will.

She kept her mouth over the upper half and wrapped her hands completely around his shaft, steadily pumping him until she felt the initial surges. She slowed ever so slightly and took his cum, feeling the sweet juice throughout her mouth. She swallowed and opened her mouth allowing the last remnants to spill across him. Julie looked up at Mike and straddled him again, then lowered her face to his. She kissed his mouth allowing their combined wetness to spread across his face. Mike didn't mind tasting his cum when she kissed him afterward, and she found that pleasing. "Some guys want the head, but have a thing about their own cum, but not Mike." "Just another reason why I love this guy so much." Then reflected "He was so tender and patient with Mandy last night. He is such a good lover. I want him again... and soon"

They both giggled like young lovers and kissed some more. Even though Mike's cock had begun to soften, Julie still rubbed her pussy against him. She didn't mind that he wasn't hard, it still felt good, and continued her previous thought of last night. They laid there and enjoyed the afterglow for a few more minutes.

"I'm ready if you are" Mike finally announced, and grabbed his coffee and a robe before heading down the hall. Julie admired his confidence and ability to face this new adventure. She freshened up in the bathroom before joining Mike in the kitchen nook. It was still early to be up on a Saturday, only 7:30. Julie settled in next to Mike on the wicker loveseat in the kitchen. He appeared to be in thought, content, but obviously lost in his thoughts looking outside toward the morning light. Dust sparkled in the rays of light streaming though the kitchen window. Mike placed his hand on Julies lap, parted her robe only slightly so he could feel his skin against hers, in a sensitive and non-sexual sort of way.

He took a sip of coffee. The corners of his mouth wrinkled as he grinned accentuating the morning growth of whiskers. Still looking toward the window, Mike finally spoke again, "It's peaceful isn't it?" Julie nodded in agreement, and placed her hand over his on her thigh, both now looking off into the distance at something that wasn't really there.

Perhaps it was their stirring in the kitchen that awoke Mandy. She awoke and lay motionless in bed, much as her father had only an hour earlier. Her body still, eyes closed and she too remembering the night's events. She could hear the muffled voices of her mom and dad, but had no idea what was being said. She was relieved that it sounded like normal conversation, slow and steady as she usually heard. She reached down and felt the puffy moistness of her lips, and smiled. She did want it to happen, she too had not planned for it to happen, but when the opportunity was there and the moment was right, she REALLY wanted it to happen. She knew her mom had no idea of her yearning and attraction to her dad. She herself did not know it was to be more than a daughter's fantasy.

Mandy was a virgin until last night . And was, in a strange sort of way, relieved that her father was her first, and with the encouragement of her mother . It was beautiful.

Mandy wasn't quite sure what the morning would bring. But knew that she had to face it sooner or later, so she might as well do it boldly. "What the hell. What can I do? I mean, what do I have to hide now?" She pondered.

Mandy thought about what to wear, or not. "No" she thought, "I've had enough boldness for one day, brushed her hair and slipped on a long nightshirt before heading barefoot into the kitchen.

She walked up behind her parents, where they now sat quietly, still contentedly looking outside. Mandy leaned over the back of the loveseat, kissed her mom then her dad. Both reached up to lightly and lovingly caress her face. She moved around the loveseat then sat across from them in the big empty wicker peacock chair. The chair was white with a thick floral cushion. She always thought of it as her throne when she was younger, and would sit in every morning, dangling her feet, surveying her kingdom and everything in it. Now fully grown, her feet reached the floor as she sat fully in the chair. She placed her hands on the curved arms of the chair and looked toward her parents. She was please to see the tender look on their faces, and enjoyed the seemingly peaceful silence of the morning. That was a good sign.

Mandy spoke first, "Dad... well, I know you are my step-dad, but to me you're my "dad" in the daily sense. Please don't say a word yet, because there are some things I want to say to you. I love you. You are my dad first. I don't really know what happened last night, but I am not ashamed, not even a little. Perhaps I should be, but I'm not. I thought it was beautiful, and would do it all over again. I had always wondered what my first time would be like, and have heard lots of stories about impatient and uncaring guys just wanting to get laid. I didn't want that. I wanted it to be good, to be special. And it was. I see how much you love and care for mom, and how you treat her, like nobody ever has before. I have always wanted to be with a man like you, especially for my first time. I didn't really plan for it to be with you, it just happened. I don't know what else to say."

Mike looked at Julie and sat back deeper into the loveseat, "Mandy, your mom and I talked about this already today, and we didn't really come up with any thoughts of how to handle it, or what affect it will have on our relationship. But it isn't something we can't ignore, or pretend it didn't happen." Mike continued, "You're right, it was very good, in more ways than just a physical sense. I mean, we already have a bond, a relationship that I value very much. And I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that. I hope last nights events didn't harm it. It was unexpected and certainly not something we want to be publicly announced. So I hope you can appreciate that." Mandy nodded, and Julie picked up the conversation, "We did talk about this it this morning, and both agree that it was a beautiful thing, although not acceptable to most of the public, and certainly not something we would encourage in our house before today. However, it was good and that bring its own set of problems. We can't undo what has been done, and my concern too is how it will affect our relationship here and now, and in the future."

Mandy looked puzzled by the "future" comment, and Julie went on to elaborate, " one of the reasons we always told you and your brother to wait until you knew in your heart that you were ready for a physical relationship is that sex is good, really good in many ways. I remember the first time I had sex, and knew how I wanted it again... soon. My boyfriend and I were at it every chance we had. This brings me to my next thought. Jeff is not your boyfriend; he is your (step) dad and my husband. I get the opportunity to claim him as my own. I know that what happened last night was good, and I encouraged and participated in the heat of the moment. I have some regrets this morning too for my own actions. However, it was really a very sexy experience..." Julie hesitated and added "and something I might like to do again... if we all agreed and the conditions were right." Mike drew a quick breath at Julie's suggestion and looked back and forth between Julie and Mandy.

Mandy looked wide-eyed at her mom and dad, and spoke after a deep breath. "Really? What do you mean?" Julie looked at Mike seeming to seek some kind of a comment or

objection, and went on to explain, "As I said, once I had my fist taste of sex, I wanted more. I'm not proposing that we repeat this again right here and now, but if I had my choice, I would rather do what we did to satisfy your need, than have you go out and just get laid for sex sake and use or get used by some body who doesn't care about you.. Sex is good, but relationship is more important to me. Like I said, this is all new territory for me and I'm not sure how we are going to move ahead, if we do, but at least I want all of our cards on the table, agreed?" Mike and Mandy nodded in agreement. "And then there is the issue of Jason, which we'll figure out how or if he will be made aware of what is going on. I don't want any surprises. But that is another issue for another day."

"I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by all of this, and it will take some time to digest." Mike said, and then took a long thoughtful sip of his coffee. "As long as everybody is okay, I think we can reasonably expect to pick up the conversation at another time, after our thoughts have settled." "I don't know about you two, but I have worked up a tremendous hunger. Breakfast anyone?" and he headed to the cabinet, pulled out two skillets, then turned to open the refrigerator and began his rummaging.

It was now after 10:00. Julie and Mandy both said they would like a shower and headed to their respective bathrooms. Mike turned on the radio and started his usual Saturday farmer's breakfast. The girls were both familiar with his Saturday routine, and knew that they would have plenty of time for a shower before breakfast.

Mike was busily cooking. A fresh pot of coffee was on, and bacon was dancing on the griddle when he heard footsteps headed toward the kitchen. "Too soon for the girls" he thought, and suspected it must be Jason, "oh well, here goes." Typical guy greeting, "Hey Jason" "Hey" came Jason's reply with only one eye open barely enough to negotiate the kitchen. Jason was wearing boxer shorts and a loose wrinkled T shirt. He leaned over the griddle, sniffed, raised his eyebrows and opened both eyes signaling a nerve actually fired in his brain, signally his awakening... kind of.


Making small talk, Mike asked "What time did you get in?" "4:30. Went to a friends house after work. It was fun, but I'm tired. " Jason poured a cup of coffee, added hazelnut creamer to the brim and sat on the loveseat without spilling a drop. He closed his eyes, and sat quietly, letting the sun warm his feet. He held the coffee in his lap, still not having taken a sip yet. Then by some great feat of accomplishment, brought the mug to his lips and took a long slow draw of coffee, holding the mug to his lips long after he finished drinking. "Oh yeah, good" he said "That's what I needed." Mike remembered his younger days and late nights, slow mornings. Mike and Jason got along well and enjoyed their male companionship.

Suddenly, thoughts of earlier events and conversations crept back into Mike's thoughts. "What would he say about all of this? What will he think of me? Of his sister and his mom?" Mike wondered. "We'll just take this one step at a time, and keep it cool. It will most likely come out sooner or later, but only when the time is right."

Julie was the first to return to the kitchen, and Mike could sense some uneasiness or awkwardness on her part in the presense of Jason. "Good morning" she announced and kissed Jason on the top of his head. Julie was dressed in jeans and a loose sweatshirt, typical Saturday attire. I smiled at her when she looked my way, and her eyes took on her usual sparkle. She was so sexy, even in work clothes. "Christmas is past and I want to get the decorations down before New Years. I have to go back to work on the 3rd and don't want to be rushed. It's been quite a holiday so far, and I plan to enjoy the rest of it at my leisure. Any volunteers?" she inquired. Jason closed both eyes again hoping that she would see how tired he was (or wanted to appear) and thereby avoid the encounter of denial to his mom. "You don't work tonight do you Jason? Jeff is helping and I bet that once you get some more coffee and food in your belly, you'll have plenty of energy, you handsome strong young man." "Flattery will get you nowhere" he responded and snickered acknowledging his acceptance of her request. Jason and Julie got along very well, and in spite of his obvious foot-dragging" he always came though for her. I suppose he didn't want to make it seem like he was too easy.

Mandy bounced into the kitchen, fresh and clean, with an unusual glow, and Jason started his usual brotherly banter. Julie came over to me and buried her face against my chest to conceal the laughter as she listened to their skillful "trash-talk". She usually listened for a minute, and then would tell them to knock it off, before going in the other room to laugh. This time, she was high on the moment and let it continue until her laughter couldn't be concealed any longer. It was funny because they stopped on their own, once they knew it wasn't bothering her. "Oh well, breakfast is ready if the entertainment is over.

They all served up generous portions and took their place at the table. Small talk continued about the coming day's events. Jason and Mandy said that they didn't have any plans for the evening and neither one was working, and suggested that we do something together after the decorations are down. Julie suggested take-out pizza as an alternative to all the recent heavy holiday meals, and maybe a movie. The suggestion was unanimously approved.

As it just so happened, Julie and Jason stayed inside to take down the tree and table decorations. Mike was outside on the roof taking down the holiday lights, and Mandy was below boxing them as they came down. Mike and Mandy worked well together, making occasional routine small-talk. It was apparent that they were both pondering the previous evening's event, but although it wasn't discussed specifically, they seemed to be at ease with this development. Mike was re-assured by Mandy's warm smile whenever he brought another armload of lights down the ladder and stood close to her.

Several hours later, Julie called out to Mike and asked him if they were about done. Mike and Mandy were in the garage putting away the last of the boxes and did not hear Julie. Julie threw on a coat and walked out to the garage. As she approached, she had a strange passing thought, knowing that Mike and Mandy were alone. "No, don't even go there" she thought. She found them and laughed at her reaction. Julie was as floor level handing boxes to Mike. He stood on a ladder, placing the boxes neatly way on the upper shelf, where they would gather dust for another ten months, only to reverse the process again.

"Hey guys, you about done" she hollered. Mandy turned and smiled, the cold winter air bringing redness to her cheeks, her breath visible in the cold. "Yeah," Mike said, "but we're just about frozen. Would you ask Jason to start a fire before we come in? It sure would feel good." "Okay" said Julie "We're done inside and Jason is finally taking a shower. He should be out soon. I'll get him right on it, while I go get the pizza."

Mike looked at his watch. It showed 5:30. "Just now taking his shower?" Mike said and looked at Mandy. She shrugged her shoulders and said "If Jason had his way he would lounge around in his boxers all day." Mike shook his head and thought, "What a life. Oh to be young again". Mike and Mandy finished and put away the ladders then, put his arm around Mandy quite innocently. Mandy snuggled into mike's warmth as the pair headed back to the house.

Jason was starting the fire as they entered. Although he did take a shower, he didn't get dressed. Instead he was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a fresh printed T-Shirt, which for a day like today was acceptable to Mike. Mandy said she was freezing and wanted to get into some warm cozy clothes for the evening. Mike thought it was a good idea too and followed suit changing into a pair of sweats and his old favorite college sweatshirt.

Julie returned with a movie and two medium pizzas of differing toppings to their respective preferences. A perfect plan for a Saturday night. As expected, the movie was a "chick-flick". She was so predictable and they knew that given the choice, she would have it no other way. Julie noticed the casual attire and said that she would like to get into something more comfortable as well. When she returned, they were all gathered in the den with re-warmed pizza on paper plates, including one for Julie. The movie was queued up awaiting her return.

Julie was wearing what appeared to be a mid length gown and gathered robe, nothing special and not too revealing. Jason started the movie, and from time to time, Mike could see him still stealing glances of Julie. The move wasn't really a chick-flick" as they all suspected. Instead it was a romantic drama with plenty of intrigue and a fair amount of nudity. The story line was good and the occasional nudity kept the interest of all.

The pizzas and 2-liter of pop were gone and well before the movie was over it was time for the necessary "potty-break", a family movie tradition. Jason paused the movie and made a dash for the bathroom. Julie readily agreed with the idea of a break, but wanted to have everyone help clean up first, just something she had to do.

Mike and Julie took advantage of the break and went to their room to freshen up after eating. As they made small talk in privacy, Julie volunteered that Jason indeed wore his boxers all day while they worked. She said that his bulge was a little more than evident at times, and she couldn't help but steal admiring glances. She asked "Mike, do I suddenly feel different about Jason because of last night? Neither of us did anything unusual today, but there seemed to be a sexual tension in the air." Mike dismissed her thoughts, and said "Perhaps you are still turned on from last night, and that kind of energy is evident to people, even if you're not trying. I think maybe you were just noticing that he notices you, and looks at you. I've seen him looking at you. I suppose it's normal to find it hard to resist looking at a very beautiful woman. Sometimes you just need to accept the moment" and with that he walked up behind her and pressed against her butt". " Oooo... .That feels mighty fine mister, is that a pack of lifesavers in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" And with that, she spun and playfully slapped him on the arm reminding him to" Behave, or they may wander what we are up to."

Mike noticed that Julie had taken off her robe. He wondered if it was intentional. He thought about items she had worn before. Several times, something far more daring in front of Mandy and Jason without even a blush, so why was tonight different. Or is it me" he wondered. Mike left her in the room, poured two glassed of wine. He went to the den, dimmed the lights setting the mood to continue movie. He took his place on the couch. Jason put some more wood on the fire then sat on one couch with Mandy. Julie returned form the kitchen and stood in front of the fire before taking her place on the other sofa next to Mike. "Mom," Mandy giggled while Julie was in front of the fireplace, "I can see right through your nightgown, everything". Mike looked and sure enough, the light of the fire set off a detailed silhouette, showing the outline of her entire body, head to toe. So much so that, as she leaned toward the fire, one could see the clear outline of her breasts and the detail of her the nipples. Mike admired the view for a moment and smiled at her. He then looked toward Mandy and Jason. Mandy was laughing with her hand over her mouth and looking at Jason, Jason was just staring, oblivious to our watching him view his mother's body.

Julie, being the good sport, stood tall, assumed the pose with arms extended and gave a glamour girl twirl before walking back to the couch. "Whoa" was all Jason could say with a smirk, obviously enjoying the view. Mandy elbowed him, starting a new line of banter. Mandy laughed and fake pouted, "Do I have to sit by him?" He has a boner" and burst into uproarious laughter. Jason elbowed her in return and said "That's the nearest you've ever been to one, and probably ever will be".

We all had a healthy laugh, knowing it was all in good fun. Mike had a suddenly uneasy feeling, having the knowledge that Mandy had been very close to a boner. His, not even 24 hours ago. Mike and Julie exchanged knowing glances, looked at Mandy, and then each other again followed by a deep sigh. Mike looked down at Julie and could tell by the nipples further tenting the fabric, that she also had some arousal by the thrill of a recent exposure. The nightgown, while appearing modest initially, was fairly sheer. In fact, even in the light of the fire, Mike could see though it making out the outline of her body and details of her breasts as she sat beside him. Julie pulled her legs up and curled her feet underneath. As he still wondered why she wore it, Julie brought reality to the moment by saying "Well, it's a part of life. I have a body too. You may as well get used to it."

They all resumed their original positions on the sectional love seat/sofa configured in an "L". Mike and Julie were sitting on the on loveseat, facing the TV. The fireplace was situated on the wall to their left. Mandy and Jason were sprawled on the larger sofa section which faced the fire. The TV was slightly to their right. Jason now had a clear view of his mom, illuminated by the light of the nearby roaring fire. He took advantage of the fire light, as Mike observed, watching him take several lingering views of Julie's body barely visible though the sheer fabric of her gown.

Jason hit the remote, turning off the TV as the movie concluded. Although the fire had died down considerably and was only offering a soft flickering glow, it was evident that the accumulating heat brought up the room temperature substantially. Jason commented on the heat and took off his shirt, assuming a more open position on the couch to cool his body. Mike followed suit, and removed his sweatshirt. The four sat in the now dimly lit room discussing the movie, which they all found entertaining and stimulating based on the comments offered.

After a few minutes of easy conversation, Mandy said she wasn't quite ready for their time to be over. She suggested, to the mutual agreement of all, that they make homemade sundaes, and eat them in front of the fire.

It only took a few minutes for the four to pile ice cream, topping and whipped cream with nuts and a cherry into their bowls, and head back to the den. Jason and Mandy arrived first taking their positions on the couch. Julie walked in next and was taking a spoonful of the frozen confection as she approached the couches. Instead of returning to the loveseat, she stood in between Jason and Mandy and with a mouthful of ice cream, motioned with her hand to make room for her. She sat with Mandy on her left and Jason on her right. Mike followed shortly, taking a position between Julie and Mandy.

Side by side they sat with bare feet up on the coffee table, enjoying the warmth of the fire contrasting with the ice cream. Julie was making a show of savoring her last spoonful of now nearly melted ice cream, holding it suspended in front of her open mouth when the spoon tipped spilling much of it onto her chest. She realized that although the ice cream had partially melted, on contact it contrasted with the fire warmed skin of her chest. "Quick. Get it. It's dripping" she squealed and lifted her arms inviting the assistance of anyone nearby. Without hesitation, Jason leaned over and licked the ice cream from the swell between her breasts. "No, it's melting and dripping lower. Get it all" she now giggled at Jason's initial action, pulling open the front of her gown slightly, expecting someone to get a napkin. Instead, Jason returned, placing his right hand on her left hip for stability, and licked further down into her cleavage, swishing his warm tongue back and forth on the now nearly exposed breasts. Julie threw her head back, closed her eyes and laughed wildly as Jason's tongue ventured further. He raised his right hand, cupped her left breast and his mouth found her skin. His lips closed gently over her nipple and his tongue was exploring the nearby soft surrounding skin.

Julie realized that her gown had slid off her shoulders during the playful squirming. She stopped laughing, and also realized that her mood had instantly changed with the first unexpected wave of arousal. She opened her eyes and looked down at Jason who was still caressing and kissing her now fully exposed breasts. Julie lowered her arm and let it rest on Jason's bare shoulders. She delicately caressed the back of his neck, signally her approval and pleasure at his actions. Jason continued for just another moment, and then eased back. Julie casually gathered the gown and pulled it up covering herself. Still no words were spoken.

Julie spoke first, "Thank you kind sir". "My pleasure. Anytime" replied Jason.

"Anytime? So why haven't you done this before?"

"You never asked"

".....And if I had" Julie pressed.

"You'll never know unless you ask".

"Is that an invitation or a dare?" inquired Julie.

"Both." Replied Jason with a devilish grin.

Mandy spoke next "That was.... entertaining". "And stimulating" added Mike.

Julie pointed at the tenting fabric of Jason's pajama bottoms and said" From the looks of things, or should I say THING, I would say stimulating" . She swirled her finger on the fabric covering the tip of Jason's penis, causing it to twitch and grow further.

Julie continued and said to no one "And what should I do with it?"

"What do you want to do with it? I know what I would do" Mandy offered.

Julie looked at Mandy, then Mike and announced like the prod victor "I know what I would do with it. Should I tell you?" She looked at Jason seductively out of the corner of her eye, then towards Mike, who dared her "Show us". Julie sat forward and announced purposefully "I will tell you.... And show you."

With that, Julie knelt in front of Jason, slipped off his pajamas and with one fluid motion pulled her gown over her head. She knelt between his legs wither hands on his mid-thigh. His penis was now fully erect in full view of everyone. "Jason" she paused, "Are you okay with this?". Jason nodded and slid down, reclining further into the couch, offering his penis to her, stopping only inches away from her face. Jason told her that he was awake when Julie came down from their room last night. "We talked, and I'm cool with this. I was hopeful, but just didn't know when or how things would get started.

Mike turned slightly and Mandy scooted forward turning as well pushing her softness into Mikes back. He could feel the heat of her skin pressed firmly into his back, her arms encircling his waist. She was looking over his shoulder, with the side of her face against his. He could fell the heat of her breath on his neck and the silkiness of her hair. His mind momentarily flashed back to a similar sensation only 24 hours ago. Movement caught Mike's attention, and he saw Julie bring her hand to her mouth. She gathered saliva onto the fingertips, and while holding her view into Jason's eyes, brought her hand forward, circling the tip of his penis. Jason hardened further with the single touch. Julie saw the glistening pre-cum emerge as she drew her hand away.

She gathered more saliva and returned. This time wrapping her hand around his shaft and letting it slowly glide down. She repeated it again, only the second time she continued further stopping to caress his balls. She continued caressing him and finally spoke again "I want to taste you, then climb onto your lap and have you fill me".

Jason breathed deep and gave off a big sigh of anticipation. Julie removed her hair clip and shook loose her long naturally curly hair, letting it fall across her shoulders. She again encircled his shaft with her hand, leaned forward and swirled the now wet tip with her free finger, just as she had only moments earlier over the fabric of his pajamas. . She kissed the tip with lips parted slightly. She opened her mouth more extending her tongue as she kissed and licked her way down the side of his shaft leaving ample amounts of saliva before working hr way back the other side to the tip. She stopped, backed away but resumed the stroking with her hand. Julie kept the slow rhythm with her hand, opened her mouth engulfing first the tip, then moving down slightly. She held him for a moment then raised and released the tip leaving connecting silky strands of saliva. Julie closed her eyes and resumed sucking Jason with a vigor that signaled her commitment to continue this adventure.

Meanwhile, Mike could feel Mandy press in harder and could sense her breathing deepening. Mandy lowered her hand into Mikes lap and stroked his fully engorged erection. First over his sweats, then slipping through the loose waistband to feel him. Jason opened his eyes to look at his mom. Jason stoked her hair and the side of her face. God, she was beautiful. Julie returned his gaze.

Jason looked d to his left to see Mandy obviously giving Mike pleasure as well. Mandy was using her free hand to unbutton the front of her silk nightshirt, Jason's view still partially obscured by his father seated in front of her. He watched in amazement as the shirt slid off first one shoulder then the other exposing his sister's nakedness to her entire family. Jason was surprised that he was both curious and captivated by her shameless beauty. He looked down at his mother again, amazed again by the serendipitous happenings of the day.

Mike and Mandy watched on as Julie stood. Jason held her hips and pressed his face into the softness of her stomach. They held their embrace and seemed to be reveling in the joy of their nakedness and the discovery of a new level of a relationship. Julie moved forward and took a kneeling position on the couch across Jason's lap. "Now for the moment I've been waiting for." Julie slowly lowered herself onto Jason, sliding him in until she was fully seated in his lap. Julie leaned forward allowing Jason to kiss her mouth and again touch and kiss her breasts, freely this time. She put her hand around the back of his head and began her movement, lifting and lowering her hips onto him, first slowly then with a fury.


Julie pushed her hips into Jason, arched back and back and moaned long and loud as her body convulsed with each wave of her orgasm. Jason was clutching her hips as he spewed into her, enjoying their orgasm together. After a moment, Julie leaned forward into Jason's shoulder, with eyes closed, hair tousled and sweat glistening over her entire body. Jason held her with a tender embrace as they sat, still joined, and gained their composure.

Mandy removed her hand from Mikes sweats and slid it down between her legs. She was rubbing her wet pussy for only a moment before bringing it up to her lips to savor the sweetness. It was evident that Mike had not intended to come, and Mandy had no intention of doing so herself, as it would only detract from the magic of the moment.

After a few more minutes of soft and easy conversation and touching, Julie suggested they all sleep in their room tonight. She made it clear that this was not about sex, and she did not plan for more.... at least not tonight.

Mike and Julie, Jason and Mandy gathered up the piles of clothing, made their way to the bedroom. Mike removed his sweats and got into the bed first, with Julie in the middle beside him. Mandy slid in behind Mike, and Jason took his place on the other side of his mom. Arms and legs crossed beneath the sheets, and naked bodies touched.

The lights were out, and only the glow of moonlight illuminated the room as the occasional gentle conversation subsided into the unmistakable slow deep breathing of sleep. Four beautiful bodies, intertwined in a shameless embrace. It was clear this moment was not about sex, but closeness and intimacy. A closeness as can be compared to no other.
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