working the night shift

The night shift I have been working for the past few months at a large teaching hospital in town as a nurse on a medical floor. The work has been great, but it has really drained me physically, and when I get home I just go straight to sl**p, and wake up in time to go back to work. I am now getting use to the schedule, and am really enjoying the people I work with. Let me describe myself, I am a 55 year old Hispanic female who over the past 2 years has really come into my own sexually - I love trying new things (groups, flashing, bondage, pain, humiliation, and anything that me and my husband can think up) and being used and just having a wild time. As I said I am mature, 5 foot 4 inches tall, not fat, but have some thicker areas that make for some great pushing, nice sized breasts that love to be slapped and abused during sex, an ass that is flat and has really gotten into anal, and a hairy pussy that just can’t get enough cock. Well, last night at work everything was going pretty well, got most of the nights work done by 0200 and was just sitting back relaxing, when the call light in one of the private rooms rang. This wasn’t one of my rooms, but since the other nurse on the unit was at lunch, I was covering and answered the call. The patient was asking for some pain medicine and so I went and signed it out and brought it to his room. He was in bed, complaining of wrist pain – he had 2 broken wrists, in casts from a fall. I gave him his medication and was getting ready to leave the room when he asked me to help him pee. Having a cast on both arms made it almost imposable to pee on his own, so I didn’t give it another thought and pulled the sheet covering him down. Laying there was a good sized cock – half hard, this would not have been a big deal, but that I had been working so hard the past couple of weeks, and had not been able to have my regular sex. Looking down at this wonderful looking cock, all kinds of evil things ran through my mind. But what to do? He needed to pee, so I reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it into his urinal so he could pee. I must have done something more than that, because as I was holding his cock in my hand it got hard. He was very embarresed and said he didn’t know what got into him. Now, having a ragging hard-on makes it impossible to pee, and he looked so uncomfortable laying there. I instinctively moved down and sucked his cock into my mouth and down my throat, I think this took him by surprise because in a matter of seconds he was cumming in my mouth and down my throat. God did this feel wicked, as quick as that I had made this patient of mine cum and now I was able to help him finish peeing and got him all ready to go back to sl**p. I felt so good about helping this nice man that I had a smile on my face the rest of the night. I think he also had a restful night..

My new friend Rhonda pt2

I lifted my face from her cunt and licked her puckering butt hole, Rhonda squealed and grasped her ankles. Pulling her legs up into the air, I licked he butt hole a few more time than stuck my tongue into her anal opening, Rhonda squealed again. I moved up between her up lifted legs and position my cock head against her quivering butt hole and pushed gently against that tight little opening. Rhonda reached down and with one hand she grabbed my testicles and with the other she took hold of my penile shaft. Slowly Rhonda pulled my cock to her puckering anus. I braced myself by placing one hand on each of her thighs and forcing them to her breast. With a f***eful plunge I sunk three inches of mu rubber sheath cock into her rectum. Rhonda's eyes bucked wide like she was scared her mouth stretched open into to a silent scream, her tongue hung from her mouth like a dag panting for air. I started to stroke in and out of her tight butt hole. Suddenly Rhonda reached up and pulled my face to hers and begin to kiss and suck my lips and tongue wildly. I slid my hands and arms under her shoulders and grasped the top of them. Holding her, keeping her from scooting away I plowed deep into Rhonda's up turned rectum. For about twenty minutes I plowed into her like a man possessed till I filled the rubber with my baby making fluid. We cling to each other while I emptied out my testicles of man spunk. When I ha my cock settled down from throbbing in Rhonda's cunt she pushed me up. I pulled from her stretched butt hole, Rhonda took hold of my cock and slowly begin ton remove the rubber full of come. Rhonda placed the opened end of the rubber in her mouth and drained the fluid from the rubber. When she had sucked as much as she could out of the rubber. Rhonda carefully turned the rubber inside out and sucked all the rest from the come receptacle. When she was satisfied that it was clean she threw it to the floor and climbed over my thighs and begin to suck the balance of the man spunk from my cock, testicles and pubic hair. When she had finished she crawled up on my chest and sucked gently on my nipples. She slid her hand between our body and begin to stroke my hardening cock. When it was rigid enough for her she straddled my body and slowly inserted my cock into her dripping cunt. Rhonda my cock like a pro till we both came almost simultaneously, Rhonda collapsed onto my chest breathing hard and sweating like a stuck hog. Rhonda slowly rolled from my body and slid down to my flaccid cock and begin to suck and lick it clean. When Rhonda had cleaned me sufficiently she whispered into my ear 'I love drinking cock juice after I get ass fucked, so let's do it again.' I slipped on another rubber, Rhonda turned to her stomach, I mounted her from behind and plunged my cock into her quivering rectum . She moaned so sweetly as I plowed her butt for almost an hour, when I filled the rubber with spunk again, she removed the rubber and sucked it clean again. As she laid in my arms she confided that she likes the taste of come from a rubber, after it had fucked her ass. Rhonda got off the bed and retrieved the two rubbers and filled them one at a time with wine and sucked it from the used rubbers. TO BE CONTINUED...

in love with a prostitute pt 2

Pam and i are finaly done so i think. I cant stop thinking about her and how good she suck my cock. I want too delete the video's we made but just too weak too get it done. If i didnt watch the video's some time i think the transition would be a lot easer.All we do now is argue. Well i always start it. I call her names and then call back say im sorry and tell her i love her plus give her money for nothing. That went on for a few weeks,the last time i gave her 50 bucks too help pay her rent. Everything was ok for a while about 5 or 6 days when her coworkers name came up and i had too ask are u fucking him she of corse said no and thats when the drama started.This was last wednsday and we been at it every sence. In case u didnt read the 1st part, ya see Pam is a white woman im a black male im 34 she 47. She moved here too SC 12 yrs ago we meet the secound day after her arrival started fucking the next day. She sucked my cock soon as i it pulled out after knowing her for about 30 hrs. Anyway we dated for 3 mouths and i broke it off because i knew she was nothing but a white trash whore. I no thats harsh words and im sorry if i offended anyone. The truth is most white women not all of corse but most white women that date black men are hoes. At least 75 percent of them. This whore called me one nite too pick her up from a motel where this black guy from ohio was staying that she claimed was just a friend. I picked her up she was mad as hell saying he pissed her off about something with very little detail, thats when i droped her sorry ass. The nerve of this whore calling me too a motel too pick her up after being with another man.The next day i told her i was back with my ex,yep i lied but it worked.Pam is a very sexaul person this hoe will fuck u any where suck yo cock any where in the day time it doesnt matter. Word of warning too most guys with a woman that will fuck and suck any where any time she aint nothing but a whore trust me. Pam got a very big pussy i mean huge. Iam not big as u can tell in my video's but even still i no a big pussy when i enter one ok. So as time went on i would hear from her from time too time. One man after another getting pregnant loosing babies, at least 5 as i no of.She came by one day wanting 15 dollars i give it too her. She cme back the bext day thats when my neighbour told me she was in the hood buying crack and he had been with her smoking crack. Turns out she meet the wrong man and got on d**gs. This happens too a lot of white women involed with the wrong black guy, You see them in most cites at nite walking the street turning tricks for a little money. Look at my video's those are mostly crack whores. The next time she came by wanting money a few days later i told her sure if she suck my cock. She said pull yo pants down. It felt kinda funny at first tricking with a ex girl friend but i got over it. We made a lot of video's with her sucking my cock and a few fucking. I post one from time too time but have too take it down because she wants it down. Theres one name fucking big pussy hooker posted. You cant get a good look at her face so she dont mind it being posted. She dont like the tittle but its the truth.So as time went on she would get in and out of relationships come around too fuck my relationships up heal up and move on. The last 2 yrs we was in a prostitution thing. She call it 2 friends helping eachother out lol. For some reason after talking too her on the phone everyday hearing all her problems i got tired of hearing all the lies. Lies about men. She was living with a guy she dated for 5 yrs he's on crack but she dont fuck him or suck him or smoke crack. She started dating his cousin so i said u fucking 2 cousins she got mad as hell. Now she working with a guy she claim she only fucked 2 yrs ago but now they ride too work together and spend a lot of time together but no sex. We fell out about that lie and been out every sence. Am i wrong for not believing her.The sad thing is even tho this whore is a whore and a lier i still got deep feelings for her, i no a lot of hookers but i dont be on the phone with them i see them when i see them. Im in love with this whore and catching hell breaking free.

THE BRIDES WORE WHITE

"By the power invested in me by the great State of New Hampshire, and with my full approval, I now pronounce you man and wife and...,"Bert Winston, Justice of the Peace and father of both of the brides, paused and looked at his new son-in-law, Gary Clark and then at his oldest c***d, Sharon before peering over his half glasses at the other bride, his son Bruce.. 'Not exactly the most traditional wedding I've ever officiated,' Bert thought, 'nor are either of them virgins but they are my c***dren and I love them with all my heart.' A wry smile formed on his lips before he mirthfully continued. "I pronounce you man and wife and Bruce. Gary, you may kiss your bride....ah make that your brides." Gary Clark lifted Sharon's lace veil and took her into his arms and tenderly kissed her. "I love you Sharon Clark." His hard-on pressed against her and he felt her return the pressure. "Such a naughty girl," he whispered. Sharon laughed and then began to happily cry and told him, "I love you Gary, and yes I am." A lock of long brown hair escaped the sprig of Baby's Breath holding it in place. Gary pushed it back for her. Gary next took Bruce, his other bride into his arms and tenderly kissed him. He knew how Bruce worried about his appearance but, thanks to his mother Marie, he looked stunning. He ran his hand through Bruce's shoulder length blonde hair and told him, "You look so beautiful honey and you make me so proud to be your husband." Although he'd kissed Bruce numerous times in front of his father in-law, he wanted to make sure this time memorable. Taking him into his arms, he kissed Bruce with as much passion as he could. Caught up in the moment, he held him by his firm little bottom and pulled his sexy new bride into his growing hard-on. Bruce's short skirt rode up and exposed his pretty panties and white cheeks to his father. Loud enough for everyone to hear, Gary told him, "I can't wait to make love to you as your husband." "I can't either darling," Bruce breathlessly gushed. "I love you so much and I promise to always make you happy." Bruce felt his husband's cock and moaned softly and pressed his back at him. "You feel so good." With his heart tripping like a snare drum and his cock begging for release, Bruce turned and embraced his s****r and now wife and kissed her. "I love you so much Sharon and I can't wait to share the rest of my life with you and Gary." Their i****t had been out in the open for months so there was no reason to pretend they hadn't been fucking for a long time so no one batted an eye when he said, "And I can't wait to make love to you for the first time as your husband." "Damn,' Bert Winston said under his breath. His cock was swelling with bl**d as he watched his son and daughter kiss. He would have given anything to be able to kiss either one of them like that. Their i****t was a huge turn on for him and as much as he'd love to fuck his daughter, it was his breathtaking, cross-dressing son that drove him crazy. He'd never been with a man before but the idea of fucking his son had become all consuming. Sharon, always the brassy one, told her younger b*****r, "And I can't wait to fuck you as your wife for the first time. I love you so much Bruce and I'm so excited to not only be your s****r but your wife now also." It was all she could do not to reach under his short skirt and find his cock. "Oh Brucie, we're going to be so happy and have so much fun...all three of us." Guilt free, she passionately kissed him and ground her body into his. Not caring what anyone thought, she hooked a leg around him and ground her cunt against this throbbing cock. Out of breath, she whispered, "Damn you make me so horny." When she finally broke their embrace, she glanced at her father. He was smiling from ear to ear. His eyes told her he not only approved but also that he might even be a little envious. She knew he liked watching them make out and his infatuation for Bruce, since he started dressing as a girl was obvious to all of them. She and Bruce often joked about how their father had the hots for him and they'd done everything they could to encourage him to do something about it, but so far he'd never even made a pass or indicated in any way that he wanted any part of their i****t. She, Bruce and Gary and especially their mother wanted to change all that... today! She gave her father an amused smile and saucily said, "I thought you'd be used to seeing us kiss by now dad." Bert Winston shook his head and chuckled. "Honey, seeing you and Bruce kiss as b*****r and s****r is bad enough but seeing two hot beautiful girls kissing... well honey, I don't ever want to get use to that. You have no idea what a turn on that is." He chuckled again. "You're both killing me." He kissed his son's cheek and told him, "It's not your fault Bruce, you and your s****r are just too damn beautiful, so forgive me for getting a little flustered when I see you two kissing like that." Looking at his son in-law, he told him, "I feel blessed that my c***dren have married a man that is so obviously in love with both of them. You've made their mother and me very happy as well as very proud." It also made him jealous. He knew it wasn't right to want to fuck his daughter and son but he couldn't help it. He really wanted to. Their i****t turned him on but he hadn't worked up the nerve to tell them that, or how much he wanted to be part of their illicit lovemaking. He wasn't even sure they would even be interested so he'd kept silent. But i****t... their i****t was all he thought about. Bert stood back and admired the brides and told them, "I can say unequivocally, that I've never married two more beautiful women." His compliment was directed mainly to his son, but he knew his daughter would appreciate it too. They were wearing matching outfits; sheer white blouses, short white miniskirts, white nylons and heels. Sharon, he thought, looked dazzling in her four inch heels while Bruce, who still hadn't quite conquered anything that dangerous, was wearing a pair of more sensible two inch heels. The fact that neither was wearing a bra made it impossible for him not to stare and admire their tits. Sharon's conical shaped breasts and perfect little rose tipped nipples looked mouthwatering under her all but transparent blouse, but seeing his son with tits... that was something! His were perfectly proportioned synthetic breasts that made him ache to touch them. Each breast was topped by the most perfect little cherry pink nipple. They were a gift from his new husband Gary, and if he hadn't known they were false, he would have sworn they were the real thing. Bruce had chosen a voluptuous 34 C cup model to flatter his petite 5' 3" frame, while Sharon, two inches taller, had the perfect body for her 36 B cup breast. His dick was ready to burst as he gazed from one pair to the other. 'Tits are tits, a cute ass is a cute ass,' Bert Winston silently mused, and his son and daughter had each. He remembered how ready he had been to throw them out after they'd shocked him by telling him about their i****t. But when they explained to him that they weren't just fucking each other for fun but that they actually loved each other and were committed to the other, his anger gradually turned to curiosity and then to what it was now, pure envy and lust. He had often stood outside their bedroom and listened to them fuck and wanted more than anything to join them. On one level, he was actually very proud of them and their i****t and it killed him that he wasn't able to brag about them to his friends. They were both adults so there was really nothing he could say or even wanted to say to them other than he wished he could join them. Just when he'd come to grips with their i****t, they'd dropped the next bombshell on him. His son came out of the closet and not only informed him that he was bisexual but that he was now going to live his life as a girl. The first time, well, actually the second time, he'd seen his son dressed as a girl was still fresh in his memory. He'd thought him gorgeous and it had taken his breath away to realize he was looking at his son. It didn't matter what he wore, jeans, dress, tight skirt or butt hugging shorts, he looked fantastic! There was nothing that wasn't feminine about him... her when he was dressed like that. For awhile it drove him crazy trying to understand why his daughter would want to make love with her b*****r if he was now a girl. 'Who's the guy and who's the girl?' At the time, it was an unanswerable question. Much to their surprise, he had insisted on expanding Sharon's bedroom so the two of them could comfortably share the same room. It made him feel like a mischievous little cupid to know he'd made it easier for them to fuck. "Since your practically living as man and wife, I thought you should at least be able to share the same bed... and closet." The k**s loved what he'd done. Their mother Marie, on the other hand had had no time to adjust to the idea that her c***dren were having sex. Almost two years ago, she had accidentally walked in on them one day as they were fucking. After much talk she had not only ended up promising them that she'd keep their secret from their father, but had also become sexually involved with them. Now that they were married, she hoped she could somehow find a way to tell her husband about her own involvement. She hated keeping secrets from him, but until recently he'd been so negative about everything that she'd kept quiet. Little did she know that all she had to do was ask. Although she'd seen signs that he might be opening up to the idea, she'd been so caught up with her own lust and lovemaking with her c***dren that she had either ignored them or missed them entirely. It wasn't until she began noticing the lusty looks he gave Bruce when he was wearing something especially sexy that she began to think he might be having sexual thoughts about his son. That, she thought would be wonderful. It made for all sorts of delicious combinations for the four of them. It was the night when she'd caught him masturbating outside of their bedroom as Sharon and Bruce noisily made love that she knew there was a real chance that he wanted what she had. She had just about gotten the courage to tell him everything when Gary came into their lives and surprised even her by proposing to both Sharon and Bruce. 'Poor Bert,' she reflected today, 'he thought all the surprises were over once the i****t and Bruce's little secret was out in the open, then Gary came into our lives.' She'd kept quiet again. When Gary approached Bert Winston and asked his permission to not only marry his daughter but also his son, he'd almost had a heart attack. 'Are you out of your mind,' he'd asked. Gary had assured him he wasn't. "I love them equally Mr. Winston." He freely admitted he was bisexual, which to Bert meant he was fucking his son. But he found Gary's openness refreshing as well as exciting, especially when he'd confided to him how much it turned him on to be in love with a b*****r and s****r that were committing i****t. "I love them Mr. Winston, and I want to marry both of them." Once again, after the initial shock had worn off and he'd gotten use to the idea, Bert finally accepted what the three of them wanted and had given his blessing. A quick wedding was arranged and since he was also a justice of the peace, he'd agreed to officiate at their unusual ceremony. "Congratulations k**s," Bert Winston proudly said and warmly shook Gary's hand. He really wanted to hug his son and see what those tits felt like but he didn't trust himself or the boner he was sporting. He played it safe by gingerly kissing his son's cheek. "You both make such beautiful brides." Taking his daughter into his arms and hugging her, he said, "Not your normal wedding honey but I have to admit, I've never married three more in love people than you all are." Bert shook his head in wonder. He knew he was happy for them, he just wasn't entirely sure his reasons were completely pure. The whole i****t/bisexual thing was still such an incredible turn on for him. He'd been hard from the moment he'd learned they were fucking and then even more so when he'd first seen his son in a tight skirt, but when Gary asked his permission to marry both of them; he'd beaten off dozens of times thinking about how hot that was. His cock throbbed now as he thought about that same conversation with his son in-law. Although he'd always considered himself straight, after hearing Gary talk so freely about his love for Bruce, he'd become fascinated with the idea of fucking another man. Picturing Gary fucking his son drove him crazy. He suspected, from the times he'd listened outside their bedroom that Sharon was using her b*****rs ass the same way Gary did. That made him insanely envious. If it hadn't been for his fear of what his wife would think of him for admitting he might be bisexual and that he thought their i****t exciting, he would have come right out and told her. Now he lived in his own agony and it was driving him crazy. "Thank you daddy," Sharon said hugging him again and kissing his cheek. "It was so special to have you marry us. I promise you'll never regret it." For a brief moment as she'd hugged him, she could have sworn she felt a hardness in his pants. She almost said something but held her tongue for now but did manage to sneak a quick look down there. "I know I won't honey." Bert held her at arm's length and openly admired her fabulous tits. "I can't believe how fantastic my little girl looks." After a long and approving look, he pulled her to him and told her, "Just promise to give your mother and me plenty of grandc***dren." Looking over her shoulder, he winked at his son and added, "And I don't care who the father is." "Me either daddy," Sharon said as she ran her hands lovingly over his chest. She intentionally pressed her body into his when she kissed him. That was all it took to confirm that he did have a hard-on. She wondered who was turning him on, her or Bruce or both of them. Turning, she took her b*****r's and Gary's hands and laughed happily and told him, "I don't care which of my two handsome and beautiful husbands makes me pregnant first, just as long as one of them does...and soon! We plan on giving you and mom a house full of grandk**s to spoil, don't we honey." "Yes dear," Gary and Bruce said in unison. That broke everyone up. Marie Winston started to cry. She embraced her daughter and told her, "You better. You're my only daughter and my only hope to be a grandmother." Marie, could at any one time be described as the confident, outspoken and liberal Beatrice Arthur from Maude or the sweet, understanding and sometimes ditzy Edith Bunker from All in the f****y. Today she was a little of each. Neither her c***dren's i****t, nor her son's sexual preference bothered her in the least. She did find it somewhat odd that the three of them insisted on getting married though. "You can all screw without getting married," she'd jokingly reminded them. But once she'd gotten to know Gary and grown to love him too, she understood why her c***dren wanted to make it official. She only cared that they were happy... and that she would always be welcome into their bedroom... or wherever they wanted to fuck. Gary had assured her that she would always be welcome to join the three of them. The only thing that could make it more perfect for her today was if she could somehow get up the nerve to tell her husband that she was having sex with them and then convince him to join all of them. She'd never been happier since that first time with Bruce and Sharon and knew her husband would feel the same way. She had embraced their i****t with the same enthusiasm that she had for life... with a passion. 'We're all adults,' she told herself. 'Bruce is twenty and Sharon is twenty four and we should all be able to do as we wish and besides, I think i****t is the most fun I've ever had.' Like her husband, when she first discovered them in bed, she had been neither calm nor understanding. She had been shocked and disgusted and was ready to disown them but after listening to them explain their love for each other, she had quickly softened her feelings and accepted what they were doing and had promised not to tell their father. It was a terrible secret, one that consumed her but if asked now, she would readily admit that she would do it again. Of course, helping Bruce with is daily transformation into a girl was special and rewarding. He'd always held a unique place in her heart. He was her gentle and sweet son. She'd seen signs of his femininity early on but had thought he'd grow out of it once he began excelling in sports. When he hadn't, she'd enthusiastically embraced his desire to be a girl and excitedly taken him under her wing and helped him. Mentally, she had accepted him as her second daughter... a daughter with a very lovely cock! She was so curious about their i****t that she couldn't help asking dozens of questions. She quizzed them daily about every aspect of their i****t, including asking what positions they liked, what they talked about, intimate questions no mother would normally ask her c***dren, but this was far from normal and she couldn't control her curiosity. They were open about with their answers and never seemed embarrassed, always ready to elaborate, even if it meant being sexually explicit. Eventually she'd dropped enough not-so-subtle hints about wanting to watch them that they had excitedly asked if she would join them. They were thrilled to involve her but wanted to make sure she really was serious before letting her. It was something the two of them had often fantasized about, but to make sure she wouldn't back out at the last minute, they made her agree to one condition. "Mom," Sharon said, "you can watch but it would be too weird if you had your clothes on. You have to get naked with us." Marie giggled and blushed but thought that was fair. She already felt comfortable being naked in front of Sharon and now that Bruce was becoming more like a daughter than a son to her, she lost any shyness she might have had about being undressed in front of him. Since they were already naked, she quickly disrobed and gaily told them, "I think this is going to be fun." She hadn't been naked in front of anyone except her husband in years and it made her whole body tingle as she stood in front of them. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she left them at her side and let them look. "I feel so wicked," she giggled nervously. "It's kind of fun though." She moved around their room to see how that felt. "I wish your father was here too. Wouldn't that be fun?" Sharon laughed and said, "It really would be fun mom, but I think daddy would kill us if he ever found out." As she played with Bruce's cock, she gave her mother one last chance to back out. "Mom, are you sure you really want to do this?" They really wanted her there but not if it was going to freak her out. "We get pretty raunchy sometimes," she warned as she lavished Bruce's cock with her hot tongue. Marie's eyes were already as wide as saucers. "Oh I'm very sure and don't worry about me, be as... raunchy as you want to be, I can take it," she said as she raptly watched her daughter take her b*****r's cock into her mouth and begin sucking him off. She couldn't believe how quickly she'd gotten turned on. Her naked body began responding to what they were doing. Her breasts throbbed and ached and her pussy became a burning river of passion. Her juices were flowing and within minutes she was touching her fifty two year old body. She knew hers wasn't as trim or firm as her daughter's but she thought her tits were still pretty nice and everyone told her she still had great legs. i****t had always secretly fascinated her, almost as much as the idea of making love to another woman did. Now, as she watched her daughter suck her b*****r's cock, she wondered if she was bisexual also. She innocently told them, "I can't believe how much fun it is to watch you two and just to let you know, just because I've never done it before, that doesn't mean i****t doesn't turn me on too. You two aren't the only ones with secrets." She pulled a chair beside their bed so she could better see. "Go ahead; I'll be quiet as a church mouse. Just do what you usually do," she cheerfully told them as she made herself as comfortable as she could under the circumstances. "You're too much mom," Sharon laughed as she pulled her b*****r between her legs and guided his cock into her. "Okay mom, you asked for it." For the next thirty minutes she and Bruce fucked and sucked and made love to each other with a raw passion that neither had experienced before. Having your mother watch you fuck will do that. Marie especially liked how dirty they talked to each other. It made her incredibly hot to hear Bruce yell out how much he loved fucking his s****r's cunt and how Sharon screamed for more of her of her b*****r's cock when she was cumming. "You two certainly do talk dirty, much more than your father and I ever do," she enviously told them. "Dirty turns us on mom," Bruce laughed as he tongued his cum from Sharon's cunt. Sharon looked up at her mother and laughingly said, "Mom, from the looks of it, you enjoy being a little dirty too." Her mother had one hand between her legs and was gingerly fingering her wet pussy; the other was hungrily mauling her full breasts. "I think it's neat that you masturbate mom, that's so hot," Sharon said as she watched spellbound. "Oh I love masturbating dear, every since I was just a little girl but this is the first time I've ever done it with any one watching... even your father. It's kind of fun to have an audience though, it does make it seem dirtier." It made her laugh self-consciously, but she continued to finger her mature cunt in front of them. She couldn't help moaning very loud as she brought herself to an incredible orgasm. Letting her k**s watch had a great deal to do with the intensity of her orgasm. "Whewww, I can't believe I just did that. That was really fantastic," she giggled. "You're unbelievable mom," Sharon said smiling. "I really liked watching you and I know Bruce did too." Hoping her mother was up for some really kinky sex, she told her, "We weren't sure if you could handle it but seeing you now, I think you can. We were wondering if you'd like to watch me turn Bruce into my girlfriend. We will if you want, mom." "What ever are you talking about Sharon?" She had several fingers buried deep up her cunt but paused now to hear what her daughter was saying. Sharon smiled at her b*****r and asked, "What do you say Brucie, want to show mom how I fuck you like a girl?" Bruce beamed. "I thought you'd never ask." Their mother stopped and stared at them. "What in the world are you two talking about... how are you going to turn your b*****r into a girl... more than he is?" She had no idea. "This will only take a minute, mom," Sharon said as she got up and went to her dresser and pulled out her dildo and harness. "If you'll help me get this thing on, I'll show you." Sharon quickly slipped her legs into the harness and then adjusted the eight inch cock through the hole. "Now if you'll just help me buckle the sides, I'll show you how I make my pretty b*****r into my girlfriend." "Sharon Winston, where ever did you get this," her mother shrieked with delight. She'd never seen a real dildo before and was fascinated by it. She touched the full length of the flesh like cock and then eyed her son. "Is this really for you Bruce dear? Are you really going to let your s****r put this inside of you?" Sharon laughed at her mother's innocence. "Just wait mom, in a few minutes he'll be begging for it." She was right of course. "Won't you my pretty?" Bruce giggled playfully. "Yes big s****r, you know how much I love it when you fuck my pussy." "Well I never," Marie gasped and gave her son a stunned look. "I would never have imagined something so big would fit up there. Are you sure it doesn't hurt dear." "It feels great mom," Bruce assured her as he got up on his knees and positioned his cute little butt at the edge of the bed. "Just watch." Sharon applied some KY jelly to the dildo and then into his ass. "Burrr, that is sooo cold," Bruce yelped. "Stop your complaining," Sharon said and swatted his butt playfully with her big dick. "You know you love it." Once she was ready, she stood behind him, held him by the hips and positioning her cock to his ass. Just as she was about to enter him, she paused and impishly asked her mother, "Do you and daddy to this?" "Oh heavens no, never," Marie laughed nervously. The thought had never crossed her mind before. Now she wondered if her husband had ever wanted to do anal with her. She moved her chair closer. "I just never knew normal people did things like this... well you know, men and women." Her fingers were back between her legs again. "It's just so... so...." "Nasty," Sharon laughingly suggested. "Yes, nasty but much more. It makes me feel so wicked and sinful to be part of this with you. I'm so glad you asked me." "We are too, mom," Sharon happily told her. After fucking her b*****r for a good ten minutes, she invited her mother to try it. "It's not like you'd be cheating on daddy. It's kind of pretend fucking for you but real fucking for Bruce and besides, I think he really wants you to fuck him mom. You should hear how dirty he talks about you. He really wants you to fuck him like I just did." Marie looked at her son differently now and only half-heartedly protested before finally agreeing. "I'm only doing this because I'm curious and because Bruce, you really did seem to enjoy it." And that amazed her! Sharon helped her get into the harness and then stepped back and watched. She didn't need any more instructions other than to go slow. After watching the fat cock slide easily into her son's ass, she fucked him for a good fifteen minutes before pulling out of him. "Now I know what it feels like to be a man," she giggled as she stood with her hands on her hips and swung her fake dick from side to side. "If your father could only see me now he'd die." She'd taken her time fucking him and enjoyed each thrust into his cute little ass. She'd especially liked it when Sharon got under him and sucked him off as she fucked him. Only when he'd cum and filled her mouth did she pull out of him, totally exhausted. She'd surprised herself by having her own powerful orgasm. "That," she said as she looked in awe at the cock between her legs, "Was incredible." She loved Sharon's toy and wonder what her husband would say if she surprised him some night by wearing one to bed. "You can fuck me anytime mom," Bruce sigh contently and rolled over on his back. His cock was for once soft. Cum stuck to his finely trimmed pubic hair. "I just may take you up on that dear," Marie laughed and lay beside him. Her dick poked comically out from between her legs. As she held her son's soft cock, she told him, "Mommy loved fucking her pretty little girl." Looking up at her daughter, she laughed and admitted, "I really would like to do that again." They all agreed she should. Sharon was still horny as hell and kissed her mother's neck and shyly told her, "Mom, you can join us anytime you want but I was hoping you might want to keep playing a little more today." Pulling her closer, she put her hot lips to her ear and told her, "Mom, Bruce isn't your only daughter that likes being fucked by that big cock." She hoped her mother would be into girl on girl sex as much as she was. With her legs parted and her arms open, she asked, "Want to try a little mom and daughter i****t too?" Marie wasn't sure what shocked her more, her daughter's invitation or how fast she accepted. As she watched Sharon carefully clean the dildo she enthusiastically admitted, "I've always wanted to try it with another woman. I just never had the opportunity." Before she could change her mind, she got between Sharon's legs and pushed the cock into her cunt. "Oh this is fun too," she giggled as the fat cock slid in and out of her daughter's cunt. She fucked her at the same slow pace she'd fucked her son and didn't stop until the poor girl begged her to. "Who's your daddy now," Marie laughed when Sharon finally stopped cumming. Her smile and laugh were infectious. "Oh my, that was so much fun. I just knew making love to you would be wonderful." Looking shyly at her daughter, she suggested, "Maybe next time we can do it without your toy." Sharon kissed her mother on the lips for the first time and told her, "Mom, you're incredible and yes, I'd really like that too." Sitting up, she asked, "Did you cum?" Marie blushed and nodded. "Twice." "Me too," Sharon said hugging her. "I'm glad I was your first." The three of them hugged and laughed together. "I'm so glad you invited me." "You're invited anytime mom," Bruce said as he tongued her succulent nipples. "I love your tits mom." Daring to do what he'd only dreamed of, he moved between her legs and fit his cock to her cunt. "But more than anything mom, I've always wanted to make love to you." When his mother smiled and wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her Bruce laughed and said, "I guess that means yes." Marie's head spun. She knew she wanted him but not in the way he'd put it. She held his face and kissed him and told him, "Bruce, we can't make love; your father makes love to me but what you and I can do is fuck! That's what I really want to do with you. I want you to fuck me the same way you fuck your s****r. It would be so dirty that way." She couldn't believe what she'd just said. Her life was changing forever. There was no going back now, she'd tasted the forbidden fruit of i****t and she only wanted more. "But lets save it for next time, you two have worn me out today." Every chance the three of them got after that was spent in bed. She learned to do things with them that she'd never heard of before. Now that they were married, she couldn't wait to join them and their new husband. It had thrilled her when Sharon had told her how Gary couldn't wait to fuck her. She teasingly told her, "He's really into hot older women, mom." "Well that's me," Marie simply admitted. Kissing Sharon's cheek today, Marie lovingly told her, "You look so beautiful honey and I'm so happy for you... all of you." Positioning herself so her husband wouldn't see, she brought her hands up to her daughter's breasts and caressed them. "You have no idea how envious I am of what you and Bruce have and how much I'm looking forward to joining you and Gary." She hugged her and then showered the three of them with loving kisses. "I just want you all to be happy, as happy as your father and I are." She guiltily held onto to her husband's arm and fought for the courage to tell him everything. She just knew he would love i****t as much as much as she did if he'd just give it a chance. Gary hugged his new mother-in-law and promised her he would be the best husband possible to her daughter and son. "You've raised two beautiful c***dren Mrs. Winston and I intend to take very good care of both of them." She gave him a quick kiss and told him, "I know you will Gary but won't you please call me mom. That would be so nice and it would make it sound so much more like f****y if you did." Gary understood her double meaning. "Thanks mom, I like that and it will make it more like f****y... when we're together." He kissed her cheek and let his hand drift over her slim hip and down over her bottom. He gave her a quick squeezed and whispered, "You make me so hot mom...I can't wait." His other hand snuck up between them and he cupped her breast. "I can't wait to fuck you." Marie tingled all over and felt like a school girl. A delicious wetness began to flow from between her legs. "Me either," she whispered as she blushed. Gary gave her another quick kiss before turning to Bruce and Sharon. "Aren't they beautiful?" "Yes they are Gary, especially this one," she laughed as she stroked Bruce's cheek. "I just love having a second daughter." "I love her too mom," Gary said and kissed Bruce. "My little bride looks so fantastic. Thank you so much for helping her today." Bruce smiled and held Gary's hand. "I had a good subject." She then waved her hands and sadly said, "I just wish your parents would open their hearts and accepted the three of you the same way Bert and I have." "We can't change the world in a day mom," Gary said sadly. "My parents are who they are. I'm just glad I have you and Mr. Winston...." Gary looked at his father in-law and dared say, "I'm glad I have you and dad in my life now." Bert liked that and told him so. "I like that Gary. Dad sounds just fine to me... son." He wrapped his arm around his son-in-law and gave him a fatherly hug. He'd caught how Gary had put his hand on his wife's butt. He liked that. It gave him ideas. When he'd first met him, he couldn't for the life of him figure out how such a man's man could be so openly bisexual and in love with his dress wearing son, yet at the same time be so obviously heterosexual and in love with his daughter. It made him more than curious about the whole bisexual thing. Over time, he'd grown to admire and respect him and easily appreciated why his son had fallen in love with him, but there was more. He'd also grown to like him... as in like him in a way he'd never felt about a man before. Gary's dark looks and rugged hockey build combined with his French Canadian accent, which Bert thought made everything he said sound so damn sexy, made him want him like his son did. Risking everything and before he could change his mind, he allowed his hard-on to briefly come in contact with Gary's leg. He liked how that felt and wondered if Gary noticed and if he did, did he mind? Feeling braver, he pressed it once more against him before backing up and busily pulling out a three cigars from his coat. He handed each one to Gary and Bruce. "Let's light these up, open some of that bubbly and celebrate. It's not every day that I get to marry my son and daughter... to the same man." The room was soon full with blue smoke. Not wanting to leave his daughter out and still feeling the glow from rubbing his cock against Gary's leg, he pulled her to him and addressed all of them. "Maybe one of these days someone will take the time and explain to me how we all came to be here today. It must be a hell of a story." "Dad, are you sure you really want to know? It's pretty X rated." Sharon laughed and rested her head against his shoulder. She'd seen what he'd just done to her husband and knew it was no accident. She was certain that meant he was at least bisexually curious. To keep him excited, she intentionally allowed her breasts to rest upon his arm. Bringing her lips to his ear, she huskily told him, "I know you're up... for it dad." She paused and looked down at the front of his pants and smirked playfully, "But are you sure you want to hear all the dirty details? They might make you even more excited than you already are." Bert blushed and realized she'd seen what he'd done. To cover up his embarrassment, he boastfully said, "Oh I'm definitely up for it little girl, and I'm sure I want to hear everything." His cock only got harder as he looked hungrily at her nearly naked tits. "I like X-rated and I like being turned on," he told her and subtly moved his arm against her breasts. To break the sexual spell she was casting over him and before he did something crazier, he handed her a cigar. "Smoke?" Sharon had no intention of letting his libido cool down. "Only during sex dad." She laughed enticingly and rubbed her breasts harder along his arm. "Are you offering?" He playfully admonished her, "Sharon, your husband...!" "Don't worry about Gary dad, he's as turned on by i****t as I am. Aren't you honey?" Gary laughed and kissed her and told her, "You know I am dear." Like Sharon, he wanted their unusual marriage and i****t to be an open subject for all of them to freely talk about. "I would never have married you and Bruce if you weren't fucking like rabbits. It's part of your charm." Bert thought that was hilarious. "Damn, you all talk like i****t and being bisexual is the most natural thing in the world." He could barely breathe now; the combination of their sexual openness plus his daughter's tits on his arm was driving him crazy. He looked her in the eyes before daring to do something he hoped he wouldn't regret. He touched one of her pink nipples. "Nice," he barely said above a whisper. With his fingers still on her breast, he told them, "I never thought I'd be talking so openly about your i****t. I guess times have changed and I, for one, think it's great." That was the most candid he'd ever spoken about i****t and everyone took note. He looked at Sharon again to gauge her reaction to what he was doing before touching her other nipple. "That's nice too sweetheart." He liked how it made her shiver and when she didn't pull away, he continued to tease them. He knew everyone was watching and that only made him want to do more. Not knowing what to do next, he held a flame to her cigar and managed to say, "Damn, should have known I couldn't shock you and I should have known you'd smoke a cigar." Surprising even himself, he then said, "You sl**p with your b*****r, why wouldn't you smoke a cigar?" "Dad, sl**ping's not the only thing I do with Bruce." She giggled lightly and stuck the cigar into her mouth and mimicked sucking a cock. "I like to smoke Bruce too." She laughed, and pressed her breasts into his hand. "I just love a good smoke, don't you dad?" Bert ignored the last part of her question. "I just bet you do honey." He really enjoyed this kind of sexual banter with his daughter. He watched in silence as she expertly inhaled the dark tobacco. "You always were willing to try something new." That got him back to his question. "So, are you going to tell your dear old dad how he missed the fact that you and your b*****r were having sex right under my nose or how my son became my daughter without me having a damn clue." He winked at Bruce and from his heart told him, "A damn pretty daughter if I do say so." When no one answered he turned to Gary and asked, "And you Gary. How in the hell did you manage to fall in love with both of them then and convince them to marry you? That must be one hell of a story too." Gary gave him a sly smile and said, "Getting them to agree to marry me was easy dad. It was the courting that was a little more complicated." Marie Winston broke in and began passing out fluted champagne glasses. "Complicated but exciting from what I hear." She laughed at her own dirty joke. Handing Gary a bottle of champagne, she told him, "You pour, and then let's have a toast. Bert's going to need plenty of this if he's going to finally hear everything. Bert looked quizzically at his wife. "And I suppose you know the whole story Miss Smarty pants?" He'd always thought his wife had been a co-conspirator, if not more. "Most of it," Marie giggled a nippy laugh and quickly downed the first of many glasses of champagne she would drink that day. "Definitely more than you dear." She had pretended to be as surprised as her husband when the k**s revealed to him that they were having sex and then about Bruce's sexual preference. As far as he knew, she had only helped Bruce afterwards with his makeup, hair and stuff that he had no interest in. Because she spent so much time with Bruce, it gave them many opportunities to fuck. Memories of that first time now flooded her mind. It had been a glorious experience, one only a mother could truly appreciate and it hadn't just been one time, she'd fucked him many times since then and she never wanted it to stop. Having sex with her c***dren made her feel hot and dirty and alive! Normal sex just didn't have the same appeal or excitement for her anymore. As she gulped down her second glass of bubbly, she knew she was going to find a way to tell her husband... today! Bert gave her a questioning look. "I want to hear all about that too my lovely bride." He emptied his glass and quickly refilled everyone else's. "Now, who's going to start?"Sharon looked at Bruce, as if to ask, do you want to start or should I? "You better Sharon," Bruce said as he gracefully took a seat next to his mother. "I think dad will take it better from you than me to learn how his not so innocent daughter took his son's virginity and then helped turn me into the sexy girl you see before you." Bruce crossed his shapely legs and tugged modestly at his mini skirt and gave his s****r an innocent smile. He wished he hadn't let her talk him into wearing the panties he had on. They had a little pouch that held his cock in place and as aroused as he was, he couldn't wait to set it free. The only thing that kept him from dragging her or Gary into one of the bedrooms for a quick fuck was that it looked like his mother was finally going to get up the nerve to tell his father all the sordid and sexy details of their i****t as well as his own transformation from All American high school cross country runner to All American horny cross-dresser. He decided to help his mother anyway he could. He'd recognized the hot looks his father had been giving him and knew when a guy was checking him out, and his father definitely had been checking! This was his chance to let his father know how much he really wanted him. In a very unladylike fashion he slowly uncrossed his legs and parted them wide enough to allow his father a clear look up his tiny skirt. He knew how cute his cock must look encased in his panties, and hoped his father would think so too. When he glanced up, he saw he was right. He gave him an innocent smile and parted them even further. "Oh geez, Bruce." Bert Winston choked when he saw how his son was sitting...and what was showing. His skirt was so short and his legs were so wide open that he could easily see his cock beneath his sheer panties. "Bruce... son... sweetheart, I think you're forgetting that you're wearing a skirt." Bruce smiled and said, "I'm well aware of what I'm wearing dad. I just thought from the way you've been checking me out that you wanted to see what Gary and Sharon like playing with." He knew it was an outrageous thing to say but he wanted to his father to know how much he wanted him. "Well damn," Bert said grinning. "I didn't know I was being so obvious, but can you blame me? Look at you, you're beautiful and how can I not look right now? You're practically hanging out of your... panties." He couldn't pull his eyes away from his son's cock. Bruce looked between his legs and laughed. "Well, so I am." "Damn, son. Well if you're showing, I'm looking." Bert grinned from ear to ear and continued to stare. His own cock grew even stiffer. On an intellectual level, he knew it was a cock and not a pussy between his son's legs but Bruce looked so damn much like a girl now that it was difficult not to think it might not be one. He knew his son was right though. He did want to see his cock, the same cock his s****r and Gary were fucking and sucking. They had what he fantasized about. Since meeting Gary, it was all he thought about... making love to another man... fucking his own son... the pretty and sexy little girl that was flashing him right now. He took another sip of champagne and wondered, 'If I was fucking him and looked down and saw his cock, would my mind change it to a pussy or would I want it to be a cock?' He'd have to ask Gary about that. His eyes returned to the unnatural bulge in his son's panties and said, "I can see why your husband and s****r make such a fuss over you." Bruce preened. "Thank you daddy, I love hearing you say things like that." He smiled back at him, arched his hips and made his cock seem even bigger than it was. Bert had long ago decided that he was proud of his son for being so courageous to come out and be who he wanted to be. That didn't mean he was quite ready to carry pictures of him in drag in his wallet to show off to the guys at work, but he'd been thinking about it. It was also easy to understand why Gary had fallen in love with him. He recalled the afternoon they'd shared several pictures of Margaritas together. Gary had d***kenly let it slip that beside Sharon, Bruce was the best damn fuck he'd ever had. 'Hell,' Bert thought, 'with a few more drinks in me I'll be asking to fuck him. Why not, it seems like I'm the only one not having some fun with this i****t thing.' When he looked up again, he saw the playful and seductive smile in his son's eyes, it made him laugh again. "You're a tease son." He didn't care what anyone thought now and dropped his hand over his cock and showed him how hard he was. "Ok, ok, you win. Look, see, you've turned me on. Happy?" When Bruce just winked at him, he gulped down his drink and asked for more. "Gary, I better have another." He managed to tear his eyes from his son's cock long enough to addressed his wife. "I can't believe you knew things and didn't tell me, Marie." Marie Winston reached across and patted her husband's arm and soothed his ruffled feathers. "Honey, you would have ruptured an artery if you had known all the things that were going on right under your nose. Sometimes it's just best to not know." Seeing how turned on Bruce had gotten him gave her all the courage she needed. "And sometimes it's just as easy to show you." With as much calm as she could muster, she reached between her son's legs and began fondling his cock. "Like this," she said as her fingers danced lightly over Bruce's panties. She touched him with a familiarity that didn't escape her husband. "Such a pretty little cock my daughter has." Bruce sucked in his breath and smiled. He knew his mother was finally doing it, and he had no intention of slowing her down. "Mom, that feels nice, but aren't you worried that you'll make dad jealous?" "I hope he is Bruce." Marie giggled and emptied her glass. She kept her hand right where it was and looked innocently at her husband and said, "Bert darling, from the look on your face and the way you're touching yourself, I think Bruce is right. You are jealous." Bert had no idea what the hell was going on between his wife and son but whatever it was, it was turning him on and he didn't want her to stop. "Maybe I am a little, but don't let that stop you Marie." "Thank you dear, it won't." With her husband watching she cupped her son's cock and balls and playfully tickled them. "Tickle, tickle, mommy's tickling Brucies pretty cock." It gave her such a rush to be so dirty in front of him. "Mom, behave," Bruce laughed and half heartedly attempted to push her hand away. When she wouldn't stop, he gave up and sat back and enjoyed her craziness. "Behave? You've never said that to me before Bruce," she d***kenly laughed. To show him she wasn't going to be put off, she gripped his cock through his panties and began masturbating him. "Just look how hard you are already are. No wonder your father's so turned on." Not letting her daughter off the hook, she added, "And from the way your s****r was rubbing her boobs against his arm, I wouldn't be surprised if he wants her as much as he obviously wants you." "It wouldn't surprise me a bit mom," Bruce laughed and gave his s****r a wink. When his father didn't say anything it gave him a sense of relief that he wasn't upset by what his mother was doing or saying. Now he just had to slow her down a little before she made him cum. Whispering to her, he told her, "Mom behave or I won't let you fuck me today." Speaking in a normal voice, Marie said, "Ohhhh, I can't believe my daughter could be that mean to me. After all we've done together; I can't believe you'd deny your mother one of the things she loves most." She giggled a little but let go of his cock and surprised him by pulling him to her and kissing him passionately. She briefly thought about dragging him between her legs and demand that he fuck her in front of his father. That would show him! When she finally broke their kiss, she was almost panting. "You are the most perfect daughter I could ever hope for and I love you the same way your s****r and husband do." It was such unexpected statement that it silenced the room. Bert fought for words. "Damn Marie, it almost sounds like you wished Bruce had married you instead of Sharon and Gary!" "Well maybe I do," she slurred as she continued to play with her son's cock. "This i****t stuff shouldn't just be for the k**s." Feeling the effects of the champagne, she pulled Bruce to her again and kissed him once more. When she finally broke it, she cheerfully told her husband, "Bert, you could take some lessons from your son on how to kiss me." She then quickly corrected herself and apologized to her son. "I'm sorry Bruce dear. Bert darling, if you kissed me with as much passion as your daughter Bruce does, you'd be surprised at my response." "Oh geez Marie, you're too much." Seeing his wife kissing and groping his son made him incredibly hot. In his heart, he knew he wished it was him kissing and touching Bruce. He was smart enough to know not to say anything stupid. "Maybe we could do something about that dear." "That would be fun dear." Marie gave him a playful wink and added, "You'd be surprised at the things I want to do with you... and to you." That got everyone laughing again and broke the brief uncomfortable moment. Sharon, realizing how close things were to getting out of control... which is what she wanted, decided it was time to take control. "More champagne everyone! Drink up." Once everyone's glass was refilled she gathered her thoughts as to how to proceed. She knew her father wanted Bruce, his reaction to what her mother and Bruce were doing confirmed that and tied into what Gary had told her about the day her father had quizzed him about Bruce. "You know I don't mind talking to him about being bisexual but his questions really threw me," Gary had told her. "At first I thought he was concerned about STD's, but as it turns out, he really wanted to know if I used a rubber when I fucked Bruce. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him I never used them and that I hated them and so did Bruce. When he told me how much he hated them too, I knew what he was thinking. He had such a far away, dreamy look, as if he was picturing himself fucking Bruce. It was wild. I really wanted to suggest that he tell Bruce how he felt because I know how much Bruce wants to fuck him but of course I didn't." With that information and seeing how her father's eyes were still glued between her b*****r's legs, she decided to test the i****t waters again. Sitting, she faced him and like her b*****r, slowly parted her legs and hiked her skirt up. 'This will get his attention,' she said to herself. "Dad, Bruce isn't the only one with something between their legs that you've so obviously wanted to see." Bert managed to pull his eyes away from Bruce's cock long enough to see what she was talking about. He almost choked on his cigar when he saw how she was exposing herself. "Damn Sharon!" He couldn't believe she was flashing him too. Like a bug being drawn to the bright light, his eyes searched that secret area between her legs for any sign of panties. He quickly realized she wasn't wearing any. "Oh hell honey, you're worse than your b*****r." All he could see was pink pussy... pink shaved pussy looking back at him. Without taking his eyes off of her cunt, he dropped his hand onto Gary's leg and said, "Son, I sure hope you have plenty of health insurance because you're going to need it with these two." Gary laughed at how his two wives were behaving. "It seems that they are both flirting with you dad. I don't know what I'm going to do with them." "Oh I know what I'd do with them if they were mine," Bert laughed as he stared unabashedly at his daughter's cunt. His hand never stopped moving over his hard-on. "Yes sir, I definitely know what I would do." His other hand, as if it had a mind of its own, moved seductively over Gary's leg. "Pretty big talk dad," Sharon said as she ran her hand up the inside of her naked thighs until it was almost touching her pussy. She paused a second before parting her cunt lips and showed him how wet she already was. "But are you sure you'd know what to do with this? That would be i****t daddy, and that would be so naughty." She was determined to show her b*****r he wasn't the only one that could turn their father on. She nudged him with her elbow b*****r and mouthed. "You're such a slut." Bruce winked at her and giggled. "Oh cripes Sharon!" He couldn't believe she was actually fingering her pussy in front of him. "You better believe it when I say I know what it is and what I want to do." Bert leaned forward and practically fell off the couch as he gazed between her legs. "I know what to do when a pretty girl without panties on flashes me." He couldn't help smirking. Sharon huskily asked, 'And what would you do daddy? What would you do with me?" When her father didn't immediately answer, she knew she no longer needing to be coy. "Maybe you can't see everything," she said as she pulled her tiny skirt past her waist and opened her legs wider. "Is that better daddy? Can you see everything now?" Her cunt was inflamed with lust and she could feel her juices flowing from between her lips and soaking into the couch. Bert didn't know what was going on but he loved it. "Perfect baby." He'd never seen her tits much less her pussy before today and now he was getting an incredible look at both. He hoped his son- in-law wasn't jealous. "I'm glad you approve daddy, and when you're ready to tell me what you want to do with this, just let me know." Sharon slowly fanned her sultry legs open and shut and continued to expose her young cunt to him. She was having fun, especially with her husband right there. To make sure his eyes didn't stray back to Bruce's 'pussy', she continued to finger her incredibly wet cunt. When her mother saw what she was doing, it only made her hornier. "Start at the beginning Sharon and don't leave anything out," Marie Winston slurred. "Nothing," she giggled. Not caring what her husband thought now, she made a show of pulling Bruce's hand under her dress. "Make sure you tell him how much I like it when your b*****r touches me here," she told her as she moved Bruce's hand along her inner thigh. "He has such beautiful hands and he knows just where I like him to put them." She was on her third glass of champagne now and feeling no pain. "Go on Sharon, your father loves a dirty story as much as I do so, don't hold anything back." She giggled mischievously, and guided Bruce's hand closer to her dripping pussy. When his fingers found a sensitive place high up her thigh, she let out a yelp. "Ohhh, Bruce, you're so naughty!" Bert's eyes widened with lust as he watched his normally refined wife acting like such a hot slut. "Damn Marie, you're out of control!" His cock felt like it was going to explode as he watched his son play with his mother's pussy and his daughter finger hers. He began to understand just how much he'd missed. "Probably dear but that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." To make her point, she pulled her dress and slip past her waist and held Bruce's hand right over her pussy. She then kissed his cheek and said, "Mmmm, yes, that's the place dear. That's the place mommy love's being touched." Bert was on fire now. "Why do I feel like I'm the last to know what the hell is going on here?" he said. Without thinking, his hand moved heatedly along Gary's leg. 'Two can play this game,' he told himself. He loved the feel of Gary's muscular leg under his hand and he moved it as close to his cock as he dared. His own felt like it was going to burst from his pants. "This is turning out to be the best damn wedding I've ever been too." He couldn't help grinning as he watched his son massage his mother's pussy and his daughter parade her cunt. "I don't know what the hell is going on but I love it and you're right dear, I do love a dirty story and I have a feeling I'm in the middle of one." He cautiously checked to see where his hand was and then looked hopefully into his son-in law's eyes. They told him all he needed to know. His eyes flashed back and forth between his daughter and son before he finally moved his hand over Gary's cock. He could feel his son-in-law's steel cock throb. He let out a hissing sigh, "Oh geez, this is so hot." "You make me hot, dad," Gary said as he placed his hand over his father-in laws and held it against him. He knew this was an important moment for all of them. "I was hoping you'd do that dad, we all were." He was rock hard and looked to Sharon for her approval. She gave him a quick smile as she ran her fingers between her swollen cunt lips. "Way to go dad," she said as she wildly plunged her fingers into her pussy and gave it a much needed finger fuck. "I just knew you liked guys as much as Bruce does." "Well I don't know about as much," Bert grinned foolishly as he continued to explore Gary's cock. "But I like Gary. Anything wrong with that?" "Not a thing dad, not one damn thing," Gary said as he placed his hand between Bert's legs and found his cock. "You feel nice too dad." He gave his father-in-law's cock a squeeze and then seductively asked, "Do I feel as good as you do?" Bert Winston glowed. "Better," he happily admitted. "You feel fantastic as a matter of fact." Since no one seemed to care, he moved his hand freely all over Gary's cock. He couldn't believe he was really doing it! He was touching a man's cock...his son-in-laws cock right, in front of his wife and k**s. "Oh shit," he moaned when Gary began seriously masturbating him through his pants. "Damn that feels good." He grinned like a little boy. He wanted to tell him to take it out. Remembering his wife was right there; he put on a sheepish grin but quickly saw she was too busy to notice what he was doing. She had pulled Bruce's hand inside her panties and from the looks of it; he had at least two fingers up his mother's cunt. "Oh geez Marie... Bruce I'm finding out things about the two of you that I definitely like." He gripped Gary harder and moved his hand up and down the length of the young man's large cock. "This is turning out to be one hell of a day." Marie squirmed as her son fingered her but managed a little wave at her husband and merrily told him, "I'm glad you're finally loosening up, Bert dear, but I have to tell you, I'm not surprised to see what you're doing with Gary. I always knew you had a lot more in common with Bruce than you were willing to admit. I'm just glad you're finally admitting it." She gave him an approving smile as she guided Bruce's fingers into her cunt. "The k**s have taught me so much, Bert... I bet they could teach you a thing or two also." Just then, she let out a long sigh. "Oh my god that feels good, Bruce." She clamped her legs together for a moment before relaxing them. "You have no idea how much fun I've been having with them, Bert." Bruce must have hit her special spot again because she almost came off the couch this time. "Oh yes, yes, yes, honey, right there, touch mommy right there and make her cum!" She clamped her thighs tight around his hand and rode it to an incredibly vocal orgasm. When she got her senses back, she gave her husband a shy little shrug before hugging Bruce and telling him, "That was so nice honey. Mommy loves it when her little girl makes her cum." Sharon knew her father was more than ready now. Standing, she playfully wagged her finger at Gary and Bruce and told them, "I should have known I couldn't trust my wife and husband to behave. We've been married less than an hour and already the two of you are cheating on me." Barely shocking them, she stood and unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. "Well three can play that game and since we are all getting so chummy, I'm going to get comfortable." Her blouse soon joined her skirt on the floor. Except for her nylons and heels and the small gold chain around her waist, she was now totally naked. With her hands on her hips, she thrust her well fingered pussy towards her father and challenged him. "Anyone else want to join me?" She gave her b*****r and husband a look that said they better. Bruce jumped at the chance. "Count me in," he said in his soft and lilted voice. "Excuse me a minute mom," said as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Standing, he quickly slipped his skirt off. His hard cock strained inside his florid panties. "Pardon me everyone but I've been dying to do this all day." Reaching inside his panties, he freed his throbbing cock from the confines of the little pouch. Before sitting back down, he gratifyingly fisted it a few times, smiled and sighed, "Ohhh, now that feels so much better." To maintain his feminine illusion, he kept his blouse and panties on. With his cock now free, it stuck up over the top of his low slung underwear. "Now where was I," he giggled as he slipped his hand back inside his mother panties. "Ah yes, I remember this place," he said as he worked his fingers inside her cunt. "Mommy's pussy is soooo wet." "Yes it is dear and you made it that way. You know how much I love it when my pretty little girl makes me all happy." Marie was relieved to finally be able to show her husband what she had been doing with their c***dren. Reaching for her son, she said, "Bert darling, I hope this doesn't upset you, but I need this as much as Brucie does." She then pulled Bruce's panties down as far as she could and began masturbating him. "Such a nice hard cock my little girl has." Marie was looking directly at her husband and said, "Don't you think so too Bert?" Bert Winston could only watch wide-eyed. "Marie, are you really going to jack him off?" "I will take that as a yes that you do think Bruce has a lovely cock and to answer your question, yes, I was thinking about doing just that. Would that bother you dear? Would you mind if I jacked my son off?" She continued to stroke Bruce's cock as if was the most natural thing in the world for a mother to do with her son. "I've gotten quite good at it." "I bet you have," Bert laughed. "And hell no it wouldn't bother me honey!" His grip on Gary's cock never loosened. "I think I'd actually enjoy seeing you do that, Marie." Sharon knew her mother would too. She quickly looked at Gary and asked, "Well that's two down and three to go. Anyone else?" Gary laughed. "I should have known my two wives couldn't keep their clothes on for a whole afternoon." With a raised eyebrow, he looked at his father-in-law and asked, "So what do you say dad? Should we join them?" Without waiting, he stood and quickly disrobed down to his boxers and sleeveless t-shirt. His hard seven plus inch cock popped out the slit of his boxers and lewdly stood out at attention for all to see. It was obvious he'd been enjoying what his father in-law had been doing. "Much better," he grinned, and slowly stroked his cock. Bert Winston stared hungrily at Gary's beautiful cock. He took a quick look at everything going on around him and realized he wanted to join them. "Count me in," he laughed. "How about it Marie, should we join these crazy k**s?" Marie quickly let go of Bruce's cock and stood up. "What a marvelous idea honey." With her back to her son, she asked, "Help your mother dear." "Love to, mom." Bruce helped her out of her dress then wrapped her in his arms and ground his cock into her from behind. When his mother started moaning, he reached around and held her boobs. "I just love your tits, mom." Marie kissed him over her shoulder and told him, "Thank you dear, you always say the nicest things." She quickly pulled her slip over her head and then unhurriedly took off her panties and bra off. "I don't' think I'll need these anymore." She faced her husband and massaged her large firm breasts and rolled her excited nipples between her fingers before fluffing the damp pubic hair that surrounded her cunt. She liked the look Gary was giving her. "There, now that feels much better," she giggled as she comically shook her tits. "Well dear? What are you waiting for? Gary's dying to see your cock." "I'll be damned." Bert said as he stood and quickly took off his jacket and shirt and then his shoes and pants. Like Gary, he was wearing boxers and before he could control it, his erection slipped through the wide gap. "Oops," he needless apologized and shyly pushed his boner back inside his shorts. "No need to be shy, dad," Gary chuckled and possessively reached inside his shorts and fished his cock out. "You have such a beautiful cock, no need to hide it." Knowing his father-in-law would love it, he began masturbating him. "I've been dying to do this for you, dad." His own cock began to drip as he jacked off his father-in-law. "We're all f****y now, no need for any of us to be shy with each other." Gary brought his face to Bert's cock and held him against his cheek. "I love your cock, dad, and I can see where Bruce gets his." He gave Bert's cock a few quick licks before snuggling close to him. "Oh hell Gary that was fantastic. I'll give you a year to stop doing that." He was absolutely glowing. "And by the way... I think your cock is pretty damn nice too." The last of his homophobia had finally melted away. He held Gary's cock and did his best to masturbate him too. "This is incredible," he laughed as he played with his first cock. "Never knew touching another guy's cock could be so much fun and I can see why Bruce and Sharon are so in love with yours Gary." His moved his hand expertly up and down the stiff missile of flesh and enjoyed every inch of the younger man's cock. He even dared play with his balls. Gary knew his father was hooked and ready for more. "Sharon honey, why don't you move closer so your father can watch you play with your pretty pussy? I think he'd really like that." Bert groaned as his daughter stepped towards him. She was slowly pushing her fingers in and out of her shaved cunt. His hand moved faster over Gary's cock. "You're going to have to teach me how to do that son," he said, referring to how he got Sharon to obey him. Gary pretended to misunderstand him. "Bert, you've jacked off before. Just do me the same way you'd do yourself." That broke all of them up. When they finally all recovered, Gary apologized for making his father in-law the butt of the joke. "Seriously though Bert, the only way to get a woman to do that for you is to fuck her and fuck her often." Bert looked up at his daughter with pleading eyes. A foolish little boy's grin spread across his face. "That would be nice." "Really daddy? You really want to fuck me? She stepped directly in front of him. "Do you really want to, dad, because I really want to fuck you!" Her eyes were fixed on his cock and she couldn't wait to feel him inside of her. "I was never against your i****t sweetheart. I just didn't know how to tell you." Putting his hands on her bare hips, he pulled her to him. "I really would love to fuck my daughter... if no one objects." He looked uncertainly at Gary for permission. Gary quickly told him, "Bert, you don't have to ask my permission. I'm only her husband. You're her father and you have every right in the world to fuck her. All I want to do is watch... and join if you don't mind." "Mind, hell no I don't mind son." Reaching for his daughter, he guided her onto his lap. "Come to papa little girl," he laughed. "Daddy wants to fuck you." "I thought you'd never ask dad." Sharon straddled her father's legs and slowly lowered her naked body down over his. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this dad." With no foreplay needed, she sank down onto his cock and began fucking him. "Oh yessssss, yessss daddy, so good," she said as she squeezed her pussy around his thick cock. Once she was firmly impaled, she pulled his face to her tits. "Do that too daddy, suck my tits and fuck me." As her father fucked her for the first of many times, she began giggling. "Isn't i****t fun dad! I just knew you'd love it as much as mom does." "Better than fun honey. It's fucking incredible. Marie look!" Bert wanted her to see what he was doing but again, she was too occupied to notice. Bruce was between her legs and pounding his cock into his mother's cunt. "I guess I still have a lot of catching up to do," he shrewdly observed. He was certain that this wasn't the first time his wife and son had fucked. "You sure do, dad," Gary said as he stood up and offered him his cock. "Want to try out a little cock sucking too?" "I thought you'd never ask," Bert laughed. "But there's nothing little about your cock, son." Without thinking, he opened his mouth and allowed him to slide it into his mouth. He couldn't believe how good or natural it felt to have another man's cock in his mouth, especially as he fucked his daughter. Now he couldn't wait to fuck Bruce. From across the room, Bruce yelled, "Me next, dad!" His timing was perfect. Bert pulled his mouth off Gary's cock long enough to tell him, "You better believe it sweetheart. You're old dad can't wait to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours." Bruce loved that. "I can't wait either, daddy." Marie looked around Bruce's shoulder and giddily told her husband, "Oh Bert honey, you're going to love fucking your son. He has such a tight little ass. You're just going to love it." Bert had no idea how his wife knew that but guessed he'd find out soon enough. "I can't wait honey, but he will have to wait until I finish fucking my daughter."

STEPMOMS PANTIES

I didn't really like my Stepmother, but I did like using her panties and nighties to masturbate with. Susan, my Stepmother, was 35 and fairly attractive. She has dark brown curly hair, a 36c chest and a nice, plump ass. When I lived at home, I would routinely search my parent's bedroom for "contraband". I discovered my Stepmothers stash of porno flicks buried in her panty drawer. I would watch the movies when no one was home and masturbate, and since I had to dig through a pile of panties to get to them, it didn't take long before I discovered the joy of wrapping some of her silky undies around my hard cock while jerking off. After a while I found her lingerie stash, which had some great feeling satin nighties. I didn't think it could get any better, but then I found the joy of the clothes hamper. Masturbating with her recently worn panties and nighties was pure heaven. I especially liked to sneak into her room when she was in the shower, and quickly rub one off with the clothes she had just removed minutes before. Stealing the clothes was almost as exciting as the way they smelled. I had been masturbating with Susan's clothes for months when the inevitable happened. I was coming out of the bathroom at about 2 in the morning and walked right into my Stepmother, who was on the way to the bathroom. We were both surprised, and she brushed up against me while walking through the doorway. She was wearing her jade baby-doll nightie, and I could see her panties clinging to the curves of her ass once she got into the light. She must have seen me staring, and she must have noticed the bulge in my boxers before she shut the door. I went back to bed and masturbated 3 times before falling asl**p, thinking about how great she looked and trying to figure out which pair of her panties she had been wearing. I was filled with excitement the next morning as I waited for her to take a shower the next morning. As soon as I hears the water start running, I cracked open her bedroom door. I didn't see her, but I did see her discarded jade nightie on the floor-with a pair of pink panties balled up on top. My dick was raging in my shorts, and I could feel the pre-come starting to ooze. I grabbed both pieces of clothing off the floor, and immediately brought the panties to my nose. Somehow it was more exciting because I had seen her in these clothes, and didn't have to just imagine it. The scent was incredible, and the panties were moist! My left hand was rubbing the jade nightie on my crotch and my right hand was rubbing the soiled pink panties across my nose when my Stepmother walked back into the room. I wanted to die. All I could think about was how much trouble I was in, and how embarrassed I would be when Susan told my Dad. She was wrapped in a towel, and her hair was wet from the shower. She stared at me for a while before she crossed the room and sat down on the bed she shared with my Father. "So you're the one who's responsible for all the cum stains on my underwear?" she asked. I just stood there, with her silky things still clutched in my sweaty grasp and my member rapidly shrinking. She crossed her legs, reached over to the night table and grabbed her smokes. "Answer me" she said, before lighting her cigarette. I mumbled some things, not being able to think of anything I could say that would reverse time. Susan told me to come sit next to her on the bed. I was so scared and confused, why wasn't she yelling yet? Next she said "I want you to tell me all about your underwear fetish". Stunned, I just continued to stare at her luscious, towel clad form. "If you make it a good story, I promise it will be our little secret" she said. Could I trust her? She shifted positions on the bed, showing more leg. I couldn't take it, and began to tell her all about finding her porno movies and the joys of smelling her worn panties. Through it all she just looked at me and smoked her cigarette. I was out of breath and hard as a rock when I finished. "I've known for months that someone was cumming in my panties and on my lingerie" she said, "but I wasn't sure if it was you , one of your b*****rs, or even your father". Then she said something that I will never forget. "Would you like to see me wear those panties I caught you sniffing?" she asked. I was shaking so bad, but I still managed to nod my head yes. "Turn around while I put them on" Susan asked, and I jumped off the bed and turned my back to her. That was the longest five seconds of my life! She told me I could look, and when I turned around, there she stood…in her towel! I remember thinking that she had tricked me, and I was probably going to get in trouble, and then she whipped the towel off! There she stood, her damp hair clinging to the back of her neck, feet slightly apart. Her breast were so nice, chubby and full, with light pink , puffy nipples. Her belly was slightly round, and served to accentuate the curves oh her body.. The pink bikini-style panties clung tightly to her wonderful hips. Her bush was pushing against the front of the panties almost as much as my raging erection was pushing against the front of my shorts. I could see a few hairs poking out here and there. She turned around and bent over slightly, thrusting her ass in my direction. A little moan escaped my lips, and I started to fondle my cock. "I guess you like what you see" she said as she turned around to face me again. I said yes, and stopped rubbing myself. "No, no, no" Susan said, "I showed you mine, now I want to see yours-take off your clothes and jerk yourself off for me." Was she serious? She sat down on the bed again, and spread her legs wide. I could almost smell her magnificent pussy. I quickly took off my clothes. She looked at my dick and smiled. She tossed me her jade nightie, and I went to work on my dick. I was stroking my shaft and fondling my balls while she watched She slipped her hand inside her underwear and began fingering herself. I couldn't take it, and began to yank on my cock harder. Suddenly, she sat up and told me to stop. "Come sit on the bed" Susan whispered. I sat on the bed next to my Stepmother, totally naked. I wanted to blow my load so badly. She took her hand out of her panties, put it in front of my face, and said "Suck these". Before this day I had never even seen a naked woman in the flesh, and now I was getting my first taste of pussy! I put her fingers in my mouth and started sucking. The taste was amazing, nothing like I had imagined. Then I felt her hand begin to caress my dick. I was so shocked that I stopped my oral massage of her fingers. About 30 seconds into her hand job she stopped. Susan took her fingers out of my mouth and reclined on the bed. She then spread her legs, her panty covered mound inches in front of my sweaty body. "Would you like to fuck my panties?" she asked. I turned around on the bed and kneeled between her legs. She was propped up on some pillows watching me. "Do you know what to do?" she asked next. I nodded, and lowered my body on top of hers. As my cock came in contact with her silk-enclosed mound, it dislodged a large amount of pre-cum. Susan wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me close with her arms. Her tits felt wonderful crushed against my chest, and I began to hump for all I was worth. I could feel the heat and moisture my Stepmothers cunt was generating through her panties. She was letting out little moans as I slammed harder and harder against her, and I was on the verge of crying. I pulled back from her embrace a little bit and lowered my mouth to her right tit. When I sucked her diamond-hard nipple into my mouth, she moaned really loud and bucked against me. I was licking and kissing all over her boobs, and finally our lips met in a lust-filled kiss. When she stuck her tongue in my mouth, my cock erupted all over her panties and belly. I lay on top of her for a couple of minutes before rolling off. I couldn't believe what had just happened! My Stepmother was on the bed next to me, covered in sweat and my jizz. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up. She hooked a thumb into each side of her pink panties and quickly yanked them off. I stared at her pussy, the first I ever saw. Covered by a thick bush of curly brown hair at the top, I could see her plump lips sticking out from the juncture of her thighs. My cock, which had been going limp, instantly sprang back to life. Susan kneeled on the bed next to me and said "How bad do you want to fuck me?" I barely managed to say "badly", I was still staring at her box. "Roll over and lay on your stomach" she commanded. I quickly obeyed, and she put her gooey panties in front of my face. "I want you to lick all your cum and my pussy juice off of these while I finger your asshole". I was shocked, both by the thought of eating my own cum and having my Stepmother want to stick her finger in my ass. "When they're good and clean, I'll let you pussy-fuck me" she moaned in my ear. I surrendered to desire, and buried my face in the soiled panties as she began inserting her finger in my ass. The panties tasted better than anything I had ever had in my mouth. The pussy juice and cum tasted great, and I was soon moaning and slurping away. My Stepmother was behind me, thrusting her finger in and out of my butt. My raging erection was rubbing against her bed sheets, and I quickly came again. She continued to finger my ass until I got hard again, and then she rolled me over. She threw her left leg over me, straddling my raging wood. She grabbed my cock and moaned loudly as she lowered herself onto it. The feeling of my dick in her pussy was incredible! Hot and slick with her juices, I couldn't believe that I thought humping her panties had been great! She started rocking back and forth, and I reached around her and cupped her glorious ass. Susan leaned forward and I picked my head up and sucked a nipple into my mouth. We fucked like this for about two minutes before she started to orgasm. While she was bucking and moaning in the throws of sexual release, I blew my last load of the day deep in her twat. She rolled off me and lay in the bed, panting heavily. I was tingling all over with the thoughts of what had just happened and my virginity a thing of the past. We cleaned up and got dressed, then we talked about our new situation. Susan said we could keep doing it as long as I never told anyone. It had only been 10 minutes and I already wanted to fuck her again, so of course I agreed. From that day on whenever I found a pair of her dirty panties hidden under my pillow I knew we'd soon be fucking.

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My s****r Sarah and I - part 2

The second part of the story For all those of you who have asked, here's Part 2 - finally. I re-wrote it a couple of times, but this was the best version, in my mind. For all those who have left their encouraging comments, i thank you for your support. I just hope this part meets with your approval too. if so, please vote? Oh, and I appreciate your constructive comments as well. It's been a while since i've written anything like this, and I've gotten a little rusty. But I'm trying (very much so, sometimes!). My s****r Sarah and I had been lovers for most of our adolescent years, until her graduation. Then our lives had gone in opposite directions and we had lost contact with each other. I guess the separation had affected her almost as it had affected me. My name’s Brian, and this is the story of our reunification, after thirty five years. It had been a long day for me. About 14 hours of work had been bracketed by another 4 hours of nothing going right. I was about ready to jump out a window! Unfortunately, it’s a two storey building. Just before midnight, the phone rang. Shit! No one phones at that time of night unless it’s bad news, and I’d had more than my fair share today. Usually I ignore late calls, instead relying on the answering machine to pick up the important stuff and scaring the phone solicitation calls back to their electronic dungeon. But for some reason, I answered the phone anyway. “Brian? Brian Pelham?”, an unfamiliar female voice inquired. I was almost tempted to just hang up, but something stopped me. “To whom do I have the pleasure?”, I queried. Women only phone me when they’ re desperate in a non-sexual way, and none of them ever call me by name. They usually call me other things. “Brian, it’s Sarah. Did I catch you at a bad time?”. Hmm, Sarah? I didn’t know anyone by the name of Sarah. In fact, I hadn’t heard that name since . . . . “Sarah? Sarah Pelham? Is that you, s*s?”. Shit, I hadn’t heard from my s****r for thirty five years! If she was calling me now, and at this hour, she must be in one hell of a lot of trouble! Despite our estrangement, I could never ignore my little s****r! “My big b*****r! God, I didn’t know if I had the right number or not. But yeah, it’s your little s****r! I’ve been searching all over the damned continent trying to find you for over a week! Where the hell are you, anyway?”. “I could ask the same thing, s*s. I’m in Ontario now. Left the Coast just after I got back from Inuvik, what, thirty something years ago? I wanted to go back to see Mum & Dad, but they shipped me over to England, and then I heard that they’d both passed away, and, well, I never did get back. How about you? Where the hell did you get to for all these years?”. I was incredulous! After all this time, it felt like it was just yesterday that I’d last seen my little s****r! “I moved to Idaho, met a guy, got married, and we had a great life. But that’s not why I called”. “Had? What’s this ‘had’ part all about, s*s?”. Sarah went on to explain that her husband had succumbed to cancer a couple of years earlier, and her life had been on a downhill slope ever since. I had the feeling that she was in a lot more trouble than she’d ever tell me about. “Brian, I really need to talk to you, by phone if I have to, but in person if you can. Any chance?”. “Maybe, s*s. How soon do you need this talk? Tonight’s not worth a shit for me. I have to be back in the office by 6:00 tomorrow morning. Or was that an invitation to vacation in spud country?”. I knew the reference to Idaho potatoes would either get me a chuckle or a growl. But that was the way we’d been as k**s, always poking lighthearted fun at each other. “Brian, normally I’d have a come-back for that, but not tonight! But yeah, that’s an invite if you can do it. I’ll make this short, especially if you have to work early tomorrow. I need my big b*****r, desperately! How soon can you get out here? Or maybe I should go out there? And where in the hell is ‘there’ anyway? Ontario’s a big piece of real estate!”. “I’m in . . . oh, never mind where I am, s*s. Give me your number, and I’ll call you by Friday. If I’m taking an emergency leave, I really should let the office know. If war isn’t declared before, I could be out there by this time next week. Can I assume this qualifies as an emergency?”. She had me worried. Well, maybe panicky might be more accurate. “Emergency? Not yet, but if I don’t get this thing worked out, it could become one. Why? Does it make a difference?”, she wanted to know. “In your case, no. I always did have a soft spot for my little s****r. You know that. Whatever it takes to bail your pretty little ass out, I’ll have a crack at. Let me try for that emergency leave, and I’ll let you know on Friday, okay? Any chance you’re going to tell me what this ‘thing’ is that you’ve gotten yourself into?”. “Yeah, but not tonight. Maybe on Friday, but preferably when you get here, if you can come. And don’t worry, Brian, it’s not a life-threatening problem. It’s just one of those things that only my big b*****r seems to be able to fix”. Well, while I enjoyed the compliment, the idea that I wasn’t going to worry was a pipe-dream! I mean, how often does someone you haven’t seen for over half your life call in the middle of the night to extend an invitation to holiday at their place? For me, the total count was . . . zero. The next morning I put in for an emergency leave of absence starting on the weekend, with a minimum two-week duration. My boss actually volunteered to resurrect some of my missed vacation time from previous years if I needed more time than two weeks. The only request he had was that I promise to stay with the company, and to keep him posted weekly. After having been with the company this long, and being within five years of early retirement, there wasn’t much chance I’d be job-hunting, especially in Idaho! On Friday, I called Sarah with the news, and demanded to know exactly where in No-man’s Land I was aiming for. Following her directions, it looked like she lived about 25 miles beyond “Please resume speed”! I booked a flight to Boise for Monday afternoon and arranged for a rental car at the airport. With a little luck, I’d be at my s****r’s place by late Monday evening. My scheduling was pretty close, and I rolled up to her door just after 9:00 local time. As I pulled into the driveway, my little s****r came running out looking like she’d just won a lottery. There was barely enough time to turn off the ignition before she reefed the door open and almost crushed me with one of those hugs that I hadn’t had for entirely too long. It was immediately augmented with the most sensuous kiss I could ever remember. Not your usual b*****r-s****r kiss, but one of those long, penetrating, tongues duelling kisses! To say that I was stunned would be an understatement! “s*s, are you gonna let me outta this machine, or are we gonna homestead right here in the driveway?”. There had always been an element of flippancy between us as k**s, and it seemed to just naturally surface. It also felt like old times again, making me even more aware of how much I’d missed this . . . well, she wasn’t a girl any more. But the years had been kind to her, and she was just as beautiful as I remembered. Her breasts were still firm, with no apparent sagging, her stomach was as taut as it had been when she was a teenager, and her corn-silk golden blonde hair was just as gorgeous as I remembered. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body anywhere that I could find. Even her muscle tone was impeccable! Sarah crawled off my neck long enough for me to get out of the car, grab my bags, and make my way into the house. But as soon as we were inside, she re- attached herself in a way that said she was going to be there for a while. Like it broke my heart, alright! I hadn’t held this body close to me for . . . decades, and I wasn’t about to stop now! Even her urgent kiss had my bl**d pressure roaming amongst high numbers! “Umm, s*s? I’ve missed you, too, but is there any chance I can beg something to eat first? Breakfast was a long time ago, and my stomach’s beginning to think my throat’s been cut”. Sarah rummaged up a couple of sandwiches and a glass of rosé wine. We sat and talked about nothing in particular, until my curiosity got the better of me. “So what’s this emergency that I’m here to fix, s*s? And while you’re at it, maybe you can fill me in on where you went while I was up North. I came home to find you’d gone, left the country, and never left a forwarding address”. “Let’s start with the where I went part first. It makes the rest of it fall into place a bit better”. It seems that while I was in the Arctic, our mother had found out about Sarah and I, and our i****tuous love affair. Mum blamed it all on me, naturally, but my little s****r had taken the entire blame. As a result, Mum had literally thrown her out of the house. I don’t know if they ever made up, but my Dad was devastated about Sarah leaving. Mum may have known where she went, but wouldn’t tell either my Dad or me. Christ, did that piece of news ever get my bl**d boiling! Anyway, Sarah had met a guy in Idaho, married him, and they had one c***d, a girl, when Sarah was in her late thirties. Her daughter Annie had just graduated, and was now in university. Her husband had died a couple of years earlier, and while he had left his wife financially comfortable, the rest of her life was falling down around her ears. “Okay, so much for the missing background, s*s. Bring me up to speed on what’s happening with you now”. It seemed that Sarah had built her whole life around her husband and daughter, but with them both gone, she felt deserted, lost, and desperate for some kind of emotional anchor. I wasn’t sure where I fit into this jigsaw puzzle, but I was about to find out. “Sarah, I’m still not clear on how I can help. I know there’s a plan roaming around in that pretty little head of yours, but I still have the same old problem. I can read newspapers, but I can’t read minds. Talk to me”. There was a long pause as Sarah studied the floor, deep in thought. “Brian, when I was f******n, I fell deeply in love with my big b*****r, and I think he was in love with me, too. In all these years, I never stopped loving him, and now . . . well . . . I need my big b*****r to love me again. I need to love him just as much as I did when I was a teen. I guess I could have told you all that over the phone, but I just had to see you again. If you could find it in your heart to love me back, that would be awesome. And if not, at least I got to see you one last time. That’s why I wanted you to come out here, to see you again”. There was another one of those long and uncomfortable pauses. Shit, I wasn’t ready for that curve! Did I still love my little s****r? Oh yeah! But was I still in love with her? That would take some time to figure out. “Bottom line, then, s*s, is you’re asking me to be your lover again? That’s a long leap after thirty five years, don’t ya think? I mean, we aren’t the same people we were back then. You’ve changed, and I have too. We both have a lot of left-over baggage to think about. You’re widowed, and I’m divorced, so availability isn’t the issue, but what about the scars we’ve accumulated? It’s gonna take a bit of time to sort all that out, isn’t it? Are you ready to go through all that?”. “I’ve had a lot of time to think this through, Brian. Am I ready? More than you’ll ever know. The question is, are you? Given the opportunity, would you even want to bother? I don’t know. Only you do. But if I don’t ask, I’ll never know, and it’s that wondering whether or not, that’s eating my guts out. So now, it’s your turn to talk to me”. Damn! She was my s****r, but she was just as much of a turn-on now as she had ever been. Not just her body, but her heart and soul as well. This was going to take some serious thinking. “Sarah, let me sl**p on it tonight, okay? I’ve never even considered it. Not until now, anyway. But, for what it’s worth, I do love you. Still. But one of those scars I mentioned has got me staying away from loving any woman. There aren’t too many ladies that I’m inclined to change that for”. I stared into her eyes, looking for an answer. Hell, I’d settle for a subtle hint! But deep down inside me, I knew I had feelings for this woman that had been launched so many years ago, and still existed. “Sarah, like I said, there aren’t many women, but you just might be one”. July 4th doesn’t have fireworks as bright as the lights in my s****r Sarah’s eyes at that moment! I felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Just to complicate matters, I was given my choice of beds to sl**p in, one being the guest bed and the other my s****r’s. One part of me wanted some space and time to sort out my aching head. The other screamed at me to do something about the ache I my heart. All that, and I was too tired to even make the decision! But I’d let my head rule my heart for so many years that it had become second nature. My first gut reaction was to use the guest bed, get some rest, and think through this whole situation until the morning. Sarah and I crawled into her bed anyway. There was a method to the madness. First, letting my head rule my heart had gotten me into enough shit over the years. It was time for a change. Second, if you had to make a choice between sl**ping alone or with my gorgeous s****r, the question wouldn’t have come up in the first place! We overcame the initial awkwardness easier than I thought we would. Well, maybe it was just me that felt awkward, because Sarah showed no signs of being uncomfortable disrobing in front of me. With that body, she sure had nothing to be ashamed of! I didn’t feel quite so gallant. In fact, I felt like an embarrassed bridegroom, overly concerned with my bride’s reaction to what she had married! The years had added a few pounds and several extra inches around my middle. Definitely not the body my little s****r had known the last time we had been together! For the first time in my life, I felt self-conscious! “Mmm! Big b*****r, you’ve got too many clothes on! Get your fat ass undressed, and into that bed before I do it myself!”, Sarah growled at me. I had no idea if her comment was for her benefit or mine. To be honest, I no longer cared, either. Within seconds we were under the sheets, her in a sheer nightie that reached just below her pussy, and me in my undershorts. I chuckled to my self that this pair had a very slim chance of seeing the light of morning still intact. My little s****r had been known to literally shred fabrics that got between her and her desired destination! It’s amazing how you go through inconsequential details in your mind in a new situation, and tonight was no different for me. For example, Sarah and I had our preferred locations on a bed when we were together, and we automatically assumed those positions now. As I got comfortable, I realized that this side had a definite imprint that told me my s****r usually slept where I was now. When I mentioned that fact to her, she was quite unaware of it, then came up with one of the greatest come-backs ever. “Guess I must have been keeping that side warm for my big b*****r. Either that, or anticipating him being back with me!”. I didn’t care which it was, or whether it was true or not. But it did inspire me to pull Sarah closer to me. She immediately laid her head on my chest wrapped an arm over my stomach, and covered my legs with her upper thigh. In less than a nanosecond, thirty five years of being lost and apart from each other disappeared! “Damn, Brian! I’ve wanted this moment for so fucking long! Even when I was in Tom’s arms, I remembered what it was like to be in yours. Even had fantasies about it! Now that I’m here again, I’m never leaving! Not until you’re dead and cold, and that’s still a questionable thing!”, Sarah murmured. It sounded kind of ghoulish, but I knew exactly what she meant. “I know what you mean, s*s. But I’ll tell you a secret. I’m gonna count to three, and if your lips aren’t up here, I’m gonna drag you up by the hairs until they are!”. Sarah lifted her eyes as her muscles anticipated moving. Just as she was about an inch away from my hungry lips, I mumbled, “Three”, then tasted her luscious kisses. She almost attacked me, her demanding urgency for love possessing me, consuming me, making me feel helplessly vulnerable to her. I’d lost many, many battles against my little s****r’s charms. This proved to be another one. As Sarah broke that long-overdue kiss, she whispered, “I thought you said you were counting to three?”. “I did. I just didn’t say I would count by ones!”, I whispered back. She chuckled softly, then attacked me again, her tongue almost forcing itself on me. As I said, I never could say no to my little s****r. She gained entrance, and ran her tongue up the back of my upper teeth and across my palette. It had been electric when we were younger, and it was even more so now. I groaned in delight, not able to stop the reaction even if I had wanted to. Almost instinctively, my hand sought her breast, wanting it, needing it, demanding the softness of it against my palm. Even after the missing decades between us, I knew exactly where it was, what part of it felt so familiar, and what portions gave Sarah the most pleasure. Spreading my thumb, I cupped the underside of her as I enveloped that magical orb of femininity, drawn to her like a moth to light. Sliding over her gossamer-like smooth skin, my fingers found her nipple, capturing it between thumb and index finger in a grip that allowed me to lightly tease her quickly-hardening nub. Sarah gasped deeply, then moaned as her breath escaped. Being locked against her lips, I felt that moan more than heard it We both froze in the rapture of our physical contact, neither one of us willing to break the spell it cast over us. But Sarah wanted more. Still clamped to my lips, and with my hands fondling her breast, she slid her own hand down my belly and over my semi-erect cock. Her fingers lightly traced an outline from the back of my nut sac to the tip of my cockhead and back down again. It took maybe two complete cycles to get me as hard as I remembered being when I was nineteen! Twice more and her fingers found the waistband of my shorts and scooted under it. Pausing on the way to continuing her manipulation of my turgid meat, she tickled the pubic hairs at the base of my cock. That had driven me crazy the last time we made love, and it still had the same effect, only more so! In reaction to my little s****r’s touch, I rolled us both over so that she was on her back and I was on my side. Sarah’s fingers were trapped between my thighs during that manoeuver, gripping my sac lightly but deliberately. I snatched the hem of her nightie with my hand and pushed it up to her neck, then broke our kiss so that I might taste her marble-hard nipple between my lips. Sarah stopped stroking me just long enough to remove that fabric barrier to her chest, then re-established her claim to the exclusivity of my manhood. The confines of my shorts became a frustration for her, and she grabbed the leg opening and ripped it to oblivion! A part of me felt shocked as I realized that I wore a waistband and a leg opening of elastic, but nothing between those two items. The sensation of her fingers on my prick pushed that thought out of my head instantly! It also called up a demanding desire in my hand to practise its wanderlust tendencies as I traced a pathway from her breast, over her tummy, danced sensuously in the forest of her corn-silk soft pussy fur, as continued its journey to the wondrous secrets of her slit. My first encounter was the hood of her clitoris, and I hooked my finger at the apex of that inverted V as I beckoned her nub to join in our re-acquaintance. The response was almost instantaneous as Sarah’s sex button emerged to greet me at the same time its owner groaned in delighted rapture. She jerked her leg, bending it at the knee as she invited, begged, and demanded that I explore the entire territory of her gash. As desperately as I wanted to comply, I wasn’t anywhere near finished with the conversation with my favourite friend, her nub. By the feel of the pressure Sarah was pushing herself against my finger, it wasn’t ready to part either. However, all good things must come to an end, and I took my leave as I slid deeper into the cavern of her vulva, replacing that wandering digit with my thumb to console her deserted clit. It must have appreciated the gesture, as Sarah gasped and groaned even more as I sought her entrance. Her outer lips opened to my intrusion like the petals of a flower, welcoming me like a long-lost lover in to that love-cave that I hadn’t visited for so long. As though to spread the welcome mat, her love canal flooded it self with Sarah’s juices, beckoning me to come in and correct a long-overdue absence. Somehow, Sarah’s panties had disappeared from her body, and to this day, I have no idea how or where. I just know that their guard over her charms was totally ineffective, and their disappearance appreciated by both of us. It also made my return to her cave of passion more welcoming. As I extended my search, Sarah’s demand that I spend as much time visiting as possible was expressed in a series of quick gasps, moans, groans, and mewls, each one increasing my feelings of lust and love more than the last. God, I wanted this woman! My finger just had to pave the way for my now-straining cock, the same one my s****r’s hand had tight possession of! Moving to the ridges of her G-spot that I had known so well before, I lightly rubbed across them as an announcement of my return. My beckoning to that erogenous area of Sarah’s sex was greeted with an onslaught of lust and desire. “Oh God, Brian! I’ve waited for this for so goddamned long! You still know this body, and that part of me that wants you inside me so badly! Shit, big b*****r, I need you to make me cum!”. Within seconds I could feel her walls beckoning, calling, demanding my further residence as her cunt contracted and gripped me in an unyielding attempt at total capture. The arch of her back off the bed advertised to anyone sensing her that she was about to soar to the heights of an overwhelming orgasm. I welcomed its coming, invited its arrival, insisted on its advance. Sarah pushed her hips f***efully against my arm as her cum consumed her very existence. “Y-e-s-s-s, big b*****r! I’m c-c-u-u-u-m-m-m-n-n-n-g-g-g!!”, and Sarah’s entire body trembled, shook, and froze as the sensations of her climax superceded everything else in her being! I’m not sure who enjoyed this trip to Nirvana more, her for going there, or me for being able to open the gates to her pleasure. The increased pressure of her grasp on my cock almost made me a connected part of her experience, and I loved it! I continued to stimulate her vagina until she eased out of its claim on her. “Dammit, Brian! You have no idea how much I missed how you can do that to me, to my body! Now it’s my turn! Come inside me, give me that gorgeous cock of yours, fill your little s****r that’s missed you so fucking bad all these years!”, and that little wisp of femininity rolled me over her thigh into a position of demand between her legs. In one swift movement, she had placed me just at the entrance to her cunt, and was rocking her hips with sufficient f***e to wrap her pussy lips around my cockhead. It was an invitation no man could refuse, even if he’d been dead for two hundred years! My lust insisted that I ram myself deep into her as quickly as I could, but the love for this wonderful woman demanded that I savour every inch, every millimetre of the journey! Advancing slowly but deliberately into her love channel, the ridge of my glans explored and delighted in the many textures of her cunt walls, until we were finally joined by both our sexes and our pubic bones. I could feel the pointed hardness of her clit as it pressed against my skin, seeking its own private doorway into my body! We both gasped and revelled in the union, and probably made enough noise to wake the dead! And you know what? Neither one of us gave a flying fuck about anybody, or anything, outside our tight sphere of consciousness! “Fuck me, big b*****r! Fuck your little s****r’s cunt and make her come! God, Brian, I need you so fucking badly! If you even think about pulling that cock out of me, I’ll cut the Goddamned thing off and keep it until my dying day! Take me! Now!”, Sarah screamed lustfully. A thought about correcting her terminology flew into my brain. It left almost as soon as it arrived, probably because the feelings that Sarah’s pussy was telegraphing to my groin, my cock, and my entire body were so overwhelming that there wasn’t room for conscious thought! I had never wanted a woman as much as I wanted my little s****r that moment! Instinctively, my hips began to pull my manhood out of her sex tube, then push me back in to the farthest reaches of her cum cavity, slowly at first, then faster with the power of her lust. The connection between us demanded more of her, and for her! It felt like mere seconds later that my balls tightened and lifted as they primed my cum-tube with a huge charge of womb-filling scalding spunk! Damn, as much as my body wanted to climax, the sensory overload screamed for more of her, of this coupling, of her total possession of me! But try as I might to control that invading pressure at the base of my cock, I was helpless! As the imminence of my explosion established itself, I became aware of the tightening grip of Sarah’s walls on my turgid meat. We would cum together! Now, instead of dreading the culmination of our joining, I welcomed it, craved it, almost willed it! Sarah arched her back in an effort to f***e me as deep inside her as was physically possible. To that end, I rammed my phallus as deep into her as I could go, then kept it at that depth as the first stream of my hot sticky cream burst from my jizz slit in its quest for her waiting womb! In response, Sarah’s cum-canal almost sucked me to its furthest extent, yelling for more of my seed! In unison, we screamed of the domination of our lust to the rest of the world! As our orgasms invaded every cell of our bodies, the intensity was such that I could almost feel my s****r’s orgasm in conjunction with my own! The grip of her legs around my waist implies that she could also feel mine! We were joined not only physically, but spiritually as well! Never, in all my memories, had I felt this much a part of another human being’s existence! The closest I could come to for a description was an effect similar to Alice Through The Looking Glass! We rode the crest of that wave of passion and lust together, our souls joined as they swooped through the open skies of our joint existence! Too soon, the experience ended, but the memory of that one shared moment would remain until the stars all burned out! With a peace that I hadn’t felt inside me for . . . well, a very long time, I held my little s****r as tightly as I dared, afraid that after finding her again, I might lose her! If the question of being in love with her had been posed before, it was a no- brainer now! I could feel and sense that Sarah felt exactly the same way, and for the same reasons. It was a toss-up as to who held who the closest and tightest, not that the final score amounted to a hill of beans. We both knew, deep in our hearts, that the separation from each other was over, and the reunification was the single most important aspect of our very existence. No words were needed to communicate the revelation to each other, and none were spoken. “Brain? I love you, dammit! I’ve wanted you, needed you, and on occasion, had you, most of my life. But I’ve never felt this close to anyone, ever, before! I just wish it never had to end, that’s all”. “End? Who says it’ll ever end, s*s? You just took a part of me that I can’t exist without, so I guess I’ll just have to either fade away, or stick around for the rest of whatever! Like it or not, you’re gonna have to get used to your big b*****r invading your life. Think you can handle that?”. The warmth and strength of her kiss as she possessed another part of me for eternity was answer enough. “One more little favour, Sarah? Please, please, don’t ever ask me to fuck you again. I’ve had you, taken you, loved you, given myself freely to you, and hope to live ling enough to do all that again. But I’ve never just straight-out fucked you. You mean too much to me to just use you and discard the left-overs. I know, it’s a picky little thing, but it’s also a part of me that you’ve made me realize. I neither can, nor want to lose track of that gift. Deal?”. Sarah squeezed me tight enough to remind me of my ribs, and it was painful. Painful, but in a good way, a loving way, a part of us way. It just wasn’t something I wanted to go through continuously. I definitely would, however, always remember the lady that had caused that sharp reaction, and why she’d done it. For the rest of our lives, I’d remember. Sarah eased out of the bed and made her way carefully over to her bureau, opening one of the drawers just out of my vision of its contents. “Just where the hell do you thing you’re going, young lady?”, I demanded of her. “Get the pretty little ass over yours back here, and hold me like no other woman can! That isn’t a request, either! It’s a demand!”, I growled at my little s****r. “Listen, Buddy!. I have a pussy full of my b*****r’s hot cum in me, and I intend to keep every drop of his life-giving cream, and every degree of his heat inside my cunt, to savour for as long as I can! You have no fucking idea of how much that means to me, how long I’ve waited to have a part of him inside me again! I’m grabbing a pair of panties to help hold him inside me!”, and she slipped on a pair of pink silk panties that barely covered her pussy. Pulling them up tight enough to do their job of retaining my cum, they outlined her slit like a second skin. Seeing her gorgeous sex inspired a threatening twitch from my cock, “I saw that, Brian Pelham!”, Sarah declared. “Try that one more time and I’ll suck you until you’re hard again, then ride you until I’m so fucking full of your spunk that I’ll leave tracks like a fucking slug for a week!”. Sarah could always get me lathered when she talked dirty like that, and she knew it! There were still logistics to plan, problems and conflicts to overcome, and a hundred and one other details to take care of. Most of them would be relatively easy, but one or two would prove to both of us just how strong that commitment to each other that had started almost a half century earlier really was. The next morning, over coffee, I had some more of those usual ten million questions buzzing around in my brain. A lot of them had been answered last night, but some still existed. Sarah still wore those protective panties from the previous night, and not much else. The sight of her body made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. But I tried. Honest, I really did! “Umm, s*s? You mentioned an emergency crisis when you called. Gonna fill me in on what that is, and maybe how I can help?”. “That depends, b*****r of mine. You mentioned that you might stick around, right? Any decisions yet?”. “Yeah. Well, sort of. I know what I want and need to do. I just haven’t figured out where I need to be to do it. And you’re right. That was almost another repeat of ducking the question, wasn’t it?”. “Maybe. Tell me what it is that you want to do. We’ll come back to the where you want to do it part later”. “Okay, what I want to do, and need to do, is be with my little s****r for the rest of whatever. Last night proved to me beyond all doubt that, while I may be able to live like an urban hermit, I really don’t want to any more. There’s something inside me that makes me feel complete, fulfilled, and worthwhile. It also seems that you’ re the only person I know that can bring that part of me out. Now that I’ve found it again, and you too, I’ll be damned if I’m prepared to live without it. Or you, for that matter. I warned you about that last night, just before we fell asl**p. Remember?”. “Oh yeah, I remember! This morning, I thought you might have said that in the heat of passion, and I’ve been a little afraid of that possibility. Are you telling me that I can stop worrying now?”. “Yeah . . . yeah, s*s, I am. You asked me if I was still in love with you last night, remember? Well, turns out I am, so I’ve got the same problem as you. Only cure I can think of is to get back to what we dreamed of years ago. That brings up the next question though. Are we gonna stay here in Idaho, growing spuds or whatever, or are we going to ship you out to Ontario? There’s strong arguments both ways on that point. Talk to me, little s****r. I need you to be in this fifty-fifty”. “Brian, if it was just me, I wouldn’t care if we moved to Pago-Pago! But you do have a niece, and she says she wants to get to know her uncle. Her life is here in Idaho, and to be honest, I can’t see her pulling up roots and moving to Ontario. I’m not so sure that, with her being almost as important in my life as you are, I’d be comfortable in Ontario without her. So there’s a dilemma we have to address, right? It might mean that, if we’re going to be together, you’d have to move down here. Is that do-able?”. My mind raced through a thousand scenarios, but it was do-able, as she phrased it. I’d have to pull a lot of strings and call every favour I was owed, but yeah, it was do-able. I went through some of my ideas with my little s****r, just to help reassure her that our separation was finally over. Then I downed my coffee, poured a refill, and made some phone calls. Brad, my boss, couldn’t give me a definitive answer, but promised he would just as soon as he found anything out. Until that happened, there was no sense banging my head on a wall. The walls always won anyway. Just as I was sitting down at the table again, the door burst open and in walked my niece! I’d never met her before, or even seen her picture, but I would have recognized her anywhere, even on a moonless night! And despite my weakening eyesight brought about with age, I think I had my first experience with double vision! Annie, my niece, struck me as a perfect clone of Sarah when I had last seen her, at the ripe old age of eighteen! For reasons that I didn’t have the concentration to figure out, that sight made my heart rate almost double! “Hi! You must be my uncle Brian, right?”. any control I had ever had of my facial muscles evaporated as my jaw headed for the floor at the acceleration rate of gravity. “I’m Annie, your niece! Mum said you’d be here today, and I’ve been so looking forward to getting to know you!”. Ever had one of those situations happen to you that had red flashing lights and warning bells going off in your head? You have? As of that second, me too . . . . As you can see, there's a potential opening to turn this into a multi-part story. Send me a PM if you'd like to see it grow. Meanwhile, I have some other outlines to work on and finish. I'll post them when I feel they're ready . . . if anyone's interested.