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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Posting Schedule:
This story is reposted due to numerous requests. Because of the length
of the story, many of you have missed chapters. For that reason I am
going to try to post on the following schedule:
Friday, May 26 - Two Families - The Cruise in its entirety (6 Chapters)
Monday, May 29 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 1-6
Tuesday May 30 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 7-13
Wednesday, May 31 - Two Families - Epilogue
These postings will be made to alt.sex.stories,
alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories.incest, so if miss a
chapter in one newsgroup, you can probably find it in another. Another
method of finding missing chapters is to go to your favorite search
engine and search for TWO FAMILIES only in the newsgroups, rather than
web pages.
What is Two Families?
First of all -- this story is completely fiction. The story is in two
parts. The Cruise details a memorable week in the lives of two close
families - a Caribbean cruise. The Teenage Years picks up at the end
of the cruise and follows the two families until the day our hero --
Jason Bradford -- leaves home for college. Then, the Epilogue returns
about 10 years later in Jason's life and lets you know how everything
turned out for our two families.
As always, comments are appreciated -- either posted here to the
newsgroup or by email to thor4u@my-deja.com
Enjoy the story.
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Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Four
By Thor4u
Kim was very busy in her first week back at school because it was
sorority rush. Kim was a member of one of the best sororities on
campus and she took her sistership duties seriously. Even though she
was frantically busy, Kim called Jason each night. Most of the talk
was excited chatter about the outfits they wore, the skits they did,
the songs they sung (Kim has a pretty voice and sang all the songs to
Jason), and breathless tales of this "awesome" pledge candidate or
that. None of it made sense to Jason, but he was happy to hear Kim so
happy.
Of course, they also talked about their schedules, especially when Kim
was coming home. It was going to be a long dry spell before Kim came
home for the first time on Columbus Day weekend, the second weekend in
October. It wasn't even September yet, and Columbus Day sounded like a
lifetime apart.
But once they got past Columbus Day, it wasn't so bad. Jason was
coming up to Tuscaloosa the first weekend in November for the Auburn
game, and then Kim was coming home again for Thanksgiving. After
Thanksgiving, there were only three weeks left in the semester; Kim
would be home for two weeks then, until right after New Years. It
would be rough, but they could make it.
As classes started for both Kim at the University of Alabama and Jason
in high school, study pretty much took over both of their lives. Both
were very serious students -- neither had ever gotten anything less than
an "A." And although Jason was only a high school sophomore, he was
taking his first Advanced Placement course, a math class. If he got a
good grade, that course would be accepted by most colleges as a college
math course. So they both hit the books hard.
They quickly found that neither of them could settle down to study
without their nightly phone conversation. So Kim would call Jason
right after dinner, and they would happily talk about their "stuff."
But -- and you should have already have guessed this, dear reader -- they
couldn't go to sleep at night either without their goodnight kiss. So
each night, Kim would call Jason back, they would talk very briefly,
tell each other "I love you" and then say goodnight.
This telephone pattern continued throughout that first semester.
*********
Two weeks after Kim went back to college, Brenda called me in
desperation early one morning. She was ready to go to work, but had
discovered her car had a flat tire. Her husband Paul was out of town,
as always. She asked me to come over and put the spare on for her, and
said she would then drive Cassie and I to school on her way to work. I
agreed and rode my bicycle over to their house. I fixed the tire and
we went to school. At the end of the day I took the bus home with
Cassie and rode my bike back to my house. No big deal.
The following day, however, just as I was walking out the door to catch
the school bus, Brenda called again. She asked if I would believe she
had another flat tire, and I said no. She just laughed and admitted
that she did not. But she said she enjoyed seeing me again yesterday;
she said it had been a long time since we had talked. She also said
she had a lot of sick time at work and was playing hooky. If I was
interested, I could ride my bike over, hide it in her garage, and no
one would even know I was there.
I said no, of course. But it was nice to talk with Brenda again, and
before I realized how long we had been talking I heard my bus roaring
down the street. I had missed my bus! When I declined the repeated
offer to play hooky, Brenda offered me a ride to school. I accepted.
Well, Brenda showed up wearing a tight pair of cutoffs and a tube top!
You probably remember that Brenda is a little heavy, and she has an
enormous set of 38DD tits. I don't know what her ass and legs looked
like when she stood up, but in the car her tits were outrageous. We
talked all the way to school (about a 20 minute ride), and I couldn't
take my eyes off her tits. She liked that.
Part of the trip was on the expressway, but as soon as she got into
quiet residential streets, Brenda reached up with one hand and pulled
her tube top down around her mid-riff. Her gigantic orbs stood naked
before me, and it was only a few seconds before Brenda's nipples
started to harden noticeably. My big cock also started to rise in my
pants.
"It's seems like forever since anyone's spunked these lonely titties,
Jason. I haven't had any lovin' since you and I were together on the
cruise," Brenda whined. Then, she cooed sexily, "Are you sure you want
to go to school today? I'd really love for you to play hooky with me?"
It was really tempting. Her tits really looked good, and all that
sexiness from the cruise flooded my senses. But I couldn't. I just
couldn't. I said no.
Brenda accepted my refusal in good spirits. She had seen how I looked
at her, and she knew I really did want to be with her again. She
repeated her "sexual mentor" offer.
"It doesn't have to be sex, Jason. I'm here whenever and however you
want me sexually, you know that. But, I won't try to seduce you. I
just know you are going to have questions you need to ask someone you
trust. Even if you just want to talk, that is okay. Deal?"
"Yeah, that's a deal. And don't get me wrong, Brenda. You know how I
feel about you as a friend. I know you really are trying to help --
and, yes, there are some questions I need to get answered. But not
today. Not cutting school. I really do appreciate it -- but I have to
say no today."
As I replayed the tapes of that conversation in my head all day, I
wished I had been more forceful, more emphatic in my refusal. I had
gone from "no way" in our last conversation to "not today" in this
one. But I also realized that I didn't feel so sure of myself. I did
have questions...and Brenda did have an incredibly gorgeous set of
tits. And I had an abundant load of cum for those babies, despite
masturbating at least twice a day since Kim returned to college.
When I told Kim about the episode that night, she just laughed. She
cheerfully reminded me that I had the green light from her to do
anything I wanted with Brenda. And she reminded me that we still had a
lot of questions about our anal sex failure and that an experienced
woman like Brenda could probably give us some suggestions on lots of
things. (Yeah, I'll bet!)
Well, as luck would have it, that week we had a "teacher work day" on
Friday. That meant the teachers, including Mom, had meetings and
conferences, but the kids were off from school.
I had no plans, other than just hang out at the pool. About 8:45 AM,
the phone rang. It was Brenda, calling to see if my Mom wanted to go
to the mall. I told her Mom was at work, at a big conference
downtown. Brenda then remembered it was a "work day," and told me
Cassie's science class was on a three-day trip to Kennedy Space
Center. To my surprise, Brenda didn't hit on me. Didn't even invite
me over. She just said to tell my Mom she had called, and said goodbye.
As I put on my suit and started down to the pool, I thought of Brenda.
Maybe I should call her. Maybe I should talk to her. I really did
have a lot of questions. And, sunning at our pool was one of Brenda's
favorite passtimes; inviting her over would be a nice gesture to an old
friend. Also, it was on my turf, which gave me some confidence. I
could tell her Mom might come home at any time from her meeting, and
that was actually true -- these "work day" conferences seldom lasted
past lunch. So I called Brenda back and she accepted enthusiastically.
I told her it was just to talk, and she agreed without question.
Brenda arrived wearing a nice bikini. She's a very voluptuous woman
and she looked incredibly sexy, but in the context of Brenda's normal
pool attire, she was actually conservatively dressed -- for Brenda. She
looked good enough to eat, and that thought occurred to me more than
once.
We talked for a while about life in general. She asked about Kim and I
gave her a thumbnail sketch of her activities. She asked about my
school. Finally, I told her I had some questions about sex. I
mentioned oral sex. I lied and said that the only time I'd ever done
anything sexual was with her, so I didn't know much about oral sex.
Brenda gave me a long dissertation on oral sex. She explained how it
is done, both female to male and vice versa, and that there are two
main uses of oral sex. The first is foreplay, and the second is to
take your partner to complete gratification. Without shifting into her
slutty persona, Brenda said that she loves oral sex and thinks it is
just a big waste to use it only for foreplay. Her eyes were gleaming
when she spoke about how much she liked it. Then she said, "At least
as much as I can remember, I like it. Haven't had it in a long, long
time. But enough about me, what other questions do you have?"
I asked about intercourse positions, launching another lengthy
discourse from Brenda. She told me her favorite was sitting on Paul as
he lay on his back, because "poor Paul" had a little dick and she got
more penetration that way. She also told me I would never have that
problem with the "beautiful cock" I had. I thanked her. She concluded
the discussion by saying it wasn't the position that was important.
What was important was what you did in each position, and how the two
people felt about the experience.
That led to a discussion of the differences between making love and
fucking. Brenda, like me, enjoys both. She also surprised me by
saying that she missed fucking more than making love. She said Paul
really never had been very sexy, but when he was, it was usually more
the love-making variety.
"Jason, I have always loved a good, hard fuck. I like a man who just
loves to fuck my pussy...just for the pure sexual gratification of it.
I always have. It's exciting, and there's nothing quite like it.
Paul's never been into fucking, and one of these days, I'm just going
to go to a bar and find somebody to fuck me!" She wasn't kidding.
Finally, the conversation was pretty much exhausted. We had gotten
enough sun, so Brenda thanked me for the invitation, kissed me lightly
on the cheek, and left.
I focused on two things as I reviewed the day: 1) Brenda, who had shown
an increasing drinking problem, had not consumed a drop of
alcohol...although she knew she was welcome to the ample supply in our
house, and 2) Brenda had not hit on me once. She had plenty of
opportunities. We had talked candidly about sex for hours, but she had
never even asked, "Want me to show you that one?" It had been a nice
chat. Next time I would ask her about anal sex.
********
Brenda replayed the day, too. She was proud of herself for not
drinking, and for limiting herself to just talking. She was really
hungry for a man, especially for one with a huge cock like Jason's.
She would have liked nothing better than to show him exactly what oral
sex was all about, but in the end, she was glad she hadn't tried. She
needed to regain his trust.
She also knew that Jason had lied to her quite a bit. He was not as
much of a tender young virgin as he let on. She could tell,
particularly when they discussed intercourse, that he knew more than he
admitted. He'd either had some really specific talks (as Kim had told
her he had with both Kim and Betsy), or he'd done the deed. She
doubted that he was still virgin, although she didn't know of any
girlfriend. She briefly considered her Cassie, but discarded that
idea. If they were dating, even casually, she would know. Cassie
never could keep a secret, Brenda mused!
*********
Later that weekend, on Sunday afternoon, Brenda came over for more
pool, sun, and talk. She spent most of the time talking to Mom while I
swam in the pool with a couple of friends from school. Because I had a
couple of guys visiting, Mom was wearing her conservative one-piece
suit, but Brenda had on a very revealing bikini. Again, for Brenda it
was a fairly conservative bikini, but her tits were so huge she looked
like something out of Hustler anyway.
My two young buddies (both classmates, one 15 and the other a young 16)
thought they had died and gone to heaven! They got to spend the
afternoon looking at one absolutely beautiful woman (Mom), and one
outrageous slut (Brenda). I tried to convince them that Brenda was
actually a great person, but they had labeled her a slut, and a slut
she was to be forever as far as they were concerned.
They made another incorrect assumption, too. They were constantly
talking about how "hot" Brenda was, and how cold and snooty her
daughter Cassie was. One of them even said he bet Cass would be a
virgin for life, because she was so stuck-up and aloof from all of the
kids at school. Boy, if they only knew the truth!
At about 4 PM, my buddies left, but Brenda was staying for dinner. Mom
was making spaghetti and meatballs. When Mom went up to cook, Brenda
stayed down at the pool with me. We had a long talk.
I complimented Brenda and shared my friends' remarks about her. Brenda
was very happy to hear that she was appreciated.
"At least by somebody, Jason," she said. "I sure don't get any
appreciation at home. Or anything else."
"Aw, Brenda...I'm sure it's not that bad," I answered.
"You're right, it's not that bad...it's a lot worse! And I'm fed up
with it. Paul will be home later tonight and he'll probably be in town
for about a week. I've decided that if he doesn't give me what I need,
I'm going out and finding someone who will. I've had it with this
bullshit life! I don't deserve this, and I'm not settling for it any
more."
As we continued our discussion, Brenda repeated her offer to be my
sexual mentor. Her tongue had been loosened by alcohol and she left no
doubt what she would do with me if she ever got me in bed. Finally,
Brenda changed her approach, telling me how much she NEEDED my big cock
inside her. She was so specific, it was almost like phone sex!
At that point, Mom called us for dinner, so the question was left
hanging. Brenda left right after dinner to go get ready for Paul's
return and we never had a chance to talk about it again, which was a
relief to me.
I told Kim all about the afternoon during our nightly phone calls, but
she was no help. She kept encouraging me to have sex with Brenda. I
was getting a little tired of hearing that.
Kim repeated her encouragement on Monday and Tuesday, and I didn't like
it at all. Finally, Tuesday night, I blew up at her. I told her I
didn't want to hear another word about Brenda and that I thought she
was just saying that because she was dating up at college and felt
guilty.
Kim was shocked! She assured me that she was not dating, although she
had certainly had a number of offers, including asshole Tony. Kim
became very emotional and so did I. I guess I believed her, but it was
hard being apart. After a long and difficult talk, we eventually said
goodnight. It was not good. Things were not good.
About 15 minutes after we hung up, the phone rang again. Mom answered
it, talked briefly, mostly saying "OK" and "Uh-huh." Then, with a sly
grin on her face, Mom handed me the phone. It was Kim.
"Jase...I'm coming home Friday night. You and Mom are picking me up at
the airport at 9:15 PM. Don't make any plans for the weekend. I'm
going back to school Monday morning."
My heart leapt! Kim was coming home! I was thrilled! But then I got
feeling a little guilty and told Kim so.
"Nonsense, Jase! This is a very hard situation. It is very hard for
me, just like it is for you. You are everything in the world to me,
Jase. I miss you terribly, and I just can't wait until October to see
you. I'm the one thing you should have no doubts about, and when you
start having them...it's time for `girlie' to come home. I'm not going
to risk losing the most precious thing I have."
Now my heart was melting. I gushed a bunch of stuff about how much I
loved her and we laughed together for a while. As she said goodnight,
Kim had one bit of advice for me.
"And, Jase..." she said, "one more thing."
"What's that Kim?"
"Be ready, Jase. Be ready." She was dead serious and I knew this
would be a weekend for the record books!
When we hung up, I asked my still-grinning Mom what Kim had said to her.
"Two things -- pick me up at the airport and get out of town for the
weekend!" Mom laughed.
We hugged and then Mom got on the phone to Mrs. Osbourne at the bed and
breakfast in St. Augustine and made reservations for she and Jack for
Friday and Saturday night.
*******
Paul came home as planned on Sunday night. He stayed until the
following Wednesday. In 10 days of marital bliss, he blessed Brenda
with exactly one perfunctory charity fuck. That was on Tuesday, three
days after returning home.
Paul claimed to be busy working the rest of the time, but in reality he
was dropping by school and picking up his little cocksucker of a
daughter each day. By the end of the 10 days, Cassie was so sore she
could hardly walk and Brenda was ready for divorce court.
*******
Kim's plane was right on time and we were home by 10 PM. Mom and Jack
spent a few minutes saying hello to Kimmy, but then they obediently
jumped in Jack's car and headed to St. Augustine.
Kim fucked me like a wild woman all night. I thought I was horny, but
she was so desperate for sex she was about to explode. We fucked all
over the house, including in the pool and on the pool deck. We never
went to sleep...as a matter of fact, we never actually went to bed. I
mean, we fucked on both Kim's bed and mine, but we never laid down to
snuggle or sleep. We just rested a few minutes and then started
again. We must have each cum a dozen times during the night, about
half of those together. It was the most amazing fuck session I could
have imagined.
Finally, about 7 AM, Kim changed the subject from sex to food.
"Hey, sexy...you know what?" She asked.
"What?"
"I haven't even had dinner yet! Are you hungry?"
"I'm still hungry for you, Kim...I think I'll have pussy for
breakfast!" I leered at her suggestively.
"How `bout waffles for breakfast, or french toast -- your choice -- and
then pussy for dessert?" I immediately accepted this excellent menu
suggestion.
We didn't have the kind of bread Kim likes to make her special french
toast (it is to die for!), so she made waffles. From nothing, she also
whipped up a delicious fresh strawberry sauce to go on the waffles.
The breakfast was outrageous! We each ate three whole waffles!
By the time we finished, I was so stuffed and sleepy (and so was Kim)
that we just went to bed. We immediately fell asleep in each others
arms.
We spent most of Saturday in bed. Most of the time we were just
talking, laughing, and snuggling. We had never been closer.
At about 6 PM, Kim insisted that I get up and accompany her to the
supermarket for grocery shopping. It didn't take long, we only bought
food for dinner Saturday and Sunday and some of the special french
toast bread.
When we returned home, Kim cooked a spectacular grilled dolphin (the
fish, not Flipper) with linguini and a wonderful sauce. She is a great
cook; I doubt if we could have gotten a better seafood dinner anywhere
in Jacksonville. Miami maybe, but not Jacksonville.
After dinner we had a really long talk about "Kim and Jason. Lovers
tonight, lovers forever." By this time, this first semester was a done
deal even though classes had hardly begun. We knew we would survive
it. We began to make plans for Christmas, New Years and beyond...far
beyond.
When we went to bed Saturday night, we made love tenderly. We only did
it once, but we did it right. It was slow and easy, gradually building
to an enormous mutual orgasm, a cascade of happy giggling and kissing,
and a long night of blissful sleep in each others arms.
*********
I awoke with a start when the phone rang. I looked past my groggy
lover as she smiled up at me. I looked at the clock: 10:34 AM. I
answered the telephone. It was Brenda.
Brenda didn't waste any time with pleasantries. And she didn't even
try to conceal her anger, pain, or horniness. She told me Paul wasn't
doing anything for her and she needed a man. She tried to invite
herself over, but I declined, telling her Kim was home and I was going
to spend the day with her. Brenda got huffy at that news, insulted to
think I would rather spend time with my step-sister than to spend the
day sucking and fucking with her. She explicitly told me she would do
any sex act I could imagine, and many I couldn't, if we could get
together.
I told Brenda no, but I didn't tell her "Hell no." I guess I didn't
return to "No Way" because she was obviously having such a hard time
with her husband. And unlike Brenda who was still clueless, I knew
that things were much, much worse than Brenda knew. I knew she wasn't
getting any affection from Paul because he was too busy banging their
daughter Cassie. So I tried to let Brenda down easy.
Brenda, predictably, blew up. She screamed into the phone that she was
going out to get fucked, and we (we? I guess she meant both Paul and
I.) could all go to hell. She slammed the phone down so hard the crash
hurt my ear.
I replayed the conversation for Kim after Brenda hung up on me, and of
course that started the whole Brenda discussion again. Kim really felt
that we would both benefit from me doing Brenda. She already knew all
the details of my previous talks with Brenda, and thought we could both
learn from her.
This time, Kim didn't bring up anal sex. She brought up oral sex as an
area we needed help in. Kim had no complaints about my techniques.
But she didn't think she was very good at oral sex. I would never have
admitted it, but I had to silently agree.
Kim tried hard, and loved to suck me, but she was just learning about
the basics of fellatio. As a matter of fact, we used her sucking me as
foreplay almost all the time, because Kim usually wasn't able to get me
to cum by sucking. (Of course, part of the problem was that we usually
fucked like rabbits for 3-4 hours before she tried to blow me, so I was
usually exhausted! I have the advantage of youth, but I'm not
Superman, for God's sake!)
As often happens, this brief discussion led to Kim dropping down the
bed and taking my rising cock in her mouth. She licked it lovingly,
her bright eyes smiling up at me as she did so. She licked my balls,
and then licked the entire length of my big shaft up and down. I was
hard as a rock now! Then Kim took my dick in her mouth and began to
rock slowly up and down on the shaft. She applied a little suction as
she bobbed up and down slowly. By now, I was thoroughly rested and I
began to feel wonderful!
Kim continued to suck me gently as she slowly worked my big cock in and
out of her hot mouth. She began to try to deep-throat me, but couldn't
take all of me without gagging. She took as much as she could, which
was about six inches. She began to suck loudly as she took as much as
she could, and then let my cock slowly slip all the way out of her
mouth. Her light suction made a little "plop" sound as my cock head
popped out of her mouth each time. Then she would dive back on it and
take as much as she could.
When I started really getting hot and she could feel the orgasm
building deep within my loins, Kim started bobbing up and down on just
the head of my cock at an increasingly more rapid pace. She timed it
perfectly, bobbing ferociously at the finish, and I exploded with a
strong climax. Kim tried to swallow the cum, but gagged and had to
spit it out.
It was a great blow job, but Kim was not satisfied. After we calmed
down, we talked about it. Kim was determined that if any other woman
in the world could take eight inches, she was going to take mine. And
if any other woman could take a big blast of cum and swallow it, she
was going to take mine. I tried to avoid Brenda coming up again,
saying that the only way to get better was practice, practice,
practice. And, being the good sport that I am, I offered to assist my
sexy stepsister, my beautiful lover by serving as her guinea pig. She
laughed, and realizing I didn't want to get back into Brenda, she
didn't bring it up.
Mom and Jack were coming home that afternoon, so we spent the afternoon
sunning, swimming and talking. The topic of Brenda did come up
briefly, but only long enough for Kim to reiterate that I had her
permission to do Brenda -- not only her permission, actually, I had her
encouragement. I let the matter drop.
Mom and Jack came home about 6 PM. Kim cooked another delicious
dinner: a special salad using a recipe from her sorority house, New
York Strips 2" thick, baked potato, and apple pie ala mode for
dessert. An All-American dinner. As usual, everything was perfectly
cooked and we ate like starved animals.
After dinner, all four of us talked excitedly about Kim's college
adventures, Jack's business, and other lively topics. About 10 PM, we
all went to bed. Mom and Jack were in their room upstairs; Kim and I
were in "our room" (formerly known as Jason's room) downstairs. Kim
and I made love three times during the night, whenever one of us woke
up and rolled over. All three were slow, tender, and loving -- no
rowdy stuff on our last night together.
In the morning, I stayed home from school and took Kim to the airport
with Jack. As usual, we said our real goodbyes at home, and just did
the bro-sis hug thing at the airport. After that, Jack dropped me off
at school on his way to the office.
Oh well, back to the grind.
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