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Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter One - A Time for Discovery
By Thor4u
The first two weeks back home from the cruise were hell for Kim and I.
Drained by our marathon love-making on the last night of the cruise, we
were too tired to get frisky at first. We had a few opportunities on
Monday and Tuesday, but really didn't feel the need. We had some sweet
moments, and our hearts did some talking, but we didn't have any sex.
On Wednesday, everything went to shit for a week. Jack's sister Claire
arrived for a week-long visit. She brought her 9 year-old son, Bradley,
with her. As soon as Bradley walked in our front door, he latched onto me
and didn't let go for a solid week! I like kids, and it would have been
fun, except that I wanted to spend time with Kim and Bradley was an
obnoxious little spoiled brat. I don't know how this little tyrant ever
survived to adulthood! He had to be the center of attention 24 hours a
day, or he broke into screaming tantrums. Kim nicknamed him "Bratley."
Claire did absolutely nothing, but I wanted to strangle the little bastard.
To make matters worse, Brenda called me twice during the week, asking me to
come over on some silly pretext. Paul was out of town, Cassie was off at
the beach every day, and Brenda made it patently clear just how available
she was. I tried to be nice, but I declined emphatically. It was a rotten
week!
Finally, early the following Thursday morning, Claire and Bradley departed.
Mom, Kim and I went into the kitchen and had a Mimosa (champagne and orange
juice) with our breakfast to celebrate!
Finally -- finally! -- it looked like we might get a few moments alone.
Hopefully, Mom would go shopping or something and we'd have some time
together! Kim and I grinned at each other, both considering that prospect
as we ate our breakfast.
But, we hadn't even finished cleaning the dishes from the table when Brenda
pranced in, wearing a short red nylon cover-up over a neon yellow,
spectacularly-obscene, thong bikini! She strode proudly through our
kitchen like she owned the place, opened the refrigerator, and quickly made
herself a Bloody Mary. It was 10 AM, and Brenda had taken the day off work
and invited herself to spend the day at our pool! Shit!
Mom, of course, just laughed. There was no denying Brenda, so we all
changed into bathing suits and went out to the pool. Not to be outdone,
Mom and Kim both put on the skimpiest bikinis they owned, and the sights
were outrageous. I spent the hours with a constant hardon, looking at
three of the sexiest, most beautiful women you would ever see. Mom, and
especially Kim, were just breathtakingly desirable. And Brenda, although
she could stand to lose 10 pounds or so, was so slutty-looking that it was
hard to take my eyes off her.
I sensibly stayed the hell away from Brenda as she drank more Bloody Marys.
I played grabass in the pool with Kim the whole time, but she was a mean
little bitch. Seeing me struggling to avoid looking at Brenda, she began
to whisper teases and taunts. Whenever she got a chance, she brushed her
tits against me or stroked my cock under the water. The more I protested,
the more she teased. Finally, in desperation, I got out of the pool with
an enormous hardon plainly visible.
Mom and Brenda had been watching my humiliation and were laughing openly at
my predicament. Rather than maintain a discreet silence, Mom welcomed me
back to the pool-side chaise lounges with a cheery "Ooooooo, Jason, you
little stud, look at you!" Brenda chimed in with "Wow! Nice one, Jason!"
Kim would pay for this!
Once my humiliation was complete, Mom and Kim left for the kitchen. It was
one o'clock, so they went to go put together a tray of sandwiches and
snacks for lunch. I doused myself with sun block and laid down on my
chaise to read a magazine, in hopes of avoiding conversation with the
slutty Brenda. When you're fourteen, you actually believe little ruses
like that will work. It didn't, of course.
Brenda jumped up from her lounger and bounced over to Kim's, next to me.
She made a big production of chastising me for not putting sun block on my
back and took matters into her own hands. As she rubbed the block on my
back, she softly talked to me, leaving no doubt that she would love to take
something else into her hands -- right here, right now! Since our house
had a big back yard and the pool was quite a distance behind and below the
house, Brenda tried to convince me that she could jack me off all over her
magnificent tits again, and no one would be able to see. I knew better.
When I ignored her outrageous proposition, Brenda launched into her "Brenda
as sexual mentor" offer again. Brenda should have been a salesman, because
she certainly wouldn't take no for an answer. Finished with the sun block,
she tenderly tickled my back (That felt great!) and told me how wonderful
she could make my whole body feel. She told me she wanted to teach me
about oral sex and a lot of other kinds of sex, but most of all she wanted
to fuck me. I was exasperated by her persistence, although the offer
certainly sounded good right about now, and I finally whispered to her
"...not only no, but no way!"
Brenda, just grinned and cheerily asked, "What's the matter, Jason...don't
you ever want to learn how to fuck?"
At that precise moment (from a distance of about one foot behind Brenda!),
a soft voice announced, "I hate to interrupt this tender moment, you two,
but luncheon is served on the pool deck."
It was Kim! And she was carrying a tray of sandwiches, another Bloody Mary
for Brenda, a beer for herself, and a coke for me. Brenda had been selling
so hard, with her back to the house, that neither of us saw or heard Kim
coming!
I almost shit in my pants. Brenda froze. I jumped up, mumbled something
about having to pee, and sprinted up the steps to the house! As I roared
through the kitchen, Mom was doubled up with laughter at the counter! I
was destroyed. And, I quickly thought...I am dead meat!
**********
Kim couldn't help laughing as Jason fled. She laughed out loud as she
turned to watch him dart up the steps, taking them two at a time. (Nice
butt, Jase! Love ya, babe!)
Brenda laughed too, but quickly said, "Kim, honey...I hope you don't
misunderstand anything you may have heard"
When Kim turned back to Brenda, her eyes were cold and there was a sharp
edge to her voice.
"Oh, I understand perfectly well, Brenda. You were trying to seduce
Jason." Kim's tone was flat and frigid.
"No, Kim...it's not like that...really, it's not...let me..." Kim cut her
off in mid- sentence.
"Bullshit, lady! You were begging him to fuck you!" Kim raised her voice,
and then lowered it again. "Well, let me tell you something, Brenda!
Jason knows perfectly well how to fuck. We talk very openly about sex in
this family. I've had a lot of candid talks with Jase, and so has Mom.
When his time comes, he'll be fine! He doesn't need any help from you!"
"If you really want to be a sex therapist, Brenda," Kim continued,
softening a little, " you'd better start with your own daughter! You'd
better devote your attention closer to home."
What happened next was surprising. Brenda broke down crying, and was
consoled by Kim. With Betsy watching from the kitchen, the two women
talked for more than three hours. Jason joined his mother in the kitchen
and told her that Kim had surprised them while Brenda was hitting on him.
Betsy reassured Jason that everything would be okay, and sent him into his
room to play with his computer. Betsy busied herself in the kitchen and
then went into the family room to watch nothing on TV. She didn't want to
spy on her friend and her stepdaughter, but every time she went back into
the kitchen for something, they were still talking.
Betsy couldn't tell what the conversation was about. Kim had pointed out
to her stepmother that Brenda was all over Jason at the pool. When she
left to sneak down to the pool deck, Betsy was surprised to see a flash of
anger in Kim's eyes.
Then she thought about it and realized she should not have been surprised.
She had seen the beautiful kiss on the dance floor during the cruise, and
since their return, she had noted much more than a normal amount of
grab-assing, gratuitous touching and quick hugs.
Also, before the cruise, for years in fact, Jason had always just said,
"Goodnight, Mom," and gone to bed. But now, each night he gave both she
and Kim goodnight kisses. Betsy's kisses were always perfunctory, on the
cheek. Kim's were just little pecks, but always on the lips.
She had also seen them kissing briefly down at the pool one afternoon, and
had seen them walking up the steps -- Jason with his arm on Kim's shoulder,
Kim with her arm around Jase's waist and her head on his shoulder. Betsy
knew that this was not just brother-sister anymore, and she knew that she
was going to have to intervene before things got out of hand. But, when?
And how?
Brenda and Kim talked for a long time. Brenda did most of the talking and
Kim paid close attention. Brenda was almost at the breaking point
emotionally and needed to be treated with care. The anger was gone and
Kim's nurturing side took over.
Brenda let all her hurt and frustration with Paul pour out. He was so
busy. He had no time for her. When they did have time, he avoided
intimacy. They had only had sex three times in the last six months.
Brenda didn't even mention the behavior between Paul and Cassie on the
cruise. She wasn't upset by it; she was clueless. She was too wrapped up
in her own grief and feelings of rejection to really pay much attention to
it.
Brenda then told Kim about the trip to Chichen Itza -- all about it. She
said she really loved Jason, that he was a wonderful kid.
But there was more than the love of an old and true friend at work
here, Brenda candidly admitted. First of all, Jason seemed so shy and
awkward that Brenda longed to mother him. She knew he was totally
inexperienced sexually, and she shuddered at what might happen to him. She
really was concerned for his welfare, and had asked Betsy if she could talk
to Jason.
Much to Kim's surprise, but not to Brenda's, Betsy had said "sure." She
assured Brenda that she had talked to Jason about "the birds and the bees,"
and also said she was pretty sure Kim had too, "...because those two share
everything." But Betsy gave her approval for two simple reasons: she knew
Brenda, loved her, and trusted her, and she knew that someday there may be
questions too sensitive to ask his mother or sister. Before Kim could ask
(and she wouldn't have), Brenda made clear that Betsy's approval was only
for counseling and sound guidance, not for practice sessions!
The second factor contributing to Brenda's actions was that she was so
desperately in need of affection. She didn't get it from Cassie, who had
developed into a whining, self-centered little snot. She got it from
Betsy, of course, but that was not the same as male attention. Brenda was
lonely, rejected, vulnerable, and incredibly horny.
And the final factor was Jason's cock. Brenda described discovering it on
the Chichen Itza trip, and said it caused her to burn with desire. That's
why she had stroked it under the blanket, that's why she had continued to
pursue Jason, even though he had rebuffed her and continued to do so, like
he did today. To make her point, Brenda made a mistake. She got carried
away with her compliments.
"Really, Kim...Jason has a beautiful, big cock. I know you know he does,
'cause I've seen you guys playing grab-ass in the pool. But you have no
idea, Kim! (Wanna bet, big-tits?) Jason has the most beautiful cock I've
ever seen! It's much bigger than my husband's!"
"Seen, Brenda?" Oooops! Aw shit!
Brenda just looked at Kim. Her shoulders slumped in capitulation...and she
told Kim about seeing Jason in Cassie's cabin. And she also told Kim about
masturbating Jason. (So that was it! That is what Jason was doing! He
wasn't spying; he was getting jerked off by this beautiful, voluptuous
woman! No wonder he ran!) Brenda didn't go into detail about that
incredible session. She just said that she called him to the room to
apologize, he got a hardon and she asked to see it, he complied and she
jacked him off. Brenda also told Kim that this incident made her even more
determined to become Jason's sexual mentor, but in a physical sense, not
just verbally.
Brenda also candidly told Kim that she had not given up, and that she would
not give up. Brenda begged Kim not to talk to Jason about the content of
their discussion, and not to tell Betsy about the masturbation. Kim could
see both the love of Jason and the intense fear of losing Betsy's love in
her eyes, and she agreed.
Then, it was Kim's turn. She didn't go into any specifics, but she told
Brenda she was worried about Cassie. Like Brenda, Kim withheld the most
incendiary things she knew, but she told Brenda enough that she could see
that there was a serious problem. She recounted some of their discussions,
told Brenda that Cass was hot as a firecracker, and if someone didn't stop
her, Cass was going to get in a lot of trouble. Kim also told Brenda she
had tried to talk sense into Cass's dim little brain, but failed.
Kim just couldn't bring herself to tell Brenda what she was really so upset
about. Brenda was already on the ropes; Kim was not going to be the one to
destroy her. But, she urged Brenda to try again and again, like she was
determined to do with Jason.
The two women concluded their talk as the afternoon lengthened. They
walked arm-in-arm up the steps, Brenda said her goodnight to Betsy, and she
left.
Betsy looked inquiringly into Kim's eyes, but Kim just shook her head. The
conversation was off limits. All she said was, "You were right. Brenda is
really going through hell...and it hasn't even started for her yet. I have
to talk to Jase."
Kim turned on her heel, knocked on Jason's door and led him outside and
down the steps to the pool. Rather than happiness, there was fear and
dread all over Jason's face as Betsy watched him leave. (God, Kimmy...be
gentle. He's just a kid.)
Kim and Jason talked from about 5 PM until darkness began to fall. Betsy
flipped on the pool light and back yard lights, and had no feelings of
remorse for watching the whole thing from the
now-darkened kitchen.
Kim talked first. She talked seriously, but Betsy could tell from her body
language that she was not angry...just concerned. Although Betsy didn't
know it, Kim was telling Jason about Brenda's marital problems and her
determined lust for Jason.
To Jason's surprise, Kim was not as upset about the problem as she had been
earlier. She questioned Jason closely, but gently, about his feelings for
Brenda, learning that he really did like her as a person and trusted her
implicitly. He also thought that Brenda was outrageously sexy not in a way
he would ever love, but just in a purely slutty way. Brenda epitomized the
wanton wildly-fucking passion that he and Kim had enjoyed during their
magic night together, but he would never make love to her. Kim was
impressed, yet again, with Jason's honesty and accurate appraisal of human
character. He knew Brenda and he knew himself.
Then Jason amazed Kim. Although Kim had made no mention of the meeting
between Brenda and Jason in Cassie's room, Jason told her about it. He
said he loved Kim and had been having a terrible time concealing this from
her. He truthfully said he would have told her earlier if they had been
able to get any privacy. Whatever her reaction might be, he wanted her to
know the truth.
And he told her everything. Every detail. All five climaxes in graphic
detail, a full description of hosing down Brenda's enormous tits with his
spunk...with every bit of the wild excitement coming out! Nothing held
back. He stopped, and waited anxiously for her response.
Kim just said, "Holy shit, Bro! You are one hot little stud, aren't you?
We have to try that some time, if we ever get any privacy around here.
Wanna go for six?"
And she laughed heartily. Then she told him gently that she loved him for
telling her the truth, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips to let him know
that they were okay.
Then, Kim's heart burst as she told Jason every single detail she knew
about Cassie from her many conversations with her. Kim had been carrying
an awful burden, and there was only one person she could share it with.
She shared it all. Every blowjob Cass had given her dad, the fucking
sessions, the handjobs, the dry-fucks when Cassie had her period,
everything. Jason had never been so shocked. She swore Jason to absolute
secrecy. No one must ever know about Cass and Paul. No one. Ever. That
done, the burden lifted from Kim's shoulders, and she smiled with relief.
Then, they talked about Kim and Jason. Not focusing on the problems, they
looked forward eagerly to the time that must someday come when they would
have some real privacy. They declared the pool-deck their sanctuary, a
place where they could go openly and talk quietly and privately - something
they had been longing to do since they returned from the cruise. They knew
their family would be wondering, but would respect their need to have their
own space.
And then, as Betsy watched from the kitchen, they repeated their mantra
("Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight, lovers forever.") and christened their new
sanctuary with a kiss. It was a beautiful kiss: unafraid, completely
without shame, not caring whether anyone was watching. It had been a long
time, and their hearts had a lot to say to each other.
So their hearts quietly said hello, entwined joyously, and let all the love
flow. It lasted several minutes, bringing joyful tears to three pairs of
eyes: Kim's, Jason's...and Betsy's.
**********
As Betsy watched her wonderful 14 year-old son and her beautiful 19
year-old stepsister hugging all the way up the steps to the rear of the
house, she didn't know whether to cry with joy or with fear. The tears
welled up in her eyes as she lovingly approached the couple. Now was the
time.
Betsy wasn't sure how...but now was the time.
"Jason, honey...come sit with me in the family room. We need to talk."
Jason started to followed her in.
As Kim followed, Betsy turned to her and said softly, "Kim...I need to talk
to Jason alone."
Kim smiled, "Is it about us?"
"Yes," Betsy answered quietly. "But I need to talk to him alone. I'm his
mother, Kim."
"I don't think so, Betsy," Kim challenged. "We're all in this together.
I think we need to discuss it together."
"Well...as usual, you are right," Betsy agreed. She would have preferred
to talk to Jason first, then Kim, because that would have been easier for
her to handle. But Kim was right. "Go sit down with Jason, honey...I'll
get us some wine." Betsy returned to the kitchen, praying for the strength
and guidance to handle this conversation the right way.
When she returned, Betsy gave each person their glass of wine, and offered
a toast that was more a continuation of her prayer than a salute. "To our
family, which has come so far in such a short time - may we always love
each other, and respect each other, and support each other as we do now."
Kim and Jason raised their glasses. Betsy saw them shoot each other a
quick glance. Both were thinking about saying something, but Betsy saw
their eyes say no. But they both smiled quietly.
Damn, she thought! These kids are really attuned to each other! I don't
know what that was about, but they don't even need to speak!
Betsy started slowly, cautiously. She knew she was in very sensitive
territory. This problem had to be addressed, but she didn't want to make
too much out of it. She wanted to nip this problem in the bud before it
developed into a full-blown crisis.
"Kids...I don't want to make a big deal of this...but we have to talk about
something. This is going to be very hard for me. I'm going to have a hard
time explaining my thoughts, and especially my feelings, because they are
all mixed up. So, if I screw it up, be patient with me, please. Okay?"
The kids nodded.
"Okay. It would help me if you would let me talk for a few minutes. Like
I said, I don't think this is a big deal, but it can become one if we're
not careful. I want to try to find a little perspective, not only with
you, but in my own mind, before we start talking about the problem at
hand."
Betsy spent about five minutes talking very openly about she and Jack
getting together, and shared with them their one big fear when they decided
to get married. They never doubted each other or their feelings for each
other -- the thing they feared most was that their two only children would
have difficulty. They feared that Kim and Jason would not get along, that
there would be a gulf between the two kids that could not be bridged, and
which would prevent the four of them from really joining together as one
family. Betsy said that they recognized that if conflict came
between Kim and Jason, they would each take their own child's side and that
would cause conflict between Jack and Betsy.
Then, Betsy paused for a long moment, like she always did when she had
something really important to say.
At last, she spoke again. "That never happened. You two accepted each
other. Then you became friends. Then you became best friends. You became
inseparable. Most natural brothers and sisters, at 11 and 15 like you
were, fight like cats and dogs. They don't get really close until much
later in life. But you didn't. Or, if you did, we never saw it.
"Jack and I have talked about this often. I can't tell you how many times
in the last four years we have sat up here in the kitchen, watched you guys
down at the pool, and just marveled at the way you are together. It's
just been beautiful to watch.
"And I want you to know something else. Jack and I have had a wonderful
marriage for four years, full of love and happiness. But nothing -nothing-
has given us more joy, or made us prouder, than the way you two have come
together as brother and sister. Instead of being a wedge between all of
us, you two have been a strong force pulling us all together.
Everybody's eyes were wet.
"But you are getting too close. Like I said, I don't want to make a big
deal out of this, but we have to face it honestly. You know me better than
to think I would ever spy on you. If I ever have to do that, it won't
matter, because we will have lost our trust.
"But, that last night on the ship, I saw you kiss on the dance floor. It
wasn't spying, you did it in front of hundreds of people, and an awful lot
of them were watching intently. I tried to tell myself it was just the
moment, that you were so happy and the evening was so perfect that you just
got carried away.
"But then we came home, I couldn't help but notice the little touches when
you passed in the halls. I couldn't help but notice all the little hugs
when you were messing around in the pool. I couldn't help but notice, Kim,
that you insisted in staying by Jase's side, even when "Bratley" was
tormenting everybody and you had a chance to go out with friends. I also
couldn't help but notice that you can't walk past Jason without putting
your hand on his shoulder. And you, Jason! You couldn't walk past Kim
without touching her hair so sweetly. And you haven't gone to bed once
in the last two weeks without kissing Kim goodnight...on the lips.
"There have been lots of other things, too many to mention -- maybe you two
don't even realize how attracted you are to each other. Then, tonight,
just a few minutes ago, I saw that kiss at the pool. That time I was
spying on you, and I'm glad I did. Actually, I'm glad for two reasons.
"The first is that it has been my great privilege to witness two
extraordinarily beautiful kisses in my life. I would not have wanted to
miss either kiss, just because they were so incredible! They were like
looking at a beautiful painting or a glorious sunset. Both of them
absolutely took my breath away.
"Both of those kisses were you two. Once on the dance floor, and again
tonight down at the pool. The kiss tonight was absolutely the most moving,
touching thing I have ever seen two people do.
"The second reason I'm glad I saw you tonight, though, is that it convinced
me I could no longer ignore your obvious affection for each other.
"This is not brother- sister anymore, no matter how much you may deny it.
I know you were not trying to get in each other's pants tonight, but there
is so much emotion between you two that it can -- and will -- if we don't
nip this in the bud -- lead to disaster.
"Like I said at the start, I don't think this is a big deal yet. But we
need to discuss this honestly, we need to be sure we're on the same page,
and we need to make sure we don't let your closeness (which Jack and I
always want you to keep) blow up in our faces.
Then, with a little sigh of relief, Betsy looked at the kids and said
simply, "Your turn."
It was quiet for a long time. Betsy resisted the urge to begin speaking
again. Kim reached over and took Jason's hand and snuggled close to him on
the couch. Finally, surprisingly, Jason spoke.
"Mom...I love you." Then he paused, just like his mother always did, and
then spoke again, "But we are not only not on the 'same page,' I'm not even
sure we're on the same planet!"
"Jason," his mother started, in a firm tone, "don't try to deny your
feelings. Don't Jase."
"Deny????" Kim interrupted, "Whose denying? Jase is not denying, Betsy,
he's just saying you have no clue! No big deal?????? Are you kidding me?
This is the biggest deal of my life!!!"
Before Betsy could counter, Kim plunged ahead, "You know me Betsy, you know
me well. You know I'm honest, and you know I'm not a little mindless twit
of a girl. So listen to me, and listen good! I love your precious son
with all my heart and soul. Remember a couple of years ago, we had a big
Mom-daughter talk? I was all distraught and insecure because I had a
boyfriend, but I wasn't sure of my feelings or his. I doubted that he
really loved me and I was scared to death no one would ever love me.
Remember what you said? You said, 'Kimmy, when love comes along,
you'll know. There will be no doubt.'"
"Well, you were right," Kim continued. "I've had several boyfriends since
then -- sometimes I knew it wasn't forever, sometimes I thought it had
promise. But it just never really happened. Until the cruise. It
happened. Jason and Kim happened. There is no doubt this time. I have
found the love of my life, Betsy.
"And I hate to break it to you like this, but the love of my life is your
Jason. He's also my Jason now."
Then, Kim shifted gears, but continued speaking, "Betsy, that was a lovely
toast you gave. We have our own toast...you probably saw us looking at
each other wondering whether to say it or not. It goes like this, 'To us.
To Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight, lovers forever."
"Yes, and that is a beautiful toast," Betsy countered. "But there are lots
of kinds of lovers. I would never do anything to try to prevent you from
loving each other, but you both know that even the purest love can lead to
irreversible consequences. You can't kiss like you two kiss for very long
without getting sexually involved, and that would make everything very
complicated."
"Mom," Jason said softly. "Mom...Kim and I are lovers in every sense of the
word. Every sense, Mom."
"And we are lovers in the very best sense of the word," Kim added. She
snuggled closer to Jason and put her head on his shoulder.
"So you've already had sex?" Betsy inquired, knowing the answer now but
dreading it.
"Yes, Mom...we've had sex. We've made love." Jason answered.
"Oh gosh....Kids..." Betsy's eyes filled with tears. "Oh gosh. Aw shit!"
"So you're happy for us, then?" Jason joked, trying to change the mood.
"Ha! Yeah, goddammit, actually I am!" Betsy said. "I can't believe I
said that! But dammit, I AM happy for you. The most beautiful girl in the
world and my perfect son have gotten together, and I just can't feel bad
about that. But, I'm just scared to death."
"So are we," Kim replied quietly. "Well, not scared actually, but we know
this is a very long and difficult road we've started down."
"I hope you understand there is also a big difference between having sex
and making love."
"Oh, yes," Kim replied happily. "We know the difference. That's not where
our problems lie."
"But, gosh..." Betsy continued. "Aw...I don't even know where to start
with the complications.
"God Jason, I know you love Kim, and I know you are growing into a strong,
handsome young man, but you're still only 14 and now you're talking about
meeting the needs of a grown woman. A lot of grown men can't do that."
"Oh, ho!" Kim countered happily, giggling and smiling broadly. "Don't
worry about that Betsy, really. Listen to me now, not child to parent, but
woman to woman. No worries, babe! Really,
NO WORRIES!!!"
When Betsy saw how Kim beamed, and saw the glint of lust in her eyes as she
smiled at Jason, she knew Kim was telling the truth. As she fondly
remembered her son's huge cock and the love she had seen expressed in their
kisses, she realized that sex and lovemaking would probably not be their
stumbling blocks.
Betsy also knew that this was not the time to have an extended talk about
all the troubles ahead. Both she and the kids needed a little break.
Betsy, in particular, needed time to sort out her many conflicting
feelings, hopes, and fears. She had to think about this. She had to be a
good mother, now more than ever.
She suggested they call it a night and take some time to process all that
had happened, but before she did, Betsy made one more simple statement.
"I have to say this, and I know you're not going to like it. I need some
time to adjust to this surprise. It would make things a lot easier for me
if you two would refrain from having sex until things settle down. In
fact, I think I'm just going to make that a rule. I'm declaring a sex
moratorium until further notice. It's my right to do that, and I think I
have an obligation to do that for now. I am still your mother. I hope you
will respect that."
To her surprise, both kids quickly nodded their approval without question.
There was no doubt that they would comply. Then Betsy suggested they go to
bed, saying that she would go upstairs first to give them time to talk if
they wanted, and to say goodnight to each other.
They agreed. But as Betsy stood to leave, Kim stopped her.
"Betsy...can I ask one question?" She asked.
"Sure, Kim."
"It's not really a question, it's a favor that I've been wanting to ask for
a long time."
"Sure Kim, what is it?"
"If you take your parenting role so seriously..." Kim started, with just a
hint of a grin, "...can I call you 'Mom' from now on? 'Mother' will
always be my mother, but I'd really like for you to be my Mom."
Betsy couldn't speak. Her eyes filled up with tears. Kim stood up and
Betsy grabbed her, locking her in a tight hug, laughing and crying at the
same time. She bellowed her approval, joy, and happiness as she cried.
They hugged for a long time.
Then Betsy kissed both kids goodnight and went up to her room, confused,
happy, and terrified all at the same time.
Kim and Jason stayed in the family room for a few minutes, talking quietly.
The only thing they talked about was that they would honor the moratorium
for as long as it took. It would be their first big challenge together,
but certainly not their last. Then they kissed sweetly and parted, Kim
going to her bedroom upstairs and Jason going to his on the first floor.
It had been another memorable day.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Two
By Thor4u
Everybody had a tough time sleeping. Kim and Jason both tossed and turned
most of the night, neither falling asleep until early morning. They slept
in. Kim got up first, about 9:30 AM, followed by Jason around 10:15 AM.
Betsy didn't sleep much, but she got up early anyway that Friday morning.
Betsy had a plan -- two plans actually -- so she went right to work making
a few phone calls.
When the kids got up, the relief of having everything out in the open was
easy to see on their faces. Betsy made them a big breakfast, and then the
three of them sat down to eat.
Betsy offered her two plans for their evaluation. She knew she had two
very bright kids here and they may have some better ideas, or may add some
useful nuances. She also knew, that from now on, any plans involving their
complicated family relationships would have to be developed collaboratively
so that everybody was comfortable with them.
The first plan Betsy proposed was that she would be the one to tell Jack
about Kim and Jason. Kim was reluctant at first. She felt that involved
her concealing information from her father, effectively lying to him, and
she was not comfortable with that. But she eventually agreed when Betsy
convinced her that telling Betsy was equivalent to telling her father, and
that it would be easier for Jack to hear this news from Betsy. "Plan A"
was agreed to.
"Plan B" was already started. Betsy had been on the phone early, making
reservations for she and Jack to spend the weekend in a lovely bed and
breakfast place in St. Augustine. They had some catching up to do. Kim's
happy comments regarding Jason's sexual prowess ("...no worries,babe!") had
forced Betsy to confront the fact that she did indeed have worries.
She loved Jack tremendously, but she wasn't getting enough sex and she
wasn't getting the quality of sex she desired or that she and Jack
deserved. Betsy was going to change that. Of course, Betsy didn't share
her sexual frustrations with the kids. She just reminded them that Jack
had been gone for four weeks and that they needed some "quality time."
Kim only made one comment. She said Betsy had the plans backwards, that
Betsy should take care of she and Jack's needs first, then tell him the
news if the time seemed right. Kim astutely pointed out that if Betsy told
Jack first, his reaction might be so negative that it would spoil their
weekend. If an appropriate moment didn't occur, they could sit down as a
family when Betsy and Jack returned. And so it was agreed.
"One more thing, kids. The moratorium is still in effect -- until 9AM
tomorrow. Once Jack and I leave, you two are free to do whatever you
want."
Kim and Jason were surprised but excited by that announcement, but Betsy
said she was just being realistic. They were going to be alone for two
days. Obviously, there would be nothing to stop them, so it made little
sense to put more pressure on them by expecting them to stay apart.
Jack's plane was supposed to get in at 4 PM, but it didn't arrive until
almost 9 PM. The whole family met him at the airport in a joyous reunion.
Upon their return home, they exchanged stories about the wonderful cruise
(tourist stories, not the personal ones) and Jack told them of his
consulting triumph which had led to a lucrative long-term contract with the
company in Omaha.
Then, they all went off to bed. Betsy dragged Jack upstairs first so Jason
and Kim could have a few moments alone to say goodnight.
When they got to their bedroom, Jack was exhausted, and told Betsy frankly
that he was. He said he had a few calls to make tomorrow, and some
paperwork to do, but he promised to take her out to a nice dinner and
"...have a pleasant evening together."
Equally frankly, Betsy told him she understood he was tired, and she didn't
want to make love tonight.
But then -- smiling sweetly, not angrily -- she told him he was out of his
fucking mind if he thought he was doing anything connected with work until
she told him he could. She told him that if he touched a telephone, even
to answer one, she would break his arm. She told him they were getting up
early, driving down to St. Augustine, and if she got tired of him by
dinnertime, he could eat. First things first.
There was nothing Jack could say. It was a done deal. He didn't even ask
how long they were staying.
Jack and Betsy left promptly at 9 AM, leaving Jason and Kim alone for the
first time in two weeks. Jack and Betsy were not the only ones who would
be spending "quality time" together.
**********
For the next two days, Betsy took Jack places he had never even dreamed
about. She introduced her plain "meat and potatoes" husband to sexual
caviar and escargot. At first, Jack was timid (there just wasn't any other
word for it), but Betsy was as patient as she was skillful. She went
slowly and gently, guiding him through a beautiful garden of sexual
delights.
All day on Saturday, the happy couple had intercourse in every imaginable
position. Betsy taught him the difference between making love and
fucking...and the joys of both. About 9 PM, they ordered pizza, their
first food since breakfast.
After the pizza, Betsy started stroking Jacks cock again, but he protested
that he was too tired. Betsy just laughed and said, "Well, let me try
something a little different then."
Betsy began lightly tonguing his dick. Despite Jack's protests that he
didn't think he could do any more, Betsy continued. She told him to just
relax and let her do the work. It felt so nice he had to agree, noting
with surprise that his dick was indeed rising.
To the plain-vanilla Jack, touching and oral sex had always been just a few
moments of foreplay en route to the greater prize -- missionary position
intercourse. Jack had enjoyed a little bit of oral sex, but surprisingly
had never experienced an actual blowjob. So he was astounded by what
happened next.
Betsy patiently worked Jack's cock for almost 45 minutes. She started
licking the head, then the whole shaft...very lightly at first. When Jack
reached a full erection and started making moves to have intercourse, Betsy
gently stopped him and told him to be patient and relax. She continued to
lick, and probed his piss-hole with her tongue. She licked his balls, and
gently sucked one, then the other. Again, Jack started making "let's fuck
now" moves, but Betsy just smiled and stopped him.
Now Betsy began gently sucking the head of Jack's engorged cock. She
continued, taking a little of the shaft into her mouth. The feeling was
incredible! Fire rose in Jack's loins -- he could feel a climax coming and
was just about to warn Betsy to stop when she eased up and returned to
light licking of his throbbing shaft.
When he calmed down a little, she resumed light sucking, this time adding
soft tonguing of the sensitive areas on the underside of his cock-head.
When Jack warned her to be careful, Betsy just smiled and said, "Relax,
Jack. I know what I'm doing. I can feel your every heartbeat in my mouth.
I can feel everything you can feel. Relax...relax...and enjoy."
"But Baby, I'm gonna cum pretty soon!" Jack warned.
"Oh, I know Jack," Betsy cooed lustily. "And I'm going to drink your
precious cum. Every drop of it. I'm going to taste it...and savor
it...and gobble it all down. It's going to be wonderful, Jack. Just
relax."
Finally, as Betsy resumed her sucking and licking, Jack completely
surrendered to her for the first time. It was the best decision Jack ever
made.
Betsy continued sucking gently, licking lightly...and then began to slowly
increase the intensity. Time and again, she took Jack right to the
edge...and then pulled back. Finally, she sucked eagerly, bobbing her
beautiful head up and down on his frantic cock, until Jack exploded in the
most ferocious orgasm of his life.
He came and came and came. And Betsy sucked and swallowed. She didn't
miss a drop! When he was finished, she sucked him clean and licked every
inch of his cock and balls spotless. Jack was completely spent, and he
collapsed in a moment of the most delightful ecstacy he had ever known.
All he could say was, "Oh my God!" A few moments later, the happy lovers
drifted off in blissful sleep.
Jack awoke with a start in the morning! Betsy was waking him up with a
delightful surprise -- his second blowjob! It was even more incredible
than the first. Betsy deep-throated him for the first time, actually
jacking his dick to orgasm with her throat muscles as she bobbed up and
down on his erupting cock!
Following the blowjob, the happy couple went down for a sumptuous
breakfast. They returned to the room and fucked frantically for about two
hours. Jack no longer felt tired. He was exhilarated! And, he was
quickly becoming an eager, passionate, and skillful lover. He and Betsy
were both having the time of their lives.
The two happy lovers then spent the afternoon walking around St. Augustine,
holding hands and hugging like teenagers. Finally over dinner at the
elegant Spanish restaurant "Columbia," Jack finally asked, "Bets..? I hate
to ask this, but when are we leaving. We left the kids at home alone, you
know."
"Yes, I know, Jack. They're fine. But to answer your question, tonight is
our last night."
"Okay, then let's get out of here and make the best of it!" Jack said
eagerly. A delighted Betsy nodded enthusiastic approval. They practically
ran back to their room.
The tour of the Garden of Sexual Delights was not yet complete. Next,
Betsy introduced her eager student to the wonders of "rim," showing him how
it felt to have his asshole licked, and then probed by her skillful tongue.
As she reamed him with her tongue, Betsy jerked him off, generating one of
the most erotic sensations Jack had yet experienced.
Betsy was happy to see what a quick study Jack was. He rimmed her
deliciously, stroking her grateful pussy as he did. As soon as Betsy came,
Jack changed positions and began hungrily fucking her doggy-style from the
rear. Betsy, urged him to finger her asshole as he fucked her, and he did.
Jack was startled by the effect! Betsy went absolutely crazy!
After only a few seconds of that, Betsy exploded again in a huge climax.
But rather than collapsing in happiness and exhaustion, she just turned to
him, her eyes burning with lust, and said, "My ass, Jack! Fuck my ass!
Put that big cock in my ass and fuck me!"
Again, Jack was astounded by Betsy's wanton lust. He was also excited by
it. No more holding back now! He dipped his finger into her sopping pussy
and then fingered her asshole thoroughly to lubricate it. He pressed he
head of his dick against the rosebud of her ass and then gently pressed it
inside. He fucked her ass gently at first, finally jamming his full six
inches into her eager, pulsating rectum. He noticed Betsy fingering her
clit, and started to join her, but she told him to just fuck her ass. He
did, matching her increasingly frantic fingering with harder and faster
thrusts. Betsy erupted in a huge orgasm, and Jack came at exactly the same
moment, filling her ass with his hot cum.
They didn't fuck any more that night. But they did make love twice more.
Both were sweet and slow, and both were beautiful. Finally, the exhausted
husband and his fantastically sexual wife fell asleep.
The two lovers woke gently in the morning. They just looked at each other
and hugged. They kissed deeply, lovingly, for what seemed like an hour.
Jack saw Betsy smiling, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. He
figured she was thinking about going home. Suddenly, he spoke.
"Sweetheart? Let's not go home today. It's only Monday. Let's stay
another day."
"Ummmmmmm. Good idea," Betsy replied. She picked up the phone and called
the owner, Mrs. Osbourne. She and Jack had stayed there before, usually
about once a year (but never like this!), so she knew Mrs. Osborne would
accommodate them if she could. She could!
Betsy called the kids, speaking briefly to Kim, telling her they were
staying another day. When Kim heard the excitement and giggle in Betsy's
voice, her heart leapt with joy. She knew Betsy had probably not told her
Dad the big news yet, but she was so happy for them she didn't care.
Betsy and Jack happily followed about the same schedule they had the day
before. The only real difference was that they seemed to kiss more, and
they made love more often than they fucked. It was a great day and night.
On Tuesday morning, as Jack held her in his arms and lovingly stroked her
hair, Betsy didn't even speak. She just picked up the phone and called
Mrs. Osbourne. Of course they could stay another day, Mrs. Osbourne told
her. She had blocked out both Monday and Tuesday night for them yesterday,
just in case.
Betsy made another happy, quick call to Kim and then she and Jack spent
another wonderful day together.
They actually spent most of it sightseeing, just relaxing and enjoying each
other's company. Then, after a delicious dinner, they retired to their
room. There was no longer any rush, no urgency. They just took their time
and made love tenderly for several hours. They enjoyed another long, deep
kiss and then drifted off to sleep.
As morning broke on Wednesday, with sunlight streaming into their room,
Jack and Betsy kissed again. Long, and soft, and deep. Their tongues
probed quietly, not trying to make each other crazy, just rejoicing in love
and happiness. It was the most loving experience of Jack's life. As they
opened their eyes, he saw Betsy smile sweetly up at him. Then he saw her
mind wander for a second as her smile got broader and happier.
"Ummmmmm," Betsy sighed.
"Ummmmmm is right!" Jack replied. "I've never felt anything like the way
we've been kissing this weekend. It's really wonderful, honey."
"Ummm. Yes it is." Betsy replied. And then she smiled lovingly and said
simply, "Kim and Jason call that 'hearts talking.' Isn't that a beautiful
description of a kiss?"
"Yes," Jack started. Then his eyes widened and he quickly asked, "Did you
say Kim and Jason?"
"Yes, Jack...Kim and Jason," Betsy continued. "They say that when they
kiss like that, they just let everything go. Their hearts join, and they
let all the love flow back and forth. They call it 'hearts talking.'
Jack...Kim and Jason are in love."
Jack sat up abruptly in bed, almost knocking Betsy on the floor. "NO!!!,"
he exclaimed, not believing, not even wanting to hear the words.
"Yes. Yes, Jack. Kim and Jason are in love. And its okay, Jack, its
okay. They're going to be okay."
"This can't happen!" Jack argued. "It's wrong! It's incest, for God's
sake! This must not happen! This must be stopped!"
Jack was angry, but more than that, he was hurt and scared. He was hurt
because he thought he had failed as a father. He was scared because he
couldn't even begin to catalog all the problems and heartaches that surely
lay ahead for his wonderful daughter, and also for his stepson who he loved
as his own.
"Jack, I thought the same at first. But if you really think about it, we
can't stop it. It's already happened," Betsy spoke softly, tenderly,
trying to calm Jack down.
He did calm down a little, but he was still scared. "But Betsy, if they
feel half of what we feel when we kiss like that, the next thing you know
they'll be jumping into bed! And we both know where that could lead. My
God, they've been at home alone for four days, they probably already have!"
"Yes," Betsy said slowly. "That's the same thing I was initially worried
about. But they know what the consequences of sex are; you can rest
assured that I gave them a very detailed and precise talk before we left.
And they've already had sex Jack. Sex really isn't even the issue any
more."
"Well, if sex isn't the issue, what the hell is?" Jack demanded angrily.
"Our reaction. All of us. You. Me. Kim. Jason. All of us, individually
and collectively. That's the issue now, Jack. Do we freak out and scream
at each other, or do we love each other and work together as a family.
That's the issue now.
"The first order of business is to take a cold, hard look at the facts, not
let our fears carry us away," Betsy continued. "For example, in point of
fact, as a matter of law, this is not incest. You and I are married, but
our children have no blood relationship. It's not incest, Jack."
"Maybe not legally, but it's still in the family," Jack argued. "They
still live in the same house. They still have way too much time together
and share too much together as brother and sister to have their feelings
for each other be completely objective. That's got to distort their
feelings. And they still have the opportunity to turn this into a
nightmare, to destroy each other and our whole family with them. Don't
tell me it's not a problem."
"Right. Everything you just said is true. And those are exactly the type
of real facts we need to look at," Betsy agreed. "But there are some
other real facts that give me hope. One of those real facts is the way you
and I have always been together, and especially how we have been together
this weekend. I know we're not going to ever lose that."
"But even more important, Jack, is the way our kids are together," Betsy
continued. "Oh Jack, you just have to see it to believe it! They are so
beautiful together! And they don't have their heads in the clouds, either.
They are very aware of the challenges they face, and very concerned with
the possibilities for disaster and the uncertainty of the outcome. But
they're very, very mature Jack. They really do love each other very much.
They are very sensitive to each other, and very protective of each other.
"And they also have the most productive, effective techniques I've ever
seen for working through problems. I think they got those techniques from
you, Jack, because they are just like you. They don't focus on the
problem. They recognize it, they analyze it, they evaluate its potential
impact on them carefully, and then they focus on finding a way over, around
or through the problem. They don't get flustered, they never get
discouraged. They just patiently move ahead.
"It is really something to watch! Everything those two do is something to
watch, Jack. Before you discount their abilities, Jack, remember that they
are the ones who taught our hearts to talk. We didn't do that for
ourselves; they showed me first and I shared it with you."
Jack could see that Betsy was right. She had the luxury of time to digest
the situation and undoubtedly had a clearer, less emotional view of it than
he did. And he thought of the kids...a lifetime of experience with Kim and
more than four years of experience with Jason. They really were remarkable
kids. He was filled with fear, but he shared some of Betsy's hope.
"Oh God, Bets! What's going to happen?" He asked. "How is this going to
turn out? I know you've been thinking about it, what do you think?"
"Well," Betsy answered. "Yes, of course I've been thinking about it.
First of all, although I recognize that they could end up in a nasty
breakup, hating each other for the rest of their lives...I don't really
think that will happen. I think the potential for that happening is zero.
"Another possibility is that they will live happily ever after, like in a
fairy tale. I long to believe that, because I know they would be so
happy...but I just can't.
"The other possibility is that they will go along for a while as lovers,
then go their separate ways but remain as brother and sister. I think
that's the most likely outcome, and I hope they can retain most of the
real, true brother-sister love that they have always shared. That's very
important to both of them."
"What do you think the numbers are, Betsy?" Jack the businessman asked.
"What do you think the probabilities are?"
"If you had asked me that Thursday night, when I first found out, I would
have said about five percent chance of 'happily ever after' and about
ninety-five percent 'brother-sister.' But after watching them begin to
work through this together, I would say -- and I mean this realistically --
about twenty percent to eighty percent. You have to see them together to
understand, Jack. You really do. I'll tell you one thing, Jack...if they
survive, they will be one hell of a formidable couple."
"Okay. Let's go see them together. Just throw the stuff in the suitcases.
Let's get out of here. We've got a lot of work to do...all four of us."
On the drive back up to Jacksonville, Jack was quiet. But when they got
off I-95 at their exit, he asked Betsy a question that had been troubling
him.
"Betsy...how could you go away with me -- and stay for four days -- rather
than staying home and dealing with this problem?"
"Priorities. We'll be doing a lot of prioritization in the days ahead,
Jack. The kids were all right. And, to be honest with you, their sex life
was a lot better than ours! We needed to put US right first."
Jack knew that was no longer true, but he also recognized that his
beautiful and intelligent wife had made the right choice. He was also
relieved and encouraged when Betsy told him that Kim had wanted to tell him
immediately, but she had insisted otherwise. Again, the kids and Betsy had
made a good decision.
There was hope.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Three
By Thor4u
After the happy, but anxious, hugs as the kids greeted their parents, Jack
said, "Well kids, Betsy has told me you two are in love. I think we ought
to sit down for a while and talk." He was pleased to see both nod eagerly.
Jack expressed his surprise, and he was honest in outlining his misgivings
about the relationship. He was worried about them, and he also had a lot
of conflicting emotions himself, just like Betsy had experienced. The kids
paid rapt attention, listening carefully to every word, not
interrupting...just like they had with Betsy. Finally, after carefully
explaining his feelings, Jack concluded by talking briefly about sex.
"Betsy has told me about your sexual activity. I'm not comfortable with
it. But as long as you're doing it, I wish you two things. I wish you as
much enjoyment as my sexy wife and I had this weekend. (Nervous laughter
from all four) And I urge you to be very, very careful. We simply cannot
have a mistake. Understood?" Both kids nodded seriously.
"There's one more thing. I'm still working on things...I guess we all are.
I'm really not going to be comfortable with you guys having sex while we're
here in the house. We'll give you your space. We'll give you time to be
alone, but please don't have sex while we're home. I'll work on this, and
I'll let you know if I change my mind, but for now that's how I feel."
Then it was time for the kids to talk. As usual, Kim spoke for their
hearts and Jason spoke for their minds. This was a pattern that would
continue to emerge in the days and weeks ahead.
They seemed to sense that Kim could better capture and express their
emotions, but that Jason was better at analyzing problems and developing
solutions.
Jason spoke first. "Well, first of all, of course we will respect your
wishes, and we appreciate that you are sensitive to our needs and respect
them. When our wishes conflict, of course we will follow yours. You are
still our parents. But before we really get into this, Kim has something
to tell you."
Kim smiled sweetly, and then laughed when she saw a look of terror in both
parents eyes. "Oh stop it, you two! I'm not pregnant and I'm not going to
get pregnant, for God's sake! I have an education to finish, remember?
And I have a brain, remember? And so does Jason. That's not what I have
to tell you!"
As her parents laughed weakly (that was exactly what they had immediately
feared), Kim continued. "This is very important to us. It is very
important to us that you know this and believe this and understand the
meaning behind this. We didn't have as much fun sexually as we hope you
did this weekend. We didn't have sex. We slept together, and it was
wonderful, but we didn't have sex. We wanted to wait until we all could
sit down together and discuss the situation first. We just wouldn't have
felt right."
"Oh my God!" Jack exclaimed. Then he looked quickly at Betsy and asked,
"What do you think? 30-70? 40-60?"
With a huge smile on her face, Betsy replied, "Split the difference,
35-65!" And they both laughed. The kids asked what that was about, but
the parents said never mind, just parent code.
The kids accepted that -- they had codes of their own.
But then both parents poured their hearts out to the kids, telling them how
proud they were of that decision. They said it wasn't necessary, and that
they had the green light now (subject to Jack's restriction), but the
decision showed a great deal of maturity and responsibility.
Kim corrected them, "No it didn't. We didn't do it for that. We just did
it because we wouldn't have felt right. It's not about maturity and
responsibility, it's about values and loving our parents, that's all."
The four lovers then tried to launch into a discussion of possible problems
on the horizon. But they couldn't think of any to talk about. They all
knew they would appear soon enough, but for now it was enough to just put
the first step behind them and move on. They cooked some hamburgers on the
barbeque for an early dinner, and spent most of the evening talking about
other things.
As bedtime approached, Kim and Jason excused themselves and walked slowly
down to the pool deck. They talked happily for a few minutes, and then
melted in each other's arms. Two delightfully happy hearts had a lot to
say to each other.
Betsy called Jack to the kitchen window so he could enjoy the moment with
her. Soon two pairs of hearts were talking -- Kim and Jason on the pool
deck below and Betsy and Jack in the kitchen.
Starting a pattern to be followed from now on, Betsy and Jack went upstairs
first to give Kim and Jason a chance to say goodnight.
*********
The next afternoon (Thursday), Kim and I had time together. Mom and Jack
didn't make a big deal out of it, but they said they had some stuff to do,
and it was going to take a few hours. We found out later that they went to
some stupid movie just to give us time to be alone.
We jumped into my bed and fucked like wild animals for about two hours. I
couldn't get enough of Kim, and she couldn't get enough of me. It was a
repeat of the long fucking session in her cabin.
At the end of the session, Kim said, "Damn, I'm glad we got that behind us!
I was so hungry for you, Jase. I've been hungry for you for two weeks.
And God, your cock feels good!"
I didn't have to say anything. Kim knew I felt the same way. When Mom and
Jack returned, we were swimming, but I'm sure they could see the happiness,
satisfaction and gratitude on our faces.
No one said anything about it.
For the next week, Mom and Jack mysteriously disappeared every day, each
time for an entire afternoon. Kimmy and I got our fucking out of the way
and spent most of the time just making love. We had some beautiful
moments. Our hearts did a lot of talking. We were confident now that we
wouldn't have to scramble around for an opportunity to be together, and
Jack had another trip coming up in a couple of weeks, so we were much more
relaxed.
One day we didn't even have sex. We just went to the beach together.
We quickly discovered a problem with the beach, though. At home, we could
be ourselves and do anything we wanted. The beach was a different story.
We were in public. We saw kids we knew. We saw teachers and adults our
parents knew. We couldn't do anything! It was like being handcuffed, not
even being able to hold hands or kiss. We stayed about an hour and left.
We returned home and spent the rest of the time in the pool. That was much
better.
But we had uncovered a problem that neither of had really given much
thought to. We really had to watch how we behaved in public. Not only
when we were together, but when we were out with friends or our parents.
As we discussed the problem with Mom and Jack that night, Mom saw another
component of the problem. We not only couldn't molest each others bodies
in public, we had to be very careful how we talked about each other to
other people. After a couple of times in public with only one of us, Mom
had noticed that we missed each other. The way we compensated was by
continually bringing each other up in conversation. We both did it. Our
guards were down at home, and we talked openly, even in front of our
parents after the first few days, but we'd have to watch our
words with friends outside the family. The way we felt would be very
obvious if we weren't careful.
We eventually developed some codes for being together in public. In the
summer, if one of us got lonely or just wanted to say "I love you" in
public, we would say "Hey, do you want to go swimming tonight when we get
home?" Or something along those lines. That brought up the image of our
hearts talking beside the pool. The first time Kim said that (in church of
all places!), I got it immediately. As the weather turned colder, we
talked about taking a walk after dinner. The destination and meaning were
the same.
There wasn't much we could do about the urge to bring up each others names
when we were apart. But Mom mentioning it was a helpful warning. It
helped us anticipate a potential problem. As far as I know, neither of us
ever slipped up again.
A couple of weeks later, when Jack returned from a trip, he called a family
meeting. It was very short.
"I've been talking to Betsy every night, and a lot of our discussions have
been about you two. We are both very proud of you two. Betsy was right,
you two guys really are something together!
"But we have a little financial tight spot coming up, and I think we need
to work together, to kind of tighten our belts for a while...at least until
Kim goes back to school. Betsy and I have discussed it and I think we have
come up with one way you two can help. It concerns laundry."
Kim and I looked at Jack like he had two heads, but Mom was just smiling
quietly, so we didn't know where the hell he was going with this.
"I think -- and Betsy agrees, of course -- that we could save a lot of
money on laundry if you two slept together. One set of sheets to wash and
all that, you know. Betsy and I do it, and I think you have shown the
maturity to shoulder your fair share of the financial burden around here.
"Because we sometime have guests like Brenda and Cassie come over, you will
have to maintain both bedrooms. But you can sleep together. In Jason's
room, please, not upstairs. We like our privacy too, you know."
Kim and I both gasped, and then hugged Jack. Then we hugged each other,
then Mom.
Mom had actually told us it was okay to sleep together when Jack was out of
town, but we decided not to, for the same reasons we didn't have sex when
they were in St. Augustine. We wouldn't have felt right sleeping together
behind Jack's back. She must have told him.
A lot of fun things happened that summer. Of all of the great times we
enjoyed, the most exciting was one day at the pool.
Jack was out of town and Mom had told us she and Brenda were going shopping
for the afternoon, and were going to have dinner before coming home. Since
we were sleeping together by then anyway, we didn't really need the signal.
She just told us so we could plan on getting dinner for ourselves.
We decided to spend the day at the pool by ourselves. It was toward the
end of the summer, and our long private talks had increasingly turned to
dreading Kim's return to the University of Alabama. But on this day, we
didn't dwell on that. We just grab-assed like we always did and had a
great time.
When we got out of the pool, we reapplied sun block to each others backs.
I did Kim first, taking off her top and massaging her beautiful breasts
gently for a long time. No craziness, just stroking them and enjoying
their beauty. Kim didn't seem to mind.
Then Kim put block on my back, giving me a nice massage in the process.
She told me to turn over on my back, and I did so without even thinking
about it. Kim gently pulled my suit off and began to apply sun block to my
quickly rising cock! Wow! It really felt good!
Kim told me to move from the chaise lounge to one of the chairs. I quickly
did so without questioning. Then she knelt bare-breasted in front of me
and began to again softly stroke my cock. By now, it was fully erect, and
very happy. Then, my outrageously sexy sister told me where she was going
with this little exercise.
"I want you to cum all over me, Jason. I've wanted you to cum all over me
ever since that night, right here, when you told me about being with
Brenda. I want you to spray my face, and hose down my big tits. You want
to do that, don't you lover?"
"YES!" Of course I did, what kind of a silly question was that?
Kim had stroked my cock many times, of course, but always in preparation
for sex. She had never jacked me off -- or anyone else. So she asked me
to help her, to give her instructions and guidance as she went.
I did. I guided her through the first climax, encouraging her and then
telling her to hurry just before I let loose the first blast of cum. She
took a big shot right in the face and then directed the rest to her
spectacular tits.
Then she started again, looking me hotly in the eyes, and urging, "Talk to
me, lover! Tell me how to jack you off! Tell me what you want!"
And the more talking I did, the more questions she asked. And the more we
talked about how this felt, and whether or not I liked that particular
little movement, and whether the amount of squeezing was just right, or the
pace should be quicker...the more we talked like that, the hotter we both
got.
Kim directed the second blast of cum all over her tits again. As I eagerly
rubbed it into her big breasts, she started panting with lust and began
talking to me again, jacking eagerly as she did.
Kim has a really filthy mouth sometimes...and I love it! This was one of
those times, and she told me graphically how much she loved my big monster
cock, how much she loved jacking it, and how tasty it was in her mouth when
she blew me.
Kim anticipated the next blast of cum, jacking me right in front of her
face and then eagerly deep-throating me when I started coming. Hot cum
poured down her hungry throat, and she only missed a small speck. I think
she did that on purpose, because her eyes were burning with lust as she
licked it off of the side of her mouth, grinning lasciviously.
That was three. I knew Kim was going to go for six (or more) to break
Brenda's record. And I knew I had plenty for her!
The fourth and fifth shots of cum went all over her tits again. I eagerly
rubbed them into her breasts, always marveling at how beautiful they were
and how perfect the nipples looked when they got rock-hard like this. The
record was tied!
Kim paused for a few seconds, catching her breath and allowing me to start
breathing again. Then she sat in my lap for a few seconds, kissing me
deeply. I pinched her nipples and twisted them, driving her crazy. She
did the same to mine, with the same effect. As our tongues hungrily probed
each others mouths, I could taste my own cum. I went nuts.
Kim stood up, quickly removed her bikini bottom and then knelt back down in
front of my excited cock. My cock was so swollen and red, I thought it
might explode! Kim began to stroke my mighty rod again, slowly at first.
She talked to me like a slut, she begged me to tell her how I felt and what
I wanted to do to her. The more we talked, the crazier we got. There was
not even any mention of a new record, we were much too excited for that.
As I neared a huge climax, Kim begged me, "Tell me what you want, big-dick!
I'll give you anything! Suck me, fuck me, I don't care! Just tell me what
you want, my monster-cocked stud! Tell me and I'll give you anything!"
Carried away by the craziness of the moment, I almost screamed, "I want to
fuck you in the ass, you little slut!"
The response was immediate.
"Oh Jason, sweetie...I thought you'd never ask! I've been waiting for you
to ask me for that!"
Then as I exploded in her hand for a world-record sixth time, Kim laughed
and said, "C'mon, horse-cock! Spray my ass! Shoot your cum all over my
ass!" She released my cock, stood up, turned around and bent over. But in
that position, she couldn't continue jacking me. So I did it myself. I
shot spunk all over her beautiful ass. It was an amazing moment.
Kim laughed as she helped me rub my cum all over her ass. Then, she
quickly reached into her little beach bag and pulled our a small tube of
K-Y Jelly. She giggled as she told me to rub it, and some of my cum, into
her asshole. I did, and Kim shuddered. She moaned and groaned. She urged
me to use more K-Y. She turned to her side, so she could reach my cock as
I continued to finger her asshole with K-Y. She put some K-Y on her hand
and began jacking my softening cock.
"Don't quit on me now, Beebee!" Kim cried, using her newest nickname,
Beebee -- for Big Bro. It was her name for my big cock, not for me. "This
is your finest hour, you monster cock. This is the moment my asshole has
been waiting for since she first spied your magnificent majesty. Go find
some shit, Beebee! Get up my ass!"
Then, Kim whirled around and directed my throbbing cock to her pulsating
ass. It took several tries and a lot more K-Y before I finally got it in.
But Kim never gave up, and her filthy mouth never stopped spewing slutty
encouragement.
Finally, I got the head in, causing immediate pain and immediate ecstacy
for Kim. I started to pull out, but she encouraged me.
"Oh God Jase! You're so fucking big! And it hurts so fucking good. Just
go easy sweetie...real easy. But don't stop...don't ever stop." I didn't
stop. We had all afternoon; there was no rush.
I gently pressed onward. But it was no use. I could only get in a couple
of inches. I was just too big for her, and my cock was really huge from
all the jacking and excitement. Kim's pulsating little ass was hot and
smooth inside, but it was just too damn tight. She was crying in pain, but
didn't want me to stop. Finally I got my cock in just far enough, maybe
three inches, that I could slide it in and out a little without her crying
out in pain. I fucked her as gently as I could for a few minutes.
Although it was not everything we had hoped for, it was incredibly sexy,
and I quickly climaxed. We both liked the feeling of me cumming in her ass,
but we were also both eager for me to get out of there.
We hugged, and then laughed at ourselves together. We went up to the
kitchen and celebrated the new world jackoff record with a glass of wine.
But we didn't celebrate our first attempt at anal sex. It was one of those
ideas that sounded good at the start, but really turned out to be a
mistake. I should have stopped, and when I saw the pain Kim was in for the
next couple of days, I felt really bad. Fortunately, Mom and Brenda stayed
out until about 10 PM, so we didn't have to face Mom.
We had dinner, and a couple of more glasses of wine, and then we went to
bed. Kim took some Motrin to ease the pain and soothe the stretched
muscles of her ass, but that was a mistake too. Motrin is a blood-thinner
and it caused Kim's lacerated ass to bleed even more than it would have.
She had to put a sanitary napkin on. She sobbed quietly with pain as we lay
together in my bed. I felt terrible! But Kim said it wasn't my fault.
She said she wanted it and she loved it. And she said she wanted to do it
again, but we needed to learn how to do it right. We kissed goodnight
tenderly and went to sleep.
In the morning Kim was still very sore, but the bleeding had stopped. Mom
and Brenda had gotten pretty tipsy the night before, so Mom slept later
than usual. Kim took advantage of that time to dispose of the sanitary
napkin without being detected. Mom would have known that Kim wasn't having
her period, because Mom was watching her cycle carefully!
But Kim was walking gingerly, and was still in obvious pain. So we made up
a story that she had pulled a muscle while grab-assing with me in the pool,
and it worked. Kim felt a little stupid when Mom insisted she put ice on
her "pulled" leg muscle, but other than that, it was a perfect cover story.
Within three days, Kim had recovered from her "injury," but I will never
forget the feeling of having caused her pain. I vowed to never do that
again.
********
Finally, the summer ground to an end. It was still blistering hot in
Jacksonville, but it was August and almost time for Kim to go back to
school. It was a time everyone had dreaded.
Jason's 15th birthday was on August 22, only a few days before Kim had to
return to the University of Alabama. The birthday fell on a Wednesday, and
Jack was home, so they decided to have a small, family celebration. There
would be a big pool party with Jason's friends on Friday, and Saturday had
been reserved for Kim and Jason's last day together before she left for
Tuscaloosa on Sunday. So Wednesday was perfect for the private family
stuff.
Jason got real nice cards from his parents, both talking about how much he
had matured. He was happy to learn that Jack had actually picked out his
card himself. He got some clothes, and then came time for the big present
he had been looking forward to. A camera. Not just any camera, but an
expensive Nikon, with a bunch of lenses. It cost more than $2,000. (Jack
and Paul's business was going strong and the money was no problem -- Jack
and Betsy had given Kim a new BMW 325 convertible to take back to school!)
Then it was Kim's turn. She gave Jason two cards, and a small box. She
told him which card to open first. The first card was a very loving
birthday tribute from a sister to her brother. It talked about friendship
and growing up together. It was really a beautiful card.
The second card said, "Happy Birthday to the man I love" on the cover.
Inside there was a touching poem about how much they had together, and how
empty their lives were when they were apart. Jason had trouble reading the
poem, barely avoiding breaking down in happy tears.
Inside the card was a note, written in Kim's graceful handwriting on her
personal stationery. But before Jason could unfold it, Kim snatched it
out of his hand. With a trembling voice, she quietly read the note:
"My darling Jason,
"First of all, Jase, forget the little box in your hand. It's just a prop.
It's empty. My present to you is around my neck.
(Jason quickly glanced at her neck and saw the simple gold chain she
always, always wore. Kim's hand caressed it softly as she read the note.)
"My gift to you is this gold chain. It symbolizes our love. The precious
metal of the chain represents the uniqueness and special qualities of our
love. Gold is a perfect metal to symbolize our love, because it is soft
but strong, malleable but enduring. Each link connects to another forming
a complete whole, just like each facet of our love adds to the complete
love we share.
"You probably recognize this chain. It's the one I wore for the first time
on our first beautiful evening together. I have never taken it off since
that night. I've worn it every day, to keep the memories of that wonderful
night close to my heart. Whenever I get down or discouraged, I touch it...
and remember the warmth, and strength, and durability of our love.
But I haven't just been wearing this chain to remind me of you. I've been
saving it for today...to give to you. Because as important as the chains
qualities are, the most important thing is not its properties, but its
contents.
You see, Jason my love, ever since that first beautiful night, I have worn
this chain next to my heart. My heart doesn't just talk to your heart,
Jase; it also talks to this chain. Over the last few months, my heart has
filled this simple chain with my love for you. It now contains an abundant
supply of my love.
"So take the chain from my neck now, Jason... and place it with love around
your neck.
(Jason did, in an incredibly reverent moment. Then, Kim continued.)
"From now on, while we are apart...wear this chain constantly, so that you
will always know how much I love you, and so you will always have a part of
my heart...next to your heart to sustain you.
"But when we are together...you must give me back the chain. I will wear
it during those happy times, renewing it and refilling it with my undying
love for you, so that you will never run out of my love when we are apart.
"Happy Birthday, Jase!
"Jason and Kim. Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight, lovers forever."
There was not a dry eye in the house. After a few moments of enjoyment,
Jason returned the chain to Kim so she could continue to fill the chain to
overflowing with her love.
For the rest of the time prior to Kim's departure, Jack and Betsy gave them
plenty of space and as much private time as possible. No longer afraid,
the parents were now actively hopeful this beautiful love would survive.
They now placed the odds at 50-50.
********
Kimmy and I had one last glorious day together...Saturday, the day before
she left. According to a plan we had all agreed on, Jack and Mom went back
down to St. Augustine early in the morning, and didn't return until about 8
AM Sunday morning. Although we had been up late the previous night for my
Birthday Party, we got up early and spent the whole day at the pool.
It may seem strange to you, but we didn't make love at all until we went to
bed that night. We spent the day like we always did, playing in the pool
and talking. But we did talk more than usual. We've always been a little
weird the way we talk -- we talk about anything and everything. We talk
about silly stuff, and we talk about issues of cosmic importance. It
doesn't matter; we just love being together and exchanging ideas, big and
small.
We talked about two big issues that hot Saturday afternoon. The first
really surprised me, the other was the one which had been on our minds
constantly for weeks.
Kim brought up the first topic as we candidly discussed some of the
potential problems in our paths. You (and our parents) would probably
think we talked about the difficulty of being apart for the first time.
Naw! That would be hard certainly, but we weren't really worried about it.
That was a done deal. We would get through it. We were already looking
much farther out in the future.
Kim's real concern surprised me. But once I thought of it, I realized she
was right as usual. She was concerned about my feelings for her. She had
no doubt of the sincerity or depth of my love, but there was a problem.
Kim had several boyfriends prior to us getting together. She started
dating at my age and dated actively until the cruise. She had always had a
boyfriend. She had several important relationships to compare us to. She
had enjoyed sexual relationships with three of her boyfriends. As such,
Kim had a sound basis for evaluating her feelings for me.
But I was a completely different story. I had never even had a real date
before our magical night on the cruise. I had never had a girlfriend, even
a casual one. I had never had anything approaching the feelings I felt for
Kim. I had only had two quick sexual encounters, and they were both just
raw lust on everybody's part. (Kim knew about the thing with Brenda; I
never have told her about the "accident" with Mom.) In short, I had no
yardstick to compare my feelings to.
I tried to argue, thinking Kim was doubting my love, but she quickly
stopped me and reassured me that she was not worried about that. She
wasn't worried about me at all. She was worried about herself. She was
afraid that, no matter what happened with us, she would always be unsure
how objective and accurate my obvious worship of her was. Her previous
experiences, even the bad ones, gave her strength in the knowledge that her
feelings were accurate. My lack of experience made her wonder and that
made her uneasy.
But when we talked about what to do about it, solutions didn't come easily.
Kim sorta wanted me to date girls my age, but there was a part of her that
didn't really want that. I absolutely refused. I didn't want to, and
besides it wouldn't be fair to the girls for me to date them when I was so
deeply committed to a love they didn't know about and would never have
understood. Kim also brought up Brenda again, but I immediately rejected
that idea. We continued to explore other options.
Finally, Kim came back to Brenda and told me to be quiet for a minute, to
listen with an open mind, and then think about it for a while before I made
a final decision. She didn't want a decision before she left for college.
Kim started by revisiting my feelings for Brenda, drawing on her previous
discussions with both Brenda and I. She knew I liked and respected Brenda.
She also knew I thought of Brenda first as my mother's best friend, and
secondly as a very sexy and desirable woman. She knew Brenda was too old
for me, and I would never be interested in her romantically. I liked her
and might fuck her one day, but I would never make love to her and I would
never fall in love with her. Kim wanted me to broaden my horizons
emotionally, but she didn't want to take a chance on losing me. Neither
did I.
Kim also knew that Brenda wasn't some lovesick little teenager. She was
just a lonely and horny woman. But she was also my lifelong friend, and
Mom's best friend. She sincerely loved me like I was her own son, and
would never do anything to hurt me. Her interest in my sexual education
and concern for my emotional growth and well-being were genuine. (Okay, a
little self-serving, 'cause she loved my big cock, but still genuine.) Kim
also knew that Brenda would only really have one man she truly loved -- the
inattentive Paul, her husband. Brenda was a horndog, but she was a nice
horndog...and a safe horndog. Kim was comfortable with that.
Kim didn't go into a lot of detail about Brenda's needs. I knew about them
and I also knew that, with Cassie sucking and fucking her father at every
opportunity, Brenda's situation was not likely to get better any time soon.
(I never understood that. Brenda was so much nicer and a lot sexier. I
guess it was just the excitement of the incest thing that drove Paul's
passion for his daughter.) But Kim did mention that I would be doing
Brenda a BIG favor if I fucked her.
And finally...in Kim's accurate estimation, "...the woman is a stone-cold
sex goddess!" Brenda really was. As I've said, she was a few pounds
overweight, but she had an incredible body. And, she had a brazen, slutty
attitude. She just dripped sex. She didn't show that side of her
personality to everybody, but she certainly showed it to me and it was the
most real part of her personality. The woman was a slut! There were
things that Brenda could teach me about sex that would benefit Kim and I in
the future.
I couldn't really argue with much of what Kim said. But I did argue that I
didn't need a sexual mentor. I argued that we were doing just fine by
ourselves. Kim blew that myth up immediately by reminding me of our futile
attempt at anal sex.
"What are we going to do about that, Jase? Just forget it? Or, do you
want to go ask Mom how to fuck me in the ass? I don't think so! I know I
sure as hell don't! What's your plan for solving sensitive questions like
that? You want to look on the internet, or read books? I tried that --
that's where I got the K-Y idea, but it didn't work! Want to ask our
friends? They'll give us some answers, but the reality is that they don't
know as much as we do.
"I'm serious, Jase! Think about Brenda. Don't make a decision now. Take
your time. I've given this a great deal of thought, Jason. If you decide
to take my suggestion, just do it. You have my permission. You don't need
to ask, and you don't need to tell me. As a matter of fact, I don't want
to know until much later. Then, if you want to share some ideas or
techniques with me, you can tell me they came from Brenda if it makes you
feel better. But you don't have to tell me anything."
Then Kim re-emphasized that she was only talking about Jason, not Kim. She
had no need or desire to date anyone, or have her sexual needs satisfied.
(Actually, neither of us did. We had planned to take care of ourselves,
and had also planned to have phone sex if opportunities presented
themselves.)
So, I agreed to think about Brenda. I agreed reluctantly, and I was very
unsure what my emotions would be if we ever got together again, but I
agreed honestly.
Then we spent the rest of the day talking about Kim and Jason. Lovers
tonight, lovers forever. We made plans to talk on the phone every night.
We had already gotten our parents approval for Kim to fly home any time she
felt she wanted to, and I was planning to go up to Tuscaloosa for the
'Bama-Auburn game in November. We had dreaded this day, but we were ready.
We were prepared. We were confident.
Kim made a delicious filet mignon dinner, served with red wine by the most
beautiful woman in the world, wearing the most exquisite nightgown I had
ever seen. I didn't even want to eat dinner, but I was glad I did. It was
fabulous...and I would need my strength.
The lovemaking that night was spectacular even for us. We hugged and
kissed. We made love gently for hours. Our hearts talked throughout the
night, they had volumes of last minute things to say. And filet wasn't
the only thing we ate that night. We devoured each other hungrily. And we
fucked. Oh, how we fucked! Then, we slept until about 6 AM. When the
alarm sounded, we got up, ate a quick breakfast and returned to bed...this
time to make love, not to fuck. We were still making love tenderly when we
heard Jack's car pull into the driveway. We floated to one final
simultaneous climax and collapsed in each other's arms.
When Kim left, it wasn't a sad occasion. It was a happy time. We were
closer than we had ever been, and we were ready. Or at least we thought we
were. We were hopelessly naive.
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
pass-times; 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.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Five
By Thor4u
Brenda called on Friday morning. She asked me to come by her house after
school. She made a point of saying Paul was out of town and Cassie would
not be home until 6 PM. I tried to beg off, finally agreeing to at least
call her after school.
I had no intention of going over to Brenda's, but I did call when I got
home from school. Jack was at the office, and I knew I had about 30
minutes before Mom came home. I told Brenda I couldn't come over, and that
I only had a few minutes to talk because Mom would be home shortly.
Brenda didn't waste any time with small talk. She told me Paul had only
screwed her once in the ten days he had been home, and that it was a
half-hearted effort just to get her off his back.
Brenda said she needed a man and she needed one badly. She said that she
was going out Saturday night to the sleeziest bar she could find and find
someone to fuck.
Then Brenda blew my mind! She said she had an appointment the next
afternoon with a divorce lawyer and private investigator. She said she
was going to have the investigator follow Paul, both at home and on trips,
and if she got any "dirt" on him, she was going to divorce him and take
every penny he had. My heart almost stopped, because I knew that a good
private eye would soon catch Paul with his dick in his daughter ...and that
would be disastrous for everybody! I had to stop her from doing that!
I tried to talk Brenda out of the lawyer/private eye idea. In fact, I
tried to talk her out of the whole thing! I did make some points about the
riskiness of her going to sleezy bars, particularly when I talked about the
risk of being victimized and the health risk involved. Brenda knew I had
some good arguments there.
Finally, I just asked her to wait. I told her we were friends, that we
trusted each other, and that maybe I could help her figure out a better
plan. She had helped me with my sexual questions, maybe I could help her
with this.
"Help, my ass, Jason!" Brenda exclaimed. "Help? Jason, you can PREVENT!
If I had your beautiful body to play with, I'd be so happy I wouldn't need
a lawyer, a lover, or a new husband!"
Brenda finally agreed to cancel the lawyer/PI appointment if I came over to
her house to "talk" with her on Saturday. I agreed, knowing that she fully
intended to seduce me if she could. But I knew I had to head off the
lawyer visit, and I figured I could always just say no and walk out of her
house if I had to.
So...on Saturday afternoon, I rode my bike to Brenda's house.
************
Brenda was happy to see Jason. Well, that's an understatement. Actually,
Brenda had laid awake all night thinking of his visit. She ran a thousand
scenarios through her mind, desperately trying to come up with the perfect
approach to seduce the young boy with the monster cock she just had to
have. Nothing worked in her mind.
She finally decided that she would go very cautiously with Jason. She
didn't want to get this close and then scare him away. She would dress
conservatively (for her), and would let him know she wanted him but not
press the issue. At least at first. Brenda was in no hurry...she had all
night.
***********
When Brenda answered the door, she was dressed casually. Her shorts and
simple blouse were a conservative outfit, but her tits are so enormous that
she still looked very sexy, and she had the first two buttons of the
blouse unbuttoned so there was a lot of tit showing.
When I came into the house, Brenda invited me to her back patio for a Coke.
The back patio has a table and four chairs on one side, and a couch and
coffee table on the other. Brenda placed the Cokes on the coffee table, so
it was pretty obvious we would be sitting on the couch. The area where the
couch is has a big trellis on two sides of the patio, covered with some
kind of flowering vine, which creates a pretty and very private little
hideaway.
We made small talk about my schoolwork as we sipped our Cokes. After a
short, awkward pause in the conversation, Brenda tried to start talking
about her marital situation. She got through about two sentences of an
obviously carefully- rehearsed speech before breaking down in
uncontrollable sobbing. Brenda's tears told me more about her than any of
her angry ranting or threats to "get dirt" on Paul ever could have.
Brenda's whole world was coming apart. I felt terrible for her, and I
instinctively pulled her close to me and hugged her.
Brenda must have sobbed for 5 minutes without letup. I hugged her the
whole time. The position we were in on the couch caused her big boobs to
press against my side, and the pressure of that contact caused her blouse
to pucker open even more. As Brenda cried and cried, I gazed down into her
ample cleavage. As I did so, my cock began to swell and became noticeable
in my loose shorts.
Finally, Brenda -- whose eyes had been downcast anyway as she cried --
noticed my growing hardon. Her reaction was more humorous than amorous.
She laughed out loud.
"Oh my God, Jason! It's good to see that something works right around
here!" Brenda began drying her eyes. She was over the crying.
Then Brenda reached forward very gently and began to rub my swollen cock
through my shorts. Both of our minds flashed back to that outrageous night
on the cruiseship when she jacked me off all over those magnificent tits of
hers.
"You know, Jason...I can't begin to tell you how much I need this big cock
of yours in me. I need it sexually, I need it emotionally...I need your
big cock so many ways."
I could see in Brenda's eyes that she really, REALLY did need my cock.
"Why me, Brenda? Why my cock?" I asked. "And how will that really help
you, other than maybe temporarily satisfying your sexual needs?"
"You...because you are the loveliest man I know, a person I love and
respect and trust. Your cock because it is the most beautiful cock I have
ever seen in my life. And it will help not only my sexual needs, but it
will also help my self-esteem. I will have a man to love me, without
having to go out to bars and throw myself at strangers like some slut. And
it will really help my heart to know that you care for me."
There wasn't much I could say to that. I unbuttoned Brenda's blouse and
unfastened the front-closing bra. Her enormous tits sprung free. Brenda's
face was shining and there were tears of joy in her eyes as I started to
gently caress her magnificent cantaloupe-sized tits. Her nipples bounced
outward, instantly hard. Brenda's breath got ragged.
"Jason, my darling Jason...are you going to fuck me?" Brenda asked.
"Yes Brenda...I'm going to fuck you."
"Have you ever had a blow job, Jason?"
"No," I lied.
"Well then...before we go upstairs to bed, I want to suck you. That will
make you less eager to cum and we will be able to fuck longer."
I nodded agreement, trying to look like this concept was news to me.
Brenda stood up and took off her blouse and bra, then her shorts, and
finally her panties. She didn't do it real fast, but it wasn't a sexy
striptease either. Then she stepped very close to me as I sat on the couch
and hugged me. My face pressed into her big tits. I kissed them. Then I
let my kisses wander downward...across her belly, softly kissing her pubic
hair, until I came to her vagina. Brenda was silent, but breathing hard.
I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and dragged it upward across her
pussy lips, pressing inward until I ran it right up the side of her
clitoris. The way I did it, it seemed like a wonderful accident, but I
knew exactly what I was doing. When the tip of my tongue reached just
beneath the tip of the clit, I gradually applied suction.
"UHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Brenda screamed as she erupted in a sudden orgasm. Her
whole voluptuous body shook with the force of the unexpected (for her)
climax. "AHHHHhhhhhhhhh........" she sighed.
Weak-kneed, Brenda slumped to the couch. She looked at me like she had
seen a ghost. She was stunned and a little fearful that I had made her cum
so quickly and skillfully. Wanton lust flashed in her eyes. She didn't
say a word as she undressed me.
When Brenda had me naked on the couch, she leaned forward and sandwiched my
monster cock between her tits. She rocked back and forth, but her tits
were too dry for titfucking. She smiled and told me we could tit-fuck
later.
"I have some lotion upstairs...you can lubricate me, and I can lubricate
you...and then you can fuck my big tits with that beautiful cock of yours.
Then you can spunk my face, hair and tits, just like on the ship! Would
you like that, Jason?" Brenda asked as she continued to rub my cock with
her tits.
"Oh yeah!" I said.
"What else would you like, Jason?" Brenda asked. "I'm going to suck you
off right here on the patio...I'm going to swallow you whole and drink
every drop of your precious boy-cum. And I want your big cock in my pussy.
But what else would you like, Jason?"
By now, Brenda had stopped rubbing me with her tits and was lightly
stroking my cock with her hands. She was being careful not to get me too
excited, but she was talking like a slut at the same time.
"I don't know...we'll just have to see," I replied with a ragged, panting
voice as the sensual feelings began to grow inside me.
"Well...I don't know how nasty you are, Jase...but I'd love to try to take
you in my ass. Would you like that, honey?"
I tried to conceal my excitement at that prospect. Brenda had a
magnificent, big ass and I would love to fuck it! I just hoped I could
hold out long enough to get there.
"Yeah! I would! Anything you want Brenda." I answered.
With the formal agenda ratified, Brenda settled down to the matter at hand:
sucking my dick.
It was an incredible experience! Without prompting, Brenda became not only
lover, but teacher. As she was sucking me, she would pause from time to
time and tell me precisely what she was doing and why. With Brenda's
consummate cock-sucking skills, I would ordinarily cum in about 30 seconds.
But she interspersed the little instructional breaks just right, whenever I
was getting rowdy. Finally after about five minutes of leisurely sucking,
she got down to the real business. She sucked ferociously as her pretty
face bobbed up and down on my huge cock!
I blew a great load of cum into Brenda's hungry mouth. But she was ready
for it and didn't miss a drop. She sucked me dry. Then she stuck out her
tongue to show me the last blob of cum on her tongue and ceremoniously
swallowed it. This woman loved sucking cock!
Then Brenda took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. I
fucked her like a madman for more than two hours. She was insatiable! She
just couldn't get enough of my big cock. But after only one more raucous
fuck on the floor, Brenda was done. She was just too sore from my big cock
to continue. I fucked her tits and gave her a big facial, but we never did
get to the butt-fucking part.
When we were done, I rode my bike back home and called Kim. I told her
every second of what happened...except for the fellatio instructions. I
would give her those when we were together, so we could make maximum use of
them.
I was surprised by Kim's reaction. Kim had been the one who had been
encouraging me to do Brenda; she must have told me it was okay a hundred
times. But when I finally did it, she reacted a little coldly. She said
it was good, and encouraged me to continue, but there was a tone in her
voice that told me she was not completely okay with it. I was just 15
years old when I realized a woman could say something repeatedly, REALLY
mean it, and then change her mind when it actually happened. We all have
to learn that sometime, so I guess I was lucky to learn it so early.
**********
Jason and Brenda continued to have sex about once a week for the remainder
of the semester. Except when Kim came home, of course. For reasons Brenda
never understood, whenever Kim came home, Jason was unavailable. Brenda
fought the urge to hate Kim for taking Jason away from her.
But Brenda realized she was better off with Jason when she could have him
than being completely without a man. And she also knew instinctively, that
if she ever put Jason in a position of having to choose between she and
Kim, she was history. So Brenda enjoyed Jason when she could, and missed
him when she couldn't.
It was good for Brenda to be getting sex from Jason, because Paul sure
wasn't giving her any. He would usually screw her half-heartedly once each
homestand, and that was it. But, as long as Brenda was getting something,
she could hold on and hope Paul came around.
Kim and Jason, though, had problems of their own. They missed each other
terribly, of course, but that wasn't the only problem. One problem lurking
in the background was, of course, Kim's ambivalent feelings about Jason and
Brenda. Brenda was unwittingly becoming a wonderful master teacher to both
of the young lovers, but Kim still got a twinge in her heart whenever she
thought of Jason with the older woman. She kept this issue to herself, but
it colored her feelings toward Jason, it diminished their relationship a
little.
The other problem they both had was that they were both under enormous
pressure from their peers to date. Kim was a beautiful sorority girl at a
big-time party school and she had a lot of offers. Kim had no problem
turning down the offers. What she had a problem with was the encouragement
- then pressure - then resentment - of her sorority sisters. Kim was
really into the sisterhood, and it was hard to tell her sisters no.
She told them she had this mysterious boyfriend, Ellbee, and she called him
twice a night so they knew he was for real. But none of them ever met
Ellbee. They met her parents, and her gorgeous kid brother, but never the
ghostlike Ellbee.
Jason also had pressure to date. In fact, he had even more pressure than
Kim. He was a very good-looking kid. He was starting to really fill out
his 6'1" frame with muscles and was quite a hunk. And of course, the
locker-room stories Cass had heard (BIG Damn Cock on that kid!) were known
in all the right places in their school. But he never dated.
Friends tried to fix Jason up with their sisters. Girls called and asked
him out. He went to parties with some of his male buddies and invariably
attracted the attentions of really cute girls. Even his closest friends
began to ask him what the hell was wrong with him.
When Kim came home for Thanksgiving, it was to be a joyous weekend. It
really signified the beginning of the end of that first difficult semester
of separation. After Thanksgiving, there were only a couple of weeks of
school left, and then Christmas Vacation!
But when Kim arrived home late Tuesday night (she came home early because
she was driving and because neither she nor Jason could stand another day
of being apart), things were just not right. There was tension in the air.
Kim and Jason loved each other deeply, without reservation, but all of the
pressures of their situation were really beginning to wear on them. They
had looked forward to one magical long weekend to make the cares of the
world go away, but for the first time it wasn't working.
At bedtime, Kim and Jason adjourned to Jason's room and made love. It was
wonderful sex, but there was a little closeness missing. For the first
time since they had been together, Kim went back upstairs and slept in her
own bed. She cried herself to sleep, not knowing what she was crying
about.
On Wednesday, though, things settled down a little. That afternoon, Kim
and Jason spent some time in the pool (despite the fact that it was rather
cool for swimming). As usual, the pool play degenerated into a battle of
words and grabass as the two lovers regained their balance. They laughed
and cut up like they hadn't since the summer. After two hours in the pool,
they returned to the house, dressed, and spent the rest of the afternoon
snuggling on the couch.
That night, Kim returned to "our room" for good.
Then, on Thursday morning something happened that really made the weekend
take off. Brenda called. Betsy answered the phone and talked to Brenda
for a few minutes. Then surprisingly, she told Jason that Brenda wanted to
talk to him -- to wish him Happy Thanksgiving. Jason told his mother to
tell Brenda he wasn't home. When Betsy said Brenda knew damn well he WAS
home, Jason simply said to tell her he was busy. He refused to speak to
Brenda.
Jason's mother thought that was snotty and rude, and told him so angrily.
Kim, on the other hand, loved it. Kim was home and Jason was hers. The
rest of the weekend was filled with bliss.
Finally, the long weekend came to an end. Kim left at 7:30 AM Monday
morning. Kim reluctantly packed her BMW, hugged everybody in the driveway
(she had said her real goodbyes to Jason indoors), and headed back to
Tuscaloosa.
Kim hated to leave, even for a couple of weeks, but she was happy as she
pulled out of the driveway. She and Jason were fine, and she had arrived
at a solution for some of the pressures both of them were facing.
Kim took the bypass and then headed west on I-10. At about 9:45 AM, she
pulled into a rest area to get out of traffic. She pulled out her address
book and cellular phone. She found the number she wanted and entered it
into the phone. As she pulled back onto I-10, she pressed Send.
When the woman answered the phone, Kim asked to speak to Dr. Taylor. She
gave her name and waited a few seconds for him to pick up.
"Hey beautiful! How are you? Where are you?"
"Hi, Dave. I'm fine and I'm on I-10, heading back to 'Bama."
"Oh Boooooo! Gator-bait! Gator-bait!" Dave Taylor laughed, reminding Kim
of Florida's 47-3 pounding of the once-proud Crimson Tide a few weeks
earlier. "Hey listen, gorgeous...do you have time to swing down here for
lunch? I'd love to see you!"
"No Dave, sorry. I really don't. Tuscaloosa is a long, long drive."
"Aw...well, maybe next time. We don't see each other often enough. We're
all so spread out and busy."
"Well, David...that's partly what I called about. Do you remember the
offer you made me two years ago? That you'd always have a place for me?"
"Yes, honey...of course I do."
"Is it still good?"
"Absolutely!"
"Well I want to take you up on it."
"When, baby?"
"As soon as possible."
"You're sure? Don't make this poor old country boy's heart jump for joy
and then break it."
"No...I've never been more sure of anything in my life. That's where I
need to be."
"You're there, kid!" and then, shouting away from the phone, "Betty, get in
here! I need something in the mail right NOW!"
Then Dave Taylor returned to the conversation. He quickly asked Kim a
series of basic questions. Kim could hear him typing the answers into his
computer as they talked.
"Okay, sweetheart. You're in. I'm sending you a big package of
information with everything you need. Spend a day looking at it when you
get to 'Bama, and then call me and we'll finish up all the details."
*******
It was really late when Kim called from Tuscaloosa to tell us she had
arrived safely. I expected her to be a little down, but she was on top of
the world...like a big weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She
talked to Mom and Jack briefly and then privately to me.
"Hey Jase! I have a surprise for you!"
"I'll bet! Okay, I'll bite, what is it?"
"I'll give you a hint..." Kim said. Kim hummed a song I sorta recognized.
It was a fight song that a lot of schools in the Jacksonville area used,
but I couldn't quite place it. I told her I was stumped.
"Okay...another hint..." She hummed a few notes from the song and then
added a chant, "Taaaa...Ta Da Da Da... GO GATORS!"
Now I recognized the song! It was the University of Florida fight song.
But, call me dense...I still didn't get the surprise. I gave up.
In a hush, Kim told me. "I am transferring to the University of Florida,
Jase!"
I knew instantly what THAT meant! It meant less than a hundred miles! It
meant coming home every weekend! Kim was transferring almost in our back
yard...just 75 miles or so up the road in Gainesville!
"Wow! When?" I asked.
"January."
"Not this January. You mean next January, right?"
"Nope...in just a couple of weeks. This January!"
"No way...it takes months to apply and get accepted...there is no way you
can do it that quick."
"I'm already in. I did it on the phone from the car today. I'll have my
class schedule set by the end of the week. I'm already there, Jase!"
"That's impossible! How did you pull that off so quick?"
"Well I have great grades...and I'm not a bad looking young girl...and I
know how to bat my eyes at older men, even over the phone...Oh, and also,
it never hurts to have an uncle who is Vice President of Admissions!"
"Naw!"
"Yep...Dr. David Taylor, PhD...VP of Admissions, University of Florida, and
husband of my Dad's lovely sister Jean."
We laughed and talked excitedly for a couple of minutes. Then Kim wanted
to give Mom and Jack the news before they went to sleep. They were
ecstatic. Kim was coming home!
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Six - The Confrontation
By Thor4u
The rest of the Fall Semester flew by, as did Christmas Vacation. Kim and
Jason had a wonderful two weeks and had never been closer. They knew that
the problem of distance would be replaced by some new problem, but they
felt strongly that they had overcome some major hurdles making it through
the first long period of separation.
They didn't realize it then, but the greatest progress they had made was
what Betsy (aka Mom) had spotted very early. They had developed a strategy
of seeking solutions rather than fixating on problems, and that would stand
them in good stead in the future.
Many young couples are blindsided by problems -- they expect everything to
be untroubled bliss -- but that's just not real life. In real life, shit
happens. Kim and Jason expected shit to happen, so they just stepped
around it and moved on.
********
HOLA' MARIA!
Kim was sitting on the bed in her new dorm room at the University of
Florida when Maria Garcia walked into her life. It was a life-changing
experience for both of them, although neither realized it for a long time.
Maria Garcia was a strikingly beautiful 19 year-old Cuban-American from
Miami. With straight black hair and almost-black eyes offsetting her olive
complexion, she was absolutely gorgeous.
Even Kim was dazzled the first time she saw Maria. But Maria's dark beauty
was just the beginning. Her inner beauty was even more endearing.
She was also a study in paradoxes. Maria was sweet, but strong. She was a
little shy, but had a huge, wonderfully-warm heart. She was quiet and
spoke with a slight Spanish accent, but she was scary bright and had a mind
like a steel trap. She had dizzy moments occasionally, but she forgot
nothing. She liked meeting new people and making new friends, but her
friendships were casual - she didn't let anyone close too soon. She was
absolutely devoted to her large family. And although she was both quiet
and shy, Maria had a razor wit and a biting tongue when provoked.
For Kim, it was love at first sight. For Maria, it took a little longer.
But over that first semester, as she carefully sized her new friend up, she
was happy to learn that they had much in common.
Unlike the drunken slut of a roommate Maria had endured the previous
semester, Kim was a serious student. Kim knew what she wanted, and pretty
much where she was going. Kim had a boyfriend, Ellbee, who she adored, and
like Maria, she was very close to her family. Also, with fours of high
school Spanish and two in college, Kim was pretty good in formal Spanish.
So Maria set about to make her fluent in conversational Cuban Spanish,
including many of the thousands of crazy Cuban idiomatic expressions
sometimes referred to as "Cubonics."
Maria had an opportunity to meet Kim's family when they all visited
Gainesville one weekend. She thought Kim's stepmother, Betsy, was the most
beautiful woman she had ever seen, and was pleased to know that she was
just as nice as she was beautiful. Betsy was so like Kim in that regard,
it was hard to believe she wasn't Kim's biological mother. Kim's father,
Jack, was quiet and serious, a successful businessman, but it was obvious
that he worshiped the ground Kim walked on. And it was obvious the feeling
was mutual.
Maria especially liked Kim's step-brother, Jason. Damn, that kid was
gorgeous! He was also a little reserved, but warmer and funny as hell once
Maria got to know him. And Maria couldn't get over the way he and Kim
busted each others balls so mercilessly! Jason was a lot of fun to be
around. She was surprised to learn that he was not yet 16; at first Maria
figured him for 18-19. If Maria wasn't already engaged to Antonio back in
Miami, she would have asked Kim to fix her up with Jason.
Actually, the only piece of the Kim puzzle Maria hadn't seen was Ellbee,
but the way Kim called him every night, she was sure he would show up
someday. He'd better, because this "Gringa" Kim was a babe!
So...as Winter turned to Spring, Maria finally accepted Kim as a close
friend. That designation was not a casual one -- Maria only had one other
girlfriend she considered "close." It really meant that Maria had accepted
Kim as a member of her family, and the two young women became very close.
So close, in fact, that Maria invited Kim to spend a week with her family
during the summer.
For most college sophomores, inviting a roommate to visit during the summer
is standard procedure, but not for Maria. Kim recognized the honor and
import of the invitation and accepted immediately.
***********
Things went relatively smoothly for Kim and Jason. Kim was coming home to
Jacksonville almost every weekend, and they had a lot of time together.
But it never seemed to get dull; they always found ways to amuse
themselves. One of the great strengths of their relationship was that the
amusement was not usually sexually. They did everything together, from
going to the movies with friends to golf lessons. The friendship, now five
years strong, was closer than ever.
That's not to say they didn't ever have sex. Of course they did, every
weekend and it was wonderful. But sex was not the basis of their love, in
fact it never had been. Their love was built on the foundation of a strong
friendship, mutual respect, and trust. There were a few ups and downs, as
there are in any relationship, but the foundation was always there to
sustain them.
But for Brenda, times were hard.
For one thing, Jason was never available because Kim was home almost every
weekend. Even when she wasn't, Jason avoided her. Finally, Brenda
confronted him angrily. Jason said he was sorry, but as much as he had
enjoyed their times together, he just didn't feel right.
Brenda had been dumped, albeit gently and with great caring, by a 15
year-old boy! A boy she had built much of her life around for the last few
months. The young man who had both thrilled her sexually, and made it
possible for her to go on emotionally.
To make matters worse, Paul hardly paid any attention to her at all. Paul
and Jack's business was booming, and they had hired quite a few new
employees. Therefore, they had some relief from the travel and also had
new responsibilities that required them to stay home more than at the
inception of the business.
More time at home should have been a good thing, but Brenda hardly saw
Paul. And when he did have a little time to himself, he seemed to always
spend that time with Cassie. Brenda knew that Cassie was only 16 and
needed a lot of attention, but dammit, this was ridiculous!
Finally, in exasperation, Brenda called Jason. The anger in her voice
burned through the phone lines as she renewed her plan to hire a lawyer and
private investigator to go after Paul. Jason tried to talk her out of it,
even briefly considering renewing their relationship, but Brenda wasn't
buying. Toward the end of the conversation, she even told him she didn't
want him back, she just wanted to dump Paul and Cassie and move on with her
life. She wasn't asking for help, she was just venting to a close, caring
and trusted friend. Jason felt very sad for Brenda, and her plan of action
terrified him. The only good news in the conversation was that Brenda
mentioned that the lawyer she was going to was on vacation for two weeks,
skiing in Colorado.
As soon as he hung up with Brenda, Jason called Kim in Gainesville. They
discussed the problem, but Kim was adamant about not telling their Mom.
Jason thought only Mom could talk sense to Brenda, but Kim insisted that
Cassie, not Brenda, was the real problem. Kim felt that it was time to
confront Cassie, and to go to the wall with her if necessary.
**********
Even though the weather was warming up a lot, Cassie was surprised when I
called her and invited her to come swimming with Kim and I that Saturday
afternoon. We didn't usually invite her to anything, but Cass is a little
slow so she didn't mind. She had other things on her mind anyway, mostly
her father's dick.
But Cassie was planning to attend the University of Florida after high
school, so she looked forward to talking about college life with Kim. Cass
always has an ulterior motive, and in this case, it was Kim's sorority.
Kim had not transferred her membership from Alabama, but she was still a
member in good standing of the national sorority and could recommend Cass
for membership in any chapter. That's what Cassie wanted.
So she came over to swim. Needless to say, Cass came over wearing an
absolutely obscene thong bikini. At 16, it was beginning to look like
Cassie was not going to inherit her mother's great tits.
But she had a petite, tight little body with a luscious little ass, and she
was extraordinary in that thong!
Kim just rolled her eyes, and then dropped her gaze to my crotch to see if
I was getting hard. Fortunately, I knew I had to concentrate on the task at
hand, so I was pre-occupied with the script Kim and I had laid out the
previous night. No hardon, thank goodness.
Kim started, and she might as well of hit Cassie between the eyes with a
two-by- four! Barely saying hello, she immediately sat Cassie down in a
pool lounge and told her that I knew everything -- EVERYTHING -- about she
and her father. Recognizing the fact that Cassie is not the brightest bulb
on the tree, Kim went on to list all of the various sexual encounters Cass
had told her about over the past year, including dates and activities. Kim
had done her homework the woman oughta be a lawyer!
Cass was shocked to be confronted that way, especially with me present.
She tried a weak diversion, saying she had just made it all up to get
attention, but we both knew better. And Kim was not about to let her off
the hook.
"LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!!!" Kim screamed in Cass' face. Cassie burst into
tears.
Kim didn't let up. We had decided to play good-cop, bad-cop -- and Kimmy
was the bad cop. She continued to hound Cassie, finally getting a
self-serving admission that "my Daddy took advantage of me." That was
bullshit, of course, but it was a start.
I played good cop for a while, telling Cassie I could understand how
something like that could happen...even happen repeatedly ...but it had to
stop. She made the mistake of saying it was over, that she hadn't had sex
with her Dad in months, which immediately brought out the bad cop.
"LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!!! You are willing to destroy your whole family, just
to get some schoolgirl attention! You are willing to destroy your mother's
life! You are willing to destroy your father's life! You are willing to
destroy your own life!" Kim screamed at the top of her lungs. "I know you
are fucked-up, Cassie...but I had no idea you were so fucking stupid!!!"
Now Cassie was angry and she really tried to fight back. She knew she was
dumb, but she didn't like having her nose rubbed in it. She said nothing
would ever happen. She said she would never tell anyone and neither would
her father.
"Ohmygod!!! You're not only stupid and fucked-up, you're naive as well!!!"
Kim thundered. "What makes you think someone won't go looking for something
like this? What makes you think it won't come out in a divorce case? How
can you be so fucking dumb, girl???
"Okay, little Miss Hotpants...you won't tell and Daddy won't tell. But
there's something else you haven't thought about. I'LL TELL! AND JASON
WILL TELL!! We'll both tell, if that's what we have to do to stop you from
ruining your whole family!"
Then when Cassie gasped in horror and betrayal, I chimed in as softly and
gently as I could, "That's what we called you here for today, Cass...to
tell you that we can't remain silent any more. We're telling our Mom
tonight."
"No," Cassie gasped. "Please no...I'll do anything! Please don't tell!
Please! Please!" And she broke down in tears again. The bad cop was not
impressed.
"Aw knock it off, Cass! Stop feeling sorry for yourself because you got
caught! You can very easily prevent being exposed to the world...all you
have to do is to stop fucking your father."
"I will! I will! I'll do anything!" Cassie cried.
"Well...we knew you'd say that Cass." Kim said icily. "We don't believe
you for a minute, of course, but we knew you'd say that. But we'll make
you a deal...if we see that you have stopped and we have ways of knowing,
we have positive ways of telling whether that has happened -- we will not
tell anyone outside our family. You have two weeks to convince us it has
really stopped."
"We're telling Mom tonight," Kim continued. "Mom has to be ready to pick
up the pieces if your mother tries to kill herself or something equally
tragic. But we won't tell anyone else, and neither will she, if, AND ONLY
IF, you stop this permanently."
"You're really gonna tell Betsy?" Cass whispered.
And I gave Kim a look like -- are we really gonna tell her? I was stunned
by the look I got back, because we had not discussed this part.
"Yes, Cass...we have to. This has gone too far. This could be a disaster.
This is the kind of thing people kill themselves over. A student at
Gainesville killed himself last weekend over less than this. We have a
moral obligation that outweighs our loyalty to you. I'm sorry."
Cassie gasped.
"Well if you're gonna tell Betsy anyway, what difference does it make what
I do?"
"Well, Cass," I said, "we're only going to tell Mom. We're not going to
tell anybody else."
"Who else would you tell...my Mom?" Cass asked in disbelief.
"No. I honestly couldn't do that. Mom would have to do that at the
appropriate time." I answered.
"At the appropriate time?" Cass asked quietly.
"Yeah...you know, if your mother got suicidal or something destructive like
that." I replied.
"Oh my God..." Cassie whispered.
"And then, there's other people...you know, kids at school," I, Jason, the
good cop, dropped the ultimate bombshell, "I wouldn't tell everybody, just
my closest friends because some of them think you're very hot and want to
date you. I think they have a right to know the truth about you, Cass.
I'd ask them not to tell anyone else, of course."
There is one thing that every kid our age cares more about than just about
anything - acceptance by our peers - and we will do just about anything to
get it and keep it. Cass knew that if I told a single person -- even if I
swore them to absolute secrecy -- a rumor that juicy would be all over the
school in a matter of minutes.
Cassie was astonished that I would threaten such a thing, but the look in
my eyes and Kims left no doubt that we were serious. She burst into tears
and fled from our house.
Cassie almost ran over Mom at the front door as she was fleeing. She just
screamed something, ran to her car, and roared off down the street.
Mom rushed in the house and saw the two of us walking arm in arm up the
steps from the pool. She ran out to us.
"Kids???" Mom asked.
"Mom, we love you," Kim said softly. "Come sit with us by the pool...we
have to talk.
I went on one side of Mom and put my arm around her. Kimmy got on the
other side and did the same, and we walked her slowly down to the pool
chairs. Kim told her we had some very bad news, and no, Kim was NOT
pregnant.
Then we sat my beautiful Mom down and gently broke her heart. We talked
for hours about what to do. I didn't really have any ideas. But once Mom
got over the shock, she and Kim calmly brainstormed ideas on when it might
be necessary to tell Brenda, and how it might be done. We hoped that day
would never come.
(continued in part 2/2)
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