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(first, inc, mc, rom, teen, etc...)


********** STORY INFORMATION **********

Warmth of a Touch
by Eric Storm (formerly known as Net Wolf)
(C)2005 by Eric Storm

Chapter 7 of 15

Genres: Drama, Science Fiction
Code(s) Used: ds, first, inc, mc, reluc, rom, sm, teen, viol
Pairings Used: 3+, MF, fF, fM

Martin Gallagher, college student and quiet teen, suddenly
discovers the family secret. He has been given this new power
to attract women with little more than a touch, but it makes
him uncomfortable. What makes it worse is what he's told he's
supposed to do with it. Will he manage to adjust and accept it?

***************************************

This story will be posted in its entirety, one chapter a day.  
If you do not wish to wait, or you want to read my other stories,
you may go to my website at http://storm.wolfpub.org .  If you
wish to read the other authors at The Mystic Wolf Pub, the base
address is http://www.wolfpub.org .  I hope you enjoy the story.

************** THE STORY **************

 
                 --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 7===--
 
Chapter 7
 
 
 
    "Sir, would you like a pillow?" the stewardess asked Martin.
 
    Martin, stifling his yawn, replied, "No, thank you.  It's
just been a long day so far."  He had been up since four o'clock, and
he was already feeling wasted.  Travel always did this to him.  It was
still an hour to Tampa, and he couldn't wait to get back on the ground,
where his mode of transportation did not race the clock.
 
    He jolted out of a light slumber as the wheels thumped down
at Tampa International.  He was in no hurry to get up, for he knew that
the taxi to the jetway could feel as long as the entire flight.  He sat
up straighter and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, but he still felt
exhausted.
 
    Martin stumbled off the plane with all the other
passengers, grumbling about the cramped quarters since the airlines had
reduced the number of flights.  As he left the passenger unloading
area, he saw his family waiting for him.  Becca waved to him, and he
smiled, but didn't really pay her much attention.  This turned out to
be a mistake.  As he got closer, he realized that "Small Fry" was now
as tall as her mother.  In the last two months, she had sprouted an
extra four inches in height.  Strangely, it didn't look gangly and
awkward on her.
 
    A closer inspection revealed why this was so: Rebecca had
also grown in other ways.  Her breasts had filled out at least a whole
cup size.  Martin found this out in the most pleasant way possible: by
hugging his beautiful sister.
 
    "Guess I can't call you Small Fry anymore, eh, sis?" he
jibed her.  She smiled with a slight blush.
 
    "How was your trip in, Marty?" his mother asked.
 
    Stifling another yawn, he replied, "Long."
 
    "Let's go get your bag, and get you home.  You look half
dead already," his father opined.  Martin was in no position to
disagree with him.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin dozed on the short ride home.  It was enough to perk
him up a little as they pulled into the driveway.  He saw his uncle
standing at the door, but his pickup was nowhere to be seen.  Martin
got out of the car, suspicious.
 
    "Hey, Uncle Josh.  Where's your truck?"
 
    "Aunt Debbie is bringing it in a few minutes."
 
    "Well, I mean, how did you get here, then?"  Martin was a
little too wasted to think clearly.
 
    "How do you think, sport?  Come see your new car!"
 
    Now, when his father had told Martin that he was getting a
new car as a present for doing so well in school, he had envisioned
some used jalopy, or a Ford Taurus.  He figured he'd get something
practical, but not very stylish.
 
    Well, it *was* a Ford.
 
    They all went around to the back of the house, where Josh
had parked Martin's new Mustang Cobra convertible.  It was metallic
electric green, and it looked fast just sitting there.  The top was
down, and the car was just begging to be driven.  Martin stared in awe.
 
    "Think he likes it?" Josh asked Trent, who grinned back.
 
    Trent told his son, "Can't have you driving around in some
piece of junk.  Never get any girls that way."  All of the guys,
including Martin, snickered at that.  "This *is* the one you wanted,
right?"
 
    Martin had a poster of this car on his wall at school.  He
had never expected to own one before getting his doctorate.  "Uh,
yeah.  Wow.  Thanks, Dad, Mom.  I... uh... wow.  I never expected
*this*."  He walked over to it and lightly ran his hand along the
fender, caressing it more gently than he had ever touched any inanimate
object.  It was an inherently sexy car, and it felt good just to be
near it.  His sleepiness forgotten, Martin opened the door and climbed
in, settling into the plush seats.  He reached automatically for the
keys, which were hanging in the ignition.  Turning them, the car let
out a low rumble that only hinted at the power the car possessed.  A
slow grin slipped across Martin's face as he felt the smooth vibrations
of the engine.
 
    "Why don't you take it for a drive around the block,
Marty?" Josh said.
 
    "Yeah.  Hey, Small Fry, you wanna come?"
 
    As she hopped into the car, without opening the door, she
said, "I thought you weren't going to call me that anymore."  There was
a twinkle in her eyes when she said it. 

    Martin rolled slowly off the lawn and onto the street
before applying more pressure to the gas pedal.  The soft purr of the
engine grew into a sensual growl as the car accelerated down the
street.  Martin did not speed; he wanted this car more for its
appearance and its general karma than he did for its performance.  Oh,
sure, he'd have to open it up on the way home, but not with his sister
in the car.
 
    They drove it around a few blocks, so that Marty could get
a feel for its handling and stopping.  It was a beautiful car, and it
got a few looks from some of the neighborhood girls.  Becca noticed.
 
    "Hmph.  I suppose you'll be spending all your time with
them," she said sourly.
 
    Martin stopped at a stoplight, and then reached his hand
over to his sister's thigh, where he gave a light squeeze.  "They can't
hold a candle to you, Becca."  The light changed just then, and he put
his hands back on the wheel.  His sister seemed satisfied.  To change
the subject, Martin said, "I was thinking that maybe we could go down
to Busch Gardens tomorrow.  What do you say?"
 
    "Hey, that'd be great!" she squealed.  "Just us, or are you
gonna call the gang?"  By which she meant Jake, Tom, and Bobby,
Martin's usual companions on day trips.
 
    "Just the two of us.  I want to spend some time with you
alone," he winked at her, and she blushed.
 
    "I can't wait," she whispered.
 
    "If I weren't so damned tired, I'd take this car someplace
quiet right the hell now," he said.
 
    "Was the trip that bad?"
 
    "Just a long day.  I got up at... well, six, here, but it
was four where I was, and that just wasn't enough sleep."
 
    "Oh.  Maybe we should head home, then, so you can rest."
 
    "Okay, let me just turn around..." Martin pulled into an
empty parking lot, and then gunned the engine, turning the wheel to do
a full circle, and another 180-degree turn.  Becca was white as a sheet
when he was done, her eyes wide with awe.
 
    "Wow!" she screamed.  Martin just grinned as he calmly
pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home.  *Glad I got that
out of my system*, he thought.
 
 
 
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    The next day, the two siblings left early, to get to Busch
Gardens before too big a crowd showed up.  They didn't have to walk too
far to the gate, and soon they were within the park.
 
    The first thing that came up was a little dispute.
 
    "Aw, c'mon, Becca.  They're fun!"
 
    "Just looking at it makes me sick."  She was staring at
Tornado, the newest roller coaster to adorn the park.  "I'd probably
puke my entire breakfast."
 
    "Come on, just once?"
 
    Becca didn't want to ruin her day with her brother.  She'd
missed him terribly since Christmas Break, especially since he'd opened
up the world of pleasure to her.  Finally she relented.  "Okay, but I'm
going to hate it."
 
    They waited in a short line to get on the ride.  Martin was
glad they were doing this early: in a few hours, they'd have waited
half an hour to get on this coaster.  They locked themselves into the
seats, and waited for the ride up the hill.
 
    "It goes straight up!" Becca cried.  Martin reached out and
took her hand.  She clutched him tightly as the cars began their climb
up the first hill.  As they reached the top, the coaster stopped dead,
not moving.  Martin enjoyed the view: he could see all the way to the
gulf from here, although it was a thin blue line on the horizon.
Becca, he saw, had her eyes closed.  He wondered if she was praying for
salvation.  He squeezed her hand encouragingly just as the car jolted,
sending them over the top.
 
    The initial drop was exhilarating, and Becca screamed loud
enough to hurt Martin's ears.  He himself was breathless, they were
falling so fast by the time they reached the bottom.  The car
immediately snapped through two corkscrews, and around a few turns.
Martin took the chance to look at Rebecca, but she was white as a
ghost, her eyes clenched shut and she was still screaming.  Her fingers
were cutting off circulation in his hand.  He held onto her until the
ride came to an end.
 
    As they were pulling back into the station, she finally
opened her eyes.  She looked straight ahead, as if she were in shock.
 
    "Shit, Becca.  I'm sorry.  I didn't think it'd be that bad
for you,"
 
    She didn't respond, because she didn't yet have her voice
back.  He held onto her hand, and helped her out of the car.  She
weaved badly on her way out of the ride, until they got clear of the
other people.  Martin then pulled her over to a railing and had her
lean against it.
 
    "You wait right here," he said, "and I'm gonna go get you
some water or Sprite or something."  Before she had a chance to say
anything, he was gone.  She leaned over, putting her hands on her
knees, and hoping she wouldn't puke.  The world was still spinning, and
she could barely stand up.
 
    "Whatsa matter, girly?  Couldn't hack the Tornado?"  The
voice was obviously a teen, or maybe someone Marty's age.  She didn't
bother responding.
 
    "Aw, the little baby can't handle the big-kid rides.  I
think the carousel is that way, girly."  When this didn't get him any
response, either, the voice got coarser.  "Hey, cunt, don't ignore me.
You think what that ride did to you was bad?  You look at me, or I'll
show you what badckllrgh..."
 
    Becca looked up when she heard the boy's words cut off.
She saw Martin standing next to the young man, applying his thumb to
the boy's throat just above his Adam's apple, his fingers squeezing the
boy's neck.
 
    "Nobody speaks to my sister in that tone of voice," Martin
said coldly.  "The last person who did, regretted it.  If you don't
leave us alone, I'm going to kick you in the balls so hard you'll be
spitting them out your mouth.  Do you understand?"  The boy nodded,
still trying very hard to breathe.  "Good.  Now get the fuck away from
us."
 
    Martin released him, and the boy put his hand to his
throat, coughing a bit.  Then he turned and, rather quickly, walked
away.  Martin turned to his sister and handed her a cup.  "Sorry.  I
didn't realize those kinds of assholes would be out here, or I wouldn't
have left you alone.  You feeling any better?"  She nodded at him as
she sipped at her Sprite.  "You need to rest more, or have you got your
balance back enough to walk?"
 
    "I think I'll do okay, if you stay next to me.  Jesus,
Marty, how do people go on those things?"
 
    "It doesn't hit most people as bad as you.  Sorry, I didn't
realize you'd get that sick over it.  C'mon, the animals are this
way."  Martin wasn't going on another ride today.  He'd decided that
before they'd even made it off the first one.  He wasn't putting his
sister through that.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The rest of their stay in the park was very pleasant.
Becca was able to shake off the effects of the Tornado, and she had a
good time observing the animals in the park.  Finally, it was getting
toward late afternoon, and the pair decided to call it a day.  They
made their way unhurriedly back to the car, and started home.
 
    It was about a half hour before sunset when Martin parked
the car in the parking lot of the Clearwater Marina.  He put the top up
on the car before they got out, and then they walked toward the beach.
By the time their feet hit sand, Martin's arm was around Becca's
shoulders, and her arm was around his waist.  They walked, not saying
much, just watching the sunset in peace.
 
    Their reverie was disturbed, however, by a police officer
patrolling the beach.  Noting the young couple, he came over to them,
and spoke to Martin.
 
    "Your lady friend is just a little young for you, isn't
she?" he asked.
 
    Martin smiled at him.  "This is my sister, officer."
 
    "You hug your sister like that?" he inquired.
 
    "We're a very close family," Martin explained.
 
    "Well, okay.  You have a good night, then."  The officer
walked away, shaking his head, as the couple returned to watching the
sunset.
 
    Before too long, Becca leaned up and said, "That officer
thought you were going to commit statutory rape."       

    "I am," Martin replied with a grin.  "In just a little
while."
 
    "I can't wait," she purred.  "Let's go now."
 
    "What about the sunset?" he asked.
 
    "We can see it from the car."
 
    The two walked quickly back to the car, and climbed into
the back seat.  It was cramped, especially with the top up, but Martin
wasn't crazy enough to put the top down for what they were about to
do.  Becca had wisely worn an old skirt this day: she knew what was
going to happen to it.
 
    As Martin sat back after closing the door, Becca closed in
on him.  Her hands pressed against his chest, and her lips locked
tightly to his.  They kissed hotly for several minutes, their hands
playing across each other's bodies.  Martin's hands slid across her
breasts gently.  Even fully covered, they felt wonderful.
 
    Soon, Becca was too aroused for this little contact.  She
pulled away from Martin, but held him in place with one hand.  Her
other hand started undoing his pants.  Meanwhile, Martin's hands
remained busy with her tits.  When she finally got his pants undone,
she reached very carefully into the slit in his briefs, and tugged his
dick free of its confines.  Her soft hand caressed his already-hard
dick as she licked her lips.  Martin groaned as she kissed the head of
his cock, causing warm feelings to shoot up to the tip of his skull.
 
    As Becca's mouth began to work on her brother's dick, Marty
used his hands to continue to play with his sister's tits.  It was hard
to reach them this way, but certainly worth the effort.  He could feel
her hard nipples, even through the bra, and he wished he could suck on
one of them right then and there.
 
    Martin, who had been anticipating this opportunity all day,
could not last long.  In just a minute or two, his cum burst forth, and
Becca sucked it all down as if it were the most precious nectar.  She
kept her lips moving on his prick, making sure to get all of his cum.
Her hand and mouth continued to work on his cock, keeping him hard and
ready for more.
 
    When she sat back up, ready to straddle him, Martin stopped
her gently.  "Turn around," he said quietly.  When she did, he lifted
her skirt in back, and then guided her into his lap.  His one hand
guided his cock into her warm, wet cunt, and she slipped down onto him
with a quiet moan of pleasure.
 
    Martin drew her to him when she was fully impaled on him.
They sat for a moment, silent, just feeling their connection.  Then,
Martin whispered in her ear.  "Now sit still and watch the sunset."
 
    The sun was just now reaching the horizon, only its barest
limb dipping below the surface of the water.  Martin put his arms
around his sister's waist, holding her gently in place as he ground
small circles with his hips, to keep them both highly aroused.  Becca
was panting shallowly with lust as she sat, her brother's dick buried
in her pussy, watching the sun slip beneath the horizon.  As the sun
was shining its final rays, they had the pleasure of observing a rare
green flash.  Both of them stared in awe for the brief time it lasted.
 
    Once the sun had fully disappeared beneath the waves,
Martin's small movements immediately grew more insistent.  His hands
slipped up to cup his sister's breasts, squeezing them gently in
passion.  Becca let out a moan as he started to move beneath her.
 
    Becca began to use her legs to move herself on Martin's
cock, so that he wouldn't grow tired.  Though their movement was
resolute, it was not hurried.  They continued to thrust against each
other in measured, long strokes.  The world outside dwindled away for
the two of them.  The risk of discovery lessened to an insignificance
in their love for each other.
 
    As her heat grew, Becca knew that she would not be able to
remain quiet much longer.  She stopped Martin, and pulled herself off
him.  The feeling of emptiness was almost painful for her.  She turned
to face him, once again sitting in his lap.  As his cock slid back into
her, a sweet smile spread across her face.  Once he was buried to the
hilt inside her cunt, she started moving in small up-and-down waves,
still easily and leisurely, rather than frenziedly.  Neither of them
wanted the moment to end, and they were in no hurry to reach their
climax.
 
    Martin took hold of Becca's hips, helping her move on him.
Finally, as their passions grew and took hold of their actions, their
bodies began to slide together more forcefully.  It was at this point
that Becca's lips locked onto Martin's.  Her moans were drowned in
their mouths, their tongues absorbing all sound as they caressed each
other.
 
    Faster and faster their bodies moved.  It would not be long
before they came.  Martin's hands began to shove Becca back down onto
his prick, and Becca ground her hips against him when she got there.
Again and again, they bucked and moved with each other, pushing them
further toward their peak.
 
    Finally, Martin went over the edge, blasting his cum deep
into his sister's cunt.  The feel of hot jism filling her pussy ignited
Becca's orgasm, and she started bucking in Martin's lap.  Her lips
remained locked onto his, and her screams were muffled by the contact.
The two passionately embraced, their arms squeezing each other tightly,
and they remained locked throughout the throes of their climaxes.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It was completely dark by the time the two got home.  They
had stopped to eat at Burger King along the way.  Neither of his
parents was upset at their late arrival.  They both trusted Martin to
keep his sister out of trouble.
 
    When Martin crawled into bed that night, it was mere
moments before his sister came in and crawled in beside him.
 
    "Becca?" he asked quietly.
 
    "Shhh," she answered, kissing him softly.  Then she turned
her back to him, snuggled herself against him, and settled.  Martin,
realizing she just wanted to be with him, could hardly object.  He put
his arm around her waist, nuzzled her neck, and closed his eyes.  His
dreams were some of the most peaceful he'd ever had.
 
 
 
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    Somehow, Becca had managed to sneak out of Martin's bed
without waking him.  Whether she had done it in the middle of the night
at some point, or when it was time for her to get up, he didn't know.
It worried him that his mother might have seen them.  He had a feeling
his father already knew.
 
    When he walked out into the kitchen, his mother was making
herself some toast.  He went over and kissed her on the cheek, as was
his custom.  "Morning, Mom," he greeted.
 
    "Good morning, honey.  How are you this morning?"
 
    "Pretty good.  Hungry, though," he answered, getting
himself some cereal out of the cupboard.
 
    "Your sister seemed to be in good spirits this morning,
too.  Though getting her up without waking you was tricky."  Martin
tried not to spill the cereal he was pouring when she said this.  She
looked at him with a smile as his heart ran much too fast.  "Sweetie,
what are you worried about?  You think I don't *know* about you two?  I
married into this family.  Believe me, I understand what's happened
between you and Becca."  Her eyes took on a mock-stern look, and her
voice followed.  "You'd just better treat my little girl with respect."
 
    "Yes, ma'am," Martin said.  It was the way he always
answered his mother when being lectured.  Then he stuck his tongue out
at her.  They both laughed.
 
    "If you want her to, Becca can sleep in your room all the
time you're here.  Just try to let her sleep enough to make it through
class, okay?"
 
    "No problem.  Hey, Mom, how did you and Dad end up meeting,
anyway?"
 
    "He bumped into me coming out of a grocery store.  By the
time he finished helping me up, well, of course I found him totally
irresistible.  To this day I still don't know if it was an accident or
not.  He won't tell me."  Martin chuckled at her, munching down his
cereal.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    That afternoon, Martin went to Becca's school to pick her
up.  Normally she rode the bus, but he made it there early enough to be
in front, so she would see him.  When the school bell rang, all of the
kids came darting out of the doors.  He saw his sister walking with a
few of her girlfriends.  He sat up on the door of his Mustang, the top
down.  She waved to him, and the other girls gawked at the car.  She
ran to meet him, hopping in without using the door, again.
 
    "Hey, Marty!" she said cheerfully.  "I didn't know you were
coming to get me."
 
    "Well, you didn't give me a chance to tell you this
morning, now did you?" he asked playfully.  She blushed.
 
    "What must Mom think?" she asked, suddenly serious.
 
    "Don't worry about it, Becca.  Mom knows.  So does Dad."
 
    "You *told*?"
 
    "It's a long story, Small Fry.  I didn't have to tell
them.  Anyway, you can sleep in my room until I go back to school, if
you want.  Mom said so."  He pulled away from the curb, as the
students, and some of the teachers, stared after him.
 
    One of those teachers was Cathy Farmer.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When Martin arrived home, his mother told him, "Marty,
there was a call for you from the school.  They said they need you to
call them back today."
 
    "Something wrong, Marty?" his sister asked.
 
    "Beats me," he answered.  "Which office was it?"
 
    "The registrar."
 
    Shrugging, Martin picked up the phone and dialed.  "Hi.
This is Martin Gallagher.  Someone from the registrar's office called
here and said they needed to talk to me?"  After a short wait, Martin
was speaking with the head of the registrar's office.  The phone call
took only a few moments, and then he hung up.
 
    "So, what is it?" his mother wanted to know.  Becca had
gone off to change her clothes.
 
    "Nothing major.  They had a water leak in the records
room.  Some of the students' hard-copy records were destroyed.  Since
the state has some law about keeping those records, they need new
copies of some stuff.  They need a new copy of my inoculation records."
 
    "Oh.  Well, you'll have to ask your father when he comes
home.  I don't know where he put those."
 
    "Okay."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin was playing on his computer when his father came
home.  Shortly thereafter, his father stopped by his room.
 
    "Your mother says you need some of your records."
 
    "Yeah, the school lost their copy of my inoculation
records.  They had some kind of water leak.  So, I need to take them a
new copy."
 
    "Okay.  They're in the office filing cabinet, top drawer,
in the 'Children' folder."
 
    "Thanks."
 
    Martin had no trouble finding the folder, but it was fairly
thick.  His father was not a good organizer.  He sat down to try to
sort through them.  He only glanced briefly at each document before
moving on.  Most of them dealt with him, of course, because he was the
older of the two Gallagher children.  He tried not to pay much
attention to Becca's papers; anything his parents hadn't told him, he
didn't figure he had a right to know.
 
    About halfway through the stack, he came upon the birth
certificates.  *Three* of them were paper-clipped together.  Becca's
was on top, and Martin's was next.  The last listed one Debralee
Gallagher, born to Trent and Joan Gallagher.  She should be Martin's
older sister, but he knew he didn't *have* an older sister.        

    Leaving the paperwork, Martin carried the document out to
where his parents were sitting in the living room, talking.  They
stopped when he entered, for they could tell he was perplexed.
 
    "Mom, I found this in the file.  What's this about?"  He
handed her the birth certificate.  Rather than looking at the document,
she looked over to Trent.  Trent sighed.
 
    "I guess I should have found what you needed myself.
Debbie would be your older sister, Martin.  She was two years old when
you were born.  Unfortunately," Trent said, obviously trying to control
his emotions, "she had to leave us when she was four."  The sadness in
his voice, along with the look on his mother's face, gave no doubt as
to the meaning of "leave us".
 
    "What happened?" he asked quietly.
 
    Before Trent could say anything, Martin's mother said, "It
doesn't matter now, honey.  Let's not talk about Debralee, okay?"
 
    He was still interested, but he didn't want to cause his
mother any more pain.  "Okay, Mom," he said, and let the subject drop,
heading back to the office to find his vaccination records.
 
 
 
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    "Marty, there's a phone call for you," his mother said the
next day.  He had been playing on his computer again, and didn't mind
the phone interruption.
 
    "Okay, Mom, I got it," he said, picking up the handset in
his bedroom.  "Hello?"
 
    "Hello, lover," said a sultry voice on the other end.  "How
come you haven't come to visit me yet?"
 
    "Uh, Cathy, hi.  Well, I just..."
 
    "I'm waiting for you, stud.  And I'm not wearing very
much."  The line clicked off before he could answer.  Martin sat there,
staring at the phone, not sure what to do.  When he realized he already
had an erection, however, he thought, *What the hell.  I haven't got
anything better to do.*
 
    "I'll be back in a few hours, Mom," he called as he went
out the door.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin didn't speed on his way to Cathy Farmer's house only
because he didn't want a ticket.  She sounded on the phone like she was
primed for a hot time, and he didn't want her to cool off.
 
    Pulling into her driveway, he noticed that all of the
shades were drawn.  *Just how much of the house is she expecting us to
use?*  He hopped out of the car, and trotted up to the front door.  His
finger hadn't left the doorbell button when the front door opened.  He
couldn't see Cathy, though.  She was standing behind the door, and he
heard her say, "Come in, quickly."  He did.
 
    As she closed the door, he turned to face her.  She was
wearing, as she had said, very little.  She had on a black see-through
bra, matching panties, and a flimsy, see-through, button-up top that
completed the outfit.  The top was not, however, buttoned up.  She slid
up to him, her body pressed strongly against him.  Her arms wrapped
around his neck as she looked up into his eyes.  "I've been waiting for
you, lover.  I had to finger myself four times just thinking about that
hard cock of yours," she said, her voice dripping with lust.  Martin
was stunned, for she hadn't been this... *sluttish* in their last
encounter.  She was rubbing her body against him continually, and it
was obvious she was ready for sex.    

    Martin decided not to say anything at all, but instead
lowered his lips onto hers.  Her tongue immediately thrust its way into
his mouth, lashing his tongue with passion, and then coaxing his tongue
into her mouth.  His hands gripped her ass, pulling her more firmly
into him.  She moaned as his fingers kneaded her ass cheeks, and when
he pulled her panties tightly into her ass crack, she gasped in
pleasure.
 
    Martin had read her right: she was horny as hell, and
wasn't above a little bit of kinky discomfort.  He continued to pull
her panties up, giving her a wedgie from hell that she was enjoying
immensely.  His other hand began to maul her tit, squeezing and molding
the flesh.  She broke their kiss as she flung her head backward, crying
out in passion.
 
    His hand's movements grew so vigorous that Martin suddenly
heard a tearing sound.  He'd actually ripped her bra.  The material
hung there, and Martin was a little afraid of her reaction, but Cathy
was too far gone.
 
    "Oh, yes!  Tear my clothes off and fuck me!" she cried.
Her words excited Martin, and he couldn't resist his impulse.  Grabbing
hold of the remainder of her bra, he yanked at it, and the garment
ripped away from her chest.  Her tits bounced happily in their freedom,
and he returned to mauling them, while his lower hand pulled harder on
her panties.  It took a little effort, during which Cathy groaned out
in a mix of pain and pleasure as they drew tight against her cunt.
Finally the fabric gave, and Martin's hand came away with the skimpy
material.  He threw it to the ground, not nearly as interested in it as
what it had covered. He moved one hand to her ass, and the other slid
between her legs to grope her pussy.  He roughly shoved two fingers
into her dripping twat as his mouth came down onto her right tit.  He
scraped his teeth along her breast until he reached her nipple.  He bit
down carefully on her nip, and she screamed out at the sensation, her
body shuddering with an orgasm as her cunt flooded his hand with its
juices.
 
    Martin grabbed Cathy off the floor and threw her over his
shoulder, fireman-style.  He moved over to the couch and
unceremoniously dumped her onto it.  She looked up at him not with fear
or awe, but with lust.  Already her hand was working at her clit as she
watched him remove his clothing.
 
    For his part, Martin was astounded at how much she had
changed from the last time, but he wasn't complaining.  He always
worried about hurting Becca, and Lianna mainly enjoyed gentle sex, so
he didn't have much opportunity to really dominate a woman like this.
It was obvious Cathy liked it a little rough, and that's just what she
was going to get.
 
    Fully nude, Martin moved toward Cathy's head.  He presented
his hard dick to her mouth, and then grabbed her head as her lips
engulfed him.  He gave her no time for preparation, as he began moving
her head and thrusting his hips at the same time.  He was immediately
buried in her throat, and she let out a moan.  She didn't try to stop
him, and her fingers were still working furiously at her slit, so he
didn't worry that she was in pain.  His hips started thrusting faster,
and it wasn't long before he loosed his first load, pouring it down her
throat as she sucked up every last bit of it, moaning as she did so.
 
    When he let go of her head, she continued to suck on his
dick, bringing it back to full hardness before she let it slip from
between her lips.  She didn't have to speak any words, for he knew she
wanted more.  It was in her eyes.
 
    "On your hands and knees," he ordered.  She immediately
complied, for this was one of her favorite positions.  He slid in
behind her, and pressed his cock to her pussy opening.  Before he slid
home, he delivered a strong slap to her ass, which surprised her, but
also got her hotter than she already was.  She had no time to revel in
the pain, as he immediately slammed his dick into her cunt.  She cried
out in pleasure as she was filled up.  He set up a furious tempo,
slamming himself into her at a feverish rate.  She was moaning and
screaming from the beginning, and when he started delivering repeated
slaps to her ass, she orgasmed. 

    Martin didn't even slow down through her second orgasm.  He
was so into his role as dominator that he couldn't have cared less
about her climax at this point.  She had implicitly given him
permission to *use* her, and that's just what he was doing.  As she
neared the end of her orgasm, he reached down and grabbed hold of her
tits, squeezing them unmercifully.  Cathy was off again, her body
rocked with spasms and her screams echoing through the house.
 
    When she finally settled from the second orgasm, he pulled
out of her pussy.  Before she could begin to form a protest, he started
pushing his prick into her ass.  He went somewhat more gently here,
since he didn't actually want to hurt her, but it was still
uncomfortable for her.
 
    Cathy couldn't have been in a greater state of ecstasy and
survived.  Her body was trembling with wonderful sensations of
pain-pleasure and she couldn't even think straight.  She pushed back
roughly at the large cock trying to intrude into her ass.  She wanted
it, *needed* it, to fill her rectum, to take her fully.  She cried out
again as Martin's hands rained down blows on her ass.  She loved the
sting; she craved the burning.
 
    Martin, finally hitting bottom as his cock slipped fully
inside her ass, gave her several more smacks, enjoying how her
abdominal muscles squeezed his cock with each slap.  Finally, he
started thrusting into her, grabbing her hips for leverage, and
pounding away at her back door.
 
    Cathy was insatiable.  Soon, she was screaming out, "More!
More!"  Martin had trouble figuring a way to dominate her in any more
demeaning way.  Finally, he reached up and, being careful to allow her
to breathe, wrapped his hands around her neck.  He pushed mostly
against her shoulders, but used his grip to help him slam into her.  He
could feel her blood coursing through her veins; feel her breath
traveling through her throat.  She was crying out now, lost in her
world of pain and pleasure, torture and ecstasy.
 
    It was finally more than Martin could take.  He loosed his
seed deep into her ass.  The feel of his hot, sticky cum filling her up
sent Cathy over the edge again, her body rocking and writhing against
Martin, trying to pull itself from his grip, but he held her tightly,
his hands remaining around her throat.  Finally, spent, she passed out
from her exertions.  He immediately grabbed for her torso, holding her
up against himself.  His climax had signaled the end of his domination
of her, and now he held her tenderly, as his cock slipped from her
ass.  He gently laid her back down on the couch, and examined her neck
to make sure he had not actually hurt her.
 
    It took several minutes for Cathy to come around, during
which time Martin had the opportunity to get very worried about her.
When her eyes opened, she saw him looking down at her, and she
immediately smiled in the way that only a fully sated woman can.
 
    "That was outstanding," she murmured silkily.
 
    "Yeah," was all he could manage to say.  She sat up enough
so that he could slip behind her, and then she leaned back against him,
her head resting against his shoulder.
 
    "What the heck got into you today?" he asked finally.
 
    "Hmm?"
 
    "You were like a different woman."
 
    "Well, last time, I was afraid I'd scare you away.  Plus,
there was Rebecca to worry about.  I didn't want her to hear us.
Today, I wanted you full-tilt, all-out, balls-to-the-wall,
damn-the-torpedoes-and-full-speed-ahead.  I didn't want either of us to
hold back.  And," she added sheepishly, "I really like it kind of
rough.  Most guys are either too timid, or they go way too far.  You
knew where the line was without me telling you."
 
    "I almost thought that I'd hurt you, grabbing your neck
like that."
 
    "Oh, God, no!  I love that!  Mm, I almost get wet just
thinking about it.  And you remembered that I still had to breathe,
too.  The last guy didn't.  I passed out after about thirty seconds,
and he freaked."
 
    "Ouch."
 
    "Yeah.  I was horny for the rest of the day, with no one to
satisfy me."
 
    "Say, why aren't you in school?  There's no holiday today."
 
    "I called in sick."
 
    "You seem pretty healthy to me," he judged.
 
    "I was sick of not getting laid, dammit!"  She turned on
him, and her lips engaged his again.
 
    By the time Martin left Cathy's home, they'd wrecked the
living room, her bedroom, and they'd even broken the kitchen table.
She was so exhausted, she couldn't even show him to the door, and he
was nearly weaving as he walked to the car.  It had been a hell of a
day.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin's sister looked at him somewhat accusingly when he
walked into the house.  He smiled at her sheepishly, but he could
hardly tell her that he'd just spent the afternoon screwing her science
teacher.  "Hey, Becca."
 
    "How come I didn't get a ride home?" she pouted.
 
    "Sorry, got hung up with something.  I'll make sure to come
get you tomorrow, though."  He kissed her on the cheek by way of
apology.
 
    "You'd better.  It's your last day before you have to go
back to school."  In a whisper, she added, "I'm gonna miss you.  I
really like what we do."
 
    "Me too," he replied, kissing her again, very discreetly.
Not that it was necessary: both of their parents knew what was going
on, and even approved, but it felt much too weird for both of them to
kiss openly in front of their parents.
 
    Just then, Uncle Josh pulled into the driveway.  Martin
went out to greet him.
 
    "Hey, Uncle Josh!  How's it goin'?"
 
    "Just great, Marty," he replied.  "How's the car?"
 
    "She's a beaut.  I love driving it."
 
    "That's good.  So, we haven't had much of a chance to talk
since you got home.  How's school going?"
 
    "Pretty good.  No real problems.  I would be having trouble
with Calc, but with Lianna, uh, Dr. Preston helping me, it's a lot
easier."  He blushed slightly at his slip, but Josh just smiled.
"Other than that, things are going smoothly."
 
    "That's good.  How's your training coming?" he asked in a
somewhat quieter voice.
 
    "Struggling a little bit, but Sarah says I'll get the hang
of it.  At least it kept me from enslaving Cathy today."
 
    "Who?"
 
    "Cathy Farmer, Becca's science teacher.  She gives a damned
good bj, too."
 
    "Wait a minute.  Back up.  She gave you head, and you
*didn't* enslave her?"
 
    "No, I had closed off the warmth so that I wouldn't.  Why?"
 
    "Marty, it's not supposed to work like that.  If she blows
you, it doesn't matter whether you're trying to stop it or not.  Well,
at least with everyone else it's been like that."
 
    "Well, she didn't start doing the 'Master' bit on me... so
I *guess* she wasn't enslaved... How else can you tell?"
 
    "That's usually the easiest indicator.  They all seem to do
that, until you tell them not to.  Damn, I don't know how you did
that.  Make sure you tell Sarah about it, it might be important to your
training somehow."
 
    "You mean, I'm even different from the different people?
Great, just great," he said a little dejectedly.
 
    "Hey, don't worry about it.  It just means you've developed
a level of control that none of us has.  Maybe just some kind of fluke,
or maybe as we grow into the warmth, we're more able to control it,
or... hell, I don't know.  But don't worry about it.  It's just one of
those strangenesses."
 
    "Like with the kids."
 
    "Hmm?"
 
    "When I went with Tiff to MOSI, the kids all listened to
me, and were real good, didn't cause trouble or anything.  And you
*know* how I just *love* children."
 
    Josh laughed.  "Yeah.  Now that, I've heard of before.
It's kind of rare, too, but one or two of our relatives that I know of
has been that way.  For some reason, children just automatically listen
to you, and do what you tell them to.  It's weird, but it happens, and
no one knows why that happens any more than they know why we have the
warmth.  Just learn to live with it, it's part of who you are."
 
    "Yeah, well, it made me look good for Tiff's teacher."
 
    "I'll bet."
 
    Martin hesitated to bring up his next topic.  "Uncle
Josh... what do you know about... Debralee?"
 
    Josh tensed when he heard the name.  Then he settled a
little.  "How did you find out about her?"
 
    "When I was looking through the records.  I needed my
vaccination records, and ran across the birth certificates.  What
happened to her?"
 
    Josh was quiet for just a second, but it didn't look to
Martin as if he were controlling his emotions, but more like he was
ordering his thoughts.  "Debralee was born about two years before you.
She was a sweet little girl, and your Mom doted on her all the time.
Then, you came along, and your Mom doted on *both* of you all the
time.  But, shortly after you were born, Debralee started to... well,
to change.  She would never leave your side, for one thing.  Again, it
was the warmth.  But, with Debralee... well, it was just so damned
strong, she couldn't handle it.  That lasted for... nearly two years
before it became too much."  Josh broke off, and Martin finished the
thought for him.  *I killed my own sister?  Without even trying?*  The
thought scared Martin badly.
 
    "Well... how come Becca was okay, then?  I mean, if I did
that to my first sister..." he couldn't complete the thought.
 
    "Mainly, it was proximity of age.  Debralee was only two
years older than you.  Becca is five years younger than you.  She
wasn't quite as attached to you, although as she gets older, she will
become more and more needful of your attention.  It'll peak right
around the time she's eighteen, and then it'll settle over a few years
into a manageable requirement.  Or, so it has worked with others.
You're just... odd enough - sorry - to make it a bit of a guess as to
what will really happen."
 
    "Thanks.  Great, I'm an oddball among oddballs."
 
    "Don't look at it that way.  You're just different.  Each
of us has this thing in a slightly different way.  For instance, I have
a natural affinity toward animals.  Even wild animals will come up to
me peacefully.  Thank God I haven't yet been approached by a bear or
something, but I've petted many a deer out camping."
 
    "I never noticed," he said, remembering the few times
they'd gone camping together.
 
    "I hid it from you, because I didn't want you asking
questions.  The family has always hid the warmth from the children.  I
don't really know why: seems like we ought to prepare you for it,
rather than dumping it on you, but... well, it's tradition."
 
    "Uh-huh."
 
    "Anyway, I hear that you and your sister are... getting
along very well these days."  Martin turned crimson at the remark, and
Josh chuckled.  "You're going to *have* to spend some time with her
this summer, you know.  I know you have plans to take some trips, but
Becca is going to need some time with you."
 
    "Oh.  Well, that's no big deal, really.  It's not like I
mind having her along."
 
    "No, you two have always gotten along very well.  And she's
turning into quite the young lady."
 
    "That she is," Martin confirmed.  Josh smiled at him.
"Uncle Josh, how do I tell Becca about all of this?"
 
    "I'm not sure I understand the question," he said, lying.
 
    "Well, I can't just keep going like this, not letting her
know what's happening at school, and with the warmth and everything.
But how do you tell your sister that you're some kind of genetic
anomaly or whatever, that you make girls all hot and bothered just by
touching them?"
 
    "Well, I personally wouldn't tell her until I had to."
Before Martin could object, Josh continued, "I know, I know, I said
that's what *I* would do.  I know you two are much too close for you to
feel that way.  So, I would suggest you approach the subject gently,
quietly, and someplace where she feels safe and comfortable, but
somewhere that isn't her space.  It gives her a place to retreat to, if
she feels afraid, but she'll still feel relaxed about the conversation.
 
    "My bedroom?"
 
    "Good choice."
 
    "Okay.  Thanks."
 
    "No problem.  Anyway, I did need to see your dad about a
couple things.  He around?"
 
    "In the back yard.  I'll talk to you later?"
 
    "Yeah, I'll drop by tomorrow."
 
    "Thanks.  See ya."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Becca, you know I love you, right?" Martin asked.  They
were sitting together on his bed, having just finished up a wonderful
session of lovemaking.  She wiggled against him to get more comfortable.
 
    "Mm-hmm," she responded softly.
 
    "There's something we need to talk about," Martin
continued.  He'd spent the last day trying to figure out just how to
tell her this.  He figured he might very well have just had his last
fling with her, but he couldn't go on *not* telling her.
 
    Becca turned her head to look up at him.  "What is it,
Marty?"
 
    "Well... you... um... damn, this is kind of hard to put
into words.  You know I have a girlfriend, right?"
 
    She smiled up at him shyly and nodded.
 
    "So, you know you're not the only girl in my life."  Again,
a nod.  "Well, Becca, Sarah's not the only *other* girl in my life,
either."  Seeing her confusion, he tried to explain.  "I... 'spend
time' with several women right now."
 
    Becca pulled away from him, not unkindly, but because she
wanted to see his face while they had this discussion.  She turned and
sat on the bed Indian-style, as was her habit.  This would have been
very distracting if Martin had paid attention to it, as she didn't have
on any clothing.
 
    "So, you mean, like, you play around a bit?"
 
    "Um... something like that."  This was not going easily,
but he hadn't expected it to.
 
    "Are you doing it behind Sarah's back?" Becca asked with
some accusation.
 
    "No, no, actually with her blessing and encouragement," he
answered. 

    Becca's face took on a confused expression.  "Why would she
push you to sleep with other girls?"
 
    Martin took a big breath.  *Here goes.*  "Well, see, Becca,
it goes like this.  There's a family secret you don't know about.  I
didn't know about it until late last year.  Traditionally, I'm not
supposed to tell you about it, but I can't not tell you, okay?  I've
never kept anything from you, and I can't keep this from you."  She
nodded, not wanting to interrupt him, but showing support.  "The family
secret is... um... well, I call it 'the warmth'.  It's this... thing...
that happens inside of me when I touch a female.  It makes them
really... uh, horny, basically.  And it also makes them want to do
whatever I tell them to."  Seeing the look on her face, he hurried on.
"I know, it sounds like BS, but that's what's happening to me.  Dad's
got it, and Uncle Josh, too.  All the guys get it."
 
    "What about the girls?" she asked with some interest.
 
    "Well, the girls don't get the warmth.  They become immune
to it, though."
 
    "So, you mean you can't make me do stuff?"
 
    "Nope.  And, for whatever reason, I can't make Sarah do
stuff, either.  She's immune, too."
 
    "But she *wants* you to screw around," Becca said with both
finality and confusion.
 
    "Well, according to Sarah, who has been trying to teach me
to control the warmth, one part of having this thing is a... well, she
called it a need... to have a variety of women.  Most of the girls I've
slept with in the last few months have been for training purposes, to
learn how to control the warmth better.  Sarah even made me sleep with
her roommate."  *Not that I didn't enjoy it...*
 
    "But... I mean, don't you love Sarah?"
 
    "Almost as much as I love you, Small Fry.  But it's an
almost irresistible urge.  And once it starts happening... well, it's
*really* hard to stop."
 
    "That's a little hard to believe, Marty."
 
    "You think I'm having an easy time with it?  Back at
school, there are two ladies who call me 'Master'!  I have a hard time
just thinking about that, and there's no way to change it.  Both of
them were accidents, I didn't mean for it to happen, but back then I
didn't have any control over the warmth at all."
 
    "What do you mean by control?"
 
    "Well, Sarah has taught me, so far, how to really rev up
the warmth, and how to shut it off completely, so that I don't
accidentally control people.  She's still trying to teach me how to
turn it down without turning it off, and she says later she'll teach me
how to go back and remove it from people.  It's not easy to learn to
manipulate it like that.  I've spent all the time since I got back to
school just learning what I know now."
 
    "But, if you can turn it off, then why use it at all?"
 
    "I try not to, Becca.  But Sarah says that if I try to
suppress it like that, it can really mess with my emotional stability,
making me all depressed and manic, shit like that.  Uncle Josh said the
same thing.  I don't use it much, really, except for training.  I did
use it to help you out, though."
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    "In order to get your teachers to allow you to take your
exams over break, I had to kind of influence them, to get my way."
 
    "You *slept* with my teachers?" she asked, dumbstruck.
 
    "Um, well, no, not as such.  I didn't have to do that to
get them to agree to let you take your tests.  There is one... but it
really wasn't the warmth that affected her, she was just... um... 'in
the mood'."
 
    "Who?" she demanded.
 
    "Are you sure you really want to know, Becca?  I mean, what
are you going to do with the information?"
 
    "Martin Gallagher, I need to know which of my teachers
you're sleeping with!  I have a right to know that!"
 
    "Becca, you can't talk about it with anyone.  This is a
secret.  The warmth is, I mean.  It would be more embarrassing for you
than anyone else if word got out I was sleeping with this particular
teacher.  I'm out of school, so it's perfectly okay for me to sleep
with her."
 
    "Marty!" she whined.  "I'm not going to go confront her or
anything!  But I need to know!"
 
    Martin took another big breath.  "Cathy Farmer."
 
    "You're sleeping with... well... I mean... at least she's
pretty... what am I saying?" Becca was unsure of what she felt.  She
was a little overwhelmed by Martin's admission, but it didn't change
the core of her feelings for her brother.  She would stick by him no
matter what admissions he made to her.  It was just a surprise, and it
was taking her a little while to adjust.
 
    Martin, wanting to twist her tail just a little, added,
"And a real wildcat, too."  Becca blushed crimson at the thought.
 
    "Who else that I know?"
 
    "The only other girl you've met would be Tiffany."
 
    "I know about her," she admitted.
 
    "Oh?"
 
    "I caught you two doing it once... during Christmas break,
here in your room.  Remember?  I mentioned it to you..."
 
    "That's the only time we did it.  That was back before I
had any control over it, and she was an accident."
 
    "It didn't look like you regretted the accident much..."
 
    He smiled at her.  "Well, it *was* fun..."
 
    "So, to put it all together," she said, trying to focus her
thoughts, "you're sleeping around, you're girlfriend doesn't mind, and
you're telling me... why?"
 
    "Because I love you."
 
    She knew that was true.  He never really had to say it,
though she loved it when he did.  It gave her warm chills all over her
body when he'd say it.
 
    "What do you want me to say, Marty?"
 
    "You don't have to say anything, Becca.  You can get up and
leave right now, if you want.  I really wouldn't blame you for not
wanting anything to do with me.  But this is part of who I am, now, and
I have to live this way, or so everyone who should know keeps telling
me.  I can't hide this from you, because I've never hidden anything
from you, and I'm not about to start now.  You've been my best friend
for as long as I can remember, and I'd hate to lose that over this."
 
    She sensed he really was worried about this.  *The silly
twit, he should know better.*  She leaned forward into his grasp,
uncrossing her legs and laying herself against him.  "You haven't,
Marty.  And you never will.  I'll always be your Small Fry.  And you'll
always be my Big Brother.  If this is the way it's got to be, then
that's okay by me.  Hey, I never figured I'd have you to myself,
anyway.  I just feel lucky to get a little bit of you.  I'm gonna miss
you, though, when you go back to school tomorrow."
 
    He wrapped his arms around her, holding her soft body
against his own.  "I'm gonna miss you, too, Becca.  It's not fair that
I do have someone to at least relieve my urges with, though."
 
    "Well, I can wait... you *are* coming home for the summer,
right?" she asked with concern.
 
    "No.  But, if Mom and Dad will let you, I want to take you
with me for at least some of the summer.  I'm planning to go to a few
of the national parks.  I want to spend more time with you."
 
    "I'd like that, Marty," she said, her voice growing husky.
He looked down to see her staring up at him hungrily.  Before he could
ask anything, her lips touched his, and they began another long session
of lovemaking.
 
 
 
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    Martin headed out the next morning, dropping his sister off
at school for one last good-bye.  His parents had agreed to let her
spend the summer with him, wherever he went.  Just as he was about to
pull away, his sister having departed into the building with a final
wave, he found a pair of brilliant green eyes staring at him from the
side of his car.
 
    "Hi, Cath," he said warmly.
 
    "Hi yourself.  Heading back to school, huh?"
 
    "Yeah.  I don't want to start back really wasted, and it's
a three-day drive."
 
    "You be careful, okay?  And next time you're in town, I
don't want to have to hunt you down," she added with a tone of lust in
her voice.
 
    "I promise," he said, meaning it.  She took a quick look
around, and, seeing no one looking in their direction, she leaned over
and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
 
    She stood back up, looking again to see that, no, no one
had noticed them.  "Take it easy, Martin.  I'll keep an eye on your
sister for you."
 
    "I appreciate that, Cathy.  She's important to me."  She
nodded, and then stepped back so that he could pull off.  He saw, in
his rear-view mirror, that she stood, watching him go, until he turned
the corner and could no longer see her.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The drive into Tallahassee wasn't all that exciting for
Martin.  The highway was too crowded for him to open up with his new
car, and so it was just a case of keeping it between the lines, which
wasn't terribly difficult.  He pulled into the Tallahassee airport
pick-up lane just after two o'clock.  He saw her there, waiting for
him.  She'd probably been waiting a good half-hour, but she smiled at
seeing him.  He was going to get out to open the door for her, but she
immediately tossed her suitcase into the back seat, and climbed into
the car.  Unlike his sister, Lianna used the door.  She didn't even let
him say hello before her mouth found his, and they kissed passionately
for some seconds.
 
    Finally pulling back from him so that he could pull out of
the lane, she said, "I missed you, Master."
 
    "I could tell," he said with a chuckle.  "It's good to see
you, too.  How long did you have to wait?"
 
    "Not long.  Maybe twenty minutes.  It was worth every
second to see you."  He blushed at the compliment, trying to watch the
crazy traffic at the airport.
 
    "Well, did you have lunch?"
 
    "Yes, on the plane.  It wasn't great, but I'm not hungry."
 
    "Okey-doke.  Then I guess we'll just get moving.  Let's see
how far we can get before we have to stop for the night."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin drove west until he started to grow weary.  Then he
let Lianna take over for a couple of hours.  He had worked out this
trip, and had decided that he needed to get to Hattiesburg before
stopping this first night.  If he didn't, making it into Dallas the
next day would be a real bear.
 
    They pulled into Hattiesburg, Mississippi, just after
seven-thirty that night.  Finding a motel was not difficult in the
small town, and it was right next to a restaurant, so all of their
needs were easily met.
 
    Well, that met *almost* all of their needs.
 
    They were lying on the bed together, watching a movie as
they relaxed from the long day of travel.  Lianna had it even worse
than Martin, for she'd had a seven-hour trip before he'd picked her
up.  She was so excited about being with him again, however, that she
didn't feel in the least bit tired.
 
    Martin had propped himself up with some pillows so that he
could see the TV, and Lianna lay against him, her head cocked so that
she could also watch.  She needed to be close to her master now, for
she'd been in his presence for hours without really being able to touch
him.  Where her hand touched his arm, she could feel the warmth flowing
over her.  She had missed that sensation; it was almost a drug to her
by now.
 
    Meanwhile, Martin's hand was caressing her back through her
blouse.  He had almost forgotten how soft and lithe Lianna was.  He
enjoyed the feel of her against him, and he slowly, over the course of
minutes, pulled her blouse out of her skirt.  She was so wrapped up in
his presence, she didn't even notice.  That is, until his hand reached
under the blouse, and started caressing the bare skin of her back.
 
    Immediately, the warmth flowed through Lianna at an even
more intense rate.  Martin felt no need to stop the warmth with Lianna,
for she was already wholly his.  She reveled in the sensation it sent
throughout her body, and she rubbed her thighs together as she felt the
tingle in her pussy intensify.  She moaned softly.
 
    Martin knew what Lianna needed, and he also knew she had
grown so submissive that she wouldn't ask for it, for fear he was too
tired.  He was weary, but not so weary that this beautiful vixen didn't
arouse him.  His hand continued to stroke her lower back as his other
hand gently gripped her arm to pull her further up his body.  When she
was close enough, their lips locked.  Lianna felt that kiss all the way
down to her toes.  Both of Martin's hands were now caressing her lower
back, and his tongue was probing her mouth.  She was in heaven, filled
with the warmth and the sensation of her master's body.
 
    Martin took his time, continuing to kiss her as his hands
left her lower back to travel down and cup her ass.  He moved his hand
to find the fastener for the skirt, which he opened, but he didn't push
the skirt off her hips.  His hands moved beneath the waistband,
returning to her ass, which was, of course, bare.
 
    Meanwhile, Lianna's hands were pressing into Martin's
chest, rubbing strongly against him.  She broke their kiss to yank at
his shirt, pulling it up and off him.  Her hands returned to his chest
more gently now, massaging the soft skin there.  Martin's hands were
still busy on her ass, and so she reached up and undid the buttons on
her blouse, slowly and teasingly, as Martin liked her to.  She flashed
him more than once as she was reaching the bottom of the shirt. 

    When she had all the buttons undone, Martin's hands moved
from her ass, traveling along her skin up to her tits.  He fondled the
bare flesh there, enjoying the soft firmness of her breasts.  She
sighed as his hands slipped over her body, sending shivers of pleasure
through her.  He stopped for just a moment to roll her nipples in his
fingers, and then his hands moved up to her shoulders, to get rid of
the blouse.  Lianna was quickly relieved of the garment, and then
Martin's mouth connected with one of her tits, causing her to mewl in
joy.
 
    His tongue slipped over and around her nipple repeatedly,
fully arousing her.  Her fingers played in his hair, trying to pull him
further into her breast, while her hips ground against him.  She could
feel his hard shaft through his pants, and she wanted that very badly.
Martin continued assaulting her tits, switching back and forth to give
them equal coverage, and causing Lianna to moan in pleasure.
 
    Finally, Martin released her tits, and sat back, looking at
his lovely slave.  Seeing his gaze, she pulled her arms up and put her
hands behind her head, thrusting her chest out at him and giving him
the best come-on smile she could.  She was beautiful, and she knew it;
her master had said so.
 
    Martin marveled at the lovely creature straddling his
waist.  Her large tits jutted firmly out from her chest, her dark
areolas fully erect in passion.  Her trim stomach led down to what he
knew was a well-trimmed bush above her tight little pussy.  It was
covered at the moment, and he thought they ought to do something about
that.
 
    He sat up, grabbing Lianna in his embrace, and rolled
forward.  She moved with him, and soon she was lying on her back
between his legs.  He looked down at her, and smiled.  He grabbed the
skirt, and Lianna straightened her legs to allow him to remove it.  The
skirt slipped smoothly off her legs, and joined her blouse on the
floor.  Lianna then spread her legs as far as she could, giving Martin
a perfect view of her cunt.
 
    Martin ran his fingers gently over her pussy lips, and
received a soft moan for his trouble.  He played there for some time,
watching Lianna's face contort with the pleasure and enjoyment he was
giving her.  Finally, he bent over, and pulled her into his embrace,
lifting her off the bed as he sat back.  Once he'd pulled her upright,
she pushed him back against the pillows he'd been resting on earlier.
 
    Lianna moved her hips, grinding herself in Martin's lap.
Her hands traveled slowly down his body until they reached his pants.
There, she deftly unfastened his belt and his jeans.  Martin lifted up
as far as he could to allow her to remove his pants.  She carefully
took hold, and removed his pants and underwear together, pulling and
then pushing them down past his hips.  Once they were far enough out of
her way, she forgot they existed.
 
    Her hand slid along Martin's hip until she reached his
cock.  Gently gripping it with the mere tips of her fingers, she held
it upright as she positioned herself over him.  She paused for only a
second before slowly easing herself down onto him.  As his dick entered
her pussy, she sighed in satisfaction.  It was the most wonderful
feeling she had ever known, and she had sorely missed it over the last
week.  The warmth filled her entire being, giving her a sense of joy
and fulfillment.  This was her purpose, her mission in life.  At this
very moment, she was content.
 
    Martin was thoroughly enjoying the experience, as well.  He
ran his hands along her upper thighs, sending shivers throughout her
body.  Slowly, she started to move above him, her legs lifting her
until she was almost off him completely, and then slowly settling back
down onto him.  While the sensation may have been filling her cunt with
the warmth, it was sending shivers down his cock, it felt so good.
 
    Martin's hands crept from their place on Lianna's hips up
her sides.  Finally, they reached her breasts, which he cupped gently.
As he did so, he could feel Lianna's cunt contract on his prick.  It
was a wonderful sensation.  His hands massaged her tits, slipping over
her nipples and caressing the flesh of her mounds.  Lianna let out a
low moan at the sensation of it.
 
    After a while of this, Martin slipped his hands back to
Lianna's sides and then gently pulled her down to him.  As she came to
him, he watched her eyes, which showed complete devotion to her
master.  Her eyes closed as their lips met, and her tongue softly
requested entry into his mouth.  He granted her request, and felt the
sensuous wetness slip over his lips and past his teeth.  Their tongues
slipped against each other as she continued to slide on his cock.
 
    Their bodies continued to move together gracefully, their
tempo not quickening for several minutes.  Finally, Lianna began to
approach her climax, and started moving more rapidly on Martin's
prick.  Her moans were muffled by his mouth, but her arousal was
complete.  It didn't take long before her body was lost in the throes
of passion, writhing above Martin on the bed.  Martin used his hips to
continue thrusting up into her as she felt the waves of pleasure crash
over her.
 
    As her body began to settle down, Martin rolled the two of
them over, so that he was above her.  He looked down at his beautiful
love slave, and smiled.  The look she returned to him was both
affectionate and committed to him.

    "Ready for more?" he asked quietly.  She merely nodded to
him.
 
    Martin began to slip in and out of her cunt, not much more
rapidly than they had started with.  He had done a good job of holding
off his orgasm so far, and he was in no hurry for this experience to be
over.  Lianna had never treated him quite this way before, and he
really liked it.  She had always been more of a take-charge partner,
but this time she was letting him dictate what they did.
 
    As he continued to thrust into her, Lianna's eyes closed,
and a serene smile spread across her face.  Small groaning noises were
coming from her throat, and she looked as if she was in paradise.
Martin supported himself on one hand, while his other slipped onto her
breast, softly squeezing it.  Lianna moaned out loud, her lips parting
of their own accord to let her passion escape.
 
    Martin continued to squeeze and caress her tits, moving
occasionally from one to the other as he moved in her pussy.  Lianna
had several small orgasms from his ministrations, but Martin didn't
even slow down for those, nor did she want him to.  As Martin felt
himself building to release, he started thrusting harder into Lianna.
This immediately set her off into another orgasm, which left her body
squirming below him, and her cunt began rippling along his shaft as he
plunged into her.
 
    This added more sensation than Martin could withstand, and
it wasn't long before his cum shot forth, filling Lianna's cunt with
his seed.  He grunted through clenched teeth at the intense pleasure he
felt, coming for what seemed like hours in his mind.  Finally, his body
spent, he nearly collapsed on top of Lianna, but managed to push
himself off to the side.  His dick pulled from inside her as he slumped
to the bed, his head resting on her shoulder, his nose buried in her
soft hair.
 
 
 
...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...
 
 
 
    It was Sunday afternoon before Martin dropped Lianna off at
her house and finally made it back to his dorm room.  When he had been
calculating trip time, he had not figured in the amount of time he
would spend getting reacquainted with her.  They didn't leave
Hattiesburg until nearly noon that following day, and they didn't drive
as long as they could have.  It threw his plans off, but, truth be
told, he wasn't all that worn out.  He'd let her do at least half of
the driving, and so he was pretty well rested.  Which was a good thing,
he thought as he got out of the car to head for his dorm.  *I'm
probably going to need my energy for this upcoming week.*
 
 
 
...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...
 
...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...
 
 
 
    

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