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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MIKE45(2 of 5) Sisters mF inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 22 Sep 1996 22:46:10 GMT



SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

PART II

By Uncle Mike


     Trevor awoke the next day, a Friday, happier than he could 
remember being in months. It wasn't until he was about to hit 
the shower, though, that he remembered why he was so happy. 
The image of Reed, and then Cat, riding his bucking cock came to 
his mind like a fantastic movie. As the hot jet of water hit his 
body, his dick was already rising hard and long. He felt like 
Superman, like Tarzan, like ... like that actor guy, the one who 
got all the girls. Whatever his name was. Trevor flicked his 
head, sending a spray of water against the wall. He was a stud.

     And then, as he shut off the water and reached blindly for a 
towel, he remember the other towels. The ones soaked with cum 
and pussy juices. The ones that had stunk up his parents' 
bedroom. Despite the hot water of the shower, he was suddenly 
cold all over. His cock shrank back and goosebumps rose on his 
arms.

     Quickly he toweled off and scrambled into his clothes. With a 
sinking feeling in his stomach, he crept down the stairs and into 
the kitchen.

     He stopped in the doorway and stared -- so long that his 
mother even looked over and asked him what was wrong. 
"Nothing," he said tersely, and slumped into his usual chair. The 
table was set just like any other day, and Mom had bacon 
sizzling in the pan. Trevor blinked a few times as his mind tried 
to come up with an explanation for the inexplicable: how could 
his folks have missed the stench of sex in their bedroom? 
Couldn't they guess what had happened? Didn't they care?

     Could that be it? Could his mother and father secretly have 
been hoping he and his cousins would get together? The thought 
didn't last 10 seconds. He knew his parents were ultrastraights 
-- well, OK, his father was weird, but not perverted weird, just 
kind of nuts. And his mother -- in her family, "normal" usually 
meant not psychotic, but even by outsider standards his mother 
was a square. There was no way they were into this kind of deal. 

     So how had he gotten away with it? The worry gnawed away 
at him all day, like an ache in your foot you forget all about 
while you're sitting down, and then it makes you whimper in 
pain when you put all your weight on it and suddenly you 
remember what the problem was. He could forget his worry for a 
little while in some classes, but sooner or later it would come 
back to him.

     By the time he got back home after school, he was miserable. 
He half wished Mom would just confront him and get it over 
with, but the other half was hoping that somehow he really had 
gotten away with it.

     Maybe, he thought, maybe if he just didn't say anything, it 
would all go away. He opened the back door quietly and slipped 
into his house -- and almost shouted in surprise when he saw 
his mother standing just a few feet away, looking right at him. 
Quickly he mumbled a greeting and made a break for the stairs. 
Her voice caught him from behind and froze him in place.

     Trevor was so convinced she would nail him for nailing his 
cousins that it took a few seconds for it to register that she 
was saying something entirely different.

     "So get changed and get up there right away, would you? Your 
Aunt Teddy is ready to finish the place and heaven knows how 
long that mood will last." With a sigh, Trevor's mother turned 
back to the cupboards.

     Trevor stood blinking a few seconds longer, sorting it all out. 
Help his Aunt Teddy finish decorating her little apartment above 
their garage? Sure, no problem. Aunt Teddy was OK, even if she 
had flown off from home with hardly a word and then suddenly 
reappeared. She was flaky, but not threatening. And how much 
decorating could there be in a tiny place like the one she had 
now? For once, Trevor didn't complain about having chores to do. 
With a relaxed grin, he raced through changing and was knocking 
at the door to Aunt Teddy's place in no time flat.

     Aunt Teddy looked dressed for hard work when she opened 
the door: a paint-splattered T-shirt covered by a man's shirt 
with its tails tied in front, a ratty-looking pair of jeans frayed 
at the ankles and scuffed sneakers. Her dark black hair was tied 
in a short ponytail. Aunt Teddy was the exotic one of the Reed 
sisters -- the alcoholic, the runaway -- she looked a little 
exotic, too, Trevor thought. Her clear, pale skin looked almost 
Oriental against her dark hair, and her long, thin fingers seemed 
made for a ballet dancer or a pianist. No surprise, he guessed, 
that she was the artistic one in the family.

     She greeted him loudly, as usual, and didn't waste any time 
putting him to work. Soon he was busy nailing in picture hangers 
and trying to shore up a wobbly shelf in the closet. Aunt Teddy 
was busy too, though she seemed to have plenty of time to 
supervise. Her suggestions to move a picture over "just a hair to 
the left" or to try wedging a matchbook under the shelf didn't 
bother him. Nothing was going to bother him. He was home free! 
Trevor still wasn't sure how, but it seemed as if he had escaped 
his mom's wrath for screwing his cousins.

     He was feeling so good, in fact, that he had just about 
forgotten why he was feeling so good. 

     He'd been at work a half-hour or so when Aunt Teddy asked 
him to hang a curtain rod over her bedroom window. He was up 
on a two-step stool tapping one of the side hangers in when she 
walked in and stood behind him. He turned around and saw her 
eyeing him. 

     He half-sighed and half-chuckled. "A little higher, Aunt 
Teddy?"

     "No, that's fine." Trevor pulled back the hammer to strike.

     "Wait!" Aunt Teddy called out. Trevor paused.

     "Maybe ... a little over to the right?"

     Trevor smiled to the wall and slid the hanger over a fraction 
of an inch.

     "No, that's not quite right ... a little more?"

     Trevor shifted slightly on the stool and reached out to move 
the hanger over. "Like this?"

     "Better ... but still not quite there. I want it to look like I've 
got a nice, big window, even if it is just a couple of feet wide. 
How about a little more?"

     Trevor stretched out and slid the hanger over.

     "That's perfect, Trev. Right there. Ooh, that's the spot."

     He pulled back the hammer.

     "As my daughter said to you last night in bed."

     "Yow!" The hammer slammed onto Trevor's thumb and he 
flinched, sending the stool into a wild wobble. He clutched for 
the wall but couldn't find a purchase. As he felt himself falling 
backward, instinctively his arms flew out and waggled at his 
sides. For a fraction of a second he felt the stool tip backward, 
and then come forward again. He relaxed. 

     But then the stool clunked against the wall and bounced off 
and Trevor felt it pass the point of no return. He began to turn 
around, throwing out his arms to block his fall, and braced for 
the impact.

     It never came. Just a second into the fall, Trevor landed in 
his Aunt Teddy's arms. She grabbed him around the waist and 
pushed him back upright.

     Dizzy and a little dazed, Trevor continued to wobble in her 
arms for several seconds. Gradually he came to his senses and 
heard his aunt's giggling.

     "Saved your ass again, Trev," Aunt Teddy said in between 
laughs. He looked at her, confused. She smiled up at him.

     "Just how did you think you were going to get away with it? 
That room smelled like a damn whorehouse! Shit, Trev, what 
were you thinking? If I hadn't gone down and stalled them, and 
made up a story about being so drunk and horny that I frigged 
myself on your mom's bed, you'd have been busted before they 
even got halfway down the hallway!"

     "You -- you saw? You know?"

     "Saw? I saw, I heard, I smelled. That's quite a cock you've got 
there, boy." She patted his crotch. Panicked, he felt his organ 
begin to swell. He tried to think of something that would make 
it go down again -- getting it caught in a doorway? Slicing it 
off with a knife? Too late.

     "And quite a peppy little pecker, too, I see." Aunt Teddy 
swung him around on the stool so he was facing her -- or, 
rather, his crotch was facing her, at eye level. His aunt 
continued to caress his cock through his jeans, and it stiffened 
and strained against the zipper.

     Trevor swayed on the stool. Aunt Teddy slipped a hand behind 
him, clutching his ass and kneading it as her other hand 
continued to paw his crotch.

     All he could think of was that he was busted, after all. Aunt 
Teddy had seen him screwing her own daughter! And here he was 
with a boner as big as a baseball bat, right in front of her. He 
was sure she was going to kill him. The part about her caressing 
his cock was confusing, but he expected her at any minute to 
grab his balls in her fist and squeeze. Even the thought of it 
deflated him a bit.

     Aunt Teddy muttered something; he couldn't catch what she 
said. 

     "I'm really sorry, Aunt Teddy," he started to stammer out. "I 
didn't mean to -- we didn't mean to -- it just kind of happened!"

     His aunt looked up at him. Her eyes were narrowed to small 
slits and her nostrils were flaring. It didn't look good to him. He 
tried to say something else, but only inarticulate grunts came 
out. A dark cloud settled over his brain and he prepared for the 
slaughter.

     But Aunt Teddy didn't yell. For a long while, she just looked 
up at him -- and kept rubbing his cock. He felt it grow big and 
hard again. Finally, she spoke, in a whisper.

     "I'm not angry at you, Trev. Not one bit."

     "No?" His voice was thin and reedy.

     The corners of Aunt Teddy's mouth turned up slowly and 
dimples grew in her cheeks.

     "No, Trev. I saw enough to know Cat wasn't being forced into 
anything. Hell, she seemed to be having a pretty good time."

     "But she was a virgin!"

     Aunt Teddy raised an eyebrow. "I've got a feeling you were, 
too, right?" Trevor closed his eyes and nodded. "I thought so. I 
don't know about Reed, but I'll just bet she was the one that 
started it all." Trevor kept his eyes shut, trying not to implicate 
Reed.

     Aunt Teddy went on. "So it's all right, Trev. I'm not going to 
tell your mom, and I'm not going to tell your Aunt Alex. Hell, I'm 
not even going to tell Cat -- though I do think I'm going to have 
to have a talk with her about contraceptives soon. I don't want 
her making the same mistakes I did." Her smile became a bit 
crooked. "She'll make enough of her own, I bet."

     By now Trevor's cock was as hard as a rock and aching as it 
strained against his zipper, and sweat was beginning to trickle 
down the back of his neck. His breath was coming in long, 
shallow gulps. Aunt Teddy was turning him on, and part of him 
was excited but the other part was ashamed. It was bad enough 
he'd fucked his cousins, but now he felt like ripping the clothes 
off his own aunt. How low could he sink?

     "What's wrong, Trev?" Aunt Teddy released her grip on his 
ass. "Aren't you having a good time? Don't you like this? You 
seemed to be having a good time with Cat and Reed. Isn't your 
aunt as much fun as they were?

     "Oh, wait, I know. You weren't quite this dressed, were you?" 
Trevor held his breath as Aunt Teddy deftly tugged open his belt, 
popped the snap and slid down the zipper of his jeans. His boxers 
tented out immediately under the pressure of his dick, which 
bounced free when she tugged down his pants and slid his shorts 
to his knees as well. The tip of his cock, already glistening, 
bobbed right in his aunt's face.

     She looked up at him again, and this time her eyes were big 
and round, and her whisper had sunk even softer. 

     "You had a good time with your cousins, didn't you?" 

     As she spoke, she slid a hand onto his rod and, squeezing 
gently, stroked it up and down. Her fingers were soft and warm. 
Trevor felt like he was going to shoot his wad at any second.

     And then it got even better. 

     "I bet I can be even more fun than they were," Aunt Teddy 
said, and now her whisper had grown husky. "I bet Miss Priss 
Halsey never did this for you -- and I'm sure Cat wouldn't know 
how." 

     Her lips parted slightly. She bent forward and kissed his 
prick. Trevor's eyes opened wide. When his aunt kept going, 
sliding her lips over the sensitive head and down the shaft, his 
mouth opened wide as well and he gasped for air. It was the 
most incredible feeling he'd ever known. Her lips were pressing 
against the sensitive strip on the underside of his shaft, while 
her teeth were gently teasing the very edge of the helmet and 
her hot tongue was flicking against the tip. She was easing his 
cock in and out of his mouth, and every time she pushed forward 
she slipped more of it in.

     All at once he realized the base of his shaft was bumping 
against her lips. The tip must be buried in her throat, he thought. 
How could she take it all in? But Aunt Teddy didn't stop, didn't 
even gag. She just kept feeding his snake in and out of her 
mouth. 

     Too soon, he felt himself nearing the edge. "No, no!" he 
gasped, willing his cum to hold back. This was too good to let go 
so soon.

     For a few more agonizingly wonderful minutes he kept 
himself under control -- a very tough task when every time he 
looked down he saw his cock tunneling into his aunt's pursed 
mouth, her nose burying itself in his crotch.

     Then he could hold back no longer. Instinctively he grabbed 
Aunt Teddy's head and forced her down onto his cock, harder and 
faster, harder and faster, until with a loud groan he felt the cum 
boil out of his balls and spurt into her throat, again and again.




     Only after about half a minute did he come to his senses and 
release her head. He was afraid she'd be pissed about how he'd 
almost choked her, but Aunt Teddy came up smiling. In fact, 
after pausing to take a breath she actually bent forward again 
and licked the last drops of cum off his dwindling organ.

     "Wow." It sounded dumb, even to Trevor, but it was all he 
could think of. When Aunt Teddy smiled up at him, he could see a 
spot of his cloudy white jism caught in the corner of her mouth. 
He stared at it until she flicked out her tongue and licked it off, 
breaking the spell.

     "You can get down now," she said, stepping away. Shakily, 
Trevor stepped off the stool, his pants and boxers falling to his 
ankles as he held onto the window sill for support. 

     "So, did you like it?" She was smiling broadly.

     "Wow."

     Aunt Teddy laughed. As Trevor blushed, she moved to him and 
put her arms around him. Awkwardly he hugged her back, and his 
aunt bent her face to his. Their lips met, opened, their tongues 
touched. Trevor tightened his grip and clung to Aunt Teddy in a 
deep, long kiss. A fire built in his brain again and he pressed 
harder, then trailed off to kiss her cheek, her neck, her 
shoulders. His hands reached for her breasts under the thin 
material of her T-shirt; he felt her nipples stiffen and press 
into his chest. She slid one leg up his thigh and pushed him back 
against the wall, seeking out his hungry mouth for another soul-
searing kiss.

     As they broke their kiss, Aunt Teddy stepped back and 
unbuttoned his shirt. Eagerly Trevor shrugged it off and kicked 
out of his shoes and socks, letting his pants and shorts slide to 
the floor. His cock was already at half-mast and rising. He saw 
his aunt look at it and smile -- admiringly, he thought.

     She led him to the big, soft bed, covered in a billowing 
comforter. As he climbed aboard, she stood by.

     He expected her to strip and join him, but she was 
motionless. He crawled back to that side of the bed, his knees 
sinking deep into the quilt.

     "Don't I get a show?" he asked, smirking.

     Aunt Teddy cocked an eyebrow.

     "Is that how Reed did it?"

     Trevor's blush gave away the answer. Aunt Teddy shook her 
head. "This is the big leagues, Trev. If you want it, you've got to 
ask for it."

     "Ask for it?"

     She smiled and nodded. When he reached out toward her, she 
stepped away.

     Trevor didn't like being teased, but his lust was 
overpowering any other emotion at the moment. He swallowed 
and spoke.

     "I want you, Aunt Teddy."

     "What do you want?"

     "Aw, you know..."

     "Ask for it, Trev." She paused. "And be specific."

     "I want to --" He took a deep breath. "I want to fuck you."

     "Well, that's right to the point. Is that all you can say for 
yourself?"

     "Isn't that enough?"

     His aunt sighed. "Be creative, Trev. I'm a woman, not a 
restaurant menu. Seduce me. For God's sake, talk dirty to me!"

     When Aunt Teddy got a little mad, like now, her face grew 
flushed and her eyes sparkled. It excited Trevor. But it also 
silenced him. He couldn't say a word. All he could think about 
was how he was buck naked in front of his own aunt. Everything 
he had done in the last 24 hours was coming down on him like a 
pile of bricks. 

     While his mind swirled, Aunt Teddy steamed. He knew he was 
losing her, but he couldn't do a thing to stop it. It was like that 
time he had biked up the big hill a couple of blocks from home 
and started to coast down, and he took his feet off the pedals, 
and they started going so fast that he couldn't get his feet back 
on but he was heading straight for an old lady crossing the 
street and he knew he should do something, or at least call out a 
warning, but he was frozen and just ... just ... what did happen 
next? He couldn't remember. He was pretty sure he hadn't hit the 
old lady, but how...?

     While he was thinking, Aunt Teddy was staring. Finally, she 
sighed. Trev closed his eyes and got ready to be told it was over.

     But what she said wasn't what he expected.

     "Do you want to fuck your aunt, Trev?"

     The words hit his face like a lash. His eyes shot open. Now he 
remembered what happened that morning on the hill. The little 
old lady had looked up just in time to see him coming, and she'd 
even grabbed hold of him as he came by and kept him from flying 
out into the intersection right in front of a truck.

     Aunt Teddy's words punched through his thoughts.

     "Do you want to fuck your aunt, Trev?"

     "Yes," he managed to get out.

     "I bet you do," she said huskily. "I bet you want to cram that 
hot stick of yours right up your Aunt Teddy's tight little twat, 
don't you? Such a nasty nephew, aren't you?

     "You want your aunt to get naked. You want to to take off her 
shirt, just like this. And I bet you'd like her to kick off her 
shoes. And slide open the zipper on her jeans. And ease them off, 
just like this."

     Aunt Teddy, Trev saw, was wearing a tiny pair of leopard-
skin panties -- bikini cut, he thought, remembering a copy of the 
Victoria's Secret catalog he'd once collected from his parents' 
mailbox and snuck up to his room.

     "Is this how you want your aunt, Trev? Or do you want more? 
I bet you do. You want your aunt to take off her top, too, don't 
you. You want a look at Aunt Teddy's knockers. Just like the 
dirty little boy you are." She was slowly peeling the T-shirt off. 
Trevor was filling his eyes.

     "That's it, Trev. Look at me. Look at your horny aunt doing a 
striptease for you. See my tits? See how big they are? You want 
to feel them, don't you? You want to put your hands all over my 
tits and squeeze them, and then you want to lick them and suck 
them and ... ah, ah, ah. Not yet, Trevor. Your auntie isn't done 
stripping yet. You'll get your chance.

     "Now comes the moment of truth. Now comes my honeypot, 
Trevor." She flicked her panties down for a second and pulled 
them back. "Is that what you were waiting for? Is that why your 
cock is sticking out so far? Huh, Trev?"

     He found his voice.

     "Yeah. Yeah, I want your cunt, Aunt Teddy." Just saying the 
words made him even hornier, if that was possible. "I want to 
jam my cock into that hot box of yours. I want to make my 
auntie cum. Give it to me!"

     With a smirk, she tugged down the panties and parted her 
legs, giving him an eyeful before she crawled onto the bed with 
him. She was long and lean and had the hard sex appeal of a 
woman who'd done it all. Her dark bush was much fuller than 
Cat's, and there was no shyness in the way she spread her thighs 
to show off her pussy. Her breasts were fuller, too, not big 
enough to be pendulous but more than a handful, with rich dark 
brown aureoles and nipples standing out hard a full half-inch. A 
few wrinkles here and there made it clear she was no teenager, 
but her stomach was still smooth and flat, muscles showed 
slightly on her legs, and when she jumped up next to him it was 
with the grace of a lioness.

     Their arms and legs entangled as they sought out each other's 
private spots, touching, caressing, groping. At last Trevor could 
take it no longer and he rolled his aunt onto her back and slipped 
between her legs.

     Aunt Teddy purred as his cock touched her pussy lips, already 
lubricated with hot, pungent juices. She spread her legs far 
apart, inviting him in. Trevor trembled at the sight. 
Remembering the lesson of only a few minutes ago, he spoke in a 
growl.

     "That's it, Aunt Teddy. Spread your legs like the whore you 
are. Spread your legs and let me put my hot poker in your cunt 
and drive it up until you split wide open. That's what you want, 
isn't it?"

     "Yeah, that's what I want, Trev. Your aunt wants to feel that 
rod ramming me like a fucking piledriver. Come on, baby. Show 
Auntie what you've got!"

     His cockhead slipped easily into her hole, and it felt like he 
could shove it all the way in with no trouble. But a nasty 
thought occurred to him, and he held his helmet just inside her 
opening, refusing her frantic attempts to buck him in deeper. 

     "God damn it, Trev, give it to me!"

     "Ask nicer, Aunt Teddy."

     She smiled, drops of sweat already beading on her upper lip. 
"I want your cock, god damn it!"

     "That's not very nice." He pulled out slightly.

     Her nostrils flared, in and out, in and out. When she spoke 
again, it was in a throaty whisper.

     "Master Trevor, your Aunt Theodora would like the pleasure 
of your cock in her hot little cunt. Would you be so kind as to 
oblige her?"

     "You only had to ask," he said, and rammed his prick home.

     "AaaaaaAAAAIIIGGGH!" Aunt Teddy writhed under his assault, 
all the more effective for its suddenness. Her legs clamped 
around his waist and her heels dug into his ass, prodding him in 
again and again. 

     For Trevor it was another amazing feeling. He had expected 
Aunt Teddy's cunt to be loose; that's what the guys used to say 
about older women. But she had a way of  tightening around his 
shaft that made it feel like she would never let go, and the 
pressure sent shocks of delight through his entire body.

     "Damn, you're good, Aunt Teddy!" He covered her face with 
kisses. Propping himself up on one arm, he swung a hand up and 
mauled her breast, feeling her shivers when he touched the stiff 
nipple. His aunt's hands were roaming his back, and it almost 
felt as if her nails were digging into his skin, but he was far too 
distracted to care.

     After a frantically fast beginning, they slowed into an easy, 
erotic rhythm, Aunt Teddy matching him stroke for stroke. He 
loved the sexy, sloppy sound when he pulled out and then drove 
in and air squeezed out between them. He even loved the 
exquisite pain when the head of his cock grew so very sensitive 
that he just wanted to stop and yet his aunt continued to buck 
her hips up at him, forcing groans from his lips.

     And through it all they talked dirty to each other, dreaming 
up new insults, each one increasing their passion. 

     "I want to screw you like the bitch that you are!"

     "Slowing down? What's the matter, little man, can't take a 
real woman?"

     "Fuck me, Aunt Teddy. Fuck your nephew. I'm going to fill that 
sloppy cunt of yours with so much cum it flies out your fucking 
ass!"

     "Harder, god damn it! Stick that little dick in me all the way, 
I can't feel it. I can't AAAAUUUGGGHHH! That's it! That's the way! 
Ram that fucker in there!"

     By then the sheets were gathered around them like a cocoon, 
for they had rolled over and over, changing positions, all the 
while keeping Trevor's cock buried securely in his aunt's wet 
pussy. It was so well-lubricated now that he almost couldn't 
feel it until he had ground his cock all the way in and their pubic 
bones mashed together. His cock was so stiff that it ached 
constantly and he knew he couldn't last much longer.

     Aunt Teddy must have been near the edge, too, he figured. She 
just kept moaning "Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod" over and 
over again. Her hands had fallen back to beat against the 
mattress weakly and her head was twisting from side to side so 
wildly that he couldn't kiss her.

     And through it all he kept pumping away, desperate for the 
release that an orgasm would give. Aunt Teddy had raised her 
legs up straight in the air, and it seemed as if he went in all the 
way to her throat when he plunged his prick down into her. 

     Again and again he banged away, while his aunt's moans grew 
louder and more incoherent. And then, just as a familiar 
sensation began deep in his balls, her legs clamped tight to his 
waist and she went stiff as a board. From somewhere deep 
within her, a long, low keening sound began, quietly at first, 
almost like a sob, and then louder and shriller like a demon was 
flying out of her soul. A chill rose in Trevor's body, but even as 
Aunt Teddy was launching into her orgasm, with his cock held 
tightly in her cunt, he felt cum bursting out and knew he 
couldn't hold back.

     At last her moans grew into an intelligible shout: "Oh GOD! 
YESSSSS! FUCK ME LIKE THAT, TREVOR! GOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

     As she screamed almost loud enough to rattle the window, 
Trevor's jism shot through his rod like molten steel and spurted 
deep into his aunt's pussy. "I'm ... I'm .. I'm coming!" he burst out, 
groans punching out between every word. 

     "Yes, yes, fill up that nasty pussy of mine," Aunt Teddy 
sighed, before another wave of ecstasy turned her to stone 
again.

     "I'm doing it," Trevor sighed, feeling pulse after pulse of cum 
move through his rod as his aunt's cunt overflowed. "Damn, that 
was good! Take it, Aunt Teddy! Take it all!"

     Several more waves of orgasm swept over his aunt -- Trevor 
lost count -- before at last she released her iron grip on his 
arms and swung her legs down, allowing him to roll over and 
collapse, exhausted, on his back.

     They lay next to each other for several minutes, too tired 
even to speak. Finally Aunt Teddy turned her head to him. "You 
are one hell of a fuck, Master Trevor," she said with a smile. 

     Trevor's head lolled onto its side; he couldn't even muster 
the energy to reach over and kiss her. "And you're the hottest 
bitch on Earth," he whispered. "Thanks, Aunt Teddy."

     

To be continued...



