A Baumgartner reunion

I bit my lip, watching as he began to thrust, knowing he was picturing Janie on top of him, imagining his cock pressing deep into his own sister’s pussy.

It was wrong, it was downright wicked, but it was soooo hot…just the thought of it made my fingers soaked with my juices and I spread them through my pussy lips, focusing on my aching clit.

“Fuck me, Janie!” he begged, growling and thrusting and reminding me so much of Doc with every motion. It was both eerie and exciting. Henry might have been imagining shoving his cock into his sister’s pussy-but I was imagining him in mine. I wanted to climb up and ride him, god help me, I really did. That hard cock was so hard to resist…

“Oh yes yes yes, Sissy, make me come!”

My eyes widened-I hadn’t heard Henry call Janie “Sissy” in years, but here it was, coming out of his mouth just as he was about to climax, whispering it over and over, “Sissy, yes, Sissy, yes, Sissy, yesssss,” as he imagined fucking her deep and hard. I rubbed my clit faster, unable control myself, my breath coming fast as I watched.

“Oh fuck me! Now! Ohhhhh!” Henry’s cock exploded, thick jets of cum spilling over his tight glistening, pumping fist, sliding down toward the thick, dark nest of his pubic hair. He rubbed Janie’s panties over the head of his cock, groaning, his cum splashing the sly, wide-eyed kitten applique, soaking the material.

Seeing him come sent me soaring and I pressed my flushed face against the doorframe, shuddering with my climax. My pussy throbbed, aching for the thrust of a cock, my nipples hard and straining against my suit. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise, backing away from the door, afraid he might hear or sense my orgasm somehow.

“Oh god,” I heard him whisper.

The reality of what he’d been doing-what I’d been doing-sank in, and I crept shamefully away, sneaking down the stairs, avoiding the places where they creaked, and went back out onto the beach, where I’m sure he thought I still was.

I spread out a towel and stretched out on my back, throwing an arm over my eyes against the heat of the sun, and wondered what I was going to do. It will all work out. Right. That was my new motto. I tried not to remember Henry holding his sister’s panties to his nose, tried not to remember him pretending to fuck his sister’s pussy as he came…

I heard the door wall and, while I didn’t look up, my whole body tensed in anticipation. I was glad of the heat, hoping it would explain the flush in my cheeks.

“Hey Ronnie.”

I uncovered but shaded my eyes. “Hey, Henry… what flavor did you get?” He stopped, cocking his head at me and frowning. “Huh?”

“Ice cream,” I reminded him.

“Oh.” He smiled, sitting next to me. He was wearing a bathing suit now, but I couldn’t help remembering him without one… I tried, but I really couldn’t help it. “I didn’t go.”

“How come?”

“Didn’t feel like it.” He shrugged, looking thoughtful, letting sand sift through his fingers. “I guess I’m mad at Janie.”

“Janie?” I sat up on my elbows, eyeing him. “And here I thought you’d be mad at Brian…or…Liz…”

“She deserves better than him.” He scowled. “They both do.”

“Well, I have to agree with you there.”

Henry made a fist, gripping the sand in his hand. “He’s such an asshole.” I nodded. “Again, all kinds of agree over here…”

He looked over at me and smiled. “Wanna go for a walk?”

“Sure.” I stood, brushing sand off, and he did the same. The sand was hot and we walked, barefoot, down to the water’s edge where it was cool and wet.

“Aren’t you mad at Liz?” I asked.

“No.” Henry shrugged, reaching over and grabbing my hand. “She just got caught up in Brian’s little web.”

“And your sister didn’t?”

He frowned, swinging my hand as we walked. “I warned her about him.”

“You mean… after last night?” I winced, imagining that confrontation.

“No, before,” he replied. “Before you came.”

I noticed we were walking around the shore grass again, and remembered with a flush the last time I’d come this way. “How did you know?”

“I just knew.”

“It’s sweet that you’re so protective of her…” I bit my lip, hesitant, not sure how to bring it up but sure I had to, somehow. “But Henry…I think you might…be a little too…attached, I guess…to your sister…”

He frowned, stopping to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“I just think…I think…” I bit my lip again, trying to think of what to say, how to say… “Well, I think you need a girlfriend, that’s what I think.” He laughed, swinging my hand as we started to walk again. “Are you volunteering?”

“I was thinking someone more your age…” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Someone not married.”

Henry snorted. “That doesn’t mean anything around here.”

“What do you mean?” We were coming up on the old cabanas again, and the memory of Henry masturbating behind them, his cock squeezed in the very hand that now held mine, made me flush.

Henry shrugged. “My parents… and Gretchen… and you… and…

whoever…” I was the one to stop this time, gaping at him. “We’re not stupid, you know.”

“When did…how…?” I shook my head, not wanting to believe it.