A Baumgartner reunion

Henry’s smile was slow and a little mischievous. “Janie and I both saw you, that summer.”

“Oh Henry…” I reached out and touched his cheek. “I’m so sorry.” He shook his head. “My parents have always been very…open.”

“How open?” My antennae went up and I frowned as I sat down in the sand, facing the water, and he did, too.

“Well, their marriage is obviously open.” He started playing in the sand again, writing his name, erasing it.

“Henry…has anyone ever…I mean…” I swallowed, wondering if I wanted to know. “No one ever abused you, did they?”

He turned to me, wide-eyed. “No!”

“I just wondered…because…well…” I looked out at the water, the sun brilliant on its surface. “I saw you, too.”

“What do you mean?” He resumed writing his name in the sand.

“Upstairs in your room…” I said, clearing my throat. “With Janie’s panties.” Oh god. Just the thought made me blush. “And before…right here, by the cabanas…”

He didn’t look at me, but I heard him whisper. “Oh fuck.”

“She’s your sister.” I did look at him, then, at the flush in his cheeks, his eyes downcast.

“I know…” He sighed. “But…I can’t seem to help it.”

I took a deep breath and just asked. “Did anything ever happen between you and Janie?”

He shrugged, brushing his hands together to get the sand off. “When we were kids, we played around. Not anything major. Just pretending kissing and stuff. I think maybe every brother and sister might do something like that.”

I didn’t know. I had a sister, but I didn’t have a brother. Still, if I had a brother who looked like Henry…

“But god, Ronnie, she’s gotten so…” Henry’s eyes moved over my suit and I could almost feel the heat of his gaze. I pretended not to notice.

“Grown up?” I suggested

“You could say that…” He laughed softly. “And she’s constantly flaunting it around the house… constantly…it’s enough to drive me crazy!” I smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it. “You really need a girlfriend.”

“Sure you’re not volunteering?” he asked again, his eyes dark, so like Doc’s, full of a deep, greedy hunger, an unstoppable lust…

“Stop…” I whispered as he let go of my hand, slowly encircling my wrist and sliding his palm up my forearm.

“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, his fingers grazing my shoulder, my collarbone, trailing down toward the V of my suit.

“No.” I answered honestly, closing my eyes when his finger touched my hard nipple through the material.

“Really?” he asked, pressing his mouth right next to my ear.

“Really,” I breathed, sliding my arms around his neck and letting him kiss me. It was wrong, but I wanted it, and he did too. I rationalized that it was better this, better me, than Janie. Living without boundaries clearly had consequences, I thought, and maybe this boundary was better crossed than another, more taboo one…

“Wait,” he murmured, leaving me there and running over to one of the cabanas. He produced a blanket which he spread out on the sand, urging me to get on it. I crawled to the center and laid down on my back, seeing his eyes darken as he looked down at me.

“Oh Henry,” I moaned when he pressed me back into the sand, his thigh between mine. I could feel his cock, hard and ready even though he’d come just half an hour before. I wanted to reach for it but restrained myself, letting him explore me first. He sat up between my legs, his erection obvious, tenting his shorts, and slid my suit straps over my shoulders, slowly exposing my breasts.

His eyes devoured me, making me squirm as he pulled my suit down over my belly. I lifted my hips for him, letting him peel it off the rest of the way, laying there and just letting him look at me. His eyes lingered between my legs and he used his fingers to part my smooth lips, his look almost pained as he saw the pink flesh inside.

“Can I taste you?”

I nodded, letting my legs fall open, hearing him moan as he settled between my thighs and started kissing my pussy lips. He took his time, slow, gentle, hesitant even as his lips brushed over my clit. He explored gently with his fingers, pressing first one inside of me and then two, making me rock my hips and whimper.

“Lick it,” I whispered, reaching down and spreading my lips open. His breath was hot, his eyes dark with lust. “Here…” I showed him with my finger, rubbing my clit back and forth. He leaned in and touched my clit with his tongue, making me moan in response. Clearly encouraged by my response, he began to lick me eagerly, his fingers pressed deep inside.

“Finger me, too,” I begged, rocking my hips. He did as I asked, plunging his fingers into my wetness and the pulling them out, doing it again, again, making me moan softly and thrust my hips. “Lick me,” I whispered, reminding him, spreading my pussy wide and he groaned as he found my clit again with his tongue, licking me in short, flat strokes.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, finally catching a good rhythm, licking and fingering me at the same time.