Family Ties

“I thought all guys like big boobs. My brothers do.”

“You mind if I talk about a couple of my exes for a moment?”

She frowned at the non sequitur.

“I’ve been with girls who were nearly flat-chested and ones who were double D’s, and d’you know what I liked best?”

“Lemme guess,” she said sarcastically, “the bi—”

“The ones in my hand.”

Her eyebrows flew up.

“Big or small, round or flat, perky or saggy… the only thing I care about is, ‘Can I touch ’em?’”

She laughed in spite of herself.

“So,” I said with a raised eyebrow, “can I touch ’em?”

She rolled her eyes. “You already are.”

“Then they’re my favorites!”

“Guys will say anything to get lucky, won’t they?”

“I got lucky the moment I met you.” I looked into her eyes. “Everything else is just icing on the cake.”

She drew me down for a kiss. When we finally came up for air, I slid my hand out from under her sweater and rested it on the button of her jeans. I arched an eyebrow and waited, but she didn’t push me away.

I popped open her jeans and lowered the zipper. Then I eased my now-warm hand into her panties. I grinned down at her. “Copping a feel was just a pretense. I really wanted to get my hand warm before I… you know… made a move.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Completely. Small packages are very sensitive. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I just poked around with cold fingers?” I grinned down at her and then kissed her gently. “Some packages are best when you take your time and finesse them open.”

“I’ve been finessed, all right!” But she laughed.

“You want me to stop?”

“You know I don’t. That’s what’s so infuriating about you.”

“Oh?”

“You always make it so easy for me to do what you want.”

“That’s ’cause you want it too.” I waited, but she didn’t deny it, so I slid my hand deeper into the warmth between her legs. Dampness greeted my fingers as soon as I touched her cleft. “See? You can’t fake that. You can’t stop it either. It’s like my hard-on. It just happens when I’m excited.”

“Mmm, it does.”

“At least you can hide yours.”

“I can’t hide anything from you,” she said breathlessly.

She fell silent as I began moving the tips of my fingers in small circles over her clit. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier until she arched her back and stifled a cry. She caught her breath and gazed up at me as her orgasm subsided.

I withdrew my hand from her panties. Then I held her eyes and tasted my fingertips. Her nostrils flared. She seemed almost mesmerized, so I grinned and offered her my finger. She sucked gently at first, but then she pulled it deeper into her mouth.

“You like sucking things, don’t you?” I whispered.

She nodded and moaned deep in her throat.

“Anything else you’d like to suck?”

She moaned again.

“That’s good,” I said with a soft laugh. “I have nine more just like it.”

Her eyes popped open in disbelief.

I gently pulled my finger from her hungry lips. Then I kissed her, deep and long.

She was breathing hard when I finally pulled back.

“Baby steps,” I said softly.

She thought about it for a moment and nodded.

I kissed her again and then slid my hand under her sweater. She closed

her eyes and relaxed as I caressed her nipples. We made out until we heard Danny’s voice in the distance. I pushed up on my elbow and cocked an ear to listen.

“Where are you guys?” he called again.

“Time to be a proper young lady again,” I said to Christy. Then I raised my voice, “Here!”

Her eyes flew wide. She pushed me away and hastily buttoned her jeans as I sat up and adjusted my hard-on. I grinned down at her, but she was distracted trying to refasten her bra. She finally had to hike up her shirt and sweater. I was hoping for a glimpse of her breasts, but it was too dark. Her bunched sweater blocked my view anyway.

“Call out again!” Danny shouted from closer.

“Over here!” I stood so he could see me easier. It also gave me a chance to ease the pressure on my swollen manhood.

“All right, I have visual!”

They rejoined us and sank to the blanket. Sabrina looked slightly mussed and very happy indeed.

“The wind’s picked up,” Danny said. “Kinda chilly.”

“Especially on bare skin,” I joked.

“How old are you again?”

We grinned at each other.

“You want another beer?” he asked Sabrina.

“No, thanks. I’m still a little chilled.”

“You ready to go home?”

“Not if you keep me warm.”

“Best idea you’ve had all night,” he said. “Well, second best.”

She grinned as he pulled a beer from the cooler and then scooted behind her. He put his arms around her, and she leaned back against him.

I looked at Christy and raised an eyebrow.

“Best idea you’ve had all night,” she said. Then she grinned. “Well, second best.”

Danny laughed. “Good one, Sis.”

He had no idea.

Christy scooted between my legs. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. Then I glanced down at my watch.

“Moonrise in about half an hour,” I said. “Y’all wanna stay out and watch?”

Danny pushed a button on his watch. The face glowed.

“Will your mom care if we stay out past midnight?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Not as long as you’re with us.”