Family Ties

Her downy pubic hair tickled my cheeks, and her clit was a hard little bead under my probing tongue. She cried out softly when I flicked it and then sucked gently. I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself, but her body had other ideas. Her thighs began to quiver with pent-up desire, and the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils.

I slid my finger into her opening and circled her clit with my tongue. She gasped when I began sucking and thrusting my finger at the same time. Her breathing grew heavier, punctuated by soft gasps of pleasure.

She came with a little squeak, and the warm skin of her inner thighs clamped my face. I crooked my finger inside her and moved the tip until I felt her writhe with another spasm of pleasure. I kept going until her legs flew apart and she tried to push me away. I slowly withdrew my finger and planted soft kisses on the sensitive skin around her labia.

“Oh my gosh,” she said softly.

I stood and kissed her.

She sighed when she tasted herself on my lips, and our kiss deepened.

She wrapped her legs around me and crossed her ankles, so I picked her up and carried her to the bed. The little head threatened to revolt until I reminded him of the consequences.

Christy silently looked into my eyes as I knelt on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. She didn’t release her leg-lock, so I stretched out and rested part of my weight on her.

“So… you like being a nudist?” I asked.

“You know I do.” She kissed me again. “I like anything with you.”

Another kiss. “But… aren’t you supposed to be nude too?”

I twitched an eyebrow.

“You’re way too overdressed to introduce me to Mr. Big.”

“Fine,” I laughed, “throw my own words back at me.”

“I told you,” she said with a smile, “I’m learning.”

“Well, you’ll have to let me up if you want me to take off my clothes.”

“But… aren’t I supposed to do it?”

“You want to?”

“It’s only fair.”

“Then by all means…”

She grinned and released me.

I sat up and admired her body. She squirmed a little self-consciously, especially when my eyes reached her pussy. Her legs were spread, and her sparse pubic hair couldn’t hide the soft pink of her inner lips. I ran a hand down her thigh and paused at her hip. Then I moved toward her pussy and teased her clit with my thumb.

She stiffened and gasped with pleasure. Her nipples strained toward the ceiling as she clutched the bedspread. I thought about making her come again but decided to work up to it slowly. I left my hand where it was, as a sort of promise for later.

She sagged to the bed and breathed hard through her nose. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized I’d been studying her body.

“I know it’s not what you’re used to,” she said quietly.

“Will you stop about ‘what I’m used to’? You’re exactly ‘what I’m used to’: smart, beautiful, and sexy. Yeah, your body is different, but so what? The other ways you’re different are actually important. You’re artistic, for one.

Athletic, too. And… spiritual.”

“You were about to say ‘religious.’”

“The other girls played at religion. They used it as an excuse, a tool to get what they wanted. You’re serious about it, and I admire that. I don’t understand it—yet—but it comes with the package.” I gazed into her eyes, which were still surprisingly calm. “And in case you haven’t noticed, I like the package, the small one and the big one.”

She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed for several languid minutes and parted slowly. Then she glanced at the bulge in my khakis.

I grinned. “Are you ready to meet Mr. Big?”

She nodded eagerly, so I stood and pulled her with me. She practically

vibrated with impatience, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut steel. I tweaked the left one.

“Oh, no fair,” she gasped.

“What isn’t?”

“Distracting me right when I get the chance to meet your penis.”

“Ah, then I’d better stop.”

“Thank you.” She untied my sweater and then went straight for my shirt. I thought she’d be nervous, but she opened the buttons with sure hands. She planted soft kisses on my exposed skin as she continued down the row. When she finished the last one, she slid her hands up my chest and pushed the shirt and sweater over my shoulders. I shrugged them off while she unbuckled my belt.

My erection made a tent in my boxers as soon as she lowered my pants.

She grinned and sank to her knees, where she pulled off my shoes, socks, and finally my khakis. Then she gazed at the bulge in my underwear.

“He’s ready for his debut,” she said.

“Mmm hmm. But are you?”

“I’ve already had mine.”

I chuckled. “To rave reviews.”

“Thank you.”

“But are you ready for Mr. Big’s debut? He’s a bit nervous. What if you don’t like him?”

“I like you, so I’m going to like him too. He comes with the package. And what a big package it is.”

“Big enough,” I said. “But don’t get your hopes up for John Holmes.”

She looked up and gave me a sly grin. “I know who he is.”

My eyes popped.

“Mmm hmm. I told you, I’m not so innocent.”

“No kidding.”