Family Ties

“Let’s get under the covers first. You might be hot-natured, but I’m not, and I’m starting to get cold.”

I turned off the overhead light and then checked the space heater. It was already on its highest setting, but it was hopelessly outmatched by the cold concrete and cinder blocks. Christy climbed into bed and I joined her.

“You’re freezing!” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was having fun talking to you. Besides, I was enjoying the view.”

“Guys are so strange sometimes.”

“Not strange. We just like looking at nude women.”

“Well, you’ll have to settle for me instead.”

“Who’s settling? I’m lucky to have you.”

She kissed my chest and began rubbing her warm hands over my cold skin.

“Keep doing that and I’ll warm you up.”

“From the inside?”

“Mmm hmm.” I pulled her hand to my resurgent erection.

“You weren’t kidding!”

“Nope. I never kid about an orgasm.”

“Are you going to shoot in my mouth again?”

“If you want,” I said.

“Yes, please.” She sighed with pleasure and began stroking me gently.

She tensed with a question after a couple of minutes. “Do you mind…?”

“What?”

“No, it’s silly. Never mind.”

“No, tell me,” I said.

“I know you’re cold, but… do you mind if I push the covers down?”

I didn’t answer aloud; I simply did it.

“Thank you.”

I started to ask why, but then I realized that I hadn’t turned off the bedside lamp. “You like to watch, don’t you?”

“He’s so handsome.”

I chuckled and stroked her hair.

“And he’s all mine,” she added after a moment. She rested her cheek on my stomach and watched as she stroked me.

I rubbed her back and shoulders and felt her sigh with contentment.

“Mmm, that’s nice.”

“I like having you here. I want you to come back.”

“To camp or to your bed?”

“Both.”

“I’d like that,” she said softly. “Very much.”

We fell silent as she continued stroking, until I was ready to come. I fought a battle of wills with the little head. He wanted her to suck me off. I wanted to stick to the rules. For once, we compromised.

“Put the head in your mouth when I come.” I tensed with the effort to keep from shooting before she was ready, but I shouldn’t have worried. She wrapped her lips around me before I even finished speaking.

She gave another couple of strokes and then moaned when the first spurt coated her tongue. She swallowed and pumped her fist, and I obliged with more semen.

She kept nursing long after I stopped shooting, so I replaced her hand with my own. I began stroking in earnest and surprised her with another load after only a few minutes. She caressed my balls and swallowed every drop.

“Oh my gosh,” she panted, “that was almost as much as the first.” She sat up in surprise and looked at me. “No! As much as the second. That was the third.”

“Mmm hmm. I told you,” I said between breaths, “I have a high sperm count.”

“I can tell. Wow.” She bent and kissed the tip of my shaft, which had finally started shrinking. “I really could go on a liquid diet with you.”

“Probably not,” I said with a laugh, “but it’d be fun to try!”

“It would.” She scooted up and lay next to me on her side.

I rolled toward her and tasted myself on her lips as we kissed.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“For what?”

“For everything. For bringing me here. For tonight. For not laughing at my body. For being an awesome boyfriend.”

“My pleasure. Thank you for coming. And for trying new things.”

“I had fun.” She grinned. “Especially meeting your penis.”

“I’m glad.”

“And for the record, he feels very good in my mouth.”

“Yes, he does.”

She kissed me again and sighed when I cupped her ass. I rolled to my back and pulled her with me. She slid a leg over mine and rested her head on my chest.

“You ready to go to sleep?” I said.

“I think so.”

I pulled the covers over us and turned off the bedside light. Then I rubbed her back and felt her relax.

“Mmm, that feels nice. Goodnight.” She yawned and kissed my chest.

Then she lifted the covers. “Goodnight, Mr. Penis. Sweet dreams… of you.”

Oh yeah, I thought, I’m in trouble all right.

Chapter 11

I woke up with my own little space heater next to me. Christy was lying on her side, facing me, with her legs drawn up along my hip. I rolled toward her and simply studied her face. She must have felt the movement, because she stirred and scrunched up her nose. I watched her for several minutes as she woke up slowly, and for the umpteenth time wished I had her talent for drawing people.

She opened her eyes and smiled.

“Good morning, Sunshine. Did you sleep okay?” I asked.

“Mmm, wonderful.”

“Me too. Much better than the last time we slept together.”

“Oh my gosh, don’t remind me.”

“And a lot better than the first.”

“The first?”

“Halloween.”

“Oh, right. I won’t feel guilty this time, I swear.” She yawned and stretched with a little squeak. “If I’m going to you-know-where, I might as well enjoy it.”

“That’s the spirit! And I’m here to help…”