Family Ties

She gave me a confused look that turned to halfhearted protests as I rolled her onto her back. I pushed the covers down, and her cries turned to sighs when I kissed her stomach and then moved lower. She spread her legs at my touch, and I settled between them.

I took my time and enjoyed myself, and her soft moans told me all I needed to know about how she was enjoying it. Finally I felt her tense up,

and she clutched the sheets as the orgasm reached its peak. Afterward I let her relax while I caressed her thighs. Then I kissed my way up her body and held myself above her. She gazed up at me calmly.

“You like?” I said.

She nodded and raised her lips for a kiss, although she squeaked and cut it short when she felt my hard-on nudge her pussy.

I arched a questioning eyebrow, but she shook her head immediately.

“We can’t,” she said. “We’re not— I mean— We haven’t—”

I kissed her again and shifted my hips. My erection slid through her soft pubic hair and rested on her stomach instead.

“Oh my gosh,” she said in relief. “For a second, I thought you were going to do it anyway.”

“No, not till you’re ready.”

She relaxed with a deep breath.

“However…” I glanced between our bodies and moved my hips to remind her that I was still very hard.

She took the hint and immediately reached between us. Her strong hands found my erection and began stroking. I gazed into her eyes until I couldn’t stand it anymore and had to close them as a wave of pleasure assaulted my senses. I gasped aloud when she added a little twist to the end of each stroke.

I didn’t last long after that, and she cried out in amused triumph when the first hot spurt splattered her stomach. She kept milking me until the spurts turned to gushes and then trickled to a stop. She gazed directly into my eyes.

Then she raised her hand and licked semen from her wrist and palm.

I pushed myself upright and sat on my heels. Christy looked down her body. Her legs were spread as if we’d just had sex, and she was covered from bush to breasts with pearly droplets and little trails of come. A small lake had formed in her navel. She swirled a finger through it and then touched it to her tongue. She knew I was watching, so she made a show of licking her finger clean.

“So you like the taste?”

“Mmm, semen.” She closed her eyes and smiled beatifically. “I really love how it feels in my mouth, all creamy and smooth.”

“Well then,” I chuckled, “we’re gonna get along just fine.”

“Oh? There was a chance we wouldn’t?”

“For a while there I wondered…”

“Me too. But that’s behind us now.” She collected another couple of

drops and sucked her finger. Then she gave me an innocent-seductive look, hinting for all she was worth.

I felt my resolve crumbling, and the little head made a convincing argument that she was asking me, just not with words. The big head wanted her to be a bit more proactive.

How much more proactive could she be? the little head demanded. She’s practically begging you to stick me in her mouth.

“Practically” is the key word, I told him. Not “actually.” There’s a difference.

Semantics, he said.

Where’d you learn a word like that?

Duh! I’m you, dumbass. Now stick me in her mouth!

Christy burst out laughing.

“What?” I said, a little defensively.

“You were talking to him, weren’t you?” She laughed again. “You get this look on your face. I can almost tell when it’s you and when it’s him.”

I grimaced.

“You’re so cute when you’re caught,” she said. “What was he saying?”

“I can’t tell you,” I grumped. “It’s private.”

“Should I ask him instead?”

“He won’t tell you either.”

“I bet he will if I ask nicely. I can be very persuasive.”

I shook my head faux-stubbornly, which made her laugh again.

“You’re so strange sometimes,” she said affectionately. “I like it, but you’re just… different. I’ve never met anyone who has conversations with his own penis.”

“He needs supervision. He gets into trouble otherwise.”

“I dunno,” she mused, “I kinda like him.”

“Don’t tell him that.”

“Why? Will it go to his, ahem, head?” Her eyes flashed as her hands gripped my still-hard cock. She acted surprised. “Oh my gosh! It did go to his head.” She began stroking. “Will he shoot again?”

“If you keep doing that.”

“Oh, goody!”

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked. “Not that I’m complaining, but you’re a real sex kitten this morning.”

“Well, let’s see… First, I had a wonderful time with my boyfriend last

night. Second, I woke up this morning to a repeat performance. And third, I’m hoping for an encore.”

“And I thought I’d have to talk you into it,” I said with a laugh.

She grinned and shook her head.

Part of me felt like I’d flipped some switch and turned on the naughty Christy, but another part thought she might have been there all along. What had Wren said? That Christy only wanted to think she was a good girl?