Family Ties

“You like sex.” I kissed her hair and held her gently. “And you like spreading your legs.”

“But only for you.”

For now, I thought with a chuckle. Baby steps.

She relaxed in my arms as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Then she kissed my collarbone. She kept going and planted kisses up my neck until she reached my jaw. I offered my lips, and we made out for a couple of languorous minutes.

“You’re still so hard,” she said. “Do you want me to…?”

“To what?”

“To… you know.”

“No, what?”

“You know,” she said vaguely.

I suppressed a fit of pique and told myself I was expecting too much, too soon. She still wanted to think of herself as a “good girl.” And good girls don’t make the first move. I didn’t want her to sense my disappointment, so I made the decision for her.

I eased her to the bed, and her pussy slid along the entire length of my cock. She gasped in surprise when her exposed clit raked the head. It sprang up between us. Her eyes shone with anticipation at the sight of my hard-on pointing up at her.

I unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off her shoulders to reveal her tight little body. She watched me intently, so I let my eyes linger.

“I love how you make me feel,” she said. “The way you look at me… It’s like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“You are.”

She leaned into me for a kiss and felt for my erection at the same time.

She sighed when my lips touched hers and then again when my cock swelled at her touch. I pulled her toward me, and we made out as she stroked me.

Unfortunately, the responsible part of me couldn’t stop thinking about the time. We needed to pick up the pace, and she couldn’t make me come fast enough, so I decided to take over.

“You want me to come in your mouth?” I said.

“Yes, please.”

“Get on the floor, on your knees.”

Her eyes flashed and she scrambled off the bed. She knelt obediently and I stood over her. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began stroking.

She caressed my thighs and simply watched for a moment, almost in a trance. She massaged my balls, but her eyes never left my cock. She looked as eager as I felt, although I sensed her disappointment too. She wanted to suck me off. She just didn’t want to admit it.

Not yet, I told myself. Give her time to adjust.

Easy for you to say, my penis groused. You’re not the one being strangled by Rosy.

Shut up and enjoy it, I told him. We don’t have all day.

“We don’t have all day,” he mocked in an annoyed tone.

I shook my head with a silent chuckle and wondered about my sanity.

Christy moistened her lips in anticipation, which put an end to my conversation with the little head.

“Get ready,” I said.

She rose on her knees and opened her mouth. I aimed my cock and groaned as the first spurt gushed onto her tongue. She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes to savor it. When I finished shooting, she swallowed and then licked her lips. Without thinking, she kissed the tip of my cock.

“Oh my gosh,” she said to cover the slip, “that was a lot. Almost as much as before.”

I nodded down at her. “It’s what I do.”

“And that was the third time. Wow. That’s more—” She caught herself in time, but I grinned anyway.

She’d been about to admit that she had more experience than she’d let on.

She hadn’t learned her handjob technique overnight, and I was pretty sure her blowjob skills would be just as good. But she wanted me to think she’d only been with Simon. Maybe she’d only had sex with him, but she’d done a lot with someone else, probably a couple of someones. Still, she wanted to keep her secrets. I let her, but only for the time being.

“Yeah,” I said into the silence, “I shoot a lot. It’s a little less each time, but…”

“Still a lot,” she finished.

“Mmm hmm.” I looked at my watch.

“Do we need to go?”

“Yeah, sorry to rush. I’d rather be lazy in bed the rest of the morning, maybe go for another round or three—”

“Three? Are you serious?”

“Mmm hmm. As long as I have the right motivation.” I lifted her to her feet. “And you are definitely the right motivation, my little sex kitten.”

“Mmm. I like being your sex kitten.”

“Better than ‘nympho’?”

“Much better.”

“Well, you’re both, but I won’t call you that again. Still, we need to get a move on. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t think you were serious about more.”

I laughed and playfully swatted her behind. “I’m completely serious. But some other time. We really need to head down to the shower or we’re going

to be late.”

“Yes, sir.”

My parents had showered already and were at the sinks in the bathroom area.

Mom had her towel wrapped around her waist, but Dad’s was draped around his neck. Christy immediately shielded her eyes with her hand.

“Relax,” I told her quietly. “You don’t have to look, but don’t make a big deal about it either.”

“This is so weird,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

“You’ll get used to it.”