Family Ties

“Since the towels,” I said between kisses.

“I want you so much.”

I groaned and imagined her begging me to fuck her. I came to my senses pretty quickly, but she sensed my hesitation.

“Sorry,” I said. “My imagination just ran wild. Thinking about fucking you.”

“Oh my gosh.”

“Mmm hmm. Not ready for that, are you?”

She shook her head mutely.

“Thought not.” I chuckled. “That’s okay. Instead, I think I’ll throw you on the bed… spread your legs… and eat your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

“Yes, please.”

“After that, I have a huge load for you to swallow. Then we can take our time for load number two.”

“Mmm, semen.”

“You love how it feels in your mouth, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Not yet,” I teased. “Not until we’re married.”

“But you promised! Please, please. I’ll do anything you want.”

“I don’t know who’s a bigger tease,” I laughed, “you or me.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re a little tease.”

“Uh-uh. I’m a big tease. The biggest ever.”

“You might be right,” I chuckled. “You’ve been teasing me since September.”

“What?” she squawked. “I have not!”

“Have too. Wearing your skimpy shorts and tight little tops. Thin bras and loose sweaters. And all that sexy lingerie you leave lying around in your bedroom.”

“Are… are you serious? You notice all those things?”

“Mmm hmm. I’ve been paying attention since we first moved in together, although I was too stubborn to admit it. But then Wren told me about your oral fixation, and—”

“Ugh! I’m going to wring her neck.”

“Maybe you wanna reconsider,” I said with a chuckle. “In the meantime, hold that thought.” I carried her to the edge of the bed and sat down. She loosened her hold around my neck and sat on my thighs. “Much better,” I said. “More comfortable but everything’s still in reach.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Now, back to Wren. Don’t get too upset at her. I know it sounds shallow, but I didn’t think of you in girlfriend terms until she told me what you like. I mean, sex is way too important.”

“I can tell. Your whole family talks about it all the time.”

“Uh-huh. And now maybe you understand why it’s such a big deal. And why I really started to like you once I realized you weren’t a prude.”

“I’ve never been a prude,” she protested.

“Yeah, I know. That was my fault. I had a bad series of girlfriends with major religious hangups, and I painted you with the same brush.”

“I don’t have any hangups either. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Not only here, but nude and horny too.”

“Very,” she agreed.

“My kind of girl. So… what should we do about it?”

“You know.”

“Uh-uh. You tell me.”

“I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

“What? You’ll do it but won’t say it?”

“Well… yes. Or no. You know what I mean.” She shook her head in exasperation. “Okay, maybe I have a few hangups after all. So sue me.”

“I’d like to use you instead. But… you have to ask.”

“Can’t you just do it? You already said—”

“But you have to say it.”

“I feel like such a tramp when I talk like that.”

“I understand. You aren’t a tramp, but I get it.”

“Thank you.” She took a deep breath and said to herself, “I can do this.”

“You’re fearless,” I agreed.

“Tell that to the butterflies in my stomach and Sister Prune in my head.”

“Sister Prune?”

“Sister Prudence. She taught Morality and Christian Living.”

“And never had an impure thought in her life.”

“Not likely,” she snorted.

“But you do,” I continued. “And sometimes you have to say them aloud.”

“But you just said it,” she pleaded. “You know what I want.”

“Yep. But you have to ask.”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Okay, here goes…” She took a deep breath. “Will you please… go down on me? There! I said it. Are you proud of me?”

“Mmm hmm. I am.” I kissed her and then grinned. “But… what do you want me to do while I’m down there?”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I want you to… you know… lick it.”

“Lick what?”

“Ugh! You drive me crazy you’re so stubborn!”

“Yep.”

“That’s all you have to say? ‘Yep’?”

“Yep.”

“You are so annoying! I don’t know why I even like you.”

“Because I let you be yourself. And I don’t judge you for it. I don’t think you’re a tramp or a slut or even a nympho. Instead, I tell you it’s all right to like sex. It’s all right to say things in private without feeling embarrassed.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Her expression softened, and she caressed my face. Then she drew herself up and cleared her throat. “Are you ready?”

I nodded.

“Okay, here goes…” She looked me directly in the eye. “Will you please throw me on the bed, spread my legs, and lick my pussy till I beg you to stop?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

Chapter 12

Christy woke me sometime in the middle of the night. I was lying on my side and she was facing me as she fondled my erection.

“You’re awake,” she said when she felt me stir.

“Uh-huh,” I said through a yawn. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Still dark.”

“S’okay.” I closed my eyes and yawned again. “Sorry. ’S a bit early, even for me.”

“I was tired of waiting.”

“Mmm?”

“I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop working. Did you know you get hard at night?”

“Prolly dreaming of you,” I mumbled.