Family Ties

“He kept poking me, and it was all I could do not to play with him.”

“Feel free. Any time. Don’t mind.”

“Mmm, good.” She caressed my balls and sighed deep in her throat. “I can’t believe I never realized you shaved them. I mean, I’ve seen you up close and personal for a couple of days. And before, all those times I sketched you. But I never noticed. I just thought you were naturally smooth or something.”

“Nope.”

“I like it. They’re so smooth and soft. Makes me want to— Well, you know.”

“No… what?”

“You know…”

I still wasn’t completely awake, but I knew better than to fall into that trap. “Uh-uh. You hafta say it.”

“You could say it for me,” she said sweetly.

“Nope. Doesn’t work like that. Rules.”

She waited.

I used the time to force myself awake. My internal alarm usually went off before six, but it felt much earlier than that. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and waited a bit longer. Christy was a stubborn little thing. She didn’t stop playing with me, but she didn’t make a move either.

So it’s a battle of wills, I thought. Fine. “That feels good,” I said noncommittally.

“Do you want me to…?”

“You have to say it. Or just do it.”

“I can’t. Besides, it’s your job.”

“My job to tell you to suck my cock?”

“It sounds so naughty when you say it like that. But yes… it is your job.

You’re the man.”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t work like that.”

“You keep saying that,” she griped.

I decided to change the subject. “So,” I said mildly, “you like that I shave?”

“Mmm, I do. It makes him— um… err, them nice and smooth. Perfect for you-know-what.”

I mentally rolled my eyes. She was hinting loud and clear, but I wasn’t willing to play along. She waited for me to say something. She could keep waiting as far as I was concerned.

She finally gave up and said in exasperation, “Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you?”

“Because I’m a woman.”

“And I’m a man.”

“I can tell,” she said with a squeeze. “So… why won’t you do what we both want?”

“If we both want it, why don’t you do it?”

“I told you, ’cause you’re the man and I’m the woman.”

“And I told you,” I said, “it doesn’t work like that.”

“Says you.”

“Yep. Says me. We’re equals in this relationship, partners.”

“And one partner has to be in charge. That’s you.”

“So if I told you to spread your legs and get ready for sex, you’d do it?”

“No! I… can’t.”

“Ah, so you do have a say in this partnership.”

“No fair! You can’t use logic against me.”

“It’s the only thing that seems to work,” I said with a chuckle. “You’re as stubborn as I am.”

“Can we change the subject?”

“Sure,” I said, deliberately light. “Tell me why you couldn’t sleep. What were you thinking about?”

“You,” she said suggestively. “And him.” She gave him a little stroke-twist while she caressed my balls with her other hand. “And them. And Erin’s comment earlier.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“The one about the hairstyle you like. You know, down below.”

“Ah. That.”

“I think I know what you want.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm,” she said. “I saw you checking out Olivia and Dawn.” She paused for me to deny it, but I disappointed her. “Susan too,” she said at last.

“You weren’t surprised by their… hairstyles.”

“Nope. Dawn’s was different than the last time I saw her,” I said matter-of-factly, “but hardly surprising.”

“Why?”

“Susan’s been shaved as long as I’ve known her,” I explained. “So Kirk and Doug think of that as normal. And it’s how they want their fiancées to look.”

“And how you want me to look too?”

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I replayed her words in my head.

She wasn’t upset. If anything, she sounded excited.

“That’s what Erin meant, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you have to ask,” she said with a note of triumph.

“Nothing easier,” I chuckled. “Will you please shave your pussy for me?”

“Ugh! I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Win an argument.”

“We were arguing? It sounds like you want to shave.”

“I do, but that’s beside the point.”

“Oh? Then what is the point?”

“That you can just ask for what you want.”

“You can too,” I said. “Nothing’s stopping you.”

“Except years of Catholic school and being told that only bad girls like sex.”

“Okay, fair enough. You win that one.”

“Thank you!”

“So, what’re you going to do about it?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You can change,” I said. “I mean, you were probably told not to sleep with a man outside of wedlock—”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

“—but we’ve done it a couple of times. And we’re going to keep doing it… if I can convince you.”

“You’re doing fine so far.”

“Good,” I said with another chuckle. “’Cause you have a pretty firm grip on the family jewels.”

“But I like the family jewels.”

“You like sex too,” I said bluntly.

“Can we change the subject? Again?”

“Sure. We can change it as many times as you like, but it won’t cha—”

“You want me to shave for you?” she said abruptly.

I didn’t reply.

“I’m trying, Paul,” she said into the silence. “I really am. I just can’t do it overnight. I’m not like that.”

“You’re right. I know. I’m sorry.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, along with my frustration. “Come over here.”