Family Ties

“A month and a half,” I said with a grin. “A little more, actually. Seven weeks.”

“It doesn’t seem like a long time when you put it that way. But…”

“We’ve been through a lot since then.”

“I know. I… feel closer to you than I’ve ever felt to anyone.”

“I feel the same.”

“You mean it? Closer than even Gina?”

“Even Gina,” I assured her. I tried to put my thoughts into words. “Gina and I… started on the same page, I guess you could say. We already had a lot in common, so we didn’t have to explain things to each other. It’s different with you and me.”

“You can say that again.”

“You and I are growing into each other. That’s important.”

“My mom thinks so too. That’s one of the things she said she noticed about me.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. How much I’ve changed since I met you. Your mom said the same about you. We were talking about it in the car on the way to the grocery store. She said you’re ‘self-contained,’ whatever that means.” She laughed softly. “Oh, and she really wants me to feed you more. She thinks you’re too thin.”

“What do you think?”

“I… think she might be right.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Your face especially. You remember how I noticed as soon as I saw you, back when school first started?” She quickly added, “The rest of you looks fine. Better than fine. Sometimes I still can’t believe how hot your body is.”

I chuckled. “I know what you mean.”

“You can’t believe how hot you are either?” she teased.

“No, you,” I said. “I can’t believe what a perfect little package you are. I mean, I used to think you were too skinny and looked like a boy—”

“I do!”

“—but then I started paying attention and looking for real. Dawn looks like a boy. She’s pretty, but nothing like you. You actually have hips and breasts and a butt.”

“But they’re all small!”

“Small is fine. It’s the curves that count. Yours may be smaller and tighter, but you have ’em… in all the right places.”

“Thank you,” she said demurely. “But… I know one thing I need to change.”

“Oh? What?”

“My bush.” She shivered with eagerness. “I don’t know why I get so excited thinking about it, but I do. Like you said, it’s a sexual thing, one that I

want to do for us. It’s like all my fancy lingerie. I like how it feels when I wear it, but I also like thinking about you seeing me.” She laughed softly. “In and out of it.” She went from seductive to effusive in an instant. “Oh! And I can’t believe how much I like being a nudist.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! I had so much fun at dinner last night. No one stared at me or made me feel uncomfortable or anything. And…” She lowered her eyes, and I suspected she was blushing. “I like looking at everyone else.”

“Yeah, that is fun. One of the fringe benefits.”

“Your family and Susan’s are all so attractive.”

“Some more than others,” I said facetiously.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Humble, you’re very attractive. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Which head?”

“The big one.”

“Which big one?”

“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?”

“Where you’re concerned? Absolutely. Now… since we’re talking about my dick, let’s discuss where you want your first load of semen.”

“In my mouth?” she suggested helpfully.

“Good answer. How ’bout the second?”

“Hmm.” She pretended to think. “How about… oh, I dunno… in my mouth? And what about the third?”

I acted shocked. “Who said anything about a third?”

“You did. You promised!”

“Okay, you talked me into it. Where would you like it?”

“My favorite place,” she said.

“In your mouth?”

She feigned surprise. “How’d you know?”

“Oh, a little birdy told me.”

“Mmm, a hungry little birdy. Hungry for your semen.”

“My bird seed?”

“Oh… funny! Ha ha! I just got it. Yes, I wanna swallow your bird seed.

All of it.”

“Well, I’ll probably need to rest up after I feed you that much.”

“Oh, for sure. And what would you like to do while you’re resting?”

“You tell me,” I said.

“Maybe… lick me? Down there?”

“I’m sorry,” I teased, “you’re going to have to be more explicit.”

“Fine.” She paused and let the anticipation build. “After you feed me your creamy… warm… yummy… seed, I want you to lick my… um…

pussy. Till I can’t stand it.”

I was happy to do just that.

We went back to sleep once we’d exhausted ourselves. Christy was small enough to fit in the curve of my body as I spooned her from behind, and I was a little surprised at how well we slept together. All my previous girlfriends had taken some time to get used to—although Kendall and I had never really learned to sleep together—but Christy and I seemed made for each other. Fortunately or unfortunately, I fell asleep before I could ponder the implications of that little discovery.

Dad woke us a couple of hours later with a sharp knock on the door. The room was still dark, so I fumbled on the nightstand for my watch. He rapped again, louder and more insistent.

“Yeah,” I called. “We’re awake!”

Christy complained and burrowed deeper into the pillow.

“Sorry,” I told her softly. Then I kissed her hair and climbed over her.