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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Cameron in class

Cameron and I sat in class with our history teacher Mr Brooks. Only the three of us were present as the rest of the class had gone on a field trip with the other history teacher. I had convinced Cameron not to go on the field trip because I thought it would be boring and I wanted company. Cameron is behind me sulking, apparently regretting his decision.
We sat in silence watching the seconds tick away on the clock. Mr Brooks sat at his desk in front of the class pecking at his keyboard writing emails or some such thing. Suddenly his phone started to ring. He picked it up and went out into the hall to talk. He came back in in a hurry after only a few seconds. He told us his kid was sick and that he had to go pick him up from school. He said he’d be back with his kid before class was over and that a sub would likely fill in for the remaining class periods. Finally he told us to be good then left, shutting the door behind him.
I turned around in my seat and faced Cameron. He sat with his arms crossed staring back at me. I raised my eyebrows at him. I got up from my seat and went to the door. I locked it. As I walked back to Cameron, he stared at me wide eyed.
I arrive at the side of his desk and tell him to get up. He looks up at me so I repeat myself. Cameron stands up. Our bodies are only a foot from each other. I stare into his eyes for a few seconds before grabbing him by the collar, pulling him in for a kiss. He leans into me and I lean into him and soon our mouths open up and our tongue tangle and we become inseparable. I grab his butt in both hands and pull his body against my own so that our hard cocks rub against each other through our shorts. Cameron trails a hand down my chest to my shorts. He undoes the button then slowly pulls the zipper down. Cameron breaks the kiss and stares at me, obviously about to go down, before I remind him that we might not have much time. Then I run one my index fingers between his shorts covered cheeks.
Cameron kisses me again while unbuttoning and unzipping his own shorts. He pulls them down, along with his underwear, to mid thigh. He turns and bends over his desk, supporting his weight on his elbows, showing me his anus. I put two fingers into my mouth and cover them in saliva then I bring my fingers down to Cameron’s anus and stick one in. He gasps a little as I probe around, pulling the finger out then pushing it back in, hoping to find the prostate. I pull the finger out completely for a second before returning it along with the second finger. In and out and in and out and then I hit the prostate. Cameron moans audibly and thrusts his cock against the desk. I pull both of my fingers out of him and rub the tip of my own throbbing cock, still covered by my briefs, against his anus. Cameron looks back at me.
I rub the bottom side of my brief shielded cock between bare Cameron’s cheeks again and again before Cameron tells me to hurry up and fuck him. I pull my briefs down to my ankles along with my shorts and step out of them. I rub Cameron’s lower back and thrust the tip of my cock at his anus just softly enough not to enter him. I try to tease him as long as I can, but Cameron pushes himself back towards me and my cock slides into him. He and I sigh together. He stops and I push my self in slowly and steadily until my pubic bone is in contact with his tail bone. I pull my self out half way then push my self back in faster than before. Cameron groans. I wait a few seconds before pulling my self farther out and pushing my self faster in. Cameron moans louder than before. I reach under him and stroke his cock while I pull my self almost entirely out before thrusting my self back in with enough force to make a sound. Cameron moans perhaps too loud so I bring my hand to his mouth a stick a finger in. He sucks it eagerly. I begin to thrust my cock in and out of him at a quickening tempo. Cameron moans into his my hand while still sucking my finger. The only other noise is the clapping sound being made by our colliding waists. Cameron raises himself up onto his hands so hes nearly standing. I lean forward and kiss his neck. I put both my hands on the desk next to Cameron’s and put my weight onto them and thrust harder and harder. Cameron turns his head towards mine and once again we kiss, tangling our tongues.
Cameron thrust forward and came onto the desk. His cheeks clenched my cock and I came inside him. I moaned into his mouth and he moaned into my own. I put my weight on one of my hands and brought the other to Cameron’s hard, but deflating cock. I stroked it a few times covering it and my hands in cum then brought it to my mouth and licked some of the cum off. Cameron licked off the rest then we kissed. I broke the kiss with difficulty. Cameron knelt in front of me and cleaned the cum from my cock with apparent hunger.
Cameron stood up and pulled his pants and underwear up as did I. We kissed until we heard Mr Brooks’ kid making noise down the hall. I sat at my desk and Cameron sat behind me then we both stared at the clock.

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A professor finds a very interesting way to defend his research against defunding.

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Amy – Part 3

Thanks for the previous comments. I think this is getting better, hope you agree.
This is the 3rd part of the Amy story as seen largely through Becky’s (the oldest daughter) eyes. It may be helpful to start at the beginning if you haven’t read the first two parts.
Please note that this is a STORY
Becky’s story.
Becky sat in Martin’s lap sobbing, “I can’t do this again. I can’t go through all of this all over again!”
Martin held her so tight, she felt like he was pulling her inside of him. This man, a stranger, who had a few hours ago killed one or possibly two men with his bare hands. Sure, the men had attacked her and her family.
“No one will hurt you or your family. I promise.” Martin said, gently massaging her back and holding her tight into his chest. Her warm tears seemed to go right through him.
She felt safe and warm enfolded into his arms and pressed into his strong chest. Almost like becoming a part of him. She could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. It sounded sweet and comforting and she became lost in its music.
After a few moments he asked, “Do you want to talk?”
After a long wait as she re-emerged from basking in his quiet strength, she nodded her head. Somehow, she trusted this man who had demonstrated might, viciousness, quick and decisive decision-making, and yet was warm, compassionate and handsome.
She kept her face buried in his strong shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt his broad hands on her back and butt. They felt so warm and strong like they belonged there. She could also feel his semi-hard penis on her hip and she liked it. The hand on her ass wasn’t like the knifeman’s hand. This was firm yet gentle. She could feel his cock next to her other cheek. It wasn’t hard – yet – but she thought it felt nice and warm. She wondered if it would make mommy happy again.
“Mommy was raped last year in our home,” she said.
“Oh jeez! That’s terrible,” Martin exclaimed!
“I found her, untied her and cleaned her up. She was a real mess. She had their stuff all over her and inside of her, too! It was hard to get it out of her hair. I had to wash her a lot. And it was hard getting it out of her, um…”
There was a long pause.
“Her vagina,” he asked?
“Yeah, and, um, her, um butt.”
“She’s been different ever since. She wouldn’t leave the house for weeks. After mommy lost her job we lost our house because she couldn’t make the payments. We moved two times including living in the car until we lost that too. Jenny and I lost all our friends.
“I found a job for mommy, and then found this apartment. She just got back to being herself, more or less. She still does things, though.”
“Like what, drugs? Alcohol?” Martin asked?
“Oh, no! Nothing like that. When we needed money, she would come home late at night with cash sometimes, and be a mess like when she was raped. Sometimes she got beat up and robbed. Either way, I have to get her cleaned up again.”
“She is a prostitute?” Martin asked, thinking about how on the mark Antonio was – again!
“Yes, Sir. But only when we needed the money to buy food or pay the rent. She hasn’t done it in awhile, though.”
“She has a pimp to take care of her, doesn’t she,” he asked?
“No, sir. She said all they want to do is to pump you full of drugs to get you hooked, and then use your body to make him money. Then when you don’t make enough, they sell you to another pimp, or let you go or kill you. So she just goes to a corner and hope the other girls let her. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they beat her. Sometimes a pimp will try to catch her.”
“You’ve grown up pretty quickly, haven’t you? You said you ‘clean her up’. How do you mean?”
“Well, Sir, I would wash her up. You know. All over her.”
“With her naked,” he asked?
“I can’t wash her in her clothes,” she giggled. “You’re being silly again, aren’t you! She can be real messy. Usually it’s stuff like the rape with their stuff on her. Sometimes its blood and bruises. Those are the worst ‘cause they’re hard to hide. She’ll go to work looking pretty bad sometimes.”
Martin had a mental image of Amy coming home covered in cum. Cum in her hair, on her clothes, on her face from unknown men. It was interesting that she didn’t bother to clean herself up before going home. It was also interesting that she allowed her young daughter to wash her in a most intimate way. He wondered how far this went between the two. He wondered if Jenny knew and helped in cleaning up mommy.
He also remembered his times with Tanja; how he would take her out to a nice place, feed her and then have her service him in the parking lot or at a park. He would unbutton her blouse and play with her little tits while she sucked his cock down her throat. He loved cumming on her hair, face, chest and clothes in public places.
He would also enjoy going to a convenience store and sending her in to buy ice cream. She would come back and tell him about the looks she got when she bent over to get the ice cream and flashed the store clerk and a few other strangers. She’d tell of their expressions when they realized that she had cum on her face and in her hair. Sometimes the clerk would stare, sometimes give a sly wink, or sometimes call her a slut and a whore. When she got back to the car, he could feel her heat without touching her. Apparently, Amy didn’t mind the humiliation, either.
Suddenly, he realized that he was getting excited again, and that there was a 10 year old girl on his lap, or more correctly, on his hardening cock.
“Did you work with her on those nights?”
“Oh no, Sir! Mommy said we’re too young for that.”
At least Antonio wasn’t right about everything! Interesting that they thought of it and discussed the possibilities of at least Becky working the streets like her mom.
Martin held Becky close into him, and she held him tightly. He realized his hand was on her butt and that there was nothing between his hand and her skin. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, wiggling her butt on his cock.
My word, thought Martin! What is this girl doing? She’s only 10 for cripes sake! Yet she’s making me so damned excited like…
He closed his eyes remembering the last time he held Tanja in his arms like this. Her hands were bound behind her, and her feet were tied, too. His hand had wandered up under this very cami…
He started to move his hand from her ass. “No, please, Sir. Leave it there. It feels so much nicer than that bad man’s.”
“It’s really not proper. I can’t be doing this.”Martin said.
She wiggled her butt to keep his hand there. He had to put his hand back on her butt. All her movements were massaging his cock and masturbating him. He had to put his hand back on her butt to keep her still otherwise he’d lose control.
She could feel his cock growing harder and bigger. She didn’t know why, but it felt good against her. This must be what mommy loves so much.
“She didn’t try to clean herself up? You had to do it? Or did you want to do it?” he asked as he unsuccessfully tried to move his hardening cock from under her butt. All he succeeded in doing was moving her along his cock even more.
“When she was raped she couldn’t move even after I untied her. She was so tired. But I couldn’t let her just sleep like that so I took her to the tub and washed her all clean. I got all their stuff off of her and as much out of her as I could. My fingers could only do in a little ways in her butt, but I got a lot out of her vagina. I could put my whole hand up there! I can only put a finger in mine and only part way. If I put it in too far it hurts.”
Oh, god, Martin thought! Will this torture end?? Time to change the line of questioning.
“She’s a bit bigger than you and, and she’s had two children. So what would happen after you wash her off?”
“We go to bed. She wants me to hold her and tell her over and over that I love her. So I make her feel good and she goes to sleep,” she said.
Wild thoughts were racing through his head. “Make her feel good…” Like how? Makes her cum? Feels her up? Or just makes her feel good by holding her? Damn, this isn’t getting any easier!
“That must have been bad coming home and seeing your mommy tied up like that. I can’t imagine how you felt seeing her like that. Tell me about your sister, Jenny.”
This should calm things down. Jenny’s only 7. Not much sexual could have happened around her.
“Jenny’s really smart and she loves anything to do with water. Did you really go out on fishing boats?”
“Yes, I did. Many times. We caught lots of different kinds of … um … fish … on those trips,” Martin said.
“She also likes art and stuff like that. She likes photographs and paintings, but also statutes and stuff. And she used to sing all the time, but she doesn’t anymore. I liked her singing. It always made me and mommy feel happy even if it was a sad song. She has a really pretty voice.
“Jenny took losing our home pretty hard. She had really good friends where we lived. She would go over and play games, work on school work, listen to music, and swim. They would come over to our house and play games and do stuff.
“After we lost the house, we actually lived with one of her friends family for awhile. Jenny and Lori were good friends and almost twin sisters. They wore the same hair style, liked the same music, they even shared clothes. They slept together when we lived there and they’d be giggling and stuff all night long. They’d be holding each other when we woke in the morning.
Mommy took care of the house and we helped after school. She’d clean the house and keep it neat. She’d also do the washing, dishes and cooking. But I noticed that the mom and dad fought a lot over us to get us to do stuff for them. And the dad really liked mommy.
“One time, I came home from a friend’s house and mommy and him were having sex in the TV room with Jenny and his daughter, Lori, there playing a game. Jenny said that he’d sometimes have Lori and her touch him, and that he would have sex with his wife with them there, too.
My god this girl is going to make me shoot my wad in my pants! With all the sex that these two girls saw on a regular basis…well, it’s a wonder they’re NOT working with their mother on a street corner!
“Was that the only time you saw your mom have sex,” he asked?
“Yes. I’m actually jealous of her. Really them,” Becky said.
“Jealous of who?”
“Lori and Jenny. They saw a man’s thing and touched it and saw it squirt. All I ever saw was mommy after she had sex, or when Mr. Williams was having sex with mommy.”
She nuzzled back into his neck and wiggled her butt on his cock again. “It feels so nice, I could stay here forever in your lap, Sir,” Becky said.
“Well, it feels good holding you, hon,” Martin said after clearing his throat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve held a girl in my arms. But it’s time for bed now. There are a lot of things that have to be done tomorrow and it’s very late. We need clear heads.”
“Sir,” Becky asked? “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Your mom wouldn’t like it if she found us sleeping together. She would get the wrong idea. You can sleep in your room tonight.”
“Sir, I’ll feel safer if I’m with you tonight. Please,” Becky pouted.
“No. Not tonight I said.”
“Yes, sir.”
He picked her up, turned off the light in the family room and carried her down the hall with her clinging to his neck, her face buried into his shoulder. He carried her past the first room which was dark. He peeked in and was a little surprised to find the bed empty. The covers weren’t even disturbed
. “Jenny must have gone to sleep with her mom,” he thought.
As he was approaching the bedroom Becky was to sleep in, he saw a faint light coming from under his door. Strange. He always turned out the lights when he left a room. He walked down to his room and opened the door.
Asleep in his bed was Jenny enfolded in her mother’s arms on one side of the bed.
“OK. I guess since everyone else is here, you might as well be, too.”
“Oh, thank you, Sir!” as she squeezed his neck in her most massive 10 year old hug.
“Please try to leave my head on me. Now, to bed!”
She ran to the bed and jumped in next to her mother leaving Martin the rest of the king sized bed. Martin headed to the bathroom. He had some pressure to take care of, and he knew it wouldn’t take long.
As Martin jerked himself off, he thought about the family that just fell into his world. Three apparently highly sexed girls, nice bodies, nice faces, and nice personalities. Very polite with “Sir” everywhere. Could they all be subs? Becky’s ass felt so smooth and soft in his hands. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it badly. He loved the feel of his cock…and then he came in gallons on the floor and towels hanging on the wall opposite the toilet where he sat.
Oh, this was so wrong! How could he think these things?
He cleaned the floor of his cum and put the towel in the hamper.
While he was jerking off in the bathroom, Becky slid into bed next to her mother. Her mother stirred and wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her into her breast.
Becky held her mom and said, “Mom. This is a good man. I can feel it. All the times he could have done stuff to us and he didn’t. He didn’t know us and he put himself in danger to help us. He’s strong and he’s smart. He can protect us. Don’t you blow this, mommy. I can’t go through starting over again. I just can’t do it.”
“I know, sweetie, I know! I heard you two talking and was surprised that he didn’t do anything with you, too. And I was surprised at how grown up you’ve become! Where did you learn all that stuff from? Have I been that bad of a mommy to you and Jen?”
“No, mommy. You’ve been good to us and we both love you. He’ll be coming out soon. Don’t let him sleep in another room. We need him here with us to keep us safe.”
As he went into the bedroom he saw that Becky left him room between her mother and herself for him. Amy was sitting up dressed in a long pink tee that showed off her chestnut hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She asked him, “would you please sleep here with us? We would feel so much safer with you with us.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a great idea. I mean…you know…”
“Sir. If you go to another bed, we will join you there. With what we’ve been through tonight I don’t think that we could feel safe enough to sleep alone. We trust you and you have been very generous to us. Please, Sir, one more favor. You might as well be comfortable in your bed with us, than in a strange bed with us. You can see we’re small girls and don’t take up much room, and I promise we don’t snore and we won’t eat you – at least not tonight,” she added with an impish smile. Becky and Jenny giggled.
“Well, gee, that makes all the difference in the world, now, doesn’t it?” He wasn’t going to win and he knew it. Yes, he could kick them out and then lock the door, but he knew enough about the stresses on people to know that what they witnessed can cause problems at night. The nightmares can be bad even if you’ve done it before. It would be better for all if he were there early before the nightmares began.
This could be the start of something amazing. Or it could be a nightmare in the making. He wasn’t sure which it would be. With a lot of trepidation, and with Amy holding his hand looking up at him with doe brown eyes that almost pleaded with him, he nodded.
“Thank you, sir,” Amy said, and bounced up and kissed him on the lips. Then, looking down at her feet, “Thank you for everything you have done for us tonight. You have really been a knight for us. There’s no way that we could repay you for this. I know that Becky told you a lot of things about us, but please understand that though that we are really good girls.”
“You heard us talking” he asked?
“Some of it, not all. But enough to know that she talked about sex a lot and what she and Vicky saw. Maybe I’m a bad mother for letting them see those things, but I don’t really see where I had much choice with the situation we are in. I feel like we’re just drifting with the currents. We’ve hit rocks several times, and I had to do things I wouldn’t want to do normally. But without a man to guide us… well, I just feel like we’re lost and just surviving.”
“I think I understand,” Martin said. “Let’s not think about these things right now. It’s been a traumatic day for all of us and there’s still a lot to do tomorrow. Let’s sleep and recover some. One thing we have is time.”
Amy crawled into bed. Martin watched her from behind. Her nicely formed and tight butt as it swung left and right as she moved across the bed between Jenny and Becky. She slid under the covers and waited for him.
He took off his robe and crawled into bed next to her and Becky. Amy pulled the covers over them, took his left arm and put it under her head. “I need you to hold me like this.” She hugged his arm between her breasts and turned on her side.
As she did this, Becky snuggled up against him, too. He put his other arm around her. She put her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. He then felt Amy pull Jenny against her and his arm. One big happy group.
This morning he has awoken a contented man, feeling as if he were missing nothing of any significance. Now he felt complete. He had people that personally depended upon him again. He had that physical contact again and it felt good. Sure the people in his company needed him, but this was a lot different. This was a personal dependency not an economic one.
He drifted off to sleep.
During the night, he had dreams he hadn’t had in a long time. Dreams of Tanja playing with his cock and balls. Just as he was enjoying it, she would stop. Then the dream would replay. Again, just as he was enjoying it, she’d stop. This last time, though, well this time it was different.
The dream started as before. Tanja rubbing his cock and cupping his balls in her hand, softly massaging them in her small hands. But this time Tanja put her mouth down to his cock and licked the tip of it, and then surrounding his dick. He felt like the head of his cock was engulfed in a warm wet mouth. Just as he was waking up from the dream, it stopped. He felt a movement, and then Amy leaned against him again, snuggling in and spooning. She wiggled her ass into his cock. Was she trying to get his cock between her ass cheeks?
He reached down to adjust himself. His dick was very wet. It wasn’t a dream. Maybe all the jerking off he felt wasn’t a dream either. He let his hand roam over her body. He felt her small, firm breasts. If they’re a B-cup, they’re large, he thought.
Her nipples were hard as rocks. As he rolled her nipple between his fingers, her ass ground more into his cock. He pinched it, eliciting a moan from her. She threw her head back into his shoulder and moaned, “Yesssssss!”
With his other hand he started to reach for her pussy. It was nice and smooth, with no hair at all. He was going to have to eat that pussy sometime, and make her beg to come. But this wasn’t play sex. This was rutting.
He wriggled his fingers lower to her clit. As soon as he touched it, she gasped and went rigid. Her legs spread wider allowing him better access to her cunt. She rotated her hips to make him feel her wetness and to allow him access to her hot, tight hole.
This girl is on fire, thought Martin. He had to have her now. He tried to position his cock at the entrance to her hole, but he couldn’t reach it. Then he felt a hand take his prick. He could sense her hole on the tip of his cock and he pushed into her. As he did he pinched her nipple hard.
“Ooohhhhh, god, yessssssss!!!!! Fuck me,” she exclaimed!
In a reverse cowboy his cock entered her and was pushing against her G-spot on the way in. He pushed as far in as he could and pulled out. He fucked her smoothly and fully as he pinched and pulled her nipples. He mauled her tits, bit her shoulder and neck, and he fucked her hard.
“Yesss…right there! Just like that! Harder! God, I’m so close!”
He pinched her nipples harder between his fingers eliciting a groan. He was fucking her hard now, ramming his cock into her as hard as he could. She was curving her hips down to get more of his rod into her hot, wet pussy. She wanted as much in him as she could get. Each thrust pressed against her in just the right way. Her squeezing his cock with her pussy was making him ready to explode.
And then he felt something. He felt hair on his legs. And then a tongue licking, but not his cock only. The tongue was licking her clit, too. His balls were being milked of their gifts, bringing him to the edge.
Just then he felt her breathing stop and her body shiver and quake. Her cunt spasm around his prick and he felt a flood against his cock. Then he felt not one but two tongues around his cock as he thrust into her again and again. He couldn’t hold out any more and he unleashed his own geyser deep into her hole.
“Do you feel it? He’s squirting in her,” said Jenny.
He continued thrusting into her, though more stabbing her with short hard jabs as he came.
As his cumming subsided, he pulled his legs up and apart forcing her to do the same, and he pulled her on top of him. He ran his hands over her breasts and down to her pussy. He felt his own cock inside her pussy. He gathered some of her juices on his finger and came up to her clit and just lightly rubbed his now well lubed finger over the nub setting her off again.
“You cum easily,” he said in her ear.
“Only in the hands of a Master.”
“Well, I think I had some help.”
Martin’s cock was deflating and it popped out of her vagina. When it did, the plug that held Amy’s juices and Martin’s sperm in was gone allowing the cocktail to flow. The girls licked the nectar from their mother’s pussy until no more came out. They then cleaned off Martin’s cock and balls, sucking his flaccid cock into their mouths and licking his balls.
When they were finished cleaning their mother and her lover they came up to hug mom.
“We love you, mommy,” they said together.

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The Prisoner (Part 2)

This story contains extreme elements including bondage, rape and torture. If you are not into these things do not go any further.

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New Life in Rianate 5

I’m so sorry for the wait!! The beginning of the month was crazy with the holidays, then my birhtday, and I was super busy with work. For all the people who freaked out about the story being discontinued, I would never do that because I would so hate for you all to be confused! Enjoy reading.

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Kidnapped Models

Two young models are taken and forced into a hell of sexual torments, each more brutal than the last. Will Stacey and Bianca get out of their ordeal alive? Or is their sexual subjugation just beginning?

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My First Time With Sarah Part 2: She Had Me So Close

intro: Thanks for all the positive ratings and comments. For all you new readers, please read part 1 before reading this chapter. I’m amazed at how fun it is to write down these memories and share them. I encourage others to start writing. Enjoy!
As i was driving home, my head was spinning. I went over and over the evening’s events like you would replay a good scene in a movie. Sarah was a lot younger than I, but yet she was so confident. I found it incredibly sexy.
As any teenage guy would do, I spent the remainder of the night marvelling at the situation i had found myself in and considering where things would go from there.
I went to bed without contacting Sarah. Being slightly immature, and somewhat insecure with my sexuality at the time, i found the most logical decision was to play it “cool” and wait until Sarah contacted me. Sarah must have been thinking the same, or suddenly had decided to play “hard to get” because She didn’t contact me either.
Day after day went by, and i still hadn’t heard from Sarah. In fact, I didn’t so much as see her in the halls at school. My highschool wasn’t huge by any standards, but still large enough to make running into a grade 9 in the halls fairly improbable. After what seemed like weeks (in actuality a couple days) of holding tough with the “play it cool” plan, i began wondering if what we did was more of a one time deal. My thoughts were changed when on the friday during my second period functions class i received a text from Sarah reading,
“hey stranger, what are you doing this weekend? 😉 ”
I’m pretty sure I wore an permanent smile for the rest of the day.
I worked at a local restaurant on weekends, but luckily i worked friday night and saturday morning. so relieved that i was free saturday afternoon/ evening, i quickly responded,
“Hey! i was starting to think i wasn’t going to hear from ya! 😛 im free on saturday. what did you have in mind?”
“Hey! i was thinking the same thing!!! but Amy, her boyfriend and I were going to rent a movie Saturday night. Wanna come?”
I felt foolish for waiting three long days for Sarah to text me. I made a mental note not to do it again, and considered her invite. Part of me was hoping that our next so called date would involve us being alone, however i was still excited to see her. And hey, hanging with Amy didn’t really stop us last time so who knows!
I confirmed her invite and got the details of when I should be there and we both broke off our conversation to concentrate back on class work (that was the idea anyway). The rest of the day went by incredibly fast. I worked until 11pm Friday night. I worked from 9am to 4pm the next day, and before i knew it, I was sitting down for dinner with my family on saturday. I casually brought my plans up as a dinner conversation topic. I left it so that I was just hanging out with “a friend”. After a couple of investigative questions from my parents they bought it. After dinner i got cleaned up the best i could and left for Amy’s.
When I arrived this time, I rang the doorbell but instead of receiving a warm welcome from Sarah, Amy’s dad answered the door. I was 100% thrown off my game and in all honesty I can’t remember what he asked, or what I said, but it must have worked because he let me in and showed me downstairs to where Sarah, Amy and her boyfriend were. I found them concentrating hard at playing rock band.
I announced my arrival, and received somewhat casual responses as all three of them were glued to the screen. As they played, I noticed Sarah was wearing grey trackpants with a red tank top. Im sure other guys can agree, trackpants on some girls can be a bit of an eye sore, however on a perfect ass and toned legs like Sarah’s, it looks amazing (as you can tell i have a soft spot for girls in trackpants). I sat down and watched them play (rather impressively) until they finished the song. Once they finished, Amy introduced me to her boyfriend Zack. Once introductions were finished, Sarah handed me the guitar and said
“here, you HAVE to play” while giving me a surprisingly stern look. I took the guitar and Zack chose the song “reptilia” (for any enthusiasts out there). I remember this song, because to this day it brings back fond memories. I started playing, barely managing (as I was playing on hard for my first time), when i felt a hand creep over my hip and rest in my lap. I was startled by the contact after being here only minutes. I knew it was Sarah’s hand, but i was confused and concerned as to why she did it with how obvious it would be to the others. I answered my own question when i peaked away from the screen and saw Amy and Zack with fixated gazes at the game. Even though Sarah just rested her hand in my lap, and she refrained from teasing me further, i found myself getting hard. I could have sworn i made out a small grin of satisfaction on Sarah’s face as she noticed my involuntary reaction. The fun didn’t last long though. The combination between looking away from the screen, and more importantly, the added distraction now sitting in my lap, took a tole on my playing ability and within the next minute I lost all concentration on the game and the three of us failed the song.
With the end of the game, and the increased chance of her being noticed Sarah pulled her hand from my lap and patted me on the knee as she withdrew her arm.
“nice try! you did well” she said with a smile. I gave up the guitar, and Sarah suggested to Amy that we start the movie. Amy threw in some horror movie and the four of us settled in. Amy had requested that her boyfriend and her get the long couch, while Sarah and I sit in the smaller loveseat. Sarah reluctantly agreed on our behalf, and we began to watch the movie. Amy and her boyfriend were snuggled up under a blanket and Sarah and I shared a blanket covering our legs and lap.
I half anticipated Sarah to grab hold of my hard on as soon as the movie started but she held off. This time was different. Although last time there was a chance of getting caught if Amy returned to the room, this time Amy and her boyfriend were feet away and the chance of our activities being discovered was greatly increased. We watched the entire movie without making any real sexual move apart from the odd hand caress.
The relationship/ Soft side of me was happy and content with just cuddling while watching a movie. At the same time though, I was already Hard before the movie even began. And that didn’t change with our bodies being in such close proximity to each other.
As the credits rolled for the movie, I noticed Sarah start to play with her phone. And then I noticed that Amy was using her phone shortly after Sarah. This continued for a minute or two and I guessed Sarah and Amy were talking to each other. I made a mental note to ask Sarah about this later. After a couple minutes passed and neither couple wanting to move and disturb their comfortable position. Amy finally got up, much to the discontent of Zack, and she removed the movie replacing it with the movie I Spy. I wasn’t counting on a second movie tonight, but it was still relatively early and I could afford to stay out a couple more hours. Besides I was still hard as a rock, and curious to see if anything would happen with Sarah. As the second movie started, Amy got up and took Zack by the hand and lead him away from the entertainment room. I didn’t care to look, but i made the assumption from Zack’s awkward dismount off the couch that he was dealing with similar problems in his pants.
As they disappeared out of the room behind us, Sarah leaned into me and kissed me. It was soft but still firm enough to indicate how long she was waiting for it. I kissed her back, and then i’m disappointed to say that i broke off the kiss.
“Are they coming back?” i asked
“eventually” she said with a laugh.
“they went to Amy’s room, so im sure they will be a while” she said smiling at me.
That was all the encouragement i needed, as i took control for once and moved in and kissed her. This time was longer and more passionate and it didn’t take long before our tongues met each other. Sarah didn’t waste another minute either and broke the kiss momentarily as she focused at undoing my belt. Once loosened, she dove her hand into my shorts and under my boxers. It took her a matter of seconds before she had a comfortable grip and was slightly stroking me in the same direction as my right leg.
The feeling of her warm hand on my dick was amazing. I soon realized however that my shorts weren’t very accommodating to our situation and it was difficult for Sarah to build up any speed with the limited space she was working in. At first this disappointed me, but i realized that limiting her control of my dick, was consequently increasing my endurance. Although the touch of her hand on me was sensational, I was fairly certain that i could hold out without blowing my load for a good while like this.
Pleased that our interaction was going to last longer, I decided to pay Sarah some attention and repay her for the pleasure she was giving me. I tucked my fingers under the edge of her tank top and worked my way up. To this day Im the kind of guy who takes pride in taking his time with foreplay ensuring to lengthen the experience as well as fulfill a girl’s needs. However, after being hard for 2 hours now, my mind and body ached for her. I ran my hand up Sarah stomach, and stopped only when it hit her bra. I wasn’t an expert at bra sizes, but looking back id guess her to be a large B cup at the time. Which looked amazing on her small grade 9 frame.
I worked her breasts through her bra. That didn’t last long before my desire to explore her body further drove me to tuck a few fingers under her bra. She jumped and grabbed my harm. I was concerned that maybe a pushed my boundaries and went a little too far or fast but then my worries disappeared as she took my arm, removed it from her shirt and then placed my hand directly in her crotch giving it a slight “press” before letting it go. I could feel heat rising from between her legs. I convinced myself that she wanted my hand to work her pussy so bad that she removed it from her bra. (i later found out she actually is very self conscious about her breasts and that’s why she removed my hand). I started rubbing her through her track pants. Although i new she was enjoying this, i felt by the intense look on her face she was ready for more. I stuck my hand down the front of her pants, under her panties, and went straight to work on her pussy. She was already extremely wet. And at the time i had very little to compare it to, but i can comfortably say now,she was more wet than almost every girl i have been with.
I didn’t spend much time on her clit, i went straight for what pushed her over the edge last time. I inserted a finger and started massaging her g-spot. Her pussy was so wet that the slightest motion with my finger inside of her was causing an obvious swishing sound. I didn’t care now and continued harder. She responded by doing her best to quicken the pace on my dick. the result was actually slightly painful with my shorts constricting my dick’s movement, but it didn’t stop me. I continued massaging Sarah’s insides and like before, it didn’t take long before i could feel her getting close. she removed her hand from my dick and grabbed onto my spare hand, holding it tight. meanwhile her spare hand shot to her crotch and held my hand still. My finger still deep inside her. She turned her face into my neck and buried it above my shoulder. Her hips spasmed and her pussy held onto my finger like a vice. her spasming paused as i felt what seemed like every muscle in her body contract. she stayed like this for the better part of a minute before she started to relax somewhat. Small erratic twitches still corrupted her body from time to time but she was calming down. She leaned in and kissed me. As she broke the kiss and she whispered “that was amaaaazing” in my ear. I couldn’t tell whether her loss of breath and weakened state caused her to whisper or her fear of the others catching us. Regardless it was really hot.
I’m sure before she was calmed down completely, her hand returned into my shorts and started stroking my dick again without wasting a minute. This time, without having to worry about maintaining access to her pants, i adjusted slightly giving my dick slightly more room to move allowing Sarah much easier access and control. She started at a very quick pace, obviously determined to repay me now. I knew at this pace, i wouldn’t last long. Now with less friction caused by my shorts, the feeling of her hand was blissful (for lack of a better term). As i felt myself building, knowing that i would probably lose control in the next minute, a stern voice from behind us interrupted Sarah’s rhythm.
“where is Amy?”
it was her dad. somehow he came into the room behind us without us knowing.
I could hear him approaching behind us. fear struck, i quickly glimpsed down and was relieved to see the blanket still covering us adequately. Sarah left her hand around my dick but remained mointionless now as Amy’s dad stood over us. He was evidently checking on us and apparently how the movie was. Before Sarah could answer as to where Amy was, Amy and Zack both walked back into the room.
“hey dad!” she stated as innocent as she could. Evidently the two of them heard her dad come down and came out of her room before he discovered where they were.
Amy’s dad questioned them about the whereabouts and Amy simply replied
“we went for a walk”
I didn’t think her dad was going to buy it, and I was a little nervous to be in the room when he snapped, but he calmed down and accepted her excuse and soon left us alone.
With Amy and Zack now in the room watching the movie with us, Sarah discretely withdrew her hand from my pants, and snuggled closer to me in an innocent, but somehow apologetic fashion. This is the first time i became quite clear with the meaning of the term “blue balls”. I had come so close to losing control and finishing i was almost in pain from the way things stood now. The only positive was the fact that my dick no longer hurt from being so hard after Amy’s dad scared the shit out of me and it frankly.
The movie ended and i found myself saying good bye and leaving incredibly turned on with a bad case of blue balls. Sarah stopped me at the door grabbing my shirt.
“text me when your home safe ok?” she said. I agreed before she pulled me a little closer by my shirt and kissed me. It was innocent at first but after we momentarily broke, she pulled closer to me still, and we made out for a long minute. before she said bye. Once again i swear i could sense an apologetic tone in her voice but i couldn’t be sure.
I drove home quickly, wanting to get home and “relieve” my pain. Once i got home I kept my promise and sent a text to Sarah. She hastily responded saying “im really sorry about tonight. ill make it up to you i promise!”
The last part of the message jump started my imagination. As if i needed more fuel to run with while trying to remove my “tension”. I went to sleep thinking about what she was talking about and how long id have to wait before i found out.
End of Part 2: She had me so close
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Sis Comes Home For Memorial Day – Part III

When I woke up Saturday morning, I found I was alone in bed. I glanced around the apartment and did not see Melissa anywhere. Then I spotted a note on the nightstand. “Went out for a morning run. Shouldn’t be long. Love you… Melissa.”
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I had just turned the water on when I heard the door open. I heard the Melissa come in the front door. “You better not be taking your shower without me!” she said walking toward the bathroom. “Did you forget that we were going to take it together?
I stepped out of the bathroom telling her, “I thought you wanted to wait until after we got mom and dad’s approval for our new relationship.” She looked sexy in her running outfit. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her t-shirt was probably about a size too big.  She couldn’t have been wearing a bra because her nipples were clearly outlined. If the fact she wasn’t wearing a sports bra wasn’t surprising enough her chose of running shorts was even more so.They were bright red and so tight they you could make out the outline of her pussy. Her skin was covered from a light coat of sweet.
“That was just for making love silly,” she laughed. “We can find other ways to play Bro.”
I went back into the bathroom and turned the shower off. Sis was in the kitchen downing a bottle of water to quench her thirst.
“I have a few ways in mind,” I said with a smile. “What’s with the morning run anyway? We’re going to get a workout working in the yard and setting up tables at the folk’s house today. Not to mention the special workout I have in mind for you.”
She walked up to me guiding my hands to her legs.  “I don’t think you’ve really felt these yet. Not a bit of flab on them is there? I doubt even your special workout would keep them in this kind of shape. Whispering in my ear she told me, “Let me tell you a secret Bro, your little sister gets really horny from her morning runs.”
I was not surprised the way her tight shorts must have been rubbing her pussy with each stride. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my hands up and down them feeling the tight muscles in them. I then moved my hands to her waist. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband I pulled her shorts down and she stepped out of them. My face was now inches from her pussy. My hands cupped her ass and pulled her closer. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating.
“Cat’s got your tongue again huh?” She asked.
It sure did and with those words my tongue parted her pussy lips and started licking. Every few licks my tongue would tease her clit. As her breathing grew harder so did my licking. She ran her fingers thru my hair as she started to grind her pussy against my face.
“Oh god your tongue feels good bro!” she moaned as I stuck my tongue into her hot wet pussy. “Oh yes!” she yelled. I started fucking her with my tongue.  Her breath started to come in short gasps. “Aaawwww fuuuck!” letting out an ear piercing scream as she started to come.
Not saying anything she pulled me to my feet and locked her lips with mine. Our tongues probed each others mouths in the most passionate kiss we had shared yet.  We moved toward the bed and she fell on top me. We broke our kiss and practically tore what little clothes we were still wearing off of each other.
She dove for my dick taking its entire length in her mouth. Her head was a blur as she fucked me with her mouth with the same enthusiasm as I fucked her with my tongue. “Suck it hard Sis!” I begged.
Just as I ready to come she came to a stop and slowly pulled her mouth off it. She started licking up and down the length of it occasionally taking the head in her mouth.  Whatever she did the change of pace kept me from shooting my cum down her throat.
I reached out taking her leg and pulled it toward me. Sis knew exactly what I wanted and straddled my face. “I’m glad you’re still hungry,” she told me lowering her pussy to my face. As she continued the tortuously slow licking of my dick my tongue slowly explored her pussy avoiding the sensitive spots I had discovered moments earlier.  I guess she decided two could play this teasing game as her long licks turned to soft kisses on my dick, balls, and thighs. Despite the slow teasing i felt that I was soon going to cum. I could tell that Sis was about to cum as well because her thigh muscles were starting to tighten. She must have sensed I was ready as well. Simultaneously she swallowed my dick as I sucked and nibbled on her clit and we both came together.
As we laid there recovering, I said, “Geez Sis, that was so intense my balls actually hurt.”
“I’d be happy to kiss them and make them feel better,” she said sympathetically.
“You’d end up with a face full of cum if you did,” I warned her.
“I’ll have to see if you live up to those words another time. Right now we need to get a shower and get over to mom and dad’s house.”
I pulled her to me and we kissed for a few minutes.
We got up and headed toward the shower. I turned the water to the shower on adjusting the temperature so it would be warm enough to be comfortable, but not so hot that we ran out of hot water. I had a feeling that this shower was going to last a while and get pretty hot anyway.
We climbed in and started washing each other. We didn’t miss a single inch of each others body.  After we finished washing, Sis put some shampoo in her hand and started washing my hair. She pushed me under the spray and rinsed it for me.
“I have another fantasy that needs fulfilled and I would bet you have the same one,” she told me as she handed me the shampoo.
“You’re right.  I have dreamed about it so many times I’ve lost count,” I told her honestly as I started washing her hair. She had her eyes closed and played with her breasts as I worked the shampoo into her hair and lightly massaged her scalp. After a few minutes she told me that was good but I had missed some. I poured a little more into my hand and shampooed her thick brown bush of pubic hair.
“I’m planning to let my hair grow long again,” she informed me. “But only if you’re going to help me take care of it.”
“You’ve got a deal,” I replied with a smile.
She pulled away and rinsed the shampoo from her hair.  I reached over to shut the water off for the shower.
“Not so fast… did you forget you bought me conditioner too?” she asked. “Make sure you work it in real good.”
I repeated the process with the conditioner instead of the shampoo. This time I did not miss taking care of her bush. I could tell she was enjoying my hands working the conditioner into her pubic hair.
“I think I know a better way to condition my pussy,” she said. Sis then put her arms around my neck and started to wrap one leg behind me.  Knowing what she wanted, I took her ass in my hands and lifted her up. She wrapped her other leg around me locking them together. With her back against the wall, my dick was pressed against her pussy. Slowly she started sliding up and down.  The conditioner had made things very slippery and the juices coming from her pussy made it more so. Melissa just stared straight into my eyes not saying a word as she worked her pussy against my hard dick. Her speed increased and she added some side to side movement as well. This time there was only soft moaning from each of us as we came again collapsing down to the floor of the shower.
The water was now totally cold bringing us back to reality. Looking at the clock, I knew we had to get going soon. “Sorry Sis, but playtime is over for this morning. We need to get dressed and get going,” I told her.
“That’s okay Bro. we have our whole lives ahead of us for playtime,” she said with confidence.
When we got in the car and started driving to our parent’s house, Melissa made a call on her cell phone. Speaking into the phone she said, “Hi dad. Mom asked me to call and let you know when we were on our way. Okay, we’ll see you in a few. I love you Dad.”
I reached over and ran my hand up and down her leg. “Melissa, I’ve been thinking about what you said at the airport when you said I should practice what I preach. I’d like to start running with you. Any time I start trying to do anything like exercise to stay in shape I just don’t stay motivated. Would you like partner?” I asked.
“I’d love that. Since we’re going to be partners in everything else let’s add morning runs to the list,” she said with excitement. “You won’t believe how much more energy it gives you to start the day.”
“I think I found that out already. Take it easy on me to start, I’m definitely not as good of shape as you,” I told her squeezing her thigh and feeling how firm it felt.
“I will, but seriously you seem to be in decent shape. You seem to have a lot of stamina,” she said eying the bulge in my pants. “You need to keep that under control for the rest of the day.”
“Hey that goes of you too,” I teased glancing toward her hard nipples.
“Damn, I should have worn a padded bra, but I don’t even own one anymore,” she cursed. Her eyes lit up as though she had an idea and opened the glove box. Reaching in she pulled out the first aid kit.
“You should have been a Boy Scout. You’re always prepared,” she said with a giggle. She looked around and told me, “We better pull into that empty parking lot for a minute.”
Not sure what she was up too, I did as she asked. I parked the car as she took off her t-shirt. She opened the first aid kit and pulled out two pieces of 4 inch square gauze pad. She lifted one cup of her bra and placed the gauze on her breast before pulling the cup back down. She repeated the action with the other breast. After putting the t-shirt back on she pulled it tight against her. Looking down, she checked the results.
“That seemed to work. Let’s go.”
“What about my problem?” I pointed out looking down at the bulge in my pants.
“Hmmm, I could give you a quick blowjob, but from how that went earlier you stay pretty hard even after you cum.” Her eyes lit up again as she looked in the first aid kit. “I’ve got it!” she announced as she pulled out the scissors from the first aid kit. You could hear the ‘snip snip’ as she opened and closed the blades as she stared at my lap.
“Sis!!!” I hollered. I knew she was joking but just the thought of it made me cringe.
“It worked though,” she said as she glanced down at my crotch. My hard-on was now gone.
She leaned over and gave quick peck on the lips.
“Okay, we’re both ready. Let’s get going,” she instructed.
We were surprised when we arrived to not find our parent’s sitting outside enjoying the nice morning as they often did. As we entered the house the smell of fried bacon in the air explained why.
“Just in time,” said my dad. “I thought we could share a nice family breakfast together.” The table was set for four with bacon and fried eggs on each plate. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of orange juice and set it on the table.
Mom was finishing making toast. “Does anyone want a cup of coffee?” she asked.
Melissa and I both replied that juice was fine.
“You two really didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” Melissa said.
“Oh nonsense dear,” Mom said back. “You two are doing us a great favor by helping out. Your dad and I both hate to admit it but it is getting to be a little to much for us to do this every year. By the time our guests get here we’re too tired to really enjoy it.”
Looking at Melissa, Mom continued, “I know you’re gonna tell me you’re watching what you eat, but I don’t want you working on an empty stomach and passing out. If you want there is some fruit salad we got for the cookout.
“Spoil yourself this morning Sis,” I chimed up. “You said you like to treat yourself to a real breakfast every few weeks and you did skip your usual breakfast to workout this morning,” pointing out to her and trying to keep a straight face.
“I didn’t realize our new found friendship was going to include you ratting me out to our parents. I may have to reconsider things,” she said smiling sarcastically.
Mom noticed it was just playful banter between us but having some fun she asked, “Shawn was there something you should been ratting out about your little sister all these years?”
Caught off guard my stomach knotted up. Melissa came to my rescue and responded, “I promise I’ve been a good girl and Shawn has been a good boy. I only regret that it has taken us until now to become friends again.” She gave me a sisterly kiss on the cheek. “Now let’s eat I’m starving.”
We both dove into our meals enjoying the first home cooked breakfast either of us had eaten in a long time. The rest of the meal was the normal chit chat people exchanged at breakfast. Melissa surprised me by eating a second helping.
When she finished eating I took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. “Okay Miss Piggy, it’s time to get to work,” I told her.
We picked up our plates taking them to the sink and rinsing them. Suddenly bolting toward the door she hollered out, “Last one out has to cut the lawn!!!”
Knowing that she hated cutting the lawn I maintained a normal pace and headed out side.
While I cut the lawn, Melissa took care of hosing down the patio and cleaning up the the furniture. Once all that was done we set up the tables and chairs. Our dad instructed us where he wanted them set up as he cleaned his grilling area up. That was always his domain and he had insisted on taking care of it himself.
Mom took a break from taking care of the food prep and brought us out some homemade lemonade while we all took a break.
With all the major work done I asked if anything else needed to be done.
“We did pick up some new flowers that need planted and some other work in the flower bed,” she said with sadness in her voice.
Like the grill had always been Dad’s domain, the flower bed had been Mom’s. It must have been difficult for her to ask us and admitting to herself it was getting to be to much work for her.
“Sure Mom, we’ll need your expertise to let us know what goes where and whatever else needs to be done,” Melissa volunteered.
That brought a smile back to Mom’s face knowing the flowers were still her baby and Melissa and myself were just doing the grunt work.
We went to work planting the new flowers with Mom pointing out where she wanted the various types. She asked Melissa to trim the dead growth from the existing plants while she went inside to finish some of the kitchen work.
I found myself starting to take in the sight of my gorgeous sister as she bent over working on the plants. With the the exception of not having the tight running shorts on she had the same look as when she came in from her morning run and I found myself getting hard remembering the hot sex we had that morning. Melissa must have noticed it and brought me back to reality. “Snip snip,” she said holding up the garden shears.
I picked up a small bit of dirt and tossed it at her. She in turn did the same which turned into a playful fight between the two of us. The forgotten memory of doing the same as kids came back to me.
“Okay you two,” interrupted Dad. “I see your playfulness with each other is still the same. You did a great job on the flowers and I am sure your mom will be happy with it. She and I still have a few things to do in the kitchen. Why don’t you both get cleaned up a little and relax in the living room.”
Walking into the house we both looked at each other nervously. The time had come to let our parents know what our feelings were and how we wanted to be together.
After Melissa and I cleaned up we went to the living room. Melissa sat down on the couch. I started to sit next to her, but instead went over and started fixing Mom and Dad’s normal afternoon drink. I mixed them a little stronger than they normally would. Looking up at Melissa I asked, “Do you want one also Sis?”
“You really have to ask?,” she said. “Maybe you should have one too.”
“Actually I’m fine,” I replied. I took Melissa her drink then and got Mom and Dad’s and set them on the end table next to the loveseat. As I took a seat our parents came into the room.
I pointed to their drinks on the end table and they picked them up and sat down next to each other.
Dad spoke up saying, “We really want to thank you both for your help today. We’ve decided this will be the last Memorial Day cookout we host. It’s just become to much for us for us both to handle. You were both kids when this tradition started. It is very special that you are both here for this last one.”
“You know this really doesn’t have to be the last one. Shawn and I have already discussed that we could help out every year. If you need help with the other things we can help with those as well,” Melissa offered.
“Hey remember when we were little how the two of us would take the snack trays around so everyone could socialize?” she directed at me.
“Yea that was actually pretty fun,” I said. Forgetting how I am usually uncomfortable around large amounts of people I added, “Let’s do that tomorrow.”
Mom about spilled her drink and dad looked just as shocked. Mom looked at Melissa and said in a demanding but joking voice, “Okay girl spill it. Where is your brother and who is this guy? Are the police going to be here soon and digging up my flowers?”
We all busted up laughing. As the laughter subsided, Melissa responded, “Come on Mom we may have been cold toward each other for so many years but we would never hurt each other.”
“We know that dear,” mom responded. “You two never even fought that i can recall. Your offer to help is so sweet, but we can’t bother you to come every year to help out. We know you can’t always break away from work even for the holidays.”
“As for the two of you serving the guests together again you have remember that most of the guests are getting old,” Dad said. “They’ve noticed how cold you’ve been toward each other. We might as well call the paramedics now to invite them because there will be a massive outbreak of heart attacks!”
Again the roar of laughter erupted. Mom’s comment about Melissa coming back every year opened the conversation to letting them know that Melissa was moving back. The conversation was about to become much more serious.
“Mom and Dad… I have something I’d like to tell you,” Melissa said with happiness in her voice. “I’ve decided it is time for me to move back.”
Before she could say anything further Mom and Dad both came over and the three of them embraced. Tears of joy were in everyone’s eyes including my own.
“That is great sweetheart,” Dad said. “We have some things we’ve been storing in your room, but it shouldn’t be any problem clearing them out. You can stay here as long as you’d like until you get your own place.”
The moment of truth had arrived. It was time to tell them our plans and how we felt about each other.
Melissa responded, “That is very nice of you to offer but I…” Stopping to take my hand in hers she continued, “we have decided…”
Taking over I said, “We have decided that the two of us would live together.”
Mom looked sad again asking, “I can see you’ve gotten along for a these past few days staying together, but isn’t Shawn’s apartment a bit small for the two of you to share for the month or so for you might need to find a place of your own Melissa?”
“You’re right Mom,” I agreed. “It is too small. Melissa and I really haven’t had a chance to discuss that yet, but it goes without saying we would need a bigger place. We should be able to find pretty nice place we can both call home.” I felt her hand squeeze mine lightly as her nervous smile transitioned to a happy one.
“Gee, when you put it that way it sounds so permanent. Your mom and I pretty much gave up that you weren’t planning on a new relationship. You’ve just been content living your current life alone,” Dad said looking at me. “We’ve been alright with that as long as it that is what you’re happy with.”
“But you Melissa…” Mom joined in the conversation, “from seeing the renewed interest you’ve taken in your appearance it’s pretty obvious that you want to have someone in your life. What happens then? Do you kick your brother out? Do you move out leaving him stuck in a place bigger than he’s comfortable with?”
“You’re right Mom I do want a long term relationship again, but Dad you’re wrong about Shawn. He wants one as well. The relationship we both want and have wanted for a long time is with each other,” Melissa said with a sigh of relief.
The full meaning may not have been apparent yet, but now the words were out there. Attempting to clarify them I placed my other hand over the one’s we were holding already. She placed her’s over mine. We looked at each other smiling and turned toward our parents. If not for the fact that we were siblings it would seem like any other newly engaged couple telling their parents the good news.
“Mom and Dad. Melissa and I are in love with each other,” I said to them with sincerely.
Looking a little confused as the words were sinking in Dad responded, “Well of course you love each other. Despite how cold you were toward each other growing up you’re still brother and sister.”
Taking her turn Melissa said, “We do love each other as brother and sister. We also love each other as a man and woman can love each other, both emotionally and physically.”
Before they had time to react to that, I added, “Did you ever wonder why we were so cold toward one another? You’ve said it yourselves that it started when we hit our teens. I think the emotional love has always been there although we were too young to understand it at the time. When we’d go to the zoo, I’d drag Melissa around showing off to her with what I knew about the different animals. Just like a boyfriend would do with a girlfriend. That is how we acted yesterday when we went as well including enjoying a beautiful sunset and the effect it could have on a couple.
Melissa continued, “When we hit our teens the attraction became physical for both of us. I could tell Shawn found me attractive. That is what gave me the confidence to start dating. After dating a few different guys I knew in my heart that it was Shawn I loved. I never acted on those feelings because I didn’t know until recently that he felt the same. I kept it to myself all these years because I thought he would hate me if those feelings came out.
“That is how it was for me as well with one exception. I never found the same self confidence she did until the other night when she dragged me to Coaches,” I said attempting to lighten the tension a bit. “The other couples there didn’t know we were siblings and treated us like a couple. Since I didn’t have to put up that wall with Melissa, I was more relaxed.”
Mom took a sip at her drink which was long gone already and asked, “Why are you telling us this? I mean you could have gone ahead with your plans letting us think it was a simple thing like a brother and sister offering support to each other following your broken marriages and what happened behind closed doors would only be for the two of you to know.”
“If we had proceeded behind your back and somehow you found out, we know how disappointed you would be with us. We want to be open with you about it and if either of you feel you can’t accept it we won’t do it. We would both bury those feelings deep inside of us and act like a brother and sister the remainder of our lives,” Melissa replied.
“So… you’re asking for our approval?” Dad asked in a raised voice.
I didn’t sense anger in his question but wanting to convey the strength of our feelings I said in a louder voice, “Yes sir. If this was a conventional relationship I would be asking you for permission to marry your daughter. Melissa and I love each other and want to live together as husband and wife.”
We all sat in silence for what seemed to be an eternity but in reality was probably less than a minute.
Breaking the silence Mom said, “You know as you were both growing up your father and I discussed many possible situations the two of you might get into and how we would deal with them. No parent ever wants to think it could happen to their children but we thought it best to prepare ourselves. We discussed things like drugs, early pregnancy, getting in trouble with the law, and others. We’ve been a fortunate family that nothing like that ever came up. This is a situation we never even imagined or prepared for.”
“Could you both give your mom and me time to talk privately?” Dad asked. “It shouldn’t be long. Maybe if you took a walk around the block together.”
Melissa and I both thanked them for hearing us out.
“Like your mom said we didn’t anticipate this situation, but we always agreed that no matter what you came to us to talk about we would listen” Dad said.
Still holding hands we left the house.
We walked in silence both reflecting on what we had told them and how they reacted.
When we reached the first corner, Melissa looked at me asking, “Well what are you thinking?”
“Well they stayed pretty calm about it and didn’t kick us out and disown us.” I said.
“Come on Shawn, we both knew inside that wouldn’t happen. We know our parents well enough that the worse that will happen is they won’t be able to accept it and we keep our promise to them that we return to a normal sibling relationship.” Melissa responded.
“Okay. I think it went pretty good myself. It seemed to be a lot easier than I thought it would be to tell them. I know I have problems saying how I feel most of the time, but when there is something I really believe in very strongly I don’t have any problem. They both know that and I think I expressed things with that same conviction today. Also the way we told them I think helped a lot too.”
“What do you mean?” Melissa asked.
“Did you notice how naturally we took turns telling them things or answering their questions? I think it demonstrated that both had the same feelings and how strong they are,” I explained. “How about you? What are you thinking?” I asked in return.
“I’ll keep it simple,” she responded pointing to a nearby house with a for sale sign. “We need to start house hunting.”
I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, but since we grew up in this neighborhood and there were sill many people who knew us we had to limit our display of affection. Instead I put arm around her and gave her a quick kiss in her head.
As we reached the final corner we recognized one of the old neighbors. He spotted us as well and walked to the sidewalk greeting us, “Melissa and Shawn…It’s so good to see you both.”
I shook his extended hand telling him, “It’s nice to see you too Mr. Burns.”
“I think you’re a bit old to be so formal. Call me Tom.” Turning toward the house he hollered, “Honey come out here.
Mrs. Burns stepped out of the house onto the porch. Seeing us on the sidewalk she walked toward us opening her arms giving us both a hug. “Melissa you’re looking great. We were so sorry to hear your marriage broke up.”
“Thank you Mrs. Burns,” she answered but was interrupted.
“What a I told your brother goes for you too young lady,” Tom said in a chastising voice.
“Thank you Donna,” Melissa said correcting herself. “They say all things happen for a reason. I truly believe that my marriage ending only means that someone even better is out there for me.”
“That’s the spirit Melissa, many people think its the end of the world when their marriage ends and can’t seem to move forward.”
I knew that comment had been directed at me but withheld a grin or comment. If only she knew how wrong she was in my case.
“We noticed you earlier helping your folks out. Are you going to be at the cookout?” Tom asked.
“Unless something unexpected comes up, We wouldn’t miss it Tom,” I answered.
Donna reminisced, “I remember when you two were little coming around with snacks at the cookout. You looked so cute together.”
“They still do,” added Tom. “I wish our kids got along and were as friendly to each other as you to seem to be”
Thinking quickly before we both burst out laughing Melissa said, “We still have some details to work out with Mom and Dad, so if you’ll excuse us, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
As we walked up the driveway our parents were sitting on the porch waiting. Dad held the door for us and motioned us inside. They followed us inside.
Before we took our seats again. Dad stepped toward me taking my hand and shaking it while placing his other hand on my shoulder.
“Congratulations Son. This may be a biased father’s opinion but you couldn’t have made a better selection for wife than my beautiful daughter.”
Mom at the same time was giving Melissa a hug and kiss congratulating her and commending her choice.
Mom and Dad then swapped places. Mom giving me a hug and kiss and Dad giving Melissa a hug and kiss. They then moved over and sat down together.
Melissa turned to me with a stunned look in her eyes saying, “Shawn, please tell me this is for real and I’m not just dreaming.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s for real Melissa,” I told her as I leaned forward and kissed her on her lips.
“Sit down you two lovebirds,” Mom instructed. “We have some planning to do.”
“What do you mean Mom?” asked Melissa.
“Well if you’re going to live as husband and wife your dad and I think you should have a proper ceremony,” Mom told us.
“But Mom, you were a legal secretary for so long. I am sure you know we can’t legally get married.” I pointed out.
“There is another way,” Mom started to explain. “I think it was about 15 years ago or so the firm I worked for had a gentleman as a client who was gay. He knew that he couldn’t marry his partner legally so he inquired about having a Commitment Ceremony. We researched the subject and informed him it would not give him any of the legal rights given to married couples but at the same time no laws would be broken if he and his partner had one. Have either of you ever heard of a Commitment Ceremony?”
Melissa spoke up, “Actually this morning I was looking online for ways we could express our love for each other and read about them. Although I felt that you would give us your approval, I never thought you’d be so supportive. I never discussed it with Shawn. We’ve already expressed our feelings to each other with informal vows last night. I thought we would just leave it at that.”
Being somewhat bewildered, I asked, “Would someone please fill me in on what you’re talking about?”
Melissa turned to me saying, “Honey… A Commitment Ceremony is almost like an actual wedding. It can be as simple or extravagant as the couple wishes it to be. The only real difference is that it is not considered a legal marriage. There is not marriage license and you don’t really need an officiant to preside over it. Like Mom pointed out gay couples have been doing it for years.”
Turning to Mom, Melissa asked, “Do you think we should have one? It would just be the four of us. The only other person I would trust to know would be Amy and she lives out of state now. It would seem so right if you and Dad would witness it.”
I started to say something, but Dad stopped me. He informed me, “Son, This is now in the hands of the women we love. Our job now is to leave everything to them and help them if asked.”
“Your dad and I talked about it while the two of you were walking. You’re going to need a few things to help you make your new neighbors think you are married. Melissa you’ve already changed your name back so that part is taken care of. I think these would help also.”
Reaching down between the cushions she pulled out a small royal blue box that was extremely faded. Opening it she revealed a set of wedding rings. “They were your grandparent’s rings,” Mom stated. “They wanted me to give them to one of you when you got married. I guess subconsciously my maternal instinct sensed things might not work out for either of you so I never passed them along.”
Adding to the discussion, Dad added, “The love and feelings the two of you showed tonight is the same true love that your grandparents had and that your mom and I still have for each other. We both want to show you are support by passing them on to the two of you knowing that your love will indeed last forever.”
“Moving on to the next item,” Mom continued. “Would tomorrow morning be too soon? We could do it right here in the house. The cookout could be your reception.”
“Tomorrow would be fine Mom, but we can’t tell the guests about this so how could we consider it a reception?” Melissa inquired.
“Working around those lawyers I learned the art of manipulating words around so you could be telling the truth and not revealing the truth. Some of those guys could probably make a murder a candidate for sainthood,” Mom said proudly. “You just leave that part to me.”
“So now that we know when and where I have a question for you Melissa. I know my wedding gown isn’t quite as fancy as the one wore for your wedding. Would you like to wear it tomorrow?” Mom asked.
Melissa was at a lose for words. Thru her tears she could only nod yes.
Standing up and looking at me Mom directed, “Shawn your bride and I have a lot to do to get ready for tomorrow. Call me old fashioned but I still believe that the bride and groom should not see each other the night before their wedding. I need you to go home and gather up her things and bring them back. I don’t think I need to tell you what you need to do for your part.”
Turning to Dad she told him, “Let’s go outside for a bit and give them some alone time to say goodnight to each other.”
They were barely out of the room when I took Melissa in my arms kissing her with a tender passion. We were both crying by the time we broke apart.
“It’s really happening isn’t it?” Melissa making more of a statement than a question.
“It sure is,” I answered. “Mom is right there are some things I need to take care of. I’ll miss you tonight but knowing we’ll have the rest of our lives to be together I can handle it. I better get going before Mom kicks me out.”
“Okay Shawn, I’ll miss you too.”
We came together for one final kiss before I left.
“I’ll see you in the morning then,” I told her.
Melissa whispered in my ear seductively, “I’ll be waiting for you my love.”
I drove back to my apartment in a mixed state of happiness and disbelief.
After I arrived I quickly gathered Melissa’s things packing them back into her suitcase.
Looking around I knew I had to make better plans for us to spend our first night as husband and wife. I started to search online for hotels in the area that had bridal or honeymoon suites. I knew it was a longshot but I started to make some calls. As I thought most of them were already occupied, but on the fourth call I got lucky. The newlyweds who had booked it received a surprise gift. The couple’s parents had gone together booked a cruise for them leaving Sunday evening. The hotel extended the normal checkout time for them, but told me they could have it available by 5:00 PM. I told them I’d take it asking them if I could get it for Monday and Tuesday night as well. Melissa’s flight was scheduled for Wednesday. That was something I needed to talk to her about because I wanted to go with her.
With that out of the way, I got in the car to head to the mall. Our parent’s house was on the way so I stopped to drop off Melissa’s things. When I arrived there was a strange car in the driveway with out of state plates. Dad met me on the porch to take the suitcase.
“Do you have company?” I asked.
“Amy’s in town. Seems she’s having some marital problems. She knew your sister was back also so she called her. They’ve always been the best of friends so Melissa asked her over. With a wedding dress out Amy asked what was going on so she was filled in on the secret,” Dad informed me.
“How did she react?” I asked.
“Actually pretty good. She seemed more happy for the two of you than surprised. Are you okay with Amy knowing? Dad asked. “It seems kind of awkward considering that you and Amy used to see each other.”
“Actually it is. I know Amy well enough that she’ll be discreet about it. I’m happy that Melissa can now share it with her best friend. Amy’s pretty smart I wouldn’t be surprised if she had things figured out already since she was close to both of us.”
“She’s being a big help. It’s probably good for her and keeping her mind off her own situation,” Dad said.
“I better get going then. I need to get to the mall and see if it’s possible to get a tux on such short notice,” I informed him.
“Wait here a minute. I think I can help you with that,” said Dad as he turned to go into the house.
Returning a few minutes later he hand me a business card reading ‘Ted’s Tuxes’.
“I’ve had to use them at the last minute many times. The law firm your mom worked for always used to host short notice black tie events. I don’t know why I just never bought one,” he seemed to be asking himself. “I took the liberty of calling them. I didn’t give them any details as to why you need one. I’ll leave that up to you. Since you’re average size they think they should have something in the store already that would fit you. They’re expecting you.”
“Thanks Dad. Give the ladies my best.”
“One more thing Son,” he said stopping me. “I think you should consider finding somewhere nice for the two of you to spend tomorrow night. I’m sure you’ll find it more romantic than your apartment.”
“Already have it taken care of Dad.”
I proceeded to the tuxedo shop and picked out an appropriate one. I opted not a tradition groom’s tux with tails so as to not raise any questions. Fortunately they had one on site that fit me decently. Because Dad had called, they asked one of the seamstress’s to come in and handle any required alterations. After about 45 minutes it was ready and I could take it with me. I graciously thanked everyone. As I handed the seamstress a one hundred dollar bill for coming on her day off to take care of me, she said, “That’s very generous of you sir. I wish you and your bride the best of luck.”
“Thanks,” I said. “How did you know?”
“I’ve been doing this long enough to know that about the only thing a man would need a tux for on a Sunday morning would be for wedding. Since you weren’t picking a particular style you couldn’t be a last minute substitute to be a groomsman. So that would mean you’re the groom. Can I take a guess at something else?” she asked.
“You seem to be on a roll, so go for it,” I told her.
“Well seeing that it is a holiday weekend either you or your bride came in from out of town. The two of you probably were a couple from times past or very good friends. When you got together the sparks just flew and those feelings you’d had toward each other just came out.”
“You are one hundred percent correct. Again thank you very much.”
I had two more stops to make wanting to get Melissa something special.
When I got home started to straighten up things and do the laundry. I didn’t know how long I might be gone helping Melissa get things in order and ready for her move back.
While I was waiting for my laundry to finish. I sat down at the computer and wrote what I thought would be appropriate vows. I emailed them to Melissa’s phone to get her opinion.
Finally I felt that everything I needed to do was finished. Sitting down it really started to sink in that the woman I loved most in life felt the same about me and we were going to be together the remainder of our lives. My thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of my smart phone letting me know I someone had sent me text message.
Melissa: They’re perfect Shawn.
Me: I’m glad you like them.
Me: Is Mom keeping you busy?
Melissa: She was for awhile. She’s baking a cake now. It won’t be a traditional cake though. Having Amy here has been a big help.
Me: Yea Dad told me she was having some marital problems. How’s she doing?
Melissa: Good. I hope it’s alright I told her everything.
Me: No prob. She can read us both like a book. She’d have figured it out quickly.
Melissa: I think she may have already but won’t admit it.
Me: Why’s that?
Melissa: It was her idea that I stay with you when I came back for the holiday
Me: I guess I owe her big time then.
Melissa: We both do. I’m really glad she can be a part of this.
Melissa: Hang on she wants to say hi.
Amy: Hi Shawn!
Me: Hey girl. How are you?
Amy: I’m doing great! Can I call you instead of texting?
A moment later the phone rang.
“Hi Amy,” I answered.
“Thanks for letting me call, I am not very fast at texting. I wanted to tell you how happy I am for the two of you. I know it’s out of the ordinary but I always thought there was special bond between the two of you.”
“I’m happy that you’re here to be a part of it. I know things didn’t work out between us but I still think of you as a close friend. I want you to know whatever is going on with your life we’ll both support you in any way we can.”
“Shawn that is very sweet of you. Your sister already told me the same thing. Let’s save that talk for later. Tonight and tomorrow belong to you and Missy.
Amy is the only person that can call my sister ‘Missy’. It was one of the only things I would do that I think Melissa would get mad at me about.
In a whisper Amy asked, “Did you get a nice room for the two of you to spend your wedding night?”
“Do you think the Bridal Suite at the Marriott will be nice enough?”
“Fuck yea,” she exclaimed. “How the hell do you manage to do that?”
I heard Melissa in the background ask what we were talking about.
“It’s a short story, but I’ll tell you another time. Don’t tell Melissa I want it to be a surprise.”
Amy told Melissa she’d find out soon enough.
“One more thing I got her a couple presents and one of them I want her to have before the ceremony, I you need to get it from me when I get there in the morning.”
I heard Melissa faintly, “Did you ask him yet?”
“Ask me what?”
“What kind of plans you had for the rest of the night,” Amy answered.
“Nothing really, why?”
“Since nobody is throwing you a bachelor party maybe I should come over and to a little dance for you. Maybe a striptease or pole dance?”
“That won’t work since I don’t have a pole in my apartment,” I said thinking I was off the hook.
“Oh Shawn… I haven’t forgotten how good it feels to ride the pole between your legs.”
“Amy, I can’t believe you’re talking about doing something like that with Melissa hearing what you’re saying.”
“It was her idea Shawn!”
I heard Melissa say, “Was not!!!”
She and Melissa got into a friendly was not… was too match for a few seconds.
Amy finally conceded, “Okay it was my idea, but you told me to go for it.”
Melissa admitted, “Guilty… I remember how much you said you liked how he ate your pussy and now that I’ve experienced it myself I wouldn’t want to deny my best friend the pleasure.”
“So what do you say Shawn? Want to have one final hot night in the sack together? We have Missy’s approval.”
“As tempting as that is Amy, I’m saving my energy for tomorrow night. From what I’ve heard in the last few minutes I’m sure you know we haven’t fully consummated our relationship.”
“I’m actually relieved that you turned me down. It shows me how much you love her. Well my pussy isn’t relieved though. I’ll have to work on it later. Hey I should see if the talent runs in the family and get your sister to eat me. I’ve never tried it with another woman before but I hear its pretty good.”
I could hear Melissa talking but couldn’t make out what she said.
“I guess I’m out of luck because Missy just told me she’s saving herself for tomorrow as well. She did hand me one of her vibrators to play with instead. She wants to ask you something but I told her she couldn’t on the phone, but to text you instead. Those silly marriage traditions haven’t caught up to the 21st century yet. I’ll see you tomorrow Shawn.”
Before she hung up I heard the unmistakable sound of vibrator placed against her phone.
A moment later I heard my phone buzz.
Melissa: Hey Shawn…
Me: What?
Melissa: About Amy, I know you think Amy and I were just teasing, but I was serious.
Melissa: If you want her to come over I am totally okay with it. I really think she could use some affection.
Me: Right now all I can think of is being with you tomorrow night
Me: If you and her want to fool around I’m okay with it.
Melissa: I have thought but it at times but have never tried it.
Melissa: It’s the same for me as with you. I can only think of being with you right now,
Melissa: I am really looking forward to tomorrow.
Me: I am as well
Melissa: My god Shawn, You should see Amy.
Me: ???
Melissa: She is fucking herself silly with the vibrator.
Me: No way…
Melissa: I’m serious want me to take a pic and send it?
Me: Better not… I’m only human and don’t want to get a hard-on over someone other than you tonight.
Melissa: I almost forgot. I wanted to ask you to bring the adapters to hook my phone up to the stereo.
Melissa: I’ve picked a really good song for our first dance. I’ve had it since it came out and would always think of you when I hear it.
Me: I’ve had one too. I wonder if they’re the same.
Melissa: Let’s keep them a secret until our dance.
Melissa: If they are different. we’ll just have two special songs for our first dance.
Melissa: I’ve got to go, I think my nymphomaniac best friend just came so hard she passed out.
Me: Goodnight then my soon to be wife. I love you.
Melissa: I love you too, my soon to be husband.

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