Family Ties

“I think it’s time for you to meet someone,” I said.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

Now take out my cock.”

Her strong fingers found my shaft and pulled it out.

I groaned softly and had to fight down the urge to fuck her then and there.

“He’s so hard,” she whispered.

“He likes you. A lot.” I chuckled at a thought. “Have you thought of a name for him?”

She grinned guiltily.

My forehead creased, and I finally had to admit that I didn’t get it.

“You know… good things come in small packages.”

“No, it’s a Good Thing.”

“And you’re a small package?”

“Hmm… I’d better check.”

I slid my hand further into her panties and felt her pubic hair. It was soft and springy and parted easily when I ran my middle finger down her cleft. I watched her reaction as I teased her gently and spread her moisture.

She looked at me steadily and swallowed hard, but that was it. I pushed the tip of my finger between her labia. They slid apart, so I probed her opening. She finally closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose.

I gently slid my finger into her, up to the second knuckle. Then I moved it back and forth, which made her whimper.

She moistened her lips and nodded. Her fingers tightened around my cock.

We made out as I slowly finger-fucked her. I tried to insert a second finger but she tensed up, so I switched and used my index finger until it was wet with her juices too. I found the hard little bead of her clit and began moving my fingertips over it in small circles.

She gasped and arched her back.

After several minutes I whispered, “Are you going to come for me?”

She moaned softly and began rocking her hips. After a minute or two she squeaked and went rigid. I slid my middle finger inside her and crooked the tip against her G-spot. Her back arched, so I wiggled my finger inside her and pressed her clit with the heel of my palm.

She squeaked again and tried to squirm away, until I released the pressure on her clit but left my finger inside her. She slowly sagged to the cot and stared up at me wide-eyed. Her nostrils flared as she caught her breath.

“The first of many,” I said.

Danny called quietly from the door when he returned. Christy stirred in my arms but didn’t wake completely.

“I’m awake,” I said to him, and he emerged from the house. In a soft voice I added, “I’ll make sure she gets back.”

He nodded and began taking off his clothes. “Dunno why I even bothered to put ’em back on,” he said. “Whole house is asleep.”

“Did you have a good time?”

“You were right. Two hours was definitely better.”

“You going running in the morning?” His watch beeped.

“Wake me if I’m not already awake. I’ll go with you.”

He pulled the covers over him and rolled over.

I decided to wake her before my willpower deserted me completely. I slid my hands under the thin silk of her camisole and cupped her breast. I gently toyed with her nipple, which immediately grew stiff.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled.

“It’s a parting fondle.”

“Time to go back to my room?”

I grinned. “I don’t want you to either. But rules are rules. Besides, if your dad caught us…”

She snuggled deeper in my arms. “Just a few more minutes? Then I’ll go.”

I woke up with a gun to my head.

I opened my eyes and blinked in the glare from the overhead light.

“Don’t fucking move,” Rich said.

My eyes slowly shifted to the gun, a big, black automatic. My skin prickled as adrenaline flooded my system.

Christy came awake but didn’t move. She must have heard Rich’s voice and felt me tense.

“Wake up, Birdy,” he told her.

She opened her eyes. They went wide when she saw the gun.

“Get out of there, Birdy. Now.”

“Rich, what’re you doing?” She slid her hand back.

I couldn’t believe it when she grabbed my rapidly shrinking manhood. At first I thought she was fondling me, but instead she tucked it into my boxers.

“Get the hell out of there, Birdy. Now, Goddammit!”

Someone opened the door to the house. Terry’s voice said, “Ready to go?

Whoa! Rich? What’s the situation?”

“Yeah, Rich, what the hell?” Danny was awake too, and just as confused.

Rich pulled back the covers and yanked Christy up by the arm.

“Ow! Rich, you’re hurting me!”

I felt an irrational surge of anger.

“Get up, you little shit stain,” he snarled at me.

I leapt to my feet as my emotions coalesced to a white-hot point.

He stepped back and leveled the gun at my chest.

I moved toward him, bent on murder.

“Rich, what the hell are you doing?” Terry said.

Danny stood. “Yeah, Rich, what’re you thinking?”

“Rich, don’t hurt him,” Christy pleaded.

“Shut up!” His eyes snapped back to me. “Move again and you’re dead.”

“Yeah?” he said. “You think you’re tough?”

“Rich,” Danny said slowly, “don’t do anything stupid.