Family Ties

I thought about making her come again but decided to work up to it slowly. I left my hand where it was, as a sort of promise for later.

She sagged to the bed and breathed hard through her nose. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized I’d been studying her body.

“I know it’s not what you’re used to,” she said quietly.

Athletic, too. And… spiritual.”

“You were about to say ‘religious.’”

She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed for several languid minutes and parted slowly. Then she glanced at the bulge in my khakis.

I grinned. “Are you ready to meet Mr. Big?”

She nodded eagerly, so I stood and pulled her with me. She practically

vibrated with impatience, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut steel. I tweaked the left one.

“Oh, no fair,” she gasped.

“Distracting me right when I get the chance to meet your penis.”

“Ah, then I’d better stop.”

“Thank you.” She untied my sweater and then went straight for my shirt. I thought she’d be nervous, but she opened the buttons with sure hands. She planted soft kisses on my exposed skin as she continued down the row. When she finished the last one, she slid her hands up my chest and pushed the shirt and sweater over my shoulders. I shrugged them off while she unbuckled my belt.

My erection made a tent in my boxers as soon as she lowered my pants.

She grinned and sank to her knees, where she pulled off my shoes, socks, and finally my khakis. Then she gazed at the bulge in my underwear.

“He’s ready for his debut,” she said.

“I’ve already had mine.”

I chuckled. “To rave reviews.”

“But are you ready for Mr. Big’s debut? He’s a bit nervous. What if you don’t like him?”

“Big enough,” I said. “But don’t get your hopes up for John Holmes.”

She looked up and gave me a sly grin. “I know who he is.”

“Mmm hmm. I told you, I’m not so innocent.”

She grasped the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. My cock sprang up and bounced gently in front of her. She lowered my shorts and I stepped out of them, but she never took her eyes off my hard-on. She wrapped her small hand around my girth and squeezed gently. Then she stroked a couple of times and simply watched the skin move over the shaft.

“Very much.” She looked up and met my eyes. “You remember that thing about your favorite breasts?”

“Well, that’s how I feel about your penis.”

“Mmm hmm. The only thing I care about is, ‘Can I touch it?’” She grinned until she replayed her words in her head. “Oh my gosh! That makes me sound like a tramp.”

“No,” I chuckled. “It makes you sound like someone who knows what she likes. Besides, I know you’ve seen others.”

I didn’t want to get into an argument—the little head would’ve sulked for a month if I had—so I didn’t call her on it.

“But yours is bigger.”

“He’s big,” I said with a laugh at a sudden memory, “but your hands are small too.”

“My grandfather used to tell me to marry a girl with small hands.”

“‘Makes your johnson look bigger,’ he said.”

“You don’t need any help in that department.”

“Ha ha. Use my own words against me. Fine. I get it.” She wasn’t really upset, though. She was too focused on my dick, and she continued stroking slowly. “He’s so hard,” she said at last. “And so soft at the same time.”

“Mmm hmm.” I wanted to put my hand on the back of her head and guide her mouth toward me, but I forced myself not to. The effort left me with a tingling sense of urgency that I knew all too well.

“He’s so big,” she said again. “I don’t know if he’ll fit.” She was hinting for all she was worth, but I refused to take the bait.

“You’ll find out,” I said, “when you’re ready.”

She nodded and gently touched my balls. Her hands were warm, which made me think of other places where she might be warm.

“Ooh,” she said with surprise as my cock swelled. “He likes it.”

“Mmm hmm. And if you keep stroking, he’ll show you.”

“You know,” I said noncommittally.

“Is it anything like a liquid diet?”

“Well, you have a very big straw.”

“It has to deliver a lot of liquid.”

“What if it’s too much?”

“Then you’ll have to swallow twice.”

She grinned up at me. “You want me to swallow?”

“I’d like that.” She flashed a quick, bright smile and then returned her attention to my cock. She stroked it firmly and used her other hand to massage my balls. It definitely wasn’t her first handjob, and I felt the pressure building. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I tried to hold back anyway.

She concentrated on what she was doing as she pumped her fist up and down my shaft. My dick did look larger in her hands, and I silently chuckled again at my grandfather’s words.

Christy picked up her tempo, and her firm breasts bounced with the movement. She knew I was getting close.