Family Ties

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She leaned into me for a kiss and felt for my erection at the same time.

She sighed when my lips touched hers and then again when my cock swelled at her touch. I pulled her toward me, and we made out as she stroked me.

Unfortunately, the responsible part of me couldn’t stop thinking about the time. We needed to pick up the pace, and she couldn’t make me come fast enough, so I decided to take over.

“You want me to come in your mouth?” I said.

“Get on the floor, on your knees.”

Her eyes flashed and she scrambled off the bed. She knelt obediently and I stood over her. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began stroking.

I shook my head with a silent chuckle and wondered about my sanity.

Christy moistened her lips in anticipation, which put an end to my conversation with the little head.

“Get ready,” I said.

She rose on her knees and opened her mouth. I aimed my cock and groaned as the first spurt gushed onto her tongue. She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes to savor it. When I finished shooting, she swallowed and then licked her lips. Without thinking, she kissed the tip of my cock.

“Oh my gosh,” she said to cover the slip, “that was a lot. Almost as much as before.”

I nodded down at her. “It’s what I do.”

“And that was the third time. Wow. That’s more—” She caught herself in time, but I grinned anyway.

She’d been about to admit that she had more experience than she’d let on.

“Yeah,” I said into the silence, “I shoot a lot. It’s a little less each time, but…”

“Still a lot,” she finished.

“Mmm hmm.” I looked at my watch.

“Yeah, sorry to rush. I’d rather be lazy in bed the rest of the morning, maybe go for another round or three—”

“Three? Are you serious?”

“Mmm. I like being your sex kitten.”

“Better than ‘nympho’?”

“Well, you’re both, but I won’t call you that again. Still, we need to get a move on. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t think you were serious about more.”

My parents had showered already and were at the sinks in the bathroom area.

Mom had her towel wrapped around her waist, but Dad’s was draped around his neck. Christy immediately shielded her eyes with her hand.

“Relax,” I told her quietly. “You don’t have to look, but don’t make a big deal about it either.”

“This is so weird,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

“You’ll get used to it.”

She lowered her hand and walked forward hesitantly, and I had to hide a grin as she looked at my parents through her lashes. She stiffened in surprise when my dad turned toward us. I’d seen him hundreds, maybe thousands of times over the years, but I looked at him from Christy’s perspective.

My mom raised her arms to brush her hair back. Her breasts were full and round and soft, and the sight of them in the mirror drew my eyes immediately. Christy’s too, if I had to guess. They swung gently as Mom leaned forward for a closer look at her face in the mirror.

“Morning,” Dad said as we approached. He looked at his watch. “Cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?”

“Something came up,” I deadpanned. “We had to take care of it.”

Christy reacted as if I’d goosed her.

“I’ll bet,” Dad chuckled. “Still, get a move on.”

He turned back to the mirror and used the ends of his towel to wipe his freshly shaved face.

“Ready to do this?” I asked Christy quietly.

She took a deep breath and nodded. She set her towel and toiletry bag on

an empty sink. She’d insisted on wearing my button-down, and her fingers fumbled with it.

“There’s a trick to a man’s shirt,” Mom said. She smiled reassuringly.

“I can do this,” Christy told herself, and she wasn’t talking about the buttons.

I watched her in the mirror and then saw the clubhouse door swing open behind us.

Erin blew in, and I immediately grew suspicious at her timing. Mom must have thought the same thing, because she glanced at Erin and then her watch.

“I know,” Erin said. “Sorry I’m late. I’ll get a move on.” She flung her things on the sink next to us and pulled off her T-shirt.

Christy watched out of the corner of her eye and seemed surprised by Erin’s complete lack of modesty, although it wasn’t really “modesty” at all.

Erin was simply unselfconscious and comfortable with her own body. Christy silently balked at the idea of joining her.

“You can do this,” I told her.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she squared her shoulders and gazed at herself in the mirror. Then she took off the shirt and deliberately let it fall to the floor. My parents and Erin turned to look, but none of them stared. I could feel Christy’s tension and anxiety, but they slowly dissipated when no one made a big deal about her nudity.

“And don’t you forget it,” she whispered back.

My parents finished and said they were heading back to their room to get dressed.