Family Ties

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She rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Now, back to Wren. Don’t get too upset at her. I know it sounds shallow, but I didn’t think of you in girlfriend terms until she told me what you like. I mean, sex is way too important.”

“I can tell. Your whole family talks about it all the time.”

“Uh-huh. And now maybe you understand why it’s such a big deal. And why I really started to like you once I realized you weren’t a prude.”

“I’ve never been a prude,” she protested.

“Yeah, I know. That was my fault. I had a bad series of girlfriends with major religious hangups, and I painted you with the same brush.”

“Not only here, but nude and horny too.”

“My kind of girl. So… what should we do about it?”

“Uh-uh. You tell me.”

“I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Well… yes. Or no. You know what I mean.” She shook her head in exasperation. “Okay, maybe I have a few hangups after all. So sue me.”

“I’d like to use you instead. But… you have to ask.”

“Can’t you just do it? You already said—”

“I feel like such a tramp when I talk like that.”

“Thank you.” She took a deep breath and said to herself, “I can do this.”

“You’re fearless,” I agreed.

“Tell that to the butterflies in my stomach and Sister Prune in my head.”

“Sister Prudence. She taught Morality and Christian Living.”

“And never had an impure thought in her life.”

“Not likely,” she snorted.

“But you just said it,” she pleaded. “You know what I want.”

“Yep. But you have to ask.”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Okay, here goes…” She took a deep breath. “Will you please… go down on me? There! I said it. Are you proud of me?”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I want you to… you know… lick it.”

“Ugh! You drive me crazy you’re so stubborn!”

“That’s all you have to say? ‘Yep’?”

“You are so annoying! I don’t know why I even like you.”

“Because I let you be yourself. And I don’t judge you for it. I don’t think you’re a tramp or a slut or even a nympho. Instead, I tell you it’s all right to like sex. It’s all right to say things in private without feeling embarrassed.”

“Okay, here goes…” She looked me directly in the eye. “Will you please throw me on the bed, spread my legs, and lick my pussy till I beg you to stop?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

Christy woke me sometime in the middle of the night. I was lying on my side and she was facing me as she fondled my erection.

“You’re awake,” she said when she felt me stir.

“Uh-huh,” I said through a yawn. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Still dark.”

“S’okay.” I closed my eyes and yawned again. “Sorry. ’S a bit early, even for me.”

“I was tired of waiting.”

“I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop working. Did you know you get hard at night?”

“Prolly dreaming of you,” I mumbled.

“He kept poking me, and it was all I could do not to play with him.”

“Feel free. Any time. Don’t mind.”

“Mmm, good.” She caressed my balls and sighed deep in her throat. “I can’t believe I never realized you shaved them. I mean, I’ve seen you up close and personal for a couple of days. And before, all those times I sketched you. But I never noticed. I just thought you were naturally smooth or something.”

“I like it. They’re so smooth and soft. Makes me want to— Well, you know.”

I still wasn’t completely awake, but I knew better than to fall into that trap. “Uh-uh. You hafta say it.”

“You could say it for me,” she said sweetly.

“Nope. Doesn’t work like that. Rules.”

I used the time to force myself awake. My internal alarm usually went off before six, but it felt much earlier than that. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and waited a bit longer. Christy was a stubborn little thing. She didn’t stop playing with me, but she didn’t make a move either.

“Do you want me to…?”

“I can’t. Besides, it’s your job.”

“My job to tell you to suck my cock?”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t work like that.”

“You keep saying that,” she griped.

I decided to change the subject. “So,” I said mildly, “you like that I shave?”

She finally gave up and said in exasperation, “Why are you so stubborn?”

“Because I’m a woman.”

“I can tell,” she said with a squeeze. “So… why won’t you do what we both want?”

“I told you, ’cause you’re the man and I’m the woman.”

“Yep. Says me. We’re equals in this relationship, partners.”

“And one partner has to be in charge. That’s you.”

“So if I told you to spread your legs and get ready for sex, you’d do it?”

“No fair! You can’t use logic against me.”

“It’s the only thing that seems to work,” I said with a chuckle. “You’re as stubborn as I am.