Family Ties

“Once I got over the initial shock, I started thinking about you and Wren together… with me.”

My eyebrows flew up.

“Mmm hmm. It was… pretty steamy.”

She shook her head. “Not yet. I’m not ready. But it was fun to think about. And then you—!” She laughed. “I was thinking about the three of us, getting more and more worked up, and your penis decided to say hello.”

“I told you, you get hard a lot. Well, you must’ve known what I was thinking, ’cause you sure reacted.”

“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Of course. But I’m proud of you too.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” she cautioned. “I just said I wasn’t jealous, not that I want you to hop into bed with Wren. Besides, I don’t think Trip would like it.”

She laughed softly. “How long’s it been since then? You know I stink at math.”

“A month and a half,” I said with a grin. “A little more, actually. Seven weeks.”

“It doesn’t seem like a long time when you put it that way. But…”

“We’ve been through a lot since then.”

“I know. I… feel closer to you than I’ve ever felt to anyone.”

“You mean it? Closer than even Gina?”

“Even Gina,” I assured her. I tried to put my thoughts into words. “Gina and I… started on the same page, I guess you could say. We already had a lot in common, so we didn’t have to explain things to each other. It’s different with you and me.”

“You can say that again.”

“You and I are growing into each other. That’s important.”

“My mom thinks so too. That’s one of the things she said she noticed about me.”

“Mmm hmm. How much I’ve changed since I met you. Your mom said the same about you. We were talking about it in the car on the way to the grocery store. She said you’re ‘self-contained,’ whatever that means.” She laughed softly. “Oh, and she really wants me to feed you more. She thinks you’re too thin.”

“What do you think?”

“I… think she might be right.”

I chuckled. “I know what you mean.”

“You can’t believe how hot you are either?” she teased.

“But they’re all small!”

“Small is fine. It’s the curves that count. Yours may be smaller and tighter, but you have ’em… in all the right places.”

“Thank you,” she said demurely. “But… I know one thing I need to change.”

“My bush.” She shivered with eagerness. “I don’t know why I get so excited thinking about it, but I do. Like you said, it’s a sexual thing, one that I

“Oh my gosh, yes! I had so much fun at dinner last night. No one stared at me or made me feel uncomfortable or anything. And…” She lowered her eyes, and I suspected she was blushing. “I like looking at everyone else.”

“Yeah, that is fun. One of the fringe benefits.”

“Your family and Susan’s are all so attractive.”

“Some more than others,” I said facetiously.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Humble, you’re very attractive. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?”

“Where you’re concerned? Absolutely. Now… since we’re talking about my dick, let’s discuss where you want your first load of semen.”

“In my mouth?” she suggested helpfully.

“Good answer. How ’bout the second?”

“Hmm.” She pretended to think. “How about… oh, I dunno… in my mouth? And what about the third?”

I acted shocked. “Who said anything about a third?”

“Okay, you talked me into it. Where would you like it?”

“My favorite place,” she said.

She feigned surprise. “How’d you know?”

“Oh, a little birdy told me.”

“Mmm, a hungry little birdy. Hungry for your semen.”

“Oh… funny! Ha ha! I just got it. Yes, I wanna swallow your bird seed.

“Well, I’ll probably need to rest up after I feed you that much.”

“Oh, for sure. And what would you like to do while you’re resting?”

“You tell me,” I said.

“Maybe… lick me? Down there?”

“I’m sorry,” I teased, “you’re going to have to be more explicit.”

“Fine.” She paused and let the anticipation build. “After you feed me your creamy… warm… yummy… seed, I want you to lick my… um…

pussy. Till I can’t stand it.”

I was happy to do just that.

Dad woke us a couple of hours later with a sharp knock on the door. The room was still dark, so I fumbled on the nightstand for my watch. He rapped again, louder and more insistent.

“Yeah,” I called. “We’re awake!”

Christy complained and burrowed deeper into the pillow.

“Sorry,” I told her softly. Then I kissed her hair and climbed over her.

Dad knocked a third time before I yanked open the door. “We’re awake! For fuck’s sake, quit knocking!”

“Well, you asked for it,” I said defensively. “Didn’t you hear me shout?”

“But you kept knocking anyway.”

“I wanted to make sure you were up and moving.”

“I’m not a kid, Dad.