Message-ID: <24367asstr$959670605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: thor4u@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8gu5ko$kc7$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon May 29 16:25:11 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP by Request: TWO FAMILIES - The Teenage Years, Ch 3/13 (mf, inc) Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 03:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius AUTHOR'S NOTES: Posting Schedule: This story is reposted due to numerous requests. Because of the length of the story, many of you have missed chapters. For that reason I am going to try to post on the following schedule: Friday, May 26 - Two Families - The Cruise in its entirety (6 Chapters) Monday, May 29 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 1-6 Tuesday May 30 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 7-13 Wednesday, May 31 - Two Families - Epilogue These postings will be made to alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories.incest, so if miss a chapter in one newsgroup, you can probably find it in another. Another method of finding missing chapters is to go to your favorite search engine and search for TWO FAMILIES only in the newsgroups, rather than web pages. What is Two Families? First of all -- this story is completely fiction. The story is in two parts. The Cruise details a memorable week in the lives of two close families - a Caribbean cruise. The Teenage Years picks up at the end of the cruise and follows the two families until the day our hero -- Jason Bradford -- leaves home for college. Then, the Epilogue returns about 10 years later in Jason's life and lets you know how everything turned out for our two families. As always, comments are appreciated -- either posted here to the newsgroup or by email to thor4u@my-deja.com Enjoy the story. ********************************* Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Three By Thor4u After the happy, but anxious, hugs as the kids greeted their parents, Jack said, "Well kids, Betsy has told me you two are in love. I think we ought to sit down for a while and talk." He was pleased to see both nod eagerly. Jack expressed his surprise, and he was honest in outlining his misgivings about the relationship. He was worried about them, and he also had a lot of conflicting emotions himself, just like Betsy had experienced. The kids paid rapt attention, listening carefully to every word, not interrupting...just like they had with Betsy. Finally, after carefully explaining his feelings, Jack concluded by talking briefly about sex. "Betsy has told me about your sexual activity. I'm not comfortable with it. But as long as you're doing it, I wish you two things. I wish you as much enjoyment as my sexy wife and I had this weekend. (Nervous laughter from all four) And I urge you to be very, very careful. We simply cannot have a mistake. Understood?" Both kids nodded seriously. "There's one more thing. I'm still working on things...I guess we all are. I'm really not going to be comfortable with you guys having sex while we're here in the house. We'll give you your space. We'll give you time to be alone, but please don't have sex while we're home. I'll work on this, and I'll let you know if I change my mind, but for now that's how I feel." Then it was time for the kids to talk. As usual, Kim spoke for their hearts and Jason spoke for their minds. This was a pattern that would continue to emerge in the days and weeks ahead. They seemed to sense that Kim could better capture and express their emotions, but that Jason was better at analyzing problems and developing solutions. Jason spoke first. "Well, first of all, of course we will respect your wishes, and we appreciate that you are sensitive to our needs and respect them. When our wishes conflict, of course we will follow yours. You are still our parents. But before we really get into this, Kim has something to tell you." Kim smiled sweetly, and then laughed when she saw a look of terror in both parents eyes. "Oh stop it, you two! I'm not pregnant and I'm not going to get pregnant, for God's sake! I have an education to finish, remember? And I have a brain, remember? And so does Jason. That's not what I have to tell you!" As her parents laughed weakly (that was exactly what they had immediately feared), Kim continued. "This is very important to us. It is very important to us that you know this and believe this and understand the meaning behind this. We didn't have as much fun sexually as we hope you did this weekend. We didn't have sex. We slept together, and it was wonderful, but we didn't have sex. We wanted to wait until we all could sit down together and discuss the situation first. We just wouldn't have felt right." "Oh my God!" Jack exclaimed. Then he looked quickly at Betsy and asked, "What do you think? 30-70? 40-60?" With a huge smile on her face, Betsy replied, "Split the difference, 35- 65!" And they both laughed. The kids asked what that was about, but the parents said never mind, just parent code. The kids accepted that -- they had codes of their own. But then both parents poured their hearts out to the kids, telling them how proud they were of that decision. They said it wasn't necessary, and that they had the green light now (subject to Jack's restriction), but the decision showed a great deal of maturity and responsibility. Kim corrected them, "No it didn't. We didn't do it for that. We just did it because we wouldn't have felt right. It's not about maturity and responsibility, it's about values and loving our parents, that's all." The four lovers then tried to launch into a discussion of possible problems on the horizon. But they couldn't think of any to talk about. They all knew they would appear soon enough, but for now it was enough to just put the first step behind them and move on. They cooked some hamburgers on the barbeque for an early dinner, and spent most of the evening talking about other things. As bedtime approached, Kim and Jason excused themselves and walked slowly down to the pool deck. They talked happily for a few minutes, and then melted in each other's arms. Two delightfully happy hearts had a lot to say to each other. Betsy called Jack to the kitchen window so he could enjoy the moment with her. Soon two pairs of hearts were talking -- Kim and Jason on the pool deck below and Betsy and Jack in the kitchen. Starting a pattern to be followed from now on, Betsy and Jack went upstairs first to give Kim and Jason a chance to say goodnight. ********* The next afternoon (Thursday), Kim and I had time together. Mom and Jack didn't make a big deal out of it, but they said they had some stuff to do, and it was going to take a few hours. We found out later that they went to some stupid movie just to give us time to be alone. We jumped into my bed and fucked like wild animals for about two hours. I couldn't get enough of Kim, and she couldn't get enough of me. It was a repeat of the long fucking session in her cabin. At the end of the session, Kim said, "Damn, I'm glad we got that behind us! I was so hungry for you, Jase. I've been hungry for you for two weeks. And God, your cock feels good!" I didn't have to say anything. Kim knew I felt the same way. When Mom and Jack returned, we were swimming, but I'm sure they could see the happiness, satisfaction and gratitude on our faces. No one said anything about it. For the next week, Mom and Jack mysteriously disappeared every day, each time for an entire afternoon. Kimmy and I got our fucking out of the way and spent most of the time just making love. We had some beautiful moments. Our hearts did a lot of talking. We were confident now that we wouldn't have to scramble around for an opportunity to be together, and Jack had another trip coming up in a couple of weeks, so we were much more relaxed. One day we didn't even have sex. We just went to the beach together. We quickly discovered a problem with the beach, though. At home, we could be ourselves and do anything we wanted. The beach was a different story. We were in public. We saw kids we knew. We saw teachers and adults our parents knew. We couldn't do anything! It was like being handcuffed, not even being able to hold hands or kiss. We stayed about an hour and left. We returned home and spent the rest of the time in the pool. That was much better. But we had uncovered a problem that neither of had really given much thought to. We really had to watch how we behaved in public. Not only when we were together, but when we were out with friends or our parents. As we discussed the problem with Mom and Jack that night, Mom saw another component of the problem. We not only couldn't molest each others bodies in public, we had to be very careful how we talked about each other to other people. After a couple of times in public with only one of us, Mom had noticed that we missed each other. The way we compensated was by continually bringing each other up in conversation. We both did it. Our guards were down at home, and we talked openly, even in front of our parents after the first few days, but we'd have to watch our words with friends outside the family. The way we felt would be very obvious if we weren't careful. We eventually developed some codes for being together in public. In the summer, if one of us got lonely or just wanted to say "I love you" in public, we would say "Hey, do you want to go swimming tonight when we get home?" Or something along those lines. That brought up the image of our hearts talking beside the pool. The first time Kim said that (in church of all places!), I got it immediately. As the weather turned colder, we talked about taking a walk after dinner. The destination and meaning were the same. There wasn't much we could do about the urge to bring up each others names when we were apart. But Mom mentioning it was a helpful warning. It helped us anticipate a potential problem. As far as I know, neither of us ever slipped up again. A couple of weeks later, when Jack returned from a trip, he called a family meeting. It was very short. "I've been talking to Betsy every night, and a lot of our discussions have been about you two. We are both very proud of you two. Betsy was right, you two guys really are something together! "But we have a little financial tight spot coming up, and I think we need to work together, to kind of tighten our belts for a while...at least until Kim goes back to school. Betsy and I have discussed it and I think we have come up with one way you two can help. It concerns laundry." Kim and I looked at Jack like he had two heads, but Mom was just smiling quietly, so we didn't know where the hell he was going with this. "I think -- and Betsy agrees, of course -- that we could save a lot of money on laundry if you two slept together. One set of sheets to wash and all that, you know. Betsy and I do it, and I think you have shown the maturity to shoulder your fair share of the financial burden around here. "Because we sometime have guests like Brenda and Cassie come over, you will have to maintain both bedrooms. But you can sleep together. In Jason's room, please, not upstairs. We like our privacy too, you know." Kim and I both gasped, and then hugged Jack. Then we hugged each other, then Mom. Mom had actually told us it was okay to sleep together when Jack was out of town, but we decided not to, for the same reasons we didn't have sex when they were in St. Augustine. We wouldn't have felt right sleeping together behind Jack's back. She must have told him. A lot of fun things happened that summer. Of all of the great times we enjoyed, the most exciting was one day at the pool. Jack was out of town and Mom had told us she and Brenda were going shopping for the afternoon, and were going to have dinner before coming home. Since we were sleeping together by then anyway, we didn't really need the signal. She just told us so we could plan on getting dinner for ourselves. We decided to spend the day at the pool by ourselves. It was toward the end of the summer, and our long private talks had increasingly turned to dreading Kim's return to the University of Alabama. But on this day, we didn't dwell on that. We just grab-assed like we always did and had a great time. When we got out of the pool, we reapplied sun block to each others backs. I did Kim first, taking off her top and massaging her beautiful breasts gently for a long time. No craziness, just stroking them and enjoying their beauty. Kim didn't seem to mind. Then Kim put block on my back, giving me a nice massage in the process. She told me to turn over on my back, and I did so without even thinking about it. Kim gently pulled my suit off and began to apply sun block to my quickly rising cock! Wow! It really felt good! Kim told me to move from the chaise lounge to one of the chairs. I quickly did so without questioning. Then she knelt bare-breasted in front of me and began to again softly stroke my cock. By now, it was fully erect, and very happy. Then, my outrageously sexy sister told me where she was going with this little exercise. "I want you to cum all over me, Jason. I've wanted you to cum all over me ever since that night, right here, when you told me about being with Brenda. I want you to spray my face, and hose down my big tits. You want to do that, don't you lover?" "YES!" Of course I did, what kind of a silly question was that? Kim had stroked my cock many times, of course, but always in preparation for sex. She had never jacked me off -- or anyone else. So she asked me to help her, to give her instructions and guidance as she went. I did. I guided her through the first climax, encouraging her and then telling her to hurry just before I let loose the first blast of cum. She took a big shot right in the face and then directed the rest to her spectacular tits. Then she started again, looking me hotly in the eyes, and urging, "Talk to me, lover! Tell me how to jack you off! Tell me what you want!" And the more talking I did, the more questions she asked. And the more we talked about how this felt, and whether or not I liked that particular little movement, and whether the amount of squeezing was just right, or the pace should be quicker...the more we talked like that, the hotter we both got. Kim directed the second blast of cum all over her tits again. As I eagerly rubbed it into her big breasts, she started panting with lust and began talking to me again, jacking eagerly as she did. Kim has a really filthy mouth sometimes...and I love it! This was one of those times, and she told me graphically how much she loved my big monster cock, how much she loved jacking it, and how tasty it was in her mouth when she blew me. Kim anticipated the next blast of cum, jacking me right in front of her face and then eagerly deep-throating me when I started coming. Hot cum poured down her hungry throat, and she only missed a small speck. I think she did that on purpose, because her eyes were burning with lust as she licked it off of the side of her mouth, grinning lasciviously. That was three. I knew Kim was going to go for six (or more) to break Brenda's record. And I knew I had plenty for her! The fourth and fifth shots of cum went all over her tits again. I eagerly rubbed them into her breasts, always marveling at how beautiful they were and how perfect the nipples looked when they got rock-hard like this. The record was tied! Kim paused for a few seconds, catching her breath and allowing me to start breathing again. Then she sat in my lap for a few seconds, kissing me deeply. I pinched her nipples and twisted them, driving her crazy. She did the same to mine, with the same effect. As our tongues hungrily probed each others mouths, I could taste my own cum. I went nuts. Kim stood up, quickly removed her bikini bottom and then knelt back down in front of my excited cock. My cock was so swollen and red, I thought it might explode! Kim began to stroke my mighty rod again, slowly at first. She talked to me like a slut, she begged me to tell her how I felt and what I wanted to do to her. The more we talked, the crazier we got. There was not even any mention of a new record, we were much too excited for that. As I neared a huge climax, Kim begged me, "Tell me what you want, big- dick! I'll give you anything! Suck me, fuck me, I don't care! Just tell me what you want, my monster-cocked stud! Tell me and I'll give you anything!" Carried away by the craziness of the moment, I almost screamed, "I want to fuck you in the ass, you little slut!" The response was immediate. "Oh Jason, sweetie...I thought you'd never ask! I've been waiting for you to ask me for that!" Then as I exploded in her hand for a world-record sixth time, Kim laughed and said, "C'mon, horse-cock! Spray my ass! Shoot your cum all over my ass!" She released my cock, stood up, turned around and bent over. But in that position, she couldn't continue jacking me. So I did it myself. I shot spunk all over her beautiful ass. It was an amazing moment. Kim laughed as she helped me rub my cum all over her ass. Then, she quickly reached into her little beach bag and pulled our a small tube of K-Y Jelly. She giggled as she told me to rub it, and some of my cum, into her asshole. I did, and Kim shuddered. She moaned and groaned. She urged me to use more K-Y. She turned to her side, so she could reach my cock as I continued to finger her asshole with K-Y. She put some K-Y on her hand and began jacking my softening cock. "Don't quit on me now, Beebee!" Kim cried, using her newest nickname, Beebee -- for Big Bro. It was her name for my big cock, not for me. "This is your finest hour, you monster cock. This is the moment my asshole has been waiting for since she first spied your magnificent majesty. Go find some shit, Beebee! Get up my ass!" Then, Kim whirled around and directed my throbbing cock to her pulsating ass. It took several tries and a lot more K-Y before I finally got it in. But Kim never gave up, and her filthy mouth never stopped spewing slutty encouragement. Finally, I got the head in, causing immediate pain and immediate ecstacy for Kim. I started to pull out, but she encouraged me. "Oh God Jase! You're so fucking big! And it hurts so fucking good. Just go easy sweetie...real easy. But don't stop...don't ever stop." I didn't stop. We had all afternoon; there was no rush. I gently pressed onward. But it was no use. I could only get in a couple of inches. I was just too big for her, and my cock was really huge from all the jacking and excitement. Kim's pulsating little ass was hot and smooth inside, but it was just too damn tight. She was crying in pain, but didn't want me to stop. Finally I got my cock in just far enough, maybe three inches, that I could slide it in and out a little without her crying out in pain. I fucked her as gently as I could for a few minutes. Although it was not everything we had hoped for, it was incredibly sexy, and I quickly climaxed. We both liked the feeling of me cumming in her ass, but we were also both eager for me to get out of there. We hugged, and then laughed at ourselves together. We went up to the kitchen and celebrated the new world jackoff record with a glass of wine. But we didn't celebrate our first attempt at anal sex. It was one of those ideas that sounded good at the start, but really turned out to be a mistake. I should have stopped, and when I saw the pain Kim was in for the next couple of days, I felt really bad. Fortunately, Mom and Brenda stayed out until about 10 PM, so we didn't have to face Mom. We had dinner, and a couple of more glasses of wine, and then we went to bed. Kim took some Motrin to ease the pain and soothe the stretched muscles of her ass, but that was a mistake too. Ibuprofen is a blood- thinner and it caused Kim's lacerated ass to bleed even more than it would have. She had to put a sanitary napkin on. She sobbed quietly with pain as we lay together in my bed. I felt terrible! But Kim said it wasn't my fault. She said she wanted it and she loved it. And she said she wanted to do it again, but we needed to learn how to do it right. We kissed goodnight tenderly and went to sleep. In the morning Kim was still very sore, but the bleeding had stopped. Mom and Brenda had gotten pretty tipsy the night before, so Mom slept later than usual. Kim took advantage of that time to dispose of the sanitary napkin without being detected. Mom would have known that Kim wasn't having her period, because Mom was watching her cycle carefully! But Kim was walking gingerly, and was still in obvious pain. So we made up a story that she had pulled a muscle while grab-assing with me in the pool, and it worked. Kim felt a little stupid when Mom insisted she put ice on her "pulled" leg muscle, but other than that, it was a perfect cover story. Within three days, Kim had recovered from her "injury," but I will never forget the feeling of having caused her pain. I vowed to never do that again. ******** Finally, the summer ground to an end. It was still blistering hot in Jacksonville, but it was August and almost time for Kim to go back to school. It was a time everyone had dreaded. Jason's 15th birthday was on August 22, only a few days before Kim had to return to the University of Alabama. The birthday fell on a Wednesday, and Jack was home, so they decided to have a small, family celebration. There would be a big pool party with Jason's friends on Friday, and Saturday had been reserved for Kim and Jason's last day together before she left for Tuscaloosa on Sunday. So Wednesday was perfect for the private family stuff. Jason got real nice cards from his parents, both talking about how much he had matured. He was happy to learn that Jack had actually picked out his card himself. He got some clothes, and then came time for the big present he had been looking forward to. A camera. Not just any camera, but an expensive Nikon, with a bunch of lenses. It cost more than $2,000. (Jack and Paul's business was going strong and the money was no problem -- Jack and Betsy had given Kim a new BMW 325 convertible to take back to school!) Then it was Kim's turn. She gave Jason two cards, and a small box. She told him which card to open first. The first card was a very loving birthday tribute from a sister to her brother. It talked about friendship and growing up together. It was really a beautiful card. The second card said, "Happy Birthday to the man I love" on the cover. Inside there was a touching poem about how much they had together, and how empty their lives were when they were apart. Jason had trouble reading the poem, barely avoiding breaking down in happy tears. Inside the card was a note, written in Kim's graceful handwriting on her personal stationery. But before Jason could unfold it, Kim snatched it out of his hand. With a trembling voice, she quietly read the note: "My darling Jason, "First of all, Jase, forget the little box in your hand. It's just a prop. It's empty. My present to you is around my neck. (Jason quickly glanced at her neck and saw the simple gold chain she always, always wore. Kim's hand caressed it softly as she read the note.) "My gift to you is this gold chain. It symbolizes our love. The precious metal of the chain represents the uniqueness and special qualities of our love. Gold is a perfect metal to symbolize our love, because it is soft but strong, malleable but enduring. Each link connects to another forming a complete whole, just like each facet of our love adds to the complete love we share. "You probably recognize this chain. It's the one I wore for the first time on our first beautiful evening together. I have never taken it off since that night. I've worn it every day, to keep the memories of that wonderful night close to my heart. Whenever I get down or discouraged, I touch it... and remember the warmth, and strength, and durability of our love. But I haven't just been wearing this chain to remind me of you. I've been saving it for today...to give to you. Because as important as the chains qualities are, the most important thing is not its properties, but its contents. You see, Jason my love, ever since that first beautiful night, I have worn this chain next to my heart. My heart doesn't just talk to your heart, Jase; it also talks to this chain. Over the last few months, my heart has filled this simple chain with my love for you. It now contains an abundant supply of my love. "So take the chain from my neck now, Jason... and place it with love around your neck. (Jason did, in an incredibly reverent moment. Then, Kim continued.) "From now on, while we are apart...wear this chain constantly, so that you will always know how much I love you, and so you will always have a part of my heart...next to your heart to sustain you. "But when we are together...you must give me back the chain. I will wear it during those happy times, renewing it and refilling it with my undying love for you, so that you will never run out of my love when we are apart. "Happy Birthday, Jase! "Jason and Kim. Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight, lovers forever." There was not a dry eye in the house. After a few moments of enjoyment, Jason returned the chain to Kim so she could continue to fill the chain to overflowing with her love. For the rest of the time prior to Kim's departure, Jack and Betsy gave them plenty of space and as much private time as possible. No longer afraid, the parents were now actively hopeful this beautiful love would survive. They now placed the odds at 50-50. ******** Kimmy and I had one last glorious day together...Saturday, the day before she left. According to a plan we had all agreed on, Jack and Mom went back down to St. Augustine early in the morning, and didn't return until about 8 AM Sunday morning. Although we had been up late the previous night for my Birthday Party, we got up early and spent the whole day at the pool. It may seem strange to you, but we didn't make love at all until we went to bed that night. We spent the day like we always did, playing in the pool and talking. But we did talk more than usual. We've always been a little weird the way we talk -- we talk about anything and everything. We talk about silly stuff, and we talk about issues of cosmic importance. It doesn't matter; we just love being together and exchanging ideas, big and small. We talked about two big issues that hot Saturday afternoon. The first really surprised me, the other was the one which had been on our minds constantly for weeks. Kim brought up the first topic as we candidly discussed some of the potential problems in our paths. You (and our parents) would probably think we talked about the difficulty of being apart for the first time. Naw! That would be hard certainly, but we weren't really worried about it. That was a done deal. We would get through it. We were already looking much farther out in the future. Kim's real concern surprised me. But once I thought of it, I realized she was right as usual. She was concerned about my feelings for her. She had no doubt of the sincerity or depth of my love, but there was a problem. Kim had several boyfriends prior to us getting together. She started dating at my age and dated actively until the cruise. She had always had a boyfriend. She had several important relationships to compare us to. She had enjoyed sexual relationships with three of her boyfriends. As such, Kim had a sound basis for evaluating her feelings for me. But I was a completely different story. I had never even had a real date before our magical night on the cruise. I had never had a girlfriend, even a casual one. I had never had anything approaching the feelings I felt for Kim. I had only had two quick sexual encounters, and they were both just raw lust on everybody's part. (Kim knew about the thing with Brenda; I never have told her about the "accident" with Mom.) In short, I had no yardstick to compare my feelings to. I tried to argue, thinking Kim was doubting my love, but she quickly stopped me and reassured me that she was not worried about that. She wasn't worried about me at all. She was worried about herself. She was afraid that, no matter what happened with us, she would always be unsure how objective and accurate my obvious worship of her was. Her previous experiences, even the bad ones, gave her strength in the knowledge that her feelings were accurate. My lack of experience made her wonder and that made her uneasy. But when we talked about what to do about it, solutions didn't come easily. Kim sorta wanted me to date girls my age, but there was a part of her that didn't really want that. I absolutely refused. I didn't want to, and besides it wouldn't be fair to the girls for me to date them when I was so deeply committed to a love they didn't know about and would never have understood. Kim also brought up Brenda again, but I immediately rejected that idea. We continued to explore other options. Finally, Kim came back to Brenda and told me to be quiet for a minute, to listen with an open mind, and then think about it for a while before I made a final decision. She didn't want a decision before she left for college. Kim started by revisiting my feelings for Brenda, drawing on her previous discussions with both Brenda and I. She knew I liked and respected Brenda. She also knew I thought of Brenda first as my mother's best friend, and secondly as a very sexy and desirable woman. She knew Brenda was too old for me, and I would never be interested in her romantically. I liked her and might fuck her one day, but I would never make love to her and I would never fall in love with her. Kim wanted me to broaden my horizons emotionally, but she didn't want to take a chance on losing me. Neither did I. Kim also knew that Brenda wasn't some lovesick little teenager. She was just a lonely and horny woman. But she was also my lifelong friend, and Mom's best friend. She sincerely loved me like I was her own son, and would never do anything to hurt me. Her interest in my sexual education and concern for my emotional growth and well-being were genuine. (Okay, a little self-serving, `cause she loved my big cock, but still genuine.) Kim also knew that Brenda would only really have one man she truly loved -- the inattentive Paul, her husband. Brenda was a horndog, but she was a nice horndog...and a safe horndog. Kim was comfortable with that. Kim didn't go into a lot of detail about Brenda's needs. I knew about them and I also knew that, with Cassie sucking and fucking her father at every opportunity, Brenda's situation was not likely to get better any time soon. (I never understood that. Brenda was so much nicer and a lot sexier -- I guess it was just the excitement of the incest thing that drove Paul's passion for his daughter.) But Kim did mention that I would be doing Brenda a BIG favor if I fucked her. And finally...in Kim's accurate estimation, "...the woman is a stone- cold sex goddess!" Brenda really was. As I've said, she was a few pounds overweight, but she had an incredible body. And, she had a brazen, slutty attitude. She just dripped sex. She didn't show that side of her personality to everybody, but she certainly showed it to me and it was the most real part of her personality. The woman was a slut! There were things that Brenda could teach me about sex that would benefit Kim and I in the future. I couldn't really argue with much of what Kim said. But I did argue that I didn't need a sexual mentor. I argued that we were doing just fine by ourselves. Kim blew that myth up immediately by reminding me of our futile attempt at anal sex. "What are we going to do about that, Jase? Just forget it? Or, do you want to go ask Mom how to fuck me in the ass? I don't think so! I know I sure as hell don't! What's your plan for solving sensitive questions like that? You want to look on the internet, or read books? I tried that -- that's where I got the K-Y idea, but it didn't work! Want to ask our friends? They'll give us some answers, but the reality is that they don't know as much as we do. "I'm serious, Jase! Think about Brenda. Don't make a decision now. Take your time. I've given this a great deal of thought, Jason. If you decide to take my suggestion, just do it. You have my permission. You don't need to ask, and you don't need to tell me. As a matter of fact, I don't want to know until much later. Then, if you want to share some ideas or techniques with me, you can tell me they came from Brenda if it makes you feel better. But you don't have to tell me anything." Then Kim re-emphasized that she was only talking about Jason, not Kim. She had no need or desire to date anyone, or have her sexual needs satisfied. (Actually, neither of us did. We had planned to take care of ourselves, and had also planned to have phone sex if opportunities presented themselves.) So, I agreed to think about Brenda. I agreed reluctantly, and I was very unsure what my emotions would be if we ever got together again, but I agreed honestly. Then we spent the rest of the day talking about Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight, lovers forever. We made plans to talk on the phone every night. We had already gotten our parents approval for Kim to fly home any time she felt she wanted to, and I was planning to go up to Tuscaloosa for the `Bama-Auburn game in November. We had dreaded this day, but we were ready. We were prepared. We were confident. Kim made a delicious filet mignon dinner, served with red wine by the most beautiful woman in the world, wearing the most exquisite nightgown I had ever seen. I didn't even want to eat dinner, but I was glad I did. It was fabulous...and I would need my strength. The lovemaking that night was spectacular -- even for us. We hugged and kissed. We made love gently for hours. Our hearts talked throughout the night -- they had volumes of last minute things to say. And filet wasn't the only thing we ate that night. We devoured each other hungrily. And we fucked. Oh, how we fucked! Then, we slept until about 6 AM. When the alarm sounded, we got up, ate a quick breakfast and returned to bed...this time to make love, not to fuck. We were still making love tenderly when we heard Jack's car pull into the driveway. We floated to one final simultaneous climax and collapsed in each other's arms. When Kim left, it wasn't a sad occasion. It was a happy time. We were closer than we had ever been, and we were ready. Or at least we thought we were. We were hopelessly naive. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+