Message-ID: <20735eli$9903230431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MichaelD38@aol.com Subject: NEW: {MichaelD} "Consanguinity" (MF, rom) (1/5) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <2ccee13e.36f6b76a@aol.com> IMPORTANT LEGAL INFORMATION If you have received this work in your e-mail box and do not know why, it is because your Internet service provider is forwarding posts from Usenet newsgroups to your account. It has *NOT* been e-mailed to you by the author. You must contact your ISP for help. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. 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This work is a return to the milieu of "Swimming Upstream" and "Muddy Waters," and a couple of characters from those stories reappear here in minor roles. Intelligent comments and criticisms will receive appropriate responses. Flames and juvenile slobbering go straight to the recycling bin. My other stories can be found at: Bitbard's Library: http://bitbard.pair.com/library/michaeld/ Lazeez's Erotic Corner: http://206.47.27.105/authors/MichaelD38/MichealD38.html Please check these sites before asking me for missing pieces. * * * CONSANGUINITY Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com "How do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort at an answer." "No. We just--" "No. Precisely so. We begin by coveting what we see every day." --Thomas Harris, "The Silence of the Lambs" I. I was twenty-one, and I had just survived what I hoped would be my next to last year at Harvard. It was the first day of June, just after Memorial Day weekend. I had been back from school for about a week, a week spent largely at one season-ending festivity or another. Mom and Dad had just left for a two-month spin through Europe, leaving Carolyn and me behind for the summer at the house in Newport. It was a summer that would mark me for the rest of my life. I woke up that Wednesday morning with only a mild hangover, having been out drinking the night before with a few of my Harvard buddies. My room looked out across the broad back lawn of our house, the grass running right up to the water. The ocean was calm, and from what I could tell, it was shaping up to be a decent day. Though I had put my sailboat back in the water as soon as I had arrived in Newport, I hadn't taken her out since coming back, the weather not having cooperated. I figured today was the day to do it. Below the window, I saw Carolyn and her roommate Shelby lying on their sunbeds next to the pool. The two of them had just finished their junior year at Choate Rosemary, and Shelby had come back with Carolyn from school. She was staying with us for some undetermined period of time. She was new money--her father was one of those obscenely successful Wall Street arbitrageurs--but that didn't matter as much as it used to. I pulled on some shorts and a sweatshirt and descended to the kitchen. With our parents gone for the summer, most of the staff was gone too, but they had left us with a couple of maids. One of them, a middle-aged woman named Kathy, appeared shortly after I started poking around the refrigerator. "Can I get you something, Will?" "Just toast and some fruit. I think I'm going sailing this morning." "Do you want to eat by the pool?" "Sure." I went through the French doors in the breakfast area and walked out to where Carolyn and Shelby were lying on their stomachs. Both of them looked over as I approached. Shelby tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled slightly. "Hi, Will." "Hey." Carolyn retied her bikini top and sat up. "Going sailing?" "I think so." "Cool. Can we come?" "If you want. I'm going to take her out for a few hours." Shelby had continued smiling at me, but finally looked away when I met her gaze. I hadn't talked to her too much since she and Carolyn showed up last week, but I was thinking she might have some potential. She was blonde-haired and blue-eyed, and if I didn't miss my guess (based on her fair skin and a light dusting of gray freckles across her nose), it was all natural, too. She, like Carolyn, was about 5'8" with a smooth, athletic build. Carolyn saw me appraising her friend and gave me a sly smile. Kathy thereupon appeared with my breakfast. I took it from her and wolfed down a slice of toast. "How do you like Harvard, Will?" Shelby asked. "It sucks." They laughed. "Why?" "Everything is so politicized. Can't open your mouth about anything without someone complaining about it." "What are you studying?" "English. I don't know what I'll do with it, if anything." "Oh. That's cool. I don't know what I want to major in when I get to college." She shaded her eyes and looked across the lawn to where my boat was tied to the dock. It was a Danish X-95 that Dad had gotten me for my birthday a few years back. I'd since stripped it down and loaded it up with electronics for racing. "That's a pretty boat." "Thanks. You ever been sailing before?" "No. I've been on boats but not a sailboat." "Don't worry about it. Carolyn and I can handle the sailing." Shelby continued to ply me with questions as I ate. When I finished, the two girls went upstairs to change while I went across the back lawn to the dock. I spent a few minutes checking the fittings and the general condition of the boat before getting the sails out of the boathouse. I laid them out on the lawn and inspected them. Once I was satisfied that they had survived the winter well enough, I bagged them back up and loaded them into the forward hold. I was sliding the mainsail into the boom when Carolyn and Shelby reappeared. Carolyn hopped up on deck and helped me with it, but Shelby stood back a few feet. I saw her looking curiously at the name on the stern, then back at me. "What can I do?" "Just wait until we get this in." Once the main was in place, I clipped the main halyard to the head and fed it into the mast as Carolyn winched it up. Shelby finally climbed aboard and sat where I told her to in the cockpit. As I started up the engine and took the tiller, Carolyn went up on the foredeck and cast off the lines. Shelby scooted a little closer to me as the boat began to move. "I guess you guys have done this a lot." "Yeah. Every summer just about." "That's neat. I love the ocean." I nodded to her as I watched Carolyn fitting the headsail into place up front. She had kept on her bikini and just put some shorts on over it. I hadn't seen her dressed in so little since last summer, and it was enough to awaken some unbrotherly interest in my head. She had developed into a very good-looking young woman over the last few years, with long chestnut hair and hazel eyes. I knew she wasn't a virgin-- she had shared the details of her defloration with me almost as soon as it occurred two years before--and I couldn't help but wonder what she had been up to lately. "Could you get my back?" Shelby had been putting on another layer of suntan lotion, and when I extended my hand, she squirted some into it. Keeping the other hand on the tiller, I massaged the lotion into her back, resisting the urge to pull the knot out of her bikini top. "Thanks." Seeing that Carolyn was ready on the foredeck, I reached forward and wrapped the jib halyard around a winch. "Take in this line as I crank it up." Shelby took the end of the line, and I winched up the headsail as Carolyn guided it into place up front. Once I tied it off, Carolyn came back into the cockpit and pulled in the jib sheet. "Got it?" I asked. "Yep." I shut off the engine and turned us up into the wind. As the boat heeled over, Shelby squeaked in surprise, and I had to pull her up out of the cockpit. She giggled and held onto my arm longer than she needed to. Carolyn tied off the sheet and climbed up in front of her. We had a nice breeze, but the water was still relatively smooth. I took us out a couple of miles before turning around and reaching back toward the shore. Shelby stayed next to me, leaning against the railing and giving me an occasional smile. "How you doing?" "Great. This is fun." "Not getting seasick?" "No. I'm okay." Carolyn looked back to me. "You thinking of racing this weekend?" "Maybe. I have to find a few more bodies first. I might call Steve and Phillip." "You guys race?" Shelby asked. "Sometimes. Depends on if I'm in the mood." "I know I don't know anything about sailing, but I'd love to come along if it's okay." "Sure." "Thanks." "I can show you the basics before then." "Wow. That would be cool." "Wanna steer?" "Can I? What do I do?" "Come back here." She climbed aft and sat behind me. I kept my hand on the tiller as she took it gingerly. "It works kind of in reverse. Pulling the tiller one way turns the boat the other. Watch." We were on a starboard tack, and I pulled the tiller toward me, showing her how we turned slightly to port. "I think I see." I pointed to the wind indicator dial on the bulkhead in front of us. "Try to keep the needle between the rabbit ears. You feel how the boat rides more smoothly when it's in that groove?" Brimming with nervous excitement, she looked back and forth between me, the dial, and the bow. "I think so." "Okay. You're on." I let go of the tiller and slid back against the railing. Shelby stayed where she was, trying not to move the tiller too much. It took her a few minutes to get used to it, but after that she began to settle down. Carolyn grinned at me. "I'm in shock." "Why?" "Captain Ahab is letting a girl steer his precious boat?" I returned the grin. "Looks like it." After we had been out about two hours, I was feeling hungry again. I took the tiller from Shelby, who was still beaming from the experience, and pointed the boat toward home. "How did I do?" "Pretty good. Not bad for your first time." "You want to go into town and get something to eat?" Carolyn asked. I finished tying the mainsail down before answering her. "Nah. I thought I'd just hang around the house today." "I wanted to go shopping or something. But no big deal." Once the boat was secure, we headed back toward the pool. I went into the pool house and put on some trunks before diving in and rinsing off the salt and sweat from our sail. I swam over to the edge where Shelby was hanging her feet in the water. "That was fun." "I go out a few times a week in the summer." "You're in good shape. Do you work out?" "Crew. I row pairs and fours." "Oh. Have you done it a long time?" "Since high school. I've got a shelf of NEIRA trophies in the house somewhere." "NEIRA?" "New England Interscholastic Rowing Association." "Oh. That's cool." Carolyn reappeared from the house and gave me a sly look as she approached. I continued talking with them through lunch. When we were done eating, Shelby went into the house to use the bathroom. Carolyn watched until she was gone, then turned to me. "What do you think?" "She's cute." She grinned. "She thinks you're the hottest thing on earth." "I noticed." "I knew you'd like her. I can make myself scarce this afternoon if you want." I laughed. "Don't worry about it." II. We spent a few hours lying around the pool. Around three, Carolyn professed to be sleepy and went inside to take a nap. I went up to my room, and, with little else to do, Shelby came with me. She looked around for a moment or two before leaning against the French doors that led out to the balcony. "You've got a nice view." "Yeah. Your folks don't have a place up here?" "Nope. Just our place on Central Park and a house in Palm Beach. But my dad has been talking about getting something up here. Or maybe in the Hamptons. They can't decide." She brushed her hair back over her head nervously. I smiled at her for a few seconds until she looked away from me. I sat down on the couch by my TV set, and a moment or two later she left the window and sat down at the opposite end. "How long are you going to be here?" She shrugged. "I don't know. It is it okay, my staying with Carolyn?" "Sure. It's not like we don't have the room." She laughed, still nervous. "This place is pretty big. But my folks don't really care. I think my mom prefers having me out of the house." "New York sucks in the summer anyway." "Yeah. I like it up here." I put my arm out and slid a bit closer to her. I could see her eyes lighting up a little as I did. She lay back against the couch and put her head on her arm. I reached out and took one of her fingers in my hand, examining it. She let me, though I could see a flush growing on her chest. "You don't do anything with your nails." She pulled her hand back self-consciously, looking at them. "Oh. No. Not really." "That's cool. I'm not into that artificial look. Bleached blondes turn me off." She looked back up at me, smiling. "How do you know I don't lighten my hair?" "I can tell. Your eyebrows kind of give it away. I like it." She played with her hair nervously. "Thanks." I reached out toward her, running my fingers through her blonde locks. She let me, but I could tell she was still very tense. "Nervous?" She shrugged. "I'm okay." "You're thinking about Carolyn." "Yeah." "Don't worry about her. She won't care. I think she could tell what was going on anyway." She smiled now, and I leaned forward and kissed her. She put her hand over my arm as I put my hand on her waist. She had a towel wrapped around her midsection, and for now, I kept my hand on it. I kissed her slowly, playing with her hair with my other hand. She relaxed after the first minute or so, though she remained pretty passive. We kissed back and forth for a long time before I started to move my hand upwards. I waited for her reaction when I held it below her breast, but she made no move to stop me. I felt up with my thumb, getting it between her breasts, then against one of them. Nothing happened, so I moved up and cupped her breast in my hand. Her bikini top was dry now, so I could get a warm handful of her instead of something damp. I caressed her for a few moments, tweaking her nipple through the fabric until it erected. I worked it between my thumb and forefinger a few times. She leaned back, pressing her forehead against the bridge of my nose. "You okay?" She nodded and took a breath. "I can't believe this is happening." "What do you mean?" She giggled. "Oh, God. This will sound so stupid. Carolyn had your picture in our room. A bunch of them. When I saw them the first time, I thought you were so cute. I wanted to meet you so badly. It was sort of why I wanted to come stay with her this summer." I laughed softly. "That's cool." "You're not upset?" "No. Why would I be?" "I don't know." She giggled again. "Kiss me some more." So I did, and I continued playing with her breasts. When I reached around to untie her top, though, she stopped me. "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "I really like you, but can we not go too fast?" "Don't worry about it." We kissed for a few more minutes before I lay back against the couch, and she laid her head on my chest. I held her for a little while, then we got up and went looking for Carolyn. Kathy made dinner at six, and afterward we retired to the den to watch television. Shelby seemed a little awkward around Carolyn now, but Carolyn pretended to ignore it. Around ten, she again professed to be tired and went to bed, leaving us alone together. "You guys are pretty close," she said when Carolyn was gone. "Yeah." "That's cool. My older brother can be such a jerk sometimes." "Where is he now?" "Stanford. He's three years older than me." "Carolyn and I never really went through the sibling rivalry stage. We've always been really good friends." "I know. She talks about you a lot at school. So I felt like I knew you before we even met." I took her hand, and she moved closer to me on the couch. Neither of us said anything, and I just looked into her eyes. She laid her head on my arm and looked up at me. "You know what's weird?" she asked. "What?" "I don't feel like I have to talk all the time with you, you know, just to fill the space. I feel good just sitting here with you." "Me too." "I've never dated a college guy before. I guess maybe that's part of it. The guys my age are such geeks." I put my hand on her cheek and slid it through her hair. She held my gaze for a few seconds before looking down at the couch. She took my hand and squeezed it. "You don't think Carolyn will care about this?" "No. Trust me. Like you said, we're really close. I think she knows already." She looked up at me now, and I kissed her. This time, she moved herself closer to me, and held me more tightly. I kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her ears, nibbling on her until she giggled and shivered in my arms. She had changed into a yellow T-shirt for dinner, and when I slipped my hand up the back of it to unsnap her bra, she didn't stop me. I played with her breasts under her T-shirt for a long time, getting her nipples stiff and swollen. Her breasts were silky soft and firm. I wanted to pull her shirt up to get a look at them, but figured that would have to wait. After we had been making out for about twenty minutes, I pulled back, kissing her nose. "Enough for tonight, maybe?" She nodded, not looking up at me. "Yeah. Thanks for being so nice and not pushing me." "Let's go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." She followed me upstairs. She was staying in the guestroom next to Carolyn, across the hall from me. I kissed her good night a few times, then went to bed. I woke up early the next morning and went down to the kitchen. Kathy whipped me up some eggs and toast, and I sat in the breakfast area reading the paper. Carolyn appeared about ten minutes later. She took the seat next to me. She glanced once at Kathy, making sure she was out of earshot. "Well?" "Second base," I said quietly, not looking up. Her eyes widened a little, and she giggled. "Really?" "Yeah." "Wow. I'm surprised. She must really like you. She's usually pretty shy around guys." "You're okay with this?" "Sure. I think it's great. I was actually kind of hoping it would happen." ************************************************ Consanguinity Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. ************************************************ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----