Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 12:24:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: neo_matrix555@yahoo.com
Subject: Chris Hits It 3

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don't. You know you who you are, although I have to
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And remember, sex is only sex between two consenting
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that's rape. Sex is good. Rape is bad. Long live sex.

Love_XX.

	It was dark when Chris woke up. Because of the
black-out blinds on Adam's window, he really couldn't
see the daylight but he could feel it in his body. It
felt well rested but achy, the kind of achy that says
he had slept on the floor for a long time after his
visit to Nicole last night. And why not? He was very
tired after staying up so late with his friend's
little sister.
	Before opening his eyes, his mind instantly drifted
to pictures of his recent sexual engagements. He saw
Mrs. Barbara, her legs spread-eagled and her face
contorted, moaning as he fucked her with everything he
had. He lazily thought of Adam's cock, big and sexy,
as it came towards his mouth and he swallowed it down.
He thought of Nicole, her little body heaving with her
first orgasm as he knelt between her legs.
	Crap! Just thinking about it made his dick hard. He
realized that his dick was standing straight up and
probably tenting the blanket. For a long moment Chris
hoped no one saw; then, it began to dawn on him that
everyone in the house had seen and tasted his dick.
That was enough to keep the erection going, but he had
to get up. Life wasn't ALL about sex, after all. It
was just its chief pleasure.
	He yawned and opened his eyes. The room was dimly
lit, illuminated only by the edges of light filtering
in through the blinds. It was, what, a Monday? He
couldn't even keep track of days of the week when he
wasn't in school. Monday meant Mrs. Barbara should be
at work. That stunk. He had been looking forward to
some hanky-panky. Oh, well. Maybe tonight. (He
realized that he was insatiable. But then again, most
men are. And even more so the sex fiends.)
	He stood up in the empty room, unsurprised to find
that Adam had already gotten up. After all, he had
gotten a full night's sleep, hadn't he? That bastard.
But Chris thought it with a grin.
	He opened the door and stepped into the hallway, his
eyes blinking in the bright glare of the newfound
sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, he proceeded into the
living room.
	"Hey, sleepyhead. Did you have a long night? Or are
you just lazy?" Mrs. Barbara called from the kitchen.
She was in the kitchen, just setting it up for
breakfast. Apparently they had waited on him for a
while. She was wearing a cute jean skirt, which came
about midway down her tanned thigh, and a white,
almost-but-not-quite see-through button up shirt, with
sleeves rolled back, and black flip-flops. It looked
very chic, and very un-Mom-ish. Chris wondered how
Adam felt about his mom dressing like she was a girl
in her early twenties.
	"Just lazy," he said with a laugh, and she returned a
bright white smile. She held the smile and looked at
him for just a second too long, though, it seemed to
him. For an almost panicked moment he thought she knew
what had happened the night before- but how could she?
He was just paranoid.
	"Yeah, you've always been a lazy bum," teased Adam
from the left side of the table closest to Chris.
"When are you going to become a productive member of
society?"
	"Pretty much the day you get a job, Mr. Hard Work. I
figure that gives me plenty of time," Chris retorted,
taking his place at the table next to Adam. Adam took
a pretend swat to Chris's head, and Chris ducked.
	"Hey, you two, settle down. You're acting like wild
animals," Mrs. Barbara scolded, with a slight smile at
Chris and an emphasis on wild animals.
	"Oh, please Mom, who was tickling me like fifteen
minutes ago? And I'm seventeen, way too old to be
tickled by old farts like you," said Adam, smiling and
awaiting the coming blow.
	Mrs. Barbara gave a fake sob. "I slave every day to
take care of my beautiful children, working myself to
the bone, loving them like no one else does, and
sacrificing everything for them. And what do I get in
return? Mean-spirited jabs about age! Kids these
days!"
	Adam shook his head with a half-smile. "Cry me a
river."
	"At least Nicole loves me, right, Nicole?"
	Nicole had so far been silent, sitting in the
opposite corner of the table from Chris. She looked
shyly at Chris before smiling, radiantly, but
silently, at her mother.
	Taking the obvious cue, Mrs. Barbara groaned. "None
of my children love me. Alas, alas! Woe is me!" And
with that melodramatic line, she threw her hands up in
the air, and returned to fixing the remainder of
breakfast.
	Chris laughed and looked briefly at the other two
members of the table. Nicole was dressed in a white
cotton tank top that had a picture of SquareBob
SpongePants on it. She was also wearing those athletic
sleep pants, whatever they were called, that girls
were so fond of wearing. They were tight on her little
body.
	Nicole caught him looking her over, and she smiled
again, more mischievously this time, the smile of a
girl who knows she's wanted; to think she was only
twelve and a half years old...
	Adam was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. They were
both loose on his thin body, which may not have been
bulky, but was nice and ripped, for the most part. The
jeans concealed a tight, round butt, and a big dick.
Although Chris was not an expert, he knew Adam's dick
was at least eight or eight and a half inches long,
and that was a lot for a teenage guy, Chris thought.
Adam's face was cute, but not gorgeous or anything; at
least, that was what the girl's told him. He really
couldn't tell, having been friends with him for so
long.
	Chris stopped staring and looked in the kitchen as
Adam and Nicole carried on a conversation about some
baseball game of his...it was back and forth, with
Nicole claiming he hadn't done something and Adam
claiming he had, until Mrs. Barbara brought the food.
He wasn't really paying attention to them.
	"Why aren't you at work today, Mrs. Barbara?" Chris
asked.
	She smiled condescendingly at him. "It's Labor Day,
crazy. You know that."
	"Oh yeah," he said, laughing a bit at himself and
trying to recover, "Of course I did."
	Mrs. Barbara's smirk said all there was to be said
for that recovery.
	They sat and ate, talking amongst themselves like
family, which they really were, he guessed. He had
been here more times than he could remember, and the
talk between them was easy and familiar. By listening
to them, you wouldn't think that all of them were sex
fiends. But really, they were. Mrs. Barbara had slept
with a fifteen, soon to be sixteen year old, her son's
best friend. Adam was also sleeping with his best
friend, as both were bi, although they had never been
with any other guy. Nicole was only twelve and had
already been eaten out and swallowed cum. How could
they not be sex fiends? Chris wondered if most people
had such "twisted" desires, or experiences, and just
never talked about them.
	After breakfast Nicole retreated to her room to talk
on the phone, and Adam headed to his room to play a
video game on the PE2, though of course he called over
his shoulder, "Hey Chris, you coming?"
	"Yeah, just give me a minute. I was going to help
your mom put up dishes."
	Adam gave him a strange look and a laugh. "All right,
suit yourself, loser face."
	Chris started gathering up the dishes with Mrs.
Barbara and putting them in the sink as she rinsed
them. As she was rinsing the last of them he snuck up
behind her and ran his finger softly down the inside
of her right thigh...slowly...and then back up again,
until he was almost touching the source of her heat.
	She grabbed his finger, deep inside her skirt, as he
touched her pantied pussy. She stopped him, although
she didn't remove his finger. It was gentle, the way a
woman does to a lover that she wants to fulfill but
can't.
	"Sorry, camper. Not today. The park is closed to
visitors," she said softly, teasingly, making sure
that her voice didn't carry.
	"But miss, I'm a wildlife specialist. I'm trained for
this sort of thing," he said humorously.
	"Nice try, babe. But no clearance for you." She
turned to him with a smile, still holding his finger.
Unable to resist a tease, however, she put it to her
lips and let it graze down, moving between her breasts
and lower belly, before releasing it.
	"Why not?" he asked, a little put off.
	"Look, I know you're horny. I am too. But we're
getting a new house-guest today, and I can't be all
hot and bothered, and neither can you. I've got to get
things ready, and I can't do that if I'm screwing your
brains out. Besides, Adam wants you to play a video
game. You can't just disappear."
	Chris thought it was hot the way she said screw your
brains out...anyway, he was disappointed. "But..."
	"No buts."
	Chris stood there for a minute, looking into her
mischievous eyes. "Who is this new houseguest,
anyways?"
	Mrs. Barbara sighed. "It's Adam's half sister. My
ex-husband's other child."
	"Really? So why is she moving in?"
	"Well, she's nineteen, and she's...a bit of a
partier...and a sexpot. I told her mom that she
shouldn't have let her be a model at such a young age,
that it would corrupt her, but she doesn't listen to
me. Of course, I didn't listen to her about Rob, my
ex-husband, either. Only fair, I guess..." she sighed.
	"Anyway, she apparently tried to put the moves on her
mom's new boyfriend, and when she did, he pushed her
off and told her mom. Well, of course, her mom was
really angry about it and kicked her out of the house.
Told her not to come back. After she said that,
though, she softened a bit and asked me if she could
come stay with us for awhile, take a leave from
modeling, to see if maybe a change in venue would
straighten her out. So, she's going to stay her for
awhile, in my room, and we'll see how it goes. Maybe
she'll learn not to do stupid things like go after her
mother's boyfriend."
	Chris was quiet, thinking of the possibilities but
unsure of what to say to Barbara. After all, he was
currently screwing Mrs. Barbara. How would she take it
if he screwed another girl? Not to mention this girl
was coming over here to be "straightened out".
	So he played it safe. "What's her name?"
	"Julie."
	"Oh."
	"You better be on your best behavior, young man. Her
parents will kill me if she gets in more trouble." It
was said sternly, but with a glint in the eye, as if
she, too, had thought of the possibilities.
	"Yes ma'm," he said, with mock respect. Then he
saluted.
	"Get out of here," she said, laughing, and pushed him
out of the kitchen.
	"Wait, wait!" he said. "One more question."
	"What's that?" she asked.
	"How come you're on such good terms with your
ex-husband's ex-wife? I mean, isn't a little strange
to be taking in a child that isn't even yours and
belongs to your to someone related to you the way she
is?"
	Barbara sighed. "Well...she's really a nice lady. We
knew each other before her and Rob ever got married.
And we both got screwed by the same bastard. That
counts for a lot."
	"Ah..." Chris said, "I suppose it does."

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	He stumbled into the room with Adam, who was already
engrossed in "Raphael", a game about an archangel who
decides to serve up justice the hard way. It allowed
to players to play cooperatively through it, and it
was all Adam and he had played lately.
	As Adam started their saved game Chris picked up a
controller and settled onto the bed.
	"Hey, I heard you're half sister's coming to stay
with us," Chris said, by way of making conversation.
	"Yeah, she's here to look for a job, or something
like that," Adam replied. Chris realized he didn't
know the whole story and decided not to share it if
Mrs. Barbara had decided it shouldn't be shared.
	"Your mom told me she does some modeling. I bet she's
hot," he said, trying to tease him.
	To his surprise, Adam only said, nonchalantly, "Yeah,
she is."
	"Doesn't it feel weird for someone related to you to
be hot?" Chris asked curiously. He didn't know what
that was like, seeing as none of his relatives were
blessed with the same good looks that he had.
	"Yeah," Adam said uneasily, "It makes me feel weird
around her. I don't ever see her, really, and that
makes it worse, you know? It's like I know she's my
half sister, but it doesn't really FEEL like it
because I never see her. And she's like, really hot,
and I don't know...sometimes when I masturbate I think
about her...it makes me feel guilty."
	Chris decided to play it off. "But then you think of
me, and everything's all better, right?"
	"Ha ha, very funny. I'm not attracted to morons like
you."
	"Oh, really?" Chris asked. "That sounds like a
challenge."
	Adam smiled, still looking at the screen. "Take it
how you will."
	In the dim light, Chris could already see a visible
bulge in Adam's pants. "Then something like this," he
said, "won't bother you at all?"
	He exited his side of the game, leaving Adam to play
alone, and locked the door.
	He sat knelt on the floor between Adam's legs, face
to face with the bulge in Adam's pants. He ran his
fingers along it, rubbing it through the jeans, and it
grew bigger.
	"Seems like someone's ready to come out," Chris said
gleefully, as Adam pretended to concentrate all his
attention on the game. He unbuttoned the buttons on
Adam's jeans, and unzipped the zipper, revealing a
boxer clad lump that was growing by the minute.
	He fished inside the slit, and pulled with some
effort, freeing the beast. Adam's cock was already
full-grown, huge, eight inches sprouting from his lean
body. It was flesh-colored, with only a few veins
running here and there along it. His huge mushroom
shaped head was soft and pliable, and Chris gleefully
mashed it between his fingers. Adam twitched, but
continued playing the game.
	His quarry now free, Chris turned to other things. He
took off his shirt, revealing his muscular build, his
large biceps and triceps, his abs, his pecs. He pulled
down his shorts, where his own dick was now at its
full six inches. It had grown a bit recently, and he
understood that six was supposed to be one above
average, so he didn't feel embarrassed by Adam's huge
cock.
	Chris stepped out of the shorts, now completely
naked, and crouched back down. Slowly rubbing his own
dick with one hand, he took Adam's cock in his mouth.
The warm, throbbing member felt so good in his mouth.
He slurped on it a little bit, taking a large portion
in his mouth, maybe six inches or so. He moved his
head up and down, slowly, keeping his suction on
Adam's dick. He could taste the salty taste of
pre-cum.
	He moved his tongue around in his mouth, running it
over the tasty head of his cock, swirling it around
his pole. His mouth made sucking sounds as he moved
his head back and forth, loving this little moment of
cock. As much as he loved girls, tits, and pussy, he
had to say that he liked cock a whole lot. Not as much
as girls, but still a lot.
	Adam turned off the game, and Chris released his
cock, which was now soaked with Chris's saliva. Adam
pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped his pants,
making him completely naked now, also. The two teenage
boys stood, facing one another, both rock hard and
completely naked.
	"Not distracted, huh?" Chris asked, cockily.
	"Not at all," Adam replied, "I just felt like getting
out of the confines of my clothes."
	Adam locked his warm lips around Chris's, and they
came together, there dicks side by side on each
other's belly. Chris put both hands around Adam's ass,
squeezing his cute cheeks, and pushed him back onto
the bed.
	They lay on top of one another, their tongues slowly
touching each other, like a ballroom dance in their
mouths. Unconsciously, they thrust against each
other's bellies, trying to find the non-existent
pussy. Adam, on the bottom, grabbed Chris's ass, and
fondled the plump, juicy, bubble butt, massaging it in
his hands.
	Chris began to kiss Adam's neck, slowly kissing down
his chest, pausing at his nipples. He licked them
until they were hard and stood firmly up in the cool
bedroom. Then he kissed, little by little, down his
stomach, until he came once again to Adam's horse
cock.
	He spit on his hand and rubbed it on Adam's dick,
lubricating it further. Then he took the slippery
serpent between his hands and squelched it furiously.
As he jacked him off, he grazed his tongue along
Adam's dick, caressing his head and tasting the
saltiness issuing forth from his slit. Adam lay back,
put his hand on Chris's head, and softly moaned,
mindful that the walls were thin.
	As Adam began to moan more furiously, Chris slowed
down, feeling especially dirty. He felt like getting
fucked.
	"Adam," Chris said. "I want you to fuck me..."
	Adam kept his eyes closed as he replied, "Okay, let's
do it."
	Hurriedly Chris fished a condom from his pants, and
some petroleum jelly he had stolen from his mom before
he came...he had thought he might be trying something
new.
	Chris quickly took a finger and lightly brushed a
good gob of petroleum jelly onto his asshole. Then he
opened the condom and slipped it onto Adam's dick,
rubbing some more Petroleum jelly on it, for good
measure.
	"That way," he said, "Your dick doesn't get shitty or
whatever."
	"Ok," Adam said, starting to look a little excited
himself. This was kinky, at least for them...it wasn't
something that happened often.
	Now Chris bent over the bed, with his knees touching
the side, and his ass facing away from the bed. He
spread wide his beautiful cheeks, revealing the small,
puckered hole about to be violated. Spread across,
right in the middle of the hole, was a mass of
petroleum jelly. Chris rubbed it with his finger,
dipping it slightly in his ass, delighting in the
warmth of his cavity.
	"Go slow...don't hurt me..." Chris said, excited but
hesitant.
	"I won't," Adam said, breathing hard.
	Chris felt like a slut as Adam put his hands on
Chris's hips. Chris spread his butt as wide open as he
could without using his hands, because he was leaning
against the bed.
	As Adam's dick first touched his hole, he took a
little breath. It pushed at his entrance, big, warm,
human.
	"Slow..." Chris cautioned.
	"I'm going slow."
	Slowly, his ass opened up, folding hotly around
Adam's head. Adam gripped Chris's hips a bit tighter,
and Chris tried to suck in the stick that was plowing
his butt. It was moving in, slowly, inch by inch.
Chris felt his rectum folding outward as it explored,
opening up spaces that had never been opened before.
	Adam got about six inches in before Chris said,
"Stop. That's as far as it's going to go."
	"Okay," he replied, and began to move it slowly back
out. It slid, and the walls closed behind it, only to
be opened again as he slid back in, slowly. The
petroleum jelly did its job in making the transition
easy. Soon he was slowly pumping his dick six inches
in, six inches out, over and over, but still slowly.
	Eventually he picked up a little bit of speed, and
whimpered. His cry was half pleasure and half pain; if
hell and heaven has existed side by side, they might
have felt like this. He took one hand off the bed and
put it on his dick, massaging it. Adam moaned, moving
back and forth, and the whole bed was creaking but
neither one knew, and if they had, they might not have
cared.
	In the heat of the moment, strangely enough, Adam
slapped his ass. The surrounding skin made a smacking
sound, and it jiggled just a bit from the blow. Adam
rubbed it as it recovered, reveling in the warm
sensation of being encased in his best friend's ass,
of fondling it as he stroked it rapidly inside.
	Time passed, feeling like both an eternity and a
flash, both of them lost in a fleeting moment of
pleasure. Chris still felt that pleasurable feeling of
being a slut, of being penetrated by a man. He could
understand how a girl could want a dick so badly,
although he preferred to be the penetrator. He
continued to whimper as Adam pounded him.
	Eventually, Adam slowed down. "I'm about to cum," he
said, breathless.
	"Stop!" Chris said.
	Obediently Adam stopped, and Chris pulled away from
his cock. It emerged with a small, wet, pop, and stood
there, twitching. From the underside of the dirty
condom, Chris peeled away the rubber, carefully
tossing it in the garbage.
	"I want to taste your cum," Chris said, carried away
into wild abandon. He was horny, hot, and insatiable.
Somehow, being ravished had increased his liking for
boy sex, and he wanted nothing more at the moment then
to jack Adam's thick, juicy cock and receive the jizz
he had coming. His own dick was close to cumming from
the pumping that he had put it through.
	"Mmmm..." Adam said as Chris knelt at his feet and his
warm mouth wrapped around his cock. "I can't believe I
love putting my cock in your mouth so much. It's
weird."
	Chris tongue went to work, and it was mere seconds
before Adam's body tensed and began to surge. Chris
sat back and let the cream spray on his face, briefly
remembering his tryst with Nicole. It could have been
Nicole sitting here, getting sprayed by her brother,
he thought...although the thought had never really
appealed to him. Until now, that is. Perhaps it was
because he had never thought about it before, or
perhaps it was his heightened state of horniness, but
the thought of Nicole swallowing her big brother's cum
sent him over the edge, too.
	Even as Adam's dick painted stripes across his face,
stripes that he eagerly licked, he shot his own load
upward, where some it undoubtedly clung to Adam's
sack, but the rest plunged with gravity to the floor.
	Both boys released pent-up breaths at the same time
they released their sperm. After they were done, both
boys stood up, facing each other, limp and soaking
dicks pressed together.
	"I'm really attracted to you," Adam said. "It's not
just like getting release because I'm not screwing a
girl."
	"Yeah," was all Chris offered. It was all he had to
as their lips locked again, Adam's hand gripping and
rubbing Chris's chest muscles, and Chris's hands
grabbing Adam's butt. Their kiss ended with a tiny
smack. And that was that.
	"You got cum on my floor, you little retard!"
exclaimed Adam after the moment had passed.
	Chris just laughed, and soon Adam did too. That is,
after he cleaned up the mess. After all, he had been
the one getting a blowjob.

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	A knock at the door interrupted their game of
"Raphael".
	"Hey guys," Mrs. Barbara said, "Come on out. She's
going to be here any minute. She just called from her
cell phone."
	As they followed her into the living room, Mrs.
Barbara told them, "Now, I haven't seen her in
forever, so I'm not even sure what she looks like now.
You boys," and, with a glance to Nicole sitting on the
couch, "and you girls be nice to her, no matter what
she looks like or how she dresses. She's going to be
staying for awhile, so, be on your best behavior. Ok?"
	"Ok! Jeez..." rolled the chorus from three mouths.
	Pretty soon, the doorbell rang throughout the living
room, and immediately, Mrs. Barbara jumped up to
answer it.
	When she opened the door, everyone in the room
dropped their jaw, including Mrs. Barbara. What came
through the door looked more like a succubus with
clothes on than a real girl. Her long and shiny, curly
brown hair rolled down to her shoulders. Her eyes were
the prettiest green any of them could ever remember
seeing, set atop a cute, perky nose. Her lips were
round, full, almost comparable to Angelina Jolie's,
only a bit smaller.
	Her body was the stuff of dreams. Although she only
wore a tank top, her big (but not too big; Mrs.
Barbara guessed they were a 36C) breasts filled it out
like it had been made for it. Her stomach beneath
however, was round and flat, giving a hint of
well-developed abs underneath the shirt. Her waist was
tiny, but her waist flared out and around into a full,
muscular ass. Out of her skirt her tanned legs flowed
like a river. They were long, luscious, and muscular
without a hint of fat. Even her calves were perfectly
formed.
	It took everyone in the room a minute to draw their
breath, although Julie came in as if she had no idea
of the effect she had on those gathered around her.
	"Hi," she said, almost shyly, her hands held demurely
behind her back.
	"Hi," said four voices in unison, still amazingly
awe-struck.
	Mrs. Barbara recovered first. "Oh my God, it's been
so long since I've seen you, Julie! You've grown, uh,
up so much! How are you?"
	"Oh," she said sweetly, "I'm doing okay. How are you,
Mrs. Barbara?"
	"Oh honey," said Miss Barbara as she drew her in for
a hug, "Don't call me that. You're really family. Just
call me Aunt Barb."
	"Ok," she said, "It's nice to see you again, Aunt
Barb."
	"You, too, baby. Let's go out to the car and get your
stuff."
	"Yes ma'm," she said meekly, but as she left she gave
a parting, sultry glance at Adam or Chris, one, that
made them both feel instantly as if they were running
a fever.
	Nicole was the second to recover, darting outside to
help with Julie's stuff. Adam and Chris both just
stood there, staring at the empty air.
	"You didn't tell me she looked like that," Chris
said, tone empty of all accusation.
	"Man, I, uh, didn't know...I mean, last time I saw
her..." Adam stumbled over his words, blushing,
realizing that the stirring in his pants was for a
girl that was at least half related to him. Even so,
the little erection remained, and so did the thoughts.
	"Damn, dude...I can't deal with having someone in the
house that hot."
	"I don't know if I can, either," Adam confessed
uncertainly.

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	Soon Julie was moved in, her suitcase in Mrs.
Barbara's room, her toiletries unpacked, her tour of
the house she had not seen in so long completed. At
Mrs. Barbara's suggestion, they all sat down to watch
some T.V., some sitcom on Flick at Night. The way
Chris's mind raced though, it felt like should be Dick
at Night, or Lick at Night, or something. He shifted
uncomfortably on the couch next to Adam, trying not to
be too obvious when he stared.
	Julie sat by herself, opposite the couch, on the
loveseat. Nicole huddled close to the T.V., the
newness of the guest worn off, for the present.
Barbara sat in the recliner, kicked back, though
careful to cross her legs of her skirt...at least for
now.
	Julie seemed at ease, leaned back on the couch,
taking in the show and the people. She seemed as if
she was in her own house, watching her own T.V.
Whether that was good or bad, Chris couldn't say. Was
she merely easygoing, or presumptuous? He leaned
towards easygoing, but he couldn't be sure. And maybe
her looks had blinded his judgment a bit. Shoot, who
was he kidding? He knew they had.
	"So, Julie, what do you plan on doing tomorrow?"
Barbara asked, curious.
	"Well, I don't know," Julie said thoughtfully. "I
need to look for a job, but I don't know my way
around...I wouldn't know where to look."
	"No problem. You can just hang around the house here
until I get home, I guess, and then I can show you
around a little bit. I'd do it tonight but you got
here a bit late."
	"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I got lost on the
way."
	"Helps if you read the directions," Adam chimed in.
	"Thank you, Adam. I'll remember that next time," she
replied sarcastically.
	"Better watch out, Adam, she might be a match for
you," Chris said teasingly.
	"Oh, you know it," she said, jauntily, with a smile
at Chris that made his heart flutter.
	"Yeah, you and what army, little girl?" asked Adam.
	"You know, Adam," said Mrs. Barbara, "She is taller
than you."
	Everyone laughed as Adam turned red. "Shut up, Mom!"
he said, laughing embarrassedly.
	"Hey, I was just saying," said Mrs. Barbara, getting
up to go in the kitchen.
	"That's okay, Adam," said Julie, "I still like you.
Even though I could SO beat you up- you and your
friend."
	"Yeah, yeah," said Adam. "Bring it on."
	"Maybe I will..." she said, and the suggestive comment
brought silence. Chris couldn't tell if she meant to
say it that way or if it was just that everything she
did came out sexy.
	As Mrs. Barbara came back in the room, she had a
bottle of wine and a couple glasses. "I figured we'd
celebrate you're coming a little bit, Julie. Hope you
don't mind."
	"Not at all," Julie said, "As long as I'm allowed to
celebrate with you."
	"Of course," Mrs. Barbara said, "You're a big girl. I
figured you could have some. The boys, I'm afraid,
aren't so lucky, however," she continued with a smirk
on her face.
	"It is beneath me to beg, anyway," said Adam, holding
his nose up in mock snobbery.
	"Yeah, I bet," said Chris. "But not me. Come on, Mrs.
Barbara!"
	"No boys, sorry," she said. "Maybe next time."
	A little smile formed on Julie's face as she watched
the exchange. Nicole, however, sat oblivious to the
whole thing as Mrs. Barbara popped the cork and poured
some wine into the two glasses.
	"If you finish your glass, Julie, by all means, help
yourself."
	"Yes ma'm," she replied demurely. "Thank you."
	The two sat nursing their glasses and everyone's
attention turned to the TV. Soon, however, Chris's
attention wandered. As he looked at the opposite side
of the room, he soon realized that Mrs. Barbara's
skirt was ever-so-slightly hiked up, and even though
she had her legs primly together he could see quite a
bit of her leg. He eyed the smoothness of her thighs
while her attention was focused elsewhere.
	His lap was just beginning to rouse itself when she
moved to pour another glass of wine for her and Julie.
As she moved out of the recliner, he saw a flash, but
it was not the white that he expected. Instead, he
thought he saw little blond curls where her hair had
grown back after she had shaved herself, and maybe-
just maybe- he saw a flash of pink. When had she taken
off her panties?
	Mrs. Barbara caught the direction of his eyes as she
sat back down, and she smiled wickedly. Mimicking
Julie, she tipped her glass back to her lips and drank
deeply, and as she did she opened up her legs, just a
little bit. The flash appeared again, searing itself
deep into Chris. It flashed heat from directly between
her thighs to his.
	After she was done drinking, she noticed that both
glasses were empty, so she filled them again. Julie
thanked her and began looking at the other side of the
room, bored by the sitcom. She never watched the
things...they weren't exactly the kind of "show" she
liked.
	She looked over at Adam, noting with approval his
growth since the last time she had seen him. He was
definitely a cute little thing now, and if his dick
was anything like his dad's, probably well-hung. She
caught the last thought just as it was leaving her
mind, and she shook her head, inwardly. What was she
thinking? He was her half-brother, for heaven's sakes.
Though it wasn't like he hadn't eyed her quite a bit,
the horny little devil. She felt sorry for him,
though. He couldn't help how he felt.
	She decided it was time to stop thinking about Adam.
She noted how Nicole had grown, grown hugely, since
the last time she had seen her. Nicole was almost a
teenager now. She was definitely going to be one hot
little thing when she got older, Julie thought, but
even now she was cute. Julie was willing to bet she
had a lot of little boys lined at her door. She never
would have imagined that there were big ones, too.
	And Adam's friend...whew. He was hot. What was his
name, Chris? He was so young, only sixteen now, but he
was a looker. His face was good-looking, although not
completely stunning. Mostly it was his eyes and lips
that might drive a girl wild, but the body he had
beneath it...those muscles...
	Speaking of his eyes, she noticed they were intently
focused on something to her right. As she leaned
forward to refill her wine glass, she took a quick
glance in that direction. Even so, she didn't see
anything, just Aunt Barb, stretched out on the
recliner...
	Oh. The thought snuck up on her, filled her with
excitement. He was trying to look up Aunt Barb's
skirt. That dirty little boy! She almost laughed
inwardly at her descriptive phrase, but she felt her
motor beginning to rev. Maybe it was the alcohol, but
she was starting to get hot watching Chris check out
the older woman's panties...not that she blamed him.
Aunt Barb was a very attractive woman, looking more
like a twenty year old than a thirty-something.
	As her eyes wandered over Aunt Barb, she realized
something else that shocked even her jaded mind. She
realized that Aunt Barb was not only letting him look
up her skirt...she was spreading her legs out so he
could see. What was going on? Wasn't he her son's best
friend, or something? She hadn't realized Aunt Barb
was such a freak...
	She looked over at Chris again, and noticed the lump
in his pants. He was trying to hide it, she thought.
How cute.
	She was almost weirded out, except for the fact that
she, too, was a freak. Hadn't she tried to fuck her
mom's boyfriend? That, and the alcohol. And the fact
that her motor was already running. In fact, her
panties were starting to get wet, it felt like.
Staying in this house might be many things, she
realized, but it certainly wasn't going to be as
boring as she thought it would be. So she watched the
action.
	The TV's laugh track continued to wash over them, and
by now, Adam and Nicole both had nearly dozed off. It
was almost 10:00, and school and work called tomorrow
for the kids and Mrs. Barbara. So she decided to do
the responsible thing, although her naked pussy was
wet and the alcohol had buzzed through just enough her
brain to make her a bit more relaxed.
	With a wicked smile, knowing she was being a tease to
Chris, she stood up. "All right guys, time to hit the
sack. Sleep good," she said, as she flipped the TV
off.
	The teens and almost teens stirred like zombies,
except for Chris, who looked both amused and
frustrated.
	"Well," said Barbara, turning to Julie, "You can stay
up if you like. Treat it like your own house, because
it is for now, at least. Do whatever."
	Julie stood up and stretched, with, it seemed to
Barbara, an odd look in her eye.
	"No, I'm a little tired," she said, sweetly. "I think
I'll just go to bed with you."
	"Ok," said Barbara with a smile at the pretty young
woman. "Let's get ready for bed, then."

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	They entered the room and Barbara shut the door
behind them, locking it. "Gotta make sure Chris
doesn't try and sneak a peak, that horny little..." she
thought to herself.
	Julie stretched as she entered the room, with a soft
sigh, and sat down on one of the chairs. Barbara
collapsed onto the bed, opposite her, unthinkingly
exposing herself to Julie. If she had noticed it, she
wouldn't have thought much about it. After all, it was
just girls in here.
	"So, uh, what did my mom tell you before I came
here?" Julie said, a bit awkwardly. Normally she
wouldn't have asked at all, but the relaxed feeling of
the drinks and the fact that she was going to be here
a while compelled her to ask. After all, if she was
going to live here, she might as well know what Aunt
Barb thought about her.
	While Barbara thought about her answer, Julie noticed
the same thighs Chris had noticed earlier. In fact,
she saw the same flash, and her focus zoomed in. There
was something fascinating...and...maybe...a bit, um,
exciting about seeing another woman's lips. It wasn't
that she had never seen them before, it was just this
very attractive lady with her skirt open, and she was
already a bit randy, and, well, whatever. It wasn't
like it made her a lesbian just to look. It wasn't
like she wanted to touch it or anything.
	"Well," she replied, "I think you know. But what's
your side of the story?" she asked as she sat up in
interest, obscuring Julie's view. She looked closely
at Julie's face to see her expression. Surprisingly,
it didn't hold guilt, although it did hold the
expected anger. What a little vixen.
	She watched Julie sit back in the chair and sigh a
little bit before folding her hands together.
	"Well, it all kind of started when Daniel first moved
in with us. I'll admit it, I thought he was hot, you
know, but he was a lot older than me, and all, and
besides, I had a boyfriend of my own at the time. So I
was just kind of happy for Mom, because he was really
good-looking, and he seemed like a really decent guy,
you know?"
	Barbara noticed her eyes were downcast as she talked,
only looking up occasionally. Maybe she wasn't the
backstabbing little girl she had sounded like. It's
just that she was a gorgeous, stunning girl, and girls
like that often know their power and use to the best
of their ability. Barbara had been shocked when she
heard the story, because it just didn't sound like the
little teenager she had seen before, but she hadn't
been surprised.
	To make her feel more comfortable, Barbara averted
her eyes also, although this fixed them completely on
Julie's beautiful legs. Barbara was almost jealous,
though she knew her legs were nearly as good...they were
mesmerizing, those legs. They were smooth and
well-defined, tantalizing, and she almost reached out
to touch them, because they looked so perfect, with no
blemishes or marks...
	She shook her head. The alcohol was getting to her.
	Julie, after moment's hesitation, continued, "Anyway,
when he moved in with us, he was really nice to me,
more like a friend than a step-dad, kind of. We would
kind of pretend flirt, make fun of each other, and
tease one another. It was all harmless fun, really. Of
course I didn't mind the flirting, but it was just
playful stuff, and I had no intentions of following
through...I had my own share of guys to worry about."
	"Of course. So what happened next?"
	"Well, it started getting a little weird when I saw
him get out of the shower one day. I was just passing
by my parent's room, and Mom had gone somewhere, and I
just looked in, and the door to the bathroom was open
in their room and he toweling himself off. Um, and of
course he was naked, and all, and I just kind of
watched...um..." she faded off and blushed a little bit.
	Barbara guessed it was only because Julie thought of
her as an "adult" that she was embarrassed. She
decided to reassure her.
	"What did he look like naked?" Uh, bad question.
Damn, she was so randy. Chris had really gotten her
horny, and now she was acting crazy, stupid. She
couldn't masturbate in here, anyways. Why feed the
fire?
	Julie blushed deeper at the question but looked up at
Barbara, and she thought she caught just a glimpse of
a strange look on Julie's face. But it didn't seem to
be surprise at the question...that was strange.
	"He was, uh, really good-looking. He's one of those
weight-lifting types, you know, and he had all these
rippling muscles. His whole body was ripped, from his
shoulders, um, to his massive chest and arms, to his
six-pack cut of abs..." she paused a minute, and then
decided that Barbara was a big girl and that there was
no need to be embarrassed.
	"And, um, his dick was huge, even limp. I mean, it
was, uh, like three inches just hanging, and, I don't
know, it gave me shivers just seeing him standing
there, you know? He's really hot."
	"Mmm, I bet," said Barbara, a bit too
enthusiastically. In her mind's eye she could see the
stud, with hard cock dipping between those perfect
thighs in front of her...she stopped herself. Her inner
sanctum was still a little damp, and she willed
herself to stop getting aroused. She HAD to get her
mind off sex or she wouldn't be able to sleep. But his
cock...and yes, his cock in her body...she couldn't get it
out of her head!
	Julie just looked at her, licking her beautiful lips
a little nervously, and replied, "Yeah...so he saw me
there, standing there, practically gaping, and he just
turns around and looks me up and down. He just kind of
smiles and rubs himself once, real quick like, and
keeps looking at me. My heart was pounding like a
million miles per hour so I ran, as fast as I could to
my room, and locked my door."
	They both smiled a little bit at that thought, Julie
looking Barbara's face, which was staring down at her
thighs. The gaze made Julie feel strange, although she
knew Barbara was just admiring what she saw, though
she didn't know why- Barbara's legs were just as nice
as hers. Maybe it was just her guilty (horny) feelings
about having seen what she saw in the living room. She
was kind of nervous, as if Barbara was using her X-ray
vision to see through her skirt. Julie knew that her
own pussy was wet, though she didn't know why it had
been like that so long.
	"I, you know, felt kind of weird, and I...uh..."
	They both looked up into the other's eyes, Barbara's
slate gray, mature eyes, to the deep, seductive green
of Julie's. Barbara knew what had happened; Julie knew
she knew.
	"It's alright, Jules. I masturbate sometimes, too. It
feels good. No reason to be ashamed. It's natural..."
she trailed off, realizing exactly what she was
saying, unashamed but feeling ashamed because she
wasn't.
	Julie nodded, and they both smiled at each other in a
knowing way, before she looked down and started again.
	"Well, it's not like I haven't had sex before or
anything."
	Barbara was sure of that. She just smiled wickedly
and nodded.
	"But, I just couldn't get it out him out of my head.
I had never really thought about him like, well, like
that and now I was, um, frigging myself while I
thought about him..."
	Barbara's mind jumped to what she imagined Julie's
room would look like. Her imagination placed Julie on
the bed, naked, perfect, and sweating as she slid her
fingers over her wet cunt. Crazy. She must have drank
a bit more than she thought. She nodded
sympathetically at Julie and motioned for her to go
on.
	"I didn't know what to do. This wasn't just some guy
I knew- this was my mom's boyfriend, you know?
Anyways, life seemed to continue as normal, although
our relationship got a bit weird. I think that was all
me, though, because he seemed completely comfortable.
Meanwhile, I was going crazy. Every time I saw him my
mind just spun out of control. It was terrible. I came
home from school every day, thinking about him, and I
masturbated myself to sleep at night sometimes, just
thinking about him..." Although she didn't mention that
sometimes she did it as she listened to her mom and
Daniel make love at night...
	Barbara couldn't get the image of Julie out of her
head. She saw her curly, pretty hair spread back on
her pillow, her chest heaving, her nipples hard in the
cool darkness of her bedroom...crap. "You'd think I was
some kind of lesbian or something," she said to
herself. "Stop it, for heaven's sake."
	Julie took a deep breath, and Barbara noticed that
she looked like she might cry. Silently she took her
hand, and squeezed it, and began to softly rub Julie's
fingers with her own.
	Julie felt strange herself...she felt like crying and
masturbating at the same time. Damn that wine. It was
making her emotional and horny at the same time.
	"So, one day, I decided to just go for it. He was
driving me crazy, and I loved my mom, but I just had
to, and I felt so bad..." Her chest heaved a bit, and
her eyes became shiny, but she didn't sob yet. "So,
one day, stupid me, just before Mom got home, (by that
time I was too crazy to think about the time) he was
sitting in his recliner in the living room, and I just
jumped on him. I was wearing a skirt and I just jumped
on the recliner and wrapped my legs around him, and
stuck my tongue in his mouth. He was kissing me back,
too, and grabbing my ass, when I guess he heard the
car door slam. He could have said something, that
bastard, but he waited until she was almost there and
threw me off to make it look like I had just jumped on
him and he was trying to get me off..." The tears
started to stream down her cheeks. "That jerk told Mom
I had been trying to have sex with him from day one,
and she believed him! She believed him over me. I told
her what happened and she told me I shouldn't try to
get out of trouble by lying, so that's why I'm here.."
	Barbara put her head to her chest and hugged her,
rubbing her hair.
	"It's okay," she said. "You're with me now, anyway. I
understand."
	Julie breathed in deeply, and the smell that came off
of Barbara was deep and womanly, and, at the moment,
incredibly sexy. The tears had stopped already, but
she wanted her head to stay in Barbara's chest. The
smell coming off of Barbara, whatever it was, was
intoxicating, and it made her heart beat a little bit
faster, her breath come a little bit harder. Julie's
pussy was still wet.
	As Julie's crying stopped, Barbara pulled her head
up. "It's okay. I know you're not some horrible
person. A freak, maybe. Horrible person, no."
	Half laughing and shuddering with the remaining sobs,
Julie put a look of mock horror on. "Aunt Barb, I am
NOT a freak!"
	Barbara grinned wickedly. "Sure, sure. Just don't
think you have masturbation privileges in my bed."
	Julie looked genuinely shocked for a moment at the
older woman's brazenness and stood up. "Aunt Barb!"
she exclaimed breathlessly.
	Carried away in the moment, Barbara stood up, too.
"Well, I guess you can as long as I'm not here and you
don't get anything on the sheets."
	Recovering with a sexy giggle, Julie threw her arms
around Barbara. "Oh, and look who's talking? I bet
your sheet is covered in woman stains!"
	With that comment, Julie's mind flashed to the scene
earlier in the living room. She saw Barbara's legs
opening up, except this time a single, finger nailed
hand slipped up and under the skirt, and Mrs. Barbara
moaned...she shook her head briefly to clear her mind of
weird thoughts.
	"Well, us older women don't get as much man meat as
you spoiled younger girls. We have to take what we can
get!"
	Julie laughed. "Oh please, Aunt Barb. You are
completely sexy. I bet you have men all over you."
	Barbara turned her back on Julie, to look at herself
in the mirror. "Not really. And I'm really not that
great looking, although I try to keep in shape."
	"Are you kidding me?" Julie exclaimed. "Look at those
tits!" She grabbed around Barbara's back and gripped
her tits, bouncing them briefly. "They're so perfect!"
	Then she grabbed Barbara and flipped her sideways,
running her hand down her lower back over her round
butt. "And that thing is to die for! I mean, it's so
nice that I'd check you out if I saw you walking down
the street!"
	Realizing what she had said though, she hurriedly
added, "Not that I'm, uh, like that or anything."
	Barbara just smiled and said, "I know, I know. You're
pretty fine yourself," and pinched her ass.
	With a little yelp, Julie cried, "Not so rough!"
	Barbara just laughed. They both looked at each other,
a bit out of breath.
	"Well...We have to go to sleep some time, I guess,"
said Barbara, disappointedly.
	"Yeah," said Julie, "But don't you need to masturbate
first? I mean, because it's been sooo long since you
had any, you know."
	"You little runt!" said Barbara. "How did you know?"
	Julie giggled at her joke. "Because I need to, too.
Gotta keep in top form, you know."
	"Very funny. Now are we gonna go to sleep, or what?"
Barbara asked, fakely menacing.
	Julie looked at her. "Sure. I guess. If we HAVE to."
	"Yeah. Well, I gotta change before bed."
	"Ok."
	Barbara went to the closet, and as she did she could
feel Julie's eyes watching her. It felt weird,
natural, and electrifying all at the same time. It was
like there was a hidden subcurrent running between
them, just below the surface. It was fierce energy
that threatened to pour over any minute...into what,
neither of them knew.
	With her back turned to Julie, Barbara was reminded
of her first time with Chris- how she had pretended to
be needing an opinion on what a dress looked like. He
had taken the zipper with trembling hands, and she had
told him to keep pulling, keep pulling. She had given
him quite a show, and the same thrill that had been
humming through her body then was humming through it
now.
	She wondered how good her body really looked to
Julie. Were the compliments fake? But her eyes were
still staring, Barbara knew, so she decided that if
Julie wanted to watch, she could at least make it
halfway interesting.
	She didn't know what she was doing, really. It was
almost like her body was running away from her. She
slowly unbuttoned the white shirt she had on, letting
it slip over her tanned and freckled shoulders.
	She looked back over her shoulder, and sure enough,
Julie was watching intently. Why? Barbara smiled
sweetly at Julie, a mischievous one, and turned back
around as Julie returned the smile.
	Unclipping the bra strap, she pulled off her bra,
letting her beautiful breasts hang free. They were
very perky, considering their age and size. The aerola
were about the size of silver dollars, and a blush red
color that was very attractive. Her nipples themselves
were hard as stone, sticking out like little soldiers.

	She turned around again and held them up for Julie's
inspection. "Still look good out of the package, Ms.
Priss?"
	Julie just looked and said in a serious, but
enthusiastic voice, "Absolutely."
	Now came for the real show, Barbara knew. It kind of
excited her as she dropped her skirt, revealing her
lack of panties. Her round, firm cheeks ended in
tender thighs that tapered down to muscular calves.
	"No panties? Do all old women stop wearing panties?"
Julie asked, her joke falling a little bit flat in her
tone.
	Barbara gave her a wicked smile. "Panties are for
amateurs."
	Then she disappeared into the closet. She didn't want
Julie to see that her pussy was even slightly damp.
	Inside the closet, she selected a black thong and a
tight t-shirt to wear to bed. She could skip the bra
this one time- it wouldn't hurt.
	When she remerged she saw Julie standing there, and
they both smiled at each other, almost shyly.
	"Aunt Barb?" Julie asked, hesitantly.
	"What's up, Jules?" she said, curious as to what
could make her hesitate.
	"I, uh, usually sleep naked. If that bothers you, I
could borrow some sleep clothes from you or
something."
	Barbara shook her head. "Nah, whatever feels
comfortable to you."
	"Ok, thanks a lot," she replied. She pulled the tank
top overhead, tossed it on the floor, and look at
Barbara. Holding her eyes (she didn't know why), she
unclipped her bra in the back and pulled it off. Her
tits were full and firm, though a bit bouncy. Her
nipples were small for the size of her tits, maybe
between the size of a nickel and a quarter. Her
nipples were also rock hard.
	"Very nice," said Barbara, playfully, eyeing them
across the room. Julie only smiled.
	She pulled down her skirt, revealing not only a
thong, but a crotch less one at that. "Never know when
you might need it," she teased, and pulled it down,
too. Her pussy was shaven completely, and Julie hoped
that maybe Barbara would miss the moisture at its
opening.
	"Well, the sandman calls," said Barbara. "Which side
do you want?"
	"Doesn't matter to me," said Julie. "Whatever side
you're on, I guess." It was said like a joke but the
look on her face was serious.
	Barbara tried to laugh it off. "Well, that solves it,
doesn't it?" And she flicked the light switch and
climbed under the covers.
	Julie climbed under with her, close but not too
close. Both of them lay on their backs, staring in
silence at the ceiling, the covers pulled up to their
chins. Julie turned sideways towards Barbara, and the
nipple of one her boobs grazed and then settled to
rest on Barbara's arm.
	Barbara didn't move her arm.
	Both of their chests were moving sedately up and
down, concealing a heart that was beating a million
miles an hour. Their thoughts were rushed, moving
through their minds at blazing speeds and leaving
streaks of sex as they passed. They could both smell
the scent of a woman aroused, but neither could tell
if it was just them; and if it was, they fervently
prayed that the other couldn't smell it.
	Barbara turned to face Julie, her T-shirted tits now
flush with Julie's. Julie's knee was pointing into her
thigh, and her eyes were looking into her eyes.
	They lay there, lost, looking deeply at each other
and seeing a million things in the other's soul.
Scared, neither moved, afraid of what might happen, no
matter which way it might go.
	"You're so beautiful," Julie whispered.
	"So are you," came the shaky reply.
	Silence reigned for a moment. Then Julie said, "Did I
tell you about the best kiss I ever had?"
	Barbara looked at her, with a slight confusion. "No.
What was it like?"
	Julie hesitated for a brief second. "It was like
this," and then leaned and pressed her lips to
Barbara's.
	Their soft lips came together for that first peck,
softly pressing against each other. It came apart with
a soft plop, and each drew back, with only a hair's
breadth between them. Both eyes remained closed.
	"Are you sure?" Barbara murmured.
	With a soft mhmmm, Julie pressed her lips against
Barbara's again. This time the mouths opened slightly,
and the first hesitant tongues came out. Barbara's
tongue was cold against Julie's lips, and Julie
slipped her own tongue up beneath Barbara's.
	Their hands both went to the other's head, stroking
their hair, as Barbara gently pushed her tongue into
Julie's mouth. Their tongues were smooth on each
other, soft and delicate, hugging liked naked lovers,
their saliva mingling. Their mouths suckled at each
other, drawing nourishment from the waters.
	Both of their mouths opened wider as the kiss became
more passionate, more urgent. Though it was hard and
fast, both of them kissed gently, subtly, as only
women can.
	As they locked their mouths together, Barbara's hand
began to roam, running from Julie's hair, down her
neck, down her back, scratching softly with her
fingernails. Chills ran down Julie's spine but the
heat in her body grew greater, and her tan skin became
flush in the moonlight.
	As Barbara gently squeezed her ass, almost asking,
rather than taking, Julie broke the kiss with a loud
smack.
	"What?" Barbara said, alarmed, afraid she had scared
Julie.
	Julie only breathed deeply, shook her head, and
tugged on Barbara's shirt. Barbara responded by
pulling it off for her, and throwing it across the
room, out of sight.
	They kissed again deeply passionate, knowing nothing
else but the touch of the woman beside them. As the
kiss slowed down, Julie took the moment to kiss
Barbara's neck. Barbara shivered a bit, her breath
growing ragged, as Julie ran her tongue down her neck,
sucking and licking.
	She began to lower, trailing down to the two
mountains rising from Barbara. She kissed them, a
little peck, before she took them in her hands and
began to caress them with her tongue. She put her
mouth around the large areola, and began stroke
Barbara's stiff nipples with her tongue.
	Barbara lay back, enjoying the ministrations, her
eyes closed, pushing her tits up closer to the young
girl's mouth.
	Soon, however, Julie began to drift down, kissing
Barbara's toned belly, pausing to tease her belly
button, and continuing downwards. She flipped herself
between Barbara's legs, still kissing, until she came
at last to the black thong that was Barbara's last
safeguard.
	"We can't have that, can we now, Aunt Barb?" she said
sexily, and gripped the waistband of the panties in
her teeth. Looking Barbara in the eye, she pulled them
down to her ankles, making sure her lips grazed that
beautiful mound. Keeping her eyes on Julie, Barbara
kicked them off, as the young girl climbed on top of
her, straddling her with her legs.
	They kissed again, even more hungrily, their tongues
searching to fulfill that longing, ready to wrest it
from the other's grasp. They pressed their bodies
against each other, tried to lose themselves in each
other, trying to meld into the perfect mix of
pleasure.
	Barbara was only too aware of the hot pussy scraping
itself across her belly. She moaned into Julie's
mouth, and began to rub her palm lightly above Julie's
pussy. As she pulled the skin it stimulated Julie's
clitoris, making her breathing heavy, her kisses more
and more forceful.
	"Oh, Aunt Barb, I can't take it! I've got to have my
mouth on you!" July cried softly.
	"Not yet," said Barbara. "Pleasure's more fun if it's
drawn out..."
	Barbara flipped them over, taking the top position
for herself. Julie's eyes burned into hers as they
kissed, and Barbara kissed down her neck, too, sure to
do it slowly.
	Scarcely able to believe that she was about to suck
another woman's tits, she put her mouth to the small
nipple of Julie's right breast. Beneath her Julie's
body trembled as she began to flick her tongue across
her erect nipples. She rubbed against her tit like
soft sandpaper, quickly as though she needed to sand
it down.
	The twinges of pleasure going through Julie's body
were unbelievable. She had never felt this intense
having sex with anyone- and her pussy wasn't even
being touched right now! Her whole body was
electrified, filled with the nervous energy of her
first encounter with a woman.
	Barbara could barely stand it either. At that moment,
she could care less that this was her husband's first
child. To have her mouth on this exquisite body, and
to have the same body hungrily press itself against
her was almost more than she could take...
	She flipped herself around into a sixty-nine. She
already quivering, almost near orgasm, and she and
Julie had been going at it for maybe five minutes.
	Her head descended onto Julie's sweetly shaved pussy,
her lips pressing eagerly against of Julie's folds.
She inserted a finger into that beautiful cavern,
swallowed up by warmness. As she lightly flicked
Julie's clitoris she felt Julie's body jump underneath
her, and her head was heady with the pure smell of her
cunt.
	Her own pussy was engulfed by Julie's young tongue.
She rapidly dipped her tongue in and out of Barbara's
pussy, reveling in its taste and its juices. She, too,
paid special attention to the clit, feeling Barbara's
body tense like her own had.
	They sucked and licked each other, rapidly pushing
each other over the edge.
	Julie went first, her pussy quivering as it flooded
Barbara's finger and mouth with juices. She began to
sigh almost, to whine, crying quietly, "Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, OOOHHHH!"
	Barbara was second, her sounds more of a harsh grunt,
before she poured herself upon Julie's young and
beautiful face. Both girls happily licked, loving the
taste they had never tasted, and hoping it would not
be the last. It was over too quickly, almost before it
began.
	Both of them eventually faced one another, staying
naked beneath the sheets. They held each other kissing
softly, until both of them fell asleep, waiting for
dawn's own kiss to intrude on their own. Breast to
breast, mouth to mouth, sweaty and sticky, they slept
in each other's arms all night.

			    To be continued...

Thanks for continuing in the Chris saga! The next
sequel should be coming soon, barring unforeseen
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Love_XX.