Chapter 161: Chapter 10: Going Home ll
-- TUESDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2005, WINTER BREAK --
Proclamation or not, DJ didn't wind up fucking me within an inch of my life Monday night. Being under my parents' roof put a damper on her ardor, and knowing the twins were about to turn 16 and (A) stayed awake as long as we did and (B) were no longer unaware of what we were doing, DJ settled for quietly making love beneath the sheets.
Fortunately, DJ's idea was for both her AND Brooke to fuck me within an inch of my life while my parents were at work and the twins were out with friends. It had been a while since we'd gotten together as a threesome, and given all the strife between the two girls in the past week, it seemed both good opportunity and good reason to share pleasure with one another. It was the holiday spirit, after all.
So once both parental and rugrat units were out of the house (they might be 16, but the twins would always be rugrats to me), DJ sidled up behind her best friend, slid her hands up my little sister's thighs, and leaned over to nibble at Brooke's neck and whisper her plans for a wild threesome.
Unfortunately, DJ's idea didn't go over too well.
Brooke spun around and immediately shoved DJ away. "Seriously? You want to have a threesome with Ben?"
"Uh ... yeah..." DJ replied slowly, totally perplexed by Brooke's reaction.
"Ugh. I can't believe you even thought about this," my sister huffed and stomped away.
"Brooke! Wait!" DJ followed after. I gave the girls a good fifteen-foot cushion and then followed them into the family room.
As my little sister turned around again, slumping onto the couch and then crossing her arms over her chest, DJ took a seat on top of the coffee table and stared in confusion at her best friend. "Hey, I wasn't trying to pressure you into anything. The three of us have had a lot of fun together, and I thought you'd like it if we included you this morning."
"That's the best I get? 'Included'? Really?"
DJ frowned. "I don't understand. You're pissed off but I don't know why."
"Ugh. You don't know? That makes this sooo much worse."
"Ben?" DJ turned and shot me a glance, clearly asking with her eyes for help.
I blinked and raised my eyebrows. "Don't look at me. Maybe you're just now feeling what it's like to be a guy and have no clue why a girl is mad at him."
DJ pursed her lips as she returned her attention to a still-scowling Brooke. "I know you're upset because we haven't been spending much time together. But I thought that since it's been a while since you and I had..." DJ suddenly stopped and sat up straight. "Oh."
Brooke recognized DJ's expression and flashed her a sarcastically proud smile. "Yeah. You finally got it."
"Brooke, I'm sorry. I didn't realize--"
"No, you didn't realize," Brooke shot back.
"But I didn't mean--"
"Of course you never meant. But that's still how it came across."
"I'm not trying to. It's just been that these last few days have been so crazy and--"
"You still should have remembered."
"I know, I know."
Brooke sighed. "I mean, I KNOW what you're going through and I KNOW how tough it's been. I get it. I'm trying to not let it bother me. But I can't help but feel--"
"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. And then suggesting that the three of us--"
"Yeah. It's like THAT."
Suddenly, I cut in. "Excuse me. But will someone tell me WHAT the hell you two are talking about?"
Brooke shot a glare at me and rolled her eyes. "Boys. Clueless boys."
"You know what? Let's talk, okay?" DJ offered.
"Yeah..." Brooke replied with a sigh. Pushing herself off the couch, she stood up and head-nodded toward the stairs. Wordlessly, DJ went with her and the two girls went up to Brooke's bedroom. Even though I could barely comprehend the end of that conversation, I knew better than to follow them. At least DJ gave me the explanation later that afternoon when we could be alone.
Now you're probably better on the uptake than me, but I didn't figure it out until I heard the faint sound of an orgasmic cry drifting down the stairwell. Our house was fairly well sound-proofed, which is why I got away with so much sister-sex for all those years. But even good sound-proofing couldn't keep that scream contained. And then like a flash of lightning, the girls' FULL conversation hit me.
Although she cared about her best friend and still loved me as her brother, Brooke was tired of being the third wheel left out in the cold. Having reached the end of her rope, Brooke had finally up and moved out of the house just before Finals Week. I had talked her into coming back, with the promise that the three of us would work together to find a balance that gave her best friend and big brother back to her, but then the fit hit the shan and we never got the chance to have that discussion.
Although there had been no strife between the girls in the past few days, we both knew that Brooke's abandonment issues had not been smoothed over merely by my plea for her to return to the house that fateful Wednesday night. Really, Brooke had been trying to keep a lid on her issues and be a good best friend while DJ went through the rollercoaster of a positive pregnancy test, my proposal, and her big sister's eternal hate and damnation for stealing me.
But now all those things were in the past. Now we were back in Orange County, and Brooke was separated from her college support network and close friends like Meli. Now it was just her and DJ, and then for the girls' first full day of vacation, my fiancée had accompanied me to play ball, watch a 3-hour movie, and have dinner.
Brooke, again, had been left to fend for herself.
So now it was Day 2 of our vacation, and what did DJ suggest? A threesome. For Brooke to be 'included'. Third wheel. Again.
My mind flashed back to that first day of camp after my Senior year of high school. I'd brought Adrienne as my girlfriend, and Dawn had shown up on my doorstep first thing in the morning ready to go hiking with me alone. Who was it going to be? Best friend? Or girlfriend?
The roles were a little different this time. DJ was the one in the middle, not me, but there were still a lot of similarities in the two situations. Dawn, Adrienne, and I had been at camp, thrust together for a finite period of time but facing a future living together for which it was important that we define our roles as soon as possible. Ultimately, Dawn had chosen to be only my friend, limiting her involvement in my life while dating Ryan and also forbidding sexual contact between us once we got to Berkeley. I didn't know if Brooke would come up with her own limits as well – hopefully, she wouldn't decide to move out again the way Dawn had – but in the end that decision would have to be between the two of them.
Just like that situation, it had still fallen to the two girls hashing out their differences in private without me, even though DJ was the one in the middle and it was Brooke and I who were supposed to come to terms with each other's role in DJ's life. But I was fine with letting the girls work things out on their own. Maybe it was because unlike Adrienne, I had no fear of Brooke being alone with my girlfriend and stealing her away from me. Maybe it was simply because I was the 'dude'.
One thing the situation with Dawn and Adrienne had taught me was the importance of finding balance between the two most important people in your life. So far, ever since Brooke and I walked into the house and found DJ with that pregnancy test, DJ had been entirely about me. Discussing whether or not to keep the baby. My proposal. Discussing Dawn and my commitment to stay with DJ. And even a simple Monday afternoon playing ball and watching a movie.
We had been completely UN-balanced, and I knew Brooke deserved some time alone with her best friend. Deserved a LOT of time, really, to catch up to me. THAT was what had set Brooke off. They'd fought a week ago, Brooke moved out, and then Brooke agreed to come back. To date, they hadn't had sex yet, and even though they were both girls, that physical intimacy was still a strong part of what bonded the two of them together. For DJ to suggest that the first time she and Brooke have sex again be a threesome with ME was what really pissed Brooke off, and my sister was right to be. They deserved to have this time alone, and from the sound of that orgasmic scream, it looked like they were well on their way.
That was fine. I could afford to be alone for a little while. After all, I was engaged now, and with a baby on the way. Smiling in contentment, I sat down on the couch and picked up the remote, safe in the security of knowing I wouldn't have to be truly alone in my life ever again.
-- WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 21, 2005, WINTER BREAK --
The good news: I finally got to be the meat in a Brooke/DJ sandwich, and yes they damn near fucked me within an inch of my life. It had been a long time since I skewered both of my little sister's fuckholes with my meat stick, but Brooke was in a happy mood now that she and DJ were getting back on track.
The bad news: The reason WHY Brooke was in such a good mood was because DJ spent the entire day with HER, visiting HER friends, leaving me to fend for myself. And wouldn't you know it, Kenta Nishioka had come back into town and the old couple had been flirting up a storm all day, turning my little sister into quite the hornball by the time she finally got home.
Well, that part's not actually the bad news. I was happy to hear Brooke was getting along with Kenta again. That sort of thing gave me hope that Dawn and I would eventually find a way to be friends as well.
The BAD news was that Eden and Emma wouldn't turn sixteen for another 5 days. And guess who had to drive them to the mall and then stay there with them for over four hours to play mule?
Yeah ... bad news.
On the other hand, I was able to do a little ring shopping at the mall and measure the size of the rock I wanted for DJ against the number of zeros in my checking account. The ring would probably clear me out, but when I came home and told the girls what I'd been doing, well, I got the Brooke and DJ sandwich. Totally worthwhile.
And then things got even better.
-- THURSDAY, DECEMBER 22, 2005, WINTER BREAK --
My heart skipped a beat as I pulled up to the curb outside baggage claim at John Wayne Airport. Even though she wore oversized sunglasses, a faded New York Yankees baseball cap, and a bulky drab gray peacoat, I knew exactly who she was. I would never forget that face, with that chiseled jaw line and high cheekbones. And not even the bulky peacoat could completely erase the kind of curves that set fire to the loins of millions of horny men and women around the world.
As I got out of the car, it appeared that someone else knew exactly who she was as well. He was a handsome if somewhat older businessman, dressed in a smart, well-tailored suit and starched-collared shirt with no tie. By his side was a black Tumi roller suitcase with computer bag attached to the top. But all of his attention was on a certain world-famous Sports Illustrated swimsuit model.
Thankfully, all of Adrienne's attention was on me. She probably recognized her own car pulling up just in front of her, and as I got out from the driver's side she had already stepped off the curb and was coming toward me. "Ben!" she shrieked happily while thrusting her arms into the air, vaulting herself into my arms as we came together for a fierce hug before she jabbed forward with her head and sealed her lips over mine for our trademark nuclear kiss.
We didn't come up for air for a long time. Probably because we hadn't felt each other's lips since she left the house at the beginning of the school year, neither Adrienne nor I was in a hurry to let go, even to breathe. We managed to make do with flaring nostrils while keeping our lips sealed and our tongues playful. And we remained locked together until I heard an annoyed voice behind me bark in a tone used to being obeyed, "Hey, whose car is this?"
The voice's proximity made me finally pull back. I turned to see a uniformed security guard gesturing to the Mustang and looking onto the sidewalk before spotting me and my guilty expression. "Uh, that's mine," I replied.
At first, a scowl crossed the guard's face as he prepared to bark at me to move. But then his eyes darted behind me, and as his jaw went slack I turned and realized Adrienne's baseball cap and glasses had been knocked off her head in our enthusiasm. Plus, her unbuttoned peacoat had opened up a bit, showing off the body that lay within.
"Uh ... take your time..." the guard murmured in an apologetic tone, still gawking at Adrienne's beauty. Perhaps he even recognized her. "Take all the time you need."
Adrienne beamed at the guy, flashed him a wink, and replied, "Thanks, officer." And then she jerked my head around for another kiss.
We didn't take quite as long this time to finish making out. Only about two minutes went by before Adrienne leaned back on her heels and sighed dreamily, moaning, "Gawd I've missed you."
"The feeling's mutual."
"Oh, but you've had the company of a beautiful young woman this whole time. Several, I imagine."
I chuckled. "So have you, I imagine."
Adrienne grinned. "Touché. But one thing I haven't gotten in FAR too long is a nice, throbbing dick eight inches inside me. And I can't WAIT for us to get home."
Seriously, Adrienne couldn't wait.
I got both Adrienne and her luggage in the car, and as we pulled away from the curb I asked about her businessman admirer, who had disappeared sometime before the security guard began barking about whose car it was. She explained that the businessman been assigned to the seat next to her in first class, and had been hitting on her for the entire flight, despite her assurances that she was in a relationship. By the curb, he'd been trying to talk her into letting him give her a ride in his hired limo, but then I'd arrived and now she wanted to give ME a ride right there in the car.
No joking. At first, Adrienne merely reached across the center console, whipped out my dick, and started stroking it. By the time we got onto the 405, she used her 5'10" height to lean all the way across and start sucking on my knob. And then before we even got to the Culver off-ramp, she made me pull over onto the shoulder, turn on the emergency lights, and then run around to sit in the passenger seat so she could fully recline it, raise up her skirt, and then mount me in broad daylight.
Boomers Irvine was right alongside the freeway, and I knew from experience that their miniature golf course was right on the other side of the fence. There were shrubs along the fence and Adrienne was fully-clothed; but still, if any adventurous teenager decided to climb up by the windmill and peek over at the freeway, they would have a pretty good chance of seeing her body moving up and down in a rather conspicuous motion.
"Jeezus, Adrienne," I gasped while she vigorously humped me, coming quite close to banging her head on the very low cloth top ceiling. "There are kids like twenty feet away from us!"
"Then you'd better ... ungh ... fucking ... ungh... hurry." Adrienne suited her words to action, ramping up her speed while bearing down to really press her clit against my pelvic bone. She started jerking up and down so fast and hard that she DID bang her head a time or two on the roof. Good thing her Dad hadn't bought a hard top all those years ago. And inside three minutes of fucking, she crested over into a shrieking climax.
Not holding anything back, I let her internal spasms draw out my cum as well, and grabbing onto her naked butt cheeks beneath the skirt I pinned her body as deep as it would go around my prick, belching wad after wad of goo into the hot blonde's quaking body. And once we were both done, she collapsed onto my chest and sighed in rapturous satisfaction.
"Oooh, THAT hit the spot..." she sighed. "I've missed cock. I've missed your cock."
"Then move back to the Bay Area and you can have as much as you want of it. Anytime," I chuckled into her ear.
Adrienne giggled and then pulled her head back just far enough to kiss me. "Tempting, Tiger. Tempting..." And then she kissed me again.
I hummed happily into that kiss, really feeling like my world was finally coming together just right. I was back home in Orange County, the place that I knew in my gut was where I belonged. My future was secure, with a wife and a child about to join my life. DJ and Brooke were patching things up, spending the day with Brooke's friends again. And now I had Adrienne in my arms once more (not to mention her pussy wrapped around my dick), and I got to keep her at least through New Year's.
It was a Winter Break I was never going to forget.
-- FRIDAY, DECEMBER 23, 2005, WINTER BREAK --
I felt something tickle my balls; and with a start, I jerked awake.
"Mmph!" a girl moaned and I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into somebody's throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I'd never interrupted her.
My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-haired head bobbing up and down in my lap before my heavy eyelids closed themselves. I was tired, like really-really tired. See, last night had not only been MY first time to be with Adrienne in a long while, it had been Brooke's and DJ's first time too. At the beginning, their idea of a reunion was to stay up late in the family room talking, as only now could Adrienne really talk to DJ about the proposal and baby and all that. But my parents had gone to sleep before 11, and the twins had conked out just after midnight. And once they were all gone, DJ and Brooke had decided that they were done talking and the opportunity to screw Adrienne silly had come.
The next time the dark-haired head sucked me into the back of her throat, I woke up enough to crack my eyelids open and see that it was almost 10am. My parents would be out doing last-minute Christmas prep, and it was quite likely that the twins were gone off to visit friends by now.
That is ... unless I had a twin slurping on my dong right now. That thought made my eyes pop WIDE open, and I jerked upright again while reaching down to brush the dark hair back from my mystery fellatrix's forehead.
Brooke grinned up at me around a mouthful of cock, and I visibly relaxed. Just then, a girl squeaked beside me in surprise, "What the--?"
DJ half-sat up/half-crawled out from under the covers, not quite used to being woken up in this fashion the way I was. But she soon started giggling to discover that it was Adrienne who'd pulled the sneak attack, and she only laughed even harder to see Brooke between my legs as well.
"Morning, sunshines!" Adrienne cheered from underneath the blankets.
Brooke popped off my dick and grinned. "Hope you're well-rested. The twins are gone and I want a serious four-way orgy. Yesterday we let you have your reunion with A.D., so TODAY I want at least two cumloads! Adrienne should also get two, and you can't let your wife-to-be down, either. So we're expecting six rounds in the chamber, buster."
"Six rounds? I'm not a teenager anymore," I complained.
Having resumed her blowjob, Brooke popped up again to retort, "And we let you sleep in this morning to recharge, didn't we? Or would you prefer I round up a male friend or two to make the ratio a little more even?"
I looked around, evaluating just how much I'd like it to watch any other man porking my fiancée, my little sister, or Adrienne in front of me.
No.
Hellll no.
Sigh. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
"Bring it on."
There's something special about having sex with people you love ... I mean, really, really love. For example, mowing down Tri-Delts one after the other brings a certain pleasure, but a one-on-one with DJ has a completely different dynamic, even beyond the obvious regarding male-female ratio. A threesome with Brooke and DJ also has a certain exceptional quality, the two of them are just so in tune with each other its almost scary what they can do to my body when working together.
Now take Adrienne. The girl has had sex with me more times than anyone on the planet, Dawn included. She quite literally knows my body and my triggers better than I do, and when you add her into the mix, the results are quite simply ... indescribable.
But I'll give it my best shot.
My statement for the girls to 'Bring it on' apparently spurred some competitive instinct in them. Not with each other, but with me. I had thrown down the challenge, and they accepted. And from the way Brooke inhaled my prick to the root so she could massage me with her throat muscles, and the way DJ and Adrienne abandoned each other to crawl over to me, I realized that I was in serious, serious trouble.
I could only think of one solution: knock the girls out from pleasure overload. Even up the odds, so to speak. After all, I knew each of their triggers even better than they did, and while many of our individual encounters were about sharing tender intimacy or expressing our familial bonds through blissful lovemaking, that wasn't what this morning was about.
This morning: it was WAR.
Letting Brooke continue to fellate me was the quickest way to defeat, so even though DJ had grabbed my head for a kiss and Adrienne was crawling over my torso, physically pinning me down, I forced myself to awaken fully and let my muscles flood with energy. I kissed DJ back, but only for a moment before performing an abdominal crunch and somewhat violently dislodging Adrienne off me. I rolled my hips so that Brooke lost her mouth-grip on my cock, and then I hooked my forearm beneath my little sister's armpit and physically hoisted her onto the bed into the space I'd just vacated.
"Deej, suck on her tits. Adrienne, sit on her face," I barked in my command tone. And then without waiting for their reactions, I jerked Brooke's boyshorts down her legs, batted her thighs apart, and then sank my tongue into her already damp twat.
Adrienne was already responding to the tone in my voice, stripping off her pajamas before obediently climbing across my sister's chest and then lowering her cunt onto Brooke's lips. DJ was a little more hesitant, having struggled with the balance between her best friend and husband-to-be for a while now. But I indicated with my eyes and eyebrows for her to do as I said, and perhaps deciding that to do what I'd asked wasn't choosing sides so much as giving pleasure to Brooke AND following my request, she slid herself half off the bed to give her a better angle before unbuttoning Brooke's nightshirt from throat to tails and then leaning over to suckle at an erect teat.
Thirty seconds after sassing me about her demand for six rounds, Brooke found our roles reversed as SHE was completely helpless beneath the triple onslaught. I ate her out as well or better than anyone she'd ever had, with the possible exception of DJ. Speaking of DJ, she knew just how her best friend liked to be suckled, and when I glanced over I saw that my fiancée knew a thing or two about Brooke's triggers as well, tickling my little sister's nerves just over her ribs and biting down on my sister's nipples with just the right amount of force. Meanwhile, Adrienne was literally riding Brooke's mouth, and her bubble butt kept my sister pinned down so that she couldn't resist the things DJ and I were doing to her.
And we were only getting started.
I waited until Brooke was right at the precipice of orgasm. Just before she reached it, I abruptly backed away until I was standing at the foot of the bed and then yanked on her legs so hard that Adrienne lost her balance and toppled forward onto all fours, my sister's head sliding down between her knees. DJ was also thrown off-balance, and while all three girls were still trying to figure out what had just happened, I fisted my cock and then slammed its entire length into my little sister's cunt.
"FUUUUUUCCKKK!" Brooke screamed at the penetration. And then three seconds later, her back arched and she screamed it again, only now realizing that her body had started orgasming the moment my dick entered her body.
I reached forward, palming my sister's tits and squeezing them until I could flick both thumbs upwards along the inner sides of her nipples. I stroked her melons back and forth like I was giving her a back massage, all while continuing to shaft my cock in and out of her with firm, unyielding strokes. Brooke's chin bobbed back and forth and a little crookedly to each side as her fingers scrabbled to find a grip on the sheets, screaming all the while as her orgasm went on and on. And after what felt like a minute, her head finally turned to the side and her body went limp.
She wasn't out cold, but she was out of commission for the moment. And with the ratio suddenly improved in my favor, I continued to go on the attack. DJ was still marveling over the run-over-by-a-truck expression of satisfaction on Brooke's face when I grabbed her around the waist with my left arm and hoisted her onto the bed with me. My right hand spun Adrienne around so that the even bustier blonde dropped onto her back. And after parking DJ right on top of her so that my fiancée's 34DD mammaries were crushed right on top of Adrienne's 36F's, I bent over to take a bite out of DJ's ass while shoving the fingers of my left hand into her snatch and the fingers of my right into Adrienne's.
Both girls craned their necks to moan at the penetration before taking advantage of their positions to start making out. I had to kneel over DJ's back facing the foot of the bed in order to get my hands oriented just right, so all I could do was hear their wet smacking sounds. But the position allowed me to lean down and begin rimming my fiancée's asshole with my tongue while continuing to slip my index and middle fingers into her pussy, and just below her I started working three and then a fourth finger into Adrienne's box.
Both girls were enjoying the digital manipulation, but I knew I'd need to give them something bigger and thicker than just my fingers. Right around the time I started contemplating which of them to fuck first, I found that Brooke wasn't quite as out of it as I thought, because she reached out with a hand to circle my still erect cock and give it a few jerks.
The little 'war' had begun with the three girls facing off against me, and then quickly been turned into the three of us against Brooke. Now, I caught my sister's eye and asked, "Which one of them do you want?"
My sister grinned at me with glittering eyes, glancing over at the other two girls before replying, "DJ."
"Of course." Abruptly pulling both hands away from the girls' twats, I twisted my torso and wrapped both arms around DJ's waist before jerking her body upwards and swinging her to the other side of my body. The sunny blonde girl squealed to find herself practically upside-down, since I'd been facing opposite to her when I'd grabbed her. And her squeal turned into a shriek of momentary fright as I twisted her in mid-air, straining with all my upper-body strength to rotate her over and then flip her so that she'd land on all fours face-to-face with Brooke.
"Holy shit!" DJ gasped once she found herself in position.
Brooke simply grinned, pecked her best friend's nose, and then sunk two fingers into the blonde's pussy to replace the ones I'd removed.
Meanwhile, Adrienne was still flat on her back, panting from arousal and simply waiting for me to climb aboard. "Come and get me, Tiger," she breathed, a world of heat in her voice.
I went and got her, slotting my prick and ramming home. Adrienne grunted with the impact and then cooed happily as I started up a rhythm. For a self-proclaimed lesbian, she certainly enjoyed the physical pleasure of getting dicked. But then she always said that was more about surrendering control to someone she loved and trusted (me), and as if signifying that very concept, she raised her legs over my shoulders and threw her head back to invite me to really give it to her.
We fucked. We fucked hard. I bent my lover in half and hammered her so hard that her tig ole bitties went wobbling in every direction like they were made of jello. I loved the sight so much that I simply HAD to smash my face into them and smother my cheeks in titflesh. And we athletically bucked and rutted with wild abandon. We fucked hard. It had always been our way of making love, and this moment was no exception. Or so I thought...
I'd forgotten that we were in a war, and I let my situational awareness slacken as I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the bliss of rutting in and out of Adrienne-Fucking-Sports-Illustrated-Supermodel-Dennis' tight wet cunt. I wasn't in danger of popping off just yet, but I felt the tingling in my balls that told me I was having a really good time and would get to the danger zone if I didn't slow down. But in the meantime, I enjoyed the sexual buzz and fucked to my heart's content, never seeing the change in Adrienne's blissful expression.
Had my eyes been open, I might have seen the way her irises sharpened from light hazel to a sharper gold. I might have seen the way her lips curled upward in a silent smirk. And I might have recognized the sudden tension in her thighs meant that she was about to cinch her calves around my neck and then use the grip to roll me onto my side.
But my eyes weren't open. And I didn't see any of that happen. So I was completely at Adrienne's mercy when she rolled us over ... right onto the floor.
Her move might have worked on my big bed in the master bedroom at Berkeley. That was a king size, and there was a lot more room to spread out. But my bed in my parents' house was a full size, and with DJ and Brooke occupying half of it, there was nowhere for my body to go but off the edge. With a shout I felt my body go weightless in the air. And with a grunt I landed on my back about thirty inches below where I'd started.
I was still trying to get my bearings when Adrienne suddenly landed on top of me, her hair wild and partially hanging in her face. Without ceremony, she grabbed my still-hard cock, elevated it, and then impaled herself. And before I could utter a word of complaint she bent forward and smothered my face in her tits.
If this was losing the war, I didn't want to win.
"Unngh! Ohhh! FUCK, Tiger I love your cock! So big! So thick! So fucking FILLING me better than anything I've ever had! Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Adrienne humped her body in staccato rhythm with her exclamations, her wet tightness gripping my shaft like a third hand as she expertly worked her inner muscles around my invading prick.
I couldn't reply, not verbally. Mouth full of Adrienne-boob, you remember. Fuck, I never wanted to open my mouth again.
But open it I did ... eventually. Not right away, and not until Adrienne had her orgasm, which came rather suddenly you see.
One minute, the bodaciously busty blonde was bumping and grinding to her heart's content on top of me while doing her best to kill me from mammary asphyxiation. The next minute, she suddenly tensed up and screamed loud enough to announce to the whole house, "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Her pussy muscles clamped around me like a vise, the sudden pressure abruptly sucking the sperm out of me and forcing me to break my liplock on her teat and bellow my own release. Without letting go of her vaginal death grip, Adrienne's pelvis rocked back and forth like she was spastically shaking my joystick on an ancient arcade game, the movement milking my cock for more and more spunk. My lover thrashed on top of me for a good thirty seconds, wailing her ecstasy the whole time, before finally giving a final jerk and then collapsing atop my chest like so much dead weight, rather accidentally attempting to suffocate me once more with those massive tits while my hips quaked and shuddered and spat out the final few globs of jism into her receptive body.
Adrienne finally went still, and eventually my body cried out for oxygen. For about two seconds, I debated whether or not my continued conscious existence on Planet Earth was worth removing my face from Adrienne's heavenly bosom, and I seriously had to think about it. But the primal instinct to stay alive finally won out, and I slid her body to the side and gasped for air.
Just then, Adrienne tensed up again, her arms cinching around my torso while her pussy clamped down one last time. I felt an odd sensation rubbing against my now-sensitive prick deep within her loins, but then the sensation was gone and my lover relaxed with a sigh.
And that's when I saw Brooke, grinning her evil grin and holding up a familiar neon purple dildo, still glistening with Astroglide lube.
I rolled my eyes and set my head back down with a sigh. Round One to my little sister. But she wanted six total, and I had five more to go.
I didn't make it to six. I didn't even make it to five. Actually, I only came four times, and Brooke didn't even get one of them.
Not directly, at least.
My second ejaculation exploded all over DJ's face and neck while my turgid rod glided effortlessly through her lubed up 34DD tits. Adrienne was busy eating her out, so Brooke got the first crack at licking up my sloppy spending.
I busted my third nut into Adrienne's mouth while she crouched on all fours immediately over Brooke who had a double-ended dildo crammed into both of their pussies while DJ worked the neon purple dildo in and out of the supermodel's ass, making her airtight. Adrienne didn't swallow a drop, instead keeping it all in her mouth before bending down and snowballing all that jizz to my little sister.
And finally, three hours after we'd started, my fourth cumload jetted maybe an inch into DJ's clenching asshole, my own hand squeezing out every last drop while keeping my mushroom head just inside her sphincter. Brooke was beneath my fiancée in a sixty-nine position, and once I finished I grabbed DJ by the hips and sat her down on Brooke's face, practically forcing my little sister to suck out the anal creampie.
I win.
Yay me.
-- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2005, WINTER BREAK --
By Christmas Eve tradition, the entire extended family (minus Brandi, plus DJ) stayed home to hang out together. I found myself surrounded by sisters on the couch, and Eden and Emma played the "babies of the family" card to kick out DJ and Adrienne so they could use me as their backrest.
Family poker started up in the afternoon, and pregnant with his only grandchild or not, Dad was merciless in making DJ broke. Thankfully, Adrienne was still the prime card shark of the family and she got revenge for her sister-in-law to be.
Then Adrienne proceeded to sink me, and my loving fiancée helped her.
Stupid girls.
But then to my everlasting surprise, first Adrienne and then Brooke went bankrupt, leaving us as the only three out of the game except for my Dad. He still enjoyed watching and providing helpful/manipulative comments to the twins, and with an exchange of glances DJ apparently agreed to stick around to ensure nobody left the family room. And then Adrienne and Brooke rather coyly dragged me upstairs and into Adrienne's bedroom for a three-way quickie we managed to pull off before they finished the card game.
I love my girls...
-- SUNDAY, DECEMBER 25, 2005, WINTER BREAK --
Christmas Day went well, for the most part. Everyone exchanged presents and Adrienne managed to pick up several baby gifts for DJ as well, along with a maternity outfit or two. And then everyone split up to make their traditional phone calls.
Megan Kwan and Cassidy O'Leary called to say Merry Christmas, but those conversations didn't last very long. I found out that both girls had new boyfriends, Megan's not really serious but Cassidy quite in love and hopeful for the future.
After those, I found myself staring at my cell phone for a long while. I couldn't remember the last time Dawn and I HADN'T exchanged Christmas greetings. We'd shared every Christmas together from infancy until fifth grade, and even then we still called each other on the phone. But this year she was up in Morris Camp, and I somehow knew that she wouldn't be calling me this year.
I debated calling her, but then ultimately decided against it. My life wasn't about her anymore. I was building a new one with DJ.
After lunch, Keira Fitzpatrick (née McNeil) stopped by with her husband Sean and baby Colin, now just over two. They and my parents exchanged gift baskets and settled into the living room to chat while the twins took Colin into the family room to play. DJ spotted the toddler and rushed over to him, instantly fawning and cooing over the precious little boy, no doubt imagining what her own baby would look like.
I came over to watch, and was only a little surprised when DJ led Colin by the hand over to me and then parked the kid in my lap. We stared at each other for a long while, me making goofy faces and him staring at me like I was some crazy old guy from outer space. Colin soon warmed up to me, and started giggling like crazy while I tossed him up into the air and caught him over and over and over again.
That was when Keira appeared in the archway with a funny smile on her face. "Ben ... is there something you need to tell me?" she asked in a melodiously reassuring voice that brought back so many memories.
I glanced over as she sauntered into the room, just as beautiful as the day she first brought me into her house to fix that silly towel bar. She was more beautiful, in fact, because she had the happy glow of motherhood and love about her, instead of the melancholy quiet of a young widow.
Turning Colin about, setting him on his feet, and letting him toddle off to less distracted play partners, I flashed Keira a smirk. "I take it my parents told you."
"They did. But I still want to hear you tell me." She sat down on the adjacent couch to me.
I glanced up as DJ came to join me on the couch, interlacing her fingers through mine. "I'm getting married," I replied.
Keira beamed at both of us, and then arched an eyebrow while adding, "And... ?"
I grinned. "And we're having a baby."
She didn't squeal like a schoolgirl, the way some of DJ's froshling friends had reacted. Instead, Keira sighed blissfully, a big smile on her face as she opened her arms, clearly expecting a hug.
I gave it to her, and then pulled back just far enough for her to peck my lips before letting me sit back down beside DJ. There was a lot being communicated between our eyes, but nothing out loud. For one thing, most people in this house still didn't know the exact nature of our relationship. Certainly, her husband Sean didn't know his wife had taken my virginity, and while my parents might suspect something, nothing had ever been confirmed aloud. Later that night, DJ would ask me if I had ever slept with the beautiful older woman. My fiancée had picked up on the vibe, and given that I was about to share the rest of my life with her, I went ahead and told her everything, from my virginity to the "remodeling" and to Keira's request for me to father a child, although as it turned out Sean made Colin all on his own. It was a lot to take in, but I assured DJ that it was all in my past. And she was quite pleased to find out that not even Dawn knew of my history with the ex-Widow McNeil.
But that came much later. In the family room right then and there, we only explained that Keira was our neighbor and that I used to fix things at her house when I was in high school, back before she remarried. Keira also pointed out that she'd been in a similar situation to us, having become pregnant by her boyfriend and then deciding to get married after the baby was born. Though the approach to making a family was not traditional, it seemed to be working for her, and her success gave hope to me and DJ.
Once we explained to DJ who Keira was and why she was visiting us on Christmas Day, the conversation turned to the topic at the forefront of DJ's and my mind. "How's parenthood?" I asked.
"It's great, like always," Keira replied easily.
"Like always? Are you getting more rest? The last time I saw you was last year, and you mentioned that Colin wasn't such a great sleeper."
Keira sighed and shook her head ruefully. "A little. He's definitely old enough to sleep through the night, but we moved him into his own room and he has this habit of waking up once or twice in the middle of the night calling for mommy. He's not hungry or anything, but it's like he just needs to see my face and be reassured that I still exist before he can go back to bed."
"Nightmares?"
"Not usually. He's not scared of monsters or anything, maybe just scared of being alone."
DJ and I both nodded to that, and then DJ asked the most common question presented to the parent of a small child. "So any plans to have more?"
Keira gave us a rueful smile and glanced out the archway. Her husband Sean was still in the living room talking with my parents. "Well..." she began slowly. "Plans, yes. Sean definitely wants a girl."
"I sense a 'but' coming," I commented.
"Well, we're holding off on actively trying just yet. Taking care of a toddler is tough."
"Really?"
"There's just so much of your life that changes when you have kids. I don't mean to scare you, but I do hope you're prepared for what's to come," Keira began seriously before throwing up her hands and cracking a smile. "What am I saying? There's no such thing as 'prepared'. Let's start with that. Sean and I were as prepared as two people could be. We did all our homework and took the baby classes and did all the shopping ahead of time. We had all the equipment and book smarts on how to keep a baby alive, but there's really nothing that can prepare you for the daily ins-and-outs of parenthood."
I frowned. "Nothing? I mean, DJ's not even six weeks pregnant yet. We've got some time to learn, and surely there's some advice you can give us."
That rueful smile was back, and Keira sighed. "There's describing love and then there's being in love. People have been trying to answer for thousands of years: 'How do I know when I'm in love?' Really, the only answer is: 'You know when you know.' Nobody can tell you how it's going to feel. You just feel it. Being a parent is like that. You can read everything you want, have other people tell you what it's like, and do all the research in the world, but you'll never truly get it until you're a parent yourself."
I arched an eyebrow at her. "Gee, thanks for all the help."
Keira laughed. "Well, I can certainly try. More information is better than nothing, I suppose. Just keep in mind what I said about not truly getting it until you're there."
"Fair enough. But really..." I took a deep breath and squeezed DJ's hand. "It's kinda scary facing the idea of having a baby in another eight months. I mean, one that we can't send home to its parents at the end of the day."
"That's really it in a nutshell. Lots of people like to play with babies. Lots of people really WANT to have a baby, without really knowing what they're getting into. I was like that, if you'll remember..."
Keira's voice trailed off and she gave me a look. I certainly remembered how desperate she was for a child, even asking ME to father it, even though she was only 30 and still had lots of time to find Mr. Right, which she eventually did. But DJ didn't know that part yet, and so we moved on.
"People think about how soft and squishy and heartbreakingly adorable babies are. But it's a lot of work. Those first few months when Colin wouldn't sleep for more than three hours nearly killed me. You want to prepare yourself? Set your alarm to wake you up every three hours. And when you do, you can't just hit snooze and go back to sleep. You've got to get up and putter around half-asleep for at least thirty minutes, the way you would if you were nursing a child, and then you'd only have two and a half hours left. Try it for a week and then tell me you're ready for a baby."
DJ and I glanced at each other with nervous expressions.
"There will be times when your kid is crying for no apparent reason, enough for most parents to instantly claim they've got a colicky baby. But it's not colic. The baby's just being a baby, and the parents can't handle it. Babies cry. They can't tell you they're tired or hungry or have a dirty diaper. They can't tell you they just aren't comfortable in the position you're holding them and what seems to work perfectly one week doesn't work to satisfy them the next. A baby's needs are constantly changing and you'll find yourselves pretty much living by trial and error day-by-day, seeing what will get the damn kid to shut up for five measly minutes so your headache MAYBE will go away."
Yeah, that was a pleasant thought.
"And forget about your daily life. I used to watch all sorts of TV shows and go to the movies and visit with friends. That all came to a crashing halt. My coworkers would talk about some movie they'd seen or ask if I was as amazed by some twist on a TV show we all loved. I'd have to tell them I didn't see them. Was taking care of Colin or trying to catch a nap. My friends would call to meet up for dinner but I couldn't find the time to put on a nice outfit and fix my makeup, let alone leave Colin for two hours. Our social lives ground to a halt while we tried to figure out a completely new balance of getting through each day. All of the things we used to do while childless went out the window, replaced by the routines of feeding and rocking and don't even get me started on explosive poopy diapers..."
DJ was gripping my hand pretty tight, and when I glanced over she was starting to look a little green.
But Keira was on a roll. "Making gourmet dinners turns into sending Sean to Del Taco at 2am for burrito grease that will keep my belly from growling for a little while. Getting the news means reading the highlights on the Yahoo! frontpage for five minutes before Colin cries again. And forget about sex. Putting aside the damage done to your precious hoo-ha, assuming they don't cut you open with a pair of scissors like I did, you're rarely ever going to WANT to have sex even once your doctor clears you. Sleep is the new desire, the thing you don't get enough of but crave all the time."
Now DJ's free hand was on her chest while she tried not to choke or vomit, I'm not sure which.
"But you suck it up and deal," Keira insisted. "You do it because you have to, and remember this part, guys. There are only two kinds of people in this world: Parents, and non-parents. Non-parents have it easy. They go about their days without having to constantly worry about the safety, health, and development of this little ball of flesh that can't do a damn thing for himself. And it's more than just keeping him alive. It's nurturing and teaching and forcing yourself to have conversations with him when he can't talk back because in the back of your head you know that's what you're supposed to do for him to grow up healthy and successful. Some days, you find yourself wanting to just turn on the TV and park the damn kid in a playpen and let him scream until he passes out. He's got a diaper so he shouldn't soil the playpen, and inside there he can't get hurt. It's a constant fight with your own conscience to remember to be a 'parent' and not just 'somebody who has a kid', to remember the difference and strive to be better and not just take the easy way out."
Keira sighed. "Sean used to love playing video games. Did I ever tell you he works at Blizzard now? The point is: he's a gamer at heart, and he had to put that all away when he became a parent. No more WoW. No more PlayStation. There's no time. He works long enough hours that he gets little enough time with Colin, and Sean has to make the most of that narrow window between dinner and 9pm when Colin goes to bed. After that, it's a choice between playing his games, spending time with me, or catching up on sleep. Thankfully for our marriage, he chooses me and the sleep. That's parenthood."
DJ's grip was practically cracking the bones in my hand now.
"And then there's me. Sean makes good money, and the house is paid off. Yeah, my salary more than covers Colin's day care, but Sean's always telling me I could quit and stay home with the baby. Sometimes I think about it. As his mother, I do miss my baby during the day. But on the other hand, Colin's right about to hit pre-school and then he'll be in regular school, and if I quit, what would I be doing with myself then? I'm still young. I'm good at what I do and I still WANT to have a career. But then if we DO have another child, maybe it will make sense for me to become a stay at home mom and look after both of them. But I don't know that I'm ready for that. It's hard enough having given up so many things about my social life to focus on parenthood. Now to give up my career as well and be a mother full-time? I don't know that I'm ready to do that."
DJ was nodding thoughtfully, but her grip didn't ease up on my hand.
Keira sighed, raising her eyes and giving me a bemused look. "I don't know how your parents did it, raising five children. I respect the heck of out them for it, and I've been coming over here quite often to get their advice. The twins have become quite the proficient baby-sitters. And really, that's the light at the end of the tunnel. The baby gets older. He learns to take care of himself more and more and more. Potty training is tough right now, but he'll get there. He's already starting to feed himself. And before I know it, he'll be right in front of me the way you are sitting there, Ben, holding hands with his fiancée telling me he's getting married."
I sat up straight, taking a deep breath. DJ relaxed her grip, and right about then Colin came toddling over from where he'd been playing with the twins, literally launching himself into his mother's arms. Keira scooped him up, nuzzled their noses together, and grinned to hear his happy laughter. DJ swooned and rubbed my forearm with her free hand. And then Keira spun Colin around so he could sit on her lap facing us.
"Look at this face. Isn't he the cutest? And this is what gets you through each day: just how amazing it is to know that you created this bundle of adorable-ness, that you're his mama, and that you're the one thing in the entire world he loves more than anything else."
I grinned, catching Colin's eye and then making funny faces again just to make him giggle.
"So that's parenthood," Keira finished. "Any questions?"
Later that night, in bed, I held DJ in my arms while she looked at me with all sorts of nervousness. I hadn't gotten laid tonight; DJ had been introspective and not in a horny kind of disposition. But I'd focused on being strong and by her side all night instead of looking for release from Adrienne or Brooke. The others recognized DJ's mood and gave us space, and so now here we were, two parents-to-be with a lot to think about now that we were alone for the first time all night.
She first asked the question that had been on her mind for a while, the one about whether or not I'd ever slept with my beautiful older neighbor. I told her about everything, including how she'd been like a mentor to me in learning the ways of love and romance and how to treat a woman. I assured DJ that I trusted Keira completely, and that she'd never steered me wrong.
"So you believe all that she said about how hard it'll be to raise a child?"
"Sure, but it's really nothing we haven't heard before. Lots of books and articles talk about sleep-deprivation and lack of free time."
"I guess. It all just sounded so ... dramatic ... the way she put it."
I smirked. "I'm sure there's a good amount of parental frustration in there, instead of the more clinical descriptions you'd get from a book. But in the end, she's happy. And she clearly loves her son."
"But she's not sure if she'll have another one. Knowing what she knows now, about how hard it is, she might very well decide NOT to have a baby."
"Perhaps. I can certainly imagine how two kids would REALLY be a handful."
DJ went quiet for a long few moments, staring at my chest and rubbing my arm absentmindedly. But after a deep breath, she raised her eyes to mine and asked softly, "Are we ready for this?"
"We will be," I assured her. "We've got until August to get ourselves squared away."
"But even then, will we be ready?"
"Well ... maybe it's like Keira said. We can be as totally prepared as possible, but even then there's no such thing as 'ready' for being a parent. I thought for a long time about being in a relationship with you, a serious one and not just friends-with-benefits fucking around within 'The Family'. I thought long and hard about my remnant feelings for Dawn and about the mechanics and operational complications of being with you. But in the end, I knew I was in love with you when I knew, ready or not."
"ARE you in love with me?"
"Deej..." I frowned, wondering how she could even question that. "Absolutely I'm in love with you."
She sighed, although her expression lightened to hear me say it. But then with a deep exhalation, her smile faded and she leaned forward to press her forehead against my chest. "Hold me, please," she requested quietly.
I held her. I held her tight, rubbing her back and scalp and reassuring her with little phrases that I was here for her and would always be here for her. She shivered a little, but seemed to calm down.
"Tell me everything's going to be okay."
"Everything's going to be okay," I answered.
"Tell me we're going to be good parents."
"We're going to be great parents."
"Tell me we're going to be able to handle work and school and losing out on all the fun things we get to do now since we don't have to take care of an infant 24/7 just yet."
I chuckled and looked down to see she'd picked her head up and was looking at me again. "We'll handle work and school. And we won't lose ALL the fun things we get to do. Reading up on things, the waking-up-every-three-hours thing should only last a couple of months. Paige said that April was sleeping through the night at like 4 months."
"I guess. But there are no guarantees. What if we have a colicky baby? What if he ... or she ... wakes up every three hours until he's a year old? What if ... what if she ... or he ... is disabled?"
"Then we'll love and take care of him or her all the more."
"You're really sure about this, aren't you?"
"Absolutely. I want to marry you. I want to have this child. Never doubt that."
"No..." DJ sighed, looking down at my chest. "I don't..."
Kissing her forehead again, I told her I loved her, feeling better that I'd assured her I didn't have any doubts.
The thing is, I never asked her.
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