by Mary Jaine
Now she was down to her bra and panties, and as she unsnapped her bra and slid her panties down I got to see once again for myself just what a beautiful girl she was; long, lithe, endless legs, slim, shapely hips and buttocks flaring out from her tiny waist, high, proud little breasts with delicious dark coral nipples, the whole package beautifully set-off by her faintly golden-tinged ivory skin, pale, creamy and exotic. Add to that the face of an angel, and you could see why I stopped dead to just drink her all in, enthralled by her beauty, and once again wondering how a girl like that could even have time for me, let alone love me the way she did.
Shari snapped her fingers, jolting me out of my reverie.
"Up here, Bobby, my face is up here! What are you staring at baby?" she murmured, and I grinned at her.
"I was just thinking you're not too shabby yourself; I could see myself hanging on to you a while longer!"
She smiled as she closed the distance between us and poked me lightly in the chest.
"There are so many ways you are going to pay for that, mister, and don't think I've forgotten about last night either!"
With that, she pushed me backwards, and as I fell backwards onto the bed, she landed on top of me.
"Gotcha, now do things to me, baby, you owe me!" she growled, nipping my chin and kissing my throat as her hands squeezed her favourite part of me. She didn't need to worry about that; from the second I'd pulled her jeans down I'd been solidly erect, my cock almost supernaturally hard as I contemplated my girl, and she knew it. There was one thing I wanted to do before all else; I wanted to taste her again, I wanted to kiss and lap her pussy and lick up her sweet juices and immerse myself in her tangy sweetness. Shari saw it in my eyes, and grinned, biting her lip as she slid herself up my torso until her knees were either side of my head, and her beautifully bare little pussy-slit was right above my mouth. As she leaned forward to rest her hands on the wall above the bed-head, I clamped hold of her taut little bum-cheeks and pulled her against my mouth.
She groaned softly as I flattened my tongue and licked her from her tight, sweet little anus to the hood of her stiff clitoris, shuddering as I did it again, and again, while I revelled in the taste and rich, spicy scent of her, enjoying the feeling as her labia swelled warmly against my lips and tongue. She began to rock above me, pushing her pussy more and more insistently against my mouth as I pulled her ever tighter against me, my tongue parting her lips and exploring the warmth behind them, gasping as I penetrated her with my tongue, pushing her labia apart to invade her most private inner recesses.
"Yess, Bobby, oh yesss, like that, oh yess!" she murmured as she ground her pussy against my lips and tongue while my tongue darted and rubbed inside her, then began licking her hard little clitoris, her tangy sweet juices pouring into my mouth as her arousal began to peak. There was something I wanted to try, and as she ground and gasped and trembled above me, I held on to her silky thighs to pull her tight against my mouth as I pointed my tongue, and pushed the tip into her tight little rosebud as hard as I could.
Shari screamed as she came, a flood of her sweet perfumed juices pouring over my mouth and chin as she whined and shuddered above me. I continued to rim her, enjoying the feeling of her bum cheeks flexing and bobbing in my hands as she rode out her orgasm, the taste of her as she peaked changing from tangy sweet to an earthier, more arousing tang.
I held her above me as long as I could, enjoying the feel of her pussy trembling and fluttering against my lips as her orgasm rocketed around her system, until eventually she sighed and slumped down, leaning on the wall as she rested her damp forehead against the cool paintwork. I helped her climb off me and slide down next to me, where she took my chin and gently pulled my face around so she could look into my eyes.
"Bobby, that was...incredible, where did that come from, I never showed you that!" she murmured, smiling gently.
I grinned at her, enjoying the look and feel of her, she was my girl and I satisfied her, fucking A! She quirked an eyebrow at me, so I answered her question.
"It seemed like a good idea, I thought I'd try it and see what happens, why, did you like it?"
She grinned and thumped me lightly on the chest. "It was wonderful baby, and you know it! Next time you have an idea like that, go for it! Now it's your turn!"
I don't really feel too stimulated by oral sex, it's nice, and I do like it, but having my cock sucked didn't really do it for me most of the time. I much preferred to make love to my girl, not lie there and try and think sexy thoughts; when it comes to oral sex, I'd rather give than receive, so when she made as if to go down on me, I pulled her back up to me and clamped my lips on hers as I squeezed her lovely squeezable bum.
Shari smiled against my lips and reached down to give me a quick squeeze, then sighed as I positioned myself and slowly slid into her tight wetness. Shari wrapped her arms about my neck and pulled me closer, kissing me more seriously as I began to pump my cock into her, enjoying immensely the feel of her pushing back against me as I pushed into her. It didn't take long for me to get to that place. Shari was almost there again, her breathing rapid and her face flushed as she jammed herself against me in counterpoint to my thrusts into her.
I felt my balls tighten, and that familiar tingle in the tops of my thighs, the pit of my belly, and behind the root of my cock. Shari too was on her last strokes, her movements against me almost frenzied as we moved together, until:
"Oh God, yesss, oh Bobby, yess, oh yess!" she moaned, her pussy clamping down around me as she came, the sensation finally pushing me over the edge, and I swear I felt my cock swell as long, thrilling, satisfying pulses of spunk shot out of me and deep into my beautiful sister, the girl I loved! On and on we rolled, the convulsive squeezing of her pussy milking more and more out of me, and the feel of me shooting deep into her feeding her own orgasm.
At last we were done. I slumped down beside her, breathless, my heart hammering with the exertion, Shari in no better state. We lay quiet and motionless as we slowly calmed down, breathing and heart-rates slowly returning to normal, the fatigue of our recent exertions slowly ebbing away. Shari finally turned to me and kissed me gently, lovingly, on the lips.
"That was lovely, Bobby, one day, make babies with me like that, okay?"
I nodded, grinning foolishly at the thought of having a baby with this beautiful girl, sister or not!
Shari hadn't finished, though. I could see she had something on her mind.
"Bobby, what you did today, helping that boy, that Leon person, that was very brave, and very generous of you, and I'm proud of you. Your heart is definitely in the right place. You and Ricky did the right thing, you helped someone who needed you, but in future just be careful, please, both of you, and try to not hurt anyone, you know how I feel about violence, I saw so much of it at home..."
I saw the bright tears glimmering in the corners of her eyes, and I realised she was thinking of her mother, and what our father used to do to her, and I cursed myself for telling her and bringing those memories back again. I kissed her tears away and held her against me until she turned away and spooned up against me, speaking again, but so softly now I could barely hear her.
"Bobby, I'm a realist, I know there might be times when you have no choice, and you'll have to fight; just promise me you won't go starting anything, okay? Please don't be your father..."
That jolted me awake; she was frightened I'd become the kind of man my father was, something I would avoid at all costs. It had felt undeniably good to drop that bloke, and that thought scared me; it was the kind of thought my father would have, and I'd sworn never to be the man he was.
Shuddering at how close I'd come to being like my father, I promised myself I'd never again give her cause to have this conversation with me. As I was starting to drift away, still pondering her words, Shari twisted around and kissed me lightly.
"Bobby, I forgot to ask, did this Leon say anything about his girlfriend? What's she like, and what's her name?"
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p; I had to think for a second, remembering our talk in the coffee-shop.
"He said she's a medical student, and that we'd like her. Her name is..." I had to rack my brains for a second or two. "Oh yes, her name's Judy; Judy Nixon, apparently her dad's a doctor too…"
I awoke from a complicated and confusing dream, or maybe nightmare; in my dream, I was in a plush room, with Leon, and a girl whose face I never saw, and Barbara was there, too. She was trying to talk to me, to tell me something, and I was straining to hear what she was saying, but her voice was being constantly drowned out by the roaring background silence. I knew it was important, maybe the most important thing I'd ever hear, but try a I might, I couldn't make out what she was trying to tell me. Suddenly Nicky was there, his furious face covered in terrible scars and cuts, his habitual grin replaced by a huge scar pulling his mouth down on one side. He reached out and grabbed my collar, cuffing me on the side of the head, shouting "How could you do that, why did you let it happen, where the hell were you? She needed you!"
I jerked awake with a shout, to see Shari's eyes full of concern.
"What is it baby? That was some nightmare, you've been twisting and muttering, do you want to tell me about it?"
I couldn't properly recall the dream; like all dreams, what had seemed so clear and insightful had faded almost immediately; the only images that remained clearly were Barbara's anguished face and Nicky's bruised, bleeding face covered with scars and cuts, hurts put there by my father.
I lay back, suddenly realising I was covered in sweat, and still too unsettled to go back to sleep. I couldn't work out what had brought that on; I never dreamed, or if I did, I never remembered my dreams, but this one had reached down into me and pulled all sorts of switches and I didn't know why. Shari pulled herself closer to me and looked at me quizzically.
"Baby, you're trembling! What frightened you, what did you see?"
I didn't know, but, for the first time in my life, I felt a deep melancholy, a sadness so profound I wanted to cry. I needed to cry, and I didn't know why, and that unsettled me even more. I felt like I'd forgotten something I really needed to know, and the loss was gnawing at me. Shari sat up and pulled me even closer, cradling my head in her arms, holding me close and gently rubbing my head, the way you'd calm a small child.
"Let it go, baby, whatever it was, just let it go, you're safe now, I've got you..." she murmured, and for some reason, that picture of Barbara back home on the mantelpiece flashed into my mind, her smiling face and carefree expression, and her bracelet glittering in the light from the camera flash. That jerked me awake again, and now my head was full of that image, entwined with memories of how we'd treated her, ignored her, closed our ears to her cries, and pretended that she was fine, that all was well in our world. There was no more sleep for me that afternoon.
*
We were dressed and ready for dinner with Leon and his girl by 7 p.m., Shari in a deceptively modest black cocktail dress that made her look delicious and my preferred first course at any banquet, the dreams and memories of earlier temporarily banished by the sight of my beautiful girl.
"Do you like it?" she smiled, pirouetting to show off her svelte figure in that figure-hugging dress, and I could only nod, once again lost in admiration of her long, supple legs, her trim, sexy body, and her gorgeous hair tumbling down her back in a riotous mass of red-bronze curls. I was dressed in a pair of dress slacks and a new white dress shirt, and a subdued purple silk tie with a "Hermés" label she'd pulled out of one of the boxes we'd brought back from the shopping mall.
Shari pronounced me fit to be seen in public, so I knocked on the interconnecting door, which was opened by Yaz. Her dress wasn't at all deceptively modest; on the contrary, it seemed to be competing for the title of world's shortest dress. It was a glittering metallic Teal green, to set off her Titian-red hair, her lips a blaze of almost fluorescent crimson against her pale olive skin, with her hair cascading carelessly over her shoulder, and towering matching green stiletto heels making her already flawless legs look truly endless to finish the look; she looked breathtaking; my baby sister was stunning, no escaping the fact; but then, so was my older sister, and they were going to make maximum impact tonight, I would have bet the farm on it.
We made our way down to the lobby, to wait for our guests, other guests and visitors stopping dead in their tracks to stare at the two visions of loveliness walking through the lobby like they owned the place. Leon was already seated there, waiting for us, talking to a girl with her back to us, with colour-streaked hair cut in a layered shaggy mop. As we walked up to the eating area, he glanced up and spotted us, immediately standing up and smiling. His girlfriend also stood up, smoothing down her really short shift dress as she stood, and turned to greet us. She was a pretty little thing, petite bordering on tiny, with thick, dark eyebrows framing a pretty, elfin face, and a gold pendant piercing through her bottom lip. She smiled broadly, and then, for a second, her smile faltered and her eyes widened behind her pink-tinted pixie glasses as she looked intently from Rick's face to mine and back again.
"Guys, this is Judy Nixon, my fiancée. Judy, these are the two guys who saved my ass today, Rick and Bobby, but I haven't met these two lovely young ladies yet!"
I made the introductions, introducing Yaz and Shari as our girlfriends; it was too complex to explain our real relationship, and they didn't actually need to know that anyway. Judy shook hands with all of us, then looked up at me.
"So, Bobby...and Rick; am I right in thinking that would be short for Robert and Richard?"
I nodded, and she looked appraisingly at me, then flicked her glance over Rick again, obviously comparing our features, noting the resemblance. We chatted for a few minutes while we waited for the car we'd booked to take us to the restaurant, Judy asking about England, what we did, how old we were, all the little things you talk about when you first meet someone. The conversation we'd had earlier that day about his boss and the place he worked came back to me, and so I asked Leon what I thought were a couple of innocuous enough questions, just politeness regarding his place of work and his "English" boss. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn Judy deliberately jumped-in to change the subject each time. I let it go; it didn't seem important, and we'd only just met them, so it seemed impolite to press him about something so trivial...
After a short while, Judy excused herself, and still hadn't returned when our driver arrived, so Leon went to look for her. I led the way to the minivan, and happened to look back, to see Judy and Leon partially concealed behind a potted Weeping Fig tree in the lobby, having some sort of heated conversation, Judy arguing with Leon while simultaneously speaking to someone on her cell phone.
I turned away; it was none of my business, anyway, and they both seemed fine when they joined us out by the entrance, chatting quite normally and affably as the minivan threaded its way through the downtown traffic.
Dinner was very good, an harmonious blend of traditional Malaysian cooking and American flair, most of the dishes exotic and interesting, although I drew the line at the Mee Goreng; there were just too many tentacles in it for me to want to give it a try. Rick and Leon ribbed me gently about it, telling me that squid was delicious, I really should try some, and to just ignore it if it winked at me; somehow, appetising as they made it sound, I just couldn't bring myself to do it...
Yaz jabbed Rick with her elbow and squeezed my hand.
"Ignore him, baby, I can't take him anywhere twice! Here sweetie, you can have my Satay instead, I'll take the Mee Goreng!"
I noticed Judy watching all this carefully, interestedly, almost like she was evaluating us, Rick and me in particular. Once we'd got to the coffee stage, Leon grinned and leaned back in his chair, smiling at all of us.
"Guys, you really saved my ass today, I thank you, Judy thanks you, and most of all, my mom thanks you! She keeps saying I need to meet new people; I guess I did, it's just that one set tried to rearrange my face, and you guys came along and saved m
y ass! Somehow I don't think she meant it in quite the way it happened, but I'm sure glad you guys came along when you did!"
After a good dinner, with good wines and some really good beers, we eventually called it a night, and had the restaurant call us a minivan to take us back to the hotel. Once there, Leon and Judy made their farewells. Leon remarked that he'd be along in the morning to take Rick and me out and show us around, and Judy wanted to show the girls some of the better-kept secrets of Albany's shopping experience, so that was how we left it.
We were in good spirits when we went up to our rooms, although for some reason the intent, sometimes almost hostile, looks I'd seen occasionally flit across Judy's face puzzled me. I shook it from my mind; I was mistaken, I must be; I didn't really know enough about people to interpret their body-language that well, and I was probably on completely the wrong wavelength.
Morning found us lounging in the lobby, having a coffee and a muffin for breakfast rather than another of those gargantuan meat-feasts, while we waited for Leon, and that was where he and Judy found us. Judy was dressed in a style she seemed more comfortable with than the more or less conventional dress of the previous night; now she was dressed in a tiny red skirt, more a belt than anything else, an off-the-shoulder 'Clash' tour t-shirt with a picture of Joe Strummer on it, and red patent stilettos. Once we'd shaken hands all over again, we said our farewells to the girls after arranging to meet for lunch, and Leon led Rick and me out to his car, a massive cherry-red Dodge Nitro.
For the next three hours Leon, Rick and I chatted and joked as we took in the sights of Albany; a short cruise in an authentic paddle-steamer, a wander round the spectacular Empire State Plaza, which was, for me, absolutely breathtaking, the Museum of Fire-Fighting, which Leon was especially proud of, as he came from a family of fire-fighters, and the New York State Capitol. We tried street food, including the best hot dog I've ever eaten, had a beer in a genuine sports bar, and promised Leon we'd come with him one day to the Baseball Hall of Fame at Cooperstown. By now it was time to meet up with the girls again, so Leon happily cut the tour short and we hustled back to meet the girls, who'd elected to try the delights of the UNO Chicago Grill in the Crossgates mall.