A Woman in Hardware Ch. 02
Chris went home with a song in his heart and a smile on his lips. He looked forward to the next day. At
the dinner table he was monosyllabic, his thoughts on what he considered to be
the most fantastic day of his life. For the third time, Jill asked him to pass
the sugar and her voice was laced with a certain amount of sarcasm brought on by
his inattention. Helen noticed as well and asked where his mind was rambling.
Chris then realized he wasn’t living up to the promises he had made to Sue.
Therefore, he changed his behavior and paid close attention to his loved ones
the rest of the night. Chris considered telling Jill what had happened, but
something held his tongue. He knew he would tell her in the next few days. They
told each other everything; but for now, he would keep his joy to himself. Maybe
that was why he hadn’t confided in her; his overwhelming joy that he was
screwing his vivacious, funny, sexy neighbor when Jill had no outlet herself, no
joy of her own to share with him. It hit him how drab his sister’s life had
become. Chris promised himself he would pay even more attention to Jill. It was
a promise that would become increasingly easy to keep in the next few days. He
went to bed that night with thoughts of buns dancing in his head; glorious,
fleshy buns whose muscles sent messages dancing directly to his
genitals.
The next morning, Chris began painting Sue’s house again. He
couldn’t find his old brush, so he stripped a new one out of its wrapper,
beginning where he had left off yesterday. As he worked, he dreamed of
yesterday’s activities hoping Sue would show up. Her comments as he left
yesterday led him to believe he could expect more of the same. Still, he could
enjoy her company, if she had a change of heart. Sue came out of her home around
noon and asked, “Would you like lunch?” This was a change; he usually went home
for lunch.
“I have something waiting at home,” Chris
replied.
There was a strange look in her eye when she said, “I have some
interior work I want you to perform.” Sue continued, her voice dripping with
suggestion, “I was hoping you would… plunge right in after… eating out.” For a
moment, Chris missed the innuendo. Then, it dawned on him.
“How deep
would I have to plunge?”
Sue replied, “It’s a very penetrating job. You
would have to use a tool to oil it.”
This sent them into gales of
laughter. They didn’t realize they were behaving normally - for two lovers -
finding humor in the silliest of comments. Chris decided that maybe he better
have lunch with his neighbor. It sounded like a considerably more attractive
offer than the sandwich waiting for him at home. Sue led him inside. When the
door closed, she had him in her arms. Sue wriggled her body against his and
kissed him deeply. Her arms around his neck; she pulled herself against him. She
was a luscious bundle. Chris started to fondle her bottom, but Sue pulled away
laughing, saying, “I promised you lunch and you’re going to get it.” With that,
she pulled off her pants revealing a nude lower half. She climbed onto the
kitchen table where he had been so frightened yesterday. Sue rolled onto her
back and brought her bum to the edge of the table right in front of a chair. She
pulled up her legs, so she could grab herself by the ankles. This fully exposed
her slightly hairy sex. The semi-globes of her bum formed a most attractive tray
to present her feast.
“Please sit and dine,” Sue said in a haughty manner
as though they were in a high-class restaurant. Chris sat, admiring again the
stunning beauty of a highly aroused female before leaning forward so his nose
was just above her snatch.
He sniffed and inquired, “Did you cook this
yourself or have it catered? It smells delicious!”
She giggled, claiming
she had worked on it most of last night. It was a sly comment that sent them
into gales of laughter. It suddenly went quiet as Chris began to eat what Sue
described as a muffin sandwich. He found it to be an extremely tasty treat as
his mouth was flooded with her nectar. He enjoyed rubbing her inner thighs with
his hands and occasionally slid a finger into her wet pussy. Sue finally said,
“I could let you eat me all day, but this table is getting mighty uncomfortable.
We have a bed not twenty feet away.”
Chris apologized as he helped Sue
from the table. She undulated her sexy ass down the hallway, stripping the rest
of her clothes off as she went. He ripped off his shirt. As Chris entered the
bedroom, he pulled down his jeans hopping along the floor as he tried to get a
leg off. He finally had to sit on the edge of the bed to get his pants off. When
he turned, he found Sue watching him with a tender look that begged to be kissed
as she sat there. Chris took her in his arms and placed his mouth against hers.
Their tongues entwined as he bore her down into the bed, reveling in her
softness, her arms encircling his neck. Chris lay immersed in her exquisite
flesh, not yet penetrating, enjoying where their bodies squeezed
together.
“Tell me about this interior work,” Chris said.
Sue
replied with a straight face, “I have a squeak in my pussy.”
“A squeak in
your pussy?” he echoed.
“Yes, right here,” she replied sliding a finger
in what now appeared to be a very wet pussy, “It’s very deep and I can’t seem to
reach it. Would you have a tool that might help me out, kind Sir? I’m sure it
needs to be oiled.” Chris kissed the smile on her face. Sue spread her legs and
asked, “Could you look over the situation and possibly give me an
estimate?”
After due consideration he said, “It’ll be a two minute job.
I’ll do it as long as you clean the tool afterwards.”
“It better last a
lot longer than two minutes,” she said laughingly.
Then, they were in
each other’s arms again, kissing. Chris’ cock probed until Sue used a hand to
place him where he belonged. It was a long, slow screwing. He rubbed his shaft
against her swollen clit, each trying to maintain a high state of arousal
without going over the edge; until, with mutual agreement, Sue rolled him over
on his back. Sue began fucking him seriously; her succulent ass tightly gripped
in his hands, while he watched her breasts bounce and sway with her
ever-increasing movement. Sue started to moan as her cunt bore down. Chris
already recognized the moans to be the signal she was close. He then pushed and
pushed, feeling his own orgasm roll over him as he oiled her squeak.
The
two of them remained holding each other for along time. Chris’ cock slowly
shrank, finally being expelled out by the contractions of her sex. They snoozed
for a while in post-coital bliss, then started touching each other. Slowly, they
aroused themselves to wakefulness with little pushes and prods. Chris noticed a
small gob of his semen leak from her cunt. He wiped it up with his fingers and
threatened to rub it on her belly. Sue squirmed away from him giggling. He came
after her, she tried to grab his cock and soon there was a mêlée of flying limbs
as each tried to grab the other’s genitals without sacrificing their own. They
wrestled, goosed and played. They descended into such gales of laughter that
neither could grab the other. As they lay recovering their breath, Chris
remembered the beautiful sight of flying breasts, withering hips, kicking legs
and jiggling ass that his beautiful, sexy partner had presented in an afternoon
of love. Sue remembered the laughter, love and playfulness. Oh, this boy really
did things for her.
Sue noticed the afternoon had flown by again and sent
him on his way after a long tongue-in-mouth kiss and body squeezes that promised
of things to come. Once again, she went out to cover the paint and discard the
brush. She chucked to herself thinking, 'I really have to cut this out. It's
costing me a fortune in paintbrushes.'
Chris arrived home to see Jill
preparing dinner, so he pitched in to help, remembering his promise to himself
to pay more attention to her. The family meal went better that evening with
Chris paying attention to both of his beautiful women. After supper, Helen went
to bed reminding them her monthly performance meeting was the following night.
She probably wouldn’t be home until after midnight. Chris was left alone with
Jill as they watched TV. He had no other confident, so he began telling her what
had been happening the last couple of days. He explained the joy and fun he and
Sue were having, but was not watching his sister’s face as waves of revulsion,
horror, hatred and jealousy seethed through her. When Chris turned to look at
her, she had a weak smile pasted on her face. Jill did not ask any questions. He
felt his own sense of embarrassment rise as he told her the more intimate
details. Chris didn’t pursue the conversation; disappointed they had not
examined his joy together. Soon after, Jill left for her room; he followed to
his.
When Sue caught up with Chris the following day, his first question
was, “Where are the paintbrushes?” She explained how she had thrown them out.
Chris said it wouldn’t happen again and she laughed, noting it had been her
fault as much as his. Chris explained his mother wouldn’t be home until late. He
told her he would like to finish the paint job and asked if they could get
together after supper, so he could actually work a day. Sue laughed, replying
she thought she could keep her hands off herself until then. However, if he
didn’t hurry over after supper, there would be no guarantees.
Chris
finished the paint job. He headed home for supper with Jill to find her rather
surly, particularly when he mentioned he was going to Sue’s after the meal. When
Chris left, his sister began to wail. Tearing pieces from her dress in her
grief, Jill felt she had lost everything and would never recover. Jill had
thoughts of suicide. Chris’ sister had hit emotional rock bottom. Fortunately,
Jill was a bit stronger than some of her thoughts betrayed. Chris was totally
unaware of the emotional storm he had left behind. His thoughts were only of the
fun and loving that lay ahead of him. He was on an emotional high; little did he
know it was about to peak.
Growing bold with familiarity, he rushed into
Sue’s home, picked her up and carried her giggling into the bedroom. Soon, they
were naked and he was well and truly in her, their tongues entwined. His cock
was rampant with desire and aching to be fucked, her pussy dripped honey for the
same reason. It only took a few thrusts and they climaxed; their recovery rate
rapid, as was common in such instant conjoining. They settled down to a more
sedate pace. First, Chris wanted to taste their combined mix, the texture like
syrup. Sue straddled his face, her cunt just an inch or two above his mouth. By
squeezing her muscles, she forced a small stream of cum to drop into his waiting
mouth. It was an exotic sight to watch her pussy expel their juices into his
mouth. His cock responded to the spectacle by slowly rising to signal his
renewed interest. She managed to expel a little more of the semi-transparent
whiteness onto his upper lip and his tongue darted to receive it. He loved
watching their cum drip from her body. Her snatch was coated in a delicious film
of cream. His hands gripped her hips and brought her cunt to his mouth to clean
the hairy lips he adored.
Sue turned and replaced her sex lips with her
mouth. First, she licked their honey from his mouth and chin. Then, as their
lips pressed together, her tongue probed his mouth enjoying some of the tastes
he had grown to love. Sue’s body twisted on his seeking maximum contact as their
passion grew. Chris gripped her succulent ass, pulled her against him hard and
forced their groins together. It was as though he wanted to absorb her body into
his own. He was obsessed with her body, especially her cunt. His cock was once
more stiff with desire. Her snatch again produced copious amounts of honey. The
dance of love began again; this time, with Sue on top. She reared and straddled
his erection. Taking his cock with one hand, she slid his cock deep into her
cunt and reveled in its insertion. Sue’s beautiful ass bounced, stopping
occasionally to prevent them from prematurely falling into the abyss of delight.
An occasional dry comment suggested her squeak had returned and although he
seemed to have done an excellent job, it looked like an ongoing problem
requiring frequent oiling. They were totally engrossed in each
other.
They did not see the lonely figure standing in the night. Tears
streaming down her face, watching through the window, Jill watched them trade
their fluids with disgust. She could not understand how they could allow their
bodies to be covered in sex juice much less taste it. Jill’s vision was clouded
by that big fat white ass, partially covered with a few droplets of cum, bobbing
on top of her brother. Jill churned with hatred and jealousy. Yet, as she turned
and stole quietly away into the night, she did not understand the sensations
filling her groin. Jill felt she had to win back her brother.
Chris
returned home about ten o’clock that night not wanting to chance Helen might get
home earlier than midnight. He didn’t know how to explain evening visits to the
neighbor’s to his mom. Jill didn’t appear to be around, so he went to his room.
He threw himself on the bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling with
thoughts of his sexy Sue running through his mind. While he stared, his sister
left her room, came down the hall and knocked at the door. He casually looked at
the door and shouted, “Come in.”
The door opened and in walked his sister
– totally naked, arms by her sides, chin up, beautiful breasts pointing forward.
Jill asked, “Is this what you want?” His mind registered the once-in-a-lifetime
beauty standing before him as he jumped from the bed, the blanket in his hand to
cover her. He hesitated for an instant. He must become the kind of man his
father had been; mature, caring of others and he had only a split second to do
that, to grow up in an instant. He didn’t ponder those things. He saw only his
beautiful sister with terror in her eyes standing before him. Her body shivered,
not with lust, but with cold and fear. Her nipples were not aroused by passion,
but tightened by cold. Was there a touch of revulsion in her eyes as he took her
into his arms? He encircled them both with the blanket, warming her with both
his body and the blanket. Jill didn't realize he had effectively hidden her body
from his sight without rejecting her. He thought rapidly. Ideas flashed into his
mind to be instantly rejected as he sought the impossible, a way out of
this.
“Is this what you truly want?” He asked in her ear and put a finger
over her lips before she could reply. Then, with thoughts flashing through his
mind, he spoke. “I love you, Jill. I’ve loved you my entire life and I’ll
continue to love you for a lifetime.” He spoke of his commitment to her as her
bother and if need be, her lover. He explained to her how he loved to have sex
with Sue, enjoying her company. He explained, with a maturity he didn’t know he
possessed, “There’s a difference between loving to do something with a person
and being in love with a person. Sue and I made love, but we aren’t in love. The
difference is the commitment we give each other. Sue and I have no commitments.”
In fact, they knew because of their differences they were free to drop each
other the moment either of them wanted. There may be some sadness, but each
would move on.
Chris lifted his sister’s chin with a finger. He
looked deep into her eyes not allowing her to look away. He explained, “I love
you, Jill.” He explained how he expected love in return, though he didn’t demand
it. Because of his love, he had automatically made mental commitments to Jill
far deeper than anything Sue and he felt for each other. He explained, “There’s
no way I can casually walk away from you. I love you too much. If this is what
you really want, you can have it but not tonight.” What Jill wanted entailed a
higher level of commitment and he had to prepare himself emotionally. This had
been too sudden, he explained. In addition, he told her he expected to see a
deeper level of commitment from her. They had to come to an understanding of
each other's wants and desires before they could make the ultimate
commitment.
Chris stepped back from her, wrapping the blanket around her
so he did not see her nakedness again. Chris put his arm around her shoulders
and, while telling her how beautiful she was, led her back to her room. He did
not want to overstep his praise in case it would be taken in the same light as
the kind of talk those high school morons had spewed forth. What Chris would
never know was how proud his father would have been that night, as his sister,
now sobbing but happier, went to bed and to sleep knowing someone loved her. As
he crawled under the covers, the thing that shocked Chris the most was he meant
every word.
A Woman in Hardware Ch. 02
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