Fuck my wife

I love fucking my best friend (just to recall, a half-white half-mexican beauty who rivals jessica alba). Since she promised to sacrifice her body, I've never stopped deducing sexual pleasure from her every single night. I didn't need her to enjoy or fuck back, I just needed the feeling that I'm using my best friend as a sex toy and that's already horny enough. In the past year, my best friend has become merely a piece of human flesh who is there for me to unleash my dirty desires.

But that one night changed everything. The little act that I arranged and Katie volunteered to participate changed her entire attitude towards sex. "At first I felt disgusting, those three guys who sexually assaulted me and wanted to come back to finish me. But the moment they grabbed me and started assaulting me, my body just uncontrollably reacted," she told me in her soft beautiful voice, naked next to me in bed after I fucked her as usual. Listening to the innocent Katie saying dirty words is such a pleasure, it turned my cock rock hard erected once again.

Katie sensed it, and started masturbating my cock with her soft beautiful hand and fingers, and continued, "you know Ryan, when we had sex for the entire year, I never enjoyed a moment because I can't stop thinking that you're my best friend and you betrayed my trust ... but when Corey, Jimmy, and Joe came and assault me, I had nothing in my mind because in my mind they were like rapists to begin with ... so there were no distractions and I started concentrating on the process ... that turned me on Ryan. I feel cheap, dirty, and I loved that feeling of being something like ... a victim, a slave ... I had such a good orgasm please Ryan, bring those three guys back and let them victimize me again ... would you?"

Her words turned me so on, and her handjob was so good that I couldn't help but explode, shooting all my cum onto her sexy fingers. I wouldn't mind Katie getting fucked by those three guys again, after all I've made her as dirty as possible in the past year anyway. And she's my best friend, it'd be nice to see that she finally enjoys sex. But I was determined to get the most sexual satisfication out of the process.

To make a long story short, Corey has this beautiful 18 year old sister Sophie whom I've never met but has seen a picture from Corey the night when Katie let them gang bang her. I called up Corey, "Yo, man, I know you ain't finished with my best friend. How about this? I'll let you do her again if you'd do one thing. You said your sister Sophie is bisexual, yeah? Show her Katie's picture and seduce her to come over to our place with you guys ..."

The next day Corey came over with his sister, whom he said was head over heels when she saw Katie's picture. Sophie looked more impressive in person than in the picture. She's 5'6", blonde straight hair with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. She came dressed, high heels and a low tank top and short skirt that showed her beautifully shaped legs. The whole time we were eating dinner, she couldn't take her eyes off Katie and kept saying how she looked like Jessica Alba.

We proceed as planned, and let Katie and Sophie go into the bedroom first. I hooked up a camera so Corey and I could watch from the living room what's going on in there. The two hot women started making out, and Sophie's hands were all over Katie's tanned and smooth skin. They began french kissing and Sophie put her hand into Katie's jeans and started fingering my best friend. Sophie clearly was very turned on, and she wasted no time to undress herself and Katie. And this is the time when Corey and I went into the room.

The beautiful blonde hair Sophie was shocked, and tried to cover her 34'C" boobs with her arms. Her body, now naked in front of me and her brother, looks unbelievably delicious. "what ... what are you guys doing here ..." she mumbled in embarrassment.

"Well, my dear sister, we can't let you do this to Katie. She has sacrificed herself to become Ryan's sex slave, and only Ryan has control over her body. And we already had a plan for tonight, isn't that right, Katie?"

*NOTE: ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS BELOW IS VOLUNTARY, THERE IS NO FORCED SEX INVOLVED*

Naked and now fingering herself, my gorgeous best friend replied in her innocent voice, but this time with a little excitment, "yes, I'm going to do a role-play with Corey to let Ryan watch. Corey will be ... will be a rapist, and I'll act as his victim ..."

And as Katie was finishing her sentence, Corey wasted no time to get himself naked and jumped right into Katie. Knowing the planned act started, Katie quickly entered her role and began kicking her legs fiercely. This is one of the sexiest scene I have ever seen - my best friend kicking her smooth, tanned long legs in the air, tears falling down her eyes, and making a beautiful sound when she was begging, "no, Corey, no, you already contaminated me last night with your dirty sexual assualt, please, spare me ..."

Although Katie was begging, I can hear from her voice this time that she is actually already turned on, waiting for Corey to plug his giant cock mercilessly into her pussy, now flooded with her super tasty pussy juice. Sophie was a little shocked seeing what's happening, as she doesn't know it was planned, but I could tell too in her eyes she thinks what's happening is very horny, probably because the beautiful Katie is involved in it. I knew that in no time, Corey will start turning Katie into his victim again, so I had to act quickly.

"But I can tell you really liked making out with her," I said immediately, "after your brother is finished with her, I can let you enjoy a full weekend with Katie. You can use her for whatever you want ..."

"Oh I'd love to, I still haven't even tasted her pussy ..." Sophie said in a slutty voice now, her blue eyes look like her pussy is flooded with pussy juice.

"On one condition though," I said, as I began pulling out my cock and stroking it, watching how Corey started spreading Katie's struggling legs and exposing her pussy. "Since you will be enjoying my best friend's body, you will have to sacrifice your own body to replace her as my sex slave."

Sophie hesitated, but as planned, Katie jumped in as Corey finally thrusted his cock into her pussy, "AHHHHHH ... SOPHIE, PLEASE, ACCEPT THE PROPOSAL ... I want you and only you ... your brother is fucking me now like a worthless woman ... I want you to show me the love and gentleness you showed me just now ... AHHHHHH EMMMM ..." Katie began moaning while speaking as Corey pulled in and out hard of her pussy, "EMMMM ... I'm a victim of your brother now and I will need your love and sex to consolate me ... SOPHIE, please, sacrifice yourself and I'll give you my body, you can kiss me you can lick me you can finger me you can taste my cunt and boobs ... AHHHH ... please Sophie ..."

I know Sophie was completely turned on and I didn't even wait for her reply. I pinned her down in bed as Corey and Katie kept fucking on the floor. "Oh Sophie, you're so beautiful ... when I first saw your picture I knew I had to have you ... look at your body, so nicely shaped and so tasty, look at you sweating from making out with Katie just now, let me clean it up for you."

I started licking all over Sophie's body as she gave me a disgusted look, "you guys are sick ..." I ignored her and started tasting every part of her sweaty skin. It's a different taste than my best friend's body, but her flesh is just as tender and young, and her toes ... emmmmmm ... totally satisfies my foot fetish.

I kept sucking and sucking on her toes as I heard Katie and Corey fucking louder and louder. "You like this, huh, bitch?" Corey said and slap on my best friend's face. "EMMMM ... yeah ... COREY ... I LOVE THIS, I'M YOUR VICTIM ...USE ME ... MAKE ME DIRTY ... MAKE ME A WHORE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..."

Sophie let out a sigh and said, "Katie I thought you were so innocent and ... pure ... you're enjoying my brother assualting you???" Katie ignored her and kept moaning out load in pleasure, and I went up and started pinning Corey's sexy blonde sister into position. "Yeah, Katie's a slave and she enjoys every bit of it, soon you will too, my 18-year-old blonde girl ..."

I spread Sophie's legs apart and thrust my rock hard cock into her pussy, "AHHHH it's SO TIGHT!!!" My cock is wrapped in Sophie's pussy and my hands kept feeling her sexy thigh. "EMMMMM you're young and fresh EMMMM ..."

Sophie now lies motionlessly, "you guys are so sick ... and let me tell you do whatever you want to me so I can have Katie to myself for the weekend. I've always wanted to have sex with a tanned and beautiful woman ... but don't ask me to enjoy anything you're doing to me, you pervert!" she said, as she spits onto my face.

I was so turned on. The past year I've been fucking my best friend, who's a half-white half-mexcian. The taste of this hot white blonde under me was just so refreshing, and even her saliva tastes like heaven now.

I pulled out of Sophie's pussy, turned her around, put her in doggy style and started pulling her beautiful blonde hair as I started fucking her cunt from behind. "Yeah I'm a pervert. And guess what? The less you enjoy the sex, the better for me. I turned my best friend into a tool and fucked her for a year without her enjoying it once, now she became a slut, I'll need you to become that tool for me!"

"Oh yeah, Ryan, take Sophie so I can let Corey fuck me everynight, AHHHHHHHH my pussy's gonna torn up by your huge cock Corey ... AHHHHHHHHHH ..." hard to believe, but my innocent best friend is speaking like a slut, "OH YEAH!!! ride me hard corey you traded for this with your sister's body ... AHHHH ..."

As Corey was busy kissing all over Katie and fucking her hard, Sophie's body finally betrayed her and got turned on, she began involuntarily moan in pleasure, "oooo ... fuck ... emmmm ... you pervert! pervert! pervert! emmmmm ... why am I feeling so good now ...emmmmm ... AHHHHH"

Now I turned the blonde girl around and have her legs wrapped around my waist, "ahhhh your cock is so damn hard ...ahhhhh ... AHHHHH ..." as I thrusted harder, Sophie began screaming out as her orgasm began to come.

At the same time Katie has reached hers too, and the two young and beautiful girls were screaming and moaning at the same time.

"AHHH Corey, AHHHHHHH EMMMMMM this feels like heaven, take me to heaven ... emmmm ... destroy my pussy with your powerful cock ...AHHHHHH ..." Katie screams.

At the same time, Sophie couldn't stop screaming either, "EMMMM AHHHHHHH ... you pervert you're fucking me so hard ... EMMMM ... it's feeling soooo good don't stop this AHHHH..."

"Oh Sophie ... let Ryan do this to you everyday so your brother can use me like this ... AHHHHHH ... AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH ... I'll let you do whatever to me as long as I can eat Corey's cum everyday ... AHHHH ..." hearing that, Corey pulled out, brought Katie up, pushed her head down and start thrusting his cock into her mouth.

"shit she's a pro in this Ryan you trained her well ... I have to cum ... I have to cum ... EMMMM ..." Corey spent a whole minute choking my best friend with his cum, when he's done, he threw Katie back to the floor and collapsed. "My god ... this is the best sex I've ever had ... do my sister Ryan, do her as much as you want as long as I can fuck Katie from now on."

"AHHHH I can't believe I'm still enjoying this when my own brother said this ... but this feel so perverted and horny ... AHHHHHHHHHH ... CUM IN ME MASTER, LET ME BE YOUR SLAVE PLEASE ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... I want your cock and Katie's pussy ... AHHHHHHHHHHH ..."

So I quickly rolled off the bed with Sophie, push her head down Katie's freshly fucked pussy and let her lick on it while I fuck her from behind. Katie's moaning in pleasure and Sophie started shaking as her orgasm makes her pussy cum. Her pussy uncontrollably relax and contract, milking my dick so much that I couldn't help but shot every last drop of my cum in her exhausted pussy.

I collapsed onto the ground, as the two beautiful girls continued kissing and fingering each other. "emmm Sophie I love your finger in my cunt ... I'm so turned on right now even though I never liked girls it's feeling so horny, will you keep doing this?"

"emmmmm of course sweety, I'll sacrifice myself to Ryan so I can enjoy both of you ..."

The girls moaning and dirty talks were angelic, how they enjoy sex out of their natural bodily instinct. I slowly fell asleep, thinking to myself, "I love this game of sacrifice."

Today was Friday. Josh flew home from high school and quickly changed his clothes. He flopped down on his bed and began to watch television. But his mind was on Tammy. He pictured as she was last night, in the bathroom with her shirt off. It was all he could do to not rub his cock just thinking about her.

“Josh?” His mom stuck her head in his door. “Listen, dear. Your father and I are going out for the evening. We will probably be home very late, so I already set it up with Tammy for you to stay the evening over there. She said you could spend the night, if you’d like.” Josh nodded.

“I guess that will be okay.” He tried to sound nonchalant. “I can always bunk on the couch. Maybe she and I can rent some movies.” He kept his eyes on the show he was pretending to watch. His mom left.

Two hours later, his dad knocked on the door. “Hey, pal! How’s it going?” Josh sat up on his bed. “Josh, here’s a twenty for you and Tammy; in case you want to grab some movies or get a pizza.” He handed his son the money. “I’d pack a bag with stuff. It’ll probably easier to just fall asleep over there.” Josh nodded.
Ten minutes later, his parents called up to him to tell him goodbye. A few minutes after that he heard them drive down the road. Josh jumped up and went to his bathroom to freshen up. “I get to see Tammy’s tits again!” He said out loud to no one.

He ran out of the house and soon was knocking on her front door. Tammy opened it up with a wry grin. “What do you want?” She asked. “Aw, nothing really. Can I come in?” She let him in.
Josh moved past her, and heard the “click” of the door lock. Tammy was taking no chances. “So, Josh. Have you kept your promise?” He nodded his head, grinning. She moved closer to him. “Well then, I’ll keep mine.” She took his hands and moved them up to her breasts. Josh eagerly squeezed her full globes.

“We can order pizza, if you’d like. I don’t think we are going to need movies tonight.” She giggled. He let her order from the local pizza place. While she was on the phone, he moved behind her and slipped his hands around to grasp her breasts. He pulled her to him, and Tammy could feel his hardened cock pressing against her ass. She let out a sigh.

While they waited for the pizza, Tammy had Josh remove her shirt and bra. Then they both sat on the couch. Tammy watched television while Josh played with her tits. Her nipples grew hard from his contact. Soon she had her hand on his crotch, and was rubbing his hard cock through his jeans.

“Do you masturbate?” Her question shocked him. He turned red. She laughed. “Come on, Josh! I masturbate! Let’s be up front about it.” He nodded, but she shook her head. “Say it! It’s better if we verbalize these things.”

“Yeah, Tammy, I masturbate.” He was embarrassed, but he realized that she wasn’t uncomfortable at all. He decided that he wasn’t going to be, either. “How do you masturbate?” He waited for her to answer.

“Oh, no sir! Let’s take our time”, she laughed. “Just enjoy my breasts for now.” He wondered what she meant by “for now”. She returned her attention to the show, and he caressed her breasts, lifting them up to see what they looked like underneath. He decided to change his position, so he laid his head on her lap so he could be more comfortable.
Tammy smiled, liking the fact that he was using initiative in exploring her breasts. They stayed that way until the doorbell rang. Tammy made no move to cover herself. “Get the money and pay for the pizza.” He answered the door and paid the delivery guy. He glanced back at Tammy, but she hadn’t moved. It was dark in the room, so neither he nor the delivery guy could see that she was bare on top.

After he shut the door, Tammy got up and moved to the kitchen ahead of him. He watched her breasts sway back and forth as she moved around. “This is getting me too excited”, he thought. She got him and her drinks, and he dished them both up some pizza. They ate in silence. Tammy had an amused smile on her face, since he couldn’t keep his eyes off her boobs.
“Are you going to spend the night, Josh?” He nodded. “Okay, then before we go to bed we need to take a shower. Okay?” Again he nodded. He thought it strange that she said “we” and “shower” instead of “you” and “showers”. But he didn’t comment on it.

They finished supper and cleaned up the mess. “Let’s take a shower now”, she suggested, and led him upstairs to the bathroom. She stood before him and said, “Take off my jeans and panties, Josh.” He obeyed. Soon she was standing before him totally naked. She was a chubby woman. But she still looked fabulous, because she was pretty and because her breasts were so spectacular.
Josh looked her over, and she let him. Tammy even spread her legs a bit in order to give him a better view of her pussy. She was trim, but not shaved. Her blonde hair was complimented by her blondish-brown pubic hair. Tammy saw that his cock was about to burst through his jeans. It made her nipples stick out even further.

Then she undressed him. By the time she got to his underwear, he had a wet spot that was spreading across the front. She knew he was going to cum by the time he was halfway through their shower. So she decided to act.

“I’m going to give you a blowjob. You know what that is, huh?” Josh nodded. “I’m going to do it because it looks like you are going to cum and I don’t want it to go to waste.” He nodded. “But after this, fair is fair. Making love is a two-way street. It’s the only way it works.” She dropped to her knees in front of him.

Josh had a nice-sized cock for a guy his age. It was probably almost 7” long, and thick. “God, I’m a lucky gal!” Tammy thought, as she took his cock in her mouth. He groaned with pleasure. At first she held his cock in her hand and licked and sucked his head. But as she got her mouth wrapped around his shaft, she let go so that she could take him fully in her mouth.
He looked down to see his friend’s head bobbing up and down below him. The feelings in his cock were incredible! It wasn’t long before he felt a surge welling up inside him. His hands reached for her head, and he held her against his body.

Tammy felt his hands forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. “Deepthroat. Okay, loosen up!” She told herself as she submitted to his passion. Tammy widened her mouth to receive Josh deeper inside her mouth. He plunged his cock all the way until her lips touched his pubic base.

She felt the firmness of his shaft press between her lips. Josh’s meat was warm against the inside of her mouth and tongue. Tammy hardened the tip of her tongue as it slid along his cock. Her mouth was changing from a place of expression to a point of penetration.

Tammy welcomed the change, knowing that, at this moment, his need for sexual release outweighed her need to showcase her desire. Passion and technique changed to muscle and function as her willingness to please Josh caused her to become an object, and not necessarily a person.

The more fully she took him in, the more he kept thrusting long and steady inside her mouth. Suddenly she felt him jerk in her mouth, and she pulled back a bit to receive his cum in her mouth. The tip of his cock was soft, and quivering with excitement. God, he came a lot! Waves of cum spurted into her mouth, and it took everything she had to keep it all in her mouth and to swallow.

After a minute or so, Josh finished. Tammy kept sucking his cock, willing more cum to come out. Then she stood up, licking her lips.
They stood in the shower and Tammy let the water cascade over her body while Josh watched. After she had completely wet, they switched places. Then they both took some soap and began to lather each other up. While they lathered, Tammy talked.

“Alright, Josh. I’ve decided to be your sex coach. In reality, we will become lovers. But I realize that you are growing older, and that you will go away to college. And even before that, you will surely get a girlfriend in high school. So, if you are willing, I am going to teach you how to be a great lover. But you will have to obey me. And you will have to keep this great secret.”
“I will”, Josh gushed. “I’ve always loved you like a sister and a friend. Now I will protect our secret and, hopefully, become a good lover to you.” Tammy gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you, Josh! You don’t know what that means to an older woman like me. I’ve been horny for a long time.”

They finished their shower and toweled each other off. Then both of them got dressed and set the house up in case some one came to check up on them. Tammy set sheets and a blanket next to the couch. Then she went to her bedroom to prepare for their night together. Josh went to the basement to turn on some lights for an alibi. Then he sprang upstairs to join Tammy in her bedroom.
It had been a life-changing day. Tonight was going to change their relationship forever.

Tammy had changed into her pajamas. Josh had always been amused at her long bottoms and long-sleeved top. But now, knowing what she looked like naked, his eyes took her figure in with interest. “Go brush your teeth and get ready for bed”, she suggested. “We are going to take it slow so you will learn more thoroughly.”

When Josh returned, Tammy pulled back the sheets and blanket and motioned him beside her. “Let’s watch a movie. I want us to spoon for a while. That is when you lay behind me, side by side, and I lay in your arms. I want you to concentrate on holding me without caressing me, and concentrating on not letting your cock get hard.

When it does, you can pull your thighs away a bit if you need to. But I want you to keep holding me until you no longer stay hard. Enjoy the movie more than you enjoy holding me.” Josh slid in beside her as she pressed “Play” on the remote. He had put his shorts on, and a tee shirt, too.

At first his cock began to firm up. Tammy felt it press in between her ass cheeks. “Ignore it”, she said, reaching back to give his ass a firm caress. Josh put his arm around her, holding her tummy. They watched the movie in silence. It took over ten minutes for his cock to soften again.

Tammy whispered, “There are a few reasons why you need to be able to control your cock, Josh. For now, the most important one is if someone were to knock on the front door. You will have to rush down and open it while I turn on the television or go into the kitchen, and you can’t have a hard-on in progress.”

“I see what you mean”, Josh said. She continued. “Another reason is that you do not want to show your excitement too soon. You want to have her woo you as much as you woo your girl. But the most important reason is that when you make love, and are fucking her, you want to be able to have enough stamina to prolong the sex and ensure she has a strong and complete orgasm. If you do not learn this, you will be a poor lover, and it will be frustrating to your girl. Do you understand?”
“Yeah. I see what you mean. How do I do that?”

Tammy looked back at him. “Well, the best way is for me to train you to maintain your erection for as long as you can without cumming. It will involve us stopping our fucking while you get control over your cock. Another way is for you not to masturbate a lot. Both men and women make this mistake, and it affects their love-making.

You can also do an exercise with your cock muscles that help you strengthen the one that controls your ejaculation. Between these four you will learn to control your cock and become a better lover.”
She turned back to the movie, and they watched together in silence until it finished. After it finished, Tammy turned the channel so they could watch a television show. “Okay, Josh. You can now touch me under my pajamas. My bra is off, so you should begin by caressing my breasts slowly and softly. Do not concentrate on any one part of my breast. I’ll tell you when to do something else.”
Josh slipped one hand up her pajama top and found her breasts. He took his time, although he was nervous, and caressed her. When his fingers found her nipple, his cock hardened again. “Keep touching my breasts, and concentrate on letting your cock go soft again”, she gently instructed.

It took longer for him to get his cock soft, because of the excitement of touching her breasts. Josh put his mind fully on relaxing, and on being as gentle as possible. Tammy’s nipples seemed to get stiffer. He didn’t know what that meant, but he decided to ask her later. He had his hands full right now, no pun intended.
After a while his cock softened as the novelty of her breasts began to wear off. “Okay, Josh”, Tammy spoke suddenly in the silence. “Slip your hand down my pajamas and begin to touch my pussy.

Remember to go slow and be gentle. Don’t poke around, though. Let your hands graze my skin and pubic hair and feel my wetness and the soft tissues of my pussy.”
Tammy spread her legs a bit to let his hand find her warm, wet lips between her thighs. She felt his cock go hard immediately, and smiled. “I feel good, don’t I”, she whispered. Josh muttered his agreement.

His whole body was numb with excitement. Her pussy was wet and soft and warm to his touch. What a rush! His cock throbbed, and he broke into a slight sweat.
Josh felt her pussy’s folds under his fingertips. There was a small finger of flesh that poked out from the upper region of her pussy. Again he stifled the urge to ask her a question. He heard her breathing begin to grow heavy. “I hope I am doing the right thing”, he said to himself.

Tammy turned to lay on her back more. Her legs had spread wider, and pushed the covers off of them. She, too, was sweating a bit. Her knees rose a bit and bent as she spread her legs wider to offer her soft wetness for his viewing and touching pleasure.
Her pussy glistened with her juices in the light of the television. The finger of flesh had gotten firmer, and stuck out from her folds. Josh looked at Tammy’s face. Even in the dark he could tell she was flush; her eyes were closed and she was enjoying his touch.

“Okay, Josh.” She looked at him with desire. “Move down between my legs and face me. Then put your mouth on my pussy and begin to lick it.” As he took his place she continued. “It will taste different than anything you have ever tasted. It will be tangy, sweet, and have other qualities to it. But you must lick and swallow it.”
Josh bent his head to her pussy and gingerly took a lick. It wasn’t bad. Tammy let out a soft moan. He took this as a good sign and continued to lick her. “You can even lick inside me”, she said, her voice growing husky with her desire.

The more he licked her, the better her pussy began to taste. She was right. It did taste different. As he continued, Tammy moaned more and more. He knew he was doing something right.
He had completely forgotten about trying to keep his cock soft. It was throbbing wildly, and he was about to cum. Remembering his newness to making love, Tammy pulled him up on top of her. “Take your cock in your hand and slide it into my pussy”, she commanded with a smile.

He did as he was told, and soon his cock plunged inside her and he gasped out loud. “Oh, she is hot inside!” He screamed his thoughts in his head. He began to instinctively thrust in and out of her. Tammy squeezed his ass with her hands as she held him against her.

Tammy started gasping, “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” as he slid his cock in and out of her wet hole. He was about to cum, but so was she. She pulled him down to her chest and held him as they both began to release. Josh was banging against her crotch with all his might, and it felt so good to her! Soon he finished, and slumped against her. Her own orgasm continued as she concentrated on his cock filling her, touching the walls of her vagina.

She held him in her arms, letting his body press against her as if they were one. They were one now. She had taken his virginity in a sweet, intense love session that was to be the first of many for years to come. “You are no longer a virgin, Josh”, she whispered in his ear.

After they lay there for awhile, she began to answer his questions and give him pointers for the future. Then they fell asleep. He never slept on the couch at her house again.

Michael Phillips is a C.F.O. of Phillips Investment Group LLC. He is always on the lookout for new investments to add to his impressive portfolio. Reuters reported sizable returns of those investing in the Canadian oil sands. Michael chartered a plane for Edmonton. Once there he immediately left for Fort McMurray to collect the particulars on the oil sand operation.

After several hours of meetings, Michael began the long trip back to Edmonton. Arriving at the hotel Selkirk, he went to the Mahogany Room for a scotch and soda before retiring to his room to mull over the facts and figures presented to him throughout the day. Before leaving he requested an additional scotch and soda be delivered to his room in one hour’s time.

In the large luxurious suite sat Michael reviewing cost allocations, income from operations, and the statements of cash flows, lost in the realm of facts and figures, and oblivious to the time.
Soon there was a knock on the door; Michael hollered, “Come in”. The evening maid presented him with the scotch and soda ordered earlier.

Michael looked up from his work to notice petite woman with long blonde hair standing beside him “will there be anything else sir?”
“No, that will be all for now.” Michael noticed the young lady spoke with a loud vibrant British voice.
“May I inquire as to your name?”
“I am Sondra sir.”

Her reverberating English accent was strangely erotic to him. He felt the need to talk more to her asking questions, while getting more and more aroused by her accented response. Soon he felt a thick long hardon forming in the crotch of his suit pants.

Michael took the opportunity to look over the various features of this intoxicating beauty. The maid was in a conventional maids outfit, complete with a miniskirt. Her breasts were firm and supple; her lips deliciously full, complimented by a perky bottom.

The maid felt Michael’s gaze and became nervous, dropping the drink tray on the floor. As she bent down to retrieve the tray, Michael had an unimpeded view of her plump unblemished buns and pouting pink pussy lips, which were unencumbered by underwear.

In a reflex action to the heat of the moment, Michael shot his fingers straight into her quivering quim, rolling around in the sloshing moisture of her cuntal juices. She did not resist his groping digits, she positioned herself doggy style and closed her eyes, willing fully taking his finger fucking.

Michael full well knew such activities came with a price, before continuing Michael regretfully withdrew his finger from her cuntal garden, causing the maid to open her eyes in confused displeasure.
“How much?” Michael asked the maid.
“What?”
“How much for the sex?”
“I don’t understand”
“Look! How much do you want to have sex? You know . . . fifty dollar, make you holler?”
“Do you think I’m a whore? Is that what you fucking think I am? A whore?”

Michael sat silently, somewhat stunned by the reply, finally speaking “I didn’t know, I just thought . . .”
“ You are wrong I only have sex with men I like, and not for money.” “I am your chambermaid, but I would like to be more to you. You are handsome and kind.”
“I’m sorry I thought you were a whore. I think you’re absolutely ravishing.”

Michael stood up and embraced the maid in a passionate kiss. The maid noticed the tent pole in Michaels pants. She immediately dropped down to the floor and unbuttoned his pants; she pulled them down to his knees and exposed his rigid meat pole.

Opening her luscious lips, she leaned forward and downed his entire jizm soaked cock and began to stroke it in and out of her mouth.
He almost shot off when her mouth suddenly opened wide and screwed itself down along the length of his shaft. So intense was the sensation of being swallowed in all his thickness and pulsation by her vacuuming cuntlike mouth, that it caused him to break into a sweat.

He could tell that she too was deriving real pleasure from it. She sucked eagerly; carefully savoring every moment she was able to sustain herself on his great, glistening dong. Disembodied animal sounds emanated from her throat and her hands tore her own clothes off, unable to tolerate confinement of any sort. She then lathered her own pussy as she deep throated him into blue veined heaven.
After a few more strokes Michael asked her to abandon her amazingly thrilling tongue play on his knob. He quickly shed his clothes, and in a few moments was completely nude.

He stood her up and lead her towards the easy chair at the opposite side of the room. Michael lay down on the easy chair placing his feet on the ottoman. The maid seized his meat pole and stretched her legs over the sides of the easy chair, then slowly, with eyes closed in delicious anticipation, lowered her rushing, juice gushing gash towards the shaft in her hands.

At first contact of his cockhead with her labia and clit, the maid screamed with wild abandonment. Her screams shortened into throaty gasps and moans as inch by inch her pussy ate up his cock. He watched it all in his chair with sensual delight.

At last their crotches were glued together. When her pretty pussy was all engorged with hot, powerful cock, it seemed to flood her senses immediately with orgasms. They came one after another as she twisted and squirmed, bumped and ground above him.

He kept on bouncing her into the air on his knees, meeting her downward cuntal lunges with upward thrusts of his thick dick. His cock smashed deep into her cunt as their bodies came together. Her wet cock clenching cunt rioting in ever stronger, ever more frequent spasms of ecstasy. His hard cock was like a pile driver smashing deep into her cunt.

She continued to ride him harder and harder driving herself down on his solid steel like shaft with an urgent frenzy, literally banging her hard little clit against his shaftside between deep self-impalings.
Her head bent forward and her teeth bit ferociously into his neck flesh. He bled and she lapped up the blood with her darting tongue. The sensation Michael felt from her bite was on of pure erotic lust. He drove his shaft into her juice filled snatch harder and harder.

She screamed and ripped out chunks of flesh from his back with her long talons. The searing pain in Michaels back was transferred into feelings of erotic abandonment, and a further sense of sexual arousal, causing a searing core of fire to run through him, from his toes to his brain.

Feeling he could no longer hold back he felt his man globes tighten, and he blew his load deep inside her luscious cunt. Seven copious squirts of hot cum filled her love tunnel. She fell off his cock like a deer shot in mid air.

She lay there spent, as he reached for the telephone. He informed the corporate offices of his wishes to purchase shares in the Fort McMurray oil sand. He made arrangements to stay an extra day to finalize the transaction. When he hung up the phone he gently massaged her breasts, and kissed her abdomen.

“I will soon own holdings here in Alberta, and as such I will be returning in the future. We can again engage in the throws of passion.”
“ I am only here for the summer Michael, and I will return in a months time to the U.K. I am afraid this may not happen again.”

Michael turned feeling emptiness and sorrow, knowing that such passion may never be felt with the divine goddess again.

He turned back and looked her in the eyes and the feeling was one of erotic electricity. He knew there time was limited. They lay there looking out over the city of Edmonton softly and lovingly kissing each other. Soon the feelings of remorse left Michael and he found himself resolved to being grateful for the loving his had from this angle of another continent.

Every day for the next week it was the same. Josh would come to Tammy’s house and do his homework. Then they would find a place in the house away from windows, and she would let him feel her up for a bit.

Sometimes Tammy would take her bra and top off. Sometimes she was in the middle of a project, so she would only allow him to grab at her boobs from behind while she worked. If she was reading, Josh would lie on her lap and play with her tits.

By the end of the week, Tammy was beginning to get more and more aroused. Between Josh’s mouth and hands on her breasts, and his inevitable erections, she could feel her panties getting more and more wet with each visit. She decided on Friday to make a slight change.

Josh came home that afternoon and checked in with his mom. His parents were going out for a dinner and a movie. She fixed him some dinner just before his dad arrived, and while he ate he called Tammy to see what she was doing that night.

Of course, being a homebody, she was watching a movie. Tammy invited him over and, as his parents were driving off, he walked to her house and let himself in. He sat down on the couch and began to watch television. Tammy called down from up the stairs.

Josh looked back at her. She was dressed only in a towel. “I just took a shower, Josh. I’ll be right down.” He returned his attention to the television show he was watching. Twenty minutes later she flopped down next to him. “Is the door locked?”

He nodded, looking at her with a smile. Tammy was dressed in a black pair of terrycloth shorts and a black tank top. The top was sheer enough for him to see her dark nipples underneath. “Like what you see?” She winked at him.

After the show was over, Tammy got up and set up the movie. “I’m going to get a pillow, Josh.” She was back after a minute or so. They started the movie. Tammy suggested that they lay down together on the couch.

She lay in front of him, with his arms around her. He could smell her perfume, and she felt so soft in his arms. Together they watched to movie, and Josh slipped his hand inside her shirt and began massaging her breasts. After about fifteen minutes, Tammy excused herself and sat up.

Giving the front door lock a glance, she took off her tank top. Her breasts flopped out and Josh immediately reached for them from behind her. Tammy giggled as she lay back down. She snuggled up against him as they continued watching the movie.

After a couple more minutes, Tammy took Josh’s hand and slipped it inside her shorts. She could feel him catch his breath as he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Taking her hand away, she let him run his hands through her bush. He gently probed further until he found the folds of her pussy. Tammy bent her leg up to give him more room to feel her.

Josh found her pussy hair so soft, and her pussy slightly wet. He began to move his finger up and down her folds. “That’s good, Josh.” Tammy turned her head and whispered at him. “Keep it up, but move slowly.

As he kept touching her, she began to play with her tits. He watched as she pulled and plucked at her nipples, her eyes closed in pleasure. Tammy felt her friend’s cock harden and press against her ass. “Do you like it?” The answer was obvious, but she wanted to hear his answer. “Uh-huh!” He grunted. His fingers were getting very wet as her juices began to flow.
“Taste me!” It was more of a suggestion than an order. Josh pulled his fingers out of her shorts and stuck them in his mouth. He hadn’t known what to expect, but he trusted Tammy. “It’s weird!” She laughed at his description.
“What do I taste like today?”
“Well, you taste kind of tangy. It’s a strong flavor, but I like it.” He slipped his hand back in her shorts to get some more of her juices. They continued that way for a bit, with him tasting her while she rubbed her breasts. Then Tammy stopped him.

“Wait! I’m going to let you see something. Then you can taste a lot more of me.” She pulled off her shorts and then lay back in his arms. This time she turned towards him. “You keep it up, and we’ll also kiss. I’m going to let you see me have an orgasm.”

She began to kiss him as he started to rub her pussy. Tammy gave him pointers like, “Touch me right there” and, “Let your finger slide inside of me”. After a while she leaned back on the couch. Her eyes closed, her breathing quickened, and she began to pull harder at her breasts and nipples.

Tammy had guided Josh’s fingers to a small finger of flesh that stuck out above the folds of her pussy. He hadn’t seen it earlier underneath the pubic hair and skin. But as she had gotten more excited, Josh had noticed it sticking out further and further. Now he was rubbing it firmly as he watched her squirm under his touch.

“Oh! OHHH!!” Tammy began to cry out as her pleasure mounted. Her orgasm was building. Josh didn’t know what to expect. Other than his friends talking at school, he didn’t know much about female orgasms.

Suddenly Josh felt a gush of Tammy’s juices wash over his fingers. Her pussy had swelled up and was very red and flushed. It was hard for him to penetrate her with his finger. Tammy began to shudder and squirm.

Not knowing what to do, Josh leaned over her and kissed her full on her mouth. Tammy devoured his lips with hers, moaning all the while. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Her breathing was short and quick. Then her whole body gave a shudder, and a final rush of her juices sprayed out over his hand.

Tammy’s body went limp, and she opened her eyes to look at her friend. The look on his face made her laugh. She pulled Josh to her and squeezed him. “Now, go down between my legs and lick me, Josh. There’s a lot of juices down there, and you will love it!” Josh moved down as she spread her legs before him.
He leaned his face down and Tammy guided his head to her pussy. He began to lick her pussy greedily. Tammy could tell he liked it. The slurping grew louder, and it caused her to cum some more. Josh took it all in and more.

Tammy let him lick her until he wanted to stop. Of course, it was over five minutes before he stopped. Looking up at her from between her thighs, Josh grinned. “What a treat! And I thought I was in heaven just touching your breasts.” They both laughed.

Josh climbed back on the couch and lay next to her. Her hand reached for his crotch and then she slid her hand inside his jeans. Finding his cock under his underwear, she began to stroke it slowly.
“Now I am going to give you pleasure, Josh”, she whispered. She was still shaking from her orgasm as she sat up and unzipped his jeans. “Pull them off!” She ordered. Josh slipped his jeans down.
Tammy grabbed his cock in her hands and began to rub his shaft. Josh let out a groan. “Now, watch this.” Josh looked down at Tammy as she put her mouth over the head of his cock. The heat of her mouth caused him to groan again.

Getting down on her knees in front of him, Tammy started to lick his cock. Up and down and over his head, she slathered him. Josh watched as she began to bob up and down over his crotch, swallowing his hardened rod entirely. The heat of her mouth overwhelmed him! “It feels incredible!” He gushed.

As if to “one up” him, Tammy took her hand and began to squeeze his balls. That was all it took. Josh felt a surge inside his groin. His whole body shook as a torrent gushed out of his cock and into Tammy’s mouth. He heard her gasp and begin to gulp.

His cum just kept flowing, and she kept on swallowing, squeezing his balls every once in a while. Her tits hung down as she leaned over him. Josh reached for her and grasped one of her breasts. He groped her while he continued to fill her mouth with his cum.

After a few minutes he finished. Tammy continued to suck his cock. Then she began to lick and suck his balls. Josh arched his body at her, and more cum shot out of him and onto her hair. She didn’t notice. She kept licking him clean.

Finally, when she had sated her appetite for his cock, she gave him back his jeans to put on. She stayed naked, though. After he was dressed, they both laid back down on the couch. Tammy asked, “Nice movie, huh?” They both laughed.

They held each other until the movie finished. Then Tammy turned to Josh and said, “Touch my tits some more.” Josh had an idea. “Why don’t you lean your head against the couch, and let your breasts hang down. I love to touch them like that.” She was pleased he had thought it out, so she did as he asked.
She crouched down and laid her head on her hands, her full boobs reaching for the carpet. Josh crawled beneath her and began to fondle them. Tammy sighed. She really loved to have him take her like that. After a bit he began to lick and suck her.

Tammy couldn’t tell if it was an erotic or motherly feeling that was building inside her. She had read that mothers who breastfed could also be aroused by nursing their child, and that the hormones that got released affected the babies as well as the mothers.

She decided that it was a little of both. Relaxed, feeling pleasure, she moaned happily. For his part, Josh had closed his eyes as he sucked at her nipples. Tammy reached between her legs and began to rub her pussy. It wasn’t long, perhaps five minutes, before she was almost ready to cum.
To Josh’s surprise, she moved off the couch and positioned her body over his, on all fours. She lowered her pussy to his mouth, and in turn leaned down to take his cock in her mouth. Then they pleasured each other until they both came.

It was a lovely end to new adventure between them. After they had finished, they got up and prepared for Josh to leave for the night. It wouldn’t be long before his parents would return.
Tammy didn’t put her clothes on. Naked, she followed Josh to the door. He turned to her at the door and looked at her standing in front of him. Her breasts were shiny from his saliva, and her bush was matted down with her juices and his saliva. She had a glow on her face, though, that delighted him.
“It was a wonderful evening, Tammy. Thanks for having me over.” She giggled. “We had each other over and over, Josh!” They both laughed. She leaned into him and they kissed passionately for several minutes.

As he lay in bed that night, Josh replayed the evening over and over. He remembered her standing before him, her slightly overweight body naked and her full breasts sticking out invitingly. When he fell asleep, he dreamed of her pleading for him to lick her.

Tammy, after Josh left, went up the stairs to the bathroom to prepare for bed. She looked in the mirror and laughed, seeing a spattering of cum stuck in her hair. Grinning to herself, she realized that Josh had not told her about it on purpose.

She dreamed too, that night. But her dreams involved her bed and Josh on top of her. Both of them were groaning. It was the best sleep she had in several years.

Josh knocked on Tammy’s door. Moments later Tammy opened up the door and, seeing Josh, let him into the house. Tammy was Josh’s next door neighbor, and she had been a friend of his family for over ten years.

Tammy was single, having divorced her husband soon after they married. She was 30 years old and very attractive. Josh’s parents had used her to baby-sit him as he grew up, and he loved her very much. She was like a big sister to him. Well, sort of.

Josh was 18 now. He was in the tenth grade. Every day after high school he would come to Tammy’s house to do his homework. Sometimes he even stayed for supper. Her house was his second home, and Josh’s parents were used to it now.

“How was school, Josh?” Tammy asked as they both went into her living room. The television was on and she was watching a game show. “Aw, it was okay. I don’t have much homework.” He settled into the recliner and worked while she lay on the couch next to him.

Tammy was wearing sweats and a loose tank top. She was slumming today, having endured a grueling 10-hour day working at her computer the day before. Even writers need a break now and then.
Josh glanced at her laying there, his eyes catching sight of her breasts rising and falling under her shirt. Tammy didn’t have a bra on, and her nipples were poking out against the cloth. She was, he decided, a little on the chubby side. But God, she had nice tits!

His friend glanced back at him, aware of his eyes on her. He averted his stare quickly to his school book. But Tammy could see that Josh had a bulge in his jeans. She smiled as she returned to her game show.

“My God”, she thought to herself. “Josh’s getting older now. I guess I had better start dressing a little more conservative around him.” Suddenly she felt a small tingle between her thighs. She didn’t look at him until the show was over. Then she sat up and asked, “Are you going to stay for dinner tonight? I’m ordering pizza.”

Josh muttered his assent, not wanting to look at her. His face turned red. “Call your parents, then”, she suggested. Josh complied, reaching over and grabbing the phone that sat next to him on the end table.

His parents told him it was okay. They were going to a movie anyway, and wouldn’t be back until late. He hung up the phone and looked at Tammy. “It’s okay. And they said I could stay here a bit if I liked.”

She looked at him slyly. “Would you like to stay awhile? I’m in the mood for a talk.” She winked at him and then turned to go into the kitchen. He followed her there.
“What did you want to talk about?” He was still nervous about her catching him looking down her shirt.
“Oh, this and that”, Tammy offered little. Josh just shrugged and returned to study. He had a test tomorrow. He stayed in the chair until the doorbell rang. The pizza was here.
While they ate, Tammy asked about his homework. “Are you all done?” He nodded; his mouth full of pizza. They finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen. Then she motioned with her finger for him to follow her back into the living room.

The television was still on, so she turned it off. “Come sit beside me on the couch, Josh.” He sat down on one end of the couch, while she reclined against the other end. They looked at each other in silence.Tammy smiled and asked, “Are you interested in any girls at school, Josh?” He turned red. “No. Why?”

“Well”, she said, “I noticed you staring at me.” Josh’s face turned even redder. “It’s okay! Really! It’s nice to have a man stare at me again.” He sat up straighter. Tammy had called him a man!
“I probably should put on a bra when you are around. Now I feel self-conscious.” Josh shook his head. “No, you don’t have to do that. I’m sorry I looked.” Tammy stopped him.
“Really! I like it that you were looking at me, Josh.” She paused, and then continued. “Would you like another peek?” Josh was shocked. She was his friend. She was like a sister. “Well, I don’t know…” His voice trailed off.

Tammy took a deep breath. “I tell you what, Josh. If you promise to keep this our secret, I’ll let you see my breasts. But”, she added, “You have to promise, Josh. If anyone found out, I could go to jail. Do you understand?”

Josh nodded. He did understand. He had heard enough on the news the last few years about teachers having sex with their students to understand the consequences. “What if someone walks in on us?” He asked. She thought a bit. “Your parents have never come into my house without knocking. I doubt they would do it now. Still…” She fell silent.
“I know”, she began again. “We can go upstairs to the bathroom. That way, if anyone were to barge in, then I could go into my bedroom and you could shut the bathroom door like you were using the toilet.” Josh agreed with her plan.

Tammy took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. Their palms were both sweaty, and his heart was beating out of his chest. When they walked into her bathroom, she turned to him. “Ready?” He nodded.

She pulled up her tank top and her boobs flopped down; her nipples stuck straight out. Then she took her shirt off and let it fall to the floor. “Want to touch them?” Josh’s mouth dropped open. Tammy had large, firm breasts, with dark brown areolas and large nipples. Tammy grinned proudly.

His hand shot out and grabbed one of her breasts. “Ouch! Not so hard, Josh!” Then her voice softened. “Be tender with them.” He began to massage her breast. “Fair is fair, Josh. Let me run my hand over your crotch.” He stiffened as she grasped his growing bulge with her hand and squeezed it. He groaned.

“Use your other hand. Take both my breasts in your hands and squeeze them”, she suggested. Josh obeyed. They didn’t say a word. All that could be heard was their breathing.
“Okay, Josh”, Tammy said after another minute. “That’s enough for now. I don’t want you to get too excited and mess your jeans.” She giggled. They both let go of each other. Then Tammy knelt down and grabbed her tank top from the floor. Josh watched as she bent over, her full breasts hanging down and looking so lovely.

After she put on her shirt, they went back to the living room. “We had better cool it a bit so that your jeans can go back to normal. But I am going to make some rules.” They sat down on the couch.
“We crossed a line tonight. Do you understand that, Josh?” He nodded. “Good. Now, whenever you come over, you can look at my breasts. They are yours for the taking. But you have to control yourself. You have to be discrete about it. And you can never tell anyone, not even your best friends.”

“Sure”, Josh blurted out. “I promise!” Tammy smiled. They began to watch a movie. “Did you like my breasts, Josh?” He looked at her. “I think you have fantastic breasts, Tammy. You are a very beautiful woman. That’s what I was thinking when I was, um, looking down your shirt earlier.”

“How big do you think my breasts are, Josh? Do you know about stuff like that?” He nodded, and then thought a bit. “My guess is that you are a 36C. Am I close?” Tammy laughed. “Go upstairs to my room, Josh. Turn on the light and then go to my dresser. The top middle drawer has my bras and panties in it. Bring me a white bra. I’ll show you how to tell what size it is, and then you will know what size I am.”

Josh ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. It was five minutes before he returned. “What took you so long?” Tammy looked at him slyly. He grinned. “I was checking out your panties. Sorry!” He handed her bra over. Tammy turned it around and grabbed one of her straps. “See this small tag, Josh? Read it!”

He bent over it and read out loud, “38DD! Wow!” Tammy blushed. It was nice to get a response like that. “Yeah. I’m glad I’ve got these boobs. They help balance out my fat.” Josh just shook his head.
“No, Tammy. I think you’re beautiful! Don’t call yourself that”, he admonished. He watched as she took of her top, put on her bra, and then put her top back on.
“There. Now if your mom and dad walk in, my nipples won’t be poking out.” They both laughed. It had been a good night for both of them. Next time it would get even better.

My name is Kevin Randle.

I recently broke up with my girlfriend, Sarah. She’d be cheating on me with her personal trainer and had been doing so for six months. We’d only been together a year and she had been cheating on me for half of that time.

I was suspicious of her activities for most of those six months. Unbeknownst to me, all my suspicions had been right. The late night cell phone calls for Sarah, the girls’ nights out that she supposedly had with her friends, the change in attitude and behavior. It didn’t take a genius to figure out something was going on. I happened to go by her parents’ house one day when they were away when I couldn’t get a hold of Sarah on her phone. She had told me she was going to the gym but I saw her car outside her parents’ house along with a car I had recognized as her trainer’s. I knew what was going on inside and didn’t bother to push the matter any further.

I went back to our place and packed up as much of my belongings I could fit into my car. Then I decided to call my parents to see if I could come home for awhile to figure out what I was going to do over the next few months to get back on my feet. They were ecstatic. They were out of the country on an extended vacation and had left my younger sister, Katie, at home where she’d been for the last two months.

They actually gave a nineteen year old girl access to a joint checking account with them and gave her a monthly allowance to live off of. My parents were well off financially so that really wasn’t a big surprise, nor was it a surprise they trusted Katie so much. I knew her all my life and she was as trustworthy as a person could get. You could leave a truck full of money parked outside the house and if Katie were to find it, she’d call the police instead of pocketing the loot.

They wholeheartedly agreed to let me come back home and stay as long as I wanted. In the middle of packing my stuff away, Sarah happened to come back home, sans her walking penis, AKA her trainer. I guess he was all fucked out and decided to go home.

Sarah was, obviously, stunned by what she found. She ran up to me as I was tossing in a suitcase, my car already almost full, and hysterically asked for an explanation. Surprisingly, I was completely calm. I simply told her that I knew what was happening and that it was alright. I knew she didn’t need it by now, since her affair had been going on for many months, but I gave her my blessing.

By now she was in tears and begged me not to leave, but I could practically smell the sex on her, even if she’d probably showered thoroughly after her recent session, which couldn’t have been longer than a few hours ago. I couldn’t let that pass and had to stay adamant and strong. I kept packing the car, looking for the last bits of things I had yet to pack.

As I went back into the house, Sarah tailed me closely, still crying and desperately trying to keep me from leaving. Still calm as the wind, I just put my hand on her cheek and told her that we’d be alright and that I hope she’d be happy from then on. My heart sank when I said those words but I knew they had to be said. By now, I’m sure she was thinking back to every time she had been fucked by her trainer, every time she’d knowingly deceived me and kept her secrets, and how all those secrets were now coming to the surface and that she couldn’t hide from them.

Sarah hadn’t a clue where my parents’ house was, which was about 150 miles from our condo. I had already changed my cell phone number and given it only to my closest friends I’d made in town in the two years I’d lived there. I knew that once I left, she wouldn’t be able to contact me. She still begged and pleaded but I knew the ultimate truth: I’d found a pregnancy test that she’d cleverly buried deep in the trash. It was positive.

I knew that I wasn’t the result of that positive because we’d only had sex maybe twice in the last few months and I’d worn a condom both times and she’d had her period after the last time we had sex, so she had to have had sex with her trainer after her last period and didn’t bother to make the guy wear protection. Either that or she fucked someone else I don’t know about without protection. It wasn’t my problem, though, thankfully and was completely guilt-free.

I told her that I knew she was pregnant and that made her freeze up immediately. Her eyes became sharp and focused, her breathing stopped, her trembling and crying halted. She just stared at me, knowing she wouldn’t be able to talk her way out of it. I placed my hand on her face again and wished her luck with the father and hoped that the baby would be healthy.

Tears were streaming down her face as she looked down, sinking in shame. I still loved her but her crimes against me were unforgivable. I had to stay the course and sever ties between us.

My car fully packed and almost nothing left behind, anything of importance anyways. I turned away from Sarah for the last time and got into my car and drove away. As I drove away, I glanced at my rearview mirror and saw her standing in the driveway, face still aimed at the ground. I could tell already she was increasing in weight from the child that was growing inside her, the child that wasn’t mine.

I have to admit that I cried on the way home. The nearly three-hour drive was arduous emotionally. I spent the whole time thinking of the year I’d spent with Sarah. All of the good times and bad, all of the times we’d made love, and argued, then made up by making love. All the movies we watched together, all the meals we shared, the conversations. It was all over.

Then I realized that about half of the memories I’d had of us were during the time she had spent a good time of time on her back, another man pleasuring her and eventually filling her womb with his child. All the memories I’d ever shared with Sarah were tainted and no longer contained any sentiment. It would take time, but I knew that emotionally, I could be free of her.

On the way home, I also thought of mom and dad, and of Katie and how they were going to be as big a part of my life as they were before I left home for college. My parents, who were retired, had done well in the stock market and, because of this, traveled. They traveled a lot. It was pretty pointless that they even owned a house. The vacation rentals they stayed at when they were away were more permanent than the house that just seemed to serve as their ‘rest home’ or ‘temporary transition zone’ before jetting off to a new adventure.

Coming back home at twenty-two could be something to be ashamed of, but I didn’t feel ashamed. Everyone faces situations beyond their control and sometimes need help and I was no different. Thankfully, my parents were painfully and eternally generous people and would always be willing to open their doors again, even if they had to open them from many thousands of miles away, to their son.

I’d felt a bit guilty at asking for help, but then I realized how well off my parents were and how little use they were getting out of the house and how much their state of financial security allowed them to encourage me to come home again. This helped the folks two-fold. Firstly, it made them feel better that their son was safe and sound, and secondly it made it convenient that someone, namely me, could now be around more to keep an eye on my sister, Katie.

It was weird because Katie and I were brother and sister, had the same parents, were both half Asian/half Caucasian, but we didn’t really look alike. If you had to pick us out of a crowd, you’d never think we were related. My hair was naturally light brown, my skin a bit naturally tanned, and I kind of looked like a mix of mom and dad, facial feature-wise, whereas Katie had lighter skin, much darker hair and didn’t really look like mom or dad.

She looked considerably more Asian than I did. Her eyes were darker, whereas mine were like my hair, light brown, even though we were of the same ethnic makeup. She could probably pass as full-blooded to someone who didn’t know her. To sum her up physically, if actress Rachel Leigh Cook gained about ten pounds and was Asian, she’d be Katie. She was super cute.

We were always pretty close growing up. Strangely, we never were really at odds for any extended period of time. It was actually kind of boring because we never fought. We were always congenial and comfortable around each other. She never really got on my nerves and I can only assume I never got on hers. She was always in a cheerful, yet reserved mood around me. Pleasant, upbeat, yet not overly enthusiastic, possibly even shy. It always seemed like when she was force a smile, she actually wanted to smile, but was shy to let on that she wanted to smile. It was sometimes strange to behold, albeit cute and adorable.

Katie was a bit of a homebody. She had friends and talked on the phone occasionally but she was so far from the atypical teenaged girl. You’d never catch her rolling around on her bed, chewing loudly on gum while yakking nonsensically on the phone about unimportant bullshit with some equally typical teenaged girl about what boys they thought were cute.

She was usually pretty quiet and kept to herself but when she did speak up, she was always soft-spoken, kind and sincere and as if she was generally interested in everything you had to say. It was quite refreshing to talk to someone who made you feel like you existed. I think that’s why I always got along with Katie. She was hard not to get along with.

Strangely, even though she was quite cute, she never seemed to bring a lot of attention out of other men. Just on looks alone, she could definitely be the kind of girl that got guys looking but she never seemed interested in that kind of attention. She was a bit shorter than me, around 5’2” and was a bit shapely, she had a few extra pounds of baby fat on her, but that sort of added to her personality of not being overtly provocative. She was like a shadow, blending in with her background, never drawing attention to herself.

In public she was always quiet, reserved and never dressed provocatively. She was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl and it was equally nice to know that on top of being genuinely sweet, she wasn’t a whore, like millions of other girls her age. I had respect for her and cared for her not just as her brother, but as a human being.

Secretly though, I always had this strange thought that would float into my mind that I would question later, then feel guilty about the honestly inquisitive nature of the question, which was thinking of how ‘hot’ she could look if she wore some short shorts and a small top, along with some makeup. Then the voice in my head would do a double take, be aghast at the thought, slap itself, slap me, and pull my mind out of the strange haze that was the state of mind where I would pontificate about such things.

I don’t think it was a thought of sexual curiosity; it was more about me being puzzled how a girl that was really a diamond in the rough hadn’t caught the attention of bunches of guys who would fight for her affections. She was really almost too good to be true, and then I realized how glad I was to be her brother and to have her in my life.

When I pulled up to the house, it looked the same way it did the last time I visited. I went up and rung the doorbell, Katie opened the door. I was greeted by that cute smile and a big, firm hug. She looked like she’d just got out of bed, wearing pajama pants and a tanktop, but was still unbearably cute. She helped me unload my car and after several hours of unpacking, I settled in.

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After a few days, the pain of my separation from Sarah had really settled in. I was pretty much drowning in depression. I didn’t want to feel that way but I couldn’t help it. Even through all of the things she’d made me endure, the loss of our relationship was painful. I found myself moping around the house constantly. I ate little, slept less and spent most of my time lying in bed. I think Katie noticed it because I was less social than usual. I don’t know if she expected me to be all smiles and bouncing-off-the-walls-playful with her when I came back but I was hardly cheerful. I tried to be, but it was hard. I couldn’t mask the pain as much as I wanted to, so I figured if I couldn’t mask the pain fully, I wouldn’t bother trying at all.

Shy as she was, Katie couldn’t bear to confront me about it. She would walk past my door sometimes and peek in at me, but timidly keep walking without uttering a word. Or she’d be in the kitchen getting something to eat and I’d be at the kitchen table nibbling on a sandwich, my mind focused on thoughts of Sarah and she’d walk by and sneak a peek at my face, but she could tell my body was present but my mind was elsewhere.

I glanced up at her just quickly enough to gauge that she was concerned, but didn’t make any effort to make it clear that I was emotionally distraught. I’d simply glance up, not flashing a fake smile or any discernible emotion and would return to pecking at my meal. She usually seemed disappointed in my lack of initiative and would turn her eyes to the ground as she made her way past me and into her room.

Finally, one morning, I was sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal when Katie shuffled over in her slightly-too-long PJs and sat down across from me with a bowl of cereal of her own. I smiled politely at her in an artificially genuine way and she smiled back, hers was one of concern and warmth.

“So, did you sleep well?” she asked softly.

I felt like my body was creaking, my joints tight and tense from my growingly depressed state that I was afraid to move, afraid that Katie would hear my muscles wrench and would be alerted to my shoddy physical condition. I shrugged my shoulders slightly and tried my hardest to answer without my voice cracking. “I slept ok. You?”

“I slept good.” She answered awkwardly, tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear while slouching over her bowl of cereal.

Several minutes slowly rolled by when Katie abruptly spoke again, breaching the dead silence. “So, what’s been up your butt since you came home?”

I looked up at her, knowing my cover had been blown. It was no use to try and dance around the issue or play it out as if she’d never make the initiative to coax the truth out of me, because she had. “What do you mean?”

She still came off as harmless, never making a sudden movement as she prodded me, still hovering over her bowl of cereal, her eyes alternating from the table, to mine. Even though I should’ve felt nervous, I didn’t. She was too innocent to make my privacy feel threatened.

“You know what I mean.” She said.

“I don’t, really.”

She seemed to struggle with pushing forward in her attempt to draw the truth from me. She wasn’t used to being assertive and it showed. She made a face like she was trying to figure out some deeply complex mathematical equation. “Well, you’ve been pretty much moping around the house ever since you got here. You haven’t gone out or even talked to me much. I’m just worried for you, that’s all.”

I thought it was such a sweet gesture. I felt ashamed that I couldn’t trust her enough with my feelings to tell her before. I looked down, searching for a way to ease her an answer. “I don’t know, just been thinking about a lot, that’s all. Just had a lot on my mind.”

She seemed only partially content by my vagueness. She wasn’t completely satisfied but didn’t seem to want to push the issue either. She didn’t want to tread on ground I wasn’t comfortable with. I saw the lack of total contentment on her face and knew I couldn’t leave it at that. I hoped she’d find the courage to feed her curiosity.

“I know I’m not a relationship expert, but if something’s wrong, you can talk to me about it. I am your sister.” She said.

“I didn’t want to come here and bother you with all my problems.”

“Hey…” she said. “…I just don’t want you to keep everything inside. You can talk to me.”

It felt nice to know that someone cared about me. Actually cared about how I felt. “Just had some problems with Sarah…”

“Oh…” she said softly, fearing she’d forced me to confront something I wasn’t strong enough for.

I drummed up the courage to tell her. “Umm, we kind of broke up. Well, I broke up with her…”

Katie looked at me with eyes so calming that I felt at home where nothing could hurt me, regardless of how painful the memories were. “…I found out she’d been cheating on me. She got pregnant too. She didn’t know I knew. So I left.”

She looked almost as anguished as I was. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. Time heals all wounds, right?”

She smiled and I realized how fortunate I was to have her in my life.

I spent the next few days dragging through the house, sluggish and anemic. I’d go from the kitchen to the bedroom, spending most of my day lying nearly comatose in bed, watching lackadaisical as infomercial after infomercial plugged along. I never cracked a smile or showed any evidence of consciousness, save for my open eyes.

I noticed Katie walking by my door every few hours and peeking in, but she never made the initiative to enter. Part of me felt guilty that I wasn’t more hospitable and brotherly, but the rest of me was too emotionally and physically sapped to put forth the effort to apologize or invite her in.

I was usually glad when I’d notice her shadow stop momentarily at my door and then move away because I didn’t have to face up to the questions she’d undoubtedly ask. Questions about Sarah, about what I was going to do next, about when I was going to snap out of my stupor. I just didn’t feel like doing anything but soaking in my misery. I wasn’t in the mood for any human interaction.

It was a cool Wednesday night and I was settled in my usual place: lying lazily on my bed, wrapped in blankets and staring listlessly at the television. Peripherally, I noticed Katie once more orbit past my door, checking in on me, no doubt, but this time, instead of leaving after a few moments, she wandered in.

I laid there, giving no reaction to her having entered. Without moving my head, I scanned my eyes over at her and found her standing there, inconspicuously watching my TV. After about a minute, though, she walked past the TV to the side of the bed my head was and sat Indian-style on the floor. She looked up at me and noticed my eyes were open. She seemed surprised.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were awake. I thought I’d come in here and check in on you. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” She said.

“No, you didn’t. I’ve been awake for awhile.”

“Every time I’ve walked by your room, you’ve been in the same position. You’ve been laying like that since you woke up?” she chuckled.

“Yeah.” I said lazily, no emotion on my face, eyes still trained on the TV.

Katie seemed to think for a few seconds, thoughts stirring in her head. “Do you want me to leave?”

“It’s ok, you can stay.” My voice sounded like I was ill, but I wasn’t physically ill, but my emotional fatigue had shown and Katie realized it.

“Is… is it ok if I sit here?” she asked hesitantly.

For the first time in hours, I lifted my head and, feeling the muscles stretch and creak inside my body, I looked over my shoulder seeing the other side of the bed vacant, so I slid over to the vacant end. “You can sit on the bed if you want, since I don’t have any chairs in here.”

Her eyes seemed to light up as she slowly stood and carefully sat on the bed. “Ok, thanks. I’ll try not to crowd you.”

“I don’t see how you could. You couldn’t weight more than, what, 100?” I asked, my voice still stuffy and muffled, my eyes blank and humorless.

She smiled nervously as she sat there, almost blushing, her legs pulled up to her chest. “Hmm, actually, I think I weight closer to 112 or 115.”

For the first time, I actually forgot about Sarah. My eyebrows rose. I didn’t think she weighed that much, which really wasn’t much at all. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?” she asked, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.

“I don’t know. You look like you weigh less than that.”

“Ohh, ok.” She said with a perky smile, seemingly flattered.

After about fifteen minutes of silence, she spoke up. “Have you been feeling ok?”

It took me a few seconds to respond. “I’ve been ok, I guess.”

“You just haven’t seemed yourself lately. I know everything that happened with… what’s her name, but I’ve just been worried is all.”

“Thanks. I think I’ll be ok.”

“Is it ok if I visit you from time to time? Or do you want to be left alone?”

“Umm, no, you can stay if you want.” I said.

Over the next week, Katie became a constant tenant in my room. After the first few days, she didn’t bother to ask if she could come in and stay with me, and I didn’t care that she didn’t ask. For the first time in awhile, I actually enjoyed the company. Katie didn’t pressure me with questions, or prodded me to open up with my emotions. She just kept me company, showed me that someone truly cared for me, and let me deal with my internal conflicts in my own way. She merely was there for me in case I wanted to open up. To me, she was like a safety net, there to catch me when I needed to be caught.

I felt completely comfortable having her around. She’d usually just sit next to me on the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs, smiling and laughing as we watched cartoons or funny movies. I even smiled once or twice. Ok, I lied; I actually started smiling a lot. I still wasn’t ready to leave the confines and safety of the blanket, but I was loosening up.

After a couple of weeks, I’d become so comfortable with having Katie around that the scars from Sarah’s betrayal had begun to heal. I’d even kicked off the blanket! Now, I’d usually lie casually on the bed, on my side. I was now smiling and laughing more than I ever had since I came home. Katie made the transition back into normalcy easier by being my constant companion, there for me when I needed an ear to listen to me, a voice other than my own to listen to, a presence just to keep me company.

It was strange being in the company of another girl and having Sarah almost out of my mind. If Katie wasn’t my sister, she’d make an ideal mate, for me, anyways. We were highly compatible and almost always got along really well. Only someone as sweet as her could have me feeling so good so soon based on what I’d gone through, and I don’t even think Katie realized the effect she had on me. I’d glance up at her sometimes as she watched TV in my room, watching her smile and laugh. She was caught up in being with me like when we were younger and practically connected at the hip. She was completely oblivious to how she was affecting me. I appreciated that she was just there and didn’t ask for anything in return, even my acknowledgment that she was there. She was just happy to be with me and that made me happy to have her.

One night, an incident happened that changed my relationship with Katie forever. At the time, I was excited beyond measure, and then I felt regret, but now I realize how special the moment was.

Predictably, as every day for the last several weeks, I was still finding solace vegging out in my room. Katie was lying on her back next to me. We were watching some cartoons. The mood was light and cozy. The evening weather was neither warm nor cold, it was perfect. Outside, the air was still, save for the rare slight ocean breeze.

I noticed Katie was in a heightened, sunnier disposition than usual. She seemed almost blissful. Her smiles were deeper and richer, the look in her eyes was friendlier, there was just something I couldn’t put my finger on, but she was in a very good mood.

After the cartoon was over, she turned towards me, her smile turning more serious, no doubt in respect for my emotional condition. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I replied.

“You seem better.”

“I feel better.” I said. “Thanks to you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You’ve really made it easy to get my mind off of her, off of what happened.”

Katie scooted towards me a few inches and placed a gentle hand on mine. “You know, you don’t deserve what happened. She doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better. I mean, you’re such a great guy. You deserve a girl who will love you the way you should be loved. I know I’m not Sarah, but I know I can take care of you better than she can. Well, not in every way, but almost every way.”

I smiled. “What do you mean, ‘almost every way’?

She blushed. “You know what way I mean.”

I realized what she was talking about. “Ohh, that. Well, I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t compare you two. I’ve only been with her.”

Katie got this deflated look on her face. “I know.”