Comes with the House (Private thread)

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

The kiss was passionate, their lips parting to let their tongues play, her arms pulling their heads tightly together while his own hands grasped her body and pulled it firmly against his.

"I want to show you I'm not a child, Carson," Jordan whispered.

"I want you to show me you're not a child, too, Jordan," Carson responded, kissing her had again. Despite the chill of the water -- typically an embarrassing shrinkage event for men -- the passion of having Jordan in his arms in this way quickly sent his dick into full erection mode. He reached his second hand downward and with both, grasped her at the back of her thighs. He lifted her and pulled her legs open, bringing her crotch in hard against his swollen dick. She felt so good against him, and Carson wished that those damn bikini bottoms weren't on her, putting up a barrier to his pushing inside her.

As their kissing continued, intensifying even further, Carson contemplated on her state of virginity. You can't take her here. It's not the time ... not the place. Back home ... back in a bed. He recalled losing his virginity in the back seat of a Ford Fairlane, and while any orgasm for a guy is a good orgasm, the experience had left a lot to be desired. He wouldn't do that to Jordan, here in the muddy water of a public lake.

But ... she did want to show him that she wasn't a child. Shifting his hands to support her weight with one strong arm, he reached up to his neck and took control of a hand. Staring deeply into her eyes, he slowly lowerd the hand to between them, then -- as he very conspicuously shoved her hand in between their groins and against his rock hard dick. he whispered, "Show me you're not a child."

 

[Mephistophelily]

His kiss was definitely encouragement, Jordan's hands leaving the grasp on her own forearms to instead raise up and run against his hair, finding those wet locks incredible beneath her touch. She was shivering now, but certainly not from a chill in the water. He brought her close, wrapped her about him, the press of his arousal riding against her as an obvious showing that he had other thoughts about her...

The moan that came from the teen's lips echoed into his parted set, her hips pulling in a bit tighter to him, feeling the hard push back of his openly exposed length. God, the feel of that thing- He must have been... huge...

Well, huge as one would seem to a girl who'd never even seen a dick other than a few dirty images...

His hand drifted up as he shifted her, Jordan's lips pulling away slightly as he took her hand from his hair. She worried that he was about to push her away again. Tell her no... Too young...

Please don't say it, Please...

But he didn't. Instead, he did something- quite the opposite. Jordan's eyes widened a bit as he guided her hand back under the water, down the shape of his abs, down across his groin, to land upon that hardness that was pressing against her. Her fingers instantly grasped about him, a soft sound of happiness leaving her lips as she kissed against his neck, stroking his thick cock in her hand. The water made it easy for her hand to find a rhythm along his length, driving slowly up and down his shaft, her fingers coming to squeeze gently against the very head of him before drawing back down.

Jordan groaned again, simply touching him like this leaving the girl aroused herself. Her kisses along his skin grew more urgent, drifting further, up against his ear to nibble gently. "You're so big...," She whispered as she continued to stroke him, nuzzling her head in against his neck. "I... I don't even know if you'd fit without hurting me the first time... I've only ever had my fingers there, Carson. You're so much bigger than that..."

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson was simultaneously in heaven and hell...

The heaven part would have been obvious to anyone. He was naked with -- discounting the thin, water soaked underclothes -- an essentially naked young woman ... a teenager ... a virginal teenager ... getting his dick stroked in the shallow water of a lake that, here, they had to themselves.

The hell part was only obvious to him: he'd just finished several hours of fucking ... with Kelly ... with Jordan's mother ... and his dick was spent and exhausted ... and at the same time that Jordan's speeding grasp of him was beginning to feel ever-better, it was beginning to hurt more as well. He imagined that it must have been what women felt like after a long fuck -- or the next day after they'd had sex for the first time in a long time -- and he suddenly found himself understanding their hesitation to go at it again so soon after the first time.

And yet, he didn't stop the girl from working his erection. He wanted to cum with her, not just for his own pleasure but for her to prove -- if not to him then to herself -- that she indeed was not a child. This was just a first step, Carson knew; Jordan was touching her first penis, was pleasuring her first man. There would be so much more to come, today, tomorrow, in the days and weeks to come.

But it all started here, and Carson was determined to live through the pained pleasure -- or was it pleasured pain? -- that this courageous young woman was putting him through to prove herself a woman.

And, surprising himself, Carson realized he was going to cum. He didn't honestly think he had it in him, but he was sure he was on build up. "Don't stop, Jordan. Don't stop."

Being cautious with his steps, he pulled first one foot then the other from the mud, and -- supporting Jordan's weight now in both hands, their upper bodies separated so she could still manipulate his member -- he moved them closer to shore until their groins were above water and she witness what she was doing to him.

"Here we go..." he managed with a groaning tone. He arched forward, his forehead resting on one of her shoulders as the orgasm approached. He pulled back a bit, looking at her with a look of desperation, for he wanted her to see the result of her work. "Watch ... watch me Jordan ... you ... oh god, oh god ... you did this--"

And he erupted.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Jordan's eyes were locked onto his face as she stroked him, wide and fascinated by the expressions on his features- so many different ranges of emotion... Some that at first made her fear she was hurting him, doing it wrong... But he was groaning, rocking into her palm- That had to be a sure sign of doing it right!

He dug his hands against her, cradling her tightly as she continued to play, his steps cautiously bringing them closer to shore. The water's fluid motions were no longer helping her hand, but she was able to actually see her efforts now- and the sight of him, her hand wrapped about him, throbbing and twitching gently in her fingers' efforts....

The girl groaned softly, awed at the fact she had caused this.
He confirmed it as he buried his head against her shoulder, groaning out words of his own- a warning on what she was doing, a plea for her to continue and to watch.

Jordan swallowed down hard, looking back up to him with slightly alarmed eyes as he clenched his own shut, his hips jerking his cock into her tight grip. She kept her hand about him, working a bit more now- that flow of words- that she had done this to him-

"Oh -!" She gasped as he came, the gush of his release spurting against her as she pressed along his thigh, the warmth of his seed coating down her bare skin before dribbling off into the water... Another burst, heavy and heated, his groans and grunts and catching breaths bringing her to slowly ease her hand back. She simply ran her fingers against him, down against his tip, catching the still dribbling mess that came from him. Her fingertips played with it a moment, feeling his warmth left behind from it, the texture of his cum.

She brought the fingers to her lips, gently licking the remains of his orgasm with her tongue as she glanced back to his face. "I did... alright?," She asked softly, before flicking her tongue along her lips. "I think I like that taste..."

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson tried to maintain his stance in the soft mud of the lake but couldn't; the pleasure sweeping though him was simply overwhelming, and he fell forward to his knees, still clasping her legs around his waist. They fell slowly back into the mud, so close to the shore now that their heads her in the green weeds and reeds that lined it.

My god, Jordan ... how...

He didn't understand it. He'd spent the morning fucking her mother -- a sexual goddess who'd made him cum more times and with more joy than he could recall ever having done -- and yet here he was with this novice, his heart racing, his breathing labored, as yet another unbelievable orgasm waned slowly, eventually allowing him to answer her question with a simple, whispered, "Yes..."

Carson kissed Jordan softly, then again a bit more passionately, his body not yet fully recovered. His penis was alive with pain and pleasure, even more intense now than when she'd first taken hold of him. You're gonna need a month to recoup, he thought, chuckling a bit, peeking at her and wondering how she'd react if he told her exactly why he was laughing after she'd made him shoot his load all over her in the lake.

"You're not a child, Jordan," he said, not sure whether she still thought of herself as such after what she'd done to him nor whether doing what she did really changed who she was. He'd always smiled laughed at the old movies and teen television shows where -- usually -- the male character was pressuring the female character into sex, implying that she wasn't truly a woman until she'd given it up. Was Jordan a woman now because she'd beat a man to orgasm? Or ... was more required...? Now, recovered, Carson sat up away from her, his knees sinking deeper in the mud and nodded his head toward the grassy patch next to the water. "Why don't you move up there ... and take your panties off ... and I'll return to you the favor you just did me?"

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OOC -- Assuming she does as he asks -- and she doesn't have to, of course -- tell me what he's going to see, as far as bush, shave, trim ...

 

[Mephistophelily]

A surprised yelp came from her as he fell over, clutching to him with a small giggle. She could feel his heart through his chest, the heavy beat, the hard pull for breath that he gave... But she still wanted to hear him say it, to say she had...

"Yes..."

Her face brightened, welcoming his kiss as he leaned down against her. Her lips danced against his, pleased to know that she had made him happy... that she had done that right. He pulled back within a moment or so, still trying to catch his breath, though the small laugh he gave was a curious thing. Had she done THAT well? Jordan smirked a bit more, biting her lip and looking towards the water behind them. Wow. Leaving him this way was kind of... fun. "Glad to know...," She purred softly, the smile never leaving her lips.

His reassurance on adulthood brought her to look back at him, studying his eyes. He let her down, slipping back to rest a bit more in the mud trying to engulf their legs. Jordan started to get up herself, figuring that he would want to get headed back after... all that...

Only to pause and stare at him a moment as he gestured toward the edge of the water. She glanced over to it, then blushed furiously. "You... You want me to..." Her teeth caught her lip again, shifting in the water slightly before looking at him once more. The playful look in his eyes... and the reaction he had had over what she had done- He was offering to do that for her?

She slowly moved out of the water, pulling herself up onto the small bank against the water's edge. Her lips pushed together tightly, glancing at him as she hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties, slowly pulling the wet fabric off her hips. She blushed a bit more as they moved down her pelvis, revealing the bare flesh of her mound... Tori had convinced her to start shaving herself, saying that it made things 'so much easier'. She hadn't been quite sure on what that meant, but she did find her alone times at night to be far more enjoyable after she started doing that...

Rolling the wet fabric up and placing it off beside her, she sat up again, rubbing her hands against the inner parts of her thighs- not... quite... sure what to do now.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

She was nervous; Carson could see that. More nervous, he thought, than she'd been about grasping his penis and working it to eruption. This is happening to her, he thought. She knows that what's coming next ... this is out of her control. I'd be nervous, too.

He thought back to his first time, ironically right here on this same beach with a girl much older than he. It had been frightening ... and awkward, for it was over almost as soon as it had started. Guys ... we're so fucking easy that way.

As he watched her fighting with the panties, their wet fabric sticking to her almost as if she were trying to rip away a bandage, he crawled difficulty through the mud, toward her on his knees. When she was finally bared below the waist, he laid his hands gently onto her thighs, caressing her skin, cooled by the water and breeze.

He moved closer, until his upper thighs pressed against her knees. His still erect penis was literally pointing at her, as if to say, Yes ... you ... I coming for you. He smiled politely and, as he urged her to part her knees, said softly, "Lay back on the grass. I'm going to do something you'll like."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Jordan kept watching him as he moved, a nervous little giggle leaving her as he moved through the sloppy mud- he looked almost like one of the creatures from the cheesy B moves her brother tried to get her to watch... The SexMonster of The Lake!, she thought with another giggle, though she was still rubbing her lips together nervously as he moved in closer still.

She shivered as his hands came to rest on her thighs, his body meeting her knees, every part of him still bared and dripping as he stayed on his knees before her. His smile started to calm her nerves, his hands still rubbing against her skin and starting to pull them apart gently as he asked her to lay back.

"Y-Yeah... Okay..." She continued to watch his face, the smile still there. He knew what he was doing- why was she so scared? It wasn't really fear... More... nervous. She wasn't quite sure what to expect. What if she did something wrong? Oh god, what if he tickled her accidentally and she like- like kicked him in the head or something?!

She brought her back to rest in the grass, her hands laying flat to the ground as she drew a soft breath. Her legs spread apart, her toes curling into the sand as her knees bent on either side of him.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson watched her relax -- or at least lay back -- into the sand. She looked tense, but he didn't blame her. She knew what was coming, and it had to be almost frightening to her. Carson could remember his later lovers, girls and women he'd known for weeks or months before becoming this physical; and even for those who were innocent as Jordan was, the first time was always a moment of trepidation.

With her gaze off him now, Carson looked down to her body ... looked down to her. She was beautiful. She was freshly shaven; he wondered whether that was new -- for him -- or a habit long maintained. The clean appearance gave him pause, for he couldn't help but think how young it made her seem. Illegally young! She was as clean and fresh as a baby, and while she was absolutely, legally a woman, for a moment he couldn't help but think he was about to rob a sexual cradle.

But the thought passed, and as he reached his left arm under Jordan's thigh, slipping his hand between her firm butt cheek and the wet grass, he caressed the fingers of his right hand down the inside of her leg, tracing the tips of them along the muscle of her thigh ... he swept them slowly over her shaved skin, toyed with the other thigh for a moment, then moved to the center ... and ever so gently slid his longest finger down upon her swollen clit, fondling it softly ... and looking back to her face for a reaction...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Jordan's eyes drifted closed, trying to keep her mind from focusing too much on those little things she worried on. So many different concerns had tried to race through her head, questions on him suddenly changing his mind, him finding her no longer attractive or worth his time, her mother- oh god, her MOTHER suddenly wandering into the water's view...

All that vanished completely from her mind as his hand crept up beneath her, cradling against her skin. A tiny little noise left her throat, the weak whimper pulling from her lips as he ran his other hand along her leg, across her mound, up the other thigh. Oh god, he hadn't even DONE anything to her and she could feel her legs quivering.

His touch found her. A finger gently teasing against her, a sensation so different from when she tried to end her frustrations alone in her room. Someone else's touch. Carson's touch. Her head slid back a bit more against the sand, her fingers digging into the ground a bit more. "Ohh-!"

How could just a touch DO that?! She wanted to feel more now. Just that little spark, that wonderful moment of beautiful pleasure coming from the trace of his finger... She wanted more.

"Oh wow...," She breathed out softly, shivering against the sand.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Oh wow..."

Carson smiled, looking up to find her head rolling back at the new sensations beginning to surge through her. Oh, wow...? He had to admit, he'd heard just about every exclamation from a woman before ... but Oh, wow was new to him.

He was pleasuring her, and that was all he wanted. He hadn't realized it until now, until this very moment -- until Oh wow -- that he wasn't after his own pleasure with Jordan ... he was after hers!

With Kelly, things had been so different. He'd wanted to pleasure her -- he wanted to and did make her scream -- but he'd known, too, that he'd done it for himself, knowing that she would use her experience and effort to satisfy him in return. And she had. Oh God, had she.

But here now, with Jordan, Carson realized that all he wanted was to make this 'girl' writhe in pleasure and call out his name in ecstasy! He told himself, I don't even have to fuck you to be happy, although later he would come to realize that wasn't true at all.

But for now, as he manipulated her clitoris this way and that, up and down, left to right, in circles, with soft flits, hard and then soft, looking for that perfect touch that was what would build her slowly to climax, all he could think of -- all his ego needed -- was to see her explode at his finger tips.

 

[Mephistophelily]

That little touch was just a starting sample.

She heard what almost sounded like a chuckle from him, an upward glance as she lolled her head back to view him revealing the smirk on his face. She bit her lip again, her heel digging down into the dirt.

"Your... your fingers are so... warm....," She noted softly, crooning out happily as he showed just how warm and talented that touch could be. "OhOHH!!" Jordan's feet quickly dug down into the sand, her cried growing louder as he continued to play, teasing against that incredibly sensitive flesh as though she were some type of video game controller- and damn, he was really... REALLY good at that game.

Soft, then hard.... a rub, a trace, a flicking motion- She couldn't even tell what a few of his motions were, but she certainly knew what they left behind.... A squirming, gasping girl who was crooning out in bliss. "Carsssson," She hissed out, his name heavy on her lips.

She had touched herself a number of times before. She'd done it the night she confessed all those things to him... Thinking of him, imagining it to be his touch...

And now, here it was.
So unlike what she imagined. So... so much better.

His fingers moved slowly against her, finding a perfect spot that had the teen squealing out in bliss. "OH GOD-!!" Her back quickly pushed up from the dirt, a sharp gasp coming from her lips. "Wh-whatever you... whatever you did, god- Do that... do that again!"

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

As she'd been writhing about, seemingly close to orgasm, Carson had lowered his head between her thighs and met her pussy with his mouth. With his fingers parting the swollen pink folds, he had placed his lips firmly over her pussy and was flicking rapidly at her clit with his tongue.

She tastes so ... so ... so young! She was fresh and clean, like no woman Carson had eaten in more than a decade. He lifted his eyes to watch the teenager squirming on the sandy shore, and when he was sure she was cumming, his ego simply exploded to a size it had never experienced.

He didn't stop his manipulations. He continued on, knowing that eventually The Tickles would come and she would push him away. But until that happened, Carson was content to lap at Jordan for hours to come.

 

[Mephistophelily]

His head nestled between her thighs brought Jordan back down against the dirt, but it certainly didn't stop her from twisting and rocking against him. In fact, it seemed to make things... worse. The teen's crooned notes of bliss grew louder, jumbled mixes of words trying to leave her lips- things that made little to no sense, simply pleads for him to keep going, how good it felt, how... Ohhhhh, how she was... was...

Jordan cried out as his tongue lathed her throbbing bud of nerves, her body rocking up against him as all his efforts overcame her. "Carson- CARSON!" She was almost screaming out his name as she reached down, a flailing hand clutching at his shoulder as she experienced her first orgasm from a man's touch.... And he certainly made it a memorable one. She could barely breathe, her body overwhelmed by the amazing rush of pleasure he brought to her.

"Ohhh..."

She still shuddered beneath him as he continued, the feel of that wonderful tongue still brushing against her sex. She softly moaned at that, her legs shifting into the sand. He seemed so happily at home between her legs, relaxing the teen's fears on him- not... enjoying... that. His actions said quite the opposite, leaving the girl to smile softly.

She giggled weakly as he teased still, glancing down to see his eyes peering up at her, his lips still unseen- but the smirk obvious in his eyes. She giggled again, her face still flushed from her orgasm as her foot raised to run along his back. The warm breath he puffed against her sex was starting to tickle as well, that foot toying on his back pushing down a bit now. "Please stop...," She squeaked out between little laughs, shaking her head. "Carson, stop... please! Mmmph- god..."

She sighed softly, closing her eyes as she continued to smile. "I think I- I could get used to something like that... But I'm not sure my legs are going to work for a little bit..."

Another thought suddenly hit her, glancing over to her waterlogged panties. "Uhoh. Oh man... I'm gonna have to walk home with no underclothes... I, um..." She blushed at the possible idea that came to her, peering over at him. "Would... I be able to leave my bra and panties at your place? I just- walking into the house with those in hand... Mom would freak...."

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

(OOC -- Going to jump it ahead a bit. Hope that's okay.)

Carson way beside him, overjoyed at the ecstasy he'd seen Jordan in. Just as he's never felt so satisfied with her mother, he'd never wanted anyone else to be as satisfied as he'd wanted Jordan to be. He thought at the moment that it was simply an ego boost, knowing that he would always be remembered by Jordan as the man who had done this to -- for -- her; but if he'd been truly contemplated his motives, he would have known that it had all been about wanting the teen to want him, to want to please him ...which he knew wouldn't be too distant in the future.

As Jordan came down from her mountain high, Carson stood in the lake water and rinsed the mud away from his body, then helped Jordan to her feet, easily snapped her bra loose, and repeated the gesture with her body, taking a bit longer to do so simply to caress and grope her youthful features. She was such a beautiful creature, and he hated to part ways with her.

But it had been quite a day -- oh my god, what a fucking day -- and he needs to bring it to a close. He slapped a hand firm against his arm, then brushed it across Jordan's shoulder; the sun, now gone behind the trees, was bringing out the mosquitoes, and here they were standing in the waters of a lake naked.

He hurried them back into the outer clothes and gathered the wet under clothes, then led her back through the woods until they could see both of their homes. They stopped, and -- suddenly feeling like a teenager himself, sneaking in after curfew -- he pulled her back into the forest's darkness and kissed her passionately before saying, "You have to go. Be careful, and don't get caught."

And he stepped back from her, indicating that their day -- their unbelievable day -- had ended...

And all the while, it had never occurred to him that he had not taken the opportunity to feel the pleasure he'd given his young lover.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Hey, ow-!" Jordan jumped a bit as he dropped his hand onto her arm, realizing now that the bugs were starting to come out in a hungry force. The heat of what they'd been up to was not helping much in keeping them away, either. Quickly dressing with him, she hastily followed after him back to his cabin, gasping as he pulled her back into the woods' shadows and kissing her deeply. The teen purred softly into his lips, looking up at him in awe as he drew away.

"Okaay," she replied meekly, her voice managing to squeak softly with the single word. Yep. 'Woman', indeed.

As he headed for his own home, she ran up through the yard, going instead for the garage over the glass doors of the kitchen. Maybe she could pretend she'd gone for a run or something... What time was it, anyway? The sun had started to set during their- escapades... at the water's edge....

She crept in through the back hall, coming into the living room and finding her mother laying on the couch, the television on and playing some cheesy Lifetime movie. "Oh, hey mom.... Sorry, I was out getting some new..." She paused, peering over the back of the couch and realizing that she was talking to someone sound asleep. "Well. That makes things easier..."

She wandered her way up to her own room, still smirking and lingering in her orgasmic bliss from Carson's efforts. God, that was going to stay with her awhile. Recalling the feel of his hands, his breath, his tongue... "Ohhh man," She breathed as she reached the top of the stairs, nearly screaming as Tori stepped out of her brother's room. "Good lord, do you ever go home?!," She hissed, staring at her.

Tori ignored the comment, simply looking her over, then raised an eyebrow. "Oh. My. God." She slowly smirked, jabbing a finger against Jordan's chest. "You... had sex."

"No. No I didn't." Not... completely a lie... "Come on, I'm exhausted, just let me get to my room..."

"Exhausted from fucking, right?"

"Tori, stop it! Please! I didn't have sex with Carson!"

"...Who mentioned Carson?" Tori paused, then followed her. "So what DID you do with him, then?" She shoved her foot in the door as Jordan tried to close it, working her way into the room and cornering her on her bed. "Come onnn. We used to spill about our crushes all the time in school... Tell me. I swear, I won't say a word to your brother."

Jordan sighed, biting her lips, then started to relay her evening. The tiny giggles and surprised oohs that left her friend's lips made her blush, finally coming to the part where... where she...

"So thaaaat's where the smile came from..." Tori smirked, sighing and shaking her head. "Oh, honey. That's so cute. But you're still playing hard to get? Lose the sweet and innocent little girl thing. Especially if you're trying to convince him how adult you are. Next time... show him exactly what you want. Stop worrying on what happens... A nice good fuck is amazing. I've had some incredible ones..."

"I really don't want to hear stories on what you do with my brother..."

Tori paused, reddening. "Oh. Y-Your brother. Yeah..."

Jordan looked at her, a confused doubtful look at the way that had been said. "I'd like to get to bed, okay? I'm really tired..."

"Yeah, sure... Talk to you later, hun. I need to get back in with him. Trying to see if I can get him to be a little more-" Tori paused, then smiled, simply reaching over to pick up Jordan's TV remote, clicking on the flatscreen on the wall. "Just... Just leave that on tonight, okay?"

"Ew..."

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Eric emerged from his shower, the thick white towel wrapped low about his waist to flaunt his solid body to...

Apparently no one; Tori had simply disappeared from his bedroom. After a moment, he heard giggling and hushed voices through the wall and assumed that Jordan had finally shown up. He slipped on a pair of sweats -- again, wearing them low to show how the Army had improved his already sought after physique -- and padded down the carpeted hallway to his sister's cracked open door, where he paused, raising his hand to knock.

But he didn't. At the word naked, followed quickly by held me against his, his, YOU know..., Eric lowered his hand and instead moved closer to the door to listen in on his sister -- little Jordan -- talking about sex!

As he craned to hear more, he couldn't believe, first, that he was eavesdropping on his younger sibling talking about being with what sounded like a grown man, and not some boy from the neighborhood; and second, that he was getting hard down below, hearing it.

Eric was easily aroused to begin with, so the latter shouldn't have surprised him. All he had to do was look at Tori and boing! Hell, look at any half decent looking woman or even an ugly one with huge knockers and his dick was rising to salute. He'd even grown erections to the sight of Jordan in a bikini and once, back in the City, masturbated to conclusion behind his opened bedroom door while watching his sister -- dressed only in a pair of small panties -- pad around the family apartment one morning when she thought she was the only one in the house.

And how, here she was, talking about ... about what...? Getting laid...? No, she said nothing about that. She ... she got ate out! Some dude put his mouth to her and made her cum!

Eric glanced down the hall, toward the stairs, fearful that their mother might catch him at Jordan's door. He moved again, trying to hear the girls' whispers better but was getting the best quality he was going to achieve. I wish I was in there! he thought, then looking down at the tent his dick was creating out of the front of his sweats, he decided that might not be a good choice after all.

"I really don't want to hear stories on what you do with my brother..." he heard Jordan say, causing him to lean in so close that his head bumped the door. He pulled back, panicked that they might have heard or seen his error.

"Oh. Y-Your brother," Tori said, with a tone that made Eric's eye brow rise. "Yeah..."

As Jordan went on about needing to get back to bed, Eric contemplated Tori's tone ... and his blood began to heat up. Ever since he'd come home for leave, she'd been very subtly pointing out that he wasn't quite getting the job done between the sheets. He'd always had suspicions that she'd been faking some -- if not all -- of her orgasms recently to keep him happy. She wouldn't say so, of course; instead, she'd been giving him pointers ... and increasingly more over his vacation from the military. They'd fucked -- or done other things -- every day, sometimes twice or three times a day, and in all honesty, Eric couldn't be certain that he'd done it for her once.

And now, here she was talking to his little sister about sex with some old man. Eric hadn't been able to hear the entire conversation, but ... now that he considered what he had heard ... it seemed that Tori was a bit more interested in this guy, Carson, than she should have been considering she had a boyfriend.

"Yeah, sure, talk to you later, hun." Tori's voice voice sounded as if she'd moved, possibly toward the door. "I need to get back in with him. Trying to see if I can get him to be a little more-"

A little more what...? Eric screamed inside his skull. A little more fucking what?

Then the television filled the room with sound and the conversation was no longer available to him. Eric knew he should have scurried back to his room, but he was pissed! His girlfriend wanted to fuck this man, he knew it. Maybe Carson can get you off ... like I can't, you cheating bitch. His face was burning with the blood boiling in his veins.

When Tori stepped out into the hall and nearly ran into her lover, the wide smile on her face vanished instantly. She started to open her mouth and flinched as his closed fist came upwards...

...slamming into the wall and caving in the newly painted drywall.

Eric had never done anything so violent in his life. Of course, he'd never been so hurt before either. It didn't matter that Tori hadn't done anything with Carson. It didn't matter that she hadn't even suggested doing something with Carson. It only mattered that Eric knew -- knew -- that she wanted to fuck that asshole. He knew it, down deep in his soul.

He drew a deep breath, held it a long moment, trying to find the words he wanted to spit into her face, and -- ultimately -- simply said, "We're done."

He turned, heading back to his room, slamming the door with enough force to wake up the neighborhood, and locked it behind him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Wh....what the hell?" Tori stood in shock at what had just happened, shaking and staring at the door slammed in her face. What had just happened? Why had he- What caused that?

She slipped to the floor, directly before the cracked wall Eric had just caused, sobbing softly. He was furious with her- and she didn't understand why. A sudden thought hit her. Had he been- with as close to his sister's door as he had been... He had been spying on them! What, did he think she was out fucking that guy too? Just because Jordan had been screwing around with the guy out back, it didn't mean SHE was! Her tears changed from sadness to fury, getting to her feet and hurrying to his door. "Fuck you, Eric!," she screeched, pounding her fists against the wood. "You insensitive prick! You think I'm screwing around?! You probably fucked every girl on that base-! You get wood over a fucking Old Navy commercial... Asshole!"

She was sobbing through her words, though hesitantly pulled her hands down as Jordan slowly opened her door and peered out. "Oh- oh god, I'm.... I'm sorry... He just.... I don't know what to do..."

Jordan glared at her brother's door, then opened her own a bit wider. "Just come in here for the night, okay? Calm down... We can talk about this in the morning... Try to reason with him."

Tori sniffled, wiping at her eyes and shaking her head. "Fuck him," she hissed, slipping into Jordan's room. "He thinks he's God's gift...? He's a fucking asshole... Has his dirty fantasies, and I can't even talk about- Fuck him. Just.... Forget it." Bitterness was quickly setting in, pure anger and frustration. He was so selfish in bed, so ignorant of her at times...

Jordan frowned again. "Let's just get some sleep, okay?" She peeled back her sheets, letting her heartbroken friend slip in with her. "Tomorrow, I promise.... We'll find a way to clear your head."

"...Yeah."
Tori already had thoughts on just how to do that.
Eric thought she was such an easy whore?
She'd show him just how quick she could be.

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Kelly woke first in the house, her events of the previous day and 'personal bliss reward' of almost a full bottle of wine having made her nearly oblivious to the heated exchange that had taken place in the upper floors of her home. Stumbling off the couch with a still-lingering smirk, she started up the coffeepot before heading upstairs to shower.

Jordan was up not long after. She strongly wanted to talk to Eric, but was hesitant to do so. Tori was still sound asleep on the edge of her bed, the two girls having curled together in the night. It wasn't exactly uncommon for the two of them; they'd been friends for a number of years, their own time together having been longer than her relationship with Eri. Still, there were times when Jordan wondered if Tori was trying to push their friendship into- something else...

The other girl started to stir, a gentle little sob leaving her lips. Jordan simply reachee over, hugging her gently.

"Thanks, Jo....," she whispered, rubbing her friend's arm. "Would you mind if we took that blanket off the window? I think I'd like to see the sunrise over the lake..."

"Yeah, no problem." Jordan smiled, getting up to get it. The girls hadn't slept exactly in the buff- simply down to tanktops and panties. The closeness between them made it not too uncomfortable, and the room was rather warm. Turning back around as she folded it, she gestured to the window, pointing out the rising sun. "Check it out."

Tori slid out of the sheets, coming over to peek as well- but not at the sun... To that cabin. She smiled, running her hand on Jordan's shoulder. "Thanks, babes." She smirked, giving a quick peck to her cheek.

She wondered if Carson watched the house. If he could see them from here. If he was as horny a man as Jo made him sound...

She smirked again, grabbing Jo and giving her a deep kiss.
*Watching us, Mister Carson?* Letting go, she gave a faked gasp of shock, her hand on her lips. "Jo! Ohh god I am so sorry- I just- I really felt the need for something, someone- your brother woke me every morning with- I am so so sorry..."

Jordan simply stared at her, then shook her head. "Just- not again... Okay?"
That was absolutely the weirdest thing Tori had ever done... And weirder still... Was that she kinda liked it...

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

At the cabin, behind the security of the screens he pulled into place to keep the mosquitoes -- or at least most of them -- at bay, Carson raised his eyes to look toward the big house. The raised voice was male; Eric, the brother, no doubt. Carson couldn't make out the words, but he could feel the angry tone. Puppy dog eat your homework, little boy? he mused, not knowing anything about Kelly's boy except that he was old enough to be in the military ... army, he thought he remembered.

Suddenly, he realized he knew nothing about the Nicholson family ... except that momma Nicholson knew how to fuck and sissy Nicholson was about to learn. In all that time rolling about his bed and dusting the surfaces with Kelly's bare backside, he'd never asked about and she'd never offered up a single piece of personal information about her family. How do you spend that much time getting 'personal' with a woman and not know ANYTHING about her...?

He shrugged it off, knowing that he'd get plenty of opportunities in the near future to learn about Kelly and her kids. Kelly was coming back; she'd enjoyed her time far too much to let it go as a one time fling. And Jordan was a sure thing as well; experiencing an orgasm as powerful as that your first time with a man and still being a virgin...? Oh, she'd be back.

Carson returned to the cabin's kitchen to put together a tray of snacks, mostly early summer vegies from his little garden out near the split rail fence and jerked meat from a variety of animals hunted out of the forest.

When he returned to the porch, he stopped with a start, his heart jumping at the sight of a manly-looking figure in the dark a few yards beyond the porch. Instinctively, his first thought was of the location of his shotgun; there had been a massive increase in home invasions after the so-called Great Recession did so much harm to the local economy, turning even normally good, honest folk into desperate, thieving souls.

"Are you fucking my girlfriend?"

Carson's stomach rolled over. Even without specifics, he could think of at least four or five local men who might ask such a question. But, it had been a good long time since he'd been spelunking in another man's cave, as a bar buddy of his would have put it.

This had to do with Kelly or Jordan, but ... that didn't make sense either. Kelly hadn't given him any indications of guilt on her part, guilt from cheating with him on another man. And Jordan had talked -- rambled, actually -- about some guy at school but said they were over with ... didn't she?

Then something struck him. The brother and his little girl friend. But why would...?

"I don't suppose you would come up into the light and introduce yourself?" Carson asked politely. Continuing with his calm tone, he added, "This might not be the back woods of West Virginia or Arkansas or the moonshine still territory in the deep woods of Georgia ... but some people are around these parts still shoot first and ask questions later."

That, of course, was total bullshit. This area was about as tame and civilized as the mansion filled suburbs of Illinois' Lake Forest neighborhood where Carson's grandparents still lived; but Carson wanted this stranger -- Eric or not -- to contemplate the odds that there was a big weapon just inside the door that he was standing in before anything got ugly.

The figure stepped forward into the light spilling out from the porch, revealing himself as a stocky, well built young man with a definite military buzz cut. His expression ... well, Carson wasn't sure; his face seemed full of anger but around the eyes, there seemed to be the remnant puffiness that came with recently having cried.

"Are you fucking Tori?" Eric asked, adding a little specificity to the identity of the female in question. His expression hardened a bit as he took another step forward, adding, "Or are you just fucking my little sister?"

Carson felt a chill run through over his body, goose flesh rising all about his arms and neck. He didn't know this man; he didn't know his temperament. For all he knew, Eric might come crashing through the light weight wood and screen porch door and try to take him down. Carson had never been much of a fighter, having only been in three tussles in his entire life.

He didn't really want one with this young man. For two reasons, actually. First, Carson simply didn't see violence as a solution for ... well, just about anything, even sexual issues such as these. And second ... Carson didn't want anything getting in the way of him continuing to have sex with this man's mother and sister.

"I'm not fucking ... what did you say her name was, Tori?" Carson answered, adding quickly, "I've never even met her, and if she walked up to me--"

"Then you're just fucking my sister?" Eric cut in, his tone harsher yet.

"I'm not fucking your sister," Carson said without hesitation. He wasn't lying; he simply wasn't telling the whole story. He considered expanding on his denial, but didn't. He'd always believed in the KISS principle -- Keep It Simple Stupid -- and he didn't see any reason to change now.

Eric spat out some of the things he'd overheard the girls talking about back at the house, his voice cracking a few times with obvious emotion. Carson wasn't sure exactly what it was that was choking the kid up -- the idea that Carson was fucking his girl friend, his sister, or both -- but it was obvious that the kid was hurting.

Carson let him ramble on, wanting to see exactly what it was that Eric had overheard. More information was better than less; if he knew all Eric did, he could answer -- truthfully or not -- without the young man being able to catch him in a lie.

And Carson did get lucky; Eric hadn't heard his name mentioned by the girls, nor had he heard anything that would point toward the man in the cabin. "Eric ... it was Eric, right...? I'm not sure who it is that your sister is involved with. I'm sure there's nothing ... tragic going on. I met her yesterday, and she seemed like a nice girl. You're probably just..."

Carson's words dragged off as he noticed the bag over the back of Eric's shoulder. He wouldn't have thought much about it, if it wasn't for the conversation they were involved in. He gestured toward the bag, asking, "Going somewhere...?"

Eric didn't answer. He just stared at Carson for a moment, his eyes seeming to shine a bit brighter -- a bit wetter -- in the harsh porch light, before he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Two minutes later, a powerful engine fired up on the far side of the house, bright light illuminated the night, and squealing tires cut through the quiet...

Carson returned to his grandfather's rocking chair ... and contemplated about the day's events, wondering ... Am I responsible for this in some way...? Or ... does shit just happen?

 

[Mephistophelily]

Jordan had gone to shower. Tori had gone back to the other bedroom, finding the door open now. "Eric...?," She called softly, finding a still disarrayed bed and his still mostly-unpacked boxes now missing a good number of things.

A note on the bed.
Fuck you.

She started to cry again. So... he'd left.

She was partially hurt, partially bitter. He was accusing her of doing things, when all she had done was THINK... At least, in regards to this Carson guy. She had messed around a bit while he was gone- Loneliness had crept in, and hit hard once it got to her. She'd never actually fucked another guy... but smaller events had certainly taken place. Some unbelievably wonderful oral from one of the guys at the community college, a terrible night at the drive in with some high school jock...

But Jordan's Carson? Last night was the first real details she's gotten on the guy, other than her friend was rather smitten with the man. She picked up Eric's note, crumpling it bitterly and tossing it aside. If he wanted to play games like that, she would certainly make it worthwhile. Wanted to accuse her of something she hadn't done? Scream at her, dump her, sound like she was the epitome of a whore?

Fine then.
See your whore, Eric.
I'll be the whore you think I am.

She grabbed up some shorts from beside the bed, hastily putting them on. Prepping herself up a bit for the day in Eric's bathroom- fixing her hair, brushing her teeth, some quick makeup, she was soon rushing barefoot down the back staircase. She'd barely seen the siblings' mother since she come to the house, something she knew was a complete blessing... especially with this.

Going out the back door, she stared at that cabin out at the woods' edge, her jaw set as she tramped off towards it. Hitting his porch, she cleared her throat, knocking on his screen door. "Hello? Anyone home?"

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson had been expecting Jordan to sneak down to his place, or possibly Kelly; he'd been afraid that both might have the same thought and prepare a picnic basket for a quick escape to either the hot spring or the lake shore, depending upon who his visitor was.

He opened the door and found a third possibility, though... and smiled as the horribly inappropriate and socially unacceptable thoughts exploded in his mind. "Tori, I presume."

The girl was cute and sweet looking, more innocent looking than even Jordan had appeared. Of course, Carson knew better. He'd seen her sneaking into the house with her boy friend -- Ex...? he couldn't help but wonder -- and had drawn some conclusions about her from Eric's tantrum the night before as well. Tori fucks ... so ... that's a good thing, right?

He let his eyes fall down from her flawless, teenage face. She wore a pastel pink and white long sleeved sweater, one of those that was long down over the cheeks of her ass -- oh, what are those called...? he wondered, quickly wondering as well Why the hell do you care? -- and a pair of tight shorts that reached down barely longer than it. Below the sweater ... Wow, his mind thought, realizing there was nothing there but a lacy bra, or maybe a skimpy cropped tee with lace about the cleavage, he couldn't be sure.

All Carson knew for sure was that this girl was dressed to tease ... and he'd already decided he wanted to find out if she had the talents to please.

"Listen, you caught me heading out," he lied, stepping back to retrieve the basket of food and blanket beside it. "I have a wildlife study I need to complete ... but if you're interested in coming...?"

Carson was taking a big chance her with this girl. He didn't know her. He didn't know what her motivations were for coming here. For all he knew she dressed like a flirt all the time and she was here just to rip him a new asshole for driving her boyfriend off, which of course he'd had nothing to do with.

Even worse, of course, was the possibility that hitting on this girl would deprived him of his two sure things, Kelly and Jordan. Why was he risking such a sought after fantasy -- mother-sister pairing -- for a little more pussy from a third pretty young thing?

Why...? Like Sir Edmund and the misquote about his need to climb Everest, because it was there.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Tori stepped back in surprise as the man came abruptly to the door, a basket in his hand and-
Already knowing her name. How'd he know that? Jordan?

She watched him curiously, realizing now exactly what Jo had been talking about.
Daaaamn.
The girl nibbled at her lower lip, simply observing as he rounded up things from his house before stepping out onto the porch. Tori held back a tiny groan upon viewing him in the morning sun, shivering a bit before finally finding her voice. "With... You? Uh- yeah. Sure."

Her spitefilled plan was slowly fading.
She had every intention of just- mauling this guy. It had played out in her head so well as she'd stormed back here.... The mystery man she never met opening his door, Tori simply launching herself upon him, kissing him, grinding against him, eager young fingers clutching at him, tearing at his pants, begging him to fuck her- let her do what shy little Jo was so afraid...

But seeing him. Actually seeing him, that face and smile and kneeweakening voice...
She froze on her plan.

"You know my name," she stated slowly, playing with her sweater ends. "Jo told me about you. About... Everything." She glanced off the side of his porch, following him from it. "I thought I could... Come introduce myself, but seems that was already partially done."

His trails led off into the woods, Tori peeking back at the house a moment before following him. Well, if Jo had gone out there with him and made it back home, he must not have been some psycho killer guy....

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson nearly made Tori's connection between Jordan and his knowledge of who this girl was, but caught himself; he really didn't want to speak of Jordan too much as he'd been between her thighs the day before, pleasuring her, and now he was wanting to do the same with her friend.

If he simply kept quiet about Jordan, Tori might wonder whether the pseudo-virgin had made up the story about her experience with him. But... which was better? Tori might have been here to check out the hunk out back in the woods for herself, with a little satisfaction for herself on her mind, with no consideration for Eric's baby sister; or she might have been here to verify that Carson was indeed the right man for her best friend in all the world, Jordan.

KISS: Keep It Simple, Stupid. Better just to smile, gesture, and say, "Right this way. And ... walk softly, or we'll scare everything. And no talking 'til we get there."

Carson was hoping to have the time it took the walk to consider his responses to any questions Tori might pose. He had not been expecting a visit from her. Oh, sure, he'd fantasized about having Eric's little friend, but only because he knew the girl seen sneaking into the house fucked.

Again with this female, he took another trail, thinking with a sly smile, You're out of separate paths ... better be the last chick from the big house. Less than ten minutes later they arrived at what he called the Owl Meadow. A beautiful patch of green, native grasses intermixed with colorful ground mosses, sat in the middle of tall, ancient and second growth firs, oaks, maples, and more. It was almost like something out of a fantasy love story.

He stopped her, gestured her quiet and still, then wandered out into the center of the meadow -- a lopsided circle varying from 20 to 30 feet across -- and slowly did a couple of turns with his eyes on the canopy above. Then, he set the basket down, fluffed the blanket out upon the soft ground, and looked back to Tori, standing with her eyes firmly upon him from the forest edge.

"No one's home, I guess," he said gesturing toward the trees. In all honesty, there hadn't been any owls nests in this part of the forest for almost three years, but he wasn't about to tell this devilish angel that fact. He smiled a bit, gestured her to join him at the blanket, and sat down to open the basket, adding, "I guess we can be as loud as we want now."

And by make noise, he thought as he ogled those beautiful legs reaching down from her colorful shorts and the angelic face at the other extreme, I mean scream into the night ... or day, as is were.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Yeah, sure.... Whatever you want, oh mighty hunter. Tori smirked softly, following after him, curious on where it was he had them headed- and thoughts of Jordan's tale drifting in. Led her down a long path to what felt the middle of nowhere... Beautiful spot with wonderful view- but seemed just a perfect opportunity to simply lose his clothes....

The thought made Tori shiver, eagerly keeping up with the man as he signalled her to stay quiet. She nodded again, perfectly content to view the way his jeans held him from behind. Eric had become a hardass- literally. Carson here had some wonderful shape to his, and she could only imagine now how it flexed and tightened in the midst of a hard fucking-

"Oh, damn," she hissed softly, quickly looking up as he pushed out of the trees. She followed still, surprised at the large opening as he wandered out cautiously. Staying at the edge, she waited until he called out, moving to join him on the blanket. Settling down, her knees stayed bent before her, her hands running up and down her own thighs and calves. "So..." She drew a breath, then glanced at him. "Jordan... Kinda... Told me. About. Everything at the lake."

She bit her lip, studying him over for a moment, looking to see if any worrisome reaction came from him. "Jo's a good kid. I know how weird that must be coming out of me- I'm only four months older... But she's so much different than me. She was a blushing, rambling, giggling mess when she told me about it."

Tori sighed, looking back up at the treeline. "It turned me on incredibly, hearing it. Jordan was so proud of what she did. But all I could think... Was that she left you hanging. I like sex, Carson. I will openly admit that. It makes my boyfriend.... Well,ex boyfriend... Think I do more than just fuck him, because of how much I talk about it." She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "He thinks I fucked you. I didn't even know what you looked like, and he thinks you've been with me..."

She glanced back at him, a rather nonchalant look to her face. "He accused me and left me. It stings, it really does... But the way I see it, is that if he thinks I did it- well. Maybe I should start doing what he thinks I have been." She turned on the blanket, resting on her knees and raising her fingers to undo the few buttons of her cardigan.

"What do you think, Mister Carson? You like younger girls, don't you? You ate out my best friend in the lake... And she couldn't bring herself to give you a proper thanks. She's scared, Carson. I'm not..." She let the sweater fall to the grass, leaving her bra before him. "Just say it, Mister Carson. Say you want me... And I promise to make up for Jo's bad manners..."

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"What do you think, Mister Carson?" she went on, opening her top to reveal a beautiful pair of breasts behind a sexy, lacy bra. "You like younger girls, don't you...?"

Carson's slight smile eased a bit, despite his trying to maintain it unchanged. You like younger girls ... don't you?

"You ate out my best friend in the lake..."

Carson's sudden uneasiness sent a chill up his spine. He smelled set up.

He didn't know Tori enough to know whether she was simply a very forward girl with no qualms about using such language, a horny little teenager he eager to fuck him 'cause she'd heard he was good. Or ... and this suddenly worried him to no end, was she here to test Carson's loyalty and, dare he think it, faithfulness to the other teenager whose pussy, as Tori had phrased it, he'd eaten out the day before.

He doubted that Jordan would have put Tori up to such a coy investigation, but that didn't mean that Tori -- who obviously didn't need anyone to tell her what to do -- hadn't taken the mission up on her own.

"And she couldn't bring herself to give you a proper thanks," she continued. "She's scared, Carson. I'm not... Just say it, Mister Carson. Say you want me... And I promise to make up for Jo's bad manners..."

Carson wanted this girl so badly, but he couldn't be certain whether he was about to begin a third sexual relationship in less than 24 hours ... or end the two he already treasured, he had to risk it.

He looked down to Tori's breasts for a moment, then ogle the rest of her. Then, looking back up to her face, he decided to get a little more information about her intent.

He waggled a finger toward her bra and said softly, "Show me more ... if you don't mind."

He remembered an incident in his earlier life that centered around the topic of entrapment. He couldn't be certain that Tori -- with or without Jordan's knowledge -- was trying to entrap him ... or simply enjoy a great fuck. But if he could get her to initiate their encounter, then Jordan couldn't very well blame this on him now, could she? After all, Tori was a sexy, erotic, sensual creature, putting herself out there for him ... and he was just a man...