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Don’t you love it when a family comes together?
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I didn’t let Penny out of my bed the rest of the morning. Not that she was eager to leave. We lost both mom’s almost immediately after her display, and were told we’d be summoned when breakfast was ready.
Surprise! Breakfast was delivered to the room half an hour later by Mom.
Penny and I were still in a playful mood, and hadn’t gotten down to business yet.
A tray was set before us with two bacon and egg sandwiches, and some OJ. “Light breakfast. We’re having burgers and home-made fries for lunch,” Mom explained.
Penny sat Indian style, opening her sandwich and snagging a piece of bacon. “You didn’t have to do this. We could have come down.”
“Too much crazy drama around here. You two haven’t had near enough time together.”
I was starved and took a bite, thanking her in mid-chew.
“You kids need anything else?” she asked.
We looked at each other, and shook our heads. “This is perfect,” I said, during the brief period my mouth was empty. “Give me a shout if you need me to man the grill.”
Mom shook her head. “I think we’re going to try to get Colin to work it.”
I got the shivers, remembering the last time he’d been grill-master. Mom grinned. “Your father will oversee him.”
She closed the door on the way out. Penny giggled.
“What?”
“C’mon. You have to admit it’s kind of weird. Your mother serving us breakfast in bed so we can fool around.”
I shrugged. “Alright. A little. I’m not complaining.”
“Me either.”
We polished off our sandwiches, and put the tray on the floor. Penny smiled and laid back in the bed, waiting patiently. I joined her a moment later, while we cuddled and kissed, talking about mundane things, a steering wheel cover for her car, signing up for classes, our favorite movies of the summer, best pizza place, that kind of stuff. She had her phone with her, and every few minutes she’d get a text coming in, and while she replied, I’d play with her body. She wasn’t normally a slave to her phone, and I commented as much.
“Everyone wants to see the car. They want pictures, a ride. Some even want to know how my love life is doing,” she teased.
“It might do better without the phone,” I reminded her.
“That a promise?”
“Guaranteed.”
She turned off the ringer. “I’m all yours. This better be worth it.”
It wasn’t at first. We had a hell of a time getting started, and I had to search around the floor to find the lube. With the added assistance it provided, we managed penetration, and slowly worked our way up to actual sex.
She was grunting, as I worked her with all but a couple of inches. “I… forget…” she groaned.
She didn’t appear to be enjoying it much, so I stopped, holding myself inside her, and started up a kissing marathon, including as much as I could remember from the latest Aunt Marie experience. She slowly relaxed, and I found myself stroking into her gently, while kissing.
“Better?” I whispered.
“Mmmhmmm,” she sighed.
The first one was Ok. I didn’t get her off, and we didn’t move around a lot. I laid on top of her, and we made slow love. Lots of kissing and touching. It took a pretty long time, not surprising since I’d already gone off twice that morning. She was in a loving mood, quiet, intense. She seemed to take me with her, I gazed into her eyes, feeling a closeness that I sometimes forget when I wasn’t with her. “Love you,” I whispered.
She smiled for me. “I know. I love you too.”
Coming inside her was a lot like the loving. Nothing crazy, I pushed in all the way, held still, and unloaded deep inside her, staring into her eyes. “I… I feel you coming,” she whispered.
I kissed her lips. “You and I need to do this a lot more.”
She nodded, grinning for me. She pulled me close and hugged me tight. “Hold me, Jeremy.”
I did until I felt myself shrinking, popping out of her, earning another sweet giggle. “Messy boy,” she whispered.
I rose up on my arms. “I need a shower.”
She nodded again, “No kidding.”
My teeth got a long overdue brushing. In the shower she wanted to shave me. My face, that is. She tilted my head around, and used half a can of shaving cream, but she got the job done. She rubbed her cheek against mine. “So much better. Wanna go again?”
Back in bed we had a little oral play, and when she got me up again, it was better. Lots better. I fit inside her easily, and we tried out different things. Doggy, sideways, legs pressed backward. Her on top. She liked that last one, and rode me like a mad woman, getting off a few times, a couple real loudly. She’d blush afterward, hands on my chest, breathing hard, her pretty blonde hair hanging over her face.
The second time she tried to shatter my eardrums. She shook her hair out, tossing it behind her with a shake of her head. “I should have tied it back,” she laughed.
“No. I love it like that. So wild, and untamed.”
“Me or the hair?”
I guess four times was a little much. I was having a hard time coming. Not that I wasn’t having a blast trying. When she begged off me, I put her on her hands and knees again. She was easily taking my entire length, and I started getting a little rougher with her, fucking her hard, smacking her butt, tugging her hair a little. Got another nice little come out of her, which left her on her belly, with me straddling her legs. I laid on top of her, holding her wrists in my hand, over her head. She was whimpering so prettily, my head next to hers, my hips driving into her endlessly. “I’m going to fuck you forever, gorgeous girl. Forever.”
There was something about it, the way she was completely helpless, my weight pinning her down, hands immobilized. I felt powerful, and could sense her total submission to my needs. I liked it. A lot.
She was shaking, and a wave of small orgasms seemed to take over. “Oh God,” she gasped, holding her breath, trembling, until it would pass, only to cry out again only a few seconds later.
“Come for me, Penny,” I whispered, nibbling her ear, her neck, tucking my head in and pounding a little harder for a while, before getting my next little reward from her.