I don’t know how long we kept that up. It seemed like forever, although it couldn’t have been more than 10 or 15 minutes. Long enough for her to build up to a big one, crying, squirming underneath me, thrusting her ass back against my strokes. I pulled her arms forward, clenching her wrists tightly. My legs were outside hers, knees bent, ankles over the inside of her knees, pinning her legs down. I bit down on her neck and she gasped. “Oh God, oh no, no, oh noooo,” she whined before screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.
She was panting hard after that one, and I slowed down, nice easy short strokes. I took my time releasing her, moving my legs outward, letting go of her wrists, rubbing them gently. I kissed her new bite-mark, but kept moving inside her. I never wanted to stop. Never.
Aunt Marie sat down on the bed next to us. “Let the poor girl up, Jeremy. You’re killing her.”
Penny turned her head, her breath heaving, looking at my Aunt. “Save me,” she pleaded, then giggled.
I pulled out of her, giving up on getting off any time soon. I scooted down next to her, and pulled her into my arms, spooning, facing my Aunt.
“Knock much?” I teased.
“Over and over,” Aunt Marie said. “I guess you two were distracted. Lunch is almost ready you little heathens.” Funny, that was Mom’s name for us too, when she walked in on us.
Penny was still catching her breath. “Emma says a guy normally comes in just a coupla minutes. Is that true?”
Aunt Marie laid down facing us, pulling back Penny’s hair. “All guys are different. Some have real short fuses, most of the better ones are good for about 5 to 10 minutes.”
“Jeremy’s a freak, isn’t he?”
Aunt Marie was stroking her shoulder. “Not so unusual. He’s young, sometimes that’s good, sometimes bad. A lot of times that means no stamina, but great recovery. By the third or fourth time, they can last longer. Jeremy seems to be like that. Each one taking longer.”
“I couldn’t come,” I explained.
Aunt Marie chuckled. “I can believe that. Give it a break. A couple of hours from now, you’ll probably be back to normal.”
“Put on something,” she said climbing off the bed. “The burgers were already on the grill when I came up to get you guys.”
Aunt Marie was wearing another braless, tied-off halter, and painted on shorts. She was going barefoot. “We’re dressing casual,” she said, giving me a wink.
Penny put on her panties, and one of my t-shirts. She insisted on brushing her hair before seeing anybody. Loose shorts and a tee was good enough for me. She grabbed her phone and was already answering the text messages she’d missed, as we headed down the stairs.
“Thank God,” Dad said. “I thought for sure you’d killed her this time.”
Penny blushed, walked up to him and put her arm around his neck, tugging his head down for a kiss. “Thanks for rushing to my rescue, Daddy,” she teased.
The six of us ate outside, and I thought that Colin’s eyes were going to fall out, the way he kept looking back and forth at all our girls. Mom was wearing her white yoga pants, which were not quite as bad as the teal ones. She had on a t-shirt that must have been two sizes too small. It didn’t even reach her belly button, and every little bump of her breasts was easily visible.
The burgers were good. Thick, still juicy, charred outside. “Good,” I said, halfway into my second one. Colin seemed inordinately proud of the praise. I guess he should be. His last foray into grilling almost killed us.
“Breath between burgers, baby,” Mom admonished me.
She had to get up twice to bring new servings of the french fries. It was a great lunch. With an incredible view. Hot MILFs and a babe.
Penny pouted. “I feel so overdressed.” She made a point of looking at Mom and Marie’s outfits to make sure we’d get the point. I laughed.
The girls had all finished eating, nibbling on the occasional fry. Dad and I were splitting the last burger. Aunt Marie stood and took Penny by the hand. “Come on. Let’s get you prettified.”
I leaned back in my chair, sipping a beer, wondering if life could get much better. “What time’d you get in, Colin?” I asked.
“Uh, I think sometime around 2:00.” He sounded like he was fudging.
I looked over at Dad. “More like 3:00 I think. You would have tarred and feathered me for that.”
“Not my say,” he answered. “But if he keeps staying here, he’ll sure as hell be calling if he’s out after one.” He turned to face Colin. “Won’t you?”
“Yes sir,” Colin nodded. I guess they’d already had this conversation. Once again I was struck by how similar it was to me and Dad a couple of years earlier, when I started dating seriously. All of a sudden I felt bad for Colin, never having what Dad and I did. The guidance and camaraderie. Aunt Marie’s musical-husbands had shortchanged my cousin.
Mom was picking up the paper plates and plastic cups. Easy cleanup. Colin offered to help, but Mom shooed him off. “No, you boys relax. I’m almost done, anyway. I just need to take care of the fryer.”
“How’s your love life, Colin?” I asked, when Mom had left.
He smirked. “Got me a blowjob.”
Dad chuckled. “Good for you. Sounds like you liked it!”
He nodded, grinning ear-to-ear.
“Kelly?”
He looked at me like I was nuts. “Of course. I’m not dating anyone else.”
“Of course not. Forget I even asked. Did you get to return the favor?” I asked.
“Return it?”
“Go down on her.”
He shook his head. “No way.”
“No way, she wouldn’t let you? Or no way, Ewww?” Dad asked.
“That’s kind of gross, isn’t it?”
Dad and I looked at each other, we smiled, and started laughing. “You wanna handle this?” he asked me.
“No way. I’m tellin’ the moms.”
Colin sat up. “No, you can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“They’ll give me a hard time. They tease me about everything I do.”