“Might be worth chatting to them together. They’re old enough to date and won’t do anything stupid.”
“Guess the idea of a transgirl is off the table,” Cindy added, “Though maybe he’ll just nurse a little crush on his parents’ girlfriends.”
“Nothing more than that!” Megan exclaimed, giggling to herself, “This is not Alabama.”
“Roll tide!” I shouted, to the amusement of everyone.
Greg and Emily looked our way and I gestured for them to come join us. Both of them were blushing by the time they grabbed their towels and sat next to his mother. I think we surprised them when we said, if they wanted to date, to just be careful, but as long as her parents didn’t mind, we were not going to stop them. They were still young anyway, so would simply be ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’, doing things like holding hands, maybe some kissing, but it would all be innocent. Megan and I insisted it would remain that too until they were eighteen. But it was obvious the pair liked each other, Emily immediately taking his hand in hers.
“Thank you, Uncle Mark, Auntie Megan,” she said softly, “And we’ll be good. We need to finish school and everything, but we really like each other.”
“Greg?” I wondered. He simply nodded his head, I think a little shy, if not embarrassed. “Okay, we’ve had our little speech, but might be worth talking to your mother and father, Emily. Just give them a heads up that you’d like to date. You’re not doing anything wrong, but just be careful who you tell.”
Natalie’s friends were all picked up first before we departed. James and Rebecca had a quiet word in my ear, thanking me for talking to our kids about any possible relationship. I was relieved that they had no problem with it either, just warning the kids, like we’d done, that it could prove a little problematic, but if they did really like each other, they’d have all our support.
Megan and Caroline took the kids home as I needed to drive Laura and Stephanie back to their place, promising Natalie and Greg that Cindy and I would be around in the morning. There were hugs all around before we left, her parents thanking me for inviting them and her, and my parents hugging Megan and Caroline, wishing them the best and asking that I invite them for another gathering soon. After all the bitterness, it was nice to see it was now being left in the past.
“Want to come in for a drink?” Stephanie asked when arriving at their place.
“I could do with a glass or two of wine before bed,” Laura added.
I stuck to diet soda as the three women opened a bottle of wine, Cindy snuggling into me as I listened to them chat. What was immediate to me is how much they loved Natalie already, and while they’d only met Greg once or twice, they considered him a chip of the old block, which I could only take as a compliment. Laura only had a glass before she was dozing off, so she headed off to bed, leaving Stephanie to join Cindy and I on the lounge.
Opening a second bottle, both were starting to get a little drunk, giggling away as they shared stories from before I met Cindy. The love and affection between the siblings was beautiful to see, though. Stephanie was her biggest supporter, helping her from an early age through all her issues. Cindy simply adored her older sister in return. The deep love shared between the siblings was obvious.
“You know, I should be jealous, Cindy. You’ve got a wonderful man on your arm, who is on the verge of proposing. You have a soon to be step-daughter who clearly loves you, and a step-son who, let’s be honest, more than likely thinks you’re hot.”
“Well, he’s not wrong,” I said.
Stephanie sighed. “It just reminds me that I’m thirty years old. Divorced, with very few decent prospects. The last few dates I’ve had have been god awful. I’m just about ready to give up. Problem is, doing that means…” Cindy took her hand. “I’m only thirty, Cindy. I can still have children but… you know… I need a man for that.”
“You’ll find someone, Steph. You’re a great catch.”
“Since I’m feeling drunk, can I admit something, Cindy?”
“Sure.”
“Know how I told you I watched your show once?”
“Yeah.”
“I used to watch you all the time.”
My head turned so quickly, I’m surprised it didn’t snap off my neck and roll away. “Say what now?” I asked.
Stephanie blushed brightly. “You’ve always been the bravest of anyone I know, Cindy. And you’ve always been my beautiful little sister. When you told us what you intended to do, I’ll admit, I only watched the first time out of pure curiosity. Curiosity turned to… Your show was fucking hot, Cindy. Watching you masturbate was far more of a thrill than I thought it would be. That first time I, um, got so wet. I mean wetter than I had in my life. Best orgasm until then too.”
“And you watched me again?” Cindy asked softly.
“At least once a week, Cindy. I couldn’t help it. You were beautiful and oh so naughty at the same time.”
“What sort of show did you like best?”
“When you used toys on yourself. I imagined I could be using a strap on you during those times.” Stephanie knocked back her glass of wine. “Fuck it, I’m drunk, but I figure what’s the harm. I think my little sister is a fucking hottie and I’m glad you’re happy and building a life with Mark. I really am. But it just reminds me how lonely and pathetic…” Cindy hugged her sister tightly and I hugged them both. “Sorry,” Stephanie mumbled, hearing her sniffles at the same time, “I’m not suggesting anything, Cindy. Please don’t think that. It was just something I did that was as naughty as what you were doing.”
“I find the idea of my big sister masturbating to my show a turn on,” Cindy whispered.
“Alabama,” I whispered, the three of us chuckling.
“You’re not freaked out?” Stephanie wondered.
“Not at all. You watched me, enjoyed the show, and we both had an orgasm. The only thing that would concern me is if you wanted, you know, real physical intimacy.” She paused before adding, “I mean, if you wanted, we could have a threesome with Mark.”
“What?” I asked, my voice going up an octave.
“I love my sister, Mark, and I think she needs to be loved. Not tonight, we’re both drunk.”
“Definitely need some dick, Cindy,” Stephanie murmured, before she slumped against her sister. “I’m really drunk and going to regret all this in the morning.”
“I won’t. I love you so much, Stephanie. You’ve been by my side all my life. The fact you used to enjoy my shows fills me with pride.”
Stephanie was ready to pass out. She was even smaller than Cindy, so I managed to pick her up in my arms and carry her to bed, Cindy helping pull back the sheets before I sat Stephanie down, helping her taking off shoes and everything else down to her underwear. She met my eyes and smirked. “Fuck, you’re handsome,” she slurred, “I’d take you to bed in a heartbeat. I know my little Cinderella would love to join in too.”
“Thanks.”
“You love my sister?”
“More than anything.”
“Good. I love her too. She’s so precious. Wonderful. She deserves everything, and she needs a good man in her life.”
Soon as her head hit the pillow, she was snoring within a few seconds. Cindy kissed her forehead, whispered that she loved her, before taking my hand, leading me back to the living room. I had to ask, “So, is that your sister admitting some unusual feelings or…?”
“She’s drunk, horny and I think rather lonely, Mark,” Cindy replied before I noticed her wiping her eyes. “I hate seeing her so sad,” she whispered as I cuddled her, not surprised she was left a little upset. “I just want her to be as happy as I am. Even Mum is in a good place despite what happened with my father.”
“I need to see one of these shows you put on.”
Cindy giggled. “You don’t find it weird?”
“Nah, it’s not like you were being intimate with each other. Sure, I think many would find it weird, but you didn’t know until now, and she never told you until now. It was fantasy.”
“We’ll watch one when we get home, handsome.”
“Don’t want to stay here and talk to her in the morning?”
“No, she’s going to have a horrific hangover and probably be embarrassed to hell, if she even remembers. I’ll shoot her a message in the morning for her to visit this week.”
Cindy held my hand all the way home as always. Once we were inside, Cindy told me to strip off as she made us both a drink. Bringing her laptop and placing it on the glass table, she connected the laptop to the TV, going through her files and choosing one of her recorded shows. It was obviously her bedroom at her old home. She was wearing something to cover her mouth and nose, though I recognised the eyes immediately.
She hadn’t had a boob job though she did have small bumps on her chest. And I recognised the cock immediately. “Can I stroke your cock, baby?” she asked me.
“Of course.”
I felt her hot breath in my ear. “Enjoy the show, baby. It’ll last an hour before I just explode. I’m going to lube up your cock and make you last just as long. I’ll swallow every drop when you’re ready.”
I was aroused the entire hour. Easily aroused. Cindy was as hot then as she was now. She’d chosen a show where she ended up fucking herself something silly with quite the dildo. Her cock remained absolutely rock hard the entire time, mesmerised by how quickly she’d pump her cock and then stop, obviously stopping before she had an orgasm. Her language was utterly filthy, Cindy next to me being as suggestive as I’d ever heard her.
Think I was feeling light headed at times as Cindy kept me rock hard the entire time, lubing up my cock and alternating between stroking me slowly and quickly. Made me whimper more than once as I was soon delirious with desire to climax. But Cindy kept my orgasm at bay until she was ready to orgasm on the screen. She came just as hard then as she does with me now. And it took her all of fifteen seconds after swallowing my cock before I filled her mouth and throat with a load of my cum.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, barely able to remain sitting up, my entire body like jelly.
“Did you like my show, baby?”
“I loved it, sweetheart. And now I can feel smug, knowing that so many would have watched that, dying to be with you, yet you are by my side right now.” Kissing her softly, I added, “I think one good turn deserves another, right?”
“Want my cum, baby?”
“God yes.”
“Well,” she glanced down, as did I, noticing she was almost achingly hard, pre-cum oozing from the head of her cock, “I think I’ll be climaxing within a couple of minutes.”
She wasn’t wrong. I’d barely taken her cock in my mouth before she was moaning in a way I recognised rather well. She left me in control, and she lasted barely five minutes before I was rewarded with more than a couple of mouthfuls of her delicious cum. Any ideas about making love ended there and then as we were both exhausted after a very long day.
Managing to drag ourselves to the shower, Cindy was surprisingly even more tired than I was, drying her off before easily picking her up in my arms. Resting her down on the bed, she immediately snuggled into my side, hearing her whisper words of love before she quickly drifted off to sleep.