Family Ties

She said you’re ‘self-contained,’ whatever that means.” She laughed softly. “Oh, and she really wants me to feed you more. She thinks you’re too thin.”

“What do you think?”

“I… think she might be right.”

I chuckled. “I know what you mean.”

“You can’t believe how hot you are either?” she teased.

“But they’re all small!”

“Small is fine. It’s the curves that count. Yours may be smaller and tighter, but you have ’em… in all the right places.”

“Thank you,” she said demurely. “But… I know one thing I need to change.

“My bush.” She shivered with eagerness. “I don’t know why I get so excited thinking about it, but I do. Like you said, it’s a sexual thing, one that I

“Oh my gosh, yes! I had so much fun at dinner last night. No one stared at me or made me feel uncomfortable or anything. And…” She lowered her eyes, and I suspected she was blushing. “I like looking at everyone else.”

“Yeah, that is fun. One of the fringe benefits.”

“Your family and Susan’s are all so attractive.”

“Some more than others,” I said facetiously.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Humble, you’re very attractive. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?”

“Where you’re concerned? Absolutely. Now… since we’re talking about my dick, let’s discuss where you want your first load of semen.”

“In my mouth?” she suggested helpfully.

“Good answer. How ’bout the second?”

“Hmm.” She pretended to think. “How about… oh, I dunno… in my mouth? And what about the third?”

I acted shocked. “Who said anything about a third?”

“Okay, you talked me into it.

“My favorite place,” she said.

She feigned surprise. “How’d you know?”

“Oh, a little birdy told me.”

“Mmm, a hungry little birdy. Hungry for your semen.”

“Oh… funny! Ha ha! I just got it. Yes, I wanna swallow your bird seed.

“Well, I’ll probably need to rest up after I feed you that much.”

“Oh, for sure. And what would you like to do while you’re resting?”

“You tell me,” I said.

“Maybe… lick me? Down there?”

“I’m sorry,” I teased, “you’re going to have to be more explicit.

“Fine.” She paused and let the anticipation build. “After you feed me your creamy… warm… yummy… seed, I want you to lick my… um…

pussy. Till I can’t stand it.”

I was happy to do just that.

Dad woke us a couple of hours later with a sharp knock on the door. The room was still dark, so I fumbled on the nightstand for my watch. He rapped again, louder and more insistent.

“Yeah,” I called.