The Interlude: Some Neighborly Vice

Easing off my throaty Kegel procedure to savor his forbidden fruit, my mouth morphed into a 5 horse powered Hoover. Locking my eyes on his frozen, awed expression, I lightly massaged his balls. My other hand swam around his waist to edge a few fingers down his firm asscrack. It was certain by this point, he had no concept of what was happening. Trying his damndest to ride my erotic tidal wave, he was totally at my mercy, and I was having NONE.

Sucking his fading erection, I wasn't about to feel complete until I had utterly drained him of every last drop of man gravy. Lightly probing his ass hole, I eased one, then two fingers inside, while my cheeks thinned and expanded around the poor boy's young hose. His entire standing body raised to somehow escape my surprise rectal exam. Still, as his body shuddered in discomfort, he was obviously committed to my oral pleasuring. Leaning forward again, his hands found my head for support, as my lubed fingers probed further.

"HO-LY JUM-PING SHITT WOMAN! What the FUCK are you doing?" He nearly screamed, as my fingers found his smooth prostate. Whipping his rejuvenated tool from my mouth, I issued one final command.

"Okay Fucker! Give it up! I want it ALL, and I want it NOW!" I yelled back, as my tight grip on his dipping cock turned into a blur. Gently maintaining a steady stroke on his internal power plant, I licked both of his balls, before consuming his slippery log for one final surge.

Suddenly, like stepping from one rather dismal dimension into a universe of unexpected rapture, Zach virtually erupted, in a literal and physical sense. While a thin, clear stream of sweet juice slid like precum into my mouth, his pelvis finally relaxed. "Oh my God in heaven, I've never -- never..."

"Well now you have," I corrected him; withdrew my fingers; and leaned back in bed.

Zach balanced himself precariously on spaghetti legs, while I seductively unhooked and lowered my Daisy Dukes. Flipping my stained shorts off and away, I took turns running my hands from my chest; around my globes; down my equally deep-tanned torso, to tease my slight blonde bush. "Okay Darlin' I DO believe I'm more than ready for you," I shot him my sweetest, sexiest smile.

Standing speechless and numb like some forlorn cowboy with a dead horse, his eyes relit at seeing the entirety of me for the first time. "Come here Baby; let's get that soldier back to attention. Hmm, whatcha say?"

"I... I don't think," he stammered gazing down at the dejected soldier.

"Don't have to think Darlin'; here let me suck that wonderful cock," I urged, knowing full well, this date was over.

"You really ARE a ball-buster, aren't you Barb?" He decided, keeping a safe distance from me.

"But a well-stacked, sweet-pussied, fine round-assed ball-buster; wouldn't ya agree," I snickered, flipping myself over to tease him with my elevated ass. "Why Zach what's a matter, did I suck all that young hot cum from your horny little bod?"

"You KNOW you did! I'll probably never be able to get it up again, after THAT!" He stated, reaching down for his discarded clothes.

"So, you're just gonna leave me all hot and bothered like this?" Offering him my southern exposure, I continued to please myself.

"As much as I hate to; I'm afraid I'll have to take a rain check," the boy pulled his khakis,

Slithering back around and up to my knees, I made sure to accentuate my jugs. "So, is it supposed to rain tomorrow? I was hoping we could resume our discussion about making movies," I pouted. (And what is it with these Ames men and rain checks?)

"Movies? Oh yeah!" He smiled, grabbing his Nikon.

Tossing back my long locks, I leaned back to tease his camera lens. Propping my side with one hand, I tugged and toyed an extended boob with the other. That distinctive Nikon shutter was my reward. "You made it sound like you might have access to a movie camera," I reminded him.

"Yeah well, my Dad has one of those new surveillance video cams. He got it for the lumberyard, but I think he must still be learning about it."

"Maybe I should let your Dad surveil ME with it -- HA!" I winked, before sliding a few fingers between my thighs for a quick dip.

"He would love that, for sure!" His son's still camera snapped away.

"I was just joking, Silly!" Throwing my head back.

"Speaking of dear ole Dad, I suppose I should really be heading home," Zach shrugged, letting his expensive SLR drop to his side.

"Oh okay Zach; if you've gotta go," I scurried to my feet to give him one final incentive. "We WILL have a fun weekend, right?" I whispered in his ear. Letting my lubricated finger tease his lips, I watched him slowly inhale the scent of my fresh pussy.

"Damn, don't get me started. Yes, I WILL see you tomorrow," he said firmly. Letting my finger part his lips for a treat, I tongued his ear until he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Tomorrow then, Sweetheart," I exhaled and gave his package a parting squeeze. [Always leave them wanting more.]

The minute I heard the door slam my brain went into overdrive. Perhaps there was a way to kill two birds with one well-placed stone. If I could somehow worm my way back inside the Ames' house, I would have little trouble seducing dear old Dad. If I could coerce him into using his so-called surveillance camera; then I'd have all the ammunition necessary to provide evidence for his bitchy wife, Sherry, and maybe have enough left over to convince my hubby he should get his wayward tail back home. The devil's in the details as they say, but opportunity is everything!

Storm Warnings +++++

Unpredicted storm clouds formed to the west of us that evening. The current drought of the past few months made an approaching thunderstorm an answer to the town's multitude of prayers. Equally welcome (eventually) was my surprise visitor later that night.

As exciting as the day had already been; the delightful anticipation of what tomorrow might hold, had me in a euphoric state. Thunder cracked even closer, as I finished my shower. Foregoing my normal routine of dressing for bed, I decided instead to treat myself to some self gratification. A white streak of lightning filled my candle-lit bedroom for several long seconds, as I snuggled into my comfy mattress. It didn't take long for my mind's eye to fill with visions of fucking young Zach; then his father; then both together. I had my trusty *Hank's Crank working at a feverish pace, as the sky opened up. There's nothing so exhilarating as masturbating in a torrential rainstorm. I was well on my way to treating myself to an encore orgasm, when the front doorbell rudely interrupted.

"SHIT, who the hell would be out on such a night!" I voiced, as I threw on my bathrobe. Stumbling over the matching velour belt, I cinched up, flicked on the upper hall lights and made my way downstairs. Parting the lace edge of the door shams, I took a peek. "No...it can't be HER!" Grasping the collar of her hooded half-coat to fight off the down pour, I couldn't quite make out her face. However those ever-shapely legs were unmistakable. It had been four years, but there she was--suddenly on my front porch. I flashed on the lamp and whipped open the door.

"Sis... is that YOU?"

"Yeah, it's me; please don't be pissed," her eyes begged from under the hood nearly covering her face.

"I'm not mad at you; here get in out of this crap. Do you believe all this rain? It just seemed to come out of nowhere," I added, holding the door open for her.

"Thanks Barb. Yeah, I'm sure you never expected to see ME on your front step either?" She said, uncovering her hood.

"Well, I must admit, you certainly weren't on my short list of expected visitors. It IS kinda late, is there something wrong?" I asked, watching her still perfect honey blonde locks just a trifle kinky from the instant humidity. "God, maybe that's a sign; maybe she IS human!"

"No, no nothing's wrong... well, let's just say there's no emergency or anything."

"Well, come on inside. Let me take your coat; you must be drenched to the bone," I offered.

"Ah no, that's okay. I was in kind of a rush, so I just threw this on. I'm okay, really," her eyes inferred there was definitely something important enough for such an impromptu appearance. "I don't want to get your stuff all wet. Besides, I just came to ask you something; and then I'm outta here."

"Okay, if you like. What's on your mind?"

She stared straight ahead, focusing her brain on an obviously rehearsed statement. "I know I'm hardly in a position to ask any favors, but I've heard you and your husband are separated..."

Crossing my arms and searching her expression for sincerity, I nodded.

"Anyway, the thing is... this is gonna sound weird, but would you ever consider screwing my Dad? I mean, he and my Mom, they're not... Oh never mind that, he just really needs to get laid... and I can't..." all her rehearsed lines tumbled out in exactly the wrong way. Her side glance spoke of desperation, as she started to melt under the weight of her dilemma.

Her request set me back on my heels. "Sis, you just come over here and sit down. I'm gonna grab you a towel. This is something that needs a bit of clarification, don't you think?" I asked, ushering her into the front room.

"But I don't want to get your stuff wet," she started, when I literally led her.

"Don't be silly now. A little rain water won't ruin anything in this house," I explained, as she reluctantly sat down on the sofa. I scurried off to the bathroom to retrieve few soft towels.

"Okay now, take a few big breaths and start from the beginning," I advised, while she slowly peeled off her tight, soaked half coat to reveal a cute little baby doll nightgown.

"Well, I suppose it all started after that pool party, ya know," she started and handed me her soaked coat. I nodded and took a long stare at her obvious boob job. (She must have paid the big bucks for those suckers--they looked great!)

"Which, by the way, I can't apologize enough for; God what an awful shit I was," she lowered and shook her head in remorse.

"Don't be silly. I thought you and Bill we're rather cute. Now, your mother... that's another story," I winced, as I joined her on the couch.

"I'm SO glad you're not pissed. I was so young, stupid, and very jealous back then."

"Hey, we all do crazy things when we're young. Now go on; will you join me in a beer?" I asked getting to my feet. She nodded.

"Anyway, after that, Sherry--I mean, Mom-- just couldn't let it pass. She was on Dad constantly; accusing him for all kinds of shit. Then came the silence. The two of them, ya know," the volume of her voice increased, as I went off to the kitchen.

"Yeah... the silent treatment. I am familiar with THAT technique," I echoed from the refrigerator.

"That lasted for almost a year I think, before Dad couldn't handle it anymore. The two of them would go into rages. I mean like you wouldn't believe, Barb. It was horrible!" Her eyes puffed up and I could tell she was on the brink of losing it totally.

"I know. I know how bad it can get, Sweetheart," I said, running my hand around her shoulder for comfort. This was hardly the Sis I was ever acquainted with. How frail and weak she was. I confided with her just enough about Donny and my shaken relationship to relate to her circumstance.

A box of Kleenex soon put out any immediate gushers, as she continued. "The second silent period came next, and that's about where we are now. Dad pretty much keeps to himself, drinking himself silly and doing his "yard" thing, while Mom spends plenty of time out shopping or doing who knows what, or WHOM."

"So you think she could be cheating on him?"

"Don't know that for sure, but she is gone quite a bit."

"This has been hell for you and Zach hasn't it?"

"I can't really speak for Zach. He's going through that whole high school/college transition thing. Hell, YOU probably know how he's doing better than I," she winked.

"What makes you think I..." I started.

"Barb, I've SEEN the photos. Why do ya think I'm over here in my nightgown?"

"Oh..." I manufactured a quick blush.

"Once I saw you in those pictures in his darkroom, I knew you'd be the perfect answer to... to my problem," Sis cracked her first smile.

"So, this thing is your problem, I thought it was Bill's problem?" I inferred, while she silently worked up another confession.

"Okay, you know I've had a thing for Bill for a long time, right? Sorry, but I, I love him. I like being Daddy's little girl. I only wish..."

"You wish you could share even more with him, right? Yep, I pretty much figured that's why all the jealousy, the skimpy bikinis, and the new boob job?" I surprised her with my attention to detail.

"Wow, I wish it was that obvious to Daddy. I think he thinks I'm a fucking lesbian, or some shit."

"I can't imagine where he would get that idea!" I laughed, recalling how she went down on me four years ago.

"Hey, I thought ALL guys were turned on by chicks makin' out. What the hell do I know?"

"Most of them are actually," I said, stretching back into the opposite corner of the couch.

"Well, that's definitely not a lifestyle I could ever commit to," she stated, and finally relaxed back against her side of our long, leather sofa.

"Know what ya mean; hard to beat a nice hard cock or two, so to speak," I smiled and crossed my legs at the ankles.

"Yeah, REALLY!"

"That's not to say there's nothing redeeming about being with another woman. I know one thing. If you were ever inclined to go that "route" you'd be a natural. I mean, from what I recall, you were DAMN good at it!" My eyes rolled slightly, before releasing a long exhale.

"Well thanks Barb... I guess? I never thought I was doing THAT right either. The whole idea was to get my Dad turned on, and it never tripped his trigger."

"That's a shame. You certainly appeared to me to have quite a knack for it. And now, with your added attributes... well, let's just say it's kinda like extra frosting on an already incredible cake!"

"You're so sweet to say that. Yeah, I think I'll keep 'em; might come in handy," Sis's first real smile widened, as her hands cupped and shook her silicone tits. "But look at YOU! Having that baby didn't hurt you a bit, did it? Looking at my brother's shots of you, I'd say you're even bigger up top than before."

"As a matter of fact, yep they are. Hell, I'm not complaining; I admit it; I like having more than a mouthful," I shook my hair back.

"Neither is Zach. Just what the hell did you do to that poor boy, anyway?" Sis asked, scooting closer.

"Whatever can you mean? It was just some fun modeling--maybe a little R-rated--but mostly for fun," I quipped.

"Look, the photos show you gave him a blowjob. It must have been one HELL of a blowjob!"

"What? Just your average, normal, everyday cum-sucking-until-you're-completely-drained blowjob; that's all," I offered. Sis laughed hysterically, as my hand unconsciously reached for her exposed knee. "Hell, I didn't do any more than your average sex-starved, voluptuous, separated, big-boobed blonde wouldn't have done in my shoes," I dryly delivered, as she roared with laughter.

"I like you Barb; you're so funny," she said, trying to catch her breath.

"Except I wasn't wearing shoes," I added.

"God, stop it, you'll have me in tears!" the sexy young sister cried.

"Here, here now, I didn't mean to make you cry," I had her lean back. Bringing myself close enough to wipe away her tears of released emotions, I added, "I like you too, Sis."

The mood suddenly changed from commiserating to a more calculated appreciation for each other. Feeling her smooth little hand on my cheek, I continued to stare into her mascara-smeared eyes. We were at once comfortable being so close, but you could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"So there's a chance you and Bill... I mean you could take care of him for me?" She breathed into my face.

"Sure, but wouldn't it be more fun for both of us to fuck him," I whispered and let my hand slide up her bare arm.

"Uh huh; that would be..." she started, while her hands slid inside the collar on my plush robe.

"Delicious, right?" I nodded. Catching one last glance into her eyes, I leaned in to pepper her shoulder with tiny kisses. Running her fingers further inside the collar, she opened it to uncover my shoulders.

"It might mean having to somehow convince him," I added, pulling her gown straps down.

"Do you think you can convince him?" Sis asked.

"Darlin' given enough time, I can convince most anyone into anything," I backed away enough to lightly insert a finger between her lips.

"I think maybe you could," the girl held on to my forearms, pulling me with her as she slowly laid down on the couch.

"Maybe? There's no maybe about it," I demanded.

Easing up on her grasp, her hand slid down my wrists and released. I stood over her out-stretched body, while she began a sensual striptease. Lowering my robe, I let it fall to the floor. She took her time pulling the short yellow nightgown up and over her head. God, she truly was a striking beauty from head to toe, running my hands up and down my own finely tanned and toned torso. Taking in her new chest and slender abdomen, my eyes must have grown to the size of silver dollars when she peeled her panties off.

"My God Sis, you're bald!" I couldn't help but remark at seeing her shaven pussy.

"Sorry, is it weird? I thought maybe if he saw me like this..."

"Going for the virgin look, huh?" I smiled and slid onto the couch.

"It's not too desperate is it?" She asked.

"Oh, I don't think so. Just kinda caught me by surprise," I smiled and ran my hands up her thighs. Pulling one of those petite legs up by the ankle, I caressed her calf up to her thigh before laying it neatly hanging over the couch. "Do you know how long I've waited to return a certain favor, hmm?" I asked rhetorically, as my face fell to her thighs.

Feeling her body tighten at my touch, I wondered just how often (if ever) she had been on the receiving end of her lesbian affairs. "Sorry, I'm not so used to..." she excused her nerves.

"Relax Baby, I think you'll enjoy this," I smiled, as my hand petted her bare mons.

We spent the majority of the next hour getting re-acquainted with each other on the couch. There was plenty to catch up on. I suggested she should stay the night. Little was said, as I led her upstairs and into our bed.

It wasn't long before I introduced her to *Hank's Crank, which she initially enjoyed. However, I think the whole sublimation concept was totally unexpected and mind-blowing for her. When 10-inches of rubberized Hank only left her begging for more and more, I adeptly answered with my fist and forearm to send her into a series of supreme orgasms. I couldn't help but assume that her regular female partner must be a completely greedy bitch; never even giving her a decent orgasm.

It must have been another hour or so later, after her delicious show of appreciation, that we finally slowed to a simmer. Propped up against the headboard, tempting each other in the afterglow, I poised a caveat to her plans. "Sis, you know our little plan for Daddy might require some tweaking," I noted.

"I'll do whatever you say, Barb." She oozed, running her tender hands over my shoulders.

"Even if it means having to make it with your brother?" I posed, letting my hand stroke her hair, as she nuzzled to my bosom for several licks and kisses.

"You say that like it could be a bad thing," her unblemished face turned to my weathered one. "I told you I'll do whatever and WHOever you say, okay?"

"Okay, that's a deal," I agreed.

We kissed and drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace. My bedside clock read 4:00AM when I awoke for a nature call. Sis had vanished.