Ann: A Love Story Ch. 94

"Well that's different."

"Not really," I laughed.

She stared at me thoughtfully for the longest time, her smile broadening. She seemed to relax as she leaned against the counter, her hands going to the countertop behind her. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I noticed that her nipples were suddenly poking into the thin white pullover she was wearing. "It's different this time, Neil," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because this is about your life...and Ann trusted me enough to tell me about it."

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Rebecca and I shot the breeze for a while in the kitchen. I cooked her some eggs and made her some toast as we talked quietly, the two of us sharing a carafe of coffee as we moved to the little dinette area of the great room. Gene was still captivated by the cartoons on the television, looking like a little kid. He was also thrilled that I was occupying his wife, taking the heat off of him for the time being. Meanwhile, she and I were having a pleasant conversation about all kinds of things. Well, it was mostly about sex.

She talked about what Ann had shared, and I gave her a few details of things that she didn't know. I didn't go into our entire relationship, but she was getting an idea of the bigger picture of us as a couple. She shared some of the things she'd done with Gene. It wasn't quite the things Ann and I had done, but they weren't exactly innocent when it came to the bedroom. Or out of the bedroom for that matter.

Rebecca was telling me about a time when she and Gene had fucked in a rain shelter on a golf course near their home. She had gone with him one evening to ride along in the cart and they got caught in a downpour far away from the clubhouse. While they waited out the storm, she said she decided to make the best of it, and the next thing Gene knew, she was removing her wet clothes, telling him he better hurry up and join her before she changed her mind.

That was one of several sexual escapades she described, all seemingly in an effort to show that she was serious about not saying anything about what Ann had told her about us. I guessed that she felt if she told me some of her own secrets, she'd show that she was trustworthy enough to keep ours. I listened, her eyes wild with excitement as she shared with me.

"That's the only one that was actually public, unless you count the time we did it in a dressing room in a store at the mall," she laughed.

"That counts. You had a chance of being caught. That's what makes it exciting, doesn't it?"

"Hmm, well in that case, there are a couple more that probably fall into that category. But we're not nearly as adventurous as you and Ann?"

"I'm guessing that few couples are, Sis. It's not a competition."

"You mean like last night," she laughed.

"Last night? I was alone."

"Not you silly. I'm talking about all the other things going on in the house last night. Didn't you hear all of that?"

"I guess not. What happened?"

She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was approaching, before turning back to me and whispering, "Maybe it's just because I'm so horny that I'm hearing sounds of sex in my brain, but I swear there was a lot of fucking going on last night."

"Really? All at once?" I asked, thinking about the night those same three couples in the back of the house seemed to be trying to outdo each other in their respective bedrooms. I'd started out listening for that very thing...on purpose. I wondered why I didn't hear anything at all.

She shook her head. "No...actually, it was like three or four different times. They'd start, and then I'd hear them again later. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm pretty sure I heard what I heard. That's one of the reasons I woke up so upset. First, I didn't get much sleep because I'm horny. Plus I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in this house that didn't have an orgasm last night."

I raised my hand, the sheepish grin on my face letting her know she wasn't alone. "I can't believe I didn't hear anything. I mean, something woke me up a couple of times, but I don't think it was sex."

Rebecca giggled and said, "Maybe you heard the spanking."

"The what?"

"That's what got my attention the first time."

"You heard...spanking."

"Obviously you did too. That had to be what woke you up, because a couple of them were really loud. Then they'd, you know...fuck."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know, Neil. I didn't go down the hall to look. I just know it happened, and it happened more than once."

"It had to be Paula," I said under my breath, a knowing smile appearing on my face.

"You think it was Paula? Why, is she into that kind of thing?"

"You're right," I backtracked. "Who's to say? It could have been anyone, really." I watched Rebecca studying me, trying to figure out why I'd mentioned Paula. I tried to disarm her by saying, "If you're thinking about me and Ann, the answer's yes...once or twice. You?"

"Me...what?

"Have you ever been spanked like that?"

"Once or twice," she grinned. "But not with Gene. It was a guy I dated before we met. I don't think Gene would do that."

"Is it something you liked?"

"Well, I'd say that it's something I've thought about as time has passed. I suppose knowing it's not going to happen kind of has me longing for it a little. So, I guess that's a yes."

"You don't sound so sure."

"Neil, like most marriages, we're in a bit of a rut. Yes, that intrigues me. Almost anything different gets me excited."

"Have you ever talked to Gene about any of this?"

"Jeez, Neil, I wouldn't know where to start."

I laughed and said, "What are you talking about? This is the longest conversation you and I have ever had, Rebecca, and it's all been about sex. Surely you can talk to Gene about it too, right?"

"I've tried, but sometimes he's deaf when it comes to the subject. That's why we're in a rut. Don't get me wrong. He loves me, and he loves sex, but he doesn't have your imagination."

"That's more Ann than it is me."

"I don't think that's true. You listen to her. If she came to you and said she was bored and wanted to try something new... something she found exciting, I know you'd at least listen."

"So he doesn't listen?"

"Not always. Not lately."

I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. In all the time I'd known her, I'd learned that she tended to exaggerate. She didn't lie, but the truth could be stretched from time to time, so I never knew just how to take her statements. But she was being serious this time, as I found out a few minutes later.

"What are you two talking about?" Gene asked. His voice was almost catatonic as he shuffled past us on the way to the kitchen with his bowl.

Rebecca winked at me and replied, "We're talking about sex. I was telling Neil how I want to be more adventurous, like him and Ann."

"That's nice," he said, making his way past us again. "I'm going to go take a shower before everyone gets up."

She raised her palms and shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'see what I mean.' Then her eyes flashed, along with the naughty grin that appeared. "Honey," she called out, "Do you mind if I show Neil what I'm talking about?"

Gene slowed down, looking over his shoulder, trying to process her question. But it was painfully clear he hadn't been paying attention to a word she'd said when he responded, "Uh, sure. Go ahead."

I chuckled, thinking it was funny. At least until he walked out of view down the hallway and Rebecca stood, coming over to take my hand. "Come on, Neil. You heard him."

"Come where? All I heard was that he really doesn't pay attention. Then again, he never did in the morning." Standing against my better judgment, she started pulling me around toward the small hallway that led to the dining room, with the living room where she slept being just around the corner from that. "Rebecca, what are you doing?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.

Continuing to pull on my arm, she grinned and said, "I want to have some fun, Neil. I told you...I want to be adventurous."

"With Gene, not with me."

"Don't worry. Gene said it was okay."

"Rebecca, you know damn well he has no clue what he just agreed to. Hell, I don't know what he agreed to, but I have a good idea."

"Relax. I said I was going to show you what we've been talking about. All you have to do is sit and watch," she winked. "Please?"

"I don't want to get Gene mad, Bec...today of all days. I don't need anything screwing up this day."

"I'm not going to screw up your day. I just want to start it off the way you deserve, and make it fun...for both of us. Now come with me, we don't have a lot of time."

For whatever reason, I found myself carrying my coffee mug, letting her lead me toward the living room. Well, I knew the reason. I was intrigued. What man wouldn't be? Still, I knew it wasn't something I should be doing, and I found myself stopping at the doorway between the dining and living rooms.

The sliding door that separated the living room from the foyer was pulled closed on the other side of the room, giving us some semblance of privacy. But I couldn't enter the room. Rebecca had sauntered over to the hide-a-bed, the covers strewn about from her restless night, at least on what I presumed was her side of the mattress. Turning to look at me, she was surprised I was still standing in the doorway.

Motioned for me to come into the room, she smiled, "Have a seat, Neil. It's going to be okay."

"I think I'd rather stand to be honest."

"Are...are you going to stay?" she asked nervously, the disappointment evident in her voice as her eyes begged me not to leave.

"For now...against my better judgment."

"What if you just walked in on me?"

"What?"

"It's no secret I'm frustrated about last night. You heard it through the wall. So I have to take care of myself while Gene's in the shower. All you did was hear something, and you came to check on me to see if I'm okay. It's not your fault I didn't close the door," she winked.

"I guess you were just a naughty girl this morning," I replied as I leaned against the door jamb, sipping my coffee.

"And you caught me," she giggled as she sat onto the thin mattress and scooted back, carefully removing her loose pajama bottoms in front of me.

Her expression was one of pure excitement, her eyes smoldering as she took a deep breath to calm herself. Her legs were still bent high at the knees, her feet blocking any view I might have had with the way her thighs and calves were pressed together. She had her arms wrapped around her shins, wiggling her toes as she stared at me with an impish grin on her face.

"Promise, no comments about my body, Neil," she finally said, as if she was coming to grips with what she was about to do.

"Not even to tell you how beautiful you are?"

She sucked in her breath, my words landing on her ears in a way that made her start to melt. Which made sense when she replied, "I am so wet right now. I don't think this is going to take long at all."

As she gradually parted her legs, I had a warm feeling come over me, and it wasn't from the bright sunshine that was coming through the white lace window coverings in the dining room behind me. Rebecca was sharing something with me, creating something we could hold as ours. Well, mostly ours. She knew going in that I'd tell Ann. That was part of the trust we'd talked about.

Still, there she was, slowly opening her thighs for me, her hand moving to her crotch to cover herself. The wicked smile on her face showed what she was feeling inside, her adventurous side coming to the surface as her feet slid farther and farther apart along the sheets. When she stopped, she held her hand still, hiding her pussy from me as she studied my reaction.

She closed her eyes took a deep breath, once again gathering the courage she needed. When she opened them, she looked at me with wonder, and said, "I want to do this Neil. Please don't judge me, okay?"

"Too late, Bec. I already know you're sexy. I'm just waiting to see how beautiful you are. Why don't you go ahead and show me?" I winked.

It probably wasn't what I was supposed to say, given that she was married to my brother. But it was what she needed to hear. She started beaming, slowly moving her arm, dragging her fingers through the folds of her very wet pussy as she exposed it to me.

She wasn't shaved, which actually surprised me. It had been a while since I'd seen a woman that didn't have her pussy bare. She didn't use a razor, but it wasn't like she didn't do any maintenance. In fact, she likely did it daily; the dark pubic hair was very closely cropped around her labia, as well as the neatly trimmed triangle of her mound.

My gasp was audible, making Rebecca smile wider as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them quickly. Before I could say anything, she lifted her shirt over top of her full, C-cup breasts, causing me to gasp again. Her areolas were large, yet fit her body so wonderfully, particularly in the way they framed her hard nipples.

"Can I tell you how beautiful you are now, or should I wait until you're glowing after you cum?"

Blushing, she leaned back on her hands, letting me admire her womanly curves. "Please, tell me now."

"You're breathtaking, Rebecca. I can't believe I didn't let myself see that before."

"What?" she said as she wrinkled her nose.

"Well I've obviously always known you were attractive. But you're Gene's wife. I never really allowed myself to see how hot you are."

"Now you know," she cooed, her hands moving to her breasts.

She sucked and licked each nipple, playing with her tits for a moment or two before letting them fall back to their natural position. I'm sure if we'd had more time, she would have liked to have spent it pleasuring her breasts, but that wasn't why we were there. She needed to cum, and from the way she was looking at me, she needed to cum soon.

The fingers of her left hand trailed down her body, running through the soft patch of pubic hair on the way to her wet slit. Sliding her middle finger back and forth through the folds of her labia, she eventually slipped it deep inside her hole, gasping as she started to jam it in and out. The moan she let out when she added her index finger made me tingle. It was low, coming from deep inside her chest, and it was sexy as hell.

Steadily increasing her pace as she went along, I remembered she was left handed. Seeing her wedding ring moving made me think of Ann, showing off her engagement ring for me when she'd play with herself. But Rebecca's movements were more graceful since she was using her dominant hand. Every once in a while, she'd pull her fingers out and start rubbing her clit, pressing hard as she wiggled her hand rapidly across it.

The entire time she masturbated for me, her eyes stared into mine, burning with desire. I could feel her, wanting me. I'm sure that was just the heat of the moment, but there was real heat. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, the areolas around her hard buds darkening as her chest became flushed with her growing excitement. When her nostrils began to flare, she closed her eyes and I knew she was getting closer.

She'd been propping up her torso with her right hand, but as her orgasm drew near, she fell onto her back. She raised her ass off the mattress, using her shoulders and feet to support her as she started rotating her hips into her hand, fucking her fingers as much as they were thrusting into her dripping cunt. Her soft moans became cries and whimpers, and I marveled at how much physical energy she was putting into it.

"My God, how amazing would she be in bed," I said to myself softly, taking another sip of my coffee.

"Pretty amazing," came a response from my left, just as quiet.

Shifting my eyes, I peered over the top of my mug to see my dad standing there watching Rebecca with me.

He gave me a quick glance, winking as he grinned before turning his optical attentions back to the bed. For whatever reason, it didn't bother me that he caught me, or that he was looking at his daughter-in-law in an entirely different way. Any other time in my life, I probably would have been mortified. But I was getting married in just a few hours to the most incredible woman on the planet. One that was more sexual than any woman I'd ever met, or would ever hope to meet.

Ann had set things in motion in my life to where all things seemed to have a sexual color to them. She'd done the same with many of the people she'd come into contact with, my parents included. That said, it was still a little surreal that I was standing next to my father, the two of us watching Rebecca bring herself to the brink of an incredible orgasm. What was even more bizarre was that he had started a conversation while he drank a cup of hot tea, like the two of us were sitting on the front porch watching the sunrise in the distance.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked, his eyes riveted to Rebecca's fingers.

I shrugged and said, "I heard a noise and just wanted to check to see if she was okay."

Watching the way she was humping into her hand, he asked, "Is she?"

"She will be in a minute."

It was less than that, actually. She brought her other hand to her mound and started frigging her clit with it while she fucked her pussy with her fingers, adding a third to her quivering hole. Soon after, she started shaking violently, her body ravaged by the waves of pleasure ripping though her. She was biting her lip, her eyes clamped tightly shut as she fought to hold in her screams while letting her orgasm happen.

In the middle of her climax, her body gave out, her ass plopping to the mattress as her legs dangled over the sides at the knees, her thighs still spread wide. Yet she continued her two-handed assault on her pussy.

"How long have you been here?" he wondered.

"I don't know, maybe ten minutes. She's so beautiful."

"Yes she is. So is Ann," he replied, probably thinking he needed to make sure my focus was where it needed to be, considering what I was going to be doing later in the day.

"You're right," I chuckled, "but I wasn't comparing. I just appreciate how gorgeous Rebecca is now, that's all."

"Okay, I can accept that. I just wanted to make sure your head's on straight today," he said as Rebecca's hands stopped moving.

She pulled them away, her fingers dripping as she rested the heels of her hands on her thighs. We could clearly see her pussy; the labia still splayed open to show off her wet, pink hole. Her breasts were heaving as she tried desperately to catch her breath, almost as frantically as she'd worked to make herself cum moments before.

"I saw Rebecca talking to Ann last night. They seemed to really hit it off."

"Ann hits it off with pretty much everyone Dad."

"No, this was more. I could tell. And it didn't take long," he said, looking at Rebecca languishing on the mattress in a damp, breathless heap.

"What's that?" I replied calmly, taking another sip of my coffee as I watched her bring her hand to her mouth, sucking on the wet fingertips.

"For Ann to have her magical influence again," he grinned.

"Yeah, she does know how to bring out that side in people," I nodded. "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't tell Gene," I said, my eyes letting him know about the line I'd crossed.

He gave me a pat on the back. "I hadn't planned on it, son. She'll tell him herself when she's ready to."

"What?"

"She's not the type of woman to keep that secret forever, Neil. Just like Ann wouldn't keep it from you, right?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"Maybe next time you'll walk away," he grinned.

"Okay, first of all, have you looked at her? What man could walk away from that? And second --"

"I invited him to watch, Darren," Rebecca called out quietly, her soft southern voice wafting across the room like the words had been honey-dipped.