That Man

"Wait, Lily took off all her clothes? You mean naked?"

"Not just Lily. You took off all your clothes too?"

"I got naked?"

"You did. It was the most erotic forty-five minutes I've ever experienced," I added hoping to somehow complement her and make her feel better.

"I kinda remember that now. I had fun."

"You did. You had a wonderful time."

"What happened next?"

"Lily decided that it was unfair for both of you to be naked and Tony and I still dressed."

"That's where it starts to get hazy for me," she stated.

"You got us undressed," I helped her remember.

"I got you undressed?"

"Almost. Lily got me undressed and you went to work on Tony."

"I'm drawing a blank. What happened after that?"

"Well, both Tony and I had erections. After the strip show Lily and you put on there was no way we wouldn't have erections."

"I can see that could be the case. And?"

"Lily couldn't help herself. You were both horny after the strip show. She grabbed my erection."

"That little slut," Judy said.

"No. It wasn't like that. It seemed perfectly natural under the circumstances.

"What did I do?"

"I wasn't watching you. Lily had my attention."

"What did she do?"

"She gave me a blowjob and then crawled into my lap where the inevitable happened."

"She fucked you? Did I fuck Tony?"

"Like I said, I wasn't watching all the time but when I did look at you, you were on your back with your legs spread and Tony was on top doing what certainly looked like fucking you."

"Let me get this straight. You fucked Lily and I fucked Tony."

"Yes."

"You realize that Lily is your sister-in-law. You fucked your sister-in-law and I fucked her husband."

"That's the gist of it."

"But Lily's husband is my brother. Oh my God. I FUCKED MY BROTHER."

That's when she bolted from the table, ran upstairs to our bedroom and locked herself inside.

I waited awhile before I followed her upstairs. I wanted to give the ibuprofen time to work. I knocked softly on the door. "Judy," I begged. "Unlock the door so we can talk."

"Go away. You let THAT MAN do horrible things to my body."

Her memory of the events of last evening was inconsistent with that statement. First, I didn't let that man do anything to her body. I let her do whatever she wanted to do and it involved Tony. Second, from what I saw, the things he did to her body were far from horrible. Her own reactions at the time confirmed that she was enjoying the attention very much. Third, "that man" actually was her brother and I don't believe he'd ever treat her in any fashion that upset her. However, it was clear to me that raising any of those facts wouldn't ease the emotions she was feeling. It might actual make the situation worse.

"Judy, can I just ask a question?" I pleaded again.

"If you must," she responded from beyond the locked door.

"I know you're a little fuzzy about what happened last night but I wonder if you could share with me how you felt during the evening."

"Felt?"

"Yeah. Felt. For example, when you were dancing with Lily do you remember what you were feeling? Not what you were doing. What you were feeling."

"Oh. I guess I was feeling free. You know, loose, happy, free."

"That's what I saw. I saw you smiling, happy. You moved like you felt wonderful."

"I did? Was it that obvious?"

"It was. What about when Lily wanted you to show us your breasts?"

"How did I feel?"

"Yes."

"Scared, I guess. I had never done anything like that. Show my breasts to anyone but you."

"What changed your mind?"

"Lily showed her breasts and I didn't want to be a party pooper."

"That's all."

"No. Lily was having so much fun. I wanted to have fun too."

"So you flashed us your breasts. How did that feel?"

"Thrilling. It was so unthinkable, so taboo. I felt empowered, free."

So, when she made you come back and really show your breasts to us, when she and you did it together, how did that feel?"

"Powerful."

"Powerful?"

"Yes. I watched you and Tony struggle with getting erections and I knew I was responsible. I gave you both erections. I had the power to control your bodies. I felt powerful."

"That's incredible. Could you unlock the door so we can talk face to face?"

"You can unlock it from the outside with the little key on the door frame. You could have done it at any time you wanted."

"I know but I respect your privacy and I didn't want to come in without your permission."

"Thank you for that but you can come in whenever you want."

I unlocked the door and walked into our bedroom. Judy was lying on the bed on her side waiting for me. The towel was on the floor. Her hair was disarrayed as if it had been wrapped in a towel. I could see dried tears on her cheeks but she was smiling weakly. I sat on the bed next to her. "Where were we?" I asked.

"You were asking how I felt when I flashed you and Tony," she reminded me.

"Right. So when Lily pulled your dress down so your breasts were exposed all the time, what did she say to you?"

"She said, 'Feel the power,' and she was right. I did feel the power and I knew in that moment where I wanted to go and nothing was going to stop us, Lily and me."

"So everything that happened after that was based on your feelings, your emotions."

"Right."

"Everything felt right. No judgment. No consequences," I added.

"True."

"So, when you were naked in front of Tony and you crawled up on his lap and slid down with him inside you, what were you feeling?"

"I was in control. I wanted him to know how much I loved him. I wanted to give him the best gift I could give him. I wanted him to know how it felt to be inside me. I wanted to feel him inside me."

"And when you turned over and he was on top on the sofa?"

"I gave him control. I wanted him to know that I trusted him enough to give him control. I wanted to feel everything I could from him. I wanted his gift to me."

"So, everything that happened was from love. It was pure, emotional and infinitely satisfying, not just physical. Not just sex."

"I see your point. I could be convinced," opined Judy.

"How long had you wanted to do that?"

"What? Give myself to him?"

"Yeah."

"Forever."

"Forever?" I asked.

"At least since we were teenagers."

"Puberty, then?"

"Probably. I used to give him peeks."

"Peeks?"

"You know. Maybe a boob or two. Accidently of course."

"Of course. Did you get any 'peeks?'" I asked.

"Not that I remember."

"Why not, do you think?"

"Maybe because he wasn't interested."

"Even though you were a major tease?"

"I was, wasn't I? I was pretty blatant."

"Yet he never made a move on you?"

"Never."

"Why do you think he didn't?"

"I don't know but I think you have a theory," she said.

"I do. I think he wanted to as much as you did but he was your older brother and if anyone found out ..."

"Oh. He'd get the blame. He'd be the one in trouble. I would have been the innocent victim."

"And last night, thirty years of waiting surfaced for both of you."

"Damn," she exclaimed.

"I have just one more question. What was the thing in the kitchen when we got home all about?"

"I wanted you last. I wanted you to know you're my first, last and only true love."

"I like that."

"So do I, but why was I so upset downstairs?"

"You want my two-cent, amateur psychological analysis?"

"Why not? You're doing fine so far," she prompted.

"You had the world's worst hangover. You were absorbed in the physical pain and your memory about the physical part of last night was forced into the background. Drinking too much allowed your real emotions to rule your actions. When we talked, and some of the memories came back, you focused on the physical and ignored the emotional foundation for what happened. You reacted as we've all been trained, in the expected, socially acceptable, manner. Therefore, your abhorrence of having sex with your brother was appropriate in that moment. Only after we talked about it from the reality of the emotional responses involved did you realize how important and appropriate, what you did was."

"That makes sense, I think. I have to meditate on it.

"So, then, are you okay? Are we okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine and didn't last night prove to you that we're okay?"

"Yeah but I thought you might want to prove it again," I said hopefully.

"I could use a little husband love," she said as she grabbed my testicles under my robe. We ended up in the middle of the bed with me on my back, Judy above me with her mouth planted firmly on my increasingly expanding penis and me staring directly at her beautiful and sensitive clitoris and surrounding labia.

For someone who was just recovering from a world-class hangover, she was unexpectedly active. She used her lips, tongue and teeth in subtle ways differently than I could remember. Her tongue experimented with my urethral opening in a way that approached tickling and her hands moved on my shaft in new and exciting ways. When she slid her mouth down on my erection so far that she had to remove her hands, I almost erupted but managed to hold it until she retreated to safer territory.

Meanwhile, I was finding a few delicacies of my own. Her clitoris seemed larger and stiffer than before and she was moving in exquisite new ways as I used two fingers inside and my tongue and lips outside on her clitoris. I was rewarded handsomely when she had a mild orgasm and a light syrup spilled into my mouth. She tasted sweeter than I remembered.

I used my tongue to penetrate her vagina and, as I pushed inside to my limit, she pushed back seeming to want more. For a brief second I had the inappropriate thought questioning the length of Tony's tongue. I did the best I could and when I added a finger in her ass, something she wasn't usually in favor of, she responded with a firm "Oh, yeah," just before her body convulsed and she added copiously to the volume of liquid in my mouth.

Before I could respond in kind, she jumped off me, turned around and mounted me. She faced me with her eyes closed, moving her body up, down, forward, backward and side to side simultaneously. Moves only a woman can make.

She leaned forward and pressed her right nipple against my lips. I indulged her and myself, by licking it, kissing it, sucking on it and biting it gently. That last caused another full body eruption depositing another volume of liquid into my pubic hair. She followed up with a full, open-mouthed kiss with lots of tongue.

I pulled her close to me and, without losing an inch of contact, lifted her up and settled her on her back with me between her legs. She reacted by lifting her legs high above my head, in front of my arms and against her shoulders. I slowly took the longest strokes I could, slowly increasing the pace until I was thundering down the tracks to an enormous orgasm of my own.

When she recovered from orgasm number four, she pushed me off her, crawled down my body and began to suck on my slowly relaxing erection. She wasn't successful in resuscitating me but, when she straddled my head again, I didn't squander the opportunity. I plunged right in with my tongue and fingers enjoying the sweet emanations from her hot body, this time with a little cream. When I put one slippery finger against her rectal portal she pushed back against it. One push deserves another so I pushed my finger fully inside her and I was rewarded with another orgasm and the corresponding flood of tasty syrup.

Later, as we lay alongside each other with her head on my shoulder and my arm around her back, I exclaimed, "That was fantastic."

"Just fantastic?" she asked. "It was mind blowing; beyond words."

"I'll go with your assessment," I agreed. "So we're okay?" I asked.

"We're better than okay," she responded. "We couldn't be more ok'er but can you do me a favor?" she added.

"Anything for you," I answered.

"Please don't let me drink so much next time."

Next time?