Uncomplicated Ch. 02

"You're naughty," Chase declared, alluding to her spontaneous, risky behavior.

"You like it," she countered, continuing her slow, smooth ride. He did like it. The risk of getting caught by their parents was an indescribable thrill, and made every stroke even more enjoyable. In reality, they stood very little chance of getting caught; Jon and Kathleen were down the hall saying their goodbyes in a similar manner.

She increased speed, bouncing at first, and then slamming down onto him. Faster and faster she fucked him, slapping her clit onto his pubic hair, her ass mashing his balls. They were cognizant of the quiet house, and kept the moaning and panting to a minimum, but the body slapping was getting a little noisy, which worried Chase. He lurched his hips upward to reduce impact.

Molly got off her feet down to her knees and allowed her weight to sink down on Chase. She ground her hips, stirring his cock inside her womb. She finally kissed him. Tenderly, she licked her brother's lips and tongue. Chase inhaled deeply, smelling her sweet breath.

He pushed her nightshirt up high, resting it on her chest above her tits. Chase buried his face between her beautiful round boobs, relishing their softness. Tasting her right nipple with his tongue, he fondled her left with his hand. Chase was intoxicated by her beauty, and the worry of his parents down the hall faded away. Molly was the only thing he could think about.

She rocked her hips on him, maintaining maximum penetration. Molly was in complete control and used it to her own advantage, precisely adjusting speed as she led herself on just the right trajectory toward orgasm. She hugged Chase, with her mouth to his ear. She nearly had him in a headlock, her soft hips molded to his lap, holding him down. Chase could do nothing but sit still and enjoy the ride, listening to Molly's labored breathing in his ear.

"Do you like fucking your sister?" she whispered. Her feminine voice felt like silk against his ear.

"I do," he said simply.

"You like slipping your hard cock into your sister's tiny pussy, don't you? You like to work her little pussy over with your big fucking cock."

It was his sister's voice, but he didn't know who was whispering those dirty things. Her sweet, ecstatic breathing punctuated the sexy language.

"You want to make her cum, don't you? You like your sister to get all fucking wet for you."

"I do," he repeated.

"Fuck her hard and make her cum for you." Her breathing was getting very erratic. Her hips were grinding into him at a frantic pace. Molly held onto his neck and kept her mouth in the same position on his ear. Her voice was quivering and squeaky.

"Are you ready to cum inside your sister?" she asked him, softly biting his ear.

Chase nodded, his eyes closed.

"Give it to her now. Shoot your hot load deep into your sister's sweet little pussy." Molly climaxed as she said it. Talking dirty to Chase was a spontaneous impulse. This wasn't her first time dirty talking, but she had never said anything like this. It was so erotic, so depraved, such a wicked turn on, that she thought she could have cum by just talking to him.

Chase moaned into his sister's shoulder as his semen shot deep into her, just as she requested. He was glad she was ready for him to cum, because he was going to, whether she wanted him to or not after hearing her talk like that. The muscles of her vaginal wall clamped down on his cock at the same time that her arms nearly broke his neck. She breathed loudly into his ear as she came.

As the euphoric waves subsided, Molly realized she was hurting Chase and relaxed her grip on his neck. She leaned her forehead against his and smiled to herself, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

"Who said that?" she asked, disbelieving her own voice.

"I have no idea," he replied. "She just came and left," he said with a laugh.

"I swear to God, I've never talked like that before, Chase," she insisted.

"Jesus, you're cute!" Chase exclaimed and squeezed his sister's body, still inside her.

Molly laughed into his shoulder. She glanced at the clock. "I'd better get to bed." She lingered a little while longer, unwilling to feel the emptiness in her belly once Chase withdrew.

She slid off of his waning erection and sat next to him, pulling down her nightshirt. Molly gave a long sigh, her insides slowly contracting back to normal after such an intense orgasm. She turned around to face the sofa and lay across Chase, hugging him in a cuddling embrace. Chase nuzzled into her neck and they didn't move.

At length, Molly gathered the will to get up and go to bed. "See me off in the morning?" she asked sweetly.

Chase nodded. She grabbed her panties off the sofa and scrunched them up in her fist. "Good night," she said, giving him one last kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight," he replied. Molly hopped up and headed down the hall. Another night of blissful sleep awaited them both.

Seven o'clock came quickly. Chase awoke to the racket of plates and forks in the kitchen and the swish of Molly carrying her stuff down the hall. Chase rolled out of bed, still wearing the athletic shorts he had on last night when his sister accosted him. He went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

"Morning, glory!" his pretty mom said.

"Mmmph," replied Chase in his usual morning mood. Molly briskly walked back in the house after loading her car. She veered toward Chase on her way back to her room, holding her hand up. Chase reached out and slapped her a high-five as she passed by.

Molly was looking forward to getting to camp, and moved with ambition this morning. "Chase, come here for a minute!" she yelled from her room.

Chase downed his liquid breakfast and responded to Molly's call. When he got to her room, Molly threw her arms around him in vigorous hug before kissing him deeply. "Orange juice," she said with a crinkled nose.

"Sorry," replied Chase. "Drive safe."

"Message me?" she asked.

"They let you keep your phone at camp?"

"Yeah, deaf kids do a lot of texting these days."

She kissed him sweetly. And again. Then Molly stopped before she got emotional.

"I'll see you in a few days," comforted Chase.

"Can't wait," she said, concentrating on keeping her eyes dry.

Chase carried her last bag to the car. She hugged her mom and dad goodbye. "I love you, Daddy," she said to Jon. "Have a safe flight." Hugging her dad suddenly reminded Molly she would be without his comfort and protection for several days. She rarely thought about it when they were home, often taking his love for granted. But, being parted with her dad always gave Molly an anxious feeling that she would somehow be less safe until they were together again.

"I love you too, pumpkin. I know you'll have a great week," Jon comforted quietly.

"Bye, sweetie! I love you!" said Kathleen. She was getting teary-eyed like she did when Molly left for college.

"Love you too, Mom. It's only four days, seriously! No crying!"

Kathleen laughed as she wiped her eyes.

Molly started her car and backed out as her family waved goodbye. Chase, standing slightly behind his parents, raised his right hand and made a sign by sticking his pinky up to make an 'I' and folded down his middle and ring fingers onto his palm and his index finger and thumb sticking out to form an 'L.' It was sign language for 'I love you,' which Molly had taught him years ago. Her heart melted at the gesture. She smiled and returned the sign.

Shortly thereafter, Jon and Kathleen left for the airport. Chase decided to get started on his dad's request to clean up his stuff. He had golf clubs, tee shirts, a football, and various other stuff that gets accumulated in a teenage boy's car. He also had a pile of stuff from his locker that he cleaned out after his senior high school year. He didn't even know why he had half of it. He decided to go through it and throw away the junk that he really didn't need. He figured keeping himself busy this week would help pass the time while Molly was away. He missed her already.

He found a picture of Molly and him at her high school graduation last year. They were standing close together, hands around each others' backs, smiling broadly for the camera. Molly was glowing, her hair slightly shorter than it was now. The people in the picture appeared to love each other, as brothers and sisters reluctantly do. He kept it in his locker his senior year. Even now, he marveled at how much he had always loved his sister—enough to keep her picture in his locker. Now, that picture seemed like a century ago, as though from a different era. He threw it in his 'keep' pile.

Chase finished with his own stuff and moved onto other chores around the garage and yard. He swept out the garage and cleaned the oil spots on the floor. He mowed the lawn and even pulled some weeds in the garden. Maybe he felt a little guilty about what he and Molly had been doing. Maybe he just needed to do something productive. Whatever the reason, he felt good doing it.

Kathleen returned from the airport to find Chase laboring away. Her son was a good boy. She knew he would make some lucky girl an amazing husband some day. She was anxious for some one-on-one time with him, mostly to grill him about his love life. For now, she let him continue on without bothering him.

Chase spent most of his day off working harder than he would have at the pool. He was happy to break a sweat doing some work; he was already getting soft by not being in sports anymore. He didn't like the thought of losing his tight belly. He resolved he was going to start doing sit-ups, beginning tonight.

While Chase labored outside, his mother was busy doing the household chores inside. She vacuumed and dusted the kids' rooms and bathroom. She straightened up Chase's room and opened his nightstand to put a tube of Chapstick back that he had left out. Just as she closed the drawer, she noticed something pink at the back. Opening the drawer back up revealed a wadded up pink ball, which, from the look of the satiny fabric, must be a pair of girl's panties. She was a little shocked to discover her son was in possession of some girl's intimates. She decided she would respect Chase's privacy and not disturb them. She hoped the lucky girl who owned them was treating her son right.

Chase took a shower at the end of the day to get the sweat and grime off him. He thought of Molly. He thought about what she did to him last night, practically raping him on the sofa while their parents were just steps away. Going a day working and thinking about other things besides her gave him some perspective. When he was with her, it was almost surreal, like the feeling one has waking up in the morning and realizing they are in love. They were willing to take risks to be with each other that neither would have ever done with anyone else. He couldn't get enough of her.

Thinking about Molly in the warm shower got him aroused. He started to stroke his hard dick. He was fantasizing about making love to Molly. Reliving real sex was always the best kind of masturbation fantasy, but this time it made Chase feel lonely. It made him long for his sister's sweet touch even more. He lost the urge and stopped rubbing. He turned off the shower, reaching for his towel to dry off.

Getting dressed, he smelled his favorite meal being prepared by his mom: lasagna and garlic bread. She cooked it especially for him as a thank you for all the chores he did today. Chase and Kathleen sat down to eat.

"Do you want some parmesan cheese?" Kathleen asked, knowing he would. She looked at her handsome son, a little worried about his love life these days. She felt bad for him getting dumped by Tiffany. She always felt the pain of her kids' broken hearts, especially Chase's. This one hurt, and she knew it. But she also noticed his spirits were better the last couple days. She assumed it had to do with the owner of the pink panties she found in the drawer. She decided to try and draw it out of him, without tipping him off about finding the underwear.

"So, any new girls in your life these days?" she asked, to open up the topic.

Chase looked up, a little startled at the sudden emergence of a topic he would just as soon leave alone right now. "Uh, not really."

"What about Ashley?" she asked, referring to the girl's party he'd been at the other night when she called him.

"She's not really a girl in my life."

"Well, she must be somebody. Why else would you go over to her house?"

Chase didn't have a sanitized answer for his mother. He was a little uncomfortable talking frankly about sex with his mom. He wanted to tell her, though.

"She invited me over to..." he didn't know how honest he should be with her. He decided confiding this story with his mother probably wouldn't be a bad thing. "She invited me over to have sex."

Kathleen involuntarily slammed her fork down as she tried to liberate the piece of food she'd inhaled upon hearing Chase's confession. She coughed and gasped until she could breathe semi-normally.

"Are you okay, Mom?" he asked, scooting his chair back.

She waved him off silently, trying to catch her breath. Finally, after taking a sip of water, she gasped, "Did you say she invited you over to have sex?"

Chase nodded.

"Just to have sex?"

"Yeah, she's apparently known for that," he told her.

"And what happened?"

"You called just as it was about to happen."

Kathleen burst out laughing. "That was when I called you to get Molly?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God!" She thought about it for a while, taking another drink. "What would have happened if I hadn't called you?"

Chase wondered that himself. He knew he didn't want Ashley to keep going, but had his doubts about his own willpower to stop her. "I don't know," he shrugged. "I'm glad it didn't happen, though. I had never felt so used."

Kathleen felt a surge of pride at hearing her son confide such a personal thing to his mom. And she was prouder still that he didn't let someone use him. He was becoming a man—a very attractive one at that.

Kathleen was surprisingly intrigued. She wanted to know more, but didn't want to make Chase uncomfortable. She began with a simple question.

"What was she doing to you?" she asked coyly with a smile. "You don't have to answer."

"She took me up to her room and started showing off clothes from her closet, changing right in front of me. She was in her underwear when she started kissing me and took my shorts down."

"And she was going to—" Kathleen led.

"Yeah, she was going to do that." he said discretely. "She was kneeling in front of me and touching me when the phone rang."

Kathleen hadn't considered a girl touching her son that way. She always pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. It's something mothers don't dwell on. But having it described to her forced her to imagine it. She felt a little anxious about it. Frankly, she felt jealous. That little slut didn't deserve to be with a guy like Chase. She couldn't think of too many girls who actually did.

She allowed herself to imagine Chase having sex. She wondered what he looked like with a hard on. She figured he was probably irresistible to just about any girl.

"Chase, I know we've had this conversation before, but you are wise to be selective in whom you date. You're beautiful, you're smart, and you can have anyone you want. You're a one in a million catch, baby. Any girl would be lucky to have you; make sure she deserves a guy like you."

Chase felt embarrassed whenever his mom started talking about how desirable he was. She was his mother, after all. But, what else would a mother say about her son? Still, it felt good to get such salient compliments from someone as beautiful as her.

Kathleen meant every word she said about Chase. She saw him as any mother would see her son, but she was also aware of how physically attractive he was. Sometimes when Kathleen looked at her son, she wondered how his girlfriends kept their hands off him. If she weren't his mother, she would be all over him, she thought.

"So, is there anybody else?" she continued to pry.

Chase wished she would drop it now. He wanted to be honest with his mother, but this was one case where he just couldn't. He shook his head. "No," he answered simply.

Kathleen wasn't buying it. Those pink panties belonged to somebody.

"Are you sure?" she prodded again.

Chase grinned at what his mother didn't know. Kathleen took his grin to mean she was onto something.

"Do you want to talk about her?" Kathleen asked.

"Not really," he said. In reality, Chase wanted to proclaim his love for Molly from the rooftop, but telling his mother wasn't possible.

"Well, can you at least tell me if she's pretty?"

Chase pondered her question for a moment. He could at least tell her that. "She's the most beautiful girl I know," he summed up concisely.

"Who is she?"

"I don't want to say anything more right now," he said, authoritatively ending the topic. It was his last defense.

"Okay," she said with some disappointment. "I'm sure you'll tell me sooner or later," she said with a wink.

Chase finished his meal, relieved to have survived the battery of questions.

"Thank you for making the lasagna; it was delicious," he said, appreciative of his mother's efforts. He put the dishes in the sink as Kathleen followed him. When he turned around, she gave him a tight hug. She loved the feeling of his hard body pressed against hers and held him a long time.

"I'm glad you're not too upset about Tiffany," she whispered in his ear. "She didn't deserve a guy like you. You know it's true." Kathleen gave him a long kiss on the cheek.

Kathleen's gentle breathing tickled Chase's ear as she kissed him. He wasn't positive, but he thought she had just said the exact same thing about Tiffany that his sister had. He took comfort in his mother's touch. Nobody on earth gave him the same warm feeling. He hugged her back, returning a kiss on the cheek of the woman he loved more than anyone in the world.

Kathleen let him go at length and went about cleaning the kitchen after dinner. She liked hearing about his love life. They would talk more soon, she thought.

~ ~ ~

Earlier that afternoon, Molly stood in the doorway of her cabin at Camp Cedar Cliff, cheerfully greeting arriving campers. She was looking forward to an exciting week, having been energized by the camp director in her counselor meeting today. Coming back here always gave her fresh perspective on her young life. The love she gave and received with the campers carried her through the year.

She spotted Alicia with her parents. Alicia ran up to her and gave her a big hug. "You're so big!" Molly signed to her. "I think you've grown a foot!"

Alicia smiled. She held Molly's hand while she talked to her parents.

"Alicia is so happy to see you," her mom said to Molly. "It's all she's talked about for two months."

"I know! We've been texting. I'm happy to see her too."

She let go of Alicia's hand and signed to her, "Are you ready for the high-ropes course this year?" Alicia was afraid last year and wouldn't do it. Molly hoped she had the courage to try it this year. Alicia nodded with a smile.

Molly's heart was overjoyed at seeing her young camping friends again. It was going to be a great week.

After dinner, the girls were winding down in their cabin. Molly finally got a chance to talk to Alicia. "You look so grown up!" she signed to her. "I can't believe how pretty you are."

It meant a lot to Alicia, especially coming from Molly, who was the prettiest girl she knew. "How was school this year?" she asked.

"I got straight As this year," she signed, smiling.

"That's great!" Molly was overjoyed. Alicia had struggled last year and her parents were worried she was heading down the wrong path. Molly helped impress on her mind the importance of getting good grades. Hearing it from Molly had apparently made a difference.