Under Paris Skies

Monique's phone ringing brought their lip lock to an end. It was Steve. Greg heard her give their location and indicate they would be leaving shortly to return home.

There was no point in attempting to talk with so many people around, the clutter in the elevator and the general street sounds when they reached the bottom. But once back in Monique's car, Greg was about to speak, but she beat him to it.

"I don't want to talk about it," she said firmly. "I just want to do it again."

"That's pretty much what I was going to say."

So, they kissed again. Once more, it became passionate.

Finally, Monique drove them home.

"Are we moving too fast?" she finally asked.

Greg shrugged. "What is too fast? I mean, is there guidance for what is the right amount of time? Is there a correct speed?"

Monique chuckled. "Not that I am aware of."

"I mean, how can you control how you feel?"

"You can't."

* * *

They weren't too talkative when they arrived home, not wanting to give anything away. However, in giving brief descriptions of their day, they actually provided their parents with more cause for concern.

They each excused themselves to retire early, and once in their bedrooms, each was visited by their natural parent.

"Is everything alright?" Steve asked his son.

"Yeah. Fine. Why?"

"You both just seemed out of sorts."

"Oh, well, you heard what we did today. It was very tiring. I'm just worn out."

Giving his son that lawyerly interrogational look, Steve questioned, "Are you sure that's all it is?"

"Yes, dad. That's all it is."

"And everything is still good between you and Monique?"

"Yeah. Perfect. She's a terrific tour guide."

"Okay. Sleep well."

* * *

Later in their bedroom, the attorney parents compared the explanations given by each of their children and found them to be remarkably similar. Steve was skeptical.

"There's something going on," he believed.

"Like what?" Giselle questioned.

"I don't know. We'll just have to watch for signs."

* * *

Awakening on his own, having slept late because of the exhausting day before, Greg found he was alone in his bed. That disappointed him. After yesterday, he thought sure Monique would join him once more. At least, he hoped she would. But then it occurred to him that maybe she was expecting him to come to her. She'd proven her interest in him the last two mornings. Perhaps she wanted him to confirm his attraction to her.

With no further thought, Greg jumped out of bed. Before heading to Monique's room, he performed a quick sweep of the house to make certain they were alone. He was a little concerned from his dad's questioning last night. But neither parent was home.

Instead of just jumping into bed with Monique, he took a moment to watch her sleep. She was just as gorgeous in slumber as she was awake. The term "Sleeping Beauty" came to mind, and he couldn't help but just stand there and gaze lovingly at her. Nor could he bring himself to awaken her by climbing into bed with her, much as he would like to. He watched her for a few minutes, then decided to return to his room to shower and dress.

* * *

As tired as she had been, Monique had a restless night. The primary reason for this was because of a decision she had come to about Greg. She knew he had come into her room--probably because she had not gone to his--and she had split feelings about hoping he would get into her bed and preferring he would not.

From Steve's talk about his son over time, she mostly assumed he would be a decent guy. That was tempered with what she was certain was some exaggeration on her stepfather's part. She'd seen pictures of Greg, so she knew he was handsome. And, of course, she'd seen Steve's cock, so she felt the odds were good that Greg would also be well endowed, and he had certainly exceeded those expectations.

Prior to Greg's visit, Monique's only concern was about what kind of relationship they would have. This was only clouded by how he would feel about her and his father's relationship. There was the possibility he would resent her. But fortunately, he had not, and in fact, he'd had exactly the opposite reaction.

In addition to his looks and other assets, Greg was funny, intelligent, and gentlemanly. What was not to like about him? Except that Monique had not anticipated that they would hit it off so well and so quickly. Of course, part of that was her doing. Yet, he had not resisted. And then, there was last night at the top of the Eiffel Tower under Paris skies.

The mood had already been there. The setting made it irresistible. The kiss had been divine. And it was all moving so fast.

And therein was her decision about him.

Time to face him. Monique slipped out of bed, into her kimono robe and went to Greg's room. He was still in his bathroom, so she leaned against the door frame. A minute later, he opened his bathroom door but stopped when he saw her. With a smile, he came to her. She led him back to her room where they sat on the edge of her bed facing one another.

"You look beautiful," Greg said.

"I just woke up. I'm a mess."

"A beautiful mess."

Monique chuckled.

"I want to kiss you again," he said.

"I'd like that."

Greg placed is hand on the side of her neck and tenderly pulled her to him. Their kiss was as delightful as the night before.

"Mmmm," he couldn't help but emitting.

The first couple of kisses were brief, but the more they did it, the more intense they became. He surprised her by kissing her neck. She wanted to giggle because it tickled a bit, but she held back not wanting to disrupt the mood.

Monique scooted closer to Greg, draping her leg over his. Her hand casually dropped to his crotch where she gently rubbed his already hard cock through his pants. He placed his hand on her bare leg. Their kissing continued.

Greg spread the untied flaps of her robe to caress her breasts, eliciting a sigh. Given the position of her hand, he felt similar exploration between her legs was in order. She quickly sucked in her breath when his fingers made contact with her clit through her panties.

Now, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, their lips parting long enough for him to remove it. Before their faces came together again, he noticed a look in her eyes that told him this morning would be different than the previous two. Yet, he wasn't certain how different.

Shrugging her kimono off her shoulders to completely expose her breasts, Monique pulled Greg's head to her nipples. He got the idea and sucked one while fingering the other. She moaned her enjoyment.

"Take off your pants," she whispered.

He complied, and they both knelt on the bed only in underpants to resume their kissing. He twisted her nipples while she rubbed his cock through his boxers, finally pushing the elastic waistband down. When it was below his crotch, she pushed him onto his back to remove them the rest of the way.

Monique then crawled between his legs, licked the length of his rod, which lay flat against his abdomen, before lifting it and putting it in her mouth.

Greg sucked in his breath which made a high-pitched, whine-like sound. His head was suddenly spinning. His dick had never been in a girl's mouth, and it felt magnificent.

She sucked only the head but swirled her tongue around it and worked the tip of her tongue into the soft skin underneath. She then bobbed her head up and down, still only the head, while she stroked the rest of his shaft with her hand. Gradually, she took more of his length into her mouth until he felt the tip of his dick touching the back of her mouth.

Greg had had many dreams of having his cock sucked but had never imagined it would feel so incredible. And that it was Monique made it more special than he could ever have imagined. He allowed her oral action to continue for as long as he dared. He didn't know what her intention was, but he didn't want to come in her mouth. Besides, he wanted to reciprocate the oral attention.

Greg pushed her back and all the way onto her back. He pulled the leg of her panties aside to expose her beautiful pussy and licked her labia. She had been watching, but she let her head fall back. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue to a symphony of sounds from her throat. He was determined to make her come. He drove his tongue into her hole, and that seemed to drive her wild. When he returned his attention to her clit, she started squirming and moaning louder. Her body shook all over as she climaxed squeezing her thighs together around his head. She had strong legs, but they felt wonderful around his cheeks. Finally, she pushed his face away as her pussy became too sensitive.

Crawling up behind her, Greg spooned her.

"Mmmm!" she moaned.

After a minute, she said, "It's your turn."

"What do you want me to do?"

Lifting her leg, Monique said, "I want you to stick it in me."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Do you not want to fuck me?"

"Of course, I do. But are you sure?"

"I've never been more certain of wanting to do anything. And I've never been more certain of wanting to do it with you. Please?"

How could he refuse that? Not that he wanted to. But suddenly he became very nervous. His heart beat faster. Hesitantly, with a trembling hand, he guided his cock toward her waiting pussy. She kind of sat up enough to see, whereas he was going in blind. He felt her take control of his dick and aim it at her hole. They both missed his first plunge. She rubbed the head up and down her labia forcing her lips to separate.

Monique gasped when he initially penetrated her. Her hymen had already been broken from the use of dildos, so her reaction was not one of pain, but rather the unique feel of a real penis inside her. It felt incredibly hard, yet also tender. He drove it in slowly.

"Oh, mon dieu!" she cried.

That worried him. "Are you alright."

"Yes! It is wonderful. Don't stop."

Greg started thrusting as he'd seen done in videos many times. He didn't really know what he was doing; correction, of course he knew what he was doing. He wasn't certain he was doing it well.

"Oh, mon dieu!" she repeated. "Merde sacrée!"

But though he didn't know what she was saying, her tone as favorable. He tried picking up his pace a little.

"Yes, yes," she agreed.

He could kind of see her face. It looked as though she was in pain, but the sounds and comments she was making did not support that.

"Merde sacrée!" she also repeated.

"What?"

"Holy shit!"

Greg laughed, but silently, not wanting to break her concentration. For him, it was the greatest experience of his life.

"Please get on top," she sort of asked, sort of commanded.

Didn't matter. He'd do anything at this point.

She rolled onto her back, and he got into the missionary position between her legs. He was less apprehensive this time as he drove his cock back in. Perhaps it felt even better this time because he was able to enjoy the feel of it sliding in and being embraced by the unique softness of her inner walls.

They gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, and at this moment, Greg loved Monique more than he had loved anything or anyone in his life. And between the stimulation he had already had, and now this, his balls were beginning to churn.

Monique could see in his face that his orgasm was building. "I want you to come inside me," she whispered. "I'm protected."

That almost made him lose it. He never expected to do that. But in a quick moment of lucidness--instantly thinking it through--he knew he shouldn't. He continued to pump, and he could see she was building to another climax, so he concentrated hard on trying not to come until she did.

Fortunately, Monique exploded a minute later in a massive orgasm that again had her body trembling amid gritted teeth and throaty sounds of pleasure.

The final straw for him was knowing he'd brought her off twice. That was as much an inducement for him as anything. He quickly pulled out and hosed her abdomen and breasts in a thick spray of pearly, white cream.

Monique was, at first, disappointed he hadn't come inside her, but the feeling of the steaming drops of cum splattering onto her skin convinced her this was almost as good.

"What the fuck?"

The teens looked up in horror to see her mom and his dad standing in the doorway. Greg had never seen such an expression of pure anger on his dad's face. The man looked as though he would explode.

"Get out of her bed, you idiot!" Steve bellowed.

Greg quickly reached for his clothes, hurriedly slipping his boxers on.

"I can't believe this! Is this how you accept our hospitality? I ought to send you back home!"

"No!" Monique yelled. "It's not--"

"You, be quiet!" Steve harshly ordered.

Greg was so upset at their carelessness, he scrambled past his dad and Giselle and returned to his bedroom. He was on the verge of tears but choked them back as he finished dressing. Without thinking clearly, he grabbed his suitcases and started stuffing his clothes in.

Steve went to his son's room. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Going home," Greg said without looking up from packing. "Mom warned me that it was not a good idea to come here."

By now, Monique had quickly put her panties back on, used her bed sheet to mostly wipe away Greg's semen and slipped into her kimono. She even tied the belt as she headed to Greg's room in time to hear him say he was going home. "No! Don't go!" She attempted to go to him, but Steve restrained her.

"Let him go," a still very angry Steve said.

"Ma-ma, don't let him go," Monique pleaded as her mother came up behind her.

But Giselle said nothing.

Fumbling with his suitcases, Greg pushed passed them. Monique tried to reach out for him but was still held back by her stepfather.

"Let him go," Steve ordered.

Now, in tears, Monique yelled, "Wait! I'll come with you."

"You're not going anywhere."

When the front door slammed from Greg leaving, Monique ran back to her room and shut and locked her door. She could be heard crying heavily.

"Go after him," Giselle said, finally speaking, "or you will regret it."

With a heavy sigh, Steve followed her suggestion.

* * *

Fortunately, the elevator was still on their floor, so Greg was able to make a quick escape. During his ride down, he realized his departure was impulsive and not well thought out. Outside the building, he found a little nook to duck into catch his breath and do some quick thinking. Of course, he had nowhere to go except home. That meant he should head to the airport. He didn't really know what else to do. Seeing an empty taxi, he headed for it.

A minute or so later, Steve exited the elevator. Greg was not in the lobby. Steve headed outside, and still, his son was nowhere to be seen. Spying a taxi driving away, the timing was right for Greg to have gotten in it. However, for good measure, Steve searched around the area, but still came up empty. He returned upstairs.

* * *

Monique and Giselle rushed to the front door when they heard it open. They were not surprised that Steve was alone.

"He can't be that far ahead. If we hurry, we can catch him," Monique said in a hope-filled voice.

"That's a long shot," Steve pointed out.

"Then, what do you suggest?" she asked tersely. "You convicted without questioning," she further accused.

"I know what I saw."

"What you think you saw."

"You're suggesting I didn't see the two of you in bed without clothes?"

"I'm telling you he was there as he was because I wanted him there," Monique argued. "I asked him to come into my bed."

"Monique, what the two of you did was wrong. You knew it was wrong, and he knew it was wrong. The fact that you encouraged him to do something wrong does not make it any less wrong, nor him any less guilty."

"It wasn't wrong!" she yelled.

"He's your stepbrother!" Steve countered, "Of course, it's wrong."

"We're not related by blood," Monique reminded. "We're of age. There's no reason Greg and I can't have a relationship. I love him. And I'm certain he loves me."

Steve's eyebrows shot up. He had not expected that answer. He glanced at his wife. Giselle's expression revealed no surprise, but rather understanding.

Monique had dressed while Steve had gone after Greg. She had no more patience for this conversation. "Ma-ma, would you come with me to the airport?"

"Of course. And so will your father," Giselle said authoritatively, giving her husband a look.

* * *

It was after dark by the time, Monique, Giselle, and Steve returned home. Their trip to the airport had been fruitless. Of course, they did not see Greg simply walking around. Neither any of the security checks nor any of the airlines--particularly the one he had flown in on--would even confirm Greg had passed through or was a passenger, neither of which was surprising. It took some convincing for Monique to give up.

They stopped for some take-out, but Monique was not in the mood to eat. Instead, she went directly to her bedroom and could be heard crying.

"Why are you crying?"

Monique looked up, recognizing the voice, and could not believe her eyes. "Greg!" she yelled joyously and rushed into his arms. She noticed that he appeared to have been sleeping. "What... where... what--"

By now, her parents had heard the commotion and rushed to her bedroom in time to see their daughter and Greg in a tight embrace.

"I didn't leave," Greg said, stating the obvious. "I went to the café around the corner to think about what I was doing. I remembered my grandfather--my mother's father--telling me a story about this brash young man who wanted to date his daughter, but my grandfather caught them fooling around in the barn and would not allow it. He said the young man would not give up and proved he really cared for and loved the girl. When my grandfather saw that the two were really serious about each other and not just two foolish young people, he gave them a chance. So, that made me want to fight for you and not give in."

Monique had a big smile on her face. "I'm so happy you changed your mind. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Is that a true story or did you make it up?" Monique asked with a doubtful expression.

"Well, ask him," Greg said, pointing to his dad.

"C'était toi? Uh, that was you?" Monique asked, turning to Steve.

"Yes," Steve answered in a tone as though he'd been caught. "And by returning, Greg has proven that he's serious also. So, I apologize to both of you for jumping to conclusions. Son, you can stay as long as you like."

"Thanks, dad. I think I'd like to stay for a while. I'm beginning to like being under Paris skies!"

THE END