AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
| EDITOR's NOTE - Part one of this story can be found at: Part 1. |
"You coming in?" Jen asked.
"Sure," I replied.
We had a nice night out spending some of the income from my trust fund.
"Hello, King," greeted Jen's mother, and I just caught a flash of lust in her eyes before she turned away.
"We're off to bed now that you're in," commented her dad. "Make yourself at home."
"Thanks," I said and I caught Jen's eyes twinkle.
"I'll make some coffee," she offered.
"I'll help," I said, and together we moved into the kitchen.
"They'll never change," she chuckled. "Here I am nearly thirty and still they stay up until I'm home."
"You're nowhere near thirty," I said. "You're the same age as me."
"True," she chuckled. "Do you really want some coffee or do you...?"
She stopped mid-sentence to hitch up her already short skirt and pull down her scanty knickers.
"Coffee will do fine," I grinned.
"You can have coffee fucking later," she laughed.
She pulled me towards her and spread her legs while unzipping my trousers and pulling out my hard cock.
"Fuck, I'd forgotten how big it was," she gasped.
"Size isn't everything," I grunted as I slipped into her already very wet pussy.
"Only men with small cocks believe that," she grunted in return. "No, don't move." She clung onto me tightly. "God, this feels so nice," she sighed.
After a few minutes her hips started to move against me and I picked up her rhythm.
"God, yes," she grunted, "fuck me harder."
I gripped her slim hips and pounded into her with all my strength. Her grip became tighter as, at last, her body became still and I pumped my spunk into her.
"Fuck me, that was nice," she sighed.
"Do I get my coffee now?" I said as I zipped up.
"Sure," she giggled like a teenager.
* * * *
"Have a nice time?" inquired Carol, my sister.
"Fine, thanks," I replied.
The house was quiet now that Carol's husband, Billy, was gone. Carol had chucked him out a couple of weeks before.
"Do you want anything?" she asked.
"No, let's go to bed," I said feeling tired.
I watched as Carol stripped off naked and took her turn in the shower.
"Looks like you've lost some weight," I called out over the running water.
"What?" she shouted.
"Lost weight," I shouted back.
"Sorry, what did you say?" she said as she emerged from the shower.
"I said you've lost some weight," I repeated.
"You think so?" she said. She dropped the bath towel and checked herself out in the full length mirror. "Yeah, perhaps around here," she said holding her waist.
"You're looking good," I said.
"Stop that," she giggled. "I'm betting you've got none left for me, so stop it."
Naked, she climbed into the bed and we cuddled up together. When I awoke I could feel her lips around me.
"Good, you're awake," she giggled. She climbed on top and impaled herself on my morning hardness. "God, I'm horny," she gasped as she rode me hard.
"Sis," I gasped, "you've got to find yourself some cock of your own."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," she panted.
"Do you want me to find some for you?" I asked.
"Yeah, please," she panted.
She was getting near now so I reached up and squeezed her tits hard.
"Yes, yes," she squealed as she came.
"Did you mean it?" she asked. "You know, about finding me some hard cock?"
"Sure, sis," I said cuddling up to her naked body.
"Thank you," she said. "It's difficult for a girl these days to find someone."
"Or two or three," I commented.
"God, don't," she giggled.
* * * *
"Let's go for a drive?" suggested Jen.
It was late but she obviously didn't want to go home yet. We parked up by the lake and, as it was so late, we had the place to ourselves. We sat there in silence for some time.
"Look, King," she said at last, "before things go too far we better have a long talk."
"Who said things haven't gone too far already?" I said.
"Whatever," she said. "Look, I'm not the innocent girl who left here ten years ago."
"Hey, neither am I," I said.
"You were never innocent," she said with a laugh. "Being serious, I've done things. I got married, had a child, got divorced and a lot more in those ten years."
"So?" I asked.
"I just want you to know that I'm not the same girl you fell in love with, that's all," she said.
"Shit, I know that," I said, "but does any of that matter now?"
"Yes, it may," she whispered.
"How?" I asked.
"Look, I've done things," she whispered. "Things I don't even want to think about."
"And I haven't?" I snapped. "Christ, Jen, we've both done things to survive and now we are here again together."
In the darkness I could hear her weeping.
"You don't know what it was like being married to him," she sobbed.
"Hey, it's over now and you're back here with me," I consoled.
"Look," she said, her voice suddenly stronger, "if I don't tell you, somebody else is going to some day and what then?"
"Look it doesn't matter what you've done," I said.
"Yes, it does," she sobbed again. "Where do you think I met Terry, my husband? On a film set doing a movie. I was short of money and I would have done anything, including making a porn flick."
"I've done that," I said, and it was true, but inside my head I had the image of my Jen fucking some guy while she was being filmed.
"He was the cameraman on the shoot," she explained. "Afterwards, we linked up and I moved in with him. I dropped out of college and worked with him on many of his films."
"It's ok," I soothed.
"No, it's not," she snapped. "I don't even know who's the father of my child."
"Oh," I said.
"Luckily, in some ways, me being pregnant finished us, for I was no good to him fat or having stretch marks. So, soon after Tracy was born, he dumped me for a younger girl," she explained.
"Oh," I said again.
"But for four years, I did everything his perverted mind could think of, and not always in front of his camera, either." she whispered. "I've done threesomes, gangbangs, I've used toys and even been with other women. I've fucked his friends and even his business partners to get the money to finance his next big project that somehow always lost money. Now, tell me that it doesn't matter."
"Do you want me to tell you the things I've done over the last ten years, now?" I said.
"What?" she said, her voice suddenly lighter. "I'm not sure we have the time."
"Fucking right," I said with a laugh. "I've fucked women in front of a camera and for money. In fact, I've been paid for sex more times than I can remember."
"How come that doesn't surprise me," she laughed as she wiped away the last of her tears.
"So, can we go home now or is there more?" I asked.
We sat there in silence while she made her mind up what to tell me next.
"I've been paid for sex too," she whispered. "I had a youngster to support and no job, so I did it for the money. Lots of times."
"So, is that it?" I asked.
"Doesn't it matter to you that I fucked all kinds of men... young, old... just for the money?" she snapped.
"Look, Jen, of course I would have preferred you to be a virgin, but that's not how the world works," I said. "And I'm not the guy to throw stones here."
In the darkness I could see her smile.
"Ok, that's it. So let's go home and fuck," she laughed.
"Yeah," I said and I started the engine.
We drove in silence for a while.
"Did you really make porn films?" she asked. "Or are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
"No, I really did," I admitted glancing over to her. "I'm surprised you haven't come across them."
"Watching them never really interested me," she stated. "I did it at first for the money to get me through college. Then later because of Terry."
"I actually found one in a shop the other month and I bought it just out of curiosity," I said. "Haven't had a chance to watch it yet. Perhaps you'll like to with me?"
"Yeah, sure," she chuckled. "I'll give you my professional opinion if you want."
"Yeah, what about yours?" I asked. "Have you got any?"
"No, never even saw them at the time," she said, "but I expect they'll turn up sometime."
"Yeah, I expect they will," I said.
* * * *
"Hello," I shouted.
"Hi, King," greeted Carol, "Who's this?"
"This is Tony," I introduced them. "He's an old school friend of mine."
"Yes, hi Tony," she said taking his offered hand. "I think I remember you."
"Yes, and I definitely remember you," he said with a laugh. "Prettiest girl in the whole school."
"Stop him, King, or I'll go all red," she giggled.
"No way, little sister," I said. "Now, you get changed and you two go out for the night and have fun."
Later, I lay in bed thinking about my life here with Jen and what she had confessed to me. It didn't help that Carol's bed springs were creaking as Tony was fucking her brains out in the next room; well good luck to her. Did I mind that the love of my life had made porn movies? Well, yes, of course I did, but then I had made some too? What about all the rest she had confessed to? Did that matter? Well, next week Jen's little daughter, Tracy, was coming home and what then? I didn't know. But the one thing I did know was I didn't want to lose her again.
THE END
