erotic coupling

Like bits of shredded paper struck to wet glass, the heavy snow continued to clog the wiper blades slowing the tiny electric motor to an unhealthy groan. The streaked windshield became impossible to see oncoming traffic, and both side-mirrors of the school bus were so caked, Jeff Morrison had to open the driver’s side window every couple of minutes just to brush that side clear.

The weather was beginning to worry him. He glanced at his watch. They’d not met anyone coming or going in thirty minutes of crawling up the mountain. Thank heaven the highschool teenagers had been delivered to their parents, all except one. The senior’s car waited at the bus terminal and he wondered if she’d be able to drive out of there. Would be good to have this trip over and the bus back in the barn. He reminded himself of the warmth of the terminal, had just turned off the AM radio, which was all about the freak storm they traveled through, and he was more than enough aware of that.

“What the fuck.”

A thick crunch, and the tearing of metal, the buses’ objection from running off pavement to rugged stone and gravel, ground through the interior of the bus. The passenger added a high-pitched screech to Jeff’s already over-stimulated eardrums. The speedometer bounced into his sight showing thirty-five miles-per-hour, the nose of the bus suddenly jerked down, all in less than a second, and he hung weightless.

“Hang on,” he yelled.

The wheel spun from his hands, both hands flew, at the same time he attempted a downshift, and instantly couldn’t think of why he’d do such a thing. Jeff’s foot slammed down the brakes. The tires bounced and slid. The bull of a steering wheel whipped left and right, as if it wanted to rid itself of driver and passenger. They were going to die.

* * *

He awoke to black so dark a cave met his eyes, only colder. At first, he couldn’t remember where he was, then the fire alarm of reality met him head on. He was blind.

“Carla?” The sound was that of a frog, he wet his lips, tried again, “Carla Phelps, you alright?” This time he recognized his voice, and a picture of the emergency flashlight popped to mind. If he couldn’t see, at least the girl would have light. Jeff’s hands searched under the dash.

“Shit, that hurt.”

The sting in his knuckles subsided as he worked the fingers. Pain is unsympathetic, but did increase his thoughts of their plight. With more diligence than he felt, his searching fingers found the kit all school buses by law were required to carry. The cold metal of the electric lamp was encouraging. A strong beam filled the inside of the bus. That would teach him for being so pessimistic, not blind after all. Jeff played the light around searching for his passenger, noting quickly that the bus had flipped, lay upside down at a crazy angle. Swift barb’s of memory jabbed his foggy brain, and he shivered at the replay of the drive off the cliff. A movement of air chilled his neck, but the windows that he could see remained intact, which was good, but the whiteness that registered beyond the safety glass showed they must be under snow.

“Mr. Morrison, is that you?”

The light spun toward the voice as if it had a mind. The blonde figure in the beam hunched sideways, winter legs drawn up. A thin, brown jacket gapped open, ripped by something, dangled in tatters off one shoulder. The sleeve still clung to the wrist, held by a single, large, pearl like button. Before he jerked the light away, one full, naked breast jutted dangerously from a pink, torn blouse. The girl seemed unaware of her condition. Dazed, he figured, and that single defining moment would be the one picture to keep alive the impact of the accident, and the danger they faced.

“It’s me,” he said. “You alright?”

“Seem to be banged up, but yeah . . . what happened?”

“Off the road . . . remember hitting something. The storm. . . Do you have a cell?”

“Got smashed.”

He chuckled to himself by almost correcting the girl’s faulty grammar. ‘It was smashed,’ instead he said, “Okay then, we’ll be alright,” then quickly added, “They’ll send someone out, when we don’t arrive.” At least that’s what he hoped would take place. No sense making the girl worry any more than necessary.

“When will that be?”

“Soon,” he said. “We’re only six or seven miles out.”

He looked in the emergency kit, drew out a couple space-age foil blanket packs, tossed one in her direction. “Wrap yourself up, keep warm.” He heard the stripping of foil as she tore into it, and he opened one for himself. This way, he wouldn’t have to draw attention to her nakedness by asking her to cover up.

“There’s plenty of water,” he said, remembering the plastic bottles in back, “and we can melt snow if we need. The biggest thing is to keep warm until we’re rescued.”

“I heard the radio,” she said, her tone admonishing.”Said the storm would last days.” Carla was quiet then, seemed to be thinking, made up her mind and added in a calm voice, “Dad made sure we all had survival training, so I’m not particularly worried. As good a time as any to test it. Luckily neither of us is hurt. That could have complicated things.”


In a few hours even the foil blanket he’d wrapped tight around himself didn’t keep out the cold. The windows were filling with Jack Frost scribbling. Moisture from breathing became invisible crayons, painting the windows with feather ice. Jeff wondered if they were going to have to open a window for air. He shined the light in Carla’s direction to reveal that the cold had already overreached the limits of her body to provide heat. Her teeth chattered across the short distance.

“You that cold?”

“Mm-m-more,” she said. “I learned that we will survive better if we share body heat . . . that is if you don’t mind.” Without waiting for an answer she scooted right up to him, pulled her blanket over both of them.

“Wait, my blanket can help.”

After that, he began to warm. Her shivering hadn’t lessened, and adding that her little body snuggled so tight to him, the mental picture of her full breasts pressed to his chest was a permanent tattoo. His mind ran in all directions . . . the girl is only eighteen, for shit sake.

“Is there needle and thread in the survival kit?” Carla asked, her voice soft and quivering.

“I believe so.”

“I can sew together two of these blankets, make a tent to cover us.”

He thought for a moment. “I might be able to get a couple of these seat backs off. Make it easier to sit, instead of this hard roof. Warmer on our butts too.”

“Metal’s hard.”

He was thinking about being human and something else becoming stiff with her clinging to him, and that didn’t make him happy. Embarrassing himself was not something he did regularly. In an hour by his watch, he had several seat backs off, lining them up. It was then he noticed several of the windows were cracked and one was completely broken. The packed snow didn’t allow wind to enter, but convection cold seeped into the bus like a frost bitten worm.

“Here we go,” Carla said. “Help me ti-ti-tie this to the seats.” It was large enough to cover about six foot, and drape down to stop any errand cold from the sides. They’d still need their blankets, but it would help.

He lay his head on a seat back, stretched out full length and pulled the extra blankets over them. He switched off the light to save the batteries. Darkness swept over them like a cloud filled night without city lights to reflect upon them.

“The lights right here, if you need it,” he said.

“Need heat more than light,” she said, “and we’ll have more if we take off our clothes.” She said it so matter-of-fact that it startled him. Heat rushed to his face. He felt her moving, knew she was removing her pants. Before he could say anything, he heard fabric rustle. Envisioned every move as the ripped jacket came off, top over her head. “Come on, hurry it up,”she said, “it’s cold out here.”

She was again snuggled to him, her head on his chest, legs covering his.

“Ah, warmth,” she whispered, her body nestling in with his.

He didn’t know if true or not, but in his mind he felt the hair covering the ‘vee’ between her legs tickle his skin. He thought her a little damp when she threw a leg over his stomach, but that was probably his imagination.

“I’ve never been this close to a naked man.” She giggled with teenage nervousness.

Great, I’m physically tangled with an impressive virgin who isn’t my wife, or even a fiancee . . . he willed his appendage to shrivel, but thoughts of what she could be doing only made it worse.

“Ohhh,” she whispered, “you’re . . . “

The sound of her voice, he thought, was more knowing than surprise.

“We’re both naked, and I am human.”

“I know about a penis,” she said. “I’ve had sex education.”

“Then you know how difficult this is.”

“We didn’t go into the physiological aspects of male sex.”


“I do know about babies, and other things.” She faltered, then it all came out in a rush.”Girls talk, you know. We’re not that much different from boys.”

Oh, yes, you are . . . Jeff envisioned her young, taunt body draped over his. Her hot breath did knowing things to him inside. Where were girls like you when I went to high school?

“Do you know anal?”she said.


“Have you had anal sex?”

“I heard what you said, and that’s none of your business. I don’t talk about what I have or have not done in private.” He’d only read magazine articles on the subject, but wasn’t about to explain that.

“So, you don’t screw and tell. But, I’ve never done anything sexual, unless you call kissing, and masturbation, sex.”

“Good for you, saving yourself.”

“I’m not saving anything. Just saying, I’m not about to get pregnant.”

So, you’ve . .?”

“Screw you . . . I’ve never been promiscuous.”

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I just never found it easy to talk about . . .”

“Sex?” she said. “Good to know.”

“Girl, I’m six or seven years older, and you’re not my type.”

“You don’t know my type, and I’m a woman, not a girl. I can make you cum just as well as someone your age.”

He remained silent, wondering, who is this girl?

“You don’t believe me?” she said, and grabbed him.

“Heyyy . . .”

The touch, a shout of her exasperation and need, rammed over him like a pot of molten metal. Her fingers working him like she’d milk a cow.

“Don’t.” he said, finally catching his breath. “That’s not appropriate.”

“You like being touched,” she said, “I can tell, and you don’t care which woman does it.”

Her closeness made him weak. A shutter ran through at her touch, and a woman’s throaty laugh came from under the dark, foil covers.

“See? Your body betrays you, and I like what I’m doing. Remember, I heard that radio too, and if I’m going to die, I’m not going without trying everything mother said was morally disgusting.”

“We’re not . . . going to die.”

“So, you say . . . Tell me what you like a woman to do,” she said, ignoring his denial of their future. “I know one thing, I’ll bet.”

With that, her lips squashed against his chest. “I love my nipples played with, do you?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Took a few seconds to find one in the dark, her hot breath stimulating the hair on his chest to a tornado of action.

Suddenly her lips found him, and quick heat flashed through his system.

“You shouldn’t . . . be doing that,” he said. A ragged deep breath entered the bus, and he prayed she wouldn’t stop.

“Even if it’s this enjoyable?”

“Just don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

“I finish everything.”

Her lips gathered in the nipple, sucked on it, played with it. Carla’s tongue swept around the now hardening little tower. Tweaked the other with her fingers. “I do this to myself sometimes.”

Jeff’s groan was not all involuntary, his fingers were counting ribs, found the tip of one breast squashed against his chest. Something he didn’t recognized filtered from her lips, an animal sound. Little vibrations that hung in his mind long after she’d made it.

He felt her push up, balancing on her arms, giving complete access. He hefted the breast as if he were a scale, and she a delicacy he was about to ravish. Heavy, round, better than a handful. She shivered, then attacked his other nipple, as if his ministrations had driven her to do it, turning his desire up like a dial on an electric stove.

“I’m all quivery inside,” she said, her voice low and gravelly, “with the thought of what comes next. My friends disagree . . . some don’t like it, others say it’s a wonderful experience, can’t get enough. Believe I’ll be one of the latter . . . guide me, I must know the taste of a man before I die.”

She moved down, kissing the flats of his stomach. On the way, her hair dragged over his skin in a torturing misfit of emotions. Anticipation, that warrior of desire beat inside his frenzied brain. Every muscle in his body demanded the torment, coaxed the end, and yet . . . Something soft and warm ran the full length, using him like an ear of corn. Jeff trembled under the touch, wished he could see what was happening, but the light would destroy the mood. She cradled him between those spellbinding, warm globes. Felt them slipping around him agonizingly slow. The sudden urge to burst flew across his libido like a feather dipped in hot grease. She caressed the head of him like a favorite ice cream bar or a piece of candy.

Her cheeks and tongue did their magic. On and off like someone rapidly flicking a light switch, jeff neared the explosion point.

“Should call this a suck job,” she said, breaking the spell, “there is no blowing.” She giggled around him. “How’m I doing?”

He almost blasted himself into her right then, but with a steel will brought himself back from eruption. She moved on, taking her time, humming ‘She’ll be coming round the Mountain.’ It was meant to be funny, he knew, but the vibrations sent him to the edge. His hips spasmed by themselves.

Startled by the quick upward force, Carla pulled back, and in one quick downward jab of her head took him to the root of his existence.

If this was illegal in some states, politicians obviously had never tried it.

Carla’s breath came in jagged gasps. “Didn’t know I’d like it this much,” she said, coming up for air. “My heart is racing.”

“You’ll like what I do for you much better.”

“I don’t know, this is pretty fantastic.” Her tongue swept over him lovingly, kissing the tip. She let out an exaggerated smacking of lips. He could almost see her tongue sneak out, licking her lips. “I want more,” she said and he hit the back of her throat as she attempted to take all of him again.

Her body convulsed, she was going to retch. Her pharynx opened in preparation, and Jeff slipped easily down Carla’s throat. The muscles tightened around him and he realized she’d just tried to swallow. He was there in that instant. Clamping down on his sphincter muscles, Jeff held it for a long count, the pleasure built in those few seconds until he could hold back no longer and spit a stream of pent up joy.

Everything halted, as if his cum startled her into complete submission. When the second discharge exploded down her throat, she resumed a slow tender action, worked over him until she had only the tip between her lips. He wondered if by chance she kept some of his discharge on her tongue just as another spasm grabbed him.

“I didn’t know it would be like this,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Forceful.” She laughed now, full and throaty, a woman sound. “Like sequential explosions, boom, boom, boom,” she said. “I’m in awe.”

A tiny smacking of lips came to him, this time without any sign of prevarication. “I actually like the taste. Do all men taste this good?”

“You should ask your girlfriends.”

“Think I will. At least I have something to compare and share. I’m going to try that again.”

“You’ll have to wait a few minutes.”


“I need to reload.”

“Ohhh.” That giggle again. She had transformed to teenager.

“It’s your turn,” he said. “Take my place down here.”

In a few seconds, she was under him. His hands caressed her face, a finger ran over the puffy lips, and he wondered if he’d bruised them in his excitement. The sides of her neck were extremely sensitive, under the ears and the small concave spots near the clavicle. His tongue flicked about her ears. He drew in an ear lobe, sucked it as she had him, and biting the neck with his lips produced an almost growl. Her head twisted into him. Jeff tasted her lips, hard and demanding.

“Did I tell you, I can touch my nose with the tip of my tongue?” she said.

He made love to her tongue to see. Right then he wanted to dive into her, smell the freshness of her, take her quick, satisfy his desire, but held himself in check. Finally reaching her breasts, he kissed the tops with windshield wiper like kisses, dipped between them, lingered over the breastbone, explored the mass of them, searched out each nipple, flicking them with the point of his tongue. Finally, taking one at a time between his lips, he sucked hard and soft, tit-for-tat, pulling each one until it nearly slipped from his lips, rolling the stretched flesh until she groaned. In one swift motion he was between her legs, found them to be longer than he thought. He loved long legs. Slipping his fingers under both sides of her tiny butt he balanced her on his hands, drew her into him.

At the contact Carla yelled. “Fuckin’ bitch,” The first orgasm hit hard. Her legs stiffened as she pushed to meet his thrusting. That growl again. “Ohh, fucck.”

He brought her to the finale.

Sweat covered, they lay side-by-side in each others arms, their breaths hot and heavy, hearts yammering.

“Now, that’s an orgasm,” she whispered, “Better than I get by hand.” She played with the hair on his chest.

“Told you so, want to go again?” he asked.

“Can you?”

“I have a mouth,” he said and laughed.

“Well, I could,” she said, “but you have to refill. That’s such a downer.”

“It’ll be up soon enough.”

“If not, I may have to give it resuscitation.”

“Hummmm.” His eyes rolled, but she couldn’t see that, or hear him wondering what came next in her mother’s abhorrent fantasies of what was morally disgusting.

* * *

The unapproachable, Mr. Jeff Morrison, how that has changed in such a few minutes. His breathing slow and strong under her ear, made him seem so close . . . if it weren’t for the mess they were in. If they were rescued, everything would reverse, except; something very important had just taken place. She had given for the first time, the most personal of all acts to a man she didn’t know. A tiny thrill flashed through her at the thought. The power she had over him in those few seconds, beyond belief. The Gemini twins mirrored how she felt, connected body and soul, and now her other half lay drained, slowed under the auspicious of sexual satisfaction.

Into her mind flashed a picture of just how wrong Misty had been. She knew now that her friend didn’t always know or tell the truth, doubted that Misty had even been close to her boyfriend’s prick. Poor Floyd. Come to think of it, poor me, because I believed. Misty’s words rang clear in her brain.

“All women do it,” Carla’s friend said, “including our respective mothers, they just don’t mention that in their little sex talks.” Then came the explanation of the very first time Misty went down on her boyfriend. “He got so worked up, grabbed my hair . . . that thing of his cut off my air, I gagged and threw up all over him. Served him right.”

This hadn’t actually been an endorsement, and Misty had said it tasted like poor man’s Okra, thick and slippery.

I hate Okra, nearly puke at the smell. If that’s what boys expect, piss on them. In the months since Misty’s little declaration, Carla had found one of her brother’s adult magazines,’The Joys of Oral Sex, and Other Interesting Pleasures.’ Coming downstairs to help for dinner that late afternoon, she found her mother already in the kitchen.

“Mother, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, dear. You can ask me anything.”

“Does anal sex hurt?”

The spoon Melody Phelps was stirring the carrots with slid from her fingers, disappeared into the bubbling pot.”Where in the world are you getting such nasty stuff? That’s for whore’s and prostitutes.”

“Heard about it at school,” Carla lied.

“Don’t believe everything from the school grounds.”

“Well . . .”

“Well what?”

“Nothing, I guess that’s something I don’t need to try.”

“Definitely. That’s the grossest thing I’ve ever heard. Any boy wants to do that, run like hell.”

Later that night, Carla turned out the light and lay for a long time thinking in the dark. She heard footsteps going into her parents room, her name being said, and getting up carefully placed her ear to the wall. Her mother’s voice explained about Carla’s sex question.

“What? Is she sexually active?”

“Heard it at School.”

“You explained that’s not a thing for teenage girls to think about, didn’t you?”

“In so many words . . .”

“Okay, then,” her father said. “She’s a smart kid.”

Carla’s ears perked at his next words, and she strained to hear.

“I’m really in the mood,” her father said, “for something like last night.”

There was a moments hesitation before her mother’s whispered answer.

“Honey, regular sex would be better tonight, I’m just too sore down there.”

Carla backed from the wall almost tripping over a pile of dirty clothes. She couldn’t believe what she’d heard. Was Misty really correct, that all couples including her own mother and father actually did it, and after all her mother’s berating of anal sex. Her ear plastered back to the wall. The catlike sound of springs compressing and decompressing, then the sex driven rustle of her mother’s whisper.

“Now, before you come, get up here.”

Silence after that, except Carla thought she heard a low groan from her father.

Not only a liar, my mother’s a fucking hypocrite. Carla almost laughed out loud at her sense of irony, caught herself just in time. Her parents thought she was asleep, best to let them continue to believe that.

Slowly the veil of the past disappeared, and she smiled. What’s good for mother is certainly good for me.

This nakedness is a bit of alright. Mr. Morrison, her first actual lover, smelled like fresh mint soap, and lying skin to skin with him sent ripples of pleasure through her body. Carla knew basically what men wanted out of sex, but anything special, she reasoned, was an individual’s taste. Thinking back, Mr. Morrison had definitely startled her by his hardness. She had been thinking more in terms of the texture of sausage, not cucumber. That first touch had been an accident, but curiosity forced her hand.

She’d kissed his chest simply because it had been there, and his smaller nipples. Had to find out if they had feeling like hers. When he finally touched her, a fervor cascaded through her being like the first splash of warm water on a cold night . . . She felt certain that Morrison knew the nervous excitement that rampaged through her, the untested emotions she was unaware that existed inside her.

Startled at her own brazenness, once begun, no way she could have stopped. Amazed that he tasted like . . . skin, the same as when she sucked on her own nipples. She’d expected more, something different, manly. The rubbery tip was easy to manipulate, the shaft very ridged, the surrounding skin taunt but pliable, and the longer she continued, the more energized she became.

She’d been prepared for cum, just not quite in the manner that it did. That torpedo dive beyond her tonsils was a complete surprise. Every ejaculate, each pulse of his manhood could be felt down to her toes. Bile had risen unbidden, and she’d managed a quick swallow to keep it down. His first burst of seminal fluid traveled the course to her stomach in less than ten seconds, and that appeared in her disappointment. When the final dregs seeped out though, Carla spread it around the inside of her mouth with loving attention, the light scent of it filled her with increased desire and helplessness.

Then he was saying something . . . for her to lie on her back. Wait, she wasn’t finished. What was he doing, hands on her ass, lifting, massaging her little puckered cave . . . Hummmm. Now that was more than good, it was suburb . . . “Ahhhhh.” Her legs kicked out involuntarily, heels beating his back, she spasmed, stomach fluttering, felt her pussy clench. His lips kissed the folds of her labia, his tongue searched inside as if to pull out her very essence. “Ohhhhh Shitttt.”

* * *

“That was unexpected,” she whispered, several minutes later.

“What’d you say?”

“That second orgasm was wonderfully intense.”

“Hummm, glad you liked it.”

Her own handiwork never reached two climaxes.

“A first,” she said, gratified, and laying a cheek over his belly button, found him wilted, a tiny bit of fluid in the crown-slit. She inserted the tip of her tongue. Sure of herself now, Carla promptly filled her oral cavity, gently swishing his member around, she thought, like a small wash machine. The scent of him drew on her unseen desires, and she wondered how much of him she could stuff inside.

I’m definitely an oral person.

Holding her breath, she could finally wait no longer as Jeff expanded to such proportions as to cause her discomfort. First one of his boys, then the other slid out and he stretched and unfolded, filling the remaining space.


Her laughter was the marriage of teenage flirt and whore.

“You bit.”

“Of course,” she said, rather matter-of-fact.


“Because I wanted.”

“Please, don’t want too again. That hurt.”

“Poor baby,” she said and suckled him.

“Be careful.”

“Hummm,” she murmured around him. “Of course.”

She used him for the better part of twenty minutes. The adult in her delighted in his stamina, his wariness, the teenager in her once again, the playful, the experimenter. Bringing Jeff to the brink, backing off, pushing him up the ladder again and again until it felt like hours had passed. The adult she inspired to be made love to him as if it were their last second on earth, cramming every little nuance she thought of into each moment.

When he was more than ready, she pointed him to the sky, and straddled his body, fit the rubbery round head between her legs.


“What’s wrong.”

“I’m not prepared, don’t have anything with me.”

“Have what?”

“You know.”

Her quick, deep laugh was all knowing, definitely adult. She rubbed him over the soft part of her; jerked when he touched her steaming spot, her breath catching in that instant.

“Not to worry,” she said, then added, “I feel an urge to talk dirty. Do you like women to talk dirty during sex?”

“Would you?” he asked.

“Don’t answer a question with one, that’s rude, but I might, under certain circumstances. Do you want to cum in my pussy?”

That startled him. No, he didn’t and was about to say so, didn’t get the chance.

“I want you to cum in me,” she said, and slipped him to the entrance, letting her body settle. Carla grunted at the tightness, moved in a slow circle over him. He was sunk half-mast.

“No,” he said, and pulled back as far as he could,”what are you doing?”

She turned around to face him.

“Damn it,” she said, grabbing his arms.”Put your fuckin’ hands on my tits and get working.”

He felt helpless with need, did as she bid. Facing this way she had to position herself just right, and finally with some extensive pushing he slipped inside. The muscles surrounding her tight, little opening clamped down hard, and she wiggled her ass pushing until he was as far as he was ever going to go.

Carla’s breath sounded like a horse after a mile run. Her heart rushed to catch up. She was finally doing it. Had a man inside fucking her, and oh she liked it. On the bottom she realized he wasn’t able to move freely, and she did all the work. His fingers pulled and twisted her sensitive nipples. At one point he bent forward and took one in his mouth. His sucking and nipping drove her pleasure factor almost to a ten. So tight around him.

“Suck my tits,” she said. “Better then my fingers.” She tried to kiss his lips, but they were busy, kissed his cheek and forehead instead.. Her arms whipped around his head, pulling him into her, squashing her breast. She heard him gasp, released the pressure.

“I’m going to cum,” she said, “cum with me, cum with me . . . uhhhhh.”

He was just seconds behind.

She felt him expand as the first bouts of her pleasure released. He pushed further into her, sent her way over the edge. His balls gathered and let go, a multitude of fireworks and she thought he would never stop. Four huge convulsions, each one seemed as powerful as the first. Jeff held her as if the slightest nudge would topple them both. Slowly he shrank, but her hot little cavern would not loosen. She continued to rotate her hips, clenching and unclenching the muscles around him, as if milking the very last strokes of pleasure from him. They remained together until he was softer than hot butter and he slipped from her little puckered starfish with a groan.

“Whoa, that was special.”

“Yes, it was,” he said, “beautiful.”

“So, now that you’ve had two of my holes. Want to go for the third?”

* * *

He looked at his watch, the light from the flash glowed dim orange. Shadows made harsh, thick lines across the features of his passenger’s delicate face. Jeff, breathing in the warmth of her natural perfume was struck by her simple beauty. She clutched, half-consciously the shiny blanket to her bosom. The crinkles of it looking like tiny cracks in a shroud of metal.

“We must think about getting out of here,” he said, “Batteries giving out.”

“You said they would find us.”

“And they will, it’s just better if we try on our own.”

“How long has it been?”

“Too long, almost thirty-six hours, and I’m hungry.”

“I won’t starve,” she said,” I know where there’s plenty of protein.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Jeff searched for his pants and shirt, struggled into them.

“You’re sure we can’t wait a little longer?” She reached out. He hadn’t pulled his pants to his waist yet, and she took hold. “Once more?”


“You promise?”


Her laughter said, if anyone else was listening, that she was well aware he’d keep his promise, and gave him a lingering kiss.

“Okay then,” he said, gently breaking free.

“Can’t get enough of you.” Carla said, her laugh turned to a healthy chuckle, signing his accord, “but I’ll wait.”

His belt whapped against something as he cinched up his pants, and wondered how that would feel on the bare bottom. A little sadistic tendencies there, fella? Perhaps a mutual flogging was in order. His grin split wide in the dark, and looked over as Carla drew the thin poly-foil blanket tighter around her.

* * *

He felt more than a twinge at that last kiss, and wondered about his feelings for the girl. Carla Phelps at the moment, he knew, was totally enamored by the physical aspect of their relationship, but he looked for something longer lasting.

Once Jeff had his clothes in order, he headed toward the broken window he’d seen earlier. The yellow bleached out beam of his light would not last much longer, and this might be the only time he would be able to see how much damage the bus had sustained, and if they would be able to leave.

He kicked out the rest of the window, drew in the glass pieces and deposited them out of the way. This took a good amount of time, and the light was all but out. From what he could see, the snow didn’t seem tightly packed around the window, and figured he might be able to dig out enough to at least estimate how deep they were buried.

They should keep extra batteries on the bus. That made sense to him, but where? He didn’t remember seeing any in the emergency kit. There hadn’t been room. He started back. It was worth a try to use what life was left in the flashlight to search.

“I think, if we can find batteries for the flashlight, we could dig out,” he said.

“Where would they be kept?”

“Don’t know. We’ll have to search. The glove box would be a good beginning.”

“You do know about boxes,” she said, “Took care one that I’m very aware of.”

“Is sex, all you have on your mind?”

“At the moment–I think you’ve destroyed me for anyone else.”

“Okay then, I’ll check the . . . glove box.”

“Damn,” she said, feinting disappointment.

“Get to yours later.”

“Oooohh. I’ll be right here.”

“Not a pout a doubt it,” Jeff said, and thought he’d heard something more than lighthearted sexiness in her voice. In her bravado, he felt, she was also really scared.

The flashlight became so out-of-it, it was not more than a glow, and still no batteries jumped out at him. He switched it off, hoping the batteries might return more light after a prolong rest. Pulling back the edge of their homemade tent he crawled under, let the edges drop.

Nothing, huh?

“Not yet,” he said, “but I did bring back matches, and a magazine.”

“We going to read?”

Carla’s voice quavered.

“It’s to start a fire, if we need.”


That single word told him more than if she had actually begun to cry.

“We’re fine,” Jeff told her. “We’ll see rescuers soon.”

He didn’t hear her attempting to dress, so, wasn’t likely she believed there was a search party. He reached where he thought her shivering body might be, pulled her to him. She stayed that way for a long time, and he thought she might have gone to sleep. He was about to drop off himself–.

“Damn, your belt buckle is ice cold,” she said.

He quickly undressed. Wouldn’t want her to be any colder than necessary.

“What’s your favorite position?” she said, when he was finished.

The question seemed to come so natural from her, that he answered without thinking.


“Found out when I did it that first time, that I definitely love oral sex.”

“All aspects of sex are great,” he countered, “but yes, I love oral with a caring partner.”

“Any special things you like your partners to do? Anything forbidden?”

“Doing what comes naturally, fun, and I don’t mind some experimentation. I close the door to out and out S&M.”

“A little is okay, then?”

“A little slap on the butt now and then, teasing, toys, harmless games okay . . . brutalizing and torture, no way. You into that it’ll be without me.”

“Alright then. Lets get to it.”

“To what?”

“Your favorite position of course. I have a lot to learn. I’ll be bottom to start.”

He heard and felt Carla sliding down.

“Come on, I’m ready.”

Jeff quickly turned around, moved into position.

“Ow. Thought you said you weren’t into S&M.”

“Sorry. You okay?”

“Here,” she said, this time, guided his knee safely over her head.

“I’m really sorry.”

She answered by throwing her arms around his waist, pulling herself up, and taking him deep. He became too busy to know how long they were attached, but he’d never felt anything like this. She kept her nose buried, pulling back only long enough to breath. He tried a couple times to help her, but evidently she was not having him pull away. In the excitement, her teeth scraped him. Pulling away hadn’t done any good before, so he pushed, but there was no place for her to go, and he slipped down her throat. Here she hung, writhing.

At first, he thought she was acting, the movements of her head so invigorated him, that he pushed further. That’s when her arms dropped from his waist, his knees gave way and they both fell to the seat cushion. He hit right after, up to the hilt. Her teeth crunched down, and he was instantly up.

“Owww.” They said almost instantly.

“We need to be careful,” he said, after catching his breath, “one or both of us is going to get hurt.”

“I love sucking your cock, but don’t force it down my throat. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

“I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Didn’t mean to bite either. Change positions with me, that way I can control how much I absorb.”

After they’d switched places, Jeff found that she could do more for him in this position, and she did. He reciprocated, but couldn’t do all the things he wanted, still her breasts were in the right position, and he loved their heaviness, how they fell neatly into his upright palms. He started with slow gentle movements, and as she became more excited, increased the strength of his manipulations until she moaned with painful pleasure. When she reached the point of maximum release, he inserted a finger into her tight little ass, pushed it to the second knuckle.


She exploded, and he moved the finger in as big a circle as her body would allow. All the while constant, moving pressure with his tongue on Carla’s budding clit forced her into another.

“Oh, Fuck.”

Her words bounced off the metal of the downed bus, radiated in his ears, punched him to greater exuberance Then he was engulfed as she shook with orgasm, and he exploded in that instant. Her groaning brought him to greater heights and when he emptied his last, she settled all ninety-eight pounds of her upon him with a final sigh. She kept him engaged, refused to give him release.

Carla sighed finally like an animal at peace.

“And, it only gets better,” she said.

Her breathing was the only thing that told him she still lived.

The illuminance on the hands of his watch drifted steadily toward 7am. In the light of the new day, which was still as dark as a cave at midnight, Jeff had woke to a sore back, and whimpering. So faint the utterance, he had to really listen to know if he’d heard anything at all. Which made him feel as if he were spying, an outsider staring into a window of Carla Phelps soul. She’d finally succumbed to the fear that held both of them in its mighty grip. He scooted next to her in spoon fashion. Immediately she took Jeff’s hand, pulled it to her heart, held it there in both tiny hands. He kissed the back of her head, knowing her hair was probably a dirty, tangled mess. Carla began to sob then.

“Come here,” he said, his voice soft and inviting her to face him.

Her face buried into his chest, and he kissed the top of her head several times, cradled her in his arms.”We’re going to get out of here,” Jeff said, “believe that.”

“It’s just too much, I . . .”

“I understand. For a first time snowbound, you’re very brave.”

“Feel more like a child on her first ride at the carnival.”

He chuckled.

“I’m scared too.”

“You don’t act it.”

“I definitely feel the pressure,” he said. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be going crazy right about now.”

He thought about those last words, and knew they were true. Saving face in front of a girl, uh, woman . . . if he didn’t have to hold himself together for her, he’d fold, maybe even give up permanently. He’d never been good under pressure until now. He planned to really get to know this Carla Phelps. What is it about this particular girl that keeps me in check, makes me motivated and calm at the same time?

He knew the water bottles were nearly empty. They must melt snow, but the paper he’d found wouldn’t produce enough heat to melt a fraction of what they needed. He thought hard and long, couldn’t think of anything to use for fuel, and his head drooped. He drifted between sleep and hazy periods of near awareness. It didn’t matter when the idea appeared, but he was fully awake now.

“I have it.”

“My God, you woke me. What is it?”

“Gasoline, we can use the gasoline in the tank to melt snow.”

“Whoa, that’s dangerous. Gasoline explodes.”

“Only if contained,” he said. “In the open, it burns like anything else.”

Jeff’s hands scrambled for the flashlight. The light was dim, but bright enough to find the emergency kit. Inside he found the fits-all plyers, proceeded to pop open the cover to the cab-over engine. Dragging the fiberglass bonnet out of the way, he pushed it under the up-side down stair well. Now that the engine was exposed he searched for the carburetor fuel line, found it and began to loosen the connection with the fits-all.

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It was a day like any other. I had come to work and was fiddling with my equipment, checking shutters, lights, making sure my stuff was in proper working condition. I was one of the photographers at the studio, but we all had our own equipment since we often went on location often setting up a make shift studio on the spot.

Most of our clients were commercial accounts, although we did do weddings, parties, and family portraits from time to time. Today was slow, I was waiting for a shipment of hand tools to arrive to take pictures of for each tools packaging that it would be put in. It wasn’t too hard work, although I’d admit that it wasn’t what I went to college for, I had dreams of being a fashion/art photographer but I was making good money doing this so I wasn’t complaining. I always liked the shoots that had real models in them cause it was always more fun working with a real person than an inanimate object. My extension rang and I picked it up.

“Hello, CBA Photography, this is BJ,” I answered. A quiet sultry female voice asked if this was one of the photographers.

“It sure is miss, how can I help you?”

She asked if I ever took private family photos, and I told her that we did, but usually only when we were not busy. She asked if I or any of the other photographers did work on the side for extra money and I told her that depending on the work I was always interested in making money on the side. She told me her name was Erin and that she wanted to take some portraits and maybe some headshots because she was an aspiring actress. I told her I’d be happy to do that for her and we set up a shoot for the next day when I got off work.

She told me to do the shoot at her house, for there was a great backyard that she said would make a nice background. I drove out to her house around 3:00 pm, and after a short drive through the country I arrived at a small but nice looking ranch house off of a long driveway. Erin had been right, her property was very pretty, and secluded which was also quite nice. I got out of my truck and walked up to the door. Before I even knocked the door opened and a very cute young girl around 21 opened the door. She was about 5 foot 4, and had a nice sporty body.

“Nice to meet you Erin” I said offering my hand.

“Thanks for coming all the way out here BJ, I’ve been wanting some nice pictures for a while but didn’t want to go to some portrait studio with a bunch of screaming kids waiting in the lobby.” She said looking at me with her big blue eyes.

I laughed and told her that I’d just be a minute getting my equipment from my truck and where would she like to start. She told me the backyard would be good to start with cause it wouldn’t be sunny too much longer. I grabbed my stuff and headed around the side of her house. We decided to do some full-length shots of her in a summer dress with out shoes. She looked great with the sun starting to go down and the light just bounced off her short blonde hair catching the red highlights. Erin had a nice body that looked good in her dress, showing off enough curves to entice but nothing too revealing. After a roll of film I asked her if she had any other outfits to try on before the sun set. She quickly ran into the house while I changed film and emerged in a wonderful one-piece bathing suit. She said that some modeling jobs wanted a swimsuit shot and this was the only one that was clean. I did admit that she looked great; the suit hugged her breasts and showed of her hips. Her legs were long and toned; she must be an athlete, maybe a tennis player or a swimmer.

She did some nice standing poses, then lay in the grass on her stomach and crossed her feet at her ankles up in the air. She arched her back, showing her amazing ass. It looked so tight! She gave me some great pouty looks, the camera was eating her up, and she had this sensual smile. I used another roll on her and by this point the sun was getting a little to low for the lighting I wanted. I suggested if she wanted anything more we should head inside and I would set up my studio lights.

She said she had a few more outfits to try on, so we went inside and I got out my lights and stands and started to set up in her living room. There was a lot of space in there and after moving some tables out of the way I had a nice space to work with. Erin gave me a beer and said she was going to change. I sipped away while I used my light meter and checked my lights to get a nice warm effect. Erin went into her room and changed, although I noticed she didn’t close the door. She emerged after a minute in a clingy red nighty this was getting interesting. The outfit was actually a sheer red material that went down to her thighs, underneath was a red bra and thong. The out fit looked gorgeous on her. She smiled when she saw my eyes pop out.

“I guess you approve, I hope I’m not embarrassing you, but I figured while you’re here I might as well get the most out of you. I’m rally proud of my body right now, I’ve been working out and I figure this is the best I’ll ever look, might as well get it on film.” She explained.

“Fine by me, I just want to say how great you look in that” I said.

“Thank you, but I think I look better out of it.” She said with a wink.

She then got down on the floor and did a number of sultry and sexy poses. I guided her through some, but most she came up with on her own. She was on all fours sticking her ass up in the air when I ran out of a roll. She said she was going to change while I changed rolls. After about five minutes of waiting, I walked down the hall to her open bedroom door. She was standing there naked, her 36 b breasts stood perky and her nipples were hard. She was looking through her closet, she turned and saw me and smiled.

“I’m having a hard time deciding what to wear.” She said as she winked. “Why don’t you help me out?”

I walked over and looked into her closet, she stood in front of me so I checked out her sweet ass as she sorted through some lingerie. She quickly turned around and caught me looking at her ass, now I was staring at her perky tits, and shaved pussy.

“This must be tough for you,” she said, as she rubbed the front of my jeans.” I’d like to help you out if I could.”

Then Erin slowly walked me back and pushed me on to her bed. She grabbed my belt and unzipped my jeans pulling them down. She smiled as she saw my hard cock outlined through the boxer briefs I was wearing. I pulled my t-shirt over my head as Erin got down on her knees and removed my shoes and pants off my feet. Then she grabbed my briefs and yanked them down. My throbbing cock sprung forth and she quickly grabbed it in her small hands.

“Mmmm, this looks yummy!”

She quickly licked my 6-½ inches up and down. It felt amazing, her tongue licked my head slowly, and then she swallowed as much of my hard cock as possible. I was in heaven. She continued sucking me up and down, getting my dick extremely hard. With my dick still in her sweet mouth, she climbed on the bed allowing me to rub her body. I pinched her nipples, softly, then harder. She moaned while licking my hairless balls. I took one of her legs and raised it over my head so that she was now straddling my face. I licked her inner things and dipped my tongue into her wetness. She moaned as my tongue found her clit and began to work it over with slow methodic licking and sucking.

I alternated between her hot clit and slowly fucking her sweet pussy with my tongue. She tasted wonderful, and she was soaking. She began to shove her pussy more towards my outstretched tongue. My hands roamed over her tight ass, rubbing her cheeks and pulling her closer. She continued her deep throating, coming up for air only to let out purrs of desire. We continued our sweet 69 for several minutes culminating in a multiple orgasm outburst, as I got soaked in her wetness.

“Wow, that was great, but I want this big guy inside me now!” She yelled.

Erin quickly turned around and sat on my hard on. She slide my cock slowly into her wet pussy, it was so tight. She leaned in and kissed me deep tasting her own juices on my tongue. We slowly fucked like this for several minutes, kissing deeply the whole time. She rode me hard and deep; her pussy was tight and very wet. After she came again, she wanted to have me on top of her, so she rolled over and I spread her muscled legs wide and slowly slide in and out so we could both see my dick penetrating her. My pace increased faster and faster, holding her legs wide.

“Oh god, yes give me that hard dick! Fuck me hard BJ! Oh god I’m gonna cumm…” She screamed and trailed off into a low moan.

“Oh you’re so tight, you look so hot and feel so good!” I whispered into her ear. “I want you to cum in my pussy!” She whispered back.

I let go of her legs and she quickly wrapped them around my body, my hands grabbed her ass as hers grabbed mine. I began to thrust faster and harder. My finger rubbed her tight asshole, and she did the same for me. I inserted and finger in her and she moaned loudly into my ear. She followed by doing the same to me and it was at this point when I felt an orgasm bearing down on me hard. She began to fuck my ass as I fucked her pussy and ass at the same time. Finally I could take no more and I came hard into her sweet pussy.

“Oh yes Erin, I’m cumming so hard, your sooo good!” I yelled.

“Oh me toooooo………….” She screamed.

I kept my cock jammed inside her tightness as we both came. It felt as though we were one person. We kissed deeply, out tongues playing with each other. We held each other for several minutes still inside each other. She asked if I wanted to take a shower, and we climbed into her large shower room. We quickly soaped each other up, each taking turns rubbing each other’s bodies. The warm water felt fabulous as we kissed in the steamy shower. She then rubbed my cock and surprisingly it came to life under her soft sensual touch. Her soapy hand rubbed both my growing cock and massaged my balls. She asked if I had ever tried anal. I told her I hadn’t but was curious. She quickly knelt on a padded seat that was in the corner of the square shaped stall. I got behind her and rubbed my now hard cock on her asshole. She pushed against my hard on and slowly took my cock inch by inch. The water ran down her back over her ass wetting my cock and her asshole at the same time. I slowly slide my cock deeper and deeper, she squeezed her ass muscle as she turned her head and winked at me. She was tighter than anything I’d ever been in. I was the best feeling my cock had ever had. I slowly slide back and forth while my hands pinched her nipples.

Erin kept pushing her ass into my dick, grinding into me. She had one hand to support herself while the other was playing with her clit. I finally got all the way inside her and soon felt another orgasm coming. I told her this and she said to cum deep in her ass because she was going to cum too. We both came at the same time again, moaning deep as the water ran over our naked bodies. I slipped out of her tight ass and she turned around and stood to kiss me deep.

“Thank you for that, it was amazing!” she said.

“No thank you, I’ve never had an orgasm like that.” I told her.

“Well maybe it’s just the first of many!” she giggled.

We dried each other off, and went to her bed where we curled up in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep.

Pantone 101. Yellow, but on the delicate side. Not, “look at me” sunshine yellow. I selected and swapped the colours and leaned back in my chair to squint at the results. I propped my feet up on the side cabinet and reached for a sip of water. Not bad, not bad.

I heard the scuff-scuff-scuff of slippers on the carpet, and then across the lino of the kitchen. The fridge door opened. The fridge door closed.

I called out, “We’re going to lunch with Harry. You’ll spoil your appetite.”


“I thought you were working.” Val leaned against the corner of the wall and gave me an accusing glare. She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her hands inside the sleeves of my burgundy hoodie. Since I had nearly 15 centimeters and a good 40 kilos over her, Val could nearly use the thing as a robe. The hem went halfway to her knees. Below the hem were the flannel blue and yellow ducky pyjamas she had brought. My suede and sheepskin slippers, with an extra sock wadded in the toe to keep them on, completed the illusion of a freezing ten-year old.

Assessing the clothes she had brought with her on this trip, you’d think my sister had been raised in Houston and only recently experienced Canada in winter, instead of the other way around.

“I am working. I’m employing my extraordinary artistic aesthetic just now.” 
Val snorted and shuffled around to look, leaning on my shoulder. She yawned. Well, annual reports for insurance firms will do that to anyone. But, that’s how graphic artists make their bread and butter.

She fluffed at her neck-length curly black hair, identical to my shorter cut curls. She scuffed off to one of the big “client chairs” I have in my workspace and huddled into it. Val looked out the floor-to-ceiling balcony doors at the sun twinkling off a hundred icicles.

“How can you not be cold? Can’t we close the drapes?”

“We’re not shutting out that wonderful sun for you, or any wimp like you.”

“I’m gonna tell on you. Calling me names.”

“Phone’s over there. Tell mom I said ‘hey’.” 
A long silence passed. I decided the font would not do at all. I sat forward and started scrolling through my list. Maybe something with an old-timey feel… 
”I finished the book you suggested. I liked it a lot.”

I brought myself away from the world of fonts and annual reports.

“Good. I knew you would.”

“Now I’m bored.”

“Get another book from my library.”

“I let a good book digest before I start a new one.” 
”Watch a video.”


I clucked my tongue against my teeth. I spun around on my drafting chair to cock my head at her.

“Val. I am tickled to death you came up here to visit Harry and me. I’m glad you thought of the idea when your hubby had to go on a business expedition for a month. I am actually not embarrassed to say that I love my little sister. But, I was under the impression you were 28, not 8.”

Val sighed and climbed out the chair. She scuffed over and gave me a peck on the cheek. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” Her smile crinkled her big hazel eyes.

I shrugged apologetically. “It’s just that, if I can finish a first draft of this thing before lunch, I’ll be free to play from lunch until the client gets back to me. Which I’m pretty sure won’t be until after the weekend.”

She nodded and took two shuffles back to my den room. She turned back. “Didn’t I see an exercise room in the 10 cent tour you gave me?”


She gave a sharper nod. “That’s what I’ll do. I’m getting all lazy and flabby.” She flicked off the oversize slippers and skipped down the hallway. I laughed to myself. Lazy, maybe, but nobody would ever call my perky, svelte, biggest-claim-to-an-athlete-our- family-has, sister “flabby”.

Val came bouncing out ten minutes later. She had on one of my white t-shirts. Cheap quality mementos from charity events and such, which I keep for exercising. Like the hoodie, it went down further than some dresses she’s worn. Bright pink legs made for a startling contrast. She had on her own sneakers and carried a towel.

“Nice legs. Did you mug a flamingo?” Which was required brotherly banter. Val had magnificent legs.

“These are the leotards I brought for long underwear. With your stupid circus tent shirts, I think I can pass in public.”

“Hey, that’s a shirt from a previous life.”

“I know.” She gave me a hug. “Well done you.”

She jangled the spare keys I had given her. “These will get me in?”

I nodded. “Have fun. Remember, Harry is shooting for noon-ish.”

“Plenty of time. Finish your work.” And she was gone.


I gave the email a last proofread, made sure it had all the attachments, and hit “Send”. I leaned back with a contented sigh, hands behind my head, watching the file transfer bar launch my work away into the tubes. 
Done and done, I stood and stretched until I cracked. I gave a sniff. Maybe a shower and then be ready in good time…I paused. I checked the time on my computer. Where the heck did Val get to? She’s the McAllister jock, but jeez. She’ll be a stunned wreck for the rest of the day if she’s been working out this long.

I clicked my teeth and frowned in thought. Nothing bad could have happen. She didn’t even leave the building, and the tenants of the Avalon Apartment building were the…

Holy jumpin’ jezuz on a pogo stick.

A goodly number of the tenants of the Avalon ranked as the horniest, most sex-crazed people in the city. If not the country. Possibly the entire world. I had the happy, well-exercised cock to prove it. I thought of the wonderful, wonderful moments I had had in this building, breaking free of my legacy as the “shy McAllister boy”. Val never had such a label come near her. My baby sister could be down in that exercise room right now making ecstatic noises only dogs can hear.

This gave me a hot twitch in my crotch that raised an eyebrow. Just how open-minded had I become? How much farther was I prepared to open it? Very interesting.

A more mundane possibility of her lying helpless with a pulled hamstring or something crossed my mind. I had to find out. 
Collecting my keys, I left and hustled down the three flights of stairs. Nobody on the ground floor. I sidled up to the dark blue door that led to the laundry and then to the gym and pressed my ear to it. Not a peep. No chugging washing machine, no whimpers for help, no orgasmic yodels.

I slipped my key in the lock with the utmost care and ever so slowly turned the knob. I pushed the thick door open and poked my head in. An empty and silent laundry room with the door to the exercise room wide open. I tiptoed on sock feet through the lingering aroma of fabric softener and eased to the wall alongside the door. I could see the wall-spanning mirror, and thus, the entire exercise gym.

Val stood in a half-crouch that people seem to adopt when they’re being sneaky. She stood with ear pressed to the door that led to the sauna, shower and washroom. The sweat blotches on the shirt and the damp ringlets of hair plastered to her forehead showed she had had her workout. Now she had a new activity. One hand held the hem of the shirt bunched in a fist and the heel of her other hand pressed and massaged her pussy.

That hot twitch sparked through me again. I enjoyed the scene for a moment, but then confused guilt sent me sliding back across the laundry room. I opened and closed the door naturally and whistled a tune between my teeth as I stepped to the exercise room.

The warning had been enough for Val to move her hands, but she didn’t bother moving from her position by the door. She motioned me forward, while putting her finger over her lips in a shush. I came against the door and hunkered over. Being a thin thing designed only for a token of privacy for those taking a shower, the sounds came through the plastic without much effort.

Two, no, definitely three voices partook of some gold medal sexual hijinks. Moans, groans and growled profanity mingled with percussive slapping. I couldn’t identify any of them. Bad luck that Val was here. I only knew a few of the swingers in Avalon so far and would have liked to have somehow met these folks.

Val’s eyes gleamed at me as she smiled in guilty shock. Who was the greater rascal? The people fucking in a quasi-public space or the person eavesdropping on such a scandalous act but enjoying it immensely? Val’s listened intently, her face flushed and not only from exercise.

A choked series of profanities and soft screams told us the show had finished. Val closed her eyes and licked her lips. She fluffed out the neckline of the shirt to get some cooling air. For myself, the situation and room sent me down a scalding hot memory lane. I reached out for Val’s hand and led her tiptoe away. She didn’t resist.

Once in the stairwell, Val burst out with in excited laughter “That was the most gawdamn thing I’ve ever experienced! WHEW! I can’t get my head around it. People having sex right there in the gym!” She babbled in this hyper excited all the way up the stairs and back into my apartment. She collapsed into a chair and then sprang right back up again, pacing. I parked myself in my swivel studio chair, smiling as I watched her.

“I can’t believe such stuff really happens. People screwing where they could get caught by anyone pedaling the stationary bike. Just having a sex! And I counted three voices, for sure! Maybe four! It was a gawdamn orgy! A real orgy in a real public place! Holy crap on a cracker!”

“You don’t seem too cold now.”

Val barked another little laugh. “I don’t know what I feel, but I’m not cold, that’s for sure.”

“What do you…”

“I feel shocked. I feel disgusted. I feel hornier than hell. I don’t know whether I should report this to the police or the building manager or just hope I can listen again before I leave.” Val ricocheted around my studio. The damp t-shirt clung to her small, perky breasts. I’ve never seen this cheap souvenir shirt on a woman not wearing a bra. The thin material had gone translucent and I had a private wet t-shirt contest. Val did not seem to be aware of the show. I squirmed and adjusted my legs.

“What should we do? Call your landlords?” Val stopped, hands on hips, eyes blazing at me, face red and gleaming with perspiration.

“No, I don’t think that’ll do much good.” The building managers were the Poirers, my mentors in smut. They likely as not organized the sex romp.

“Why?” Val demanded.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Live and let live, says I.”

She looked me up and down, eyes narrowing, crossing her arms under her boobs. This pulled the material tight across some really excited nipples. “You don’t seem too upset by this.”

If I stood up straight, you really may change your opinion. But that seems rude in front of my sister. Out loud, I said in a amazingly smooth voice, “Um…huh? Upset?”

Val’s suspicious look didn’t fade as she bent over to unlace her sneakers. The baggy shirt pulled away from her damp skin and the view I got down the gaping neckline widened my eyes. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and places where, in all decency, it shouldn’t go. Now I really would have to wait before standing up.

“Oh!” Val bounced (!) up again and pointed a finger at me, eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’ve caught the show before! You’ve exercised down there and heard those sex maniacs before!”

“Ah, yes. That’s it. You’ve sussed it out. Guilty as charged. Well done.”

Pleased with herself, she did a little skip-jig. Her little boobies with the nipples of wonder skip-jigged along with her. “Not only have you listened to them, you’ve probably beat off to them. My brother’s a perv! But, I guess I sort of am now, too.”

She came up closer to me, in a confidential manner. She bit on her thumbnail, face impish. “Just between us pervs, how often have they done it? How many times have you played Peeping Tom?” She screwed up her face. “No, not peeping…what’s the listening version? ‘Eavesdropping Earl’? Listening to them fucking was so hot, I’m surprised there isn’t a term for it.”

I’ve never been my sister’s confidante. This sexual babble coming out her gave me more unseemly hot surges. I wish she’d go change her clothes. I wish she’d bend over again. I felt a bit dizzy.

Val raised an eyebrow and looked me over. She smiled and gave me a sly look from the corner of her eye. “I may be jumping to conclusions. I only went as far as “Eavesdropping Emily” today. I’m thinking my brother might just have gotten his Peeping Tom Badge, too.”

“What? No, um. No. That’s, er…ridiculous.”

“Omigawd! You did! You slipped in and copped an eyeful. I don’t know whether to be shocked or jealous. Val shook her head and grinned ear to ear. “Right now, jealous. Definitely jealous. I’d insist on the sweaty details, ALL the sweaty, sexy, smutty details but I couldn’t put my shy, modest brother through that. What are you smiling at?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just embarrassment leaking through.”

She winked at me. “Yeah, yeah. Happy peeping memories, I bet.” Val turned and strode off. “I”m going to grab a hot shower and also…cool off. No peeking!”

Laughing at her own wit, I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start.

I fell forward, head on crossed arms. Could I have a boner this hard without going to hell? Can a guy get locked up for jerking off to his sister’s sex talk? I sat back up and ran my hands over my face. Well, hell or jail, I spit in your eye. I needed to pop a cork.

I cocked an ear as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. The shower blasted. My mental big screen filled with nude images of Val soapy and wet and gleaming naked and madly masturbating under the water…I gave my head a shake. My cock throbbed in the air. It wanted me to stay on that channel, but too bad.

I started to beat my baloney in a hard pumping fist and closed my eyes. I tried to bring up sexy images to pretend my sister had nothing to do with my jerking off. Well, most of the urges lay deeper with the memories of the amazing time I had had in that sauna. Where I caught Linda doing just what Val had done. She had been spying on Leslie Ann, Kyle and myself. I had caught her and the two of us had got very…stop it! My imagination had slipped Val in place of Linda with the skill of a magician.

I opened my eyes. Still keeping an idle pump going, I clicked desperately on my mouse. A variety of porn images flashed across the computer screen. Not personal enough. I needed something more real to exorcise Val. I scrolled madly to bring up the folder with my collection of Marita. Even if she didn’t seek, and actually avoided, the fame of a supermodel, Marita’s swimsuit and lingerie photoshoots still circulated. Marita’s golden body in various designer scraps of colourful cloth went by on slideshow. I still feel like a lying fraud when I bring up memories of having crazy monkey sex with a woman like that. That flawless gold caramel skin. That…


The noise fractured my erotic daze. The shower still thundered wetly. Damn. She’s slipped in the shower! I bounced up and nearly tripped as my pants dropped to my ankles. Kicking them off in desperation, I scrambled to the bathroom door and flung it open. 
Steam swept over and around me. I could see Val hunched over on the bottom of the tub through the frosted glass. I slid back the door, ready to turn and phone 911…

Kneeling face down in the tub, the water splashing off her curving back, my sister contorted her right arm behind her to pump my shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt. Her left arm bent out of sight under her belly. The jiggling action could only mean a frantic clit flicking.

Val shrieked, flailing and slipping in the bottom of the tub. “Hey! Get out!”

I felt a heady mix of embarrassment and anger. I couldn’t help sliding the door with a slam and stomping out of the bathroom. “Dammit!”

My attempt to block Val with Marita blew away in the wind. Sleek, gleaming jiggling flesh of my sister…I shuddered. I struggled to catch my breath and level out. 
”Zach?” Val’s voice came softly concerned. I took another breath and turned. Damp and dripping a bit, my sister came into my studio wrapped in a towel. Since I have only utilitarian “man towels” and not the bed sheet sized towels women prefer, the green terry cloth protected her modesty by scant millimeters. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and waved my hands in groping frustration. “I’m just wound up about looking like a dope. That’s twice in less than an hour I’ve thought you were might be injured, went charging in like a galloping knight and twice I’ve found you eyebrow deep in sexy thoughts.” 
Val blushed, pushing an errant wet curl back behind her ear. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep my balance standing while, well, while I was…and went down on my knees. I didn’t expect it to be so loud.”

I shrugged and smiled crookedly. “I’m sorry.”

“That certainly doesn’t make you a ‘dope’. That makes you my sweetheart of a protective big brother.” 
”Okay. Thanks.”

“And Zach? One other question?”


“Why are you naked from the waist down and waving a very hard erection at me?”

“Shit!” I brought my hands down to try and cover myself. I looked madly for where I had kicked my pants and started towards them. Val giggled madly.

“Oh, I think it’s a bit late for that sort of modesty.” She reached out a hand to my shoulder to stop me, still dimpling a smile.

“Easy for you to say.” I picked up my pants, but only held them in front of me.

“Can I guess you were taking care of business the same as I was?” Val nibbled her lower lip.

“Well, yeah. Kind of obvious.” Why didn’t I put on my pants? C’mon. Politeness alone dictates…I told politeness to piss off.

“Did you…finish?” She looked down in the direction of my crotch and back up again. I don’t know how many men in the world Val had targeted with that mischievous, big-eyed gaze. I had certainly never been on the receiving end. It hit like a grenade made out of sex.

“Uh, no. Did you?”

“I dropped the shampoo bottle.”

Val’s breathing had grown more rapid. Her lips compressed. “Want to help each other?”

“What? Oh, Val, I don’t know if that’s a good – I mean, that’s a…”

“Let me finish. When Kelvin goes on these work junkets, we keep in touch. Video chat on the computer when we can, just phones otherwise. When we chat, we ‘help’ each other over being horny. We…”

“…take care of business…”

She gave me a smack on the arm. “Masturbate. It’s great when we have video to watch each other. That’s what I’m suggesting. Watching and talking. No touching. We’ll just be in the same room, is all.”

If she wasn’t going to mention the speed bump of being brother and sister, she wouldn’t hear it from me. My internal revolutions per minute had reached critical. I dropped my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. “Let’s do it!”

Val’s eyes widened. She looked me up and down and her tongue licked her lips. Her big hazel eyes twinkled and she tossed the towel aside.

Her breasts sat high and perky on her chest, lovely little handfuls that complemented her slim physique perfectly. I suspected she only bothered with a bra to contain those amazing thumb thick nipples popping out of the wide areola. Her pubic area shone clean and bald.

“Well? A gentleman might offer a comment!” Val’s voice quavered behind the joking tone.

I turned in profile. I gave my hips a little bump that set my straining, impatient cock bobbing. “I like to introduce you to Mr. Happy-to-See-You. It’s mostly your doings this morning that have brought him here today.” 
”What do you mean, my doing?”

“The sex maniacs in the sauna may have turned on the stove, but your nonstop discussion of it got my water boiling.” 
Val stared hungrily at my meat. She made a little mew sound in her throat.

“Hey. My eyes are up here, lady.”

She snorted and smiled up at me. “You really have a right to be proud at your physical improvement this year, Zach. It’s been even longer than that since I’ve seen you in a swim suit, so the change is dramatic. You’re a hunk.”

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