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Thank all of you for continuing to read and comment on my ramblings. I’m flattered when anyone takes the time to read me at all, even after twenty years at this.
This is a continuation of my earlier story, ‘The Haights of LA’ which chronicles the Haight family. The father is a semi-retired musician with a girlfriend, Leslie, and a son, Travis. They live on Gramp’s property in the canyons beyond LA.
It recently came to light that Travis has a half sister, Emma, who lives with her mom, but comes out to the Haight ranch on the weekends. The two get along well, but some physical attraction issues have developed as they’ve gotten to know each other. In the first chapter, Travis took minor advantage of his sleeping sister. Now this escalates as Travis’ narrative continues.
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The garlic from last night’s meal had me rinsing at daybreak. The sun was just rising, peering over the landscape, as if it was trying to decide whether to make a go of it. I made a go of laying back down.
The sliding glass door to my room was partially open, letting in the sounds of the world, which was mainly the wind blowing and faintly, a hawk’s whistle off in the canyons. There was growing light too, which I was averse to, at least just yet. I rolled away from it, pulling a pillow against my eyes. The Jeep started over at the barn, Dad, and Gramps going fishing. The wind blew its soothing song, clanking the draws of the curtains and calm sleep returned.
Slowly, dreams beckoned, one of which involved my bassist’ girlfriend. We were parked in an arroyo near her parent’s house. It was dark and she was sitting in my lap, faceing me. She was kissing me and her top was unbuttoned. She rubbed her bare small tits against me. I felt the truck shift a little, like a small quake, a roller, but then my pants had vanished and she had me in her hand, sliding up and down without really grasping.
Her kiss smelled increasingly of toothpaste and breath rasped in my ear at the same time. My arousal began to build and I reached out to touch her breasts just as the mirage nocturne dissolved. The wind soughed through the jack pines, a hawk cried from on high and Emma was spooning my back. Her hand softly jacked my hardness as she kissed my neck.
I reached behind me gingerly, finding her soft panty clad ass. She giggled, smelling of Crest with fluoride.
She pulled back as I stretched, still comprehending. “What’re we doing?”
Emma smiled her happy face emoji, still gently pumping my hardness. “I found you this way coming back Girne Escort from the bathroom. Couldn’t resist having a little fun.” She tickled my balls, scratching just so with her fingernails causing me to jerk.
She was otherwise naked as birth, her round orbs defined on her youthful softness, that little line of fur leading down under the commonsense white cotton I’d felt earlier. I gasped under her touch, feeling my balls tighten, an urgency beginning. “Keep on, I’ll mess up the sheets, Em.”
She sighed, stopping and removing her hand. “Just wanted to have some fun. There it was, poking up all by its lonesome. Were you dreaming?”
“Yeah, some…” I listened, hearing noise somewhere. “Who’s home?”
“Leslie and the help. Girl that does the laundry’s here too. Don’t worry, I shut the door. So. You wanna mess the sheets?”
Little Em, just sprawled there. Her hand under her head regarding me, strawberry hair obscuring her cheek, eyes dancing. Those marshmallow soft tits, roseate nipples beckoning…I pushed her over on her back, filling my senses and my mouth with her nipple. Her freckled chest filled my view, rising and falling, a flush at her throat beginning. Her breath caught and her hand once again sought my hardness for reassurance.
“Oh!” She thumbed over my tip. “It’s all slick. Are you going to come?”
I ignored that, trailing my fingers down over her secrets of her center, safe behind thin fabric. I sensed her peach become fuller and she pushed her hips into the mattress.
Slippers sloughed past in the hall, the door closing at the master suite. My room shared a common wall. Idly, I wondered if Em was aware. An errant gust blew through the sliding door, bringing the scent of sage and her growing wetness. I worked my fingers further into her crevasse, finding wet warmth where her entrance would be.
I wanted to taste her. Why was I so fascinated by the idea? I doubted she’d ever had a man’s mouth to her sex, exploring her intimacies and lightly teasing, sucking. It was enticing, to think of the scenario as I rolled her taut nipple between my lips, sucking, gently biting, making her tremble, while below I made Em’s body begin to betray itself.
Her hold would tighten on me, communicating what excited her. She’d jack and squeeze when her hips jerked. For a while she didn’t speak and I wondered if she wanted to stop. Guiltily, I wondered too. But we’d already done some…I guess exploring (?) and if that wasn’t crossing the line, then it was right Magosa Escort next door.
Those thoughts entertained me, and encouraged me to relinquish her orb and slide south. I pushed the remaining bedclothes away, so that I saw all of her, the traces of baby fat on her spread thighs, the plumpness of her arms and the ever so softness of her pale neck. My hand lingered on her waistband, dare I?
Her hand stayed my own. “No. Not that. Leave them on.” She was almost gasping. “Otherwise we might…”
I nodded, silently disappointed until my head drew near her parting and then my mouth inches from her hidden source.
I couldn’t help but taste. As her essence rose in my nostrils, my lick pushed deeply into her protected folds. Em felt it, spreading, affording me more access. Pulling her panties tight, still under her hand’s guidance, the fabric across her mons and cleft became clearly defined to my questing eyes only inches away. It was a roadmap for my fingers, now adrift above her entrance, teasing, pulling, gentle loops on her little man.
She stiffened, hips tight, suddenly muscular. “Oh God, Trav. Oh!”
While she was thus distracted, my other hand arrived, to add to the torment, pulling aside the drenched cotton at her hole, letting her full girl smell into my nose, tasting her directly, tonguing her coating thick and hot. I licked upwards, then back down, the elastic band in her crotch succumbing to my onslaught, rubbing on the side of my tongue nevertheless. My finger entered. Just entered her ooze, rippling the growing lake as her need began dribbling down her crack.
“Oh Travis! Oh! We need to stop. Honestly!” (gasp) “I think, oh God! What if I gush in your mouth? I can’t.” Softer now, “Can’t.”
My finger abandoned its quest, only to be replaced by my mouth, licking up her juices before plunging my tongue into the source!
“I’ve got to suck you Em, got to.”
Em sighed and her trembling chubby ass began moving, her hand behind my head. My nose rubbed her clit, eliting a yelp and a jump before my lips arrived. I pulled her panties completely aside, exposing her soaked puss, naked under the sparse darkened strawberry pubes. I sucked in as much as I could of her and lightly teased her hooded spear until it stood proud. Em gasped, jerking. I now could just suck it, nibbling her base before surrounding it with my lips, licking and flicking over her end, giving her no respite. My finger strove deeper, deeper still into her grasping tunnel as she arched Kıbrıs Escort her back, urging me deeper.
“Trav? I swear to God! Oh! Don’t. No more or I’m gonna…” She made a high mewling sound as her mons battered my face and she gushed past my finger below, no longer able to fight the rising tide.
I rode the storm, but as she subsided, my bloodlust would not be denied, jerking down her sodden undergarment, rising over her.
Her eyes were pinched shut, gasping shakily, recovering. “Trav?”
My maleness barely invaded, slick meets soaked, so easy just to slide in…just so easy, just a little more won’t hurt. So impossibly tight!
“Are we going to…really, Trav, um.” (Sudden intake of breath) “That’s not your finger. That’s your cock! I can feel it. I don’t think that…”
A little deeper into the wet inferno. Em’s hips rose almost imperceptibly, admitting my advance. I could have come right then. Had she moved another muscle…
Her hands pushed against my pelvis. “Travis!” (Gasp) “What are you…We really should…not, oh fuck!!!”
I backed a little, before sliding in. More. Easier now, easier, her little strawberry hairs now meeting mine, deeper, deeper, then squishy sounds as we connected, smacking as I withdrew only to run my full length in, so thrilling, my balls against her sticky wet ass.
Her thickened lips absorbed the shock of my onslaught, rippling her belly, tits jiggling, nips still hard. Her head shook from side to side before opening her eyes into mine. “Oh Trav. We are, aren’t we?”
I couldn’t talk. Not just then. Her hands traced my ass, fingertips now imploring me deeper, her earlier hesitancy forgotten.
“We’re fucking. This is what it feels…like, like I don’t know…go faster, I think, I….Oh God, Again!”
My spend began before sensation arrived, my jism channeling deeply inside her wet glovelike tunnel. After the first ropy needful spurt, pain and pleasure arrived, darkening the edges as I mindlessly continued to mount my little mare. With each thrust, another spurt, over and over before becoming aware of Emma biting my shoulder as she trembled and gushed anew, the juices anointing our thighs.
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The breeze was warmer now. We laid naked under it, our nethers shining a sexual palette and the bed redolent from our tryst. I became aware of Emma’s sidelong gaze, a hesitant smile beneath. And as the day warmed, we drowsed, and idly a snippet of song, an old song came to me, courtesy of Ozzie.
‘I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those who will come after us
This time
I’m just a dreamer
I dream my life away
Oh yeah
I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days’