Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2006 06:22:49 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chatper 11 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Aaron Gets His Wish Chapter Eleven ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Aaron slowly woke up, he realized he was lying snuggled up to Mark, who was lying on his back. From his snoring, it was obvious Mark was still asleep, which Aaron was grateful for, as he was lying on his side facing Mark, with his left leg draped over Mark's left leg, and his left arm draped over Mark's torso. Although both boys had their boxers on, Aaron's penis was rock hard, and the underside of it was pressed up against Mark's hip. Aaron was surprised, but pleased that Mark had his left arm wrapped protectively around behind him, with his hand holding Aaron's side. As a result, Aaron's head was nestled comfortably in the crook of Mark's arm. Aaron wished the two of them could just lay that way forever. It was so comfortable, and even though Mark was asleep, Aaron felt loved and protected by him. As Aaron lay smiling to himself, enjoying the warmth of his skin-to-skin contact with his older step-brother, his eyes fell on Mark's left nipple, which was only a few inches from his face. It was sticking up in a small, but prominent point. As Aaron exhaled, and his warm breath blew softly across Mark's breast, the 3 or 4 fine, light-colored, chest hairs that had recently sprouted near his nipple fluttered slightly. Smiling a little broader, Aaron carefully lifted his left arm and brought his hand up to Mark's nipple. Tentatively he touched the tip of it with the tip of his index finger. It felt stiff and hard. As Aaron touched it, his own penis flexed slightly with excitement. It flexed again, as he began lightly rubbing the pad of his finger back and forth across the tip of it. Occasionally, Aaron would play with his own nipples in the same way. Whenever he did, he felt a slight tingling sensation in his groin. If he kept at it long enough, he usually gave himself a hardon. He wondered if Mark ever played with his own nipples, and if he did, if it excited him sexually too. He supposed it did. He wondered then if what he was doing to Mark, was exciting him. He appeared to be sleeping deeply yet. "One way to find out!" Aaron thought, smiling again. Aaron abandoned Mark's nipple then, and pushed his hand under the covers, gently lifting them as he reached slowly and carefully downward, toward Mark's crotch. Aaron didn't have to reach all the way into Mark's crotch though to find out that the older boy was indeed aroused. Before his hand made it all the way there, he encountered the tip of Mark's dick, which was hard, and pointing up toward their heads. Aaron couldn't be sure, but he thought he felt a slightly damp spot in the cloth of Mark's boxers, at the spot where the underside of the head of Mark's dick was pressing against them. Aaron stopped for a minute, and recalled how the previous morning he'd fondled Mark's penis while he thought Mark was asleep yet. The memory caused his dick to flex with excitement again. He recalled then, how he'd almost been caught, but had pretended to roll over in his sleep. Mark had definitely noticed Aaron's hand though, and had wondered if Aaron was awake, or asleep when he fondled him. In an effort to find out if Aaron was awake, Mark had first fondled Aaron's bare ass, which had sent shivers of pleasure up and down Aaron's spine. Then, as Aaron hadn't responded, Mark had taken things a step further and slipped a finger between Aaron's ass cheeks and fingered his hole! Mark's finger had felt heavenly, and Aaron hadn't wanted Mark to stop! Eventually though, Mark had stopped, but then, he'd pressed harder on Aaron's anus, causing Aaron to worry that he was trying to enter him. Something stopped Mark from pressing his digit up inside Aaron though, which Aaron had been thankful for. He'd never had anything pushed up inside him, other than his own finger, which he poked up there on occasion, and he was afraid anything else might hurt. The two had both prentended then to be asleep for a while. Finally, Mark pretended to wake up, so Aaron did too. They'd realized then that they both had hardons, as there were two poles tenting the covers. Without releaving their sexual tension, neither boy was able to lose his hardon, so they decided that one of them should go down to the bathroom and the other could remain in bed, and they could each masturbate to get rid of their hardons. The problem was, they'd both expressed the desire to remain in bed. Aaron still couldn't believe that he had suggested then that they both just stay in the bedroom and jack off together. He had been even more suprised though when Mark had agreed! The best part had been when Aaron had wanted to ask Mark if he could feel his cock for just a moment, but after losing his nerve to ask, Mark had guessed that's what he wanted, and suggested they each check the other out. Of course, it had felt awesome when Mark had started to masturbate him, and it must've felt good to Mark too, because they decided to continue pleasuring each other, and both of them had experienced spine-shattering orgasms as a result! It had been fantastic, and Aaron had hoped that Mark would want to do it again. When he'd asked him about it though, Mark had said he didn't think it was a good idea. Aaron had been very disappointed. Now, as he lay snuggled up to Mark, his hand so close to Mark's dick, all Aaron wanted to do was reach down and grasp it, and begin pleasuring him again! Aaron watched Mark, while he slept on. After a copule minutes though, Unable to stop himself, Aaron smiled again, then reached through the fly of Mark's boxers, and positioned them, so that Mark's penis protruded through the fly opening. Then, boldly, he wrapped his hand around Mark's manhood, and gently began manipulating it. As he slowly started to masturbate Mark, he carefully watched his face, for signs that he was waking up. Mark continued snoring peacefully. Within a few seconds of beginning to jerk Mark off though, Aaron saw Mark's lips twitch slightly. It looked almost as if the older boy were smiling a little. A moment later, the rhythm of Mark's snoring changed, and he groaned slightly. Aaron also felt Mark's pelvis begin to move slightly up and down, in a fucking motion. Obviously Mark was feeling what Aaron was doing to him. Aaron wished he could keep on playing with Mark's penis, but he was scared Mark would wake up and catch him, so he stopped, quickly ripping his hand away from Mark. Mark appeared to be trying to roll over onto his side, so that he would be facing away from Aaron. Although he had been comfortably wrapped in Mark's arm, Aaron lifted his head up and let Mark pull his arm away and roll over. Aaron rolled onto his side facing Mark's back then, and watched him sadly, as Mark began snoring again. As he did, he remembered again how the previous morning, when he was lying on his side, facing away from Mark, how Mark had fondled his ass. When Mark had slid his finger into his crack and tickled his asshole, Aaron had been shocked! He couldn't imagine why anyone would want to touch another person there. What if they hadn't cleaned themselves well after the last time they'd pooped! At the time, he knew he hadn't pooped since before his last shower though, so he didn't worry so much about Mark getting a shitty finger, and what Mark had done felt great! As he lay there thinking about all this, in his mind's eye, he began seeing Mark's butt. At first he imagined standing behind Mark in the kitchen. Mark was in his tight jeans, filling them out nicely. Aaron's dick throbbed in response. Then, Aaron began to imagine all the times he'd seen Mark's ass when he was naked. His dick throbbed even more. "Damn Mark's got a great ass!" Aaron thought. The more he thought about Mark's ass, and about what Mark had done to his ass the previous morning, the more aroused he became. He'd never felt anyone's ass before, other than his own. He wondered what it would feel like to rub his hand over Mark's ass. Mark was still snoring. Aaron smiled to himself then and stretched his arm out under the covers, until his fingertips touched the small of Mark's back. Mark continued snoring. Aaron flattened his hand against Mark's warm back, then, and listening carefully for changes in Mark's breathing, he slid his hand downward, pressing his fingertips into Mark, so that they slid under the waistband of his boxers. As Mark slept on, Aaron continued pushing his hand down into his underwear, until suddenly, the palm of his hand was centered between Mark's buttocks, and his middle finger was resting in the groove between them. Aaron smiled, as he felt the fine, soft hairs that coated Mark's firm, muscular buttocks. Mark's ass felt warm, and where Aaron's finger rested in the outer edge of the crack between Mark's cheeks, Aaron felt moisture, as if Mark was sweating a little. As much as Aaron had wondered earlier how anyone could consider putting his finger in another person's ass, realizing Mark was sweating between his ass cheeks excited Aaron. He suddenly had an urge to press his finger down into Mark's crack, then smell his finger, to see if Mark's butt smelled the same as his own did, when he got sweaty. Aaron always enjoyed the aroma of his own anal sweat. It usually heightened his sexual arousal. Suddenly, the thought of sticking his finger between Mark's ass cheeks, and possibly even touching his hole, didn't disgust Aaron anymore! In fact, it excited him more than ever. His dick was throbbing at the thought of it! As Mark's deep breathing and snoring continued, Aaron decided, to take the chance he had, and he pressed his finger between Mark's buttocks. Mark was indeed sweaty between his cheeks, so Aaron's finger slid between them without a problem. The inside of Mark's buttocks felt hot and wet. Aaron's cock strained with excitment. Impulsively, due to his extreme arousal, Aaron pressed his finger deeper still, until suddenly, he was prodding Mark's tight rosebud! Mark's breathing caught for a moment, and Aaron froze with his fingertip touching Mark's anus. Mark's sphincter contracted and relaxed a couple times, then his breathing became steady and deep again. Relieved, Aaron let out his breath. His fingertip was still touching Mark's anus though. Aaron couldn't help himself. Gently he rubbed his finger up and down a couple times over Mark's pucker, feeling it. It felt just like his, only a bit bigger. As Aaron explored Mark's most private body part, Mark must've felt the sensation, because he moaned softly in his sleep at the pleasant feeling, and unconsciously pushed his ass back a little toward Aaron. Aaron realized that Mark was feeling his touch. Suddenly scared that the older boy would wake up to find himself being molested, Aaron quickly withdrew his finger from Mark's asshole, and pulled it out of his crack, then he slid his hand out of Mark's underwear too. Mark slept on. Aaron was relieved, but disappointed too that he'd had to stop his exploration of Mark's body. He quickly pulled his hand out from under the covers though and held it up to his nose. Breathing in deeply, Aaron smelled Mark's musky scent, which was in fact similar to the smell of his own anal sweat. Aaron's dick throbbed again in response to the familiar, pleasing odor. Smiling, Aaron rubbed his finger over his smooth moustache area, and a little ways up into each nostril, before the moisture of Mark's sweat dried up. This way, he'd get a faint whiff of Mark each time he breathed in for a while, without having to hold his finger to his nose. With Mark's scent constantly filling his sinuses, Aaron became hornier still. All he could think about was jerking off! Automatically, as he continued sniffing his finger, his other hand slid down into his own boxers, and he grasped his penis and began masturbating. In no time at all, Aaron was so aroused, that he couldn't help himself. Mark was still sleeping, so Aaron decided to take a chance and masturbate gently, so as not to wake him. Then, he wouldn't have to get up and go all the way down to the bathroom, and risk Gran seeing his bulging crotch. Carefully, Aaron pushed the bed covers and sheet down, exposing himself. He lifted his butt up off the bed for a moment then, and pushed his boxers down to his knees. Thinking for a second, he made a face, sighed softly, then pushed them all the way down to his ankles, and reached down and pulled them off, so that his entire body was completely naked. As he laid back down, Aaron looked to his left and smiled when he saw a bottle of hand lotion sitting on the night stand on his side of the bed. He picked it up and opened it. As quietly as he could, Aaron squirted some into his right hand, then he set the bottle back down. Before he slathered his dick with the lotion, Aaron dunked the tip of his left middle finger, the same one he'd prodded Mark's asshole with, into the pool of liquid in his hand, then, as he reached for his hardon with his handful of lotion, at the same time he spread his knees apart, drawing them upward a little, and reached with his left hand, down past his genitals, between his legs, for his ass. As Aaron began to slather the hand lotion up and down his stiff rod, he simultaneously pressed the lotion coated finger of his other hand into his ass crack, sliding it inward until his fingertip made contact with his anus. Aaron's body shivered with delight when his finger poked his asshole. Smiling, Aaron began fingering his hole then, while at the same time, he began masturbating. The dual action felt wonderful! Aaron matched the pace of his finger on his anus to that of his hand that was gliding slowly up and down his slick penis. He was moving that hand slowly and gently, so as not to cause any motion on the mattress and wake Mark up. As Aaron sensually pleasured himself, he continued to breathe in the scent of Mark's anal sweat, which he'd rubbed on his nose and above his upper lip. Aaron couldn't believe how incredibly awesome he was making himself feel. As he slowly made love to himself, he realized he was having one of the most pleasureful and erotic masturbatory sessions he'd ever experienced! All too soon, Aaron felt his orgasm beginning to form. In an effort to slow down its arrival, he slowed his movements down. This served only to heighten his excitement though, which actually caused his orgasm to build even faster. As his orgasmic rush built, Aaron fought to prolong how fantastic he was feeling. All thoughts left Aaron's mind, and he concentrated soley on the threshold of ecstasy he was about to cross. He'd never felt so much sexual pressure building up within him. Aaron's breathing came in sharp gasps and hisses, as his body tightened up. He slid his fist up and down his greased cock as slowly as he possibly could. At the same time, rather than rubbing his tight pucker, he began pressing on it and releasing the pressure, almost as if he meant to insert his finger within himself, but not quite pushing it all the way through. "AAaaawww!" Aaron gasped, and then he held his breath and stiffened his body, as his eyes watered slightly. His entire body was tenser than he'd ever felt it, and still as his hand slid ever so slowly up and down his joy stick, the pleasure continued mounting within him. As he arched his back even more off the mattress, he knew he was on the brink of what was going to possibly be the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had, and he was incredulous about how awesome it felt. Suddenly, Aaron couldn't stand it any longer, and his hand sped up a little, as the final levels of pressure built within him. At the same time, the outer edge of his anal ring opened slightly, and his finger pressed inside it, still not quite penetrating all the way through his sphincter, into his rectum. It felt great, when he wiggled his fingertip about a little. A moment later, Aaron was on the brink of his climax. Suddenly Mark's muskiness pervaded his nostrils a little more strongly, as he felt his sinuses open wide. He became lost in his ecstasy then, and couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, oblivious to anything else around him, Aaron began furiously beating off, and rubbing more roughly at his anus. His finger slid completely through his sphincter, into his rectum. He began shoving it back and forth then, in and out of himself, reaching in as far as he could in the direction of the spot he'd found one time, that when he'd rubbed it, had made him feel even better! "AAAWWWWW!!!!" he cried out, as his finger suddenly pressed against his prostate! Aaron's body tensed up, and his back arched all the way. His asshole clamped tightly around his finger, and his head jerked violently to the side suddenly, as his climax swept over him and his orgasm began. "AAahhhhh!!!!" he cried, as a long thick rope of semen shot out of his dick with so much force that it flew past his head and splattered on the headboard behind him. Aaron was so lost in orgasmic ecstasy he'd completely forgotten that Mark was lying right next to him. His outburst, and the shaking of the bed had roused Mark, who immediately realized what his little half brother was up to. Drowsily he grinned to himself, and rolled over to face Aaron. As he did, he felt his own penis flexing. "OHhhhhh!!!" Aaron cried, his head snapping back, so he was looking up at the ceiling again, just as he blew another stream of cum from his dick. The finger he had up his ass was squeezed violently again. This time his ejaculate landed in a glob in the center of his forehead that streaked down over his nose, ending in another glob in his mouth which happened to be open. "Holy Shit!" Mark croaked, watching Aaron as he molested himself so ravagely. "You even got some in your mouth man!!!" Aaron was still at the height of his climax, and although somewhere in the haze of the back of his mind he was aware that Mark was awake and watching him, his brain never entertained any thoughts of stopping. In fact, the only conscious thoughts Aaron was having, were about how awesome his orgasm felt, and to keep going. The flavor of his own juice spreading over his taste buds excited him even more! Aaron continued wildly pumping his cock, and slamming his finger in and out of his asshole. "Fuucckkk!" Aaron groaned, shooting more cum, that splattered all over his chest this time. "Son of a bitch!" Mark said, grinning, as he watched Aaron in awe. Hugely aroused, he reached for his own crotch, and quickly grasped his own hardon through his boxers and squeezed it. A moment later, Aaron's orgasm began to wane a bit. It was then that Aaron caught sight of Mark out of the corner of his eye, and it registered fully in his brain that he was being watched. He was still too caught up in his body's spasming though, to make the decision to stop. As a result, he kept on masturbating. His face did turn red though with embarrassment, as he realized Mark was watching him closely. "Unnnnnhhh!!!!" Aaron moaned as more semen spewed from his cock, landing on his belly, pooling in his navel. He continued pumping himself. Mark continued watching, grinning, and squeezing his own dick through his boxers. "Mmmmm..." Aaron moaned a moment later, as a final spasm of joy washed over him, and the last of his cum oozed up and out of his urethra. It ran downward over the topside of his glans, and ran slowly down over his thumb, eventually coming to rest in a small puddle in his pubic hair. Aaron slowed down his hand-action considerably then, and pulled his finger from his asshole. He looked miserably at Mark. "Damn son!" Mark said, grinning. "You're a real pro at that! And I had no idea you were into 'ass action' too!" Although he turned beet red, Aaron couldn't help but smile slightly too, as he realized Mark wasn't making fun of him, as he'd expected him to. In fact, he was actually speaking with admiration about him. "Fuck you blow a lot of jizz!" Mark added, leaning over to examine the glob of it that had landed on the headboard, and was now trickling down it. "Hope you don't mind the taste of it though!" Mark continued. "Might want to keep your mouth shut next time! Damn! You got me so horny, I almost shot my own wad just watching you! Think I'll run down to the bathroom and take care of that now!" As Aaron continued slowly sliding his hand up and down his quickly shrinking erection, he watched Mark get up. He could see the older boy's erection sticking off to the left, straining at the fabric of his boxers. There was a definite wet spot near the tip of it! Quickly, Mark picked up his jeans off the floor and pulled them on. He grinned and winked at Aaron, then fled out the door, and trotted down the stairs to the first floor. As Aaron listened to Mark's receding footsteps, his body gave one final shiver of pleasure, and a bit more semen oozed from his cock, and dribbled down over his thumb to join the rest of it in his pubic hair. As he lay motionless, except for his hand that was pulling on his dick yet, in an effort to squeeze every last drop of cum out of it, Aaron felt warm, drained and content. He smiled a little sadly to himself though. He was glad Mark wasn't angry with him, and that he hadn't made fun of him for masturbating while he was in the room. At the same time though, he wished Mark had stayed and jerked off with him. His smile broadened a moment later though, as he thought about how great his orgasm had been. It had been the best one he'd ever experienced. As he thought about it, he realized it must've felt so good, because he had pumped himself so extra slowly and gently, so as not to wake Mark up. "I gotta try it that way again!" he said to himself, still smiling, as he reached for the Kleenex box, so he could clean up his mess. * * * As Aaron sopped up his semen, Mark ran through the kitchen, shouting "good morning" to Gran, who looked at him in surprise. He fairly leaped into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. A moment later, he'd ripped his jeans and boxers down, then stuck his right hand under a hand lotion dispenser Phyllis and Gran kept sitting on the toilet tank. He'd squirted a couple of globs of lotion into his right hand, then positioned himself in from of the sink, and reached for his throbbing cock. As he stood holding his dick over the edge of the sink, with his pants lying on the floor wrapped around his ankles, watching his reflection in the mirror over the sink, he'd begun deftly beating off. Having watched Aaron masturbating so very passionately, he was hornier than he'd been in a long time. "Fuck that kid knows how to please himself," he thought, as pleasure swept through his own body as his hand began sliding up and down his stiff rod. Mark smiled slightly, as in the mirror, he saw a look of passion form on his face. Looking down, he reached down with his left hand and cupped his scrotum, and gently began kneading his testicles, as his lotioned hand slid swiftly up and down the full length of his penis. "Mmmm..." he moaned softly, looking back up at his reflection in the mirror. His face looked redder, and he felt hotter. Although Mark had only been masturbating a few seconds, he already felt his pleasure mounting. He closed his eyes for a moment and recalled the image that he was certain was burned permanently into his brain, of Aaron wildly beating off and finger-fucking himself, and blowing that huge string of cum all over his face as he climaxed. The slight smile that had crossed Aaron's face, as he licked his lips and tasted his own cum was such an erotic image, that Mark felt a surge of pleasure as his own orgasm swiftly began building up. Opening his eyes again, Mark saw the familiar pre-orgasmic look his face usually took on, just before he blew his load. His head was tilted back a little, so that his Adam's apple was more noticeable in the center of his throat. It bobbed up and down a couple times, as he swallowed the thick saliva that always formed in his mouth when he became highly aroused. His face looked slightly darker red. He felt warmer too. His mouth was open a little, and his nostrils were open wider and flared wider still with each deep breath he took. His eyes had a smoldering, passionate, knowing look in them. Mark's whole body began to feel tenser, and warmer, as the pleasure and pent up pressure he was feeling became stronger. He began stroking faster. A moment later, as he looked at himself in the mirror, as he was on the brink of his orgasm, his face was redder, and his expression was more strained. His dick suddenly felt bigger, and harder, and his whole body felt ready to explode. As he felt his cum beginning to surge through him, and into his urethra, he stopped moving his hand up, and just held his dick firmly. A moment later as he saw his expression contort, he groaned audibly, and his body trembled with pleasure as he blew a huge glob of hot, thick cum out of his dick. It arced through the air, and hit the mirror with a splat. Immediately the milky white fluid began to run downward toward the sink. In the kitchen, Gran heard Mark's groan and paused. She wondered if he was sitting on the John having trouble defecating. Concerned, she quietly stepped closer to the bathroom door and listened. Then she heard a soft rythmic slapping sound, which was followed quickly by a gasp, and moan. "Fuck!" she heard Mark whisper, as the slapping sound continued again. "Mmmmmm!!!!" she heard Mark moan then. "Oh!" Gran gasped softly to herself, as she suddenly realized what Mark must be doing behind the closed door. Gran's eyes grew large, as she remained standing by the door, listening as Mark finished masturbating. Inside the bathroom, Mark's orgasm was ending. He uttered a low growl of pleasure as as he slowed the pace of his hand. He smiled as he looked down at his penis, as a last bit of semen oozed from it and dripped into the sink. "Phew!" he blew some air out from behind his pursed lips. Mark pumped his cock slowly for another few seconds, coaxing the last bit of cum out of it. Then, smiling, he reached for the tissue box and ripped several out of it and began cleaning up his mess. "My!" Gran exclaimed to herself in an undertone, as she softly stepped away from the bathroom door, once the sounds of Mark's pleasuring himself had stopped. Again, like the day before, she felt the long forgotten, but not unfamiliar dampness in the crotch of her panties, as images of her husband poised over her as they both climaxed, he making some of the same sounds Mark had made, passed threw her mind. "I'm going to have to start wearing pads again!" she said, shaking her head a moment later, somewhat disgusted. She turned then and headed for her room to change her underwear. * * * As soon as Gran had entered her room and shut the door behind her, she'd quickly taken off her dress, so that her wet panties wouldn't soil it. Then she'd removed her panties as well. As she did, the strong scent of her crotch juices premeated the air. Quickly she dropped them on the floor. Then she stepped over to her dresser and pulled a moistened wipe from the box she kept on top of the dresser. Reaching down, she pressed the wipe against her vagina and as she swiped it forward, she pressed inward with her middle finger. "Oh!" Gran gasped, as her finger rubbed over her clitoris, sending a pleasant shudder traveling through her body. Gran was a little surprised, albeit pleasantly so, that she'd felt as she did when that happened. It'd been some time since she'd felt sexual pleasure of any kind. After her husband had died, she hadn't been with anyone else. Occasionally, since she was young yet, she would pleasure herself. It wasn't the same though. She hadn't touched herself in a sexual way in some time now. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was more suprised to see a slight smile on her face, in reaction to the pleasure she'd just felt. She also realized how aroused she looked. A little disconcerted, Gran wiped her crack a couple more times with the towelette. Each time, her finger rubbed her clitoris just the right way, so that she trembled with delight. "Oh for goodness sake!" she exclaimed, depositing the towelette in the waste basket. As she reached into her underwear drawer, for a fresh pair of panties, her hand touched on something hard that lay along the back of the drawer, under her underwear; "Oh!" she said, as the realization hit her as to what she'd just touched. A long long time ago, after her husband had died, when she still had passionate desires, Gran had purchased a dildo. She'd used it on and off for a while. Then, it had just sat in her underwear drawer, where it was nestled now. "Hmmm...." she said, wrapping her hand around the large rubber toy and pulling it out. The sight of the fat 10" fake penis, coupled with the smell of her own excitement, aroused Gran even more. Idly, she slid the power switch into the "on" position, and was surprised when it started vibrating. "I'd have thought the batteries would be dead by now," she muttered, as the soft buzzing sound awakened within her, still more primal feelings. Smiling, she pointed the dildo down toward her vagina and pressed it inward, so that the tip of it made contact with her love-button. "OHhhh....mmmmmmm!" she gasped and moaned, as thrills she'd forgotten swept through her. Quickly she pulled the dildo from her crotch, and stood looking at the damp tip of it for a moment. When she looked up into the mirror, she saw her face had a rather wanton look on it. Looking down again, Gran deftly pressed the tip of the dildo into herself again. "Mmmmm!!" she groaned ever so softly, as waves of pleasure cascaded over her. She pressed the fake penis a little further into herself. A moment later, she pulled it away. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the face of a woman who knew she wanted all of it. Smiling resignedly, Gran stepped back over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it. Then, she lifted her feet up and pulled herself all the way up onto the bed. Laying back, she spread her legs wide, then pointed the dildo at her dripping cunt and pressed downward. "Ooohhhh!!!" Gran groaned as her vagina suddenly stretched open to accomodate the girth and length of the tool. "Mmmm!!!" she moaned, as the stiff rubber entered her. She turned it back on, and then began sliding it in and out of herself, causing waves of pleasure to vibrate throughout her body. Pushing the vibrator in and out of herself with her right hand, she reached down with her left hand and placed the pad of her middle finger on her clitoris and began rubbing it, like she'd done when she was a girl, to give herself pleasure. "Ohhhh!!!!" Gran gasped as she began rythmically manipulating herself with both hands. For a couple minutes, all that could be heard in the room were slight gasps from Gran, the buzzing of the vibrator, and a soft rythmic squeaking of her bedsprings. Gran's excitement began to build then, and she started fucking herself harder and faster with the dildo, and grinding her clit with her finger. As her excitement built, Gran's hips began undulating up and down off the bed. Her breathing became raspy, and she began to emit sharp, urgent whimpers. She sped up her pace a little more. Suddenly, she gave a sharp cry, her back arched up off the bed, and her body twisted sideways a little. She stopped moving the dildo in and out of herself for a moment, as her vaginal muscles contracted, clamping it tightly, and a wave of immense pleasure rocked through her. As the spasm left her, she began jamming the dildo in and out of herself again. "OHhhhh!!!" she cried, a moment later, stopping the dildo again, as another series of waves of pleasure washed through her. Grans's orgasm continued for several more seconds, before her spasms finally began to lessen in intesity. Gradually, Gran slowed down the speed with which she was molesting herself with the dildo, until eventually, her orgasm ended completely, and she slid it all the way out of herself. It was soaking wet, and smelled of her sex juices. Gran lay quietly for a moment, resting, smiling to herself. After a couple minutes, as her breathing began to return to normal, Gran felt fluid running out of her crotch and down over her perineum. Quickly she got up, before her wetness dribbled down onto the comforter on her bed. She picked up her damp panties off the floor and wiped the dildo off with them, then she rubbed between her legs, sopping up the wetness. Finally, she took another moist towelette from the box and cleaned her vaginal area, before drying it with clean, dry tissues. Then she pulled on a clean pair of underwear, and put her dress back on. Lastly, she took the dildo and her wet panties and pushed them under her bed with her toe, deciding to retrieve them and wash them later, after the boys were off playing. * * * Mark had finished showering, and was sitting at the table, wearing just his jeans, with wet hair yet, reading the newspaper, and sipping a cup of coffee when Gran re-entered the kitchen. As she walked past him, heading directly toward the bathroom, Mark caught a whiff of nasty body odor. "Whew!" he thought to himself, crinkling his nose, and glancing after Gran. She'd never smelled bad before. When Gran came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and walked back past Mark to the stove, the smell was gone. Instead, he smelled soap and a bit of perfume. "Better!" he thought, smiling slightly to himself. As Gran poured herself a cup of coffee, Aaron bounded down the stairs and across the room, dashed into the bathroom and shut the door. "What's for breakfast?" he hollered from behind the closed bathroom door. "French Toast," Gran called to him. "Cool!" Aaron cried. "I'm just gonna shower quick first!" "OK Dear!" his grandmother replied, just as the toilet flushed. Gran set down her coffee on the table and sat down opposite Mark. "Want a section?" Mark asked, glancing up, and indicating the newspaper. "Thank you Dear!" Gran replied, smiling, and reaching for the local section. Mark glanced at her again. She looked a little different than usual. A bit flushed. "Are you feeling OK?" Mark asked, looking at her carefully. "Oh yes Dear, I'm fine!" Gran replied, blushing a bit more. "It's just a warm day, that's all!" As she was smiling so pleasantly, Mark let the subject drop, and picked up his coffee and took a sip. "HEY! Hurry up or I'll eat all your toast!" Mark yelled suddenly, grinning at Gran. "YOU'D BETTER NOT!" Aaron called from the bathroom. The shower started running then. "Aaron needed a person in his life like you Mark! You're very good for him!" Gran said, looking at Mark and smiling. "Before you came to live with us, Aaron led a rather sedate life. He seemed happy enough in a quiet way, but I really don't think Legos and electronic games were enough. Now that you're here, doing all kinds of things with him, he's certainly blossomed! I'm very happy you're a part of the family!" "Thanks!" Mark said, feeling a little embarrassed. "He's really an easy kid to like and get along with. He's a bit skittish about trying things at first, but at least he does try them. Then, he realizes it's fun!" "Well, you're the reason he's willing to try things," Gran said. "He wouldn't for just anyone. In case you haven't noticed, he adores you!" "Stop!" Mark said, blushing suddenly. "It's true!" Gran said. "I've been watching the two of you. He can't take his eyes off of you! And he tries to emulate everything you do!" Blushing profusely then, Mark said, "well... I don't know if it's that bad!" "Oh it is! And, it's not bad! It's good!" Gran said. "Although, if you told him to jump off the Empire State Building, I bet he'd do it! So... please do enjoy him, and teach him new and exciting things! But also be careful! He's younger and much less experienced in life as you are! Don't try and have him do anything that's too advanced for him." "Don't worry," Mark said, the redness receding from his cheeks a little. "I have no intention of asking him to do anything dangerous or stupid, and I do watch out for him - all the time!" "I've noticed that! And, I'm happy about it!" Gran said. "You're a fine young man Mark! I'm very happy you've come to join our family, and vice versa!" "Thanks!" Mark said, blushing a bit deeper again then. "I'm glad you guys all turned out to be so great too!" Gran smiled more broadly, then she got up to start making their breakfast. She felt more relaxed and content than she had in a long time. * * * "So what time are Mom and Steve getting home?" Aaron asked, as they sat enjoying Gran's French toast a little while later. "Shouldn't be too much longer," Gran said. "You boys slept in and took your time getting going this morning. Not that there's anything wrong with that!" Aaron smirked at Mark, who grinned back at him. "So, what're we gonna do while we wait?" Aaron asked, looking at Mark. "I don't know," Mark said. "You need any help with anything Gran?" "No, but thank you," Gran said. "You boys have worked hard around here while your parents were away. You've weeded and mowed the yard, fixed the patio and fireplace, painted the garage and cleaned it out, and put up a basketball ring. They won't recognize the place - it's never looked so good! Why don't you take the rest of the day off, and do something fun?" "I've got an idea!" Mark said. "How about we have a 'Welcome Home!' barbeque tonight for Dad and Phyllis, and then toast marshmallows?" "Well, that would be lovely!" Gran said. "I don't know if we have any marshmallows though!" "We'll ride our bikes down to the store and get some, and anything else we need," Mark said. "Good!" Gran said. "Let me see if there's anything I need." Gran rooted around in the refrigerator and pantry then, and in the end, came up with a list of 5 items she needed, in addition to the marshmallows. When Mark and Aaron finished eating, and cleared the table, they went up to their room, put on socks and sneakers, and then ran downstairs again, and took the list and some money from Gran, and took off on their bikes for the grocery store, which was at the plaza they'd ridden to a day or two earlier. When they got home, as they were helping Gran put things away and pick up a little, the front doorbell rang. Aaron went to see who it was. It was Phyllis and Steve! They'd only taken one set of keys with them on their honeymoon, and they were locked in the bottom of a suitcase. Things were loud then for a few minutes, with everyone talking at once. Eventually, they all sat down in the livingroom and Steve and Phyllis told them all about their trip. They told Gran and the boys they'd brought presents, but they'd have to wait until they were unpacked to have them. When they'd finished telling the highlights from their honyemoon, Aaron breathlessly began rattling off a list of all the things they'd done while their parents were away. When he finally stopped to take a breath, Phyllis said incredulously, "You did ALL that, AND you worked on the yard and garage while we were gone?" "Worked on? They nearly renovated them!" Gran said, smiling. "Wait'll you see! You won't recognize the place! Mark's a real go-getter!" As Mark blushed, Steve grinned at him, and patted him on the shoulder. "Way to go Tiger!" he said. "Oh we didn't do that much!" Mark said, smiling foolishly. "YES WE DID!" Aaron cried. "You gotta see it! C'mon!" With that, he leaped up and headed for the back of the house. "I guess you'll be getting the tour now!" Gran said, smiling. Smiling, everyone got up then and followed Aaron out through the kitchen, onto the porch and down into the back yard. "OH MY GOD!" Phyllis cried, staring incredulously at the neatly trimmed and weeded yard, repaired patio, and painted garage. "You did ALL THIS???" she asked incredulously. "Yeah, and we cleaned out the garage too!" Aaron crowed, grinning. "You did?" Phyllis asked, her eyes getting big, as she grinned and squeezed Mark's arm. "That had to be so much worK! It's wonderful!" "Well... I kinda like cleaning out places like that," Mark said, still blushing. "YEAH!" Aaron cried. "And, Mark made us a basketball hoop and we found a couple bicycles and fixed them up too!" He grabbed Phyllis's arm and dragged her off toward the garage then, as everyone else followed. "You really did do a lot of work!" Steve said, smiling admirably at his son as they stood on the patio, after Aaron had shown them everything. Mark blushed deeper and said, "Well, you know how I love to sort through old junk!" "Oh you do, do you?" Phyllis asked, looking at Mark in a suddenly hopeful way. "Uh.... yeah," Mark said, skeptical about the answer he should give. Phyllis chuckled and said, "Well, if you mean it, feel free to attack the basement and attic! Just be careful of the old Christmas ornaments in the attic!" "OK," Mark said, grinning. "Aaron and I were looking for something to do!" "Cool!" Aaron said, grinning. "Can we start in the attic! There's stuff up there that came with the house from even before Mom was born that we don't know what it all is!" "Wow! OK!" Mark said, smiling. "Sounds interesting!" "Well, we're going to go unpack," Steve said. "SO you can get on it right away if you want!" "Cool! C'mon Mark!" Aaron cried, and turned back toward the house. Grinning, Mark said, "A man's work is never done!" The adults all smiled, and Gran said, "Well, come down if you get thirsty or hungry! I'll make you snacks!" "OK," Aaron called back as he mounted the back steps. "C'mon Mark!" Grinning, Mark followed him. A few minutes later, the two of them were upstairs, crawling through the attic. "wow!" Mark said, grinning. "Look at all this great stuff!"... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published soon.