Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2001 07:42:08 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: MD Sequel Ch 37 Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 37 - Mike by Tim Foure copyright 2001 by Tim Foure If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too. ___________ Chapter 37 - Mike I woke up before Barry. He had rolled onto his back and had his arm across his eyes. It was fun watching him sleep. I could stare at him all I wanted. He slept with his mouth slightly open. I could just see his teeth. His chest rose and fell slowly. His nipples were still hard. I wouldn't have been surprised if they weren't a little sore because I'd really given them a working over. His belly indented suddenly at the base of his rib cage. It was hard to believe he was larger around the middle than I was, but I had the evidence of his bathing suit hanging loose on me to prove it. There was no hair at all on his chest or belly down as far as his navel, not even peach fuzz. But then, he'd told me he'd shaved it off. The hair started right below his navel. There wasn't much of it at the navel itself, just a few hairs, but it got thicker a little lower. It was still a line though until suddenly it widened out into the curved top of his pubic bush. The hair there was very thick and dark, the same color as the hair on his head but more curly. His dick was lying toward the right on top of his balls. The foreskin had moved back up to cover the head. The skin on it was darker than the skin on the rest of his body, but the skin on his balls was even darker. There was no hair on his balls. I'd noticed there wasn't when I was licking them. I guessed he'd shaved that off when he shaved his legs. His left leg was stretched straight out, but his right one was bent at the knee. They were hairless, of course, and strong looking. I watched him sleep for a few minutes longer and then decided to wake him up when I saw I was going to have to go and get dressed for dinner soon. I leaned over him carefully, lifted up his dick, and took it completely into my mouth. I circled it a few times with my tongue but got no reaction. I tried to slide my tongue into his foreskin, but it was much tighter than either my dad's or Charlie's so I didn't get anywhere with that. I settled for swirling my tongue slowly around the foreskin-covered head until his dick began to lengthen and thicken. Instead of backing off of it, I let it move into my throat. I knew Barry was awake then because his hand began stroking my hair. "I love being woken up that way," he told me. I made an incoherent noise as I continued to suck his dick. I could feel his foreskin pulling down on the head as it hardened fully. I guessed his skin was as sensitive as Dad's and Charlie's, so I kept swirling my tongue around the head catching the edge of the skin as it slid down. Finally it slipped under the ridge of the head. I began a pistoning motion then, letting the head go into my throat, swallowing to caress it, and pulling back until only the head remained in my mouth. All the while Barry kept running his hand lightly across my hair. When his balls began to tighten, I concentrated my attention on the area behind the head. His foreskin bunched up there so I thought he was probably as sensitive there as I was. A minute or so later he came, pumping a much smaller load into my mouth than he had earlier. I took it all and then held his dick in my mouth until it began to soften. He pulled my head up when I released his dick and we shared a deep kiss. I let him taste himself inside my mouth. "You're really good at that," he told me. "Beginner's luck," I told him. "I'm a natural." "Right!" he snorted. "But I do think you are a natural at it." "I know what feels good when it gets done to me and I try to do that." "Excellent plan. Can't imagine a better one. Let me show you a few of the things I'm very fond of." With that he crawled down the bed and began licking my dick, which was still hard. He repeated a lot of the things I had done to him, except that when I was close, he kept backing off and letting me cool down. He was very good at keeping me at the edge so the pleasure I was feeling had a tickling quality to it. It felt good by itself, but it also urged me to go the rest of the way with the promise of greater pleasure to follow. I had to fight myself to keep my hands off of my dick. When he finally let me cum, it was a very hard one. When he kissed me afterward, he still had a mouth full of my cum. We shared it in a long kiss. "I've got to go and get ready for dinner," I told him when we lay back beside each other. "I know. Want to borrow a pair of shorts so you don't have to put your suit back on? It's got sunblock on the waist and leg openings." "Can you lend me a shirt too? Mine's got sunblock on it." We weren't supposed to walk around the hotel without a shirt. "Sure. Glad to do it." In his shirt and shorts I looked as if I was wearing my big brother's clothes. It surprised me because I would have sworn we were almost the same size. When I went down with Mom and Charlie for dinner, Barry, Sandra, and their parents were already there in the bar. Sandra hooked arms with my mom and hers and told me, "Tell us how gorgeous we look. And make it good. You have no idea how we suffered this afternoon so we'd look stunning tonight." When she mentioned suffering, I remembered the wax job. I did my best to compliment them, helped by the other three men. When they were satisfied they'd heard enough, we went into the dining room and had dinner. In the morning Barry, Sandra, and I went snorkeling not very far away from the hotel. I was surprised when Sandra showed up in bathing suit that covered substantially more of her body. When I said so, she told me, "Unlike the others of mine that you've seen, this suit was made for swimming. It will not dissolve in the water or, hopefully, shrink, stretch, or dye my skin unnatural colors while I'm wearing it. It is also the very dickens to get on and off, so I shouldn't lose it while I'm paddling around the ocean like an infant. I always dress for the occasion." I told her she looked very good in it too, but not as good as she looked in the others. "I'll take that compliment in the spirit in which it was offered rather than at face value," she replied. We came back to the hotel at about the same time we'd eaten lunch on the other two days and ate again on the patio by the ocean. As we were finishing, Barry stood up and told us, "I've got to dash upstairs and get cleaned up. Dad's arranged an interview for me with a friend of his who might hire me for the summer." "You might be working here all summer?" I asked, picturing him as one of the guys cleaning up the pool area. "Right. But it's at the bank downtown. I've got the name of it written down. At least I hope I do. And the address. I'll have to take a taxi. I don't remember seeing it when we were shopping yesterday." After he left, I told Sandra what I'd expected the job would be. "No, no," she told me. "Bar's a business major. Dad means for him to get all the experience he can." "I thought the two of you might become doctors like your parents." "Think again. The idea of sticking needles into people or seeing them bleed makes me nauseous. I plan to be a well-educated housewife when I grow up." "I think you look pretty grown up already." She smiled at me. "So, do you have plans for the afternoon?" "No, not really. Except to get out of the sun and wash this stuff off." I touched my fingertip to my arm to indicate I was talking about the greasy sunblock. "Excellent idea. I was thinking that very thing." "Then you'll take a nap?" "I'm not feeling nappy today. Actually, I thought you might keep me company." "Sounds great to me!" "Come along then," she said, beckoning to me with her finger as she stood up. I trailed after her like a well-trained puppy. As we rode up in the elevator, I wondered what would happen next. I was just about to say I'd go to my room and shower when the doors opened at her floor and she said, "Don't dawdle now." She made it clear what she mean by hooking her finger in the waistband of my suit and pulling gently. I followed her immediately. My dick started to get hard. I was fairly sure I was about to lose another part of my virginity. When the door to her room closed behind us, she asked me, "Is this the suit Bar said you'd pop out of or was it the other one?" "It was this one." "Looks like you're not far from doing that now." It was true. My dick was rigid and visible as it pointed toward my left hipbone. The head was fighting for freedom against the elastic in the waistband. If she'd continue to pull on it as she'd been doing when we left the elevator, my dick would be sticking out of the top. This time it was only luck keeping it inside because this suit didn't have a drawstring. "I've decided it's time for me to see that happen," she told me, sliding her hand under my Tshirt, placing it flat against my belly, and sliding it upwards until she was holding me by the shoulder. The T gathered above her wrist as she raised her hand so my belly and most of my chest were bare. "Lift," she told me. I did and she pushed the T up my arms and over my head, dropping it on the floor. She placed her other hand directly on my cloth-encased dick and began to rub gently up and down. Her stroke also included my balls. She didn't have to wait long. The extra impetus of her hand was all it took. My dick head popped out. She took her hand away immediately. "Looks as if Bar was right. That's funny. You certainly couldn't walk around that way. That is, unless you were trying to attract a lot of attention because you would, you definitely would." She turned around. "Unhook my bra, will you?" I stood there with my dick half in and half out of my suit and unhooked her bra. It had a strap which tied behind the neck too, but she'd untied it when we'd come out of the water. As soon as I released the hook, the bra fell to her feet and she stepped over it. I continued to watch as she shimmied out of the bottom half of the suit. It was clearly very tight. She picked up both pieces and turned to look at me. She began to giggle."You look funny with the head of your dick sticking out like that. And uncomfortable. Why don't you take your suit off. I'm going to take a shower. Have you ever washed a woman's hair?" "No, I never have," I told her as I slid my bathing suit down my legs and stood up with my dick pointing straight up my belly. "You're in for a treat then. I'm going to let you wash mine." "Ok," I told her. "Is there any trick to it or do I just work up a lather and rub." "You've grasped the essentials. Let's give it a try." I followed her into the bathroom. As she set the water temperature, I stood there looking at her and feeling foolish. I had no place to put my hands. My natural inclination was to put them on my dick, but somehow that didn't seem to fit the circumstances. "Shampoo," she told me, pointing to a bottle on the ledge that ran along one wall of the shower. "After that, conditioner. It has to be washed out completely just like the soap." "Got it," I told her. She tilted her head back letting the water from the shower flow down her hair. The position made her breasts even more prominent. Like her brother she had wavy hair that held a curl. It was dark brown but picked up highlights of red when the sun shined on it. The water took all the shape from her hair, turning it into straight mass extending down her back. It seemed to get even darker once it was wet. "Ready," she told me, turning her back to me and tilting her head backwards. "Be careful the lather doesn't run down my face any more than you can help." "I'll be careful," I told her. I squirted some shampoo onto my hands, about five times what I would have used on myself, and began to work it into the hair at the top of her head. She'd slicked her hand along her hair after she'd stepped out of the water so it was thoroughly wet but not dripping any longer, so I had no trouble controlling the lather and keeping it off of her face. I drove my fingers deep into her hair and massaged her scalp slowly and gently. At the same time I worked the lather through her hair. As the lather foamed up, I directed it down the back of her head and worked it into the hair as I went along. When I reached the end, I told her, "Tilt your head back under the shower and rinse off the lather." I saw immediately that the soap had to be worked out of her hair just as I had worked it in, so I began again at the top and lifted the hair, directing the water under and through her hair until the last trace of lather was gone. I took her by the shoulder and pushed her gently out from under the falling water and ran my hands over her hair to force out the excess water. I was also surprised to notice my hardon had deflated. What I was doing was sensual, but it wasn't particularly erotic. Without either of us saying anything, I reached for the conditioner, poured out about as much as I had of the shampoo, and began working it into her hair from the top. When I reached the end, I started to guide her under the shower. "Not yet. It works better if it stays on for a few minutes. I'll wash your hair in the meantime." I ducked my head under the shower and stood still while she worked up a lather in my hair and rinsed it out. Being a full half foot shorter than I was, she had to reach up to do my hair. "Let's try the conditioner on you too," she said, working it into my hair as I had hers. "But we won't leave it on yours very long." And we didn't. She guided me under the shower head after massaging my head for three or four minutes. "Now mine," she told me, stepping under the spray. Again I directed the water over and through her hair, noticing how smooth it now felt. When I was finished, I ran my hands over it and squeegied out the excess. She gathered her hair together and twisted it, lifting it to the top of her head. Just as I was beginning to wonder what would happen next, she said, "Wash my back now." I took the bar of soap and began to wash her back, starting at the neck and shoulders. I alternated between a gentle massage and a light stroke skimming across her skin. When I began to move down her back, she said, "That feels very good." "Good," I told her, continuing my downward movement. When I reached the beginning of her butt, I decided there wasn't any point in stopping. I felt sure she would tell me to continue if I did. And she could always tell me to stop if it wasn't what she had in mind. She didn't say anything at all. The globes of her butt were very smooth and tight with a deep cleft between them, deeper than her brother's. They were shaped differently from her brother's too but were tanned to the same color. I washed them with light curving strokes that were as much caresses as anything else. Her skin was smooth like her brother's. I thought again of the wax job. When I reached the top of her legs, I got down on one knee and told her, "Spread your legs a little." When she did, I ran my lather-covered hand between them. The area at the front end of her perineum felt strange to me. Where I was used to the outward curve of balls was the beginning of a depression. When I realized what I was feeling, my dick hardened and stood up my belly. I didn't linger there, though, moving down her legs with the same sorts of pressure and motion as I had used on most of the rest of her body. When I got to her feet, I reversed course and began to move upwards again, washing the front of her legs, but still from the back. At the swell of her hips I washed her sides but avoided her crotch. I stood up then, continuing upwards over her belly but avoiding her breasts as my hands came up under her arms and across her collarbone. At that point I decided it was time. I started down again, lathering and caressing her breasts. Her nipples were tight and hard when my hands passed over them, but I only touched them lightly once and then teased them, coming close but avoiding them each time afterward. I skimmed her belly with a very light touch and moved inwards from her hipbones to her pussy. I used a very light touch when I got to it. I thought I knew what I was feeling as I moved along, visualizing pictures I had seen along with my own memories of what she had looked like naked two days earlier. I washed the edges of her lips and a very little ways inside before I finally drew each index finger up along the lip and across her clitoris. She drew a sharp breath. I pushed her gently into the shower spray, running my hands over her body lightly to make sure all the lather was rinsed off. I ended again at her pussy, sliding one finger into her slowly as I moved the other hand up her belly and around her breasts. She sighed, sagged a little in my arms, and pressed herself back against me. My hard dick pressed into the small of her back. I continued caressing her breasts and belly while I slid my finger slowly in and out of her as the water cascaded over both of us. I could feel her body moving in reaction to my caresses. Suddenly she spun in my arms, pulled my head down, and pressed her lips firmly against mine. A few seconds later I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth. At the same time I felt her hand on my dick. I forced my hand between us, pushing a finger into her again as I pulled her tight against me with one arm and returned the kiss. She wrapped one leg around mine and clung to me as I continued to slide my finger back and forth against her clitoris. A minute later she whimpered and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I need it now!" she told me. She was pulling herself up with her arms as she tried to climb my body. When I realized what she wanted, I slid my hands under her butt and lifted her. She let go of me with one arm and reached between us, taking hold of my dick and pressing the head between the lips of her pussy. She grunted at me and tried to lower herself. As I let her down, my dick slid straight into her. Being used to the tightness of assholes, I was surprised at how easily it went in. Once I was inside her, she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. She put her hand back around my neck and began to lift and lower herself as she pressed her lips tightly against mine and drove her tongue into my mouth. When I figured out her rhythm, I began to help her by lifting and lowering her butt. The sensation of my dick being rubbed by the warm wet space inside her was different from what I'd imagined it would be like. Also when I'd imagined sex with a girl, I'd always been afraid I'd cum before she did. But I was having no trouble at all controlling myself because the stimulation of my dickhead was so light. After a two or three minutes, I began to have trouble keeping my balance. I backed against the wall to support myself, but that didn't help, so I rolled us along the wall until we reached the corner and I could press her back into it. She let go of me with one hand and grabbed the ledge, partly supporting her own weight. I lowered her slightly, held her against the wall while I supported her butt, and began to drive my dick in and out of her. She began to take shorter, gasping breaths between kisses. Then suddenly she made a loud gargling sound and pulled me tight against her. I knew she was cumming so I let myself go. She had barely finished when I began to pump my load into her. After the first two shots my knees began to give way. We slid down the wall together as I finished my orgasm inside her. When my knees touched the floor, I felt her arms and legs wrap around me. I let go of her and supported myself as I slid sideways, dropping to sit on the floor. As I lay back supporting myself on my arms and trying to get my breath, she stayed with me. We ended up with me lying on my back on the floor of the shower and her straddling my hips. I couldn't tell if my dick was still inside of her or not. "That was good. I needed that," she told me. I was still breathing hard. "Yeah, it was." Then I made a snap decision. "That was my first time." She leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms and holding her face a few inches from mine. "You're joking!" "No, I'm not. Honest." "I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me. You certainly seemed like you knew what you were doing." "Thanks," I told her. I could feel the grin on my face. I wished I could tell if my dick was still hard and inside her. I had no idea. "But now I need another shower to wash off the sunblock you've smeared all over me. And you need one too. I think this time I'll bathe you." "If there's any hot water left. We must have had the shower running for over an hour." "Time certainly files when you're having fun." We both laughed. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at WWW.NIFTY.ORG in the gay male/incest section.