A Baumgartner Reunion

CHAPTER EIGHT

The water was so warm and buoyant I could have floated forever, the sun bright behind my eyes as the waves gently rocked me. I was, strangely, more relaxed than I’d been since I arrived. Just being out in the water reminded me of what I’d termed the “raft therapy session” I’d had with Doc the night before, and the memory made me feel warm from the inside out. Something had broken open in me then, and I had no more qualms about being here. TJ was due to fly in soon—just a few more days—but I wasn’t worried anymore. Things would work out.

I’d decided that was going to be my mantra for the rest of this little vacation. Things would work out. Whatever was going on with Janie… well, it would work itself out. If Brian was cheating on Janie, well…it would work itself out. If Henry was interested in the girl Brian had been cheating with, well… that would work itself out, too. Somehow.

I opened my eyes and started swimming toward shore, my sudden hunger outweighing my craving for sun. I grabbed my towel off the sand and went into the house, shivering at the sudden cold-the air conditioning was running full blast against the incredible heat of the day. I grabbed a banana off the counter and ate it on my way up the stairs, heading for the shower.

I was alone in the house—everyone had decided to go for ice cream, but I’d decided I didn’t want to be in the same car with Janie. Even if I wanted to believe it was all going to work out, I didn’t think I needed to put myself in harm’s way or volunteer for any further abuse. And I knew, just from the way Janie bristled when I came downstairs that morning after spending the night in Gretchen’s room—without Gretchen, incidentally, who had given me a sheepish smile when she came out of the Baumgartner’s bedroom in the morning—that Janie was still angry about the night before.

So I didn’t expect Henry to be in the bathroom. I probably would have just opened the door without even thinking, but I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror through the crack in the door—it was slightly ajar. He was standing there completely naked, his cock hard in his hand, with a pair of pink panties pressed to his face.

I knew they were panties, because I recognized the “Hello Kitty” on them—Janie had been wearing them last night when she’d shown us her tattoo.

Frozen, I stood there and watched as he lazily stroked himself, eyes closed, totally oblivious to my presence. He inhaled deeply, groaning softly, his hand moving faster up and down his cock.

I shrank back, my stomach clenching, afraid he’d find me here watching him. But I didn’t turn and go. I didn’t. I couldn’t figure out why Henry was home-

he’d left with everyone else to get ice cream, I thought. He knew I was out swimming… maybe he’d come back to have some time alone? To do…this? I stared as he wrapped the panties around the base of his cock, stroking himself now with the silky material.

He’s a young man, I reminded myself, swallowing hard. A wind blows and they get hard. It’s biological. But those were Janie’s panties. His sister’s panties.

That was just…wrong. All kinds of wrong. And still, I didn’t move. I didn’t barge in and ask him just what in the hell he thought he was doing. I didn’t turn and walk away. I stood in the doorway and watched, feeling an ache swelling between my legs. I didn’t move until Henry stopped, giving a quick, guilty look toward the door, and then moved to open it. Quickly, as silently as I could, I slipped into Gretchen’s room and hid behind the door.

I peeked between the crack in the door and saw him head to his room. He pushed the door open and then swung it behind him, but it didn’t latch. Now what? I knew I should just go take a shower and pretend nothing had happened, but somehow I couldn’t. The memory of him standing behind the cabana, watching his sister be fucked… and now this, seeing him masturbating with a pair of his sister’s panties… what was going on?

I crept down the hall, just inches at a time. His door was open, just slightly ajar and I stopped there with a good view of Henry stretched out on his bed, his fist pumping his cock with furious enthusiasm. I stood there, undecided, knowing what he was doing was wrong-and what I was doing was even more wrong. But I couldn’t stop.

My god, he was beautiful. He was like a younger version of Doc, tall and broad and tanned, like some gorgeous Greek god, his dark hair tousled and a little too long, hanging over his forehead. His cock… oh no, I shouldn’t be thinking it, should most definitely not be wanting it like I was… such a gorgeous thing, standing straight up, the pink panties making the red tip of his cock look even darker.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Henry moaned, squeezing his fist tight, and I saw a slow, sweet seep of pre-cum flow out onto his sister’s panties. “Oh god, Janie, suck me, baby, suck it good…”

My belly tightened at his words. Knowing he had his sister’s panties was one thing—I mean, even I could rationalize that in some way. The smell of pussy was… well… intoxicating. But knowing that he was actually fantasizing about Janie, picturing her sucking his cock? That was something else altogether.

And still I didn’t go. Instead, I found my hand pressed between my legs, cupping my aching mound as I watched him. The head of his cock played peek-a-boo with the satin of his sister’s panties. The glistening tip wept continually, soaked up by the silky material that grew darker and darker with every pump of Henry’s hand.

“Yeah, I want your pussy,” he murmured, his head going from side to side, his hips thrusting up. “Spread it. Oh god yeah. Fuck me, Janie. Yeah!” Oh god. This was so wrong. My fingers slipped under the wet crotch of my suit, seeking the heat of my pussy, watching as Henry reached next to him on the night table for a bottle of baby oil. Mrs. B had a ton of the stuff around to use for tanning…but this clearly wasn’t the first time Henry had done this. He let several fat drops fall onto the naked head of his cock before putting it back on the table.

“Oh god, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he eased his cock through the tight press of his fist. With his other hand he brought her panties to his face again and inhaled the scent of her deeply. “Janie… Janie… ohhhh…”

I bit my lip, watching as he began to thrust, knowing he was picturing Janie on top of him, imagining his cock pressing deep into his own sister’s pussy.

It was wrong, it was downright wicked, but it was soooo hot… just the thought of it made my fingers soaked with my juices and I spread them through my pussy lips, focusing on my aching clit.

“Fuck me, Janie!” he begged, growling and thrusting and reminding me so much of Doc with every motion. It was both eerie and exciting. Henry might have been imagining shoving his cock into his sister’s pussy-but I was imagining him in mine. I wanted to climb up and ride him, god help me, I really did. That hard cock was so hard to resist…

“Oh yes yes yes, Sissy, make me come!”

My eyes widened-I hadn’t heard Henry call Janie “Sissy” in years, but here it was, coming out of his mouth just as he was about to climax, whispering it over and over, “Sissy, yes, Sissy, yes, Sissy, yesssss,” as he imagined fucking her deep and hard. I rubbed my clit faster, unable control myself, my breath coming fast as I watched.

“Oh fuck me! Now! Ohhhhh!” Henry’s cock exploded, thick jets of cum spilling over his tight glistening, pumping fist, sliding down toward the thick, dark nest of his pubic hair. He rubbed Janie’s panties over the head of his cock, groaning, his cum splashing the sly, wide-eyed kitten applique, soaking the material.

Seeing him come sent me soaring and I pressed my flushed face against the doorframe, shuddering with my climax. My pussy throbbed, aching for the thrust of a cock, my nipples hard and straining against my suit. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise, backing away from the door, afraid he might hear or sense my orgasm somehow.

“Oh god,” I heard him whisper.

The reality of what he’d been doing-what I’d been doing-sank in, and I crept shamefully away, sneaking down the stairs, avoiding the places where they creaked, and went back out onto the beach, where I’m sure he thought I still was.

I spread out a towel and stretched out on my back, throwing an arm over my eyes against the heat of the sun, and wondered what I was going to do. It will all work out. Right. That was my new motto. I tried not to remember Henry holding his sister’s panties to his nose, tried not to remember him pretending to fuck his sister’s pussy as he came…

I heard the door wall and, while I didn’t look up, my whole body tensed in anticipation. I was glad of the heat, hoping it would explain the flush in my cheeks.

“Hey Ronnie.”

I uncovered but shaded my eyes. “Hey, Henry… what flavor did you get?” He stopped, cocking his head at me and frowning. “Huh?”

“Ice cream,” I reminded him.

“Oh.” He smiled, sitting next to me. He was wearing a bathing suit now, but I couldn’t help remembering him without one… I tried, but I really couldn’t help it. “I didn’t go.”

“How come?”

“Didn’t feel like it.” He shrugged, looking thoughtful, letting sand sift through his fingers. “I guess I’m mad at Janie.”

“Janie?” I sat up on my elbows, eyeing him. “And here I thought you’d be mad at Brian…or…Liz…”

“She deserves better than him.” He scowled. “They both do.”

“Well, I have to agree with you there.”

Henry made a fist, gripping the sand in his hand. “He’s such an asshole.” I nodded. “Again, all kinds of agree over here…”

He looked over at me and smiled. “Wanna go for a walk?”

“Sure.” I stood, brushing sand off, and he did the same. The sand was hot and we walked, barefoot, down to the water’s edge where it was cool and wet.

“Aren’t you mad at Liz?” I asked.

“No.” Henry shrugged, reaching over and grabbing my hand. “She just got caught up in Brian’s little web.”

“And your sister didn’t?”

He frowned, swinging my hand as we walked. “I warned her about him.”

“You mean… after last night?” I winced, imagining that confrontation.

“No, before,” he replied. “Before you came.”

I noticed we were walking around the shore grass again, and remembered with a flush the last time I’d come this way. “How did you know?”

“I just knew.”

“It’s sweet that you’re so protective of her…” I bit my lip, hesitant, not sure how to bring it up but sure I had to, somehow. “But Henry… I think you might… be a little too… attached, I guess… to your sister…”

He frowned, stopping to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“I just think… I think…” I bit my lip again, trying to think of what to say, how to say… “Well, I think you need a girlfriend, that’s what I think.” He laughed, swinging my hand as we started to walk again. “Are you volunteering?”

“I was thinking someone more your age…” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Someone not married.”

Henry snorted. “That doesn’t mean anything around here.”

“What do you mean?” We were coming up on the old cabanas again, and the memory of Henry masturbating behind them, his cock squeezed in the very hand that now held mine, made me flush.

Henry shrugged. “My parents… and Gretchen… and you… and…

whoever…” I was the one to stop this time, gaping at him. “We’re not stupid, you know.”

“When did…how…?” I shook my head, not wanting to believe it.

Henry’s smile was slow and a little mischievous. “Janie and I both saw you, that summer.”

“Oh Henry…” I reached out and touched his cheek. “I’m so sorry.” He shook his head. “My parents have always been very…open.”

“How open?” My antennae went up and I frowned as I sat down in the sand, facing the water, and he did, too.

“Well, their marriage is obviously open.” He started playing in the sand again, writing his name, erasing it.

“Henry…has anyone ever…I mean…” I swallowed, wondering if I wanted to know. “No one ever abused you, did they?”

He turned to me, wide-eyed. “No!”

“I just wondered…because…well…” I looked out at the water, the sun brilliant on its surface. “I saw you, too.”

“What do you mean?” He resumed writing his name in the sand.

“Upstairs in your room…” I said, clearing my throat. “With Janie’s panties.” Oh god. Just the thought made me blush. “And before… right here, by the cabanas…”

He didn’t look at me, but I heard him whisper. “Oh fuck.”

“She’s your sister.” I did look at him, then, at the flush in his cheeks, his eyes downcast.

“I know…” He sighed. “But… I can’t seem to help it.”

I took a deep breath and just asked. “Did anything ever happen between you and Janie?”

He shrugged, brushing his hands together to get the sand off. “When we were kids, we played around. Not anything major. Just pretending kissing and stuff. I think maybe every brother and sister might do something like that.”

I didn’t know. I had a sister, but I didn’t have a brother. Still, if I had a brother who looked like Henry…

“But god, Ronnie, she’s gotten so…” Henry’s eyes moved over my suit and I could almost feel the heat of his gaze. I pretended not to notice.

“Grown up?” I suggested

“You could say that…” He laughed softly. “And she’s constantly flaunting it around the house… constantly… it’s enough to drive me crazy!” I smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it. “You really need a girlfriend.”

“Sure you’re not volunteering?” he asked again, his eyes dark, so like Doc’s, full of a deep, greedy hunger, an unstoppable lust…

“Stop…” I whispered as he let go of my hand, slowly encircling my wrist and sliding his palm up my forearm.

“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, his fingers grazing my shoulder, my collarbone, trailing down toward the V of my suit.

“No.” I answered honestly, closing my eyes when his finger touched my hard nipple through the material.

“Really?” he asked, pressing his mouth right next to my ear.

“Really,” I breathed, sliding my arms around his neck and letting him kiss me. It was wrong, but I wanted it, and he did too. I rationalized that it was better this, better me, than Janie. Living without boundaries clearly had consequences, I thought, and maybe this boundary was better crossed than another, more taboo one…

“Wait,” he murmured, leaving me there and running over to one of the cabanas. He produced a blanket which he spread out on the sand, urging me to get on it. I crawled to the center and laid down on my back, seeing his eyes darken as he looked down at me.

“Oh Henry,” I moaned when he pressed me back into the sand, his thigh between mine. I could feel his cock, hard and ready even though he’d come just half an hour before. I wanted to reach for it but restrained myself, letting him explore me first. He sat up between my legs, his erection obvious, tenting his shorts, and slid my suit straps over my shoulders, slowly exposing my breasts.

His eyes devoured me, making me squirm as he pulled my suit down over my belly. I lifted my hips for him, letting him peel it off the rest of the way, laying there and just letting him look at me. His eyes lingered between my legs and he used his fingers to part my smooth lips, his look almost pained as he saw the pink flesh inside.

“Can I taste you?”

I nodded, letting my legs fall open, hearing him moan as he settled between my thighs and started kissing my pussy lips. He took his time, slow, gentle, hesitant even as his lips brushed over my clit. He explored gently with his fingers, pressing first one inside of me and then two, making me rock my hips and whimper.

“Lick it,” I whispered, reaching down and spreading my lips open. His breath was hot, his eyes dark with lust. “Here…” I showed him with my finger, rubbing my clit back and forth. He leaned in and touched my clit with his tongue, making me moan in response. Clearly encouraged by my response, he began to lick me eagerly, his fingers pressed deep inside.

“Finger me, too,” I begged, rocking my hips. He did as I asked, plunging his fingers into my wetness and the pulling them out, doing it again, again, making me moan softly and thrust my hips. “Lick me,” I whispered, reminding him, spreading my pussy wide and he groaned as he found my clit again with his tongue, licking me in short, flat strokes.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, finally catching a good rhythm, licking and fingering me at the same time.

“You like the taste of pussy?” I asked, smiling as I half sat up on my elbows to watch him. He nodded eagerly, showing me rather than saying anything, sucking my clit greedily.

“Swallow all my juices, baby,” I encouraged, grabbing a handful of his dark hair and pressing him against my pussy. I ground my mound against his face, making him moan. “Ohhhh god, yes, yes, make me come, make me come all over your face!”

I could barely hear him, his sounds so muffled by my flesh, but I don’t think he cared. I bucked and writhed on the blanket, giving him every last bit of my orgasm, my whole pussy spasming, on fire, around his thrusting fingers. But they weren’t enough. God, not anywhere near enough. I wanted his cock. I wanted it desperately.

“Come here,” I urged, reaching for him, kissing his mouth, licking my juices off his lips, his chin. “God, I love that taste.”

His eyes lit up when I said that, and he groaned when I yanked down his suit and grabbed his cock in my fist. I pushed him back on the blanket, nuzzling his cock as I settled myself between his legs. I was hungry for him, but I made myself wait, teasing his balls with my tongue, rubbing the head of his cock with my thumb.

“Oh god, please,” he begged, looking down at me with half-closed eyes.

“Suck it, Ronnie. Suck my dick.”

I rubbed the tip over my lips, rolling my tongue slowly, wetly, around the head. He groaned, arching, toes curling, and I marveled how much he looked like Doc in that moment, and that less than twenty-four hours ago, his father’s cock had been in my mouth, too. The thought was blackly exciting.

Of course, I knew better than to spend too long with his cock in my mouth.

Not if I wanted to fuck him-and I did. My pussy was dripping and aching to be filled. I teased him for a few moments, then sucked him deep, all the way into my throat, and he marveled at it, lifting my hair out of the way so he could watch, his mouth half-open in astonished pleasure.

“I want your cock,” I breathed as I moved up to straddle him.

“Inside you?” Henry’s eyes went wide and I stopped, looking down at him, surprised. His cock was wet and throbbing in my hand, and I squeezed it gently, making him gasp.

“Haven’t you ever…?” I smiled down at him as I teased my clit with the head of his cock, biting my lip, trying to hold myself back.

He swallowed, shaking his head, his hands moving to grip my hips.

“Do you want to?” I asked, aiming him, the tip of his cock poised at the entrance of my pussy.

“Yeah,” he breathed, looking up at me, his palms moving up over my hips, my sides, cupping my breasts. “Yeah, put it in. Oh god, yeah. Please. Fuck me, Ronnie.”

I never would have taken him for a virgin, but there was no turning back now anyway. I needed his cock. I had to feel him inside of me. I slowly shifted my hips, letting the wet heat of my pussy slide down his shaft. Henry gasped, his eyes widening, then closing, lost in the sensation.

“Feel good?” I smiled as he opened his eyes, staring at me in wonder.

“Better than anything,” he agreed, already breathless, his hips moving up, experimenting, and he groaned. “You’re so wet… god, it’s sooo hot inside…”

“Nothing like your hand, is it?” I asked, teasing as I began to rock. He grabbed my hips, holding on, shaking his head.

“Oh god… so much fucking better…”

I knew he wouldn’t last long, and I wanted to come with him. I wanted to see his face when he came inside a woman for the first time-when he came inside me. I moved his hands to my breasts, showing him how to squeeze and tug at my nipples. He took the initiative and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me close and sucking them, first one, then the other.

“Oh Henry,” I moaned as his hips began to thrust, taking over the motion. I wasn’t fucking him anymore, he was fucking me-hard and fast and furious, slamming his cock deep. I let him, reaching down to rub my clit, feeding him the hard wet tips of my nipples, riding him, barely keeping my balance. We were both working for it, breath coming fast.

“Can I come?” He groaned and bit his lip. “Oh fuck, can I come? Can I come inside you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I said, rolling my hips on his cock, nudging my clit toward my own climax. “Do it, Henry, fill my pussy with your hot cum!” He growled and thrust up hard, gasping and shuddering underneath me. I felt his cock exploding, throbbing, and I cried out and bit his shoulder as I came, too, my pussy quivering around his shaft, hot, wet, deep spasms that sucked him in deep with every sweet clutch.

“Oh god,” he whispered, pulling me close, not letting me move off him.

“No, don’t. I want to stay inside you. I want to do it again.” I groaned softly, but I smiled, nuzzling his neck and shoulder, kissing the place where I’d bitten him and left a mark.

“Tell me something,” I murmured, closing my eyes, feeling the heat of the sun against my back, his fingers making sweet, light shivery trails down my back.

“Hm?” His eyes were closed and he was smiling.

“Were you thinking about your sister when you were with me?”

“Are you kidding me?” He opened his eyes and laughed. “No way. Not for a minute.”

I grinned and squeezed my pussy muscles tight, making him groan. “I didn’t think so.”