Re: Genie or Jeannie.....
Dad lived for a small family owned BBQ joint just off exit 8. Having a station with the cheapest gas in the state next door guaranteed that 86 miles from home we'd stop for gas, a snack, and a pee. Tonight was no exception. We waited silently, with eyes closed, for Dad to come open the rear hatch to 'wake us up' for a pit stop.
When the expected "Kids, wake up, we're at Bonnie's BBQ." eventually came, we acted suitable sleepy and disoriented.
Everyone had a Bonnie's special; A basket of fries, side of slaw, plus 3 small sandwiches... one for each type of BBQ they offered. It really was tasty stuff. We might tease Dad, but none of us ever wanted to drive past Bonnie's.
Fed, fueled, and drained, we hit the road again. A Bonnie's special is filling, it's tough to feel romantic with a belly-full of BBQ. We snuggled close, but choose to chat until that bloated feeling past.
We speculated for the umpteenth time about the two weeks ahead. Dad and his brother Jake hung out constantly, Mom and Aunt Betty got along great. Either all together, or in pairs, the four parents mostly did things together during these visits. We kids could pretty much count on being left alone. Our cousin Karen was a good egg, but if past visits were an indicator, she'd be attached to our hips for the entire stay.
Uncle Jake had a 130 acres plus in a poor rural county. He'd sold his expensive house in New Jersey and dropped out of the rat race. Jake had paid cash for the land and a decent 4-bedroom farm house that over the years they'd fixed up. Jobs there were scarce, but he'd had enough left to buy a gas station/convenience store in a good location. When the local plant had closed, several businesses that had just been hanging on got sold for a song. He had enough capital to restock, add a line of take out foods, then hold on until he built a decent business.
These days Jake had enough good help for him to take off a week off now and then. Aunt Betty and Karen had green thumbs, each season they grew enough veggies to eat and freeze for year round. They'd raise a cow for organic meat every year, keep a few chickens, and tend some fruit trees. Jake cut wood for heat. They'd never be rich, but the were a happy, well off family overall.
Sue and I liked Karen. She was my age. It got a tad lonely for her at times, so anytime our families got together she glommed onto us. Up to now, I'd always looked forward to spending time with her. She had a weird, but fun sense of humor, was a notch past cute, and a good all around companion. We'd spoken by phone a few times, saw each other one day a Christmas ago, but hadn't really spent any time together for well over two years.
This time, as much as we liked Karen, she was going to cramp our style. Karen and Sue had to share a room. About the only time Karen wouldn't expect to hang out with us would be when one of us was taking a shower. We'd brainstormed all week, still, neither of had a clue how we could manage sex before our ride home.
We fell silent as we accepted our fate. Fingertips grazed my face. "Penny for your thoughts, Lewis. You OK in there. Hey it's only two weeks. Who knows... maybe we'll get lucky?"
"Sue, do you want a family some day? Kids? Husband? The whole enchilada?"
Before the implications of my innocent question hit her, Sue replied, "Sure, you want kids and all don't you?"
My somber "Yeah, I do." caused Sue to reach the same sobering realization I'd just had. Nothing lasts forever. Someday 'we' had to change. It was a profound moment, like the first time a kid actually understands that someday they're going to die. They know they probably have a lot of future to look forward to, but they're saddled with the knowledge that someday all things end.
Sue and I had been watching each other's face as we'd conversed. At that moment, I felt I was seeing her for the first time. Much as a blind person does, I used my finger tips to explore her face. Car headlights caused shifting patterns of light to highlight our faces. Now so aware that our moments together were gifts to be treasured, I attempted to record each sight and touch for the future.
Our eyes were locked, we engaged in powerful non-verbal communication. I invited Sue's very soul to merge with mine. We were going to make love, share our bodies, as if there might not be a tomorrow. I wanted Sue more than ever, and I wanted to give myself to her totally.
Unhurriedly, we undressed each other completely.
Naked, we lay on our sides, facing, mere inches apart. Not once did we kiss. We studied our partner's face. We each had a free hand. Those hands roamed, caressed, bringing pleasure to one place, then another. I soon felt as if I could swim in the depths of Sue's dark brown eyes. My senses seemed heightened. I noticed each tiny hair of her eye lashes and eye brows, fine lines on her lips, every facet of her serene smile, the barely visible scar on her chin; every flicker of pleasure on her face as I stroked her sensitive flesh.
Slowly our hands prepared our bodies for joining. My penis grew warm and lengthened in Sue's hand as blood inflated it. As I fingered Sue, I felt her clit lengthen, her lips swell, and most importantly her vagina opening ever wider, anticipating my penetration. The warm, slickness coating my fingers assured me Sue was ready for my body to merge into hers.
Never losing eye contact, our gently thrusting hips moved closer and closer. I moved my hand from her pussy to her taut buns, pulling Sue's upper leg over mine. I eased Sue nearer, bit by bit, until my glans was nudging against her warm folds at the apex of each short thrust. With little distance between us now, Sue stopped stroking me. Her fingers scooped some her own moisture, then coated my erection with it.
For a short time Sue aimed me to rub over her clitoris each time I pushed towards her. All this time we lay on our sides, watching our lover's face. We observed the facial contortions brought on by our intimate touches. When my swollen knob slid over Sue's clit, her eyes would roll up, sometimes her lower teeth would trap her upper lip.
When at last she aimed me into her wet slippery sheath, her eyelids drooped until they were half closed. Dozens of tiny muscles animate the human face. Sue and I saw them tighten here, or relax there, forming a myriad subtle expressions, all saying one thing. "Oh my dear, sweet lover, you are giving me such pleasure. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Close enough now that my glans was fully cupped by Sue's vaginal opening, she moved her hand to my cheek. She stroked my face as my gentle probing progressed to partial insertion. I was in no hurry. I could see Sue was delighting in the oh so gradual penetration. Her fingertips trailed over my face, lips, and neck. With feathery caress I felt "I love you" louder than if she'd shouted the words.
For some unknown reason, Dad had to ride the brakes for a second. The sudden de-acceleration propelled me forward! Our faces reflected a combination of surprise and ecstasy as I unexpectedly sank into Sue as far as physically possible. I had reflexively grabbed her buns when the SUV lurched, now I gripped her steel hard cheeks so I could keep myself deeply embedded. I savored the sensation of feeling Sue's wonderful pussy surrounding every bit of my penis.
My eyes nearly closed, but I forced them to stay open just enough to see a serene smile form on Sue's face in response to the bliss she saw on mine. For nearly a minute we lay still, male and female, joined in an act of passion.
When the moment seemed right, I loosened my grip on Sue's tush. Gradually I withdrew. Slowly I re-entered her divine warmth. With machine-like regularity, I repeated those motions. Sue shifted her hips until my shaft gave her the friction she sought. I spotted the minor changes in her expression as her pleasure increased. It was clear to me when she found just the angle she'd sought, a combination of joy and relief both showed on her features.
With many miles to go, and a long time before the next rest stop, there was no hurry. The shifting glow caused by headlights moving around us, fleetingly reminded me that people nearby were rushing from one place to another. How lucky I was to have the time to lay there, lazily making love to a wonderful girl and her miraculous body. Even in the dull glow through the tinted glass, I could see the rippling of her well toned muscles.
Her hand had run through my hair, spent several minutes on my back, then finally settled onto my buns. We both enjoyed feeling those powerful muscles flexing as our bodies made love to one another. There was no heavy breathing, no sweating, just mile after mile of sex as sweet and loving as I can recall ever having to this day.
When our time approached, at long last, we both saw it steal upon our lover's face. Our breathing did change, our bodies did tense as climax neared, but it was Sue's subtle facial expressions that I was paying attention to. Her eyelids nearly closed, her nostrils bellowed, her lips would twist this way, then that. Somehow I could see both tension and serenity cover her face. A tiny smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. I found myself smiling at her in response to the happiness I saw.
My penis was definitely swelling inside of Sue. Her pussy was noticeably caressing my erection more and more, her body seemed to be insistently milking it for it's life-giving fluids. The more my penis enlarged, the more her vagina gripped it in all the right places, trying to make me lose control.
As much as I wanted my eyes wide open, my lids drooped. Silently I mouthed the words, "I'm coming, Sue." Every muscle in my body tensed. "Me Too." She mouthed for me to see. Sue and I worked together, pulling, straining, so each jet of sperm was loosed deep within her. Our faces contorted as our bodies reached the release they'd become so desperate for. We both felt my warm emissions being spread inside Sue by my swollen shaft as it moved up and down her contracting vagina.
We began unhurriedly, we made love leisurely, and we were slow to finish. Long after the last of my sperm dribbled into Sue's womb, I was still moving my penis in and out of her pussy. Sue enjoyed a few more mild orgasms after the major one we'd shared. My glans tingled, it was so sensitive that I had to pause often.
When we were done, totally, completely done, only then did we come together to kiss and hug each other close. We managed to keep me inside of Sue during our post-coital embraces.
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Re: Genie or Jeannie.....
Truly tired now, we were ready to sleep. We dressed. Sue lay on her side, back to me. I moved close in behind her until we were spooning. I pulled the light blanket over us both. Draping my arm over her, we fell asleep.
Sometimes it's silence that awakens you. Groggily, a few facts trickled into my head. My arm was still draped over Sue, it was pitch black, we weren't moving, it was utterly still... not a sound. When a hint of light brightened the long, right rear window, I finally pieced it together. We'd arrived at Uncle Jake's, Mom and Dad had gone to the house before waking Sue and I.
Nibbling her ear lobes and neck eventually roused my sister. Looking as sleepy as I felt, Sue stretched and yawned until she was with it enough to ask. "We there?"
Through a reflexive yawn I replied. "Yep, guess the folks went in before waking us. We might as well grab some bags and haul 'em in."
Though late Summer, it was cooler than normal, our breathe was just visible. Must have been near 2AM, that's around the time we usually arrived. I noted the cloudless, starry night sky as I walked to the house. Only the screen door was closed, a few hardy moths flapped against it as they sought the light or warmth within. Conversation drifted out of the kitchen as we toted in luggage.
Sue and I had hauled everything in from the SUV before the four parents even realized we were awake. Uncle Jake and Aunt Betty had a cool little part-Beagle named Triscut, she adored Dad. Triscut had ignored Sue and I completely to hang around my Father. Just as we were closing the front door, Triscut came running over to my sister and me for pets, which she got in abundance. Our folks and Uncle Jake were coming out of the kitchen. I knew from experience Aunt Betty was busy setting out a bedtime snack for the weary travelers.
Karen was asleep already. After a quick bite, hugs were exchanged, then off we went to our respective bedrooms.
Looking back, Saturday flew by. No one was in a big hurry to get out of bed that morning. Guess we got up in dribs and drabs; just as well since there were now more than twice the people sharing the only two bathrooms. Aunt Betty and Mom had a huge breakfast ready a little past nine. I suspect they wanted us stuffed so we didn't go totally berserk at our next stop, the supermarket!!
I really hadn't said two words to Karen before we piled into our SUV. She was still sleepy at breakfast, plus I'd kept my mouth stuffed with eggs, sausage, home fries, hot toast, cinnamon buns... the whole nine yards. Sue, Karen, and I piled into the cargo area so we three could talk. The four parents took the passenger seats so they could get a good start on the chatter that would continue non-stop until we'd leave 2 weeks hence.
Offspring and adults mostly tuned each other out, but these car conversations were carefully limited to superficial topics nonetheless. Still, having not spent time together for so long, jaws wagged the entire 45 minutes each way to the nearest real town.
Sitting in a circle in the cargo area, I got my first real look at the latest version of Karen. As she'd grown up, during past visits I'd joked about her becoming Karen Mark II, then Mark III, etc. Only seeing each other every year or two, we'd often observe significant changes in each other between visits. I found myself staring at my cousin. Certainly she'd matured since I'd last seen her, but Karen seemed very different just since breakfast. Make up!! The sleepy, rumpled girl I recently shared a meal with thirty-minutes ago had put on a going-to-town face.
Hanging around the farm, Karen had often been a typical tomboy. I'd seen her wear a touch of basic make-up when we went to church, but day-to-day she'd always shunned it. Karen liked to be outdoors, she enjoyed gardening, long walks in the woods, swimming, fishing, she even liked mowing the pastures. Now, riding to town, I was seeing a very attractive young woman. Karen looked terrific.
All she'd worn were everyday white shorts, and a light denim blouse with the tails out. After all, we were only going for groceries. Still, this was definitely Karen Mark V. Her body was terrific; strong legs, a modest, but most eye pleasing bust line, flat stomach, plus an enviable glow of good health. Karen had a definite feminine aura.
Little time had passed between Karen leaving the breakfast table and our piling into the car. Yet the girl to my right looked like a million damned dollars. Long, dark brown hair with deep highlights certainly added to her good looks, but it was her face that held my attention. A little eye liner, a touch of blush, a light application of eye shadow, a shade of red lipstick that screamed "kiss me". Other girl things may have transpired that I didn't even know the names for, but whatever Karen had done had transformed a cute cousin into a serious fox.
Our conversation had stopped, both girls wore smirks directed my way. "Coming back anytime soon, Lewis?" Karen teased.
Caught daydreaming, an embarrassed grin crept over my face. "Sorry for staring, but you are definitely Karen Mark V. I want to say this right... You always look nice, but you seem so... Your face is extra pretty somehow."
Karen gave my leg a warm squeeze, her smile assuring me she enjoyed my bumbling compliment. Sue apparently had noticed as well. "Yeah, when did you get so good at face painting, Little Cousin?"
A pretty face got prettier as Karen beamed. "Late last year a girlfriend came for a sleepover. She'd talked about finding a new look for months, but hadn't done anything about. Somewhere, during a bout of the giggles, I agreed to experiment on her. Lindsay's old man is loaded, their family has been in timber for generations. She'd brought a make-up case with her that a Broadway actress would envy."
"Long story short, on my third try Lindsay went nuts for her makeover. The first one didn't count, I turned her into a Goth ghoul. Then I really tried my best. Lindsay looked good when I finished, still I thought I could do better. She was totally thrilled with her new face after my next try. Lindsay told some girls we both know about it, then they wanted me to do the same for them." Karen rolled her eyes back before continuing.
"Before I knew it, folks decided I was a whiz. The Drama Club begged me to help with make up for the Senior Class play. Turned out to be fun, and I was good at it. After reading a few books they had about stage make up and cosmetology, I got better. The fools put me in charge of make up a couple months ago."
"New career?" Sue asked.
"Lord, no. Well, I say that now, but in places like this where there are no decent jobs, I guess it would be good to have a fallback skill. Sue, are you brave enough let me give you a makeover.?"
"Tomorr... no, Monday morning, after breakfast. Lewis, would you mind fishing with our Dads or something while we do girl stuff?"
"No, of course not. I haven't been fishing since our last visit. I brought a couple books, so I'm covered if it's raining."
I'm afraid the above is about as exciting as our conversation got. Don't get me wrong, it was interesting to us, but would have little appeal to anyone outside our family. We jabbered non-stop the whole time we rode to town, hit assorted stores for routine odds and ends, bought our groceries, rode back, ate a huge meal, cleaned up, then lounged in front of the TV. Still, having been apart for so long, there were a zillion questions and stories to share.
Karen also asked Sue questions that would never have occurred to me. I gained a few insights into my sister, so I even enjoyed some of the girl talk. Loooooved watching Sue squirm when Karen asked her predictable questions about her love life. It was much less funny when my turn came.
Initially I hemmed and hawed, my shyness came to the forefront. Then a new me asserted himself. "OK, I have been seeing a lot of someone. We've gotten pretty close I'd say."
Karen pressed me for every detail, of course. "Yes, she lives pretty close to me." "Yeah, she's really nice, I like her a lot." "About 5 months." "Of course I think she's attractive." "Yeah, I'm sure you'd like her." When pressed for a name, I said, "Liz" which wasn't a lie because Sue's middle name was Elizabeth. Before Karen was able to zero in with the how far have 'things' gone questions, I was able to turn the tables on her.
It seems little had changed since the last time we'd spoken. The local jocks thought they owned her because she was one of the cutest girls around, they'd actually bully the few decent guys she knew if they'd dared to look at Karen. Therefore the only guys that would ask her out, thought a hot date was a clean pickup truck, a place to park, and a cold six-pack from an older brother. My heart went out to Karen. Since our last real get together, she was older, wiser, had roughly the same friends, but was very depressed about the locally available talent.
Sunday was fairly predictable. Church was followed by our folks engaging in interminable conversations. In such a rural area, it seemed like the entire congregation lined up to speak with our parents. Folks remembered them as being Jake's kin; they wouldn't miss a chance to talk to someone they didn't see every blessed Sunday. Karen, Sue and I did our best to slip away, we waited out of sight in the car.
By the time we finally got back to the house, changed, helped prepare a huge Sunday dinner, ate, then cleaned up, the day was largely gone. The balance of my evening was spent looking at stuff Karen had acquired since our last visit that she wanted us to see, then watching a few more tapes.
Monday started off routinely enough, but it ended up a red-letter day. Following breakfast, I did tag along with Dad and Uncle Jake when they headed down to the pond to fish. Uncle Jake had caught a couple nice bass Sunday afternoon. This morning was Dad's turn, he only got one, but it was huge. I reeled in the only other large mouth worth keeping.
When we got back, I traded cleaning our catch for being excused from all lunch duties. Dad and Jake were still jawing non-stop. I'd felt like a fifth wheel all morning, so I was happy to go inside once the fish were turned into filets. I headed up to Karen's room. Giggling and gossip from within ceased abruptly when I knocked on her closed door. There was considerable mirth in their voices when they firmly told me to go away. Karen sweetly added "We'll see you at lunch Lewis. We'll have a surprise." After cleaning fish, I realized I needed to shower and change anyway.
We planned on tromping through the woods after lunch. It was late enough in the year that few annoying insects remained, even though mid-afternoon temperatures were comfortably warm. I changed into fresh jeans and a pullover sweat top before stretching out with a book until the dinner bell sounded. They actually had an old fashioned iron triangle by the back door, you could hear it a thousand feet away when Aunt Betty would bang it's antique iron bar around inside it.
I was carrying a platter piled high with thick burgers and hot dogs up to the deck when the girls stepped out of the back door. Sue was stunning!! Her hair was up, swirls and whorls were stacked into a hairdo that was just perfect for Sue. Her face looked so different, if she hadn't been wearing the same blouse and shorts I'd seen at breakfast, I could've been tricked into thinking a visitor had stopped by.
Early on I told you Sue wasn't especially pretty. Some girls can still look fantastic after falling face first into a mud puddle. Sue wasn't that lucky. Her nose was a tad too large, her facial bones were a bit heavy, her eyes weren't especially feminine. Since we'd become lovers, I hadn't given much thought to her face. She was Sue, I adored her. Yet the girl I saw looked one slinky, black dress away from being ready for a night in Manhattan. HOT DAMN!!
The girls didn't have to ask for my opinion of Karen's handiwork, my stupefied expression spoke volumes. While Sue spun, twirled, and generally did a runway routine, Karen tried to explain things I'd never understand. "Her eyes just needed..." "If you work the blush over the cheekbones like this..." "When her hair is off her face, it helps..."
I heard her words, yet comprehended nothing. I was like a caveman watching a Shuttle launch; I was in awe of the results, but the best NASA scientist could never explain it to a Stone Age mind.
"All this for a walk in the woods?" I croaked. Sue was plainly thrilled. Even though she had a fabulous body, I knew she'd had a bad self-image. Despite telling her a hundred times how desirable she was, this was the first time I'd ever seen a look in her eyes that told me she felt attractive. Sue might never be a cover girl, but the young woman I was looking at would turn heads and draw stares for sure. Sue, and Karen's obvious talent, were understandably THE topic over lunch.
We were still on for our hike, but I was informed there'd be a slight delay.
It was worth the short wait. Apparently Karen had created several 'looks' for Sue. This time Sue came down wearing a comfortable off-center pony tail instead of the earlier complicated do. It took a moment to realize Sue still wore make up, yet she looked different enough that I knew female chicanery was afoot.
Sure enough, if I really, really looked for it, I could see traces of Karen's handiwork. Karen's miracle was how natural Sue looked despite the wizardry with shades and tones. During a moment when Karen wasn't looking, I mouthed the word "WOW!" to Sue. I hadn't touched her for three days. I think she saw the lust in my eyes, and liked it.
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