Baker Family Fun
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Chapter 12: The Morning Show
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12: The Morning Show - Siblings Emma and Mike Baker, high school students, live in a tiny city apartment with their two parents. Surprise! After three years of exile there, they're returning to their suburban house, and reconnecting with their next-door neighbors and friends, Dora and Paul Lincoln. All four are similar ages, but puberty has changed them. A lot. Their four parents are reconnecting too. The Lincolns have added a pool, and some pineapple-themed decor. Hmm.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Aunt Nephew Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism Nudism Slow
Bright rays of morning sunlight woke me.
“I still need curtains in here,” I thought.
Slowly my eyes opened, but all I could see was hair. Dora’s hair, because she had her back to me. Not to mention her butt in my lap and my morning hard-on pressed up against my belly between us.
I must have done something to alert her, because the far side of her head spoke quietly to me.
“You’re my first, Mike—my first overnight bedmate, that is. I want to do this again.”
“Absolutely, Dora. You don’t mind being prodded? I’d like to pretend otherwise, but I bet you know that I’m hard because I need to pee.”
“I know, and I need the bathroom, too. Let’s take care of that, and come back to bed afterwards. I’ve been warned not to have sex without peeing first. It’s one of those girl things.”
“Sure, you should go first, and I’ll wait here for you.”
“Hell, no. Mike, you’re going with me; I’m going to help you aim.”
Another first experience for me, and I hoped for a lot more firsts this morning! We returned to bed, and Dora lay on her back with her legs spread wide.
“Ms. Dora’s class is in session. If you enjoy blowjobs (and I know you did), you need to reciprocate. Agreed?”
“Absolutely. Teach me, mistress.”
“You know how to find my clit, right?”
“Yeah, I do—last night I watched you rubbing on it.”
“That puts you ahead of a lot of guys. I hear from other women that their lovers are so bad, they shave their pussies bare just so they don’t get lost in the underbrush.”
I promised to follow all her navigation tips, and she guided me along all her climbing routes until she reached the summit. I had my teeth grazing each side of her pearl while I applied suction with my lips, enduring my head being squeezed between her thighs during her climax. When she relaxed, I pulled my two fingers from inside her pussy. She had told me how to fondle what she called the back side of her clit, inside the front wall of her vagina.
While my ears were still sore (and probably flushed bright red), I asked her how I did.
“You get an A-plus, Mike. Years from now, when some woman is writhing in your bed, you should give me credit.”
“Credit?”
“For teaching you how to be a good lover. Pumping your cock in and out is just not enough for most of us. With the right guy, it is a hell of a lot of fun. I’m anxious for us to get to that step. But this morning I’m teaching you to be more than a pumper. Mike, be a lover—show you care about your partner’s pleasure, not just your own. Do you get it?”
“Certainly, I do. No ‘pump and dump’ for you.”
“Excellent. Now I have an important question for you, so you should think about your answer. My question is, for the next phase, which is the ‘in and out’ part of sex, do you want to go ahead with it now, or do you want to wait for tonight and start me at the base of the mountain and help me rise to the top again? Which one: now or later?”
I thought for a moment and then answered her.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what—now or later?”
I smiled. “Both, Dora.”
“I walked into that one, I guess,” she muttered. She looked directly at me and asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I’m being serious. I meant ‘both.’ You do inspire me.”
She looked down at my hard-on.
“It looks like I do. I’m used to being, well, less inspirational.”
“Not to me, Dora. When your legs were gripping my head, I couldn’t doubt how you were feeling. At some other time, we could talk about what you’re used to. Right now, I’d like to make love. Please.”
“So polite. OK. Let’s go step by step. You should always ask about birth control before you spray inside any female. Always. I have an implant, so no worries.”
“Great!”
“Next, you gently check me with your finger. If I’m ready for you, I won’t feel dry—the wetter, the better. Yeah, wet on the outside and the inside. How am I?”
“Hot and slick, Dora. Juicy, even. Perfect.”
“That’s what we want—I shouldn’t need to tell you that. OK, now take your hard-on and rub it up and down in the wet space between my lips. Ooh! Yeah, just like that. When you feel you’re in the right place, push in slowly. Gently, but firmly—exactly. Mm. Yeah, keep going.”
Her hands gripped my butt, urging me all the way in.
“Yeah, that’s all of it. Let me adjust—you’re big. Mm. Ooh, I like it like that. How are you doing, Mike?”
“Perfect. Like they were made for each other. Uh, I guess they were—dopey me.” Wow! I thought her mouth was fun, but pussy was even better! Dora continued to help me, showing how important it was to communicate. We stopped and changed positions, we talked about pacing. Soft and gentle to start, fast and hard until the very end.
She smiled—no, she was smirking. I was all the way in but not sure if I should move. “Well, that was fun. Are you hungry? We could have some breakfast.”
All I could do was whimper. “You’re teasing me?”
“Yeah, I am. C’mon, push, my love—in and out. Don’t hesitate. Unh! Yeah, like that. Make me yours. Unh! Show me! Play with my tits; squeeze my nipples. Shift your hips, think about screwing.”
I felt her fingers between us, strumming her clit.
My orgasm came quickly. At least I’d already shown her a good time with the oral sex, because there was no possibility I could hold myself back.
Gasping, I pressed up against her, feeling her bones—her pelvis? My intense climax caused my whole body to shudder while I felt the powerful rhythmic pulses.
“It’s amazing; you’re amazing. I want...” But I struggled for fresh air. Finally, I continued, “Let’s do that again!”
“You mean, tonight? You enjoyed yourself? Of course you did.”
Still struggling for air, I managed, “Perfect ... Awesome.” I didn’t want to risk inflicting “morning breath” even though I wanted to kiss her; instead, I put my lips on her forehead.
“You love me?” she asked.
“I do. With all my heart. Dora, I will remember this morning and remember you for the rest of my life. I’ve never felt such a powerful explosion before. I’m going to need a couple of minutes.”
In just a few hours, my life had changed direction again. I could never have even approached her the way I felt before, with no self-confidence. With my body chemistry back in balance, I passed that hurdle, and now I’d crossed another boundary.
I was a man now; I’d pleased Dora and earned the privilege of making love to her. She was clear—she wanted me. I’d never before felt desirable.
Yes, it was sex—fucking—but more than that, it was connection, and it was glorious. The loving made it all the sweeter. I hoped my feelings were clear to her. But then my body disrupted my thoughtful mood with a loud belly rumble.
“I guess I’m pretty hungry. Should we get some breakfast?”
“I was teasing you, but I am hungry, come to think of it.”
As I dressed, she put on last night’s clothes, and we went downstairs, where we found Dot making pancakes!
“You two had fun together? Sorry, it’s a dumb question.”
“Why dumb?” asked Dora.
“You have that sweet after-sex grin on your faces. How was he?”
“Perfect,” Dora said, which was a relief for me to hear. She added, “Hard to believe it was his first time.”
Dot was grinning. “Well done, stud.”
I was feeling on top of the world, and then the next curveball whizzed past my head.
Mom and Dad walked in, returned from the hotel. Dot studied them and claimed, “Look, it’s on their faces, too.”
All three of us burst out laughing. Mom and Dad looked at us like we had lost our minds.
“Sorry, guys. It was a private joke.” Dot asked, “Want some pancakes?”
“Nah, we had breakfast at the hotel.” Mom added, “We’re going to go upstairs and (eventually) put on fresh clothes. Dora, you spent the night and need to change, too, don’t you? Oh, don’t be embarrassed; we can tell that you and our son obviously enjoyed yourselves.”
“Eep!” I squeaked.
“Michael, calm yourself. We realize now that we failed you when we made you sleep out in that apartment living room without any privacy. If you all don’t mind, I’d like to take a few minutes to talk about our family and the future.”
Dora looked uncomfortable, “I should step out?”
“Absolutely not. What we’re going to talk about involves you and your family, too. Very briefly, Henry has just come out of a terrible situation at work, and he’s had a complete change in his orientation, including a salary increase and a more reasonable workload and schedule. Before that, his situation was so terrible and hopeless it affected all of us. It damaged our marriage; we stopped having sex.”
“Ellie, I’m so sorry,” Dot offered.
“Here’s the thing. He’s promised me a complete change, where sex is a priority for us. He’s already shown tremendous progress.”
Dad looked a bit sheepish, but also stubbornly proud. Mom continued, “We really are thrilled to welcome you, Dora—and your brother as well. We’re determined to make everything very different, particularly for Mike.”
I was having mixed emotions about all this. Confused, but hopeful? Cautiously optimistic? What I clung to was the welcoming for Dora; we caught each other’s eyes and smiled.
“Dora, we want you and Paul to come to dinner tonight. You can stay the night again. He can too. Of course, Paul will stay with Em, and you will stay with Mike. We’re way past the stage with boys in one bedroom and girls in the other, like we did years ago.”
“Phew!” Dora exclaimed sarcastically.
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