Chapter 107

Sunday, Aug. 5

I awoke a little after 7 a.m. with a pretty blonde head on my chest. I liked the way it felt with Bethany’s hair splayed across my torso and her boobs pressing into my ribs. I bent down to place a kiss on the top of her head.

Whatever I felt for the little blonde was probably not a deep-seated love, but there was definitely a sense of affection. I couldn’t help but give her a little squeeze and another kiss.

She began stirring at that and stretched deliciously against me. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and smiled.

“Your little cousin was right,” she said, raising up to kiss me on the chin. “You are comfortable. I could get used to waking up like this.”

Bethany rolled over so she was lying atop me and looked into my eyes, then gave me a sweet, little wakeup smooch. I was able to generate enough saliva to swish around my mouth, wetting it and hopefully dampening my morning mouth, then pulled her in for a more substantial kiss.

After a few minutes of that, the sun wasn’t the only thing that was rising. It didn’t take long for Bethany to slide down my body and reach between us. She shushed me when I tried to protest as she inserted the head of my dick into her opening.

“Any damage has already been done,” she said as she took me into her body. “I want to feel you, not a rubber.”

She began gently squeezing and rolling her hips, slowly raising up and bringing my hands to her chest. I couldn’t help but compare the vision and sensations caused by the little blonde riding me with those caused by her mother in the same position. One difference was Bethany establishing a much more languid pace, just right for a sleepy Sunday morning.

I let her have her lead and she produced a number of shudders, shivers and shakes as she found a combination of movements and contractions that seemed to be getting the job done for her. She slumped forward following a particularly significant event and I eased her back down to my chest.

After she came back to herself, she began pumping her hips up and down, squeaking and squealing as she increased her pace and force. She pushed herself back up into a seated position and began to hammer away as her cries increased in volume and pitch. I hoped none of the neighbors were expecting to sleep in this morning.

Bethany locked up and fell back to my chest, groaning deep in her throat as she applied incredible pressure with her vaginal muscles. I rolled us over and took control, going faster, harder and deeper in pursuit of my own orgasm. The little blonde shook and shuddered as I pounded away, forcing her to grunt each time I slammed home. I pushed deep and growled as I let go a flood.

“Now that’s the way to wake up,” she panted as I rolled off and pulled her into a hug. “I’m definitely going to see about you being allowed to sleep over.”

“As much as I enjoy holding you after that,” I said a few minutes later, “we really should get moving. I need to be at work by 9 and I should probably check in with my parents to make sure my cousins haven’t burned the house down.”

It took only a few more minutes punctuated by little kisses to put my plan into action. I helped Bethany to the bathroom and started the water in the shower. I went back up front to strip the bed and give her a moment of privacy, then joined her in the shower.

“You’re going to have to watch out for that Kirsten,” Bethany said as we soaped up. “She’s got you marked. She’s as bad as Morgan was at that age.”

“Morgan never sat in my lap like that when she was 11,” I said.

“She probably would have if she’d seen an opportunity like that,” the blonde said. “At the rate you’re going, we’ll have to move to one of those Muslim countries so you can marry all four of us and take your cousins as concubines.”

“All four of you?” I asked.

“Me, Morgan, Staci and Kacie,” she said.

“Why would I marry my sister?” I asked, trying to fight down a rising sense of panic.

“Because she’s as much in love with you as the rest of us are,” Bethany said. “Why would her stuff be in the organizer if she wasn’t a regular visitor to the apartment? And why would she be visiting if she’s not getting what the rest of us are?

“Besides, I asked her one night at the club. She neither confirmed nor denied, but may as well have admitted it the way she blushed. It’s not like Danny Pomeroy can put a smile like that on a girl’s face.”

“Who else knows?” I asked.

“I’d be shocked if Morgan doesn’t, as close as she and Kacie are,” the blonde said. “I don’t think Staci suspects anything just because she hasn’t been around us that long.

“I haven’t said anything to anybody and I never will. This is a jillion times bigger than you and Arlene or Mom.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

Bethany turned, looped her arms around my neck and looked up at me with those big blue eyes.

“Because I love you so much I’d do anything to keep you,” she said, “even share you with your sister and our best friends. And Mom. And Arlene. And your cousins.”

By the end, we were both laughing at the absurdity of it all. Bethany quieted us with a passionate kiss, but resisted the temptation to escalate matters as the shower continued to rain down.

She broke the kiss and laid her head against my chest. I was just going to have to take her at her word. She had been quite discreet since I first explained what it would take for her to continue seeing me back in June.

“I don’t know if any of us will ever get to marry you,” she said. “I just want to be able to make it through the school year. When you go off to college next year, we’ll have to figure everything out all over again.”

We eventually got washed. Bethany again protested when I used the shower nozzle to flush my semen out of her pussy.

“That’s the only reason I’ll let you use condoms in the future,” she said. “It feels so much better without one, but it is so messy to clean up.”

“I’m sure there are other reasons,” I said. “Like you not getting pregnant at 16. Your grandmother would never forgive me. I’ve seen firsthand what people with her kind of connections can do to someone who pisses them off.”

I got us both a towel, dried off and brushed my teeth before returning to the front room to dress. The clock-radio showed it was 8:15. I texted Mom that I would grab a breakfast taco or burrito at the club and began straightening things up while waiting for Bethany.

The little blonde, still nude, returned and grabbed her tote bag. She dressed in her bikini and flip-flops, then neatly folded her outfit from last night and put it in the bag. Bra, thong and sandals went into the bag, beach robe and shades came out.

I made one more swing through the place, making sure everything was copacetic, and prepared to head out.

Bethany was already on her phone as I dropped the top on the Beemer and began backing down the drive.

“You should get wifi for your car,” she said as she waited for something to load. “Or get one of those new SUVs that comes with wifi. Then you could haul us all around and we could be connected.”

A vision of Kacie riding shotgun in an SUV with Morgan, Bethany and Staci crammed into the bench seat all carrying on a silent text conversation instead of just talking flashed through my mind.

Actually, it wasn’t that bad an idea. A larger vehicle would allow me to carry more than one passenger at a time and wifi was just one option that would be worth considering. I could get a fairly cheap aftermarket add-on for the Beemer, but it wouldn’t be much better than my cell phone’s data plan.

“I’ll have to look into that,” I said. “The main issue would be whether my parents would let me take $50,000 or more out of my investment account. It’s not like I’d be getting one before school starts.”

We pulled into the parking lot at the club a little after 8:30 and stopped in at the 19th Hole to get a little something to start the day. We were heading to the pool when Dad, Grandpa and the rest of their group walked up before starting their round. They didn’t look too hungover considering they probably stayed at the men’s lounge until closing.