Chapter 6

Hank looked at Travis. "Did you see how I did that, Travis? Your partner has to be really, really excited and ready to have sex. Only then can you push into a tight sphincter like that. And, it will ALWAYS hurt her at first, but if you caress and aggressively arouse her, it will feel very, very exciting at the end. If you don't do that, it will just hurt a lot, the entire time, and you'll be thought of as an asshole that doesn't care except about himself. Did it excite you to watch your sister get butt fucked?"

"O, God, Yes it did. That was so hot!"

"Why don't you get undressed and we'll see what we can do about that."

Travis had his clothes off in record time. His erection was quite full and apparently quite hard.

"Sarah, I'd like you to decide how Travis' urgent desire for sex should be relieved. Do you want to give him another blow job, or would you like to go the next step and let him fuck you?"

"Oh, Hank. Do you really think that's the right..." I started to question this but Sarah answered the question. She put her arms around her brother and pulled him down to the bed, opening her legs for him and locking her ankles around his hips.

"Are you sure, Sarah?" Travis asked.

With a smile, she nodded and pulled him closer to her.

Travis, by luck, lined up perfectly with her, and when he moved his hips to allow contact between their bodies, his penis entered her with out guidance. Instinctively he pushed forward, sliding fully into her already wet vagina. "Oh, God, you feel so good. I can't believe how good this is. You are so hot, Sarah!"

Sarah just smiled at him and kissed him, then began moving her hips to meet his slow paced thrusts. It was his first time, and he didn't quite have a good feel for his length. Several times he pulled too far out, and Sarah would quickly reach down to get him back inside her. One time, without any coaching, she kept her hand in position and grasped his sac, squeezing it gently and milking it. He could only take that for a few thrusts and then she felt him contract and then fire his rounds of semen into her. With her thumb around the base of his penis, she continued to milk him, and, grunting, he pulled back and pushed hard into her again, holding tightly against her as he experienced another complete orgasm. His seed was so plentiful that it was being force out of her vagina for a lack of space while he continued making little, short thrusts into her. Finally drained, he stopped moving and they both lay quietly, coupled, on the bed.

It was some time before Sarah was awake and alert enough to hold a conversation. She was sore, tired, felt hot and sweaty and just wanted to soak in a warm bath for a while. We agreed to allow her some peace and quiet time and Hank said that he would begin to find something for dinner for us all. I took the opportunity to take a long, relaxing bath, remaining in my bath until the water was barely lukewarm. I really did need the rest and appreciated the solitude. I quickly came to the conclusion that I was physically exhausted. I have had more sexual activity in these few days than I have ever had in any two months of my life.

Hank prepared a dinner for us that was unbelievably delicious. Sarah came to roust me from my bath and told me dinner was on the table. She seemed to be in top spirits, and actually was humming some music as we walked downstairs. Reaching out, I took hold of her arm and stopped her in the hallway, before we could rejoin the others. "Was I right, Sarah? Was this a good idea to teach you about sex?"

"Oh, Mom. It's wonderful. I can't tell you how happy I am that we did this."

"What about with Travis. I didn't know that was going to happen. Does it bother you?"

"Oh, no. He- I - We -..." She didn't really know what she wanted to say. "It's just nice that he has me to help him feel better, and it makes me love him even more."

We didn't say anything else. What else was there to say? She was very happy, and satisfied, and so was her brother. We continued walking toward the kitchen. Hank and Travis had prepared a feast of home made spaghetti, hot, freshly baked rolls that appeared from somewhere, an enormous tossed green salad and two bottles of very soft, "easy-to-drink-too-much-of" red wine. I was really beginning to wonder what if anything, this man could NOT do, and do well. Everyone had an appetite, to be sure. It's safe to say that I personally ate at least twice the amount of food that I would normally have for dinner, and Travis just continued to eat, long after I was done. Between mouthfuls, he asked Hank what he did for work. Obviously, combining red wine with teenagers creates an opportunity to ask inappropriate questions, but Hank just chuckled.

"What do I do for work? What you're really asking is, do I work at all?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, you've been here with us now this whole time and haven't had to go to work. That's cool."

"I don't have to work in the summertime."

"Huh? How's that work?"

"Or the spring or the fall or half the winter either."

I was listening now as well. Clearly it was none of our business how Hank supported himself, but his response was definitely a curios one.

"You only work part of the winter, and that gets you by?" I asked.

"Gets me by? Yes, it 'gets me by' quite nicely. Usually I spend most of the fall and early winter down south, where it's warm."

"Just what is it that you do, Hank?" Now this was beyond idle curiosity to me. I really did need to know.

"Look around you, outside. What do you see? Trees. And if you know anything at all about trees you will see that many are maple trees. In these forests, there are hundreds and hundreds of maple trees. And toward the end of every winter, every maple tree north of the Mason Dixon line burps up its sap, and if you do it just right, you can tap into those trees and they will give their sap to you. In the fall, I run about a hundred miles of plastic tubing all around these woods and then wait. I wait for the snow to come, for the weather to turn cold, and then for the first signs of thaw. When the thaw begins, the sap begins to run. It runs down the trees, out my taps and into my hoses, all the way to that little building out in the woods there, Once it's there, I cook it until it's dry and grind the residue into dust or powder and sell it to the food industry as 100% natural maple flavoring. Then I wait for the checks to roll in, which they always do. When the ground thaws, I go back down south until it is really Spring. That's what I do for work."

"And that pays enough to keep you going?" My question reeked of skepticism.

"Julie, last year, the gross income for my flavorings business was nearly a million dollars, and I don't have any overhead. It's just Sam and me, and Sam doesn't cost much. Our only expenses are the packaging for the powders and cartons. So yes, I think it pays enough to keep me going."

"A million bucks?" Travis reacted, amazed. "Then how come you live clear the hell out here in the middle of no where?"

"Travis" I chastised, "What are you thinking? Where are your manners?"

"Travis, up until I met your mother, I had no reason to want to move anywhere, and now that she's here, I still don't want to go anywhere."

That response stopped the conversation. Sarah, who had been paying polite, but minimal attention to the chatter, suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at me. Travis said nothing. Hank's comment about me had thrown an entirely new issue into our thoughts. Up until now, I don't think either my children or I had given any thought to the idea that we would do anything but buy a new van and continue on our way. Now, out of the blue comes this suggestion that at least Hank is thinking of other outcomes, and silently asks the question if we are as well.

Before anyone could say anything else, Hank added, "Tomorrow, before it gets to be too muggy outside, I will take you all out for a walk in the forest and show you just how this all works. So, when you get up, put on some hiking clothes and we'll go out right after breakfast. Right now, I think we have all had a pretty full day and we should just go to bed."

Sarah and Travis did not need a second invitation. They both appeared to be half asleep anyway, and when Hank said that, they both stood and headed straight for their bedrooms. I helped Hank clean up and set the table for breakfast. Neither one of us spoke. When we were finished, we headed for the bedroom. I was in bed first, and when he joined me, he pulled me to him and kissed me tenderly. He began caressing my breasts with his hand, making my nipples harden quickly so that he could flip his finger across the end rapidly, creating a rush of emotions inside me that felt very, very good. As he moved his hand lower, circling my navel and then on to my crotch, his head and mouth took their place on my breast and he resumed the action with his tongue replacing his fingertip. As it had before, this brought me to an immediate orgasm, and a second one of equal strength followed when he sucked my nipple hard and forcefully away from my chest. Before I even relaxed at all, he moved down between my legs and pushed his head into my fur. I felt his tongue searching for the opening to my vagina, and then felt it penetrate me as he found success. I was beginning to shake in anticipation of what was to come, and Hank did not disappoint me. His tongue straddled my labia and moved upward to my clitoris. As soon as he touched it, I had my third orgasm, clamping my thighs tightly against his ears while my bottom rumbled on the bed.

Allowing no rest between the highs, he moved his face further up and, in one motion, sucked my clitoris and surrounding tissues into his mouth quite like a personal enjoys oysters on the half shell, sucking it into his mouth and holding it tightly between his lips and teeth as he pulled it, tugged it and twisted it. He gently bit it, just to give it a little tweak, and I felt my fourth orgasm flow though my body. Finally, almost thankfully, he moved up and entered me with his penis, pushing firmly and quickly into me and holding steady after he felt our bodies meet. He began his series of strokes, almost torturingly slow, in and out, forcefully, firmly, and with no doubt who was in command. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts and tried my best to match them as well. We continued this way for several minutes until I felt myself losing control again. Instinctively, I rolled my hips even higher and my muscles clamped tightly on him. The result was a final hard thrust and now familiar hot blast of his warm semen. I can only say that it was one of the most tender, beautiful and emotional moments and feelings that I have ever experienced. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, holding me tightly in his arms.