My twin brother was dead. In 32 years of life this was the first time he was not with me on the earth.
We stood there in the hospital, next to his bed, touching his broken and withering body, as his wife and daughters held his hand. I had my hand on his shoulder as he looked at me and with his last dying breath asked me to take care of his wife and daughters; and I said "yes" and he smiled at me and then he was gone. Everyone heard his request and my response. We all cried together. I felt a part of me died, the cosmic tie was broken for the first time.
My older twin brother, by nine minutes, was gone. We did not even share the same birthday, which freaked people out. He was born just a few minutes before midnight and three minutes after that it was a new day and six minutes after that I was born. Identical twins, with different birthdays, is what we were. It gave us two days to celebrate because our parents would have a party for each of us; not many twins have that! The really best part is that it was a leap year and he was born on February 28 and I was born on February 29. People went nuts when I celebrated my birthday on March 1, but only three years out of four. Now that is way cool. So if we went out to a bar on our birthday I would bet the bartender that I was entitled to a free drink for me and my brother, if he refused to give me one on my birthday. That is a bartender sort of thing. Then I would point to the calendar, there is always a calendar, and ask where February 29 is on the calendar and not only did I get a drink but my brother did too. Or we would walk into a bar on his birthday and we would both get drinks because the guy would think twins and pour us both a drink on the house. It worked that way for my brother too. We were always pulling that stunt on people.
We were more than brothers, we were best friends and we had this thing, this cosmic link, and that joined us. I knew something was wrong before I even got a call. I was packed and on my way when Mali called me on my cell.
An accident had taken him from us.
Because we, I still think of my brother as we, were still young the funeral was a huge affair with literally thousands of people from the small towns around where he lived and we grew up, turning out to honor him and say good-bye. Mali, his wife of almost eleven years and now his widow was from Thailand and she and her parents had moved to our town when we were in the tenth grade. My brother Jonathan was immediately smitten with her and for the rest of his life there would be no other "true love" for him. Oh, there was the occasional split for a while and they both dated others, and had some casual sex during the separate times, but the real love was Jonathan and Mali and they ended up together knowing what was out there and knowing that it was nothing compared to what they had together.
But an accident took all that away. The funeral was as much a celebration of their life together as it was his passing. All of the family that was alive was there. He was a much beloved man.
Mali had decided to relocate and immediately put her house up for sale. I've lived in a different city, almost 100 miles away, for more than four years so she decided to stay with me for a while and bring along her two ten year old twin daughters, my nieces, too also live with me. After all they heard his request, my agreement, and they were my responsibility now too.
Mali's parents no longer lived in the town and my parents had died, so there was no family for them there. I was it, at least in this part of the world. They did come for the funeral and tried their best to get Mali and the twins to come to live with them but that was a lost cause. Eventually they returned to Florida.
I had plenty of room because I had a nice size of house and since the divorce it was all mine. Despite the fact that Mali's daughters would have to go to school in my town, the move was made. They hated to leave their home but they were familiar with mine and my neighborhood and town, as well as the kids in the neighborhood. After all we were a real family and they had spent many years here for weekends and summers, and vacations too.
I had been there when the twins were born and despite being so far away the last four years I had seen them constantly since their birth. I was always in their life. I baby sat them, and I changed their diapers and fed them. I sang them songs and took them to the doctors. I carried them around when they were so tired they could not sleep, they were part of my family, my life.
Weekends were frequently spent with one of us at the other's house. Jonathan and Mali helped me during my divorce and it was only right I helped them now, as I promised. That is what family does. Funny but it is hard to remember my brother is gone.
Mali had decided that she was going to go back to Thailand for an extended visit so moving in with me and letting the twins stay and go to school here sounded like a good temporary idea. When she got back she would take the money from the sale of her house and any settlement from the accident and buy a home close by me, or not. It was not like my brother could give her away; I was there to help and only help. If she stayed around I would be an anchor for her and my nieces, until she married again. Damn that would be hard to take, Mali marrying a man who was not my twin brother. Well when she did it would be my job to make sure his daughters never forgot about him and what a wonderful father her was.
For now, the girls were given their own rooms as was their mother. Actually they were given the entire house and I got my own room. Living with three females results in loss of -- well everything you thought was yours. I had originally bought the house with an eye toward lots of children so it was not like I did not have enough room. Actually they had enough room and I was sort of short on room myself.
We spent the first few months getting used to each other in our daily life. Even though we saw each other constantly before Jonathan died, there is something different when you live together. School took up much of our time and then there was something called work, which I had to do every day. Mali did now what she did when Jonathan was alive; she took care of the twins and the house. Even that is strange. "The twins" had become their alternative name, just like it had been with Jonathan and I. Some twins don't like that name but others revel in it. Jonathan and I loved it and the twins do too.
I was an engineer and was able to do a lot of telecommuting but still I had to go into the office two times a week and out on site to look at the projects and come up with solutions to real life problems the rest of the week. The telecommuting was just my not having to stop into the office on the way to the field, so I actually ended up commuting five days a week to work. Work just changed addresses for me. Once in a while I used the home office.
It was fun dealing with the two angels and learning what ten year old girls do every day is a feat in patience for a parent, or an uncle. Mali handled it well but she had been a ten year old girl and as a ten year old boy I did not pay attention to them at all. "Yuck" or "Yucky" was part of the vocabulary for a ten year old boy when talking about ten year old girls.
There were sports after school, and dance lessons, music lessons and trips to the mall because at ten you really need mall time. There were friends I did not like and they did; and almost friends that I liked and they didn't. At ten they are not small adults they are more like large babies. You have to treat them firmly but not break their spirit. You want to keep them safe but you have to know they have to learn what it feels like to fall off the bicycle all by themselves, but you still try to catch them when they do fall. I still remember that hollow watermelon sound their heads make when the fall on the floor when they slip or are learning to walk. They have to go through it but if you knew when it was going to occur you would be right there with them to catch every misstep.
I, on the other hand, had a few problems and homework was one of them. Getting the kids to do it was a pain so every night we sat down after dinner at the same table to go over what the assignment was and if they did it. Mali would bring desert and getting desert was part of doing homework. Ok it was bribery but it worked. Part of my job was to make sure they did it right and understood it. Usually they did it immediately when they got home, but with sports and all the other things they had to do, well after dinner would have to do. No TV or phone calls or computer until it was done.
But my real problem was the words they got use to hearing, "You are not wearing that out of this house." Those words were said by me so many times that everyone would recite them with me. It is hard telling ten year old girls that what they wear on TV are "costumes" and not everyday ware, even if the program shows the characters wearing it "everyday." I mean even the Disney channel can look like "young slut whores in training" sometimes.
I was hit with the obligatory "You are not MY father" or "You are not OUR father" more than once. I did not bat an eye, or shrink in shame and fear. They were immediately hit with, "Young lady as long as you live under my roof you will follow my rules."
All I had to do was remember those stupid fucking things my parents said to me and repeat them back. To them it was new, they would learn. There were times I almost broke down laughing at some of the things I said. It even confused Mali as she did not grow up here. She was a great mother and she kept them in line on the girl things that are outside a man's pay grade.
Then the also obligatory "MOM!" from one or both of them, as if I was a big brother pulling on their pigtails. We had a division of labor in our home. Notice now it is OUR home. It started out as MY home, went quickly to OUR home and any day now I fully expected it to be THEIR home and I am a guest in it. I think it is a woman nesting thing that causes them to do stuff like that. Curtains showed up with flowers on them. These flower shit things, potpourri I think they call it, showed up in the bathrooms, even mine. Frilly cushions started breeding all over my home. The windows got opened every day for "fresh air" and the house lost that wonderful fresh cooked steak smell that I loved to inhale when I came home and opened the front door. There wasn't a damn water stain on a single piece of furniture and look as hard as I could not one damn empty beer can could be found anyplace outside the recycling tub. I would turn on the TV and have to listen to Nickelodeon, or Disney, or Thailand Today, or the cooking or better homes and gardens, or the weather channel. Now the TV had the censor on it and no porn stations were allowed. The fucking computers had NetNanny and all my favorite sites were blocked. No one would tell me who set the passwords on the cable TV or the computers. The computers were the worst because it was set for the cable and not the individual computers. The closest I ever got was "Not everything is good for little girls," from Mali. There was not one darn way I could argue with that logic. I did not even ask for the passwords, I figured by that time we had reached the third stage I had mentioned; I was a guest in THEIR home.
But I digress; back to the division of labor. What Mali wanted to do she did and what she did not want to do, I did, if she said I could do it. This was different than what happened between my Ex and I. Despite my lack of impute in any decision, other than when to take a shower, wait I don't even get that one, I have to wait for the girls to have theirs first, I think I liked this new way much better.
Actually they were great kids but they had a loss as we all did and their world was now different, very different. I went from being an uncle to a father figure, but more of that later. It was just lucky I was there to fill in until someone else came along. Damn, I did not want to think of that. I mean I loved those little girls and it would break my heart to have to watch them being taken away from me. As it is now I know what my big brother put up with.
We went out to movies and dinners and even parks and the zoo. We took hikes and had picnics. It was not a sedentary life and I enjoyed their company even if it was brought about under the worst possible circumstances. It is not like we did not already know and love each other, we did. It was that they just needed time to completely take over my life and home and make it theirs.
To an outside observer the children had a gift because I looked like their father, but I didn't, not to them. They could always tell us apart, no matter if I was talking or not. Jonathan and I even wore the other's clothes and they could recognize us. We took still pictures and they could recognize who was who. We got creative and had two pictures of the same one of us put into one photograph with different clothes on and they said it was the same person twice and said which one of us it was. Only the twins and Mali could do that, not even our parents could.
And then there was the therapy. I am not sure who needed it most, the girls, Mali or me. We went as a family and individually. It is hard losing a twin, there is a special connection. Then Mali and the girls needed help with their loss. Sometimes they were together and sometimes it was just Mali and a few times just the twins. It was never one twin without the other. We faced these problems daily and we faced them together. It helped that I was a wimp and they could walk all over me.
Some days one or more of us would go into a funk and nothing could pull us out of it, it just had to pass. There were times that I just held the girls and felt their little bodies shake with emotion and the tears just flowed; at other times it was me holding Mali, and then there were the times one or all of them held me. We needed each other.
I tried to be there for them but I was not Mali's husband or the twin's father. But as far as the twin's were concerned I was damn close to being a father. I did what I could to make it a loving home environment but they ended up helping me as much as I helped them. It was their idea for the flowers in my room. I never mentioned I was allergic to one of the flowers, but Mali realized it because Jonathan was allergic to the same one and told the girls not to bring in that one. They were wonderful girls to have around, despite our little dust up's, and I loved them like all get out.
I had no children and I always thought of them more like daughters, which is probably one of the reasons why I was divorced. My Ex thought I was spending too much time with my own twin, or some such crap as that. I think she just wanted to breed with this black dude she was bumping uglies with.
It was in the eight month at my house, ok their house, when Mali came into my bedroom. Mali had on a long terrycloth robe tied around her waist. I sleep naked, I don't care who is staying with me. She woke me from a sound sleep, it was after midnight.
"I can't sleep. I have difficulty sleeping alone. I miss your brother. Can I sleep with you?" Mali said.
I have to admit that I was at a loss for female companionship at the time. I was not going to bring a strange woman home to bed her while Mali and the girls were living here. Mali's trip to Thailand appears to have gone south, at least for now, and this was my, our, their, new family dynamic. And it just did not feel right to go out and do some dating. If my brother's widow wanted to sleep in my bed who was I to object. Ok I wanted a woman in my bed, even if sex was not going to happen.
Then I thought back. I had always been more of the big tit, big ass, fair skin, blonde bimbo type of guy. Frankly I didn't understand my brother's concept of beauty when it came to a short, brown, skinny, assless, titless, Asian's with straight black hair, and black almond shaped eyes. Round blue eyes was my idea of beauty.
It had been a few years since my blonde slut decided that sharing that big ass and tits was better than saving them for me and with the help of a few friends, and an eight and one half pound black baby, I was able to get the house, save all my retirement, and use all of the community assets to pay off the bills that the bitch ran up. She walked away from our marriage debt free but with nothing else other than her black baby and no black daddy to help pay for it.
So now I am going to let into my bed exactly what I don't find attractive. I am damn stupid or am I just horny? Maybe she just wanted what she said, to sleep with someone. Why not sleep with the twin brother of her husband; he looked like her dead husband. Except I did not look anything like Jonathan to Mali or the twins, they could always tell the difference.
"Sure Mali, get into the bed." I said as I threw the sheets off of me. Even with only the light coming in the window she could see I was naked. My cock was laying across my thigh and she had a good look at it while it started to expand. I was getting excited watching her standing by my bed staring at my hardening cock and telling me she wanted to sleep with me. I guess that shit about a type did not always apply, I was getting heavy thinking about sleeping with a woman again.
She was not what I wanted in a woman. She was way to brown and way to skinny for me and had no substance to her, but we needed to hold each other and that was good for us both.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I had lived with her for eight months. We shared a home not just a house. We had known each other since the tenth grade and she had been family for eleven years. I had not dated for one reason and one reason alone, I thought I had fallen in love with her, but I would never make a first move on my brother's widow. I fell in love with HER not sex or passion, but her. I was fighting the feeling, she did not need her brother in law, the man she should be able to look to for support and protection to become a letch for her to run from.
Page 2 We fell asleep holding each other but that was not the way we woke up.
I woke up with Mali laying with her back to me and my arm over her and a very small breast being rubbed by my hand. It was pleasing but not as pleasing as the fact that my cock was rock hard and it was nestled between her open legs with her hand rubbing it all around a now very wet pussy opening. I knew that I was putting out a lot of precum and she was probably wet too but I sort of had my hands full, ok not full but otherwise occupied.
"Push baby" she said as she felt me stir from my sleep. "Not too hard thought, but push a little baby" she repeated.
My face was near hers and she turned and kissed me, not passionately with a tongue but with real fire. "Mali, are you sure? Do you know who I am?" I asked. I did not want her to think I was Jonathan because she just woke up. And I wanted her to think about what she was going to do.
"Franklin, your name is Franklin. Push baby but not to hard or fast" she said as my cock head pushed past her ring and into her pussy. "You promised to take care of us, and this is part of taking care of us. Push baby but not too hard, you are really big and I am not used to this yet. The last time I was stretched I was having a baby, ok that was even more than you, a lot more than you, but you get the idea. It has been a very long time." I realized that Mali had not dated either in all this time.
"Damn she even had to toss in a little dig, just like a wife. It was very much like we were married. That is husband and wife talk" Franklin thought with a chuckle.
By then I was too into it to stop. I have not dated and was playing father and I guess husband too, but without the sex, or is that just being a husband?
I had been there for dinners and we talked about our day and our plans but they were short term plans. Things like what we were going to do for the weekend or scheduling things around the girl's school year. She gave me lists of "honey do's" and I gladly did them with her. We bought new furniture and landscaped the front and back yards to meet her understand of beauty. My life had completely changed since she and the twins had come into it like they are now. Even if not having Mali in my bed I would have to say that my life has changed for the best.
I did push and pull too. Despite my preference for other types of women I was definitely enjoying my time with Mali. I loved her and maybe that is why I enjoyed myself so much. She was tight and wet and I needed her, I needed her to love me back and I hoped this was it.
"I want you to cum for me baby" Mali said. "I want you to cum fast, and then I want you to take me looking down on me" she continued as she ran her fingers up and down my cock trigger. She got her wish fast, I went off like a cannon. She knew exactly there to find the damn thing. It is like a G spot for a woman.
I was getting smaller and she spun around and licked and sucked me hard again, well from chubby to woody, and pulled me over on top of her. She did not have to pull very hard as I was very, very, cooperative. Now I was on top and she guided me into her.
"This is better" she said as the slickness of my cum made the way easier than before. "Deeper but not to hard baby" she said. And as I did as she said I was soon as deep as her body appeared to let me go.
We kissed and I tasted myself and her on her mouth.
This was only the second Asian woman I had ever been with. The first had been a whore at my brother's bachelor party. I remembered that it was one hell of a party. He was getting married so he was not going to cheat with anyone, but I was not getting married and the whores looked good enough to fuck. I could not even get him to take a blow job. I was his best man and he had another friend that helped me set this up. I decided on a Thai theme, after all it was for him and not me. My bachelor party had only big tit blonds; his were all sexy brown Thai dancers.
When I say Thai dancers that is what I mean. You know all that gold [think brass] long fingers and the crazy gold and enamel half masks, that kind of shit. They danced for us as we ate and then they fucked us. It was a bachelor party after all.
First I got a blow job by some skinny titless chick and then a good fucking. That describes all of them thought; it looked like they came out of a cookie cutter for skinny titless assless women. We had private rooms for the action, as I am not into communal fucking and I don't think anyone else was either. First she danced a little for me and then she sucked my cock some and when I got hard she put on a rubber for me and got on her back. Not much excitement there, just a fuck.
As I tried to kiss her she grabbed my cock and guided it into her but moved her face away from mine. No kissing allowed, that was to intimate for a whore. She was tight and we had to go slow then too. I remember those small breasts disappearing as she was on her back and her wrapping her legs around me. Soon I was deep inside of her and was fucking like anyone would fuck a whore, no worry in the world. I came ok, it was not a bad fuck, what fuck is. Ok some are but I am trying to be positive here.
When I got off of her she was wide open and my cock came out without a rubber on it and cum drained from her whore hole.
She looked down and did not appear to be too surprised. "On pill too," she said in a husky whisper.
"Fuck me again." she said in husky voice. Then she sucked my cock until I was getting hard and flipped over onto her hands and knees, and offered me a little doggy. This time it was slow and steady. I already went bareback so I did it again this time. What the hell; if I was going to get something I already got it. I would see the doctor Monday and not fuck anyone until I got a clean bill of health. It was lucky that I did not catch anything, I was clean.
This was a pretty enjoyable time, I just slow fucked her for at least half an hour and this time she had one orgasm after another and I was deep into it. I felt her pussy spasm over and over and on her last orgasm, as her pussy was wide open and more than ready as I dumped a huge load into her that must have hit the back of her throat. That was one great fuck.
She sucked me hard again and we did missionary one more time and that took at least another hour. I never did get it all the way into her though. I was young so what was new? She was still wide open, loaded with slick cum, and it was easy going. The first time may have been pump and dump but these last two were anything but. They were as warm and loving as any sex I had ever had in my life. There was kissing this time and fondling, nipping, and legs and arms around the other forming one person from the two of us. I would have preferred her taking that damn mask off; but all of them kept them on, something about not being recognized in the street later, family honor, something about an Asian thing. Finally that ended too.
She sucked my cock clean but it was not going to rise to the occasion a fourth time. She pushed me out of bed and into the shower. I took a good one and when I came out all the girls were gone.
Everyone was pretty happy, and we got bro home in time to sober up and spend the day getting ready for the wedding the next day. He did toss his cookies a few times. I stayed with him that day and the next morning we changed there at the house and I actually got us to the church on time.
He asked me about my time and I told him it was ok but for me it was comfort and not speed so if he did not mind I would leave all of Asia to him and I would take the rest of the world. He got a kick out of that. He told me he only wanted one from Asia and I could have the rest. "No way bro" I told him. "No more trips to Asia for me. That is your thing." He told me I did not know what I was missing and I told him I was missing a big ass and some big tits with a blond attached to them.
Now that was a memory, and now I was having sex with my brother's widow and it was only the second Asian I had ever had sex with in my life. She was pretty good too, once she got my cock half way in.
Now I was on top and trying my best to make it as good as I could for Mali. I had never desired her, not even for a second, but now I did. I felt for her, I was in love with her. The kisses were sweet, even if they were a little salty and with a touch of pussy, and the loving was also passionate. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and shifted to take as much as me into her as possible.
"Deeper baby" she told me. "This is yours now, my body is yours now. My heart is yours now. Deeper my love but slowly please slowly. Take them, take me, I am yours now." She repeated over and over.
When I reached as deep as possible she shifted and all of a sudden the rest of me slid even further inside of her. I must have pushed past her cervix and I began the slow rhythm of love making, and this time I could feel her enjoying it and then her orgasms, more than one. Having cum not long before, I was able to hold out longer and I wanted her to enjoy this, our first time together. I also made sure I did not just pound like crazy into her and bruise her. Sore was ok, injured was a definite "No, No."
Some time between her getting into bed and my waking up about ready to enter her I realized just how much I loved her. I was not going to say it first, I did not want to be a substitute for my twin, but all these months together, living as a family, well I just fell in love. If she had never said anything I don't think I would have either, but she did and I let her know how I felt.
We kissed more, we spoke words of love, we made passionate love, and we came the last time together. Then she surprised me and told me that she wanted to do it one more time and she again sucked me hard, but it did take a while. Looking down on her beautiful eyes as she looked up at me and saw the pleasure she was giving me caused her to smile. "Doggy" she said as she turned around and wiggled her little brown butt.
Yes we did the dog, but this time I was standing by the bed with her on it. I wanted a lot of room and did not want to make too much noise. I wanted to feel her entire body as we did it and I wanted to feel her breasts, small as they were, hanging down. There is just something so sexy about that, as well as a woman's hips after she has had a baby.
Again it was slow and deep and we finally ended up as we started, on our sides with me inside of her, and she drifting off to sleep with my cock having just spurted inside of her one last time. I held her in my arms and nuzzled her neck.
It was lucky that the twins were spending the night at a friends a few doors down, or maybe Mali planned it that way, but in the morning we woke together.
"I am sore" she said as she hit Franklin on the arm.
"So am I" Franklin said back. "Damn you are tight."
She smiled at him. They spent the rest of the day doing domestic things as always but now he would reach out and touch her, not intimately, well intimately, but not in intimate places. It was lovingly and strangely familiar, like it was something they had been doing all their lives. Mali moved gingerly when no one was watching and Franklin offered to get her anything she might need to help her. She smiled and told him that nothing would help and kissed him on the cheek. It was not a casual kiss.
The girls came home to torture them some with being ten and then it was off to the movies with four other girls and Franklin and Mali as chaperons. Pizza was after the movies and then it was back to one of the girl's house for the second sleep over. Sunday it would be back to the grind of being ten and preparing for another day in school.
That night Mali came to his bed again. The night before had added a dimension to their lives and tonight would expand that.
I reached over and grabbed her robe pulling it open. I saw her now in a different light. Her dark skin shone through the off-white Teddy she is wearing. Her nipples were dark and sticking out as if each one was half of a mandarin orange. Looking down I could see the same off-white color of her nylons and garter. She was not wearing panties and her slit was excited and partially open and glistening with her juices. I could smell her excitement and maybe that was why I was immediately hard, because I smelled a woman in heat. With the robe open her scent spread throughout the room.
Her eyes never left my cock; which was now to its full eight inches in length and almost three inches across. Yes I had measure it.
I ran my hands up and down her leg, and into the space between, running a finger over her leaking slit. It was sparsely covered in black fine hair. She took in sharp breaths as my fingers danced over her hair and the treasures underneath. I taped her clit tenderly, her breathing changed again.
She reached her hand out and touched my cock and then wrapped her hand around it, not being able to touch finger tip to finger tip.
"Oh I have missed him," Mali said with a smile.
"It has only been a day" I said.
She got into the bed and bet over to kiss the head and then nibble all around it. She had a small mouth but her lips were fat and full, like a lot of Asians, think Michelle Malkin, and the thought hit me that if I ever got my cock real hard into her mouth it would not come out until I had cum in her and that thought made it even harder. With her lips at the open all the time I thought she could just cover the head and suck like a straw. She licked, kissed and even nibbled around it and I reciprocated by pulling her legs over me and indulging in some tasty Thai oral delights. She came in my mouth and now I turned her around to face me.
She was on top. "It is very big, and I have to go slow, even after last night." She said again remembering last night.
Even thought my brother and I were identical twins there was one thing that was not identical and that was cock size. He was five inches and thin while I was eight and wide. Hey we were twins we measured and compared.
"Have you ever had one this size?" I asked her, being prideful.
"Only once, before I was married," she told me.
Now this surprised me because she had been with my brother since the tenth grade and they married after college; so that means she fucked someone else. I just put out of my mind that they had actually dated others during that time. I was getting pissed that she cheated on him.
"Did Jonathan know?" I asked.
Still on top of me and with the head of my cock trying to hide inside of her she said: "Yes, he did. It never happened again and he knew that too. We did not discuss it after it happened. He had other women too, before we married, and we did not discuss them." Mali told me as she panted at the excited exertion in getting my cock into her. Despite last night she was still very tight even as wet as we both were.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
By now she had the head into her and was riding up and down, letting my size stretch her slowly and not hurt. We kissed passionately and I began to rub all of her body, above and below her sexy nightgown. I love a woman on her knees even if she is over me. The silk felt good sliding over her skin. I even sucked her puffy nipples, making her moan along with me.
I ran my hands all over her legs until the nylon ended and her soft warm skin filled my hands, and in the measured foreplay I was now noticing how different it felt from the rounder women I was used to. Not worse or bad, just different.
"Not at first I did not like it but later, it was ok." She said, but she had a funny smile on her face as she looked down on me.
I got tired of being half ridden so I flipped her over and started to give her a fucking. She needed to get nice and wet and one hell of a lot looser to get me all in and I gave her a half an inch at a time and then backed off. I knew I was big for her so I took my time but I knew better than she did how to use the equipment. She could go cowgirl once I was inside of her and got her nice and loose again, just like last night.
"Is this better?" I asked.
I kept kissing her and sucking her nipples, you could not actually call them tits, and rubbing her skin and her nylon clad legs. Once her passions were fully aroused she accepted me easily, with no problems accommodating my size. Still I went slow and no hard pounding. I cared for this woman, I loved this woman, she was the mother of my nieces and my brother's widow and we needed each other now and I was not fucking some whore. It was sex, but I wanted to let her know it was loving sex. She had given herself to me last night and now I was giving myself to her in my own way.
"Yes, this is much better, this is much better." She said and pushed herself so that I was again meeting her thrusts and she was vibrating.
The first time we orgasmed that night it was together again. She was pulsing around my cock and it was so tight that I exploded as she did. I sure hoped she was on the pill or she would be pregnant for sure. Funny, that my brother got her pregnant on their honeymoon but they never had another child. Well two is enough I guess.
After I was spent I turned us over so she was on top and I was still chubby and inside of her. As she laid on me we kissed even more.
"If I suck your little cock will it get hard enough to do it again?" she asked.
Just the thought of her sucking my cum and pussy drenched cock turned me on so much I got hard immediately.
"Well I guess it would," she laughed as she sat up on a very hard cock. "Somehow I don't think you need any help right now." She added. "Maybe later I will I will suck you, after you cum in me again."
After hearing that, my cock twitched; and I thought "I must repay that courtesy if it ever happens" with a chuckle.
It was obvious to both of us that we were getting comfortable with being intimate after only two times. It was becoming more than sex, it was becoming loving and fun. We did it the opposite of most people. We knew everything about each other first, and then we made love. I always had the feeling that she knew more than I did.
Then she sat up and rode me soft and then hard and then rubbed back and forth with my cock inside of her so her clit was rubbing on my cock hair. She made squeaking noises through a few orgasms and then she stopped, resting on me. I had not yes cum again.
Ever so slowly she pulled off of me, letting my cock leave an open passage in its wake. I was rock hard and she bent down and licked it and sucked at the head for a minute then said "doggy," and went to all fours.
We loved doggy, that is what started our love making, and I pounded her hard then soft and then hard, by now she was used to me. Then I did slow and fast. I even stopped a few times to lick her pussy. Yes I had cum in her pussy but she did not mind licking my cock after I got out of her so what the hell, it gave her pleasure and me too. And that body, I had come to look with much pleasure at her brown body, lithe, but so womanly. But I did not fuck her too hard, she would be sore again in the morning. Now, feelings of not hurting her came into my mind; not just feeling of fucking and not just getting off, but actual feelings of care. I wanted for us to have pleasure but not at the expense of causing her pain. Ok I did think it might be nice to give that cute little brown ass a spanking but, well you know what I mean.
I pulled her nipples and played with her clit and as she had a few more orgasms I finally had another deep inside of her. I stood over her like a bull fully imbedded and then bending over her and grabbing her close to my chest I fell over on my side taking her thin brown body with me. I fell asleep kissing her neck, my cock still inside of her, my hands on her breasts and feeling her contentment along with mine. This was our second night falling asleep like this.
That next morning I awoke alone. Damn, no morning action. What I do remember of that night was pure passion with words of love and devotion. The sex was wonderful. The best I had in a long time but then I had not had any sex in a long time. Then I thought it was the best I had ever. Now that I think about it I have not had sex since a week before my brother was killed.