Loving Half-Sister Ch. 02
Author's Note: There never would be a second chapter to this story without the persistence of you readers, who keep sending me feedback messages indicating your desire to finally read one. And so here it is. Never underestimate the power of determination. Thanks for your interest.
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It was suppertime on a Friday evening as Neil sat across from his half-sister, Kristen, and adjacent to his mother Maggie, who was at the end. Kristen wasn't much of an eater, never had been, and was finished much sooner than Neil, who was never hesitant to get his fill. And tonight it was his favorite, homemade lasagna.
Maggie thought this might be the perfect opportunity to talk with Kristen. Reaching a hand out, placing it over hers, she asked in a concerned, motherly tone, "How are things going, sweetheart?"
"Neil's been a great help, really," she responded, brushing a few errant strands of blonde hair out of her bright hazel eyes. "We talk whenever I need, and he's always watching over me at school."
Maggie glanced at her son, offering a proud smile, before returning her attention to Kristen. "I've noticed, and I'm so glad you two are getting along as well as you are. Are you fitting in with your classmates?"
She fell silent for a few moments, gaze dropping to her half-finished plate of food as she considered her answer. Looking up again at Maggie she responded, "I'm just taking things slow. I don't know many people, you know? I just do what I need to do to get through the day."
Maggie squeezed her hand and smiled encouragingly. "You do what you can, and if there's anything at all I can do you only have to ask."
"Thanks, you've all done so much already."
The conversation ended as Maggie took another bite. Kristen pushed her food around the plate as they waited for everyone to finish.
"So, Neil, are you going out with Mitch tonight? Because if you are, I was thinking -"
"No, Mom, we kind of had a fight," he cut her off mid-sentence.
Her face registered mild shock. "Really? You two never argue."
He looked up sheepishly. "We did, okay? Let's just drop it."
Kristen waited for the dust to settle before she added, "He was protecting me. Mitch was mouthing off in the hallway about how cute I was, about how he wanted to ask me out. Neil stood up to him and Mitch finally backed down."
Maggie's surprised expression eased as she nodded her understanding. "Thank you, Neil, you did the right thing. Boys these days have no respect for the opposite sex, but you taught him a valuable lesson. Will you be staying home then?"
She didn't see Neil sharing a gaze with Kristen across the table, and was completely unaware of their bare feet touching underneath. He made a point of looking down at the attractive swells under her thin, tight t-shirt which left little to the imagination.
When he saw her right hand reaching down he frantically shook his head, suspecting what she might try to do, but despite his efforts she lifted the shirt up high enough to give him a peek at one of her perky boobs, pink nipple and all. His cock immediately stirred at the erotic offering.
"I thought I might take Kristen to the movies, if that'd be okay," he stammered in a shaky voice.
Without looking up, as she cut off another piece of lasagna, Maggie agreed. "I just cashed my check, it's in my purse, take what you need."
Neil closed his eyes and drank the rest of his milk, willing his erection to go away so he could stand up and leave the table. Yet the lingering image of Kristen's boob and the swollen peak remained.
"May I be excused please?" he heard Kristen politely asking. "I need to get ready."
"Of course," his mom responded. "I think we're all done here anyway."
Waiting until his mom had gotten up and turned away, Neil made a quick getaway, the bulge in his jeans luckily having gone unnoticed by her. Walking through the living room on his way down the short hallway where the bedrooms were, he paused before Kristen's room, lightly tapping on the door.
"Come in," her sweet voice offered.
"Kristen, I -" he began as he pushed it open, seeing her standing by her bed in the midst of dressing, wearing only a pair of bikini panties.
"Close the door, please," she calmly suggested, "wouldn't want your mom to see."
He knew he should've shielded his eyes or something, but he couldn't help but admire her shapely, nearly-nude body. And she made no effort to hide it, either. It was strange to him, because Kristen certainly didn't feel like his sister, but just a girl who was living under the same roof, and a hot one at that. It was no wonder Mitch was interested in seeing how far he could get with her.
"You're looking at me like Dad did," she mentioned.
Neil was shocked. "He's seen you like this before?"
Kristen had spoken without thinking and quickly found herself reeling. "He walked in on me a few times," she answered. "And when he did, well..."
"He found you attractive, like I do," he summarized.
Without answering she walked to her dresser and picked out a shirt to wear, a white silk halter with spaghetti shoulder straps, which she put on over her bare upper torso. A hint of her perky boobs and pink nipples showed through.
"You like?" she questioned.
Once he nodded she went into the closet, pulling out a tiny dark blue skirt. Facing away from him she shed her panties, giving him a glimpse of her nice, tight buttocks before she bent down and pulled the skirt up her smooth, slender legs.
"You're not wearing any panties?" he noted in surprise.
She flashed him a sexy, naughty-girl smile while trying her best to will the sadness in her heart away, but it quickly overwhelmed her. Neil watched as her eyes grew teary, the smile fading into a frown as the darkness of depression quickly revisited her.
"Kristen, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"I could use a hug," she managed before the tears began rolling down her cheeks.
Neil quickly closed the distance, taking her lithe body into his arms, giving her a tight hug. She buried her face against his left shoulder. He knew better than to ask any questions and instead just quietly held her as he'd learned to do, hands gently stroking her blonde hair, comforting her as best he could. When the hug continued he gently guided her to the bed where they sat together with her on his left, waiting for this sadness to pass.
"Is there anything I can say or do to make you happier?" he asked as the familiar feeling of utter helplessness overcame him.
After she raised her left hand he quickly caught on, knocking their knuckles together while whispering, "Bam!"
She emitted a slight chuckle in response, giving him a tight squeeze of appreciation.
He breathed in the scent of her hair, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. Neil was aware of her firm boobs compressing between them, and felt the nipples upon his shirt. This quickly had his cock erect and throbbing once again.
Knowing he shouldn't but at the same time unable to help himself from doing so, his right hand lowered to her bare upper left thigh. His palm and fingers lightly caressed up and down, savoring the silky softness of her skin. He looked down, watching as he touched her, holding her as she dealt with whatever feelings she was having to cope with. Neil wished he could do more for her.
A few minutes later, sensing her looking at him, he directed his gaze into her eyes. "What?"
She smiled through the drying tears. "Are you thinking dirty things?"
He hesitated before answering. "No, I just wish I could do more. It hurts me seeing you cry when you do. It makes me feel... helpless, I guess."
Her smile widened as her expression turned emotional. "Because you want to protect me, like you did with Mitch."
"Yes, of course."
Kristen's deepening love for Neil made her wonder if she could trust him with her darkest secret, the guilt which plagued her heart. But the heat of growing arousal beginning to stir in her loins had her putting that decision off for a later time. She suddenly wanted, needed, to feel the comforting hand rubbing on her thigh to go higher.
"Touch me," she requested before leaning in for a kiss, her right leg lifting and extending over his legs to widen hers.
"My mom -" he tried to remind her, his words of protest silenced by Kristen's velvety lips covering his.
Despite the risk, heart pounding with nervous excitement, he kissed her back. When her mouth opened so did his and their wet tongues enthusiastically entwined. His hand on her thigh inched higher, venturing under the bottom of her skirt.
Softly moaning her encouragement her body quivered, arousal heightening. When his exploring fingers finally caressed the outer folds of her pussy, she began to melt. Kristen felt his teasing fingers tracing up and down the labia before gently pushing into the slit. As he fingered her moistening flesh she felt his stiff bulge throbbing against her right leg, making her even more cognizant of her intensifying need.
When Neil felt fingers tugging his zipper down he jerked in shocked surprise. Pulling his mouth away from hers he quickly complained, "But my mom could walk in at any minute."
Kristen's adorable hazel eyes lit up. "I know. Exciting, isn't it?"
He couldn't stop her because he wanted her as much as she wanted him. With his stomach knotting with fear he could almost taste he felt her soft fingers guiding his erect cock out into the open, wrapping around the shaft, and slowly stroking his length. His aching balls filled with tingling heat as he loved the way her fingers felt on him.
"Oh my god, we really shouldn't be doing this, Kristen!" he nervously exclaimed, knowing how risky this type of behavior was under the same roof as his mom.
"You make me so hot, Neil," she urgently admitted. "You said you wanted to help me feel better, this is your chance."
Before he could say anything else her lips were pressing hard against his, their tongues once more rubbing hungrily against one another. All he could think of was the warm fingers sliding up and down his cock. When they reached the top her thumb rubbed over the sensitized tip, now gooey with leaking cum, smearing it all over the smooth, straining surface. In response he fondled her clit before sliding his fingers down the slit, pushing into her tight pussy, feeling her growing wetness.
Without breaking the passionate kissing she carefully got up and changed position, now sitting down straddling his lap facing him. His hands pushed the front of her halter up and cupped her perky boobs, squeezing on them, thumbs prodding the swollen nipples. Touching her, feeling her touching him, knowing his mom could walk in at any time, had his cock as hard as granite.
He felt her body moving, inching forward, before she pushed him down on his back. Breaking their kiss she straightened up with her crotch hovering above his, one hand holding the base of his cock steady as she lowered. Neil moaned when he felt the wet heat of her slit rubbing back and forth over the straining tip, gathering her flowing juice, smearing him with its lubricating element. Then he felt the head throbbing against the much smaller opening of her pussy.
"You're even bigger than last time," she commented as she felt his hardness at the canal entrance.
Neil moved his hands to her slender waist, gripping it tightly. As she allowed gravity to pull her down against his cock, Neil pulled down on her hips while simultaneously thrusting his hips upward. The combined power forced her small opening to stretch wide, and for a brief moment she gasped in pain from his entry. But once inside this was replaced by sensations of blissful joy as he started pounding deeper into her juicy, heated core.
"Oh god, you're so hard," she moaned out her pleasure, briskly rocking up and down in rhythm with his upward movements.
They went at it like two wild dogs, her rocking up and down as Neil pounded into her hot pussy like a madman. It wasn't long before they were both gasping for air, quietly moaning as they frantically loved one another. The bed was squeaking, adding to the already risky coupling, but neither of them cared. All they needed at that moment was each other.
"Oh yeah, fuck my cunt hard just like you are," she softly cried out as perspiration formed on her brow from their feverish pace.
Neil gave her all he had, urgently tugging down while thrusting up, driving his cock all the way inside her wonderfully tight, hot pussy. She felt so amazing to him as he quickly slammed inside before pulling halfway out, only to plunge into her once again. These repeated motions had them both delirious with lust, with love, and with the most pleasurable of sensations.
His balls had drawn up tightly to the base of his cock and were filled with tremendous tingling pressure, making him feel as if he might explode at any instant. As he felt the imminent rise of his semen Kristen's body clenched hard, a final gasp escaping her lips just as the uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy took hold.
As she bucked on his lap Neil kept pounding his cock into her at the same feverish speed. Feeling her tight pussy constricting around him, adding to the friction, was enough to push him over the edge. His balls erupted. Neil groaned as his cock began twitching, ejaculating ropes of hot cum deeply into her cunt. He rammed into her even faster as the squirting continued for several moments, until finally she'd drained him of all he had.
Even as every passing moment increased the risk of discovery Kristen leaned forward, lying down against his chest. He held her against him as his softening cock remained inside of her, eventually becoming too soft to stay inside her tight canal and being ejected.
"Oops, sorry," she apologized with a brief chuckle. "This was just what I needed. Thank you so much, Neil, I really do love you. Words can't express how much better I feel now."
"I'm glad I could do something to help," he responded to her emotional expression. "You have such an amazing body. It feels so good when I'm inside of you that I hate when it's over, you know?"
She was looking into his eyes when she nodded her understanding. "I feel the same way too."
"I better get up," he finally decided. "It's fun doing it with my mom so close by, but it also scares the crap out of me at the same time."
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While we headed out for the movies, Kristen expressed more of an interest in going someplace private where we could talk. Hoping she might finally open up to me I agreed and drove us to a nearby lake where Mitch and I used to hang out at on a cliff that formed part of the southern boundary.
We got out and as we sat on the hood of the car we looked up longingly at the stars overhead.
"This is peaceful, I like this place," she announced. "Come here, keep me warm."
It was slightly chilly with a breeze coming off the water and I quickly pulled her into my arms, our bodies pressing tightly together. For some reason I sensed that this was going to be a night I would never forget, although had no idea as to why.
"I'm sorry it's been so rough for you," Neil started the conversation off, unsure in which direction it would go. "I know it's not my fault or anything, but I'm still sorry you've had to go through all of that."
She turned her gaze on me, smiling widely before lightly kissing my lips. "If it wasn't for you I'd still be a wreck. You have no idea what it means for me to have you to talk to, to do things with."
"Sexual things," he added with a wink.
She briefly giggled before resting her forehead against his. "Especially the sexual things. You've been so wonderful to me. I don't want to say anything that would change this, you know?"
He was confused and admitted, "I'm not sure what you're telling me."
She hesitated, thinking how to express herself in a way he could best understand. "I want you to know everything. I need you to know. But when I start telling you, I need to know that what I say can't change what we have between us, Neil. If I thought it might, I could never share my past with you. I'd rather have what we have right now than to let you know what happened, only to lose you."
"You're talking about Dad," he guessed uncertainly.
"Dad's a big part of it, yes," she shared. "There's more. But I'm so scared to tell you anything because I don't want to spoil what we have. I love you so much it would kill me to lose you."
"I love you too, Kristen," he quickly added, trying his best to earn her complete trust. "There's nothing you could possibly tell me that would change this, I swear it," he told her emphatically. Then, recalling what she'd told him about Dad walking in on her, thinking there could be more to it, he added, "Even if you told me Dad touched you and you killed them on purpose, it wouldn't change how much I love you."
She shook her head repeatedly as he spoke the last part. As the tears began flowing she kept whispering, "I didn't, I didn't, I promise I didn't."
Kristen buried her head against his shoulder as he held on tightly, just as he had from the very beginning of her new life, trying to give her all of the love and emotional support as he could. Neil patiently waited, giving her time and space, all that she needed. But at least now she knew she could talk to him when she was comfortable opening up.
"I hated it when they fought," she finally began. "They despised one another, and neither one had any feelings for me at all. They didn't care about me, I just got in their way. You have no idea what it's like being raised in such a hateful home. But the fights, the shouting, that was even worse.
"Dad kept a can of kerosene in the basement beside the washer for a camping lantern and stove he had, but that was where my mom liked to put the laundry basket when she was doing the wash," she recalled, "and each time she had to move it she threw a fit. But the only other place for it to go without getting in the way was next to the water heater. Dad kept moving it back, cussing and griping the whole time, saying how it could set the house on fire.
"It got to be so bad that when I could see that Dad was spoiling for a fight, I'd sneak downstairs and move the can next to the washer just so he couldn't use that as an excuse to start another argument. But on that afternoon it was my mom who was looking like she was about to explode, so I moved it from the washer to next to the water heater. I had no idea it would burn the house down. But now I feel so guilty, because maybe a part of me did want for that to happen."
He gave her a squeeze. "It was just an accident, they happen all the time," Neil whispered, doing his best to comfort her. "You did what you thought was best for everybody involved. You don't bear any responsibility for what happened. Besides, you said your mom kept putting it back anyway, so it was just chance that it happened when it did, right?"
Her shoulders shrugged uncertainly. "I suppose."
"What about Dad?" he pressed, now that her heart was opening, revealing all it hid. "What happened between you two?"
"That whole night was nothing but a horrible nightmare, the fire just brought all of their vileness to an end..." she began, but her voice trailed off when the tears, which had slowed to a mere trickle, resumed flowing steadily again.
When Kristen broke down she put her face against his shoulder again. Neil felt terrible for adding to her pain by asking too much instead of allowing her to share at a speed she was comfortable with. Now he had to fight back sympathetic tears of his own while doing all he could to help her.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you so hard," he guiltily told her. "Please forgive me."
Gathering her resolve she wiped her face dry with the backs of her hands and straightened up. "No, don't worry. I want you to know everything about that night. It's painful but I need to let go of it so you can understand, understand about Dad, about how I could ever do such a thing with him.
"It all started with this huge fight when my mom confronted him about an affair he was having," she explained. "It was even worse than the others, I was so scared. They screamed at the top of their lungs until she kicked him out, telling him to take me with him because she didn't want me. But Dad didn't want me either and left, slamming the door on his way out. I was devastated, shattered, left feeling so worthless. I ran to my room and my mom went to hers."
"Oh Kristen, that's awful!" Neil angrily exclaimed as he imagined such a thing taking place right in front of her. "I love you, I'll always love you, you're very special to me."
"Wait, Neil, there's more. That was just the start of it. Dad came home drunk later that night, I don't remember when but he woke me up, asked if he could sleep in my bed," she continued, recalling the dark emotions clouding her innocent heart. "You have to understand that I loved Dad. I mean I was a wreck, I wanted to die! But he came back for me, I just knew it, he came back because he loved me too.
"When he started touching me, I liked it... because it meant I wasn't worthless. I needed him to need me, where else could I go? My mom made it clear she didn't want me, so what choice did I really have? I'm sorry I lied to you, telling you I was a virgin when I wasn't, but I wasn't ready to tell you all of this then."
"It's okay, you're the victim here, not them," he quickly pointed out. "The fire happened afterwards?"
"After we made love we both fell asleep," she acknowledged with a wince, finding the act harder to accept now than she had at the time. "I remember waking up coughing. I tried getting Dad to wake up but he was drunk, I couldn't budge him. I was lucky just to get out of there alive."
He saw her looking at him expectantly.
"What? What is it?"
"You don't hate me now, do you? Now that you know what happened?" she asked, cautiously testing his reaction.
"What happened doesn't change anything, I told you that it wouldn't and it hasn't," Neil confirmed. "I'm just so proud of how you managed to bounce back as well as you have knowing what I do now."
Kristen appeared shocked. "You're proud of me? Really? You don't think I'm some terrible person?"
"You were abused in so many ways... to think you're the bad person here. They really twisted your mind, Kristen. But you're on the right road now. Together we'll get through this, you have my promise."
"Oh Neil, thank you so much, you have no idea what a relief it is to get this off my chest and still know that it hasn't changed the way you feel for me."
This was the last thing she said. Kristen had talked herself dry after finally releasing all of the bad memories, hoping this might help reduce the depth and frequency of her deep depressions. Everything having been said, they were content to hold one another and enjoy their intimate companionship under the stars.
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It was approaching midnight by the time they got back home. His mom had gone to bed earlier and so the house was dark and silent. Not wanting to go their separate ways, needing to be together on this night of all nights, they made a point of being especially quiet so as not to risk rousing Maggie.
Due to the many nightmares Kristen endured, Neil had plugged in a nightlight close to her bed. This was just enough for them to see by. Neil was intent on showing her how a man truly shows his love for a woman the best way he knew how.
Standing beside the bed facing one another arm in arm he told her, "You're an incredible woman. Knowing all you've gone through makes my love for you even stronger."
Gazing into his eyes she nodded, the deeply emotional look on her sweet face speaking volumes. He started slowly with brief kisses to her forehead, cheeks, chin, before kissing down one side and up the other of her sweetly scented neck. His lips trailed across her jaw line, pausing to kiss her mouth. It was a loving display that spoke of his true feelings for her.
Reaching his hands down he began to gather the sides of her silk halter, lifting as he went. Her flat tummy with the gold belly button ring were first exposed, followed by her firm, perky boobs, before he removed it over her extended arms.
"You're so beautiful," he assured her before averting his gaze downwards at the exposed swells, enjoying the glorious sight of her near-perfect form.
Taking her turn Kristen reached down to grasp the sides of his shirt, pulling it up and off over his extended arms. She looked at his chest while her fingers traced along his shoulders, impressed by their strength. Next her fingers and palms caressed his upper torso, index fingers teasing the flat nipples. The lower she went the more rigid his body became. By the time her loving hands reached the top of his jeans she saw the noticeable bulge just below.
Neil felt at a loss when it came to her skirt. He blindly groped along her sides and lower back while trying to find an identifiable zipper or catch of some type, which earned him a sweet giggle. He couldn't help but smile despite his feeling of utter helplessness. Kristen didn't mind guiding his fingers to the zipper which was hidden behind a panel of fabric along her right side, and he eagerly lowered this. With a flick of her shapely hips the skirt fell to the floor around her ankles.
When it came time for her to remove his denim jeans, she sank to her knees for the task. Prior to doing anything she first brushed her velvety lips back and forth across his lower abdomen just above the waistline, smiling to herself as she heard his moans and felt the flinching of his muscles. She continued the teasing until his cock was fully erect, the bulge anxiously straining against the denim.
Only then did her fingers tug the button free and lower the zipper. His cock, now partially released, sprung outward, stretching the waistband of his underpants. There already was a nickle-sized wet spot in the cotton from his leaking semen. Undaunted, Kristen gripped the front of the waistband and pulled, stretching it over his rigid shaft, pulling both garments down to his ankles.
Taking a moment she carefully observed him for the first time. She'd seen him, tasted him even, but now her eyes drank in every inch of his sex in wonder. His body was impressive. Kristen tentatively reached out, the tips of the fingers of both hands tickling the bottom of his hairy balls. When he jerked she kept it up, playfully teasing him. Her palms cupped them next, feeling both the warmth and hardness as she considered the millions of seeds they contained.
"You're handsome," she declared, breaking her silence as she was awed by the sight.
Staring at the reddish-purple head, noting the lone eye was seeping a milky tear, her flicking, extended tongue playfully licked. When Neil felt this he shuddered with pleasure. The teasing with her tongue and those of her palms which were squeezing his balls kept his cock hard and throbbing.
Next her pursed lips slid over the bulbous head, over the crown, and tightened around the base. Kristen sucked hard while swirling her tongue over the smooth surface, enjoying the salty taste while feeling his body squirming. She loved to love him, loved bringing him pleasure just as he did for her. After a minute of this, feeling his balls drawing tightly against the base, knowing he was getting close to erupting, her mouth backed off. This was accompanied by Neil's heavy sigh of relief.
Changing strategy, her right palm cupped the wet tip, gently pushing his cock until it was flush against his abdomen. After licking the balls she lightly blew on them, sending a chill racing up his spine that they could both feel. With her tongue placed against the soft underside of the shaft she ran it up several times as if she was eating a lollipop, feeling the rapid beating of his heart as blood raced through the thick vein.
Reaching down for her shoulders Neil guided her back into a standing position. Tilting his head toward the bed invitingly they both climbed under the crisp, cool sheets, with Kristen settling on her back. Neil lay along her right on his left side with his body facing her.
Continuing his explorations of earlier his lips, tongue, and fingers gently caressed her shoulders before moving down, taking his time as if attempting to commit every square inch of her magnificent body to memory. He took particular care when he reached a boob, licking the swell in an ever-collapsing clockwise motion until he finally reached her nipple. As he suckled on the swollen, pulsing tip his left hand rubbed her nearest shoulder, the right fondling her flat tummy just above the belly button.
Leaning further over her Neil gave the opposing breast equal attention, treating her flawless, silky skin with delicate touches. Hearing her heart racing with youthful passion, now enjoying the feminine fragrance of her sexual heat, this drew his attention lower until his palms and mouth converged on her belly button. After licking and fingering this region, he eventually reached the top of her trimmed pubic curls. By this time Kristen was moaning, trembling like a leaf caught in the wind.
Moving down the bed until his shoulders were equal with her hips, Neil gestured for her to toss him the unused pillow. After she did he folded it over, placing it beneath her shapely ass so that her crotch was elevated a foot off the bed pointing upwards at a forty-five degree angle. Understanding what he wanted to do she widened her legs as far as they could go, opening herself up to him completely.
Sitting there, Neil gazed down into her eyes and whispered his love for her, which she answered back. Then he lowered his upper torso, gently separated the wet, velvety pink folds of her pussy, and began devouring her with his mouth and fingers.
All of the slow, patient foreplay had her body super-sensitized. Even areas she never experienced this with before were all vibrant and alive with sexual arousal. The most wonderfully intense sensations surged through her breasts, deep in her loins. She could feel his lips nibbling on the swollen labia, tongue teasing her tiny clit, and fingers tenderly moving in and out of her tight canal.
Kristen had to bite down on her lower lip in a desperate effort to stifle the cries that wanted to sound, to fill the room in a vocal expression of the overwhelming pleasure of this moment. Her body shuddered, hips grinding her cunt against his mouth. She could feel the liquid heat soaking her sex, could hear the sounds of his fingers plunging into her harder now, tongue swirling over her clit more rapidly, driving her to the precipice of unbelievable ecstasy.
Her head was swimming, heart racing impossibly fast, her breaths coming in tattered gasps when Kristen's body clenched in orgasm. She rode the wave as she crested, body bucking, shaking, as intense tingling sensations of utter delight radiated through her loins. It was most powerful climax that ever gripped her form and it catapulted her to a special place where there was nothing but peace and happiness.
"Wow," she barely managed once she relaxed, after-shocks still giving her twitches.
Neil could see the pleasure radiating from her reddened face, eyes bright with joy and wonder. He gave her a few moments to recover as he rose into a kneeling position between her quivering thighs, lightly caressing the inner legs from the knees to her crotch repeatedly.
When she appeared to have steadied her breathing he leaned his hips closer, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the juice-soaked slit. He loved how hot she felt, how hot and slick, as he placed himself at her entrance. Gripping each side of her slender waist to steady her body he thrust forward, feeling her portal resisting before his building strength forced the muscle to widen, allowing his penetration.
Kristen softly cried out as she felt his hardness filling her void, the initial push going further in a single stroke than before. No sooner than he did her own hips began feverishly thrusting, drawing him even deeper. The powerful emotion behind this intimate act made it heavenly, the two being joined at a spiritual level.
Neil held back for as long as he could, feeling her body clenching a second time with a smaller orgasm than her first. With his cock immersed in her tight, wet heat, he stiffened with an approaching climax. Toes curling as his aching balls pulled up against the base of his erection filled with tingling pressure, he rammed into her with all of his strength, grunting quietly as his ejaculations started. Breathing heavily, frantically gasping, his cock squirted ribbons of cum into Kristen's core.
Afterwards they lay in one another's arms kissing, caressing, enjoying the intimacy in the afterglow of sexual release. As risky as it was Neil made no move to leave her side and, temporarily spent, they drifted off to sleep together.
* * * * *
The next morning, as Neil emerged from Kristen's bedroom fully clothed, his mom was waiting. He immediately turned defensive. "What? She was having another night -"
His mom was gravely concerned. "We have to talk. The kitchen."
Neil followed her, uncertain what she knew. He sat down across the table from her, mind and heart racing in dazed confusion.
After rubbing her hands together she voiced her concern. "You're so good with her, Neil. But you'll be graduating soon, and she has another year to go. I'm not sure I can do this alone. I'm so proud of how you've handled this, how you've reached out to her, helped her. I don't have your strength."
"Mom, I'm not leaving her," Neil reassured her. "College can wait. Her life is far more important to me."
She closed her eyes, lips whispering a prayer of relief, before opening again. "Thank you, son. You've been such a blessing to her."
* * * * *
After sharing her heart the nightmares and bouts of depression faded. For Kristen it was as if she had turned the page to a new, happier chapter. She never knew what it was like to hope, but a future with Neil filled her with an eagerness for life she never had before.
"I'm graduating tomorrow," he reminded her as they lay in her bed together, feeling ecstatic.
She smiled. "I know. You make me so proud. What's next?"
"I'm going to look into attending a vocational school to learn a trade, then get a job afterwards," he decided after having done some research into the subject. "I won't have to leave to do this, and the school offers job placement with pretty impressive starting pay, depending upon the occupation I choose. By the time you graduate maybe we can move out and get our own place."
"Have you decided yet?" she questioned, curious.
"An automotive mechanic, I think. I don't mind getting dirty and I like working with my hands," he answered honestly.
"I can vouch for that," Kristen responded in a playful tone, getting frisky again. "Maybe you can tune up my engine."
Neil laughed. "Yeah, I think I can. I have a special tool for that."