This Old House Ch. 01
A young man and a beautiful woman are bound by their past.
(As always a sincere thanks to my editor "larryinseattle" without whom my stories would be nothing more than simply a cluster of words.)

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This was the only house that Jerry had ever known. It had been built by his great-great-great-grandfather, Jeremiah, who he was named after. It stood high on the cliffs overlooking the ocean and one of Jerry's favorite pastimes was to climb up to the 'Widow's Walk' on the top of the house and look out over the water.

It had always been a warm, loving house filled with laughter and good times. Unfortunately, that all changed when his mother disappeared while taking her sailboat out for 'a little spin around the bay' as she'd referred to it.

The day had started out bright and sunny but Jerry soon saw ominous black clouds rolling in from the East. He tried to contact his mother on the radio to warn her but before he could, the clouds swept over the small sailboat and it disappeared into the darkness.

His father had called the Coast Guard who sent a rescue boat to look for her but they'd been forced to turn back when the storm became too dangerous. When it was finally over, the search began and her sailboat was found laying on its side on the small stretch of beach below the house. They searched for his mother for another three days before stopping and telling his dad they were listing her as "Missing - Presumed Dead".

After that, it was if a shadow had fallen over the house. His sister moved out after a few months and found an apartment several hundred miles away, saying she never wanted to see the ocean again. His dad ran away too, in his own way, by burying himself in his work. Many times he'd be gone until late in the evening leaving Jerry alone to wander the halls and property in search of something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Days turned into weeks and then into years as he searched for 'that something' without success.

It wasn't until two years later that he noticed his dad slowly begin to change. Instead of being withdrawn and depressed he actually seemed like his old self at times. When he asked his dad about the change, he only got a smile as an answer. That was until the day his dad brought Brittany home.

Brittany ... how does a 19 year old describe one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen? She looked vaguely like a younger version of the model, Adele Stephens. She stood 5-foot, 6-inches tall and her skin was a golden-brown from all the time she'd spent working on the glass-bottomed tour boats that took people out to see the local shipwrecks. Her hair was a sandy-blonde that hung over her shoulders in long, loose curls and her eyes were a brilliant deep-water blue that seemed to twinkle like the stars in the night sky.

She was wearing a white, sleeveless top that was tied under her bust, highlighting her breasts and the darker shade of her areola and nipples. That and the pebble-sized lumps at the front of her top left little doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her waist narrowed and then flared out to a set of full, rounded hips that were barely covered by her low-rider shorts and her legs were long and toned. The fantasy image of her was heightened by the fact that she was wearing a pair of wedge-style sandals that laced up over her calves and red lipstick with matching polish on her fingernails and toenails. As if to highlight her beauty, there was a white lace choker around her neck with an ivory and onyx cameo broach.

"Hi," he stuttered as his father introduced them.

"Hi, yourself," she replied as she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. "My friends call me Brit."

He blushed as the front of his cut-off jeans began to bulge from the feel of her barely-concealed nipples pressing against his bare chest.

She must have felt it too as she whispered softly in his ear. "Don't worry. I have the same effect on a lot of men, including your dad."

He laughed, nervously, as they pulled apart and his father led them into the house.

After that, Brittany was like a member of the family. She spent almost every free moment with the two of them, so it wasn't surprising when one morning he found her sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee. It was obvious from the fact that she was wearing one of his dad's button-up shirts that she'd spent the night.

"Morning."

"Hey."

"I hope you don't mind," she said, indicating the way she was dressed. "Your dad had to go into work early this morning and I didn't really feel like leaving in the dark again."

"Ahhhhh. So you and him ...?"

"Yeah," she blushed. "We've spent the night together a couple of times but I usually leave before you get up."

"Why?"

A questioning looked covered her face. "I'm not actually sure. Your dad seemed to be embarrassed or maybe he wasn't sure how you'd feel after your mom and all. Then again maybe it was because I wasn't sure how you'd feel."

"Ahhh."

"I mean, you and I are closer in age than your dad and I, so I didn't want you to think I was a 'gold digger' or something."

"Hey, whatever works for the two of you is okay with me," he finished as he grabbed a breakfast bar and left. What he didn't say, and thankfully she hadn't noticed, was that he had a hard-on that felt like it was made of iron from the sight of her sitting there in that shirt and the idea that she probably wasn't wearing anything underneath.

He quickly went to his room and, after wolfing down the breakfast bar, jumped in the shower. The cool water did nothing to remove the fantasy images of her body that swirled through his head as his hand ran up and down his hardened shaft. "What the fuck?" he thought. "She's my dad's girlfriend and here I am jacking off thinking about her ... but she looked so fucking sexy." His hand became a blur as it flew up and down his cock until he moaned, "Brit", just as his cum rocketed from the tip and onto the shower floor.

What he didn't know was that she had seen the bulge in the front of his shorts and had slipped into the bathroom after he got in the shower. The sight of his hand running up and down his shaft fueled her own desires. Silently, she slid her hand between her legs, quickly matching the rhythm of his hand. She stood silently, watching until she felt her body begin to tremble. She knew she was close to her own orgasm but couldn't take her eyes off of him. Then, just as he came, her pussy tightened around her fingers, clamping them in place. The room seemed to spin as the orgasm overtook her and it was only by grabbing the sink that she kept from falling to the floor. Yet her eyes never left the sight of cum erupting from his cock. "OHMIGOD, so much cum!!" she thought to herself as strand after strand coated the shower floor, only to be washed away. Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers from between her legs and slipped out of the room. She leaned against the wall and took several deep breaths to steady herself before heading down the hallway, almost unaware of the stream of her own juices trickling down her leg. It was only when she reached the room she'd shared with his father that she slowed, her eyes suddenly ablaze, as she asked herself, "Did he just whisper my name when he was cumming?"

Back in the bathroom, Jerry stepped from the shower. The faint, delicate aroma of roses seemed to fill the room, suddenly triggering his desire to find 'that something' again. So, for the rest of the day he retraced his steps until he found himself standing in front of the locked door in the wall of the cellar. He remembered that when he'd asked his mother about it, she got a far-away look as she told him that it was rumored within the family that his great-great-great-grandfather was a smuggler as well as the captain of a trading schooner, and that the door opened to a series of tunnels and caves going all the way down to the beach below the cliffs. The tunnels were supposedly used for bringing smuggled cargo up from the beach after which it was taken to a meadow several miles away to be sold.

Intrigued, he'd asked her if he could explore the caves but she said they hadn't been used in decades and it was far too dangerous. Now, he found himself standing outside the door once again, the desire to explore them almost like a magnet pulling on a piece of iron.

That night, he tried to talk to his dad about exploring the tunnels only to have him shrug and say, "Sure, whatever you want, kiddo " before returning to the technical paper he'd been reading. For Jerry it was almost as bad as a slap in the face, not only to be ignored but to be called 'kiddo', as if he were still a little boy.

For the next several months, Jerry spent every waking moment researching his great-great-great-grandfather and the house that they now lived in. He found articles and stories in the old newspapers as well as a copy of the original blueprints of the house including a rough diagram of the tunnels below it.

At the same time, things settled into a somewhat normal routine. Brittany came over every Tuesday and Wednesday for dinner and then she'd come back on Friday and stay for the weekend. The three of them would spend time camping, hiking, and traveling, though by some unspoken agreement, they never went sailing.

When Brittany wasn't around, he and his dad spent the time rummaging through the various trunks and sea chests that were scattered throughout the attic trying to figure out who they might have belonged to. They even spent time looking at the old blueprints and imagining what might be behind the locked cellar door.

Then, just before the third anniversary of his mom's death, his dad found a newer-looking trunk stuffed in the back of a closet. The moment they opened it up, Jerry knew this one was going to be hard to go through; it was his mother's. Inside they found old pictures of her. There were ones of her when she was young, and others of her playing in the yard in front of the house. There were a couple of her dressed up for her prom, and a large one of her with his dad on their wedding day. They also found an old key and a Journal. The Journal was more of a dairy. Most of the entries were about how much she loved her husband and her children, though some were quite different. The last entry was three days before she'd disappeared:

The dreams seem to be getting more realistic all the time. In each of them I'm in my sailboat battling high seas when a wave breaks over the boat. Suddenly, I'm being dragged down but instead of drowning I wake up laying on the beach below our house. The problem is it's not OUR house, it's my great-great-grandfather's house. I can see him walking towards me across the beach from a cave hidden behind some rocks. He's yelling to me but I can't hear what he wants because of the waves breaking against the shore. Then, I suddenly wake up. I'm afraid that my time is almost done and that something is calling me. I feel like I'm being ripped in two. One part of me is being drawn to the call like a moth to a flame. On the other hand, I'm sure that if I answer the call I'll never see my husband and children again.

Together they read and re-read the entry not sure what it meant.

"What does she mean her 'time is almost done'? Do you think she somehow knew what was going to happen to her?"

"I'm not sure but right now it's time for bed," his dad said in a soothing voice as he closed the Journal and set it back in the trunk.

Jerry couldn't help but notice the tears in the corner of his father's eyes.

That night a storm blew in. The winds howled and the rains lashed against the windows, while lightning filled the sky, just as it had the day his mother had disappeared. The morning sun was trying to break through the clouds before he finally fell asleep.

It was almost noon before he got up and he still felt exhausted when he went into the kitchen to get something to eat. His attention was instantly drawn to the open back door and his father's car keys still sitting on the counter. He walked to the door and looked outside thinking that maybe the car wouldn't start because of the heavy rain from the storm. The car was there, the hood was closed, and his father was nowhere in sight.

A feeling of dread suddenly overwhelmed him. "Dad," he yelled over and over again as he ran around the yard looking for any sign of him. When he didn't find anything he headed back inside and searched room after room but they were all empty.

He ran outside again but this time headed for the cliffs. He looked everywhere until he suddenly stopped, as if he'd run into an invisible wall. There, lying on the ground right at the very edge of the cliff was his father's jacket. Cautiously, he moved closer and peered over the edge, still yelling for him but there was no answer.

Quickly, he ran back to the house and called the Sheriff. Time stood still as he waited for someone to arrive. After that it was a blur as the Sheriff, Coast Guard, and Rescue workers searched the area along and below the cliff. At some point, someone must have called Brittany because the next thing he remembered was her arms wrapped around him as tears streamed down his face.

Brittany called his sister, who said she'd be there early the next day. Just like with their mother, the search went on for three days and, also just like with their mother, nothing was found. His sister took charge, just as she always had, and made the arrangements for a memorial for their father. They were surprised by the number of friends, colleagues, associates, and 'locals' who attended but even more surprised when the will was read the following day.

Jerry's sister was given a large sum of money but he was given the house and all the property around it. While sitting at the kitchen table later that day, she tried to convince him that selling the house and moving was the best thing for him. "You'll be all alone out here. There's no one for over a mile and both our parents disappeared here. It's just not safe. Besides the money you'd get for this old house would be more than enough to buy you a place AND have money to start college."

"Sis, I know you think moving is the right thing to do but this is the only home I've ever known. Somehow it seems wrong to get rid of it. Mom and Dad raised us here. Mom was raised here before that and her father before that. This house is in our blood and I just get a feeling there's a lot more to it then we know right now so I'm staying."

She must have realized that there was no way she was going to change his mind so she just shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Don't say I didn't warn you." When she left the next day, she turned and waved at him. The look on her face almost screamed that she knew something he didn't and that she wasn't sure if she'd ever see him again.

For the next two weeks he wandered around the house, aimlessly. It seemed so much larger now that he was alone. Then, suddenly, on Tuesday night the doorbell rang. He answered it and found Brittany standing there with all the fixings for dinner in her arms.

"Comin' through," she called as she stepped into the house and headed for the kitchen. "Brittany's food service has arrived."

For whatever reason he started to laugh, long and hard.

They spent the evening talking about his dad and the things they'd done together and as the night slipped by, they talked about his plans for the future.

"Actually, I'm not sure at the moment. According to Dad's will, I own this place lock, stock, and barrel. There's even a trust fund set up so I don't have to worry about paying the taxes."

"What about college?"

"I thought about that, but the only thing that really interests me is local history. You know, the sailors like my great-great-great-grandfather, and the life they led on the ocean, and the ummmmmm," he hesitated, "extra work they did on the side."

"You mean the smuggling," Brittany replied, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Well, it's not really all that big a secret. Besides, my great-great-grandfather, Nathan, was a sailor on your great-great-great-grandfather's ship."

"Really?!"

"Yep. My parents even had an old painting of the two of them standing together on the quarter deck of a ship."

"Wow! I'd really like to see that."

"If I can find it I'll bring it along next time I stop by, but right now I gotta get going. It gets dark a lot sooner now that Summer is almost over and the road up here isn't exactly one of the best in the area. Besides, in the morning, I need to start looking for a new place to stay."

"Why? I thought you were living in one of the rooms above the tour boat shop."

"I was but the tourist season is almost over and my boss is closing up as soon as it ends. He's decided to spend the off-season in 'The Gulf' so I need to find someplace else."

"What about moving back in with your parents?"

"Not gonna happen," she sighed. "They put their house up for sale about a month ago. When my dad retired, they decided to move someplace warmer and try their hand at micro-farming."

They sat quietly for a few moments before Jerry asked, "Why don't you move in here?"

She looked at him quizzically.

"I don't mean like that. This is a big house and I'm the only one here now so there's plenty of room. And, to tell you the truth, I could use the company. Besides, it would give us a chance to talk about our great-greats." He paused as the glimmer of an idea began to take shape in his head. "And maybe, if we can find enough information, we could write a book about their lives."

She sat silently for almost a minute before replying. "Okay but no monkey business," she said, trying to look stern. "After all I'm old enough to be your moth ... no, on second thought maybe not that old, but at least enough to be an older sister," she finished.

"God forbid," he groaned. "One of those is enough."

The two of them laughed as they cleaned up the dishes and started getting her settled in for the night. The next day the two of them went into town, packed up her stuff and moved them into the old house.

Fall seemed to be nothing more than the blink of an eye and Winter soon settled in. The winds blew across the cliff face causing a low moaning sound that never seemed to end but inside the house it was warm and cheerful as the two of them spent long hours working together scouring through old newspapers, articles, drawings, and maps of the area. Bit by bit an outline for a book was taking shape.

Christmas Eve, they spent sitting in front of a roaring fire drinking hot chocolate and watching old Christmas movies on TV. The next morning, Jerry's sister arrived followed quickly by Brittany's parents. Jerry and Brittany prepared a holiday dinner and then they all exchanged gifts. Included in each of their stack of gifts was a draft of the book they'd been working on.

"What's this?" her father asked.

"It's a little something we've been working on. We're hoping for a some feedback from each of you."

"When?" his sister asked skeptically.

"As soon as possible if you don't mind," Jerry replied. "Depending on what you guys have to say, we're hoping to set up an appointment with a publisher in the next couple of months."

The three of them looked at the manuscripts in their laps and opened the first page. The room grew quiet except for the occasional rustling of a page turning and the crackling of the fire. By the time they were done, the fire had died down almost to embers casting a reddish hue throughout the room.

"Is this all true?" his sister asked.

"Yep."

"So great-great-great-granddad really was a smuggler?"

"Yep, he had quite a reputation in his day. It seems there were at least six different law-enforcement groups after him as well as some competitors who wanted nothing more than to see him ruined and in jail ... or worse."
"And your great-great-grandfather?" asked Brittany's mother.

"Worked right alongside Jerry's great-great."

"But what about the parts about the cellar door and the missing treasure?" Brittany's father asked, his eyebrow raised questioningly.

"We can show you the cellar door but for now the part about the treasure is just rumor based on some of the information we've found. The legend of the treasure is the one thing that's stopping us from going to a publisher just after the start of the new year. We're planning on doing more research on that and possibly even exploring the tunnels ourselves to see what we might find."

The three family members looked at each and then nodded. "In that case, go for it," her father said, speaking for the group. At that moment, the wind seemed to sigh as it whistled across the cliffs. A short time later, the family left for their hotel rooms, leaving Jerry and Brittany alone in the house once again.

"That went better than I expected," he said as he banked the fire for the night.

"Yeah, it did," she replied as she picked up the remnants of the holiday wrapping paper and tossed them in the fire.

"Hey!! Watch what your doin'. You keep adding more stuff and I'm never gonna get this fire settled."

"I guess it's gonna be a long night then," she teased as she pointed at the two bags of crumbled wrapping paper sitting on the floor next to the fireplace.

"No way! I'm gonna go to bed. I'm exhausted," he said as he closed the fireplace screen and grate. When he turned, she was standing next to him and it seemed only natural to lean over to kiss her on the cheek.

When they talked about it much later, she could never explain why she'd turned her head at that moment. Their lips met for the first time and their arms instinctively wrapped around the other. How long they stood like that neither knew and when they separated they seemed to be frozen in place, looking at each other, unsure what to say or do.

It wasn't until Brittany whispered, "Good night," and almost ran from the room that the moment finally passed.

That night as Jerry lay in bed, he kept replaying the kiss he'd shared with her over and over in his head. Finally, he gave up trying to sleep. Instead, he tiptoed back downstairs and sat by the glowing embers, making plans to explore the tunnels below the house. When he was finished he went back to his room and stretched out on his bed. At some point, he fell asleep and began to dream ... but it was unlike any dream he'd ever had before.

He knew he was still in bed but the room had disappeared, to be replaced by layers of mist and fog that swirled and flowed around him. A woman slowly stepped through the fog. She was tall with sandy-blonde hair and golden skin. She didn't say a word as she drew closer. Slowly, she slipped the robe of the peignoir she was wearing off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"Brit?" he whispered but in his dream it sounded like the roll of thunder.

"Shhhhh, I've been waiting for you for a long time," the mystery woman replied as she stood beside his bed. She lifted the gown of her peignoir seductively revealing her body inch by inch. It was as if an inner light shown from it highlighting every inch while her face continued to be hidden in shadow.

"34D-26-34," she whispered as she pulled back the covers of his bed and slid in next to him.

"Huh?"

"My measurements, silly. That seems to be one of the first things a man wants to know about a woman so I decided to tell you right away."

"Oh," he replied as he felt the warmth of her body against his.

"Do you like?" she asked in a deep, sultry tone as she took his hand and pressed it against an exposed breast.

"Yes," he sighed as he caressed the firm, spongy orb.

"How about this?" she asked again as she shifted in bed bringing her breasts to his mouth.

He hesitated as she lowered the large, firm globe towards his mouth.

"Go ahead, suck it," she purred as her hand slid behind his head helping to lift it.

He lifted his head to the offered globe, lightly kissing the soft, warm flesh.

"Mmmmmmmmm. That feels so good. Now, squeeze it. Play with my tit."

His hand wrapped around her tit and squeezed just as she'd told him. He was amazed at how soft, yet firm it was.

"Arrrgghhhhh. Yesssss. Harder. I'm not gonna break," she teased.

His hand tightened around the orb, caressing and fondling it as purring sounds slid from between her lips.

"Yessssss, ohhhhhh, yesss. So good. So long. Mmmmmm. Now, take a nipple in your mouth and suck on it," she instructed.

His lips instantly latched onto her exposed nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she sighed. "Just like that. Ohmigod how I've missed this. Suck it harder, lover. Nibble on it. Tease it with your tongue. "Yessssssssss."

He could feel goose bumps forming around her areola as her nipple hardened.

"Now, the other side. Suck on my other nipple," she said, almost as if pleading.

He released her nipple, shifting to the other side and drew the tender flesh into his mouth. He could feel her body trembling as he sucked harder.

"So you like sucking on my tits," she murmured.

"Yesssssss."

"And how about this? Do you like this?" she asked as her hand wrapped around his hardening shaft.

"Yesss."

"Then I'm sure you're gonna like this," she whispered in his ear as she pulled away. Her head quickly disappeared beneath the covers.

Within seconds, he felt the warmth of her breath against the sensitive nerves of his cock sending a rush of excitement to his groin. He felt his shaft grow longer, harder, and thicker in her hand.

"I've never understood why I get so turned on just by the smell," he heard her sigh accompanied by the sound of her taking a long, slow, deep breath. "Mmmmmmmmmmm. I need this."

Unable to see what the mysterious woman was doing, his senses were heightened by the sound of her voice and the gentle touch of her hand. He felt her shift in the bed and then the warm, wetness of her tongue as it lightly touched the base of his shaft.

"Arrrggghh," he groaned, his hips instinctively lifting from the mattress. He heard her giggle as she opened her hand slightly to allow her tongue to trace up and down his shaft.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, louder.

"Tsk, tsk. Such language," she teased as the tip of her tongue zeroed in on the nerves located just under the head of his cock.

"Never felt ...," he croaked.

At the same time, her tongue tickle and jabbed at the sensitive area under the rim of his cock, sending thrill after thrill throughout his body.

His hands slowly slid down his body and entwined in her hair, holding her in place.

"Now, now," she said as she pulled his hands away. "All in good time."

He pulled his hands from beneath the blankets and placed them under his head.

"Much better," she murmured as she lifted her head, stuck her tongue out, and slowly dipped it into the slit at the top of his crown.

"Arrrrggghhhhhhh."

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed as she licked the pre-cum from the slit. "Yummy."

Lost in the sensations she was already providing, it felt like a bolt of lightning when she gently ran her fingernails over his scrotum. The nerves in his groin suddenly felt as if they were on fire as she slowly licked and kissed down the length of his cock.

"Mmmmmmmm, I love your balls," she whispered as she gently took one in her mouth, flicking and twirling her tongue over the walnut sized nut as her other hand continued to slide up and down his shaft.

A primal groan rumbled in his chest as he looked down at the top of her head.

"So firm. Mmmmmm. You're just lucky I can't pop them out or I'd eat them," she giggled.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck," he moaned over and over as he fought to keep from losing control and cumming too soon.

"Can't forget this one," she chided as she released his nut with a 'pop' and gently took the other between her lips.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh," he hissed.

After a few moments she released him again but instead of heading up his cock she dropped lower, the tip of her tongue teasing the area between his scrotum and his anus.

He grabbed the pillow beneath his head and squeezed it as his body shook. "Ohhhhhhh. Unreal. So fucking hot. I never knew ..."

"Don't worry about it. The best is yet to come," she whispered, seductively, as she moved up his body and her tongue licked the underside of his shaft.

He looked down and for the first time could see part of her face. The tip of his cock was nestled between her pursed lips. Slowly, she lowered her mouth, forcing his cock to spread her lips and slip inside.

Her mouth was warm and wet and he could feel her tongue darting along its length. Then, suddenly, he felt the sharp edges of her teeth glide along the sensitive skin of his cock. His back instinctively arched thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth.

"Aaachhhh," she gagged as she tightened her hand around his cock and pulled away until it was again nestled between her lips while a tear ran down her cheek.

He froze in place, his body quivering but whether from excitement or the fear that he'd just destroyed things between them he wasn't sure.

"Slow down, sweetie. We have all the time in the world," she muttered as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft and her tongue returned to playing with the slit on the top of the mushroom-shaped head.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the pleasure she was giving him flowed over his body. Then he felt her mouth lower on him again. Her tempo increased ever so slowly. At times, her hand and mouth moved up and down together yet at other times he felt her change and her hand move up his shaft as her mouth lowered. All too quickly, he felt that familiar sensation begin deep in his groin. "Gonna cum," he wheezed. "Gonna cum soon."

Instantly, she released his cock. "Not yet, baby," she purred as she shifted in bed and placed a leg on either side of his head. "First, you gotta do me."

Though he'd seen his share of pictures in porn magazines, the sight before him was unlike anything he'd imagined. The outer lips of her pussy were red and swollen while the inner lips were a deep shade of pink and her clitoral hood was pulled back to reveal her swollen, erect clit. Above that he could see a few strands of sandy-blonde hair. The entire area was coated with a thin layer of her juices and the musky aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils, triggering his desire for her.

He lifted his head hesitantly and kissed the full, soft flesh of her outer lips; the sweet, tangy taste of her juices causing his cock to jerk and tremor.

"Looks like somebody likes that," she purred as she kissed the tip of his cock.

A flood of images from the porn magazines he'd looked at again filled his head as he kissed her nether lips. "Never thought it would be like this," he thought to himself as he gently reached up and parted her outer lips revealing the flowery pedals of her inner lips. His tongue slowly slid out from between his own lips and lightly licked the tender flesh.

"Owwwwwwww. I like that."

Encouraged by her comment, he lifted his head higher and ran his flattened tongue across her outer lips before probing between them and lapping at her inner lips like a dog drinking from a bowl.

Her back instantly arched and she pressed her pussy down against his mouth as he continued to lap at her lust-crazed flesh. "Ohmigod ... ohmigod ... ohmigod. Gonna make ME cum," she wheezed. Then, as if it had become a battle to see who could make the other cum first, she dropped her head back to his cock head and sucked hard, her cheeks caving in as she bobbed up and down his shaft.

"Not yet ... not yet," he thought to himself as he rolled his tongue and slid it into her pussy; probing, teasing, and exploring the wondrous cavern. At the same time, he let the thumb of his right hand glide down along her inner lips until it bumped against her clit. He felt her body shiver as she began to grind and rotate herself against his mouth, tongue, and thumb.

"Owwwwwww ... so goood ... got me soooooo horny ... can't wait ... need more," she whimpered as she suddenly pulled away and spun around so she was again facing him. Her lips were plastered against his and her breasts flattened against his chest as she lifted her leg and straddled his waist. Deftly, she took his cock in her hand and held it in place as she put the head between the lips of her slit.

"Ohmigod," he groaned.

"Mmmmmmm, just what I need," she purred as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. "Missed this so much."

His mind swirled as his body reacted to the feel of the woman's pussy sliding down his cock. "What does she mean by 'Missed this'? I've never made love to her before ... hell, I've never made love to anyone before?" he asked himself.

"Ohhhh," the woman moaned just as he felt the tip of his cock press against the back of her warm, slick tunnel. "So long and thick. Your cock is stretching me sooooo good," she sighed.

Instinctively, he reached up to grab her hips but instead, she grabbed his hands in hers and held them on the bed above his head. "Not this time, darling," she murmured into his ear as she pressed her breasts against his bare chest and slowly lifted her hips from his lap.

It felt as if his cock was trapped in a velvety vise as she lifted off of him until just the tip of his cock remained wedged between the lips of her pussy. Then in one long, torturous move, she slid back down the length of his shaft until he was buried deep inside her and the lips of her pussy were wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Arrrggghhh," he groaned.

"I like the sound of that," she teased as she lifted and lowered herself on him, again and again.

He began to lift his hips in return, driving his cock into her each time she lowered herself.

"Ohhhhh ... yessssss, darling. Fill me with your cock. I've been waiting for so long."

Ever so slowly, their tempo began to increase. His cock pulled out almost to the tip, then slammed back in, hitting bottom, before withdrawing again. All the while, the muscles of her pussy squeezed and tightened around his shaft as she rose off of him, only to relax as she drove herself back down.

Her tits swayed in front of his face and it seemed only natural when he lifted his head and captured one of her distended nipples between his lips. Greedily, he sucked on it as their bodies rocked back and forth, plunging his cock into her depths.

"Yessssssssss," she hissed. "Love me," she sighed as she suddenly pulled her nipple from his mouth and stretched out on him, her tits crushed onto his chest, her mouth finding his, desperately sucking on his lips and tongue.

It was as if the world around him exploded. The mist-filled room was gone and he was standing outside, staring at a woman as she looked out over the ocean. She was in an ivory-colored dress from the 1800's that hung to the ground. The lower part was full and rounded from the hoops that were concealed within while the top was made of silk and seemed to shimmer in the sunlight drawing attention to the full rounded shape of her oh so properly concealed breasts. It had a high lacy neckline that caressed the delicate golden skin under her chin and was accentuated by a beautiful cameo broach made of onyx and ivory.

"Where have I seen that before?" he asked himself though it seemed as if the question was coming from thousands of miles away.

Her blonde hair was blowing in the wind and her hat was in her hand. Slowly, she turned and walked toward him. He was captivated by her brilliant deep-blue eyes as she leaned over and gently kissed him on the cheek, whispering, "Love me."

Instantly, he found himself back in the swirling mists of his dream. The mystery woman above him had released his hands and he now held one of her breasts in each, not so gently squeezing the distended nipples.

"Yessssss ... do it, darling. Pound me with your cock. Drive it into me. Fill me. Ohhhhhh, so good. So good."

He pulled her body tightly against his, his mouth devouring her ear lobe, sucking on it, as his tongue slipped into her ear. His breath was becoming rapid and shallow as he arched his back, pushing as much of his cock into her wanton core as he could.

Finally, they were there. The muscles of her pussy locked around his shaft like a vice and his cock felt like it was at least double the size it had ever been before. He could feel the rolling sensation building in his groin and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He gasped, "Gonna cum."

"I know, darling. I can feel it. Just hold on for a moment longer. I want us to cum together ... just a minute ... only one morrrrrre ..." she groaned.

He held back until he knew he couldn't. "Cummmmming ... arrrrrgh," he growled as his cock seemed to grow even larger inside his mystery lover's pussy. He felt the first shot of cum explode into her, splattering against the walls.

At that moment, she pushed her weight up onto her hands, arched her back, driving herself down around his distended member. "Arghhhhhhhhh!! Cum with me, lover!! Fill my pussy with your cum. Ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssssss," she screamed.

Again and again his cock exploded, shooting its sticky liquid deep into the woman's body, and again and again her pussy shuddered as she rocketed off on her own orgasmic voyage.

The woman, still quivering, continued slowly rising and falling on his cock, trying to milk it for all it was worth. As her orgasm finally began to fade, she again rested her body against his. She kissed him deeply, their arms wrapped around one another, holding each other as closely as possible, enjoying the afterglow. His cock slowly slid from her drenched womanhood as they lay there together.

"Are you alright, my love?" she asked, a touch of concern in her voice.

He smiled up at her and lightly kissed her lips. "I don' know. I guess the best way to explain is to say that if I'm asleep and this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up and if I'm awake, I don't ever want to sleep alone again."

Her smile was the last thing he saw as the swirling mist engulfed them.

When he awoke the next morning, he was alone, the place next to him empty except but for the faint aroma of rose pedals. He felt both excited and exhausted at the same time. "Man oh man!! What a dream or was it a dream in a dream? It seemed so real," he thought to himself, the question growing when he slid from his bed and saw the large wet spot on his sheets.

Getting out of bed, he quickly stripped his bed and then took a shower before slipping downstairs to throw the sheets into the washing machine. Afterwards, he headed into the kitchen where he found Brittany sitting at the kitchen table, a scrap of old, yellowed paper in her hand and an ashen look on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she responded, startled, as she slipped the piece of paper into her pocket. "I didn't sleep well last night."

He wanted to ask her why she hadn't slept well and about the piece of paper but instead asked, "So what's the plans for the day?"

"My mom and dad already called and thanked us for a wonderful evening. They said they'd call again when they got back home. Your sister called a little after that and said she was heading home too. Something about bad memories. So I guess it's back to our normal routine which means I'll start the laundry while you get the computers and manuscript out.

"I ... ahhhhh ... already have a load of laundry in the wash machine," he stuttered, his face turning a deep shade of red.

"Oh?" she replied, a slightly confused look on her face.

Neither said any more as they made a breakfast of eggs, pancakes, and bacon, with a large pot of tea to wash it down.
The day seemed to fly by as they worked on the errors their family had pointed out in the manuscript. Then they had a light dinner and headed off to their bedrooms.

That night, Jerry lay stretched out on his bed, images of his dream slowly replaying in his head. The wind outside had died down to a gentle breeze so the house was completely quiet ... or was it? He sat up in bed and listened. There it was again. A low moan seemed to be coming from the heating grate.

Silently, he got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. When he opened his bedroom door, he heard the moans more clearly. He followed them until he was standing outside of Brittany's room. "Brit? Are you okay?" he whispered, softly. The only reply was another deep moan. Slowly, he opened her door and looked inside.

She was laying on her bed, her covers pushed off revealing her nude body. Her hair was spread out like a halo across the pillow and her breasts were pointing straight up at the ceiling. Each breast was capped with a slightly darker areola and a nipple that was almost the size of an eraser. Her legs were open, and he could see she had a patch of sandy-blonde hair above the slit trimmed in the shape of an arrow as if pointing the way to her womanly treasure.

"So she is a natural blonde," he thought to himself before returning his attention to what she was doing.

With a touch as light as a feather, she traced circles around her breasts, moving closer and closer to her nipples before moving away and starting over. She teased them until goose bumps appeared around the areola and her body trembled in excitement. When she finally took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers she twisted and pinched them. Low, primal groans escaped from between her pursed lips. Then, he watched in amazement as she grasped her nipples tightly and pulled them away from her chest only to release them to snap back against the full, roundness of her globes. "Arrrgghhhhhh. Missed this," she groaned. Over and over she teased and tortured her nipples until they were a deep red and swollen to twice their original size.

"Please," she seemed to plead in her sleep. "I need you to touch me so bad. I need to feel your hands on me. Loving me. Touching me. Making me yours."

He looked up at her face wondering if maybe she was awake, only to see that her eyes were still shut as her hands slid lower, over her flat stomach and through the tuft of blonde hair above her slit before settling between her spread legs.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as she spread her legs wider, revealing the red, lust-swollen lips of her pussy. Delicately, she began tracing the outline of her slit, her fingers gliding over the engorged lips. She ran her thumb up and down her inner lips, before crossing over the hypersensitive nerve bud at the top. When she replaced her thumb with her index finger, her hips began thrusting ever so slightly. "So good," she sighed, her breathing becoming irregular as her finger lingered on her clit, lightly tickling it.

"Yes, darling," she gasped. "Rub my pussy. Finger my clit. Ohhhh, just like that. It's been so long." Her moans slowly increased as did the pace of her finger. Her body was covered in tiny beads of sweat making it shimmer in the moonlight that filtered in through her window.

Instinctively, her legs opened even further. He could see the opening of her hole, covered with moisture. Ever so gently she parted her pussy lips. It looked like an exotic flower coming into bloom, its pedals being peeled open. Her clit was hard, just like a miniature cock, and stuck out from its sheath.

"Now, lover, now," she moaned as she slid two fingers between her swollen lips and into her love canal. Her back arched as she closed her legs around her hand locking it in place.

"Do me! Do me hard," she groaned as she wiggled her ass against the mattress, all the time rubbing her thumb across her clit. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, so good," she rasped, her breath becoming shorter and shorter, almost like a runner panting after a race.

He watched the growing passion in her face, as her orgasm approached. Her hips bounced up and down on the mattress, driving her fingers in deeper. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes. Ohmigod ... ohmigod ... ohmigod ... Pound me with your cock. Bury it deep in me. FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!!" she screamed as her body went rigid.

Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over her. The aroma of her fluids filled the room along with a squishy sound that came from the junction between her legs where her fingers continued to slide in and out. Her pace slowed slightly until, with one final shudder, she collapsed onto the bed.

Silently, he closed the door and walked back to his room. He quickly got undressed and slipped under his covers. Laying there, he looked up at the ceiling, the images of what he'd just seen and the dream from the night before slowly melding into one.

(... to be continued.)

Just a note to my readers: Before any ones starts commenting that I placed this story in the wrong category please remember it is Incest / TABOO not solely Incest.
This Old House Ch. 02
So were they dreams or something else? The story continues.
(Special thanks to 'larryinseattle' for his continued editing skills and to my personal 'Irish lass' for her help developing this story.)

When Jerry woke the following morning, he lay in his bed with his eyes closed. Images of Brittany laying in her bed, completely nude, teasing her nipples and pussy were replaying in his head over and over again.

His fingers instinctively wrapped around his cock and began to slide up and down its length. The thought of her sandy-blonde hair, her piercing deep-blue eyes, her massive breasts, and her moist pussy made his cock grow in his hand. He could still smell the musky aroma of her excitement mixed with the delicate fragrance of roses and hear the squishy, wet sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.

Then, suddenly, an image of his father's face filled his mind's eye and he remembered that when they'd first met, Brittany had been his father's girlfriend and lover. The thought was like a bucket of ice water being poured over him and his cock shriveled in his hand.

"Shit," he muttered as he dragged himself out of bed and, after taking a shower, went downstairs. He found Brit sitting at the kitchen table, staring down at a cup of coffee between her hands.

"Coffee? I thought only my dad drank that stuff."

"I didn't sleep real well again last night," she mumbled.

"Ahhh," he replied, not even considering telling her what he'd seen her doing.

After a quick breakfast, they worked on researching and rewriting the sections of their upcoming book that their family members had pointed out needed changes. Sullen, she barely said a word and as night drew closer, she became even more withdrawn. When the two of them went to bed, they were acting more like strangers than friends.

That night nothing happened, nor the next, or even the next. New Year's Eve came and the two of them spent it together laughing and joking as they had in the past. At midnight they gave each other a hug and small kiss before going to their individual rooms.

"A new year. A new start," he thought to himself as he undressed and slipped under his covers. For weeks he'd been fighting the urge to search the tunnels beneath the house but tonight the thought overwhelmed him as he drifted off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes, the sun was shining and a gentle warm breeze was rustling the curtains through the open windows. "What the fuck?" he thought as he looked around the room. He realized he must be dreaming again but everything seemed so real.

It was his mom and dad's bedroom but then again it wasn't. All of their stuff was gone, replaced by antiques and old paintings. And when he sat at the side of the bed, his head ached as if he had a hangover.

"Morning, sweetheart," a soft, gentle voice said from behind him.

His head spun around so fast he thought it was going to keep going twist right off his neck, only to come to a sudden stop when he saw his reflection. The face staring back at him was his but much older. "What the ...?" he began to ask.

"Now, now, dear. I know you've been gone for awhile but you know how I feel about such language."

His eyes quickly shifted to look at the reflection of the bed he'd just left.

A more mature version of Brittany was laying in the bed. Her hair was longer, with just a touch of gray, and there were small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"Sorry. I ..."

"I understand. After the hit you took on your head last night I'm surprised you're even able to get up."

Gently, he reached up and found a large lump on the back of his head.

"It's lucky Nathan was there to help you get away. The law almost had you this time."

"Nathan? The law?" he mumbled.

"And here I was waiting to give you a nice 'seaman's welcome' when you got home," she continued as if she hadn't heard the questions.

"A seaman's welcome?" he asked, this time hoping he knew what she was talking about from the sultry tone of her voice.

She slid, seductively, from beneath the covers. She was wearing a deep red corset with black lace edging and ties up the front with a pair of matching set of pantalets. "But then again, maybe you don't want anything to do with an old lady like me," she said with an impish twinkle in her deep-water blue eyes. "With your choice of all those exotic women you've seen when you were off on your voyages, what have I got to offer?" she finished, placing her hands on her hips.

He moved next to her, placing a finger under her chin and lifted her head so she was looking up into his eyes. "I think you have far more to offer than you think," he said as his eyes drifted lower to the sight of her breasts straining to be released.

She smiled back, "You have to say that. After all, I'm your wife," she replied, as she began to turn away.

He reached out and lightly grabbed her, pulling her back towards him as his arms encircled her.

She moaned with pleasure as she felt her breasts being flattened against his chest and before she knew it, his lips descended on hers. She could smell and taste the ocean salt as his tongue slid into her mouth, thrusting and twisting in a battle as old as time.

The love, passion, and desire that had built up in her swept over them as her fingernails left red streaks across his back. Time seemed to stand still and the world around them seemed to disappear as they kissed, leaving just the two of them trembling in each other's arms.

When their lips finally parted, he stepped back revealing the smoky desire that was in his deep brown eyes.

She didn't say a word. Instead, she reached up and slowly unlaced the top bow of her corset followed by the next and the next until the last one came undone and her massive tits, now released from their confines spilled out in front of her.

The two different sides of Jerry, the young current version and the older mature version, battled with each other as he stared at her.

"He's here," the older version whispered.

"Where?" the woman said as she instinctively covered her breasts.

"Here," he said as he touched his head, "and here," he continued as his hand swept across the room.

"You mean the young man from your dreams?"

The Captain nodded his head.

"You know he's part of us, part of our future?" she inquired.

Again the Captain nodded.

"In that case ...," she said in a low, sultry voice as she lowered her arms revealing her almost nude body.

The younger version simply stared at the woman before him while the older version took in the vision of the most beautiful woman in his life. Her hair, once sandy-blonde, was still long and curled but a touch of gray was showing at the scalp, and her golden-brown skin looked like a finely tanned leather from the long hours she spent outside. Her breasts were still firm and shaped like teardrops yet time and three children had added to their size. Her waist was narrow with just the slightest hint of a 'baby-bump' and flared out into perfectly rounded hips that were covered by her pantalets. The surprise for the younger Jerry was that the pantalets were crotchless revealing just a hint of the sandy-blonde hair concealed within.

"I hope he enjoys what's going to happen," she finished, an English lilt in her voice, as she moved closer to the man who was her husband. When he was within reach, she took his hands and placed them under her tits, giving him a warm, inviting smile.

"Beautiful," he sighed as his hands kneaded her flesh like fresh bread dough.

"Mmmmmmmm. I always like it when you do this," she purred.

"And what about when I do this?" he asked as he took her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers gently rolling and squeezing them until they hardened.

"Owwwwwww. Yesssss," she sighed.

Releasing her tits, he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips again, then her chin, and then her neck before moving down to the valley between her breasts. He licked the salty beads of sweat from between her globes, spurred on by her moans and her fingers entwined in his hair.

"Ohhhh ..." she moaned, as she shrugged her shoulders, letting the corset slide to the floor. "Yes, darling, suck my tits. It's been so long."

He kissed and nibbled on a fleshy orb, leaving a path of small 'love-bites' over the sensitive skin as he moved closer to the tip. The instant he arrived at the firm nipple, he took it into his mouth, letting his tongue tease the nerve-filled nub.

Instinctively, her back arched forcing more of her tit into his mouth. "Ohmigod, that feels soooooo good ... don't ever stop," she sighed with delight as he continued to play with her nipple.

In response to her plea, he began to play with her other breast letting his fingers explore and fondle the sensitive globe before teasing her nipple once again. He'd always been amazed at how hard her nipples got when she was aroused and, after all their years together, he knew how turned on she got when he played with them as he was now.

"Harder," she sighed, as she pushed her breast against his mouth while placing her hand over his on the other side and crushing it against the sensitive flesh.

His lips tightened around her nipple, sucking on it until he knew that he'd 'marked' her before moving to the other side. Repeatedly he moved between the two, leaving a trail of small reddened marks across her skin while his hands squeezed and fondled her breasts.

He could hear and feel her breath becoming more irregular as he continued to please and tease her. Then, his hand slowly left her nipple, caressing the side of her fleshy globe before moving lower, his hand gliding over her waist to her rounded hip. When he felt the hem of her pantalets, he pulled away ever so slightly to let his hand run over the silky material until it slid into the open-front. The heady aroma of her excitement quickly filled his nostrils as he slipped a finger across the lips of her womanly treasure. "You're so wet," he sighed as he released her nipple from between his lips.

"Wet and hot," she groaned as her hand slid down to cover his, pressing it against her warm, spongy nether lips. "Do it," she whispered into his ear as she guided one of his fingers between the lips of her pussy.

His finger easily entered the lust-inflamed canal.

"More ... more," she crooned as his finger rubbed against the hypersensitive spot along the top of her pussy canal. "Ohmigod ... ohmigod ... so good," she muttered as his finger slid in and out.

His own desire grew with each passing moment, evident by his hard cock pressing against the front of his pants. In and out, in and out, his fingers began to move quicker in her wet tunnel. Then, in one swift move he added a second finger.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," she hissed as her teeth gently bit his shoulder to avoid screaming.

He found the nub of her clitoris and pressed against it, flattening it between his thumb and the fingers inside of her. If he hadn't had been holding her, she knew she would have collapsed onto the floor as her body shook and quivered.

"Ohmigod, that feel so good. That's it ... just like that. Slide your fingers in and out. Owwwwwwww ... yesssssssss. So gooooddddddd," she said as her body trembled in his arms.

"Oh god ... oh god ... I can't believe this. Ohhhhhhh ... I can feel ... owwwwwww ... I'm cumming!! You're making me cum already!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Look at me! Look at what you're doing to me. Pump your fingers in me. Almost there ... almost. Arrrgghhhhh ... I'm cumming on your hand just like some dock-side trollop!!" she groaned. And she was. His hand was drenched to the wrist from the juices flowing from her pussy.

He wrapped her in his arms, his finger still gliding in and out her, as she tumbled through her orgasm. Yet, through it all, she somehow managed to wrap her hand around his cock and begin to move it up and down the length.

"I'll warn you now that if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum too," he wheezed as he tried to hold back the rumbling in his own groin.

"Not today, darling," she whispered as she reluctantly pushed his fingers out of her soaking cleft and dropped to her knees in front of him. She quickly untied the string holding his underpants and let it fall to the floor. "Mmmmmmm, just like I remember," she sighed, seductively, as she leaned forward and lightly licked the head of his cock. It was like someone had attached him to a lightning rod just as a massive lightning bolt hit.

His hands dropped to her shoulders to support himself as she licked and tickled the nerves under his cock head with the tip of her tongue. Then, she leaned closer to kiss the head with her full, lush lips and gently push it into her mouth until she engulfed the glistening head. Her lips moved down the shaft as her tongue caressed the underside of it. Slowly, her mouth descended on his meaty pole, not stopping until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag. Then she paused, clenching the muscles of her throat around the sensitive head before slipping away. Again and again, her mouth descended down his shaft until the tip hit the entrance to her throat, then back to the tip, then down again, a little faster each time. His body shook from the sensations coursing through him until she suddenly withdrew the entire length and lightly bit the tip.

That was all it took.

His body stiffened, his ball sack tightened and his cum erupted from the tip as if from a volcano. Four, five, six times his cock pulsed, sending his cum into her mouth, over her face, and dripping down onto her tits.

Still on her knees, she engulfed his shaft again, milking his now painfully sensitive cock of the last drop of cum. When she finally released it, she sat back and, using a finger, wiped away the remnants that were covering her face and tits before she licked her finger clean.

"Mmmm ...", she moaned, "I'd forgotten how good that tastes."

No longer having her to use as support, he fell backwards on the bed, his knees hanging over the edge, his partially flaccid cock laying on his thigh.

She rose from the floor and stood over him. "Need some time to recover?" she asked, sensuously.

"Not with a lusty wench like you around," he snarled playfully as he jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around her. Her tits flattened against his chest as she leaned her head on his shoulder. All playfulness evaporated, replaced by the tenderness of two lovers.

"It's been so long," she whispered, afraid of breaking the moment by mentioning how often and how long he was gone on his sea voyages.

He gently stroked her hair and knew what she'd been about to say, his decision already made. "I've been thinking about that, a lot! I've made more than enough money from my voyages and 'other enterprises' to keep us and several generations living comfortably so I've decided to quit. Besides..." He stopped and lightly touched the back of his head. "It's getting more and more dangerous all the time."

Her mouth was on his in a flash. Their bodies pressed against each other as if trying to become one. Their hands moved up and down each other's body as if searching for something. They only stopped for the briefest of moments as she pushed the flame-red pantalets over her hips, letting them fall to the floor.

To his surprise, he saw she was clean shaven, with just a small arrow-shaped patch of hair above her slit pointing the way to paradise. "What ...?" he asked as he stared.

"I thought maybe you'd need some help finding your way home," she said, lasciviously.

The sight made his cock swell and stand out directly from his body like a sword looking for a sheath to enter. But he didn't want to rush things. Instead, he swept her up in his arms as she squealed with girlish delight, before lightly placing her on the bed.


He laid down next to her and took a long, slow look from the top of her head down to her toes. Her body trembled as his hard calloused fingers began to lightly touch and caress her.

"I love you," she whispered as her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach and down to his groin.

"And I love you," he said in return.

The touch of her fingers on his cock was almost painful after what she'd just done to him. He could feel the shaft pulsing, getting harder and thicker again. Her touch felt like cool silk, while at the same time fanning the fire deep within him. He'd never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her at that moment. Gently, he pushed her onto her back as he lay on top of her. They never broke their gaze as his hand moved down her body, feeling the desire within her growing. His hand slid over her tits, to her stomach, around her hips, and finally to the junction between her legs. He barely touched her pubic hair, brushing it, and teasing it as his fingers felt the heat from her pussy.

"Please don't tease me. It's been far too long. Do what you whatever you want, but don't make me wait any longer," she pleaded with him.

When he leaned over, he gave her a gentle loving kiss which became more passionate as he palmed her mound and his fingers massaged her slit. He could feel the moisture from her earlier orgasm on her pussy and inner thighs. He teased her aroused flesh by moving his fingers in small circular patterns until she began to raise her hips, wordlessly begging him to finger her pussy again. He slowly slipped the tip of one finger into her, allowing it to be coated with her juices before withdrawing it. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Yesssss ... noooooo ... Ohhhhhhh. Need you," she hissed as she grabbed his hand and pressed it back against the opening of her pussy, trying to trap it against her womanhood, ... but he had other plans. Pulling away slightly, he teased her clit, starting slowly, rubbing in small circles over it.

A low, primal groan rumbled in her chest. "Ohhhhhhh ... yessss ... that's it my love."

Her hips were rotating on the bed matching his movement when he suddenly slid not one but two fingers between her pouty nether lips and into her pussy. Her back arched instantly as she drove herself onto his fingers, taking them to the very core of her womanhood.

Ever so slowly, he began to move his fingers in and out, after hooking them slightly so they rubbed across the soft fleshy tissue along the top of her canal. He knew he'd hit the right spot because after only a few thrusts she was writhing on the bed, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Yessssss ... yessssss ... Make me cum again," she groaned.

"Not yet darling," he replied, using the same words she'd said to him only a short time earlier as he slid down her body. He kissed the tender skin under her ears before moving lower to her breasts and nipples, sucking on the distended nubs for only the briefest of moments before continuing down to her stomach and the junction between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a whisper.

Her pussy was now directly in front of him. The lips were ruby red and glistened from the moisture that coated them just like a piece of succulent fruit. "Eating," he replied in a mumbled voice as his head descended and he plunged his tongue deep inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed as she felt his tongue enter her. "Sooooo wicked ... This is so perverse," she moaned as she made a weak attempt to push him away. "Do you have any idea what the parson would say if he heard of you doing this? ... This is sooooo ... aggghhhhhh ... evil. Do you know how sinful this is? ... My husband doing such lustful things to me ... Owwwwww," she moaned as if to reproach him.

The feel of her feeble attempts to push him away and the passionate tone of her voice only triggered his desire as he flattened his tongue and licked up and down her slit like a dog drinking from a bowl.
"Ahhhhh ... ahhhhhh ... ohmigod ... ohmigod ... sooooooo ... mmmmmmm," she groaned as she stopped trying to push him away and wrapped her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. "Ohhhhhhhh ... so good. Don't stop ... please don't stop. I ... I don't care want anyone might think about this," she hissed. "It feels so good. Kiss me ... lick me ... owwwwww ... yessssss ... lick my private place!!"

"Lick where?" he asked, pulling his head from between her legs.

She knew what he wanted to hear and knew that she wanted to say it. "Keep licking my vag ..." She paused. "My pussy ... yes ... yes ... oh god ... yes ... lick me ... suck on my clit ... lick it with your tongue ... yessss ... lick me, darling ... lick me," she muttered over and over again as she clamped her legs behind his back holding him in place.

"You taste so good," he gasped as he looked up at her through the cleavage of her breasts. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you ... how many times I've thought of doing this to you while I was away ... to taste you ... to lick you... to finger you ... and slide deep inside you ... to feel your juices gushing out of your pussy onto my fingers ... into my mouth ... and then to feel my hard cock plunging into you," he groaned.

"Ohhhhhh ... yesssss ... yes ... yes ... that's it ... suck my pussy, darling ... bite my clit ... arrgghhhh ... suck my clit into your mouth. Treat me like one of the whores you meet on your travels."

The idea of telling her that he hadn't been with anyone but her since they'd gotten married drifted through his mind, only to be replaced by the feeling of her heels digging into his arms as she pulled him closer.

"Eat my pussy. Make your slutty wife cum all over your face," she groaned, all signs of his 'good' wife now replaced by the wanton woman before him. "Yes ... yes ... lick my clit ... ohmigod ... it feels so good ... don't stop whatever you do ... please don't stop ... so close ... so very close ... ohmigod ... what am I doing? I feel like such a who ... yessssssssss ... just like that ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum, darling ... Ohhhhhhh ... now ... I'm cumming ... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ... I'M CUMMMMMMMING ... SUCK ME ... EAT ME ... BITE MY CLIT ... AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed as her third orgasm overwhelmed her.


The sound of her voice screaming in desire made his cock throb and lurch between his legs but he knew that his time would come soon enough. He continued to lick her pussy lips gently while using his fingers to hold them open. Her juices soon covering his hands and face, before dripping off his chin and onto the bed sheet beneath them.

He had no idea how long her body trembled and quivered as she was carried off into the wondrous world of her orgasm but it wasn't until her body finally relaxed that he pulled away, gently removing his fingers from between her legs. He was about to lick the last of her juices from them when he felt her hand wrap around his wrist pulling it upwards.

"My turn," she sighed as she slowly licked and sucked her own juices from his fingers. "Mmmmmmm ... never imagined I tasted so good," she moaned as her tongue darted and probed between his fingers to get every drop. It was only after she'd finished that she looked at him, her eyes ablaze, and asked, "Did you ever suspect your wife could be such a nasty little slut?" as she raised an eye brow.

He almost lost control and came, but somehow managed to hold back. Instead, he moved up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her shoulders, her neck, and her jaw before finally arriving at her lips. The head of his cock now nestled between her junction of her legs.

She ran her fingers through his hair, wordlessly encouraging him as they kissed. At the same time, she reached between them and took his cock in her hand. Gently, she rubbed the head along the entrance to her 'holy-of-holies' coating it with her juices. "Take me," she whispered in his ear when they broke apart.


"Music to my ears," he replied as he pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of her velvety cave. Looking deep into her eyes, he slowly pushed forward, parting her nether lips, slowly entering her. Inch by inch, he slid into her. The warm, velvety caress of her pussy pulled him deeper and with one quick thrust, he buried his cock into her until he felt the head press up against the back of her tunnel.

"Shhhhhhhh," she hissed as her fingernails clawed into his back. "Sooooo deep."

"You're so tight," he grunted as he moved in and out. "I may not last long."


"I don't care. Do it. I want to feel your hot cum fill me," she sighed with pleasure.

Hearing his normally reserved wife talk in such a manner sent a lusty shiver up and down his spine. He began to plunge into her as hard and as fast as he could, as if he was trying to drive her through the bed itself. He was going at it with such force, her ass was bouncing off the bed, and their hips made a loud slapping sound when skin crashed against skin.

"Oh ... uhhhh ... ohhhhh ... uhhhhh ... yesssss ...harder, deeper ... I'm almost there. Ohhhhhhhhh yes ... yes ... yes ... don't stop ... take me ... owwwwww ... need this ... want you to love me ... want to feel you cum deep inside of me ... ohhhhhhh ... I love you soooooo much ... Do me. Take me like the slutty whore that I am with you ... just like that ... ohmigod ... so good ... now ... nowwwwwwww," she hissed as she locked her legs behind his back holding his cock deep inside her.

It was enough to push him over the top. "Oooohhhh ... here I ... aarrgghhhh ... CUMMIIINNGGGG," he yelled as strand after strand of his semen spewed from his cock and coated her pussy. "Fill me ... fill me," he heard over and over as the room around him slowly slipped to gray and then black.

When Jerry woke, he was back in his own room, the gray Winter sun just beginning to come up over the horizon. "What a dream," he muttered to himself only to stop the moment he swung his feet out of bed. There, laying on the floor, was a pair of flame-red pantalets.

For the rest of the month nothing happened. There was no new information for their book, no new plans for exploring the tunnels and worst of all, as far as he was concerned, no new dreams. The days seemed dull and the house seemed lifeless until, one February evening, a Nor'easter suddenly blew in.

Waves crashed against the cliff face, sending spray up and over the edge, coating the house with a frozen layer of salt water. The winds whistled through the trees breaking some as if they were mere twigs while shaking the house with the gale-force gusts. Shingles were ripped from the roof of the storage shed and the outside door leading to the cellar was ripped from its hinges.

After the gale subsided, the two of them went into the cellar to check for damage. Fortunately, only a few old bottles were broken, though the newspapers they had stored there were scattered everywhere. Slowly, they cleaned up the mess until they found themselves standing in front of the mystery door.

"I've been thinking about what your father said at Christmas and he's right," he said. "We've gone through everything we could get our hands on at this point. The only thing left is this door and the possible treasure beyond it."

She turned and looked at him, her face hidden in the shadows. The voice that spoke was hers but seemed to come from miles and miles way. "I've been hoping you'd realize that especially since ..." Her voice faded away, leaving her comment unfinished.

"Since what? What are you talking about?"

"Ummm, I don't know. What were we talking about?" Brit asked shaking her head as if she was waking from a dream.

"Nothin' important. I was just asking what to do with these old drawings," Jerry answered as he returned to work while watching her from the corner of his eye.

She pointed to a shelf and continued straightening up. When they were done, he stopped at the door to the tunnel, staring at it. Then he asked, "So what about the tunnels? Think it's time to check them out?"

She turned to look at him before replying, "Yeah. I think that's about all that's left to do." After which, she led the way to the study where they began to finalize their plan.

That night, his dreams returned, though not as frequent, each one was more realistic then the one before.

Finally, one morning as they sat at the kitchen table, Brittany asked, "Have you been having any weird dreams lately?"

He was so surprised by her question he choked and almost spit out the tea he had been drinking. "Yeah. Why?"

"I ... ummmmm ... I've been having really ... ahhhhhh ... realistic dreams for a while now ...," she hesitated.

"What about?"

"Ummmmmm ... you and me."

"Let me guess," he said jokingly to hide his own fears. "About the two of us having sex?"

Her face turned beet red as she answered. "Yeah. That and well, sometimes when I wake up I'm missing some of my clothes or I ...," once again she hesitated but this time he waited. "I feel like I've just had some of the best sex in my life."

"I know what you mean." He blushed as he continued.

"How long have you been having your dreams?" she asked, timidly.

"Since just after we started to work on the book."

"Me too," she replied. "And they're about you and I ... ummmm." She faltered.

"Yeah. In the beginning, it was like a dream, you know, everything all foggy and cloudy but over time everything's become, I guess you'd say, clearer. For a long time I thought it was just ... you know ... sex dreams but lately I'm beginning to wonder if it's not something else."

"Like what?"

"I'm not sure. In my dreams, I'm my great-great-great-grandfather and you're his ...," he stopped when he saw the look on her face.

"Wife," she finished.

"Yeah."

Her face paled when she heard his answer. "That's almost the exact same thing I've been dreaming."

Neither one said anything more, lost in their own thoughts as they left the table, each heading to a different part of the house to think about what they'd just learned. The day dragged by until it was time for bed. They hugged each other as they did most nights, but this time, as Brit walked away, she stopped and looked over her shoulder, whispering jokingly, "See you in our dreams."

A half-smile appeared on his face as he replied, "I hope so."

Unfortunately, neither one of them had a dream that night, nor next. In fact, after several weeks they began to joke about how they seemed to be going through a 'dry spell'. What hadn't stopped was their research for their book. Old chapters were revised or taken out only to be added by new ones as they learned more about Jerry's great-great-great-grandfather.

The storms of February continued to blow, though not nearly as bad as the first one; not that it mattered to Jerry and Brit. Now that they'd shared the secret of their dreams they grew closer and closer. Evenings were spent cooking together, each of them sharing favorite recipes or memories. Afterwards, they sat by the TV watching movies. On other nights they sat reading something other than papers regarding their research , the sound of the crackling fire providing the only other sound in the house. And on yet other nights they challenged each other to board games. The sound of their laughter leaving little doubt of how close they had become.

The sun didn't finally peek out through the clouds until the second week in March. After that it was if Mother Nature exploded. By the first week in April, green leaves were showing on the trees and wildflowers were beginning to bloom in the fields.

All thought of the book seemed to fade as the two of them spent long hours walking through the fields and forests surrounding the house sharing things about themselves, some of which they'd never shared with anyone else before. It wasn't until the beginning of May that they returned to their research but almost immediately they both realized there had been a change ... they had changed.

The book was no longer something they felt they had to do but something they wanted to do ... a way to uncover the mystery of what they'd experienced and the mystery that seemed to surround the old house and their families. It had also changed because now the research seemed to take on a life of its own leading them to sources they'd never considered or to actual places their forefathers had been to. All too frequently the trips to these place left one or both of them exhausted from walking deep into the woods, up and down steep hills or on rare occasions along long stretches of beach.

It was after one of those trips that they staggered back into the house well after midnight. They grabbed some left-overs for a late dinner and went to bed. Jerry was so tired that when he got to his room he stretched out on the bed, not even bothering to get undressed.

It seemed like only moments later that he found himself standing in the cellar of his old house. The door leading to the tunnels was directly in front of him but to his surprise, it was opened a crack. "What the fuck!! Is this another one of my dreams? And how did the door get unlocked, I'm the only one with a key?" he asked himself.

Then, as if it had a mind of its own his hand reached out and opened the door. He stood there as he let his eyes adjust to the dim light in the tunnel before going on. Slowly, he moved down the tunnel unsure of what he might find so he'd only walked a few paces before he stopped, mesmerized by the sight before him.

Brittany was standing there, dressed in a nearly transparent white robe, her sandy-blonde hair cascading down her back. She had her back to him and was looking down into the tunnel so she didn't seem to know he was there, giving him a chance to admire the way the material stretched across her round ass and rustled in the breeze coming from further below.

As he moved closer, he could see that all she was wearing under the robe was a 'baby doll' nightgown with a deep V-shaped back that plunged to just above the crease of her ass. Her long, toned legs were bare and she was wearing a pair of fur-lined high heels like he'd seen in some of his dad's old "Adult Only" catalogs. Instantly, he felt his cock stir at the sight of her.

The soft, sand floor muffled his step as he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he kissed her neck. "You look so sexy," he whispered.

"JERRY!!!!" she yelled as she spun to look at him. "YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!"

"Sorry, I saw you standing here and I couldn't help myself!" he said, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her again before lightly kissing her lips.

He felt her body go rigid for the briefest of seconds before pressing against his. "Is this a dream or are we awake," she asked, almost in a whisper, the question echoing down the tunnel as her arms slid around his neck.

"I'm not sure. Does it matter?"

She hesitated before answering so softly that if her lips hadn't been next to his ear he wouldn't have heard her. "Not really. I've thought about this a lot over the last couple of months and the simple truth is I WANT to be with you. I WANT to be your friend, your lover, and whatever else this might bring."

"And what if I said that I WANT to make love to you right here and right now?" he sighed as his hands came up and cupped her tits through the robe, massaging them and tweaking the nipples.

"I'd say, don't stop," she purred as she pushed herself against the growing lump in the front of his pants.

"You have such soft tits," he whispered.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't say the same about your friend here," she chuckled as she reached down between them and squeezed the bulge in the front of his pants.

"It's all your fault," he laughed, as he continued to caress and fondle her tits through the thin material. "If you didn't look so damned sexy, I wouldn't have this problem."

"Don't blame me," she whispered as her hand stretched out to sweep across the tunnel. "Blame this."

"I'm not sure 'blame' is the right word for what I'm feeling."

The sound of her laughter filled the tunnel, echoing off the walls before disappearing into its depths.

Lit only by the flashlight she'd been carrying and now was on the ground, they continued rubbing against each other as their hands explored each other's body. Their kisses became more passionate as they ground their hips against each other until she suddenly turned her so her back was towards him and pulled up the hem of her robe and gown revealing her toned ass.

"She's not wearing any panties," he groaned to himself as he stared at the cleft between the heart-shaped orbs.

"Do you like my ass?" she purred.

"Mmmmmmm."

"I'll take that as a yes," she hissed as she leaned forward placing her hands on the cool, damp walls of the tunnel while she rubbed against his swollen cock. Her breathing became labored and irregular as she groaned, "Do it."

"Are you sure? Don't you need me to ...?"

"I'm so wet right now I don't think it would matter," she sighed.


He couldn't wait any longer and reached down, pushing his pants over his hips and letting them fall around his ankles. His cock stuck out directly in front of him, lightly brushing against her fleshy globes. "You have a gorgeous ass," he moaned as he stroked his cock against her cool, silky skin, quivering as she pushed back against him.

"Do it. Put it in me. Give it to me," she begged.

"In your ass?" he asked not sure of what she wanted.

"I'm not that kinda girl," she giggled. "Put it in my pussy. I want to feel your cock in me."

Blinded by his own desire, he barely noticed when she spread her legs outward, opening herself for him until his cock slid down the crack of her ass and came to rest against her slit.

"Do it. Do it! DO IT!!!" she yelled as she reached between her spread legs, wrapping her hand around his shaft and pulling it towards her aroused pussy.

He bent at the knees as he shuffled closer. Her pussy hovered above his shaft. Easing it forward, he quickly dragged the head of it up and down the dripping furrow several times to lubricate the cock head with her slippery wetness before pushing against her swollen lips.

"Ohmigod!!" she yelped as his cock skipped across her slit, bumping against her clit. "Owwwwwww."

Again and again he felt the head of his cock glide over the juice-slickened opening to her pussy only to slip away.

"Can't wait any more. Need it now," she whispered as she reached between her legs and pulled his cock to the entrance of her womanly treasure. "Now ... do it now," she sighed.

The fact that this was the first time he'd ever made love to a woman except in his dreams overwhelmed his senses as he flexed his hips and pushed the head of his cock through her lust-swollen lips and into her waiting tunnel. "Soooo tight," he wheezed as he felt the muscles of her pussy wrap around his shaft.

"Yessssssssss ... put it in. Owwwwwww ... deeper," she moaned as she felt his cock slip into her steaming cavern.

He held her hip with one hand as he reached around and cupped her tit with the other, pinching and teasing the nipple. Then, in one long, slow thrust he drove his cock into her until the head pressed against the back wall of her pussy and his balls swung forward slapping her clit.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS."

He stood there buried inside her and bit his lower lip to keep from cumming as her pussy muscles churned up and down the length of his rod. It may have taken only moments to regain control of himself but it felt like hours before he was slowly able to withdraw his cock, battling against her clinging pussy until just the head was nestled inside her crevasse. Again and again, he felt the muscles of her pussy try to pull his cock back into its depths and each time he held off until he was no longer able to stop himself. It was only then that he thrust into her, driving his cock into her depths.
"AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEE," she wailed as she felt his shaft smash against the hypersensitive flesh of her cervix.

He pulled back, afraid he may have hurt her only to have her reach back and grab his ass, sinking her nails into the tender flesh.

"Don't you dare," she wheezed as she began to slowly grind her pelvis against his.

He felt her pull forward just a fraction of an inch before pushing backwards to drive his cock into her burning, clutching core. "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh," she grunted through clenched teeth as she drove herself back against him again and again, while the tempo of her thrusts increased.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said as he began to grunt and groan, impaling her on his rock hard shaft.

"OH YES JER ... DO ME ... FILL ME!!!!!" she suddenly screamed, her voice echoing throughout the tunnel.

"AARRGGHHHHHH," he cried as he began to slide his rod in and out of her pussy. A slapping sound soon filled the tunnel like the sea upon the sand.


"Oh yes, baby! So good!! Do me!! Play with my tits!! Ohmigod!! Pull my nipples ... Owwwww ... so sexy. Now, harder!!! Pull on them. Twist them. Ohhhhhhh ... that's it!!! Pound my pussy at the same time. Arrrggghhhhhh ... just like that," she mumbled.

"SHHIIITTTT!!!" he groaned, driving into her.

"SSOOOO GOOOOD!!!!!" she panted, as her body moved in a dance of pleasure as old as time.

"NEVER ... GONNA ... GET ... ENOUGH ... OF ... THIS!" he grunted with each thrust.

"Yesssssssssss," she hissed.

"Oh shit ... oh shit ... oh shit. Can't hold back any more. Gonna ... aarrgghhhh," he cried out as he suddenly released her tits and grabbed her hips, pile-driving into her.

"Me ... too. Cum in me ... Fill me with your cum! I wanna feel it filling me so much it runs down my legs. Pound me ... do it. DO ME!!" she gasped as her fingers gripped the rock wall.

"CUMMMMIIINNNGGGGGG," he yelled, the sound vibrating off the rocks and echoing up and down its length. His cum shot up his shaft with the speed of a rocket taking flight. Strand after strand spewing from the tip to coat the walls of her pussy, each seeking the entrance to her womb.

"OHHH ... YEESSSSSSS ... FILL ME ... FIILLL MMEEEE!!!!!" she screamed, as the feel of his cum splashing in her tunnel drove her orgasmic pleasure to new heights.

The sound of their primal pleasure filled the tunnel as they were overwhelmed by their orgasms. Their bodies shook from head to toe as they continued to climax until they felt as if they were drained of every drop of fluid.

Afterwards, she stood there, pinned between the wall and him as she felt her wish come true and their combined juices trickle down her leg.

Tenderly, he kissed her neck and shoulders as they tried to catch their breath, sending shivers of delight throughout her body. His dwindling cock slowly slid from her yet they still stood there basking in the afterglow of their pleasure until he suddenly pulled away.

"Shit," he whispered.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she turned to look at him.

"I know it's kinda late to ask but are you on any kind of birth control?"

"Does it really matter?"

He hesitated before answering. "Not really. At least as far as I'm concerned."

She exhaled, realizing she'd been holding her breath, waiting for his answer. "In that case, 'NO'. I stopped taking anything just before your dad disappeared and well ... I never expected this to happen. Besides, I already told you I want to be everything that you might need. And that includes being the mother of your children. The question I have is, what do we do now?"

"I guess that's up to us and ...," he said as he waved his hand at the shadows within the tunnel. "Whoever or whatever is controlling things."

She whispered, "I'm cold," as she shivered, though whether from the cool, damp air in the tunnel or the thought that they weren't in control of what was happening she wasn't sure.

"Let's get out of here," he said, as he gently wrapped his arms around her.

Within minutes they were in the kitchen, the clock on the wall reading 3:10 AM.

"I can't believe we were down there that long," she whispered as she sat at the table wrapped in a large, warm blanket. "My clock said it was just after 1 o'clock when I fell asleep."

He stood by the stove dressed in a sweatshirt and jogging pants that he'd grabbed from the laundry, the tea pot behind him whistling, not sure what to say. Large cups of tea were soon in their hands as they looked at each other.

"I ... ummmmm ... I'm sorry," he finally said, softly.

"Why?"

"I kinda took advantage of the situation down there," he said as he glanced at the stairway leading down to the cellar.

She paused before replying. "Not really. Remember I said I wanted it too."

"Yeah, but ..."

"No buts, we did what we did and it can't be changed. It doesn't matter why at this point. In fact, if you think about it, this wasn't the first time. It's just the first time we both knew what was going on."

"Yeah, but ... for a second there I wasn't really sure it was me. Does that sound crazy?"

"No. I felt the same thing for awhile. It was as if I was two people at the same time."

He nodded his head as he agreed. "The question now is who and why?"

"I think we both have a pretty good idea about the who. It was your great-great-great-grandparents. I'm just not sure about the why."

"It's interesting that in my ... I mean OUR dreams you're his wife, don't you think?"

"I've thought about that a couple of times. There's very little about your great-great-great-grandmother in the research we've done so far. Maybe that's something we should check into?" she finished as she yawned. "Time for me to go to bed."

"Yeah. It's been a loooong day," he replied as they stood up.

She walked past him towards the kitchen door before suddenly stopping. She spun around until she was looking at him. The look in her eyes were saying more than simple words possibly could as she slid her arms up and around his shoulders, pressing her body against his.

His arms encircled her waist as their parted lips came together in a long, slow kiss. Instinctively, he pulled her against his body as she tightened her arms around his neck, their open mouths pressed against one another. The kiss went on for several moments, neither one of them in any hurry to stop. When they finally came up for air, they looked at one another, kissed once more and stepped apart.

"Considering everything that's happened, would you mind if I slept in your room with you tonight?" she asked. "I don't really feel like being alone."

"My bed really isn't big enough for two," he paused, "But then again, neither is yours."

"It's okay. I promise not to bite. At least not too hard," she laughed, softly.

"There's always the master bedroom," he said in a hushed tone.

She hesitated and he could tell she was thinking about the fact that it was the room she and his father had shared. Minutes past as she battled with herself before replying, "The master bedroom it is then."

The two of them went up the stairs and into the master bedroom, where they slipped under the covers but neither of them could sleep. Instead, both continued to toss and turn until Brit sat up, her arms crossed over her chest. "This is ridiculous!"

"What?"

"This! You, me! The whole thing! The simple truth is I've been attracted to you from almost the first moment we met. I just didn't know how to explain it to your dad. And when you invited me to stay here, I had hoped you felt the same way. When you didn't say or do anything I began to think you were interested in me but it was already too late for me to find a new place to stay so I stayed here. Then, the dreams came along and, well, now we're here like this."

"Yeah, so?"

"So! I feel as nervous as a school girl on her first date."

He laughed. "I'm glad I'm not the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I've been attracted to you too but you were my dad's girlfriend and when I offered you the chance to stay here you said 'no monkey business'. I figured you meant it so I didn't try anything."

"And how do you feel now?" she purred as she seductively licked her upper lip.

"I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I have a fantastic house, the possibility of a great book, and the most beautiful woman in the world as my lover."

"Lover?"

"That's what we are, isn't it?"

She smiled as she slid from the bed. "In that case, lover, I hope you don't mind but I'm going to get comfortable. I've slept in the nude since I was in high school so ...," she finished as she took off her robe and pulled her nightgown over her head revealing her nude body to him. "So what do you think?" she asked as she slowly spun in place to allow him to see every inch of her. "Like what you see or maybe you don't want anything to do with an old lady like me?"

"I've heard you ask almost the exact same question in my dreams and I'll tell you the same thing I did then. I think you have far more to offer than you think," he said with a smile.

Her eyes sparkled as she climbed back in the bed. "If I remember right you have far more to offer too," she laughed. "So why don't you take your pants and shorts off?"

"Are you sure?"

"YES!!" she replied, leaving little doubt that she meant it.

He pushed them down his legs and dropped them on the floor without ever getting out from under the covers.

"That's not fair," she pouted. "You got to see me and I didn't get to see you."

"There'll be plenty of time for that."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She quickly cuddled up next to him, her hair sweeping across the pillow and her head on his shoulder as she nestled under his arm. Her breast was pressed against his side and her leg draped over the top of his thigh.

Within minutes they were asleep and when he woke up, unlike other times, she was still there. The gentle fragrance of roses filled the air and a note was laying on the bed:

The answers you're looking for are in the tunnel.

(... to be continued.)

Just a note to my readers: Before any ones starts commenting that I placed this story in the wrong category please remember it is Incest / TABOO not solely Incest. The very concept of a young man having a relationship with his father's girlfriend, even if the father is dead, is considered taboo.
This Old House Ch. 03
Jerry and Brit can't get enough of each other.
(Thanks to "larryinseattle" for his editing and to "Irish Lass" for her support and input)

"Brit."

"Hmmmmm?" she muttered.

"Wake up."

"Why? I'm tired."

"So am I but I think you're gonna wanna see this," Jerry insisted as he nudged the blonde beauty laying next to him.

"What?" she asked in a surly tone.

"THIS," he said as he waved the piece of paper in front of her face.

"What is it?"

"Just open your eyes and look. If you don't think it's worth looking at, you can go back to sleep."

She opened her eyes just enough to see the note that her young lover held in his hand. "Let me sit up. I can't see the damn thing when you've got it so close," she snarled as she slowly sat up.

Her sandy-blonde hair fell in long tresses over her shoulders as she sat up while the covers slid lower revealing her magnificent breasts. She leaned back against the head board as she took the note from him. The instant her eyes focused on the piece of paper, she sat up straighter, her mind trying to take in the meaning of what she was reading:

The answers you're looking for are in the tunnel.

"Where did you get this?" she asked, her deep-water blue eyes suddenly ablaze.

"It was laying here on the bed when I woke up. At first I thought maybe you were playing some kind of joke but then I recognized the handwriting." He paused. "It's my mom's."

She looked at him in disbelief. "You're sure?"

"There's not a doubt in my mind."

Suddenly supercharged with energy, she threw the rest of the covers off and slid from the bed, revealing her gorgeous body to him as she headed for the shower.

"How did I get so fucking lucky?" he asked himself as he watched her.

As an afterthought, she called over her shoulder, "I think we've waited long enough to explore the tunnel, don't you?"

Lost in his own thoughts, he barely even heard her question.

"Jer?"

"Yeah. Ahhhhh ... yeah. Sounds like a good idea," he stuttered.

She shrugged her shoulders as she left the room, her nude hips swaying enticingly.

Instead of getting up, he settled back into the bed, his eyes closed, as his mind drifted back over everything that had happened over the past three years. It had all started when his mother had disappeared while sailing. For the next two years, his family had gone their separate ways; his sister moving hundreds of miles away and his father burying himself in his work while Jerry'd move about aimlessly, looking for that 'special something' he just couldn't identify. Then, Brittany appeared in their lives. His dad was suddenly happy again and the three of them became almost a family. Unfortunately, that happiness only lasted a brief six months before his father disappeared too.

Jerry's world fell apart, becoming bleak and empty. That was until Brittany brought light back into it again. She'd showed up on a Tuesday night to make him dinner and by a series of circumstance, never left. Now, she lived in the old house with him as his friend, co-author, and, most recently, lover.

Just the thought of her long sandy-blonde hair, deep-water blue eyes, golden-brown skin, and 34D-24-34 body made his cock begin to twitch and harden. So before he realized what he was doing, he found himself almost running down the hallway, a lustful glimmer in his eyes. Unfortunately, his timing was off. She was already coming out of the bathroom, still completely naked except for a towel wrapped around her head.

"Hey, where's the fire?"

"Nowhere. I was just thinking ...," he left the rest unsaid as he pulled her against him, his lips descending on hers.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. Images of his young toned body pressed against hers, and the feel of his hard cock rubbing against the opening of her womanly treasure instantly ignited her own desire only to be cooled just as quickly as she remembered the note he'd just found. As much as she didn't want to, she knew they had to stop or the whole day would most likely be spent in bed.

She giggled as she placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away, breaking their kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."

"Arrrgghhhh," he groaned.

With the grace of a ballerina, she slipped from his embrace and headed for her old bedroom to get dressed.

He turned to watch her go, calling out, "You know that comment is almost as bad as 'We can always be friends'."

She laughed as she continued down the hallway. "Take your shower ...," she said before she paused and looked back over her shoulder. Then in a low, sultry voice she finished, "lover."

"Arrrgghhhh," he groaned again as he watched her enter her old room, the door slowly closing behind her.

After a quick shower, he dressed and found her waiting in the kitchen. Neither was hungry so they slipped some energy bars and water into the backpacks they were carrying before they went into the cellar and the tunnels beyond. For hours they followed various routes without finding anything until she caught the glint of something in her flashlight. She called him over and the two of them searched the area without finding a thing.

"I know I saw something," she growled.

"Okay. So why don't you go back to the spot where you were standing when you saw it and try again?"

"Humph," she snorted. Yet when she stood in her original spot, she saw the glint once again. "Over there," she pointed. "A little to your right. Now down a little," she instructed.

He followed the light and found a small crack in the wall with what looked like a small piece of mirror stuck in it. The moment he touched the mirror, the dirt around it crumbled, revealing a small shelf chiseled into the hard rock. A tall, rectangular object sat on the shelf wrapped in old, weathered oilcloth. He carefully took it out and lay it on a large rock nearby before untying the string while holding the oilcloth closed and then unwrapped it. "Nothing here but an old book," he called out to her, disappointingly.

Almost instantly she was at his side, looking at the book while he held his flashlight. "It's an old Journal," she whispered, reverently, as her fingertips gently traced across the front of the intricately carved leather cover. Then, ever so carefully, she opened the book, hoping to find a name or date to reveal who it had belonged to. What she found was anything but what she'd expected. There, on the very first page, was a drawing of two people standing along the cliff. "Do you see ...?" she paused, as a chill ran up and down her back.

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes glued on the figures in the drawing. "I think we better take this back upstairs to get a better look."

She nodded but didn't say a word as she continued to stare at the drawing. The two people in the picture looked exactly like them.

"How's that possible?" she kept asking herself over and over again as they retraced their steps back to the kitchen. After setting the Journal on the table, the two of them sat side-by-side staring at it.

"I don't understand what's going on," he said.

"I think I might but it's gonna sound crazy. Just give me a minute," she replied as she left and went to her old room.

Left alone, his mind questioned what was before him. "How can this possibly be? Is this some kinda sick joke or am I dreaming again?" He pinched himself, realizing almost immediately that he could pinch himself even in a dream and not know the difference. "So what the fuck is going on?" he asked. But with no answers, his mind continued to search for possibilities, no matter how unlikely.

It seemed like forever before she came back, an old, yellowed piece of paper in her hand. He thought he recognized it but couldn't remember from when or where.

"What's that?"

"Part of the answer, I think."

He sat there as she picked up the Journal and carefully flipped through the pages before suddenly stopping. "Okay, just listen. I know this is gonna sound nuts but I want you to read the lines at the bottom of this page.

He took the Journal from her and began to read:

My love has returned from the sea after many months. We've talked of the dangers he's been in both abroad and here at home. He's decided to quit, much to my delight. We've also talked about having children for a long time and decided not to wait any longer ...

The rest of the sentence was missing since the corner of the page had been ripped out.

"So?"

"Here," she answered as she slid the piece of paper across the table.

He picked it up and laid it next to the tear on the page. It fit perfectly revealing the last part of the sentence.

... now is the time.

They sat there looking at the Journal and then at each other.

"I still don't understand."

She sighed as she began. "This Journal was written by your great-great-great-grandmother. From what I can tell by leafing through it just now, it tells of her life here at the house while your great-great-great-grandfather was gone and the joy she felt when he returned. If you look at the inside of the front cover, right across from the drawing, you'll see their initials JAF & BJF along with their names, Jeremiah Andrew Foster and Brittany Jennifer Foster." She paused as she looked up from the book, her eyes locking with his before she continued. "My middle name is Jennifer. What's your middle name?"

His face paled as he answered, "Andrew."

Her face turned almost as white as a sheet before she continued, "That's what I thought your dad told me. Have you ever wondered about ... you know ... the possibility of reincarnation?"

He sat looking at her as minutes passed by before replying. "I never really thought about it that much, but ...," He paused as he looked down at the Journal. "I think I need some time to get my head around this," he finished.

"Me too," she said as she stood. "Why don't we make some lunch? I'm famished. Then I think we need to do some research on your great-great-great-grandmother?"

"Sounds like a good idea."

They spent the rest of the day combing through old reference sites and on-line libraries gathering information about Brittany Jennifer Foster. When they finished, they were surprised at what they'd found. Brittany Jennifer Edmunds, also known as 'Brit', was born in London, England, in 1796. She was the eldest of three children. Her father was a wealthy merchant who moved the family to the U.S. in April of 1807, after his wife died of cholera. Shortly after arriving, he met an industrious young seaman named Jeremiah Andrew Foster. Quickly recognizing Foster's talents, Mr. Edmunds purchased a ship and the two of them set up a trading company which did very well. Then in 1812, the British invaded the U.S. and Mr. Edmunds was killed in a fight with a British soldier who'd taken a more than polite interest in his youngest daughter. Now the head of the household and the guardian of a younger brother and sister, Brittany took over her father's company despite repeated attempts by competitors and the law to force her to sell. In 1816, she married Jeremiah Foster. They had two children, a boy and a girl. He retired in 1830 but disappeared in 1834 when a sudden storm overtook the fishing boat he was helping on. She lived the rest of her life in the house that her husband had built for her and was frequently seen standing on the 'Widow's Walk' staring out at the sea. She disappeared during a Nor'easter in the Spring of 1841. In her will, she set up a trust fund that would keep the house within the family so long as anyone of the bloodline remained.

"Wow," Jerry said, exhausted. "My great-great-great-grandma was quite a woman."

"She sure was," Brit replied. "Helping care for a brother and sister when she was only 9 and then taking over completely when she was 16. And at that time it was almost impossible for a woman to own anything, especially a business."

"Lucky she married my great-great-great-grandfather."

Brittany laughed. "Maybe he was the lucky one. From the looks of things, the lady could handle herself pretty well. She must have really loved him though. All those years of him being away at sea while she raised their kids."

"Yeah, but they had 14 years together before he disappeared."

"I noticed that too. Did you notice how she disappeared by any chance? It's almost like your mom and da ...," she stopped short as she realized what she was about to say.

"I noticed. The thing is, I remember when I was a kid hearing something about my grandparents disappearing too. They left on a vacation and just never came back."

"WHAT? Why didn't you say anything about that before?"

"I don' know. It didn't seem all that important."

"So, let me get this straight. Your great-great-great-grandparents disappear. Your grandparents disappear and now your parents. That's really weird," she said as a shiver ran up and down her spine.

"Yeah. I guess it is now that you put it that way."

For the rest of the day, they never left each other's sight and when they went to bed, she spooned up behind him holding his hand as if she was afraid he might disappear too.

It was still dark outside when he awoke to find her leaning back against the headboard, a soft light on the nightstand casting shadows over her body.

"You're kinda cute when you're asleep," she whispered.

"You're not so bad even when you're not sleeping," he replied, teasingly.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she purred.

"Promise?"

She answered by leaning over and pulling him against her body, burying his face in the soft, lushness of her hair.

"Rose?"

"I found it in a drawer of the armoire in my old room."

"I like," he whispered.

"I do too."

He was overwhelmed by the exotic aroma of her perfume and the heat of her body against his. The fragrance was bringing back memories of the dreams he'd had and something more. Breathing deeply, he inhaled her scent and felt himself reliving a time long, long ago.

As they cuddled, he became aware of her hard nipples pressing against his chest and his cock resting on her thigh.

He shifted slightly but she stopped him. "I like that too," she whispered as her hand gently slid across his hardening shaft.

"Are you sure about this? I mean with everything that's gone on and everything we've found out so far?"

"Actually, I've thought about it a lot," she whispered as she pulled away from him slightly to look down into his eyes before continuing. "I already told you, I was attracted to you from the moment we met. I just wasn't sure how to tell your dad I was breaking up with him so I could be with you."

"It probably wouldn't have gone well."

"Probably not. Besides I was attracted to him as well but in a different way. After awhile I realized I REALLY cared about him. In fact, we even talked about getting married," she paused. "In which case, what we've already done might be considered incest and I could be arrested," she sighed.

He felt a shiver run up and down her body but whether from excitement or fear of what might happen if anyone ever found out about them he wasn't sure.

"Anyway, that was before your dad disappeared and you and I ..." She left the rest of her comment unsaid as she leaned over. "I guess what I'm trying to say," she purred as her lips gently brushed across his. "Whatever is going on here isn't just about you or me, it's about us. I know in our dreams your great-great-great-grandfather was older than your great-great-great-grandmother but that was then. Times have changed. I'm only a few years older than you so why try and fight what is apparently meant to be?" she finished as she gently bit his earlobe.

Feeling her hot, wet lips on his neck, he turned his head, bringing his lips to hers. Sparks flew as a wave of uncontrollable passion flowed over them. He pressed his lips to hers and his tongue slid into her mouth. With a whimper, she returned his kiss. Their arms tightened around each other and he felt her tongue battling with his, forcing its way into his mouth as her fingernails lightly scratched across his back. It felt as if they were possessed, their bodies pressed against each other, their tongues entwined, their lips pressed across each other, as if they were attempting to become one.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans as hands explored and teased until they finally broke apart, gasping for air.

"WOW."

"Mmmmmm. I agree but you ain't seen nothing yet," she whispered as she lowered her hand to his hard, throbbing cock, slowly stroking up and down its length.

"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned before bringing his mouth back to hers.

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from his chest at any moment. Still they kissed, savagely. A deep, primal growl was rumbling in his chest as he felt his desire for her grow.

He felt her soft hand squeeze his cock making it jerk and throb. He felt light-headed from the ecstasy of her touch as he fought the urge to cum right then and there. Somehow he knew that things were different. There was something so emotion-filled about being with her this time that he couldn't put words to it ... something from down deep within himself.

Suddenly, he realized what it was ... he was IN LOVE with her! Not a friendly, casual 'fuck-buddy' type of infatuation but a deep, overwhelming love that not even time could conquer. The type of love that wanted her as his lover, his partner, and if she agreed, his wife.

Little did he know that she felt it too. Though she'd thought of marrying his father she now seemed to know that he was the man she'd always wanted. The man she'd been waiting for all her life. The partner that most women only dream of finding.

What he also couldn't see was the small tear of joy that ran down her cheek as her hand ran through his hair, pulling and tugging, as she returned his kiss. Her other hand ran up and down the length of his shaft, tickling the nerves under the head before continuing. "Your cock feels so big this morning," she moaned as she pulled her lips from his. "It feels huge," she continued as her hand inched up its length as if trying to measure its size.

"It's only for you," he whispered as he covered her mouth with his, once again.

As they continued kissing, his hand tenderly caressed her shoulder and neck, gliding along the outer edge of her breast until he was able to cup the magnificent orb in his hand. His thumb and forefinger quickly found her hardened nipple, squeezing and twisting the sensitive bud.

"Owwwwww," she sighed into his mouth before breaking their kiss, pushing her body away from him.

"Please don't make me wait," she groaned as she rolled onto her back and kicked the covers off while spreading her legs. "Just feeling your body pressed against mine has got me so turned on."

His cock throbbed at the sight of her lying there.

She spread her legs wider and wider, revealing the wet, gaping slit between them as she looked at him, pleading for him to make love to her. She reached out for him as he rolled on top of her, setting his legs into place.

His legs were between hers as he knelt above her. Then, he felt her hand grasp his cock and pull it forward, aiming it at the moist, red, lust-swollen lips of her pussy. Slowly, he leaned over her, brushing the head of his cock over the wet opening to her womanly treasure. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep from slamming into her. Instead, he shifted, placing more weight on his elbows as he slowly eased himself into her sheath.

After having waited so long she didn't want to wait any longer. She wanted to feel his cock buried in her so she reached up and grabbed his ass, coaxing him to fill her pussy as it sucked him deeper and deeper into its moist heat. "Ohmigod," she groaned. "It feels so good!!"
He bent down to kiss her, feeling her lift her legs and wrap them around his waist. Again he had to battle with himself as he felt her dig her heals into his ass, pulling him down. "Slow, slow, slow," he thought to himself repeatedly until he could no longer resist. Then in one swift motion, he pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her before plunging back into her, feeling his cock slip into her seething slit. "Ohhhhhhh, you're so fucking wet!!" he exclaimed.

"I've been like this all night. Every time I thought about what we did last night I'd get so turned on it felt like I was having a mini-orgasm," she whispered, sensuously.

"Glad I have that effect on you," he said, softly.

"Ohhhhhh, so am I. Especially when your cock feels so big. It's almost like I have a fucking baseball bat inside of me."

"Then let's see how far this bat can go," he groaned as he thrust further into her, driving his cock into her depths.

"AAAEEIIIIIIIII," she screamed as the tip of his cock crashed against the back of her tunnel. "Sooooo good," she groaned as she tightened her leg-lock around him and wiggled her hips suggestively. "Come on, lover. Give me that big cock of yours."

Using his knees and elbows as leverage, he withdrew. Inch by inch, he fought his way from her grip until just the tip was nestled between her pouty nether lips. He paused, looking down at her face. A sheen of sweat covered her upper lip, a light blush highlighted her cheeks, and her breathing was shallow and irregular. "Absolutely gorgeous ... and she's all mine," he thought as he leaned down and brushed her lips with his as he drove his cock into her until it slammed against the back wall of her pussy again. Over and over he thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, as she arched her back and pushed upwards to meet his onslaught.

"Ohhhhhh ... Yesssss ... just like that. Ohmigod ... Yessss ... lover. Yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... owwwwww. Pound me with your cock. Oh god ... oh god ... don't stop. Love me. Fill me," she chanted, matching the rhythm of their bodies.

He had never felt such a need to satisfy her, fulfill her wants and her needs. He realized that all of the other times it had just been sex. Sex for the sake of sex, or for the sake of others. This was love and desire and his own need to possess her as he thrust into her steaming slit.

"I love you, Brit," he sighed, tenderly.

"I ... love ... you ... too," she panted as she tightened her legs around his waist, matching the pace of his thrusts.

The room filled with the sound of the bed springs squeaking and their skin slapping against each other. The heady aroma of sex and roses drove their desires even higher.

Suddenly, she tightened her legs around his waist, locking his cock deep inside her, as she pulled him down on top of her, implanting herself to the bed. "OH YESSSS ... YEESSSSS ... I FEEL IT ... POUND ME ... FILL ME ... OHMIGOD ... AHHHH ... AHHHH ... CUMMMIINNNGGG!!" she wailed as her body began to shake, uncontrollably.

The muscles of her pussy tightened around his cock like a velvety vise as they rolled up and down the length. It seemed to be trying to pull his whole body into her.

The sensation triggered his own urgency and he felt his cum surge up the length of his cock, exiting the tip with the force of a rocket before it splattered against her pussy walls. "Aaaaggghhhhhh," he cried as his cock jerked and shuddered. He felt her pussy muscles tighten around his shaft even more as strand after strand of his cum coated her insides.

"So hot ... so hotttttt," she whimpered as she trembled beneath him.

Again and again, his cock shuddered, sending more cum into her as she ground her wet, sucking pussy against him. He was overwhelmed with a desire that suddenly came over him; an overpowering desire to get her pregnant.

As if reading his mind, she opened her eyes, and whispered, "I want it too."

Within moments, he'd shot so much cum inside her, he could feel it seeping out around his pulsating cock. Her pussy was filled to overflowing. Their combined juices were oozing out and running down the crack of her ass before pooling on the sheets beneath them. Yet his cock continued to jerk and throb, sending more cum into her, until with one last, feeble lurch, it stopped and he collapsed on top of her.

The room fell silent as they lay in each other's arms and time seemed to stand still until she spoke, barely a whisper, "That was incredible," as she turned her head and kissed him tenderly while at the same time unlocking her legs from his back and sliding them down onto the bed.

"I've never felt anything like that."

"Neither have I," she whispered as she hugged him even tighter, while thinking, "And I've had a lot more experience than you."

They lay there, their arms and legs intertwined as they caught their breath. Moments later, he gently rose above her, taking the weight of his body off her as he looked into her eyes.

"What?" she asked softly.

"I meant what I said, you know. I love you!"

"And I love you," she replied, as if it were the only 'right' thing to say.

"No, I mean I'm IN LOVE with you! I want us to be together forever."

"Really? Your serious?" she asked, as if shocked by his words.

"Very serious!" he said. "I've thought about it since you told me how you felt and the honest truth is I feel the same way. I want to be your friend, your partner, your lover and, if everything we've learned about so far is true, your husband!"

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," she exclaimed. "Especially since I'm IN LOVE with you too. I'm not sure when it happened but somewhere along the way, with all the time we've spent together doing research and all that we've gone through, I found the man I want to be with the rest of my life ... and YES when the time is right, I want to be your wife," she cried as tears ran down her cheeks. She pulled his face down to hers, her open mouth sealing against his in a deep, emotion-filled kiss!

He wrapped his arms around her, returning her kiss, not with the animalistic hunger he'd felt before, but with the deep emotions that only two people who are truly in love can ever hope to know and share.

Afterwards, they lay there, with him still on top of her, kissing and caressing each other, basking in the afterglow of their heated love-making and in their newly declared love for each other.

Slowly, he felt the muscles of her pussy begin to tighten and release. His cock quickly re-hardened and he began to slide in and out of her satiny sheath.

"Owwwwwww. Don't you ever get enough?" she sighed.

"What can I say? I'm IN LOVE!"

"I can tell," she breathed as she placed her hands on both sides of his face and pulled his lips down to hers.

Their mouths slowly slid across one another, their tongues lightly caressing as they delighted in a slow, loving kiss.

Her legs rose almost in slow motion from the bed and wrapped around his waist once again. All concerns or worries about their future were pushed into the background, their thoughts focused only on each other as they kissed.

The urgency they'd felt earlier was gone, as was the animalistic need, replaced by the desire to please each other. Their kisses were loving and tender, the sound of their lust replaced by the gentle sighs and whispers as he slowly slid in and out of her. In response, she slowly ground her pelvis against his sending waves of pleasure throughout her body as her clit rubbed against the base of his cock and his pubic hair.

"You like?" he whispered as he flexed his groin causing his cock to jerk inside of her.

"I love," she replied as she looked into his eyes while tightening the muscles of her pussy.

Ever so slowly their loving strokes increased in speed. She was matching him stroke for stroke, raising her ass off the bed as she used her legs to pull him down. They could hear the bed springs squeaking again in rhythm to their strokes as they rubbed against each other in a sensuous tempo. Their hands caressed each other as they tried to make their love-making last as long as possible, already knowing that it could never be long enough.

"Almost there. Just a little ... yesssssssssss," she hissed as her orgasm flowed over her like a gentle wave.

He felt her pussy clamp down around his shaft as her lips sealed on his yet again. The muscles of her pussy rolled up and down the length of his shaft, drawing it in deeper, as she dug her heels into his ass. Her body trembled and shook, bucking up against him while her fingers locked in his hair pulling his lips tighter against hers as her pussy went into convulsions, clenching and milking his cock.

The sensation was more than he'd expected since they'd just finished making love a short time before. The room around him seemed to burst into color like fireworks on the 4th of July as his cock jerked and throbbed, firing his load deep in her over and over again, spraying the walls of her searing pussy.

Time stood still as they clung to each other, riding a wave of indescribable pleasure.

It wasn't until his cock shot its last ropy strand and her pussy gave one last, slight squeeze that their breathtaking orgasms subsided. Her arms and legs slid off of him as he collapsed on top of her, both too tired to speak. The world around them seemed suddenly silent as they lay there waiting for their breathing to return to normal and their bodies to move so he could roll off of her.

As soon as he did, she turned on her side and looked at him. "I don't know how it could have gotten any better than it was the first time, but this was. It was probably the best sex I've ever had," she said in a breathless tone.

"You're telling me. I don't know how I was able to cum again but it just seemed to be there."

"I guess we should have talked about how we felt sooner," she smiled.

"You're not going to get any argument from me," he laughed, lovingly.

The room grew silent as they cuddled against each other, her head again on his shoulder and her body stretched out against his.

"I Love You," he said almost in a whisper.

"I know," she replied, as she slowly fell asleep.

When they woke up the next morning, neither wanted to get out of bed.

"I think you ruined me," she complained, jokingly.

"What?" he asked, barely awake.

"I'm exhausted and I hurt all over ... and it's all your fault."

"Ah, ah. It's still your fault."

"Not this time," she joked.

"If I remember it takes two to do what we did last night," he replied, "and you started it."

"Yes, it does," she purred, "And, yes, I did so I guess you're right but ... I loved every second of it."

"You're such a tease," he laughed.

"Now you're learning," she replied with a sultry smile on her face as she slipped from the bed. "I need a shower. Care to join me?" she giggled, shaking her naked ass at him as she scurried from the room.

He lay there, his own body stiff and sore from what had happened the night before only to have his hormones kick in as images of the two of them making love filled his mind. Instantly, he threw off the covers and followed.

The moment he entered the bathroom he saw her standing by the sink. He could vaguely see her reflection in the mirror as the steam from the shower swirled around them. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked.

"I've asked myself the same question," she said softly as she looked over her shoulder, staring at him before slowly turning around. For the first time, he could see the evidence of what they'd done the night before as a thin stream of their juices slithered down her inner leg.

"Like what you see?" she asked as she slid her ass up onto the sink and spread her legs.

"I'd be a liar if I said I didn't."

"Then don't ever lie to me," she whispered, much more serious then she normally was.

He could see from the look in her eyes that she'd been lied to in the past and still felt the pain from it. "I promise," he answered tenderly as he moved closer and wrapped her in his arms.

"Men promise a lot of things but ..." she sighed, as she lay her head on his shoulder, leaving the rest of her comment unsaid.

In no time his cock began to respond to the feel of her body against his. Nonchalantly, he reached down to move it so it wasn't rubbing against her thigh, never taking his eyes off of her.

"Leave it there," she whispered. Her hand slowly slid down between them and wrapped around his swelling member. "I can't seem to get enough of this," she cooed as her fingernails traced up and down his shaft.

"And you're the one who asked if I couldn't get enough," he groaned, softly, while at the same time feeling her nipples harden against his chest. "I thought we were gonna take a shower?"

She giggled as her hand tightened around his cock. "We will. Maybe not right now but we'll take one at some point," she replied as she gently pushed him backwards.

He felt the cool porcelain toilet bump against the back of his legs just as she gave one final push. The next moment, he was sitting on the seat, his cock pointing up at the ceiling.

"Mmmmmmm, just what I need," she murmured as she straddled his lap, her dripping pussy directly above his shaft.

He watched as she slid her hand over her breasts, pinching and pulling on the rounded nipples before gliding down over her stomach and along her inner thighs. The steam from the shower swirled around them, enveloping them in its moist heat. He wrapped his hand around his cock, holding it in place as her hands slid between the junction of her legs.

Using the thumb and forefinger of each hand she gently took the outer lips of her pussy and spread them. The heady fragrance of her arousal filled his nostrils. "You ready?" she purred.

He answered with a nod as she began to lower herself. He arched his back as he felt the head of his cock slip between the fleshy lips of her pussy. He was amazed at how wet she was as his cock eased its way into her womanhood. The warm, velvety feel of her tunnel wrapped around him as the muscles within tightened around his shaft, pulling it deeper and deeper into her depths.

Her face seemed to glow as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking it into her steamy pit. "Owwwwwwww," she gasped when her ass came to rest in his lap, her belly touching his, her clit rubbing against the base of his shaft. She rested there for a moment, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he wrapped his around her waist. Then, with the slightest twist of her head, she brought her lips to his and her tongue slid from between her lips into his mouth.

He felt overwhelmed. For the third time in less than 24 hours his cock was buried in her pussy. The hypersensitive nerves of his shaft were already tender from the previous two times yet he couldn't imagine pushing her away. Instead, he pulled her against him, her breasts flattening against his chest as she slowly lifted her ass up and down. He wanted to pound his cock into her as hard as he could but somehow knew that she wanted to be in control this time.

"It feels so good," she whispered in his ear. "Umph .. umph ... umph," she grunted as she continued to raise and lower herself.

He shoved his face into her chest and captured one of her tits in his mouth, sucking on her nipple, drawing it into his mouth until he released it with a 'pop'.

"Yesssssss," she groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him tighter against her fleshy orbs.

At the same time, she lifted her legs and bent them back until her ankles were hooked over the top of his knees, letting him impale her to the limit every time his cock slid into her. "So good."

The mist from the shower seemed to thicken and out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw the shapes of his great-great-great-grandparents as well as his parents. Each of them were smiling as he continued to make love to the beauty in his lap.

"Ohmigod, you feel so good inside me. You're cock is rubbing me in all the right places. Never gonna get enough ... never gonna get enough ... ohhhhhhhhhhh," she croaked in tempo to her movements.

He could feel the familiar tingling start at the base of his cock. Maybe it was because the nerves of his cock were still so sensitive, or maybe because she was taking the more aggressive role but he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He grabbed her ass tightly and started furiously driving into her.

She seemed to be on the verge as well, as she started raising and lowering herself at an almost frantic pace!

"I'm gonna cum," he whispered as the pace increased.

"Not yet. Not yet, baby. Take me back to bed. Please," she pleaded so softly he barely heard her.

It took all the willpower he had as well as almost every bit of his remaining strength to stop and lift them off the seat. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking herself in place, trapping his cock.

He stumbled back down the hall and into the bedroom, aiming for the bed. The moment he felt the mattress press against his knees he felt her shift her weight pulling him down on top of her. He released her ass and caught himself with his hands, poised above her. Then, with instinct taking over, he thrust into her while they both watched in fascination as his shaft disappeared.

"AAIIIEEEEEEEE," she wailed as she held him in place, the tip of his cock pressing against the opening to her womb. "Hurts sooooo good. I can feel every inch of your cock rubbing against my pussy," she murmured as she locked her ankles behind his back. Ohhhhhh, yessssss ... I need you to ride me ... pound me ... ride me good and hard. But first," she stopped as she unlocked her ankles from around his back and slid them over his shoulders, her knees now pressing against her tits.

He felt the end of his cock pressing against that special place where children were conceived before he withdrew. She grunted over and over as his rod plunged into her. In seconds, he was pounding her with long, powerful strokes.

The room filled with primal sounds as they groaned and grunted with every stroke.

"Do it, lover. Push it in me. Push your cock in my pussy. Push it deep. Ohhhhh ... do it ... do it ... ohmigod ... do it ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... just like that. Want your cock. Give it to me!! Harder ... ohhhhhhhh ... so good. Push it in deep."

Drawing back until only the tip was being held in place by her lust-swollen pussy lips, he paused and then dropped himself onto her, driving his cock in, crashing against her cervix.

Her world exploded. The pleasure, the pain, mixed and became one as she felt the flood rush up her passage. Lights flashed before her eyes as she tilted her hips taking him deeper inside her than any other lover had ever been. She'd never shot fluid from her pussy before but her embarrassment only lasted a few seconds, replaced by the thrill that he had made her squirt for the first time in her life.

"Go on ... push it in me, baby. I know you want to ... It's alright ... do it. Do it to me ... Give it to me hard and deep ... I'll cum again with you," she mumbled as she thrust up against him.

"Tell ... me ... what ... you ... want ... me ... to ... do," he grunted, in sync with his thrusts.

The blank look on her face told him she wasn't sure what he wanted.

"Say it. Say the 'F' word."

She smiled as she looked up at him. "Would you like me to say that? Would it turn you on if I said it?"

"Yesssss."

"You mean you want me to say, F - U - C - K?" she teased.

"Oh yeah."

She knew that most men loved the sound of a woman using certain words but she'd never felt comfortable with the idea ... until now. She put her mouth to his ear and whispered. "Fuck me, honey ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck me with your long, hard cock. Fuck my pussy," she groaned as he drove into her. There was something about whispering 'fuck me' in his ear that triggered a primal chord in her brain, too.
She felt her orgasm start in her belly and was surprised by the intensity of the feeling.

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

"Do it. Cum for me," she moaned softly, "Fill me."

"Cummmiinngggg!!" His cock trembled and throbbed, doing the impossible by shooting a third load of cum deep inside of her.

"Me toooooooo," she moaned as she continued to arch her back, driving her pussy up to take as much of his cock into her as she could.

He felt their fluids squeezing around his cock and when he looked down he watched foamy, white clumps of their combined juices circle around the base of his shaft and disappear down the crack of her ass.

Gradually they slowed and she dropped her legs back to the bed while he rested on her belly, his cock still buried in her twitching slit. "That was unbelievable," he sighed.

"Yeah," was all she replied until he started to lift himself off of her. "Don't!! Leave it there."

"Why?"

"Shhhhhh. Read this," she whispered as she unwrapped a piece of yellowed paper from around the ring finger of her left hand. "I found it in the bathroom when I went in to clean up."

So they joined together for the third time, their bodies thrusting and rocking against each other and from this union a child was conceived. A child unlike any other before it. I child who was not just a 'Watcher' nor a 'Fixer' but a leader. Someone destined to take the people through the worst of times ahead.

"So this is why?"

She nodded her head as she gently pushed him off her body and slid a pillow under her hips. The questioning look all she needed to know she should explain.

"An OB once told a friend of mine that this is one of the best things to do if you what to get pregnant. That and of course," she blushed slightly, "Fucking the way we just did."

The smile he had on his face suddenly faded.

"What's wrong?"

"All this," he replied. "Did you realize that out of all the times we've been together there's only been once when it was just for you and I? Although after what you just showed me I'm not sure that even counts! Otherwise its always been in our dreams or because of something in that damn Journal," in a tone that was not only hurt but frustrated.

She slowly slid off the pillows and cuddled against him. "Yeah, I thought about that but," she blushed, "I like what we're doing no matter what or who is causing it."

He wrapped his arms around her, protectively, and listened to her soft, steady breathing as she drifted off to sleep, wondering what the future held for them.

(... to be continued.)
This Old House Ch. 04
They get their answers. Is it over or just beginning?
(Thanks once again to my editor "larryin seattle" for his fantastic work as well as to my "Irish Lass" for her support and input.)

*****

The following morning, the bed next to Brittany was empty. She got up and searched the house for Jerry until she found him standing on the "Widow's Walk" looking out at the ocean.

"Morning."

"Hey."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes ... and no. Right now I'm just really confused."

"Wanna come inside so we can talk?"

"Yeah."

Once they were sitting at the kitchen table he told her everything he knew about his parents and the rest of his family as far back as he knew. He told her about the rumors that had circulated throughout the area and within the family and how they'd always been referred to as 'queer', 'odd' or 'different'.

"It just seems that something or someone is always controlling our lives. That's why my sister left. It wasn't just because of my mom's death; it was because she wanted a life of her own."

"Do you think ... you know. That the spirits or whatever ever did anything with her?" she asked.

"I dunno. I don't think so. I think she may have felt something and just needed to get away."

Brit didn't say a word, simply nodded her head in reply.

"Now all this, between you and me. I'm not sure I have the right to feel this way or to ask you to be part of it," he finished as he looked down at the cup of tea on the table.

She sat there for several moments gathering her own thoughts before she replied. "You seem to forget that I've been part of this whole thing from the very beginning. The messages, the Journal, the dreams, the ... ummmmm ... everything! On top of that, my family has lived around here for generations so I've heard all the rumors about this house and your family. Shit, my great-great-grandfather sailed with yours so we have our own rumors!! But none of that," she hesitated, calming her voice before continuing, "and I mean, none to that changes the way I feel about you."

"You can still say that?"

"I can say more than that! I told you 'I LOVE YOU' and I meant it. I still want to be your friend, your partner, and your lover. Hell, I still want to be your wife, I think!"

The look in her eyes told him she meant what she was saying. "I Love You, too," he whispered as he stood and walked around the table to stand next to her. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she said as she stood and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We'll get through this. You, me, this old house, and even your family. We'll figure out what's going on and then decide what to do next ... as a couple! You understand?"

He nodded, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Yeah."

"Okay, then. Let's get back to work."

They decided to split the work and while he re-checked everything he could about smuggling in the area and the tunnels beneath the house, she researched their ancestors.

The next two weeks flew by and then a month and then two months. Neither was ready for what they'd found by time they were done.

Now the middle of Summer, they sat on the patio of the house. A soft, gentle breeze was rustling the research papers that were spread out over the table and taped to a huge display board.

"You're sure about this?"

"Yep. It's the same over and over. Every couple of generations there's a baby boy born in your family that's named Jeremiah Andrew and every couple of generations there's a girl born in my family who's named Brittany Jennifer."

"Does that mean were related?"

"In a way but it's so distant there's really nothing to worry about."

"Phew. Glad to know that. I'd hate to think that I was in love with my second cousin or something."

"Nah. It's something like fourth or fifth cousins," she teased. They hadn't talked about their feeling for each other since 'that night' and though they still slept together it was as if an invisible wall stood between them. They kissed, hugged, and cuddled, but the fierce passion had cooled.

"What about your research? Find anything new?"

"Not much. Smuggling started almost as soon as there were people in this area. It hit its high-point in the early 1800's with our great-greats but died pretty quickly after that. A lot seems to have to do with the Revenue Cutter that was stationed just down the coast. Apparently, our family members were the 'best-of-the-best' and when they quit, the local law was able to either catch the rest of the smugglers in the area or apply enough pressure to make them 'retire'. As for the tunnel, I did find an older hand-drawn map that has some interesting things on it."

"Like what?"

"There's a tunnel that isn't on the newer map, for one thing, and ...," he paused to heighten the excitement. "... then there's two more rooms. It looks like the tunnel splits just after you enter it. One way, I think, goes down to the beach. The other way to the rooms. The weird thing is that it looks like there's a wall between that tunnel and the main tunnel."

They sat silently for a few moments before she said, "So, I guess that means it's time for another trip?"

"Looks like it."

Neither said anything more about it for the rest of the day and neither was surprised when they found a note lying on the kitchen table the next morning.

"It's my mom's handwriting again," he said.

"What does it say?"

You'll find all the answers you're looking for in the tunnels

... if you look at things the right way.

"What do ya think that means," she asked.

"No idea but there's only one way to find out."

They spent the rest of the day assembling all the supplies that he'd gotten together and stuffed them into his backpack. The sun was just beginning to set by the time they were done so after making a light meal, they sat on the porch and watched it disappear over the hills to the West.

He got up long before sunrise the next morning and was getting ready when she appeared in the doorway dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt, boots, and a thick, water-proof jacket.

"What's all that for?" he asked.

"I thought about it this morning and decided I'm coming with you."

"But I thought you'd said you didn't want to go this time."

"Yeah, well, I also said we were in this together, remember?"

"Yeah." He nodded his head and returned to double-checking his gear.

"There is one question I need to ask before we go, though."

"What's that?"

"How do you feel about being a father?" she asked, almost in a whisper.

"What did you say?" only half listening to her.

"I asked how you felt about being a father."

"Yeah, sure," he replied, still only half listening, until he suddenly stopped, what she'd asked finally registering. He looked up at her from the pile of supplies in front of him. "Are you telling me ...?" he exclaimed.

She held up the pregnancy test revealing the '+' on it. "I guess your great-great-great-grandma was right again."

He walked to her and wrapped her in his arms. "Guess she was ... but ... you were right that we're in this together," he finished as he leaned over and kissed her. For the first time in months they held each other tightly, their lips pressing together, the love and passion for each other flowing over them.

When she stepped back, tears ran down her cheeks. "Wow! I never realized how much I missed that."

"Me either," he said.

"Just one more thing."

"Yeah."

"Let's not wait another two months to do it again," she chuckled.

Wrapping her in his arms, he hugged her as he whispered, "Agreed."

They quickly divided the supplies into two backpacks and went down the stairs to the cellar. The door was opened just a crack though neither could remember whether they'd closed it the last time they'd been there. For the next three hours they worked their way through the dark underworld. Several times they had to backtrack after taking the wrong tunnel or climb over rocks where sections of the tunnel walls had collapsed. Finally, they reached the area where the second tunnel was supposed to be.

"I think this is it."

"This is what?"

"The spot where the other tunnel is."

"Are you sure? I don't see anything," she said as she shined her flashlight across the walls. "In fact, I'm not even entirely sure where we are. With all the twists, turns and backtracking I'm kinda lost."

"No. I'm pretty sure this is the place. As for not seeing anything," he replied, "we didn't see anything when we found the Journal either."

"You're right," she replied, her voice now excited. "Let's take a look at the map."

Together they stood in the middle of the tunnel and slowly worked out where the opening should be.

"It should be right HERE," he grunted as he swung the trenching shovel he'd brought along.

"CLANG." The sound vibrated and echoed off the walls.

"SHIT," he exclaimed as he looked at the wall. "There's nothing here."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Nothing," he replied as he frantically ran his hand over the rock wall.

They stood there a few moments staring at the wall before she reached out to him. "Give me the map a second," she said, a distinctive tone in her voice.

"Why? What's up?"

"Just an idea."

"Here," he said as he gave her the map.

Slowly, she examined it again before turning it over, placing her flashlight behind it. "You son-of-a-bitch."

"What? What did I do?"

"Not you. Your great-great-great-grandfather. I was wondering how we kept making wrong turns and going down the wrong tunnel. Now I understand. Come here and take a look."

He stood by her as she held the map out in front of her.

"Remember how the note said we had to 'look at things the right way'? Watch," she said as she flipped the map so they were looking at the blank back. Then she put her flashlight behind the map again. "Look familiar?"

He stood and examined the map before saying, "The tunnels are almost exactly the same but everything is reversed. When we went left we should have gone right and when I hit this wall it should have been that one," he finished as he looked up and pointed at the wall behind them.

"It's worth a try," she whispered yet the words echoed up and down the tunnel as if she'd shouted them.

When he swung the shovel this time is slid between the packed earth and it began to collapse around him. "You were right," he yelled as he chopped and hacked away at the wall.

The light reflected off the smile on her face.

It only took about 15 minutes before the opening was big enough for them to walk through and enter the tunnel beyond. Within minutes, they found their way to the split in the path.

"Which way?" he asked.

She stepped forward, stretching her hand out first in one tunnel and then the other. "Come here and tell me what you feel."

"Feel?"

"Yeah. Here, try this one first."

He stretched his hand out into the darkness of the void.

"Now, close your eyes and tell me what you feel."

"Ummmm. It feels cool and damp and if I listen real close I think I can hear the waves on the beach."

"Okay. Now try this one," she said as she stepped back from the second tunnel.

He did the same as he'd done with the first tunnel before replying. "This one feels warm and," he rubbed his hand over the wall, "dry. Definitely not what you'd expect in a cave."

"Exactly what I thought."

"So I guess tunnel number two it is."

As they moved further into the tunnel, it became warmer and drier until they had to remove their jackets. After one final bend they found themselves standing in the opening to a large chamber.

"WOW!! This place is huge."

"I'll say," she replied.

"Just look. My flashlight doesn't even reach the far side."

"What is this place?"

"I dunno."

Quickly, she flashed her light across the walls. "Look at this," she said as her flashlight settled on a torch stuck in the wall. "Did you bring anything we could use to light it?"

He pulled off his backpack and rummaged through the side pocket until he pulled out a lighter. "Will this do?" he asked, jokingly. "If not, I think I have some flint and steel in the other pocket."

"Wise ass," she teased back.

"Better than being a dumb ass," he joked.

"Arrgghhhh," she groaned and then they both laughed.

They pulled the torch from its holder and lit it. The flame sputtered and then caught, lighting up the area around them.

"Look at that," she pointed. "Another torch."

They replaced the first one in its holder and moved on to the next and the next. Within minutes the room was aglow with the soft, flickering flames of over a dozen torches.

"Now what?" he asked.

"That," she pointed at a dark doorway in the far wall.

"I don't remember seeing that there."

"I almost missed it too. The only reason I noticed it was the warm air flowing from it."

The moment they stepped into the room, they knew they'd found what they'd been looking for. There, in alcoves cut into the walls, were scrolls, bundles of paper tied together, leather-bound books, small gold-colored statues, chests of various sizes, and paintings of people.

"Unreal," he whispered

She didn't say a word as she wandered through the room looking at the items. Several times she picked something up, looked at it, and then laid it back, reverently. "It's all here," she sighed.

"What?"

"Everything. This is your family history. It starts over there," she said as she pointed. "The scrolls look like they're written in Old English, though I'm not 100% sure, and then everything seems go in order," she swept her hand around the room, "until ..." She stopped and moved to the last alcove. "Jer, I think you better come and look at this."

He was beside her in an instant. There, leaning against the wall was a life-size painting. It was of a man and a woman. The woman was wearing an ivory-colored dress with a high lacy neckline, it was highlighted by a black and white cameo broach exactly like the one that now hung between Brittany's breasts. The man beside her was dressed in a dark blue captain's uniform. And in the background was a much newer-looking version of the house that they were now living in. But it wasn't until he looked at the faces of the two people that he turned pale and he suddenly felt cold. "That's..." he stuttered. "That's us," he finished in a hushed whisper.

"I know," she sighed. "But how? I don't understand."

As if with a will of its own, a book that had been lying on a chest in front of the painting, fell to the floor. The 'booming' sound echoed throughout the room and down the tunnels, finally lost in the distance.

He leaned over to pick up the book but hesitated just as he was about to touch it. He looked at Brit. A question passed between them without saying a word.

Her eyes were locked on his. She wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement that made her tremble and she barely nodded her head.

He picked up the book. It was covered in layers of dust. Gently, he brushed the dust away to reveal that the book cover was made of a deep-brown leather. A large, gold-inlaid, letter "F" was engraved in the center with the view of the ocean from the "Widow's Walk" behind it.

Cautiously, he opened the book and looked at the first page, almost dropping it when he read what was there.

To my great-great-great-grandson and his beloved,

Within is the history of our family and the answers you seek.

All our love,

JAF & BJF

The two of them stood, frozen in place, as they read and re-read the lines. After what seemed like an eternity Jer said, "I ... ummmmm ... I think we should take this and ... ahhhhh ... get out of here. Suddenly, I'm not feelin' so good."

"I know what you mean," she replied as she took the book from his hands and slid it into her backpack. "But what about that?" She pointed at the chest.

"I dunno but I guess we've already come this far." He bent over and cautiously opened the chest. The gleam from within making him blink when the light from his flashlight glistened off it. The chest was packed with gold coins and various colored gems. "DAMN!!"

"I think that's an understatement," she murmured from behind him.

"What now?" he asked.

"First, I think we need to head back," she said as she held up her flashlight so he could see the dimming light. "After that ... I'm not sure. Maybe this book will give us an idea," she continued.

"Yeah, you're probably right but what about this?" he said as he looked at the chest.

"We'll take what we can and then come back for the rest if we need it. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan," he answered as he loaded his backpack with as much as he could carry.

When they exited the cellar, they were surprised to see that the sun was already setting.

"Looks like we were down there a lot longer than I thought," she said.

"Yeah. That's probably why my stomach's growling."

"Typical man," she laughed, "always worried about his stomach."

"Hey!! I happen to have heard a little gut-growling coming from behind me when we were coming back so don't pretend I'm the only one who's hungry."

"You're right," she conceded. "What do ya say to making dinner before we start on this?" she asked as she patted her backpack.

"Sounds good."

They dropped their backpacks in the study before making dinner. Steak, potato, salad and a pot of tea were quickly devoured. Afterwards, they sat in the living room sharing a small bottle of wine. Time slowly slid by as they thought about the day's events.

"Ya know, I'm not sure I'm up to tackling all the stuff we brought back with us," he sighed contently. "What do you think of waiting until tomorrow?"

"Mmmmmmm," she mumbled, sleepily, as she lay her head on his shoulder.

"Come on," he said as he helped her to her feet. With his help they were soon in their room where he helped her get undressed and into bed.

"I love you," he whispered as he slid in next to her.

"I love you too," she mumbled as she cuddled next to him, safely wrapped under her arm.

With the sound of her gentle breathing acting like a lullaby, he quickly drifted off to sleep as well.

The next morning they were both so excited they skipped breakfast with the exception of a pot of tea. Then they grabbed their backpacks and lay them on the table in the study.

"Which first?" he inquired.

Brit looked at both of them before replying. "I don't know. I'm curious about the coins but the book is more likely to give us the answers we've been looking for."

"The book it is then."

He gently pulled the book out of her backpack and set it in front of them. The inlaid gold "F" shimmered while the scene behind the "F" seemed to be 'alive' in the morning light. When they looked closer they could see that the pages within the book were yellowed from age and a few of the edges had crumbled and ripped but there was nothing on the outside to indicate what was within. He carefully opened the book, once again noting the inscription on the front page dedicated to him and Brit.

"You ready?" he sighed as he held his finger poised to turn the page.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she answered, as she moved closer to him.

This book is dedicated to the members of the "Foster" family; past, present and future. It is my hope that it will help answer any questions about our family, its purpose, and in some small way make the transition needed easier ...

When and where the "Foster" lineage began has been lost to time though the first recorded member was an adviser to the Court of William 1st of Scotland in 1184. Since that time there have always been Foster's advising, counseling, and helping those in power. Sometimes the help came in the form of verbal advise but far more often it came in the form of changes made by a family member to insure a leader was in the right place and at the right time, as the saying goes.
To accomplish this, there have always been two members of the family who have been blessed, though some say cursed, with ... hmmmm ... shall we say 'special abilities'. One is always a man and the other a woman, though their roles have changed frequently throughout the ages.

The first member is a 'Watcher'. He or she has the ability to see things that might be considered common place far more accurately than others and how they might, or might not, effect the future. In most cases, what they see is of the near future, but in extremely rare cases it is the distant future. He or she also has the ability to 'know' what the proper course should be EXCEPT, when those things directly affect them. In those cases the 'Watcher' must stumble through life like any other.

A word of warning. The 'Watcher' will see many things in his or her lifetime and with that 'sight' carry the burden of what will happen. Some of the things they see will bring great joy while others, especially those involving disasters, can result in long periods of melancholy and depression. It is for that reason that more than one 'Watcher' has been unable to carry the burden and thus ended their lives. Fortunately, it is with the love and support of a good partner that they carry on.

The second person is the 'Fixer'. This is the person who is directly responsible for making the subtle changes needed to bring about what the 'Watcher' has seen. As I've already said, these changes may be as small as making a comment within hearing of the person who needs direction or, in some cases, becoming far more involved to bring about what needs to be done. To my knowledge, the 'Fixer' has never been directly responsible for a death or disaster.

These then were the roles of JAF and I. I was the 'Watcher' while he, with his many voyages and travels, was the 'Fixer'.

It was during one of those voyages that JAF met a man, who soon became our closest friend. His name was Nathan and, like us, his family had been gifted with certain abilities as well. His gift was to strengthen my ability so that I was able to see far into the future.

It was because of this that I know, without a shred of doubt, that my great-great-great-grandson will fall in love with and, ultimately marry Nathan's great-great-granddaughter. They will live a long and happy life filled with many adventures not the least of which will be the birth of their first son.

It is this young man who, with the combination of the gifts of both families, will change our roles in history. He will not be a 'Watcher' nor a 'Fixer' but will be a 'Leader' and, in time, will provide the guidance needed to help shape the nation.

Love,

BJF

"She's talking about our baby, isn't she?" Brit asked.

"Sure sounds like it."

"What does the rest of the book say?"

Slowly, he turned the page and the next and the next before answering. "Not much. The rest is all about my ancestors, some of the things they did, and some of the day-to-day challenges they had to overcome because they didn't know what the future held for them."

"Ahhhhhh," she whispered as she stood up and headed for the doorway. "I need some time to be alone. I hope you understand."

He nodded, not that she saw it, as she walked away.

The rest of the day he spent emptying the gold coins that they'd found in the chest. Doubloons, Sovereigns, Francs, coins from as far away as China and as close as the local bank were stacked in neat piles on the table.

The sun rose to its height and begun to set before Brit reappeared.

"Hey."

"Hey. Where've you been?"

"I went for a walk."

"Must have been a long walk."

"Yes and no," she replied.

"So where'd you go?"

"To the beach."

"The beach? You mean you went back into the tunnels and down to the beach below the cliffs."

"Yeah."

"WHY?"

"I needed someplace to think," she said, softly. "It felt like the world was pressing in on me. Your great-great-great-grandmother, the book, what it said about my great-great-grandfather, and about." She stopped and gently touched her stomach, "Our baby. It was just too much. I needed space to think ... to breathe."

On one hand, he was angry and frightened of what might have happened to her, but on the other hand he was feeling the same things she'd just described. "Yeah, I understand completely."

"So what do we do?"

"I don't know. Take it one day at a time I guess. See what happens and what we're supposed to do." He suddenly smiled. "After all, my great-great, said we'd have a long life together, didn't she?"

She melted into his arms, burying her head against his shoulder. "I'm just scared."

"I know," he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed her head. "So am I."

That night when they went to bed she cuddled next to him, her head resting on his shoulder as her breasts pressed against his side; yet neither felt the animalistic passion they'd once shared. It was now replaced by a closeness neither had ever experienced before.

It wasn't long before the people in town began to take notice of the two of them walking together, holding hands and with their arms wrapped around each other's waist. Then Brit's stomach began to grow. The people's curiosity turned to shock and then anger at the idea that she was having a baby from the son of the man she'd been dating. Few people seemed happy for them so they stayed in the old house, only to go out for food or to pick up their mail.

Once again time slid by until Brit couldn't take it any longer. "I feel like I'm going stir crazy!!" she yelled one day as she stared out the window. "The same walls, the same view, the same sounds!! I need to get out of here!!"

"Where do you wanna go?"

"I don't know ... anywhere but here."

"Okay. Grab your jacket and let's go."

"You mean it?"

"Yep. I need to get away from here too. I mean, don't get me wrong, but this place can get pretty boring and more than a little stifling."

"Phew," she exhaled. "I thought I was the only one feeling it."

"Nah. It's been getting worse every day. So where do you wanna go?"

"I ... ummmmm ... you're not gonna believe this but I wanna go into town. I wanna walk down the street holding your hand and I wanna kiss you right in the middle of Main Street. I want all the old biddies to see my swollen belly and I want them to know how proud I am to be having our baby. Then I wanna go to a movie and cuddle in each other's arms before we go to dinner at Jake's-on-the-Wharf for some fresh seafood."

He shook his head. "You're nuts."

"Yep! Got a problem with that?"

"Nope," he laughed.

And so they did exactly as she'd asked. They went into town and enjoyed the evening together though the high-point was when one of the women in town kept staring at her. Instead of getting mad or angry, Brit grabbed the front of her top and lifted it yelling, "Take a good look. See how big my belly is? That's because my future husband and I are having a baby. A beautiful baby boy."

The woman blushed and hurried away as the two of them laughed. The laughter quickly melting away as they stood in the middle of Main Street and kissed. It felt as if a million pounds had suddenly been lifted from their shoulders.

"I love you," she whispered when they broke the kiss.

"I know," he replied as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I also know I'm the luckiest guy in the world because I have you."

That night they lay wrapped in each other's arms as they did every night. The feel of their skin touching each other soothed their frayed nerves.

"Gawd, I can't believe how much I needed that," she said, softly.

"Which part? Going into town or freaking out Mrs. O'Hanlon out when you pulled up your top."

She giggled. "Both."

He sighed. "I feel the same way. It's been a rough year; the dreams, the Journal, the book, the pregnancy, the whole thing. I ... I felt like I had to carry the load. You know, the big man, protector bit. But now I realize IT IS the two of us and as long as we're together nothing can beat us."

"That's what I needed to hear," she whispered as she snuggled against him.

The next few months flew by. They finished their book and contacted a publisher who agreed to a limited printing to see how things went. The book sold out in just two weeks with thousands more on back order. Fall came and went with all its glory as the leaves changed and fell. Winter descended on them and the cold winds blew sending freezing rain to coat the trees that surrounded the old house.

Inside, the two of them settled into a relaxing routine until one afternoon in mid January, Brit suddenly cried out, "Jer ... Jer! I think it's time!!"

And so it was. Twenty-one hours later, Jeremiah Andrew Foster, Jr. was born though according to family history he was the 7th family member with that name. He weighed 7 pounds 11 ounces and was 20 inches long and with the exception of a full head of sandy-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes he seemed like a perfectly normal newborn. But within hours, the staff began to suspect what Jer and Brit already knew. Their son was 'special'. His eyes seemed to follow them wherever they went and, even more, he seemed to understand what they were doing. But the biggest surprise was that when he wanted something he raised his hand as if to grab it rather than cry.

Jer and Brit smiled at the whispers around them but didn't say a thing. Instead, they took their little boy home the following morning.

They quickly became a family including schedules for feeding the baby, nap times, bath times, and, most important, learning how to change diapers. In fact, Jer got so good at it that he joked about how he could do it with just one hand.

Then, one afternoon after Brit had put little Jerry down for a nap, she came into the living room where Jer was sitting, the front of her blouse unbuttoned. "You know, you keep bragging about how you can change a diaper one-handed but I remember that once upon a time there was something else you could do with just one hand," she teased as she slid her robe off her shoulders and walked towards him.

She was wearing a dark red bustier with black lace edging and black ties up the front which were partially unlaced since they were barely able to hold her, now, massive breasts in place. In fact, her breasts had grown so large that the tops of her areola were visible above the lace edging.

"Recognize this?" she purred.

"How could I forget? But I thought it was just a dream."

"I thought so too but I'm glad it wasn't. I found it in one of the old trunks in the attic," she said in a low sultry voice as she leaned over him, her globes just barely held in place as her long sandy-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.

"Are you sure about this? I thought the doctor said we had to wait after the baby was born."

"It's been six weeks since the baby was born and I can't remember how many months before that since we'd made love ... and I'm not waiting any longer," she said as her deep-water blue eyes flashed and twinkled.

She suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him and licked her lips seductively as she yanked open his pants to free his cock. It hardened almost instantly, standing proudly at attention and swaying back and forth just an inch from her nose.

"I have something I want to show you," she said as she grasped the shaft and slid her hand up and over the swollen head. "But you have to promise me you won't get mad." She gazed up at him expectantly, her eyes locked on his.

"Okay," he grunted as she slid half of his length into her eager mouth and back out again in one fluid motion. Her lips popped audibly as they released him and she leaned back on her knees. She untied the laces of her top, revealing her chest inch by inch, until with a flourish she untied the last lace, allowing her breasts to spill out. But what drew his attention were the black and blue bruises scattered around the areola.

He looked at her, shocked at what he saw. "Are those from the baby?"

"No," she answered as she looked down at the floor. "They're from me."

"You?"

"Yeah. My tits started to tingle almost constantly as soon as they started filling with milk for the baby. The problem was that the tingling went straight down between my legs and got me soooo horny. I knew you and I couldn't be together so sometimes after you'd gone to sleep I'd slip into the bathroom and suck on my own tits while I fingered my clit. I guess I got carried away a couple of times," she said as she cupped her breasts and lifted them for him to inspect.

Her breasts were huge, each capped by a nipple the size of a pre-school eraser.

He reached out and lifted a breast in each hand, gently cupping and fondling them. "How big are they?"

"36F," she replied as she looked at him.

He reached up to cup each heavy orb. To his surprise the nipples were wet and slippery.

"Mother's milk," she said, seeing his slightly confused look.

"I'd understand if you didn't want to be with me anymore. My tits sag, my belly has a huge roll from the baby and my ass is the size of a watermelon," she pouted.

Ignoring her comment he asked, "And do they still tingle?"

"Not as much anymore."

"Not even when I do this?" he asked as he gently squeezed a nipple.

A drop of milk instantly appeared, accompanied by a deep rumbling in her chest. "Yessssss."

"So you like this?" he asked, squeezing the nipple once again.

"Yessssss."

"In that case," he said as he stood in front of her, his cock pointing straight out from his groin. "Let's go to bed. I think I know just what you need to help you with your problem."

"Well, just so you know, my tits aren't the only 'problem'," she said in a sultry voice as she stood and pulled his hand to the junction between her legs. "I'm wet almost constantly," she continued as a shiver ran up and down her spine from the touch of his hand. The silk of her panties was sticky and wet. "Owwwwwww," she sighed, when he pressed hard, grinding the smooth fabric into her sensitive clit.

They almost ran up the stairs, her nude from the waist up and him from the waist down. The moment their bedroom door was closed, he took her in his arms and kissed her.

Her arms went over his shoulders and locked behind his neck locking his lips against hers. The full, softness of her lips pressed against his. Her tongue slid between his parted lips into his mouth; darting and probing. The urgency of her desire was bursting into flames.

He felt her body pressing against his; her breasts flattened against his T-shirt while his cock brushed against her thigh. A warm, wetness soon began to soak his shirt as her breast milk leaked from her nipples, causing his cock to harden even more.

When they finally broke apart, his T-shirt had two large wet spots shaped like raindrops running down the front.

She blushed at the sight. "Sorry about that."

"I'm not. It just means I have to take it off," he said, as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.

"I guess I should take this off too," she said in a lusty tone, as she slid her panties over her hips.

Now, nude, he got a chance to see her for the first time since giving birth to their son. Her tits were immense, hanging from her shoulders like two large orbs. Her stomach was still slightly bulged and her ass had indeed gotten larger but instead of being turned off, he found himself stirred to even greater passion.

"You're beautiful," he said in a loving tone.

"No I'm not. I'm fat!!"

"I don't think so."

"Really?"

"Really," he replied before continuing. "I don't know if I can explain it but when we first met and became lovers you were like an exotic flower that was just beginning to open but now," he smiled at her, "now, you've blossomed into the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"I didn't know I'd fallen in love with such a poet."

"Just telling the truth."

"Remember how I once told you that flattery will get you everywhere?" she asked in a deep, lusty tone.

"Does that include getting you in bed?"

"Mmmmmm ... I like the sound of that."

So did he but he also realized that after not making love to each other for so long it was likely to be over far too quickly if he followed his instincts. Instead, he climbed up on the bed beside her, gently pushing her over.

"Lay on your stomach."

"Owwww. Gonna take me from behind?" she asked, lewdly.

"Maybe or maybe not," he answered as he straddled her hips; settling back on her upper thighs. "But first," he said as he brushed away her hair and gently kissed the sensitive skin at the base of her neck, "I think I'll do this for awhile." Then he sat up and began to massage the muscles of her neck and shoulders.

"That feels good."

"I thought you might like it."

He alternated between deep muscle rubs and feather-light skin caresses as he moved across her upper body.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred.

"So you like this?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"What woman wouldn't?"

He smiled as he slid his hands down the length of her arms, squeezing and rubbing, before returning to her shoulders.

"I had no idea you knew how to do this," she sighed.

"You never asked."

"I think I'm going to be asking about a lot of things from now on," she whispered, wantonly, as she flexed the muscles of her ass, capturing his hard cock in the crease.

Taking his cue from her reactions, he moved lower. His lips and tongue followed his hands; kissing, licking, sucking and lightly biting her exposed flesh.

"That feels sooooooo good. My back has been killing me ever since my tits got so big."

"Are they going to get smaller after you're done breastfeeding the baby?" he asked curiously.

"Probably, a little."

"Ahhhh. I guess I'm gonna get a lot of practice doing this then," he said as he leaned over, adding weight on his thumbs as he drove them into the taught muscles of her lower back. He watched in fascination as she bit the pillow she'd been laying on.

"Are you okay?" momentarily afraid he'd pressed too hard.

"Never better," she sighed. "It hurts but in a good way."

His only response was to smile and move lower, kneading her buttocks like a mound of bread dough before moving down to her legs.

"Yessssssss."

He moved down her body, massaging her thighs. Her body trembled as he ran his fingernails over her and was rewarded by a groan from her pursed lips. Over and over, his hands slid over her silky, soft skin and ever so slowly, her legs parted. The musky aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils. He leaned forward as his hands slid upwards. His thumbs rubbed along her inner thigh but this time he didn't stop. His fingers moved higher and higher into the junction between her legs, trapping the outer lips of her pussy between his thumbs.

"Arrrggghhhh," she moaned, softly.

He paused for a few seconds, as her body trembled, before pressing his thumbs together.

"Shhhhhhhhh," she hissed like a steam engine.

Once again, he smiled to himself as he slowly began to move his thumbs up and down across her hypersentive flesh.

"Owwwwww. You keep doing that I can't guarantee I'll be able to keep still much longer."

He chuckled as he watched the lips of her pussy darken and swell.

Her hips slowly began to grind against the bed as she fought the sensations coursing through her.

He abandoned her inner thighs, reluctantly, and moved down to the area behind her knees.

"I never knew that could feel so good," she whispered, as he massaged the muscles, alternating between deep pressure and gently rotating the joint.

He felt her muscles relax before moving to her calves and then down to her feet. Gently, he took one of her feet in his hand and began to press and knead the skin around her inner ankle.
"Ohmigod, what are you doing? It feels like my pussy's on fire. I'm gonna ... ohmigod," she wheezed as she suddenly grabbed her pillow and bit it. Her body shook and trembled as she rubbed her pussy against the heavy comforter of the bed until, with a final shudder, she collapsed.

The sight of her juices leaking from between her pussy lips, coating them and her inner thighs, was all he needed to see to confirm he'd found the right spot.

"How did you do that?" she asked, breathlessly.

"A couple of years ago, I was into reflexology because I kept getting back and legs cramps," he replied, nonchalantly. "One of the things I found out is that there are certain areas that can be very ... hmmmmm ... stimulating, shall we say."

"Mmmmmmm, I like it."

"I think you may like this too," he said as he dropped her foot and slid from her, gently pushing her to roll over onto her back.

Her body lay stretched out before him. Her massive tits were laying flat on her chest, the nipples hard and pointing upwards, each covered with a fine sheen of moisture. Her stomach, once flat, was rounded with scattered stretch marks and the arrow above her pussy was gone, replaced by a fine coat of sandy-blonde hair. "Perfect," he sighed.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, an impish grin on her face. "Do you know what your father used to say about the perfect woman?"

He shook his head.

"He used to say that the perfect woman was a complete lady out of bed and a total slut in bed," she said, seductively.

"He always was a smart man but did he ever say anything about what to do if she looked good enough to eat?"

Her eyes sparkled at the double meaning of his comment. "No, but I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"I guarantee it," he said as he scooted up the bed and sat down with his back against the headboard, her head in his lap. His fingers began to rub around her temples in small circles before gliding along her hairline. He watched as her body relaxed as his fingers lightly rubbed across her forehead and brows before descending to the bridge of her nose. Her cheeks and upper lip came next followed by her jaw and chin. His hands slid over the supple skin of her neck and shoulders descending to the upper portion of her breasts.

"I could get used to this," she whispered as she looked up into his eyes.

"And I could get used to this," he replied as his hands encircles her globes, gently squeezing and caressing them.

"Soooo gooooddddd," she moaned, though from the feel of his hands on her breasts or his hardening cock pressing against her back she wasn't sure.

He shifted slightly and wrapped both hands around her breast, squeezing as his hands slid towards her nipples. A drop appeared at the tip, then a stream and suddenly a spray that erupted from her almost like a volcano.

Her hands covered his, pulling one tit upwards. Her head descended at the same time. She opened her mouth, savoring the taste of her milk, until she latched on.

"That looks so sexy," he moaned.

"Um hum," she muttered as she sucked more of her fleshy globe into her mouth.

He slipped from behind her and moved down along her side, his eyes never leaving the sight of her sucking her own tit. When he stopped, he was hovering above her other tit. He looked up at her questioning but she didn't answer.

He leaned forward, surprising her. Instead of taking her nipple into his mouth he took both hands and caught her breast between them, stroking it from the base to the tip. A stream of milk trickled down her breast. He looked at her, grinned impishly, and did it again.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

She nodded and he did it again and again.

"It will come out easier this way," she said as she released her nipple and placed her fingers behind the nipple. She squeezed and pulled outward causing several jets of milk to spray out.

One jet hit him in the face and he jumped back a little, and then laughed. The droplet ran down and landed on his lip. His tongue slid out and licked it off.

"I like the way it tastes. Do it again," he said as he smiled at her.

She smiled in return as she arched her back, bringing her nipple to him.

He leaned closer, mouth open, just as two jets spurted from the distended nipple landing in his mouth. He laughed out loud, and a smile spread from ear to ear. "This is so sexy," he sighed.

She continued to pull on the nipple, her body shivering from the excitement of what she was doing. The lewd sensations were rolling over her and settling between her legs.

"Can I try?" he mumbled as he gently brushed her hands away.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said as she took his hand in hers and showed him where to place his fingers. "Now, pull on it. Mmmmmmmm. Harder ... ohhhhhhhhhhh ... just like that," she sighed.

He groaned as milk spurted out onto his face, into his mouth, and across his chest.

She closed her eyes, letting the thrill of his fingers on her nipple run down to her pussy. "Twist it, lover. Pull on my nipple and twist it. Yesssssssss," she hissed as she felt his other hand cup and lift her breast as if to weigh it.

The bed springs squeaked as he shifted, moving closer to her and then latching onto her distended nipple, sucking on it until he felt her milk spray into his mouth.

Her eyes popped open and as she looked down. She saw his brown eyes looking back up at her. His lips were wrapped around a nipple, and as she watched his cheeks bowed inward sucking the nipple deeper into his mouth.

"Ohhhh...," she moaned. "Yessssss. Just like that. Suck my tit. That feels sooooo good," she sighed as she felt his tongue move over the nipple. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and forcing more of her swollen breast into his mouth as he sucked the warm, sweet liquid from it.

As if with a mind of its own, her hand slid down across her stomach and settled on her sopping pussy. She slipped her finger into her crevice, down further till it slipped into the wetness. She was drenched. Then, she moved her finger back up a little and touched the wet, slick finger to her swollen clit causing her to take a long, deep breath.

He continued to suck on her breast; his hands kneaded it, pulling forward on her nipple, helping her milk to flow into his mouth.

All the while, her finger moved faster and faster over her clit bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

Sensing what she was doing, he released her tit and slid a hand down her body, over her thigh, and into the junction between her legs. He covered her hand holding it in place, her finger pressed against her clit.

"I thought that was my job."

"I can't help myself," she panted. "You've got me so horny."

"Maybe I should help," he whispered as he gently pushed her hand aside and slid his finger into the crease of her pussy, coating it with her juices before moving up to her clit.

She groaned as he stroked across it's firm head, peeping out of its sheath.

Shifting, he moved his hand so he had his thumb and forefinger on either the side of the hood, slowly rubbing up and down, teasing and tantalized the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Arrrgghhhh," she moaned.

He continued by gently rolling his fingers around and around her clit head as his finger traced the furrow of her pussy. She shivered with delight as she felt the muscles of her pussy spasm.

He moved down and tenderly kissed her stomach, inhaling the musky aroma of her arousal. Inch by inch he continued; kissing her navel, her hips, and the patch of sandy-blonde above her womanly treasure before sliding down to kiss her thighs.

His lips felt like feathers floating over her flesh causing goose bumps to appear as her breathing became more and more irregular.

"What are you doing to me?" she gasped.

"Nothing I haven't done before," he teased.

She continued as if she hadn't heard his response, "I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life."

As he slid further down on the bed, she spread her legs, exposing her pussy.

"My pussy feels like it's on fire," she moaned. "Look at how turned on you've got me." Her nether lips were red and swollen from excitement and a trail of juices ran from her opening into the crease of her ass.

He bent down just a little and planted a kiss on her mound, running a finger up and down her wet slit.

"Ohh, yes, fuck my pussy," she sighed as he slid a finger deep as he could inside her, and then drew it upward to stroke her clit with the wet finger. Her clit was hard and erect. He stroked it over and over until, in one brief second, her hips shot up toward his hand and her fingers dug into his back. Her pussy gushed fluids out onto his hand. He ran it up and down her pussy, as he continued to stroke her clit again and again. She came, and came, and came. How many times he wasn't sure, her movements were so frantic and intense it may have been one long climax. Finally, she pushed his hand away and lay there, gasping for breath as she watched him bring his finger to his mouth. "He's actually tasting my pussy juice," she thought to herself as she reached down and caressed his face.

He smiled at her before he lowered his face between her legs.

She spread her thighs and pulled her knees up to touch her breasts. She was wide open for him; spread and waiting.

He looked at her spread pussy and slipped his tongue out. It was long and hard, reminding her of his cock. She shivered at just the thought of his tongue slipping inside her.

"I feel like such a slut like this ... yet, I feel so ... ummmm ... vulnerable at the same time," she sighed.

"And which do you like most?" he asked as he lifted his head and looked up at her through the cleavage of her breasts.

She hesitated as his hands stoked her thighs, before moving between her legs and capturing her inner lips between his fingers. When she still didn't answer, he pulled on them. Her body shivered but still she didn't say a word. He looked up at her and pulled just a little harder, to see her reaction. She seemed to enjoy the pain and cried out, "Yessss," as he pulled.

"Ohh, that feels so wonderful, just a little harder, pull them more, and stretch them. Hurt me, lover."

"You still haven't answered my question," he teased.

She answered by dropping her legs and hooking her heels in his armpits to pull him towards her wanton pussy. "Both," she replied though he barely heard her as he lowered his head to the cleft between her legs.

Reality seemed to suddenly overrun her thoughts as she realized that this was the first time he'd ever gone down on her other than in their dreams. "We've been together over a year and in our dreams we've sucked and fucked each other more times than I can count but this ..." she faltered as she quickly raised her hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle to keep from screaming as his tongue slid into my pussy; quickly, deeply, and wonderfully.

"His tongue feels so good," she thought as she felt it slide inside her, wiggling and probing, as his lips pressed against her nether lips in a deep kiss. She could feel his tongue twirling inside her drawing her juices out into his waiting mouth.

"She's so fucking wet and she tastes so good," he thought at the same time as his head moved up and down the length of her pussy, licking and nibbling at her lips while her juices flowed from her.

Her whole body seemed to tense and relax over and over as he teased her womanly treasure until his lips went to her clit and sucked it hard, rubbing his tongue over and over its head.

She exploded again, this time coming so hard her hips shot off the bed. Her mouth opened in a scream that never came and her back arched upwards driving her pussy against his face as she grabbed his hair, locking him in place.

He kept his lips and tongue glued to her pussy, an arm wrapped over her leg, holding on, as her hips bounced up and down on the bed.

Never in her life had she come so hard. It went on and on until she went limp and collapsed on the bed. When she came to moments later he was kneeling at the end of the bed staring at her. The sight before her made her laugh, softly, at the combination of the worried look and her juices running from his nose and chin.

"Are you okay?"

"Perfect ... absolutely perfect," she purred. "There's only one more thing I need," she whispered as she reached out to him.

He crawled toward her on his hands and knees, making it a point to come between her legs. Automatically her legs spread open. It was as if she knew what he was going to do.

"I have to tell you something."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I'm probably gonna come pretty quick since it's been so long but I'll make it up to you."

"And how are you gonna do that?" she asked, already suspecting she knew the answer.

"By staying hard for a long, long time afterwards."

"I never doubted that for a moment," she purred. "Now, put it in me. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel you fill me and feel your cum squirt against the back of my pussy. Don't hold back. I wanna feel it filling me."

Her pussy took him in one, long slow, thrust. He could feel the outer lips of her pussy wrap around the base of his cock while the muscles inside clenched and unclenched on his shaft. He tried to lay still for a second or two to gain control of himself but the longer he lay there the more he felt her pussy gripping and drawing him in. The glazed look in her eyes told him she wanted this as much as he did.

Withdrawing, he took several deep strokes into her pussy and then one long, hard thrust, burying his cock deep inside her. He grunted, "Cumming," as he sent a load of cum deep in her pussy.

"FUCK," she yelled as her legs locked around his waist and pulled him deeper inside. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his mouth to her ruby red lips. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, fucking it like his cock was fucking her pussy. He could feel the cum leaking out around his cock and down onto his balls as they were held tightly against her ass.

When she finally broke free, she looked at him, a strange look in her eyes. "I can't believe you came that fast and filled me that much! I could feel your cum splashing against the inside of me like a wave pounding against the cliffs. Are you sure there is more left in there?"

"I warned you ... but I also promised I wouldn't let you go away disappointed," he said softly as he flexed his hips making his cock bounce and grow inside of her.

"Mmmmmmmm. I like the feel of that," she purred. "But now it's my turn," she finished as she pushed him over onto his back.

She quickly straddled his body. Together they watched as she took his cock in her hand and guided it to her dripping pussy before slowly settling into his lap. After what seemed like ages, their pubic bones came together, and she sat there motionless, her head thrown back, her hands resting on the bed behind her. And yet, she wasn't motionless. the muscles of her pussy began to expand and contract, almost rippling from bottom to top.

Her eyes closed as she took his shaft into her depths, languishing in the feel, and when she leaned forward to place her hands on his shoulders, her tits swayed within inches of his face.

"This feels soooooo good," she whispered.

Slowly, she started rocking back and forth on his cock. And every time she lifted a little he could see his cock slide from her tunnel, more and more of her juices combined with his cum, coating it. She ground her clit onto his pelvic bone as he watched the look on her face grow more and more intense

His hips began to respond as he lifted them to meet her thrusts, and they soon developed an easy natural rhythm with each other. Just before she got to the top, he would start down. And just before she would get to the bottom, he would start to thrust up again. It seemed like hours passed as they fucked that way; slow, cool, easy, no urgency at all, both of them seemingly with the idea of making it last as long as humanly possible.

Ever so slowly, their rhythm began to increase. He slid his cock in and out of her with longer, deeper strokes. She lay herself down upon him, her tits crushing down on him, her milk leaking across his chest as her mouth found his, desperately sucking on his lips and tongue, as he sucked on hers. Their strokes became long and firm, his cock pulling out almost to the head, than slamming back in, hitting bottom, withdrawing again, and all the while the muscles of her pussy contracting on the uptake, relaxing on the thrust. He could feel himself moving closer to another orgasm, and pulled her body tightly against his. His breath was coming more shallowly, and he began arching his back, just as she'd done earlier, trying to drive as much of his cock into her molten core as he could.

"That's it ... Fuck me ... Fuck me good and hard. Arrgghhhhh! Just like that!!" she groaned as she sat up, taking a breast in each hand. "Now ... ohmigod ... gonna give us both a treat," she continued as she squeezed her nipples. Streams of mother's milk erupted from the tips landing on his stomach, chest, and face as it flowed downwards over her breasts to pool between her legs.

He watched in amazement as her milk covered them while instinctively grabbing her at her waist to hold her as she slid up and down the length of his cock.

"Yesssssss ... That's it ... Just like that ... That's what I need ... Fuck me harder ... Give me your cock ... Fuck me hard and deep ... Let me feel your cum shoot in my pussy baby ... Fill me with your cum!!"

Spurred on by her lusty request, he thrust himself up from the bed plunging his cock into her.

"Yes ... yes ... harder ... ohhhhhhh ... Fuck me harder!!" she wailed. She was going wild, her body thrashing above his as she pulled on her tits driving both of them to a level of passion that neither had even known.

"Aaahhh ... Deeper baby, deeper ... Yessssssss ... that's it ... Ram that cock into me ... Oooh ... Oooh ... Yes ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fill my pussy with your cock!!"

"Almost there," he gasped as he felt her muscles lock around his cock like a velvety-vice.

"I know. Me too. Your cock feels so big and hard. Just hold on a little bit longer. I want us to cum together ... just a little bit more."

Using every ounce of willpower, he held off for as long as he could, until finally knew he couldn't hold it any more. "I ... I ... cummmming ... arrrrrgh!!" he croaked as his cock began to jerk inside her. He felt the first shot of his cum explode into her.

The feel of his cum splattering inside, coating her pussy triggered her own orgasm. She pushed her weight up onto her hands, arched her back, and screamed, "Arghhhhhhhhh!! Cum with me!! Fill me with your cum!"

Again and again his cock erupted, shooting strand after strand deep within her, and again and again her pussy shuddered as she came too. It was as if they'd entered their own personal paradise.

Her body, still quivering in orgasm for the second time that night, continued slowly rising and falling on his spent manhood, trying to milk it for all it was worth. And when her orgasm finally began to fade away, she stretched out resting her body against his. She kissed him deeply and lovingly, their arms wrapped around one another, holding each other as closely as possible, as the afterglow of their lovemaking settled over them.

His cock stayed inside her pussy, held in place by her inner muscles, and neither said a word as the afterglow of their lovemaking settled over them until she finally lifted her head from his shoulder and whispered, "I'm not sure how but it seems that each time we make love is better than the one before."
"If that's your way of saying 'I Love You' than 'I Love You too."

"Actually," she giggled, "That was my way of saying that I've never been this satisfied in my life. In fact, I hate the idea of you taking your cock out of me."

"Well, sooner or later it's gonna come out on its own but I'm in no hurry," he replied as he pulled her back down on top of him.

"Thank you," she said softly, breaking the silence that enveloped them.

"For what?"

"Loving me."

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as possible as he whispered into her ear. "It's my pleasure."

Shortly afterwards, the coolness of the night air flowing across their wet, naked skin made them shiver so he carefully pulled the blankets over them. What neither noticed was the yellow piece of paper that fell to the floor.

It read:

He won't be the only baby born in this old house.

But that's another story, for another time.