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 Title: Summer at the Coopers


Summary: High school grad gets his dream girl.
Keywords: inc,fic,erotic



   Sweat poured down my face as I pedaled my mountain bike toward my best
friend Jake Cooper's house.  It was only eleven o'clock in the morning, but
it was already close to ninety degrees and humid, and I was looking forward
to diving into the Coopers' pool.  I was wearing a white tank top, tie-dyed
board shorts, Oakley sunglasses and a pair of old Nikes.  Jake and I had
just graduated from high school and we were looking forward to a summer
filled with parties before we went to Penn State.

   My mother Bridget and her husband Walter left the house after breakfast
to play tennis at their country club and have lunch with one of Walter's
endless array of business contacts.  Walter married my mother when I was
twelve and he was never bothered by my refusal to refer to him as my
stepfather.  In fact, he seemed content to do as little parenting as
possible.

   My parents got divorced when I was ten.  My dad Jay decided he liked
vodka and twenty-one year old girls better than he liked being a husband
and a father.  I see him about once a month and we talk on the phone about
once a week.  Almost every time we talk, he brags about the latest "hottie"
his combination of good looks and a healthy bank account nabbed him;
sometimes, he even sends me pictures of some of his "conquests" asleep in
his bed once the transaction was completed.  It's disturbing to think
you're more mature at eighteen than your father is at forty-two.

   My mom Bridget was her daddy's little girl, a pampered princess who, as
near as I could tell, was bred for two purposes: marrying a man who was
almost as rich as Grampa and producing an heir for Grampa's money.  When
Dad left us, Mom went into a little tail spin.  For weeks, she sat around
the house, looking dazed while the housekeepers worked around her. 
Eventually, Mom shook off Dad's rejection and commenced auditions for
"Husband 2.0." Bridget made my role in the audition process very clear - I
was to look handsome, be on my best behavior and speak as little as
possible as Bridget paraded a series of doctors, lawyers and Wall Street
types through our house in search of a new and improved life partner, one
who would put the original model to shame.

   I felt sorry for Bridget.  Instead of encouraging her to be independent
and carve out her own place in the world, my grandparents raised her to
believe she couldn't be complete unless there was a man at her side at all
times.  When Dad pulled his disappearing act, instead of going into therapy
or "finding herself," she went all "American Idol," scouring the
surrounding counties and states for the man who would make her feel whole
again.  I was happy for her when she found Walter, especially because he
expressed no interest in insinuating himself into my life.  He had a hedge
fund to run, and no time for distractions like Little League, high school
football or school plays.  Walter had an apartment in the city where he
spent most nights.  When Walter came by the house, it was usually to whisk
Bridget off to some black tie event or to weekends in the Hamptons or
international vacations.  Each time, before they left, she explained that
it wasn't that they didn't want me to join them, they just didn't want to
bore me with all of their "grown up" stuff.

   Having an adolescent father, an absentee step-dad and a flighty mother
might have screwed me up royally; instead, it made having the Coopers in my
life pretty damn special.  Hank Cooper and my dad were college roommates,
and they started a very successful software company together.  Jake and I
were born in the same hospital a month apart and we basically grew up
together.  The Coopers' three story house is filled with photos that depict
the growth of the family, and it seems like I'm in almost all of them,
going back to when I was a baby.  When my parents split, my dad also quit
the company, but that didn't change my relationship with the Coopers.  When
Bridget started the audition process, I started spending more and more time
with them.  I would have dinner and sleep over in Jake's room four or five
nights a week.  I think Bridget was actually happy there were people so
eager to look after me, allowing her to continue the hunt for "Husband 2.0"
with minimal inconvenience.

   Jake's mom, Cindy, is the warmest, most loving person I've ever known.
Many of my earliest memories are of Cindy's warm blue eyes, her brilliant
smile and her infectious laugh.  As I grew up, Cindy was the person I
always looked to when I had a question or needed advice.  She was always
there for me, at all of the biggest events of my young life.  I spent much
of my early life wishing that Cindy could have been my mother.  As I
entered adolescence, however, and the hormones started kicking in, I began
appreciating her more for the beautiful woman she is, and I found myself
wishing I could marry her.

   If Cindy Cooper was the first love of my life, Jake's older sister
Denise, or Dee Dee, as everyone called her, was definitely my first object
of desire.  I was responsible for her nickname.  Dee Dee was two when Jake
and I were born.  According to her mother, Dee Dee loved playing with us,
almost as if we were living dolls.  As I was learning to speak, I couldn't
say "Denise;" instead it came out as "Dee Dee." Jake quickly picked it up,
and her parents found it so adorable the name stuck.  Dee Dee never seemed
to mind the name we'd given her.  As we all grew up, she was Dee Dee to all
her friends, family and even some of her teachers.

   As it turned out, the nickname was apt.  Dee Dee's breasts sprouted when
Jake and I were eight and she was ten.  As we got older, her breasts seemed
to grow exponentially.  It wasn't a complete surprise, as Mrs.  Cooper was
a 36 D herself (a fact I ascertained when I was twelve, by helping Mrs. 
Cooper with the laundry and sneaking peeks at the tags on some of her
bras.) Dee Dee got a genetic second helping, however, and she fully lived
up to her nickname by the time she turned seventeen.

   At five feet eight inches and one hundred thirty pounds, Dee Dee made
one hell of a package, with sunny blond hair she let grow down to the
middle of her back and a butt she kept firm and round by cheerleading and
playing softball and volleyball during high school.  Though we'd basically
grown up together, I'd always had feelings for Dee Dee that were more than
brotherly.  Jake loved slugging me in the gut and calling me a pervert
whenever he caught me staring at his sister for more than three seconds.

   Throughout my adolescence, Dee Dee was just out of reach, separated from
me by a gap of two years, which felt more like two eternities to me.  The
older high school guys started noticing Dee Dee's body when she turned
fifteen; if there had been any chance she might notice me before that, it
was game over at that point.  Dee Dee, Jake and I attended the same prep
school for four years.  I'd see her in the halls, but she never
acknowledged my existence.  She was always surrounded by jocks or
chattering with her fellow cheerleaders.

   I was limited to fantasies of Dee Dee, and I enjoyed plenty of them.  I
regularly relieved my aching libido with visions of her spectacular body,
even on nights when I slept over at Jake's house.  The family would sit
down for dinner, then we'd hang out, watching T.V.  or playing games.  I'd
sneak as many glances at Dee Dee as I could without getting called out. 
Eventually, I'd head to the bathroom and let my imagination run wild. 
After Dee Dee graduated and headed to the University of Michigan, I only
saw her a handful of times, at Thanksgiving and on her winter breaks; she
spent the summer after her freshman year of college living and working in
New York City.  I dated Becky Anderson, one of the smartest students in my
class, during my last two years of prep school, but Dee Dee never
completely disappeared from my thoughts, or my fantasies.

   I reached six feet tall by the time I turned eighteen, just before my
senior year of high school.  I wore my brown hair down below the collar of
my shirt.  I was a pitcher and outfielder on the baseball team in high
school, while Jake was an all-state wrestler.  We spent loads of time in
the weight room, so I carried one hundred ninety pounds on a muscular
frame, while Jake was five-eight, just like his sister, and a rock solid
one seventy-five.  Jake earned a wrestling scholarship to Penn State, while
I was going to try and walk on with the baseball team as a non-scholarship
player.  Bridget's head nearly exploded when I told her I was going to Penn
State; she was sure I meant the University of Pennsylvania, but I had no
interest in an Ivy League pedigree.  When we were ten years old, Jake and I
vowed that we'd stick together for life, and I was going to stand by that
promise.

   My dad and Hank Cooper took their company public when Jake and I were
nine.  As Jay still likes to say whenever he brings it up, "Wall Street ate
it up like they were eating sushi off Kate Upton's naked body." My dad took
the pile of money he made off the I.P.O.  as a sign from God that it was
time to fulfill his destiny as the playboy of the western world; within a
year, he'd divorced Bridget and left the company.

   Hank Cooper went in a different direction.  Around the time my dad left
the company, Mr.  Cooper bought a three acre parcel of land five miles away
from my house and built a three story house from the ground up.  It was a
majestic piece of architecture, with a slate gray exterior, six bedrooms
(including one that was designated for me,) a computer lab and a library on
the third floor, a fully automated kitchen and a media room the size of a
small movie theater in the basement, with an eighty inch hi-def screen,
surround sound, and enough leather couches and recliners to have a party of
forty.  Behind the house, there was a twenty-five yard swimming pool, a hot
tub and a deck attached to the second floor, where the family held cookouts
every other weekend in the summer.  Gardening was one of Mrs.  Cooper's
passions; the grounds included flower and vegetable gardens and a
greenhouse, where Mrs.  Cooper grew orchids and tropical plants that she
sold on line.

   There was a half mile private access road leading from the main road to
the house, and a small forest of pine and oak trees surrounding the
grounds, creating a sense of intimacy.  I rode my bike up the driveway and
leaned it against the detached four car garage, which was about a hundred
feet away from the house.  I walked around to the back of the house.  Jake
was standing on the diving board, bouncing up and down with his back facing
me.

   "Yo, asshat!" I yelled as I dropped my backpack, bike helmet and Oakleys
on one of the patio tables near the pool.

   "What took you so long, shit head?" Jake yelled before doing a back flip
into the pool, splashing me as much as he could.

   "Bridget insisted on having a family breakfast," I said as Jake
surfaced. "I guess she wanted to throw me a curveball, going into parental
mode.  She wanted to know what my plans for the summer are.  Guess what
happened next."

   "What?" he said with a laugh as he floated on his back in the crystal
clear water.

   "Walter offered me a job, no, wait, an 'internship," I said, making air
quotes with my fingers.  "He said I would work with one of the brokers at
his firm, get my feet wet in the family business.  He actually called it
the family business."

   "What did you say?"

   "I told him I'd think about it," I said as I made a jerking off motion
with my fist.  "Bridget got a little pissed.  I guess she thought I'd jump
at the chance to have some bonding time with Walter."

   "Maybe she's concerned about her son's future," a warm voice said from
behind me.  I turned and felt my heart swell as Cindy Cooper approached the
pool, carrying a tray that held a pitcher of lemonade and two tall glasses
filled with ice.  She was wearing a sleeveless, royal blue cotton sun dress
with a white floral design.  The scooped neckline showed off just a hint of
cleavage, while the dress hugged her svelte torso and shapely hips before
coming down to her knees.  She was wearing brilliant white, open-toed
sandals on her feet and dangling silver earrings.  Mrs.  Cooper was a
competitive swimmer in college, and she swam every morning at sunrise, when
it was warm enough.  There were more than a few mornings after I slept over
at the Coopers' that I set the alarm on my cell phone early enough to get
to a window overlooking the pool and watch Mrs.  Cooper knifing through the
crystal clear water.  She even made one-piece suits look sexy.  The
brightness of the blue dress combined with her shoulder-length blond hair
to give her a sunny glow.  I walked over to the table as she poured the two
glasses full of lemonade.

   "Good morning, David," Mrs.  Cooper said, smiling as she opened her arms
wide to hug me.  She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.
"It's normal for a mother to be concerned about her child's future, and
sometimes to even try to nudge them in what she thinks is a positive
direction." Her voice rose as she took a step back and looked over my
shoulder toward the pool.  I turned and watched Jake floating on his back,
deliberately avoiding responding to his mother.  "It's O.K.," she said.  "I
just keep talking to him and trust that some of what I'm saying will stick
there."

   "I don't know," I said skeptically.  "With a head as thick as his, most
of it will probably just bounce off."

   "Bite me, ass face!" Jake yelled before laughing maniacally and flipping
himself over in the water a couple of times.  Jake loved acting like a lazy
sack of shit who cared about nothing more than the next piece of ass he
could get his hands on but, in reality, Jake was a gifted computer system
designer who was going to end up working with his dad if he didn't have a
startup of his own, as well as a state champion wrestler.  Jake loved
staying up on line late into the night, long after everyone else had fallen
asleep, trading ideas and talking computer design with people all over the
world.

   "There's a pizza baking in the oven," Mrs.  Cooper said.  "It will be
ready to come out in a minute.  I believe Jake has a movie marathon set up
in the media room."

   "Marvel movie marathon," Jake yelled.  "Both Hulks, Thor, the first
Captain America and the Avengers." The Coopers' media room, with an
eighty-inch high-def TV, surround sound and leather couches and reclining
chairs, was perfect for a couple of teenaged superhero junkies.

   "Just try and come out of it with your sight and hearing intact, honey,"
Mrs.  Cooper said.  "I'll be at Aunt Juliet's house, helping her set up for
Sharon's bridal shower.  I should be home by six."

   "Thanks, Mom," Jake yelled before he started swimming.

   "I love you, Jake," Mrs.  Cooper said.  "David, would you come in to the
kitchen and help me with the pizza?"

   I looked back at Jake, who was gliding through the water, then I
followed Mrs.  Cooper into the kitchen.  I knew my "helping" her was likely
to consist of listening as she offered her opinion on Walter's job offer.
She walked past the long white marble counter in the middle of the kitchen
and opened the oven.  The aroma of tomatoes, cheese and herbs immediately
came wafting out, making my stomach rumble.  Using two oven mitts, Mrs. 
Cooper pulled the pizza stone out of the oven and rested it on the counter.
The pizza was covered with peppers, spinach and zucchini.  Mrs.  Cooper
insisted that if she were going to make us pizza, it was going to be
veggie.

   "Now," she said as she walked out from behind the counter, "what is so
terrible about spending the summer working at Walter's firm?"

   "Bridget and Walter know very well I have no interest in spending my
life doing finance stuff," I said with a shrug.  "The thought of sitting in
an office all day, convincing people to hand over their money, makes my
skin crawl.  You know I want to become a writer, work on a newspaper or
magazine, and write books."

   "Which you will be very good at," she said with a smile on her face. 
"You're a brilliant writer; I was so proud when you got your short story
published last year.  However, I can think of three very good reasons for
you to work with Walter this summer."

   "Name them," I said skeptically.

   "First, it will make your mother very happy to see you bonding with
Walter."

   "Happiness is a temporary state with Bridget," I said, shaking my head.
"She'll find something else to worry about within a day."

   "Second, this is a gesture from Walter, reaching out to you."

   "This is Walter trying to get Bridget off his back," I said caustically,
"while stashing me in some cubicle where he wouldn't have to look at me
more than once or twice a week."

   "Third, I want you to do this, for me." She slipped her arms around my
waist, leaned in close and pressed her lips against my cheek.  "I am so
proud of the young man you've become, David, and I'm looking forward to the
many great things you are going to do in the future.  I think you should
take this opportunity to try something different, learn something new. 
I'll bet whatever you learn will end up being very valuable to you, down
the road."

   She smiled at me with her brilliant white teeth and focused the
concentrated beams of love in her cornflower blue eyes on me, and I knew
the argument was over.  Jake and I called it her "mom vision," and I'd yet
to meet anyone who could resist it.

   "That is so unfair," I said as I pulled back from her.  "You know I'd do
anything for you."

   "I'm only asking you to do it because I know it will be good for you,"
she said, reaching out to brush my cheek with her fingers.  "It doesn't
matter whether you want a career in finance.  It will be valuable
experience that will be useful to you one day, maybe as the subject for
your first best-selling novel."

   "If that happens, I'll have to dedicate it to you," I said as we both
laughed.  "Fine," I said.  "I'll do it, but I'll expect a reward from you
later on this summer."

   "Who knows?" she said with a sweet smile.  "If you play your cards
right, maybe you'll get a special reward." She leaned back into me, gave me
a quick peck on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen.  I could swear I
heard her giggling as she walked away.

   "What does that mean?" I called out after her.

   She waved without looking back at me.  I followed and watched her walk
to the front door.  She paused, gathering her purse and checking for her
car keys.  After a second, she turned and walked out of the house.  I was
only joking when I talked about getting a reward for taking her advice. 
Beyond everything they'd done for me, the Coopers hosted a blow-out
eighteenth birthday party for me and Jake in November and a graduation
party only a week before, with the whole senior class roaming all over
their property, and they'd given me a four hundred dollar Swiss watch as a
graduation present.

   I decided to head back out to the pool and grab a quick dip while the
pizza cooled.  I closed the sliding door behind me, kicked off my sneakers,
stripped off my shirt and ran toward the pool, leaping at the last moment
and cannonballing my way into the water.  Jake picked up a volleyball that
was floating on the surface of the water and flung it at me.  I dove to my
right to avoid the ball and swam after it.  In eighth grade, Jake and I
took a swimming class where we spent half the time playing water polo. 
Jake adapted the idea into water dodge ball, where we accumulated points
depending on what body part we nailed our opponent.  Arms and legs were
worth 200 points, the chest worth 300 points.  Head shots were worth 500
points.  If you managed to nail an opponent in the nuts, you were
immediately declared the victor.  The great thing about the game is it
could be played one-on-one, or in teams up to four-on-four, depending on
the size of the pool.  We swam around the pool, dodging and taunting each
other as we flung the ball in our best attempts to bruise each other all
over our bodies.

   At one point, Jake shot up out of the water and, with a primal scream,
fired the ball, aiming at my head.  When I ducked, the ball flew out of the
pool, toward the patio.  We both chortled as I swam over and climbed out of
the pool.  I jogged over to the patio and knelt down to pick up the ball.

   "Nice to know some things never change," a soft voice purred.  I looked
up and saw Dee Dee standing in front of me, wearing a day-glow pink bikini
top that barely contained her massive chest, a wraparound pink skirt on
bottom and pink flip-flops with little jewel colored flowers on the thong.
She had a large pink bag hooked over her right arm.  As I stared at her, I
realized her long blond mane had been shorn away into a pixie cut, with
little wisps of hair around her ears and bangs across her forehead.  Her
lips were bright pink as well.  She completed the outfit with pink,
mirrored sunglasses.  As I stood up, all the blood in my body suddenly
rushed into my groin and I was painfully aware of how hard I was inside my
board shorts.

   "Aren't you going to say hello, Davey?" she giggled as she put the bag
down and slipped her arms around my waist.  She kissed my cheek and pressed
her luscious body right up against mine.  She started gently grinding her
pelvis into mine, and I knew that she had to know how hard my cock was at
that moment.

   "You feel really good, stud," Dee Dee whispered in my ear, then she
moaned softly as she pressed against my suddenly throbbing shaft.

   "Excuse me," Jake said loudly, making us both turn our heads.  "Would
you two mind getting a room before I throw up in the pool?  It's really a
bitch to clean."

   "Quiet, shit head," Dee Dee said, taking the ball away from me and
flinging it at her brother, nailing him in the chest.  She'd pitched for
the high school softball team and her arm hadn't lost very much power.  As
she followed through with the throw, she reached down and wrapped her hand
around my erect shaft.  She gave me a hard squeeze, making my knees buckle
and eliciting a rumbling groan from me.

   "Very nice, stud," she whispered before letting go and walking toward
the edge of the pool.  "I came out to inform you that your pizza is ready.
You two shit heads would probably let the house burn down rather than
interrupt your game of 'Who Wants a Concussion?" Dee Dee walked over to one
of the lounge chairs that sat around the pool.

   "Did I forget to tell you her royal highness is gracing us with her
presence this summer?" Jake said before swimming over to the ladder and
climbing out of the pool.  "She's going to be working for Dad, learning the
art of public relations, which is basically getting paid to jerk people
off, and Deeds is already an expert at that!" Jake shook himself off,
spraying his sister.

   "Get away from me, troll!" Dee Dee screamed as she jumped to avoid the
water, her melons bouncing as she tried to avoid the spray.  "I already
took a shower this morning, you jerk!" She stood next to the lounge chair,
her back to me as she took off her skirt.  A tiny pink bikini bottom gave
her voluptuous ass about as much coverage as the top did her breasts.  She
bent over slowly, sticking her ass in the air as she picked up a towel that
was sitting on the seat and spread it out over the chair.  She sat down,
looking right at me as she stretched out.

   "Pizza's getting cold, bro!" Jake ran past me, headed for patio door.  I
headed the other way, walking over to the lounge chair where Dee Dee was
stretching her arms over her head, making her already mountainous tits
stick out even more.

   "Nice to see you, Dee Dee," I said, grinning as I stood over her.  "Nice
to see so much of you, too."

   "You like it?" she asked, smiling coyly.  "I bought it last month.  Mom
told me you and Becky Anderson broke up."

   Becky and I dated for two years and we had plenty of good times
together. We took each other's virginity on the night of my eighteenth
birthday party, in the bedroom I slept in at the Coopers'.  Becky, the
class valedictorian, was going to Stanford in the fall, and her parents
took her on a month-long trip to Europe as a graduation present.  Becky
decided that we should break up right after the prom; she wanted to have
time to get over it before she went to Europe, so she'd be in the mood to
flirt with French and Italian guys.  At that moment, standing in front of
Dee Dee, I had to admit that Becky was a genius.

   "It's so sad," Dee Dee said as she stifled a yawn.  "It's my first day
back, the sun's out and I want to get a nice tan, but there's nobody around
who can put the sunscreen everywhere I need it." As she spoke, she reached
up and pulled the cups of her bikini top away from her enormous breasts,
exposing her large, pink areolae and fully erect nipples.  "Maybe you could
do it, Davey.  Oh wait, you're going to be watching movies with Jake all
afternoon.  Too bad." With that, she reached into her tote bag, pulled out
her cell phone and began checking her text messages.

   I turned and walked back to the house.  My head was spinning, my knees
were weak and my cock was threatening to rip my shorts off.  After years
enjoying of lurid fantasies about her, Dee Dee had just exposed herself to
me, without as much as a second thought.  I walked into the kitchen.  Jake
was standing at the counter, shoveling a slice of veggie pizza into his
mouth.  I used the pizza cutter to cut myself a slice and tried to imagine
a way I could cut myself loose from Jake without making it obvious I was
going after his sister.  Jake always knew I had a thing for Dee Dee, but he
just laughed it off, never thinking she'd be seriously interested in me.  I
couldn't imagine what he would have said if he'd witnessed Dee Dee flashing
me by the pool.

   "So, what's first?" Jake asked as he picked up another slice of pizza.
"We could start with the first Hulk and go in chronological order.  Or we
could start with Avengers and go in reverse order, or we could start with
Thor, since he's my favorite.  What do you think?"

   I was so desperate I was thinking of faking a phone call from Bridget
saying Walter was at the ER having a heart attack when Jake's cell phone
started ringing on the breakfast table.  Jake walked over to the table and
picked up the phone.

   "Yo, what's up?" Jake said, as he did to everyone who called his cell
phone, including his parents.  "Sally?  Baby, are you back in town?" A wide
grin crossed his face.  "Three days?" He looked at me.  "Yeah, I can do
that, I just have to take care of one thing.  I can pick you up in an hour.
Yeah, I remember that thing you can do with your tongue, baby.  I'll be
there in thirty minutes!"

   He put down the phone, looking like he'd just parachuted into a room
full of naked porn stars.  Then he looked at me, as if he was trying to
figure out how mad I was going to be.

   "Dude, do you remember Sally Parker, the head cheerleader from our
junior year?  She went to Michigan last year and she's back in town for a
couple of days.  Guess who she called first?"

   "Her ex-boyfriend, Greg Lloyd," I said sarcastically.

   "You know I was banging her the last three months she was dating him,"
Jake said with a smug grin.  "Anyway, Sally says she's in town for a couple
of days before she heads to New York for a summer job, and she can't stand
the idea of missing out on riding the J-Train while she's here."

   "Dude, what about bros before hoes?" I said, trying to sound as pathetic
as I possibly could.

   "Sally Parker is not your average ho, son," Jake said.  "She does this
thing her tongue when she's got my cock in her mouth,"

   "Stop right there!" I cried out, putting my hands over my ears.  "I've
told you before; I do not want to hear the dirty details about you and the
girls you bang.  We had a whole day planned.  What am I supposed to do
while you're off fucking Sally Parker?"

   "You've got pizza, you've got movies, mi casa es su casa," he said,
repeating the only phrase he remembered from two years of Spanish.  "I've
got to jump in the shower and change.  Tell Deeds I'm heading out and not
to wait up!" Jake bounded up the back stairs, without a backward glance.

   I stood there for a minute with a mouthful of pizza, unable to believe
my luck.  I walked over to the patio door and stared at Dee Dee, stretched
out on the lounge chair, soaking up the sun.  We'd gone to the same school
for four years, but we lived on different planets.  Though she was friendly
at the house, at school I was the lowest of the low, unworthy of even a
glance.  Even while Becky and I were together, I spent many nights, at home
and at the Coopers', relieving myself with thoughts of Dee Dee and her
amazing body.

   My cock was back to fully erect and throbbing as I slid the patio door
open and stepped outside.  I closed the door and walked toward the pool,
sparks of lust exploding in my brain with every step I took.  As I
approached the pool, Dee Dee put her cell phone down on the table next to
her chair.

   "I thought you and Jake would be locked up in the media room by now,"
she said with a smile.  "You were going to watch gay porn and jerk each
other off, wasn't that the plan?"

   "Not quite," I said dryly as she smiled at me.  "Plans did change,
though.  Jake got a call from a girl he used to . . .  hook up with.  She's
back in town for a couple of days and invited him out." By "out," I meant
into her vagina, but I figured Dee Dee already knew that.

   "And since my troll brother's life is a constant search for pussy
occasionally interrupted by food and sleep, he left you high and dry.  Poor
Davey," she said with sarcastic sympathy.  "Why don't you make yourself
useful while you're here?" She reached into her pink bag and pulled out a
bottle of sunscreen.  "Rub me all over with this, Davey; I don't want to
get burned on my first day back."

   I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I took the bottle from her
hand. For years, I had been dreaming about touching any part of Dee Dee's
body; now I was going to be running my hands all over it.  I lowered the
back of the chair, making it completely horizontal, and Dee Dee rolled over
on the chair, lying on her stomach.

   "Untie my top, Davey" she said.  "I want an all over tan.  My being
naked won't be a problem for you, will it, Davey?" Her tone was a little
mocking.  "I mean, you have seen a naked girl somewhere besides the
internet, right?"

   "Very funny," I said as I untied her top.  She knew very well I'd been
sleeping with Becky since the fall, while she was off at college.  Becky
and I hung out at the Coopers' a lot, including the last Christmas break
when Dee Dee was at home.  I squeezed a big glob of sunscreen into my palm
and started rubbing it into Dee Dee's back.

   "Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as I started rubbing.  "Your hands feel really
nice there, Davey.  I always wondered what your hands would feel like on my
body.  Did you ever think about that?"

   "Are you kidding?" I said as I rubbed more sunscreen into her lower
back. "It was hard for me to think of anything else." My cock was painfully
hard in my shorts as my hands slid down her back, brushing against her
bikini bottoms.

   "Take them off, Davey," she said when my hands brushed her ass.  "I
don't want to have a pasty white ass while the rest of me is tan." When I
hesitated, her tone turned annoyed.  "Sun won't stay out all day, Davey. 
Hurry up and take my panties off!"

   She raised her hips as I tugged on her panties, revealing her curvy ass
as I slid the panties off.  Dee Dee wiggled her legs in the air as I
dropped the panties next to her chair and squeezed out more sunscreen.

   "You think I never saw the way you looked at me," she said as I coated
her voluptuous ass with sunscreen, "but I did.  I could tell just by
looking in your eyes what kind of dirty thoughts you were having."

   "I didn't think you ever noticed me," I said.  "All I wanted was for you
to acknowledge I existed, to give me a sign that you thought of me as
something other than Jake's best friend.  You were too busy with all those
jocks to think about me."

   "I always thought about you, Davey," she said, twisting her head to look
back at me.  "I was sixteen, you were fourteen.  You were just a kid, and I
wanted to be with guys my own age.  Besides, if Mom and Dad had ever caught
us, they would have killed me.  You know they think of you as their third
child, don't you?  They would have acted like we were committing incest or
something."

   I froze for a moment.  I'd thought of the Coopers as my second family my
whole life, but I never considered what that might mean for a relationship
with Dee Dee.  Quickly, I squeezed out some more sunscreen and started on
Dee Dee's left leg.  Between the heat, the scent of the lotion and Dee
Dee's spectacular body, my head was swimming.  I took Dee Dee's left foot
and rubbed it with sunscreen, and then I worked my way up her left leg. 
Her skin was baby smooth.  I could feel my cock pounding in my shorts as my
hands slid up her leg.

   "I couldn't have forgotten you if I tried," Dee Dee continued.  "Not
with all the pictures Mom was sending and posting on her Facebook page. 
You in your baseball uniform and your basketball uniform, you and Becky at
the Homecoming dance and the prom.  I remember coming home for Christmas
break last year.  Do you remember watching Christmas movies in the media
room?"

   "I remember," I said quietly as I began rubbing her left thigh.  Dee
Dee's legs spread a bit as I reached her thigh, giving me a glimpse of her
pussy.

   "I was sitting in one of the recliners.  You and Becky were on one of
the couches.  I kept looking over at the two of you.  She was all over you,
pinned against you, running her hands over your arms.  You were making out,
thinking nobody was watching."

   "I didn't think you were watching." I moved over to her right thigh and
started working my way back down.

   "I was watching," she said.  "I remember when you announced you were
taking Becky home.  I could tell by the smile on her face you were probably
taking her back to your house, where you were going to fuck her good and
hard.  I wished it was me."

   "You . . .  you what?" I stopped rubbing and stared at her.

   "I wished it was me you were taking back to your house, me you were
going to fuck long and hard with your big dick.  I've seen the bulge in
your crotch enough times to know you pack some serious wood, Davey, and in
that moment, I was so jealous of her.  I wanted it to be me you were giving
that wood to.  Get up," she said.  As I moved, she rolled over onto her
back.  Her huge, beautiful tits flopped over as she laid back down, her
nipples pointing at me like a couple of extra large pencil erasers.

   "Do my front, Davey."

   My eyes slid up and down Dee Dee's body as I stood over her.  For years,
I had only undressed her in my mind; as she lay before me, gloriously
naked, I could only think that my imagination didn't do her justice.  Her
skin was creamy and unblemished.  Her baby smooth legs were crowned by a
neatly-trimmed patch of blond hair just above her vulva; her inner pussy
lips peeked out just slightly between her labia majora.  She had curvy hips
and her stomach, though not quite flat, still showed she enjoyed lots of
physical activity.

   Dee Dee's crowning glory, though, were those luscious, colossal breasts.
Heavy and round, they suffered only a minimal amount of sagging.  Her
areolae were pink, about twice the size of silver dollars, and her
cherry-sized nipples were fully erect and pointing right at me.  I had been
dreaming of her magnificent breasts for nearly half my life; now that she'd
finally revealed them to me, I was transfixed by the sight of them, unable
to move.  I watched them gently rising and falling as she breathed in and
out.

   "Go ahead," she finally said, breathily, "ask me.  You know you want to
ask me."

   I stood there, shaking.  My brain was practically screaming, but I
couldn't get my lips to move.

   "You may be disappointed," she said with a little pout.  "I might need a
new nickname."

   Dee Dee pushed herself up and hefted her massive bosom in her hands.

   "They're 40 E's."

   "Holy mother of God," I moaned as my knees gave out.  I stumbled back
two steps and had to catch myself on another chair, or I would have toppled
over.

   "Are you OK, Davey?" Dee Dee said, giggling at my distress.

   "I don't think there's a word in the dictionary that could describe what
I'm feeling right now," I said as I licked my lips.  "I've pictured moments
like this in my head so many times, I can't count, but now that it's
happening, now that it's really happening . . .  God, Dee Dee, you are so
beautiful."

   "You're so sweet," she said with a smile, "but I'm not going to look
very beautiful if my skin gets all red and blotchy from a sunburn.  How
about some more lotion, baby?"

   My cock felt like a jackhammer in my shorts, and I knew how obvious it
must have been to Dee Dee.  I straddled her again and picked up the
sunscreen.  Instead of squirting it into my palm, I held the bottle over
Dee Dee's stomach and squeezed out four white globs, between her belly
button and her breasts.

   "Not the first time that's happened to me," she said, making us both
laugh and cutting through the curtain of tension that had draped over us. I
ran my hands over her belly and up her sides, just below her arm pits,
spreading lotion across her torso.  Her tits rose and fell as she breathed,
beckoning to me as my hands moved closer.

   "Do it," Dee Dee said in a breathy voice.  "I want to feel your big
hands on my tits, Davey.  Feel me up."

   We both groaned as I slid my large hands over her mountainous boobs. 
Her back arched slightly as my fingers dug into the soft flesh.  Our eyes
stayed locked on each other as my hands were filled with her warm,
wonderful tit flesh.

   "Oh fuck, your hands feel so fucking good there," Dee Dee moaned as I
massaged her breasts.  I dug my fingers into her tits, making her writhe
and grind her ass against the chair.  "I love your big hands.  Sometimes,
back in high school, I would see you in the halls, hanging out with Jake,
and I wanted to march up to you, grab your hands and stick 'em on my tits."

   "You should have," I moaned.  I was mauling her tits by now, kneading
them and pushing them together.  "Your tits are the best things I have ever
held in my hands, the most amazing things in the world."

   "Better than Becky's?" she moaned.

   "So much better," I said.  I fell on top of her and crushed my mouth on
hers.  I plunged my tongue into her mouth, where her tongue was waiting to
do battle.  We writhed on the chair as we made out, furiously grinding into
each other.

   "What took you so fucking long?" Dee Dee growled as she pushed me off
the chair.  "My pussy feels like a waterfall between my legs.  Stand up!"

   I got to my feet as she sat up.  She grabbed my shorts at the waist and
yanked them down.  My cock, stiff as steel, sprang free, the mushroom head
almost purple from all the blood flowing into my dick.

   "God damn," she whispered as she wrapped her hand around the shaft. 
"It's even more beautiful than it is in my dreams."

   "You dream about my cock?" I said, stunned.

   "So many times," she said as began softly stroking me.  "I've dreamed
about sucking and fucking you so much.  When I was in New York last summer,
I went to a sex shop downtown.  I saw this eight inch rubber dildo and I
knew I had to have it.  I named it Davey."

   "Holy fuck!" I cried out as she slipped the head between her lips and
sucked on it hard.  for a minute.  She started taking my cock in slowly, an
inch at a time, cradling my balls in her palm as she did it.  I kept my
hands on her creamy shoulders, balancing myself because I was afraid my
knees might give out at any second.  She swallowed about six inches of my
cock, leaving her hand between her mouth and the base, squeezing and
releasing me.

   "Oh God, Dee Dee," I cried as she sucked me.  "I'm going to come any
minute!"

   She stopped sucking, pulling her head back until my slid out of her
mouth with an audible pop.

   "Not so fast, baby," she purred as she stroked the shaft now slickened
by her saliva.  "I'll bet you fantasized a lot about these big tittys,
haven't you?" she said as she took her breasts in her hands and squeezed
them together.  "I'll bet you've even dreamed about sticking that big fuck
stick between my fun bags and fucking them until you splatter them with
cum."

   "Oh, fuck yeah," I moaned as she shook her tits at me.  "I can't count
the number of times I've dreamed about getting my cock squashed between
those fucking melons."

   "Today's your lucky day, Davey," she said with a lusty smile.  She
reached down, pulled a bottle of baby oil out of her tote bag and squeezed
a big glob of it into her palm.  She rubbed her hands together and started
coating her awe-inspiring tits with oil.  I stood there, mouth agape, as
she rubbed the slick oil all over her chest.  My heart was beating so fast
I was afraid it was going to jump out of my chest.  "Come here, Davey," she
said, crooking her index finger at me.

   I stepped in between Dee Dee's spread legs and watched in wonder as she
took my rock hard prick and slid it between her colossal boobs.  She
squeezed her tits together, trapping my dick in the slick tunnel of her
cleavage.  I groaned loudly as my knees buckled.  Slowly, she started
sliding her breasts up and down the length of the shaft, from the balls to
just beneath the head.  She flicked her tongue out and just touched the
head each time her tits rose up.

   "Oh my fucking God," I moaned as I watched the mind-blowing sight.

   "You're such a dirty boy, Davey," Dee Dee said as she continued jerking
me off with her tits.  "I bet you've jerked off a million times watching
some porno sluts squeezing their jugs around some big, throbbing dicks. 
You were probably wishing it was me the whole time, weren't you?" She never
stopped stroking my cock.

   I nodded dumbly, too overwhelmed to speak.

   "God knows Becky Anderson couldn't do anything about it with those sweet
little boobies of her, could she?"

   I shook my head.  Becky was as eager as I was when it came to sex, but
her perky B cups weren't even in the same universe as Dee Dee's massive
breasts.  I groaned louder and she started stroking my cock even faster. 
She grabbed the head between her lips and sucked hard.

   "Yes, Davey," she grunted.  "I'm going to make your big dick spew all
over my horny jugs.  You're going to erupt like Mount fucking Vesuvius,
then I'm taking you inside and I'm going to fuck you blind."

   "Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" I cried out as my cock exploded.  A geyser spout of
cum launched into the air.  Dee Dee immediately grabbed my cock and started
jerking it, spraying cum all over her chest, squealing with delight the
whole time.  She finally jerked out the last drops of cum after a minute
and let my cock go.  I staggered back a couple of steps and watched as Dee
Dee immediately started dragging her tongue all over those beautiful tits,
sucking up all the cum she just jerked out of me.  She held one of her
melons up and sucked the distended nipple between her lips, moaning as she
suckled her own orb.

   My brain was reeling, my body trembling.  I almost wanted to slap myself
just to make sure this wasn't the most lucid dream I'd ever had.  Finally,
Dee Dee released her tit, grinned wickedly and swung her legs up on to the
lounge chair.  She stroked a space on the chair next to her.  I nearly dove
headlong to get into the chair next to her.

   "I was going to spend a few days teasing you," she said as she lay back
on the chair, stretching her arms over her head.  "Let you get an eyeful
here and there for a few days, until you were crazy with lust, then get you
alone some place and attack you."

   "What happened to that plan?" I asked as I squeezed next to her on the
chair.

   "Mom said I should stay hidden and surprise you while you and the troll
were watching a movie, but I snuck out on the deck and saw you standing by
the pool, your arms and chest glistening with sweat and those thick, hairy
legs.  Suddenly, I was the one who was crazy with lust.  I had to have you,
as soon as I could."

   "Good thing Jake got that phone call," I said before pressing my lips
against hers, savoring the soft, moist warmth of her mouth.

   "Good thing Sally Parker is in town for a couple of days," she said.

   "Yeah it is," I said, smiling until a realization dawned on me.  "I
never told you that Sally Parker called Jake."

   A broad grin broke out across Dee Dee's adorable face.

   "Sally was a cheerleader with me my senior year.  She came to Michigan
last fall, and I just happened to be in a room down the hall from her.  We
stayed up late a lot of nights.  One night, she got a little too drunk and
she admitted that she and the troll bumped uglies for a few months last
summer."

   "Did that skeeve you out at all?" I said.

   "Thinking about the troll having sex?  I threw up in my mouth, then I
got over it," she said with a laugh.

   "I don't get how Sally going to Michigan ended up with us being like
this," I said.

   "Sally's going to work at the same public relations firm in New York I
worked at last summer.  She told me she was going to stop at home for a
couple of days before she went to New York.  After I saw you, I knew I had
to get rid of Jake somehow.  I remembered Sally, so I texted her and asked
her to do me a favor."

   "She made a booty call to Jake so you could be alone with me?" I stared
at Dee Dee, incredulous.

   "She gets laid, I get laid," she said before softly kissing my neck. 
"He gets laid, you get laid.  See anything to complain about?"

   "Fuck no," I said before pulling her face to mine and kissing her
passionately.  She cradled my face with her hands and slid her tongue into
my mouth.  My arms slid around her waist, holding her against me, our
bodies pressing together as we kissed.  She broke the kiss, tipping her
head back.  I started gently nibbling on her exposed throat.

   "Mmmmmm," she purred as my teeth grazed her throat.  "My pussy is
gushing for you, Davey!"

   She grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand between her legs.  She was,
indeed, soaking with sticky juices.  I slid my fingers between her outer
lips and brushed them along her soaked slit, making her twist and moan. 
Dee Dee gasped as my middle finger penetrated her, but she immediately
squeezed the invading digit.  She purred contentedly as I slid a second
finger inside her sex and started rubbing her slick inner walls.  I slid my
fingers as deep as I could inside her and brought my thumb to her clitoris,
which was already engorged and throbbing.  I pressed my thumb against her
clit and she came immediately with a shrill cry, digging her fingernails
into my wrist as she convulsed.  She came back from the peak after a minute
and slumped into my arms, laying her head on my shoulder.

   "God damn, Davey," she whispered as I cradled her limp body.  "I've
fucked four guys in the past year, and none of them made me come as hard as
you just did."

   "None of them has been waiting for forever to make you come," I said. 
"You're going to come a lot more before I let you go, Dee Dee."

   She raised her head and I took her mouth again.  The kiss was relaxed,
less frenzied than before, since we'd both enjoyed strong orgasms.  We
stayed like that, cuddling on the lounge chair, pressed against each other,
making out for at least twenty minutes.  Finally, Dee Dee grabbed my hand
and stood up, pulling me toward the house.

   "Let's go take a shower, baby," she said with a smile as we walked
toward the house.

   "We're just going to walk through the house naked?" I said.

   "Nobody's home, silly," she laughed, "and I'm pretty sure I switched off
all the hidden cameras." She laughed and walked a few steps ahead of me. 
"Like the view?" she said, looking back over her shoulder and wiggling her
firm, round ass.

   "Hell yeah," I said as I got close to her.  "I've loved your ass almost
as long as I've loved your tits."

   She threw her head back and laughed as she took my hand and we walked
through the patio door, into the house.  I knew the house was empty, but I
still felt self-conscious parading naked through the house where I'd spent
so much of my life.  The house had been a haven for me during the
disintegration of my parents' marriage and a welcome escape from the
auditions for "Husband 2.0." As we walked over to the stairs, I thought
back to my conversation with Mrs.  Cooper just before she left.  Could Dee
Dee be the reward she was talking about?

   "Penny for your thoughts, Davey," Dee Dee said, poking me in the ribs as
we started climbing the back stairs from the kitchen to the second floor.

   "This is not exactly what I thought I'd be doing today," I said as we
reached the second floor landing.

   She simply smiled at me, and then she leaned in close and kissed me, her
lips all sweetness and warmth as she melted into me.  I wrapped my arms
around her waist, holding her tight as we made out by the stairs.

   "I never expected this, Dee Dee," I said as she pulled her mouth away.
"I figured any chance I had with you had passed."

   "I thought about you all the time, Davey," she whispered in my ear.  "I
was afraid you'd outgrown the crush you had on me when you were twelve."

   "No chance," I whispered before kissing her again.  We stood in the
hallway, arms wrapped around each other, kissing hungrily, until Dee Dee
finally pulled awa, breathing heavily.

   "I could kiss you all day," she said as she took my hand and pulled me
down the hall, "but it would be pretty embarrassing if Mom or Dad or Jake
came home and found us stark naked and making out."

   "Why are we headed this way?" I said as we walked toward the master
bedroom.

   "Mom and Dad have the best shower," she said.  "Much better than the
other bathroom for what we'll be doing."

   The door to her parents' bedroom was partially open and we pushed it all
the way in as we entered.  It was a large room, with pale blue walls.  A
king sized mahogany bed was up against the wall opposite the door, made
neatly with a gray silk cover and four brightly colored pillows of
different sizes sitting on the bed.  There were family pictures everywhere,
on the walls and on the dressers and night tables.  Next to the walk in
closet was a family portrait, a picture taken when Dee Dee was ten and Jake
was eight.  Dee Dee's sunny blond hair was in pigtails, while Jake had a
gap-toothed grin.  Mr.  Cooper was standing behind Dee Dee, his hands on
her shoulders, while Mrs.  Cooper was seated, next to Jake, her face
slightly tilted toward her son.

   "You know what I remember about this photo?" Dee Dee said as I stopped
in front of it.  "The photo shoot took about two hours and in the middle of
it all, Jake turned to Mom and said, 'Why isn't David here?  He should be
in the picture too!'"

   "He never told me that," I said as we both laughed.

   "Dad said, 'He might as well be, as much time as he spends at our
house.' We all laughed.  That's why we're all smiling in the picture."

   "There have been so many times I have wished I was born into your
family," I said.

   "I'm glad you weren't," Dee Dee said as she pulled me away from the
portrait, toward the bathroom.  "We are about as close to incest as I ever
want to get."

   The Coopers' master bathroom was one of the largest bathrooms I'd ever
seen in a private home.  They had it completely renovated just after Dee
Dee left for college.  It had a red and slate gray marble floor with a pair
of sinks with a marble counter to the right of the door.  The walls were
painted a creamy off-white.  A large, round whirlpool tub was nestled in
the back of the bathroom.  A glass-enclosed shower stall stood across from
the sinks.  The glass was frosted about five feet up from the floor and
clear above that.  The stall was large enough for two or three people to
shower together, with a large, round shower head suspended from the ceiling
instead of coming out of the wall.

   "This is amazing," I said as I walked into the bathroom.

   Dee Dee smiled and pushed open the shower stall door.  We walked inside
and she turned the hot water on full blast.  "I think it's called a
rainfall shower head.  Perfect for two people," she said with a smile. 
Steam filled the stall as Dee Dee turned to me.  She pushed me back against
the glass wall and attacked my mouth, pushing her tongue inside my mouth as
she wrapped her hand around my fully engorged shaft, stroking it
vigorously.

   "So," she whispered as she broke the kiss," you want to do me first,
stud, or shall I do you?" She laughed at my quizzical look and reached for
a plastic bottle of body wash that was sitting in a basket attached to the
wall.  She added some cold water to make the shower bearable and we stepped
under the spray.  The water felt amazing against my skin, almost as good as
Dee Dee's slick and curvy body felt in my hands.  I took the bottle out of
her hands.

   "Ladies first," I said, grinning as I squeezed some pink, soapy liquid
into my hand.  I could smell jasmine as I began soaping Dee Dee's breasts.
She moaned loud, tipping her head back as my hands my slow, sensuous
circles around her breasts.  I dropped the body wash to the floor and
soaped her tits, tweaking her nipples as the powerful spray swept the suds
away.

   "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned as I tugged on her nipples.  "That makes little
explosions go off in my pussy, baby!  Suck my nipples, please!"

   I happily obliged her.  She groaned and dug her fingers into my
shoulders as I bit her nipple.  "Not too hard!  Oh shit, my pussy's so wet,
Davey!  You're making me so fucking wet!"

   I released her tit and smiled at her.  Picking the body wash up, I
squeezed some more into my hand and started lathering her belly.  As my
hands roamed across her torso, soaping her up all around, I slid down to my
knees, nibbling her skin as the soap was rinsed away.  With some more soap
on my hands, I slid my hands around and started massaging Dee Dee's firm,
round ass.  She sighed as I caressed and massaged the lovely globes, then
she gasped as I slid two fingers up and down the crack of her ass.

   "Dirty boy," she giggled as my fingers slid up and down the slick
crevice.  "My Davey is a dirty boy," she cried, rolling her hips as I
started massaging her puckered asshole with my finger tips.  "What kind of
dirty things were you and Becky Anderson getting up to - ooooooh!"

   She moaned loud and long as I pressed my lips against the pouting outer
lips of her vagina.  Even under the shower, her pussy was sticky with her
juices.  I sucked her juices off her labia, enjoying the tangy sweetness. I
grabbed one of her pussy lips between my lips and gently tugged on it,
making Dee Dee gasp.  I kept massaging her butt hole as I applied my tongue
to her pussy, dragging it slowly up and down, sucking off the delicious
honey.  Suddenly, Dee Dee grabbed my hand, pulling it away from her ass.  I
looked up, afraid I had done something wrong.  She just grinned at me,
spreading her legs wider and sticking her hands between her legs.  She
spread her outer lips, revealing her hidden treasure.

   "Stop fucking around and eat me, stud!" she growled.

   I dove in and plastered my tongue to her slit.  She pressed my head into
her sex, rubbing her body against my face as I devoured her.  Her juices
were flowing abundantly, coating my tongue as I slid it from the top of her
slit down to the bottom.  I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue as
she rolled her hips, grinding her pussy into my hungry mouth.

   "Inside!" she shouted as I worshipped her pussy.  "I need to feel you
inside!"

   She welcomed my two fingers as I slid them inside her sweetness,
grabbing hold of my digits with her pussy walls and gripping them tightly.

   "Yesssssss," she hissed with satisfaction as she squeezed the invading
digits.  "Long, strong fingers, deep in my pussy, feels soooooooo good! 
Fuck me, baby, fuck me good!"

   She released my fingers, allowing me to slide them back until just the
tips remained inside.  I rammed them the entire way back inside, making Dee
Dee scream.  She pushed against me and I watched her face through the
cascading water.  Her face was contorting with pleasure as I finger fucked
her.  Finally, I drew my attention to her clitoris, which was violently
pink from the blood flowing to it.  It was throbbing as I stretched my
tongue out, reaching for it.  Dee Dee screamed again as I flicked my tongue
against her button.

   "God, that's so sensitive," she said when she spoke again.  "It felt
like I was going to fly apart!  Be gentle, Davey, be gentle." She pushed my
head back down to her pelvis.

   I started slowly sliding my fingers inside her as I approached her clit
again.  Her hips rocked in concert with my fingers.  I brought my lips to
her clit, gently kissing the swollen bud.  Dee Dee purred and pushed on the
back of my head.  Encouraged, I opened my lips slightly and sucked her clit
between them, making Dee Dee purr louder and roll her hips.  My fingers
were flying in and out of her slit by now, thrusting inside her against and
again as I sucked on her throbbing clit.

   "Ohhhhhh, fuck!" she groaned.  "Harder, suck harder . . .  you're going
to make me come so hard!"

   I tugged on her clit with my lips and buried my fingers inside Dee Dee's
pussy, rubbing her inner walls.  She cried out as I fingered her; her body
was shaking so hard, she nearly fell on top of me.

   "Can't . . .  can't," she moaned as she tried to steady herself.  "I
can't take it anymore." Pushing me back, she stumbled to the far side of
the stall, where a long, dark wooden bench sat against the glass wall.  She
slid down the glass, slumping on to the bench and spreading her legs wide.

   "Get over here," she snarled.  "Get over here and finish what you
started!  I'm going to come all over your fucking tongue, and then you're
going to ram that fucking spear all the way up my cunt!"

   I crawled across the wet tiled floor, staring at Dee Dee as I approached
her.  The filthy language pouring from her mouth was driving me wild.  I
wasted no time, diving into her pussy and sucking hard.  She screamed as I
pressed my tongue against her clit.  She pushed against me, pressing back
against the glass wall.  I hoped whoever installed the shower had
reinforced it well, or we would have a lot of explaining to do.

   Sliding my fingers back inside her hot cunt, I felt her pussy walls grab
hold of my digits, pulsing around them as I drove her toward ecstasy.  I
remembered her she seemed to enjoy it when I rubbed her asshole, so I
decided to take a chance.  Dee Dee whimpered as my fingers slipped out of
her pussy, but the whimpers became a throaty growl when I pressed my
fingers against her puckered butt hole.

   "Holy shit," she groaned.  "Are you . . .  are you trying to fuck my
asshole, Davey?  You want to stick those long fingers of yours up my ass?"

   "Give it up, Dee Dee," I grunted, pushing against the tight pucker. 
"You know you want it.  Give me your hot ass!"

   She groaned loud and long as her ass loosened up for me, allowing me to
slide a finger in up to the first knuckle.  As she relaxed more, I returned
my attention to her clitoris, flicking my tongue against it.  I could feel
her sphincter tightening around my finger as it slid inside her.  I sucked
her clit between my lips.

   "Jesus, fuck yes!" she screamed, banging hard against the glass wall. 
"Fuck my ass!  Suck my clit!  Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!"

   She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.  Her pussy was almost
scarlet.  Suddenly, short bursts of liquid came shooting out of her slit.
As she screamed and cursed, four or five shots of sticky liquid struck my
legs and chest.  The musky scent was intense.  Finally, she slumped down on
the bench, sighing as she came down from her peak.  Slowly, I slid my
finger out of her ass.  I sat back on the tile floor, at the edge of the
shower spray, which was now completely cold.

   "We fucked our way through all the hot water," I said, grinning.

   Dee Dee looked at me for a second, her face inscrutable, and then she
slid down to the floor.  Her momentous tits nearly grazed the floor as she
crawled over to me.  Her hand slid around my neck and she crushed her lips
on mine.  There was no tenderness in this kiss, as she jammed her tongue
inside my mouth, almost forcing it down my throat.  After a minute, she
broke away, grabbing my lower lip with her teeth and biting down hard.  I
winced and cried out in pain.

   "Lie back, Davey," she growled as she pushed me on to my back.  "You're
going to enjoy this almost as much as I do." The cold spray of the shower
enveloped us as she climbed on top of me, reaching down to grab my cock and
squeeze it.  She rubbed the head up and down her pussy lips.  Suddenly, my
shaft was surrounded by moist heat.  Dee Dee cried out as she impaled
herself on my dick.  She held me tight in her velvety furnace as she
adjusted to the feeling of my cock trapped inside her.  Pressing her hands
on my chest, Dee Dee began rolling her hips, squeezing and releasing my
cock as she rode me.  I watched, hypnotized, as her breasts shook and
bounced along with her.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Dee Dee grunted as she started bouncing up and
down on me.  "What a great, big fucking cock you've got, Davey . . .  it
fills me up so fucking good!"

   I reached up and filled my hands with her colossal tits, squeezing and
kneading them and twisting her nipples, making Dee Dee squeal as she fucked
me.

   "God, Dee Dee," I groaned as she bounced on my dick.  "Your pussy is so
fucking tight!"

   She smiled at me, then she leaned down, until her body rested against
mine.  She pressed her lips to my ear.

   "If you think my pussy's tight, Davey," she whispered as the shower
soaked us, "wait until you feel what it's like inside my asshole."

   I must have looked like my brain was melting at that moment, because Dee
Dee started cackling like crazy.  She pushed herself back up and started
riding me harder than ever, grinding her hips on top of me as her pussy
maintained a death grip on my penis.

   "I'm . . .  not . . .  going to last," I moaned.  I had gotten pretty
close to the edge while I was taking care of Dee Dee, and her savage
advances were about to send me hurtling over.

   "I know," she grunted as she rolled her hips again.  "I can feel it!  I
need your cum, Davey; I don't want to wait for it.  I want you to shoot all
your hot spunk up inside my pussy!  Give it to me now!!"

   "Fuck!" I screamed as my cock erupted inside her, spraying a river of
semen inside her hot cunt.  I looked up at Dee Dee through the shower
spray. It might have been the overhead lights, but as she sat on top of me,
holding my still throbbing cock inside her, she was surrounded by a halo
that made her look like she was glowing from within.  She kept riding my
cock until she drained every last drop of my semen, then she lowered
herself on to my chest, still holding me inside her pussy, bringing her
face down to mine.

   She purred as she pressed her soft, wet lips against my neck.  My arms
slid around her waist as she nibbled and kissed my shoulder.  The cold
water was drenching our naked bodies but we lay still on the tile floor,
indulging in our post-coital bliss.

   "We have to get up sometime," I whispered after a few minutes, while Dee
Dee was gently grazing my neck with her teeth.

   "No, we don't," she giggled.  "We could lay here, my pussy massaging
your big cock until it reaches full strength again, then you could roll me
on my back and plow me like a field."

   I laughed until she brought her mouth down on mine.  Our tongues mingled
as the cold water continued beating down on us.  My hands slid down her
back until they reached the firm, round globes of her ass.  I dug my
fingers in hard, making Dee Dee squeal and grind her pelvis against mine. I
don't know how much longer we lay there, kissing, cuddling and exploring
each other.

   Finally, Dee Dee slid off me.  I watched her gloriously slick, naked
body rise above me.  I turned my head and watched her walk over to the
shower control, where she shut off the water.

   "I hope nobody wants a hot shower the rest of the day," she said,
ginning at me lewdly.  "Now, get up and dry me off, you dirty fucker!"

   I sat up slowly as she pushed the stall door open.  I groaned as I
pushed myself up to my feet.  My lower back was seriously sore, and it took
a minute for my legs to feel strong enough to carry me out of the shower.
Dee Dee was standing in front of the double sink, holding two thick crimson
towels, one on top of the other.  Water was dripping tantalizingly off her
breasts.

   "Come dry me off, Davey," she purred.  "Then, I'll do you."

   "Like you haven't already done me good and proper," I said as I took one
of the towels.  Dee Dee laughed loudly as she turned around and dropped the
other towel on the sink.  I wrapped the towel around her shoulders and
started drying her off.  She leaned back slightly as I brought the towel
around her.  We watched each other's faces in the mirror as I began
toweling off her breasts.  She closed her eyes, making an "O" with her
mouth as I massaged her beautiful tits.  She started rocking against me as
I worshipped the breasts I'd dreamed about for years.

   "That feels so amazing," she said softly.  "I've never done this with a
guy before."

   "You've never taken a shower with a guy?" I asked skeptically.

   "Never had a guy dry me off before," she said.  "The guys I showered
with in college, they just automatically picked up a towel and started
drying off, leaving me to take care of myself."

   "How many guys?" I asked, hesitating as I slid the towel down over her
stomach.

   "Don't start, Davey," she said as I dried her torso.  "We just had some
amazing sex and we still have hours before anybody gets home.  Please don't
ruin this by becoming a jealous brat."

   I bit my tongue and kept toweling Dee Dee off.  She'd taken me
completely by surprise, awakening the dormant fire of my lust for her. 
Since she started ignoring me in high school, I hadn't really thought about
her having sex at college, although I knew she'd slept with a couple of
guys before she graduated high school.  As I slid down her body, slowly
toweling off her legs.  I couldn't stop picturing her with a series of
faceless guys, her huge tits shaking as muscular studs pounded her, her
mouth wrapped around some long piece of meat.  It was like my brain had
become a movie projector, showing off a series of porn films starring Dee
Dee on the insides of my eye lids.

   "You finished down there?" Dee Dee said after a minute.  The sound of
her voice shook me back to reality.  I quickly stood up and put the towel
down on the counter top.  I looked over her shoulder toward the bathroom
door.  Dee Dee picked up the other towel on the sink top, but I turned away
a little as she moved close to me, wrapping the towel around my waist.

   "Please don't start pouting, Davey," she said as she began drying me
off. "I'm not going to apologize for loving sex.  I went to college, not a
convent.  It doesn't matter to me that you spent the past year having sex
with Becky Anderson.  It only matters that you're here with me now.  Isn't
it enough that I'm here with you now?"

   She slid down my body with the towel, drying off my feet and moving up
my legs until she reached my cock, which was already half-hard again.  She
caressed my balls with the towel, then she rubbed the shaft a couple of
times.  Looking up at me, she dropped the towel on the floor and took my
shaft in her hand.  She stroked it gently a few times, then she slid the
head between lips and began sucking on it tenderly.  My breathing got
heavier as I leaned back against the sink and watched Dee Dee take my cock
in her mouth.  She worked deliberately, taking a couple of inches in her
mouth, then pulling it out and swabbing the head and shaft with her tongue.

   "Ohhhhhh, Dee Dee," I groaned as she stroked my cock and took my balls
in her sexy mouth.

   "All for you, Davey," she said after releasing my testicles.  "I'm all
for you." She looked up at me as she held my cock out and slid her mouth
over the shaft, nearly taking me entirely in her mouth.

   "Oh my God!!" I cried out, gripping the edge of the sink as my legs went
weak.  She kept her eyes on me as she deep-throated my cock and cradled my
balls in the palm of her hand.  Saliva began seeping out of the corners of
her mouth, dribbling down her chin.  Finally she slowly pulled back,
sliding my shaft out of her mouth, and stood up.

   Her sapphire eyes looked big as two full moons.  The nostrils of her
perfect button nose flared slightly as she breathed in and out.  Her lips,
pink and moist, were slightly parted as she waited for me to respond.  I
took her face in my hands and brought my lips down to hers, filling the
kiss with every ounce of desire I felt for her.  I spun her around, pushed
her up against the double sink as I got behind her.  I slid my fully
revived cock between her legs and rubbed it against her hot, juicy slit. 
She gripped the counter, moaning as she pushed her ass back toward me.

   Dee Dee cried out as I squeezed her ass.  I leaned over, pressing my
lips to her ear.

   "I don't care about anybody else," I grunted.  My throat was dry and
scratchy and my body felt superheated.  "You're mine now, Dee Dee."

   "Yours," she whispered.  "Yours, yours, yours!"

   I lined my fully revived shaft up with her pussy and thrust inside,
almost completely burying myself inside her in one thrust.  She screamed as
I impaled her, pushing her ass back to take me all the way inside her
pussy.

   "Yes!!  Yes!!" she cried out as I began wildly ramming my throbbing dick
into her pussy.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me like an animal!  Fuck me deep, Davey!"

   I gripped her hips and started ramming my cock into her, slamming into
her ass over and over again.  Her huge tits rubbed against the marble sink
top as tore into each other like savages.

   "Pound that pussy," she grunted.  "Make it your pussy, Davey!  Make me
take it!  Fuck yes, I'm gonna come!"

   With a fierce wail, Dee Dee pushed away from the sink, slamming into me
as her orgasm took her.  I grabbed her tits, squeezing the magnificent
globes as she came.  She screamed and shook, hanging on for dear life.  I
could feel her pussy spasm around my cock, dragging me along for the ride.
Buried inside her fiery sex, I rolled my hips as her pussy throttled my
penis.  As much I wanted to last longer the second time we had sex, the
pornographic images of Dee Dee that had been running through my brain,
combined with the savage way we went after each other, were too much for
me. I pushed her forward, leaning on top her as she grabbed the sink.

   "Fuck yeah!!" I screamed as my cock exploded, loosing another torrent of
semen inside Dee Dee's welcoming vagina.  I buried my face in her shoulder,
moaning as my cock fired burst after burst of cum inside Dee Dee's pussy

   "I might need another shower," Dee Dee giggled as I stood up and my cock
slipped out of her pussy.  A trail of semen rolled down her inner thigh as
I pulled away.  She reached down, catching the pearly liquid with her
fingertip and bringing it to her waiting tongue.

   "I love the taste of protein in the morning," she said with a smug grin.

   "It's afternoon already," I said, "in case you hadn't noticed."

   "I'm not watching the clock, Davey," she responded, pushing away from
the counter and bringing her lips to mine.  "I'm heading downstairs to grab
a slice of that pizza."

   "Naked?"

   "Bare ass naked," she said with a wink.  "I'll let you lick off anything
that falls on my chest."

   I followed her as she walked out of the bathroom, toward the staircase
that led to the kitchen.  Her hips swung invitingly and her firm, round ass
beckoned as she walked down the hallway.  I was already thinking about
putting my hands on her again.  Just before she reached the stairs, I
reached out, wrapped my hand around her upper arm and yanked her backward,
nearly lifting her off the floor.

   "Hey, what the fuck, Davey?" Dee Dee said with a wide-eye look.  I
leaned in close, using the difference in our heights to its full advantage.

   "You're not taking another step until you answer one question, Dee Dee."

   "Oh, really?" she said, cocking her chin and raising an eyebrow.  "What
question is that?"

   I stared at her silently for a good ten seconds before speaking.

   "What . . .  the fuck . . .  happened to all your hair?"

   She stared at me, dumbfounded, before she burst out laughing.  The two
of us stood there, almost doubled over with laughter, until Dee Dee slid
into my arms and we sank to the floor, kissing and catching our collective
breath.  Eventually, we even made it downstairs and ate.


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