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(mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, rom) *** THE FIRE ENGINE red classic XK-140 Jag nimbly moved at 75 MPH down the Pacific Coast Highway headed towards the Westwood area and home. Traffic was light this night for a change. Dom and Maria Valacchi chatted about the events of the evening at the holiday dinner party in Malibu, listening to the tenor sounds of Russell Watson waif through the rebuilt classic coupes leather and wood interior. Dom moved his head slightly to avoid the glare of the bright headlights in his rearview mirrors of the approaching vehicle behind him. “Sonnofabitch!” he exclaimed, as the lights grew larger and brighter, illuminating the Jag’s red leather interior. Maria had turned to stare at the ill- mannered driver. She could see the large chrome grill of the huge Volvo eighteen- wheeler nearly touching their car’s rear end. “Oh my gawd, Dom, that trucks gonna hit us. Do something!” Maria nearly screamed. Dom stomped the accelerator peddle to the floor. The beefed up 140 jumped ahead several car lengths. The semi quickly chewed up the gap. Dom was frozen in fear to the steering wheel as they hurtled south at 100 mph; the right fender of the tractor-trailer rig now was inches from the Jag’s left rear fender. The truck’s bump seemed like a parking lot tap. At 100 mph, the tap was enough. The shiny red Coupe started to fishtail. The semi bumped from left to right again against the car’s fender. Dom tried to correct for the fishtail. Nothing worked; the truck was pushing again. Suddenly the semi dropped back. Dom attempted to straighten out the erratic movement. “OhGodOhGod! Dom, we’re skidding, do something!” she uttered in a rather low voice, her dark eyes pinched shut with hopes the nightmare would go away, clutching the seat belt harness, her knuckles white. It was too late. The Jag’s rear tires had caught the graveled shoulder. The car sliding across the loose material, as if drawn by a huge magnet, was suddenly airborne over the edge into nothingness then towards the rock-strewn beach below. As it arced out towards the vast Pacific, the heavy front end pulled the car down. The last things Dom heard, was the roar of the over tached engine and his lovely wife’s hysterical screaming competing with fragments of Russell Watson’s Tenor voice. The large Catholic funeral had been an afternoon consuming affair. The Valacchis were well known, very affable, and highly regarded hosts. Nearly three weeks had elapsed after the accident before the remains had been released for burial. The autopsies had been for not- nothing unusual. Even the blood alcohol level was minimal. The deaths had been termed accidental due to human error. As an only kid, four-year old Salvatore was taken with his new eighteen month old baby step-sister. He helped Mama A look after the pretty dark haired girl with the beautiful olive skin. Even at that early age, her large hazel eyes, with long lashes, and full lips, drew every ones attention. When she crawled, he crawled with her, the two of them laughing and giggling. He learned to change her wet- messy diapers, Angela put the two in the bathtub where Sal liked to investigate Sam's fat labia which always caused her to giggled when he tickled her pussy. He was there helping her take her first tentative steps; Sal had always been there for her. The children spent many hours in the care of Angelina and Gino, when he Gino was not with Dom, as Maria and Dom their father met their many social and business obligations. It was big brother Sal that Samantha went to with a hurt knee or a school problem to discuss. It was Sal's lap she would sit on facing him, rubbing her excited pubis against his small erection, always kissing him on the lips as she massaged herself. It was Sal she sought when she had a bad dream or heard creepy noises, crawling into his warm bed where she was soon cuddled up and asleep. You lika some Fettuccini? Angela finally asked as she wiped her wet cheeks and eyes with the back of her hands. You needa some of Mama A s pasta! You not eat much today. I heat some for you two. Ok, they said in unison, suddenly laughing at how they had responded; the offer of Angelina s cooking sounded good. The fettuccini with Gino's wife's Alfredo sauce was beyond great, it always was. Mama A broke the rules a little; she insisted they have a glass of red wine with their pasta she didn't have to insist to strenuously. She wanted them to sleep to help ease the pain of the day she just knew would come in the night. The delicious meal, the Chianti (two glasses), and the late hour worked its magic; the kids had dozed off on the family room couch trying to watch some TV movie. Sal stirred, half asleep, got up then eased Sam’s legs onto the couch, covering her with a lap robe kept at hand there. She was out. He kissed her on the forehead then punched the remote control, turning off the large television set. He staggered up the stairs to his room, managing to shed his sweats as he moved towards the bed; again sound asleep as his head hit the pillow. * Some three hours later, a distraught Samantha, black hair now around her tear-wet face, entered her step- brother’s room as she had so many times over the years. The wine had not worked that well for her. The nightmare of the events these past few days continued to flash through her mind; she was in the Jag as it arced out over the rock-strewn beach. The realistic scene brought her half awake, more like a dream state. She lifted the comforter and slid in next to his warm near nude shorts clad body. She was used to it. She eased his arm over where she could lay her head on it and cuddled to her warm security. She instinctively turned to somewhat face him lying on her side and put her bare leg over his thighs as she settled in, with an arm across his bare muscular chest. He had not moved, so sound did he sleep. His warmth seeped through her long nightgown and caressed her bare leg that lay over his upper thighs. She relaxed into near sleep, her eyes heavy, peacefully savoring the warm quiet comfort, the painful thoughts slowly ebbing away as his soft rhythmic breathing caressed her ear like a melodic running stream. Even in her dream like state, her overly warm thighs began to tingle, sending forbidden signals. She snuggled tighter to Sal’s warm body. He only slightly moved pulling her tighter to his side as she succumbed to sleep. A new dream, a memory really of their younger days when she would sit on his lap enjoying the feel of his erect thingy had entered her mind. She and Sal were running and playing barefoot in a beautiful field of wildflowers; white clouds blotting the azure blue sky here and there. The running and laughter were exhilarating as she chased him up the hill reaching out as they raced for the crest. The thrill became near overwhelming as she ran faster; her breathing labored, he slowed as she caught hold of him. She was about eight at the time. Her arms encased his slim waist finally resting her hot hands low on his well- muscled stomach. She was nearly panting as she automatically moved her right hand towards his groin, gripping his six inch erection, pushing her excited body to him so as not to fall as she suddenly reached an unexpected pinnacle of ecstasy, her first climax. Suddenly she gripped Sal tighter trying to push her overly warm body more on top of him. He mumbled something as she did so. He instinctively reached out in the dark for his make believe seductress. His hands instead found the warm female body nearly lying on top of him. Without conscientiously thinking, he proceeded to lift and move the near, flannel-clad, body over on top of him. Sam assisted in the transition without hesitation, letting go of his swollen erection at the last moment, as she raised her nightgown hem to her waist, pulled herself up into a precarious position. Sal was still too caught up in the dream to realize Sam’s presence. Her movements became more determined, more forceful. She clung to him in desperation as if they were floating in space. Her moisture bathed him as she rode him; he now responded. He met her movements; he caressed her soft lower back, kissing her neck. Her warm soft lips found his. He did not resist but held her tighter. He could contain his self no longer. His strong hands slid down to her silk encased derriere and pulled her demanding body tight as he released. She moaned as she felt his hot wetness and pushed, her strokes and gyrations became intense. Samantha trembled. Her whole body seemed to soar. She buried her face in his neck, pushed hard against the still swollen member, let out a muffled scream and bit her Romeo’s neck. “Oh God, I love you so!” She murmured and deeply kissed him again. Sal came fully awake. He broke off the kiss and held her tight to him. "Oh baby, what have we done, he anguished in her small ear. “It's ok my love, it's ok. I need you so badly,” she whispered. She again kissed him passionately searching, teasing with her tongue. Sal could only hold her tight and respond. They entwined for several minutes. Sam kissed his neck as he held her tightly to his still needful body. She thrilled as Sal pulled her nightgown up to her shoulders then off over her head. Her exposed nipples swelled to a demanding erection as they touched his hot bare chest. His right hand carefully found her left nipple, massaging softly. She moaned. Her open lips found his, her eager tongue slid into engage his. She was wet again in need of his cock but in her pussy this time. She reached down to her wet panties and managed to slide them down to her knees then worked her legs to remove them completely from her legs. Her legs spread automatically with the freedom exposing her demanding treasure to Sal's swollen tool. She massaged her swollen exposed clit on his cock head for a few moments. Sal cast all caution to the seven winds as he placed the glans at her open lips. She pushed down to take him into her hot wet channel. She stopped her downward movement as she felt the pressure his cock against her partial hymen. " Push it in love." she encouraged. He raised up to insert more as she pushed down helping his cock past her hymen. She felt only a touch of pain as he fully embedded his eight inches. Sam climaxed. Sal held her tight as she road up to her crest. "Oh gawd Sal, fuck me! Fuck me!" she almost screamed. He pulled out to her open labia then pushed in again as she continued to violently climax again. "Harder love!" she demanded rubbing her clit roughly against his pubis. He was suddenly in dire need to climax. "I can't come in you," as he slowly pulled back down and out of her wetness. His cock head was pushing at her dilated anus as he erupted. His mouth found hers as he did. She collapsed on him, breathing heavily. They spoke not a word. The lovers drifted off to sound sleep in that blissful position. END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82