This is the second part of my ongoing story about Chris and Chloe Weber, which started with "Snugglebunny 01: The Beginning." This story picks up where that one left off. For those not familiar with that story, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the two are not related. You'll need to read that story to get the background.
This story will also be a launching pad for others in this series.
This is a radical departure from most of my offerings and contains no cheating, scheming, plotting or revenge. No one is beaten, shot, blown up, nuked, consumed by flesh-eating fish or sent to an alternate universe... I hope you enjoy this little tale. If so, great. If not, that's fine too.
As always, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fiction...
September 1, 2092:
The long day finally over, Chris and Chloe Weber finally got a chance to lay down and rest from the festivities that came with the combined celebration of their 109
th
birthdays and their 90
th
wedding anniversary. They knew that with so many family members gathered, though, that the party would continue long into the weekend, but they were happy that their family cared enough to visit. It was so uplifting to see children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and even a couple of great-great grandchildren take time out to visit with them.
Normally, this was a special time of the day as they would often engage in "pillow talk," something they frequently did to reconnect after the long day. Many times, they would reflect on their marriage and their love, which many would describe as idyllic. Sure, they had their challenges like any married couple, but they had some advantages over many other couples.
For starters, they were practically raised together. They were born minutes apart in the same hospital but to two different mothers. They did everything together, so much so that a number of people often mistook them for siblings, despite DNA tests proving otherwise. So, they began referring to each other as "brother" and "sister," mostly to mess with other peoples' minds.
They became best friends at a very early age and had fallen in love with each other long before they ever became intimate. Over the years, they had shared everything with each other, including their hopes, fears and concerns. By the time they were married, they could almost read each other like a book and often finished each others' sentences.
The other advantage they had was their parents, who worked hard to ensure their children would have the best start in life as possible. Their fathers had served in the military together and became best friends. After their service, they and their wives went into business together, doing contract work for the government.
They also reaped the rewards of some very smart investments and by the time the kids were 17, had established a large trust fund for the children that not only paid for their education, but gave them a healthy monthly check that would last well past their retirement age.
The two families had each purchased adjoining 50-acre parcels of mostly-wooded land just a few miles outside Springfield and had custom homes built on the land. When Chris and Chloe became engaged, their parents each contributed a 5-acre parcel of that land and split the cost of a custom-built four-bedroom home to be given as a wedding present.
The house also had an office where Chris could work and a "craft room" for Chloe. It featured a full basement that included a workout room where Chloe could practice her dance routines while Chris worked out with his weights.
It even had a secure gate, a swimming pool and was landscaped to ensure the two lovers could enjoy maximum privacy. Chris and Chloe, of course, knew the house was being built, but had no idea it was for them. After they returned from their honeymoon, their parents took them to the house and handed them the keys.
"This is for us?" Chris asked. His father nodded his head.
"It's all yours," he said. "Congratulations." Chris gave his father a hug. Stepping back, he noticed the older man had a tear in his eye, something he never saw before.
"Thanks, Dad, you're the best," Chris said.
"You may not say that after you see the tax bill," his father told him, smiling. Chris turned to Chloe's father.
"Thank you so much," he said. Chloe's father hugged him.
"You know, I've always thought of you as the son I never had," he said. "Now it's official, so I'm going to tell you something that every girl's dad likes to say."
"What's that?" Chris asked.
"Take good care of my little girl, son," he said.
"I will, I promise... Dad," Chris said.
"Alright, you guys," Chris's mother said, smiling. "Go on, make us some grand-kids."
That was 90 years ago, Chris thought. And they were still in the same house, even though it had undergone some remodeling over the years.
Chloe laid her head on her husband's shoulder as he pulled out their telepad, a device very much like the old Kindle Fire tablets, but greatly enhanced with far more memory capacity and the ability to remotely control a number of entertainment devices. It could even communicate with satellites and act as a viewscreen for personal communications anywhere in the world. Hand-held tech had come a long way in the last 70-some years.
Chris turned the device on and maneuvered to the media folder, which contained hundreds, if not thousands, of photos and videos. Chloe watched as he opened up the family album, showing pictures of their now-deceased parents, which brought back warm and loving memories. Wiping tears from their eyes, they moved on. They looked at their wedding photos and pictures of their three children, Mike, Brian and Marilyn.
Mike, their first-born son, joined the service fresh out of college and gave his life in one of the many wars on terror taking place around the world. He was posthumously awarded a Medal of Honor for his service, and the medal remained prominently displayed on their living room wall.
Brian, their second child, also served in the military before going to work for the State Department, where he retired. He was still recovering from a recent bypass surgery and couldn't make the party. Nevertheless, he called to offer his best wishes and they loved hearing his voice.
Marilyn, their youngest, was still their baby girl, even at 71 years of age. She married an engineer and worked as a nurse until she retired just a few years ago. These days, she spent much of her time overseeing her parents' care.
Then there were photos of children, and their children, and so on. Yes, they had made their mark on the world. But Chloe wanted to see more.
"Show me the private folder. I want to see the GOOD stuff," she told Chris. He knew what she meant and his fingers flew over the pad, pressing the right combination of buttons to open a folder that contained their most intimate memories, things they would share between themselves but no one else.
The first picture showed Chloe at 18, posing naked on the floor in front of their Christmas tree. She was leaning back on her arms, her dark wavy hair framing her pretty face, with one shapely, well-toned leg bent at the knee, hiding her shaved pussy. Her B-cup breasts stood up proudly as she smiled at the camera. This was the first photo Chris had taken of her in the nude and her beauty still took his breath away.
"I remember that," she said. "Our parents had just left to go back east and we had just finished making love right there on the floor in front of the fireplace. I told you I wanted you to take pictures of me so we could look at them when we got older. Remember that?"
Chris remembered. That year, she had given him a nice camera that took photos as well as video. He also remembered that was the first night she swallowed his cum and she still had a load of his semen in her pussy when she struck that pose.
That was also the night they established the first rules of their love life. They had talked about it a lot since their eighteenth birthday, when they gave their virginity to each other. They had decided on three hard and fast rules. The first rule was a no-brainer for them, since they each knew how they felt when the other had dated another person -- no infidelity would be tolerated whatsoever.
Secondly, they agreed that anal sex was off-limits, a rule they agreed to after much discussion, sometimes after watching various porn movies or reading erotic stories. It just seemed way too nasty for them.
They also agreed to talk freely and honestly with each other about every aspect of their life -- even the sexual aspect of their marriage. Their parents had told them that love, honesty, respect and open communication were vital to any successful marriage.
So far, they had followed all three of those rules. And Chris learned early on that sex with his wife was much more than a physical joining of two people in love. Sex for Chloe could also be something of an adventure and she often liked to come up with impromptu games or scenarios to liven up their love life.
Most of the time, their encounters were slow, gentle and loving. But sometimes, Chloe simply wanted to be fucked, hard. And Chris was always more than willing to oblige. She loved talking to him as they made love, encouraging him with everything from sweet endearments to downright dirty sex talk.
He kept going through the pictures, most of which showed her in varying stages of undress both inside and outside. Chloe had become something of an exhibitionist and Chris loved watching her show herself off, knowing that it was all just for him.
One picture showed Chloe in her wedding dress. They had just gotten into their hotel room the night they got married and she pulled up her dress to reveal her smooth, bare pussy. That's when he learned that she had worn no panties during the ceremony.
There were also pictures of Chris that Chloe had taken over the years. He couldn't believe that he had once been so well-built. Although he worked hard to keep himself healthy and in good shape, he was nowhere near as strong as he was 90 years ago. Chloe insisted that she needed photos of him for herself and he was more than willing to oblige his pretty wife.
The next picture that caught Chris' attention showed Chloe naked, laying with her legs spread wide on a blanket in their back yard. He remembered that day so well.
...
He was sitting at his desk, studying for a test, when Chloe came up behind him.
"Let's go outside and play for a bit," she said. He looked up to see her in a short t-shirt that revealed her midriff and a tiny pair of short, ripped denim cutoffs that revealed a distinct cameltoe and showed off the lower curves of her ass cheeks. He knew the crotch of her shorts was barely a half-inch wide and under the right circumstances would reveal her bare pussy.
He could see her nipples poking through her shirt and knew she was horny. She had a blanket and a small picnic basket in her arm. "Don't forget your camera," she said with a wicked smile. He grabbed his camera and followed her outside, watching her ass sway in her shorts.
She found the spot she wanted, set the basket down and spread out the blanket. She turned to him and shamelessly stripped off her clothes as he took pictures. She sat down on the blanket and pulled a dildo out of the basket. Looking in his eyes, she spread her legs and rubbed her pussy with the toy.
