Copyright Scarlett Minx. ALL Rights Reserved.
True story for adults only. If you are not of legal age, or if stories about sexual situations disturb you, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.
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It was the day after Thanksgiving and I was finally there. I had to work that Thursday so I wasn't able to make it to my father's home until Friday afternoon. The four-hundred-mile trip was tiring with heavy traffic all the way. I was happy to finally arrive and see my father again. This was be the first Thanksgiving in five years that I would be spending with him. After my parents' divorce my mother and I had moved across country to the West Coast. After graduating college, I found work in the eastern part of the country. He now lives in a neighboring state with his new wife, Cheryl and her son, giving me ample opportunities to visit with him again.
Cheryl is a nice woman and I consider her a friend. We had gotten past the awkwardness of her being my dad's new wife shortly after she had married him. She made him happy and was good enough for me. I tried to reassure both of them that I wasn't suffering any emotional distress from dad's new family. Both my mother and father had tried to make it clear to me early on in their divorce that they both still loved me, regardless of the troubles they were personally going through. I'd like to think they succeeded. This made it easier to develop a friendship with Cheryl and her son, Ben.
Ben is a year younger than I am. He is Cheryl's son from her first marriage, which had ended with the tragic death of her husband in an automobile accident. Ben is about six inches taller than my five-and-a-half feet, with a solid build undoubtedly due to his work in the construction trade. He has Cheryl's wavy brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. Ben is a natural comedian, always good for a laugh or joke. He and I hit it off right from the start. Dad and Cheryl were both happy we got along, but I suspect we would have become friends even if our respective parents hadn't gotten married. We talked a lot, especially online, sharing secrets and details of our lives as we got to know each other.
As it turned out, Ben was celebrating his twenty-first birthday that Friday making it a double celebration. Several of his friends joined us for Thanksgiving dinner. The meal was fabulous, prepared solely by my father who is a certified working chef. I was really enjoying the evening with its great food and even better company.
Finally, close to midnight the last guests left and I retired to the guestroom to get some much-needed sleep. Cheryl checked on me several times, ensuring I had enough blankets, fresh towels, and generally fussing over me like a mother hen. I appreciated her concern and attention. After a long hot shower I slipped naked between the flannel sheets and drifted off to sleep. For some reason; the long drive, way too much food, the excitement of the holiday, I woke up at about four in the morning. Slipping out of the warm bed, I put on a bathrobe to cover myself. I hate sleeping with clothes on, being what my former girlfriend called a "home nudist". I was going downstairs to the kitchen and get a glass of orange juice to drink. My path took me past the other bedrooms. Dad's door was shut as mine had been. When I got to Ben's room I saw the door was open and light from the backyard security light was illuminating the room dimly through the curtains.
I don't know why I looked inside, curiosity perhaps. Ben was lying on his back. He had kicked the comforter off the bed and was partially covered with just the top sheet. I could see he was wearing boxers. As I stared at him, I was struck by how sweet he looked sleeping. I also noticed the fly of his boxers was gaping open and inviting. I squinted, trying to see more of him in the dim light. I briefly entertained the thought of going in for a closer look, but common sense took over. I stepped out of the doorway and went to kitchen. On my way back to bed I stopped by his doorway again. He had shifted his position, turning onto his side so his back was to the door. I wondered why this disappointed me. My mind, too dirty for my own good I have been told, conjured up images of his cock hanging out of his boxers. What would it look like for real I wondered? Squeezing my thighs together to stop a familiar itch from growing any worse, I went back to my bedroom and closed the door. Slipping off the bathrobe, I looked at my pierced nipples in the dim light. They were hard and erect and I shivered with delight as I tugged on the rings piercing the nipples. Feeling wonderfully horny I crawled between the sheets and slept for a few hours more.
When I awoke a few hours later I showered and joined the others for breakfast. Plans for the day were made over poached eggs. Cheryl and I would hit the stores to take advantage of the after-Thanksgiving sales. Dad was going to work on some projects in his hobby shop while we were out. Ben had to go into work for a few hours. Dad and Cheryl were planning on going to the lake house and spend the night there. Ben asked if I wanted to catch a movie or something after he got off work. I told him that would be great. We told our parents we would meet them at the lake on Sunday. With our plans tentatively made, we finished breakfast and started our day.
Shopping was filled with the traditional holiday season madness. Parking was horrible, the stores crowded, lines long. In short we had a blast and both Cheryl and I spent way too much money, I'm sure. After returning home Dad and Cheryl soon left for the lake, leaving me there alone until Ben returned. To pass the time I went into Ben's room and turned on his computer. Using the password he had left for me, I logged onto the Internet and checked my emails. After answering the letters I had received I decided to surf the net for a while. Looking at Ben's bookmarks I found several of my favorites as well. This wasn't surprising, as we have traded URLs to sites via ICQ on several occasions. Looking up some of the erotic story sites we both like, I passed the time reading adult stories. I could feel my excitement start to grow as I read several new ones, all written by some very skilled authors. I wished I were at my apartment, where I could read them properly; naked and while using a dildo or vibrator.
Before too long I heard Ben come into the house. Calling out, I let him know I was on the computer. He came into his bedroom and looked to see what I was reading.
"That's a good one. It got me so horny when I read it," he said as he grinned down at me.
"Yeah, I can see why," I replied. I asked him how long it would take to get ready and if he wanted to eat out or if I should fix something before we left. I watched as he pulled off his tee shirt, revealing his broad chest.
"Just let me grab a shower and I'll be ready. How about turkey sandwiches?"
I caught myself staring at the muscles of his back as he turned and pitched his shirt into the hamper.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, actually I would really like a couple."
"Men!" I snorted derisively.
He grabbed me from behind, his arms circling my chest.
"You know you love me," he teased.
For a second I couldn't say anything. The feeling of him holding me was a sudden shock. I could feel the bottoms of my breasts press onto his arms. Suddenly my bra felt small and tight.
Clearing my throat I replied, "Get off me you goof. You smell."
"Oh yeah, sorry about that," was his sheepish answer.
As he released me, I logged off the computer and shut it off. On my way to the kitchen I passed the bathroom door. I could hear the shower running and my mind conjured images of him in the shower. As I felt the crotch of my panties grow even wetter as my mind's eye saw myself opening the door and joining him.
"Damn it girl, stop this!" I thought to myself.
Angrily I shook my head and headed to the kitchen. I fixed us a light supper from some of the leftovers from last night's dinner. Ben joined me shortly and we ate while making small talk. We decided to go see the new Adam Sandler movie. After clearing the table, he locked up as I went to brush my hair and put on some make up. He opened the door of his truck for me to get in.
"Your chariot awaits Madame," he quipped.
"My hero," I replied as I learned over and kissed his cheek.
