Experiments: Chapter 2 "My sister Elizabeth..."
(Of course all characters are fictional and 18 years or older)
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After a quick dinner of Beans and Weenies with store bought coleslaw, Jack and I went out back of the cabin to sit in the shade.
"Another one Dad?" My son Jack asked, wiggling his empty beer can at me.
"Sure, why not."
It would be our third each. Three was definitely more that we usually drank, however I decided as Jack was going to college next month. Let it go. He's a bit nerdy, but a responsible kid.
As he walked past his package was thick enough to be obvious. My brain was still dealing with earlier events. The spontaneous encounter left a strong residue of adrenalin in my system. My god... it WAS exciting..... and good. It's been too long since I had a real dick....
"Here Dad." Jack pressed a cold can against my arm. "You look lost in thought."
"So Jack, do we need to talk?" I nervously asked. "Any problems?"
"Me? No. But it was so '
Other Worldly
'... you know. So fast and unexpected.... AND INTENSE. Wow! I love these pictures. Really radical. Look at this one, it's the best." He held up his phone for me to see.
"Well it wasn't planned...."
"Jeeze, my head is still buzzing. How about you? You having second thoughts? A waste of time, it all just happened..... AND I'm still so turned on."
"You know Jack, it's normal to need some time to come down. The excitement is temp...."
"Cum' on Dad, You always over analyze everything! Enjoy the high. I know you were turned on too."
At that moment our attention was drawn to the sound of a pickup truck bouncing down the trail to the cabin.
"Late as usual." I said raising up, "Typical of your uncle Mike. Hope he remembered those wood shakes we need."
We walked around front and found not Tim but his wife, my younger sister Elizabeth. As a light cloud of dust drifted by, she slipped out of the truck,
"That fool Mike has HAD IT!", she announced. "What an ASS!" she exclaimed. Elizabeth turned to drag a small ice chest from the passenger's seat
I was at that very moment admiring her ass, draped in a thin cotton print skirt. An ankle length skirt of course, after all it was Elizabeth, my very prim sister..... But wait a minute... what did she just say?
"Jack, the shingles are in the back. Tim, please get the two grocery bags on the floor in front. I'm hot and grungy, let me freshen up and then I'll join you guys out back."
Jack and I exchanged glances and proceeded to our assigned chores.
About 20 minutes later Elizabeth appeared and collapsed in a lounge chair beside me. She filled a glass of ice from a bottle she carried and plopped it on the table.