It Was More Than a Trivial Pursuit

It Was More Than A Trivial Pursuit

The Thompsons had become a dysfunctional family, but as an adopted kid he was used to disruption before better times came along.

That was what Archie thought of his mother, Donna, and father Frank. The two of them had fallen into arguing all of the time, or so it had felt. The mayhem had only been brought to an end when the two of them had agreed to live separate lives but not to get a divorce. It seemed that money was involved, what they each had, and that they did not want to put at risk.

So, an arrangement had been reached that meant that he and his sister, Olivia, stayed on and made the best of the hand that their lives had dealt them. It sure wasn't easy, far from it, his beautiful and feisty sister living in an attic bedroom and he having to study through the boom and thump of her music choices below that eerie of hers.

He often wondered if Olivia did it deliberately and if it was an excuse to bond tighter with him as life became a mess. He would hear a soft knocking on the door to his room and she'd enter, an apologetic smile on her beautiful slender face. She had much of what he assumed had been Donna's looks when she had been her age, nineteen going on twenty. The girl was slim compared to the fulsome and shapely figure of Donna, and she preferred to have her sandy-blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders, whereas Donna's was blonde and worn in a bob-cut.

"Sorry, Archie. I heard you throwing shoes up at the ceiling down here."

"Yeah, I was," he replied more in exasperation than anger. "How many times do I have to do that before you take any notice, Livy? You're through with studying and I'm not. Just give me a break, will you?"

"Sure." She said it as she came to stand by his shoulder and draped her arms around his neck. She gripped his arms and felt the strength in them. Her bond with him was getting close to becoming infatuation; her adopted brother was always willing and ready to have fun and neither of them caring how it might look to those that did not know them. "We could go out later and meet up with the others. What do you think?"

He leaned back against her and gazed at the framed picture on the chest of drawers that stood close to his bed. The colour photo was of the two of them, on a family holiday, and she with her arms draped around his neck as she nuzzled a kiss to his cheek. On his iPhone, he had so many others, the two of them on a beach and where folks took no notice of what you were wearing, or not. He hadn't dared to follow through on the feelings that she had aroused in him, even then; two pubescent kids with their hormones raging and with the mayhem that was to erupt between Donna and Frank only months away.

Livy grabbed his arm as he raised it to look at his watch.

"Give it an hour...give me an hour, and I'll be with you."

"Great! I'll go and get ready."

"And I'll go downstairs and tell Donna."

The word 'mother' had been forsaken some years ago, at her insistence, but it had not lessened the bond between them. If anything, Frank's decision to leave them had only tightened it and she had soon turned to him as an understanding emotional prop when everything got too much for her to bear.

Jeez! It was difficult to live under the same roof with these two women sometimes, even now, and some months later, after things with Donna had gotten out of hand for a while. He couldn't forget the first time when loving affection had exploded and had been fanned into a red-hot heat and only too-physical intensity.

Memories of that time took hold of him as he rushed down the stairs to find her.

♥

Archie heard the front door slam shut and wandered from the kitchen into the hall.

"How are you, Donna?" he asked. "Did the day go okay?"

"I got through," she replied with a shrug of the shoulders.

Donna was seen to put her bag down on a hall chair before she gazed at her reflection in the mirror for a moment. The wrap-around shift dress she had chosen to wear to work shaped her fulsome figure but was not a provocative garment that would set tongues wagging. Donna wouldn't know that she still got to him, sometimes, when she wore something as stylish as the dress he now saw her wearing.

Even if Frank had run out on them all, she was not going to let everything go, at least not in front of him. With Livy, it might well be a different story but she would tell him, and so far she had not.

"I've poured out some of your favourite wine," he said to break through the strain that was to be seen on her face. Donna flicked a hand at her hair and took the glass from his hand.

"Thank you," she said with a wobbly smile. "You haven't been cooking supper as well, have you?"

"Yes, I have. I thought it would be of help."

"Darling," she said, putting a restraining hand on his arm, and meeting his look upon her. The young man before her, with his swept-back hair and lean, smiling, face, could so often take hold of her emotions. Gone was the pubescent boy and in his place, a handsome fellow in chinos and a blue cheesecloth shirt scarcely buttoned up. "You've got more than enough to do with your studies."

"I'm up to speed, so I can do this for you," he confided in a low voice. "Times have been tough for you, so I thought to do it. We're on our own. Livy's away on her course, as you know. It starts today..."

He strolled away and into the kitchen, and she soon hurried after him.

"So, it does," she answered. Donna leaned back against the kitchen worktop, sipping on her drink as she watched him at work. She was heard to sigh. "I'd forgotten about that. My mind's all over the place at the moment."

First, there had been his dependence upon her as the young boy grew into a man. The years passed and he was loved and cherished, the bond with Frank muted but present. Then, when he became more independent and self-reliant, the bond with her lessened but never fell away. Something else, deeper and unspoken that she had felt recently, had taken its place.

And now, with Frank stepping out of their lives, it felt as if their roles were reversed and she relied upon him and Livy to help her through the seismic change in her life. Petty disagreements with Frank had become eruptions of explosive anger and the consoling presence of Archie, male and strong, had been relied upon more and more.

"You have changed so much over recent months," she confided.

Boldly, Archie reached out to her and offered a fingertip caress to her cheek. Moving closer, he could breathe in the light fragrance of her scent. "It will get better. The three of us, you, me, and Livy will help each other through in any way that we can."

"Yes, but with you the feelings are different. I've...I've noticed, darling."

Just how was she to deal with what had been aroused in him?

When Archie had stood close to her she had felt the unmistakable press of his erection against her hip and now, as she met his look upon her, she realised that another emotion seemed to be at work in him and that she had felt in his touch. Yes, it was consoling but something deeper could also be sensed and that he might want to pursue, now that it was just the two of them in the house.

"Enough, Archie...enough," she felt prompted to say, disconcerted by the effect that his look and touch had upon her, above all what she had felt press against her thigh.

'Yes...okay, enough.' He broke free of her hold on him and stood by her side, leaning on the worktop but still gazing at her. Donna's dress flattered her figure and he resisted the urge to reach across and to touch the swell of her breasts. Only now did he notice the press of her nipples against the fabric. Was he getting to her despite what she was telling him? "You look good in your dress..."

"Thank you but don't say any more."

She had been prompted to look down and to see what he had noticed. She did not mean for her ways of speaking to sound like she was admonishing him, but the young man could not be allowed to see the effects that his few words, and his touches to her arm, his admiring glances, had begun to have upon her. She had learned, from the few words that he had uttered, that he was smitten. No encouragement had been given, yet here she now was having to deal with what could happen between them and her response to the very idea.

Archie moved away and knelt to turn off the oven. She stepped closer as he did so and reached out to brush a caress to his neck. He spoke in a distracted voice as Archie looked up at her, disconcerted by the caress that she had offered despite what had just been said.

"I made a casserole, of sorts, so we can eat when you want to." A few simple words sought to disarm her, but Donna now felt a moment's caress of his hand on her leg, a stroke of his fingers behind her knee before he stood up. Archie remained close, disturbingly close but unthreatening.

"Archie, you shouldn't touch me in that way." She felt a tremor course through her body, not one of fear but anticipation. "How long has it been since you began feeling this way about me again?"

"Since it all kicked off between you and Frank. I," he faltered, "I didn't want to listen to you two arguing. Somewhere in my memory, I knew that I had been through such times before...before I came here so long ago."

Archie said it as he put his hands on the worktop, to either side of her, and she was pressed against it. She felt his breath on her face and looked up into his stilled eyes.

"Archie? This is wrong, you know that don't you?" she asked with a trembling voice as she felt the press of his erection against her tummy as she was crushed against him.

"Let me take your mind off things while there's a chance and time to do that, please?"

His breath was warm on her lips, as he spoke, but Archie did not kiss her. There seemed no need for him to do that as she became overwhelmed by a rush of longing that only conceding to his wishes would satisfy. Frank, she remembered, had once had to speak to him about his soiled bedsheets, stained by Archie's semen after the times he had jerked off. To know that he had been doing that did not need a leap of imagination for her to realise, from his discreet ways with her, even then, that she had been the focus of his attention at such times.

Now, and if she let him in, she would help him make real what had only been provoked by his horny, and livid, imagination of 'doing it' with her.

"We need to do something about this, don't we?" she murmured against his lips and reaching for the bulge in his pants before she groped and squeezed rhythmically on it.

"Really, and when do suppose that would happen?" he gasped, squirming under her clamping caresses that she offered in a slow and coaxing rhythm.

"Now, and in my bed. Come on!"

She rushed away from him, tugging loose the fastening of her dress as she did so. Archie's questing hands and embrace did not slow their progress, nor her submission to deepening and open-mouthed kisses that Archie wanted to pursue. His hands found their way through the front of her dress and he embraced her.

"I want you...I ache for you!" he said through his kisses, his lips then pressed to the swell of her breasts and Donna clinging to him, her hands in his hair as she guided him in the claims he made upon her body.

"I know...I know that, now! We love and do that this one time. We...we cannot go on with this!"

Imagination would give way to the rage of reality that they each felt as they undressed in a frantic hurry.

♥

"No questions or answers from now on! I want to break with the past and want to do that in this way and with you!" She shivered as one hand reached for and found him; her fingers barely able to encircle his penis. "I...I can't believe what you have and what I want you to bring to me!"

It was not to be an act of self-abasement with a stranger, but the start of a new journey with a young lover who was both accomplished and attentive to her needs. He doesn't need to be rough; he needs to be caring in what he does, plundering her body for their shared pleasure, Archie's fierce kisses met with her responses, and she now does so as his mouth sinks onto her lips and she groans, becomes weak in the knees because of the sensations and thoughts that now rage through her body and mind, and that his caresses arouse.

A young man, her adopted son, wants her...he wants to fuck her and bring raging solace...it's crazy but she wants to share the heat with him too.

She reached out and trailed fingertip caresses over his young smoothly shaven face. She feels the hard cheekbones under his skin. She rubs his ears then pulls on his head to make it easier to kiss his cheeks, his neck, behind his ears, and to flicker her tongue into them, then behind them to find a sensitive spot. She will share and teach him loving ways and teach Archie all that she knows.

Archie stands quite still. He's not been this way with the young women, and fellow female students, that he had taken up with. He will love the novelty of roles being reversed and Donna teaches him how it can go. She slicks her tongue over his throat, loves to taste him before her mouth settles on his parted lips and she feels his slow breaths. They kiss, the claims of the other's mouth deepening, becoming hungrier and enduring as the press of their skin against the other, her hard nipples, and the hard press of his penis to her belly, a physical declaration of longing that words alone cannot convey.

They know what is to follow and they are ready for it. Will Archie wait or pursue his hunger for her?

It seems he will pursue her. Moments of foreplay will not be pursued and, kissing wildly, they fall onto her bed, Archie kneeling between her parted legs and she feels the press of his penis tip at her opening. She sits up and bends her head to feel the domed tip of his penis brush over her parted lips, each slow movement of it a plaguing caress.

"Lie down again," he asks in a hoarse voice, lust overwhelming him after what she has just done. Wantonly, she has even caressed his penis with her breasts, pushed them together to wrap and massage it. "I'm going to get lost in what you do for me."

"I'll be there too!" she cannot help but admit.

His hands trail caresses over her thighs, over her mound, his fingers lingering where she wants him to be. They caress her tummy, the heavy sag of her breasts and he clamps on them, draws their tips to point and his mouth sinks onto them, repeating claims to each. He offers kisses and licks, sucks and tugs as his fingers again trail down the swell of her tummy and his fingers slide over her slit, wet from her arousal.

"Yes, do that for me! Touch me there!"

Her call is in response to his fingers gliding in. She's so wet and ready and yet she wants these moments of attention; moments that she has missed for so long.

His fingering of her becomes too much to bear. She's so ready and she's ready for him! Ready for the handsome and strong young man. She is ready to embrace that youthful body she has watched fill out and become manly. She wants to draw into her wet heat that pole of flesh that teases and presses, slicks over her opening and the tip caressing, teasing and probing slowly, but it goes no further. He performs a tantalizing dance, a ritual, with that bulbous tip on her pussy's lips, pink and swollen in response to what he is doing to her.

He leans in and kisses her, thrusting in his penis, just enough, for her pussy's lips to part in welcome. "I...I think you are ready for me, Donna...you beautiful woman."

His voice is deep, slow, soothing, and full of wonder.

She is dismayed by his confidence. Archie knows what to do. She claws at him with her fingertips but does not scratch. Instead, and lifting her hips off the bed, she meets the dip of his hips and she draws him into her, tingling rushes of pleasure soon aroused by his invasion and provoking her to writhe underneath him.

She calls out her encouragement. "Yes, I'm ready! Now get to work!"

He smiles and she tastes herself on his fingers as he presses them to her lips. "It is not work but pleasure for me to be with you like this, at last."

"I never thought it would go so far!"

She trails slow and clamping caresses over his penis from the tip to his sac and keeps it at her opening. She feels the strength in his hands as Archie pushes up her thighs and he dips as he tugs her hands away, and pushes in. It is a long and plumbing stroke that stretches her and Donna groans. Even now, after what has been shared, she is not ready for it.

She gasps in dismay. He's so considerate even as she hears his slow breaths of rousing pleasure as she enfolds him in her wet warmth and begins to take him, to work what he has as he thrusts and eases away. It becomes a slow and bewitching rhythm that ends with him fully engulfed by her beguiling warmth and she tugs on him.

"Do...do what you want with me," he kisses through quickening breaths, Donna's ways with him are confounding all that he expected from their times together. "I can last for you."

She doesn't doubt it. "And I want you deep in me!"

It takes only three or four deep thrusts for her to feel an orgasm build, to gnaw at her restraint. She lets herself go. All the anticipation of what will happen is now made real; her pussy feels on fire, her lips parted by his swollen flesh and they are caressed in a wild brush of his swollen prick against the walls of her soft haven.

He silenced her squeals and gasps for breath with his kisses; he kept his mouth to her lips as Donna struggled to move away from his hungering mouth as he bucked and dipped his hips, found her so deep that she writhed to prolong the wild pleasure that they had discovered, clinging to him fiercely as she pulled him down and kept him deep within her.

"Go on...go on!" she squealed, at last, wrapping her arms and legs around his body and felt the plunging pleasure of his penis wrack her pussy and plumb her in ways that she had never experienced for their ferocity and the sublime pleasure that his movements within her arouse. "Go on... go on and fill me with it!"

Archie answered her calls.

Her muscles ease and grip on him and she feels Archie so deep. He does not wait but lets her succumb to the onrush of her orgasm, his tamping rhythm increasing so that he brings her there. He's taking her with sublime skill, his hips crashing against her buttocks and she is made to lift her legs so that she can fully accept him and all that Archie brings.

"I do it right for you, don't I?"

"Yes, but I wonder how and when you've learned to do it!"

He had craved to know her in these ways; to caress and kiss her skin and to feel the clutch of her hands on his hips as she encouraged his movements or guided him in the forbidden, raging, pursuit of all that they now shared. They had conceded to uninhibited carnality that their circumstances, who they were to each other, had brought them.

She's on a wild ride of new experiences and she's being fucked as never before, his bumping body, the trust of his prick, the swirl of his tongue as they kiss and share breaths, are wild and unstoppable. She wants to fuck through all these sensations that he's aroused and get wasted by it.

"Archie!" she yelped on knowing that she'd lost it, that she was helpless in restraining him or stopping their wild rut. She did not struggle and, instead, chose to lie still on the bed. Her legs were spread wide, her knees up to her shoulders, and he gave her no chance to lower them.

"You feel so good in how we are together, and we'll find a way through these times."

He wanted her to keep on working him, to bring him on, and for him to take her body, to feel her legs and arms wrapped around him as he brought the wildest of comfort to her and pursued reckless pleasure with the woman that she had become.