***** Writer's note: If you missed Chapter 14, which was posted in Erotic Couplings because it had no overt incest., click on the blue author name below at end of page and read it. You will need to have read Chapter 14 in order to understand the Pon Farr portion of this chapter. It further develops the character of 'Just Jess' or Jessica.
OH, WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE!
Boys will be boys!
By the time MacKenzie and Nick got out of the mall and back to her house, it was almost dark. Because they were the children of lawyers, their plan was logical, highly detailed, well thought-out, and foolproof: Simple! Sneak into the house. After all, they were trained marshal artists--little ninjas, at heart. What could possibly go wrong?
They parked Mac's car a couple of blocks away, walking down the street and holding hands like a couple of dating teenagers. Which, of course, was exactly what they were. At one point they stopped, ostensibly for a kiss; but, in reality, they were both scanning the surrounding homes for any nosy neighbors, who might be watching them. Once the coast was clear they quickly darted down the side of the house and ended up in the back, right at Mac's bedroom window. Mission accomplished... except for one, minor hitch. The window was a couple of inches too high for Mac to get a proper foothold.
Immediately Nick stepped behind her, cupping her ass in his hands.
"Quit it, Nick!" she hissed at him, slapping his hands away. "What the hell do you think you're doing? This is no time to start playing grab-ass!"
"What I think I'm doing is trying to help you break into your own house! So do you want my help or not, Sweet Cheeks?" he whispered back, totally exasperated.
They are so very sweet!
"Probably a good idea," she humbly conceded.
Nick hoisted Mac's bare ass in his hands again, heaving and grunting loudly from the strain. Across the street, one of the neighbors' dogs started barking.
"Shh," she warned him, "Somebody will hear us!"
Nick scrambled up behind her, his jeans and boots making it slightly easier for him to squirm through the window. The barking dog quieted. The two little burglars took a deep breath.
We made it!
Mac used her cell phone as a flashlight. They could see a little. Enough. She found her bed's night light switch, flicking it on. A soft golden glow filled the small bedroom. The light was both sufficient and romantic. It looked like a room lit by candles.
Perfect!
From down the hall came a definite squeaking sound, rhythmic--coming and going. Faster, then slower. Then faster, again. Then fading away.
Bed springs.
Then another deeper sound started up, kind of a banging as the bed's headboard hit the wall. And the sound kept getting louder.
"Your dad?" Nick giggled softly.
Uncle Spencer's 'gettin some'!
"Yeah, of course it is." Mac merely shrugged; but, as she listened, her eyes darkened.
Jesus, do they spend every minute that I'm away, fucking their brains out?!
Nick moved into Mac and took her head in his hands, gently covering her ears with his hands as he turned her face to his. "Don't listen, MacKenzie...don't!" he whispered. "It's just a bed."
Mac closed her eyes. She couldn't hear a thing. No headboard knocking, no grunting, no bed squeaking. She felt Nick's lips touch hers. She felt his tongue. Timid, at first. She felt him against her. He kissed so gooood.
Holy shit, my nipples are getting hard!
Then Nick did something Mac never expected. Without breaking the kiss, he took a breath; Mac's eyes fluttered open as Nick literally 'took her breath away'.
Nick closed his eyes and breathed out. Mac let him. Her lungs filled again.
Nick's breathing for us! For me!
She pushed him away, just a little. "Oh my God, Nikki." She was shaking like a leaf and abruptly sat down on the edge of her bed.
That makes my head feel all funny like I was gonna faint.
"I learned it from you, don't you remember? You were showing me how to kiss my dad? Turns out, you were just showing me how to kiss someone I love."
I love you!
With that, Nick bent down and tenderly removed the black velvet bow tie from around her neck. "I don't think we'll really be needing this anymore." Folding the tie, he tucked it into the pocket of his jacket. Caught up in the fantasy, he grinned. "Now that I think of it, I don't believe I need this either," he stepped between her legs, reaching down and lifting the little black dress. Demurely, MacKenzie raised her arms. Then it was simply gone, landing soundlessly on the floor near the open window; but, not for long. Outside, the off-shore wind was definitely rising; a strong breeze blew through the room, rattling the window slightly and lifting one edge of the dress like a caress.
MacKenzie reached down to take off a boot. His hand caught hers. "No, leave them on. Please, Mac, like in the theater."
Mac smiled. She scooted back from the edge, spreading her boots and legs wide.
Off came his jacket with a flourish and Nick started pulling the shirt out of his jeans. It got tossed. Then Mac watched as he unbuckled the jeans, pushing them downward. His 'problem' was now obvious again. Except now, he looked totally ludicrous with his pants down around his ankles.
Mac couldn't help it; she giggled.
Well, that's an iPhone photo moment! It's like the dumbest selfie ever.
Nick looked ridiculous standing there in his glasses and wearing a ball cap with his cock sticking out, his pants around his ankles, and his boots trapped by the pants.
"Hey, no laughing; I'm new at this," Nick grumbled.
"That's what you get for trying to look at me and undress at the same time. Getting rid of the sunglasses might help."
Nick set them over on the desk.
Mac's eyebrow lifted. "The hat?"
He twisted the ball cap backwards, like he had in the theater.
God you look like such a redneck!
Mac giggled. "Maybe, the boots should be next."
Grinning sheepishly, Nick looked down past his 'erection'. "Oh yeah, huh? Definitely the boots." He tried lifting a leg; but, with the jeans still around his ankles, he ended up falling unceremoniously with a solid thump.
Shit! Fucking ouch!
MacKenzie rolled her eyes, scolding, "Farm Boy! You don't want my dad to catch us like this. Trust me!"
Down the hall, the pounding was slowing; but, it was definitely louder and more forceful. A strong male voice bellowed, "Goddamn! Take that fucking meat, baby." A heavy grunt punctuated the last of the outburst,"Fuck yeah ... take it all!"
Nick fought one boot off, then a sock, then another boot. One after another, they were tossed beside the bed. The boots did make a slight noise, but not as loud as the banging bed coming from the other room. Suddenly, the squeaking and pounding of the bed stopped.
Utter silence! That can't be good!
Nick and Mac held their breaths.
Shit! Did they hear us?
After what seemed an eternity, it resumed. The young lovers took another breath.
Nick stood, his cock hanging out of the shorts and walked slowly towards the bed with it bobbing proudly before him.
Mac couldn't help herself; she giggled, "Please, I'm begging you, get rid of that," pointing at the dildo.
Nick looked up, somewhat confused. "Are you sure? It's for you."
Mac's simple answer "Yeah, I'm sure" said it all.
Off came the black boxer shorts! With a distinct thud, 'Little Nick' fell onto one of the discarded cowboy boots, knocking the standing boot over and coming to rest under the edge of the bed. Out of sight, out of mind.
"We really have to work on your pick-up lines," Mac said, tenderly, "I mean, don't you think 'It's for you' is kinda lame?"
But, I love how 'hard' you're trying.
"Being a boy is hard," Nick whined as he climbed onto the bed between Mac's open legs. His hand ran over one thigh then the other before he lowered his head. He placed a kiss on the inside of each of Mac's wantonly inviting thighs. Then, he slowed, placing a longer kiss one a thigh. It lingered and wandered sensually upward like a caress.
So, MacKenzie, you get goosebumps, too!
"Oh, I don't know; you seem to have gotten to 'third base' pretty easily, Nick." Mac grinned, purposely stopping Nick by putting her fingers under his chin, lifting his lips from their intended target.
She pulled Nick up from between her legs. "Now, how about scoring that 'home run', Farm boy?" Mac pulled the John Deere ball cap from Nick's head and tossed it to the floor with the rest of her 'boyfriend's' clothes.
Her hand reached up and pulled the ponytail free. "Kiss me, Nikki; kiss me again like you just did. I didn't even know there were kisses like that."
That kiss took my breath away!
Nikki just whispered, "But, that was Nick."
Mac brought Nikki's face nearer, her eyes dark. "Nikki, do you remember when your dad showed us that old movie, 'The Princess Bride'?"
Nikki nodded her head,
Yes.
"How many great kisses were there, in all of history?"
"Five. And, Princess Buttercup got one of them."
"Well, Nikki, now there are six! If you don't kiss me soon, I really will die of terminal horniness. So, please kiss me again, one more time, before I die, Farm Boy. "
