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Meg's Adventure II
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MEG'S ADVENTURE II
Comments, especially positive ones, are welcomed by the author.
Preferably they should be sent via e-mail. To those of you who
responded to the original "Meg's Adventure" I send my sincere
thanks. -Meg-
After the incident with Lana, I think that Gary began to see
a new side to his lady. I would catch him looking at me sometimes
when he thought I was unaware of it, and there would be a peculiar
but affectionate smile on his lips.
Several days before my twenty-seventh birthday, Gary's younger
brother Dale came to Montreal for a visit. He stayed with us in
our apartment, of course, seeing as we are all the family he has in
the city. I had no objections whatsoever; I have always been
especially fond of Dale. He is quite a contrast to his outgoing
brother. Gary is strong and stocky; Dale is not quite as tall and
has a wiry build. He is very handsome. He is quiet, too, and
shy... quite the type of fellow that women fall for by the dozens.
I greeted Dale at the door when he arrived, and gave him the
usual hug and kiss. I did not know if he was ever as aware of
those sisterly hugs as I was...to tell the truth, I think I was
flirting just the tiniest bit whenever I hugged Dale. I would
press my slender body tightly against him and wind my arms around
his neck for a moment, then pull discreetly away with some warm
words of welcome. Dale always would respond with exactly the same
degree of affection. And every darn time, I would fight back a
rush of lust and the desire to take him to bed. I would not hurt
Gary for the world, and I was deeply uncertain what he might think
of my attraction to his baby brother... who was twenty-two and one
of the sexiest men I had ever run into.
Dale grinned at me and hefted his suitcase.
"Hi, Meggie. Is my bro home yet?"
I shook my head. "Not yet. He should be here in an hour or
so. You have time for a shower, if you want one. I'm fixing
supper."
Dale dropped the case off in the spare bedroom and took me up
on the offer. He showered quickly and then joined me in the
kitchen. He had put on a clean pair of tight-fitting blue jeans,
but no shirt. I gulped as I took in his well-muscled chest with
its covering of fair hair and yanked my gaze away before he could
notice it. Dale came to sit on a stool beside where I was working
and picked up my wine glass. He took a sip and made a face.
"How do you drink this stuff, Meg?"
"The beer's in the fridge, Slugger," I replied, smiling. "If
you can't appreciate the finer things, don't blame me."
He slid off the stool and I heard the fridge door open and
close. A second later, something cold and hard was pressed against
my side. I yelped and pulled away.
Dale's blue eyes were somewhere they had never been before.
They were fixed on my breasts, and I knew without glancing down
that my nipples, always perky, would be plainly visible under the
light cotton tank top.
"You're a tease tonight, Dale," I managed to say calmly
enough, and took a step back towards my work.
"Takes one to know one," he responded in a low voice.
I froze in my steps and stared at him in sheer dismay. Dale
raised a hand and ran it back through his blond curls. He had gone
a shade paler and seemed to be regretting his words.
"I beg your pardon?" My heart was beating out a painful
denial of what had just occurred.
"Meg-" He extended a hand, clearly wanting me to take it. I
screwed up my courage and slipped my fingers onto his palm. "I'm
sorry. It's just that..." He shrugged.
"Forget it," I murmured. I was miserable, but trying very
hard to hide it. Somehow, my relationship with Dale was not what
I had thought it was. I blinked back tears and wondered if Gary
would notice that something was amiss.
I did not expect the hand that began to gently caress my back.
I expected even less that Dale would suddenly be close, so close
that I could feel his chest-hairs brush against my bare arm. I
glanced up into his eyes and let all of my uncertainty show. It
did not matter, at that moment, that he was my husband's younger
brother, and he knew it. He knew that he had hurt me, and it
bothered him.
"I'm really sorry, Meg," he repeated softly. "It's just that
you're so damn sexy. I know you can't help it. You're just built
that way, and sometimes it drives me crazy. If you weren't married
to my brother..."
I bit my lip and flushed. "What, exactly, would you do?" I
asked. We were standing so close, my nipple brushed against his
chest. Dale blinked, gave me a hard stare, and then leaned down to
kiss me.
My knees nearly buckled; I truly hadn't expected him to make
that move. But his arms went around me in an instinctive offer of
protection and support. The woman in me responded on a very deep
level even while my logical self tried to argue that this man was
five years younger than me and far too much my family for me to be
doing this with him.
Dale had folded me in his arms; the backs of my legs were on
fire, one of my most intense signs of arousal. When he raised his
head and sought out my gaze, he looked certain enough for the both
of us.
"Meg-"
"Don't let me think about it," I whispered. "Just do it now,
before one of us chickens out."
To my astonishment, he lifted me up and deposited me on the
countertop, then reached up under my skirt to remove my panties.
His eyes widened and he shot me a look of pure shock.
I wasn't wearing any underwear; I had the grace to blush even
as I grinned at him. Taking my share of the responsibility for our
actions, I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him close
until my naked pussy was in contact with his stomach. I wound my
arms around his neck and lifted myself up on his strong young body.
Dale's hands were abruptly on my bare ass; I felt his sharp intake
of breath and wondered how many women he had had.
He took my weight easily and lifted me up off the counter,
letting me rub my wet crotch against his belly. I shifted and let
myself slide down past his zipper. All of my inhibitions were
gone; I was going to give this young man the fuck of his life.
My feet hit the ground and I drew down his zipper with capable
fingers. I saw at once that he, too, had scorned underwear and I
glanced up with a chuckle.
"Dale, I love you," I told him sincerely. He smiled, and I
knew that he knew exactly what I meant.
"I love you, too, Meggie. Where would you like to get
screwed?"
I laughed at him. "Wherever you have imagined screwing me,"
I returned, " since we're going to be completely honest about
this."
His blue eyes widened, then he frowned abruptly and grabbed my
shoulders. I gasped as he thrust me a bit roughly against the
refrigerator door.
"Dale-" I gulped. His mouth descended to claim mine
greedily; this time his tongue was more aggressive. I whimpered
and brought my hands up to his chest. Dale ignored my action and
reached down to cup my buttocks. Before I could quite gather his
intent, he had lifted my body upwards and impaled me on his large
and throbbing cock.
A yelp of astonishment escaped my lips, followed instantly by
a gasp of pleasure. His movements were smooth and judged with
great care as he held me against the cool metal door and thrust
into my pussy. Within an instant, my hot juices began to flow
freely down his cock. I lifted my legs and locked them around his
waist again, completely relinquishing control over the act, and
trusting in Dale's sensitive strength.
I had begun to shiver from the pure power of his intensity
when Dale moved away from the fridge. He carried me into the
living room and stooped down to lay me gently on the thick
sheepskin rug which was in front of the balcony doors. His rigid
cock had slipped out of me with the motion and I reached over to
caress its slippery length.
The phone rang at just that moment and we both jumped. Dale
snatched at the receiver which lay on the coffee table.
"Hello." His face lit up and he smiled as he settled back
down on the floor beside me. He met my questioning gaze and
mouthed the name 'Gary,' then proceeded to stroke my inner thigh.
"Yeah, the flight was fine, thanks. Where are you, bro?" He
listened for a moment longer. "Okay. You want to talk to your
wife? One sec.... See you later." He extended the phone towards
me and nodded encouragement. His blue eyes were twinkling.
"Hi, honey," I strove to sound nonchalant. I listened as
Gary explained that he had been delayed at the office and that he
would be home within the hour. Part of me was intensely relieved
that he was not about to walk in the front door. The other part,
which adores Gary and always wants him near, was disappointed. I
glanced down to where Dale's hand had come to rest quietly on my
belly and decided that he was a sweet and considerate lover.
Gary's next words grabbed my attention back. "How is the kid,
Meg?"
"What?" I was caught off guard.
"How is he doing? Does he seem really depressed?"
"Why?" My gaze shot to Dale's face and he frowned.
"I spoke with Jack in Toronto today." Gary named their other
brother. "Apparently Dale broke up with Carmen two weeks ago and
he has been really down about the whole mess. That bitch.... I
always wished that Dale would meet someone warm like you and stop
going around with those Barbie dolls he seems to attract. He needs
someone who isn't afraid to get her hair out of place in the sack."
"I guess I see what you mean." My heart had tightened in a
sudden burst of sympathy. "We'll have to see what we can do about
that. Listen, honey, get finished up there and come home soon. I
miss you." It was the truth. That's what real love does to you.
I handed Dale the phone and drew in a deep breath when he had
laid it quietly back in its cradle. He turned back to me with a
tentative smile.
"Is everything okay?" He settled down at my side and touched
my cheek with careful fingers.
"It will be," I answered gently. "He won't be home for a
while, Dale." I did not wait for his next question. We had come
too far to turn back now. And my pussy was aching for his
magnificent cock. I sat up and crawled into his lap, settling my
legs behind him. My breasts rubbed against his chest enticingly
and I lifted my face to be kissed.
Dale shivered and gave in; for a moment I had been afraid that
he was having second thoughts. I let my fingers slide up and into
his blond curls as my tongue explored his mouth, then ran teasingly
over his lips.
"Do you know that I have wanted to touch you like this since
we first met?" I murmured in his ear.
Dale's fingers encircled my small waist and he chuckled.
"When you met me, Meg, I was fifteen years old."
"Yeah. I know." I bit his earlobe gently. "And I wanted to
fuck you when you were fifteen years old. I just never let on."
His grip tightened. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," I whispered. "You're one of the sexiest men I have
ever met, and it doesn't matter that you're only twenty-two. I
just hope I have the chance to fuck you when you're thirty."
He swallowed hard. I could feel all of his interest returning
and it was feeding the fire between my legs. "Meggie, what if
Gary-"
"Finds out about this? He loves you, Slugger, and so do I.
And he knows that I can be a little bit impulsive." My hands found
his cock and stroked it. "Don't be such a tease," I added. "You
can't fuck a woman half way and then stop, not when she wants you
as badly as I do."
At the word 'tease' he had flushed. I had touched a nerve.
"Meg, I'm so sorry I said that to you. You aren't a tease,
you're the sweetest woman I've ever known."
"Wrong. I am a tease, and I am a shameless flirt. When you
come in the door I hug you like I want to have sex with you. You
turn me on just by walking into a room." I watched his eyes widen
in astonishment. "Dale, why do I have the feeling that you aren't
used to honesty from a woman? Am I shocking you?"
"Hell, yes, you're shocking me." His expression was grim.
"And it's a new and unusual feeling, being told the truth."
I gasped as his fingers suddenly plunged into my dripping
pussy. A second later, I drew in an unsteady breath when he raised
one finger to his lips and licked it, then leaned forward and
kissed me. I tasted my own juices on his tongue and whimpered.
The sound seemed to touch something in Dale. He shifted me
out of his lap and lowered his body onto my own. His powerful legs
spread my own willing ones and the tip of his cock danced at the
lips to my puss. My body arched towards his and he chuckled. He
trapped my hands and drew them up over my head, spread-eagling me.
Dale paused just then and studied my expression. "Do you feel
helpless like this, Meg?"
I did not know what this meant to him, but decided at once
that the truth was the only possible answer. "Of course I do."
"But does it frighten you?" He was pursuing some line of
thought. "Does it turn you off and make you afraid of me?"
"Of course not. Just touch me and you'll see. I'm still
soaking wet for you."
"Why?" He brushed against me with that long, expert stroke
again and I thought I was going to come.
"Dammit, Dale, because I trust you!" I burst out. "I care
about you and I trust you! Now will you please, please fuck me
before I scream?"
He looked abruptly abashed, and yet at the same time joyful.
He thrust the length of his cock into my body with a vengeance.
For the first few seconds he pumped quickly, then settled down into
long, slow strokes which were full of power and skill. It crossed
my mind to ask Gary if he had ever discussed techniques with his
younger brother, because Dale knew some tricks I would only have
expected from an older man.
My eyes had closed for a moment as I soaked in the pure
pleasure he was giving me; I was startled when he paused and
slipped his arms around my sweating body. He rolled carefully so
that his own sturdy back was on the polished wooden floor and I was
safely nestled in his arms, on top.
From this new vantage point, I saw that our relationship had
changed; something in the way he approached love-making had
changed. He had handed control over the moment back to me, as his
partner. I was not going to disappoint him.
I sat up on his chest and drew his hands up so that they
cupped my breasts, then began to move gently on his body. Slowly
at first, and then more quickly, I used the muscles in my pussy to
drive him closer and closer to the edge of explosion. Thoughts of
Gary flashed into my brain, images of times I had driven him wild
with exactly this technique.
Dale's breath was coming in ragged pants. His fingers were
hard and then gentle on my breasts as he forced himself to remain
in control, but finally it was too much for him. He drove himself
to his feet without losing me and slammed me back into the nearest
wall. My arms had reached instinctively for his broad shoulders as
he rose; I let my legs drop so that the contact between us was as
tight as was humanly possible. My clitoris was ecstatic as he
slammed into my body; I felt as light as a feather in his strong,
certain grasp. Hot juices ran down my thighs; we could not have
been more slick or more perfectly joined. My sense of self had
drifted away as I lost touch with everything in the world but this
incredible loving.
I was frightened for a split second, just as we came together.
The power of the feeling staggered my expectations. Dale sensed my
naked vulnerability and held me very close. Both of us knew that
the age difference and our old relationship had been blasted away
by this new knowledge of each other. He was most definitely a
grown man, capable of making me feel wanted and protected and
valued.
He coaxed me into a shower and we soaped each other down; I
felt shy and self-conscious and humble. I had wanted to give him
the fuck of his life and had been taught a lesson myself. It was
worth it, though, as I knew at once by Dale's gentle, relaxed
manner during the rest of his stay with us.
That same night, Gary cuddled me in bed and remarked how Dale
seemed to have gotten past some kind of a hump. I asked him what
he meant and could sense his easy smile even in the dark.
"Didn't you notice, Meg? Dale has changed. I talked to
him before and he says that he has a new perspective on women. He
wants to find someone nice and normal to go out with, someone who
knows how to relax. He isn't as stiff with you as he used to be,
either."
"He isn't as stiff... I don't know about that, honey." I
kissed Gary and swallowed a grin. "Was Dale ever stiff with me?"
The End... For Now
-MEG-
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