Good Night, My Love – Sex Stories

Goodnight My Love

Part 1

My advent had been a big surprise to my parents. When five-year-old Sandra had learned that she was the proud owner of a brand spanking new baby brother, she was most enthusiastic. To all accounts, she played the role to the hilt. For years, that’s what she called me, “Baby Brother.” She said it and meant it with such obvious affection that I never took it any other way. Even now, I love to hear her call me by that name. My whole life has been in one way or another shaped by her attentions and genuine regard.

The summer that I was sixteen my sister Sandra turned twenty one. I think Sandra and I are as close as siblings ever get. I have never called her Sandy – Sis was as close to a nickname as she would allow.

At twenty one, Sandra was drop dead in the street gorgeous and I was in awe of her. Her smile alone could make grown men stupid and old men weep. It always turned me to jelly. Her piercing gaze can make anyone stammer. I’ve seen her do it to Traffic Cops and Nuns. If she had wished it, my father, and I both would have been her willing bond slaves.

I could not have articulated it then but, my affection and adulation for her amounted to a deep and abiding devotion. I worshiped at her feet. I still do. There is nothing I would not do for her. In fact, the previous summer, at risk to life and limb, I took on a young loud mouth stud her age who had impugned her honor. I was so enraged that I beat him senseless. That is, however, another story altogether.

We had never been overly casual about nudity in our house. That is not to say that we were prudish about it either. We simply regarded it as natural – nothing to blush or snicker about. But it was never flaunted or forced on anyone. Respect for person and personal privacy was highly re-garded.

Sandra was the image of our mother and her twin sis-ter, Aunt Patty. One of the best pictures I ever took is of the three of them as they stood facing the water at the deck rail of our boat. Their heads are turned into the wind, dark hair streaming and their left hands raised to shade their eyes. Sandra is in the middle. They are wearing only their bikini bottoms. Except for the fact that Sandra is half an inch shorter than Mom and Patty, you cannot tell them apart. The black and white print is the best.

Our Aunt Patty was in the hospital diagnosed with breast cancer and scheduled for surgery. Our parents had gone out of town to be with her. The prognosis was not promising and Mom was distraught. We did not expect them home until the following weekend, if all went well. So, San-dra was the duty responsible adult until then.

It was a Friday evening in mid August, I had done my chores, so I was reading and listening to music, Vivaldi, I think. Sandra was in her room up-stairs reading, or so I thought. I wanted to go out to Baskin Robin’s for some “No Sugar Added” ice cream (I have diabetes), so I went upstairs to see if Sandra could be bribed into going to Rally’s for dinner and then for ice cream.

When I reached her door, I heard her give a muffled, almost strangled cry of what I thought was serious pain. I didn’t wait to knock. I shoved her door open, terrified at what I might find.

She was lying naked on her bed with one hand on her breasts and the other buried deep in her snatch. I was stunned and my dick went instantly hard.

Flustered, I stammered, “Good God, Sis… are you… are you alright? I heard… You sounded… in pain…”

She lay there gasping and giggling, “My intrepid protector.”

That stung!

Red faced, I said, “I… I’m sorry, Sandra,” and closed the door.

I was very confused and embarrassed. To my surprise and chagrin, I was also extremely aroused. Sandra, on the other hand, seemed neither sorry nor embarrassed. She called me back into her room. With some trepidation, I went back. She had not covered herself and I could not help ogling her, but what stopped me was the expression on her face. It was languid to the point of being stuporous. To say the least, this aroused in me (no pun intended) a deep concern that she might be slipping into insulin shock. Sandra and I both have juvenile diabetes. We are both insu-lin dependent. A very large part of our lives is devoted to self-monitoring and some gentle nag-ging of each other to make sure we keep to the routine. I went right to her dresser and opened her kit, intending to test her blood sugar.

“No, Baby Brother, I’m OK – I don’t need that.”

Undeterred, I loaded a fresh blade into her auto-lancet, ripped open an alcohol swab, and stuck a new test strip into her blood glucose meter. I carried this stuff to her bedside.

Setting the meter on her night table, I asked, “Then, just what the hell is wrong with you?”

I lifted her hand from her breast. I could not help but notice that her nipples were erect and that she continued to stroke herself with her other hand. My dick throbbed and I swallowed hard. This was not lost on Sandra as I swabbed her ring finger.

“It’s Friday night, I have no date and he asks what’s wrong,” she announced to the ceiling. “Ouch!” I’d stuck her finger.

I collected the blood drop on the test strip and set the meter back on the night table. Impul-sively, I licked and sucked her finger, then swabbed it again with alcohol and returned her hand to her left breast.

With my hand resting on top of hers, I said, “But you never date. You’re always telling me that the guys you know are pin heads and cretins.”

I stroked her hand with my fingers. She stared at the obvious bulge in my khaki shorts. She was no longer smiling as she drew her hand from under mine then placed my hand on her breast and pressed my trembling fingers into her hot flesh.

Then, looking directly into my eyes, she whispered, “I’m horny and frustrated. Don’t you ever get horny, Baby Brother?”

My brains scrambled at the feel of her under my hand. I dared not even let my fingers twitch. I tried to keep eye contact but I couldn’t, partly because I found the circumstances so embarrassing. I also found them disturbingly arousing and that was even more embarrassing. My throat had gone Mojave dry. It took several tries to answer her.

I finally croaked out, “Yes, Sandra. I do get horny. I am horny right now and I’m very sorry about that. But, I’m sixteen, looking at linoleum makes me horny.”

“Oops!”

Yeah, she actually said that. She released my hand and very reluctantly, I removed it from her acheingly lovely breast. Sandra coyly pulled a corner of her sheet over one breast. My dick throbbed in response to this provocative little act. I seriously thought that my zipper would loose the battle to keep the little monster at bay. I also thought that if this funny business continued much longer, it could only end badly.

The scent of her sweat and her sex was very heady and I desperately wanted to help her stroke her womanhood in tandem with her. I wanted to shower her breasts with my kisses. The urge to touch her again was so strong that I had to close my eyes, step back, and shove my hands into my pockets. At that moment, her meter beeped. Saved by the bell.

I took her meter back to the dresser. When I could get my hands to stop shaking, I wrote the reading in her Logbook. It was 72 mg/dl, a little low but normal. It did not account for her bizarre behavior. So I turned to her closet. Her old terry robe was hanging on a hook. I grabbed it then put it back in favor of her black silk kimono with the scarlet trim. My thought was that something pretty might make her feel better.

I opened her undies drawer and picked up the first pair of panties I saw. I covered her with the kimono. The soft folds of black silk hugged her form. Her breasts and nipples were clearly visible. I took her unoccupied hand, placed the panties against her palm, and then I gently folded her fingers over them. On impulse, I kissed her fingers and caressed her cheek. She sat up, holding the robe more or less in place with the hand that had been busy between her legs.

She looked at the panties. Then the weirdest thing happened. Sandra started laughing and crying at the same time. I was thoroughly spooked. The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. My traitor dick gave my zipper another hard nudge.

She tried to say something but the tears and laughter garbled it. I thought for a second that she was choking. She held out the panties for me to see but I didn’t get it. Sandra held them to her breasts and the laughter lost. She sobbed uncontrollably.

Now, I felt completely helpless. I put my arms around her and just held her against me with shaking hands. I let her cry it out with my stupid dick pocking her in the side. When she started to run down, I handed her some tissues. She dabbed at her eyes then turned toward me and stood up.

I took the kimono and held it for her. Sandra turned and shrugged into it. When she turned to face me again, I closed the kimono and tied the sash for her. She was a bit unsteady on her feet so I held onto her elbow. She sat back down on her bed with the panties still in her hand. She sat looking down at them turning them over in her hand then shrugged and let out what might have been a chuckle. Without looking up Sandra handed them back to me.

With a husky catch in her voice, she whispered, “Don’t these look familiar to you, Kev?”

Hesitantly, I took them from her hand. I was unsure why any of her intimate things should look familiar to me. They were pearl gray, mostly lace and incredibly soft. But, as I unfolded them, they did seem somehow familiar. I suddenly realized that Sandra was tautly alert and watching my face very attentively.

Spooked again!

I glanced back down at the bit of gray silk lace in my hand. Then I felt Sandra’s hand under mine, gently pushing the panties closer to my face. I let her.

When they were only a few inches from my face, Sandra said, “Close your eyes and sniff.”

My eyes flicked to hers. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I thought you didn’t want me to become a pervert. Didn’t you lecture me about that once?”

The words were barely out of my mouth when I had a full-blown, living color memory of Sandra smiling shyly and wearing little more than these very panties. For about thirty seconds I just stood there, my mouth agape. Then, as Sandra had instructed, I closed my eyes and sniffed – lavender – her signature scent.

“Aunt Pat… She gave these to you.”

“You remember.” She whispered.

“These are your famous birthday undies. Patty also gave you the lavender. You wore these for me that day when you… when you… it was the day I fell…”

When I realized what I was about to say – out loud – I broke off, in a sudden panic and cold sweat. I tried to recover by changing tack. “How is it that they still look brand new?”

“Because, my darling Baby Brother, I only ever wore them for you. I never wore them again.

That afternoon was so special that I could never bring myself to wear them casually. I began falling in love with you that day, Kev.”

Well, now… there it was. The thing I had been terrified of saying aloud. Terrified that if she knew, she would think I really was a pervert – that she could no longer love me. But now, they were Sandra’s words echoing my own thought, my own feelings. I was stunned. My jaw dropped, my hands dropped to my sides and I dropped to my knees. My hands still shak-ing, I placed the gray lace panties on her knees and carefully refolded them. She reached out to me then, caressing my cheek.

“I know that you fell in love with me that day,” she said. Our eyes locked. There were ten seconds of deafening silence as my heart tried to tear itself out of my chest.

“Yes… Oh Sandra… God help me… yes, I did,” I whispered.

I took her hand from my cheek and kissed it. I took a long time kissing her hand. Then with the same hand, she brushed a tear from my face. She silently opened her arms to me. Still on my knees, I moved forward and nestled between her knees, I put my arms around her. I let out a long ragged and broken sigh when I felt her wrap her arms around me. I gave myself over, trembling, to the warmth of her embrace.

“Aren’t we a pair?” Sandra mused after a few minutes.

“We are that,” I mumbled into her shoulder. I chuckled.

“What’s so funny, Baby Brother?”

“I only came up here to ask if you wanted to go out to Rally’s and then for some ice cream with me and then the universe collapsed.”

“Rally’s and ice cream I can manage. The universe is on its own. Let me shower first. OK?”

“Sure, Sis – do you need any help?”

“I think I know how to take a shower…” There was a slight edge in her voice.

“Don’t turn cranky on me now, Sis, or I’ll be checking your blood sugar again. You were none too steady on your feet just a few minutes ago. Let me rephrase that. Do you want any help?”

Her smile returned but she did not answer. I stood up and took a step back. I bent down and retrieved the forgotten panties. Sandra stood up and took them from me.

“We can’t have you collecting souvenirs, Baby Brother,” she said with a coy grin. She returned them their proper place in her dresser. She took my arm and though she seemed quite recovered, she let me escort her to the bathroom. I flipped on the light, handed her in and turned to go.

She caught my hand and said, “Stay, please… at least until I get in.”

Turning to face her, I asked, “Are you really OK?”

Her gaze was steady as she replied, “Yes, I think so… I just… I don’t… I just want you near me right now.”

Something in her voice, something in her eyes – clawed at me painfully. I swallowed hard and stepped into the bathroom after her. It answered whatever that “something” was. Sandra very deliberately put her arms around me and as deliberately put her head in my shoulder. I returned her embrace and kissed her cheek. She sighed heavily.

“You are so good to me. You really are my true knight and I love you, Kevin.”

There are moments between two people that are so tender, so pure, and so intimate that they make you ache.

This would have been one of those moments but for my shamelessly bloated dick. With renewed vigor, it was straining against my pants and pressing firmly into her thigh. For about two seconds I actually thought, “Perhaps she won’t notice.” It was pure foolhardy wishful thinking. After a moment or two of silent basking in the warmth of her arms, I felt her stiffen. She shifted her pelvis, not away from my offending member but directly against it.

I cleared my throat and tried to step back. She would not let me retreat gracefully, if anything, she tightened her embrace. Then she thrust her mons against me pinning my erection to my thigh. We both gasped at the same time. My brains scrambled again and I lost control as she ground herself against me.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back. Hungrily, I sought her mouth with my own. Finding her lips, moist and parted, I gave her the most passionate kiss I had ever given.

It took her half a beat to join in. She returned my kiss with equal passion. The feel of her questing tongue slipping into my mouth nearly undid me as I came to climax. I don’t have a clue as to how long the kiss lasted nor what kept us from going straight to wanton groping. I was barely conscious when we came up for air. We both struggled to catch our breath. There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance.

I disentangled myself and held her at arms length, my hands on her shoulders. I stood there, overcome by fear that I had crossed the line of propriety. It wasn’t about kissing my sister, I was way passed that. It was because I had forced my kiss on her.

Gasping for breath, I croaked out, “Oh Sandra… I’m so sorry, Sis, I… please forgive me.”

“Don’t you dare apologize for love, for loving me. It’s too rare, too precious Kev.”

The heat and force of her passion was scorching. I just gaped at her, trying to blink…

Goodnight My Love 2

Part 2

Previously –

On impulse, I kissed her ear. Sandra sighed contentedly and settled back into my arms. The thunderstorm continued unabated. After a couple of minutes, she leaned her head back onto my shoulder, enjoying the storm and my embrace. Sandra turned her face slightly, pressing her cheek against mine and wiggled her buns against my insanely exhibitionistic boner.

She had my full attention, so I heard her when she said, sotto vocce, “I’m having very naughty thoughts about you.”

Kissing the hollow of her throat, I replied, “I’d be willing to bet my allowance that they’re not half as naughty as mine about you, Sis.”

“Oh, Kevin, they’re awfully naughty.”

She turned in my arms to face me. Her embrace was so thorough that I felt naked in her arms. Then she leaned back in my arms and she had that deadly serious look.

Placing her hands on my chest she said, “We really need to talk about this soon, Kev. We seem to be headed into uncharted water.”

Her words were not intended as a rebuke but I could not help but feel that I may have said the wrong thing or at least, not quite the right thing. The thorn in my chest made another wrenching half turn and I saw my misery reflected in her eyes.

But, then my stomach growled and I asked, “Can we eat first?”

Begin Part 2

“Certainly, my sweet, but let’s wait for the storm to wind down.”

Now that was the second time she had called me that and it gave me goose bumps. Sandra noticed and her brow creased slightly with concern. She touched my cheek and studied my face rather intently. She put one hand flat against my cheek then moved it to my forehead. After a moment, her hand went to my shoulder and she pulled me closer. She kissed me, pressing her lips against mine, very gently and lingered over it. The goose bumps intensified. My dick decided to take a break and promptly deflated. It left me feeling light headed and I broke into a cold sweat.

Sandra leaned back in my arms her frown deeper and asked, “Are you cold?”

“No,” I replied.

“When did you do your last test?”

“Just before lunch.”

“When, Kev, when did you eat?”

“Oh… Um… I think around 11:30.”

She stepped back out of my embrace, turned me toward the door, and took me by the arm just below my shoulder. She nudged me in that direction and said, “Come on, Kev, let’s go look at your Logbook. It’s my turn to test your blood sugar.”

“OK, Sis.”

I was beginning to feel all the symptoms of dropping blood sugar. It shouldn’t have been a surprise. I had had a very long and active day – then, Sandra. My erection had been continuous for at least an hour and a half, probably longer and I had been in an intensely heightened state of excitement since I’d opened Sandra’s bedroom door. The thing about insulin shock is that by the time you actually feel the symptoms, you don’t have much time. You do something about it or you pass out.

As I stepped through the open door, my equilibrium wavered. Sandra followed close behind letting the screen door bang shut. Quickly she pushed me to the couch and shoved me down on it.

With some urgency in her voice she asked, “Where is your kit, Kev?”

“In my pocket, Sis.”

My khaki shorts were British Army style. We both liked them because of the large patch pockets on the sides. I felt Sandra’s hands feeling my pockets to locate my kit. She removed it from the left pocket. As she was unzipping the case, the light coming through the open door grew very bright. The sun, low in the west behind the house had cleared the edge of the fast moving storm. We both turned our heads to look.

Sandra said, “Hang in there, Kev. Don’t pass out on me, my sweet.”

I tried to say, “OK,” and reached for her hand but before either of those things could happen, my lights went out.

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I was lying on the deck of our boat. It rocked me gently in the ebb tide. The sun was very bright and low behind me. In front of me, the sky was full of dark receding storm clouds. Houses and trees sprang up where there had been boats. My field of vision narrowed to the height and width of an open doorway, but the gentle rocking continued. A little disoriented, I took stock. I was lying on the couch, the lights had come back on, and my upper body lay across Sandra’s lap. She held me in her arms rocking me and crying softly. She pressed her lips to the side of my face. I could taste the cloying sweet orange of a glucose tablet under my tongue. Then in a rush, I was fully awake. The recovery is always fast and dramatic.

Before Sandra realized I was awake, I heard her whisper through her tears, “Come back to me, Kev. Please come back.”

“I’m right here, Sis, and I’m not going anywhere.” She hugged me tighter and began to shower me with quick little kisses. “You’re crushing me.”

I felt a couple of tears drop onto my face and they made me ache for her.

“Oh Patches, don’t cry. I’m OK. I was in no danger with you here.”

“Patches,” talk about dredging up old memories. I hadn’t called Sandra that in years. She used to have an old-fashioned apron made like a patchwork quilt. It was another of those enigmatic gifts from Aunt Patty. Sandra had loved it and had worn it to death. Our Dad had taken one look and said, “My God! You’re covered with patches.” The name stuck. For as long as the apron lasted so did the name. I had called her that long after the apron was gone but it had been several years now since I last called her Patches. It just made her cry more. I sought her lips with mine and kissed her fondly.

“Well, I see that the little letch isn’t dead yet,” said Saki, stepping through the front door.

Saki is short for Sakura-no-Fuji (Cherry Blossom of Fuji,) her mom is a romantic and Japanese. Saki’s last name is Smyth, Nakamura-Smyth actually. She’s our best friend and she also has diabetes.

“Not!” I said turning my head. “Hi ya, Saki-chan, kon nichi wa.”

“Hi yourself, squirt. Are you giving Sandra fits?”

Sandra sat up straight as Saki knelt beside me. She took my hand from Sandra’s shoulder, pressed two fingers to the inside of my wrist, and then pressed her lips lightly against my temple, checking my pulse and temperature. I turned into her “kiss” and planted a big wet sloppy one on her. She did not pull away but returned it in kind and was in no hurry.

Chuckling, she sat back on her heels and said, “He seems quite recovered to me. Why were you so worried, Sandra?”

“His last test.”

Sandra pointed to the coffee table where she had my kit spread out. Saki picked up my meter with the last test reading still displayed. The reading was 62 mg/dl. Saki’s eyes went wide with surprise. She set the meter down then took my hand in both of hers.

“That’s too dangerous, Squirt. My God, what did you do? You run a marathon or something and forget to eat? Did you somehow take too much insulin?”

“Nothing that ambitious.”

“How long was he out, Sandra?”

“Just over three minutes.”

“How many tabs?”

“Only three.”

“Yeah, gag-in-the-mouth orange,” I added.

“How long has he been mouthing off?” she asked with a broad smile.

“Only since just before you came through the door.”

“Have you been back on your feet yet, Squirt?”

“You’ve been here as long as I’ve been awake,” I growled.

Saki kissed my cheek and said, “Don’t be a smarty pants. How about you try sitting up, OK?”

“I don’t know, I kinda like it here,” I replied.

“It’s all this kissy face stuff that you like. So, sit up or we cut you off.”

I sat up. Saki held my hands. Sandra had one hand on the back of my neck. So far, so good, I thought. They both seemed to be holding their breath. So, I took it a step further and stood up. They both came up with me.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, squirt,” Saki cautioned.

“I think I will take your advice,” I said sitting back down on the couch.

“Smart boy,” said Saki, patting my cheek.

“Do you feel dizzy, my sweet?” asked Sandra. There it was again.

“A little, Patches, but all this attention is terrific.”

“Patches?” asked Saki, raising an eyebrow. “God, I haven’t heard that one in ages.”

“Hmm, yes,” Sandra mused, “Something seems to have flipped his nostalgia switch.”

Sandra and Saki decided that another test was in order. They went about it with military precision. This time the reading was 69.6 mg/dl, not too shabby. About then my stomach growled loudly reminding me how we got into this mess in the first place. They both looked at me with disquiet etched on their faces.

“Well, that explains this whole business,” said Saki, “the poor darling boy is starving.”

“Starved for Luv,” I said playfully.

“Ha! No chance!” said Sandra.

“And what are we, chopped liver?” huffed Saki.

“In fact,” Sandra continued, “there is probably no other bad boy in the entire country who enjoys as much love and TLC as you do.”

Now, I knew that they were just teasing me. They were really good at it and they had been doing it for years. But, a guilty pang swept over me and I reached out to touch them in contrition. Still in teasing mode, they pushed my hands away. I wasn’t even aware that I was leaking until Saki brushed a tear from my cheek. They stopped laughing and Sandra took my hand. Saki took the other one. Bouncing blood sugar levels can play havoc with your emotions.

“Oh, golly! You’re not a hundred percent yet, are you Hon?” said Saki.

“I guess not,” I said sheepishly, “or I wouldn’t have made such a stupid remark.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, my sweet. I know what you meant.”

“Yeah, me too, Squirt. We’re all sex starved teenagers,” said Saki squeezing my hand. “So… you’ve gotta eat pretty quick.” It wasn’t a question. “My mom said that I am to bring the two of you home with me so she can feed you. She’s in the mood to make Sukiyaki and Sushi. I wouldn’t turn that down if I were you. Besides, she has been worried sick about the two of you left home alone.”

“I love Nao-san’s oshokuji.” I said as eagerly as I could.

“And don’t think she doesn’t know that, Squirt. Nao-san thinks you’re pretty special too. She doesn’t get out her Gensu knives and put on her paper hat for just anybody.”

“I take it that Rally’s is out, Kev? I’m with you. I would much rather have Nao-san’s cooking and the company of our friends. Did you drive down, Saki?”

“Yes, I’m parked right out front.”

“Nao will want us to stay the night, won’t she?”

“You know my mom.”

“I think that will be just the thing for me and Kev. We could stand a bit of fun.”

“Yes, we surely could,” I said, thinking of seeing them both in an advanced state of undress.

Saki said, “Is he leering at us? Shame on you, Squirt.”

“No, he’s leering at his fantasy of us. It’s an Anime that he runs in his head. It’s harmless enough, I suppose. OK, last question Kevin – is my car roadworthy or is it still a parts collection?”

“Oh Sandra, you wound me. I spent the day working on your car. You’re in for a big surprise!”

Smiling, she said, “You are too easily wounded and I don’t want any surprises after I start the engine.”

“Follow me,” I said handing her the keys. They followed close behind.

“Happy Birthday, my dear sister. Your carriage awaits.”

With a flourish, I opened the door to the garage and flipped on the lights. The girls followed me out into the garage then just stood there staring. I put on my white gloves then patted the rear deck of Sandra’s cherry, canary yellow, 1965 MGB Roadster.

“Oh, Kevin, it’s gorgeous.”

“Did you really expect anything less? Please note these improvements – the turn signal lights are amber, locking monogrammed gas cap, boot luggage rack, and MG mud flaps.”

Stepping to the side, I caressed the machines gleaming flank.

“Five coats of Turtle Wax – not three, not four – and hand rubbed.” Patting the hood (that’s the top of the cabin for you colonials,) I said, “Removable hard top with porthole windowletts.” I opened the door and said, “Step this way my lady and note the new hand rubbed oak dash panel, new plush canary carpet and butter soft, hand stitched, Corinthian leather seat covers.”

“Oh, Kevin, you have truly outdone yourself.

I’m almost afraid to sit in it. It’s immaculate.”

“You, my lady, deserve no less.”

I moved out of her way then handed her into the driver’s seat. Folded over the lower rim of the steering wheel was a brand new pair of tan Kid driving gloves. Saki took my arm as Sandra closed the door. The click was solid and muted. Sandra turned the ignition key and her cute little MG sprang to life with the deep-throated purr of a very large cat. We could see her mouth the word, “Wow!” She shut it down then stepped out and carefully closed the door.

“I just don’t know how you did all this today. It looked like a pile of junk yesterday.”

“It looked much worse than it actually was.”

“Well, for my money, you get mega-points, Squirt. It looks wonderful,” said Saki.

“Yes, it really does,” said Sandra.

“Well, I have been at it since about 4:30 this morning.”

“No wonder you’re worn to a frazzle. I’m… I’m overwhelmed.”

“OK, boys and girls, we’ve gotta move,” said Saki, “so, here’s the plan. Squirt, you’re with me. Go get your kit. Sandra, you throw together an overnight bag for both of you. Make sure you bring shorty PJs for him. We don’t want him wandering around the house in his BVDs. Don’t forget your insulin. Oh, and bring that cell phone your folks left you. We can call them later on the house phone.”

I got my kit together before she finished. I waited for them on the veranda. They were only a few minutes behind me. Saki put a glucose tab in my hand.

“That’s just in case, Squirt.”

Sandra put her arms around me and said, “Kevin, thank you again. Please take better care of yourself, for my sake. I’ll see you at Saki and Nao-san’s in a few minutes.” She kissed me.

“Drive safely,” I said and kissed her back.

“Good grief!” said Saki, “Get in the car, Squirt.”

I got. I saw them share a quick hug. I rolled down the window and growled, “Feed me.” They both laughed. Then Saki jumped in and fired up the engine. Saki was driving an old beat up Sunbeam, one of Triumph’s less brilliant ideas, but she loved it and called it Betty. We weren’t moving yet so I looked at Saki. She was already looking at me expectantly so I popped the latch to the soft-top on my side. She smiled and did the same. I folded the top back into its cubby and sat back down in the seat. Now she frowned, cleared her throat, and tugged at her lap belt. I blushed and buckled mine. Saki patted my knee, put the car in gear, and peeled out. I said it was beat up not broken down.

“And… we’re off!” I yelled.

“Put your hand on the shifter,” said Saki, lifting her hand.

“Why?”

“Don’t be contrary, Just do it.” I did.

She put her hand on top of mine and said, “I will shift, got it?”

“Hai, Saki-chan,” I replied contritely.

“Don’t you ‘Saki-chan’ me; I’m not putting up with any of your cute shit this week end. Do you read me, Kev-chan?”

“Hai, Saki-chan, I read you five by five,” still contrite. “Why are you angry with me?”

She just drove. Her house was only three blocks from mine but it was obvious that she was taking the scenic route. Her face was unreadable so I waited, but after the second risky turn, I got nervous.

“Please talk to me, Saki.”

“Just shut up and let me drive,” she said. Anger was dripping from her voice like venom.

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After several blocks, she slowed to the speed limit then made a hard left into the gravel-topped parking lot of Covenant Presbyterian. She stood on the break coming to a sliding stop in front of the church. After a moment, she pulled my hand off the shifter and held it tightly in both of hers pressed to her heart. Her face was still unreadable but tears streaked her cheeks. Her heart was racing and she was trembling. She said something in Japanese that I couldn’t follow.

Then she turned her head toward the window and said, “Get out. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

I got. Saki also got out but left the engine running. She came around the front of her car so I didn’t see Sandra pull into the driveway behind us. She must have sensed something private was going on because she stopped short of pulling up next to us. She just waited.

Saki stopped just out of reach with…

Goodnight My Love – Part 3

Previously:

“Oh, Kevin, I don’t want you to be in the dog house. I just want you to take good care of yourself, for me… and for Sandra, I… we want you to be here for us for a very long time.”

“Yes, of course, that’s why you beat the snot out of me. It makes perfect sense to me,” I teased. But her face fell and I was instantly sorry I’d said it. I handed the Sushi tray to Sandra then took the tea tray from Saki and set it on the bench next to me. I took both her hands and stood up. She came up with me. I kissed her fingers then put my arms around her.

She returned my embrace and said, “If you really liked it, I could arrange to do it regularly.”

“I think I’ll take a pass on that. I would rather do this… um, regularly.”

“What, Sweetie? What would you rather do?” she asked as though she had no idea.

I nuzzled her ear and whispered, “I would rather hold you in my arms.”

It was suddenly very quiet. Saki held me very tight for a moment then let go. She pushed me gently back onto the bench. Reluctantly, I let her. She was blushing deeply and I guessed that she must have felt my erection. She busied herself with the tea tray, offering it first to Sandra and then to me. We sipped the tea in companionable silence and I found its pleasant astringency calming. My traitor dick lay in wait biding his time.

Begin Part 3

Refreshed, I sat musing. I placed my empty tea bowl on the tray then sat back to reflect on the sudden changes the day had brought. We were all quiet for a while. I slipped my arms around Sandra and Saki. They moved closer and put their arms around my shoulders. Something about that moved me and made me think about how much I loved both of them. Suddenly, I did not want the day to end without telling them so but I could not find the right words to say what was in my heart.

On impulse, I disengaged and traded my warm place between them for Nao’s stool. Saki and Sandra slid together on the bench. The leftover hot towels were still very comfortably warm. I took one of the still steamy hand towels and began to wash Saki’s feet. Nao-san, always watchful, must have seen me. She brought a couple of thick, fluffy towels and set them on the bench next to Saki. They were warm but dry. Saki was watching me carefully. Her almond eyes were half closed and I could not read her expression. Her feet were small and delicate. For the first time I realized that they were very beautiful. I dried her feet with one of the towels Nao-san had brought. When I was finished, I slipped off the stool to my knees. Raising each foot in my hands, one at a time, I kissed them and then I kissed her pretty knees. I felt her fingers in my hair and goose bumps shot down my arms as I heard her whisper, “Oh, sweet boy.” Seated on the stool again, I turned to Sandra and felt her eyes on me as I lifted her foot into my lap. I gave Sandra as careful and loving attention as I had given Saki. When I had dried and kissed her feet, I just sat there on the stool looking at their beautiful feet.

Saki asked, quietly, “What’s going on with you, Kev-chan?”

“Should we be worried about you, Baby Brother?”

I glanced up at them, blinking back tears. I tried to smile and made a bad job of it.

“I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling. I just…” it trailed off.

They slid forward on the bench, took my hands, and tried together to hug me. The tenderness of their affection made something inside me give way. I could not hold back the tears. I think that spooked them. They fussed over me and if I hadn’t been feeling like crap, their lavish attentions would have been terrific.

With their arms around me, I whispered, “I love you.”

Saki snickered and asked, “Is he talking to our feet or to us?”

“Ask him, he’s right here.”

I ignored that and said, “I love you both more than I know how to tell you.”

“What you did just now, Kevin, speaks more eloquently than words.”

“It was also very hot, Kev-chan. No one has ever made me feel so – feminine.”

I lifted their hands to my lips and kissed them, pressed them to my cheeks. The thorn in my chest was back and I ached to hold them, touch them – make love to them.

“I’m… I’m sorry that I’m such a mess. It must be a real pain in the ass to have me under foot all the time, looking after me and putting up with my adolescent crap.”

Both of them sat back and folded their arms, frowning. My heart sank and I was afraid the foot kissing had been too much. They were very quiet for a moment.

“Saki, I think you may need to drag his worthless, scruffy ass out back and beat the snot out of him again. I would be tempted to do it myself but you are much better at it than I am.”

“If I thought for one second that it would actually do any good, we would already be headed out the back door.”

I knew they were in teasing mode because their smiles had not entirely disappeared but there was something else in their voices, something not quite covered by their mock sternness. There was a hint of apprehension. I was about to say something else stupid when I felt Nao-san’s hand on my shoulder.

“Not good idea to put both feet in mouth at same time. Go take shower.”

I went.

—

Nao-san sat on the stool and patted the girl’s knees. “What’s the matter with you two, why you tease him so hard? Don’t you know that the boy is in love with you, both of you?” She tapped her forehead. “In here he is very sharp, still boy but he grow into man very fast.” She touched her heart. “Here he is man already. He has very big heart even for man. He adores you. He would do anything you ask and more. I think he would give life for you if need.” She took their hands and squeezed them. “No one will ever love you as much or as selfless as he does. You be very careful not to break his heart. Remember he is still boy, like puppy he wants only to please – he sit, roll over, fetch stick – and all for small token of approval. He is not puppy. Do not make him beg for your approval or your affection. He aches in his heart for love of you.”

“Momma, we know that he loves us both with all his heart. We’ve known that for some time. We also know that he is easily wounded by our disapproval. He usually knows when we are teasing him. We love him. We would never deliberately hurt him or break his heart.”

“Very good, now go make fuss over him.”

—

I went to the guest room that the three of us shared whenever Sandra and I stayed over. It was dressed out Japanese style but it was more like a sitting room or den than a bedroom. That was largely do to the way Japanese rooms are laid out. A traditional Japanese bedroom has no bed. The futon is spread out on the floor for sleeping but kept stored away when not in use. The floor consists of thick tatami (rice straw) mats. There are low cabinets and chests of drawers along the outside wall. There is usually no closet; however, this one had a large walk-in. Cabinet space was not used up by clothing. There was also a small Hokkaido style fireplace in one corner.

I selected three CDs of Koto music then set the switch to pipe the music into the main bath. I went into the closet, stripped my cloths off, and slipped into a thick, oversized terry robe. On a hanger were the navy kimono jacket and cotton shorts that I usually wore. I took them and a couple of large bath sheets with me to the bathroom.

The bathroom was designed to be the best of both worlds, western and Japanese. The commode was strictly western and surrounded by a shoji (rice paper) screen to afford some privacy. The tub was a large tiled Japanese communal tub. It was filled with mineral water and heated. No one went in without scrubbing off the dirt first. There was also a heavy-duty filtration system.

The shower was a huge stainless steel and glass cabinet called a “waterfall” shower. That, of course was its distinctive feature. The last corner of the room was also enclosed by shoji. It served as linen closet and massage room. It was fully equipped. I hung my cloths in the massage room then dropped the terry robe on the floor. At the control panel, I set two of the showerheads to warm mist. I stepped into the shower and I sat on the bench between them. I activated the waterfall.

That’s where they found me.

I did not hear them come into the bathroom. When I heard the latch to the shower door click, a thick cloud of steam filled the cabinet and the glass door was fogged. I had not turned on the room lights. The shower had its own lights, which I had set to dim. The door slid open about a foot. I was bemused to see two pair of eyes one above the other. The warm water falling on me in sheets had pushed me toward a state of torpor. It had been a long, physically draining day, then Sandra, then Saki. That is probably why I did not remember that I was naked. It never even crossed my mind.

Saki stepped into the shower wearing only a pair of cotton knit, drawstring shorts, and a shy smile. Her small, well-formed breasts were absolutely lovely. She carried a wooden pail of hot soapy water and a sponge – a real sponge. Sandra followed Saki into the shower and closed the door. She too was wearing little more than her good looks. She reached over my head, turned off the waterfall and both showerheads. One breast pressed into my cheek, so I turned my head and kissed it. Sandra did not pull away.

Saki saw the kiss and offered her own dark rose nipples for kissing. I was very tempted to do more than kiss them. Her nipples were erect. I nuzzled and kissed them both. She groaned with pleasure.

Sandra also carried a sponge and a squeeze bottle of mineral water. I had nearly drifted off to sleep. Even in their nubile presence, I was still very lethargic. My stupid dick was at about half-mast but did not stir.

Sandra and Saki sat on the bench and put their arms around me. Their skin was soft and cool against my overheated flesh. They kissed my cheeks then splashed cold water in my face.

“Are you still with us Kev-chan?”

“My kisses weren’t a clue?” I growled.

“Let’s get Mr.

Grumpy scrubbed down and then onto the table, OK Saki?”

“Good idea.”

Sandra pressed her breast to my mouth again. I parted my lips to caress the tip of her nipple with the tip of my tongue. I closed my lips and sucked gently. I had never done that before. Sandra looked surprised then closed her eyes savoring the sensations. From deep in her throat, I heard a ragged, “Ohhh.”

I turned to Saki and then drew one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking and chewing gently. The effect on her was instant and electric. With her hand on the back of my head, she pressed my face into her breast. I drew back and moved to the other breast. I thought she would collapse.

“Oh golly, Squirt, how did you get to be so clever?”

“How indeed?” asked Sandra. “Has someone been teaching you naughty tricks?”

I just smiled and shook my head. I did not tell them it was Nao-san.

That’s when Saki got a good look at the little monster. Her hand had dropped into my lap. Unthinking, her fingers had closed around my penis before she realized what she was doing. My traitor dick stood right up and tried to kiss her.

“Oh, my gosh! Oh, Kev-chan, I’m so sorry. Golly, you really aren’t a boy anymore.”

She might have been sorry but she was in no hurry to let go or to look away. Finally, with a sigh, Saki left off fondling my stiffy. She seemed reluctant to let go of me. Frankly, I was nearly heart broken when she did. I could think of nothing I wanted more at that moment than for her to finish what she started. Admittedly, it was my dick doing the thinking.

I heard Sandra sigh deeply, and then she said, “No he isn’t, not for a very long time now. This past year it’s been all I could do to keep from sneaking into his bed and jumping his bones.”

The black thorn sticking in my chest wrenched hard and I groaned in pain. I was suddenly very afraid that if Saki knew how I felt about Sandra, her affection for me would wither and sour into disgust and loathing.

“Oh Patches, no, don’t.”

“Don’t what, Kevin?” she whispered. “Don’t love you? Don’t yearn for your touch? Don’t tell Saki how much I love you and want you? Kevin, Saki already knows how I feel about you. We both love you, Kevin so much that it hurts. We both know how much you love us.”

“Honto, (It’s true) Squirt, we do.”

They sat me on a wooden stool in the center of the cabinet. Saki loaded her sponge with hot soapy water and began scrubbing my back. Sandra popped the nipple of the squeeze bottle and offered it to me.

“Here, suck on this and keep cool.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to read that but the ice-cold water hit the spot. I drank it down and then gave myself to their tender ministrations. I had been naked with them many times before. Saki and Nao-san had a very casual and Japanese attitude toward such things. Over time, Sandra and I had lost our inhibitions with them. That said I was sixteen, plain white wallpaper made me horny. Sandra and Saki were both strikingly beautiful.

Now, Nao-san, of course, was a fully mature drop-dead-in-the-street gorgeous. She was a widow these past ten years, devoting herself to Saki and her best friends, Sandra and me. The very first time I had become aroused looking at her, she had noticed, smiled warmly and nodded her approval.

It was my sixteenth birthday then and my dick was so hard it hurt. The girls and I were splashing around in the big mineral tub. Sandra was twenty then and Saki would be eighteen the following month. I already had a fondness for looking at Saki and Sandra in the buff but when Nao-san had opened her kimono and let it fall down her body in a silken whispery cascade, the little monster had jumped to attention and saluted. I stood up gaping at her as she slid into the tub with us. She had embraced and fondled me. She encouraged me to fondle her.

In hindsight, I think the girls were just a little miffed that Nao-san had stolen their thunder. Sandra and I were staying over. My erection was in no hurry to subside and I did not care much for masturbation.

Lying on the futon between the girls was not conducive to sleep. I’d slipped my hands into their panties. Their vaginas were wet, hot, and open. In no time, they were both moaning and panting breathlessly. All the while, they pretended to be asleep.

Frustrated, I’d gotten up and gone to the bathroom. I didn’t really need to relieve myself. My intense and continuous arousal had me frustrated. Nao-san found me there.

She had taken the little monster in hand and silently led me to her room.

—

Now, three horny people, naked, in a small enclosed space with a pail of hot soapy water and a couple of sponges is a mix that will at some point involve some rather intimate touching. Sandra squeezed a dab of floral shampoo into her hand. Standing behind me, she began to wash my hair. Saki was now soaping my front. I found myself in an intense state of sexual anticipation. Finally, they rinsed me off with several pails of very warm water. Turning one of the shower heads to pulse they stood me under it.

I put my arms around them and hugged them. The feel of their skin against me made me dizzy with want. I found Saki’s mouth first and kissed her as deeply and passionately as I knew how. She returned it with equal heat, her little tongue dancing into my mouth. Then she ceded my lips to Sandra.

Sandra’s passion was unrestrained. As she sucked my tongue…