1. Chula Vista Dreaming (part seven)


    Date: 3/12/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    don't rape anyone or something, you know?" "Oh, I didn't rape anybody. But tell you what, do you think Sheila is looking more happy lately, too?" I grinned at her face as she blushed again. "You didn't! She's pregnant. She's married. Oh, fuck, what am I saying. Mom is married. I don't know. Shit, Peter, who haven't you fucked?" "Well, she's sitting on my bed right now. She'll be next if she wants to be." She hit my arm again, then kissed me. She drew back. "I'll have to think about it. You don't think I'm a loose woman do you? I don't just sleep with the first stepbrother to come along. I may suck his dick but fucking is a little more personal." Then she giggled and began tickling me. Or trying to. I didn't tickle easily. That came from living with two stepsisters in the same bedroom and putting up with them treating me like a little boy. I started tickling her too and she quickly was squealing. I finally stopped and just held her in my lap. "Want to sleep with me tonight. Just sleep? This bed is plenty big enough." "No thanks. Actually, if you must know I have someone I need to play with now. I need to go Peter. This has been a night of surprises for damned sure. Give me a kiss and I'll get out of here. I need to wash up." I kissed her quickly and she hopped off the bed and skipped over and out the door. I watched her butt jiggling, and hoped I would see more of it here on my bed soon. I smelled my fingers. The ones that had made her come. It smelled like the ocean breezes ...
    coming across San Diego Bay into our bungalow windows early in the morning. I put them in my mouth and sucked the flavor from them. Going to sleep was easy that night. I decided to take the bus down to Chula Vista on Saturday. I needed to talk to Cindy. And I already missed Sheila, too. I knew she would miss me helping her with her lactation problem. I could give her some comfort. Yes, I was going to go home for a few hours. I caught the bus in the morning. It got me home before noon. While I was riding we passed the San Diego Country Club. I had worked there during the summer as a caddy. I remembered seeing Tommy Bolt win the San Diego Open there earlier in the year. Rumors were going around that they were moving the Open to another country club next year. I heard Rancho Santa Fe mentioned. I hated to see us lose it. I might need to catch a few hours on the course this fall to get some extra money. "Peter, what are you doing here? I didn't expect you anytime soon. Are you having trouble with your classes?" Cindy had come out of the kitchen as I walked through the front door. She was wiping her hands on the apron she wore. I smiled at her and took her hands. "It's all fine. Just a little homesick already. I'm doing well with my courses. That's okay. I keep up with my studies. So what's for lunch?" "I hadn't really planned anything. Your father is off fishing. He won't be back until after supper tonight. I can make you some baloney sandwiches if you want. You can just make do ...
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