Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

She hummed merrily as she prepared dinner, lavishing her full attention on creating a special meal they would never forget.

She felt tears of joy brimming in her eyes as she heard the sounds of laughter coming from the den. She was so pleased that Tom and Paul genuinely liked each other and she knew as time passed liking would ripen into love. Paul was so grown-up! He seemed to be a gentle boy, considerate and polite, yet his muscular body seemed to glow with vibrant life and the joy of living. He wasn't at all like a stranger… he was her son, and it was as though the last three years had been little more than a week.

As for Miss Linda, Jean thought fondly, she was hardly a child any more! Jean had noticed her well-formed breasts, her curvy hips and trim legs and ankles. She also noticed the flirtatious smile and the sexy manner Linda had that must drive the boys wild. It was wonderful to see how close Linda and Paul had grown. They were actually brother and sister in spirit long before she and Tom had made it official! One of her biggest regrets in her marriage with Dan was the fact that they had only one child. She thought it was cruel to raise an only child; having been the product of a large family, Jean knew the importance of having a brother or sister to share the joys and sorrows of growing up. Paul and Linda seemed exceptionally close, and showed in a dozen ways that they sincerely loved and respected each other. Jean's special dinner turned out to be a spectacular success and she was pleased to learn that Tom had thoughtfully bought the perfect wine to accompany it. After dinner they all settled down in the den and Tom built a marvelous roaring fire. The children were delighted by the fact that even in the summer the nights were cool in the mountains and it was agreed that there was no better place in the world to spend their first summer together as a real family. They talked and talked until finally Tom said with a smile, "You guys must be pretty tired! We should probably let them go to bed, hon," Paul was quick to accept the suggestion, not having been used to the wine with dinner, plus the trip and the excitement of seeing his mother, the thirteen year old boy felt happily exhausted. Linda followed him shortly thereafter and Tom and Jean sat downstairs finishing their drinks, smiling at each other. Tom had known Jean almost her whole life, since she was eighteen years old, but he had never seen her looking more beautiful than at that moment, nestled security in his arms. She was the vision of serenity and completeness, the total woman, and Tom felt deeply fulfilled and whole himself knowing that he had been able to give the woman he had always loved the happiness she deserved. "Come on, darling," he whispered softly in her ear. "Let's go to bed…"

Paul was feeling euphorically happy himself as he retired into his room. The excitement of the day had tired him, but the wine had mellowed his spirits and the young boy felt as though he was on a cloud. He felt elated at seeing his mother. She was far more beautiful than he remembered, so warm and loving! Paul had always been much closer to his mother than his father, and although he was deeply stunned by the news of his father's death, he couldn't honestly conjure up any emotional loss. It was as if a distant relative had passed away… he was sorry, but it was not like a personal loss. Paul had a great respect and liking for Tom, and the boy could intuitively sense the older man's elation at having a son. Paul was aware of the way his mother and Tom looked at each other, telling the whole world they were in love. His mother seemed so lovely and gentle that Paul wanted her to hold him and never let go. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her or how hungry he was for just the feel of her caress.

He stripped off his clothes and threw himself gratefully onto the big double bed, propping his head on the pillows to look about his new room and observe it more carefully. He could hear the tall green trees rustling in the breeze outside his window and he couldn't wait to go off hiking and exploring in the timberland surrounding their home. And there was the lake they'd passed on the way up the mountain! He imagined himself sailing the beautiful clear blue water, smoothly manipulating the boat and impressing his mother with his skill. He could see her standing on the boat in a tiny bikini that revealed the perfection of her body, he could see the love and pride she held for him in her beautiful face, and then suddenly, he began to envision her naked. She had a body very much like Linda's, he reflected, allowing himself to fantasize the two of them naked, standing side by side at first and then blending into one beautiful faceless body.

Almost without realizing it, his hand had moved down to his slowly hardening penis and he was stroking it gently. The vivid images of his mother and Linda had excited the boy, and he continued to stroke his cock until it was hard and erect. He thought about his mother's delicious fragrance as she had kissed him goodnight and he found himself wishing that he had someone just like her to put his throbbing penis into! He remembered how soft and yielding her body had been against his as she kissed him… how soft and sweet her lips had felt on his own. His hand moved faster and faster along his stiff, large column, and he closed his eyes, imagining that he was fucking the faceless image of Linda and his mother combined into one lovely body.

He heard the door open suddenly and quickly drew up the covers to hide his erection. His eyes snapped open and he saw Linda standing in the doorway, a knowing smile on her face.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he raged, flushing deeply at her intrusion. She walked boldly into the room and over to the edge of the bed, where she stood leering down at him.

She put her hands on her hips coquettishly and smirked, "The question is, what are you doing in here?"

He started to protest his innocence, but she reached over and quickly jerked the blanket off his body, staring wickedly at his hard, erect cock. Her eyes brightened and she gave him an evil smile.

"Goddamn you!" Paul stormed. "What right do you have to…"

"Oh, shut up," the older girl calmly interrupted, smiling with admiration at his large cock. She was in command now and she knew it, enjoying the superior position she had stumbled upon. Linda decided she would have some fun, and maybe, she just might make something more of the situation.

"Don't be embarrassed, Paul. I play with myself all the time, everyone does! Besides, you should never be embarrassed by that big old thing between your legs, not ever!" Linda spoke with true admiration and before the younger boy realized her intention, she had reached down to encircle his cock with her fingers. He jumped from the coolness of her hand and tried to push away her fingers. "Linda! God!" The brazen blonde didn't relinquish her firm grip on his throbbing cock, and she began to slowly move the loose skin up and down, causing spasms to contract his stomach muscles.

"My goodness…" Linda said ruefully, "You have the nicest cock I've ever seen! I mean it Paul. I had no idea! And to think I've been missing out on a thing like that all this time!"

Suddenly she let go of his pulsating rod of hardness and walked across the room to lock the door. Then she walked through the bathroom that separated his bedroom from her own and locked the other door.

The scheming blonde teenage girl stopped in her own room long enough to shed her clothes and when she returned to her cousin's room the young boy's eyes widened as she stood beside him, completely naked. He could see, from his vantage point, the damp lips of her cunt, and beyond them, the wet, glistening folds of flesh that he knew shielded her clitoris.

His pulsing cock jumped wildly as he surveyed his new sister's cunt. It looked tight and unused, but Paul knew for a fact that she had already fucked several guys. She was sure to know how!