Midge Gette - The more the sexier

The picnic basket was considerably lighter when Uncle Nate lay back on the spread blanket and covered his face with his hat, flushed with a healthy appetite more than appeased. "I don't know about you two," he said, "but I'm half asleep."

Sharon sighed, wiped her mouth, and sat back against a huge log. "God bless Mrs. Harrow," she said. "I'm stuffed."

"I know what you mean," John replied. "Funny thing, I don't feel a bit hungry now."

She laughed. He had been full of fun all during the meal and she liked him, thoroughly liked him.

"Hey, Doc," she began, grinning, "Uncle Nate's going to

build your darned old clinic. Did he tell you?"

"Uncle Nate spoke quickly. "I was just about to when I felt too sleepy to bother," he remarked.

"Why, Uncle Nate! That's a very selfish attitude, when Doc is bound to have been wondering." Her eyes flicked away from the brightness of John's gaze upon her. "I hope you're glad," she said, a little shyly for her.

"I don't know what to say, Sharon. It's a tremendous thing."

"I suppose it is." She got up, found an apple in the basket and bit into it, then came back and straddled the log where he was sit-ting. "It must be nice to have a goal-something that means something," she said wistfully.

"Your uncle tells me you made some very good suggestions about the plans for your cottage," he told her. "Would you like to take a look at the rough sketches I have for the clinic? Maybe you could bring your feminine taste to bear on the reception room. We'd want it to be pleasant, you know, attractively furnished."

Her eyes glistened even as she frowned. "Uncle Nate is going to include a complete laboratory. I don't see why he can't just furnish it throughout. How about it, Uncle Nate?"

"Whatever you think, my dear. Just let me sleep," said Uncle Nate, who had no intention of sleeping at all. Again he adjusted his hat over his eyes; smothering chuckles had dislodged it. "You two work it out between you. You'll want to decide on many things before we turn it all over to an architect."

John eyed the old man covertly. He had dreamed of the medical center with his colleagues too many years not to know almost to the last detail what was needed and desired, but he had no objection to letting Sharon expand her views, which she did now at great length.

"Hold on," he said at last. "Look, kid, this isn't the Taj Mahal we're building. Just an efficient, modest group of doctors' offices with a well-equipped lab. Not a hospital, either."

"Well, you don't want it to be drab."

"No, just a decent medical center in a decent middle-class neighborhood. You see, honey, if it's too grand we're liable to scare patients away."

Her ears picked up the endearment, but her mind ignored it. "You mentioned the south side of town. Just where over there?"

"Well, the street that took my fancy, where I'd like to see it built, has an odd name-Tiger something. What's the matter? You know the one I mean?"

"Tiger Tail Road! Do I know it? I was born on it!"

"Well, now," he declared, "I'd say that's a good omen. Imagine that! It's a nice street, Sharon, if some of those houses could just be bought up."

"The Linquists," she said. "Mr. and Mrs. Linquist-at the corner of Tiger Tail and Sutton Boulevard! Their family is all grown up and gone and Mrs. Linquist was always talking about having a smaller place. Doc, it's a huge corner lot-".

"I bet I know the house you mean. A big, old three-story monstrosity. Say, kid, you're going to be a real help in this."

Her gray eyejs shone. "Did you hear that, Uncle Nate? Doc says-" She broke off to stare at the young doctor. "Does it bother you to be called Doc? I won't, if it does."

"Ordinarily, I don't care much for it, but I don't mind it from you. You're a pretty nice gal, Miss Parker. Almost as nice as old Sleepyhead."

For a moment she was aware of him as a man and felt tongue-tied. To overcome this miserable condition, she usually resorted to sarcasm. Now she just looked away, and the awkwardness evaporated. "I think we'd better start for home," she said. "That ground is kind of damp under that blanket." She hopped off the log, went to her uncle. "Hey you," she said, prodding him with her foot, "time to go home." As he stirred, she turned back to her new friend. "Will you really let me see the sketches you have?"

"Sure thing. If you'll let me drive home. I'd like a shot at that high-powered crate of yours."

"It's not mine, it's Uncle Nate's, but you can drive," she told him, and he read in her eyes that he was accepted.

"Come on, Uncle Nate, get a move on," he urged with exaggerated anxiety, "before my little pal changes her mind!"

Sharon laughed. Her heart gave a ripple of warmth. My little pal! She loved the way it sounded.

"You know something, Doc?" she demanded. "If I get sick, I'll bring my business to you."

He accepted the accolade with a mock bow. And he felt curiously young, almost wishing himself more her age. When she threw back her head that way and laughed, a fellow could hardly resist hugging her!

When they returned to the cottage, Nate politely excused himself, realizing that John and Sharon wanted desperately to be alone. Fortunately for the two young people, John's parents were out, having left a note declaring their plans to be home later that evening.

"Would you like to come in for a while?" John asked Sharon.

"How long is a while?" she asked, smiling at him impishly.

John took the lovely brunette in his arms. "Who cares? Anyway, it's quality, not quantity."

"But I'm all for quantity, too," Sharon whispered, giving him a mischievous grin.

Mrs. Parker sent her beloved son, Dwayne, off to find Sharon. The young man irritably searched the house and grounds, then he spotted Uncle Nate.

"She's at the cottage," the older man reported. "But I'm sure she'd not like to be disturbed."

Dwayne waited until his uncle had gone into the house before setting off for the cottage. He didn't care if Sharon wanted to be alone-he'd been asked to find her and it didn't matter what Nate had to say about it.

Anyway, the sooner Mom takes care of her business with Sharon… the sooner I'll get my reward, Dwayne mused excitedly.

He knew exactly what the reward would be, and he couldn't wait to get to it. His mother had mentioned, accompanied by a discreet squeeze, that later they would find some time to be alone together. This prospect put the young man in quite a state-his fevered mind kept picturing his mother sliding the robe off her shoulders, exposing her firm, round breasts and the succulent pink meat partially hidden by her thick pubic muff…

"If I'm lucky, Sharon won't be in the cottage," he declared as he hurried along. "I can sneak in and beat my meat. I should save it for later and let my mother do it… but shit, if I don't do something to calm down I'll blow my wad the instant she lays a hand on me!"

Dwayne stepped up his pace, hoping he wouldn't run into a tree by accident. With the expanding bulge in his pants he thought he'd hit a tree while still being a couple of feet away from it.

He came upon the cottage. "Hmmmm… looks like no one's here. Goody!"

He entered the doorway, unzipping his pants in order to jerk off as soon as he was inside. Suddenly, he froze in his tracks. He heard a strange sound, like someone moaning.

"Shit, somebody's inside… oh, wow!" he whispered hoarsely. "It's my sister… and that medical-school fellow!"

Sure enough, the sight that greeted his eyes nearly made them pop out of their sockets. It certainly made his dick lurch freely into the air.

In the living room of the cottage, John and Sharon were completely naked-and John was gradually hoisting himself down the panting teenager's torso until his head was poised between her legs. Sharon moaned deliriously as she felt his hot breath on her wet, exposed pussy.