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I pulled back, my dick falling free as I tried to figure out what was wrong. Abby could damned near deepthroat me in her sleep usually.
“What’s wrong? Why are you choking?”
Abby gave a frustrated grunt, and I had a feeling I was pissing her off even though I wasn’t really sure why.
“If you don’t wanna suck – “
I stopped talking when she grasped the base of my shaft again, tugging me forward as she wrapped her lips around me again. She sucked, harder this time, and I groaned as the hit of pleasure surged through my veins.
“Mmmm, that’s it. Just like that.”
She brought one hand up and cupped my balls, rolling them around in her palm. She licked my cock, from the base to the tip, then sucked me into the warmth of her mouth again. Her other hand, still wrapped around the root of my shaft, began to jack me off in time with the suction of her lips. She still wasn’t sucking me as good as she usually did, but I finally felt a slight telltale tingle and my balls drew up tight.
“Gonna come,” I warned. I groaned in protest as Abby pulled off, tugging her hand up and over the head of my dick until I felt the first spurts of cum shooting from me. She used the cum to lube her hand and glided smoothly over me a few more times as I came until my balls were empty.
I slumped against the wall more heavily, not sure that my knees were steady enough to support my weight. I reached down and pulled up my boxers and jeans, not bothering to fasten them.
I grabbed Abby’s hand to help her up and pulled her to me, burying my face in her hair. I wrinkled my nose at the faint smell of smoke from the bonfire, combined with some kind of musky perfume, and I wondered for a second why she’d been hanging around the fire out back.
“What happened to the cherry blossoms?” I slurred; my voice muffled against her skin.
“What?” she asked in confusion.
“Never mind,” I muttered, pushing away from the wall. I nudged her into the room, and she giggled as I kicked the door closed behind us. I didn’t bother turning on the lights as I yanked my cut off, then pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it into the corner. I sat down on the end of the bed to take my boots and socks off, hearing my boots land on the floor with a loud thud. I struggled to my feet so I could slide my jeans and boxers down, almost falling over as I kicked them off and out of the way. I squinted, barely able to see Abby in the darkness as she stood by the door.
“What are ya waitin’ for? Get those clothes off and bring tha’ sweet ass over here. We’re not done yet, woman.”
I heard her giggle, then watched as she pulled her shirt off, wishing that I’d turned the light on when we came in so I could actually see her. I pulled the covers back and flopped down on the bed. I laid back, resting my head on the pillow as I absently stroked my cock, trying to get hard again so I could fuck Abby the way I knew she needed it. Giving head always turned her on, and I wasn’t about to leave my girl hanging.
I closed my eyes as the room spun, feeling the bed dip as Abby crawled in on the other side. I reached for her, running my hands over her naked skin as I pulled her on top of me. I nuzzled her neck, making her moan as I sucked that spot just under her ear that she loved. I breathed in, smelling nothing but wood smoke and that strange scent.
“What’s with the perfume? I like the cherry blossoms better,” I mumbled, my words muffled against her skin.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothin’,” I said, distracted by the feel of her tits cushioned against my chest. I reached down to grab a handful of her ass, grinding her hips over my cock, which was finally starting to show some interest, thank fuck.
“You feel like going for a ride, baby girl?”
“Yee-haw,” she answered with a giggle.
Chapter 8
Abby
I woke up slowly, trying to figure out why the sun was shining in around the edges of the window blinds. Our bedroom faced west, so we didn’t get the morning sun. After a moment, I woke up enough to remember that I was sleeping in the other twin bed in Ethan’s room, which faced east. Mystery solved, I thought, feeling proud of myself for being able to figure it out so quickly. I was really not at my best in the mornings, especially now that I was caffeine free.
The baby kicked, reminding me that she was resting on my bladder, once again. I got out of bed, glancing at the other bed to see that Ethan was still sound asleep. His head was halfway under his pillow, which was how he slept most of the time. I wasn’t sure why he did that, but the result was that his hair was always sticking out in half a dozen directions when he got up in the mornings.
I slipped across the hall to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn’t want to wake up Aunt Charlotte and have to deal with her any earlier than necessary. She had mentioned last night that they would be leaving right after breakfast, and I hoped she hadn’t changed her mind.
She’d been in fine form yesterday, clearly disgruntled about having to stay here instead of with my parents, who had ended up in a hotel last night themselves due to the industrial fans being used to dry out their waterlogged carpet.
The woman had complained about the venue for the shower, the catering, the centerpieces, and even the shade of blue that was used for the decorations. She’d continued her unpleasantness all evening, feeling the need to pass judgement on everything, including the amount of weight I’d gained during this pregnancy –“it will be impossible to lose all that weight around your middle”,she’d snarked at one point, making me strongly consider whether I could get away with killing her and claiming temporary insanity from the pregnancy hormones.
My Uncle Ron was a nice enough man, but he had no backbone when it came to Charlotte. He deferred to her on everything, and just ignored her litany of nonstop complaints and disparaging remarks.
I’d planned to take Ethan to the baby shower with me, a prospect he hadn’t been terribly excited about, so I’d been thankful when Ron had offered to watch him. They pulled out one of Ethan’s many LEGO sets and had started snapping pieces together as Charlotte and I left for the shower.
