Johnny Pulaski Chapter 21

Posted: April 27, 2006 - 12:47:59 am

In the immortal words of my grandfather, when my sister climbed on top

of me naked and grabbed my dick, I was so scared, I didn't know whether

to shit or go blind. My plan to appease my sister with a little fooling

around was backfiring on me big time. I didn't have a clue for what to

do next but Kong seemed to be on the same sheet of music as Katrina.

Already as hard as a railroad crosstie, he pulsed in her hand with the

rapid beat of my heart. Katrina cooed as he throbbed in her long fingers.

"I */knew/* you wanted me, too, Sweet Baby," she gushed.

Jesus, where did she get that tone of voice? It was so sexy I almost

came in my shorts. I knew I had about five seconds of resistance left so

I quickly rolled us over until I was on top. That turned out to be

another good plan gone awry as Katrina gave a gasp and wrapped those

long legs around me. I knew just how one of those dog-sized South

American rodents felt when a big Anaconda coiled around it. Katrina's

hand was still firmly gripping Kong while her hips undulated against me.

As she frantically worked at getting Kong out of my shorts, my senses

returned.

"Trina, stop it!" I panted.

Her movements slowed but I could see the smoldering look in her eyes,

even in the dim light coming through the windows. I reached down and

disengaged her hand from Kong's neck. She wasn't happy about that and

neither was he.

"Why are you stopping, Johnny? You know we are meant to be."

There was, as old Hamlet once said, the rub. (Score on for you, Miss

McElroy) I knew no such thing, and furthermore, I didn't think Katrina

really did either. Sure we loved each other more than being related

accounted for, but that didn't mean we were destined to become lovers.

You know how my usually clueless ass knew that? Elaine Cavanaugh, that's

why. Our attraction was so strong toward one another that Helen Keller

could see it. If I could restrain myself with Elaine, I could with Katrina.

"Relax and listen to me a minute, Trina, okay?" When she nodded I

continued. "I love you, Sis, and I want you too. But I just don't think

we can take it that far, at least not right now. I think as soon as I'm

inside you our lives will be irrevocably changed and we both have too

much going on to let that happen — */yet./*"

Katrina unwound her legs from around me and lay there still and quiet

for a minute or two. Finally she answered me, her voice soft and hushed.

"And I'm supposed to be the smart one? Thinking about it, I can envision

exactly what you said. I can see us becoming obsessed with each other to

the exclusion of everything else, and I can see not wanting to ever be

apart from you again. You know what else I just realized? All my good

feelings and thoughts are centered on you now, and that can't be

healthy. So I'm going to let you run the show, since you seem to be the

only one here whose brain works. But I'm really wound up Johnny and I

need some relief."

That's what I wanted to hear! I rolled off her and laid on my right

side, with my mouth next to her ear. I started caressing her with my

left hand.

"Relax and concentrate on my hand and voice," I whispered. "No one will

ever love you more than I do, Trina, all I'll ever want is for you to be

happy, to feel safe, and to feel loved."

As I said that, I sent her the feelings I wanted her to have just as my

hand reached her center. She gave a small gasp as my hand touched her

treasure and her hips bumped up to gain more contact.

"Relax, Sweetie, that's all you have to do, relax and enjoy what's going

to happen. Can you do that?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered tremulously.

My lips were right next to her ear so I started nibbling on her neck,

working my way down her body. I stopped at her breasts and finally had

the opportunity to get my lips on her longish nipples. Katrina's nipples

were sensitive and she obviously liked what I was doing as her hand came

up and languidly rested on the back of my head.

"Bite them a little, Baby, they like that," she said.

You know me, eager to please, so I took one between my teeth and nipped

it firmly. She pressed my head harder against her breast so I bit down a

little firmer.

"Exactly like that," she sighed.

I switched from one boob to the other, giving them equal treatment

before I headed further south. I kissed down her hard flat stomach and

poked my tongue in her little 'innie' navel. Then continued my journey

to the Promised Land. Katrina's hot little sex had been throwing out

pheromones for the last half hour; now it was time to see if she tasted

as good as she smelled.

I reached the juncture of her thighs and inhaled her earthy aroma then

dipped my tongue into her neatly groomed slit. As soon as I tasted her I

knew that, if given the chance, I was going to be spending some major

quality time right there. I scrambled around on the bed until I was

lying on my stomach between those long thighs, my mouth glued to her

nether lips. Katrina had clearly hoped the evening would end up this way

because I could smell the soap between her legs. She had obviously

freshened herself up before getting ready for bed. To show her that I

appreciated her hygienic endeavors, I dove into to her juicy little slit

tongue first. Katrina hadn't lied about being horny; she came almost as

soon as my tongue touched her clit. When she didn't push me away I

stayed where I was and drove her towards another, slower climax, varying

the stimulation to draw out her pleasure.

I guess it's no secret by now that I love to go down on a woman. I know

I don't have a lot of experience, but so far every one that I've ever

tasted was good or better. I guess if I had to rate Katrina's it would

be right behind Dee Dee Drake's as the best I'd ever tasted. Hmmm, maybe

I could come up with a rating system for the different tastes of pussy.

I could then write reviews like those wine taster guys: "Katrina had an

unpretentious little pussy, fruity with a subtle, earthy bouquet that

lingered on the nose. Yet the taste was surprising heady for a vintage

so young. As one would expect, the taste was both sweet and tangy, as

befitting a fruit plucked not quite at the height of ripeness."

But I digress. I loved the way she tasted, forbidden fruit or not. And I

loved the way she climaxed; she'd suck in a breath of air and hold it as

she shuddered, her hips pumping against my face. Katrina's flexibility

allowed her to spread her legs into almost a complete split while

keeping her feet planted on the bed so she could buck her hips. The

though of being buried in her while she did that almost made me spurt

into my shorts. After her fifth or sixth orgasm, she weakly pushed my

head away and curled up on her side, breathing in big raspy gasps. I

moved up behind her and covered us with the sheet. She pushed herself

against me; when she caught her breath she sighed in contentment.

"Whoever taught you that has my undying gratitude," she whispered.

"I out-did myself because you inspired me," I replied.

"Poor Baby, I know you are about to explode but I'm too wiped out to

help you right now."

"That's alright, Trina, I'll take a rain check. I can't begin to tell

you how much I enjoyed doing that for you."

Katrina mumbled something and almost immediately fell asleep. I, on the

other hand, lay there reliving the evening, Mighty Kong throbbing in my

undies. Finally, knowing I'd never get to sleep in that state, I slipped

into the bathroom and expunged about a billion sperm cells into the

toilet. I reclaimed my place behind Katrina and joined her in dreamland.

I woke up first the next morning at around seven. I felt like a million

dollars so I hopped out of bed and hit the shower. I was busy lathering

up my hair when the shower door swung open and Katrina stepped under the

cascading water. Her doing that was the culmination of my longest

running fantasy. She gave me a smile and handed me the soap.

"You got me all sweaty and sticky so you get to clean me up," she said.

I washed her as if I was polishing the Holy Grail, lovingly soaping

every millimeter of her fabulous unblemished skin. When she was clean as

a whistle I grabbed her tangerine scented shampoo and massaged a dollop

into her fine blonde hair. When I finished with her, she returned the

favor. I didn't make a peep as she lathered up the Kongster and whacked

him off. I was fine with her doing that because in the best Bill Clinton

fashion, I didn't believe masturbation constituted having sex. I figure

that getting my cum on her was okay but getting it anywhere in her was a

big no-no. Looking back on it, I had some strange ideas about what was

what. For instance, I didn't think me pleasing her orally was wrong but

I wasn't about to let the opposite happen. Yeah, I know, very weird, but

it's how I felt at the time so those were the rules I followed.

We were out of the shower and dressed by seven-thirty, fifteen minutes

later Katrina had finished doing her hair and we were on our way to go

skiing.

I was wearing jeans, a plaid flannel long sleeved shirt and a down vest

that Papa loaned me. Katrina had on this one-piece ski suit, or whatever

you call it. It was red and silver, and on her tall slender form it was

dead sexy. We motored to a local ski resort about forty-five minutes

away. Katrina said it was kind of dinky compared to the ones further

north but it was close and would be an excellent place for me to learn.

To me, the slopes were huge and seemed to go straight up.

Katrina took us to the pro shop and geared us up. She rented everything

except this cool ski cap she bought me. The hard plastic ski boots felt

seriously weird on my feet but I clomped outside uncomplainingly. We sat

on a bench outside the ski lodge as Katrina showed me how to adjust the

bindings on the skis. Soon enough I was standing upright on the skis,

proud as hell of myself. After a quick lesson on popping the bindings

and adjusting the quick release tension she led me to the bunny slope

and gave me some lessons. It took me about twenty minutes to master the

snowplow and another twenty to figure out how to do some sort of

rudimentary stem turn.

When I made two trips in a row down the slightly inclined slope without

busting my ass, I told Katrina I was ready to try the regular slope. She

looked at me dubiously and opined that I might want to practice more. I

took that both as a challenge and an insult to my Polish machismo.

Katrina relented when I insisted and soon we were on the chair lift

heading to the top of the intermediate slope. When the lift reached the

top Katrina gracefully stepped off it. I, on the other hand, managed to

do this incredibly embarrassing face plant right there in front of God

and everybody. I tried to jump up but managed to get my skis all tangled

up. I fell again just as two teenaged girls were unassing the next

chair. They had nowhere to go and fell over me.

I was mortified and apologized profusely. The girls popped right up, of

course, and accepted my apology good-naturedly. Katrina stopped laughing

long enough to help me up so I wouldn't end up tripping the next load of

exiting skiers.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" she asked.

I tried to give her a glowering look but all that did was crack her up

even worse. So I turned and with all the dignity I could muster I eased

over to the top of the slope. I cleaned the snow off my Ray Bans and

with a defiant glance at Katrina, I pushed off with my poles. I

concentrated on keeping my skis parallel, tucked myself up like I'd seen

James Bond do in some movie, and rocketed down the hill. I was feeling

pretty cocky as I shot down the slope; I even had to make a little turn

to correct my course away from some trees. Just when I thought skiing

was a piece of cake, I saw the bottom of the run coming up and I was

doing about five hundred miles an hour.

'No problem, I thought as I stood straighter, flexed my thighs, brought

my knees together and started snowplowing. I started slowing

immediately; everything was great until the tips of my skis crossed.

Suddenly, I pitched forward right out of my bindings and hit the packed

snow like a ton of shit. My initial contact with the ground drove the

breath from me with a whoof. I bounced, skidded and rolled right up to a

flat, open area at the back of the ski lodge. About a zillion people

standing around waiting for the chair lifts watched me crash and burn.

When I took off my snow incrusted sunglasses Katrina was looming over me

looking worried.

"Are you hurt, Baby," she asked.

I climbed slowly to my feet as the crowd around me clapped and

catcalled. "Nice landing, the Russian Judge gave it a 9.7," I heard

someone yell. I bowed towards the onlookers my face a crimson mask of

embarrassment.

"Nothing hurt but my pride," I mumbled.

One of the girls I'd tripped at the top of the lift brought over my

skis. She handed them to me and I muttered 'thanks' and walked stiffly

toward the lift.

"Is he always that clumsy?" I heard her ask Katrina.

I didn't hear Katrina's reply as I snapped myself back onto my skis.

"Come on Trina, I can only get better," I called, my voice full of fake

bravado.

I did get better. Next time down I wisely followed Katrina, turning when

she did to keep my speed down below warp five. I became much better at

the stem turn she taught me and actually began to enjoy the experience.

Of course, following her, I could look at her ass in the snowsuit

thingie she was wearing and that made everything better. We made a few

more runs then took a break for lunch at the lodge. As we ate I told

Katrina how much I like skiing, especially when I stayed on the skis

instead of my ass. She laughed and said I was doing really well.

We skied for a couple of more hours after lunch. On our last run I

challenged her to a race to the bottom of the hill. She beat me handily

but at least I didn't cream into anyone or anything during my out of

control decent down the hill. We left shortly after five and headed back

to Colorado Springs, as I sat in the car I started noticing little aches

and pains cropping up all over my body. I figured a good hot shower and

some barbeque would solve all that. Yeah, all that skiing and fresh air

had made me hungry and Katrina promised to take me to an all you could

eat BBQ joint that night.

Back in our room it seemed only natural that we shower together. I

soaped her, she soaped me, and everything was copasetic until she

started lathering up Mister Kong. She smoothly stroked him until he was

as hard as a woodpecker's lips then with an evil glint in her eyes she

let him go.

"I'm hungry Johnny, so let's hurry up and get ready," she chirped, as

she hopped out of the shower.

We made it to Fat Maxx's Barbeque Pit a few minutes before seven. The

place was packed so we had to wait twenty minutes for a table. My

stomach rumbled the entire time as I sat there surrounded by the aroma

of smoldering meat. We finally heard our names being called just as I

was about to keel over from starvation. We both ordered the all you

could eat, $10.99 special, the waitress brought our drinks and we

sauntered up to the buffet. Katrina grabbed a plate and started picking

around in the rabbit food section. I passed up all that tripe and headed

straight to the meat. I was working on my third big plate, this time it

was beef ribs in some sort of semi-hot sauce, when the waitress stopped by.

"Your man has a healthy appetite, don't he Honey?" she asked Katrina.

Katrina gave the woman a wink and said in an exaggerated drawl, "Yes,

ma'am he sure does. I'm gonna have to work him hard tonight so he don't

get fat on me."

The woman hooted and slapped me on the back. "In that case you better

eat up Cowboy, this girl looks like she has plans for you."

I blushed and ducked my head as I nodded. My crimson glow caused another

round of tittering.

Despite Katrina's boasting at Fat Maxx's, all either of us had the

energy for was a little television and some snuggling under the covers.

And so our week flew by. We spent every possible moment together and I

had the opportunity to do things I'd only read about before. We spent a

day at the Garden of the Gods, walking hand in hand among the rock

formations. For a boy from Florida where our only rocks are coquina, I

was awed. I was also amazed that the place was a city park; old Jethro

would love it there. We ate lunch in the park's café and I shopped for

trinkets for friends and family in the gift shop. Katrina gave me a

ration of shit because I had so many women to buy for but she loved the

dangly turquoise earrings I snagged for her.

I also saw my first live rodeo and strangely enough, all the

participants were high school students. The rodeo was put on by a local

high school and was a competitive event between high schools just like

football and baseball. After watching the bull riding I decided that you

needed some seriously big nads to voluntarily climb on the back of one

of those ill-natured critters.

Oh, and we went boot-scootin' again at the Whisky River. We did that on

my last might before going home. Katrina sat in my lap any time we

weren't dancing and she kissed me about a thousand times. She said she

was storing them up to last her until we were together again. Earlier

that day we had been the guests of Mr. Blakemore and his wife for a

cookout at their house. It was strange having to act like brother and

sister again after all our intimacy.

I don't know if I'm proud of myself or not for sticking to the no sex

deal but I did. We fooled around some more and I tried to keep Katrina

sated enough with my fingers and tongue so she wouldn't insist on

anything else. We did dry fuck once, her naked and me in my underwear.

That girl was some kind of limber and she could move her hips in

directions I thought were impossible. That last night my resolve almost

crumbled as we lay in bed together. Katrina was so sad about me leaving

and so hungry for my touch I would have done anything she asked to make

her feel better. To her credit, though, Katrina stuck to the script I

wanted to follow and didn't ask. So we never did anything that either of

us would regret later. And, as Katrina pointed out, if we eventually

regretted anything we */didn't/* do, we could fix that in a minute.

Katrina drove me to the airport the next morning for my ten o'clock

flight. We said our real goodbyes in our hotel room because she had to

be in uniform at the airport and being in uniform meant no public

displays of affection. While she waited with me outside the security

checkpoint we reminisced about our week and agreed that it was about the

best vacation ever for either of us. We had memories of the week

preserved in about a thousand photos on my digital camera's one gig

memory card. I know we must have irritated a lot of folks by asking them

to talk pictures of the two of us together. I promised her I would send

her a bunch of them via e-mail and would print out the ones she wanted

in hard copy. When I absolutely had to go she hugged me and whispered

fiercely into my ear.

"Johnny, I did what you wanted this time. But if I still love you this

same way when things are all good for me, I'm coming to get you. You

need to remember that I'm as much Pulaski as you are, when I make up my

mind about something I'm going to make it happen."

The flight home was smooth and uneventful so I had plenty of time to

think about Katrina. I decided that I would make room in my life for her

no matter what else was going on. If it happened when I was involved

with someone else I would just have to face the consequences.

My flight arrived in Orlando at one in the morning; Papa was there to

pick me up. Papa peppered me with questions about Katrina and his old

buddy John Blakemore. I told him that they were both doing great but

that he should go out to Colorado and see for himself, they'd both like

that a lot. Papa said he just might do that if Nana agreed to it.

It sucked getting up for school Monday morning but I dragged my carcass

out of bed and managed to make it through the day. We didn't have

baseball practice that day so I was able to sneak in a couple of hours

of z's before Dad came home from work. I drove us over to my

grandparents for a big spaghetti dinner then Dad and Papa took off for a

meeting at the Moose Lodge. I stayed and kept Nana company until eight

then headed home. As soon as I was in my room I called Elaine. She was

happy to hear from me and I admitted that I felt the same way.

I didn't feel badly at all that I could switch being focused on Katrina

right back to Elaine. Katrina had a giant spot in my heart but my

fondest hope was that she would find someone worthy of her that wouldn't

complicate her life like I would. It was no use wishing or pretending we

weren't related either, because it would be virtually impossible to

conceal that we were. Then there was the biggest thing of all: how would

a relationship between us affect our family? After all Katrina and I

were the center of the universe for my dad and grandparents and we

ranked pretty high with Mom, too. Doing something to hurt my family was

the worst thing I could ever contemplate doing.

So anyway, Elaine and I both admitted that we missed each other and

wanted to get together as soon as possible. When I told her that I had a

home baseball game the next day, she said she'd be there to cheer for me

and Ellen would probably come also. I liked that idea a whole lot.

Tuesday afternoon we suited up as soon as school ended for the day. We

had a team meeting and went over the scouting report on our opponent.

After the meeting we had batting practice, then infield and outfield

practice. When the game started at six, we were focused and ready to

play. I like the way coach had us prep for a game just like the pros

did. He didn't believe you accomplished anything practicing for hours

every day once the season started. Consequently, we only practiced

before our games and one other day a week. The additional day was when

coach worked on fundamentals.

When I took my position in right field at the top of the first inning I

glanced up into the stands behind our dugout. It made my day to see

three redheads waving at me; Nina must have brought the twins to the

game. I was also surprised to see my little Asian budette, Cindi

Frazier, sitting with them. Cindi was ungothed for the occasion, wearing

a cute little pair of bib overall shorts and her hair in a long black

braid. Cindi and the twins were yakking away; I'd have loved to been

able to listen in on that conversation.

The girls must have brought me good luck because I had an excellent

game. I made a couple of good grabs in the field, threw out a runner

trying to make it to second on a hit up the gap, and had three hits,

including a game winning homerun in the seventh inning. I invited all of

the girls to Pizza Hut to celebrate after the game. We rode over in

Nina's Benz, me sandwiched in the backseat between Elaine and Cindi.

What struck me funny about the teenaged girls was how that the twins

were fourteen, yet looked eighteen, while Cindi was almost eighteen but

looked about fourteen. Well, whatever, anyway, we had a good time at the

Hut and I only slightly protested when Nina scarffed up the check.

Nina drove us back to the ball field so Cindi and I could pick up our

vehicles. It was hugs and kisses all around then we all dashed home. As

I was driving towards my house, Dee-Dee Drake called me on my cell

phone. We exchanged pleasantries then she told me why she called. Dee

wanted to do a follow up story about the pit bull attack in the park, a

three-month update to show how everyone was doing. Kayla had already

agreed to meet her in the park the next afternoon and Dee wanted to know

if I could bring Jethro over there also. I told her sure, I could do

that but it would be four-thirty before I could get there because of

practice. She said no problem and we rang off. I called Papa and told

him about Dee's request. He was more than happy that Jethro would be on

television again. He said he'd have the Polish Wonder Dog there, no problem.

The next day at lunch, Cindi had a million questions for me about the twins.

"They are so friendly, Johnny, and they didn't act as if they thought I

was weird or anything," she said in amazement.

"That's because you aren't weird, Cin, unique maybe, but not weird.

Besides they are use to people thinking them weird because they are so

intelligent."

"Oh, hmmm, I never thought of that, but I can see how it could happen.

Elaine told me that she thought it was cool that I took you to the Sadie

Hawkins Dance. Then she said the most amazing thing; she said I was

smart and pretty and different enough to be one of your women.

"It wasn't until you just commented on them being considered different

that her comment made sense. Except for Michelle, all the girls you go

out with are smart and unusual."

I had never thought of that, but on reflection, she had a point. I guess

most of my relationships were a little out of the mainstream, but with

the possible exception of Rachael all of the women in my life were

fantastic people. It was the other guys' loss that they couldn't see

that too.

"I'm dating both the twins, Cindi, does that bother you enough to not

want to go out with me again?"

She gave me this oddly speculative look. "Elaine told me she hoped I

would become one of your women so we could be sisters and share you. I

don't know if I'm up for something like that, but I do know that I had

fun at the dance and want another date."

I agreed to take her to the spring street festival over on the beachside

on Saturday night. We would see the sights, eat at the Ocean Deck

Restaurant and, if we had time, take a stroll on the beach.

I wore nicer clothes to school on that Wednesday so that I wouldn't have

to go home and change after practice. I took a shower after practice and

hurriedly redressed. I made it to the park with a couple of minutes to

spare. Dee and her crew, Kayla and Emma, and Papa and Jethro were

already there. Papa must have taken Jethro to the groomer for his return

to television because the big doofus was shiny clean and had on an

American flag bandana. Dee had her camera guy start filming as she

talked to us about the incident and how we were all recovered from it.

Truthfully it would have been a pretty bland interview if it had not

been for the amazing interaction between Emma and Jethro.

I knew that my grandparents had kept Emma for Kayla a few times when her

parents couldn't. I also know that my Papa and Nana were crazy about

Emma. What I didn't know was that Jethro and Emma had bonded too. Now

old Jethro has always loved kids and he was very gentle with them in

spite of being a big ungainly goof, but with Emma he took those traits

to a whole other level. The cameraman caught on right away and filmed

the two of them when they wandered off to play while Dee was briefing

Kayla and me. The cameraman called Dee and pointed to Emma. We all

turned to look and we all broke out laughing.

Emma was holding a stick, waving it around in front of her as if she

were conducting an orchestra. Jethro was up on his hind legs; his front

paws waving in the air as he hopped around the diminutive little girl.

Emma was giggling and Jethro had this goofy smile on his face as he

hopped, his huge tongue lolling out of his mouth and his big ears

flapping. Then Emma threw the stick. It only went about ten feet but

Jethro made a production of pouncing on it and running around in

circles. Emma held out her hand.

"Gimme stick, Jeffrow," she lisped.

When she said that, Jethro walked towards her. Then, I swear to God, he

got down on his belly and crawled the last couple of feet and laid the

stick in her hand. It was as if he didn't want to frighten her by

rushing up to her. I looked over at Papa and he was beaming with pride.

He had the same look on his face that he had when Katrina or I had done

something special.

During the interview Jethro sat with his head on Emma's legs as she

messed with his ears. He didn't protest a peep as she tried to tie them

into a bow on the top of his head. Jethro showed us another side of

himself when the cameraman stopped filming and came towards us. Jethro

jumped up and stood stiff legged between the man and his little friend.

In that posture Jethro stopped looking like a goofy hound and took on

the visage of a big assed, menacing looking dog. Papa had to tell him to

sit twice before he would let the man near.

The interview aired on Good Friday morning. We were off from school that

day, teacher duty day was the official reason given for us not having

school, but every one figured it was for the religious holiday. Dee had

done a fine job editing the footage of the interview together with parts

of the interviews from when the incident first happened; it was an

uplifting little human-interest story, perfect for the day. She closed

the piece by asking a question.

"So did little Emma Thorpe's experience fill her with a fear of dogs?

You be the Judge."

She then showed a two-minute clip of Emma and Jethro playing in the

park. Emma was adorable and Jethro was goofily cute and charming. The

clip ended with Emma giving Jethro a kiss on the nose. It was one of

those scenes that makes you go, "Awww, how sweet."

It was a slow news day that day so the network ran Dee's piece on

affiliates across the country, as well as on the Fox News Channel. Cute

kids and animals are always a safe bet with viewers. Response from those

viewers was so positive, the story ran again in prime time that evening.

None of us knew it at the time but two stars were born that day, Emma

Thorpe and Jethro, the Polish Wonder Dog.

I worked for my grandfather all day Good Friday. I was helping him frame

an addition to a house. The addition was going to be used as an artist's

studio. Papa had hired two journeymen carpenters for the day as well.

The four of us made short work of the one interior load-bearing wall

then we began setting the premanufactured roof trusses atop the block

walls. The real carpenters keep me hopping and made sure I got all the

dirty jobs, but I was proud of myself that I knew enough to actually be

a help to them. The addition was small enough that we could set the

trusses by hand. By the end of the day the trusses were all in place and

braced off and we had a good start on installing the oriented strand

board (OSB) roof sheathing.

We knocked off at five and Papa drove me home. For about the tenth time

that day he mentioned how noble and intelligent Jethro had looked on

television that morning. Since Jethro had been at the job site with us,

the two carpenters had been skeptical of his claims because all Jethro

had done was eat, sleep, fart and scratch.

That night I went over to the Cavanaughs'. I was prepared to take the

twins out but they wanted to hang out at home. Shelia and Al were out

somewhere and the elder Cavanaughs were gone as well. I brought my

bathing suit with me, so we jumped in the pool for a while then climbed

into their big hot tub. That night I was treated with the sight that

they had denied Tony Rochelli, as the twins stripped off their bikini

tops in the hot tub. Yes they had matching boobs, and yes, they felt the

same.

I had my first taste of Ellen that night as Elaine insisted that I try

to tell them apart by taste. Granted it wasn't a very scientific

experiment, as they sat on the edge of the hot tub while I licked them

blindfolded with Elaine's bikini top, but I knew as soon as my tongue

touched Elaine who was who. When my tongue touched Elaine it was as if

I'd touched it to the poles of a nine-volt battery. My only other

experience with two women at once was with Caroline and Amanda. And you

recall that they were both fully engaged in pleasing each other as well

as me. Ellen and Elaine weren't like that at all as neither touched the

other in any intimate manner. They left all the pleasing up to me. I was

down with that, though, as I drove Ellen to her first tongue induced

orgasm. I didn't leave Elaine out, and as always happens between us, she

came spectacularly.

The girls swapped places with me, and Elaine proceeded to show Ellen

around her favorite Kong. I guess Elaine was in a mood to further our

relationship because after letting her twin feel my dick for a minute

she reclaimed him and slurped me into her mouth. She bobbed her head a

couple of times and pulled off him with an audible 'pop'.

"Tell me if I doing this right Honey, I looked up how to do it on the

net and practiced with a banana all day today."

Then she reattached her sweet lips to me and stared into my eyes as she

sucked and bobbed. While she was sucking she moved her hand on me

lightly in a twisting motion. I told her to apply a little more pressure

with her hand but other than that she was doing a bang up job. She

continued to hold my gaze and didn't stop with her mouth even when I

told her I was going to cum. When I did orgasm it was a gusher, it had

been a while since the Kongster had been anywhere warm and wet so he had

plenty to give. The sheer volume of my spend took Elaine by surprise;

she sputtered and coughed when she couldn't swallow it all. Ellen

watched the whole episode in fascinated disbelief, her hand agitating

the water between her legs.

"Me next," Ellen whooped, as Elaine let me plop out of her mouth.

/Edited by Bert/
Joe J
Chapter 22