Literotic asexstories – Pavlov's Conditioning by cocteleo,cocteleo Author’s Note: I should probably finish the series I have started before beginning new ones, but I wanted to do something incesty, so here it is… And yes, Molly’s story continues and I plan to write about the other siblings, too. All characters are over the age of 18.
“Oh yeah, fuck me harder! Just like that, oh fuck, your cock is sooo good, Jimmy!”
I slowly swam to consciousness, groggy and a little disoriented. It had only been a couple of weeks since I had moved across the country from the small town of Summerset, Nevada, to start college in Trafton, Iowa. Jessica, my middle sister, was in her senior year at the women’s college my mother had insisted all of her daughters go to, and she had rented an apartment for the both of us to live in.
We never had a lot of money growing up and with six kids, my mother and stepfather could only help us out so much. The apartment was just a small one-bedroom. Jessica and I each had a twin bed, crammed into opposite corners of the bedroom. The tiny living room had a couch and TV, and we fit a postage stamp-sized dining table into the kitchen area. It was actually very cozy and despite the cramped space, we got along well. I had been a little worried about living in harmony with my older, glamorous sister, but to my surprise, she welcomed me with genuine warmth.
This morning, it took me a few seconds to realize what exactly I was hearing. I hadn’t even realized Jessica had brought someone home with her when she came back last night from a party.
Jessica’s words had been whispered, but still very clear in our bedroom. They echoed in my head as I blinked in the early morning light coming in through the blinds. Then I focused across the narrow space between our beds and what I saw shocked me beyond belief.
A man’s naked butt was pumping between my sister’s outstretched legs. He was panting hard and all of the muscles in his back and ass and legs were rippling with strength. I had never seen a naked, male body before and my eyes widened as my brain raced to process what was happening.
“Oh God, it’s so good! Fuck me just like that, I’m going to come all over your cock, Jimmy! I’m going to come, I’m going to–”
The man clamped his hand over Jessica’s mouth as she let out a muffled shriek, her legs shaking around his thrusting hips. He groaned long and low as he rammed forward in a final, deep lunge, straining as he held himself still.
After a few seconds, he lowered himself down and I could tell they were kissing, a really lewd, messy kiss with noisy smacking and moaning. I lay there in my own bed, just a few feet away, my vagina swollen and damp and so hot under the covers. I had never felt like this physically before, but above all, I was reeling mentally.
When I was 6, my widowed mother remarried and she brought my two sisters and I to live with my stepfather’s family. It was kind of a Brady Bunch situation; my mother with three daughters and my stepfather with three sons. At the time, Connor, my oldest stepbrother, was 17 and a senior in high school. Robbie was 16 and Sean, 14. My oldest sister Delilah was 12, Jessica was 10, and then came me, the baby.
I don’t remember my birth father at all, but Delilah says he wasn’t much different than our stepfather. Very Catholic, very conservative, and very stern.
Our household was as strict as you could get. We were all homeschooled and weren’t really allowed to do anything fun, which led to a lot of fights growing up. I remember hearing Connor and my stepfather roaring at each other about the curfews and rules against parties and dating.
That lasted a few months before Connor went off to college, way on the other side of the country. I hardly saw him again–there was a lot of resentment and bad feelings between him and his father, and he didn’t come home much.
Things weren’t a lot calmer when he had gone, though. All of my siblings went through the same rebellion and unhappiness with my stepfather’s rules. The fights continued and, if you can believe it, got even worse with my sisters. They would scream at my stepfather that he wasn’t their real dad and he would yell back that while they were under his roof, they would obey his rules. By the time I was a teenager and my siblings had all gone to college far, far away, I was sick of the fighting.
So I was the good girl. I never snuck out of the house at night to go to parties, and I never had any secret boyfriends. I wore my conservative blouses and skirts and hardly looked anyone in the eye because I was so shy. My stepfather stopped blustering and yelling and would pinch my cheek and tell me how happy I made him. My mother was my best friend, and while she and I cooked dinner every night, we would discuss my schoolwork and my hopes and dreams, and really, I wasn’t very lonely at all.
I begged my parents to let me go to the small, conservative college near our small town in Nevada. I wouldn’t have felt so strange or out of place there and I could have continued living my quiet life at home. But my mother was adamant–she wanted all of her daughters to have the same, wonderful college experience she had.
Little did she know that only two weeks after I arrived, I would be subjected to the sight of my sister having sex right in front of me.
The long kiss ended and Jessica giggled. I heard Jimmy whisper, “Did we wake up your sister?” He turned to look back but I snapped my eyes shut so that they would think I was still sleeping.
“Mm, don’t worry, babe. She’s fine.”
After a while, Jimmy got up and left. When my sister returned to the room from a quick shower, she sat on the edge of my bed.
“Molly,” she said, “I know you’re awake.”
I peeked over the edge of the sheets with wide eyes.
Jessica huffed out a laugh at my expression. “Don’t tell me you really are just as good as Ma always says?”
“I’ve never–” I said, my voice coming out high and squeaky. “I mean, Jessica! We’re not even supposed to date until after college and you’re having sex?! Are you going to marry that guy?”
At this, my sister laughed until tears were streaming down her face. I sat up, embarrassed and a little affronted.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because I would never marry Jimmy, Molly! What are you even thinking?”
“I’m thinking you’re having premarital sex, which is a sin, Jessica.” I hissed the last words in a fierce whisper. I shouldn’t have to tell her this–after all, our stepfather had expounded on this very subject multiple times at the dinner table, along with harsh recriminations for the “slutty” clothes my sisters wore.
“Oh, Molly. You really are just a baby, aren’t you?” She said this without any judgment or malice and she smiled at me affectionately while patting my thigh. Despite this, I still felt dumb, naive, and confused.
My face must have shown how I felt because Jessica sighed and continued, “Listen, little sister. Dad was wrong, okay? It’s not a sin. It’s a lot of fun, actually, if you can find the right guy.”
I paused before saying, “Like the ‘One’?”
“Nooo, not the ‘One’.” She had to stifle another laugh at that. “No, I mean a guy who knows how to use his cock and make you feel good. You know what I mean?”
I shook my head slowly, not having a clue, and she stared at me strangely for a minute.
“Wait,” she finally said. “Molly, do you even know how sex works?”
“Jessica!” I huffed, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms across my chest. “Of course I know what sex is!”
“Oh my God! You have no idea, don’t you?” She was laughing again and shaking her head.
“Stop laughing! What you’re doing is wrong. I’m the one doing the right thing here!”
“Oh Molly. Molly Molly Molly.” Jessica wiped the tears from her eyes and then, in a strangely tender gesture, she leaned forward and cupped my face with both hands. “I’m going to have to show you what you’re missing.”
I protested, but she just smiled mysteriously and we didn’t say anything more on the subject that day. Her subtle campaign of corruption had just started.
Jessica didn’t push me. She never even really talked about it after that first morning. She just kept bringing guys home from parties, knowing that the constant sex show she put on was enough to subvert my morals without even having to go through the effort of verbalizing anything.
My sister was really beautiful, with her long, red, curly hair and her sensual curves. She had great tits too, although she often said mine were even better. But I didn’t show them off like she did, in her low-cut tops and push-up bras. Sometimes, I would just stare at her deep, plump cleavage until she would catch me and I’d blush and she’d laugh. It was no problem for her to pick up guys–they were practically salivating at her feet everywhere she went–school, her job at the coffee shop, parties.
She wasn’t shy about throwing off the covers and being naked in front of me. I got really used to seeing her body and, after a while, it didn’t make me so embarrassed. In fact, I began to look forward to seeing her strut around the apartment totally bare. She was so confident and naturally sexy; I envied her.
It was the same with all of the bare cock. They seemed so gross at first, all hairy at the base and dusky purple or red when they were hard. But Jessica loved them so much, no matter what size or shape, and I began to look at them differently. She would give those college boys blow jobs as they sat on the edge of her bed, at the perfect angle for me to see her lick and suck them off while moaning in ecstatic bliss.
I took a psychology class that first semester and they taught the concept of classical conditioning and what Pavlov did with his dogs. One night, while we sat on the couch watching a documentary about Alaskan huskies, I suddenly blurted out, “I think I must be like one of Pavlov’s dogs. All of your obvious enjoyment of cock and sex is training my brain to want it, too.”
She hummed in thought. “But Pavlov rewarded his dogs for good behavior, right? It’s not like I reward you with a treat every time you watch me fuck someone.”
“Well, no… But the reward is how I feel, isn’t it?”
She smiled then, wickedly and gleefully. “Oh really? What are you saying, Molly? Do you feel good when you watch me have sex?”
“Yes… a little.” A predictable blush spread over my face.
Jessica had turned to face me on the couch, folding her hands under her chin and giving me a pleading look. “Well, tell me! What feels good?”
“You already know, Jessica…” I said, turning away to hide my embarrassment.
“No, I don’t know. Tell me. Where does it feel good?”
“Down there!” I whispered, at that time still unable to use the naughty words that Jessica used so often. The word “pussy” was emblazoned in my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to push it past my lips.
“Yeeeah?” She drew out the word. “Does your pussy feel all hot and achy? Does it get wet and swollen? Does it make you want to touch yourself?”
I nodded shame-facedly. “But it’s a sin, Jessica. We’re not supposed to.”
“Just forget all of that. Focus on what feels good, Molly. Life is short, why not have fun while we’re at it?”
“Uhh, because we’ll go to hell?”
Jessica shrugged. “I don’t know if I believe in hell.” When she saw my face, she hurriedly added, “Now don’t you go telling our parents I said that! I don’t want to come home during the holidays to a bunch of lectures.”
“I won’t,” I sighed. “But I really just don’t understand what the point of it all is, Jessica. I mean, it feels kind of warm and tingly, and it’s nice, but it’s not anything to risk going to hell over.”
Jessica didn’t say anything more. She just gave me a look that I had come to know meant trouble.
A couple of days later, I woke up to the familiar sounds of kissing and whispering. I stretched under the covers, pointing my toes and yawning before I opened my eyes. The scene my sister had set that morning was a little different than usual, and seeing it made me instantly wet.
This time, the boy, who I recognized as one of her coffee shop coworkers–a tall, cute college student named Matt, was sitting up against the headboard with his legs spread wide to accommodate my sister in between them.
She was sitting with her back against his chest, with her own legs spread out, her knees bent over his thighs. This put her pussy right in my full view. It was the first time I had really seen it like that–up until then, she had always been getting fucked or was on her knees sucking cock.
Now, I could see it all–her pink, puffy lips, the shadowed entrance, the shining moisture covering all of it. Matt was pulling those lower lips apart while she pinched her nipples.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he said, staring down at her most private place, exposed in the most obscene way possible.
“Yeah, you like seeing my wet pussy, Matt?” Jessica asked in a breathy whisper. “I’m going to show you what I do when I can’t find a boy to fuck me.”
Matt scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like you ever have trouble finding cock, Jessica.” He nuzzled into her neck, and I watched as his tongue flicked her ear.
Jessica moaned before saying, “Stop distracting me. I’m trying to tell you how I like to make myself come.”
“Okay, fine. How do you like to make yourself come?”
“Well first, I like to get myself nice and wet.” Jessica stuck her fingers in her mouth and gave them a coat of saliva. “Usually, I’m wet enough already, but sometimes it’s nice to suck on my fingers and feel naughty.” She drew them out of her mouth slowly and Matt groaned.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot.”
Jessica ignored him. She was looking straight at me now. “Then, I like to just rub all around my pussy. I like to feel how swollen I can get, how wet I am.”
My heart pounding, I watched with avid attention. As stealthily as possible, I slipped my hand between my thighs and under the band of my panties, cupping my sex. I was so wet, practically dripping, and it wasn’t hard to slick my fingers through my folds, exploring them just like Jessica did, mirroring her movements.
“Then, I stick my fingers in my pussy, like this.” She slid her two middle fingers deep inside. “Fuck, that feels good.”
She worked her hand in and out like that for a minute, her eyes hooded and boring into me.
I widened my legs and followed her example, sucking in a breath as I burrowed my fingers into my tight hole.
“Oh yeah, it feels so good, Matt. I love fucking myself with my fingers because I can curl them up and there’s this spot–” She broke off in a low moan.
I was too shy to moan, but when I copied her movement, rubbing up against the front wall of my pussy, my jaw dropped open and my eyes rolled back.
“Oh my fucking God,” Matt breathed. “This is driving me crazy!” I could tell he was stroking himself behind Jessica’s back, and my face turned hot when I saw that he wasn’t looking down at Jessica anymore, his eyes were trained straight on me.
“Then I rub my clit, just like this,” Jessica said. She drew her finger up and over her little bud while she spread herself with her other hand, showing me exactly where it was. “Do you see how it sticks out a little? When I touch it, I go crazy!”
Her fingers made small circles around her clit and when I did the same, my legs automatically spread even wider under the covers. Holy mother of God, it felt amazing! We stayed like that for a few minutes as she continued to circle her clit slowly, sometimes dipping her fingers inside to bring out more of her honey. I repeated all of her movements, a delicious pleasure filling me and making me just as crazy as Matt.
“Oh yeah, that’s good, oh fuck!” All of a sudden, Jessica’s hand became a blur between her white thighs as she frigged herself fast and hard.
“Fuck, Matt, pinch my nipples, pinch them hard, I’m going to come, I’m going to come!”
Matt obediently moved his hands up to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples so hard that it looked almost painful, but Jessica only encouraged him more. I watched in awe as the orgasm took over my sister.
“Fuck yes, Matt! Harder! Oh fuck!” I had come to know what Jessica looked like when she came, with her mouth open and her eyes hazy and almost crossed. Seeing her like that brought me to the edge as well, my hand working faster and faster and my chest heaving. The tingling and pressure became overwhelming as my pussy flooded with even more moisture. An insistent throbbing began low in my core and I panted hard as I rubbed furiously between my legs.
Jessica flopped back against Matt, her orgasm spent. He had waited long enough by that point. He pushed Jessica forward onto her hands and knees, and then he fucked her hard from behind, grunting like an animal and slamming his hips into hers so hard the bed scooted a few inches across the floor.
I watched in a haze as I continued to rub myself, the first orgasm of my life spinning upwards and outwards, spreading over my body in throbbing waves of unbelievable pleasure. “Oh my God!” I whispered, trembling all over just as Matt finished, his voice joining Jessica’s in a chorus of moans and groans.
The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing as I floated in a plane of sensual discovery, completely awed by my experience, my hand clenched tight between my trembling thighs. I finally understood why Jessica did what she did. I no longer wondered why anyone would tempt the fires of hell for sexual gratification–it was completely and utterly irresistible.
After catching his breath, Matt sat back on his heels and looked me in the eye, smiling. “Well, Molly? When are you going to start joining in the fun?”
He and my sister laughed when I just pulled the sheet up over my head, too embarrassed to face them.
That was definitely the turning point. There were a few more instances when I held back, but watching my sister get fucked always made me so hot that I ended up with my hand between my thighs anyway. So I stopped trying to resist, and I masturbated all the time after that.
Jessica continued to bring boys home and I continued to peek over the top of my covers to watch. I was a fairly light sleeper and often was in bed way before Jessica came home from her dates or bar-hopping. Because of this, I wore ear plugs and rarely woke up whenever she came back with her conquest of the night. So my education more often happened in the morning, because Jessica never let a boy leave her bed without one more round after waking up.
It was obvious she really loved sex. There were lots of boys–from the other college in town, from the coffee shop, from the bars she would go out to at night. I saw Jimmy a lot; he seemed to be a favorite, and he really got off on me watching.
Sometimes, as he fucked Jessica from behind, he would insist that they face me so he could see how my hand moved under the covers between my legs.
“Are you touching yourself, Molly? Are you going to make your virgin pussy come? You love watching your sister get fucked, don’t you?” he would say.
And I would bite back my moans and then shiver and shake while my orgasm took over. Jimmy loved it, and I guess Jessica did, too, because they often came at the same time as I did.
Somehow, Jessica and I (and I assume the boy) always made it to class or work on time. Once, the debauchery ended so late that I didn’t even have a chance to do more than throw on my clothes before running off to class. I worried all through the lecture that everyone around me could smell my soaked panties. I couldn’t understand it, but that thought made me even wetter than normal.
School flew by and before I knew it, the winter holidays had arrived, and Jessica and I flew back home together. Delilah picked us up from the Reno airport; she had driven up from LA to spend the winter break with us. We hugged for a long time at the pick-up area, and I wondered what people thought when they saw us; three young, red-haired women embracing in giddy joy.
On the hour-long ride back, Delilah and Jessica sat in the front and engaged in a long, gossipy conversation. That’s when it dawned on me that I truly had been the innocent baby of the family.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I only arrived yesterday, but Ma is driving me crazy already!” Delilah pushed an errant, red curl back behind her ear. “She says I wear too much make-up, my clothes are all wrong, I show too much cleavage, blah blah blah.”
Jessica sighed. “Girl, tell me about it. I’m not looking forward to it.”
“Oh well, at least you’re here to take some of the pressure off. Although I see Molly hasn’t changed much. Still dressing like a plain-clothes nun, Molly?” She caught my eye in the rearview mirror and winked.
I blushed and shrugged. It was true that I hadn’t really changed my style much. Jessica had tried to get me to go shopping with her at the Goodwill, but I felt very comfortable in my long skirts and blouses and didn’t really want new clothes.
“She might look like a nun, but she definitely doesn’t act like one!” Jessica said then.
Delilah’s eyes widened. “Oh really? Don’t tell me Molly’s lost her virginity already? It’s only been one semester!”
Jessica giggled. “Well, she hasn’t had sex yet, but I at least taught her how to give herself an orgasm. Isn’t that right, Molly?” She turned in her seat and raised her hand for a high-five.
I half-heartedly connected my palm with hers and rolled my eyes.
“I can’t believe it!” said Delilah.
“Oh yeah, believe it. Our little baby sister diddles her pussy every single day. And I get to watch because we share a bedroom!”
My cheeks burned even hotter at this. “Jessica!” I protested.
“Shut up!” Delilah practically screamed. “You’re totally shitting me. Molly, is this true? Are you really jerking off every day?”
“Ugghhh,” I said, letting my head fall back on the seat cushion. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’ll talk about it for her!” Jessica interjected.
And she did. She gave Delilah all of the details of how she led her innocent, baby sister down the path to hell. My sisters cackled with laughter and delight and from there, the conversation devolved even further.
“So how many guys have you fucked this semester?” Delilah asked Jessica.
“Oh geez, like I can keep count.”
“Way to get it, girl! Better now than later. It’s harder to find guys to fuck after college. There’s not enough time with all the lesson plans and classes.” Delilah said with a sigh. She was a high school English teacher. “I have like a zillion essays to grade during this break.”
“What about the other teachers? There’s no banging in the breakroom?”
“Yuck, those guys are all like seventy-billion years old. Not interested.”
Then Jessica lowered her voice dramatically. “What about the students? Any hotties?”
Now it was Delilah’s turn to blush. “Well, there was one student…”
Jessica and I both gasped, although hers was one of delight and mine was of horror.
“Don’t worry, Molly, he was 18. His cock was like this big!” She lifted her hands up off the steering wheel for a second and set her palms about ten inches apart. “He couldn’t last very long, but oh man, I haven’t been stuffed that full in a long time. I made him fuck me three times in a row because he just kept coming after only a few minutes.”
“You don’t have any big cocks in your little black book, Del?”
Delilah sighed again and shook her head. “I do, but they’re all busy or they get girlfriends or whatever. I’m telling you, it’s not that easy to find no-strings-attached sex buddies in the real world, so enjoy it while you can.”
They continued chatting about men and the best way to pick them up. I tuned out the conversation and thought about how different we were despite our apparent mutual love of sexual pleasure. My sisters were so much more outgoing than I was. They didn’t seem to have any problem with having sex with multiple people or having a lot of fuck buddies.
If I ever had sex, it would be with someone meaningful, I thought to myself. Someone I really cared about.
When we got to the house, it was crammed full of siblings. It wasn’t until someone mentioned that Connor wouldn’t be there that I realized I had been looking forward to seeing him.
My oldest stepbrother was more like a stranger to me. I got to know Robbie and Sean not only because I lived with them longer, but also because they came home for the holidays and summer breaks more. Since he had graduated high school, I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen Connor.
“Connor’s hit the big time, you know. He’s got some fancy title at his engineering firm and makes a ton of money,” Robbie said one night as Jessica and I played a board game with him after our parents had gone to bed. Delilah and Sean had snuck out to a local bar, so it was just the three of us.
“I didn’t think engineers made that much money,” Jessica said.
Robbie shrugged. “He’s some kind of consultant or something. They ask him to speak all over the country. Actually, he told me he’s going to spend a month in Reno during the summer for some kind of workshop.”
I perked up at hearing that. I would be in Trafton for the summer, which was only an hour away–maybe we would get to see him?
“Does he like living in Chicago?” I asked.
“I guess so? He’s not at home much because of all the traveling. Your college is pretty close to Chicago, you know. You guys haven’t visited?”
“Well, I don’t have a car and she’s too busy,” I said, pointing my thumb at Jessica. And of course, we hadn’t been invited. I didn’t even have Connor’s phone number.
Robbie nodded, although I didn’t think he really understood. He and his brothers were all very close, and he also tried to keep in touch with my sisters and me. It probably didn’t occur to him that Connor and I didn’t have much of a relationship.
He turned to my sister. “So what’s new with you, Jessica? How many guys have you fucked since I last saw you?”
“Robbie!” Jessica whisper-shrieked, pushing at his shoulder. “Keep your voice down! Ma and Dad still think I’m a virgin!”
“Oh, come on,” Robbie said, giving Jessica a long look-over, his gaze resting on the deep vee of her sweater where the round curves of her cleavage were on display. “Nobody thinks you’re a virgin anymore.”
They bickered good-naturedly for the rest of the game, and I smiled to myself. It was good to be with family again.
When Jessica and I got on the plane to go back to school for spring semester, my mother cried. Jessica rolled her eyes, but I gave Ma a tight hug, promising her I would come home for the summer. It wasn’t a difficult promise to make. I really missed her and for some reason, I kept thinking that if I was home for the summer, I would be able to see our mysterious, oldest stepbrother again.
Things went by in a whirl when we got back to school. I took a heavier coarse load and Jessica was finishing up her degree in accounting, so we both had tons of studying to do. Soon, May was upon us and we were buckling down hard for final exams. During that whole last month before her graduation, Jessica brought only one or two boys home. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to enjoy her morning escapades as often, but by then, I had found other things to masturbate to.
Every night, without fail, I would open up the browser window on my phone with all the tabs of my favorite pornographic stories that I had found on the internet, and I’d touch myself while reading until I made myself come. One night, I was so tired from studying that I decided to skip it, but I discovered that I couldn’t fall asleep until I’d felt that wonderful pleasure wash over me.
And that’s where all of the trouble started.
I was on the phone with my mother for one of our weekly chats when she explained the situation. “So I’m flying in on Thursday and I’ll stay through Monday so that we can hang out for a bit after Jessica’s graduation ceremony.”
“It’s called commencement, Ma,” I said.
Ignoring me, she continued, “You and Jessica can pick me up from the airport. I know you haven’t bought your ticket yet for coming home with me, and I don’t want you to anymore. We’re taking a road trip back!”
“We’re driving back to Nevada? That will take days!”
“Yes, but think of all the money we’ll save! And we’ll finally get to see Connor again. It’s been so long.”
I paused, trying to keep up with the roundabout way my mother’s mind worked. “Wait, Connor is going to drive us?”
“Oh yes, honey. He actually called last week to see if you needed a ride home. He’s doing some seminar thing in Reno, so he’s going to be driving over from Chicago. Isn’t that wonderful?”
So a few weeks later, on a clear May morning, I stood at our apartment window, anxiously scanning the street for Connor’s big, black SUV.
I told myself it was normal to feel a little bit nervous. Of all of my siblings, Connor was the one I knew the least. I was only 6 years old when he had left for college, and the last time I saw him had been several years ago. I vaguely remembered him as being very handsome, with thick, black hair and piercing, blue eyes.
When he drove up to the curb that morning and got out of the driver’s seat, I caught my breath. He was even more handsome than I remembered. Taller and more filled out, with broad shoulders, a lean, athletic build, and a confidence that must have grown as he lived on his own in Chicago and moved up the ranks at his engineering firm.
The small living room felt even more crowded when he entered. Ma fawned over him and Jessica gave him a warm hug. Then he turned to me and I blushed when he took a few seconds to look me over.
“So here’s little Molly, all grown up,” he said before engulfing me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around his middle and breathed him in, an intoxicating scent of pine and musk.
“Hi, Connor,” I said when we broke apart, looking up and getting a little lost in the blue of his eyes. I licked my lips and felt my pussy give a pulse. A blush crawled over my face. Was I actually getting aroused from hugging my stepbrother?
The corner of his mouth ticked up as he held my gaze for another few seconds, and then he turned away.
It was strange to feel such an immediate attraction, but when I considered it later, I realized that all of Jessica’s boys were just that–boys. Of course, they were over the age of 18, but they were all so young–college students or just barely graduated. Connor, on the other hand, exuded a maturity and manliness that Jessica’s boys didn’t have.
Connor wanted to get on the road quickly, so things were a whirlwind of carrying bags and suitcases into the SUV and trying to find space for it all among Connor’s own belongings.
Luckily, I didn’t have too much since I was leaving all of the furniture with Jessica in our little apartment. We had decided that I would just move back in with her in the fall since she would surely still be studying and taking the required exams, so there really wasn’t a lot that I needed to bring with me for a summer at home.
When Connor went into our bedroom to grab my last suitcase, he stood there for a minute, taking in the arrangement of our beds in that tiny room.
“Huh,” he said, before he hefted the suitcase and walked out to the car.
The drive was fairly uneventful. I sat in the back and Ma talked Connor’s ear off, asking him all sorts of questions.
Did he have a girlfriend? No.
Didn’t he want to get married someday? Yes.
Was he excited to go back home? A little.
Where was he staying in Reno? Downtown.
It went on like that, with Ma going on for long minutes after each of his monosyllabic answers before asking another question. Sometimes, Connor would catch my eye in the rear-view mirror and give me a wink, which I liked. When the day got brighter and he put his sunglasses on, I was a little disappointed not to see those beautiful, blue eyes anymore.
We stopped at a hotel for the night, and Ma was so tired after dinner at the restaurant next door that she fell into one of the two queen-sized beds and started snoring right away.
“You want to shower first, Molly?” Connor asked as he unzipped his duffel bag.
“No, I want to check my grades first. I’ll shower after you.”
I got out my laptop and logged into the school website. My grades were posted and I felt a little giddy at being on the Dean’s list. Ma would be so proud! Connor was still in the bathroom, so I checked my email and was in the middle of reading a funny message from one of my friends that I didn’t realize Connor had come back in the room.
“It’s all yours, Molly.”
“Oh!” I looked up and wasn’t able to stop my jaw from dropping. Connor had his boxers on but no shirt, and his towel was slung around his shoulders. He obviously went to the gym, because he had all kinds of muscles that Jessica’s boys didn’t have.
He was rummaging in his duffel, but he turned around then and caught me ogling. “You going to shower or what?” His full lips were quirked up in a smile.
“Right! Shower!” I said stupidly before rushing into the bathroom.
By the time I got out, hair still a little damp and in my t-shirt and sleeping shorts, it was quite late. I had been planning on sharing the bed with Ma, but when I approached it, I frowned.
My parents slept in a king-sized bed at home, and I had always thought it was because my stepfather was so tall and burly. But now, as I looked down at my mother star-fished across the whole mattress, snoring loudly, I began to suspect she was the reason for it.
“Just sleep over here with me, Molly,” Connor said. He had put on a t-shirt and was sitting up with his back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him and working on his laptop. There were glasses perched on his nose, and honestly, he looked kind of like Clark Kent, with his white t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest, his biceps on display. My heart gave a thump at seeing him like that.
I stuttered a little, unsure what to do. “Oh, but…”
“Really, it’s fine. We’re siblings, right? Just get in.” He sounded a little impatient as he gestured to the other side of his bed without taking his eyes off the laptop screen, so I quickly scooted around the bed and slid in. I turned my back to him, shut my eyes, and tried to go to sleep.
I couldn’t, though. What with my mother’s snoring, Connor’s light keyboard tapping, and his bedside lamp still casting a soft glow in the room, it was impossible. And of course there was that little business of not having given myself a pre-bedtime orgasm.
Finally, Connor also got under the covers and turned out the light. His breathing turned rhythmic very soon after and I envied him being able to fall asleep so easily in an unknown environment. I cursed myself for not masturbating in the shower when I had the chance.
The night felt very unfamiliar and strange to me. There I was, sharing a bed with a man for the first time, and that man was my stepbrother. And although he was my stepbrother, he also felt like a stranger. A very handsome stranger.
I sighed and turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My nipples felt very tight and my pussy was aching and wet. I thought of Pavlov’s dogs again, and I realized that I had been conditioning myself for the past several months. I had been trained to need an orgasm every night before going to sleep, and my whole body was humming, begging for release.
Carefully, I turned my head on the pillow and watched Connor in the darkness for several long moments. There was just enough light coming through the partly open drapes of the window to see his strong profile. He continued to breathe in and out slowly and rhythmically, and I even thought I saw his eyelids flutter. Didn’t that mean a REM cycle? Wasn’t that the deepest cycle of sleep?
Slowly, I slid my hand down into my shorts, beneath the band of my underwear. I was surprised to find myself even wetter than usual. It must have been from spending so much time with Connor that day. I chided myself internally for finding him so physically appealing. We were related, after all. But who could blame me? He was the most attractive man I’d ever met, let alone been so close to for such a long period of time. Going to a women’s college didn’t exactly open up my social circles to the opposite sex.
I tried not to think about the man beside me as I began to slide my fingers around my wetness. It wasn’t easy, with his scent filling my nostrils and the sound of his soft breaths beside me. Instead, I tried to think of Jimmy or Matt or any of the countless other boys that Jessica had fucked this past year. Ever so gently, I found my clit and began to circle it. It was hard to do it with my legs straight, so I slowly bent the leg furthest away from Connor up and to the side to give myself better access. My foot caught in the sheets, rustling and pulling them a little in the process.
I froze, holding my breath and straining my ears to hear anything different from Connor. His breathing remained the same, so I concentrated on strumming my clit and making myself come as fast as possible. I imagined a faceless man licking my pussy–one of my favorite visuals. Somehow, over the next few minutes, my imagination added thick, black hair and penetrating blue eyes, and by the time I realized I was actually picturing my stepbrother eating my pussy, it was too late.
My mouth dropped open and I panted silently as my orgasm built and built and I could feel the familiar tingle. I was just about to fly over the precipice when Connor’s hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed my wrist above the band of my shorts.
I gasped, turning my head and finding Connor on his side, very much awake and staring at me. I tried tugging my wrist away, but he held it firm against my belly, my hand trapped in my panties.
“Well, well, well, baby sister,” Connor whispered in a barely audible rumble, that small smile quirking his lips. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, I shook my head frantically.
“You naughty, little girl. You were touching yourself.”
Again, I shook my head.
“Oh yes. And you were about to come, weren’t you?”
“Connor–” I whispered before stopping. I really didn’t know what to say. My heart was beating so fast in my chest that I thought it might burst out of me and I could feel a hot blush crawl over my cheeks.
“And here I thought you were the good one out of all of us. Dad told me you never tried to sneak out in high school, never even went on a date.”
“Connor, please,” I begged, tears smarting in my eyes.
He let my wrist go then, and I immediately pulled my hand out of my bottoms and turned away from him on my side, taking a deep breath and squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. But instead of leaving me alone, Connor slid across the sheets right up against my back and ass.
When I felt the contact of his hard cock through his boxers against my ass cheeks, I gasped. “Wha–?” I whispered, half-turning back and colliding against his broad chest.
“You’ve really grown up, Molly,” Connor murmured, his hand slithering under my t-shirt and cupping my bare breast.
“Connor, stop it!” I whisper-shrieked, feeling completely embarrassed. I curled back onto my side, my hand coming up over my t-shirt to cover his.
His deft fingers found my nipple and gave it a twist that sent a bolt of heat straight to my pussy, so wet and needy after the denied orgasm. I gasped and my back arched involuntarily, my ass cheeks further cradling the thick shaft of his cock. It felt huge.
“Fuck, Molly. When I saw you this morning, I couldn’t believe how beautiful you’d become.” His words were a low, dark whisper in my ear as he continued to manipulate my taut nipple. He ground his hips into me and said, “Can you feel how hard you make me?”
I could only moan quietly in response. His hand on my nipple and his words in my ear were making me hotter than I’d ever been before.
“And then to wake up and find you frigging yourself… So fucking hot, baby sister.” Connor nuzzled my neck and then licked up the side of it before taking my earlobe gently between his teeth. I shivered at his touch. His hand traveled down my belly and slipped into my panties.
“Come on, baby, open your legs for your big brother,” he whispered.
“Connor!”
“I know you want it, Molly,” he said, pushing the thick ridge of his cock into my ass.
“But Ma is right there!” I protested feebly.
“Don’t worry, she and Dad sleep like the dead. How do you think we snuck out all the time in high school?”
I bit my lip, keeping my thighs clamped together. This was so wrong!
“Come on, Molly. You’re so fucking gorgeous and sexy. Please?”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if Connor was telling the truth about finding me attractive. He might just be saying these things to get me to open my legs. All the same, his words were making me melt inside.
Since I hadn’t spread myself like he asked, he moved his hand around to my butt and gave it a squeeze.
Groaning, he said, “Fucking hell, your ass! You’re making me so fucking hard, Molly.” He ground his hips against me once more to prove his point, the feel of his rigid shaft sending a quiver of desire through me.
I turned back again, gathering up all of my will-power and strength to say no. I had withstood all of the propositions of Jessica’s boys. I had withstood Jessica herself with her own hints and offers of sex toys and porn and further instruction. I could say no to my own stepbrother, even if he was the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on!
But as soon as I faced him, Connor pressed his lips against mine and I was stunned by the first kiss of my life. I gasped and he took advantage of that to slip his tongue inside my mouth, caressing my own with his.
As soon as he did that, it was like a switch was flipped in my body. Jessica was right–life was short. Why was I even trying to resist this incredibly hot man who obviously wanted me? It was just like when I touched myself for the first time–Connor’s kiss awakened a hunger and desire within me that had to be satisfied.
I twisted towards him, my hands flying up to grab onto his hair as our lips mated and clung to each other. My legs snapped open and suddenly Connor’s hand was there, stroking my aching pussy, making me feel insanely good. He leaned over me, consuming my mouth, his hand working me expertly. He found my clit immediately, rubbing it until I was squirming and panting against his mouth.
“Oh fuck, Molly, you’re so fucking wet. Are you going to come? Are you going to come right now on your brother’s hand?”
Instead of answering him, I grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips to mine again, clinging onto him as pleasure crashed over me. The orgasm was swift and brutal. I had already been on the brink before Connor interrupted me, and now it took less than a minute before his fingers pushed me over the edge and into a vortex of ecstasy.
I thrust my tongue eagerly into his as I shook in his arms. The moan came out as a muffled whine as I tried to hold it in, still somehow mindful of my mother just a few feet away, snoring on the other bed.
Usually, after an orgasm, I always took my hand away because of how sensitive everything was, but Connor did no such thing. He slid his fingers down from my clit and rammed two of them into my slick pussy, making me grunt and my eyes roll back up into my head at the added pleasure.
He pumped them in a few times and then whispered, “Fuck, Molly. I have to taste you.” In a fog of pleasure, I let him whip my shirt and bottoms off and soon, he had wriggled down under the sheets and his tongue was on my virgin pussy.
I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over my face, letting out a muted howl as my greatest fantasy, cunnilingus, finally came true. It was even more exquisitely incredible than my fevered imaginings. I couldn’t believe my first time was with my sexy older stepbrother, my mother sleeping just a few feet away. I couldn’t believe any of it was happening!
Connor certainly knew what he was doing, and if his eagerness and low hums of delight were any indication, he also really liked it. He licked all around my opening before spearing me with his fingers, and he fucked me with them while he suckled on my clit.
It felt so much more intense than anything I had ever done to myself. The bluntness of his fist against my folds every time he pushed his fingers all the way in, the softness of his tongue when he laved my clit, the vibrations from his quiet moans. It was heaven.
At one point, I lifted the pillow off my face and looked down under the sheet. I could just make out his eyes glittering in the darkness as he met my gaze, and it was so hot and sexy that another orgasm rose up inside me and I had to press the pillow back over my face to let out a little squeal as I came a second time.
My pussy clamped down on Connor’s hand and waves of delicious pleasure crashed over me. He pressed his tongue down hard on my clit and crooked his fingers, rubbing against the front wall of my pussy, prolonging my orgasm in a way I had never experienced before. I was dizzy with lust and pleasure, the pillow smothering my face somehow adding to my delirious bliss.
And then Connor was kissing his way back up my shaking body, quickly disrobing before leaning down and worshiping my breasts for a minute. The feel of him suckling my nipples was amazing–so much better than when I played with them. I wanted him to continue doing it forever, but he shoved the pillow away and took my mouth in another deep, drugging kiss and I tasted myself on his tongue. The thick head of his cock dragged through my folds and then slowly, inexorably, began to enter me.
I wrenched my lips away to gasp out a warning: “Connor, I’m a virgin!”
But instead of turning him off, my confession only seemed to inflame him further. He groaned and his cock gave a jerk against me, making me inhale sharply.
“Oh God, Molly. You’re so fucking tight and hot, just let me…” He ended on another groan as he slid inside me, his cock forging its way into my slippery, virgin depths, stretching me for the first time.
It felt as if my mind was shorting out, pleasure overwhelming all of my systems as my pussy pulled his cock further and further in. My legs rose on their own, hooking around Connor’s back and encouraging him to go deeper, as deep as he could go.
“Fuuuck,” he hissed out as he seated himself fully inside me. “God in heaven, you feel so good, baby. So good.” He kissed me again as he held himself still, letting me adjust to his considerable size.
I felt like I was drowning in bliss, losing myself in the decadent kiss, relishing the feel of being stuffed completely full. There was no going back now. When this was all over, I knew I would be just as addicted to sex as Jessica.
“Oh, Connor,” I sighed as he slowly withdrew and pumped in again. “That feels so good!”
“Yeah, baby? How does it feel to have your brother’s big cock in your virgin pussy, Molly?” He thrust hard inside me.
“Oh fuck!” I panted, my back arching. “Oh God, I love it. I love it so much!”
He huffed out a laugh then at my eagerness, although I could tell the strain of going slowly was taking a toll on him. He stroked into me like that for long minutes and we stopped talking, our focus turning to the feel of his thick shaft gliding in and out of my pussy, filling me and sparking against so many delicious parts deep inside me that I had never felt before.
The sound of the air conditioner humming and our mother’s steady snoring was all that could be heard in the muffled darkness of the room, except for a whisper here and there.
“Fuck, so tight!”
“Harder, Connor!”
“Oh sweet baby sister.”
“Oh God, I’m coming again!”
I shook through one orgasm, and then another as Connor continued to thrust at a constant pace. Sometimes, we would kiss, deep and lush, savoring the taste of each other, exploring our mouths just as Connor’s cock continued its exploration of my untried pussy.
When Connor couldn’t stand it anymore, he lifted higher onto his arms and began pounding into me, stoking my pleasure higher and higher into an orgasm beyond anything I could imagine. I briefly worried about the sound of his hips slapping into mine before everything but my pleasure was wiped from my mind as I came and came and came, harder than I’d ever come in my life.
Connor clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle my uncontrollable moans as he plunged inside me a final time. My pussy burst all over his thickness, pleasure tingling on my sensitized, heated flesh. I could feel his cock lurching inside me as he came with me, the flood of his hot seed in my pussy sending me to a higher plane as my eyes rolled up in my head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he growled, rumbling deep in his chest. His eyes bore into mine as he bred me, his own stepsister, and I shuddered at the feel of his cum marking me, possessing me.
Finally, we collapsed together, a heaving mass of sweaty limbs. I wrapped my arms around him, loving the feel of his solid body on top of mine. Experimentally, I squeezed my inner muscles over his cock and a luscious shiver ran through my pussy while Connor grunted.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, lifting his head and giving me a gentle kiss. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Really?” I whispered back. “But you’ve probably had a lot of better sex.”
“Are you kidding, Molly? That was the best sex of my life. You are the hottest woman I’ve ever fucked.” He slipped out of me and turned us on our sides, facing each other. Brushing a hand from my knee up over my buttocks, and then further to cup my breast, he said quietly, “Your body is the stuff of fantasies. I couldn’t have created one any better. Your tits and ass are perfect, your skin is so smooth. Aren’t there guys lining up at your college to ask you out?”
I giggled. “You forget it’s a women’s college.”
He chuckled. “That’s right. Well, trust me. You’re gorgeous. I can’t believe I was your first. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Oh Connor. That was so magical.” I somehow knew that what we had just shared was special, not like all of those one-night stands that Jessica had. I scooted closer and burrowed my face in his chest, inhaling his unique, wonderful scent. “Are we going to do it again?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, darling.” He tipped my chin up so I met his gaze. “We have one more night on the road, and then I’ll only be an hour away. I have a feeling I’ll be inviting my baby sister up to the big city pretty often this summer.”
He grinned, and I smiled back, my heart and pussy giving a pulse of excitement at the same time.
********
The next day, I couldn’t help blushing every time I looked at my stepbrother. Fortunately, I sat in the back seat again and my mother didn’t seem to notice anything unusual as she kept up her usual chatter.
We stopped at a diner for lunch, and when I went to the bathroom, a drop-dead gorgeous woman walked in to touch up her makeup while I was washing my hands at the sink. She must have been in her mid-twenties, and she looked like a movie star. Perfectly styled blonde hair, red lips, cat-eye eyeliner. I stared at her surreptitiously in the mirror and wondered what on earth Connor saw in me. My own face was devoid of makeup, although at least I had always had a clear, smooth complexion. I wore a boxy t-shirt and shorts, so plain in comparison to the woman’s fashionable dress. I sighed and followed her back out to the restaurant.
Connor was sitting at one of the booths, staring out the window, but he turned his head at the sight of us. It was as if he didn’t even see the beautiful woman beside me, his eyes were only on me, hot and focused. I smiled timidly at him and when he smiled back, a dimple deepening in his cheek, my heart fluttered.
When we got back on the road, Connor met my eyes a lot in the rearview mirror and each time that hot, blue gaze locked with mine, my pussy throbbed. By the time we finally checked into our hotel that night, I was hornier and wetter than I’d ever been.
We went through the routine of getting ready for bed, and as I stepped into the bathroom to take my shower, Ma was already sprawled out on her bed, snoring away.
I relished the feel of the hot water on my muscles, a little sore from sitting for so long in the car. I was alternately looking forward to the drive ending and also dreading it because it would mean Connor would continue on to Reno and leave me at home alone.
I had just finished washing my face when the shower curtain pulled open and I turned around, gasping in astonishment, as a naked Connor stepped into the tub.
“Mind if I join you?” he said, grinning.
“Oh my goodness!” I replied, my gaze rooted to the sight of Connor’s huge cock pointing straight out in front of him. I hadn’t been able to get a good look at it the night before.
“Like what you see?” he asked, giving himself a few strokes before squeezing tight around the head of his member. “I wanted to see what my beautiful, baby sister looked like naked.”
We spent a moment perusing each other’s bodies and I marveled at how big his cock was. It was definitely one of the bigger ones I’d seen and it was so beautiful that my mouth watered.
He took me in his arms and kissed me, the hot water beating down on us as our tongues twined together. His hands roamed all over my body, squeezing my ass, spanning my waist, and then cupping my breasts.
“Oh fuck!” I squeaked, my head falling back when his fingers began twisting and pulling at my taut nipples.
He bent forward and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it while he continued manipulating the other in his hand.
I reached forward and began discovering his cock, so hard, so velvety smooth, and so big. When I encircled it with my hand and gave it a stroke, he growled.
“You like that cock, baby? You want to taste it?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, giving him a squeeze.
“Aw, fuck, Molly. Get on your knees.”
I lowered down, kneeling on the bottom of the tub, the gentle fall of hot water continuing to bathe us in steam and warmth.
“Lick the tip,” Connor said, his voice low and gravelly. I met his gaze as I did what he said and I could see his pupils dilate.
“Suck the head, flick your tongue on the bottom, oh fucking hell!” His words became garbled as his hands went to my head, slowly guiding me back and forth on his huge rod as I licked and sucked.
My pussy was gushing now, my arousal increasing as I gave my first blow job. I hadn’t believed it could feel as good for the woman as it did for the man, but I was getting seriously wet from sucking my stepbrother off.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Connor finally gasped, stepping back so that his cock slipped out from between my lips. “I really need to fuck you now, Molly.”
He pulled me to my feet and we kissed for another long moment as he turned us and crowded me against the wall of the shower. He boosted me up and held me spread wide as I leaned back against the smooth, cold tiles. And then, in the bright light of the bathroom, every detail of his beautiful cock clearly visible, he lined himself up and began to push inside my pussy.
“Oh, Connor!” I moaned, so inflamed with lust as I watched him spear me open.
“Oh yeah, baby. God, you’re tight!”
When his hips met mine, he ground himself against me, so deep that I felt him against my cervix. He pulled back and then rammed back in.
“Fuck!” I squealed, shuddering against the tiles.
“Yeah, Molly, fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good!” Connor began fucking me, his hips pistoning between my spread thighs and I writhed against the wall, my palms scrabbling for purchase.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you. Touch yourself, Molly. Make yourself come.” The muscles in Connor’s arms were bulging and his eyes were glued to where he thrust into me over and over.
I brought my fingers down, finding my clit. As soon as I began to rub it, my orgasm washed over me and my pussy clenched tightly over Connor’s pumping shaft.
We both groaned, the sound echoing off the tiles.
“Fuck, Connor, oh my God, I’m coming!” I shook with the violence of my orgasm, my head rolling back against the wall.
“Holy shit, baby, that’s it, come all over my cock. Don’t stop, Molly, keep doing your clit, I want to see you come one more time. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you come one more time on your brother’s cock?”
His hips were jerking hard into mine now, his cock seeming to go deeper and deeper as he fucked me more urgently. He was breathing hard, the cords in his neck standing out and I could tell he was getting close.
My clit was still sensitive, but I did what Connor said and started rubbing it again, the pleasure spiking immediately again.
“Ohhhh Gooood,” I whimpered, my fingers massaging my clit hard and fast as I worked to come again for my brother. It didn’t take very long and a minute later, I let out a breathless sob as my orgasm completely overwhelmed me. My legs shook and my pussy pulsed all over Connor’s thrusting cock.
“Oh fuck yeah, baby, I’m coming too!” he growled before hilting himself fully in my cunt, his cock twitching powerfully inside me with the force of his spurting cum. He leaned forward, taking my mouth in a messy kiss, sucking on my lips and tongue as I trembled from the aftershocks of pleasure and mindlessly kissed him back.
After endless moments, the kiss turned gentle and loving as we came down from our high. I slowly became aware again of the cool, hard tiles against my back, the warm water sluicing over our bodies. Connor slid out of me, achingly slow, and we both sighed at the loss.
We washed each other off, silently and with gentle caresses, every now and then sharing another long kiss.
Finally, after we turned the water off and dried ourselves with the fluffy towels, Connor took me in his arms again, looking down at me. His gaze was intense, and I could see desire and tenderness in the blue depths of his eyes.
“Molly, that was fucking incredible,” he said in a quiet voice. “Promise me we’ll do that again soon. You’ll come see me in Reno, right?” I thrilled to hear the sincerity and hope in his tone.
I stood up on tip-toe to wrap my arms around his neck tightly, delighting in the feel of my soft body against his hard one.
“Oh Connor,” I whispered. “I couldn’t stay away even if I wanted to.”
********
We finally arrived home the next day just in time for dinner. I was surprised that Dad had actually managed to get food on the table, although I suppose anybody can order a few pizzas to be delivered.
“My little girl!” he boomed as he gave me a big hug on the porch steps. “I missed you, kid.”
“I missed you, too, Dad,” I said. “Although I’m sure you missed Ma more!”
My stepfather laughed. “I have to admit I’m getting a little tired of TV dinners.” Then his face sobered as Connor walked up from the car, carrying our bags.
“Hey, Dad,” he said quietly.
They stared at each other for a long time, as if taking in all of the changes the years had wrought. Finally, Dad stepped forward and Connor dropped our bags to the ground as they hugged.
“My boy,” Dad said, his voice thick. “I’m glad you’re home.”
Despite that warm homecoming, dinner was a little strained. Dad might have mellowed with the passing years, but he was still kind of a hard-ass.
“I don’t understand why you can’t come home more often! We hardly know you any more,” he blustered.
“Well, I’m getting to know Molly here,” Connor said, gesturing to me with his slice of pepperoni. “In fact, I was thinking that I should bring Molly up to Reno while I’m here. I could come get her for the weekends when I’m not working.”
My heart beat fast as I looked down at my plate and chewed. I didn’t dare look my mother in the eye.
“What’s Molly going to do in Reno?” Dad asked.
Connor shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him much. “See the sights. Take in some culture.”
Dad scoffed but my mother turned to me. “Molly, dear, is that what you want? I must admit I was a little worried you’d be bored this summer at home with just us old fogies, but maybe this will be the perfect thing for you.”
“I guess that would be nice. Thanks, Connor.” I met his eyes briefly before looking down again, trying to hide my smile.
To my disappointment, Connor didn’t stay the night. He wanted to drive to Reno that night so he could get an early start with settling in and checking in with the seminar administrators the next day. I stood on the porch and waved him off with my parents, feeling a little giddy. He would be coming back for me in just one week.
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