Anything The Heart Wants - Part 5
Hot Day and Hot Nights on Cape Bonita. Incest begins
By
Rob McCall IV
This is a multi-part story of a young man's life and the joys of his adopted family. Time may jump a bit within the story. I suggest you consider reading the prior parts first.
All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
© 2022 RMcCIV
I was walking hand-in-hand with Andi on our favorite stretch of Cape Bonita's beach after she asked me to come home. The sand was sun-kissed and golden like Andi's legs, and the glistening turquoise ocean was reflected in her eyes as the palm trees swayed gently in the light breeze. Thankfully, the same breeze was blowing open the translucent wrap Andi was wearing over her skimpy bikini that barely contained her voluptuous bosom and dynamite ass.
At 19, Andi had grown into a woman as pretty as one of the models you see in the magazines.. Her mop of blonde hair had grown out, so she always looked as if she'd just gotten out of bed. Her pert nose demanded to be kissed along with the light freckles dancing across it from years in Cape Bonita's sun. I watched them travel down her nose and across the top of her luscious C-cup tits. Thanks to our home gym and her rigorous workout schedule, Andi's stomach was ripped, and her ass was a work of art. Firm, tight, high, yet somehow also womanly. I looked at her, thinking, "My sister's a hot babe with an ass that looks at you and says, "Come fuck me." She was also petulant, fiercely intelligent, sassy, opinioned, dominant, and expecting to win at all times.
I loved being home with my sister.
I was shirtless in my regular home swimsuit, hoping that my giant cock swaying against my left thigh wouldn't get hard and tent my suit. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, with no threat of rain in the sky. We were walking along with Brownie, who was having the time of his life. Occasionally one of us would throw him a driftwood stick he'd brought back to us. Like me, he grew up on the beach and was loving it.
I felt happy and loved as we walked. The warm blanket of love that one feels when you are home again. As we strolled silently, occasionally jumping away from the tides, my thoughts drifted to how does love occur? I don't mean the love a mother has for her child the moment the doctors lay the newborn on her chest., or a fan's love for a team either developed by rooting alongside dad while watching them or becoming absorbed by a team loving culture such as living in Spain and the love for the Real Madrid Football team. I mean the love from your heart.
Some fall in love at first sight. They look across a room, or someone sits down next to them on a train, and their look, their style, their smell, their aura grabs you. And in those circumstances, have you fallen in love or in lust? So many have had that lightning bolt strike them and two weeks later, after they got to know the other person, realized that it wasn't really love after all. Some make the tragic mistake of getting swept up in their emotions and get married, only to be divorced in a year or two, sadly sometimes with an unwanted child between them.
No, I'm talking about true love. Something beyond your genitals. Within your heart and as corny as it sounds, organically. The kind of love where not only the physical being of the person turns you on and gets you hot and bothered, but so does your love for the person. Who they actually are. Their personality, their interests, their character, their being. The love you feel at the bottom of your soul, and the other person also feels for you.
But how does well-established platonic love become that kind of romantic-from-the-heart love? That moment when you realize that the love you have felt for a friend, a workmate, a teammate, or a companion has grabbed hold of you and become the kind of romantic love that Sinatra sang songs about?
And what about a sibling or your mother?
My father fell in love with Margie at first sight, standing by our mailbox watching her as the Tanners moved in next door, and because of that and their subsequent marriage, a family was born. Or should I say blended?
Andi, Jess, and I didn't fall in love with each other right away. We were kids. We were excited to have kids our age next to us to play with, and that became friendship and then admiration and closeness, and eventually true love as brother and sisters. I liked Margie, and I assume she liked me, and, I suppose, that grew into mother/son love as our years went on and accelerated and cemented as we clung to each other during the aftermath of my dad's death. But I didn't love her with all of my heart as my mom until I left for college and realized how much I missed her being in my life on a daily basis. I guess the old cliché is true; absence does make the heart grow fonder.
After a half hour or so of strolling in silence, Andi said, "Johnny, we have a lot to talk about."
"Okay."
We strolled some more.
"Mom is in trouble."
What?! Something illegal? Is she okay?! Do we need to get a lawyer? Please, don't tell me she is pregnant."
"Calm down. Nothing like that. It's her business. Business trouble. I think she needs your help."
"Business? Now, I'm really confused. Mom no longer has a business."
"She does. Jolene talked mom into an online store selling high-end, very sexy lingerie from the best designers. They named it Sinful Lingerie. And it is. If you go to the website, there is some of the hottest stuff you have ever seen for all tastes and kinks."
"Mom did that?"
"It was a perfect combination. Jolene and mom's business partnership and mom's overheated sex drive. It took off like gangbusters on launch. No questions asked, discounted designer lingerie shipped to the customer in simple, brown boxes they cleverly advertised on the adult toy sites. They used the Amazon model and, thanks to their relationships in the business with the suppliers to not purchase until the order came in, minimizing the overhead. She looked at me coyly, "I have a few examples at home if you'd like to see them someday. Black and red. They say red is the color of sex."
Just the image of Andi in something like that had me instantaneously blushing, hoping it looked like too much sun. Did I see her lick her lips seductively?
Andi continued, "It was racking up the sales for a while, and then the pandemic happened, and everything crashed. She took money out from the equity of the house, and now we are in big trouble. That's why we need your help."
