Anything The Heart Wants - Part 7
Hot Day and Hot Nights on Cape Bonita. I Sleep with my Sister Andi.
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
Andrea Tanner was driving home after another fulfilling day at the animal shelter, thinking about her life. She had taken what's now called "a gap year" after high school before college because she needed to figure things out. Who she was, what she wanted to be, what might make her happy, and how to make some of her own money with a job. She had lucked out with the animal shelter finding something she loved and giving her happiness nearly every day and a little cash. The pay wasn't great. It was minimum wage since the shelter existed on a shoestring via donations mainly, but it was money, and she got to work with the animals. For her, it was the best of both worlds. Getting paid and spending her day with what she now thought of as her "fur children."
It was Friday, and she was wondering if Johnny had any plans. She hoped he didn't, or if he did, they included her. At a stoplight so took a moment to check herself out in the rearview mirror. She shook her mop of slightly curly blonde hair. When she was a teenager, she hated her hair and craved long, straight blonde hair like all of the cheerleaders, but now she loved it. She knew it made her look cute and didn't get in the way when working out like long, straight hair can, and all of the boys seemed to adore it too. She played with one of the ringlets as she looked. It was a habit of hers.
Andi also knew she had been blessed with big, beautiful eyes. Bette Davis eyes. Large and blue as the sky. She would frequently enhance them with light blue eyeshadow, a copper brown when she felt sultry, or a shade of green when going to parties or wanting to tart up. Her mom taught her how to use makeup when she was about 14. All the other girls at school had started to wear it, and back then it made her feel like a grown-up. Now, she wore it as an everyday thing or to be attractive and sexy. Because of her hair coloring, she usually added a bit of pencil to her brows and always carefully lined around her eyes as close as she could to make them pop even more. It worked.
Like her hair, she used to detest the freckles that danced across her button nose and cheeks. She was relentlessly teased about them at school, especially by her sister, Jess. But like her hair, she loved them now. They helped to give her a healthy glow when in the sun. A good thing living in a beach community.
Thinking about Johnny made her fumble for her phone. She knew she shouldn't be playing with it while driving, but she wasn't texting; she was looking for her favorite dic pic that Jess had downloaded when she hacked his phone. It was a bulging erection of his monster cock from a low angle, including his luscious balls, shaved package, and tight stomach. She found it at the next red light. She became flushed the moment she looked at it. God, it made her hot. She didn't know why Johnny's aroused her like this. It was magnetic. His cock was catnip for her.
She had seen, held, and played with guys' cocks before. She wasn't a virgin. Some of the guys' cocks were hot, one was uncut, and his foreskin was fun to play with. A couple of them were good in bed and actually made her cum. (Not the guy who took her virginity, but they were both virgins, and he prematurely ejaculated almost the moment he put it in. Luckily, she didn't get pregnant, and was now on the pill) Plus, being Jess' sister, Andi had seen many, many more cocks watching online porn, and they got her hot. But not like Johnny's. When she saw it, she had to have it. It was primal, a nearly uncontrollable urge of pure lust.
It was so big. Not grossly pornstar large like one of those cucumber-hung porn dudes, but human large. She didn't know his size exactly. She thought it was 7-8," but it was the width and the magnificent mushroom head that she thought about constantly, especially when Johnny was super excited and his glans became swollen and purple. She wanted that head in her mouth stretching her lips, and filling her with his seed.
Thinking about his cock began to make her pussy throb. Andi wiggled in her seat to ease the sensation, to no avail. She opened her loose-fitting work jeans and put her hand down her pants to her vagina. It was already wet. The light changed, and as she accelerated with the rest of the traffic, with Johnny's cock on the console next to her, she started to softly tease herself. Not to rub one out but to lightly rev her engine. She was hatching a plan for tonight.
She hadn't planned to, but Andi started rubbing her clit a little harder. Her body demanded it, squirming in her seat reflexively. Her pussy involuntary jumped as she rolled around her now swollen clit. It was another ten minutes before she'd turn off onto her street, so she slid a finger into her crevice. It was surprising how moist and open her lips were. She slid a second finger in and started finger fucking herself, making sure that she stroked her erect clit while going in and coming out.
She couldn't believe how hot and moist her open lips were. She moved her fingers out and caressed her labia, pinching and fondling. Then slipped back in. It was clinging to her fingers. She could smell her arousal overwhelming her car and rolled the windows down. She inserted two fingers back in as far as they would go plunging in and out. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, her ass writhing in the seat as she finger fucked the squishy folds of her vagina.
She knew she was close as she pulled in front of the house. A gasp escaped her lips. "Oh Jesus, she moaned under her breath. Her legs opened a little wider, and she shoved a third finger in, leaving her thumb on her screaming clit. The car was filled with the sloppy sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her soaking sex. Some of her juices started to leak out and roll down her taint, puddle on her tiny brown hole and onto her jeans, soaking them.
Andi's head spun out of control as she gasped and began to cum. Spasming on her hand, digging down into the driver's seat as far as she could, and biting her tongue not to scream out loud and wake up the neighborhood.
She kept fucking herself until the gigantic orgasm stopped, threw her head back against the seat, and slowly rubbed her overly sensitive clit back down to earth.
She took her hand out of her jeans, put the three fingers in her mouth, sucked them clean, buttoned up, pulled herself together, looked down at the pic of Johnny's dick, and said, "That one was for you," and climbed out of the car leaving the windows down just in case. She wrapped her sweatshirt around her waist to hide her wet jeans and went into the house.
Chapter 2
Being back in Cape Bonita, living in our compound of two houses, I would sleep most nights in my dad's and my house. Margie was nice enough to give me my own bedroom in their house to make me feel at home, and sometimes during the day, I'd hang in it or study. Of course, I'd spend a lot of the day over at the girls' house eating meals, gaming with Jess and sometimes Andi, and enjoying either Netflix or TV together on their 60" flat screen, but most nights, I was at my house with my dog Brownie. He had become very attached to the girls while I was at school, but I'm happy to say he was still my dog.
I still had the tents set up in the living room, and Brownie and I would frequently sleep in one. I found it comforting, and it somehow made me feel less lonely. It was cozy being in the tent, and it reminded me of the good times of my childhood and life with my late father. I missed him terribly and wished he was alive to see what I was doing today at school. I think he would have been proud of me, especially my grades and other accomplishments. I'm sure he would have liked most of my friends, and I'm certain he would have been delighted in what wonderful young women Andi and Jess had become.
I was laying on my bed in the girls' house in my boxers, reading "The Catcher In The Rye" for Modern English Lit 102, American Writers of the Twentieth Century. Despite its short length, I struggled to get through it because I found it so boring. I didn't care about its main character Holden Caulfield, his teenage angst, his alienation, and narcissism, but I had to reread it - it was also required in high school - and write a paper comparing it to "Lord of the Flies."
Now that was a book I enjoyed. So riveting in its exploration of human nature. I have always been fascinated by human nature and have studied it my entire life because of my dad's business interests.
For example, mirroring and mimicking. When you are talking with another person -- it doesn't matter where or when. It could be on the street, in a house, at school, or in a meeting across a table - someone is always in the lead of the conversation.
Do you play chess? One of the keys is "who has the tempo?" In other words, whose moves are leading the game and forcing the other to respond. A conversation is the same way; the person responding mirrors and mimics the person with the tempo in body language, facial expressions, and arm movements. You mirror and mimic. Watch the next few times you talk to somebody, and you'll notice it.
