The following story is fiction. If you are offended by pornography, erotic literature, or intestinal relationships, please stop reading now, if not, enjoy the story, and let me know what you thought, especially if you've ever experienced anything similar.
This is part two of my story, hope it turns you on.
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Mark and I spent the rest of that day smoking weed and fucking and sucking one another. I have to say it was the best sex I'd ever had. His big fat cock not only felt wonderful but also it tasted even better. He licked as well as he fucked and I was in seventh heaven. At about 7:30 p.m. though we got a sudden and unexpected surprise.
We had both fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in one another's arms and completely naked. All of a sudden the doorbell awakened us. We both jumped up and started scrambling around for our clothes. At that point my heart was beating a mile a minute, I'm sure Mark's was too.
He went to get the door while I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I could hear voices but I wasn't sure who it was. I took a deep breath and headed to the living room. I walked in to find my sister and my niece there. They had decided to just drop in and see what we were up too.
I'm not real good at describing people but I'll give it a go here, just so you get the visual. My sister, her name is Gwen, is 35, she's about the same height as me, 5'4" and weighs just a bit more. She's very pretty and has an outgoing personality. If you met her I guarantee you'd like her, everybody does.
My niece, Wendy is her name, just turned 18. She's suddenly blossomed into a beautiful young lady and I'm very proud of her. She's a bit taller than her mother and I already and has developed a body that just doesn't quit. If she has a fault, it's that she likes to wear all these clothes girls her age are wearing these days. Low rise jeans, crop tops, etc... I'm sure you get the picture, and that's really not a fault but she drives all the young boys crazy.
So here we were saying our hellos and such and it kept racing through my mind that I pray they don't notice but I am still so stoned. I was to find out soon that it was very noticeable. I had offered them sodas and went to the kitchen to get them. Gwen came along to help me. While I was pouring them she came right out and asked me. "Were you two smoking pot? I could smell it as soon as we walked in."
I knew I wasn't going to be able to lie to her so I just told her as much of the truth that she needed to know. "Yes, we smoked some weed hon., I know that probably seems awful to you but he admitted he smokes it and you know for a fact that I used to so I just thought we'd try it." I was afraid she was about to freak out on me but she was really cool about it.
"It's no big deal to me Sis, I swear." She said, adding "I was just surprised, I knew you gave it up when you got pregnant with Mark and as far as I knew you never did it again" She totally relieved me when she added, "Brad, (that's my brother-in-law) still smoke some on rare occasions so I'm not going to condemn you, that's for sure. When she told me that I was so relieved.
We took the drinks into the living room and we all sat down to chat. We talked about our weekends, Mark and I really didn't have much to tell of course, or much we could tell I should say. Gwen and Wendy had been shopping all day so we had to hear all about what they bought and I'm sure it thrilled Mark to death but he was a good kid and at least acted like he cared.