(Special thanks to
'larryinseattle'
for his continued editing skills and to my personal
'Irish lass'
for her help developing this story.)
When Jerry woke the following morning, he lay in his bed with his eyes closed. Images of Brittany laying in her bed, completely nude, teasing her nipples and pussy were replaying in his head over and over again.
His fingers instinctively wrapped around his cock and began to slide up and down its length. The thought of her sandy-blonde hair, her piercing deep-blue eyes, her massive breasts, and her moist pussy made his cock grow in his hand. He could still smell the musky aroma of her excitement mixed with the delicate fragrance of roses and hear the squishy, wet sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.
Then, suddenly, an image of his father's face filled his mind's eye and he remembered that when they'd first met, Brittany had been his father's girlfriend and lover. The thought was like a bucket of ice water being poured over him and his cock shriveled in his hand.
"Shit," he muttered as he dragged himself out of bed and, after taking a shower, went downstairs. He found Brit sitting at the kitchen table, staring down at a cup of coffee between her hands.
"Coffee? I thought only my dad drank that stuff."
"I didn't sleep real well again last night," she mumbled.
"Ahhh," he replied, not even considering telling her what he'd seen her doing.
After a quick breakfast, they worked on researching and rewriting the sections of their upcoming book that their family members had pointed out needed changes. Sullen, she barely said a word and as night drew closer, she became even more withdrawn. When the two of them went to bed, they were acting more like strangers than friends.
That night nothing happened, nor the next, or even the next. New Year's Eve came and the two of them spent it together laughing and joking as they had in the past. At midnight they gave each other a hug and small kiss before going to their individual rooms.
"A new year. A new start,"
he thought to himself as he undressed and slipped under his covers. For weeks he'd been fighting the urge to search the tunnels beneath the house but tonight the thought overwhelmed him as he drifted off to sleep.
When he opened his eyes, the sun was shining and a gentle warm breeze was rustling the curtains through the open windows.
"What the fuck?"
he thought as he looked around the room. He realized he must be dreaming again but everything seemed so real.
It was his mom and dad's bedroom but then again it wasn't. All of their stuff was gone, replaced by antiques and old paintings. And when he sat at the side of the bed, his head ached as if he had a hangover.
"Morning, sweetheart," a soft, gentle voice said from behind him.
His head spun around so fast he thought it was going to keep going twist right off his neck, only to come to a sudden stop when he saw his reflection. The face staring back at him was his but much older. "What the ...?" he began to ask.
"Now, now, dear. I know you've been gone for awhile but you know how I feel about such language."
His eyes quickly shifted to look at the reflection of the bed he'd just left.
A more mature version of Brittany was laying in the bed. Her hair was longer, with just a touch of gray, and there were small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
"Sorry. I ..."
"I understand. After the hit you took on your head last night I'm surprised you're even able to get up."
Gently, he reached up and found a large lump on the back of his head.
"It's lucky Nathan was there to help you get away. The law almost had you this time."
"Nathan? The law?" he mumbled.
"And here I was waiting to give you a nice 'seaman's welcome' when you got home," she continued as if she hadn't heard the questions.
"A seaman's welcome?" he asked, this time hoping he knew what she was talking about from the sultry tone of her voice.
She slid, seductively, from beneath the covers. She was wearing a deep red corset with black lace edging and ties up the front with a pair of matching set of pantalets. "But then again, maybe you don't want anything to do with an old lady like me," she said with an impish twinkle in her deep-water blue eyes. "With your choice of all those exotic women you've seen when you were off on your voyages, what have I got to offer?" she finished, placing her hands on her hips.
He moved next to her, placing a finger under her chin and lifted her head so she was looking up into his eyes. "I think you have far more to offer than you think," he said as his eyes drifted lower to the sight of her breasts straining to be released.
