She just couldn’t help it. They had been thrown together in rooms right next door to each other. He was just a year younger. They liked the same things. He was in a band. She was a singer. He was a virgin. She was a bombshell. It was inevitable. She liked to initiate virgins. It was like a hobby with her.
Chaz was on a nine month West Pac cruise. He married her quickly one impulsive weekend because he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her while he was gone. And he was right. She was in her flying stage and her feet rarely touched the ground. Anytime she saw an interesting mate, she would bed them without hesitation. Tinker was no exception, he just took a few extra measures of her wiles to get the deed done.
They spent hours together in Tinker’s room listening to Frank Zappa records. They learned all the lyrics and snag them together, “She’s only thirteen and she knows how to nasty…” Then they would burst into a bluesy rendition of “Louie Louie” or “Wild Thing.” She sat in on his band rehearsals and sang a couple of numbers, but they never asked her to be part of the band. She didn’t care. She was playing a long game. She could wait it out.
One night after attending a particularly fun concert at the college, they ended up on the couch together making out. Everyone else in the house was asleep. She let out a moan. She was really horny. She hadn’t fucked anyone for six months, and she couldn’t wait anymore. She didn’t take her marriage vows seriously. She wanted this young boy inside of her.
He couldn’t resist her anymore. She had a way of kissing him that drove him wild. Her lips were just so inviting. But he held out as long as he could. He was her brother-in-law. Chaz had enlisted him to guard her and protect her while he was gone.
Tinker had a conscience. He felt guilty, but his prick would not hear his lamentations. It stayed so hard that it began curving to the left in a painful erection that gave him a headache and required frequent episodes of masturbation to relieve the pressure.
That night was the beginning of a passionate love affair that lasted even after Chaz got home. “Shhh… Be quiet!” he whispered emphatically as he entered her. “My dad is a light sleeper.”
She gasped in delight. Finally! She had bagged him! But she wasn’t worried about her father-in-law. He had been eyeing her himself. If need be, she would take care of him too.
Tinker was remorseful, but that didn’t stop them from having each other at every opportunity. She just couldn’t get enough of that slender hard curve. “What’s bothering you?” Kristie asked him one evening while they were hanging out on the swings at the park.
“I’m just sorry I robbed my brother of all that passion,” he confessed guiltily. Kristie stroked his hair and kissed him tenderly. There was plenty of passion to go around as far as she was concerned. “Please promise me that we will never, ever tell him about us,” he begged.
“Of course not,” she promised. And she never breathed a word, not even when she found out that Chaz had been cheating on her too.
(First published 6/28/12)
