Ginny

I’m about to change my mind after meeting Cece but just then I hear dad’s old station wagon come to a grinding, bad breaks halt and the distinctive sound of Abe and Davey yeehawing each other.

I want to say they do me proud but the two lugs fall out of the car wearing their best jeans, white shirts and scuffed boots and practically charge in searching for the food.

“Hey, Ginny. Mama’s just about soiling her drawers right now. I hope you’re ready for it.” Davey throws at me before the crowd parts.

I feel like a witness seeing two explorers discovering the Holy Grail. Abe’s eyes go round and watery and he approaches with a reverence that sends Gray into fits of laughter.

“I’d go help them but I am not missing Lizzie,” Blay mutters out the corner of his mouth, making me giggle.

Cece looks pale, harassed and ready to pass out and that’s even before papa walks in wearing his good shorts with suspenders and his trademark black socks and boots.

Gray is almost purple at this point and I’m biting into my lips so hard I can taste blood.

“Ginny, darling, I hope this place has good ventilation. Your mama fed those fools Beans and beef this morning,” Papa mutters, kissing me before shaking hands with the guys.

Introductions are made, I think papa and Ed hit it off right from the get go when they learn that they’re both fishing nuts and then it’s Satan’s turn as she breezes into the house, wearing her ‘posh’ face.

“Oh Ginny darling, you didn’t tell me Blay’s parents were royalty.” She titters, her voice taking on her church accent, the one she uses with Mrs. Bover whenever she’s trying to stick it to her.

She hugs me close, shoves her face into my hair and hisses.

“I know what you’ve done, Euphegania, and I am not impressed. Be prepared for church socials and the knitting circle.”

Not the knitting circle. I have a scar left behind from a rogue needle that I swear was possessed. That or I’m just really uncoordinated. So possessed it is.

Mama gives me another maniacal glance. Red eye. Do not look into it!

Oh boy. I’d be afraid if her lips weren’t practically cracking with that smile. As it is when she pulls back she’s doing her best to seem calm and serene while that one eye goes devil red.

“Blay, what are you wearing boy? It’s simply delightful.” She trills, giving the queen of England a run for her money on the accent.

I just manage not to groan and drop my face into my hands but Char saves me from that evil eye when she turns my way again and rushes forward, a gleam in her eye.

“You must be Lizzie! Oh my dear you simply have to meet Cece since we’re all going to be so close.”

Mama preens and simpers a little, ignoring papa’s eye roll and seems intent on playing this role until good Old C takes one look at her and sniffs.

“Well hello. Aren’t you all just…so interesting,” Mrs. George coos, flicking another glance at papa.

That tone, the look down her nose. The glacial eyes. The way she seems to sneer at mama’s one and only true love. Just like that my mama comes a knocking. And holy crackers is it a sight to behold. That eye goes redder, mean red and her nose gets that pointy scrunch that warns of either a bad smell or the Irish hair about to burst into flames.

Blay makes another throaty sputter and turns his head, his eyes watering suspiciously.

“You looking at my husband in a specific way or you thinking of something special. I’ll warn you, he’s got too much stamina for a little thing like you honey and he likes his women feisty. Eyes up! Come on, Ian, let’s go see what passes for food with these people. Be prepared though, honey, from the looks of things they don’t eat and apparently neither will we. Don’t worry, I have a nice rib roast in the fridge that I cooked just in case.”

Char laughs and grabs mama’s arm while wheedling her recipe out of her and papa follows Ed, talking a mile a minute about his job and the pros of commercial fishing.

Heathen. We still do not see eye to eye about that topic. I notice he hasn’t so much as glanced at Mrs. George but then again why would he. For such a prude I have heard what my parents get up to at night and I can safely say from those therapy inducing moans, my papa is waaaay into the red headed devil.

“Blain, this is outrageous. Who in the hell are these people!”

Oooh, lady, you do not wanna open that can of worms. My family’s Irish and my mama invented the word pain.

“That was Lizzie and Ian. Tink’s parents. You don’t like them? Get over it and mingle or I leave. You be nice to Tink’s family and friends or you can kiss your invite to the wedding goodbye,” he warns, squeezing my hand.

“Er-”

I can’t say a word then and spend the next hour listening to Gray and Blay scream with laughter when Abe and Davey start hitting on the high society misses.

Those two have a lot to learn if they think cranking their crotches at women will get them anywhere but I don’t even bother to stop them because man is it funny.

Abe has a blonde cornered near the buffet and I can hear him trying to coax her to eat before she gets ill. Or ‘eeler’ as he keeps saying. I seriously want to laugh and aaaw all over him because as terrible as they can be, my brothers are good people. They probably think those girls are being starved and neglected, not understanding they do it to specifically look that way.

“I don’t eat carbs you ass!”

Ing is shaking with silent laughter as that screech rips through the room and the place goes silent only for us to hear.

“What kind of foolishness is that, Glissy? Your Body needs carbs. It’s a food group. Come on now, it’s not even that big. Just take a taste, Glissy, and you’ll see.”

Blay snorts and I hear Gray mutter. “I bet he says that to all the girls before he whips out a freaking anaconda. Those feet…Jesus, I bet your mother wears a Hazmat suit to wash those underpants.”

Gliss’s sigh can be hear through the room, it’s that loud, and then she takes a bite of what looks like a potato, I think, and moans so loud it sounds dirty. Sex dirty.

And that people is what happens when my naughty little brothers are let loose on a room full of civilized people. Minutes later I see other rail thin women perusing the buffet-which are only snacks by the way-and then it’s an explosion of rediscovery and unending love.

Davey is in heaven as he hand feeds some brunette that looks about twenty five, her dreamy eyes looking up at him with the heat of a lava flow.

Thank God he’s eighteen. And thank God Char has mama occupied directing the caterers around the room. If there’s one thing my mama knows how to do it’s fill a table with food.

“Not that. What is that? Are those carrots? Raw carrots?” she sneers. “There are men here, girlie. Men do not eat rabbit food. Honestly, Char, if this is all we can look forward to I’ll have to invite half the guest list to my house for a late supper.”

“God I love your mama,” Blay breathes into my ear, pulling my back into his chest as some men saunter up to the table now that it contains more than just raw vegetables.

I snort at that statement and lean into him, holding onto the arm he has thrown over my waist.

“You’re just faint from hunger Blay. It’ll pass. I promise.”

“I am hungry. So very hungry.” He purrs, making my skin tingle.

My breath hitches at his husky purr and the hot breath that filters over the skin at my neck and I shiver in his arms, wanting him so much it aches in my belly.

I know what my clit is for too, never mind the state of my hymen and the thing starts beating like a drum when he pushes closer and lets me feel his erection.

I am no prude. I may be crazy whack about my body but I understand desire and lust and the need to get off. Hell I read romances and fiddle with my parts even though mama would tell me my hand will fall off if I do.

I want sex. I want the pounding build up and the explosion that my friends gab about. I know how to come, I just never have been able to do it in a way that fits with the descriptions I hear.

I want Blay. His mouth kissing me. On my breasts. Sucking my nipples and filling my ache with his cock. And I want it so badly that when he starts leading me out of the room when I don’t protest I’m not bothered about the inappropriateness or that I’ve only known him for a handful of days.

We make it upstairs without incident. Mostly because I heard mama and Char head to the kitchen to make some real food before people start dropping like flies as the booze starts flowing.

Once there he leads me to a room that looks like a guestroom but must have been his at one time because it still has one high school poster pinned to a board on the wall.

Blay pulls me in, closes and locks the door and flicks on a light, his stare as he pushes me back into the door drilling into me.

“I want you, Tink.”

Growled against my lips, I can taste him already and all it takes for him to seal our lips is a nod. And oh goodness can the man kiss. He takes my mouth slowly, licking into me with soft strokes that coax my tongue forth. Then hard when he can’t seem to get close enough, his hands pulling me into his heat, moulding my breasts and hips to his chest and groin.

He’s so hard I can feel how big he is through all our clothes but it doesn’t frighten me a bit though I know it should. No, I trust Blay and once I realize that I’m kissing him back ravenously, shoving my tongue deeper into his mouth because I need to taste him and feel him.

We both moan when he grasps my ass and lifts me, pinning me to the door as his cock hits between my legs right where I need him. We kiss forever and he keeps grinding into me, groaning when I can’t hold still another minute and grind back, rubbing my clit into the length nestling between my folds.

“Need more, Tink. Let me?” he pleads turning to carry me to the bed where he lowers me and comes down beside me, pushing my hair back to see my face.

“Blay.”

I’m shaking now. With arousal and nerves when he reaches down to flick my skirt up, exposing my tiny pink panties to the air and his gaze. I’m soaked and embarrassed that he can see the wet spot on my crotch but the man is no fumbling boy and before I can say a thing he’s got his mouth over me, the heat of his tongue scorching me through the fabric.

This is shocking. Dirty. So exciting that I arch up before I can think and push myself into his mouth. Blay doesn’t hesitate and starts tonging me hard, his tongue rubbing right into my swollen clit.

“Oh. Goodness,” I gasp, clinging to the sheets with a white knuckled grip as ecstasy rolls through me, radiating from that point into my sex and all the way to my nipples.

“God you smell great, Tink. I want to feel you naked under my mouth, all that smooth skin against my lips. I want to lick your honey up and suck on your folds.”

His rasp is hard and breathless, seductive, but hearing the words has me tensing instantly. What the heck am I doing? The light is on and it’s so bright I feel like it’s blaring down at me. He’ll see everything, all of it if he so much as moves a finger.

“Blay, I-”

He’s not listening and I stop talking to jerk away when he grips onto my underwear and pulls, ripping it neatly down the centre with no effort at all. Cool air hits my centre, my very wet centre and I panic.

“Don’t-”

“Holy shit you’re so pink here babe,” he groans, closing his mouth over me with a groan.

Feels so good. Good. Good. I don’t even have the will to care that he just saw old Flapper and still seems to want me. Blay simply doesn’t give two figs and now neither do I. Not when he’s sucking at my folds, inside and out as if he just found his favorite treat.

He licks, sucks and even nibbles at me, all the while moaning his pleasure. It feels nothing like when I touch myself and I almost scream when he sucks my clit in and presses his tongue to my magic spot, rubbing hard.

I writhe, moan, grab onto his hair and grind into the heat with everything I have as pressure builds steadily and so hard that I can’t hold anything back. When I climax I do it with a scream that echoes around us, my hands so tight in his hair I have to uncurl them with effort.

Pulsing waves go on and on until with a final throb I fall back to the bed and pant in wonder.

“Holy shit.”

Blay looks up at me with a smirk and licks his lips, turning me on despite the orgasm that just wrecked me. I can’t think straight but what I can put together is that I love oral sex and I will be doing that more often. A lot. And he’d better be into it too or I will not be happy.

“That was beautiful Tink.” He murmurs, pushing up over me.

I don’t even mind the soft kiss he gives me because let’s face it, if I can grind his mouth into my crotch I have no business minding tasting it myself.

“I’ve never done that before.”

He smiles softly and kisses me again.

“I know.”

“I really liked it.”

“I know that too.” He says smugly, looking down at my spread sex with a sigh. “That’s why we won’t go further tonight. But soon Tink. It has to be soon or my nuts will bleed.”

I giggle, a little disappointed but relieved that he’s not pushing for more. Soo. I know it has to be soon because I don’t think I can handle not having more of him now that I’ve had that pleasure.

“Let’s sleep on it tonight and then revisit in the morning.”

Where I get the courage to invite myself into his bed for the night is beyond me but his elated expression is all I need to start breathing again.