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Blowing My Big Brother

... daydream. He chuckled, and decided to lay off his oldest. At least for a while. At least, he thought, Freia and Van were safe. Freia had just broken up with her boyfriend, and, based on past experience, it would take her a month to get over it, and then she'd be onto the next guy. From her frequency in changing boyfriends, he was fairly sure that none of them had gotten serious. Van, on the other hand, was unpopular enough that he'd never even been kissed. A good thing, too. He remembered Freia's mother...she'd been a handful. A borderline nymphomaniac, she'd been the first date that Nord had been on since his wife had died so many years earlier, and they'd ended up back at her place before they'd even been to dinner. He wondered if Freia knew what a libido her mother had, whether she was aware and ignored it, or had just never been exposed to her wild side. She'd left just three months after the wedding. If he was being honest, Nord would have to admit that he hadn't been deeply in love with her (the marriage had been based on mutual interests, amazing sexual chemistry, and a desire to provide a family for their children) but he did love her, and of course he missed the intimate times. Freia took after his wife; the same thin, wiry frame, the face with freckles and a snub nose. Yes, in his memories, his wife could easily have been replaced with Freia. He wondered if she had the same perfect ass, before realizing what he was thinking about, and carefully averting his gaze. ...

... Nord tried very carefully to concentrate on dinner for the rest of the meal. After dinner, the children went off into their own separate rooms, supposedly to do homework. When Freia was fairly sure that everyone had gone to bed, she left her room quietly, and flitted across to Heath's. She was dressed in the nightie that she normally wore to bed, which was pink, thin and revealing. "Heath? Heath, are you awake?" She pushed open the door, and as she entered, Heath hurriedly picked up a blanket, covering himself up. Freia wondered what he was doing that had required covering up. "Freia!? What do you want? It's late!" Heath asked. Freia noticed that he was panting slightly, as if he had been running a race. "I just wanted to ask you a question." "Yes? What is it?" "It's about what Dad was talking about at dinner...I'm curious. How far have you gone with your new girlfriend?" "Freia," Heath replied, cautiously, "Did Dad send you in to pump me?" Immediately after saying the word "pump", he blushed. "No no no," Freia laughed. "I'm genuinely curious." "Well," Heath was still cautious, but decided to answer his sister's query. "Not that it's any of your business, but we've kissed, and that's it." "You mean...she hasn't taken care of your needs at all?" Freia couldn't explain her sudden sense of outrage, and truth be told, didn't really want to. If you were honored enough to be chosen by her gorgeous step-brother, she told herself, then you'd better damn well at least suck him off. ...