What Lies Beneath - Sex Stories

What Lies Beneath

... &#034Just in time!&#034 she smiled, handing him a cup of coffee. &#034Everything is done. Eggs?&#034 &#034Okay.&#034 he said. &#034I guess this means you're okay with everything that happened last night?&#034 &#034Marcus, I feel so free today!&#034 she bubbled. &#034Whew! Like a hundred years of carrying a thousand pound backpack is gone! Thanks, big b*****r!&#034 &#034Glad I could help.&#034 he chuckled. &#034I've got another piece of good news.&#034 &#034Really? What is it?&#034 she asked, bringing him a plate heaping with eggs and bacon. He slurped his coffee and smiled at her. &#034This is really good coffee.&#034 he said, taking another sip. &#034To hell with the coffee. What's the good news? Did you figure out how to get some protection?&#034 She bit her lip, a hopeful expression on her face. &#034Not really, but I expect that won't be a problem much longer.&#034 he said. &#034No, the good news is that you don't have to hide any of your new skills from Mom anymore.&#034 She paled. &#034You told her about us?&#034 &#034No, she doesn't know about us yet. You remember that I told you Mom is a slut too?&#034 &#034Yeah...&#034 she said, hesitantly. &#034You didn't... uh, with Mom, did you?&#034 &#034Last night, we had a good long talk, and she sucked me off this morning, but no, we haven't really... done anything else. Except I made her hold my cock while I pissed this morning. And I told her to come, and she did. She hasn't been able to come since Dad died, because she ...

... needs to be told to do it, and nobody could.&#034 &#034Oh my God.&#034 Miranda whispered. &#034She held your cock while you pissed?&#034 Marcus saw the look of rapture on her face as she said that, and put two and two together. &#034Miranda, last night, you told me that you peeked at me while I was taking a leak once.&#034 he said, finishing his food and pushing the plate away. &#034Tell me about it.&#034 &#034Oh god, this is so embarrassing!&#034 she said, sitting down across from him. &#034Okay. It was a couple of years ago, when we went camping?&#034 &#034I remember that.&#034 he said, smiling. &#034We should do that again sometime.&#034 &#034Yeah, we should.&#034 Miranda smiled. &#034We'd have to share the tent again, though.&#034 &#034More fun than last time.&#034 he laughed. &#034Tell me about seeing me take a piss.&#034 &#034I saw you go out of camp, and I knew what you were going to do, so I followed you.&#034 she said, sheepishly. &#034You were spying on me?&#034 he said. She nodded, blushing. &#034Did you like what you saw?&#034 he asked her. She nodded again, looking up at him shyly. &#034It made me feel naughty.&#034 she whispered. &#034Did you do anything about the naughty feeling, Miranda? Did you go into our tent and touch yourself, thinking about what you saw?&#034 &#034No.&#034 she said, swallowing hard. &#034In retrospect, knowing what a slut I am today compared to last week, I probably should have. Instead, I spent all my time denying what I felt and focused on ...