Whispers of the Past - Sex Stories

Whispers of the Past

... Bobbie," using Robert's pet name. "I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to freshen up and crash for the night."

With that, they bid each other goodnight. Robert stayed up, his mind swirling with ideas and thoughts of what he had just seen. Looking to carefully lean into this new part of their life together, Robert slipped into bed to find Beth sound asleep. She had a slight snore sometimes when she was wiped out. The sound she made at this time sounded more like a purr.

The next day***

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

I barely heard Beth's voice. My eyes slowly opened to see a blend of sunshine and her radiant, smiling face sitting on the edge of the bed. It took me a minute to reboot everything from the night before. I knew it was Saturday morning; we were at the lake house, and Beth had just disclosed her deepest, darkest secret to me the night before. Or had she? That's what I stayed up contemplating last night. If she held on to this whopper for so long, is there something else out there? Or is that why she is waking me up? She's ready to talk. Even though I played it cool last night, I wasn't sure if I was okay with how all of this came about or what she had done.

"This is rare that I sleep later than you," I responded.

"I know, I've been making all kinds of noise trying to wake the dead."

"I assure you that I'm alive and well."

"And you're still okay with what happened last night?"

"Of course, still trying to get my head around all of it."

"Good, ...

... let's get you some coffee and have a little chat. I'm sure you have questions."

I did indeed have questions, and I was also a little surprised at how eager she was to answer them. Maybe the relief of opening up last night gave her such a dopamine rush that she wanted to keep riding this wave.

The coffee was poured, and we moved out to the deck to enjoy the cool morning air and the sun weaving through the trees. After we were seated and I had a couple of sips, I began with, "Where do you want to start?"

Beth began, "I don't want to speculate what questions you have so I will tell you the story as best as I can recall and you can ask questions after that. It was well over 30 years ago remember."

"Sure, I understand. Fire away." I gripped my seat like we were blasting off.

"Ok," Beth took a deep breath, "It began the summer I turned 18. Of course, I had known Uncle Bill my whole life, we were only intimately involved for around five years. As soon as you and I started dating, we both knew you were the real deal so we ceased that part of our relationship and went back to a platonic uncle and niece arrangement. It's probably best not to get into all of the details just like I haven't asked for a play-by-play with everyone you dated before me. Yes, I dated a few other boys while my sexual relationship with Uncle Bill was going on, but not with you."

Beth took a long pause so I jumped in with the comment, "You know I had never thought about it before last night but, ...