Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... on her face was incredible, almost making the entire period of our absence worthwhile. I lowered my fingers to Cinda’s sex. Once moistened, they found her clit. I rubbed first then pinched. She would have screamed as her orgasm struck had I not pulled her down to cover her mouth with mine. Even then the noise she emitted sounded like a long guttural growl. She collapsed onto my chest as my cock exploded into the condom. Cinda was out of it so I moved her gently to the side while I rose to flush the condom down the bowl and wash myself with a warm wash cloth. I joined my love a minute later to wipe her clean. She snuggled into me, her head on my chest a moment later as I covered us with the comforter. I woke before Cinda, but lay still and silent until she began to stir. After blinking twice she looked down into my face. “You’re awake.” I nodded. “Can you see the clock?” “Yes…it’s 7:30; think we should get up? I nodded again and lifted her slender body, my hands firmly on her hips. Cinda giggled then dropped her feet to the floor. We were in the shower a few minutes later and were squeaky clean when we met Grandma for breakfast. “What would you like, Cinda?” “Oh, I don’t want to be a bother.” “You won’t be, darling. It’s much more fun to cook for three than just for me. Bacon?” Cinda hesitated then nodded. “French toast?” “Um…okay.” Grandma pointed me to the refrigerator for juice, eggs, and milk while she removed a big bowl from the cabinet and a whisk from one of the ...

... drawers. She had the griddle ready and the bacon on it in seconds. I poured the juice, giving a glass to Cinda and one to Grandma. Knowing her I was sure she already had finished off her first cup of coffee. I didn’t care for it, but I did offer some to Cinda who shyly turned me down. “Cinda…if you’re going to become a member of this family you’ll have to speak right up, especially around my grandson. You’ll likely starve if you don’t.” I gave Grandma a look of shock and dismay, but she just laughed. “We women have to stand up for ourselves, don’t we?” “Grandma! At least wait until we’re married before you give her that kind of advice, will you? I’ll be henpecked before I’m twenty!” Grandma laughed, but gave Cinda a knowing wink. Now Cinda laughed as all I could do was shrug my shoulders and shake my head. Cinda and I enjoyed our meal and more importantly Grandma seemed to enjoy our presence. We cleaned up the mess and I returned to the bedroom for my wallet and keys. I kissed Grandma good bye and began to walk to the door. I was just about to turn away when I saw Cinda approach Grandma. I was pleased when they hugged and Cinda kissed Grandma’s cheek. What a difference here without my asshole grandfather around. I drove us to our first stop of the day—the county courthouse. We entered the license bureau armed with my Indiana driver’s license and Cinda’s school photo ID and birth certificate. The clerk checked our ages carefully. The minimum age to marry without parental consent in ...