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

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

... with the condoms in just another month. We found a small family restaurant where we enjoyed a light lunch before driving to Cinda’s school. She withdrew, asking for a copy of her transcript for use once we were in Indiana. We met Monroe at the close of school before he went to football practice. “We came to ask if you would be best man at our wedding. It’ll be Wednesday morning at the church.” “I don’t know; I’ll have to check my social calendar.” We all laughed until Monroe became serious. “I’d be honored, Ty. No school.” Cinda commented, “We saw Rev. Robbins this morning. I’m going to ask Juanita. She’ll have to miss school like I’m doing today, but I’m sure she will.” Monroe grinned. “Good choice; she’s really hot. I think she’ll have a lot of company. You know how many kids like you and Ty both.” I laughed, but Cinda groaned. She knew her brother too well. We piled into the rental and drove to Cinda’s home. Monroe Came in about two hours later then showered and changed. Momma was already ready. I phoned Grandma and she insisted we all come to her house for a brief visit. That’s what we did. If I anticipated any difficulty between Grandma and Mamma or Monroe I would have been disappointed. Apparently, Grandpa was the only bigot in our family. Grandma ...

... served wine to Momma and iced tea to Monroe while Cinda and I showered and changed. We left a bit before six, driving back to Morgan City to Morgan’s, a restaurant that Grandma had suggested. Being a Monday she doubted we’d need a reservation, even for five. It was a good choice with a variety of meat and traditional seafood and Creole dishes. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. I drove home, dropping Momma and Monroe before returning to Grandma’s. I flopped on the couch, sated from my huge dinner. Grandma actually laughed when Cinda sat in my lap. “You may be full, Ty, but I think Cinda is still hungry.” “I am, Grandma, but not for food.” I doubted I could have been redder after Cinda’s remark. “That’s the problem with being white, Ty. You show every emotion on your face.” Then to make me feel better she kissed me long and hard right in front of my grandmother. I was really red when Cinda broke it. “Uh…let’s watch TV,” I said, hoping to shift attention from my embarrassment. It didn’t work—not at all. Cinda kissed me again and Grandma tousled my hair as she excused herself to bed. Looking up at Cinda I whispered, “It’s a good thing I love you. You are going to get me into so much trouble.” I pulled her back for another kiss as she told me she agreed completely.