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This is something completely different from my previous offerings. It’s simply a story about young love that’s survived nearly a century. I hope you like it. If so, great. If not, that’s okay too.
There’s no cheating spouses, scheming or plotting. No one in this story is shot, beaten, jailed, blown up, nuked, fed to meat-eating fish or sent to an alternate reality… As always, constructive comments are welcome and appreciated. And please remember this is a work of fiction…
September 1, 2092
The house was full as nearly five generations of Webers gathered to celebrate the 90th wedding anniversary and the 109th birthday of the two people now seen as the head of the family. Chris Weber and his wife, Chloe, maneuvered their electric wheelchairs into the front room where everyone waited patiently.
They sang happy birthday to the couple and showered them with gifts, hugs and kisses. After the obligatory birthday cake and ice cream, they sat in front of the elderly couple, who were now holding hands and wiping tears from their eyes.
“Tell us, grandpa, what’s your secret to a long life?” asked one of the young boys sitting in front of them. Chris thought for a moment before answering.
“Well, son,” he said, “first, find a damn good woman, eat right, exercise, drink a glass of wine every night, enjoy a cigar now and again… what else, dear?” he asked, turning to face his wife.
“Lots of hot, wild monkey sex with the one you love,” Chloe said, smiling at her husband, who smiled back. Everyone laughed at that, knowing the two didn’t mince words.
“Mother!” exclaimed Marilyn, who, at 71, was the youngest of Chris and Chloe’s three children. Chloe laughed.
“Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” she said. “How do you think you got here?” she asked, prompting laughter from everyone. “Maybe if you gave that man of yours a good roll in the hay now and then, he wouldn’t spend so much time out fishing.”
“These days, a fishing pole is about the only thing I can get up, Mom,” said George, Marilyn’s 75-year-old husband, laughing.
“Oh hell, George,” Chloe said. “they have pills for that, you know. Don’t they, dear?” she asked, looking at Chris, who smiled and nodded in agreement.
“Do you and grandpa still, you know, do it?” one of Chloe’s teenage granddaughters asked.
“Lucy, that’s not an appropriate question for your grandmother,” Marilyn chided. “Show some respect.” Chloe waved her off.
“That’s okay, dear,” she said. “It’s an honest question and it deserves an honest answer.” She looked at Lucy and smiled.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “Maybe not as much or as hard and fast as you young’uns. If it weren’t for my arthritis, I’d get out of this chair and show you a thing or two,” she added, winking. Lucy and the other girls giggled.
“Tell us again how you guys got together,” said Mike, another teenage grandchild. The other kids agreed. “Yeah, tell us,” they said.
“Okay,” Chris said. He began to tell everyone the story of their relationship.
“We were born on the same day in the same hospital,” he said. “I was born about maybe five minutes before Chloe. Her mother was in the room right next to my mother’s and they both went into labor at about the same time. Understand, our parents were very close and did practically everything together. Our fathers served in the military together and after their service they all went into business together doing some kind of contract work for the government, which meant they were often gone on one assignment or another. To this day I don’t really know what they did, but I know it was important.
“They bought two good sized pieces of property, right next to each other and they each became our godparents, promising to take care of us both if anything happened to any of the others. Chloe’s parents were my godparents and my parents were hers. Our mothers practically raised us together, even bathed us together when we were babies. Mom used to joke that the only way they could get us to settle down was to put us in the same crib.
“We literally grew up together, which meant that we spent all of our time together. We’d play with my trucks out in the back yard and then run to her place and have imaginary tea in her playhouse. We biked together, hiked the woods together, swam in the lake together, we were literally inseparable. Sure, we had disagreements like all kids do, but we always made up afterward.
“It wasn’t unusual for some of our parents to be gone on an assignment, so when that happened, we would get to have a sleepover with the parent or parents who stayed behind. We almost always ended up falling asleep on the floor watching television. Either that, or we’d end up in the same bed snuggling up to each other. Nothing bad or inappropriate ever happened, we just liked being together.
“We bahis firmaları also looked alike in some respects and were so close that a lot of people thought we were brother and sister. It got to the point that our parents actually got DNA tests to prove there was no relation.
“But we thought it was kinda cute, so we started calling each other ‘brother’ and ‘sister.’ It sure made people look at us a bit funny sometimes when we’d be walking around holding hands. We still call each other that from time to time, don’t we?” Chris asked, looking at his wife, who nodded her head in agreement.
“We always spent our birthdays and holidays together and we would take our allowance money and buy each other a silly little something for Christmas. One year, I think we were just nine years old at the time, I found this long t-shirt sleepwear thing that had a goofy-looking rabbit on it with big floppy ears. It said ‘Snugglebunny’ and something about it reminded me of Chloe. So I bought it for her.
“You should have seen the look on her face when she opened it. Her whole face lit up with the biggest smile. She held it up for us all to see and asked, ‘am I your Snugglebunny?’ Of course, I said yes. She came over and gave me the biggest hug and kissed me right on the lips. It was my first kiss. ‘I love you,’ she said. Of course, I told her I loved her too, which was the truth.
“I opened the present she got me, and it was a pair of pajamas with teddy bears all over them. All the bears had ‘CuddleBear’ printed under them, so I held them up and asked if I was her cuddle bear. She smiled and said ‘yes,’ so I gave her a hug and a kiss in return. We spent the rest of that Christmas snuggled up under a blanket together in our new pajamas, watching old movies on television. I’ll never forget that.
“We grew up and matured, and so did our love for each other. Fortunately, our parents were smart enough to see that, so they gave us all the lectures about love and sex. Remember, things were quite different in those days. It’s not like now, where sex and nudity is all over the television. We promised that we would wait until after we were 18 before having sex, and we would only do it with someone we really and truly loved. Our parents suggested we date other people for a while to make sure our feelings for each other were real.
“Personally, I hated it. We dated a few other people, but it just felt wrong, at least to me. We never did anything, but it still ate at us.”
Chris paused for a bit to collect his thoughts. As he did so, Chloe began telling them her side of their story. He listened to her for a moment but soon, his mind wandered back to the day they first made love.
September 1, 2001
It was late that Friday when Chris walked into his house. The day before, he, his parents, Chloe and her parents celebrated their upcoming 18th birthday with a nice dinner at the local Olive Garden. The next day, their parents would leave to go back east for one of their assignments and would be gone for at least a week. So they decided that Chloe would stay at the Weber’s house that week.
As he walked in, he saw Chloe sitting on the couch, still wearing the short black dress she put on for her date with Mike. She had taken her shoes and her pantyhose off and her bare feet were curled under her. She looked up as he walked in and he saw the sadness in her eyes, which matched the sadness in his heart. He could tell she wanted to talk.
“Hi, Chris,” she said.
“Hey, Chloe. I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Okay,” she said quietly. Chris went upstairs, changed out of his jeans and put on a pair of running shorts and an old worn t-shirt before heading back down. He sat down next to her and she leaned in, putting her head on his shoulders.
“Did you have a nice date?” Chris asked. Chloe shrugged.
“Not really,” she said. “Mike broke it off with me.”
“How come?” Chris asked.
“He’s been after me for a long time to have sex with him, but I told him I couldn’t,” she said. “So he got pissed off and drove me back. How about you? Did you have a nice date?” Chris shrugged.
“So-so,” he said. “It was okay, we had a nice dinner, but I guess she thought I kept comparing her to you. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. She’s a nice girl and all, but she’s just not my type. I can’t talk with her the way I can with you.”
“I know what you mean,” she said. “All Mike ever wants to talk about is football or sex. Personally, I’m really tired of dating other people. It just doesn’t feel right, know what I mean?” Chris nodded his head.
“Yeah, I do. I hate being away from you and I just feel lousy,” he said. “Almost like I’m cheating on you.”
“I feel the same way,” she said. Suddenly, she got up and sat in Chris’ lap, her legs straddling his. He thought he caught a glimpse kaçak iddaa of her bare ass, but he wasn’t certain. He could tell she had taken her bra off. Facing him, Chloe held out her hands with her little fingers extended. He knew what that meant, so he wrapped his little fingers around hers.
“Truth time,” she said. It was one of the little games they made up where they would tell each other their deepest secrets, holding nothing back. She looked into his face and he could see tears starting to form in her eyes.
“Am I still your Snugglebunny?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said. “You’ll always be my Snugglebunny.” She smiled for the first time that evening. “Am I still your Cuddle Bear?” She nodded her head.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “You’ll always be my Cuddle Bear. Are you still a virgin?” Chris nodded his head in the affirmative.
“Yes,” he said. “How about you?”
“Yes, I am, but I have fooled around a bit. Nothing more than kissing, really, but a few guys have tried to feel me up,” she said. He couldn’t criticize her for that since he had also fooled around with other girls the same way. “Do you still love me?” she asked.
“Of course,” Chris said. “I’ve always loved you and I always will. What about you? Do you love me?” Again, tears started to form in her eyes.
“Yes, I love you. More than ever. And I’ve missed you so much,” she said. “So many times I wish it was you I was dating and not those other creeps.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” Chris said. “More than you know.”
“Let’s not date anyone else,” she said. Chris agreed. The clock in the hallway chimed, letting them know the midnight hour had come and it was now officially Saturday, their birthday. Chloe smiled.
“Do you remember what we promised?” she asked. Chris remembered. “You know that if we do this, we can’t ever undo it, right?”
“I know. Do you want to do it?” Chloe nodded her head.
“Very much,” she said. “But you have to promise me something. Double-pinky promise.” That was serious and Chris understood how much this meant to her.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“If we do this, it’s just you and me forever. No one else. Ever,” she said. Chris smiled.
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he said. Chloe bent down and kissed Chris. He felt a jolt go through his body as her lips touched his and her tongue went into his mouth. They kissed passionately on the couch and Chris could feel his cock start to respond. Chloe sat back up, her eyes wide.
“Wow,” she said. “Did you feel that?”
“Yes, I did,” he said. Chloe reached up and began to unbutton her dress, revealing her upper body to him.
“What are you doing?” Chris asked. Chloe smiled and opened her dress to reveal her naked breasts to him. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Do you like them?” she asked. Chris nodded. He loved the way her soft breasts felt and he massaged them gently. “They’re all yours,” she told him. “Go ahead, kiss them. Suck them.” Chris took one breast in his mouth and gently kissed and sucked on the nipple, causing her to moan.
“Yes, that’s it,” she said softly. “Suck on your sister’s tits. Make them yours.” Chris complied, kissing one then the other. Chloe reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the couch. She bent down, giving him another scorching kiss and began kissing his chest, all the while rocking back and forth in his lap, making him even harder. Suddenly, she stopped and sat up in his lap.
“Take me to bed,” she said. “Make me your woman.”
“Why not do it right here?” Chris asked.
“I want our first time to be special,” she said. “I want to be naked with you in your bed when we do it.”
“I don’t have any protection,” he said.
“Don’t worry,” she told him. “Mom put me on birth control a few weeks back.”
“She knows?” Chris asked.
“Of course, silly,” she said. “So does your mom. They even gave me some tips.”
Chris gently got up, picking Chloe up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.
“Ooh, you’re strong,” she said. Chris chuckled and headed for the stairs. “Think you can carry me up the stairs?”
“Watch me, lover,” he said. He got her up the stairs and carried her into his room before setting her back down. Chloe stood in front of him and let her dress fall to the floor. Chris gazed in wonder at the girl he grew up with.
“Oh my God,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” Chloe noticed that he couldn’t take his eyes off her freshly-shaved mound.
“Do you like it?” she asked. “I shaved it special for you.”
“I love it,” he said.
“Good, then I’ll keep it shaved,” she said. “Now, let’s get these pants off of you.” She knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts and boxers off at the same time. Chris’s penis was now fully erect, and Chloe gently took it kaçak bahis in her hands. “This looks delicious,” she said.
She ran her tongue along the length of his cock, causing him to gasp. Then she slowly took what she could into her mouth. Chris felt his knees go weak as his cock entered her warm, wet mouth. He winced a bit when her teeth raked him, but didn’t say much. Chloe sucked on it for a couple minutes before taking it out of her mouth. She looked at him with a huge smile.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I just had a really naughty thought,” she said.
“I just sucked my brother’s cock,” she said, standing up. “And I loved it. I promise I’ll get better. I guess it just takes practice. But I plan on practicing with you a lot from now on.” They kissed deeply again before Chloe broke the kiss. She laid back on his bed, her legs spread wide. Using her fingers, she spread her lower lips so he could see all of her. She looked up at Chris with lust in her eyes.
“You wanna suck on sister’s pussy?” she asked with a wicked grin. Chris knelt before her and took one of her feet in his hands. He began kissing her feet, spending a few seconds on each of her painted toes. He always thought she had beautiful feet.
“You’re kinky,” she said. “I like that. Do my feet turn you on?” Chris nodded, kissing his way up her legs to the wet pussy between them. “Do it,” she moaned. “Kiss my pussy.” Chris complied, working his tongue over her lower lips and finally finding that magical spot that sent her into orbit.
“Oh, baby, yes,” she cried. “That feels so good.” She grabbed Chris and practically pulled him onto the bed with her. Once he had laid down, she got on top of him, rubbing her wet pussy against his hard cock. She reached down with both hands and slowly guided him into her.
“Take it slow,” she said.
“Okay,” Chris said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He felt his cock enter her pussy and thought he was going to cum right then. She slowly worked herself down on him until he felt a bit of resistance. She stopped for a moment before going any further. She yelped as she pushed herself down further and he knew that her hymen had been broken. She stopped for a minute before continuing. Soon, the pain had turned into pleasure and they were bucking hard against each other.
“Oh, this feels so good,” she said. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Don’t ever stop fucking me.” Chris held her ass as they bucked against each other. Soon, he felt an orgasm coming.
“I’m getting ready to cum,” he said.
“Do it,” she moaned. “Cum inside me. Give it all to me. I want your cum, baby.” She put her mouth next to his ear. “Cum inside sister’s pussy, baby. Make it yours.” Chris couldn’t hold back and exploded inside her. Chloe exploded in orgasm at the same time and wrapped her arms around Chris.
“Oh yes,” she cried. “I’m cumming with you, baby.”
Chloe laid on top of Chris as they recovered from their first orgasm. Chris felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. He held her to him as tight as he could.
A few minutes later, Chloe looked at Chris and kissed him gently on the lips. He returned the kiss and stared deep into her eyes.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you more,” he answered.
“Nope,” she said, smiling. “You. Happy birthday, baby. I hope you liked your present.”
“Happy birthday to you. I loved it. It was the best present I’ve ever gotten. I hope you liked your present,” he said. She smiled.
“Oh yes,” she said. “But we’re not finished yet. Make love to me. Please don’t ever stop.” There was no way Chris could turn down that offer, so he obliged. Several times.
A few days later, the world changed when a group of terrorists attacked the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Their parents were now gone far more often than they were home, but managed to get back in time for Christmas.
That Christmas, he proposed to Chloe in front of their parents. He stood her in front of the tree and pulled out a small box that had been hidden in the back of the pile of presents. He got on one knee, opened the box and looked up at her.
“Will you marry me?” he asked. Her face lit up as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Oh yes, baby, I’ll marry you,” she said. “I’ll make you the happiest man alive.” They were married the next year, on their 19th birthday.
“Grandpa,” he heard someone say, snapping him out of his reverie. He looked around to see who it was that called him.
“What?” he stammered.
“Grandma’s asking you a question,” one of the kids said. He looked at Chloe.
“Yes, dear?” he asked.
“You’re daydreaming about our 18th birthday again, aren’t you?” she asked. He smiled and looked at her sheepishly. “It’s okay, dear,” she said. “I just wanted to know one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Am I still your Snugglebunny?” she asked, smiling. He took her hand, looked at the ring he gave her nearly a century before and kissed it.
“Oh yes,” he said. “You’ll always be my Snugglebunny.”
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