Bedtime Stories

Not really a sequel to Bedtime Stories 1: On the Beach. Feel free to enjoy this one on its own!

It was almost dark in the bedroom, just a faint light from the street making its way behind the blinds and splashing up against the wall. Her eyes shone in the reflected light. He reached out and ran a hand down her shoulder. Her skin felt cool.

"Mmm," she said. Her teeth flashed suddenly. "You could keep doing that."

He scooted over and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pressed up against her belly with his erection. His lips found hers, his hand ran down her body, resting on the swell of her ass.

"Mmm," she said, then sighed. "So nice."

His mouth moved down, followed the line of her jaw to her shoulder, her collar bone. His hand slid forward and touched her thigh, then found the mound where her legs came together. He pressed his hand against her, trying to squeeze between the thighs.

"In a minute," she said. She paused. "I was just thinking."

He lifted his face and kissed her again. "Me too," he said. "You know what I was thinking?"

"Mmm," she answered. "Yes, I know. You're very predictable. But I was remembering something that happened to me a while ago." She paused. "Something sexy," she whispered. She gave him a slow kiss and peeked at him. "You want to hear about it?" she asked playfully.

"Of course," he said. He hesitated. "Was this a long time ago?"

"Before I met you," she said. "It's about Danny. I told you about him."

"Sure," he said. "I mean you mentioned him."

"Right, so this happened kind of at the end of me going out with Danny." She laughed softly. "You'll see why."

There was another pause. "So..." he said tentatively.

"So, it's one of those hot summers, mid-August," she said. "A real stinker, everyone in the city just getting slowly cooked, waiting for the weather to break. And Danny comes home and says he has a surprise, he went halves with his brother and got us a cottage up at the lake for the weekend. His brother, brother's girlfriend and us. Cottage has two bedrooms, kitchen, kind of a living room. Rustic, he says, but not primitive. I tell him he's a genius, it's just what I need, to get out of this steam bath and relax."

"What's the brother's name?"

"Rudy," she says. "Rudy and Danny." She paused. "Identical twins," she added.

He laughed. "No shit," he said. "I can see where this is going."

She gave him a little slap on the shoulder. "Now don't get ahead of things," she told him.

"No ma'am," he said. "Wouldn't want to rush you when you've got a whole weekend ahead of you."

"So," she said. "We swing by on Friday afternoon to pick up Rudy and his girl, Patsy. But when we get there, he's by himself and bumming out. Patsy's dumped him and gone off that afternoon."

"Oh man."

"So Rudy's like you guys go, I'll just stay here, maybe she'll call or change her mind. And Danny tells him he needs to grow a pair, not just sit there wearing a hole in the couch, getting drunk and waiting for the phone to ring."

"Uh huh."

"Right. And Rudy's like... I'm gonna be a third wheel. You won't want me there. And Danny tells him not to be stupid, we're all family, just go on out and get in the car. And Rudy tells him not to act like a fucking big brother, he's only twenty minutes older. Et cetera. Usual brother shit. So I sit there on the arm of the sofa, waiting for them to hash this out. And then I notice that Rudy is kind of watching me."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Not creepy or anything, his eyes just keep flicking over at me when Danny's not looking."

"Huh."

"Right? I mean... I'm his twin brother's girlfriend and he's checking me out. Isn't that a bit..."

"Creepy?"

"Yeah. Maybe. Anyway I give him a look like don't keep fucking staring at me and he looks away, embarrassed."

There was a pause. "What then?" he asked.

She kissed him slowly and ran her hand down his chest. "Mmm," she said. "Well, then they tussle some more and figure it out. Rudy's gonna come along but bring his own car and bring a tent so he won't be in the cottage with us." She laughed. "Guess he doesn't want to listen to us fucking all night."

"Right."

"So there we go, out to the cottage by the lake. And it's perfect. Just rustic enough. Indoor plumbing and screens on the windows but no internet or tv. Danny and Rudy build a fire and start grilling some meat and I..." She paused, not totally dramatically, and kissed him again. Her tongue probed into his mouth and she wrapped her hand around his cock, moving slowly up and down. "You're very hard," she whispered.

"Keep telling your story," he said impatiently. His hands drifted across her body and he tweaked one of her nipples.

"Ow," she said. "You're a monster."

"Tell me," he insisted.

Her teeth flashed. "You like my story," she said.

"Yes," he said. "They're grilling steaks or something. What are you doing?"

"Well..." she said. "I go into the bedroom, the one we've decided is ours since Rudy is out in his tent and I start unpacking. I don't have much stuff, it's just a weekend, but of course I have a bathing suit and some shorts and tank tops and some cute sundresses. And while I'm putting them away I'm thinking..."

"What are you thinking?"

She laughed softly. "You know me," she said. "I'm thinking about me being there alone with these two hot guys for the weekend and how Rudy was kind of staring at me before. And I'm looking at my outfits and thinking about going swimming in the lake in my bikini and coming out of the water and lying down on the beach with both of them staring at me and maybe a little bit about my sundresses. They're very cute."

"Oh yeah?"

"Kind of... well, kind of sexy."

"I'm shocked," he said. "You? Sexy outfits?"

She slapped him softly. "They're meant for Danny, he's my guy. But that was before when Patsy was coming along so maybe..."

"Maybe," he agreed.

"You never know," she said. "Do you?"

He laughed. "Not with you," he said. "In your stories."

She kissed him again.

"So..." he said. "Did you put one of them on?"

"One of what?"

"The skimpy sexy sundresses," he said.

"They weren't that skimpy," she objected. "Just..."

"Sexy," he finished. "And you do put one on."

"It seemed appropriate," she protested. "For the evening."

He kissed her. "Tell me about it," he said.

"Like a pale green, thin straps."

"Short?" he asked. "Low cut?"

"Well... it's a sundress," she said. "So yeah. Not something a nun would wear."

He laughed softly. "What else?"

"What else what?" she asked.

"What else did you put on?"

"You mean like did I wear underwear?"

"Yeah."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Cause..." he said. "In your stories..."

"This is a true story," she said.

"So do you wear underwear?" he asked.

She kissed him. "What do you think?"

He considered. "I think you do," he said.

"Good guess," she said. "Two points."

"Tell me something," he said.

"What?"

"If I'd told you I thought you weren't wearing underwear would you have gone with that?"

"You mean changed the story?"

"Yeah."

She smiled. "You don't believe this is a true story, do you?"

"I think it's a hot story," he told her.

"But true?"

"True enough," he said. He flexed his hips and his cock moved in her hand. "Go on," he said impatiently. "What happens next?"

She stroked him thoughtfully. "Well... Danny gets drunk."

"Oh."

"Yeah, he keeps cracking open beers, I don't know how many he has but partway into dinner he starts laying into Rudy, telling him it's no wonder Patsy left him, he's gotta shape up and stop being such a player. And Rudy just nods and listens and every now and then..." She paused.

"Mmm?"

"He looks at me. A bit amused that his brother is giving him this lecture. He's not drinking really, just nursing this one beer. And as Danny gets drunker Rudy gets bolder."

"Oh?"

"Oh yeah. Smiles at me openly when Danny's not looking. Runs his eyes over me."

"And you..."

"Well," she said. "You know me."

He laughed softly. "Let me guess. You pretend to be outraged but meanwhile you're really enjoying the attention."

"No, no," she said. "Nothing like that. I give him sympathetic smiles, like I know Danny's being an asshole."

"Ah..."

"I'm a sympathetic person," she explained.

"And when it's a hot guy..."

"I can be extra sympathetic," she said. She gave him a squeeze.

"So then..."

"So then Danny goes off to pee for maybe the seventeenth time and Rudy comes over to me. He sits down on the sofa next to me and puts his hand on my arm. And he leans forward and his face is right in front of mine and his other hand comes up and caresses my cheek and then we're kissing."

"Nice?"

"Oh my God," she said. "So good. Lights me up all the way to... well to where it counts."

"Mmm."

"It's kind of wild, actually, cause he looks so much like Danny, I mean they're freaking identical twins right? So it's kind of like I'm kissing Danny but it's Rudy and he's... well he's a really good kisser."

"Mmm."

"Then he moves his hand up my arm and I can tell he's about to touch my breasts when the toilet flushes and the bathroom door bangs."

"Bummer."

"Yeah, well by the time Danny gets back Rudy is standing up, looking at this poster on the wall, some lake picture, boats and shit, you know."

"And you..."

"I'm trying to get my breath back," she said. "Luckily Danny is pretty wasted so he doesn't notice anything. But God I'm so turned on I'm practically melting."

"He's that good a kisser?"

"Well yeah. And the situation too. Fooling around with Danny's brother is... well it's kind of mean I guess but it's also wicked hot."

"Cause they're twins?"

"I guess so. Anyway that's what I'm feeling, and I'm hoping Danny will want to come to bed so we can take care of where I'm at but the asshole just cracks open another beer and sits down on the sofa."

"Oh no."

"I mean I know Danny likes to drink but there's a time to stop drinking and fuck your girlfriend, right?"

He laughed. "How did you end up with such an oblivious guy?"

"I was young and foolish," she said.

"So what do you do?"

"I tell Danny I'm tired and want to go to bed, like maybe he'll get the picture but he says Good night and keeps on talking to Rudy. And Rudy gives me this smoking hot look and I roll my eyes and leave the two of them."

"Mmm. Then what?"

"Well I'm super pissed at Danny of course, but still turned on. I kind of putter around a bit in case he decides to come to bed but finally I just decide to get into bed. I can hear them talking in the living room. Not what they're saying, but their voices." Her hand closed on his cock again, and she leaned forward to kiss him.

"What are you wearing?" he asked huskily. "In bed?"

"A T-shirt," she said. "My panties."

"Mmm."

"Why?"

"You should be naked," he told her.

She gave him a little punch on the shoulder.

"Ow," he said.

"I keep telling you this is a true story," she complained. "I can't change what happens."

"Just... pretend you're naked. Isn't that more fun?"

"Mmm," she said. "Maybe. Anyway."

"Anyway?"

"So i'm lying there, either naked or not, listening to their voices and I realize that their voices are subtly different. Maybe it's because identical only goes so fat or maybe because Danny is so drunk but I can pick it out, when Rudy's talking. I still can't hear the words but there's this little thrill that runs through me every time I hear his voice."

"Mmm," he murmured. "Sexy."

"Super sexy," she agreed.

"What do you do?"

"Well," she said. "I'm lying there listening and I start to touch myself. I'm still all keyed up from kissing him and I just slide my hand between my legs..."

"Since you're naked," he said.

"Or into my panties," she said. "One or the other."

"Show me," he said.

She smiled and gave him a small kiss, then moved off him and lay on her back. She parted her legs. "Why don't you touch me instead?" she whispered. "I'll help you."

He moved closer and kissed her. She took his hand and lowered it between her legs, moved his fingers. "Oh," she said. "That's nice." She paused. "That's what I'm thinking about, lying there in the bed, touching myself. I'm thinking about Rudy touching me like this, and every time I hear his voice it sends a little tingle through me. God this is good, keep on doing that."

He kissed her again. "Do you get yourself off?"

"So many times," she said.

"I want to fuck you," he whispered.

"You will," she promised. "But we aren't to that part of the story yet."

"The part..."

Her teeth flashed. "Well, you know I'm going to fuck Rudy," she said. "Just be patient."

"You're a very naughty girl," he chided her.

"I am," she said. "I can't help it, it's just who I am."

He kissed her again. "Go on," he said. "What happens next?"

"Well at some point I just fall asleep because the next thing I know I'm waking up and it's getting light out. Danny's lying on top of the bedclothes, just in his boxers. I have to pee so I slip out of bed quietly but when I come back he's awake, but he looks like shit."

"Hung over?"

"Yeah, he feels bad. I get him some pain meds and tell him to try to go back to sleep. Then I grab my bathing suit and towel and head out to the lake."

"Not skinny-dipping?"

"Of course not - Rudy might be out there."

"That would be terrible."

She clicked her tongue. "Always in a rush," she told him. "You need to learn to play the game slowly."

He paused. "Okay," he said. "So what do you do, slow game player?"

She smiled. "I just go for a swim."

"Ah," he said.

"It's a nice lake, a nice beach. Small but serviceable. I go out and swim around for a while. The water feels good and the sun is starting to climb... that's when I notice the problem, actually."

"What problem?"

"No sunscreen," she said.

He chuckled. "I feel like you're always forgetting that," he said.

"Mmm. Well, there I am anyway. Ready to lie down in the sand and if I do I'm going to get burned to a crisp."

"You have any back in the cottage?"

"Yes, but it's in my bag and I'd probably wake Danny up again. Wouldn't be nice."

"No," he agreed. "I can see that."

"But just as i'm dragging myself out of the water and wondering what to do, Rudy shows up."

"Aha."

"Yes," she said demurely. "Well... maybe."

"So what next?" he asked.

"Well," she said. "He walks down to the beach and calls to me, good morning. Then he takes off his t-shirt and starts applying sunscreen to his chest and arms."

"What's he look like?"

"He looks good. Better than Danny if I'm being honest. Good arms and chest. And a tattoo on his left shoulder of a crab. They're Cancers, him and Danny."

"Ah," he said again.

"So I'm standing there watching him and he looks over at me, raises his eyebrows. Like he's busted me staring at him. But I just ask him if he needs help with his back."

"Ha."

"Just being helpful," she said. "And he grins and turns his back to me and I grab some sunscreen and slather it on him. On his back, but also on his shoulder, on the tattoo. And I say, new tattoo? And he says yeah, you like it?"

She took a breath. "Well, I tell him. It's a little disappointing. And he looks confused. Disappointing? he asks. Why disappointing? So I give him a little kiss on the tattoo and I whisper, well, without it I could always pretend to mistake you for Danny. Then I run away from him back into the lake and start swimming away."

He chuckled. "I bet he's disappointed too."

"Oh, I don't think so."

"No?"

"No. I mean, I had just told him I wanted to pretend I'd mistaken him for Danny. That's a pretty good sign for him."

"True... what next? You fuck in the middle of the lake?"

"Don't be in such a rush," she told him, a touch of coyness in her voice.

"Why not?" he asked. "I mean you've just basically told him you want to fuck him."

"Exactly," she said. "It's his turn to do some of the work."

"Like swim after you?"

"That's a start," she agrees.

"And then..."

"He's a good swimmer," she says. "And he catches up to me. And we're both out in the middle of the lake, treading water, laughing and panting. Then he touches my arm and kisses me."

"Poor Danny," he observed.

"I know," she said. "But he shouldn't have had so much beer, then he wouldn't be hung over and he'd be there on the beach, he'd be the one kissing me in the lake. It's important with a girl like me not to take your eye off her for a minute."

"Noted," he said.

"Mmm," she said. "I think you need to kiss me. Remind me why I'm here with you."

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She opened her arms but he didn't lie down on her right away. His eyes ran across her body in the dim light,

"God," he said. "You're gorgeous." He lowered himself on top of her.

"You like my story," she observed. "I can tell." She held onto his erection, running her hand slowly up and down.

"What happens next?" he asked.

"We kiss for a bit," she said. "I don't know how long. It's a little awkward and breathless because I'm honestly not that good at treading water and we're out of our depth. I try leaning against him but I'm too heavy for him to hold both of us up. So I push off his leg and swim back towards shore."

"What does he do?"

"He paddles around a bit. I think he's trying to figure out his next move or what I want him to do and by the time he gets back on the beach I'm lying face down on my towel. I feel his footsteps in the sand and then his shadow looming over me."

"And you're..."

"Just lying there." She paused. "After a minute I say to him, kind of dreamy like... you know what you can do for me?"

"Ha!"

"Yes, well. Then I peek up at him. I tell him, you could rub sunscreen on my back so I don't burn up."

"I bet he's happy to oblige."

"Turns out he is. He goes over to his towel and comes back with sunscreen. Squirts some on my back and starts rubbing it in."

"Mmm."

"It's pretty heavenly," she admitted. "His fingers running across my back, kneading my shoulders. Then I feel him fiddling with the strap of my bikini top and I open my eyes and cut him a look."

"He's pretty bold."

"I think he operates on the principle that if you don't try to take what you want you'll never get it."

"And you..."

"Well he grins at me and says something about not wanting me to get tan lines. I think about making a fuss but smile at him and close my eyes again. It feels so fucking good, his hands on me, especially now that my top is undone. He's crouching over leaning against me and I can feel his erection pressing against my butt. Then he leans even further onto me. His hands slide down my sides and I feel his fingers on the ties of my bottoms."

"What do you do?"

"I roll over underneath him. He pushes up off the sand so I can roll and look up at him. I tell him to kiss me, which is code for not yet, but maybe soon. He leans down and kisses me and his tongue is in my mouth and his hands are on my tits, which are bare because I've left my top behind when I roll. I can feel his hard-on pressing into me, pushing against my pussy, and I'm melting there, turning into a puddle. I think if the lake came up and covered us, I wouldn't even notice. His hands, his tongue, his cock... it's all so unreal and frantic. I can feel how much he wants me and at this point I'm thinking, yes, try again with my bottoms, I'm ready for you now."

"Jesus!"

"Right? And his hands move down my sides to my waist and my hips, and he rests them there for a moment, then one of the ties undoes. And I can feel his fingers working on the other side. And I slide my hand into his trunks and his cock is like this enormous hot piece of wood, like from a fire, pressing into my hand and leaking pre-cum. I'm exploding there on my towel, waiting for him to enter me. And then... his phone rings."