"listen scotlin, i need a drink and a couple hours sleep," i said.

"come home with me carlee."

"yeah, and what would your kids say?"

"maybe that i make friends easily."

"you do," i smiled.

"take me home with you then carlee. just for a drink." no harm in that, i thought.

"i'll consider that scotlin, if you promise to call home, harlen and emerson must be worried to death about you."

"alright, i'll do that."

emerson stroked the underside of harlen's balls, then licked them. "mmm, maybe shaving them wasn't such a bad idea bro."

"i didn't shave them em."

"so, carlee did," she said, as she jacked him off very fast. she abruptly stopped. harlen's dick writhed with pain. "more?" she asked.

"more," he said. she pulled the foreskin back and licked the head, tried to penetrate his urethra. "ouch, emerson, play nice." emerson removed what few clothes she had on and climbed on top of harlen. she placed his hard dick between her labia and scooted back and forth a little. "what are you doing sis?"

"scratching an itch, we used to think this was fucking harlen."

"yeah, i remember, my first ejaculation."

"i would be very jealous of carlee back then harlen, i'm afraid there would have been a cat fight over you." harlen smiled.

"but not today?"

"she's far too beautiful to fight love, i think i'll just enjoy her." she scratched herself a few more minutes. harlen put his arms around her back and pushed her tight against him.

"i've really missed you emerson." she smiled.

"scratch scratch."

"this is a beautiful place carlee, in fact, i used to fish here years ago."

"the bank is not really steep at all," i said. "unusual for the green too."

"hey, you've got a boat."

"yup."

"take me fishing some time?"

"sure."

"and what's this building?"

"ah, still under construction scotlin, kind of a studio."

"love your tub carlee."

"come on, let's make that drink," i said. "is jack daniels alright?"

"i certainly hope so, has he been sick?" he chided. i smiled as i poured him a double shot.

"water or strawberry hill?" i asked.

"oh, i don't think i want to live that dangerously, how about five or six ice cubes?" i handed him his drink.

"now phone home, e.t." scotlin drank about half of it.

"rats," he said, as i handed him the phone. scotlin finished his drink. "man, i needed that, my tonsils were dusty. mind making another, and handing me a phone book?"

"forgot your number scotlin?"

"i don't dial it enough," he smiled.

"oh god emerson, harder baby, harder!!" the phone rang. "don't stop, please don't stop!" emerson released her mouth from harlen's dick, leaving him in misery.

"might be important baby," she said, as a large amount of saliva fell from her mouth.

"i'll jack off emerson, i will!"

"hello."

"hi dad, where in the hell are you?"

"a friend of your was skulking around at the billingsly's place emerson, i'm at her house."

"carlee's?"

"yeah, she's very interested in the tales, you know."

"ghost stories, you mean."

he laughed. "is harlen asleep?"

"no dad, but i will have to go and get him."

"fine," he answered.

"they're both awake?" i asked.

"yeah. harlen, how are you son?"

"great dad, it's really exciting having both you all at home for a change."

"thanks, are you going to bed tonight, it's almost four?"

"we were going to wait for you dad."

"oh, you can see me tomorrow son, i'm off for two weeks, we can do lots of catching up sport."

"goodnight."

harlen turned to emerson. "why'd you stop sucking, i was about to cum!!"

"im sorry harlen, i really very sorry."

"bitch! get across my knee!!"

"i'm sorry harlen, don't make me." harlen pulled her across his knees. whap, whap, whap. emerson's dark hair swung to and fro, as did her naked feet. whap, whap. "oh please harlen, no more, no more!" whap, whap. "oh god, that hurts so bad, am i bleeding." whap, whap. "oh please brother, that's enough, that's enough.!"

"you haven't paid enough emerson, your ass is barely red." whap, whap, whap.

"feel me harlen, feel me!!!" harlen's hand went in the crack of her ass, kneeding, probing. he rubbed it, then lay emerson's weak body on the bed, on he stomach. he licked the reddened cheeks, then kissed them gently, then his finger went roughly up into her. "i cumming," she said. "oh god, i'm cumming!!! yes harlen, yessss!"

"you make a mean drink carlee."

"thanks scotlin."

"you have any clothes that would fit me. this suit is awfully uncomfortable babe?" i remembered that mikey had left a pair of swim trunks, he was a little smaller that scotlin, but they might do. i went back to find them.

"is purple alright?"

"sure," he said. he took them, then took his suit jacket off. i grabbed it and hung it over the chair. then his tie, and his shirt.

"hmmmm," i said.

"not too much for you is it?"

i shook my head. he removed his shoes and socks. nice feet, just like harlen, i thought. he loostened his belt, and unzippped his zipper.

"you going to turn you head carlee, or close your eyes?" i shook my head again, but, a the last moment, i put my hands over my eyes.

"chicken," he said. i smiled. "i want to try the hot tub, ok?"

"sure scotlin, i'll change and join you."

i took a slurp of my drink, and went to my bedroom to find something sexy. god, i needed to do my laundry. i found a pink gym top that was clean and a pair of cut offs, all my other stuff was in the dirty clothes hamper, well, most everything else. i walked barefoot to the tub. "how is it?" i asked.

"too cold," he said.

"wait 'till i get in," i said, almost stopping myself. i sat beside him as he took a drink. "the controls," i said.

"oh," he responded. i turned the heater up a notch. scotlin put his arm around me, it felt nice.

"scratch me again harlen."

"what if the phone rings?"

"take the damn thing off the hook, you want me to please don't you brother?"

"you do please me emerson, you really do." harlen laid on top of her and slid his dick between her labia. emerson wrapped her legs around his back. "good?" he asked.

"good harlen, very nice, i like this," she purred.

"doesn't anyone in college scratch you baby?"

"no, i wouldn't dare ask anyone to do that harlen, that's just for me and you, and slow down, you're hurting."

"grab my balls," he said. emerson reached for them, but couldn't find them. she felt his butt, and followed the crack down to them. "oh god," he said.

"let me jack you off harlen."

"you're very pretty carlee," scotlin said. "may i take your hair down?"

"if you want," i said. god, i might as well undress for him, i have said yes to everything he's asked me. he removed the band holding my ponytail up, and brushed my hair down to my shoulders with his hands. his eyes never left mine. i was melting.

"lovely," he said.

"warm enough?" i asked. his hand slipped down to my left breast.

"perfect." scotlin was maybe forty pounds heavier than harlen, his hair was dark brown, well conditioned, with a beautiful touch of gray. his eyes were what got me though, those eyes. i felt so weak that i didn't know if i could set up anymore. he kissed me, and i loved it, he pinched my nipple.

harlen lay on his back. emerson rolled over him to his left side. she grabbed his hard-on in her right hand and began to stroke.

"feel good baby?"

"very," he answered.

"remember the first time i did this, and it worked?"

"it always worked emerson."

"not always, not for a long time." emerson stopped. pulled the foreskin back until he wrenched, and took the purple head into her mouth.

"god, baby. oh god, yes." her head bobbed up and down very rapidly. "jesus christ," he moaned, and came.

"not very much," she announced, as she spat in a kleenex. harlen smiled and kissed her.

"you're salty, not bad after twenty times tonight."

"i love you brother."

"me too sis, and thanks."