Three Little Words

“I’d taste even better if you keep sucking.”

“Be patient. I’ll take care of you properly, but later. Right now we’re talking. Still, I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I just… you know.”

I started to say something, but she captured my dick and caressed it with her lips. She continued for a couple of minutes before she released me.

“Oh my gosh, I totally wanna keep going, but I need to tell you what I’ve been thinking. So you’ll have to be patient a bit longer.”

“I think I can manage,” I said. “Although… you’d better be ready to swallow a huge load when I finally come.”

“Yes, please. And that’s sort of why I took my clothes off too. I know where this conversation will end up, and I don’t want semen stains on my dress.”

“For real?”

“Of course. I know how you are.” She shifted gears and grew serious again. “So, back to Wren. I realized she was talking about ‘just sex’ with you.

My imagination kicked in, and I started thinking about the words you used. I

realized I’m sort of the same. I say ‘penis’ because I like the way it feels in my mouth. I like the real thing more, but you know what I mean.

“And you like it when I say ‘cock’ or something naughty. Wren kept calling him your ‘dick.’ That’s what made me think of the difference between sex, love, and fucking.”

“Oh?” I thought I knew where she was going, but I wanted her to say it.

“Yeah. Think about it. When we make love—when I’m ready, I mean—

you’re going to ‘slide your penis’ into me. But when we have sex, you’re going to ‘shove your dick’ into me. And when you fuck me, you’re going to

‘ram your cock’ into me.” She was proud of her wordplay.

So was I. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“And I’m really excited about it. I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but I’m looking forward to going all the way. Long before we’re married, too. I’m sorry you have to wait, but that’s the last part of what I need to tell you tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I started doing what you do. I’ve been thinking about things and rehearsing what to say. Like, while you were flying yesterday. And today in the lounge while we were waiting in San Francisco. And then on the plane.

At least, I was, until you interrupted by trying to feel me up, Mr. Groper.”

I chuckled at the memory. The flight attendants had given us blankets and pillows after dinner, and I’d taken the opportunity to slide my hand up Christy’s dress when the cabin lights dimmed.

“Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do what you were trying to,” she said primly.

“Who says? Besides, you aren’t really my sister.”

“They didn’t know that,” she squawked. “I was Erin Hughes and you were my brother as far as they were concerned.”

“So? Maybe we’re affectionate siblings. Besides, you don’t look anything like Erin.”

“I do too! And don’t think I haven’t noticed. You dated brunettes all your life before you got serious with a girl who’s blonde and blue-eyed like your mother. Your sister too, for that matter.”

The accusation hit a lot closer to home than I was ready to admit, so I tried to play it off. “So? What about it? It’s just a coincidence.”

“You think it’s a coincidence that Harry and James married women who look like our mom?”

“Danny didn’t.”

“No, but he’s always been contrary, just to mess with us. Besides, Sabrina is perfect for him in other ways. Danny wants to go into politics someday, and he’s going to need someone like her. She and I’ve talked about it, and she knows she’s going to be Jackie to his Jack.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You mean, like, Kennedy?”

“Mmm hmm. You forget— No, I probably never told you. Sorry. Our dad’s a staunch Republican, but our mom’s always been a Democrat. And her mother, our nana, is Back Bay, Boston. Old money. She has pictures and stories from when the Kennedys were still in the State House. So that’s what Danny grew up hearing about.”

“Ah. I didn’t realize. I think he’d be a good politician. I’d certainly vote for him.”

“It won’t happen for a while. He wants a career in the military first. But he’s already thinking about the future, ten or fifteen years from now when he’s ready to run for office. Sabrina is part of that.” Christy nodded into the silence. “Exactly. So he’s sort of the exception to the rule that men marry their mothers. Harry and James both did.” She gave me a sharp look. “And you show every sign of doing the same.”

I felt a surge of adrenaline that had nothing to do with arousal. “We aren’t married yet.”

“But we’re talking about it. And you probably think we’re rushing—that I’ve done this before, like Danny said—but it’s different this time.” She gathered herself for an admission. “Simon was an excuse to hide from my family. That isn’t what I’m doing with you.”

“Oh? What are you doing with me?”

“The same thing Sabrina and Danny are doing. Marianne and Harry, too.

Lynne and James, although they don’t make a big deal about it.”

“Wh—?” I had to clear my throat before my voice came out as more than a croak. “And what’s that?”