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I walked into my sister’s bedroom confident of the vision that would greet me and, whilst I was not disappointed, it was still a sight that made my twisted libido soar with Dominant lust as if I was seeing it for the first time. As ordered my 18 year old sister was stood erect and naked in the middle of the room she’d grown up in, the happy gleam in her eye partly due to the unexpected opportunity for play that had been given us with our parents’ announcement that they were going out for the evening and partly due to the fact that she was eight months pregnant and her swollen belly matched her swollen breasts in their appeal to me. The fact that I had taken her as my willing submissive slave eight months previously and had been filling her with my incestuous seed at every chance since was no co-incidence to her present delicate condition.

That I was the proud father was also beyond doubt considering I’d taken her virginity shortly after her 18th birthday and, despite her natural wantonness, I was still the only man she’d been fucked by as befitting being her possessive Owner… Her slutty instincts I’d allowed to run free in her bisexual tastes and she seemed content with the arrangement, in fact being so beautiful and flirty with a deviant imagination to match my own she was extremely adept at seducing other girls or older women and bringing out their lascivious sides.

The fact that she now stood expectantly and heavily expectant before me made my heart beat faster and my erection lurch in protest at its confinement in my trousers. Since her pregnancy became obvious our relationship had taken on new heights of depravity. When she first surrendered herself sexually to me all those months ago it felt instantly right to use her as I wanted and she took to being my 3 hole whore with an enthusiasm that made my senses swim… She dedicated herself to her education in deviant sex and the unique pleasures of BDSM with an insatiable zest and was never happier than when my cock was pounding her cervix and filling her womb with heavy loads of cum. Thoughts of contraception never entered either of our minds since the relationship of Master and slave felt so natural… and so nature followed its course and my sweet angelic slut sister was soon impregnated.

She rose to this unplanned development wonderfully, tearfully spinning a convincing story of an unknown boy at a student party being the father; a tale performed so well that our parents’ shock and disapproval was wiped away instantly and her caring big brother entrusted to protect her virtue in future. Since I was her Owner and intended to continue to ensure that the only cock she enjoyed was mine I accepted my responsibilities easily, especially since it meant that the unusual amount of time we spent in each others’ company went unquestioned by our mother and stepfather, who hardly expected that we could barely contain our perverse lust for each other.

My sister had been an eager debauchee since that magical weekend I first took her as my possession, but pregnancy had intensified her need for hard physical sexual gratification that was bordering upon nymphomania; the hormones and other natural chemicals pounding round her young body had her radiant in more ways than usually associated with the delicate condition and I had been doing everything possible to defile the purity of motherhood-to-be. So when the opportunity to have the house to ourselves arose every minute was to be savoured….

Hence the instant the parental car pulled out of the drive I’d produced her collar, fastened it round her slender neck, and ordered my sibling slave slut to go to her room and prepare herself. Such was the conditioning that she’d surrendered herself to that the very act of putting her in harness began her descent into her aroused sub-state and now running an approving eye over my sister’s pale nakedness, still slim except for the rounded swell of her smooth belly, I was delighted to see the glistening torrent of female fuck juices already leaking from her engorged cunt….exposed and shaved clean as it was on a daily basis.

This lewd appraisal of my precious pain whore had my erection stirring, painfully trapped inside my trousers and I wanted to sink it deep between her soaking thighs where I belonged, but I held my rising lust in… The truth was that my sister was just too delicious to not tease and torment into a deranged passion. I raised my eyes up from the intoxicating folds of her freely flowing cunt and with a smile observed that her breasts were following suit… My clever sister just couldn’t wait until the birth to start expressing her mothers milk and had joyfully induced the lactation early by using suction cups on her sensitive tuzla escort nipples… Now, in her perversity, sexual arousal started them leaking in the way that a baby’s crying would normally

The hours of dedicated playing with her tits was paying dividends in a way that excited us and had proven an unexpected attraction amongst her more bold girlfriends. If we’d had more notice of our free run of the house I’d have instructed my slave girl to invite a couple of her female lovers over; the look of bliss on her face when she breastfed them was only beaten by the inevitable straying of their hands to her splayed thighs and the orgasms they forced upon her without relinquishing the enlarged teats they feverishly suckled upon.

However, tonight she was mine to enjoy alone and her clear blue eyes sparkled at the prospect. Keeping that beautiful fresh face staring expectantly into mine, I strolled provocatively close to her body until her protruding belly was touching the strained yet concealed by pants erection that had placed her in this condition. I pushed my groin forward slightly so she could feel my hardness against her curved stomach and she groaned appreciatively and shifted her body weight artfully to rub the incestuous fruit of our unnatural relationship against her Master.

She certainly knew how to ignite my lust and I grabbed her flame-coloured tangled locks at the nape of her neck and forced her lips to mine roughly for a long overdue passionate kiss that soon had our tongues dancing against each others’ in an imitation of my hands gliding forcefully down her spine and kneading her pert buttocks in a way that had her thrusting her pelvis towards me in a vain effort to crush her rigid clit against my clothed body for relief.

Unfortunately, her occupied womb wouldn’t allow freedoms she’d enjoyed in previous months. As I lost myself in the smoldering effects of the kiss, I realized how wrong it was for me to still be dressed and be denying myself the sensuality of holding her naked against me, so returning my grip to the convenientleash that was her hair I eased her head backwards and broke the spell that locking lips with my sister always inspired.

“Undress me, slave,” I said, these words breaking the silence that had been maintained throughout apart from the heavy breathing.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered demurely and without hesitation reached down to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my trousers….she had her priorities fixed in her mind as usual. I allowed her to unzip them so they were free to fall to my ankles and, ignoring the blatant bulge in my underwear, I lifted my arms in indication that she should lift my T-shirt over my head next… a hint that she complied with. Once my upper torso was as naked as hers I stepped out of my trousers and took her tiny hand and placed it over the erection shaped tent pole straining for release… I guided her fingers along the cloth-covered shaft and made it linger at the end of the protrusion so she could see the effect she had on her brother. As usual when she got me this hard she inspired a flow of pre-cum which whilst modest compared by her production was still enough to have made a spreading dark circle in my underwear. Her fluttering fingers sent electric thrills across my sensitive cockhead as she swirled the slippery cloth against its swollen bulb, then unbidden she dropped to her knees and lapped at the sticky mess… Well she’d made the mess; it seemed fair that she cleaned it in the best way available.

I felt the warmth of her saliva soak back through the material as her tongue swirled as best it could at the concealed length of prick meat and I could resist no longer… I pulled my underwear down and my rock solid erection sprang up triumphant at its final liberation…

Grabbing her hair once more, I pushed her face into me and was rewarded by the unique feeling of my slave’s soft, wet, and welcoming mouth encasing my bobbing knob end, her well practiced lips dragging my foreskin clear of my bulbous purple cock-end in the process. The familiar tingling warmth spread down my shaft and throughout my whole body as my orally inclined sister worked her dedicated devotion upon me, recklessly driving my erection into her throat without regard for her own modesty. She was eager to please her Owner and knew how to fuck me with her mouth, but as usual having my pregnant slut naked on her knees below me had my more fierce lusts raging and I wanted harder gratification.

“Enough, slave,” I barked and she instantly withdrew her angelic face from my groin and looked up at me expectantly. If she didn’t recognize the wild look in my eyes she certainly knew that tone in my voice and what would be in store… pendik escort She wouldn’t be allowed to make me cum until I’d extracted my fill of perverse pleasure from her still slender and extremely fuckable impregnated body.

My enslaved sister rose to her feet without being told to do so and stood upright once more, her poise to compensate for her extended belly meaning she unconsciously arched her back and thrust her lactating chest out proudly. Spontaneity was always the secret to keeping Domination fresh and seeing those unusually full breasts displayed so innocently, all rounded and firm and tempting decided me on how I wanted to warm my pain whore up. I glanced over to my darling sister’s dressing table; obediently she’d laid out all our favourite instruments carefully once she’d been given the order to make herself ready in her room. With slow deliberation I walked over to the ever expanding collection of contact play implements and picked up the smallest flogger… with what I had in mind I wanted to be able to stand in close proximity to my abused sub.

Her eyes glistened with undisguised licentiousness as I showed her my choice—the flogger was her personal favourite dispenser of chastisement, as she’d once breathlessly confessed after a particularly energetic punishment session, its stinging caress was like having her whole body fucked at once. I gave the flail a test flick into thin air and her gaze traveled to her Master’s face expectantly; maintaining eye contract I moved back to stand in front of her.

My slutty slave really was irresistible and I allowed myself the luxury of another long lingering kiss, in doing so taking hold of her collar with my flogger still gripped in my fist and pulling it backwards to ensure she remained at the correct ramrod posture. Our tongues danced madly against each others’ as my rampant erection poked up against the belly bulge it had created, the heavy stream of my pre-cum making its contact slick and surprisingly arousing on my sensitive cock-end as my free hand naturally found itself straying to her literally overflowing breast to take a jutting nipple, wet with precious mother’s milk and pinched it firmly to enjoy the effect it had on the urgency of my sister’s mouth locked against mine.

Without warning I let loose the hold on her collar and in the same action swung down with the short handled flogger ensuring its tails stuck hard across her tight buttocks; the unexpected contrast in caresses made her squeal and break off the kiss without permission. Recovering her submissive composure instantly she realized her transgression without me having to say a word.

“Please forgive me, Sir, I wasn’t ready for the blow,” she said meekly, which was perfectly true but I wouldn’t be any kind of Dom if I let such things go unpunished and, besides, I knew my pain whore was aching for harsher treatment.

“You’re my good slave, but you must learn respect,” I taunted her and the contrite expression on her lovely teenage face almost moved me to forgiveness… if only I wasn’t so primed with vicious Domineering lust and the knowledge that my incestuous slave was aching for painful indulgence.

Taking a step back and losing the delightful sensation of warm impregnated flesh against my cock (although a sticky thread of my pre-cum kept us connected briefly I was amused to notice….a perverse umbilical cord from her pronounced stomach to my bobbing erection), I let the fact that harsh chastisement was imminent sink in, allowing the tension to build as my wanton sister let her demented imagination run wild. What she anticipated I’ll never know, but I certainly caught her off-guard with the sudden strike I made with the flogger aimed at her maternally prepared breasts, the leather straps hitting firm tit flesh with an obscene smack. My sister flinched under the assault upon those most taboo of targets, but held her position well. I placed the flogger’s handle under her chin and gently pushed her head back with it.

“Chest out and stand up straight,” I ordered kindly and without warning took a second brutal swipe at her already reddening chest, the flail’s cruel caress catching hard nipples and tender aureoles this time as I’d found my range. A shudder of excruciating pleasure seemed to ripple through my masochistic sibling’s lithe except for the midriff frame and she bit her lip as if to stifle any moans that I might judge disobedient. However, the bright wildness shining her eyes and the way her parted thighs were running with viscous fuck juice left me in no doubt at her increasing state of arousal. The third embrace of the flogger across her tortured tits actually brought a small spurt of breast milk squirting forth, a development aydınlı escort I had not expected but which obviously delighted us both. I had watched and participated in my sister’s determined exercise to induce lactation prematurely but this was the first time that I’d witnessed such a deviant display… It was as if I’d managed to corrupt and defile her most natural bodily reactions, a living testament to my complete Ownership of her.

I repressed the compulsion to bend my head down and suckle upon those leaking hard knots; my deliciously depraved sibling was absorbing her cruel punishment too well to discontinue it so soon and I’d have to be some kind of a sadist to deny her this painful treatment. However, there was a powerful surge of twisted lust rising in me… I was regretting my haste in choosing my sister’s bedroom for this rendezvous—I should have used the basement. I knew from past happy training sessions how useful the low ceiling beams down there were; my pain whore would have looked stunning strung up arms above head and fully exposing her tight supple pregnant body to the flagellation she was now enjoying.

Still faint Dom never won fair sub and I must take full advantage of the current situation. Besides, we should have enough time tonight before the parents returned for me to lead her on all fours down the stairs for further debauchery… Being impregnated had increased my sister’s sex drive to insatiable levels and her cravings were not so mundane as wanting to eat unusual foods.

With the thought of a subterranean second round later, I quickly snatched up an ever-present length of black rope that we kept within reach and ordered my slave to put her arms behind her; she’d looked too comfortable with them hanging by her side and I suspected that a few more blows and she wouldn’t be able to keep her active fingers from straying to her aching, rigid clit. I wanted her to feel the reassuring security of being bound and helpless under my chastisements so I tied her wrists together in the small of her back with practiced ease, then took a couple of slaps at her irresistible rounded buttocks for good luck. I then stood in close proximity to her back so I could reach round and fondly capture a breast in each hand; they normally were the perfect size to hold fully in my cupped hands but I enjoyed their increased mass also, so firm and perfect with the added sensation of warm mother’s milk dribbling over my tweaking fingers as I pulled her against me.

As I massaged her tortured teats with the familiarity of Owning her I lent forward enough to nuzzle and bite upon her slender neck and this double stimulation obviously had its desired effect for she brazenly began to stir her bound hands and desperately reach out her fingers with some difficultly to stroke at my rock hard erection that was smearing sticky pre-cum against her back. I allowed this pleasant interlude to continue a little while then relinquished my milking grip on her leaking tits and move once more to face her.

My teenage sister looked even more adorable in the prone bound position, the reddened breasts streaming white seepage that had cascaded down onto the smooth curve of her protruding stomach and was dripping to her pretty toes in a mirror of the copious flow of girlie fuck juice flowing freely from the engorged folds of her pouting cunt. I was struck with the sudden urge to coat her entire beautiful body with a concoction of bodily fluids: Milk, cum, saliva, sweat and female lube… Make her glow and shine with a wet sheen of lustful outpourings. To that end, I reached between her flawless thighs and scooped up a sticky load of her natural nectar, smearing her fascinating tits with the precious liquid and mixing it firmly into her milky nipples until her chest shone with perverse moisture, a concoction that I would not deny either of us tasting. I thrust my fingers into my sub slut’s mouth and felt her tongue eagerly lap away and I caught a bobbing nipple between my teeth and chewed at it whilst enjoying the tangy, heady flavour.

As I suckled and bit at my lactating slut’s breasts I cursed myself for being distracted so easily, but my slave didn’t seem to be complaining. I, however, was getting aroused beyond self control, which is not healthy for a Dom to allow himself, so I drew my teeth along the fat, stiff nipple and disengaged my oral grip. Retrieving the flogger I consoled myself that the weakness I’d displayed had at least soaked the swollen target; resuming the flagellation I knew the wet flesh would sting even more and the crack of the leather tails as they made contact confirmed this. My slave sister was fully surrendered to her sub-state of mind by this point and the sharp contract between my mouth’s embrace of her tender tits and that of the flogger produced a dreamy smile of ecstasy across her angelic face that increased my resolve to make the events of the evening memorable in the depth of their depravity.

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Good Neighbor Ch. 02

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PART THREE: HUSBAND AND WIFE

As it turned out, things were just beginning to get interesting. One day about a week later I noticed that the house was getting hot and

uncomfortable. Something was wrong with the central air-conditioning unit. Not only was there no cooling, the blowers didn’t seem to be working well, so there was very little air circulation.

Fortunately, my house had ceiling fans installed in the largest rooms, and I’d put in screen doors. So I turned every fan on high speed, threw open the doors, and tried to get a breeze going. Soon the ground floor was bearable, though hardly cool. The upstairs, though, was impossibly hot—no way would I be able to sleep up there tonight.

It really wasn’t too bad, though. As night fell, I stripped down to my underwear (after carefully closing the blinds), made up the couch with sheets and pillows, turned off every light I could to make the house seem cooler, and settled down in the recliner with my laptop, a pitcher of ice water and a glass by my side. The soft whir of the ceiling fans mingled with, and didn’t quite obscure the sounds of the night outside–the soft chirruping of crickets, the occasional distant bark of some neighbor dog, the whoosh of a car passing down the street. I felt absurdly like a pioneer, roughing it in my temporarily un-air-conditioned home.

Around eleven o’clock I began to yawn, and found it hard to keep my eyes open. I made a mental note to call the central air maintenance guys in the morning and got ready to hit the sack. My stuff was all in the bathroom nearest the master bedroom, so I headed up the stairs, wincing a bit at how hot it still was on the second floor.

After washing up and cleaning my teeth I decided to fetch tomorrow’s clothes from my closet, so I headed into the master bedroom. I could see a dim light coming in through the side window. One of the upstairs lights in Marsh’s house was on.

I don’t know what exactly prompted me to move across the stifling, darkened bedroom, without turning on the light, to look out my window. I told myself afterward that it was just simple curiosity about what room in their house might be across from mine. But really I was hoping to see Marsh again–after all, isn’t that what I’d been doing for weeks, trying to catch glimpses of him?

I got to the window and looked out through the partly open slats of the venetian blind covering it. Directly across from me was a open second-story window, the white curtains framing it drawn aside. The room I was looking into was clearly a bedroom. In the dim light I could see the bed placed against the opposite wall directly facing the window. Marsh was stretched out on top of the comforter, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, reading a magazine.

At the first sight of him I quickly drew back. After a moment’s thought I realized this was an unbelievable stroke of luck. Since my bedroom was completely dark and theirs was lit, there was little chance I would be noticed, unless Marsh or his wife came to the window and looked straight out. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me that all voyeurs must feel. There was guilt, too–but not nearly enough to stop me from going back to the window, slowly raising the blind, then carefully, noiselessly lifting the sash.

After a moment, Marsh laid the magazine aside, yawned and stretched. His body was as beautiful as I thought it would be. The defined ridges of his pecs and abs were visible even from this distance. They rivaled those of any exercise magazine cover model. I became aware that my stiffening dick was pressing painfully against the front of my briefs, and pulled them down to free it from its confines. Not taking my eyes off the window for one instant, I began to stroke myself slowly.

I saw Marsh turn his head, smile and speak to someone else in the room. Audrey must be coming to bed. I felt an irrational jealousy that she had the privilege of being close to this man, sharing his room and his bed, while I was confined to spying on them in the dark. I watched raptly as she came into view, wearing a black shorty nightgown, sheer enough so that I could see matching black panties underneath–on her slim, but surprisingly full-breasted figure the skimpy garments looked good. Marsh smiled as she got on the bed and gathered her into his arms. I heard the murmur of their voices, too far away for any words to emerge, as they cuddled affectionately. Seeing them together reminded me acutely of my own current state of aloneness–I felt sad, jealous, and intensely horny, all at the same time. My hand moved faster on my cock, by now slippery with the juices of my arousal.

The happy couple in the other house began to kiss, at first gently, then with increasing urgency. My heart raced as I realized that Marsh and Audrey were starting to make love before my eyes. His hands cupped her breasts through the nightgown. She reached down and fumbled with his boxer shorts, drawing them downward. Frustratingly, Antep Escort Bayan he rolled on top of her at that moment and all I could see was his shapely butt, above the boxers now halfway down his legs. Her slim arms grasped his back, white against his tanned musculature.

Then, to my delight, Marsh turned over and stripped his shorts completely off. Even across the distance between our houses I could see the heavy length of his cock pointing stiffly upward on his lower belly, above his balls. He rose to his feet and stood sideways in front of the bed, his organ now jutting outward, silhouetted in the dim light of the bedroom. Audrey got down off the bed and knelt in front of him. I saw her head move toward his crotch, and a moment later Marsh’s cock disappeared into her mouth.

A strangled groan escaped from my throat. I would have killed to be in Audrey’s place at that moment–giving head to a man the likes of whom I’d rarely seen, and never possessed. I saw him caress her head gently with one big hand, and imagined him doing the same to me. I was dangerously close to shooting my load, and forced my hand to slow its frantic pace.

Audrey didn’t suck Marsh for very long. As she released his cock, Marsh unfastened something at her throat and the garment fell away from her, exposing her breasts. He sat his wife on the edge of the bed and drew down the panties she was still wearing, going to his knees as he did so. I caught a glimpse of the neat triangle of Audrey’s pubic mound just before Marsh’s head closed in on it. He was returning the favor his wife had done him. Audrey’s head snapped back, her blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and though I couldn’t hear it I knew she was moaning with pleasure. One of Marsh’s hands reached up and caressed her breast again.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Watching the man I desired performing the act of love, even with a woman, was an experience beyond compare. I wanted to savor every moment of it–I had taken my hand completely off my own cock, which stayed rock hard even so. I wanted to ride vicariously with Audrey and Marsh to the climax of their lovemaking.

They were now on the bed again, Audrey on her back with her legs spread. Marsh positioned himself over her, his back to the window, and lowered his body onto hers. Her arms went around him, her mouth opened in another gasp and I knew that his cock had penetrated her. Marsh’s butt began to contract rhythmically as he began to thrust, at first slowly, then with increasing speed and strength until I could see the bed shaking with the force of his fucking. Faint cries from both of them reached my ear. I began to stroke myself again, this time not trying to hold back. Soft grunts began to emerge from my own throat.

Just then, Audrey’s head, visible over one broad male shoulder, rolled from side to side, and I heard a single clear, almost musical cry of ecstasy. She clapped one hand abruptly over her mouth, her eyes bulging comically. It wouldn’t do to wake Jonah now! Marsh’s thrusts increased to a frantic pace, and I heard his voice shout wordlessly. I saw a warning finger come up to Audrey’s lips. They had obviously reached the ideal completion–a mind-blowing orgasm for her, timed to perfection with the planting of his seed inside her.

They didn’t know it, but it had been a triple play–a few seconds after Marsh came, my eyes closed involuntarily as an explosion rocked my own body. I groaned loud enough that I was afraid they would hear. I felt the hot jets spurting out of my cock and dimly wondered where they were going. Rocking onto my knees, I grasped the window sill with my free hand to keep from falling over, my head down, my breath coming in harsh gasps.

After I had regained some semblance of equilibrium I opened my eyes. Fortunately I hadn’t made enough noise to be heard across the way. Marsh and Audrey were now lying next to each other, still naked, their bodies still loosely entwined. After a while Marsh got up and moved toward the window, and I quickly retreated into the shadows. When I felt it was safe to look out again, a small fan was whirring in the window and the lights were off.

My legs and feet were tingling from crouching so long, my hand was sticky with cum, and there was a mess on the bedroom floor, and probably on the wall underneath the window as well. I rose stiffly, pulling up my briefs, and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up. I wiped everything up as best I could in the dim light from the hallway, still thinking it prudent not to turn on the light in the bedroom. When I was done I padded downstairs, locked up, stretched out on the couch, and at last, fell into an deep, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR: FATHER AND SON

I awoke the next morning and didn’t know where I was. There was an unfamiliar light all around me, and an odd whirring noise. After a moment I realized I was lying on my living room couch. I had left the ceiling fans on to keep some air moving, but with the doors and windows closed the house nevertheless was stuffy.

Thoughts of last night came into my mind. The window through which I had witnessed Marsh making passionate love to his wife was the same one behind which Stan had stood one rainy morning before the house was finished, staring into my eyes as he jacked himself off. Boldly he had let me know that he was on to me–he had seen me eyeing his body while he labored on the construction crew. Then, the next day, he had knocked on my door and made what had been fantasy hot and sweet reality.

The odds that this present story would have a similar end were zero. Obviously Marsh and Audrey had a healthy relationship, to say the least. The house next door had provided me with one companion—it was too much to think it would give me two. With that depressing thought, I hauled myself off the couch to get ready for the day.

One afternoon later that week I walked into my favorite local coffee house. Inside there was a woman, with a little boy next to her, speaking to the cashier. She turned her head–I saw that it was Audrey and Jonah. As I approached she caught sight of me and her face brightened in recognition. “Hello,” she called. “We’re on our way home from preschool.” She looked down at her son. “Jonah, remember Mr. Rob? Say hello.”

“Hi,” Jonah said. He gave me a shy smile, and I felt unaccountably pleased.

We chatted idly for a few moments while we waited for our lattes to come up.

“You’re doing a good job with him,” I observed.

“Thanks,” Audrey replied, patting her son on the head. “Though it hasn’t been hard. Jonah’s never been any trouble–well, except when he came into the world.”

I was silent, not wanting to say that Marsh had already revealed that personal detail. Come to think of it, I knew quite a few personal details about Mr. and Mrs. Atkins. Though there was no way she could know what I had seen a few days before, I felt my face reddening.

“We still haven’t had you over for dinner,” she continued, not noticing my discomfort. “I’m afraid it may be a while. I’m going out of town tomorrow and I’m not exactly sure when I’ll be back.”

“Hope it’s nothing serious.”

“Actually, it is. My father’s been ill a long time, and he’s getting worse. He may not live much longer.”

“I’m very sorry.”

She nodded as she picked up her coffee. Unlike Marsh, Audrey seemed able to keep her private pain hidden. “Thanks. Anyway, if he does–pass away, I’ll have to stay and help take care of things. I’m going to have to leave Jonah with his dad. A hospital’s no place for a small child, and I don’t want him to miss that much school.”

“I’m sure your husband will take good care of him,” I said absently.

Audrey started talking about the arrangements that had been made for her son, how another mother from his school was going to look after him until Marsh got home from work, but I barely heard her. My mind insisted that my handsome neighbor was out of reach–but from the way my heart was beating, it obviously thought otherwise.

“Well, Rob, I may ask you to check up on that workaholic,” she laughed as she turned to go. “Come on, sport. Let’s go home and eat your cookie.”

As I was hand-watering some of the flowers in the back yard early that evening I heard my name called. I looked toward the fence and saw Marsh striding toward me.

“Hey, buddy. Audrey says she saw you today. You know she’s going away for a while?”

I nodded. “That’s tough luck. Anything I can do to help?”

“Truth is,” Marsh said, scratching his head in embarrassment, “I’m a little nervous about being alone with Jonah that long. I mean, I can dress him, feed him, get him off to preschool and put him to bed, but that leaves a lot of hours in the day. Audrey’s already grumbling about his eyes getting weak from too much TV.”

Marsh, the perfect father, was asking his single, childless, gay neighbor for advice about parenting. I stifled a laugh and tried to reassure him.

“You’ll be fine.”

“Jonah does like the water,” Marsh continued, thinking out loud. “Maybe I’ll take him to Deep Eddy this weekend. Not exactly my idea of fun, sitting in the middle of all those screaming kids, but the little guy’d have a blast.”

Deep Eddy was a park that had both a outdoor lap pool for adult swimmers, and a shallow wading pool for the kids. Marsh had told me during our kitchen conversation that one of the ways he worked out was by swimming laps. I knew he’d much rather be stroking his way up and down one of the lanes in the lap pool. The words came out of my mouth with hardly a thought.

“I could go too. You could do laps while I keep an eye on Jonah.”

Marsh’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’d really do that?”

“Sure I would.” Some devil in me had seen that the Atkins’ son might, just might be the way to get a little closer to the father. Even if nothing came of it, I still would have gotten to spend time with Marsh, who would, and this was not an insignificant detail, be in swim trunks a lot of the time.

“Well, I’ll have to ask Audrey. She’s very protective of Jonah–I didn’t mean it that way, Rob,” Marsh said, looking abashed as he realized the import of his words.

“It’s okay.” It’s not her son she should be worried about, I thought.

Marsh looked at me closely and there was something indefinable in his eyes. “I guess it’s true we haven’t known you very long. Funny, I keep forgetting that.” He turned to go, saying, “She’s leaving on Friday. Let’s plan on Saturday morning bright and early, before it gets too crowded.”

The next couple of days were agonizingly suspenseful, waiting to see if Audrey would actually leave–somehow I thought she might change her mind and stay–and hoping that the weather would be good that weekend. I needn’t have worried on the latter score. Each day loomed hot and sunny, and the television newscasts were talking about an incipient drought. On Friday evening, my cell phone rang while I was on my way home.

“You still on for tomorrow morning?” asked Marsh’s voice.

My heart leaped. “Sure,” I said, trying my best to sound casual.

“Okay then. Come by around eight-thirty. You sure you can get up that early?”

“For you I will,” I said, hastily adding, “And Jonah.”

Marsh laughed. “Good man. He’s really looking forward to this.”

The next morning the three of us piled into the Blazer, equipped with sunscreen, cooler, duffel bags, and Jonah’s water toys. Marsh carefully belted his son into the back seat, but trouble began brewing when he and I got in the front.

“Want to ride in front,” Jonah protested.

“Got to stay in back, buddy,” Marsh replied. “It’s only for a little while.”

Logic and reason had little meaning for poor Jonah, obviously missing Audrey. He repeated his request more insistently, his lower lip beginning to puff out, a warning sign. Before he could erupt into a full-blown wail, I decided to try my hand at smoothing things over.

“I’ll get in back with you, Jonah.”

As I climbed into the rear seat, Jonah glared at me suspiciously. I was not, after all, his mother. I thought of something. “Here,” I said, reaching into my front pocket. “Ever seen anything like this?”

It was a little gadget that I had received as a gift at some Christmas party, the kind of thing that everyone exclaims over for five minutes and then forgets about–a hand-held, battery operated fan with soft rubber blades, that you could turn on by twisting the little head on which it was mounted. This one had a gimmick, though. It sat in a carrying case, equipped with a little spray bottle that sat behind the blades. You could fill the bottle with water, turn the fan on, push the plunger, and spritz yourself with a cool mist as well as enjoy the breeze. When I’d received it, in a clear plastic and cardboard package emblazoned with the legend “REVOLUTIONARY MISTING HAND FAN,” I’d thought to myself that a kid would like this thing. Now I was about to give my theory a field test.

Jonah took the fan curiously, momentarily diverted, at least. I showed him how to turn the thing on and off and he very quickly got the hang of it. I pointed the fan toward him so that the breeze stirred his soft brown hair. I gave him an experimental spritz and he giggled with delight. I looked up to see Marsh grinning back at me.

“Thanks, Uncle,” he said, and started the car.

Fortunately the trip to the park was a short one. On the way Jonah discovered that the fan blades would stop instantly at the slightest touch, a built-in safety feature. This, together with spraying the back of his dad’s head, kept him happily occupied until we got to the parking lot, which despite our strategy was already half full. We found a spot and unloaded. Weighted down with our equipment and a small boy, Marsh and I made our way toward the pool.

The park was laid out to have as much natural land as possible. The two pools had concrete decks, but there was plenty of grassy lawn all around, shaded with trees. It took much longer than I would have imagined to get ourselves to a shaded, comfortable spot not too far from the water, spread a towel on the ground, unpack our stuff and settle down. But at last, the three of us were ready to have fun.

“Daddy, can we go swimming?” Jonah said plaintively. He was still holding the toy I had given him.

“Yes we can, if you’ll put the fan down and let me take off your clothes,” his father answered. Catching me completely by surprise, Marsh stood and slipped his T-shirt off over his head, then unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I was slightly disappointed at the fashionably baggy, patterned boxer-style trunks that appeared underneath, but Marsh dressed only in swimsuit and flip-flops was nevertheless a breathtaking sight up close. I felt downright intimidated following suit, but nevertheless peeled down to my own conservative Speedos. I looked up to find Marsh’s eyes on me.

“You white man,” he said.

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