Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

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  The pale light of dawn found us still locked together, Jen woke me with a kiss and I pulled her onto me, kissing her hard. She slapped by bottom hard and suggested that we had plenty of time to have fun before breakfast.

  "You are insatiable," I chided.

  She looked straight into my eyes and turned very serious, "we may never do this again, I want to make the most of it."

  That statement hit me hard, an empty feeling filled my chest. I knew at that moment that this was not just a fling, an experiment, this was what I really wanted, Jen was intelligent, fun, beautiful and in love with me. I loved her, the thought of not being with her suddenly made me want to cry. I had serious decisions to make; but they would have to wait. Now I wanted more of what this lovely woman could offer me.

  Jen slapped my bottom again, she whispered in my ear,"I want you to take those stockings off, you've had them on all night, you dirty girl." I tried my very best to do a slinky, sexy walk and probably failed but I was playing to very receptive audience. I slipped them down slowly and threw them to Jen who, to my surprise slid them on.

  She jumped off the bed, grabbed me and then kissed me tenderly. I asked her to turn around; I held her close, cupped her breasts and kissed the back of her neck. She pushed her bottom against me and slowly bent forward. As she did I kissed her, all the way down her back. I backed away watching her wiggle her lovely bum, she bent almost double, holding her ankles. She moved her hands up over my stockings and up to her inner thighs. She spread her cheeks to give me a perfect view of her arsehole.

  "All yours Alice," she crooned.

  "I thought you'd never ask," I replied.

  Kneeling behind her I slid my hands up her perfect legs to her firm buttocks. I parted them and stared into her perfect, pink pussy. I inhaled the scent of her, sweet and delicious. I sucked gently on her warm folds, teasing her, tasting her. I felt her fingertips brush my lips as she pleasured herself. My tongue was coated with her juices, I pushed in deep and felt her push back, grinding into my face. Jen was close to her zenith, I knew what I had to do to help her reach it. I pushed her away enough to allow me to move my tongue up towards her little rosebud. She sighed as I teased it; cried out as I probed it and came hard and loud as I sucked on it. Her legs trembled and buckled under her as she collapsed on me.

  Laughing, she rolled over onto me, giving me a long sensuous kiss.

  "I am never going to let you get away from me," she promised.

  That was promise I was definitely going to hold her to!

  The End.

  Cuddy is Caught!

  It had happened again. As Cuddy took a seat behind her desk, she tried to blot the memory of this morning from her mind, and to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. Her miniskirt was barely containing the wetness from therein. Lucas had finished first again - and there was no time for her to reach that elusive orgasm. She picked up some paperwork in an effort to distract herself. But soon began to realise that the words were simply not sinking in. Concentration was proving impossible.

  She dropped the paperwork frustratedly onto the desk.

  'Could I?' she muttered to herself. 'There's no one here. The blinds are closed...'

  At first dismissing the thought, she then succumbed reluctantly to the temptation, seeing no other option. Her hand moved slowly towards her breasts. Although they were contained by a thin, low cut t-shirt and a bra, her erect nipples could easily be felt. Everybody she passed on her way in probably noticed them. A slight whimper of excitement escaped her lips as she brushed delicately over their sensitive surface.

  Soon, her other hand began to trace it's way down her stomach, moving slowly onto her panties to relieve the burning within. She felt the warmness, and slowly stroked her hand back and forth, making herself moan audibly with pleasure from this teasing action.

  At possibly the worst time, the door burst open, forcing her to remove her hands in a flustered panic. Thirteen was the one who had burst through. She appeared unaware of any interruption and began speaking quickly.

  'House sent me,' she began. 'We need to cut out a man's...are you okay? You look a little...'

  'I'm fine,' Cuddy replied.

  'Wait...were you?' a smile broke across Thirteen's face. Cuddy remembered with a flash of hope, that she was bisexual. 'You were masturbating weren't you?'

  'Not at all, I was-'

  'Oh wow. I can't wait to tell House'

  'No! I wasn't...you can't!'

  'Well I guess I don't have too...' Thirteen said with a grin.

  Cuddy realised where she was going.

  Thirteen approached her desk, biting her lip sexily. Then she bent over, revealing a delicious cleavage. Having given her the full view, she subsequently lowered herself to her knees, and crawled under the desk out of view.

  'What are you doing!' Cuddy said, attempting to sound authoritative.

  'I think you know,' came Thirteen's husky voice. Damn it sounded sexy. 'I'm going to help relieve your attention'

  'Wait,' Cuddy said, still trying to be defiant. 'What if someone sees you!'

  'Relax,' came a voice from below. 'You can't see under the desk unless you're on your hands and knees. And the blinds on the door are shut'

  'But...'

  Cuddy was cut short as a tongue began slowly caressing her leg, moving upwards to her thigh until it reached her skirt. It's warm embrace sent shivers through her whole body, and re-emphasised the yearning in her pussy. There was a tug, and then another, and the skirt was slowly slid off.

  'Wow, you're really wet!' said Thirteen as she moved her hands expertly and erotically around her thighs. She was an accomplished teaser, Cuddy began to realise.

  Before she could reply, she felt a soft but probing tongue trace around her panties.

  'Mmmmm,' she heard from below. 'You taste good'

  Cuddy took a quick look below and saw Thirteen, in only a bra and jeans, with a hand submerged below the skintight jeans flexing and caressing. A cute smile blossomed on Thirteen's face.

  'I like to play with myself when I licks pussy,' she said enticingly. 'In fact I can rarely resist'

  As her attention moved back towards Cuddy's pussy, Cuddy herself, found she was staring directly, and lustily at Thirteen's chest. A small upwards glance by Thirteen meant she noticed the attention her breasts were getting.

  Moving her free hand across them, she said, 'you like?'

  Cuddy nodded absent mindedly.

  'You want me to take my bra off?'

  A quick glance at the door did nothing to abate Cuddy's desire to see the flesh below.

  'Yes,' she said, trying not to consider the depths to which her authority was waning.

  Thirteen reached around and unhooked it. She toyed with the fabric slightly, wiggling her hips in a sexy motion. All the while she held her bra in front of her breasts. She was driving Cuddy wild. She'd never experienced lesbian sex before but she certainly had a ferocious urge now.

  Eventually Thirteen lowered the bra. The most beautifully crafted breasts were revealed, small but so firm and with the cutest hard nipples. Thirteen giggled at her expression.

  'Let's get these off,' she said, indicating towards Cuddy's panties. 'I'm hungry for you'

  Her hands grasped each side, and slowly slid them down Cuddy's smooth legs, revealing a shaved and throbbing pussy below.

  Thirteen wasted no time in getting involved. Her tongue immediately plunged into the waiting pussy. The suddenness and hunger of the assault elicited a groan of pleasure from Cuddy as she arced her back with desire. Thirteen giggled at the effects of her skills, as Cuddy moved her hands over her breasts and began to softly fondle up her shirt.

  The groans began to blend together into a long cacophony of pleasure. Thirteen too, as her tongue worked greedily, had begun to moan as she got closer and closer to a fingering climax.

  And then the door burst open once more, and Gregory House, of all people, limped thro
ugh without speaking. This action precisely coincided with the simultaneous orgasms of both Cuddy and Thirteen.

  'Ooooh God!' Cuddy screamed in a mixture of horror and immense pleasure. Soon his presence was forgotten in amongst the toe curling blitz of delight in which she had become encompassed.

  'Oooooh Remy!' she shouted without an iota of embarrassment or a single thought towards holding anything back.

  Her cries were echoed by Thirteen who squirted copiously into her jeans and panties as the throes of orgasm stipulated by her fingers overcame her. Her tongue embraced the throbbing clitorus of Cuddy all the while, and their groans of gratification filled the room without a care for the unwanted presence therein. Cuddy found one of her hands pushing Thirteen's face into her pussy as the other stroked her nipple.

  They each writhed together in perfect bliss, and Cuddy even found herself thrusting her shapely hips up and down, effectively humping Thirteen's eager tongue. The pleasure of orgasm flooded through each of them.

  Eventually though, they both calmed and settled from the waves of delight. Thirteen's head bobbed gleefully to the surface.

  'That was great!' she said happily, before a luck of shock developed as she saw who was standing in watch. In a delayed reaction, her hands covered her breasts. Cuddy tried to hide her deep satisfaction with a scowl which never quite managed to manifest. All she could manage was a look of obscured post-orgasmic happiness.

  'Well that was interesting,' House said, before he turned on his heels and limped away again.

  They turned to face each other.

  'What's he going to do?' said Thirteen with a large degree of worry.

  'I have no idea,' said Cuddy, unable to to remove the grin from her face. 'But I suspect this won't be the last time we do this. Whether we want to or not'

  The End.

  Erin Andrews

  I had worked at the upscale hotel in our college town for just over a year while finishing up grad school. Most of my hours were spent bartending in the hotel lounge. The tips were good as most guests in the 4 star hotel were on business so they had expense accounts and we definitely were the nicest hotel in the medium sized college town. We even had few regulars as salesman and women came through town. Most of the celebrities stayed there as well but they rarely left their rooms or at a minimum just sent their people out for requests. The one exception was the ESPN crews.

  The on air talent often stopped in for a drink or three after a game and made great converstions prior to closing time. They usually didn't have to get up for anything but a flight home the next day so staying out late wasn't a problem. It was through these sessions that I finally met Erin Andrews. She never came down from her room at first, but after the other guys in the crew worked on her and told her there weren't many people in bar an no one would bother her she finally started to hang out and have a drink at the end of their workdays. I had probably served her 3 or 4 times, always probably a little too quick to give her free on the house, but hey she was smoking hot and I wanted her to stick around as long as possible. She was actually pretty funny and after a drink or two would laugh hysterically at Mussberger's stories about broadcasting in the 60's and 70's. I even got to be on a first name basis with her so that she would stop in an say hello if I was working in the evening before she headed out with the crew to cover a basketball game.

  Luckily this year our basketball arena hosted our conference tournament and ESPN was there to cover it for the weekend. Games started on Thursday and ran through Sunday so the crew would in town for at least 4 days. I stopped in at the bar on Thursday afternoon to check the weekend schedule and was just relaxing sitting on a stool drinking a soda when I heard knock on the glass door. I saw Erin standing there with a stack of papers peering in the window and sticking her tongue out at me. Jumping off the bar stool I hurried over and unlocked the door opening it up as she walked away.

  "Hey Erin," I called out.

  "Oh hey," she responded turning back towards me, "Alex, you didn't have to unlock the door. I just saw you sitting in there while I was walking by and banged on the glass to say hi. My damn luggage got held up at the airport and we've got a game in 4 hours so I had to snag notes from the producer to cram some info on the coaches and teams. I gotta get back up stairs and get ready but we'll probably all be in the bar later. Are you working tonight?"

  "Yeah, I was just checking the schedule and I'll be there tonight 'til close."

  "I should have known, do you work every night or just the nights when we're in town? I swear you must check the football and basketball schedule." She laughed lightly at her tease.

  "Of course I do," I admitted. "Mussburger leaves great tips and tells great stories."

  "Uh huh. I'm sure that is the only reason." She rolled her eyes at me before stepping onto the just arrived elevator. Erin was never conceited when she sat around with the guys, she knew she was hot and that guys lusted after her but once with a group of friends she just had fun.

  "O.K. you got me Erin, I like checking out your ass too!"

  Her eyes bugged out a bit as she pretended to be mad through clenched teeth, "Shut up!" The elevator door shut as she shook her head at me. I couldn't believe I said that to her face but it all stemmed from the last time she and guys were in the bar. They were all teasing her about some fan that kept yelling,"Erin I love you! I'll pick your ass for you!" during a recent game after she got busted trying to discreetly pull her underwear out of her ass crack when she thought no one was looking. The guys kept teasing her all night about checking her ass for pantylines or a thong. She took it all in good nature as she had really become one of the guys, even when one of the sound guys played the Thong Song on his phone for her.

  Of course she had to know I wasn't entirely kidding about checking out her ass. She once busted me looking down her top when she leaned over the bar to grab some cherries out of the fruit tray. Her scoop neck sweater gave me a pretty good view of her well rounded tits pushed together in a white bra before she busted me and threw a cherry in my face. I thik she was a little drunk at the time so she quickly forgot about it. It was one of the only times she had more than 2 martinis in a night.

  Just as I was leaving the hotel for class I ran into my friend Mikel. He asked me to come in a little early and cover for him at the bellman desk for a few hours while he took his grandma to the doctor. It would only be for a couple hours and he'd be back well before my bar shift began. I told him sure, since it was pretty easy and I could do it after class today. All I had to do was sit around, wait for someone with luggage and wheel it on a cart up to their room.

  A few hours later I was leaning on the bell stand when a woman from an airline walked in with a piece of rolling luggage carrying a clear plastic bag and an envelope.

  "Is there a Ms. Erin Andrews staying here?"

  Without even bothering to look it up I answered, "Yes, she's a guest here. Is that her luggage?"

  "Ah yeah, and tell her next time to think a little bit before packing her bag. I guess TSA freaked out when this one went through the scanner."

  She rolled the bag towards me and handed the envelope and the clear plastic bag to me. "Make sure she gets that, and sign here saying I left it with you." She pulled an electronic pad tethered to her hip up for me to sign before walking off. I don't think the woman had a clue who Erin was, just thought she was some novice traveller.

  I didn't really look at anything at first until I gathered the bag off the suitcase. It was pretty obvious what was in the clear plastic bag. I was immediately confused, shocked, surprised, all in one. I immediately looked at the clear bag and knew this was the referenced item in the letter, inside the bag was a thick rubbery penis shaped dildo, a metal vibrator with a charging cord wrapped around it, a battery pack, an alarm clock, and a bottle of lube. I took the bags up to Erin's room, knocking before entering, but knowing she had already left for the arena with tip off only about 2 hours away. She had a suite so I carried the big roller bag into the bedroom a
nd placed it on the suitcase stand for her. I placed the envelope on the table in the seating area. The envelope wasn't sealed so I carefully opened it and read the single page inside. Of course I also received a surprise when Erin shouted, "What the fuck are you doing?"

  I turned around in shock, holding a fake dick in my hand as I faced her.

  "Uhhh, they brought your bags to me to bring up and told me to tell you that you should think before you pack your bags. They thought you had a bomb in there. That's why your luggage was held up."

  "What?! Where did you get that stfuff in your hand, that is not mine! I just got called from the airline saying my luggage was here so I rushed back to grab my notes from the bag. Why on earth are you in my room with a bunch of....?" She clearly didn't know what to say to a bartender/bellman standing in her room holding a wobbly pink penis dildo in his hand.

  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked in the bag. Look I didn't touch your clothes bag, this stuff fell out of the clear bag when was wrestling around with the big bag, you know putting it on that stand." I lied as convicing as I could about the dildo just falling out.

  "What the fuck!" She seemed exasperated. "Well whatever. That stuff isn't mine and if I find out you put it here in some sick fucking stalker game I'll have you arrested. Now get out."

  I tried apologizing as I hurried out, "Look Erin, I'm sorry, I didn't put it here. I'm mean I brought it up, but it was only because the airline said it was yours. I..." I didn't even finish before she shut the door behind me. I knew she was freaked. After the peephole incident I am sure she was already suspicious in hotel rooms.

  I went back to the bell stand waiting for the cops to show up or something but they never did and I didn't see Erin leave but I knew she did because there she was reporting from courtside an hour later.

  I watched the game from inside the bar after Mikel releived me at the bellstand and I began my bartending shift. Mussberger kept hinting at the joke they had planned for Erin and she seemed nervous and laughed uneasily at their jabs tonight. After the game the guys all came in for a drink and to my surprise Erin came in as well, although a few minutes after the crew. They all stood and cheered, causing her face to blush. She walked up to me and actually smiled a bit.