I was the first to stir in the early light of dawn, the events of the previous night playing out in my mind like a feverish dream. I remembered I had left my tighty whities on the grass outside and so had no choice but to slip on another pair that lay discarded on the floor by the laundry basket and tiptoed out of the room, leaving Richard's sleeping form behind. Downstairs, the house was still, the quiet broken only by the distant sound of the grandfather clock ticking away the moments.
I found the kitchen, the room still holding the faint scent of last night's dinner. I fumbled for the coffee pot, filling it with water and grounds, the familiar routine grounding me in the reality of what had happened. As the water began to boil, I leaned against the counter, my thoughts racing. Richard's touch had been a revelation, a gentle storm that had left me reeling and hungry for more.
Just as the first cup of coffee was brewed, I heard the soft padding of footsteps on the floorboards. I turned to see Richard's mother, a gentle smile on her face as she wished me a good morning. She was a formidable woman, but kind and refreshingly liberal in her outlook upon life, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "How did you sleep, Steve?" she asked, her tone polite but not unkind.
I blushed, acutely aware of the scent of sex and weed that still lingered on me, as evidence of our nocturnal escapades. "Fine, Mrs. Hartwell," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's such a peaceful place here."
“You are so formal, Steve, call me Teresa, please and yes," she said, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "The quiet can be quite soothing, can't it? I hope you all had a lovely time last night, by the way?"
Her knowing look made me squirm. "It was... different, Teresa," I managed, pouring the coffee into a mug and offering it to her.
"Different is good," she said, taking the mug with a nod of thanks. "It's how we grow, how we learn about ourselves, and I'm pleased that Richard had you to learn with. Next time, though, you might want to collect your tighty whities instead of leaving them on the grass," as she held them up to show me. Perhaps the washing machine is a better place."
I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over me. "Thanks," I said, taking the underwear with a sheepish smile. "I'll get right on that."
"Take your time," she said, sipping her coffee. "Breakfast will be ready in an hour. I'm sure you both could use the rest."
Dying of embrassment, holding the damp tighty whities, I looked at her and asked, "How much did you see lastnight? We assumed you were in bed fast asleep with Mr. Hartwell."
Teresa chuckled lightly. "Well, I might not have seen everything," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "But I heard enough to know you two had a... memorable evening." She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze meeting mine over the rim of the mug. "And I must admit, I did catch a glimpse when I went out to the garden for some fresh air."
Her expression was warm, surprisingly devoid of judgment. "It's not every day a mother gets to see her son so alive and engaged with someone," she said, her eyes lingering on the tighty whities still clutched in my hand. "I've always known Richard had a curiosity about the world, and it's beautiful to see that extend to matters of the heart."
"But," she continued, her voice taking on a slightly more serious tone, "I hope you're prepared for what this might mean. Being with my son is not a simple affair. His heart is pure and trusting, but it's also fragile, and he might fall in love with you if you’re not careful."
"I-I didn't mean to," I stuttered, feeling the weight of her words. "We just... it just happened."
Teresa's smile softened. "I know, dear," she said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It's not something you can plan, especially for Richard. Love tends to sneak up on him like that, and we have often had a chat about how he feels and what he wants. I know my son very well, and if he decided to explore you, you tick all his boxes."
"But," she added, her eyes searching mine. "You must understand, he's been hurt before. So, if you're not looking for something serious, something that could last, you need to tell him now."
“I thought it was the time?"
Teresa's expression grew wistful. "Oh, he's been in love before," she said, her eyes faraway. "But it was never like this, and it never became physical, and so, you are the first to share him physically if you get my meaning. You must be something special, and I guessed correctly when I offered you the position."
“You guessed I was gay that quickly?” I asked, “And you had a cunning plan all the time.”
“A mother wants the best for their children, and the first time I talked with you, I had a feeling. Call it a mother's intuition.”
The weight of her words settled over me like a warm blanket that weighed heavily upon me. "I don't know what to say," I admitted, my heart racing.
Teresa patted my arm. "Just be honest with him," she said gently. "And with yourself. If you think you can handle this and love him the way he deserves to be loved, then pursue this. But if you can't, if you're just playing around, then let him down gently. He's been through enough."
Her words resonated deep within me, a reminder of the responsibility that came with the incredible intimacy Richard and I had shared. I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. "I'll think about it," I managed to say, my voice hoarse.
"That's all I ask,” Teresa declared. “Now, take those tighty whities off because they’re not clean on today, are they, and use the shower in the utility room and wash yourself because you stink of weed and sex, and I will put all the underwear in the washing machine. Besides, I want to see what you look like. Call it a mother’s curiosity. Besides, it’s been a long time since I saw a fit young man."
Her tone was playful, but I knew she was giving me a chance to prove myself, in her eyes, at least. I nodded and slipped my tighty whities off and handed her all three pairs, my cheeks burning as I stood there ready to head towards the utility room. "Quite beautiful," she commented, “You're a fine specimen, I have to say."
"Thank you," I said while blushing. "Richard thought so too," was all I could say before I walked out of the kitchen towards the utility room.
The cold water washed away the stickiness and the smell of the night, leaving me feeling slightly more composed. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the kitchen, where Teresa was setting the table for breakfast.
"You okay?" she asked, noticing my pink cheeks.
"Just a little bit embarrassed, I guess. It’s not every day that you have such a chat with someone’s mother and then satisfy her curiosity by stripping off for an inspection."
Teresa chuckled, her eyes crinkling with mirth. "You're quite the modest one, aren't you?" she said, setting the last plate down with a clink. "Don't worry, dear. In this house, we're all a little unconventional. Doug and I have always encouraged the kids to be at ease with their bodies, and nudity in the family is second nature. It's just you haven’t experienced it yet since you arrived."
As if on cue, Richard shuffled into the kitchen, his sightless gaze sweeping the room. "Good morning," he called out cheerfully, his voice a little raspy from sleep.
"Good morning, darling," his mother responded. "Steve’s here and you've forgotten to get dressed, by the way, and I have just enjoyed a lovely chat with Steve."
"Morning, Richard," I said, looking at his naked form for the first time in daylight.
"Morning, Steve," he replied, his voice filled with the same warmth as the night before. "Mom, can you tell me where my tighty whities are then so that I can put them on?"
"Would those be the tighty whities you left on the grass last night, along with the medium size tighty whities lying next to them?"
His cheeks went from their usual pale colour to a shade of crimson. "Yes," he mumbled, "those would be mine."
"Well, they're in the washing machine, where they should have been in the first place. Now, go and have a shower, and you can join Steve at the breakfast bar afterwards."
The sound of Richard's bare feet retreating down the hallway was soon replaced by the rush of water from the shower. Teresa handed me a cup of coffee with a knowing smile. "It's going to be an interesting summer, I suspect?" she mused.
I took a sip, the bitter brew doing little to soothe my racing thoughts. "I think you might be correct," I admitted. “Are you sure you don’t mind what’s happened last night?”
Teresa nodded, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. "I don’t mind at all. Actually, I’m feeling delighted, but remember, Steve," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as we sat at the breakfast bar, "love is a powerful thing. It can heal, but it can also break. So, tread carefully."
With her words lingering in the air, Richard emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, a towel slung low around his waist, showcasing the muscles of his abdomen. He looked like a Greek statue come to life, albeit one with a shy smile. "Good morning again, Steve," he said, his voice a soft caress. “I’m feeling so much better after that shower.”
Richard gave me a swift kiss as his mother bustled around the kitchen, placing a steaming plate of eggs and bacon before us. "Eat up," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You two have a full day ahead."
Richard's hand found mine under the table, his touch sending a jolt of excitement through me. "How about we go for a hike?" he suggested, his voice still a little rough. "We could even stay naked for the whole day if you fancy."
"Naked?" I echoed, surprised by his suggestion. But then again, why not? We were already living in a bubble of our own making, so why not push the boundaries even further? "What about your mother and sister? They might not like it, and your father might have something to say as well."
Richard chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and sending a thrill down my spine. "They're used to it," he said casually. "We have a clothing-optional rule here, and I like to feel the sun and the wind on my skin. I warn you now, Liz is like me and will often invoke the clothing-optional rule, although.... I've never seen her," laughing at his own joke.
Teresa rolled her eyes but said nothing, confirming Richard's words. The thought of a naked hike was both terrifying and exhilarating. But the way Richard spoke of it, so matter-of-factly, made it sound like the most natural thing in the world.
"Mum, what do you think?" Richard asked. "Would you mind if we stay naked for the day because it's going to be very hot today?"
Teresa chuckled, shaking her head. "You two do whatever makes you happy," she said, placing a plate in the dishwasher. "Just be careful of the thorns and don't scare the horses. Besides, I have seen Steve in his natural form, have I?"
We exchanged a look, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of a day spent naked in the countryside. “Yep, you have, Teresa,” I confirmed, as Richard's hand squeezed mine, in a silent agreement and an indication that it was going to be hot, but not necessarily because of the weather.
The kitchen was already a sea of nudity or partial nudity, at least on my part, when Liz wandered into the kitchen, her naked form unabashedly on display. Her breasts swayed gently with each step, her nipples pert from the cool morning air. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly, and she had a tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip. She looked like a goddess of the woods, untouched and yet fully aware of the power she wielded.
"Morning, mum, morning boys. How are you feeling today?" she asked with a beaming smile wide across her face from ear to ear.
"Very well, thank you," I said, my cheeks burning once again. It was one thing to engage in a sexual escapade with her brother, quite another to discuss it with her over breakfast.
"Good morning, darling," Teresa responded. "Nice to see you setting an example so early in the day."
"Morning, Sis," Richard chipped in.
Liz's gaze swept over us, a knowing glint in her eye. "So, it seems last night wasn't a one-off," she said, her voice teasing. "Well, I'm happy for you two. Just remember, I've got the master key to the house. So, if you need any... privacy," she winked, "you know where to go."
"Liz, enough of that if you don't mind. Naturists we might be, but some conversations should remain private," Teresa reminded her daughter, "And you are not so squeaky clean yourself."
Liz giggled and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. "I'm just saying, mum, if the boys need to get frisky, I've got them covered," as she took a bite and winked at Richard and Steve. "What you both got planned today?"
"We're going to stay naked all day," Richard announced, his voice filled with excitement. "And we're going for a hike and a swim. Want to come with us?"
Liz's chewing paused for a beat before she swallowed her apple slice with a smirk. "Well, that's a first," she said. "But sure, why not? It's not like I haven't seen it all before."
"Liz!" Teresa said, a reminder for polite conversation.
"Well, it's true, mum, I have seen it all before.... sorry. I forgot."
Teresa rolled her eyes and finished up the dishes, "Just keep it PG, please."
We laughed awkwardly and finished our breakfast, the tension in the room electric but not uncomfortable. After we cleared the table, Richard turned to me with a grin that was both innocent and mischievous. "Ready?" he asked, already letting the towel drop from his waist.
I swallowed hard, my eyes drawn to the beauty of his naked form. The sun had just begun to peek through the kitchen windows, casting a soft golden light over his skin. I nodded, my towel following suit, landing on the kitchen floor, and together we stepped out of the house, feeling the cool morning breeze kiss our bare skin.
Picking up the towels, Teresa watched us leave, a hint of concern in her eyes as she turned to Liz, who was still standing by the kitchen counter, her nudity a stark contrast to her mother's casual attire. "You're the oldest here," she said, her voice a mix of affection and seriousness. "Make sure Richard's okay, and... well, I know it's not my place to say, but maybe you should think about your comfort levels and modesty. Your father's away, and I wouldn't want..."
Liz took a bite of her apple, chewing thoughtfully before speaking. "Don't worry, Mum," she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I can handle myself." She leaned in, her bare breasts brushing against the counter. "And I think it's important for Richard to explore his boundaries. He's been cooped up in here for too long, and Steve's good for him."
Teresa sighed, her expression a blend of concern and resignation. "I get that, but perhaps you should wear something just in case, darling," she said, reaching out to give Liz a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. "I don't want any hearts getting broken."
“If they are going to stay like that for the day, so should I, if only to make them feel more relaxed and at ease.”
Teresa decided not to argue with her daughter. It sort of made sense, and naturism was a family thing anyway. “Well, if that’s the plan, pack a picnic and enjoy yourself,” was all she said as Liz watched her brother in the garden holding the hand of his new boyfriend.
Richard and I settled into the garden chairs, the early morning dew cool on our bare skin. The sun was still low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lawn. The smell of freshly cut grass mingled with the scent of the blooming roses, creating a heady atmosphere that seemed to heighten our senses.
"I can smell you and your desire, Steve," Richard declared. "You’re erect already?"
I looked at him, astonished at his perception. "It smells that much?"
"It does to me," he said with a smug smile. "But that's not all I can smell, but androsterone is a very powerful scent. Blind people, you know, can detect subtle differences in male body odour, and you are smelling very appealing, Steve.”
“I didn’t know that, Richard,” I responded as my eyes widened when Liz emerged from the house, her naked body moving with the grace of a gazelle. She was clearly comfortable in her skin, but seeing her fully exposed in the light of day was something else entirely. She had the same lean musculature as her brother, and her curves were more pronounced, her skin a canvas of freckles that danced across her shoulders and down her arms. She was also carrying a backpack, which indicated she had packed for the day ahead.
"So, what's the plan?" she asked, her voice light and playful as she sat down on the chair next to Richard. Her eyes swept over me, and I felt a sudden jolt of awareness, her gaze lingering on my half-erect member. "I packed some sunscreen and emergency underwear, in case you two need it, and Mum made us a packed lunch."
"Thanks, Liz," Richard said, his voice warm. "That's very thoughtful of you. By the way, you smell lovely today."
I couldn't help but stare at her, my thoughts racing. "Yeah, thanks," I managed to murmur, trying to ignore the way my cock twitched in response to her nearness and Richard's hand in mine. I felt a desire for Richard, but I also felt an affinity with Liz and the fact that she was comfortable with my physical relationship with her brother.
"So, Liz, do you have any special requests for our hike and swim today?" Richard asked, his voice full of mischief.
Liz bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, now that you mention it," she began, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I've been thinking..."
The words hung in the air for a moment, thick with anticipation. Richard and I leaned in, our curiosity piqued. "What is it?" I prompted, my voice a whisper.
Liz took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the motion. "Well," she said, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. "Since we're going to be out in nature all day, I was thinking... why not make it a day of complete and utter indulgence? A day of gratuitous sex and orgasms."
The words hung in the air like a bombshell, leaving Richard and me stunned. My cock, which had been at half-mast, now stood at full attention. Richard's hand tightened around mine, his breath hitching. "Sis," he began, his voice a mix of shock and excitement. "Are you serious?"
Liz's grin grew wider, her eyes flicking from Richard to me and back again. "Dead serious," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. "You two looked so happy last night, I figured, why not just let the love flow today?" She leaned back in her chair, her legs splayed slightly apart. "Besides," she added with a wink, "I wouldn't mind joining in on the fun. It's boring on my own since I don't have a lover."
The proposal hung in the air, thick and electric. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "But your mother..." I began, unsure how to continue.
"Mum's cool with it," Liz assured us with a wave of her hand. "She's always telling us to live our lives, to be free and happy."
I looked at Richard, his expression a mix of excitement and anxiety. "Are you okay with this?" I whispered, searching for any hint of hesitation.
He nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "More than okay," he said, his voice low and needy. "I trust you, Steve, and if you were as blind as I, you would be able to smell my desire for you."
With that, Liz stood up. "Great. Sex and orgasms it is, so let's get going," she said, her eyes alight with excitement.
So, it was agreed and following Liz's lead, I took Richard's hand in mine and we started walking along the path, towards a day of gratuitous sex and orgasms as Liz had suggested.
After a short trek, we arrived at our destination, a hayfield that bordered a creek. The scene was a picturesque slice of countryside heaven, with tall grasses swaying gently in the breeze and the soft gurgle of water providing a tranquil backdrop. The sun had climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything, making the air feel alive with the promise of sensual adventure.
I stood behind Richard, my arms wrapping around his waist, and took a moment to breathe in the scent of the earth and the sweetness of the wildflowers scattered throughout the field. "It's like a sea of gold," I described, "with a line of green where the creek cuts through, and the trees whispering secrets to each other along the banks."
His breath caught, and he leaned back into my embrace, his body fitting against mine like the final piece of a puzzle. "It sounds beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. I felt his bottom press against my groin, my cock hard, nestled gently against the gap in his cheeks, a silent plea for more than just verbal stimulation.
Liz had been quietly following us, her eyes on the horizon, seemingly lost in her thoughts. But as she heard Richard's response, she turned to us with a knowing smile. "This is perfect. We can relax, swim and explore," she declared, her voice a siren's call to pleasure.
Without waiting for an answer, she began unpacking the backpack. I watched, while providing Richard with a running commentary, as she laid out the picnic blanket, followed by the Tupperware with our packed lunch with a couple of bottles of white wine and some plastic cups. Next, she pulled out of the backpack a tube of suntan cream, two pairs of tighty whities and a pair of knickers. "Don't worry, boys, the underwear is emergency use only," she assured us as she shoved them back in the backpack.
Next, she pulled out the most unexpected item, a vibrator that had to be at least ten inches in length. I stared at it in disbelief. "What?" Liz said.
"What is it, Steve?" Richard demanded.
"Liz has brought a vibrator with her," I told Richard. "It's huge and unreasonably long and thick."
"What?" Richard asked. "She brought what?"
"For fucks sake, boys, I brought a fucking vibrator since it's going to be the only dick I get today or any day at the moment. Is that okay with you two?"
I couldn't help but laugh at Liz's bluntness. "It's more than okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But I didn't know you used one, Liz."
" Steve? Women do pleasure themselves, you know, especially when there isn't much acceptable cock around. Wanking and pleasuring is not exclusively a male thing, you know."
I remained quiet, as did Richard, as she continued to unpack stuff from the backpack. A bag of weed and a rolling tray with all the expected trimmings, and a lighter. The last items left me shocked more than the vibrator, though. "I brought these thinking you boys might need them," she declared.
"What is it?" Richard demanded to know.
Liz looked at me with a cheeky grin as I whispered in Richard's ear. "A tube of lubricant and a box of condoms."
"Oh," Richard responded.
Liz's eyes searched my face for a reaction, but all I could muster was a nod. Her practicality was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. I looked down at Richard, who had gone quiet, his earlier excitement replaced with a look of contemplation.
"Don't worry, Richard," Liz said gently, her voice carrying across the field. "We're not going to jump into anything you're not ready for,” as she placed the items aside and turned her attention to the picnic basket. "Let's have some lunch and enjoy the sun first, shall we?"
The tension eased as we sat down on the blanket, the warmth of the sun on our skin and the sound of the creek providing a serene setting for our midday meal. The conversation remained light, with Liz sharing stories of her college escapades and her latest obsession with photography. Richard and I listened, our hands entwined, as we enjoyed the simple pleasure of good company and food.
After we had eaten our fill, Liz suggested we take a dip in the creek to cool off. We made our way to the water's edge, the coolness of the shade a welcome relief from the sun's warm embrace. Richard, ever the brave soul, his cock already hard from our earlier conversation, was first to wade into the water. Liz followed suit, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved, and I couldn't help but stare at the beauty of her uncovered body. I followed up as tail-end Charlie, enjoying the refreshing water, sending goosebumps down my spine as I waded in. Richard's hand found mine again, and together we embraced in a simple kiss.
Liz stood waist deep in the water, watching us with a small smile. "You two are adorable," she said, her eyes sparkling.
We spent a long while in the water, splashing and playing, our laughter echoing through the field. Richard's touch grew bolder, his hands exploring my body with a newfound confidence, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles and the sensitive spots I never knew I had.
The moment came, though, when Liz decided, three was a crowd as she returned to the picnic blanket, leaving us to explore each other as the sun was now high in the sky. We kissed with increased passion as Liz watched from the safety of the blanket, her presence becoming distant to Richard and me.
Richard broke the kiss we were sharing, his hands clutching either side of my bottom. "I want you, Steve. But I've never done it with anyone."
"I've never done it with anyone either," I confessed.
We stared into each other's eyes, the moment feeling like it had been drawn out into an eternity. Richard's breathing grew heavier, and his grip on my hips tightened. His cock pressed against my stomach, the warmth and urgency of his need unmistakable. I leaned down, my mouth finding the smooth skin of his neck, kissing and nibbling gently, feeling his pulse quicken beneath my lips.
"Will Liz be okay with this?" I whispered, the question hanging in the air like a wisp of smoke.
"Trust me, she's cool," Richard reassured me, his voice a soft rumble against my skin. "Besides, she watched us last night and she suggested we could have our fun today."
I glanced back at Liz, her eyes closed as she caressed the massive vibrator in her hand. The gentle buzz grew louder, and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Her legs were spread slightly, one hand cupping her breast, the other working the toy in slow, deliberate strokes. My eyes widened, but Richard's grip on me didn't loosen. Instead, he urged me closer, our erections pressing together as we stood chest to chest in the shallow water.
“Your sister is already playing with her toy, you know, Richard,” I advised him.
"I guess she couldn't wait," Richard murmured against my neck, his breath warm and uneven. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but watch as Liz's hips began to rock in time with her movements. The sight was both erotic and a little overwhelming, but Richard's insistent touch brought me back to our shared moment.
"Take me to the blanket, Steve," Richard whispered, his voice filled with a need that washed away any lingering doubt.
"Okay," I said as our eyes locked as we stepped out of the water. The coolness of the air was a stark contrast to the heat between us, our bodies glistening with water and desire. Even though Richard couldn’t see, his eyes were beautiful, and I couldn’t get away with not looking into them every opportunity I had. I was ready to share with him the next step, and he knew it and equally wanted me, his desire unmistakable.
Gently, I pushed Richard onto the picnic blanket, the softness cushioning his back as he lay down, his blind eyes staring up at the sky. His cock was a proud declaration of his arousal, standing tall and thick against his stomach. My heart hammered in my chest as I reached for the tube of lube that Liz had laid out so casually earlier. I squeezed a generous amount into my hand, the gel warm and slippery.
Straddling Richard's hips, I felt the heat from his body radiate through me, igniting a fire that I hadn't realised had been smouldering for so long. His eyes searched for mine, a silent plea for reassurance, and I leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, whispering, "We're going to take this slow, okay?" His nod was all the encouragement I needed as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, the gel coating him with ease.
Positioning his tip at my entrance, I took a deep breath and began to lower myself, feeling the initial resistance of my body give way to the insistent pressure of Richard's cock. The pain was sharp and intense, but I pushed through it, my eyes never leaving his, his face a mask of concentration and need. As the pain continued, his hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as I descended, his moans of pleasure mixing with my gasps of pain.
Slowly, oh so slowly, his cock slid into me, inch by inch, until I could feel his balls pressing against me. I paused, the sensation overwhelming, the fullness a stark contrast to the initial pain I had experienced. "Make love to me," I whispered, my voice a hoarse plea. Richard's grip on my thighs tightened, his thumbs caressing my skin as he began to move, his hips lifting to meet my own. The pain subsided, morphing into a new, alien sensation that was both strange and exhilarating.
With each thrust, I grew more accustomed to the feeling of being filled, my body adjusting and welcoming him in. Our rhythm grew more urgent, our breaths mingling with the rustle of the grass and the gentle whispers of the breeze. I watched as Liz's hand moved the vibrator, matching our rhythm. The sight of her, lost in her world of pleasure, was almost too much to bear, but I kept my focus on Richard, his face contorted in ecstasy as we moved together, our bodies speaking a language that was beyond words.
The tension grew, my muscles clenching around him, his movements growing more urgent. "I'm going to come," I warned, my voice shaky with need. "Come with me," Richard urged, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through my entire being. And with one final, deep thrust, I did, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I rode out the most intense climax of my life as my seed spurted out of me, only to land on Richard's face and chest followed by more spurts landing on his stomach.
My vision blurred, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I threw my head back, letting out a guttural cry that was echoed by Richard's own as he spilt his seed deep inside me. I felt the warmth of his cum filling me up, the sensation sending aftershocks through my body. I collapsed onto him, my chest heaving with exertion, his cock still embedded within me.
Liz's muffled sounds of pleasure grew louder, and I glanced over to see her, her body arching as she reached her peak, the vibrator a blur in her hand. She opened her eyes, meeting mine, and in that moment, I realised that she wasn't just watching for her enjoyment; she was watching us, a silent participant in our intimate dance. The realisation sent a jolt of arousal through me, even as I felt the last spasms of my orgasm fade.
I leaned down, capturing Richard's mouth in a kiss that was messy and raw, tasting the saltiness of my release. His hands found my hips, his fingers digging in as he began to move again, his climax not enough to sate his hunger for me. I felt him growing harder inside me, his thrusts becoming more insistent as his orgasm failed to dissipate, and I moaned into the kiss, my own body responding to his unspoken demand for more.
Richard kept going, shooting more seed into me and then with a final, powerful thrust, Richard reached his peak, his body shuddering beneath me as he came again, this time with more power than I had expected, feeling his hot cum painting my insides. He groaned, the sound vibrating through my chest, and I felt the warmth of his release as he filled me. We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies joined, our hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of our love.
As we lay there, catching our breaths, Liz's hand stilled, the buzz of the vibrator fading into the background. She leaned over, her hand coming to rest on Richard's shoulder, a gentle touch that seemed to ground us all. "Wow," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. "That was... intense."
Richard's chuckle was low and throaty, the sound resonating through his chest and into mine. "You're not kidding," he said, his voice still a bit shaky from the force of his climax.
I pulled back, smiling down at him, my body still quivering with aftershocks. "It was," I agreed, my voice filled with awe. “You also found my g-spot, Richard, because I have never cum without using my hand and you…..”
The three of us lay there, tangled in the aftermath of our shared pleasure, the only sound the gentle sigh of the wind through the trees and the distant call of a bird. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, a testament to the strength of the bond we had forged in the hayfield that day.
But as the afterglow began to fade, Liz, ever the practical one, suggested we refuel. "You guys look like you could use something to eat and drink," she said, her voice a soft purr. She had put aside her vibrator and now held out sandwiches and plastic cups filled with a crisp white wine that had been chilling in the picnic basket.
I rolled off Richard, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum, and took one of the sandwiches gratefully. The taste of the cool chicken and mayo on the soft bread was heavenly after our exertions. Richard's cheeks were flushed, and he took a deep breath, the smell of sex and grass mingling around us. Liz poured wine into our cups, the liquid glinting in the sun.
I could also feel Richard’s seed, dribbling from me as I sat there, taking in the scene and moment of unbridled passion.
"So, how was it?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Richard squeezed my hand as I exchanged a look with Liz, both of us lost for words. How could we possibly describe the intensity of what we had just shared?
"It was... amazing," Richard finally said, his voice filled with a wonder that mirrored my feelings. "Steve, you felt so..." He trailed off, searching for the right words.
"Yeah," I agreed, taking a sip of wine to ease my dry throat. "It was incredible." I leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling his stubble against my lips. The intimacy of our confession hung in the air; a secret shared only between us.
We lay there for a while longer, the warmth of the sun drying our skin as we shared the wine and the high that comes from good food and great sex. The scent of our combined arousal was still potent, a heady aroma that seemed to linger over the picnic blanket like a veil of desire. Liz had also rolled a joint and was sitting there inhaling the weed before passing it to me.
Liz, ever the observer, had rolled onto her side, watching us with a gentle smile. "You know," she began, "I've never seen Richard so... alive." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, and I knew she wasn't just talking about his newfound sexual awakening. There was a warmth in her gaze that told me she was happy for us, that she truly cared for her brother's happiness.
"Thanks, Liz," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I... I don't know what I would have done without you guys." Richard reached over, placing a hand on my chest, his touch reassuring and comforting. "We're here for each other," he said, his voice firm. "Always."
I passed the joint to Richard, who took it eagerly as the conversation lulled as we finished our wine, the buzz from the alcohol mingling with the endorphins from our lovemaking and the effects of the weed. The silence was comfortable, the kind that comes when you know you're with people who truly understand you.
Richard passed me the joint, which had burned down to the roach. I found myself growing restless, my hand wandering down to Richard's cock, already starting to stir back to life. "I want you again," I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Richard's smile grew, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink. "I want you too," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. Liz looked over, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I'll leave you two to it," she said, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. "I think a quick swim is in order," she declared.
"But wait," Richard called out, his hand reaching for her. "You're part of this and I thought you might like to cum again."
Liz paused, looking down at us, the question in her eyes. "If you want me to," she said, her voice tentative. Richard nodded, and she sank back down onto the blanket, her hand finding its way to her vibrator.
The three of us lay there, our bodies entwined, as Richard and I shared another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent. Our hands roamed, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound sense of freedom and desire. It was as if the sun had set us on fire, our passion burning brighter with each touch, each whispered word of love and need.
As Liz's moans grew louder, her hand working the vibrator with renewed vigour, I felt a sudden shift within me. I needed more, something primal and raw. I pushed myself up onto all fours, my ass in the air, presenting myself to Richard with an eagerness that surprised even me.
"Take me," I begged, my voice thick with desire. "Please, I need you."
Without a word, Richard repositioned himself behind me, his hands guiding him until he was kneeling between my legs. I felt the tip of his lubricated cock nudging at my entrance, slick with the remnants of our earlier lovemaking. With one firm push, he entered me again, his length sliding in until I was filled to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of being claimed and loved by this incredible man who was deeper inside me than the first time. I could feel him in as he touched my G-spot again.
He began to move, his strokes deep and deliberate, the sound of our bodies coming together mingling with the sounds of the countryside. Liz's breath grew quicker, her hand a blur as she watched us, the vibrator forgotten for the moment. She reached out, her hand cupping my chin, turning my face to hers. "Look at me," she whispered, her eyes dark with lust. "I want to watch you," was all she said.
Our eyes locked as she watched her brother move his hand, slipping down my body, his fingers finding my cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. The sensation was too much, and I moaned, my hips pushing back against Richard's, urging him deeper.
The world around us faded away as we lost ourselves in the symphony of pleasure. Richard's hands gripped my hip and cock, his movements becoming more erratic as he approached his climax. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened and released as he fought for control. And then it washed over us, the three of us reaching our peak together, our cries of ecstasy joining with the symphony of nature that surrounded us.
With her brother pounding my ass, I couldn't prevent my climax from erupting, shooting cum onto the grass as Liz climaxed with the aid of her trusty vibrator. Richard, though, was last to climax, and I felt him cum inside me for the second time, and it felt truly wonderful.
So much of his seed remained inside me as we collapsed onto the picnic blanket, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Richard's breath was hot against my back, his heart racing in time with mine.
For a moment, there was silence, nothing but the sound of our panting and the distant call of a bird. We lay there, the three of us, bound by love and passion, the lines between friendship and desire blurred beyond recognition.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty of our shared experience. Richard, the once innocent and inexperienced young man, was now a lover whose passion was as intense as the sun above us. And Liz, with her vibrant spirit and unshakable love for her brother, had become a confidant and participant in our journey with her trusty vibrator.
We lay there in a tableau of love and lust. Richard lay in the middle, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath, a testament to the exertion of our lovemaking. Liz and I rested our heads on his broad shoulders, our legs entwined with his. Her hand moved to his chest, her fingers teasing his sensitive nipples, while I traced a line down his body, the fine hairs of his stomach leading me to the dampness between his legs.
My fingers danced through the coarse curls of his pubic hair, enjoying the feel of it against my skin. I couldn't help but notice the stickiness that remained, a reminder of the passion that had just unfolded. I gently tugged at the hairs, feeling Richard's body react to my touch, his cock twitching slightly. I reached lower, finding his cock still semi-erect, a few droplets of cum clinging to the shaft as I played with the sticky fluid, my curiosity piqued by the alien texture that I had decided was wonderful to taste.
"What are you thinking?" Richard's voice was lazy and content.
"Nothing much," I replied.
The quiet was suddenly pierced by Richard's amused chuckle. "You're thinking about my cock, aren't you?" as he reached down, taking my hand and guiding it to cover his, which was already wrapped around his semi-erect shaft. His skin was sticky with our mixed fluids, and the warmth of his body was intoxicating.
"Maybe," I admitted, feeling a flush creep up my neck. His knowing smile grew wider as he squeezed my hand, encouraging me to move it up and down his length. "It's just so... different from what I expected."
Liz, ever the perceptive one, leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Different in a good way?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
"Yeah," I murmured, my voice barely audible. "In a really good way."
As Richard's hand guided mine over his cock, I felt a warmth spread through me, a feeling that was a mix of love and lust. His skin was so soft, so warm, and the way his cock felt in my hand was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The kiss on my forehead was gentle, a silent thank you for the experience we had just shared. It was as if he could sense my thoughts, my insecurities, and was reassuring me that this was okay, that we were okay.
With a sudden sureness that took me by surprise, I couldn't resist his cock any longer. I leaned in closer, my mouth watering as I reached out and kissed the tip, tasting the remnants of our combined release. The saltiness was faint, but it was there, a tangy reminder of our shared intimacy. His breath hitched, and I knew he felt it too, the electricity that was building between us once again.
"Go for it, boys," Liz stated as she stood up and walked into the water, leaving me to take her brother's cock in my mouth.
I leaned down, my heart racing as I took him in, the taste of our combined seed still lingering on my tongue. His cock was still warm and thick, and as I took him deeper, I felt his body respond, his hips arching slightly off the blanket. I sucked and licked, eager to bring him to the brink again, to taste the sweetness of his cum.
As I worked on him, I could feel my arousal growing, my cock stiffening against my stomach. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I had the power to give him pleasure, to make him feel alive and desired. His breathing grew more ragged, his moans growing louder as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
With each stroke of my mouth, Richard's grip on my hand grew tighter, his thumb stroking the palm in a silent plea for more. I complied, my mouth moving faster, my tongue flicking against his slit as I swallowed his length again and again. The scent of sex and grass filled my nostrils, making me dizzy with desire.
The world around us grew hazy, the only reality the feeling of his cock in my mouth and the warmth of his body against mine. And then he was coming, his seed spurting into my mouth in hot, thick ropes that I greedily swallowed. His moans grew louder, his body bucking against me as he reached his peak, the force of his orgasm making my cock throb in response.
We lay there, panting and sated, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the hayfield. Liz was still in the water, the sound of her splashing and laughter echoing through the quiet afternoon.
"Thank you," Richard whispered, his voice hoarse from his climax. "I never knew it could be like this."
"Me neither," I said, turning my head to kiss his thigh. "But I'm so grateful it is."
We lay there for a while longer, listening to the gentle sounds of the countryside, our bodies cooling in the shade of the willow tree. It was a moment of perfect peace, a moment that felt like it could last forever.
But eventually, the call of reality grew too loud to ignore. We had to get back to the house, to the mundane tasks that awaited us. With a final kiss to Richard's cheek, I sat up, my legs shaky from the intensity of our encounter, as I stood and walked towards the water.
"I think my brother owes you an orgasm before we go home," Liz declared as I stood in the water with a raging hard-on. "Richard, I think you forgot something," she shouted. "Steve has a raging hard-on that requires your attention, urgently."
"Sis, thanks for the heads-up. I hadn't noticed. Side effect of being blind, I guess."
Richard got up and walked towards me as I remained in the water. "I can smell you, you know, Steve," as he came directly towards me. His footing was sure and confident, even though he couldn’t see, and as his hands touched me, he dropped to his knees and with very little effort, his mouth found my cock.
The feeling was exquisite, his warm mouth enveloping me, his tongue swirling around my head as I moaned with pleasure. He took me in deep, his throat muscles working as he swallowed around my length. I couldn't believe how natural it felt, how right it was for us to be here, sharing this moment. The water lapped at our legs, cool against my skin as the heat from Richard's mouth washed over me.
As he sucked me off, I watched the play of light and shadow across his face, his eyes closed in concentration, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head. The sight was so erotic, so beautiful, that it was almost too much to handle. I felt my orgasm building, the tension coiling in my balls, my cock pulsing with each stroke of his tongue.
My hand found its way into his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands as I guided him, showing him just how deep I wanted to go. His moans vibrated through me, the sensation adding to the crescendo of pleasure that was building within me. It was as if he could feel every pulse of my desire, every beat of my heart, and he was matching them with his own.
With a final, desperate thrust, I came, my seed spurting into his mouth as he eagerly swallowed every drop. Richard looked up at me, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Was that what you wanted?" he asked, his voice teasing.
"More than you can know," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, Richard."
He stood up, water dripping from his body, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a kiss that was as sweet as it was passionate. "Thank you for being with me," he murmured, his voice filled with love.
Liz watched us from the water's edge, a knowing smile on her face. She had been a part of this moment too, her hand still between her legs, her eyes glazed with lust. "We make quite the team, don't we?" she said, her voice filled with a warmth that went beyond mere friendship.
"Yes, we do," I agreed, my arms tightening around Richard. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
As we pulled away from each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, a feeling of belonging that I hadn't felt in a very long time. Our relationship was still new, still uncharted territory, but I knew that together, we could conquer any obstacle that came our way.
The three of us climbed out of the creek, our bodies sticky with a mix of sweat, cum, and water. "What's next?" Liz asked, her voice a seductive purr.
"I think we need to get back," Richard said, his voice a low growl. "Perhaps I can follow this lead, though," as his hand found my cock again, already starting to swell with renewed desire.
"You can hold on to that anytime you like, loverboy," I murmured, my lust rising to meet his. "All the way back to the house, if you like?"
Liz laughed. "It's not a lead, you know, Bro, and perhaps you should let it be for a while. I suspect that Steve is a little exhausted after all the playing today, but his cock will still be attached to him for later for you to enjoy."
With our desires rekindled, we made our way back through the fields, our laughter and playful banter carrying us along as we stumbled through the tall grass. The future was uncertain, but for now, we were exactly where we wanted to be, with each other.
Continues with Part Three as the conclusion to their story.
