Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I've wanted to get back up there, too, Ben. I really didn't feel like climbing stairs and things last time, and I want to take a good look at it. Rosemary said they have a couple of the rooms done, and I want to be certain the colors are going to look right before we get too far into the project."

"I still think it was foolish, taking two vehicles and all. Oh, well. Can't be helped now, can it. Is Michael going to be up there, too?"

"No, Daddy. He said he had to go to Phoenix today, but he will be available to meet the Sheriff tomorrow. I've OK'ed it for Justin to come up, too, although I hate him missing school. He's so far ahead of things though that I guess it's OK."

"Well, at least they managed to find the door on the first floor. I really like that better than having to take the Sheriff up to the top and back down. I'm not too keen on showing more of the house than we need to. Do you think we need to call them and wake them up before we get there?"

"No, Daddy. Justin texted me early this morning that they found the door, that they were going to go to Bill's for breakfast, and they would be back there well before we get there."

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Rosemary put her hair up in a shower cap before getting into the tub with me, much to my disappointment. I really enjoy washing her hair, and love the feeling of it trailing through my fingers. I knew we didn't have the time for that though, so I made up for it by carefully washing the rest of her body, down to her feet and toes, with particular attention paid to certain regions. After all, one cannot go out in public with one's carefully trimmed exclamation point of pubic hair ungroomed. I might have paid extra attention to the areas around said hair, also, much to her arousal.

"Justin, that's not fair! You are getting me all turned on when we can't do anything about it!" I just gave her an evil leer and an extra stroke across her pussy with my hand before turning the hand held shower head on a slow pulse and rinsing it thoroughly. By the time I quit she was squirming anxiously and holding to the towel bar for support. I stopped just before her orgasm could take her, much to her dismay, but I had other plans!

We stepped out of the shower, with her complaining about leaving her hanging as I dried her carefully, paying particular attention to her distended nipples, which reacted beautifully to the nap of the towel brushing across them. Rosemary's pussy was visibly swollen and red with arousal as I grabbed her hand and led her from the bathroom back into my room, where I laid her gently back onto my sleeping bag and quickly knelt between her legs and began to address her pussy with my tongue.

I didn't have the time to really tease her and build up her desire as I would have liked to do, but I wanted to give her one more good orgasm before Mom and Grandpa got there and we couldn't do anything more. When I put her legs up over my shoulders and reached upward to tweak her nipples with my fingers she was rocking and moaning her arousal. Her juices were freely flowing, and I think I got a taste of some of my own cum, but if she could take it why not I? As I slid my hands up and down her sides, paying particular attention to her hips, which she loves, before sliding my hands back to her breasts and fondling them, her breath was hissing between her teeth and her head was rocking back and forth almost violently.

Suddenly, her hands, which had been splayed on the sheets, alternately grasping the cloth and spreading out to their utmost, swooped in and grabbed my head and pulled it almost violently into her pussy. Her back arched and she let out a wail, "Enough, Justin, enough! I can't take any more," and her juices poured from her pussy onto my lips and chin.

Of course, I was hard, but there wasn't any time to do anything about it right now, not if we wanted to get breakfast and be back before Grandpa got here. There was no way I wanted to face his wrath if we weren't here! There is nothing Grandpa hates worse than someone being late.

Rosemary lay there with her chest heaving, trying to regain her equilibrium while I went back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and use some mouthwash. I certainly didn't want Grandpa or Mom either for that matter, smelling pussy on my breath.

Rosemary sat up gingerly and took the hand I reached down to help her up from the floor. She stepped in to give me a big hug and whispered, "Thank you. You are always doing special things for me!" She glanced down at my erect cock. "Let me take care of that for you."

"We don't have time. I'm OK, I came several times yesterday. I just thought you needed it this morning."

"Stephanie is one lucky girl! I'm so glad she shares you with me." Rosemary hugged me once more, and slipped my cock between her legs and squeezed it. The heat from her pussy was nearly enough to make me change my mind, but there was just no way I would risk Grandpa's ire.

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Dr. Meechum stood up from the breakfast table after eating breakfast with the Winters women. They were both eager to hear anything he could tell them about their husband and father, and in a way he found talking about the time in Iraq cathartic. For all of these years he had kept it all bottled up inside, knowing he needed to get it out.

First of all, the chaplain had talked with him, and a succession of therapists, all of whom he totally despised as they had never seen uniformed service, and exhibited a haughty attitude toward those who had served in harm's way. Only the Chaplain had merited his admiration, because even in the middle of the worst firefights, when he was supposed to be back at battalion headquarters, the Chaplain did his best to be present and provide comfort and care for the men, often running out with the medics to help pull wounded men out of the fire zone, and helping to care for them.