A Weekend Like No Other

A WEEKEND LIKE NO OTHER

A sequel to Loving Rites of Passage

Owen knew that their lives together, or whenever they met, would never be the same again. Too much had happened before and after the barbecue, when Nora and John had invited some mutual friends over and they had feasted on roast turkey and drunk beers and wines. From that weekend on, he knew that his relationship with Nora and her feisty eighteen-year-old daughter Evelyn would never settle back to how it had once been.

He'd always thought Nora a looker, her slender-faced attractiveness framed by lanky sandy-blonde hair that fell to her shoulders; Nora's slender body always clothed in stylish casual wear, her makeup light and her perfume invariably intoxicating but discreet in its application. He stood close at six feet, the top of her head reaching his shoulder.

The woman who now fussed over his breakfast was shapely, well-made, and her maroon long-sleeved T-shirt flattered a fulsome figure, her tummy slack, and the pale skin just visible as her T was not tucked in.

"Are you okay this morning?" he asked, his gaze approving of whom he saw.

"Yeah, I'm okay... and not lost any more."

She said it in an expressionless voice and met the glance of an undoubtedly good-looking man, somewhat vain and undoubtedly accomplished in what he did, and certainly when it had been so passionately and unexpectedly expressed during the hours of the night when she had been unable to sleep, John's drunken restlessness keeping her awake and she finally going down to the kitchen to have a drink of water and trying to read, to find some distraction from what had begun to pass between her and Owen; also and disconcertingly, between him and her daughter Evelyn too. He even had a favourite name for her, 'Evie'.

"What happened mattered to me," he confessed.

"You've been wired differently from your brother, John," Nora had told him hours ago, and before she had eased out of his embrace and after a frenzied tryst in the kitchen, John asleep upstairs and so inebriated that she had wondered out loud if he would get to work on Monday morning.

But John had managed to get out of the house on time, and now she and Evelyn were left with him for the short time that remained before he, too went off to work, the long drive back to Raleigh to look forward to.

He was proud of his Corvette; he had taken Evie for a spin through the surrounding countryside and woods, announcing that the car would eat up the miles. She sensed, though he would not say it, that he would be sustained by the memory of the time spent with them; one, with besotted Evelyn, or Evie as he called her, and then her, a woman who thought of herself as being in control but who had succumbed to his ways and had revealed herself not to be envious of her daughter's hold on him.

Evie had gone so far as to confess that she reckoned her mom had the hots for him too, had felt that way for some time, but had never acted on it. Neither had he, where it concerned them, but that was now in the past and would be a cherished memory.

The bond between the three of them would be so different and stronger. They had become lost in the moments shared; there was no future or sense in thinking of what had happened as setting a pattern for the next time they met. But who could say?

Nora came to stand by his side as she ladled two waffles onto his plate, Owen putting an arm around her waist as she did so.

"We said and did all of that last night, Owen. I'm not reckless with what I have here." She sighed and eased out of his hold on her, an undoubted shiver of longing not to be denied but not acted upon in any way.

"No, I've always known that, Nora, until... until last night."

She stepped away from him and the saucepan, which had warmed the waffles, clattered on the worktop by the sink. She would sit down and have breakfast with him or watch Owen as he ate. She also wondered about her girl, Evelyn, who was still asleep upstairs, or letting them think that she was, not wishing to go through the upset of seeing Owen leave them and with no certainty of when they would be together again.

"I sure hope that you settle with someone, Owen... you sure need that."

"I tried that once before, remember, and I crashed and burned. I'm happy as I am and can live and love as I want to. It's not perfect, but then you've known me not to be made that way. You said so yourself."

♥

Owen was right in what he had said to her.

She felt restless from the memory of all that she had succumbed to, an orgy of frenzied loving that she had never known of before and even at the height of her moments of discovery with her husband, and Owen's brother, John.

Her tryst in the kitchen with Owen had been but the beginning. He had detained her at the bedroom door and persuaded her to come to his room; his kisses and renewed caresses, to where he had been taken so emphatically, reducing her words of denial to meaningless babble. John remained comatose, in a deep sleep, and had been heard snoring as she peered round the corner of their bedroom door.

"Be with me, while there's time," he had asked, and she had followed him, sure-footed and hungering for more of what he had brought in claiming her.

Owen had soon been hot and hard, and yet smooth like velvet as he began to move inside her once more, their gasps and moans of shared delight heard through their kisses as she felt the head of his cock and the veins along his shaft touching places inside her that she had not known could feel so good and bring her on to a shuddering climax.

He rode her, she didn't want to sit on him, and had Owen fully claim her naked breasts. It was enough what his hands and mouth did to them, and for her, as he kept pulling back before sinking into her now receptive and responsive body, hot words of encouragement and pleasure were exclaimed as the bed rocked, and the mattress groaned from their weight and movements upon it. She had been claimed in a rousing and unrelenting rhythm.

She had brought her legs to her chest to draw him deeper into her body, felt Owen still his growls of effort against her throat, her shoulders, her breasts as he rose to take her at a frenzied, selfish, speed and she had tumbled into the spiralling void, then the grip, of her approaching orgasm, then another wasting and tormenting climax, her body shuddering on feeling the explosion of his lust for her, the tingling rushes that tipped her over the edge of control.

"This and no more... never again!" she had cried out as Owen increased the speed of his thrusts until his movements became downright rough as he filled her over and over, sweat beading on his forehead and dampening her skin as he kissed her or pressed his face to her breasts that he clamped together, her hands stroking his back, her thighs at his hips.

She still ached from the effort of taming him, but he had taken her at a pace that pleased her, took her along until the pain of effort was but a moment's distraction. "No more after this... your crazy loving of me!"

"Then we'll fuck until we're utterly wasted, Nora... you wonder!"

She recalled her times with him and gazed across the space between them as Owen finished his breakfast and sat back to finish what remained of his coffee.

"I'll go and wake that daughter of mine so that she can say goodbye..."

"Don't leave her. We said what we had to say last night. Evie was a little woozy from the drink she had. I'll call her later..."

It had been a tearful farewell; Evie was still awake, and her text letting him know that she wanted him to 'visit'. Had she heard him with Nora, just as they had done the first night, and when John and Nora had made no secret of what they were sharing?

Last night, and after he had taken Nora, he had decided that he simply could not leave the young woman without one more taste of her and the touch of her warm, youthful body against his skin.

Her bedroom door had opened silently and early in the morning, as it was, lovely Evie was awake and waiting for him.

♥

"Be with me, again, I need that!" she whispered as the door was closed, and Owen stepped soundlessly over the carpeted floor of her bedroom.

She had a lovely wondering smile on her lips, and she moved to kneel on the edge of her bed as he stepped closer and tugged away his T-shirt, her hands soon stroking his stomach and her lips offering warm sucking kisses to his skin.

"You're so darned hard," she groaned in dismay as she groped for him," so ahead of me and ready."

He was still feeling the effects of Nora's claims on him, but he had cleaned himself up, washed everything of Nora off him, and made sure that he was here with her and intent on opening Evie so that she could take him deep, as she had finally done the first time.

"I've got to remember you by what we've done, and you've shown me, uncle... Owen. You've been my first true lover."

"Darling Evie," he smiled, cupping her face in his hands and leaning forward to kiss her as she stroked caresses over his penis, her slight and nimble-fingered hands causing his body to react, the little jolts of pleasure like electric shocks. He gripped her head as instincts, or what she remembered from their first time, provoked her to sink her mouth over his penis, to suck or slick her flickering tongue over it.

This was different from the frenetic moments of pleasure seeking and control, of his moments with Nora. His hands moved down off her shoulders and found Evie's breasts, firm and heavy, her nipples brushing against his skin, but he resisted the urge to claim those too. That moment could wait.

Her breasts were even more magnificent, set free and defying gravity, than he remembered from last night. As she got to her feet, he had a moment to lean in and take her breasts in each hand and to squeeze, to stroke his fingers over each nipple before tugging gently on them.

Evie took that as a sign to kiss him, to suck on his probing tongue as it parted her lips, Evie embracing his neck and pressing hard against him, his penis trapped between their bodies and their swaying movement, the brush of skins on skin, intensely pleasurable. The young woman was pleasing him, and what had been shared the other night informed how she should behave.

"Owen... Owen, you horny man... you're so hard and long," she said in a soft, admiring voice. "I shouldn't be afraid of what you put in me, but I am... I don't know how to take it."

As she spoke, Evie gave it a soft squeeze before she leaned down and placed a kiss on the head, licking at the pre-cum that was oozing out. He threaded his fingers through her hair and slowly moved her head to change the angle at which she sucked on him. He felt the domed tip brush the top of her mouth, then felt her gag.

"I want to be deep inside you... somewhere else," he groaned even as Evie eased off him and before she lay back on her bed, legs parted and her sex there for him to glory in. Her mouth could not take all his length and girth, but her vagina could, and he moved to lie between those lovely smooth-skinned thighs and so that he could taste her. "I didn't come here, to you, for a blow job..."

"I know and I don't want to wait much longer, uncle... Owen... sorry."

He kissed her, mumbling his reply as he did so. "I don't want that either, but don't make too much noise and... and don't mark me."

"I won't, no," she answered in a soft voice as if he was criticising her for what she had done the last time. "Let me sit on you... fuck with you in that way?"

"Yeah, go on, darling... you take control of when I come into you."

She moved to lean over him and to kiss his upturned face before moving to straddle him, her pussy's lips sliding over the bottom edge of his erect penis as she bore down on it and caressed it in ways that provoked him to grip her hips and set the tempo.

Panting in pleasure, and in dismay that he was allowing her to take control, she slid back and forth a few times as her pussy's juices slicked his penis and made it wet for his entry.

"Want to try and let me in?" he groaned, sitting up from the bed to kiss her throat and then moving down to reclaim her wonderful breasts. Her nipples brushed his skin, and he gripped her buttocks, all the while drawing her into a position where he could enter her body.

The domed tip, large and swollen by the pressure of blood, slipped past her pussy's lips. He parted them with his thumbs and they and his penis caressed and moved into her.

She gripped his chest with both hands, leaned her head forward to look at what was being shared as she was slowly and pleasurably stretched open. Each time she moved down, Evie breathed out a satisfied moan and continued to rise and fall on him until her buttocks brushed his hips and thighs.

"Move on me, start on me... we're going to fuck, lovely girl. I feel you're ready for that, so take all of me into you."

Evie brushed back the tumble of her hair as she leaned forward to kiss him, to swirl her tongue in time with his as they began to couple, she becoming passive as Owen lifted his hips off the bed and plunged in and out, Evie whimpering in his ear as he did so on each thrust.

"Sorry, I can't keep control, Owen... Owen!"

Her breathy gasps filled his ears as she moved her head from one side to the other, kissed his chest and rocked against his body as she kept lifting his hips off the bed and pulling her down onto him, his penis sliding and stretching.

"Evie, darling, you do it for me!" His balls ached; the young woman had gotten to him, and he wanted to burst.

"I'm there too, unc... Owen!"

She stifled her cries against his mouth and felt him do the same as he pulled her down onto him, hard, and as his penis leapt and he erupted; bolt after bolt of his cum spurting deep into her cunt and she shuddering in response to that as pleasure coursed through her body and she felt as one with him.

She gasped, the sound sharp in his ears as his fingers brushed and poked the wrinkled skin of her butt hole. It was different and had not been done to her before. She climaxed again.

"Owen... Owen, that hurts, but I love what you've done for me..."

The combination of his penis in her vagina and the press of his fingers to her butt hole had taken her to unvisited levels of pleasure and wanton experience.

"I want you to remember what we've shared these last two days and nights... Evie, darling. I'm a bad man, aren't I?"

"No, you cared for me in the best ways that I know," she replied and slumped forward, her body shaking and her breathing faltering. "You're like no other, unc..."

Owen held her, coaxed Evie to collapse and lie on his chest and in his embrace, his flaccid penis just kept inside her warm, moist and pliant love tunnel, where just his presence sent ripples of pleasure pulsing through her abdomen.

"Love the one you're with when you do this, loving with a man... don't just go with what is asked of you."

She rose to press her trembling lips to his mouth and kept them there. Finally, she spoke.

"I love you... loved what you showed me and did. People talk, say things about me that are just their ways of getting at me. I'm not like some people think I am... a slut... what mom hears others say or suggest. What you've shown me matters more than anything else."

"Okay, darling, Evie... okay." He eased her off him and went to sit on the edge of her bed. The first light of dawn could be seen outlined by the curtains at the window of her room. "I'd better go. You've made it feel special for me... even for me."

She understood what Owen was saying but chose not to say anything in reply to that. She had made up her mind about his leaving her.

"I... I won't come downstairs for breakfast and then see you go. I can't face that, sorry." Her voice had become small, and she was tearful. "Text me from time to time, let me see a picture of you, and I'll do the same... pretty and decent, not as you see me now, naked and all loved out."

"As you are," he smiled, tenderly, and on caressing her cheek. "Get some rest if you can. I'm going to need it after a weekend like no other."

♥

Owen pulled in for a comfort stop and to get something to drink at a favourite diner set along his route back to his second home.

As the engine's soft rumble faded away, he heard his iPhone trill and, looking at the screen, soon saw who was texting him. The contents were not what he expected, nor the timing of their being sent. He had only been on the road for a couple of hours.

<>Hi, Owen, the two of us sure appreciated seeing you again and sharing special moments. We ended up talking after you had gone and agreed it was a weekend like no other. Come again soon! With special love from Nora and Evie -- a Jackson duo.

The accompanying picture made even his heart skip a beat.

♥