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Abby's Story Pt. 05: Ruth's Game

Abby sat in shocked silence, her mouth agape.

"Better close that before something crawls in", Ruth said, imitating Ma.

Abby snapped her mouth shut.

Ruth picked up the bowl of ice cream and took a heaping spoonful. "Making me spill all that, now you gotta split this with me."

"But when? And Ray, like Raymond, brother in the next room, Ray?" Abby was flabbergasted.

"Only Ray we know, Abbs."

Abby shook her head. "How is this not in every hen circle in the family? This is like the gossip of gossip? How come nobody knows?"

Ruth handed the ice cream back to Abby. "Because families love to tell secrets, but they also love to keep 'em. They either spill it to everyone, or take it to the grave."

"But, Ray? I've never seen him look at anybody in the family that way? And his girl Deb, they got on great all through high school? I thought, anyway."

Ruth nodded. "Yeah, til they didn't. And you didn't see him looking at me like that because we kept it quiet. For the longest it was just he and me up on this floor so we got used to having it to ourselves.Abby

"See, difference is to you Ray's always been the big brother. But for me there was a long stretch where he was my younger brother. A scrawny twerp that wouldn't leave me be.

"But that changed."

It really started when Ruth was twenty and Ray had just turned eighteen. Ruth had graduated and Ray had been a Junior. Ruth ended her three-year steady relationship with Kyle who was going to vacation with family on the coast before heading to University. Ruth had not yet signed up to Tech and found herself with free time and a beautiful summer to enjoy.

And one of the things she found herself enjoying was stealing looks at Ray.

Ray played football every year of high school, go Ravens, but his first year he was too short and skinny to be offensive line, too slow to be running back, and too clumsy to catch. He was a second string JV benchwarmer. But by sophomore year he'd gained an inch of height and about thirty pounds of muscle. Because he took after Pa, Ray would never be tall, but he wore the extra muscle well. After trying out coach was impressed. He had hustle and hit the pads hard. Coach made him defensive end and Ray shined. Junior year Ray went varsity where he was moved to tackle. Some on the team called him "Death Ray" because if fired past the linemen the quarterback was dead.

Ray really came into his own that year, but for some reason Ruth just saw her little brother. Until that summer.

For Ruth that summer was a lazy one and she spent much of her time reading, wandering, or watching the kids at home. It was mid-June when she put the youngest, then David, Pauline was just twinkle in the eye then, down for a nap and went upstairs to read and perhaps take a nap herself. As she approached her room she looked at Ray's door.

It was several inches open and he was in there. He was standing next to his bed with his back turned to the door, his arms above his head shrugging out of one of the many jersey-style shirts he wore. Ruth stopped. It was like she was looking at a strange man that had replaced her lanky little brother. His back was wide and rippled as his arms moved. While he sported a farmer's tan the untanned skin wasn't pale, but instead had a ruddy hue. This gave his fireplug physique a rugged, savage beauty. Ruth was suddenly compelled by a desire to run in and run her hands over Ray's back, to see if it felt as good as it looked.

He got out of the shirt and tossed it aside and turned toward the bed. He was only in his briefs so Ruth could see him from toes to top. His back wasn't the only thing that filled out. His calves and thighs looked like they were carved from oak. A testament to all the laps and drills ran for the team. His chest was broad and his stomach toned. He didn't have muscles like those bodybuilder guys on TV, but as he moved Ruth could see outline of muscles in his abdomen flex and his chest bunch. Last, she could see his white briefs holding back his flesh, and she could see a faint shadow of its thick shape. Ruth's desire to run her hand over Ray, and his, um, parts, threatened to become overwhelming.

Ray grabbed a button up work shirt from his bed and as he did so turned a bit more toward the door. Ruth realized what she was doing and did not want to be caught peeping on her brother. She quietly stepped into her room and shut the door.

Ruth leaned back against the door breathing heavy. Partly from the fear of getting caught and partly from her body's response. And there was a response. Her sex had become hot and damp.

"Ruth Anne Cafferty, calm yourself down", she whispered to herself. "That's just Ray."

Saying his name did not have the desired response and she did not, in fact, calm herself down. Instead whispering it like a secret made her pussy throb. She paced and tried to wrangle this feeling but it did no good. She was going to have take care of herself or walk around all darned day with visions of Ray and damp panties.

Ruth made sure her door was latched and her curtains drawn. She undressed, placing her clothes on her vanity.

She took a moment to look at herself in the vanity mirror. Her hair was sandy brown, not quite blonde, and worn long and straight. No bangs, she parted the front at the center and over both ears. Her face was plain but not unsightly. Just Midwest oval with a few freckles. Her chest was pert and really wanted to be a C cup but couldn't quite get there. Her tummy was flat and smooth, she had even managed to get a tan on it lounging by the river. Her bush was slightly darker than her hair, a downy triangle she had learned to keep trimmed. But Ruth's best qualities were her legs. While everything up top was slim, Ruth's legs were long and she had a little extra meat on her buttocks and thighs giving her a flare around the middle. When she could walk around in jeans she made guys in town turn for a look. Kyle loved Ruth's legs, he loved stroking them while she sucked him or putting them up on his shoulders while he fucked her.

She grabbed her antique comb from the vanity, stepped over to her bed, and got under the covers. The comb had been her grandmother's and had round brass teeth and a polished bone handle. The handle was longer than Ruth's hand and thicker than her middle finger. She had learned when first her teenage libido sparked that the handle fit comfortably inside her and angled right the smooth edge of the last tooth could rub against her clit. Technically she lost her virginity to that comb at the age of fifteen.

She moved the comb under the covers and rubbed the handle over her stomach, through her mound of dark down, and onto her clitoris. Her nub obediently stiffened and her entrance moistened. She moved the handle in circles over her clit and moaned quietly. While she did this she tried to imagine it was Kyle, his finger or cock circling. Not Ray. Nuh-uh. Not his strong muscular hands and work roughened fingers. Not whatever was snugly wrapped in his white briefs. Nope. Not that.

Ruth moved the handle down to her pussy and parted her lips with her other hand. She and the comb were well-acquainted, no further introduction was needed. She pressed the handle into her opening until the entire length was buried. She shivered and moaned. She angled the brass teeth up and pulled up slightly, shifting the handle within her, and pressed until the smooth curved surface of the last tooth poked her clit. She let out a little yip, the brass was cold. But she knew how to turn up the heat.

She started moving the comb back in forth is short slow strokes. She thought about the last time she'd been with Kyle right after graduation. They knew it was their last night together so they spent the night in his car down by the shore. A little side road that was only used by locals to launch fishing boats when the water was high. It was low then and nobody used the launch. Nobody but horny teens. He drove a Camaro his father got him for his sixteenth birthday. Sky blue paint job with leather seats and a kick-ass stereo setup. Truth was, Ruth loved fooling around in this car, its rumbling power and sleek lines really made her feel sexy riding around with Kyle. They parked at the little turnabout people used as a launch, well out of sight of the main road. Kyle took off his jacket and leaned over to kiss Ruth. He was tall and lean, running back of the squad, with a dark tanned complexion. He took her chin is hands and pulled her to meet his lips to his. They first kissed tenderly, lips playing with lips. But then with more fervor, Kyle taking her by the back of the neck and pulling Ruth in tighter. He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into hers. She moaned into his mouth and returned his tongue with her own.

Ruth increased the length of the handle strokes. As much as she enjoyed sucking face with Kyle she needed to speed this along. After making out she'd climbed over the center console and into the back. She flipped over onto her back and pushed off her jeans and panties in one go. All she had on was a slim long-sleeve t-shirt. No bra, she knew it would just get in the way. Kyle opened the driver door, flipped forward the seat back, and joined Ruth on the bench seat. She grabbed the band of his slacks and unbuttoned them and then ran the zipper down. She peeled them over Kyle's slim hips and off his legs. He was wearing gray paisley silk boxers that tented up immediately. Ruth crawled across the floorboards between Kyle's legs running he hands up as she went. She ran her hand up his long toned legs and over the boxers, brushed his hardness with her fingertips but no more.

"Come on, babe. Get me ready to fuck you." Kyle smiled down at her.

Ruth nuzzled his inner thigh with her cheek and purred. "How would I do that, hmmm?" She then slowly licked the same spot tasting his skin and the salty tang of sweat.

"With that mouth and tongue of yours. You know what I like."

"Oh do I?" Ruth moved to the other thigh, a little higher and planted a kiss on it.

"Fuck yes, you do!" Kyle slipped his thumb under the band of his boxers and pushed them down.

His cock and sack sprang out. His cock stood up straight and Ruth always enjoyed looking at it. It was pale compared to the rest of him, Kyle never tanned without shorts. He was actually worried about sunburn damaging him there. It was also straight and almost perfectly round. It was symmetrical, with nearly identical veins down each side. The seam underneath going to his balls would stretch smooth when he was erect, which was a bit over six inches. He was circumcised with no visible scar, his almost spear like purple tip standing out proud. She thought it was a cock an artist would make, something carved out of stone. It was beautiful.

But right now it needed to be adored in another way, throbbing inches from her face. She moved up to his sack and took it into her hand, kneading it delicately with her fingers before lowing her face and kissing it. She felt his balls inside and moved to suck one and then the other. It was hot and they had been at graduation events all day. He was sweaty and his crotch smelled of it, tangy like salt, pungent like vinegar. But for Ruth this wasn't a downside. The smell of a sweaty cock made her head buzz and her pussy clench. She knew rugged men, the type that tamed this land, smelled like this when they plowed their lady wives. The smell made the Animal in her ornery. She licked his scrotum, savoring the flavor a day in the May heat had left for her. Her tongue moved up under the shaft until at last her tongue traveled under the glans and lapped at the tip. A salty-sweet drop of precum oozed onto her tongue and she gladly swallowed it. She smiled up at Kyle.

"You're gonna miss this when you leave." And with that took him into her mouth, sucking the swollen head.

When they had started she had really been nervous about sucking him. She was worried she would hurt him or suck too hard. Now she had it down. Start with the head, get used to the size. Suck and bob a bit, stop for a breath. Next take a bit to tongue around him and breathe. Then go a bit lower, get more of him in and repeat. All the while working him with her hand. He groaned and gasped above her one hand in her hair the other reaching down to pull her where Kyle wanted her to be. Not missing a beat or removing him from her mouth. She shifted so her head and shoulders were in his lap, but her legs were up with him on the seat. This allowed him to stroke her ass and legs while she worked. He would rub one thigh on the outside and then caress that same ass cheek. He go down between the cheeks and rub her pussy through the gap. Then the inside of her thighs. He'd follow the reverse track out and then repeat. It was a tactile ritual, preparing that space for him.

Okay, gotta wrap this up, Ruth mused. She moved the comb faster, letting the smooth metal press hard to her clit. After she got Kyle all worked up with her mouth he had taken off his drawers and shirt. He rolled Ruth on to her back. The cool padded leather stuck to her ass, but she kept her shirt on. Kyle was not big into breasts, he never minded Ruth's smaller size but he also didn't play with them much. She didn't mind. Giving him head got her engine running and she wanted that beautiful thing to drive her to the finish line. Kyle grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders as he got atop. This nearly folded Ruth in half, brought her ass up, and made her sex push up in line with his cock. Kyle eased himself into her and Ruth moaned at the penetration. Folded like this there was little she could do but lay back and take it. And Kyle obliged first in long slow strokes, his toned runner's frame glistening over her. And then picking up the pace, panting as their groins slapped together.

"Mmmmm. Yeah. Mmmm. Baby, fuck me!" Ruth in the backseat moaned in time with the rhythm. Ruth under the covers did the same with her comb.

Kyle grunted over Ruth, his muscles flexing with effort as he worked his cock in and out. She reached up to feel him, to feel his taut flesh and sweat. Ruth loved his tanned chest and stomach. She gripped his sides and encouraged his thrusts by pulling him forward. She felt her climax building. The Animal inside her growled deep as Kyle humped her furiously.

"Yes. Yes!" Ruth muttered as she moved the comb frantically back and forth.

"Hey, Ruthie!" The memory Ruth was reliving shifted. What she heard was not Kyle's grunting, but Ray's chipper greeting. Ruth looked up at the memory in the backseat and the face smiling down on her, the shoulders pressing her ankles, the stomach and chest flexing were no longer Kyle's. It was Ray, shining with sweat, pounding her over and over.

"No, no. Ahhhhh! NO!" Even as she continued to plunge the comb handle Ruth felt a sudden panicked shame, but it was too late. "Raaaaaaaaay!" she hissed through clenched teeth as she arched against her brush. Her climax was sudden, sharp, and hot. Her toes curled and her back arched. She lifted off the bed and her pussy drenched her hand and comb. It was some kind of miracle she had not cried out. Then the heat ended and she dropped back onto her mattress trying to catch her breath.

Ruth stared at the ceiling. Trying not to think. Trying not to think about Ray on top of her. Trying not to think how it had been that that had triggered her orgasm. "You got problems, girl", she thought to herself.

She got up after awhile, got dressed, and went into the upstairs bath to clean up herself and her comb. Ray's door was closed now, thank goodness. She was in no state to deal with that. When Ruth returned from the bathroom she sat at her vanity and used the comb as directed, to comb her hair. And she tried to put this whole thing behind her.

The next morning Ruth went to use the bathroom and the door was locked. She could hear the shower running. Ruth turned and saw Ray's door open and clothes laid out on his bed. A part of her pleaded to just go back in her room, shut the door, and wait to hear him shut his door. "Just be normal about this." Another part won out. She went back to her room and stood just inside the doorway. She was in her pajamas and would just wait for him to come out when she heard the bathroom door open, just acting like she was on her way to the bathroom. She waited. Long minutes. But then the bathroom door creaked open and Ruth stopped out into the hallway.

Ray was there in a towel. He was glistening wet and his brown hair was sticking out every which way. In the morning light his muscles had deeper shadows, making him look even more well defined. The towel barely circled him and through a gap in the terry cloth Ruth could see his inner thigh. Ruth tried to devour every detail as fast as she could. Ray narrowed his dark green eyes at her and tilted his head.

"Ruthie, I'm making a puddle here."

Ruth started out of her focus. "Oh, of course. Sorry, trying to start my day and I'm still kind of groggy."

Stepping back to allow Ray to pass Ruth watched him move. Watched how his shoulders dipped slightly as he stepped one foot to the other. How his one free arm swayed. When Ray turned she took in his back, wide shoulders, arched deltoids, and a subtle V going to his waist. The deep hollow at the small of it. And below that his muscular buttocks moved under the towel. He kicked the door closed with his heel ending the show.

Fortunately for Ruth the hot water was spent, because she needed a shower on the colder side.

"And that was the start of my summer. And pretty much the game I spent it and the next whole year playing."

Ruth took a bite of vanilla and passed the bowl back to Abby.

"Game?"

Ruth nodded. "The 'Try And See As Much Of Ray Naked Game: The Play At Home Version'. I got real good at it."

"So, how much did you see. I mean eventually you, um-"

"We fucked, you can say it, Abbs. He plowed my field. He drilled me for oil. It's okay."

"Yeah, you guys fucked. But how much did you see before that?"

Ruth shrugged. "Pretty much all of him. But it was like some here, some there, like milestones. Like the first time I saw his whole ass."

It was July, just after Ray's birthday, and the day was hot and miserably humid. They had walked out along the tracks to take the little ones to Jackson's Pond. The river, though nice to look at and boat on, was filthy. If you swam in it you got ear infections, pink eye, skin rash, you name it. But the Pond, it was all right. It was the two oldest, Ray and Ruth, and the two youngest, David and Mary. Abby stayed back home, dealing with her monthly. David was barely still a toddler, almost four years old, and Mary was a slightly chubby and willful nine year old brat. Getting them out of the house was good for Ma and the pond would be nice and cool.

Because it was a bit of a hike they wore walking clothes and carried their swimsuits. When they left the tracks and followed the short trail east they stopped and split up. Ruth and the kids to one side of the path, Ray to the other. They walked a little ways into the trees and here they would change. Ruth helped the kids doff the walking about clothes, shorts and tees for them, so she could hand Mary her one-piece and David his trunks.

Ruth had an idea. "Mary watch David. I forgot something, won't be a second."

Ruth walked back to the path trying to be quiet and then crept in the direction Ray had gone. It didn't take long, he hadn't gone far. She saw him in a small patch of leaf-shadowed sunshine. And her breath stopped.

He was bent over at the waist, nude, trying to slip a foot into his trunks. His was a bit sideways so she could only make out so much. Both muscular globes of his ass in near profile, one almost eclipsing the other, the flexing hamstrings beneath, the cords of the back above. He looked like something out of myth, like some ancient warrior, like a demi-god. Ruth wanted him to turn just a bit so she could see what he was packing between those muscled legs. But it was not meant to be. Ray got his foot through and hoisted his trunks. As he did so he turned away from Ruth. And there is was for just a brief moment. Unobstructed. Glorious.

 

She could see both buttocks and the split where they met. They were muscular, the flexing created dimples on both sides. Ruth imagined grabbed both of those sides and digging in her fingers. Feeling them contract forward and flex back under her touch. She wanted to lick, bite, taste them.

And then it was gone, replaced by green trunks. Ruth ducked behind a tree. She crept back the way she came and found David sitting in his jockies in dry leaves, Mary in her swimsuit leaning against a tree looking bored.

"He's being fussy", Mary said.

"He's got too much energy and needs his swim suit." Ruth helped David up and everyone finished changing. Ruth was glad she would be out of her panties for a bit, because they needed some airing.

Abby chuckled. "Jackson's Pond is a milestone for Whole Naked Ass."

"Scout's honor." Ruth raised her hand in a mock Scout salute.

"So, uh, when did you see his other side?"

"Toward the end of summer. And that ended up being a happy accident."

As summer went on Ruth became more and more accustomed to the routine of the Game. See Ray in some stage of undress, take mental photograph, use it later to frig herself silly. Rinse (the comb), repeat another day. She had seen almost all of him and had kind of given up on seeing his stem and berries.

And then Pa tasked Ray with doing some repairs around the house, starting with the upper bathroom. The hinges squeaked and the knob would get stuck in the locked position, requiring real force to open. So Ray had started the work the night before, cleaning and lubing the hinge pins. The knob he took entirely apart to find part of the inner chassis was mobile and had worn a groove into the latch. Wiggle it just right and the chassis would notch in and prevent the knob from turning all the way. Ray could not fix that, only thing was replacement. He told Ma they needed a new knob for the bathroom door and she said she'd pick one up in the morning at the Ace in Farrow. Door still needed a knob so Ray put it back on.

What only Ray knew was he removed the latch bolt. "One day, what's the harm?" he thought.

The next morning Ruth woke up and blearily made her way out of her room to the upstairs bath. She grabbed the doorknob to see if it was locked and instead it swung silently inward.

Ruth was now totally awake. Standing in the claw foot tub, under the shower was Ray. Naked and amazing.

His head was covered in lather and his eyes were closed tight. He was turned away from the shower head and toward the door feeling around for something. His washcloth maybe? Well whatever it was she didn't care, because Ruth loved what she was seeing. Because she could see the whole package. Dripping, swaying, in full live color.

"So how big was it?" Abby leaned forward.

Ruth held her hands a little more than three inches apart.

"That's it?" Abby looked downright disappointed.

"Soft. It gets a bit more than twice that size hard. And it's thick."

"Thick how?"

Ruth made a circle with her thumb and for finger that almost touched.

"Tomas was a little thicker."

"Oh, sorry. That is soft too. Hard it swells up." Ruth opened up her finger circle until almost an inch of space appeared between them. "Couldn't get my hand around it. Almost got lockjaw first time I went down on it. The men in our family are fireplugs. And Ray is a fireplug with a fireplug."

And Ruth was standing in the bathroom doorway trying to memorize every bit of that fireplug.

As Ray floundered blind it waved back and forth, settling mostly to the right. It sat under a mat of course curly dark hair. The shaft was thick and darker than the rest of him. The foreskin that ringed the head was darker still, almost oaken brown. The round head was a dark pink, as wide as the shaft, and poked out halfway from the skin. A thick vein snaked over the top of it.

The balls seemed small compared to such a wide shaft, and lacked Kyle's symmetry. The right one hung lower than the left. The sack was covered with a tan peach fuzz that caught drops of water.

Ray found his wash cloth. He started washing lather out of his eyes.

Ruth silently closed the door. Took three big sideways steps toward her room and stepped through the door. The mental photographer had a lot to develop.

"So you say this went on for a year?" Abby scraped the bowl trying to get last of the creamy treat.

Ruth nodded. "Ray was clueless. Like I said, I made it a game. Gave myself some wonderful fantasies. Took a few dumb risks. But our relationship didn't change and I never got caught."

"But it did change."

Ruth clicked through her teeth. "Sure did."

Abby shrugged, and held her hands out expectantly. The universal sign for Come on, I'm waiting!

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