Unspoken Pleasure

She looked quizzically at me, then broke into a big smile. "Oh, yes, Johnny, a very special present. Yes!"

We checked into a nice motel some miles away.

"Do you have a suggestion for a really nice restaurant?" she asked the motel clerk.

"Oh, the Bristol is by far the best in town but expensive. "Oh, that's ok," Amanda responded. "We just got married and want to celebrate."

I looked sharply at her and we both broke into big smiles.

"Oh, that's nice! You two make a great couple. Congratulations! I'm glad you said something. I'm going to upgrade you to our best room, it's a mini-suite."

Amanda sucked my cock for a few minutes and then I reciprocated by lunching on her pussy.

"I'm really getting excited, honey. Is your cock still hard?"

"Like a rock."

"Put it in. Now."

Her pussy was already gushing from my oral ministration. My cock pushed between her engorged lips and deep into her pussy.

"God, you are tight, sis. Your pussy feels wonderful."

"Larry only did me half a dozen times and his cock was much smaller. You cock feels so much better than his. Honey, you already got me going with your tongue. I'm not going to last much longer."

I increased the pace of my thrusting, pulling out until only my cock head was inside, then going deep.

"I'm going to cum, Amanda. Oh, damn... "

I held my cock deep in her pussy as I expended my cum. Seconds later she came, pulling me to herself.

"Oh, Johnny. Oh, honey. So good. Oh ...noveldrama

"Stay in me, honey. Oh, I like how it feels as your cock is getting smaller. Keep moving if you can."

Another minute and my cock slid out of her pussy.

"Lick me, Johnny. Lick my pussy."

I looked at her swollen pussy, undecided.

"Come on, Johnny, it's only your cum. I taste it all the time. It won't hurt you."

She used her fingers to spread her pussy lips. "Can you see the cum? Here, let me push some out. Put your tongue in my hole. Please."

I scooted between her legs and tentatively licked up the cum that was visible. After I got used to the taste I really went to town. Amanda had a second climax, coating my face with a new burst of her juices.

"Damn, Johnny, I don't know why I asked you to do that, but it was wonderful. Thank you so much and I hope this wasn't a one-time thing. You know, I wondered how good you would be. I mean, your girlfriend said you were so terrible in bed but you were terrific. Now we can experiment, try some different positions, maybe watch porn for ideas."

The weeks after our "honeymoon" were idyllic. We made love every day. We teased each often in various stages of undress. About the only thing we didn't do was anal. We decided I was too big. Eating creampie also became a regular part of our lovemaking.

But our financial situation wasn't doing as well. Our jobs were ok but didn't pay well. High school educations don't get you in the door anymore.

"Johnny, mom called, she needs to talk to us. She said it's important."

"Hi, mom. What's up?"

"Some bad news, honey. You remember your Uncle Joe? He died of a heart attack."

"Really? That's awful. He was a nice guy but not all that old, if I remember."

"No, late forties. Anyway I know you and Amanda liked him and he liked you guys. The funeral is Saturday. It would be nice if the both of you could go."

"Sure, mom. You and dad going too?"

"Yes. Joe and I never really got along but I feel an obligation to go. I thought we could all ride together since it's a three-hour drive."

A week after the funeral Amanda and I received certified letters from a bank trustee. The letter advised us that, according to the terms of the trust, we were the sole beneficiaries of his estate. We were requested to meet to discuss the disposition of his assets.

Unbeknownst to us Uncle Joe had been very successful in the stock market and real estate. His trust awarded Amanda and me $65, 000 each per year until we reached the age of twenty-five, at which time the entire estate became ours.

Amanda and I looked at each other, totally shocked. $65, 000 a year, times two. Our meager financial existence was in the past.

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"So we will each receive $65,000 per year for the next six years?"

"Yes," the bank administrator confirmed. "In addition each of you will receive an immediate lump sum of $50, 000.

"I had no ideal Uncle Joe was so wealthy," I said to Amanda.

"Your uncle never married and other than your mother he had no other relatives besides yourself."

"He was our only uncle on our mother's side."

"To continue, when the two of you reach your twenty-fifth birthdays, you receive the bulk of the estate. Presently the value is approximately $20 million. Assuming some appreciation over the next six years, between the two of you the total might be some $25 million. Congratulations!"

We were speechless. Twenty-five million! We would be millionaires.

The paperwork was prepared and Amanda and I were each presented bank checks for $50,000. We established a joint bank account for the monthly dispersals of the $65, 000 annual amounts.

"Amanda, what do we do now?" I asked at the first opportunity for private conversation. "Gee, I'm not sure. This is overwhelming. I suppose we could use the $100, 000 to buy a house or condo and get out of this dinky apartment."

"Yeah, and then use part of the annual payments to pay a mortgage on it."

When mom found out, she was really pissed that she and dad hadn't been included in

the trust. "After all we did for him, I can't believe he didn't give us anything."

****

"Johnny, I think we should move."

"I agree. We already talked about getting out of this apartment."

"No, I mean move, like to another city. Someplace new."

"I guess. Why?"

"Think about it. Our friends know I needed a place to live. But I've been living here for, what, four months? Sooner or later someone might wonder. I mean, at our ages we should be dating others. But we're not. Wouldn't that seem strange?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean. Where would we go?"

"We can do some research, pick someplace nice, far enough away that our friends don't come to visit."

"But after we make new friends, won't they also start to wonder?"

"Not if they think we are married."

"Married?"

"Sure. We have the same last name and we can easily act married. To me it's the perfect solution."

It was a splendid idea. We eventually decided on Boulder, Colorado. It was a long way from here and had a great reputation. We gave notice on our apartment and our jobs and gave away most of our furnishings, such as they were. Amanda's car was the better of the two so I sold mine. We packed up our remaining possessions and drove to our new home.

We had appointments with two real estate agents. We found a very nice condo, three bedrooms. We kept $10,000 in the bank and used the remainder for down payment on the $400K purchase price. We kept Amanda's car and after two monthly checks came in we bought a used SUV.

"Are you thinking about getting a job, John?"

"I don't know. We have $130,000 coming in each year, that's more than plenty. I'm not terribly qualified for any high-paying job. What are you thinking?"

"Well, we can just sit around here all day long. Correction, sit around here when we aren't fucking. I was thinking maybe about going to college."

"That's a pretty good idea."

The fall semester would be starting in a month, just barely time to get in our applications.

We were invited to a neighborhood block party about the same time. We enjoyed meeting new people. Since our last names were the same they assumed we were married. We didn't correct that assumption.

One couple had a pool and held fairly frequent parties. We were invited. Amanda and I bought new suits. She looks so good in a bikini so we picked out one that was just barely decent. It was a good thing that she shaved her pussy a few weeks earlier.

"Damn, Johnny, we are a good looking couple, don't you think?" as we tried on our suits. "I just love your tight abs."

"Thanks. The guys are going to eat you up. Perky tits, bubble butt. Too bad they not might notice your beautiful face," I said with a grin.

"I think every guy over 30 wants to fuck you," I observed after we joined the group. "Yeah, they do stare, don't they? Let them," as she took my arm and headed to the bar. "Hi. This is my husband Jim, and I'm Sally. And this is Mike and Diane. We live over in the next block."