Disclaimer: Be warned there are rampant POV changes at every bold heading, that's what I get for having pushy characters they all wanted a say.

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The Littlest Death 

I feel like I’m flying, First-class at that. I can so see what all the fuss is about now. This is FUUUUUUUN. 

I feel like I have just run a marathon... and won. Exhausted and elated at the same time.  

“I’m not done yet Cooper, the best is yet to come.” 

What the hell does she mean by that? OOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo Myyyyyyyyyyy Gooooooooooooooooooood. 

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight Thhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeeeeeeeee. That is so the right spot. I wonder how the hell I survived without this for sooo long. That tongue is making me insane. It’s so hot and agile it’s overheating my brain and corrupting data. I didn’t know tongues could do thaaaaaaaaaat. I think I just squealed and hit a good octave above my natural voice.  

Note to self: Measure Liz’s tongue for Guinness’ book of world records. It has to be a contender; Liz’s data cable is well and truly inserted in my USB port. 

I am so close to a complete meltdown, my mainboard is melting, I’m melllllltttting, my hard drive is crashing and Liz had just added her fingers to the mix. Oh God she is gonna do it. Kick it through the uprights, slide into home, slam the dunk. I can feel her sliding in and my whole body shivers in antici……….pation.  

She is almost there and I can’t wait. 

Hang on a second here. She has stopped. 

Dead in the water.  

I convince my eyes to return from their vacation in the back of my head and look down where the blonde head is looking up at me from between my thighs. That sight alone could make me explode except she is looking at me with a definite question in her eyes.  

I knew I should have taken up horse riding…… 

Ego….. It’s not a dirty word. 

Well let me tell you, this is NOT what I expected at all. Not in a million years would I have thought Cooper was a ……. A ……. A VIRGIN! I look up and into those beautiful, trusting, baby blues and she answers my unasked question with her body, shifting her hips as much as the damn cast allows. She wants this. I place one final kiss between her legs and kiss and suck my way back up to her face, I want to do this right. Regardless of the fact that I am currently covered in her thick arousal she kisses me hungrily, thrusting her tongue against my own making my body melt from the inside out. Without any conscious thought my fingers are now buried to hilt and Cooper didn’t even flinch, but she is moaning loudly.  

My lizard brain is defiantly purring in conquering contentment. We never break from our kiss even as we move into more athletic pursuits, our bodies moving against each other, sweat slicked skin sliding, my fingers wrapped in their hot, wet and tight cocoon are determinedly moving in and out, drawing the most delicious sounds out of Cooper. I am on top of her, straddling her hips, my breasts rubbing all over her chest and my nipples catching and pulling at the metal rings in Cooper’s.  

This whole scene is such a turn on, the sounds of our skin, the smells of our arousal, the sounds we are both making. I just know I am leaking like a faucet and I am desperate for her to touch me. I take Cooper’s hand away from shredding the sheets and bring it towards my own need, thank god she has long arms or this would not be physically possible. With very little direction her fingers massage my aching clit, making me groan long and loud. She explores me gently before a curious finger dips just inside, I grab her wrist and slowly push that curious finger deeper in to where I need it most. The look of shocked awe on Cooper’s face is a memory I will no doubt cherish forever. As her exploration continues in a much more enjoyable venue, I work my own hand harder, twisting and thrusting, making Coopers eyes roll into the back of her head. I am so close and I want Cooper to come along for the ride with me. 

Are We There Yet? 

OH MY FUCKING GOD, that has to be that G spot I keep reading about, whenever I touch it; it makes Liz’s entire body shiver and my heart stop beating. It feels fucking fantastic; masturbation never felt anything like this. That would be like comparing Jan to Marsha, Pepsi to Coke or god forbid Britney Spears to Dusty Springfield.  

My fingers are trapped in a place I never thought I would get to, I had no idea it would be so hot, wet and tight, they are some strong muscles down there. I don’t think I could pull out even if I wanted to. And I don’t. Nope, quite happy with them in there. I wiggle them and touch that little bump again just to see her shiver and to hear that moan again. Hehe life is so fucking great. 

I feel like I am at the rodeo, as the bull not the rider. I just can’t stop bucking my hips and Liz is hanging on for dear life, I’m sure of it. I always thought I would be quiet as a church mouse on a Sunday in this situation, however, it turns out I was deluded, seriously. I’m 100% positive that the howl reverberating around the room, sounding like a starving wolf finding an all you can eat buffet of succulent piglets, was me. I wonder if it would have knocked down the little brick house? 

I don’t know how much more I can take without needing the top of my head sewn back on. Liz has collapsed against my chest and I can feel her heart beating a zillion miles an hour, just like mine. I’m feeling on top of the world.  

When can we do it again???? 

The Morning After 

I can feel the gentle morning sun warming my face, I slept soooo well last night, and wow; what a dream I had. 

Rewind that, dreams don’t leave me feeling tender down below. Dreams don’t feel that warm when I use them as a mattress. Lastly dreams DO NOT have breasts that make great pillows. I rub my eyes and catch the distinctive scent on my fingers. The entire night floods into my foggy but conscious mind and reality gives me a swift kick in the pants. 

Oh My God, I snuck into the room and seduced a VIRGIN. I really did it. Toni would be so proud of me right now. But then again, Toni has been really busy lately. I am so proud of me. I am in bed snuggled up to Cooper. Mentally I flip the bird to the entire world. Haha Cooper is mine. I let myself relax back into Cooper’s warmth and drift back into sleep. 

The pounding on the front door wakes me up with a heart attack. I am going to kill whoever dares disturb my sleep. Easing away from Cooper I get up and throw on a soccer jersey hanging over the back of a chair, it comes right down to my knees. I head for the front door banging my shin once and stubbing my toe twice.  

Oh yes whoever is at the door is dead meat.  

“Do you have any manners at all?” I ask as I pull the door open, looking up I see a huge guy in a khaki green Marines uniform. I snarl just a little and tell him exactly where the marine base is by way of a colonoscopy and slam the door. I just want to crawl back into the nice warm bed with the very nice built in bed warmer. Even if she does sleep like a St Bernard puppy, all floppy and splayed, hogging most of the bed. 

The idiot marine musty be suicidal, he is banging on the door again. Once again I yank open the door and go on a scathing tirade, when I finally run out of steam and expletives he just grins. 

“Have you ever thought about joining the services? You’d make a great drill instructor! I haven’t had a dressing down that good since I was a recruit. I’m actually here looking for my baby sister Cooper.” 

I have spent the last few minutes ranting and raving like a lunatic at Cooper’s brother. 

Summer of Love 

“Oooof” the air is forced out of my lungs when something heavy lands on my stomach. I open my eyes and all I can see is a pair of lovely breasts wearing my white soccer jersey. I know I must be grinning like a jackal but I really can’t help it. Last night really happened and she is still here. 

Chalk one up for the Fireball! 

Somehow, I’m not really sure how, I manage to force my eyes to look up into feisty green eyes that are glaring at me. Uh oh, I don’t think I like that look too much, I’m feeling like a puppy that just peed on the carpet. 

“Get your ass out of bed and go deal with the visitor in the living room. I am going to have a shower and force myself to not slash my wrists with my lady bic.” 

Huh? What the hell is going on? The Morning After isn’t meant to be like this is it? Liz slides of me and practically stalks into the bathroom, slamming the door for effect.  

I didn’t even get a good morning kiss. This sucks. I pull on a t-shirt and a pair of baggy cut off sweats that fit over my cast, grab my crutches and hobble out into the living room. 

“Woody!!” I am instantly lifted off the ground in a bear hug. 

“Good to see you Coop, I only just got the news, how you feeling?” He asks as he places me on the couch like I weight 20 pounds instead of 200. I may be tall and have some cool muscles but Woody looks like a linebacker who was bottle fed steroids at birth. He has biceps like my thighs and is taller than me by a good 6 inches. 

“I feel OK, I hate lugging around the cast, but if it means my leg heals it’s worth it.” 

“So Cooper, tell me about the spitfire who let me in…….” 

Well he is my big bro, so of course I tell him all the details, ok so not all of them and certainly not THOSE ones. But Woody has always been more like my dad than my brother really. He’s 13 years older than me and has always looked after me, changed my diapers, fed me, took me to school on my first day. All the things a PARENT is supposed to do for their kid Woody did for me my entire life. I still have no idea who raised him, no way on earth could it have been our mother. I think maybe Woody raised himself, and boy did he do a good job. 

“You say she’s older than you, she can’t be anymore than what 26? That’s nothing to worry about.” He says after hearing most of it. 

“Ahhhh Liz is 36 Woody, and I’m only 21, so she kinda had some “Issues” with it.” I tell him with a grin. 

He just laughs and slaps me on the back hard enough to separate my ribs. “Shit Coop, way to go, she is a real firecracker. I like her already, so go on and tell her there’s no need for Hari Kiri, and get out here, I’ll go put on some coffee.” 

 NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! 

I let the hair conditioner sluice down my body and into the drain, I hear the door open then close again and feel the gentle tingle in my skin letting me know I am being watched. I can almost hear Coopers heart beat go into overdrive and I know I’m not the one fighting to breath. 

I tell you Cooper is sure good for my ego when she reacts like this. Too bad her BROTHER IS OUT THERE WAITING, Oh god, I just had to remind myself didn’t I, but I can’t help but play with Cooper just a little. So gather a little body soap and slowly run it along my chest and stomach, knowing full well her eyes are glued to it. 

“Uhhh Liz, what does a stroke feel like?” She asks in a tight voice. 

“I don’t really know Cooper; I will guess and say it feels bad.” I reply lightly. 

“OK, that’s good to know then.” I hear in that strained voice again. 

“Does it feel bad Cooper?” I ask as I let my hands slide between my thighs. 

“Ahhh no, not bad at all. Very good in fact, hot and starting to sweat but good.” Poor Cooper, I think I am close to breaking my new toy. She is starting to sound like she is in a great deal of pain. 

“Wash my back for me?” I ask holding the soap out to her. With a speed that belies her temporary handicap she is standing next to the bath and is kissing me like I have never been kissed before. I’ve said it before, and now I will say it again, Cooper is so damn good for my ego. I spent 8 long years with Cally and she never once kissed me like she was drowning and I was air. I am in soooo much trouble here, up to my eye-balls and absolutely loving every second of it.  

I do make it out of the shower and into the kitchen eventually, where a slightly damp Cooper introduces me to Woody, her eldest brother. Looking at him now sitting at the kitchen table next to Cooper, It’s easy to see the resemblance between them. Both are tall and muscular, they also share those heart-stopping baby blues and the same easy smile. One of which is directed at me and the other directed at Cooper.  

Woody chuckles at Cooper’s obvious distraction and thus begins the official Big Brother Talk.

Continued in Part 8

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