The Nuclear Family - Chapter 14 - Part II

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Note: this chapter involves consensual sex between people.  The format is different to the original as I am trying to drive the story more around sensuality, the intimacy, rather than sex.

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[:::: The Nuclear Family, Part II – Chapter 14 ::::]

For the rest of the afternoon, Amy and I enjoyed flirting.  She showed me the rest of the house, and I was impressed. We unloaded my car, pulling suitcases, bags and clothes from it until it was empty.  Amy then gave me a garage clicker and had me pull it into a spot she had already reserved for my car. 

I can admit I felt a little intimidated as I pulled my beat-up old Camry beside the brand new 2025 Darkhorse Mustang in the garage, but it was what it was, and I considered using my savings to buy something a little nicer.

“Don’t worry about it,” Amy told me when I came back inside and she saw my look. “My cars are your cars now.  You want to drive Elanor, you can.”

“Eleanor?” I asked.

Amy smiled.

“A reference to an old Nicholas Cage movie.”

“Okay…” I replied.

She showed me the drawers in which I could put my clothes, again reserved for me.  And while I did that, she excused herself to make a few calls from her office, citing work stuff.

As I unpacked and refolded clothes, I reflected on how everything had changed in a few hours, with the first few minutes that I had to myself since waking this morning.

Was I happy? Yes.

Was I going to give my all to Amy to see if this relationship would work? Absolutely.

As I finished unpacking my suitcases, I stored them in the shelves towards the back of the walk-in closet and grabbed my bag of workout gear to take down to Amy’s in-house gym.

As I wandered, I again took a second look at the rooms I passed. Each bedroom had a beautiful view out over the water, and the house had five bedrooms, including the master.  Each had its own ensuite and looked to be kept clean, always ready for guests.

I walked into the gym and whistled. Amy had fitted the place out with high-quality gear.  Lat machines, leg presses, and a rack of free weights.  I could also see there were two running machines overlooking the window that looked out over the street.  On closer inspection, I could see the left machine had only been added recently.  I smiled at the implications.

On my way back up the hall, I could hear that Amy was just finishing a call and I poked my head in when she signed off a minute later.

Her office was an impressive den of geekery.  She had no idea the eight monitors all showed different information.  On her desk, I could see two laptops, and she had a fairly large desktop computer under her desk.

“Sorry, Babe,” she told me. “I’ve got two more calls to catch up on.  Are you finding everything okay?”

“All good,” I told her. “I think I might take that run and shake out a few cobwebs. I’ll be back in, say, thirty minutes?”

“Perfect,” she said and then looked up. “Hang on.”

She pulled an iPad from a drawer in her desk and pressed a few things.

“Come over here,” she asked me, summoning me as she stood and proceeded to have me fingerprint myself on the touch screen.  Then she pressed a few buttons.

“I’ll run you through everything over the next couple of days, but for the moment, I have just entered your bio-metrics into the house systems.  That means you can open the doors and gates around the property, and you don’t need to carry a key with you when you run.”

I smiled at the implication. No jangle of keys in my pocket or leaving a door unlocked while out, hoping that no one came snooping.

A moment later, her Microsoft Teams app started calling, and I gave her a quick kiss and headed out.

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It was between tides that afternoon, the low tide had come and gone, and the waves were gradually increasing their encroachment on the high and dry sand.  I managed to run the entire length of the public beach and then back again in my thirty-minute window. I wanted to run further, but I had told Amy that we had thirty minutes, and we were also going to head for dinner.

I was gratified when my thumbprint opened the gate and then again on the front door.  I could hear that Amy was still on a call, so I took the opportunity to head up to the master and grab a shower.

Since mankind started bathing to clean ourselves, there have been a number of iterations of the shower.  From humble beginnings under a waterfall, or as kids holding a hose in the air, we came, then as we get older, we show up using the cheap metal or plastic shower heads you buy from the hardware store.

Of course, we have all seen the ads in our social media feeds for those extravagant showrooms and then scoffed at them for their overindulgence while we wished we could try one out.

That first experience in Amy’s shower, I have to tell you, the multiple heads, nozzles from all around that work with a program to rinse you, then stop while you soap up, then rain on you and clean you from every angle are not exaggerated.

I think I let out an audible groan as I had figured out how to get one of the jets to spray a constant stream of water onto a knot in the middle of my back while the outlets above me let out large rain droplets. And suddenly I heard Amy giggle on the other side of the steamy glass.  Looking out, I could see her shape.

“You okay in there?” she said in a musical voice. “Need me to save you?”

“I’m good,” I told her, “Just found the massage setting.”

“I know it's awesome, isn’t it?”

“Are you going to join me?” I asked, hopeful.

She giggled again. “I am going to do that many times in the future. However, not right now, we have a reservation down in the village in fifteen minutes, so get that fine ass dry and we need to get dressed and ready.”

Thirty seconds later, I was out, but I was surprised my girlfriend wasn’t there to watch me get out of the shower; instead, I found her pulling on a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark green silk blouse.  I will also admit that the brief glimpse I had of those luscious cheeks in that G-string had me wanting to drop the towel by dinner for dessert.

For the most part, I was glad I didn’t.

We ended up at Michaels’, it was an upscale restaurant along the main street, and it served the most amazing rib-eye fillet.  Done medium rare with glazed carrots and a baked potato and with the right amount of pepper Diane sauce, I was in heaven.

I think it might have been pre-arranged, but not long after we finished our mains, Mrs Radiz came by and, with an invite from Amy, joined us at our table for a glass of their dessert wine.

By the end of the meal, Margie, as she insisted I call her, had me in stitches, telling Amy and me stories of how her husband and I originally thought the main beach out in front of us was the famed nude beach after dark.  And one evening before they moved here, they sank down to the beach and went swimming al natural.

She smiled fondly as she recalled them getting escorted out of the water and up the beach by a couple of local police and told that the nude beach was towards the south.

When she asked what I did for a living, I told her I was the operations manager for my family business before I moved up here to be with Amy.  Her eyes shone, knowing she knew a little more, but had the tact to say no more.

“And Amy tells me you’re a boxer?” she asked. “My Bobby loved to box in his younger days.”

“It's sort of like boxing,” I explained. “It's called Mixed Martial Arts, and I use several of the fighting techniques I have learned while my opponents do the same. In the fight I have coming up, my opponent is known as a very good boxer, so I am training to be able to defend against him.”

“You’ll do fine, dear,” she said, patting my arm. “Amy has told me all about you, and I know you're going to kick Cody McGuineese's ass.”

For a moment, I was shocked. Gone was the sweet little old lady demeanour, and in its place was a vicious predator that would fight tooth and nail for anyone who got in her way.

The next moment, the old lady was back, and she looked at the watch on her wrist.

“Will you look at that, only twenty minutes until my bedtime,” then she looked at me. “Would you and Amy escort me back up the hill?”

We did just that and walked her to her front door. She hugged Amy, then me, telling me to look after her as Amy was a treasure.  When I told her the phrase, ‘With my life,’ Margie Radiz smiled.

As we were walking back in through the front gate, my phone rang, and I saw it was Darren.  I showed it to Amy, and the girl gestured me out onto the main balcony as she went into the kitchen and poured us both a glass of port.

“Hey, bud,” he said through the phone. “Toni and I just wanted to check Amy, and you arrived okay, and you're settling in.”

“Yeah, no problems,’ I told him. “Just back from dinner and met our wildcat old neighbour who could have given you and me a run for our money with her antics in her day.”

I heard Toni chuckle in the background, and I put the phone on speaker as Amy sat down beside me.

For the next few minutes, Amy and Toni spoke, as Amy described her day without giving anything away about our situation. 

Then Darren and I took over, and he started asking me about the facilities I had for training as we got closer to the McGuinness fight.

“You should see if Darren,” I said excitedly. “Amy has an entire workout room fitted out with everything I need, and the beach is so close…”

My eyes went wide as I just realised what I was saying, and I paled, looking back at Amy, who was holding back a peal of laughter.

She leaned towards the phone.

“He’s right, Darren, I have spent quite a bit of time getting everything ready for my man to train in.  He’s going to be ready, and I will do everything I can to get him there.  You just tell me what I need to get him to do, and I’ll make sure he does it.”

We spoke for a few minutes more about training, and then Toni told them they had to get going.

“We’ll get you up here soon,” Amy told them.  “Let me arrange a few things, and you can help get Robbie into the home stretch. Sound good?”

Darren enthusiastically agreed, and we hung up.

“I’m so sorry, babe, I didn’t mean…”

“It's all good,” she told me. “There are always situations, but you didn’t do anything wrong.  One of my meetings this afternoon was that I saw a need for Darren and Toni to come and train you, so I am having legal put together NDA’s for them.”

She winked at me, “Gotta look after my man.”

With that, she downed the last of her port and turned to me.

“I’m going to grab a quick shower. Can you clean up and turn the lights out?”

I nodded and enjoyed watching her hips sway as she walked away, looking back over her shoulder and winking at me.

As I turned the seat cushions up, grabbed the portable glasses and carried them inside as I heard the shower turn on.  Yes, visions were going through my head, and I had to force myself to focus.  I closed the doors and turned out the lights using the sequence on the home automation panel that Amy showed me earlier, and headed into the bedroom.

As I walked in the room, I heard the shower turn off and was surprised that Amy was in there only a couple of minutes.  I had removed my shirt and pants and was pulling the decorative pillows from the bed when I noticed the movement of Amy in the bathroom doorway off to my left.

“I’m sorry, Hun, I didn’t mean to spill the…”

My entire thought process went right out the window as I caught sight of Amy.  She was fresh out of the shower, wearing something that was almost transparent, the material covering only the most strategic places.

I have mentioned previously that as half sisters, Amy’s father and Georgia’s stepfather, Peter, is one of the most laid-back guys you will meet. I have only met Steve, Georgia’s father, twice, but both times I have been left with a less-than-great impression.

Amy and Georgia do have a few similar facial features. But with the vision of femininity before me, I could see where the comparison ended, and I could see that Amy did not inherit her attributes from the same gene pool as her sister.

I have previously mentioned Amy’s dark hair and her blue eyes. I’ve always told her they make her cute, and now, I understand why she blushed so often when I complimented her.

Last night I was honoured when she let me run my hands over her body, but seeing it now.  I am a guy, and guys are visual creatures.

Her hair was out, its raven strands enhancing the look of her pale, milky skin, her breasts were heaving and inviting, and as she showed her body to me, I watched as too-hard peaks pushed against the lace material of the bodice she was wearing.  She was still glowing from her brief shower, and I could see that she had just a hint of makeup on that accentuated her eyes and matched the blue of the lingerie.

As my gaze lingered, I noticed she stood straight and then slowly turned around, looking over her shoulder at me as she turned.

“Do you like, Robbie?”

“Honey,” I said as she walked with her hips swaying towards the bed.  “You are without a doubt the most sensually beautiful creature I have ever seen.”

It was the right thing to say, as the next moment she was pushing me back on the bed, pushing me backwards, and rubbing herself wildly against me.

For minutes, we kissed and our hands explored each other.  Our movements were full of need, yet not hurried as now, this large house all to ourselves, we knew we had time and no one would interrupt us.

In the light from the bedside table, Amy hoisted herself on her elbows and looked at me, her lower half still slowly gyrating against me.

“Do you want me, Robbie?” she asked. “Do you want to make me yours forever?”

Her voice was dripping with desire, yet I felt the seriousness of her question.  Up until now, we had been flirting, understanding we were headed for this.  But this here, this was a line, should we carry on commitment and fidelity would be absolute between the two of us.

I reached up between her arms and pulled her face to mine, kissing her softly, causing a moan to escape her lips.

“Now and forever, I am yours,” I told her.

She fell onto me then, and we rolled over until I was now on top of her.

As we kissed, I slowly peeled the bodice down, seeing unfettered for the first time that which I had been desiring.  My kisses went from his lips to her neck and lower, and Amy cried out as my tongue touched the centre of her chest for the first time.

I wanted to stay there; however, I still had a road to travel to reach my goal, and Amy was determined to see me there.  As my kisses once more travelled southwards, she pushed the bodice out of my way, ultimately lifting her hips and removing it altogether by the time I was enjoying kissing her belly button.

Her scent was sweet but earthy, her arousal intoxicating.  I smiled to myself as I kissed down her calf, ignoring the ultimate destination and spent my time teasing her.

But the time I made my way back up, Amy was panting, and she had a wild look in her eyes.

“Robbie, I have waited years for this.  Stop teasing me.”

I grinned back at her, and within the next few minutes, Amy cried out multiple times as I completed the task she wanted me to.

I had been with only two women before Amy, the first was my high-school girlfriend.  We had thought we were in love, but not soon after giving ourselves to each other, she figured out I wasn’t what she wanted, and we parted ways.  As a breakup, it wasn’t that bad,  there were some tears and ‘it's not you, it’s me’, however, she was my first.

My second was, of course, Georgia, and we all know how that ended.  However, as my bride, I learned a lot about how to please a woman, and while she cheated on me, I know it wasn’t because I wasn’t doing my duty in the bedroom.

I brought that to Amy, and I worked to please her with everything I had.

By the time she called me off ten minutes later, she was clawing at the sheets and cursing her sister. I will admit that it felt pretty good to know I still had it.

She drew me up her body and, without hesitation, kissed me deeply before pushing me over and then working my boxers off.

“Mmmm, I love my new toy, babe,” she told me, and she examined me up close, closing a hand around me.

I didn’t last as long as her, but having not felt the touch of a woman for over a year, Amy knew all the right things to do.

After she pushed herself back up my body and kissed me, I was well satisfied.

We lay like that for a few moments and exchanged a few kisses and touches.

Slowly, I came back to life, and Amy moved.  She placed her hips over mine, and I found myself positioned at the most intimate place of her body. 

Amy looked down at me, her eyes sparking with love and adoration.   My girlfriend was ready.

“Robbie, my love, this is a gift that I give you, that no one else can ever have.” And then she pushed herself down.  For a moment, I thought her words were our sentiment of our joining, but then I understood how much more they meant as I felt a pressure, a breaking, and Amy crying out in pain.

She fell onto my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“Amy, did you…”

“Shhh, Robbie,” she told me, closing her eyes. “I just need a few moments; it hurts.”

I didn’t move and just helped her appreciate what she had just done.  Knowing that I was her first made me love her all the more.

Soon she began to move, and within a few minutes, Amy was groaning as we both reached a release together.

After, she got up, grabbed a few wash clothes and came back, cleaning both herself and me up, before throwing them on the floor in the bathroom and snuggling back in to be with me.

We kissed and whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears and fell asleep entirely content with each other.

It was the most fulfilling and peaceful sleep that I have had in a long time, and I looked forward to it from now on.

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