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After The Train

Part 4, Chapter 2: Another Train - Portland Thanksgiving - We Arrive in Portland and Abby Is Waiting

November 25-

Both Catie and I were wearing comfortable sweat clothes and warm coats as we got off the train. We packed for cooler weather but this was COLD! We walked across the street to the parking area for Portland's Union Station. We put our suitcases in the trunk and Catie and I got into the back seat of the car. Since we had been out of contact for two days, we got the latest update on Catie's dad. Catie's dad still had a couple of weeks of rehab but he was coming home for the Thanksgiving holiday.

Since I had last been to their home, they had converted a downstairs room back to a bedroom. There was an attached bathroom that was between that room and another that was used as an office in the back of the house. Originally, I was going to be staying in that room. But Catie's dad really didn't need to be going up and down stairs, yet.

"You and Catie can stay in Catie's room. But you two behave yourselves."

"Yes, ma'am" we responded.

Here we were, sitting in the back seat of the car with Catie's mom, and I was sure my most recent load of cum that I had delivered just before we arrived was leaking out of Catie and wetting her panties. When we arrived at the house, I took our suitcases up to Catie's room. Catie stayed downstairs with her mom to go over a few things. When I came back downstairs. I found that we planned to go to the rehab center later in the day. Most of the food had already been purchased for the Thanksgiving dinner, so there was very little shopping that needed to be done over the next couple of days prior to Thanksgiving.

We took a quick shower and then napped for while. We left shortly after noontime to go to the rehab center. When we arrived, Catie re-introduced me to her dad. He was doing so much better than the last time I saw him. Certainly, he was now alert. Catie told him that he was doing so much better than when he left the hospital. We stayed for a couple of hours and then headed back to the house. He was looking forward to being home over the Thanksgiving weekend. I had a chance to interact with him in a way that wasn't possible the last time. Up to that point, I was just someone that others talked about as Catie's current love interest. He had only a vague recollection of me being present a month before. We left him and went back to the house.

A few minutes after we arrived back at the house Abby arrived from school. She came in and gave Catie a hug, kiss, and another hug. She came over to me hugged me and gave me a quite a kiss. But beyond that, there was nothing extraordinary about the rest of the day or evening. Catie and I spent most of the day "recovering." The Monday Night Football Game wasn't one that we were willing to stay up and awake for. We said our goodnight early to Marianne and Abby and headed to bed. We slept well.

The house was empty the next morning when we woke up. Abby was at school and Catie's mom was out somewhere for the morning. We had the house to ourselves and spent a good amount of time in bed together. We finally got up to do something other than stay in bed all day together. While we were in the shower, Marianne returned home (though we didn't know it at the time). Catie and I finished up in the shower and I stepped out in the hallway to head back to Catie's bedroom. Initially, I didn't realize anyone was behind me as I walked down the hall and then I heard her. I spun around and there she was. I had my towel over my shoulder.

"Hi, Marianne." I didn't panic or try to cover up. "I didn't know you were back."

"I can see that," she said. I continued down to Catie's room and stepped in. A couple of minutes later Catie came into the room while I was picking out my clothes.

"Well, I gave your mom a show." and told her what happened. Catie chuckled.

"It was bound to happen sometime. You aren't the first naked guy she's seen."

In a few minutes I was ready to go downstairs. Marianne was working in the downstairs bedroom. I stuck my head in through the door and said "good morning."

"I'm sorry for walking naked down the hallway. I thought Catie and I were the only ones here."

"Don't worry about it. I can see why she likes you. You're pretty easy to look at," she said with a smile.

"Thank you," was all that I could think to say.

"She really liked seeing where you live, your son and the way you two interact."

"I know. She's told me. I'm just doing the best I can to raise him."

"Well, she thinks you're a great father," Marianne said.

Catie and I went for a ride around the area showing me the important places in her life as she grew up here, where she and her friends would hang out, etc. She showed me the various schools including the high school that she (and now Abby) attended. We were gone for a couple of hours. Listening to the radio, "our song" (Catie and I) came on. It was Run to You by Bryan Adams. It seemed to match the way I felt about Catie.

We arrived back at the house just before Abby got home.

I was a bit surprised that Abby wasn't as "forward" as I thought she would be from the way she talked with me on the phone. But the other conversations that we had may have tempered those thoughts. Abby told us she was finishing up a project and mostly stayed in her room.

Tuesday came and went without incident.

On Wednesday, Marianne had asked us if we could get up early to help handle some of the last moment details before Thanksgiving. Of course, we could and she had a list of things for us to do or get. There weren't many food items or dinner related items on the list. There were decorations like flowers for flower arrangements that I remember she asked us to pick up. I remember we stopped at REI so that I could pick up a couple of more turtleneck shirts to deal with the colder temperatures.

Catie's brothers would be arriving on Thursday as would Catie's dad. Marianne had arranged for a transportation service to bring him from the rehabilitation facility to his home. Catie and I were to go there and Catie would ride with her dad while I drove back behind them. The plan was to have him home over the weekend and return to the rehab facility on Sunday. Marianne had all the major items and timings written out on a schedule. I took note of this approach because it would help me with the party that I was going to be holding in at my home in just a few weeks just before Christmas. That day before Thanksgiving felt good to me because once again I felt I was contributing to a family gathering, something I had missed the year before after being part of some Thanksgiving gathering for the past decade.

Whatever "reprieve" I felt from Abby was about to come screeching to an end on Wednesday night. Maybe Abby was just waiting for a non-school night. I'm not sure. But the request was definitely different. Abby asked Catie if she could have me for the night (alone) before everyone else arrived. And if not all night, then at least for a few hours. She said she wanted to feel what it felt like just to be just the two of us. I had a weird feeling about this and I wasn't really sure how Catie might feel about me sleeping with her sister in the next room. I quickly pointed out that even though the two of us were technically alone, we really wouldn't be alone because Catie would know the two of us were together.

But Catie's answer did surprise me and she told me that I should go ahead and let her have the experience.

"It's not like you haven't fucked her before. I was there. I watched. This time I'll be next door and when you come back to me, look out. I'll be ready to fuck your eyeballs out."

"What about your mom?"

"Well, you'll just have to be quiet." I knew the master bedroom area was actually separated from Abby's room by a bathroom and closet area and that there were no direct connecting walls for sound to go through into the bedroom. But there were still doors and hallways for sound to travel through. All of this got me incredibly hard. We worked out the logistics and then waited until the time was right after their mom went to bed.

Abby went upstairs next and told me to wait about 5 minutes because she had an outfit picked out just for me. I was sitting downstairs with Catie. "Didn't we think this might be a bad idea?" I asked.

"It could be. But why not give her the experience?"

A few minutes later Catie and I came up the steps and stopped outside outside of Abby's room. Catie gave me a kiss, told me to not hold back, and to relax and enjoy myself.

"I'll be ready for you in the morning," she said.

"I know you will!"

Catie tapped lightly on Abby's door and called her name quietly. Abby opened the door, Catie gave me a kiss, and Abby pulled me in through the door. Several of the lights in her room were turned on, making it relatively bright. All of her stuffed animals were piled on her desk (different location from when Catie and I were in there a little over a month ago).

She was wearing a tight, black knit lace crotchless bodysuit. In addition to being crotchless, it also was open so that her breasts were exposed to direct access. She was also wearing lace top black, thigh-high stockings.

"Does my sister ever dress up for you like this?" Abby asked.

"No, but maybe I should ask her to," I said.

I heard the door to the next bedroom close as Catie, I assumed, entered it. It didn't take Abby long to undress me. As soon as my cock was free of my pants, Abby grabbed it and was gently stroking it. And once I was completely out of my clothes, she wrapped herself around me, kissing me while holding my cock in her right hand. She whispered to me that she had just completed her last period so it shouldn't be "as messy" this time.

"The mess can be part of the fun," I said.

I lowered her onto the bed and then asked why it was so bright in her room.

"I want to see the way you move and the way you react and I want to be able to be seen, too."

One advantage to a crotchless outfit is that you can "dive right in" without the blockage of the fabric. And so it was that Abby had my tongue and lips lapping at her amazingly wet pussy, my tongue tracing around and through the folds of her labia and vulva and gently circling around and over her clitoris. She would pull the back of my head towards her with her hands when she wanted to apply more pressure, and gently push me away if it got to be too much.

At times I raised her up on her shoulders with her legs draped over my shoulders. In this position, I was up on my knees, her pussy at my mouth. She could reach under and behind her back to grasp my cock and I could reach forward and gently twist and pinch her nipples. She had multiple orgasms from this position before I let her back down onto her back on the bed.

I pivoted on the bed to get on my back and she immediately moved on top of me to straddle my face with her hips and immediately took my cock in her mouth in the classic "69" position. She had numerous orgasms in this position but was having difficultly in applying the combination of pressure and suction to advance my orgasm. I asked her what she wanted and she told me that she wanted to make me cum (in her mouth). With some guidance and coaching, she slowed down her pace, applied more manual pressure with her hands and mouth, and gradually brought me towards orgasm. I was really close.

"Now, if you really want me to cum, slide my cock all the way in you mouth as far as you can take it and gently squeeze my balls." With her head tilted back, she was taking me pretty deep without gagging.

"That's it. A little more...here I cum." I resisted the urge to push her head forward on me and just let her take as much of me as she could. I was pretty deep in her mouth and possibly into her throat as I started to spurt my cum. It felt weird as she tried to swallow. She didn't really gag but she did back me out slightly to take on the load of cum that was spurting out of the tip of my cock.

I did wrap my hands around her buttocks as I was cumming and pulled her down onto my mouth. Eventually that triggered her own orgasm with me cumming in her mouth. As our orgasms subsided, she played with my cock while rolling her tongue along the under side of the tip. I was really sensitive and had to get her to back off some. She sat up a little and sucked the last of the cum out of the tip and held it in her mouth. She rolled off me and turned around to get back on top of me, this time face-to-face. As she lowered herself into position, as best she could, she showed me how much cum she still had in her mouth. Our mouths and tongues met and the pool of cum in her mouth flowed into mine. We shared this back and forth for a couple of minutes before I finally swallowed what I held. She did the same.

"That's the first time you've cum in my mouth," she observed.

"How did you like it?"

"I liked that I got to enjoy the feeling of your cock in my mouth without rushing to take it all the way in," she said.

"How about cumming in your mouth and throat?" I asked.

She told me that first spurt was a surprise, not that I was cumming, but how deep it spurted into her throat.

"I almost gagged because it was like a warm 'tickle.' I don't know if I could hold it there to feel each spurt. After pulling back so the rest was in my mouth...doesn't have much taste and sort of warm and gooey," she said. "Sort of like a warm, uncooked egg white." She said sharing it with me made it easier to hold and swallow because it became more liquidous and less gooey as we spread it between our mouths.

"Well, don't expect many guys to want you to share their cum with them."

"Then why do you do it?"

"I've practiced, for one. But if you've just allowed me to cum inside you, shouldn't I be willing to 'share the load,' so to speak?"

"Unless I want to hold it all inside me," she said. "True. There is that," I said.

I began to get pretty stiff again and as I did, I worked the muscles to get my cock to pop up and catch Abby just right so she could slide me in. I was pretty close to the correct angle as she tried to slide me in but ultimately reached down between her legs to guide the head of my cock into the correct position. She slowly worked her way down my cock varying the angle and using her bodyweight to get me in deeper and deeper. Although very wet, she was also quite tight. I was going to do something about that.

"Sis tells me this is your favorite sex position."

"Any position where you're on top of me is my favorite position. There's so much to see and do from this position...like this," as I bent her over and brought her breasts to my lips and alternately sucked them to bring her to a long orgasm as I continued to suck on them. As that orgasm wave passed, I gently pushed her up by her abdomen and then slid my hands up to her breasts so that she was sitting straight up on my. With her breasts cupped in my hands, I could knead her breasts and gently twirl and pinch each nipple or both at the same time. I watched as her eyes, mouth, and face conveyed the sense of ecstasy she was experiencing. I also pointed out that she could watch herself in her closet door mirrors (which she did for several minutes).

After cumming from watching and feeling my hands and fingers around her breasts and nipples, I slid my hands down her back and grasped her by her hips and buttocks to pull her down on me to penetrate her even more deeply with the degree of upward thrust I could manage. She was managing to keep her orgasms quiet.

"And then there's this more difficult position," as I had her turn around so that she was on top but facing away from me (Reverse cowgirl). I described to her what it looked like to me to see her ass moving and jiggling with each impact. I felt the increased friction from the angle of her vagina relative to her uterus rubbing the head of my cock. I could tell by the way she was breathing, holding her head, and bouncing on me that she was in another wave of orgasms.

"You can't see my face as I cum," she said. "Nor mine," I said.

"Are you getting ready to cum?"

"Not yet. I'll have you turn around so you can watch me cum."

I slid my hands up her side and pulled her back a little so I could cup her breasts and play with them again and again. I had her bend forward (which really bent me inside her with a lot of pressure on my glans), she was in the middle of doing this when I licked my index finger and slipped it over her anus, with the tip just barely penetrating her. She jumped and sat up pretty quickly to "protect" that opening.

"This position gives me access to that cute little rosebud of yours, too," I said.

She leaned forward to expose her anus again and I slid my hand along my abdomen and gradually slipped the one finger into her rectum, the pad of my finger pressing the rectal wall forward towards her bladder, my cock pressing her vaginal wall back towards my finger.

Suddenly she raised herself up to told me "Too much!" I told her to go ahead and pull me out of her and she could turn around and get into the normal (cowgirl) position and watch me as she took me to orgasm. Of course, she had to get through a couple of her own (which I thoroughly enjoyed). Five minutes later I was spurting another load of cum into her, this time into her vagina.

She propped herself up on my shoulders.

"In addition to getting larger inside me, you get a really dreamy look on your face as you get ready to cum. And you've got this smile on your face as you do."

"What do you think I look like when I cum?" she asked.

"It depends. Sometimes you just looking like you're dreaming in some out of body zone. Sometimes I can tell you eyes are just rolled back in you head. Other times it almost looks like a moment of pain, almost a look of panic before the relaxed look spreads across your face. You skin gets flushed, your eyes sometimes have their own natural deep eye shadow. It is quite the sight.

She stayed on top of me for five minutes before I slid out of her. She got up and told me that I had worked over her bladder and she need some relief. She slipped out her bedroom door, closed it quietly and went down the hall to the bathroom still dressed in her crotchless, open breast, lace body suit and her stockings. The dual string of the crotchless section was a thong-like section that ran up over her hips. I had a really nice view of her ass as she left and walked out the door.

I got up and carefully opened the door and looked down the hallway towards the master bedroom. The door was (still) closed meaning that Marianne wasn't watching what was going on in her youngest daughter's bedroom. I slipped out the door, still naked, and slipped into Catie's bedroom.

Catie was dozing/asleep naked in her bed. I slipped into bed with Catie for a moment and she awoke.

"Hi. How's it going?" Catie asked.

I gave her a kiss. "Fine," I said.

"You have her pussy on your lips and mouth. Is she having a good time?"

"Judging from how many times she's cum, yes."

"Are you having a good time?"

I paused for a moment, not really sure what to say.

"It's okay. She wants to experience what it's like to be with you one-on-one, just like I do," Catie said.

"How do you know that?"

"Just some things she's said to me. Don't hold back, love. Give her everything you have. I'll be here for you in the morning."

It was already "morning" but I knew what she meant. "I'll see you then," I said.