Abby and I went downstairs to the kitchen area to see what we might fix for dinner. Abby didn't want to take away from our time together by cleaning up, getting dressed, and going to some restaurant (like we would have if we were staying in a hotel). Like the sensation walking by Catie's room, it was also a little strange to be "prancing" through the house naked. Of course, the last time I had after Thanksgiving, we were mindful of and concerned about being caught, so we were a bit more cautious (if I could call it that) to make sure that someone didn't walk-in on us. Abby certainly wasn't (or didn't seem like she was) concerned about it this time.

She opened the refrigerator door, leaned over, looked in, and started telling me the various options that we had. I slipped in behind her, being careful that she didn't hit her head if she was startled by my contact with her body. I slipped my cock between her legs and asked if "hot tube steak" was on the menu?

"Maybe as an appetizer," she replied, trying not to become too distracted by the presence of my cock between her legs. We settled on a cold salmon salad dish, along with some cold fruit and vegetables (a very healthy and high protein source for all the activities we'd be sharing). Abby had me get two trays for carrying our meal out of the kitchen and dining room area. I assumed that we were going to carry them back upstairs. Abby had a different idea about that.

The house was two-levels and located on top of one of the local hills around Portland. On a day like today, the snow covered peak of Mount Hood was visible to the east of Portland. The backyard was mostly private as it was difficult to see into the backyard over the fence and the trees from nearby homes. Abby's plan was for us to take out dinner out the side of the house through the "mudroom" and walk into the backyard. From the front of the house, we would be mostly concealed by the house and the plantings on the front of the house. The fence and the plantings in the backyard enclosed a nice grassy area and garden like setting. There was a collection of wooden yard furniture in one area of the backyard.

We were still naked as we walked back to the chairs and tables towards the back of the yard. Before picking up our trays, Abby and I spread some insect repellent on each other. It was still about an hour before sunset, so it wasn't like we were slipping into the yard under the cover of darkness. I grabbed our towels, we slipped out the side door across the end of the driveway, and into the grassy area of the backyard.

Abby had taken an interest in maintaining the backyard area and plantings as winter turned to spring and then to summer. She said that it reminded her of the times that she and her mom had worked, planted, and maintained this area when she was growing up and had her feel like she was still close to her mom. We talked about gardening and yard related topics while we ate our dinner. And unless someone came up the driveway and beside the house, or peered through the wooden fencing surrounding the backyard, we were invisible to human eyes.

"You know my mom and dad used to slip out here on some nights, didn't you?" she asked. I did know that from a couple of entries in Catie's diaries where Catie realized that their mom and dad weren't inside the house and, peering through the darkened windows at the back of the house, could make out their mom and dad out in the backyard, though dimly lit, having their own private times together. Catie didn't write about it extensively other than outline the couple of times that she saw it happen. It made her feel good about the love they shared for each other and knowing that they continued to have a good and healthy sex life.

Abby, too, had figured our what their mom and dad sometimes did out in their backyard as she got older. She told me that there were a couple of times when it was warm and cloudy, when the lights of the city provided more skyglow than usual, it made it easier for her see her parents in the backyard and what they were doing. She was maybe 14 or 15 years old when she first realized it and saw them.

"How did that make you feel?" I asked.

"Funny, strange, weird," she said. She talked about sometimes hearing them come back inside the house and up the stairs while she was laying in her bed, thinking about what she had seen. "In some ways, it was like watching you and Sis together."

She went on to explain that her relationship with her mom was close as she (Abby) was going through puberty and that it was strange thinking about her mom in a sexual way after seeing her as non-sexual mom. So, in addition to being with her mom in this yard and garden and working to maintain it, there was this set of memories of the occasional sexual interactions between her mom and dad. Abby led this conversation and I didn't ask many questions. We had finished eating and we just lounging/sitting while Abby shared these thoughts with me. There were several minutes of silence.

"I asked my dad about these times," Abby said.

"Really?" I replied. "What did he say?"

"He told me that they did occasionally slip outside in their robes and with a blanket. Sometimes they would make love on the grass, sometimes on this furniture. They were special memories of the love they shared throughout their years together."

It wasn't like he went into all the details of their sexual encounters in the backyard. But it was clear that, as parents, this was a way for them to do something sexually a bit out of the ordinary (and certainly not as kinky as their daughters). It had been one thing to talk with Abby about her parents on the phone. It was a completely different thing to be here with her to watch and see her as she was telling me about this aspect of her parent's lives. It made for a very different dinner conversation.

The Sun hadn't set yet, and we were shielded from the direct rays by trees and the fence at the western edge of the property. The temperature had dropped into the 80's and though it was a dry, desert-like heat, it also wasn't extremely humid, either. Sitting in the shade, naked, eating dinner and conversing with Abby this way was really quite a treat. Though we had finished eating our meal, we didn't seem to be in any rush to get back inside. Abby indicated that she wanted to stay outside with me a little longer.

"But you can take our plates and stuff back inside and bring back some more to drink," she said.

I gathered our plates and utensils onto one of the trays and walked back to the side of the house, taking a peak around the edge to see if there was anyone directly within eyesight as I entered the side door. I knew Abby was watching me (her "naked man') as I carried the tray across the grassy portion of the backyard. Inside, I set the tray on the counter beside the sink and filled a pitcher with ice water to carry back out to our secluded area in the back yard.

Abby had moved to one of the bench swings while I was gone, placing our towels on the slats. I poured her some ice water into her cup and then sat down beside her on the bench. She immediately cuddled next to me, gently stroking me. She told me how much she liked watching me move across the back yard...naked (another example of being a naked butt-ler). She confided that she had fantasized what it would be like to be with me (us being naked) in this yard, maintaining it, tending to the plants, etc. and to be able to stop, just because we could, to make love here, not under the cover of night like her parents had, but in the middle of the day.

"They were just trying to protect your young, tender eyes and minds," I said.

"We all knew about sex when we were growing up," she replied. "Mom and dad weren't afraid to show their love for each other around us. Besides, we knew what they were doing in their bedroom together," she said with a smile on her lips.

"Well, maybe your mom and dad were doing it out here in the yard on those days when nobody else was here and they weren't concerned about interruptions," I said. Abby hadn't really thought about it that way. In the meantime, though, she had been gently stroking me and I had gotten hard again. Abby got off the swing, repositioned herself in front of me, with her legs, straddled me and guided my cock into her pussy when she settled down on me. I took her breasts in my hands and gently sucked on one, then the other as the swing swayed gently under us.

Following the line of thought I said to Abby, "Maybe you, or one of your siblings, were conceived right out here in this yard, you mom and dad coupled together, just like we are, enjoying the beauty of being together in this beautiful place."

Being the child of divorced parents, I never really had the thought (or wonderment) of my mom and dad being sexually intimate. But for friends of mine, particularly many female friends, those thoughts went from an "Ew, yuck!" to something that was more wondering about adult sexual relationships. For Abby, there was never really any question that the sexual intimacy between her mom and dad existed. If anything, the sexual act that Abby and I were engaged in was a way to relate to the way her mom and dad felt about each other.

Although, there were those moments thinking and talking about her mom and dad while Abby was sliding me in and out of her pussy, it quickly recentered to the sensations we were feeling with and for each other. Abby was mostly in control of the depth and pace with which my cock was sliding in and out of her. I was reasonably certain that nobody could see us without walking up the driveway and into the area where the cars were parked at the side of the house. I couldn't swear that people couldn't hear us (notably Abby) when she was cumming at different times during this sexual interlude.

I was getting closer and closer to cumming again. My first load of cum and Abby's wetness made it easy to slide in and out of Abby. I held her shoulders as she leaned away from me to allow my cock as much penetration into her as we could muster in this position. I reminded her that she wanted to wanted her womb to be filled with my seed. "I am about to top you off," I told her as I got closer to cumming. A few minutes later, Abby felt me tense up and I told her "Here I cum for you, baby!" She absorbed and savored each spurt into her pussy.

As my last spurts shot the last little bit of cum out of my balls for this session, I drew Abby close to me. She told me that she liked the thought that this is the way her mom felt after her dad had cum inside of her mom. It was one of the most revealing experiences of Abby's thought about her parent's sex life that she had ever shared with me.

We sat there cuddled on the swing, Abby leaning forward against me. The sun had just set and it was still a bright twilight. But under the clear skies, darkness was cumming quickly, the change in light was tangible and the city lights brightening down below. The temperature was also dropping under the clear skies, much to the pleasure of our sweaty bodies. We didn't say much to each other; just cuddled and kissed. My cock softened and slid out of Abby's pussy, my cum dribbling down to the tip and to the towel underneath us. Still, we stayed close together, my arms wrapped around her with her head laying on my shoulder.

"I'm ready to go inside," Abby finally said. I acknowledged her statement and she gradually unfolded her legs and carefully stood up from her position on the swing. I stood up, scooped up the towels, and handed them to her. I took the remaining tray with our cups and the water pitcher and followed Abby down the slight incline to the house, watching the way her ass moved as she walked through the grass to the edge of the driveway and then to the door at the side of the house. Abby held the door open for me and after I passed through it, closed it and locked it. She dropped the towels at the washing machine and then followed me into the kitchen.

It was a brief stop in the kitchen, only long enough to put our dirty dishes, etc. into the dishwasher. I took Abby in my arms, gave her a kiss, and said "Thank you. That was really very nice."

"Dinner? Dessert?" Abby asked.

"Everything!" I replied, "including telling me about your mom and dad." A few more kisses and then she was leading me back upstairs. We reached her room and she told me to go get some more towels to put under us (since I knew where they were stored in one of the linen closets). While I was getting the towels, Abby took the two enema bags she had for us and brought them to the bathroom adjacent to the linen closet. I took the towels and placed them on her bed and then returned to the bathroom where Abby had turned on the shower.

"We should wash off the bug repellant," Abby said. I agreed and stepped into the shower behind her. She brought the two enema bags into the shower with her and hung them up while we playfully washed each other. After several minutes of this intimate play, she

was working to fill the two bags. Abby explained what she wanted us to do:

"I want us to lay there, side by side, giving each other enemas," she said. Maybe in a side by side 69 position, maybe later we might move to enemasex. But, for the moment, she just wanted us to be side by side while our bellies filled with the warm water. Abby and I hadn't really done this before because the enemas were part of the sexplay for us.

We stepped out of the shower and dried off. Abby walked to her bedroom to turn on the video camera and recording system before returning to the bathroom. We each took a full enema bag with us to her bedroom. I hung "my bag" on the coat tree nearest to the closet with the mirrored doors while Abby hung hers on the other side of the bed. We spread the towels on her bed before crawling onto her bed on out knees and embracing. My cock was hard again and Abby grasped me firmly while we embraced. I commented that this enema would "wash out" the cum I had deposited inside her earlier.

"Or have it go deeper," she commented. That, indeed, was possible for some the seed I had deposited in her rectum.

Although Abby had lubricated herself earlier to make it easier for me to slide into her, I wanted to be certain that it was easy to slide her nozzle into her ass. I lovingly played with her anus, teasing it in some ways, but tender and gentle as my fingertips traced around and in her opening. Satisfied that she was ready, I slipped her nozzle into her. After I had slipped her nozzle in, she played with my anus, getting me ready to have her slip the enema nozzle into my ass. Later, watching the video, it was such a turn-on watching her play with my ass while a nozzle was in hers leading from the enema bag hanging above her. She finally slipped my nozzle into me, crawled up beside me, and now both of us were "ready" for our own personal floods.

Abby slid down onto her belly beside me. I flattened out on the bed beside her, our heads facing each other. I pointed out that we might not be able to stay on our stomachs as the enemas filled us and Abby said that was okay because we could cuddle each other as we filled. After a couple of minutes of quiet chat between us, we each reached back to find the clamp on the other's hose.

"On three," I said. Abby nodded. "1, 2, 3!" Both clamps clicked as we opened the other's hose to allow the enemas to start flowing. We both felt the surge of cool water from within the hose start filling our rectums. It didn't take long, however, to feel the warmth of the water from the bag(s) surge into our rectums. We quietly shared what each of us was feeling being next to each other while our rectums were filling. More often, when we were filling simultaneously, my cock was inside Abby's pussy as she was riding me.

"We should have one big bag feeding both of us," Abby opined. "Or have our bags connected together so that they could fill both of us from one line." It wasn't the first time I had that sort of thought or heard it (from Catie, for example). But there were practical safety considerations that I didn't dwell upon in the moment. Rather, it was the sense of intimacy around sharing enemas that Abby was really getting at and it was a feeling that I was glad we shared together.

These weren't small bags. At 3 quarts each, they were larger than the standard 2-quart bags and about halfway through Abby's bag, she had to turn slightly onto her left side to relieve her body weight pressure as her colon filled. Facing me, this basically put her in the Sims position. This made it easier for her to trace her right hand over my back and my butt. It also made it easier to look directly at my bag as it was draining and the reflection of her bag in the mirror. A minute or so later, I turned to my right side and faced Abby and we moved close together to cuddle as our bellies were filled. I could see when Abby's bag flattened to indicate it was drained into. Conversely, she could see mine. Mine emptied first. Abby closed my clamp. A minute later, her bag flattened and I closed her clamp.

We were laying there holding our enemas. Abby was stroking my cock and telling me that this was when she really liked having my cock inside her because it distracted her from the growing pressure in her belly. Of course, this was a larger enema than we usually took when also sexually engaged in enemasex. Nevertheless, we were laying in each other's arms and sharing what we were feeling with each other.

It was Abby who needed to get up and let her enema out first. She went into the bathroom (didn't close the door) and allowed the initial flow out of her ass stream and splash into the toilet bowl. I listened from her bedroom, gently stroking my cock. I heard her moan a few times as the enema worked its way out of her. She called out to me and asked if I needed to use the bathroom. I told her that I was "still okay."

"No, I'm done for the moment if you need to use it," Abby called out. I rolled off the bed after slipping the nozzle out of my ass. I heard the toilet flush as I left Abby's bedroom and padded gently towards the bathroom. Abby was waiting for me as I stepped into the bathroom.

"Next," she said.

I stepped in, lifted the toilet seat, and sat directly down on the porcelain. I didn't wait for her to leave or even suggest it. I leaned back, let out a deep breath, and let my sphincter muscles relax. A long continuous stream came pouring out of me as it felt good to let go of some of the enema volume inside me.

"Scoot forward," Abby directed. I moved forward on the toilet seat and leaned back. My cock was pointing up towards the ceiling. I instinctively spread my legs and Abby dropped down to the floor on her knees to take my cock into her mouth. Oh, it was heavenly as her mouth engulfed my cock. My hands slid through her hair as she applied gentle suction to my cock. In that moment, I was really unaware of the enema flowing out of my ass.

She pulled her mouth away and told me that she wasn't trying to make me cum and she didn't want me to cum. Instead, she told me "I want you to fill your balls to pump my pussy full of cum, again." She certainly had learned to keep me hard and doing just what she wanted and needed. I told her that I'd warn her if she got me too close to cumming. Over the next few minutes, I released my enema, flushed the toilet and handed it off to Abby. I told her that I'd return the favor to get her pussy ready for my cock. She slid forward and spread her legs to give my mouth and tongue access to her (wet) pussy. As her fingers were running over my scalp, she told me that she wanted to do a second enema with me "to get your balls really full."

We gently cleaned each other and Abby and I prepared the next enemas. I asked if she wanted me inside her during this enema and she told me that she didn't. "We can do that tomorrow morning," she said. She just wanted to enjoy a couple of enemas together before having me inside her again. She was so horny.

We returned to her bedroom with full bags and this time Abby had me get on the other side of the bed as we hung up our bags. As before, we prepared each other for accepting the nozzle, sliding it in, ang ultimately starting the flows together. As she was laying on her stomach beside me, she had this smile on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm thinking about how nice and warm this feels. I'm thinking about your cock being inside me knowing that I'm going to be cumming and knowing that you're going to be cumming inside me. I love that sensation, to feel you tense up and to feel each squirt..." he voice drifted away just as she was gripped by an orgasm just from the the thought (and with a little help from the warm enema flowing into her). The second enema was just as enjoyable as the first and probably even more because we knew that after THIS enema, that I'd be sliding back into Abby to (ultimately) cum inside her again. I was thankful I was in such good shape to keep up with her and to keep her satisfied.

It was special and it was tender. Thirty minutes later, we were cleaning up and doing a quick rinse in the shower before heading back to Abby's bed. Each time walking past Catie's bedroom brought a little sense of loss. It wasn't guilt, Later, I realized it was missing Catie and what could have been. But I was here with Abby and she was the woman who needed my focus and attention in the moment.

We slipped back into Abby's bed after the second enema. She got on her back, spread her legs wide and guided my cock into her. She was cumming as I was sliding into her again. She was caught in this "trap" of wanting to feel me cum inside her and wanting to prolong that as long as possible. We remained face-to-face the entire time, starting with me on top and ending with Abby on top.

Abby rode me really hard to get me to cum and I had to hold her up by her shoulders once she seemed to enter a continuous orgasm with my cock buried inside her and her pubic mound grinding into mine. I let her know that she had taken me over the edge and I was about to fill her pussy again, just the way she wanted. Other than the smile on her face, she barely acknowledged those first spurts. Then, all of a sudden it "clicked" for her and Abby went "off the scale" as her orgasm "took off." She was cumming down from her orgasm long after I had finished spurting inside her. I gently lowered her down to my chest.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She told me she was and that I was rubbing her in just the right spot inside her when she all of a sudden "took off." My cock had her well=plugged, at least for the moment and I held her closely to me. She drifted to sleep in my arms (wait a minute? Aren't I the one one who is supposed to fall asleep?). A few minutes later I heard the video recording deck stop as it reached the end of the tape. With Abby sleeping on top me, I eventually drifted off to sleep with my semi-erect cock still inside Abby. She was a very satisfied young woman and I felt very warm and close to her with us, just this way.