Chapter 12
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''Stop talking and let me hug you,'' Sarah tells Henry shortly after already nursing his chest while crying. This day was just too much for her. Richard, her mother, the interview as well as her stepfathers pathologically coldness had taken down most of her emotional barriers. Further being lowered by the revelation of Edgar King being Henry's father and having a gun poked at her back, her barriers finally came crashing down when seeing Henry being dressed just like her father. Suddenly feeling Henry hug her back, pressing her even closer to his chest. Sarah instantly looks up, losing herself in his eyes when he asks her: ''How can I make this up to you?''
Lightly sniffing from crying, she feels the moment gain an intimate dynamic. Feeling the mood shift in a more romantic territory Sarah is instantly frightened. Seeing Henry's eyes flicker to her mouth she knows that they are about to kiss she blurs out in a childish slightly frightened voice totally ruining the romance in between them: ''To make it up to me, let's watch 'All I Want for Christmas' with Leslie Nielsen and eat pizza!''
Seeing Henrys disappointed and startled face Sarah instantly feels regret over her actions. -Shit, I ruined the mood. Dum Sarah, very dum... Why do I feel regret not having kissed him?-
''If it is nothing else?!'' Henry says laughing, letting go of her and moves into the kitchen.
30 Minutes later... Sarah and Henry are cuddled together, watching the movie and devouring pizza Hawaii, when the 'World Trade Center' shows up in one of the movie scenes and Henry sighs regrettable.
''Is something wrong?'' Sarah asks him, confused.
''I just remembered the day the towers came down. It was my first day of basic combat training.'' He tells her, his mood getting more gloomy.
Now totally confused Sarah asks him: ''Which towers? The 'World Trade Center' in New York?''
Annoyed her soldier asks her sarcastically. ''Is there another one that came crashing down because of terrorists on 911?''
''I think your head isn't right. I just visited it a few months ago. You must be remembering some kind of doomsday movie. The twin tower's blown up by terrorists! I can't believe anybody would have fitted the bill for a movie like that... Not when most war or espionage movies still have the Confederacy as the ultimate evil.'' Sarah comments, not looking at Henry's stunned and contemplating face, but instead at the screen.
''Hm... You are in show business?'' Henry finally asks her, ending her joy of comfortable relaxation.
Getting some distance between them by extracting herself from his warm embrace she counters his with her own. ''And you are the 'Lost Prince' of King Investments?''
An awkward silence settles between the two of them. Before Henry breaks the silence: ''What kind of relationship are we supposed to have? If we are just friends, I don't see it necessary that we speak about our families history beyond what we are comfortable to share. Don't you agree?...''
Seeing his train of thought Sarah little sad nods in agreement. -Understandable but why does his answer hurt so much?- Sarah thinks to rub the space between her breasts contemplating the meaning of the sudden pain.
''... Thought so, but if we were more than just friends that would be an entirely different conversation.'' Henry tells her, the pain of rejection to share their families history slowly disappearing. -What does all this mean?-
After that, they spend the rest of the evening watching the movie in utter silence. At some point, Sarah emotionally exhausted falls asleep on the sofa, so that Henry is forced to carry her up the stairs to his a bedroom, where he temporary lays her down in his bed. Fetching her car keys from her pants, Henry leaves her behind to get her luggage from her car and park the Ferrari beside his motorcycle.
In the time it takes him to do so Sarah, half asleep, removes all her clothes, thinking herself in her pool house and jumps in between the very inviting sheets fully nude.
By the time Henry arrives with her luggage her find her fast asleep, covered by sheets. Also totally whipped and mentally at his limits thanks to the alteration of world events like 911 or the fall of the Iron Curtain, he undresses down to his underwear and joins Sarah in his Queen sized bed.
_______
Having to sell the system for not informing him about the changes brought to the world's history by the system, having thought through the major changes and placed my secret headquarters hub modules like a control room, armory and so on, I half awaken after having my morning wood hit by soft hands.
Looking through half open eyes I am able to see Sara nude staring at my shaft that towers proudly from between my legs, just barely covered by the sheets and my boxer shorts. Sarah's facial expression constantly shifts between disgust and a childish curiosity, while the primal flame of carnal desire shines in her eyes.
Faking still being asleep, I hear her say while still looking at my manhood. ''What is this... This is so gusting.... so utterly wrong you pervert!''
The funny expressions she makes while having her mouth and eyes opened in awe and primal interested nearly make me laugh out loud. Keeping my cool for the moment, I am immediately or rather medium Henry down there gets rewarded, when Sarah's small hands measuring its size begins stroking it through the covers.
-Good god! How is she so good at this? Isn't she supposed to be a lesbian?- I think to myself emerging myself in the feel of her touch through the sheets. After some time rubbing, Sarah tentatively removes the sheets from my lower body.
Seeing her disbelieving face when seeing my uncovered manhood in half its glory, I instantly regret not having recorded the moment, because it is the sexiest expression ever. -Thanks, dad for genetically endowing me with the big cock gene.-
I think to myself before feeling Sarah's hands taking medium Henry hostage by freeing it from the confines of my shorts.
Removing some saliva from her mouth and rubbing it at the top of my now painfully throbbing speer, am about to burst.
Only thanks to the shear strength of will being able to hold my seed back, mesmerized by what I am witnessing.
Seeing Sarah tentatively poke and rub at my sausage in front of her, she unconsciously wets her lips, while becoming constantly bolder in her harassment of my male pride.
At first only liking the top, like a kitten she is constantly improving her technique, becoming emboldened, taking more and more in. So much in fact, that I am unable to hold back groans of extasy and bliss. After my fist groans, I witness goddesses first attempt to swallow a manhood. -Mine will be the only one you will ever swollow.- I think to myself, unconsciously rubbing her scalp, driving medium Henry deeper down her through. Seeing her lips wrap around my cock, I finally blow my load deep into her throat, while slowly pulling out.
Reflexively Sarahs thought confuses, slowly squeezing me dry. She eagerly swallows my seed, licking its spilled remains from her lips and my route. Letting her head go, pretending to still be asleep
Shortly after hearing her panting stop, I am immensely satisfied seeing Sarahs blushing fully nude body get out of bed.
-She truly only wears Chanel No.5.- I think smelling the perfume still lingering on the sheets.
Shortly after seeing her vanish into the second bathroom connected to my bedroom, I hear the sounds of running water.
Being alone I can finally stop pretending. Seeing that the second-floor is bathroom occupied, I go downstairs, to clean myself up. After being clean I begin making breakfast while being left alone with one burning question. -What did her actions mean now?-
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''Stop talking and let me hug you,'' Sarah tells Henry shortly after already nursing his chest while crying. This day was just too much for her. Richard, her mother, the interview as well as her stepfathers pathologically coldness had taken down most of her emotional barriers. Further being lowered by the revelation of Edgar King being Henry's father and having a gun poked at her back, her barriers finally came crashing down when seeing Henry being dressed just like her father. Suddenly feeling Henry hug her back, pressing her even closer to his chest. Sarah instantly looks up, losing herself in his eyes when he asks her: ''How can I make this up to you?''
Lightly sniffing from crying, she feels the moment gain an intimate dynamic. Feeling the mood shift in a more romantic territory Sarah is instantly frightened. Seeing Henry's eyes flicker to her mouth she knows that they are about to kiss she blurs out in a childish slightly frightened voice totally ruining the romance in between them: ''To make it up to me, let's watch 'All I Want for Christmas' with Leslie Nielsen and eat pizza!''
Seeing Henrys disappointed and startled face Sarah instantly feels regret over her actions. -Shit, I ruined the mood. Dum Sarah, very dum... Why do I feel regret not having kissed him?-
''If it is nothing else?!'' Henry says laughing, letting go of her and moves into the kitchen.
30 Minutes later... Sarah and Henry are cuddled together, watching the movie and devouring pizza Hawaii, when the 'World Trade Center' shows up in one of the movie scenes and Henry sighs regrettable.
''Is something wrong?'' Sarah asks him, confused.
''I just remembered the day the towers came down. It was my first day of basic combat training.'' He tells her, his mood getting more gloomy.
Now totally confused Sarah asks him: ''Which towers? The 'World Trade Center' in New York?''
Annoyed her soldier asks her sarcastically. ''Is there another one that came crashing down because of terrorists on 911?''
''I think your head isn't right. I just visited it a few months ago. You must be remembering some kind of doomsday movie. The twin tower's blown up by terrorists! I can't believe anybody would have fitted the bill for a movie like that... Not when most war or espionage movies still have the Confederacy as the ultimate evil.'' Sarah comments, not looking at Henry's stunned and contemplating face, but instead at the screen.
''Hm... You are in show business?'' Henry finally asks her, ending her joy of comfortable relaxation.
Getting some distance between them by extracting herself from his warm embrace she counters his with her own. ''And you are the 'Lost Prince' of King Investments?''
An awkward silence settles between the two of them. Before Henry breaks the silence: ''What kind of relationship are we supposed to have? If we are just friends, I don't see it necessary that we speak about our families history beyond what we are comfortable to share. Don't you agree?...''
Seeing his train of thought Sarah little sad nods in agreement. -Understandable but why does his answer hurt so much?- Sarah thinks to rub the space between her breasts contemplating the meaning of the sudden pain.
''... Thought so, but if we were more than just friends that would be an entirely different conversation.'' Henry tells her, the pain of rejection to share their families history slowly disappearing. -What does all this mean?-
After that, they spend the rest of the evening watching the movie in utter silence. At some point, Sarah emotionally exhausted falls asleep on the sofa, so that Henry is forced to carry her up the stairs to his a bedroom, where he temporary lays her down in his bed. Fetching her car keys from her pants, Henry leaves her behind to get her luggage from her car and park the Ferrari beside his motorcycle.
In the time it takes him to do so Sarah, half asleep, removes all her clothes, thinking herself in her pool house and jumps in between the very inviting sheets fully nude.
By the time Henry arrives with her luggage her find her fast asleep, covered by sheets. Also totally whipped and mentally at his limits thanks to the alteration of world events like 911 or the fall of the Iron Curtain, he undresses down to his underwear and joins Sarah in his Queen sized bed.
_______
Having to sell the system for not informing him about the changes brought to the world's history by the system, having thought through the major changes and placed my secret headquarters hub modules like a control room, armory and so on, I half awaken after having my morning wood hit by soft hands.
Looking through half open eyes I am able to see Sara nude staring at my shaft that towers proudly from between my legs, just barely covered by the sheets and my boxer shorts. Sarah's facial expression constantly shifts between disgust and a childish curiosity, while the primal flame of carnal desire shines in her eyes.
Faking still being asleep, I hear her say while still looking at my manhood. ''What is this... This is so gusting.... so utterly wrong you pervert!''
The funny expressions she makes while having her mouth and eyes opened in awe and primal interested nearly make me laugh out loud. Keeping my cool for the moment, I am immediately or rather medium Henry down there gets rewarded, when Sarah's small hands measuring its size begins stroking it through the covers.
-Good god! How is she so good at this? Isn't she supposed to be a lesbian?- I think to myself emerging myself in the feel of her touch through the sheets. After some time rubbing, Sarah tentatively removes the sheets from my lower body.
Seeing her disbelieving face when seeing my uncovered manhood in half its glory, I instantly regret not having recorded the moment, because it is the sexiest expression ever. -Thanks, dad for genetically endowing me with the big cock gene.-
I think to myself before feeling Sarah's hands taking medium Henry hostage by freeing it from the confines of my shorts.
Removing some saliva from her mouth and rubbing it at the top of my now painfully throbbing speer, am about to burst.
Only thanks to the shear strength of will being able to hold my seed back, mesmerized by what I am witnessing.
Seeing Sarah tentatively poke and rub at my sausage in front of her, she unconsciously wets her lips, while becoming constantly bolder in her harassment of my male pride.
At first only liking the top, like a kitten she is constantly improving her technique, becoming emboldened, taking more and more in. So much in fact, that I am unable to hold back groans of extasy and bliss. After my fist groans, I witness goddesses first attempt to swallow a manhood. -Mine will be the only one you will ever swollow.- I think to myself, unconsciously rubbing her scalp, driving medium Henry deeper down her through. Seeing her lips wrap around my cock, I finally blow my load deep into her throat, while slowly pulling out.
Reflexively Sarahs thought confuses, slowly squeezing me dry. She eagerly swallows my seed, licking its spilled remains from her lips and my route. Letting her head go, pretending to still be asleep
Shortly after hearing her panting stop, I am immensely satisfied seeing Sarahs blushing fully nude body get out of bed.
-She truly only wears Chanel No.5.- I think smelling the perfume still lingering on the sheets.
Shortly after seeing her vanish into the second bathroom connected to my bedroom, I hear the sounds of running water.
Being alone I can finally stop pretending. Seeing that the second-floor is bathroom occupied, I go downstairs, to clean myself up. After being clean I begin making breakfast while being left alone with one burning question. -What did her actions mean now?-
''Stop talking and let me hug you,'' Sarah tells Henry shortly after already nursing his chest while crying. This day was just too much for her. Richard, her mother, the interview as well as her stepfathers pathologically coldness had taken down most of her emotional barriers. Further being lowered by the revelation of Edgar King being Henry's father and having a gun poked at her back, her barriers finally came crashing down when seeing Henry being dressed just like her father. Suddenly feeling Henry hug her back, pressing her even closer to his chest. Sarah instantly looks up, losing herself in his eyes when he asks her: ''How can I make this up to you?'' Lightly sniffing from crying, she feels the moment gain an intimate dynamic. Feeling the mood shift in a more romantic territory Sarah is instantly frightened. Seeing Henry's eyes flicker to her mouth she knows that they are about to kiss she blurs out in a childish slightly frightened voice totally ruining the romance in between them: ''To make it up to me, let's watch 'All I Want for Christmas' with Leslie Nielsen and eat pizza!'' Seeing Henrys disappointed and startled face Sarah instantly feels regret over her actions. -Shit, I ruined the mood. Dum Sarah, very dum... Why do I feel regret not having kissed him?- ''If it is nothing else?!'' Henry says laughing, letting go of her and moves into the kitchen. 30 Minutes later... Sarah and Henry are cuddled together, watching the movie and devouring pizza Hawaii, when the 'World Trade Center' shows up in one of the movie scenes and Henry sighs regrettable. ''Is something wrong?'' Sarah asks him, confused. ''I just remembered the day the towers came down. It was my first day of basic combat training.'' He tells her, his mood getting more gloomy. Now totally confused Sarah asks him: ''Which towers? The 'World Trade Center' in New York?'' Annoyed her soldier asks her sarcastically. ''Is there another one that came crashing down because of terrorists on 911?'' ''I think your head isn't right. I just visited it a few months ago. You must be remembering some kind of doomsday movie. The twin tower's blown up by terrorists! I can't believe anybody would have fitted the bill for a movie like that... Not when most war or espionage movies still have the Confederacy as the ultimate evil.'' Sarah comments, not looking at Henry's stunned and contemplating face, but instead at the screen. ''Hm... You are in show business?'' Henry finally asks her, ending her joy of comfortable relaxation. Getting some distance between them by extracting herself from his warm embrace she counters his with her own. ''And you are the 'Lost Prince' of King Investments?'' An awkward silence settles between the two of them. Before Henry breaks the silence: ''What kind of relationship are we supposed to have? If we are just friends, I don't see it necessary that we speak about our families history beyond what we are comfortable to share. Don't you agree?...'' Seeing his train of thought Sarah little sad nods in agreement. -Understandable but why does his answer hurt so much?- Sarah thinks to rub the space between her breasts contemplating the meaning of the sudden pain. ''... Thought so, but if we were more than just friends that would be an entirely different conversation.'' Henry tells her, the pain of rejection to share their families history slowly disappearing. -What does all this mean?- After that, they spend the rest of the evening watching the movie in utter silence. At some point, Sarah emotionally exhausted falls asleep on the sofa, so that Henry is forced to carry her up the stairs to his a bedroom, where he temporary lays her down in his bed. Fetching her car keys from her pants, Henry leaves her behind to get her luggage from her car and park the Ferrari beside his motorcycle. In the time it takes him to do so Sarah, half asleep, removes all her clothes, thinking herself in her pool house and jumps in between the very inviting sheets fully nude. By the time Henry arrives with her luggage her find her fast asleep, covered by sheets. Also totally whipped and mentally at his limits thanks to the alteration of world events like 911 or the fall of the Iron Curtain, he undresses down to his underwear and joins Sarah in his Queen sized bed. _______ Having to sell the system for not informing him about the changes brought to the world's history by the system, having thought through the major changes and placed my secret headquarters hub modules like a control room, armory and so on, I half awaken after having my morning wood hit by soft hands. Looking through half open eyes I am able to see Sara nude staring at my shaft that towers proudly from between my legs, just barely covered by the sheets and my boxer shorts. Sarah's facial expression constantly shifts between disgust and a childish curiosity, while the primal flame of carnal desire shines in her eyes. Faking still being asleep, I hear her say while still looking at my manhood. ''What is this... This is so gusting.... so utterly wrong you pervert!'' The funny expressions she makes while having her mouth and eyes opened in awe and primal interested nearly make me laugh out loud. Keeping my cool for the moment, I am immediately or rather medium Henry down there gets rewarded, when Sarah's small hands measuring its size begins stroking it through the covers. -Good god! How is she so good at this? Isn't she supposed to be a lesbian?- I think to myself emerging myself in the feel of her touch through the sheets. After some time rubbing, Sarah tentatively removes the sheets from my lower body. Seeing her disbelieving face when seeing my uncovered manhood in half its glory, I instantly regret not having recorded the moment, because it is the sexiest expression ever. -Thanks, dad for genetically endowing me with the big cock gene.- I think to myself before feeling Sarah's hands taking medium Henry hostage by freeing it from the confines of my shorts. Removing some saliva from her mouth and rubbing it at the top of my now painfully throbbing speer, am about to burst. Only thanks to the shear strength of will being able to hold my seed back, mesmerized by what I am witnessing. Seeing Sarah tentatively poke and rub at my sausage in front of her, she unconsciously wets her lips, while becoming constantly bolder in her harassment of my male pride. At first only liking the top, like a kitten she is constantly improving her technique, becoming emboldened, taking more and more in. So much in fact, that I am unable to hold back groans of extasy and bliss. After my fist groans, I witness goddesses first attempt to swallow a manhood. -Mine will be the only one you will ever swollow.- I think to myself, unconsciously rubbing her scalp, driving medium Henry deeper down her through. Seeing her lips wrap around my cock, I finally blow my load deep into her throat, while slowly pulling out. Reflexively Sarahs thought confuses, slowly squeezing me dry. She eagerly swallows my seed, licking its spilled remains from her lips and my route. Letting her head go, pretending to still be asleep Shortly after hearing her panting stop, I am immensely satisfied seeing Sarahs blushing fully nude body get out of bed. -She truly only wears Chanel No.5.- I think smelling the perfume still lingering on the sheets. Shortly after seeing her vanish into the second bathroom connected to my bedroom, I hear the sounds of running water. Being alone I can finally stop pretending. Seeing that the second-floor is bathroom occupied, I go downstairs, to clean myself up. After being clean I begin making breakfast while being left alone with one burning question. -What did her actions mean now?-
