From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 87: Pleasure

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Pleasure

Heather liked the feel of Jerry’s arms wrapped around her. As the kiss went on she dug her fingers into the flesh of his back and her arms pulled him tighter than she expected, pressing her nipples against him. She felt his cock stiff against her stomach.

The kiss was long and hard just like Jerry’s dick. And as much as he wanted to tear Heather’s clothes off and throw her down on the bed he knew he wouldn’t.

When the kiss finally subsided Jerry followed it up with several sweet little pecks on her forehead and cheeks and chin and a finale on her lips. He relaxed his grip and they unwrapped.

"That was nice," he said. She nodded with watery eyes. "Good night, Heather."

Jerry turned and walked out of her room, trying not to stumble, and clicked the door shut behind him.

Heather sat down on her bed and picked up her hairbrush, and looked at her trembling hand.

"Fuck," she said softly to herself.

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In separate rooms not twenty feet apart they each lay awake with minds buzzing in overdrive and their loins stoked by the hot memory of what had just transpired. Sleep was slow in coming for both but when it did it was deep and dreamless.

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Jerry awoke in the morning and smelled the coffee. He went to the kitchen where he found Heather leaning against the counter sipping from a mug. He tried not to ogle her. She looked good in white shorts and a thin yellow singlet. She had a baseball cap on her head and her hair was tied back. There was a bottle of sun block on the counter and he could see that she was already oiled up.

"Good morning!" he said cheerfully.

"Good morning," Heather replied.

"Are you heading out?"

"Yeah, going for a walk on the beach. Do you think we should talk?"

"Talk about what?" he said, playing dumb.

"I think you know what."

"Sure, let’s talk," he said, and poured coffee into a cup and sat on a stool at the breakfast bar.

"What happened last night?"

"Well, we went to a movie and then to The Sandbar and then came home..."

"Jerry..."

"And we kissed."

"Yes, we did."

"We’re kissin’ cousins," he said.

"That wasn’t like any cousin kissing."

"I’ve wanted to kiss you like that forever. It was the best kissing I’ve ever had. You didn’t seem to mind."

"No, I didn’t, that’s the problem. Did we go too far?"

"Go too far? We kissed, Heather, a nice hot kiss."

"But... I don’t know. Did we go too far? Was it...incest?"

"Incest? We’re adults here, Heather. I don’t think that’s incest. We were two adults kissing. Rather passionately I may add."

"When would it be incest?"

"To me incest is when it involves kids and it fucks them up for life. We are consenting adults."

"Would it be...penetration? Your tongue penetrated my mouth. My tongue penetrated yours."

"To me incest would be if one person was taking advantage of the other and penetrated them..."

"With a part of their body other than their tongue?" she said.

"No, that’s not what I mean."

"What if your hand entered my body...or your cock?" Heather said. "Would that be incest?"

That stopped the chatter for a moment. They peered into each others’ eyes in the silence.

"I guess that would be for you to decide. I don’t know."

"Well, Cuz, I don’t know either. All I know is that you kissed me last night, and I didn’t resist, I kissed you right back, and it was a doozy. And I had a feeling it was going to happen, maybe willed it to happen, and it did. And it took my breath away almost. And now I’m confused. I’m conflicted. I don’t know whether to be scared to death or tickled to death!"

"I vote for tickled," Jerry said, and started to get off his stool.

"Don’t," Heather said. She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. "I’m going for a walk."

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Heather headed north on the beach. About a mile north of the house the beach homes and condos and hotels abruptly ended and it became pristine parkland and the beach was practically empty for miles all the way to the north end of peninsula.

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After drinking his coffee and eating some fruit Jerry went down to the beach. The ocean was as flat and calm as a vernal pool so there would be no surfing. He set down his chair and towel and swam for about twenty minutes, then sat down to read his book.

He finished his novel in about an hour and then went for another swim. Then he walked back up to the house, put on some dry clothes and got into his car and drove the couple miles to the town center. He had a chicken salad sandwich and an iced tea at a small cafe and then went to the bookstore across the street. Jerry had always been a sucker for bookstores and he needed something new to read. He wandered through the stacks for a couple of hours reading this and that before deciding on which two paperback mysteries to buy. He also picked up a thin paperback for Heather.

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Heather walked barefoot on the beach for hours. She had a determined pep in her step as her legs took long, steady strides and her mind ran relays in her head. It was a hot, sultry day with no breeze and the sun beat down and heated her skin and the beach sanded the bottoms and sides of her feet.

After several hours she ran out of land. In her mind-racing beach walk she’d gone all the way to the north inlet and could go no farther. She looked up at the lighthouse that towered above only a few yards away. She turned around and looked southward and could barely see the town in the distance. ’Oh shit’, she thought to herself; ’Now I have to walk back!’.

She was hot and soaked with sweat. Her water bottle was empty. Her feet were chafed and painful. She started walking.

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It was getting to be late afternoon when Jerry got back to the house. There was no sign of Heather. He wrote a short inion inside the front cover of the book he’d bought her and placed it on her pillow. He changed into his running clothes and decided he’d take a nice long run before he started worrying.

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It was quarter till four by the time Heather got back to the house. She drank one bottle of water straight down, getting a bit of a brain freeze, and then grabbed a second. She ate a banana in three bites. She went to her room and placed the water on the nightstand and peeled off her sloppy, soppy clothes. She was pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt when she noticed the book on her pillow.

It was ’The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. She knew the book and its lessons well. Not too different from a lesson she may have just relearned on her long walk. She’d read it many times as a child and a few times since. She lay back on the bed and opened the book. There was a short dedication: ’To my favorite cousin Heather: A special book for a special lady. Love, Jerry’.

She started to read but after a few pages fell fast asleep.

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Jerry ran over six miles in the sticky heat. He drank some water and headed to the shower. Heather’s bedroom door was open and he was relieved to see her lying on her bed sound asleep. He tiptoed into the bathroom a few feet away. He turned on the water, stripped and got in the shower.

Heather’s eyes popped open. The book was resting on her stomach. She checked her watch; she’d slept about forty minutes. She got up and looked in the mirror. Pretty rough, she thought to herself. Sandy, half-matted hair, reddened face, raccoon eyes where her sunglasses had been. She took off her t-shirt: sharp contrast between the flesh her singlet had and had not covered. Burnt ears that she’d forgotten to cover with the sunblock. She decided she needed a shower too. She peeled off her pants.

Naked, Heather walked out of the room and over to the bathroom door. She turned the knob quietly and opened the door a crack. There was a mist in the air and a loud pounding of the shower. She opened the door quietly and went in. Fortunately it was a large shower stall and Jerry was facing sideways with his head directly under the shower head. Heather opened the smoked glass door and stepped into the shower.

"What the fu--," Jerry exclaimed as he turned to face her.

"Need any help?" Heather asked, grinning. She grabbed a bar of soap off of the ledge and began lathering up her palms.

"All that I can get!" Jerry said enthusiastically.

"I’ll wash you," she said. "And you can wash me." She began rubbing her soapy hands over his chest.

Jerry put his arms around her waist and moved his head toward hers. Heather reached to put the bar of soap back on the ledge but missed, and just as their lips were about to meet it fell like a dead weight on one of her sore feet.

"Yeow!" she yelped as she shuffled her feet, and Jerry clutched her tightly so she wouldn’t slip and fall.

"Are you okay?" Jerry asked with concern.

"Okay. It’s not anything that your kiss won’t make better."

His lips barreled into hers and hers were open to suck him in. With the forceful torrent raining down on them their mouths maneuvered and their bodies writhed to find their maximum touch. Jerry held her wet ass in his hand for the first time and pulled her head close to his with the other. Heather had one hand on the back of his neck and the other roamed his back and butt. She felt his cock, hard and ready, pressed against her and she only ended their kiss once she had it in her hand.

"Enter me," she said, almost without breath.

"How do you want it?" he asked.

"I want it all."

The washing would have to wait. But they both got a good rinsing while they each tried to suck a second tongue into their mouths.

"Thanks for my book," Heather said when they came up for oxygen.

"Oh, do you like it?"

"I love it. It’s a classic."

"I’ve always loved it too." He ran his fingers along her rosy cheek. "You’re my rose."

"I want you to come in my mouth," she said.

Showing him that she was all business, she lowered herself without hesitation. She pretzeled herself down and she winced as the abrasions on her feet stung with the strained movement and the soapy sloshing water but figured at least her wounds would be clean. She stuck her hands on Jerry’s wet naked butt and his cry of pleasure echoed off the tiles when she sucked his drenched organ into her mouth.

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