To my great horror, I felt myself thrown back to the day I sat in front of my computer, with Claire massaging my shoulders and Granny lightly scratching my neck. Those light and intimate caresses they had subjected me to, after I had missed out on any kind of loving intimacy for as long as I could remember, caused an uncomfortable reaction of appreciation in my body. And just now, when Ava lovingly placed that kiss on my burning back to sooth my pain, the goosebumps once again spread over my entire body.
I did NOT want to admit how that small, simple contact made me feel. Luckily for me, Ava did not draw any attention to my circumstance, and simply glossed over it as she spoke up again.
“I don’t know what happened to me. I was ... it was just crazy intense. It was never like that before. I have some ointment in my bathroom. I’ll put it on your back right now.”
“Don’t worry about that, either. And it’s not exactly surprising this is new for you.” I said dryly, to which she finally stepped next to me while still keeping one arm wrapped around my waist, and gave me a rather questioning look. “Let’s sit down first, I’m pretty much done here and it would be a waste to let the bacon get cold and soggy.”
She turned to the small dining area and froze for a moment before sitting down and blinking at the crammed table. I think she didn’t realize how much I had prepared when she came in. I placed a plate with fried eggs and bacon on the table, then took the bread rolls out of the oven, and put them next to it.
“You even freshly BAKED bread!? Why?” she asked incredulously in a loud voice.
“I don’t really know what you normally have for breakfast, so I prepared a little extra. I’m sorry if you prefer cereal, I don’t have any. I kinda got used to having a bigger breakfast, since my days are normally longer with school, then work, and then a few hours in the gym.”
“Oh ... uh ... thank you!” she answered sheepishly.
“Now ... about last night. Can I be brutally honest with you?” She immediately nodded her head, showing no hesitation whatsoever. “Okay. It makes no god damn sense that you’re able to effortlessly take a cock down your throat in a proper face fucking, but at the same time never even knew that you could squirt! That sounds like your sexual encounters until now were somewhat one-sided in the pleasure department.”
She just looked down at her plate, shrugging her shoulders.
“They just used you to try out all the kinky shit they got into their heads, enjoyed the easy access you provided, and thought it’ll be alright to not waste time on your other needs. After all, you seemed to like it. But the way I see it, even if you like to be submissive and used, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy other things in addition to it, and make the sex even better for everyone involved. As proven by my back, that currently feels like you traced a map for all of Colorado’s hiking trails onto it.” I grinned.
“But...” she paused to think about something. “What did you mean by ‘it’s not surprising’?”
I made sure to look her directly in the eyes before answering.
“Like anyone would be shocked to learn of Aaron and his Golden Boy only being concerned with their own needs.” I said in a mocking tone, and her eyes widened a little.
“What!? But you...” her voice trailed off, seemingly unsure how to say whatever was rushing through her mind at the moment.
I chose my next words carefully. Not to manipulate her, but because I genuinely believed it to be true, and knew how dangerous it could be for her future. It was the same reason why I warned Uncle John about it, to make sure it wouldn’t happen to Maggie.
“You know ... I’ve spent a long time hating you all with a passion. Logan and Aaron even more than the rest of you, if that’s even possible. So, feel free to completely dismiss what I’m saying as anger, bitterness, or just me shittalking them. But honestly ... All I did was prod your body for a while, to see how you react and where your sensitive areas are. I got you horny as fuck, and then kept you going for a while, so when the final release came, it was way more intense. That’s called foreplay, Princess. It’s nothing new. I’m not some sexual genius. I’m not even especially experienced. Tess was the only woman I ever slept with long enough to learn anything from, and beyond her, I only ever had sex with Claire and you.” I sure as hell would NOT tell her about fucking her best friend’s mother! “So, I didn’t really do anything special or groundbreaking last night.”
She looked at me in surprise, but I soon saw the realization set in as she seemed to go over her former sexcapates in her head. I decided to give her the time she needed and waited for her to speak. Which she did after a few minutes of us silently chewing our breakfast.
“You know, it wasn’t always like that. When we started, it was a lot of fun. But after a while, it was only really good when Mom and Danny were there too. And then, after a little more time,...” she trailed off and her eyes locked onto the table. “But I did enjoy it ... kinda...”.
I found myself reminded of the conversation I had with Danny on the sofa, when she told me about how their orgies had lost their meaning. Somehow, what Ava had just said played right into that notion of them no longer doing it out of love and mutual understanding, but more to explore their kinks and have fun. That, in turn, reminded me of her reaction to my finger prodding her ass, causing an uneasy feeling to settle in my stomach.
“You know, I can masturbate to a tree if I try long enough.” I said in an aloof tone.
“ ... What?” she blinked at me.
“That doesn’t mean I’m into trees. It doesn’t even mean that I enjoyed it. It just means that the nerve endings in my dick have been stimulated to send signals to my brain. It’s what nerves do. And it’s a completely involuntary process. Just like when you pinch your arm hard enough, the nerves in your skin will do what they’re made for, send the signals, and you will feel pain whether you like it or not. That’s biology. Not lust.”
She stared at me with a perfect poker face before speaking again.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that, just because we have orgasms, doesn’t necessarily mean that we were into whatever led to that orgasm. It’s easier for guys to understand that, because we grow up with awkward boners. We get erections for no goddamn reason all the time. It’s a purely physical reaction that’s completely detached from our brains. I imagine that’s harder for girls to wrap their heads around.”
My words obviously affected her, as she looked back at the table and contemplated them. I decided to let her make up her own mind. If she wanted to get into that further, she would let me know.
“Danny...” she started carefully. “She also said that it was different in the past.”
“She’s right.” I said, and she looked at me in a mixture of surprise and doubt. “Remember, I walked in on you all on your sixteenth. I’ve known about what you all did since you joined them. That was actually why I started removing myself from the family. Not because I was pissed that you wouldn’t include me in the fun, that actually didn’t last long after I objectively thought about it. I wasn’t attractive to you, and I was in no position to somehow demand sex from anyone, so I reluctantly accepted it. But seeing them all work together to give you pleasure, caring for you, lovingly stroking your hair and back ... while I hadn’t gotten even just a hug in years at that point ... that kinda broke me. So, yeah, I know it didn’t start out that way. Probably grew complacent with what you all had.”
I had kept all emotions out of my voice while casually placing some bacon and my fried egg in my bread roll. When I looked up, however, I could see sorrow and regret in her eyes.