The Jailbait Is Not A Job Benefit
Keeping It In The Family
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The next day
Logan found himself alone again. Erik had taken his ‘team’ out on some business
and as Logan wasn’t ‘officially’ on the team yet, he wasn’t invited along.
sunbathing. She was lying on her stomach in a miniscule bikini. Logan’s mouth
watered at the expanse of smooth creamy skin on display and he instantly went
hard. When his shadow fell across her,
Marie turned to look up at him, her hand shielding her eyes from the glare of
the sun.
“Oh, hey there,”
she said in a honeyed drawl.
“You’re gonna
burn,” Logan said, indicating her back.
Marie shifted to
look at her back. Logan was right, she was already starting to color.
“Would you put
some lotion on me?” she asked innocently,
“There’s some latex gloves and some lotion in the bag.”
Reaching into
the bag and locating the lotion and the gloves, Logan sat down on the edge of
her chaise lounge. Pulling on the ultra thin gloves, he squirted a dollop of
lotion into his palms and started to smear the creamy substance onto her back,
which did nothing to help his straining erection. Even through the gloves, Logan felt the softness of her skin as
he spread the lotion in a caressing manner.
His fingers trailed down the sides of her torso and onto the sides of
her breasts. Marie let out a soft moan and shifted slightly as Logan’s left
hand slipped further onto her breast, almost cupping it. Removing it slowly, he
brushed a finger over her nipple, eliciting another moan from Marie.
Logan closed his
eyes for a second and said a silent “holy shit”. He realized he was getting
into dangerous territory and concentrated on applying the lotion to the back of
Marie’s legs. He was doing fine until
he reached the top of her thighs, just below the curve of her sweet little rear
end. The bikini bottom was so tiny, that there was more of Marie exposed than
there was covered. Justifying that her delicate little bum needed protection,
too, Logan ran his lotion slicked hands over the rounded little cheeks.
“Why don’t ya
get out of those hot looking clothes and get some sun yourself?” Marie
suggested, noting the denim and flannel that constituted Logan’s attire.
Logan didn’t
need to be asked twice if he wanted to spend the day half-naked around an
equally half-naked Marie. Standing up,
he informed her he’d be right back and practically ran back to his room to
change. Returning quickly, in only a
pair of cut-off shorts, Logan discovered to his dismay that Marie had fallen
asleep. Damn, now he couldn’t ask her to return the favor and lather him up
with lotion. He settled himself onto
the chaise lounge next to hers, and contented himself with watching her sleep.
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A short while
later, Marie shifted onto her back. As
the top of her bikini wasn’t tied, it didn’t come with her as she rolled
over. Logan now had an unobstructed
view of bare breasts that were perfectly formed creamy mounds, topped off by
the most delicious looking pinkish-brown nipples he’d ever laid eyes on.
Rationalizing that he didn’t want to wake her, Logan merely sat spellbound,
fighting the urge to lean over and run his tongue all over her.
that Marie radiated confused and aroused Logan all at the same time. Part of
him wanted to ravish her and a part of him wanted to protect her from men like
himself.
He was so
engrossed in watching her that he failed to notice that her mother had
returned, and was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips,
decidedly pissed off that Logan was leering at her daughter.
When he finally
noticed Mystique glaring at him, he simply said without any embarrassment, “Hi,
honey.”
“Don’t you ‘Hi,
honey’ me you pig,” Mystique snapped loudly, causing Marie’s eyes to snap open
at the commotion.
Marie suddenly
realized her state of exposure and crossed her arms over her bare breasts, as
she scrambled to her feet and reached for a towel to cover herself.
“It’s not what
ya think, momma,” she cried.
“I warned you,
Wolverine, my daughter’s off limits. Apparently, I didn’t make myself clear enough,”
Mystique said hotly.
It was then that
Marie noticed Logan’s state of undress and she swallowed hard as she looked at
his magnificent physique – the sculpted chest, six-pack abs and nicely muscled
thighs. Who knew he was hiding ‘that’ under
all that flannel and denim? No wonder her mother was jumping him every chance
she got. Her cheeks turned bright pink as a lewd thought flashed through her
mind about the possibilities of what could’ve happened if her mother hadn’t
come home when she did. No, this was her mother’s boyfriend she reminded
herself – eyes and hands off. Not
wanting to embarrass herself further with the possibility of actually drooling,
Marie excused herself and bolted back inside.
Mystique turned
sharply on Logan, who was wearing a bemused grin.
“I’m not even
remotely kidding about Marie. You keep away from her oron’ton’t care how badly
Erik wants you on the team, I’ll kick your ass outta here so fast,” she warned,
her eyes blazing.
“Relax, momma
bear. I’m not gonna lay a hand on your precious cub,” Logan stated.
“It’s not your
hands I’m worried about,” Mystique snapped back and then softening, added,
“She’s just a child, Wolverine, please leave her alone.”
“How old is she,
anyway?” Logan asked, curiously.
“She’s
seventeen, why?” Mystique answered.
“I believe the
legal age of consent in New York is seventeen.”
“Figures you’d
know that bit of trivia. Not that it will do you any good. I mean it –
hands…….. and all other body parts off of her, or I’ll tell her daddy,”
Mystique threatened.
“Sabretooth?”
Logan chuckled, “Yeah, I’m really scared of that overgrown pussycat.”
“Victor will
introduce you to a whole new kind of pain, if you touch Marie.”
“Is he really
her father?”
“No, but he
thinks he is and it’s kept her safe from him, so I don’t correct that
particular error.”
“Yeah, but I’m
*not* her daddy,” Logan reminded her.
“Wolvie, baby,”
Mystique said, suddenly changing her tone again, “I’ll keep you so busy, you
won’t have time to think about that inexperienced little girl.”
“Well, right now
I need either a cold shower ogoodgood hard fuck. So what’s it gonna be?”
Mystique pulled
him toward a chaise lounge, “Do you even have to ask?”
“What? Out
here?” Logan asked, slightly stunned at Mystique’s boldness.
“Don’t tell me
the big bad Wolverine has suddenly developed a case of shyness?” Mystique
purred, in a voice that was half teasing and half challenging.
Logan shrugged
his shoulders, if Mystique wanted to be an exhibitionist, who was he to argue.
Logan dropped his shorts, pushed her down onto the chaise, hiked her skirt up,
ripped off her panties and climbed onto her. As he pounded into her, his
thoughts drifted to a certain cute little brunette. Meanwhile, Marie’s room
faced the patio, so looking out the window, she was treated to a view of Logan
vigorously screwing her mother. up a bunny that was part of the menagerie of stuffed animals on her bed, Marie
flung it across the room forcefully.
Seeing that it failed to do any real damage, she grabbed a teddy bear
next and ripped his little head off.
Marie decided to go the kitchen and eat an entire pint of Haagen-Dazs
and to hell with spoiling her appetite for dinner.
If she’d stayed
and continued watching the little display on the patio, she would’ve been
treated to something very interesting.
Logan was thrusting into Mystique, but was having a difficult time
reaching climax and Mystique, having already had her own orgasm, was getting
impatient.
“Christ, Wolvie,
I’m starting to chafe down there. You wanna finish this up already?” she
whined.
“Almost there.
If you’d quit bitchin’ at me and let me concentrate,” Logan complained.
Mystique rolled “Yeah, thought Logan rolled “Next time you as]> Logan sat up and At dinner that Logan excused
her eyes and then had an idea. She
morphed into Marie, which apparently did the trick, because it immediately made
Logan come.
that would do it,” she snapped, morphing back into her blonde form and pushing
him off of her.
over onto his back, panting heavily, as he recovered. Mystique stood up and
adjusted her skirt.
get horny, you can take matterso yoo your own hand – if you know what I mean,”
she said, pantomiming the jerking off motion. She then marched inside, leaving
Logan lying there naked.
ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, contemplating his next move.
Obviously, he no longer wanted the mother – he wanted the daughter.
evening, Mystique was noticeably frosty to Logan and Marie was conspicuously
absent from the table. Apparently,
Marie had eaten an entire pint of ice cream and was now in her room nursing an
ice cream headache and a stomachache.
Erik took the opportunity of Logan not being distracted by either his
niece’s presence or Mystique’s pawing, to explain in depth about his plans for
the Brotherhood, but Logan was still only half paying attention, as his mind
wandered to a certain delectable brunette. Besides, Erik’s grand plan sounded
like a dump truck load of crap, anyway. The sooner Logan got out of there, back
to minding his own business, and letting these morons fight their own battles,
the better. He wondered if he could convince Marie to leave with him.
himself from the less than scintillating conversation and went in search of the
object of his desire. As Logan entered
the hallway to the bedroom wing, he heard a soft moaning coming from the
direction of Marie’s room. With the
stealth of a ninja, Logan approached Marie’s room. The door was slightly ajar,
so he peered in through the sliver of space.
Marie was lying on the behis his time in a pair of pale blue pajamas
that had white clouds on them. Her hand
was down the front of the bottoms and she was pleasuring herself.
the most.
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Logan instantly
went hard. He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, startling Marie,
who jerked her hand out of her pajamas, totally mortified.
“Logan!” she
squealed.
Logan simply
walked over to the bed, sat down, gathered her in his arms and pressed a light
kiss to her lips, pulling away before her skin had time to react. Both
breathing hard, they were mere fractions of an inch apart, their lips almost
touching. Marie closed the tiny gap and pressed her mouth to his. Expecting the
pull to start, Logan was delighted when the only tingling sensation he felt was
the kind that usually accompanied such kisses. Running his tongue over her
plump lips, he pulled down on her chin with his thumb, parting her lips
slightly, giving him the opportunity to invade her mouth.
threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his head toward her to deepen
the kiss.
Finally breaking
apart for air, Logan said, “I see those lessons are payin’ off.”
“Uncle Erik told
me if ah wanted ta do something bad enough, ah could do it. Ah really wanted ta
kiss ya just then, so ah guess he was right.”
“What else do
you want to do bad enough?” Logan asked, his hands reaching for the top button
of the sweet little pajamas.
“What do ya
think?” she asked in a husky voice.
Logan pressed a
kiss to her neck and then worked his way down onto her collarbone and then even
lower, as he opened the buttons of the pajama top. He parted the fleecy fabric to reveal what he’d been dreaming
about sinhe ihe incident on the patio.
“So beautiful.
Such perfection,” Logan moaned, as his eyes drank in the sight before him.
He pressed
heated kisses to one of the creamy mounds, licking at the areola before taking
the little pebble of a nipple into his mouth. It tasted as sweet as he’d
imagined. Marie moaned and threw her head back as he suckled at the one breast
while massaging the other with his hand and then switching sides and doing the
same thing. Her skin still wasn’t
reacting – so far, so good.
Marie was
tugging on the bottom of his T-shirt, so taking the hint, Logan pulled it off
in one swift move. Running her hands over the tight corded muscles, Marie let
out a sigh as she pressed kisses to his pecs. Logan let her explore his chest with
her small hands and soft mouth. Still
not even a slight tingle.Logan pushed
the pajama top off her shoulders, down her arms and then tossed it behind him.
Easing her backward down onto the bed, he reached for the silk cord that held
up the bottoms. Undoing the bow and parting the fabric, he slid the fleece
material off her hips and down her legs.
She wasn’t wearing any ies ies and so the triangle of hair at the
tiontion of her legs was revealed to him.
Logan ran his fingers through the soft curls. Parting her outer lips, he
rubbed her clit, causing Marie to lift her hips off the bed.
“Just relax,
baby. This is gonna feel real good, I promise,” he whispered, as he continued
the gentle massaging action.
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with his fingers, it wasn’t long before Marie shuddered, as the orgasm washed
over her. She was still recovering when
Logan dipped his head down and licked at her in the same spot where his fingers
had just been. He ran his hands over her the curves of her lithe young body as
he continued to pleasure her with his tongue.
Marie writhed beneath the heated touch of his mouth, pushing herself
into him with each stroke of his tongue.
Her second orgasm hit her with an even greater force than the first one
and she pulled a pillow over her face to muffle the scream.
Pulling the
pillow off her face, Logan leaned down and gave her a flicker of a kiss. Marie
bolted up and grag Log Logan, flipped him over onto his back and straddled
him. For a tiny little thing, she was
fairly strong, he thought, as she perched her naked little derriere on his
denim clad thighs. When she reached for the button of his jeans, popped it open
and slid the zipper down, Logan realized what she was going to do.
and after the initial gasp, was studying it closely. Logan let her explore the thick member, as she ran curious
gersgers up and down the shaft and over the swollen head.
ecstasy when her thumb touched the slit at the top of the head.
she pressed a kiss to the head, and then her tongue repeated the earlier action
of her thumb. Logan just closed his eyes as she ran her tongue up and down the
shaft and then licked at the head as if it were a lollipop. Knowing she was an
innocent, Logan was shocked when she sucked his cock into her mouth and began
giving him head in a way that was too expertly done for someone with her
theoretically limited experience. He
wondered for a brief moment exactly how ‘Uncle’ Erik was teaching her control,
but banished the thought just as quickly.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched her bobbing up and down in
his lap. Seeing her succulent lips wrapped around his cock was an even better vision
than he’d imagined. Moments later he was close to the edge, and not wanting to
come in her mouth, pulled her off him just in time.
“How… did
…you….you…learn….to…do…that?” he gasped.
“Victor has
quite a decent porno collection. Whenever they’re all out, ah entertain
mahself.”
“Oh.” Was all
Logan managed to get out, grateful for this one perversion of Sabretooth’s.
Sliding his
jeans off and tossing them to the floor, Logan turned to Marie and gathered her
to him.
“How’s yourntrontrol holdin’ up?” he asked.
Marie scooted
even closer, wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her legs with his.
“So far, so
good, sugar,” she said, huskily.
“That’s my
girl,” Logan replied, as he crushed his mouth to hers again.
Rolling them, so
that she was underneath him, but careful not to crush her, Logan began plying
her supple young body with heated kisses, as she moaned with each caress of his
lips against her velvet skin. Spreading
her legs and bringinem uem up to wrap around his waist, Logan positioned himself
at entrance when he remembered something important he needed to retrieve from
his wallet.
“I needa condom,
baby,” he told her and was surprised when she shook her head no.
“Ah wanna feel
*you*, Logan, not some piece of latex.”
“I just don’t
wanna leave a ‘enirenir’ behind, if you know what I mean?”
“It’s okay. Ah
know mah body and ah’m just at the beginning of mah cycle – so ah’m okay.”
“Okay, baby, but
one more thing. If you start to lose your grip on your control, you push me off
real quick, okay?”
Marie nodded her
head in acknowledgment. They both
definitely wanted him to survive this encounter. Logan smoothed the hair away
from her face, leaned in to kiss her, his tongue entering her mouth, as his
cock entered her body. A sharp pain cut
through her as Logan pierced her hymen and she arched sharply off the bed.
Logan stopped and gave her time for the pain to subside and to adjust to the
feel of having him inside her. He pushed in a little further, realizing that
his eight-inch cock was probably not the most comfortable thing for a virgin to
experience. Just then Marie began to
wriggle beneath him and he moved again to see how she’d react. When she gave a
small thrust up, Logan pushed in even further and started to move a little
more, giving gentle little thrusts.
Cupping her delicate little bottom, he gradually eased in as far as he
could and increased the pressure of his thrusts as she lifted her hips up to
meet his rhythm. He increased the pace of his thrusts the more she writhed
beneath him.
“Oh God, Logan.
Oh God,” she moaned, and it was like music to hars.ars.
“So good, baby.
You feel so good,” he complimented her.
“Yes….yes…..harder,
Logan….please.”
“Come for me,
Marie. Just surrender and let go, baby.”
grew louder, as her body quivered beneath him, and he knew she was close.
was fighting to hold back, wanting to make sure she peaked before allowing
himself to reach nirvana.
“So close, baby
….you’re so close,” he said, as he felt her shudder.
“LOGAN!” she
screamed, as she was engulfed in a firestorm of sheer pleasure.
Hearing her
scream his name like that was all it took for Logan, and he fell over the edge
of the abyss into his own freefall, shooting hot liquid deep inside her.
Just then the
door was flung open, practically torn off its hinges and Sabretooth’s gigantic
frame filled the doorway.
“I’m gonna kill
you, runt, for defiling my little girl,” he roared.