Plus…I had bought some toys and I wanted to experiment.

I pulled Sela into our bedroom and told her to get undressed. She did so without question and crawled onto the bed while I went into the bathroom and retrieved my bag of goodies from underneath the sink. I unceremoniously dumped them onto the mattress beside her and told her to take her pick.

She eyeballed them suspiciously, running her finger over the nine-inch dildo, the butterfly vibrator, the bottle of lube, and finally the small butt plug I thought to start her with at some point. Her eyes slid to mine as her hand rested on the vibrator.

“That your choice?” I asked in a husky voice.

She nodded and picked it up, handing it to me.

I shook my head and backed away from the bed. “Use it.”

“To do what?” she asked innocently, and that made me want to jump on her and kiss her with joyous abandon that she could still be that naïve with me.

“To get yourself off,” I said as I lowered myself into an armchair in the corner of the room. My dick was already hard and I rubbed it through the material of my khaki cargos.

Sela sucked in a lungful of air and let it out slowly. “While you watch?”

“Oh yeah,” I told her with a sly grin. “I’m going to watch.”

And what a show she put on for me. There was only a slight hesitation as she twisted the base of the vibrator and let it hum in her hand. It was bright pink with a three-inch thin appendage with a flared head, and a soft rubber butterfly at the base.

Her eyes raised to mine and she gave me a game smile. Then she put that wicked thing between her legs, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration, exactly the way it is now as she stuffs the turkey. Sela worked herself slowly, making tiny moans and circling her hips. She pressed the vibrator deep into her pussy, pressed the butterfly to her clit, and mewed like a starved kitten. Even though I swore to myself I’d only watch, it didn’t take thirty seconds before I had my cock out and started stroking it.

It took her a while to come, and that inflated my ego that I can get her off faster. But it was beautiful and sublime, and by the time she’d reached her climax, I was strangling the base of my dick so I wouldn’t unload in my hand.

I stood up from the chair, intent on walking to the bed, pulling my pants down just past my hips, and fucking her fast. But she held her hand up and stopped me. Grabbing the lube, which was strawberry flavored, she motioned to the bed and said, “Lie down.”

So I did.

She squirted sweet-smelling liquid on me that coated my cock, ran over my balls in warm streams, and dribbled down the crack of my ass. It progressively got hotter as she jacked my cock for a while, and then sucked me deep into her mouth. With my eyes shut and my fingers clutching the bedspread as if my life depended on it, Sela worked me with her mouth and groaned out her own approval of the experience.

And then she got filthy with me.

With my dick stroking her tonsils and her one hand twisting me at the base, Sela snuck her other hand in between my legs, and with swift precision pressed a finger into my ass. My eyes flew open and my hips flew off the bed, causing her finger to sink deeper.

My head snapped up and I practically glared down at her, never having had a woman have the sexual proclivity to do that to me. I didn’t feel violated, but I felt invaded.

She pulled her mouth off my cock, grinned at me slyly, and crooked her finger inside my body. She pressed in, stroked something that caused fire to shoot through my balls, and I shouted her name in a crazy, strangled cry of need.

Sela laughed in that sexy, smoky voice and pulled her finger back.

Pushed it back in.

Curled that finger and pressed again.

My cock jumped in her hand, and an orgasm started to bubble.

“What the fuck?” I asked her in amazement. “Where did you learn to do that, dirty girl?”

“I read about it in a book,” she said impishly, her finger going still within me. “It’s supposed to make you come really hard. Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” I groaned in abandon, and then I told her, “but get your mouth back on me.”

So she did. She sucked me in deep, fucked my ass with her finger, and within about thirty seconds I came harder than I ever have in my life before. I seriously almost passed the fuck out, and even as I was still squirting in her mouth, I wondered when she’d do it to me again.

It seemed my Sela was getting brave and adventurous, and I realized that she and I wouldn’t have any boundaries that couldn’t be crossed.

Sela continues to stuff the turkey and I reach down and adjust my stiff dick to the side of my zipper, my balls tingling from the memory of last night. I try to put that out of my head because I know she’s stressed about not only getting the meal ready, but Caroline and Ally coming to visit. They should be here in a few hours and Sela’s been fretting with nervousness.

“Need any help?” I ask as I walk up behind her. I take her by the hips, lean in, and kiss the back of her head.

“No,” she says, her voice tight with tension. “I just need to get this in the oven and…fuck!”

“What?” I ask, pulling away from her as she pulls her hands out of the stuffed turkey.

“I forgot to preheat the oven,” she mutters with a defeated sigh, holding her hands up and away, coated with butter and gooey stuffing.

“Relax, baby,” I say as I turn to the double-oven unit built in beside the gas-top stove. “What’s it need to be set to?”

Sela leans over, checks the instructions on her phone, and says, “Three twenty-five.”

I turn the knob, listening to the clicking of the gas pilot, and then the subtle whoosh as it catches. I then set the temperature.

When I turn back to Sela, she stares at me with utter worry on that beautiful face. I smile at her as I put my hands back on her hips. “Relax. It’s going to all be fine. What else do you need help with?”

She pulls away from me, rests her hands on the handles of the roaster, and drops her head. With a deep sigh she whispers, “I don’t want to screw anything up.”

My arms go around her waist and I step into her back. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I assure her, “You aren’t going to screw anything up. And if you do, everyone will find it to be utterly charming and then we’ll go out to dinner somewhere.”

“Beck,” she growls with frustration, and tries to shrug out of my grip. “This is serious. I want your sister to like me.”