The Siren's Song, Part 3

The Siren's Song
by uciboy

PART III

I started spending more time at Naomi's house in the days following my first
visit.  Initially, it was just a few evenings a week with a game of chess that
would lead into passionate sex.  But by the end of the month, Naomi and I had
decided to live together - and since she owned and I rented, it was obvious
that I would be moving in with her (though I paid for half of the mortgage).
She used to joke that she liked having me around to take care of the repairs
in the house, and she always laughed when I would carry around an old
rubber-handled wrench that I had owned since I was a kid.  "I can fix anything
with this wrench," I'd say proudly as I searched the house for any defects in
need of repair.

Things obviously had moved quickly between us, but Naomi and I had bonded into
a special relationship; granted, a good part of that bonding was through our
smoking, but I've known couples with weaker ties than ours.  Moreover, I had
formed a good relationship with her twins.  Indeed, I was only 7 years they're
senior, so for them it was like having an older brother that was hanging
around the house all the time.  "Why not just have him move in?" they asked
their mother, an issue that they actually could all agree on.

Moving in, of course, meant that I had to witness the stressful moments that
Naomi too often had with her daughters, but I did my best to smooth things out
when I could.  One day, when she was particularly on edge with them as she
struggled with the account of a big client, I suggested that I take the girls
out shopping.  Naomi was grateful for the suggestion, and so Alicia, Dana and
I hit some of the local malls.

To be honest, it was a challenge for me.  Because I did find these two girls
so attractive, I had to control my feelings for them - and the best way I
could do that (or so I thought) was to suppress those feelings by spending
time with them.  What the hell was I thinking?!

As we were heading back home, Dana asked if we could stop for a drink at 7-11.
I had no objections and so pulled into the parking lot and was about to get
out of the car when Alicia asked, "Steve, would you buy us a pack of
cigarettes?"

I was stunned by the question.  "No," I said, "your Mom would kill me."

Alicia had a devious smile on her face.  "She doesn't have to know."

I could feel butterflies starting to form in my stomach.  In truth, there was
nothing I would have enjoyed more at that moment than to see those two girls
smoke.  It was as if they could sense my weakness, because Alicia suddenly
began to caress the back of my neck.  "We know you like it when Mom smokes.
Wouldn't you like to see us smoke, too?"  

The siren song had begun, and I felt my spirit weakening.  Yes, I would enjoy
watching them smoke, and I decided to do what they asked of me.  

"Get those long ones that Mom smokes," Alicia hollered as I was about to walk
into the store.  

I was shaking with anticipation when I walked out of the 7-11 with two packs
of Virginia Slims 120's Menthols.  I even bought them their own lighters,
convinced that what I was doing might well be insane, but also seemed to be
the right thing.  But I wasn't convinced that others would see it that way -
and so I decided to drive over to a dark corner of the parking lot where no
one would see us.

The twins could barely contain their excitement when I handed them their
packs, and they quickly unwrapped the cellophane and flipped the tops.

"Have you guys ever smoked before?" I asked.

"Never," said Dana who had already lit her cigarette and began making the tip
glow a bright orange with her first puff.

"Take it slow," I advised.  "You're gonna get sick if you go to fast."

But the girls were oblivious to my counsel.  Alicia inhaled her first puff and
coughed, but that didn't deter her from taking a second puff.  These girls
were determined to learn how to smoke.
  
"Ohhhh," Dana said after her third puff, "that feels so good!"

"It's exactly what I expected it would be," Alicia replied as she held the
cigarette up and blew a stream of smoke at it.

I was in heaven as the cab began to fill up with their creamy smoke.  The wide
smiles on their faces created a huge bulge in my pants, and I already began to
look forward to the fantasies I would be having in the shower later that
night.  They had only just begun smoking, but they clearly knew the importance
of style.  It was as if they were natural born smokers.

"Thank you, Steve," Dana said excitedly as she put her arms around my neck in
a hug from the backseat.

"Thank you, Steve," Alicia said more seductively as she then took a puff,
leaned over, and gave me a smoky kiss on the cheek.  I smiled, of course, but
then I suddenly felt her hand brushing against my crotch as she leaned back
into her seat.  When I looked over at Alicia in surprise, she gave me a wink
as she took another puff on her 120.

It took me a minute to gather my thoughts together after that wink, but once I
had, I decided to drive them around the city for another 25 minutes to give
them time to smoke a second cigarette each and then air out; but during that
time, the possible consequences of my actions started to occupy my thoughts.
For as long as I could remember, I had been obsessed with smoking - and what I
saw in these girls was the same kind of excitement I had when I started just
around their age.  Thus I knew that this intense pleasure they were feeling
would lead to swift addictions.  This idea both excited and frightened me -
because it would be just a matter of time before they would need to smoke so
badly that they would be unable to hide it from their Mom.

"Now remember," I said to them sternly, "you can't smoke around your Mom.  And
if she catches you, I know nothing about this."

"Don't worry, Steve," Alicia said, "we'll protect you."  But there was
something about the tone in her voice that told me they probably wouldn't.  I
began to wonder if I had just made a terrible mistake.

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Surprisingly, the girls were true to their word and kept their smoking hidden
from their Mom.  But within a few weeks, they started to grow more bold as I
would catch them smoking in their bedroom when I got home from teaching.  I
would say a few stern words to them, but it only took Alicia to say, "We know
you like it when we smoke" in order to shut me up.  She was correct, of
course; I did enjoy watching them smoke, and my fantasies about them were
growing wilder by the day.

Yet I always had enough passion in reserve for Naomi, and we spent many a
night wrapped in one another's arms and blowing smoke into each other's lungs.
In short, I was quite happy with life.

But then things began to change quickly.  One Saturday morning I was awakened
from my deep slumber by the ringing of the phone, but was too groggy to hear
what Naomi said into the receiver.  Within moments, she was kissing me on the
cheek and heading towards the bathroom.  I must have dozed off again, because
when I awoke thirty minutes later, I was alone in the bed and could smell the
wonderful aroma of coffee wafting in the room.  Seeing that it was 7:30 am on
the clock, I couldn't believe that Naomi had gotten up so early on a Saturday.
I put on my pajama pants that were lying on the floor and headed out to the
kitchen.  There was Naomi, standing fully dressed in business attire, sipping
a cup of coffee and gently puffing on a VS 120 as she read the business
section.

"What gives?" I asked stifling a yawn as I walked over and put my arms around
her.

"I'm sorry, hone, but that was the office on the phone.  I've got an emergency
meeting with a client today."

"Are you sure you want to leave me?" I asked seductively as I brought her
fingers up to my lips and took a deep puff from her Virginia Slim.  "I'm still
very horney," I said in a smoky kiss on her neck.

"Oh, you bad boy," she giggled.  "You better go put a shirt on before the
girls get up."

"It's Saturday; they won't be up for another few hours," I whispered back.
"You ever see Fatal Attraction?  We could do it right here in the sink."

She gave me a light tap on the nose.  "You are naughty today," she said with a
grin.  "I'll have to finish that meeting as quickly as I can."

After she left, I decided to pour myself a cup of coffee and read the paper a
bit before heading back into the bedroom for a shirt.  But when I reached into
my jacket hanging on the chair, I realized that I was out of cigarettes.  I
would have to settle for one of Naomi's Virginia Slims until I went out later
in the day.  I pulled out her carton from a cupboard, unwrapped a fresh pack,
and lit a cigarette as I sat down at the table.  Not too bad, I thought to
myself as I inhaled.  It had a nice smooth feel to it.  I placed the 120 down
in the ashtray and unfolded the sports section on the table.  

Perhaps I was too interested in the results of the Lakers game to hear one of
the bedroom doors open, because I was suddenly stunned to see Alicia walk out
into the kitchen in her nightgown.  I felt frozen as I sat there at the table
with no shirt and only a pair of pajama pants on. 

"Where's Mom?" she asked as she poured herself a glass of orange juice from
the fridge.

It took a few seconds for her question to register in my brain.  She looked so
deliciously sweet in that nightgown.  I shook my head a little to bring myself
back to reality.  "She had to meet with a client.  She'll be back later."

"Oh," she replied non-chalantly as she brought the glass up to her lips and
looked across the room at nothing in particular.  She had such an innocent
expression on her face as she walked towards my chair, all the while glancing
down at the newspaper as if something had caught her intense interest.

I tried to stay focused on the story I was reading, but the intoxicating smell
of her perfume invaded my thoughts.  All I could think of was how good she
looked when she and her sister were smoking.  Alicia continued to read the
newspaper and decided to sit down - on my lap.  The immediate pressure applied
to my already hard dick took my breath away, and I tried to control my
breathing when I realized she was not wearing any panties under her nightgown.
I could almost feel the hair of her pussy as it pressed down on my thin
pajamas.

Alicia continued to read the newspaper spread out on the table, reaching for
the smoldering cigarette in the ashtray.  She brought it to her lips in such
an elegant way, taking a gentle puff in the center of her mouth and exhaling a
long stream of smoke which billowed back up from the table.
 
I felt paralyzed and could say nothing.  She took another puff and began to
rock her hips back and forth, slowly grinding my hard dick up against my pants
and seemingly closer to her pussy.  She lifted her head up and exhaled another
stream of smoke which floated into the airspace above the table.  I kept my
hands gripped around the legs of the chair, afraid of what would I would do if
I touched her.  Her grinding continued, and I lifted my head back in ecstasy.

Nothing could interrupt the pleasure I was feeling at that moment; not even
Dana who walked into the room in an identical nightgown and smiled at us.
Silently she reached for the pack of cigarettes on the kitchen counter and lit
one, snapping back a puff of smoke as she watched us intently and exhaling
through her nose.  It was like having my cake and eating it, too.  Not only
was I in ecstasy with Alicia on my lap, but I could watch her twin smoke right
in front of me.  Dana then turned and walked over to the couch in the living
room, a cloud of smoke following her as she exhaled another puff, and turned
on the television to watch morning cartoons.  As I watched her from the back
of the couch, every few seconds a cloud of smoke would envelop her head as it
rose upwards.

I began to wonder if I had actually gone back to bed and was now dreaming.  It
couldn't be possible that I was watching these two beautiful and innocent
looking teenagers fill the room with smoke.  And yet Alicia continued to grind
her hips rhythmically as she puffed on the Virginia Slim and read the
newspaper.  The entire scene was so surreal.  And it felt so good.  I could
feel the pressure building up at the base of my dick as I soaked in these
images and felt the intense stimuli as Alicia brushed her pussy against my
pants.  I mustn't cum, I thought to myself as I held the chair legs harder.
They're only 16.  Only...16.  Not even legal!  And yet I wanted to cum inside
her cunt so badly.  But I mustn't.  I...mustn't
....must...not.......cummmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!

I gasped for breath and held the chair legs so tight I was certain that they
would snap.  A stream of cum began to flow out of my cock into my pajamas, and
I took sporadic breaths as Alicia's grinding came to a slow halt.

"This seat is kinda wet," she said with her back still facing me, and with the
cigarette between her fingers, she got up and walked over to the couch to
watch cartoons with her sister.

I sat at the table immobilized, my mouth hanging open, my breathing heavy -
wallowing in shame for what I had just done.  When I had regained my senses, I
stumbled back into the bedroom and took a shower, hoping that I could wash
away the shame.  But it was useless.  I was afraid - because I knew that there
was nothing I could do to break free from their powers.

END PART III

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