Silver Pt. 05

"That's sad, Marlene," I said as I lifted her chin to look at me. "I have a lot to show you, and your eyes won't know where to look next because there is so much to see down there."

"I can't wait," she smiled. "Will your sister mind? Do they have enough room?"

"No, she won't mind; especially since I already asked her!" I grinned. "And yes, they will be able to squeeze us in for the night. Looks like you are going to be meeting a few of my sisters this weekend!"

"Oh geez, I shouldn't have been so excited about meeting them when I asked you last week... Now I'm nervous."

I laughed and reassured her that there was nothing to be nervous about, and that my sisters were all very nice and excited to meet her. I also told her that she would be meeting my mom, since we would be dropping Misty off at her house. "Misty isn't going with us?" Marlene asked.

"Nope, she is having a sleepover at grandmom's house," I replied. "If you think that your mom spoils her, wait until you see the way my mom treats her," I laughed.

"Oh Michael, your mom, your sisters... I think that I'm going to be sick."

"Stop Marlene," I laughed, "Believe me, they will absolutely love you. Just be yourself and be prepared to laugh."

The week passed quickly and we found ourselves filling Marlene's Mustang with our bags, Misty's supplies, and food to bring to my sister's shore home. I spread a heavy blanket across the back seat of the Mustang and tucked it in snuggly so it wouldn't slide down when good old Misty took her seat. I asked Marlene if she could keep the roof closed until we delivered her to my mom's because I didn't know how she would react to an open roof. It was a gorgeous Saturday morning and as Misty settled herself in the back, the Mustang roared to life. God, how I loved that sound; the deep , thundering groan of a powerful engine as it screams out loud in a tantrum before quickly settling to a low, sensual growl. It's a guy thing, I suppose; although, I know many women who feel the same way, and I'm guessing that Marlene was one of them.

We backed out of the driveway and were soon on our way to grandmom's. Misty laid in the back with her long black nose resting on the center console. "Michael, look at her," Marlene said in a sweet voice. "She is so cute."

The midnight blue beast glided down the highway as if it were floating on air. The early morning ttraffic was light as we drove along. I gave Marlene directions as we drove, telling her to turn here and there. "How do you know where you are?" Marlene asked in disbelief.

"I used to drive, remember? I can tell by the feel of the road; there are different dips and crests that give me signals of where we are for the most part. Every road has it's own story to tell."

"That's amazing; I don't even notice them, Michael. Not unless I hit a pot hole," she laughed. "Again, the things that we don't realize."

We were soon pulling into my mom's driveway and the Mustang's low growl silenced as Marlene turned off the ignition. We gathered Misty from the back seat and her supplies from the trunk before walking to the front door. My mom was waiting there for us and Misty's tail wagged wildly as she opened the door to let us in. "There's my pretty puppy," my mom excitedly exclaimed. I unhooked Misty's leash and off she ran, dashing from one room to another,, doing her investigative work, and looking for the two cats that my mom owned. I heard some crunching coming from the kitchen. "Misty, get your nose out of the cat food," I yelled. she came running through the house and stopped at my mom's feet. She somehow knew that my mom was older and her manner changed whenever she approached her. "Misty, you're not a cat," my mom laughed, "You're a big old puppy dog."

I never got the chance to introduce my mom to Marlene since Misty grabbed the attention from all of us. "Mom, this is my Marlene," I said. "Marlene, Sweetheart, this is my mom."

"Hello, Mrs. Dalton, it is so nice to finally meet you," Marlene said with a big smile as she stood there with Misty's necessities in her hands. I took the supplies from Marlene as my mom walked to her and gave her a hug.

"It is nice to meet you too, honey; Michael has told me so much about you."

"Oh geez, I hope that it was all good," Marlene said nervously.

I set up Misty's bowls with water and food as the two women talked on the sofa in the living room. I let Misty outside before I began to walk back into the room. "He's so bad," I heard my mom whispering as Marlene laughed.

"I'm so bad what, Mom?" I said as I leaned over and kissed her hello.

"None of your business, Mikey," my Mom responded, "Marlene and I were just talking..."

"It sounds like the both of you are up to no good," I said in an inquisitive voice.

A bark came from the back door and Marlene stood up to let her in. "Mike, she is absolutely beautiful, and so sweet," My mom told me as Marlene disappeared around the corner. "You should see how she looks at you. Her eyes lit up when you walked into the room."

"Mom, she is the sweetest person that I ever met," I said as I sat down next to her on the sofa. "We love being together."

"Look out!" Marlene yelled as she opened the back door. Misty came racing into the room, stopped in front of my mom, and dropped to the floor onto her back. "There's a surprise," I commented as my mom reached down and scratched Misty's belly.

"Marlene walked into the room and said, "Oh there's a surprise; Misty on the floor, and on her back getting a belly rub."

"Mikey just said the very same thing," mom said as she looked towards Marlene.

"Great minds think alike," I grinned.

"Oh brother, I'm in trouble if that's true," Marlene giggled.

"You're in trouble alright," I said. "Are you ready? I think that we better get going before the shore traffic backs up on the expressway."

"Yes, I'm ready, Mikey," Marlene said in a teasing voice as she touseled my hair.

I gave her the "eye" and whispered how much trouble she was in before lightly biting her finger. Marlene laughed as she helped me stand. We said our goodbyes to my mom and Misty as she walked us to the door.

"Have fun you two, and tell the gang down there that I said hi," mom said. She gave Marlene another hug and told her to stop by or call her anytime that she wanted. I leaned down to my four foot, nine inch mother and gave her a kiss. "Thanks for watching Misty, Mom; I love you."

"I love you too, Mikey; see you tomorrow night?" she asked.

"Yep, we'll pick up the hound dog tomorrow night. I'll call you when we are leaving the shore," I said before walking down the steps with Marlene in my arms.

We made our way to the car, hips bumping into each other as we carelessly prepared for our hour long journey to Ocean City. As we sat in the Mustang, Marlene asked, "Do you want the roof down, Mikey?"

She reached over and pinched my cheek, laughing as she unlocked the latch from my side of the car. "You're sooo funny," I said with a blushing face. "You're also in so, so much trouble," I added.

Marlene laughed as the roof began to retract and lower into the back of the rumbling car. The windows slid down next before we backed out of the driveway and were on our way. Ten minutes later, we were easing onto the entrance to the Alantic City Expressway. As Marlene straightened the car and prepared to merge into the shore traffic, the Mustang roared to life and again, my head pressed into the headrest. This time I was ready for the jolt as I smiled while the beautiful midnight blue beast rocketed onto the highway. "What a thrill," I excitedly thought to myself as the warm summer air drifted over the top of our heads. And there I was, the passenger in a beautiful Mustang GT Convertible with a sexy, long legged beautiful woman at the driver seat. "Go ahead guys; look all you want, but she is all mine," I thought as we passed cars along the way.

Fourty minutes later, we were merging onto the Garden State Parkway with the same sequence of events; Marlene easing the car around the entrance and stepping on it when the time came to merge onto the busy highway. The smell of the salt air filled my senses as we drove down the road, driving over the bridge to the bay and exiting into Ocean City. I gave Marlene directions to my sister's home and in minutes, we were pulling up to the front of the house.

"Holy crap... This one, Michael?" Marlene exclaimed in disbelief as she grabbed my thigh with her fingers. "Are you sure?"

"Yep, this is it," I smiled.

The house was absolutely gorgeous. It was an eight bedroom, six bath stunner that sat on the bay. The Mustang rumbled beneath us as Marlene gazed at the outside of the property. "It's alright if you turn the car off, Sweetheart," I said as I placed my hand on top of Marlene's.

My sister came bouncing out of the front door and greeted us as we were making our way out of the car. "Hey Mike, I'm so glad that you guys could make it down," she cheerfully said.

"Rose, this is my Marlene; and Marlene, this is one of my younger sisters, Rose."

"It's so nice to meet you, Marlene; Mike has told me so much about you. Oh my god, your car is gorgeous."

Marlene held her hand out to my sister and greeted her with a huge smile. We retrieved our bags from the small trunk and made our way into the house. Marlene stopped dead in her tracks as we entered. "Oh Rose... This is absolutely stunning."

We stood in the foyer and Marlene looked up at the beautiful stairway that circled to the upper levels of the home. We left our things there and my sister told us to follow her out to the kitchen where some of my other sisters sat having coffee and munching on donuts.

"Hey guys," I said as we entered. "How is everybody?"

My sisters, Lauren, Kimberly, and MaryEllen all came over and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. I introduced each one to Marlene and they happily said their hello's. We sat at the large table and joined them with a cup of coffee. "The guys are out on the deck if you want to go out and say hi," Rose said.

Marlene turned and looked out onto the sprawling deck that extended over the bay. Two jet ski's and a twenty-four foot boat rested along the floating dock that drifted at the base of the deck. A twenty foot fiberglass pool laid to the left of the sliding glass door of the kitchen. The guys were sitting around the outside table; laughing and drinking their morning cups of coffee. Marlene whispered, "Oh my God, this is absolutely breath taking."

After finishing our first cup, Rose asked Marlene if she would like a tour of the house. They disappeared and I went out onto the deck to say hello to the guys. My brother-in-law, Sam, greeted me and guided me to the table and I sat outside, talking and laughing with my brother-in-laws. They were questioning me about Marlene, joking and asking if she were going to come out and show her "butter face."

I laughed along with their so-called humor until they stopped in mid-sentence. Rose and Marlene stepped through the sliding door and onto the deck. "Holy fuck," I heard one of the men whisper under his breath. Marlene approached in her black shorts and pink tank top. I introduced Marlene to the silenced crowd. They each stood, shaking her hand as they exchanged pleasantries. One of them nudged me under the table as he sat down next to me. "Nice job, Mikey," he whispered.

We all made our way back into the kitchen and sat down for a real breakfast. Marlene helped Rose and Lauren clean up after we had finished before asking me if I wanted to take a walk up to the beach. She took my hand and led me up to our bedroom so we could change into our beach attire. As we entered our room, Marlene turned and kissed me. "Michael, this place is huge... It's beautiful... Do you know that there is a map of Spain in our bathroom sink?"

"Yes, so I've heard," I said, not making a big deal about it.

"Michael, you can fit six people in our shower; do you know that?"

"Yes, I know that, I've been in it before."

"Your sister and brother-in-law are so sweet; you would never know..." she said.

"Never know what? That they are as rich as crap?" I smiled. "Sweetheart, they're not about money; they're about family and having fun together," I explained.

Marlene went into the bathroom to change while I slipped into a comfortable pair of swim shorts. Marlene stepped from the bathroom and said, "What do you think, Handsome?"

She walked over to me, placed my hands on her slim sides, and raised them up to her breast. I could feel her nipples straining through the thin cups of the swimsuit that she was wearing. "Mmm, I like this," I moaned. She pulled my hands around to her back where I felt nothing but silky smooth skin. "Marlene, this isn't the one piece leopard bodysuit that you wore a couple of weeks ago, is it?"

"No silly, it's a one piece bathing suit. It's backless though."

I ran my hands down her naked back until the fabric of the suit made it's appearance, just above her beautifully sculptured ass. I took her soft cheeks in my hands and pulled her into me. Marlene reached back and brought my hands around to the high cut sides of her bathingsuit and I dropped to my knees in front of her. My face rubbed against the silky fabric covering her stomach and I hugged her tightly. "You are so beautiful, Sweetheart," I whispered as I looked up at her. "Anything that you wear is absolutely stunning."

"I think of you when I pick out what I wear, Handsome," she replied as her fingernails ran through my hair. "Are you ready for the beach?"

I stood up and looked down at my crotch. "I don't know if I should leave the room looking like this," I laughed, as my hard on was very apparent through the loose swim shorts that I was wearing.

Marlene gave it a pat and laughed, "You may want to strap that thing to your leg or something."

She threw on her beach coverup before we made our way downstairs. We asked if anyone was going with us, but they said that they would join us a bit later. We grabbed our blanket, chairs, and a few bottles of water and off we went. The sound of the ocean waves greeted us as we stepped onto the warm sands of the beach. Marlene selected a spot to lay our blanket and in minutes, we were sitting together, the sun shining brightly as we faced the pounding surf of the Atlantic ocean.

We spent time walking along the beach on the soft sands of Ocean City, dodging the small children who were blindly running from the sand into the water. Marlene was sporting her steel blue, one piece bathingsuit, and I was in a pair of black shorts with two white twigs sticking out from the leg openings. The sound of children screaming as the waves hit them, the sea gulls who were fighting for food, and a low flying prop plane with a trailing advertisement filled the air as we strolled lazily along.

"Michael, this is so relaxing, so beautiful, and so, I don't know, romantic," she said as our hands waved freely between us.

"This is one of my most favorite places," I replied with a sigh. "This is where I like to go to forget about everything."

"You're right, it makes you forget about everything," Marlene said with happiness in her voice.

The rest of the gang joined us as we sat in our chairs; the girls all talking about the things that girls talk about, and the guys telling me how hot Marlene was! "You stepped in it this time," one of them said.

"It's about time that I stepped in something," I replied.

"No Mikey, you really, really stepped in it this time," another stated. "She was born to wear that bathingsuit."

The weekend was so relaxing as we all had dinner together the first night that we were there and my sisters and brothers-in-law got to know Marlene. I recieved several more pats on the back and comments from the men, regarding Marlene, her personality, and mostly her beautiful body.

That night, Marlene and I decided to take a walk on the boardwalk. We lazily strolled along the old wooden planks. Music blasted from the arcades and t-shirt stores as Marlene took in the various sights and sounds. The smell of caramel corn, funnel cake, and pizza filled the salty night air. We stopped and bought fudge, saltwarter taffy, and caramel corn for our moms and the girls at the law firm. Marlene could have fed an army with all that she had purchased. After returning home, we sat up with everyone for awhile and the girls shared glasses of wine as they talked and laughed, telling Marlene embarrassing stories at my expense. As I said before, I was screwed, and not the way that I wanted to be. The talk soon turned to the upcoming wedding and the girls discussed their options on dresses; whether they should wear short sleeve, long sleeve, or sleeveless. They all voiced their opinions regarding the month of September; was it a fall wedding, or Summer? September in the Philadelphia area usually had temperatures still running in the mid eighty degree range and on the calender, it was considered summer. But late September they decided would be considered more of a fall season. So, it was decided, the mid September wedding that we all would be attending would be more summer and would call for a short, or sleeveless dress. I chimed in that they may want to consider the air conditioning inside the reception to which a whole new discussion resulted. On and on they went discussing colors, shoes, and whether they were staying in the city that night or not. It was late and I was pretty pooped from the beach, boardwalk, and the never ending discussion that was taking place, so I walked to the back of Marlene's chair, reached around to hug her and told her that I was heading upstairs to bed. She reached up and held my arms as they wrapped around her neck and squeezed them tightly as I gave her a smooch on her cheek. She told me that she would be up in awhile. I said good night to everyone and made my way upstairs.

After washing up, brushing my teeth and undressing down to my underwear, I plopped onto the bed and fell asleep on my stomach, lying across the bed. I woke to a pair of warm, stiff nipples gracefully sliding across my back. I raised my head from the bed and the scent of wine became noticeable as a pair of hot lips clamped onto my shoulder. "Mmm, you taste so good, Handsome," Marlene moaned as she pressed her body down onto me. "I want you to fuck me, Michael," she whispered into my neck with a slight giggle. "I want you to bend me over this bed and fuck my hot pussy," she continued with a giggle. "C'mon, Handsome, I want that beautiful dick of yours stuffed in my wet cunt."

I never heard Marlene blatanly talk like this, especially using the word, cunt. "Sweetheart?" I started.

"What, my Love," she replied as she tried to turn me over and grab my cock.

"How much wine did you have?" I continued with a laugh as Marlene began to yank my underwear off.

"Just a couple of glasses with your sisters, maybe a little more than a couple," she giggled. "C'mon, Michael, get up and bend me over this very here bed."

"Shh..." I whispered, trying to get Marlene to lower her voice so the rest of the house wouldn't hear her.

"Michael, fuck me from behind," she said again in an exaggerated whisper. "I want your cock to fill my cunt."

"OK, OK," I whispered, "Shh... Lay on the bed and I'll fuck you," I said as I slid from the bed.

As I stood up, Marlene laid halfway off of the bed with her feet planted on the floor and the rest of her body sprawled across the mattress. She wiggled her ass in front of me, reached back and spread her cheeks and whispered loudly, "Shove that cock in me right now, Michael... right now... fuck my cunt right now."

I pressed against Marlene, leaned over and began to rub her back, hoping that I would get her to fall asleep. I didn't want to do anything that would have her feeling embarrassed tomorrow morning, but I think that she was past that point.