The Mane Attraction
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Reaching up with his left hand, he palmed one and got a slap across the offending limb.
Stop that right now, Mitchell Shaw.
He grinned. Your nipples are hard.
Sissy sat back, placing a small corkboard on the floor, and thats when Mitch realized she was straddling his waist, wearing nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts and a cutoff AC/DC band shirt. Exactly what was she doing?
What is wrong with you? she demanded.
Ive had a near-death experience, Sissyand Im really horny. Uhthink we can
No. We cant. And you couldnt even feed yourself not too long ago.
It was all that chicken soup. It cured me.
Yeah. Right. And stop touching! She slapped his hand away again.
Oh, come on, Sissy. I almost died. Cant you help me out?
You did not. And Im not having sex with you cause you almost died.
Fine. Hand job? he asked hopefully.
No.
Blow job? Christ, he was horny. Horny, hungry, andsafe. It had been so long since he felt that way, he almost didnt recognize it. But thats what being here with Sissy made him feel. Safe.
Mitchell!
At least let me bury my face between your breasts. Just for like five seconds.
Dont make me hurt you.
If I do, will I get to call you mistress?
She slid off his lap and ended up staring at the tent shed left behind. What is wrong with you?
He grinned, happy to see that all of his important parts were still working. Apparently nothing.
Smirking, Sissy suddenly grabbed the sheet and lifted it, taking a look.
Hey!
My, my, my. Look what youve been hiding, Mr. Shaw.
He snatched the sheet back. It was one thing to be the predatory male in this scenario, but Sissy had turned it on him like she did with everyone else. Hands to yourself, Smith. I wont let you turn me into your sexual plaything.
Sissy laughed. Not yet you wont.
She might have a point.
Im hungry, he announced.
Ive got some more soup
Any more soup, and Ill start roaring. You know you hate that.
Are you implying you want some meat?
No. Im telling you I want some meat. Feed me.
Ill bring something up.
Actually Mitch sat up a bit. Id rather get up.
You sure?
He nodded.
Okay. Sissy walked across the room and grabbed the duffelbag hed brought with him to the hotel. She must have brought it with them when they left. Your sweatpants okay?
Perfect.
She walked to the bed and pulled out sweatpants and a T-shirt. Here.
Thanks.
He waited for her to leave, but she just stood there.
Yes?
Dont you need help getting dressed?
No. He made shooing motions with his left hand. He knew it was ridiculous, but he didnt want Sissy to see him as weak and needy.
Can you move your right arm yet?
Ill make do. Go away.
Fine. Suffer. She moved toward the door. Let me know when youre ready to come downstairs. Ill help you.
I can manage.
Fine, she said again. But if you fall, Im leaving you there until you learn a lesson.
Very nice.
Ill get food started. Itll take a bit, so dont rush.
He didnt think he could even if he wanted to.
By the time Mitch made it downstairs, Sissy was pulling the mac and cheese shed mixed the night before out of the oven. Shed made quite a few meals over the last three days in between checking on Mitch. She couldnt sleep well anyway, and she was afraid to sleep for long periods of time, should something happen. So Sissy did what she always did when she was stressing outshe cooked. She found it soothing, and she was pretty good at it. In the time it took Mitch to really wake up, shed completely filled both freezers with potential dinners. Whatever remained when she and Mitch left would feed her parents for a couple of months.
His long time getting ready gave her time to bake up the food and get her uncontrollable nipples in order. What exactly were they thinking anyway? Getting all hard and needy just because Mitch Shaw, of all people, had his face between her tits? She blamed them. Not herself. Damn nipples.
That smells good.
Sissy jumped a bit before turning around and helping Mitch into one of the table chairs. She felt his forehead as shed been doing over and over again for three damn days.
Am I okay, Mom?
Dont be a smart-ass.
Yup. You even sound like my mother. Mitch let out a sigh. Im worried about her. My mother.
Shes fine. And she knows youre fine.
She does?
Yeah. I called my Aunt Janette, and she called my other aunt, one of Daddys sistershe has sixin Alabama; she called my uncleone of my mommas brothersin North Carolina who called
Stop that right now, Mitchell Shaw.
He grinned. Your nipples are hard.
Sissy sat back, placing a small corkboard on the floor, and thats when Mitch realized she was straddling his waist, wearing nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts and a cutoff AC/DC band shirt. Exactly what was she doing?
What is wrong with you? she demanded.
Ive had a near-death experience, Sissyand Im really horny. Uhthink we can
No. We cant. And you couldnt even feed yourself not too long ago.
It was all that chicken soup. It cured me.
Yeah. Right. And stop touching! She slapped his hand away again.
Oh, come on, Sissy. I almost died. Cant you help me out?
You did not. And Im not having sex with you cause you almost died.
Fine. Hand job? he asked hopefully.
No.
Blow job? Christ, he was horny. Horny, hungry, andsafe. It had been so long since he felt that way, he almost didnt recognize it. But thats what being here with Sissy made him feel. Safe.
Mitchell!
At least let me bury my face between your breasts. Just for like five seconds.
Dont make me hurt you.
If I do, will I get to call you mistress?
She slid off his lap and ended up staring at the tent shed left behind. What is wrong with you?
He grinned, happy to see that all of his important parts were still working. Apparently nothing.
Smirking, Sissy suddenly grabbed the sheet and lifted it, taking a look.
Hey!
My, my, my. Look what youve been hiding, Mr. Shaw.
He snatched the sheet back. It was one thing to be the predatory male in this scenario, but Sissy had turned it on him like she did with everyone else. Hands to yourself, Smith. I wont let you turn me into your sexual plaything.
Sissy laughed. Not yet you wont.
She might have a point.
Im hungry, he announced.
Ive got some more soup
Any more soup, and Ill start roaring. You know you hate that.
Are you implying you want some meat?
No. Im telling you I want some meat. Feed me.
Ill bring something up.
Actually Mitch sat up a bit. Id rather get up.
You sure?
He nodded.
Okay. Sissy walked across the room and grabbed the duffelbag hed brought with him to the hotel. She must have brought it with them when they left. Your sweatpants okay?
Perfect.
She walked to the bed and pulled out sweatpants and a T-shirt. Here.
Thanks.
He waited for her to leave, but she just stood there.
Yes?
Dont you need help getting dressed?
No. He made shooing motions with his left hand. He knew it was ridiculous, but he didnt want Sissy to see him as weak and needy.
Can you move your right arm yet?
Ill make do. Go away.
Fine. Suffer. She moved toward the door. Let me know when youre ready to come downstairs. Ill help you.
I can manage.
Fine, she said again. But if you fall, Im leaving you there until you learn a lesson.
Very nice.
Ill get food started. Itll take a bit, so dont rush.
He didnt think he could even if he wanted to.
By the time Mitch made it downstairs, Sissy was pulling the mac and cheese shed mixed the night before out of the oven. Shed made quite a few meals over the last three days in between checking on Mitch. She couldnt sleep well anyway, and she was afraid to sleep for long periods of time, should something happen. So Sissy did what she always did when she was stressing outshe cooked. She found it soothing, and she was pretty good at it. In the time it took Mitch to really wake up, shed completely filled both freezers with potential dinners. Whatever remained when she and Mitch left would feed her parents for a couple of months.
His long time getting ready gave her time to bake up the food and get her uncontrollable nipples in order. What exactly were they thinking anyway? Getting all hard and needy just because Mitch Shaw, of all people, had his face between her tits? She blamed them. Not herself. Damn nipples.
That smells good.
Sissy jumped a bit before turning around and helping Mitch into one of the table chairs. She felt his forehead as shed been doing over and over again for three damn days.
Am I okay, Mom?
Dont be a smart-ass.
Yup. You even sound like my mother. Mitch let out a sigh. Im worried about her. My mother.
Shes fine. And she knows youre fine.
She does?
Yeah. I called my Aunt Janette, and she called my other aunt, one of Daddys sistershe has sixin Alabama; she called my uncleone of my mommas brothersin North Carolina who called
