Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

Jean Stevenson sat sipping champagne in the lounge aboard the luxurious private Lear jet that was speeding her over the ocean towards home. Home after three long years in South America three years of separation from her son three years away from all that was safe and familiar three years that had changed the course of her life.

Jean's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of her new husband who had moved from behind to kiss her openly on the mouth. She was surprised, slightly embarrassed, but pleased by Tom's open display of affection. It was a part of his nature that she still wasn't quite used to, this unashamed, uninhibited approach to the more intimate aspects of marriage. Still, it was only consistent with the radical difference between Tom and Dan, his brother and her first husband, who had been so cruelly taken from her only five months ago.

Jean had been completely devastated by her husband's sudden tragic death. In retrospect, it seemed almost predetermined that Tom should be there by her side when she received the horrible news. Dan had been piloting the company plane through the narrow pass at La Paz, Bolivia when a sudden control failure caused the fatal crash into the side of the mountain. Tom had taken care of everything, saving her from total disaster, and Jean was glad to be able to leave it all in his capable hands.

Although brothers, Tom and Dan Stevenson were at opposite ends of the spectrum of human nature, both physically and mentally, yet complimenting each other in every way. Dan had been the quiet, introspective type, while Tom was the outgoing extrovert. They were a natural team and as business partners worked together well enough to build a phenomenally successful copper import business in Bolivia in the space of three years. Dan had done most of the groundwork and operated behind the scenes, while Tom had secured the financial backing and handled sales.

The trip back to America in the private company plane was really something, she thought. And to think that when Tom, her new husband, had first proposed the idea of flying back home in the luxury of a private jet, she had been reluctant. The idea frightened her, after the terrible crash in which her husband was killed, but Tom had convinced her that she had to face up to the fact that what had happened was in the past and must be forgotten. He had been right. She felt warm and secure now, and blissfully happy with Tom by her side.

The dark-haired mother was anxious to see her son. After three years, she felt as though she could hardly wait another moment for the long awaited reunion. She was ready now, after the turmoil and confusion of the last few months, to face him, to be with him and to begin their whole new life.

What a glorious ending to what could have been a sorry tale, she reflected as she rather shyly returned her husband's kiss. There were only two other passengers aboard the private jet, an older couple, plus the crew, but Jean was not used to revealing her arousal to others. Still, she admitted with an inward smile, she had been in a constant state of arousal almost since the first time she and Tom had made love!

It was as though a whole new world, a world of sensuality, had been opened to her. In spite of her mild state of embarrassment, Jean felt herself getting turned on. "Tom! Please!" she said in a loud whisper, although the feel of his hand slipping beneath her tight fitting sweater secretly pleased her.

"Why not!" he said loudly. "We're married and I love you. I can feel your tits if I want to!" The couple sitting behind them looked up from their game of gin rummy to smile knowingly. Tom grinned wickedly when he saw that Jean was blushing, and to show off slid his hand up and let it rest on the full mound of her breast.

"You silly" she gasped, giggling. "Must you advertise the fact that we're newly-weds! Mr. and Mrs. Lawson can see!"

"Let 'em look do you think they've never seen two people in love before?" He slid his other hand under her sweater, chuckling as she vainly tried to remove it.

Jean saw the smiles of the Lawsons before they quickly resumed their game, and she had to laugh in spite of her vague embarrassment. Tom was so like a little boy at times so lighthearted and easy going. It was hard to believe that he and her first husband, Dan, had been brothers. Dan had always been kind and loving, a good husband, but the monotony of their sex life had never dawned on Jean until she had married Tom. Dan had been such a puritan about it, doing it only in the dark, and then only infrequently. But Tom made sex an adventure, a new thrill each time, and a deep expression of his love. He was her perfect lover, and he had brought new sexual life to her being. Now she enjoyed it, where before it had been just a ritual a duty.

Jean looked lovingly at her handsome, forty-year-old husband.

Tom had been widowed himself for ten years and Jean had been like a mother to his daughter Linda since the child was five years old. In fact, Linda and Jean's own thirteen-year-old son, Paul, had always been more like brother and sister than cousins. It had been a painful separation for everyone when Tom and Dan had started the copper import business, but it was imperative that they be in South America in order to establish a firm foundation of a business that would assure them financial stability for the rest of their lives. Tom had agreed with Dan and Jean that the children should be educated in the United States, and both the children, Paul and Linda, had elected to stay with their grandparents, rather than boarding at school.

Jean had always felt comfortable with Tom, and more important she respected and cared for him deeply. Yet, during the years she spent with him before Dan's death, she hadn't looked upon him as a romantic interest. He was a good, strong, smart, reliable friend, and it had come as a complete surprise when Tom had suddenly proposed marriage to her only a few months following her husband's death. It was too soon, she told herself. The children should know, be in on such an important decision as this was. But here she was, happier than she had ever been in her life, married to her former brother-in-law.

Tom Stevenson had always been a little in love with Jean, ever since his brother Dan had brought her home from college so many years ago. Tom had, since that first meeting with Jean, an incurable desire to strip that fine, ripe body of hers naked to kiss her full, passionately trembling mouth and breasts and her sensuously curved hips and flat stomach and the warmly perfumed layers of her cunt up between those long, lusciously tapered legs. He had never done anything about that desire because of his brother he wasn't that much of a bastard, he always told himself; but after Dan's death he had been there when she needed him and they fell in love.

Jean was still as strikingly beautiful at thirty-five as she was at eighteen. The years had been more kind to her firm, full body and her uptilted breasts and shapely legs were as exciting as ever.

Tom suddenly removed his hands from beneath his wife's sweater and got up from the wide, comfortable lounge chair to move towards the center of the small cabin. With a devilish grin he unlatched the sliding partition that separated the cabin into two staterooms, and begging the Lawsons' pardon, closed off the front section.

"There!" he announced to his stunned bride, closing the latch on the sliding door winking lewdly.

Before Jean fully realized what was happening, he had lowered the back of the seat, converting the lounge chair into a narrow bed. "Tom! What in the world are you doing?" she asked in wide-eyed surprise.

"I'm getting ready so you and I can fuck in the sky 37,000 feet over the Atlantic ocean." He replied, lifting her gently from the seat to press her voluptuous body next to his and kiss her passionately, his tongue exploring the inner softness of her mouth. His rigid cock pressed into the softness of her pubic mound as he kissed her while his hands continued to caress and delight her heated youthful body. A few months ago, Jean would have shrunk from such brazen sexuality, but now she surrendered completely, inviting more. However, she was still not able to experience all this without blushing. She had seemed almost virginal to him on their wedding night, but the beautiful, mature woman who was hungrily returning his kiss was now the full embodiment of a ripe, eager and capable sex partner.