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A Simple Life: Chapter 215
🕑 Added 2025-04-16 18:53:44 +0000 UTCThe next morning I am the first awake. Roused by the golden light streaming through the window I find myself uncovered but wrapped up in the same little spoon position as where I’d fallen asleep. Against my back Winona’s chest slowly rises and falls and her soft breath washes across my neck, nestled between the cheeks of my sore tush her morning boner stood as hard as oak despite our marathon love-making session the night before. As the memories of that night filter back into my waking mind I close my eyes again and sigh a blissful sigh. I was getting married to the best woman on Earth. Thinking back to myself as a boy on this very bed I marvel at how his wildest fantasies had become my reality.
A clunk from above tells me that Grandpa was already up and moving around. A moment later I notice the thrum of the Bella’s big diesel engine and the subtle rock of cutting through waves. We were on the move. Not quickly, just by my ear I’d say that Bella was puttering along at one-third, but we were definitely in motion. And I know why once I glance at my phone and discover that it was already nearing noon. Given our plan was to be back at dock by sundown Grandpa had wisely chosen to get a start without us.
Shifting carefully so as not to disturb my snoozing fiance I slip from her arms and peek back at her. Seeing her face so peaceful and so beautiful I hadn’t the heart to wake her, even if one turgid bit of her was already up and at’em. I giggle as I shift and watch her big dick twitch as if missing the warm, snug, pillowy crevice where it had spent the night. With her snuggle partner gone Winona turns to her back, lets out a snore, then carries on in tranquil slumber.
I go to get the blankets to cover her when another twitch of her morning wood draws my attention back to it. It was soooo tempting. I knew Winona had cleaned up so there’d be no butt stuff on it and I knew that I had carte-blanche permission and it was already so late but…but…but…ahhhh, what the heck! We were only going to get engaged once.
As quiet as I cat I kneel at the edge of the mattress beside Winona. Ohhhhh so gingerly I wrap my hand around her thick, warm cock and lift it up off her tummy. What follows is the world’s stealthiest blowjob. With a tender touch and gentle suckles I begin to suck my baby off. I strain my eyes to the right to watch Winona slowly bob up and down the top three or four inches of her penis.
“Hmmmm.” She sighs and shifts under me as the pleasure builds.
I pause, wait for her to settle, then carry on my sneaky head. Three more times she stirs but each time I’m able to stop and let her calm without rousing her.
“Huhhh. Hmmmm. Ohhhh.” Soft moans escape her parted lips as she neared climax. Her noises brought such joy to me. Even if she never even realized what I’d done it just made me feel good to give her pleasure. That joy nearly brings tears to my eyes when she lets out another unconscious sigh. “Averrryyyy.” I knew she was asleep. I knew she wasn’t faking it. She wasn’t that good of an actor. And that meant these feelings were reaching into her very dreams where she connected those feelings to me. I didn’t know what the dream Winona and Avery were doing but I hoped they were as happy as we were. I watch ecstasy play out across her beautiful face and drink in her rising moans. When I knew the moment was upon me I pick up the pace just a little bit and suck harder. Soon her abs tighten, her cock throbs, and I am gulping down her salty, gooey load. “Ohhhhhhh!”
After eating up every last drop I lovingly suck her clean then gently lay her softening penis back down for its well earned rest. I pull the blanket over her, tuck her in, blow her a kiss, then rise from the bed. A few minutes later I am freshed up and in some jeans and a white t shirt as I trot up onto deck.
“Goooood mornin, Cap’n!” I say in a bright chipper tone as I spring up the steps to the helm.
“Well! Good morning, my boy!” Grandpa says, seamlessly sussing that I was in ‘boy mode’ by my voice and appearance. We hug and he slaps my pats my shoulder. “Sleep well?”
The gleeful twinkle in his blue eyes told me that, while he wasn’t going to be so crass as to say anything about it, he knew darn well what Winona and I had gotten up to last night. He would have had to have been deaf not to.
“Never b-better.”
“I bet.” He winks.
Peering out ahead I say. “Almost back to the m-main island.”
“I’ve been taking it slow.” After a rattly cough he wipes his mouth with a handkerchief he had gripped in his right hand. “Winnie’s seen this stretch. I wasn’t going to go past anything new for her.”
“You’re the b-best.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “I think yesterday was the best d-day of my whole life.”
“Awww.” He pats my cheek. “Believe it or not, Buttercup…” He looks up to Grandma. “…it only gets better from here.”
***
It turns out that Grandpa doesn’t even need to pause as Winona strolls up into the sun just as we were approaching the east side of Ehkolie. Grandpa ups the throttle and soon we are cruising along at full steam. Passing within a few hundred yards of the ferry coming in from the mainland I get Winona to toot our hello and they toot back again. It is a lovely morning. Needless to say Winona and I are in high spirits. When I whisper to her what I’d done that morning she quips. “I thought that was an awfully vivid dream!” We laugh and laugh.
As with the day before I am pointing out this feature and that as the growing mountains of the rising Ehkolie drifts along to the west. I point out some caverns, some cool birding spots then the valley that lead to some more ruins and the valley where Grandpa and I had seen the Spring fairy-slippers. Everything was as awesome as it ever was though it was hard for us to tear our eyes from each other.
The moment we had a solid signal again we just had to spread the good news. The first to hear it, as it had to be, were Winona’s parents. Holding her phone between us on speaker phone Winona is grinning from ear to ear.
“Win!” Her mother’s voice crackles through the speaker.
“Mom, we’ve got big…”
“You’re Dad tells me that you’re to blame?” Cher cuts in.
“I never said that!” Amos protests from the background. The next moment they were on speaker phone as well, not even realizing I was on there. “I just said that Brutus couldn’t spend a whole night alone.”
“He brought home your damn cat!”
“Just the garage.” Amos says. “He never came into the house.”
“I gotta go into that garage too sometimes. He knows how allergic I am.”
“He never came in!”
“And neither did you. Your dad spent most of the night out there with that fleaball.”
“He doesn’t have fleas! I couldn’t just leave him all by himself out at the shop, could I?”
“YES!”
Winona and I are stifling giggles as we listen to her parents bicker.
“What’s that noise?”
“Hello M-Ma’am.”
“Avery?” Cheryl says. “For the love of…has he been listening this whole time?”
“Uh huh.” Winona chuckles.
“Eyyyy!” Amos says. “How’s the cruise?”
“G-Good.” I smile. “R-Really good.”
“Saw some whales.” Winona says with an impish gleam in her eyes. “Saw some sights. Took a really cool hike. Found some ruins. Watched some movies. Asked Avery to marry me. Ya know, normal cruise stuff.”
We are sputtering with suppressed laughter as nothing but silence comes back.
After a long pause Cheryl exclaims. “What!?”
“Marry!?” Amos cries. “Winnie-bear?”
“It’s true, Pops. We’re engaged.”
“OHHHHH!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!” Amos’ mighty bellow nearly shakes the phone from Winona’s hand. The indecipherable muttering from her mom wasn’t nearly so celebratory but Amos couldn’t have been happier for us. In the end Cher has not choice but to accept her daughter’s choice of this poor ‘white boy’ and offers us her love and congratulations as well. As Grandpa had to Winona the night before the pair welcome me into their family. And that was pretty darn awesome.
From there the texts and phone calls start streaming in and out. Winona’s next call is Russell and I, at last, get to talk to the brother she loved so dearly. He is sweetest guy ever, just as she described him. After that she contacts her unci, Cain, and a bunch of other friends and relatives I’d never even heard of before. She even calls the player who played the infamous Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster.
I had fewer people to contact and a very definite order I wanted to them in. My first one is to Kayla. Together we squeal, we laugh, we reminisce and we cry. She was so happy for us and I was so grateful to her for bringing Winona into my life. We’d just stopped weeping when I asked her to be my best maid, which got us blubbering all over again. After that came Joshua. His call was the complete opposite of Kayla’s as, never being one to be expressive with his emotions, he just kinda grunted and congratulated me. Though his words were few I could hear the genuine feeling beneath them. After that was Briar, who actually called me. Thanks to Kayla the gossip of our engagement was already burning through the island. She was her usual amazing self and wished the pair of us nothing but joy. After Briar I shoot Brayden a text. He simply replies with a fist bump gif that makes me giggle. And then…I put my phone away. There is a pang of guilt when I think about informing my mother and yet I never make the call. I did not want her darkening this moment. Not today. My days of unconditional love were over. It was in the times of great joy and suffering when you learned who really mattered most.
As Winona was still on the phone I return to the cockpit to join Grandpa. He flashes me a glance and a grin before returning his eyes to the sea.
“He he he. Did you hear Winona’s p-parents?”
“I heard something.” He coughs and wipes his mouth. “Thought it was whale song.”
I giggle. “That was Amos! When we called he was in t-trouble with…” My words stop dead as Grandpa pulls the handkerchief from his lips and I catch a flash of bright crimson in his hand.
Grandpa looks at me. “You say Amos was in trouble?”
“G-G-Grandpa!” I gasp. Grabbing his wrist I pry his fingers open to reveal the blood soaked cloth they were hiding! It wasn’t just one little blotch either! The thing was nearly soaked through! I look at him. “Grandpa!?”
“Hm.” He shrugs with a guilty smile then tucks the hanky into his breast pocket. Looking back out over the glimmering waves he says softly. “It’s a fine day for a sail, don’tcha think?”
