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Super S Anime Podcast
That's Some Good Boils

Super S Anime Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 12, 2025 128:13


Welcome, welcome! Lots of transitions in this episode... new music, new recording set up... lots of dumb shit from Spotify since they can't pay people money when owed or some shit.As for anime we talk about Black Butler, because Linsday hates Dustin. Sword of the Demon Hunter: Kijin Gentosho, The Unaware Atelier Meister and Please Put Them On, Takamine-san.

Going Dutch
Rising Above The Storm With Lindsay Taylor -Soul Soldier-

Going Dutch

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2025 30:16


The podcast episode features Linsday Taylor, a licensed therapist and founder of Soul Soldier Speaks, who shares her jouney of turning personal loss into a mission to support those struggling with suicide, addiction and grief.  She discusses her work at the Hope Institute, a specialized center for suicide treatments using evidence-based therapies like CAMS and DBT.  Lindsay's passion stems from her own experiences with loss, including the passing of her son, and she emphasizes the importance of finding purpose in pain, bringing hope to others in their darkest moments.   She also introduces her upcoming book, The Rise of a Soul Soldier, and talks about her new ventures, including a course called The Peaceful Mother and colunteer work in prisons.  Lindsay highlihgts the distinction between control and influence in parenting, advocating for love, grace and self-regulation as key factors in supporting children facing mental health struggles.  She closes by sharing her belief that healing as individuals and parents has a generational impact, reinforcing her dedication to helping others rise from their struggles.  Linsday Taylor is a licensed therapist, speaker, author and podcaster dedicated to transforming pain into purpose.  Specializing in grief, suicide prevention, addiction recovery and parent support, she brings over a decade of experience guiding individuals and families through life's toughest battles.  After losing her 17-year-old son to fentanyl, Linsday turned her grief into a mission hope.  Through her podcast Sould Soldier Speaks, her book, The Rise of a Soul Soldier, and advocacy she empowers others to heal and build the life they desire.  A mother of four, she believes healing is a movement- one that starts within and ripples into families and communities.  Lindsay reminds every wounded warrior that their life is a miracle bringing love and light to life's battlefield.  Together, we rise.   Website:  https://soulsoldier.b12sites.com/ Solcial Media: Ig @_soul_soldier Soul Soldier Speaks Podcast on Spotify, apple podcast-and youtube-https://www.youtube.com/@soulsoldierspeaks

Reality Mums
Kim, where are your organs?

Reality Mums

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 16, 2025 34:33


This week we saw the return of Summer House, where Linsday made the world's longest pregnancy announcement. We can't wait to see how everything plays out with her and Karl living under one roof.We also chat about The Kardashians, their unrealistic body shapes and documentary style show.Let us know your thoughts.

The Pour Decisions Podcast
The Pod is Alive in 2025!

The Pour Decisions Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 3, 2025 43:25


It's been a minute, but the girls on back on the mic for a brand new season! In this season premier episode, Linsday, Asha and Marcy reflect on the highs and lows of 2024 and explain their extended hiatus. Thank you for listening! Please follow, rate and review our podcast. And follow us on Instagram: @thepourdecisions.podcastContact us via email at: thepourdecisions.podcast.lam@gmail.comxo LAM

City Cast Madison
What Went Wrong at Robinia Courtyard?

City Cast Madison

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 5, 2024 27:28


Robinia Courtyard has been a staple of the East Washington corridor since it opened on the 800 block in 2015. It's gone through many iterations since joining the scene but most recently consisted of Black Locust Café, Madison Tap, and Jardin. The outdoor space was a hub for community events and one of the few spots in Madison that still served a late-night crowd. That is, until the restaurant group closed its doors this year. Cap Times food editor Lindsay Christians dug into what happened that led to Robinia's demise and what's (potentially) next for the spot. Host Bianca Martin talked to Linsday about her reporting.  Join us every Thursday as we explore Madison's food culture, from the brewers and bakers to the chefs and cheesemakers. Wanna talk to us about an episode? Leave us a voicemail at 608-318-3367 or email madison@citycast.fm. We're also on Instagram!  Want more Madison news delivered right to your inbox? Subscribe to the Madison Minutes morning newsletter.  Looking to advertise on City Cast Madison? Check out our options for podcast ads. Learn more about the sponsors of this September 5th episode here: NerdStreet Benjamin F. Edwards & Company Madison Public Library Babbel Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Everbros: Agency Growth Podcast
How to Learn and Package SEO Services (ft. Lindsay Halsey w/ Pathfinder SEO) | Episode 118

Everbros: Agency Growth Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 30, 2024 89:06


We're joined by Lindsay Halsey of Pathfinder SEO. Lindsay also owns her own SEO and PPC agency with her partner, Lori Calcott, called Webshine.Pathfinder SEO is a tool developed by Lindsay and Lori, to not only use in their own agency, but also help other agency owners learn the fundamentals of SEO as well as create standardized SEO processes and procedural SEO documentation.SEO is one of the hardest things to productize, package, and scale as an agency especially if you're not a niche agency.Lindsay gives us tips on how to package and productize SEO services so you can increase your recurring revenue, close more web design projects, and build long-term relationships with your customers.You can reach out to Linsday directly at lindsay@pathfinderseo.com and at lindsday@webshine.com.----------------------------------Our recommended agency tools:everbrospodcast.com/recommended-tools/----------------------------------⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐As always, if you enjoyed this episode or this podcast in general and want to leave us a review or rating, head over to Apple and let us know what you like! It helps us get found and motivates us to keep producing this free content.----------------------------------Want to connect with us? Reach out to us on the everbrospodcast.com website, follow us on YouTube, or connect with Jake on socials:YouTube: @everbrosTwitter/X: @HundleyJakeLinkedIn: linkedin.com/in/jake-hundley/Facebook: facebook.com/jake.hundley.1Instagram: instagram.com/jakehundley/Reddit: u/JakeHundleyTikTok: @jakehundley

The G Word
Sarah Wynn, Emma Baple, Lindsay Pearse and Naimah Callachand: How has a groundbreaking genomic discovery impacted thousands worldwide?

The G Word

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2024 38:08


In this episode, we delve into the impact of the new groundbreaking research uncovering the RNU4-2 genetic variant linked to neurodevelopmental conditions. The discovery, made possible through whole genome sequencing, highlights a genetic change in the RNU4-2 gene that affects about 1 in 200 undiagnosed children with neurodevelopmental conditions, making it more prevalent than previously thought. This discovery represents one of the most common single-gene genetic causes of such conditions. Our host, Naimah Callachand, Head of Product Engagement and Growth at Genomics England, is joined by Lindsay Pearse who shares her journey through the diagnosis of her son Lars. They are also joined by Sarah Wynn, CEO of Unique, and Emma Baple, Clinical Genetics Doctor and Professor of Genomic Medicine in the University of Exeter and the Medical Director of the Southwest NHS Genomic Laboratory Hub. We also hear from the 2 research groups who independently discovered the findings: Dr Andrew Mumford, Professor of Haematology at the University of Bristol Link to the research paper: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41591-024-03085-5  Assistant Professor Nicky Whiffin, Big Data Institute and Centre for Human Genetics at the University of Oxford Link to the research paper: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41586-024-07773-7 To access resources mentioned in this podcast:  Unique provides support, information and networking to families affected by rare chromosome and gene disorders - for more information and support please visit the website. Connect with other parents of children carrying a variation in RNU4-2 on the Facebook group.   "I think one of the things we really hope will come out of diagnoses like this is that we will then be able to build up more of that picture about how families are affected. So, that we can give families more information about not only how their child is affected but how they might be affected in the future."   You can read the transcript below or download it here: https://www.genomicsengland.co.uk/assets/documents/Podcast-transcripts/How-has-a-groundbreaking-genomic-discovery-impacted-thousands-worldwide.docx  Naimah: Welcome to Behind the Genes. Lindsay: So, this feeling that like we've been on this deserted island for eight years and now all of a sudden, you're sort of looking around through the branches of the trees. It's like, wait a minute, there are other people on this island and in this case actually there's a lot more people on this island. Yeah, it's very exciting, it's validating. It gives us a lot of hope and, you know, it has been quite emotional too and also a bit of an identity shift. Being undiagnosed had become quite a big part of our identity, and so now that's kind of shifting a little bit that we have this new diagnosis and are part of a new community. Naimah: My name is Naimah Callachand and I'm Head of Product Engagement and Growth at Genomics England. On today's episode, I'm joined by Lindsay Pearse whose son Lars recently received a genetic diagnosis, made possible by research using data from the National Genomic Research Library, Sarah Wynn CEO of Unique, and Emma Baple, a clinical genetics doctor. Today we'll be discussing the impact of recent research findings which have found a genetic change in the non-coding RNU4-2 gene, to be linked to neurodevelopmental conditions. If you enjoy today's episode, we'd love your support. Please like, share and rate us on wherever you listen to your podcasts. Naimah: And first of all, I would like everyone to introduce themselves. So, Lindsay, maybe if we could come to you first. Lindsay: Great, thank you. So, thank you for having me. I'm Lindsay Pearse, I live outside of Washington DC and I'm a mum to 3 boys. My oldest son Lars who is 8, he was recently diagnosed with the de novo variant in the RNU4-2 gene. Naimah: Thank you. And Emma? Emma: My name is Emma Baple. I'm a Clinical Genetics Doctor which means I look after children and adults with genetic conditions. I'm also a Professor of Genomic Medicine in the University of Exeter and the Medical Director of the Southwest NHS Genomic Laboratory Hub. Naimah: And Sarah? Sarah: Hi, thank you for having me. I'm Sarah Wynn, I'm the CEO of a patient organisation called Unique, and we provide support and information to all those affected by rare genetic conditions. Naimah: Great, thank you. It's so great to have you all here today. So, first of all Lindsay, I wonder if we could come to you. So, you mentioned in your introduction your son Lars has recently been diagnosed with the de novo variant. I wondered if you could tell us a bit about your story, and what it's been like up until the diagnosis. Lindsay: Sure, yeah. So, Lars is, he's a wonderful 8 year-old boy. With his condition, his main symptoms he experiences global developmental delays, he's non-verbal. He's had hypertonia pretty much since birth and wears AFO's to support his walking. He has a feeding disorder and is fed by a G-Tube. Cortical vision impairments, a history of seizures and slow growth, amongst other things. So, that's just a bit of a picture of what he deals with day to day. But he's my oldest child, so first baby. When I was pregnant, we were given an IUGR diagnosis. He was breech, he had a hernia soon after birth, wouldn't breastfeed. But all of these things aren't terribly uncommon, you know. But once he was about 3 or 4 months old, we noticed that he wasn't really able to push up like he should, and we were put in touch with early intervention services for an assessment. So, we went ahead and did that when he was about 4 or 5 months old. And as parents, we could just kind of tell that something was off from the assessors. And, you know, they were very gentle with us, but we could just get that sense that okay, something is off, and they're worried here. So, that kind of kickstarted me into making appointments left, right and centre with specialists. The first specialist that we saw was a neurologist. And yeah, again, that's another appointment that I'll never forget. She referred us to genetics and to get an MRI and some lab work but at the end of the appointment, she said to us, ‘Just remember to love your child.' And, you know, that was quite shocking to us at the time because it wasn't something that had ever crossed our mind that we wouldn't do or felt like we needed to be told to do this. But on the other hand, it certainly set off a lot of worry and anxiety of okay, well, what exactly are we dealing with here? So, fast forward, we saw genetics and that was about when Lars was about 8 months old. We went through a variety of genetic testing, a chromosomal micro-array, a single gene testing, then the whole exome testing. Everything came back negative, but it was explained to us that what was going on was likely an overarching genetic diagnosis that would explain his like, multi-system symptoms. And so meanwhile as he was getting older his global delays were becoming more pronounced and we were also in and out of the hospital a lot at this time. At first, he was in day care and, you know, any sort of cold virus would always turn into like a pneumonia for him. So, we were just in and out of hospital seeing a myriad of specialists, trying to put together this puzzle of what's going on and it was really hard to accept that nobody could figure it out. That was just, you know, sort of mind-blowing to us I guess. So, we applied for and were accepted into the Undiagnosed Diseases Programme at the National Institute of Health over here. The NIH as it's commonly referred to. So, we first went there when Lars was 2. He was one of their youngest patients at the time. But that was a really great experience for us because we felt like they were looking at him holistically and across a bunch of all of his systems, and not just seeing a specialist for sort of each system. So, we really appreciated that. We also did the whole genome sequencing through this research study. Although that also came back negative and so at that point, we were told to kind of keep following up symptomatically. Keep seeing the specialists and eventually maybe one day we'll find an overarching diagnosis, but that science just hadn't quite caught up to Lars. It was hard for me again to believe that and to sort of wrap my head around that. But certainly, it was an education from all of the doctors and geneticists and everyone we saw at NIH, to realise like how far there still was to go in terms of genetic research. How it wasn't also that uncommon to be undiagnosed in the rare disease community. I would say that being undiagnosed sort of became part of our identity. And it's, you know, it was something that, you know, you had to explain to like insurance companies and to his school, and it became part of our advocacy around him. Because without being able to say oh, it's this specific thing and if it was someone who hadn't met Lars before, trying to explain to them that, you know, yeah, within the range of this community you can be undiagnosed, and they just haven't found it yet, but I promise you there is something going on here. And I'd say the other thing too without a diagnosis you have no prognosis, right? And so, trying to figure out what the future would look like. Also, family planning. We waited 5 and a half years before we had another child and, you know, it was certainly an anxiety ridden decision. Ultimately after seeing as many specialists as we possibly could, we still were left with the same answer of well, we just don't really know if it will happen again. So, that was a big decision to make. But again, it just kind of became part of our identity and something that you did eventually accept. But I would say in my experience I feel like the acceptance part also of Lars' disabilities perhaps took me a little bit longer. Because again, I didn't have a prognosis, so I didn't exactly know what we were dealing with. Only as he has become older and, you know, you're sort of getting a better sense of what his abilities might be than being able to understand, okay, this is what I'm dealing with. I need to accept that and do what I can to care for him and our family in the best way that we can. Naimah: Thanks so much for sharing that, Lindsay. I feel like you've touched on a lot of really, you know, a lot of complications and difficulties for your family. Especially, you know, with regards to keeping hopeful and things about the prognosis as well, I'm sure it was really difficult. You've mentioned that Lars was able to be diagnosed recently due to recent research efforts. So, Sarah, I wonder if you can tell us a bit more about these and what the findings have meant for patients with neurodevelopmental conditions. Sarah: Yes. So, I think we know that there are lots of families that are in Lindsay and Lars' position where they know that there is almost certainly an underlying genetic condition, and it just hasn't been found yet. And so, I think we know that lots of researchers are working really hard to try and find those causes. I think over time we know that as time goes on and research goes on, we'll find more of these new genetic causes for neurodevelopmental conditions. I think particularly as we start to look at regions of the genome that we haven't looked at so much so far. But I think one of the things that's really extraordinary about this one is that actually it turns out to be much more common than we might have expected, for one of these new conditions that we haven't found before. But I think it's about one in 200 of those undiagnosed children with neurodevelopmental conditions, have this diagnosis so that's not a small number. That's not a rare finding at all actually, that's much more common than we could ever have anticipated. But I think one of the things that we do know is that as we look further and deeper into that genomic sequence, so, we've started off looking at the bits of the sequence that are genes that code for proteins. This changes in a gene that actually doesn't code for protein, so it's less obvious that it would be important but clearly it is important in development because we know when it has a spelling mistake in it, it causes this neurodevelopmental condition. But there will be as researchers look more and more at these kinds of genes, and also the other part of the genome that is not genes at all, we'll find out more and more the underlying genetic causes of these neurodevelopmental conditions. I think it's also really important to stress why this is so important to find these genetic changes and it's because families really need a diagnosis. Lindsay talked quite eloquently and a lot about that knowing something was off and really wanting to know the reason why. Getting these diagnoses might change care management or treatment, but actually really importantly it just gives an answer to families who have often been looking for an answer for a really long time. Naimah: I just wanted to go back to the point that Sarah made that actually this genetic change is relatively common. Emma, I wondered if you could tell us a bit more about maybe why it took us so long to discover it? Emma: That's an interesting question actually. I suppose the sort of slightly simplified answer to that question is we haven't been able to sequence the whole of a person's genetic information for that long. And so, children like Lars would have had, as Lindsay described lots and lots of genetic tests up until they had a whole genome sequencing which is what Sarah was talking about. The types of tests that we had up until the whole genome sequencing wouldn't have allowed us to look at that bit of the genetic code where this RNU4-2 gene can be found. So, we can only really find that using whole genome sequencing. So, before that existed, we wouldn't have been able to find this cause of developmental condition. Naimah: Okay, thanks Emma. Naimah: Now we're going to hear from one of the two research groups who are responsible for these research findings. First of all, let's hear from Nicky Whiffin. (Clip - Nicky Whiffin) Naimah: How were the findings possible using the Genomics England dataset? Nicky: So, most previous studies have only looked at genetic variants that, in genes that make proteins, but only a subset of our genes actually do makes proteins. The Genomics England dataset we have sequencing information on the entire genome, not just on these protein coding genes and that means we can also look at variants in other genes. So, those that make molecules other than proteins. And RNU4-2 for example, makes an RNA molecule. Naimah: These findings translated to direct patient benefit for patients like Lars who were able to receive support from Unique. How does this demonstrate the value of the dataset? Nicky: Yes. So, it was incredible that we could find so many patients with RNU4-2 variants so quickly. This was enabled by access to Genomics England data but also to other large sequencing datasets around the world. So, we worked with people in the US, in Australia and also in mainland Europe. These large datasets enabled us to spot consistent patterns in the data and by looking across multiple datasets we can also make sure that our findings are robust. When we realised how significant this was and how many families would be impacted, we very quickly contacted Sarah at Unique to see if we could direct patients to them for support. (End of clip) Emma: There's one thing I wanted to raise. It's important to recognise the way that was discovered was through the National Genomic Research Library that Genomics England hosts. To highlight the value of that, and the value of having this centralised resource where families have been kind enough really to allow their data to be shared with some limited clinical information that allowed these researchers to be able to pull this out. And I think it highlights the power of the National Health Service in that we were able to create such a resource. It's really quite astounding that we've found such a common cause of a rare genetic condition, and it wouldn't have happened in the same timescale or in this way without that resource. And then to just say that as Sarah talked about the fact that we've been able to get that information out there, also the researchers were able to get out there and contact the NIH and all of these other programmes worldwide. In Australia, America, everywhere in the world and quickly identify new patients who had this condition and get those diagnoses out really rapidly to people. But all that came from that power of sharing data and being able to have that all in one place and making it accessible to very clever people who could do this work and find these answers. It's so important for families like Lindsay's, and all the families in England and around the world that have got these answers. So, I guess it's a big plug for the value of data sharing and having a secure place where people feel that it's trusted and safe, that enables these diagnoses to be made. Lindsay: If I could just echo that, we're so grateful that that exists in the UK. Just acknowledging like the privilege here that we have had to be able to, I mean for our family in the US, that we've been able to, you know, get ourselves into the NIH study and into the study at Children's National. That takes a lot of work. I feel like not everybody has that opportunity to be able to spend the time to do these applications and to go to all the appointments and get the testing done and have the insurance to cover it. So, very grateful that the system exists in a way in the UK that made this sort of research possible. I just hope that that can be replicated in other places, and also to what Emma was saying earlier, come up with a lower cost test as well for this to further the growth of the community and of course then the corresponding research. Sarah: I think firstly we have to sort of thank all of those families that took part and do share their data, because I think it's not always clear why you might want to do that as a family. I think this is really a powerful example of the benefit of that. I also think the data sharing goes one stage further. So, it's partly about getting the diagnosis, but the data sharing going forward about how this condition impacts families, both clinically and sort of day to day lived experience, is how we'll be able to learn more about these conditions. And so, when families get this diagnosis next week or next year, not only will they get a diagnosis, but they'll get a really good idea about what the condition is and how it might impact their child. Naimah: And Lindsay, coming back to you. So, we've talked about, you know, what it meant for your family before the diagnosis, but what has it meant to have a diagnosis and how did you feel? And what happened whenever you received the diagnosis? Lindsay: Sure. Lars was again part of the NIH Undiagnosed Diseases Research study. So, once you attend this programme and if you are not diagnosed like at the end of your stay, they keep your details on file and you're part of this database at the NIH Undiagnosed Diseases Programme. So, if you're undiagnosed after your sort of week-long work up, your samples stay within the research programme. We were also part of a research programme at Children's National Medical Centre, the Rare Disease Institute. So, our samples were sort of on file there in their database as well. And so, at the end of March I was really quite shocked to receive a call from our long time and trusted geneticist at Children's National that they had found a diagnosis. It was quite emotional. I really kind of didn't believe it. I just kept asking, you know, ‘Are you sure? Is this it?' you know, ‘How confident are we?' Because I think in my head, I sort of always thought that we would eventually find a diagnosis, but I thought that Lars would be, you know, a 30- or 40-year-old adult. I thought it would be decades from now. Like I felt like for whatever reason we had to wait decades for the science to sort of catch up to him. So, we were very, very grateful. It felt very validating, I guess. I had always kind of had this intuition feeling that we were sort of missing something and it's more that the science just hadn't quite caught up yet. But, you know, it was validating to know that okay, Lars is not the only person in the entire world with this, it is something that is relatively common in fact within the rare disease community. That is also very exciting to me personally because I'm hopeful that that will lead more researchers to be interesting in this, given how, quote on quote, common it is. I've sort of been describing it as like a mass diagnosis event but also more so this feeling that like we've been on this deserted island for eight years and now all of a sudden, you're sort of like looking around through the branches of the trees. It's like, wait a minute, there are other people on this island ad in this case, there's actually a lot more people on this island. Yeah, it's very exciting, it's validating. It gives us a lot of hope. And, you know, it has been quite emotional too and also a bit of an identity shift. Because I spoke earlier about how like being undiagnosed had become quite a big part of our identity. So, now that's kind of shifting a little bit that we have this new diagnosis and are part of a new community. But yeah, we're just very grateful that the research had continued. And, you know, I think sometimes you sort of have this feeling of okay, our files are up on a shelf somewhere, you know, collecting dust and are people really looking at them? And actually, it turns out that the research was ongoing and yeah, we're just very grateful for that. Naimah: Thanks so much for sharing, Lindsay. It sounds like it's been a real rollercoaster of emotions for your family and I'm glad to hear that, you know, you've got some hope now that you've got a diagnosis as well. So, moving onto the next question. Emma, I wanted to ask you then, how will these findings improve clinical diagnostic services for those for neurodevelopmental conditions? Emma: So, you asked me earlier about why it had taken so long to find this particular cause of neurodevelopmental condition, and I gave you a relatively simple answer. The reality is one of the other reasons is that almost eight out of ten children and adults who have RNU4-2 related neurodevelopmental condition have exactly the same single letter spelling change in that gene. So, actually that in itself means that when researchers are looking at that information, they might think that it's actually a mistake. Because we know that when we sequence genetic information, we can see mistakes in that sequencing information that are just because the machine has, and the way that we process that data, it's not perfect. So, sometimes we find these little mistakes and they're not actually the cause of a person's problems, they're just what we call an artefact or an issue with the way that that happens. So, that is part of the reason for why it was tricky for us to know whether this was, or rather the researchers to know whether this was or was not the cause of this particular condition. But that in itself is quite helpful when we think about how we might identify more people who have this going forwards. Because unlike in Lars' case where we didn't know what the cause was and so we were still searching, and we didn't know where to look in the billions of letters that make up the genetic code to find that answer, we now know that this is really very common. It's unbelievably common. I think we didn't think we would be finding a cause of a rare genetic condition that was this commonly occurring at this stage. But the fact that it's just a single, it's commonly this one single change in the gene means that we can set up pretty cheap diagnostic testing. Which means that if you were somewhere where you wouldn't necessarily have access to whole genome sequencing, or a more comprehensive testing in that way, we could still be able to pick up this condition. And it's common enough that even if you didn't necessarily recognise that a person had it, you could still have this as part of your diagnostic tool kit for patients who have a neurodevelopmental condition. It's common enough that just doing a very simple test that could be done in any diagnostic lab anywhere in the world, you would be able to identify the majority of people who have this. Naimah: Now let's hear from the other research group who are responsible for these findings. Here is Dr Andrew Mumford. (Clip - Dr Andrew Mumford) Naimah: Why are these research findings significant? Andrew: It offers genetic diagnosis not just for a handful of families but potentially for many hundreds of families, who we all know have been searching often for many, many years for a genetic diagnosis. But actually, there are other gains from understanding how this gene causes neurodevelopmental disorder. We know that there's GRNU4-2 in codes, not a protein actually, but a small nuclear RNA which is unusual for rare, inherited disorders. It's a component of a very complicated molecule called the spliceosome which in turn regulates how thousands of other genes are regulated, how they're made into proteins. So, fundamentally this discovery tells us a lot about the biology of how the spliceosome works. We already know that some other components of the spliceosome can go wrong, and result in diseases like neurodevelopmental disorders. This gives us an extra insight and actually opens the door to, I hope, a whole load of more discoveries of genetic diagnosis possible from other components of this complicated molecule. Naimah: Your research group used a mathematical modelling approach. Can you tell me a bit about this, and what this means for other rare conditions, Andrew? Andrew: So, identifying relationships between changes in individual genes and different kinds of rare, inherited disease is notoriously difficult because of the volume of data that's involved and the need to be absolutely certain that observed genetic changes are actually the cause of different rare, inherited disease. So, applying statistics to that kind of problem isn't new. But what my collaboration group have achieved here, is to develop, actually developed some years ago a completely new approach to applying statistics to genetic data. We call that BeviMed and we've been working for many years on the genes in code that make individual proteins. Most rare disorders are caused by genetic changes in genes that make proteins. What this discovery comes from is actually we've applied the BeviMed statistical technique to genes that don't make proteins, they're non-coding genes. For example, genes that make small nuclear RNA, it's just like RNU4-2. What's unusual about the BeviMed approach is that it's very sensitive to detecting links between genetic changes and rare diseases, and it can detect statistical associations really driven by very, very small numbers of families. So, we apply it to datasets like the 100,00 Genomes dataset and identify associations using statistics that have got a very high probability of association. Other members of the team then seek to corroborate that finding by looking at if we can see the association in other datasets, and we certainly achieve that with RNU4-2. But also, assessing biological plausibility by investigating what we understand already about in this case, a small nuclear RNA, and how it can possibly result in a disease. And we normally try and employ other independent evidence such as experimental investigation. Or going back to our families and asking for additional data to help really test this sort of theory that changes in this particular gene have resulted in a problem with neurodevelopment. (End of clip) Naimah: Emma, are there any other ways that we can identify these conditions based on their clinical presentation? Emma: So, Lindsay and I were talking with you just yesterday, wasn't it? And I asked Lindsay about what sorts of things Lars had in common with other children and adults who have been diagnosed with this condition? I actually think Lindsay probably gives a better summary than I would, so I might ask you to maybe repeat what you said to me yesterday. But the bit of it that really stood out to me was when you said to us that a lot of parents have said, ‘I'm not sure how we weren't all put together in the first place because you notice so many things that were in common.' So, maybe if you can give that summary and then I can translate that back into medical terms, if that's okay Lindsay. Lindsay: Sure, of course. Yeah, it been again, kind of mind blowing, some of the similarities. Especially as we've exchanged pictures and such, and baby pictures especially where some of the children like look like siblings. So, definitely some similarities in facial features, you know, everyone seems to experience some of the slow growth, so a short stature or quite skinny. There's feeding issues also that seem to be quite common. Also, you know, things like the global developmental delays, that's certainly across the board and histories of seizures, that's also quite common. Some people have experienced also some, like, bone density issues, that's not something that we've experienced so far, but that also seems to be quite common. But then also, behaviourally, there's a lot of similarities which has been, I think, quite exciting to a lot of us because you've always thought okay, so this is just my child. And of course, some of that is true but it's also interesting to find out some of these other things that are, you know, are quite similar. So, a lot of people have mentioned their child having, like, an interesting sense of humour. Kind of like a very slapstick sense of humour which is quite interesting. Or everyone seems to love water, everybody loves swimming pools and bathtime, and all of that. Lars loves a windy day. Something about the wind, he just loves it and plane noises and things like that have also come up with other people. So, yeah, it's been really interesting and cool to see. Emma: So, I guess Lindsay's sort of very beautifully summed up what is written in the research publication. So, there's only two research publications so far on this condition, it's all really new. And I am definitely not claim to be a clinical expert on this condition, and I don't think there are any yet. It will take people time to see lots of children and adults who have this particular condition. But ultimately what Lindsay summarised was the common clinical features that have been described by parents. In my job as a clinical genetics doctor, part of what we look at is a person's appearance. So, Lindsay described the photographs of children particularly when they were little, looked very similar. In the photographs that I've seen, I would agree with that. And so obviously those children look like their mum and dad, but they have other features that are in common. They have a characteristic appearance and that helps doctors like me to have an idea as to whether a child or an adult might have a particular condition. Then put together with the sorts of information that Lindsay gave us around the low tone, so being a little bit floppier particularly when they're little. The slow growth and growth problems, problems with eating, also with seizures. Those are all common things that were pulled out of both of the two research publications on this condition and putting that all together into one picture helps doctors to have an idea whether somebody may have a particular condition. That would help us in this case to potentially request that simple test I was talking about, if maybe we were practicing in a part of the world where we wouldn't have the resources that we thankfully do have in the United Kingdom, and in the USA. Naimah: So, Sarah, just coming to you next. How does this research spread awareness and help other patients with these conditions? Sarah: So, I think one of the things that's been really great about research now is that we are able to, you know, social media and things like that mean that we can spread this information really quickly across the world basically. I think what that does is that as well as helping bring people together that they've got this diagnosis, what it does is I think it provides hope for all of those people that Lindsay was talking about at the beginning who don't have a diagnosis. So, that piece around people are still looking, the researchers are working hard and that even if you don't have a diagnosis today you might get one in the future. Lindsay talked about your sample being dusty and not being looked at. I think it gives lots of families, not just those that get this diagnosis but all of those that haven't got a diagnosis, hope, that hopefully in the future they will get a diagnosis. I think one of the things we really hope will come out of diagnoses like this is that we will then be able to build up more of that picture about how families are affected. So, that we can give families more information about not only how their child is affected but how they might be affected in the future. That prognosis information that Linsday said is really missing when you don't have a diagnosis. And I think the other thing that hopefully is the next stage in this journey with this discovery is that those two science publications that Emma talked about, what we will want to do here at Unique working with the researchers and those families that have got a diagnosis, is to produce a patient family friendly information leaflet about this condition. One of the things we know is really important about those patient leaflets is including the photos. Because as both Emma and Lindsay have said that idea that they have facial features in common. And so, if you look at a leaflet and you can recognise your child in it, and you can see others that look like it, that can be a really sort of quite heartwarming experience in what often is a lonely experience with a rare condition. Naimah: And I think kind of on that point about it being a lonely experience, I wondered Lindsay if you could talk a bit more if this research has allowed you to connect with other parents and families who have received a diagnosis, and what impact that's had on your family? Lindsay: Yeah. I mean, and I think everything that Sarah has said was spot on. It's wonderful to have resources like Unique to connect families and have those diagnoses on the platform, so other clinicians can look for it and sort of grow this group. I think that has definitely been the highlight of getting this diagnosis at this stage, right. Because there's not much more you can do with it, with someone so brand new so being able to connect with the other families has been wonderful. One amazing mum who with this diagnosis set up a Facebook group, RNU4-2 Family Connect. And, you know, it's just been amazing to see people from all over the world joining this as they receive this diagnosis, you know, sharing their stories. We've spent countless hours on the weekends over the past couple of months on Zoom calls with total strangers, but just you find that you can just talk for hours and hours because you have so much in common. It's great to see what has worked well for other families and, you know, what has not worked. Sharing resources, just kind of all learning together. Also seeing the spectrum of this diagnosis, I think most genetic disorders have a spectrum and this seems to be the same here. So, that's been very interesting. And of course, our son is 8, Lars is 8. There's now a 33-year-old and a 29-year-old in the Facebook group. Speaking for me personally it's just amazing to see them and like it's very cool to see where they're at. That sort of helps you answer some of those questions about that before were quite unknown when you were thinking about the future. Obviously, everybody's development whether you have a genetic disorder or not, it is going to be what it's going to be, and everybody is going to do their own thing. But being able to see what a path might look like is just so helpful. And, you know, we all want community and connection, and so this has been really, really great to have that now. Sarah: I don't think there's much more that I can add because Lindsay articulated so well. But it's really heartwarming for us to hear the benefits of those connections because that's really why Unique and other support groups exist. Is to provide, partly to provide information, but I think predominantly to put families in touch with other families so that they can find a new home and connect and share experiences. And, you know, stop feeling as alone as they might have done before. Naimah: Okay, we'll wrap up there. Thank you to our guests, Lindsay Pearce, Sarah Wynn and Emma Baple for joining me today as we discussed the research findings which found a genetic change in the RNU4-2 gene which has been linked to neurodevelopmental conditions. If you'd like to hear more like this, please subscribe to Behind the Genes on your favourite podcast app. Thank you for listening. I've been your host and producer, Naimah Callachand, and this podcast was edited by Bill Griffin of Ventoux Digital.

Bonded by Bravo with Amy & Jenna
Bonded by Bravo: LINSDAY ANNOUNCED! Jenna's First Casa Amor and more Love Island recaps! Plus Hot or Not?

Bonded by Bravo with Amy & Jenna

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 12, 2024 71:50


Amy and Jenna had the tea back in April, but Summer House's Lindsay Hubbard finally announced that she is expecting! Tune in as Amy & Jenna discuss what to expect this season on Summer House as filming has picked back up.     Jenna survived her first Casa Amor recoupling and the gals do a deep dive into all things Love Island including who they think will make it to the finale. Are they team Serena or team Kordell? Team Aaron or Team Kaylor? Tune in to find out!    More of Amy's celeb sightings, 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon and the gals play Hot or Not!    New episodes drop every Friday!    Like and subscribe on Apple & Spotify and follow us on IG & TikTok @bondedbybravopod!  This is another Hurrdat Media Production. Hurrdat Media is a podcast network and digital media production company based in Omaha, NE. Find more podcasts on the Hurrdat Media Network by going to HurrdatMedia.com or the Hurrdat Media YouTube channel!

It’s Always Gameday In Cincinnati
Joe Burrow Is A Born Leader

It’s Always Gameday In Cincinnati

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2024 15:12


Mike and Linsday react to Joe Burrow's comments on the Pardon My Take podcast and the idea of an 18-game NFL season. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Clay Edwards Show
JXN'S DEADLIEST GAS STATIONS MUST HAVE 24 HR SECURITY NOW (07/06/24)

The Clay Edwards Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 6, 2024 10:54


JACKSON, Miss. (WLBT) - A new Jackson ordinance will require businesses to hire security if they have at least three violent crimes in a 90-day period. On Tuesday, the Jackson City Council approved an ordinance requiring businesses associated with violent crimes to hire security during hours of operation. The measure was approved after about 20 minutes of heated discussion, and after several council members and City Attorney Drew Martin raised concerns about whether the ordinance could be enforced. “I've advised the council on a couple of occasions now that while I think this is a well-intentioned ordinance, I do not believe that it is enforceable,” Martin said. “I don't believe that the law would allow the city to require the businesses to hire personnel and also think the definition of a business associated with violence during hours of operation is going to be too ambiguous.” Ward 3 Councilman Kenneth Stokes disagreed, saying the council needed to send a message that the city is against crime. “If the legal department thinks they can't defend that, then I understand that, but we'll get somebody who can,” he said. “Don't tell these citizens you've got to keep dying in this city, and ain't nobody going to do nothing.” The measure was approved on a 5-1-1 vote, with Stokes and Councilmembers Ashby Foote, Angelique Lee, Aaron Banks, and Vernon Hartley voting in favor. Councilman Brian Grizzell voted against the ordinance, and Councilwoman Virgi Lindsay abstained. The vote came after the council amended the one-page ordinance to provide more specifics on what businesses would be impacted. Rather than businesses “associated with violence,” the council changed the ordinance to say any business that has had at least three violent crimes in 90 days. Banks initially recommended five crimes during that timeframe, but Mayor Chokwe Antar Lumumba said that might be too many. “What I'm saying is five crimes within 90 days, that's a lot. It's a lot,” he said. “I'm saying three crimes, two to three crimes within 90 days [are] too many. Linsday suggested putting the item back in the Public Safety Committee, “because we do not have time to sit here and dissect this line by line today.” Banks said the item was held over from a previous meeting and there had already been a request for the City Attorney's Office to bring forward any suggestions. “It's rolled over to the time of the adoption, so, I'm trying to help get it to a place where it's healthy enough to be passed [and] to have a good legal grounding,” he said. “I don't want council members to feel like if something goes up for introduction... and I know you're busy, I'm not trying to slight [you]... I'm just trying to get it to a place...” Martin said he'd be happy to sit down with Stokes to discuss the ordinance further, saying the first time he saw it was the first time it was on the agenda two weeks ago. “We've been doing that with Councilwoman Lee. We've done it with Councilman Hartley,” he said. “I think there's a way to address the issue he's trying to address and do it in a legal way that we can defend, and have confidence that our police can enforce it,” he said. Stokes also rejected holding off on the vote, saying putting it back into committee would be akin to killing it. “If legal wanted to do something with this ordinance to help stop these killings, they would have had a companion ordinance, which they do not have. That ain't nothing but fluff that you tell the new and green people,” he said. “We can vote, Mr. President, I'm ready. If it dies, it dies. But we'll keep fighting.” The ordinance will go into effect in 30 days, pending an appeal to the Hinds County Circuit Court.

Moser, Lombardi and Kane
6-28-24 Hour 3 - Which award is better: Hart or Ted Linsday?/Nuggets starting SIX is important/Drunk Takes

Moser, Lombardi and Kane

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 28, 2024 46:26


0:00 - Nathan MacKinnon won both the Hart Trophy and the Ted Linsday award. One is the MVP chosen by the media, and the other is chosed by the players. Which one of those is better?18:20 - Vic says the Nuggets starting 5 is important, but the starting SIX will really make or break the team. Who's the first guy off the bench? Who will be their Brucey B next year?32:28 - YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS. DRUNK TAKESSSSSSS.

SteamyStory
April Fools Sex Pranks: part 1

SteamyStory

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 30, 2024


My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

Steamy Stories Podcast
April Fools Sex Pranks: part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 30, 2024


My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

Steamy Stories
April Fools Sex Pranks: part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 30, 2024


My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

Steamy Stories Podcast
April Fools Sex Pranks: Part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 29, 2024


My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides. [[MORE]] I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

Steamy Stories
April Fools Sex Pranks: Part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 29, 2024


My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides. [[MORE]] I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

The Retail Whore
EP 132: FROM BANKING TO BRANDING WITH LINDSAY DUNCAN

The Retail Whore

Play Episode Play 44 sec Highlight Listen Later Jan 3, 2024 48:49


This episode is sponsored by Patrick & Company.In 2011, Lindsay Duncan was pregnant with twins and at home on bed rest. She was also recently laid off from her job in banking. These circumstances led Lindsay to create Winter Lennon, a women's apparel and accessories brand. Although she had no background and learned as she went, Lindsay's efforts paid off. Seven years later, after riding a wave of immediate success, Lindsay found herself struggling. She loved the industry but needed a change. She then met Patrick Ongena, who was the founder of Patrick & Company showroom at Dallas Market Center. He opened the showroom in 1991 and was looking to retire in the next few years. Lindsay ended up coming on as the Dallas rep, with the understanding that they would move towards his retirement. In January of 2022, Lindsay bought Patrick & Co. Along with the help of her husband, Dusty, Lindsay expanded Patrick & Co. by 50% in November of 2022. In June of 2023, the team completed a record-breaking show. Today, Patrick & Co. represents some of the best gift brands in the business, including Tweezerman, Vinglacé, and Luxe Dominoes.Here, Lindsay shares her story and all of the different things she's done that led her to landing at Patrick & Co. Michelle and Linsday discuss the rise and fall of her Winter Lennon brand and the difference between apparel and gift showrooms. Their conversation also includes how Lindsay carries on Patrick's legacy at Patrick & Co. and how she creates and maintains a positive environment. What's Inside:Lindsay's story from working in banking to owning Patrick & Co.The difference between apparel and gift showroomsLindsay's plans for Patrick & Co. for 2024Mentioned In This Episode:Patrick & Co. WebsitePatrick & Co. on Instagram

Straight Up
Noughties ‘it girls' part II: from Paris and Nicole's feud to Lindsay Lohan's fall

Straight Up

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 14, 2023 76:56


Prison, feuds, fake rumours, sex tape scandals, rehab stints and car chases: it's all kicking off in part two of our investigation into Hollywood's hottest noughties 'it girls', gang, starting with the strange story of Nicole Richie's adoption and subsequent route to fame via reality TV trailblazer the Simple Life.   Then, we continue to chart the toxic noughties and our then-treatment of women in the public eye, from the shameless obsession with their bodies, to the outright bullying and manipulative tactics of the tabloids. We also look at how Paris Hilton, Linsday Lohan, Britney Spears and Nicole Richie carefully crafted their own celebrity personas, from Paris' decades-long dedication to wearing blue contacts, to Lindsay's breast-focussed SNL skit at the age of just 18.  Finally, where are they now, and are any of them even nice people? We spill all the tea on Linsday's new life in Dubai and debate whether Paris' image revamp of recent years is actually legit.  Please leave us a review on Apple, rate us on Spotify, and drop us a DM @straightuppod on Insta, we adore hearing from you! Thanks so much to our brilliant partners for this ep: London Nootropics, our fave adaptogenic coffee that naturally actually boosts mental clarity and physical energy, while also easing anxiety, all without any of coffee's usual jitters. We are obsessed and you will be too! Get 20% OFF YOUR BOX  with the DISCOUNT CODE straightup at⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠londonnootropics.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Flare, the cutting edge company behind the Calmer earbuds, which soften horrible sounds like chewing, tapping and loud breathing for sensitive souls like us (misophonia!). If you're someone who gets distracted easily then you absolutely NEED these in your life. Grab a pair for £15.96 in the Black Friday sale with 20 per cent off side wide at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠flareaudio.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Yonder, the super cool lifestyle credit card that's ideal for London Huns who want to get huge discounts and freebies across food, drink, and fitness. Every point you spend is then redeemable against amazing experiences in the capital, from top restaurants to the swankiest gym classes incl Boomcycle and Kobox this month! Sign up today at⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠yondercard.com

Buzzing with Ms. B: The Coaching Podcast
163. Writing Curriculum Together with Linsday Lyons

Buzzing with Ms. B: The Coaching Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 18, 2023 46:02


Have you ever found yourself struggling to get teachers on board with collaborative planning? Do you want to improve your curriculum writing process with your PLCs? If you said yes, this episode is for you! Today educational justice coach, Lindsay Lyons joins me to talk about writing curriculum together. We discuss leveraging PLCs for curriculum development, the challenges coaches face when planning curriculum with a team, and the different roles instructional coaches take on during the process. Lindsay gives us ideas for creating a shared vision while supporting teachers with different backgrounds and philosophies. She also explains how she encourages teachers to experiment with different teaching strategies. Writing curriculum together with your PLCs is no easy task, but it's incredibly fulfilling when done well. This episode is packed with ideas and practical advice to help you build effective structures for co-creating curriculum with your teaching team. Listen now! -Chrissy Beltran   Buzzing with Ms. B Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/buzzingwithmsb/ Buzzing with Ms. B TpT - https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Chrissy-Beltran-Buzzing-With-Ms-B The Coaching Podcast Show Notes - https://buzzingwithmsb.com/Episode163   Thank you for listening to Buzzing with Ms. B: The Coaching Podcast. If you love the show, share it with a coach who would love it too, subscribe to this podcast, or leave me a review on iTunes! It's free and it helps others find this show, too. Happy coaching! Podcast produced by Fernie Ceniceros  

Financially Naked
What's the Story with Student Loans Loans? with Genar and Linsday from Savi

Financially Naked

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 6, 2023 32:33


On this episode of Financially Naked: Stories from The Financial Gym, we're discussing a topic that's been flying under the radar since 2020: student loans. Joining Genar is Lindsay Clark, Chief Borrower Advocate at Savi, a platform designed to help borrowers navigate the student loan system. With the clock ticking to the end of the grace period in October, it's time to deep dive into the playbook of options available to borrowers.  Out of sight, out of mind? Not anymore. Unfortunately, the era of loan payments on pause is fading, but it's not all bad news! The government made huge improvements to the system, so borrowers are in a better position moving forward. Genar and Lindsay discuss the changes over the last few years, how to prepare for payments to start back up again, and tools you can use to handle your student loans.  For more details check out our show notes here! If you want to work with a Certified Financial Trainer to help navigate your finances, schedule a free warm-up call today! If you have any ideas or questions for the show, send an email to trainerpodcast@fingyms.com. Resources Studentaid.gov Learn about the SAVE Plan Connect with Savi  Website: https://financialgym.bysavi.com/  Meet The Trainer Meet Genar Mendez, Level 2 Certified Financial Trainer

Money Stuff With Moms
Ep 12: Life Insurance 101 - do you NEED it?? w/ Guest: ALYX VALDAL

Money Stuff With Moms

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 3, 2023 37:03


Life insurance is an important form of financial protection for you and your loved ones. In this podcast episode, Meghan and Linsday talk with Insurance Expert Alyx Valdal to cover the basics of life insurance, including why you might need it, how much coverage you should get, and how to find the right policy for you. Tune in to learn everything you need to know about life insurance, so that you can make the best decision for your family's future.

Money Stuff With Moms
Ep 10: Budgeting 101

Money Stuff With Moms

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 17, 2023 24:07


We budget to have MORE. More investments, more vacations, more fun, more freedom. If I tried to do everything at 100% I would do nothing. It doesn't have to be perfect B+ work is fine. The key is to find something that works for you because it if feel easy you'll be able to stick to it consistently   LINKS: Black is the New Red: THE place to have Canadian money conversations! www.facebook.com/groups/blackisthenewred  Lindsay's Budget Templates: https://www.prettymoneyclub.com/budgetsignup Lindsay's 5 day budget makeover: https://www.prettymoneyclub.com/budgetmakeover Dollars and Sense BOOK: https://danariely.com/books/dollars-and-sense/  SHOUTOUT: Do you have a budget? If you have one that you love, tell us about it!  HOMEWORK: If you don't have a budget, go start with a template. Find one that works for you. And then tell us what you chose and why! HOW TO GET IN TOUCH: Join in the conversation with 8000+ other Canadians (and finance industry pros) in Black is the New Red: www.facebook.com/groups/blackisthenewred DM Lindsay @ www.facebook.com/lindsayplumbmoneycoach  DM Meghan @ https://www.facebook.com/porterougeco    TL:DR Show notes:   00:01:16 Linsday disagrees with another professional in the finance industry who claims that the reason she is so good with money is that she knows how to organize her financial spreadsheets. Lindsay thinks your excel sheets are not the reason for financial success.  00:04:10 According to Lindsay, budgeting is like a road map to help you get from one place to another. While she uses Excel with her clients, it's not to examine every detail, but rather to simplify the process. 00:07:45 She also stresses that budgeting is not about perfection, but about getting things done. Everyone is different and what works for one person may not work for another. The key is to find what works for you and go with it. It's okay to only be 80% done and still make progress, rather than trying to do everything at 100% and never getting started. 00:08:40 Budgeting can feel overwhelming, but it doesn't have to be! The key is to find what works best for you. If you're a spreadsheet person, go for it! There are so many options out there. But if you're like Linsday  and hate all the tracking and data entry, you might want to try her bank account budgeting system instead. It's like a digital version of cash envelopes.  00:21:28 We budget to have MORE. More vacations, more investments, more freedom, more fun. We're not budgeting for less, and I think that once you find a system that works for you, and if you can adopt the perspective that you are budgeting to get more of the things that you want and love and value, you will find freedom in that experience. You'll find more control. It will help with decision fatigue.  

Money Stuff With Moms
Ep 9: Pet Insuance - Yay or Nay?

Money Stuff With Moms

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 10, 2023 16:38


Adding a pet to your family is a big decision. For the family dynamics, responsibilities and financially. One of the ways we can protect ourselves from unexpected vet bills is through pet insurance. In today's episode we debate is it's worth it - and we are not in agreement. Let's discuss.   LINKS:  Black is the New Red: THE place to have Canadian money conversations! www.facebook.com/groups/blackisthenewred  SHOUTOUT: What do you think? Are you team Lindsay (pro pet insurance) or team Meghan (put it in a slush fund)? Or do you have another method? We'd love to hear from you!  HOW TO GET IN TOUCH: Join in the conversation with 8000+ other Canadians (and finance industry pros) in Black is the New Red: www.facebook.com/groups/blackisthenewred DM Lindsay @ www.facebook.com/lindsayplumbmoneycoach  DM Meghan @ https://www.facebook.com/porterougeco    TL:DR Show Notes: 00:03:10 Meghan got a new puppy! And when Linsday asked her if she was getting pet insurance, her head almost exploded. Why? Even though Linsday and Meghan are both working professionals in the finance industry, they have totally different opinions on pet insurance.  00:04:15 Linsday is PRO PET INSURANCE because it's simply easier for her to come up with the money for the premium every month than it would be to come up with a whopping vet bill. She also feels more at ease and has peace of mind knowing that she's covered in the event of a tragedy.  00:07:48 Meghan is NOT persuaded to get pet insurance, because she would rather put the money she would be paying in premiums into her own slush fund, so that she can use that money for whatever she wants, including pet emergencies.  00:09:26 Linsday talks about how she keeps her insurance premiums down by signing up for a policy with a higher deductible. This way, she can put extra money aside every month into the dog-fund, and when the premiums start to rise, do a cost-benefit analysis to decide when it's time to end the policy.  00:13:19 The truth is that we don't have a crystal ball. We can't predict if the decision we make today will be the right one for tomorrow… but it's more important to make a decision and move forward. 

Money Stuff With Moms
Ep 8: Credit Score Takeaways

Money Stuff With Moms

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 3, 2023 23:12


After the interview with credit expert Richard Moxley, Meghan and Lindsay share their biggest take aways, ideas and thoughts   LINKS:  Black is the New Red: THE place to have Canadian money conversations! www.facebook.com/groups/blackisthenewred  Richard Moxley is one of Canada's leading authorities on personal credit. After seven years as a mortgage broker, he had had enough in watching people forced to pay thousands of dollars in excess fees and rates, all because no one had taught them the basic rules of credit. Learn to level up your credit game on his website:  https://creditgame.net/  Email him ANY credit questions: info@creditgame.net Credit PIE chart: https://www.skidmore.edu/hr/documents/Credit-Score-Pie-Chart.pdf SHOUTOUT: Are you experiencing the decision-fatigue like we are?? Tell us!!  HOMEWORK:  find something that you can OFFLOAD to someone else! Tell us what you're offloading and how you're doing it… so that we can learn from you!  HOW TO GET IN TOUCH: Join in the conversation with 8000+ other Canadians (and finance industry pros) in Black is the New Red: www.facebook.com/groups/blackisthenewred DM Lindsay @ www.facebook.com/lindsayplumbmoneycoach  DM Meghan @ https://www.facebook.com/porterougeco  Email Richard @  info@creditgame.net  Show Notes:  00:01:16:; Credit cards are not evil.  It's NOT bad to use one. It IS important to have rules. For some people, the best strategy is to choose one or two things that you are going to use your credit card for (like gas, or cell phone bills) and then you know to regularly pay it off.  00:02:22: Having rules for your credit card usage can help avoid decision fatigue and impulsive decisions. There are SO many different decisions that can affect your score, so having a strategy in place will help take the guesswork out.    00:08:39 Richard even says no to joint accounts or cards with his WIFE! It makes sense though. Even though you may trust your partner, and know that they aren't going to run off or purposely make poor decisions… people still make mistakes. If they accidentally forget to pay a bill, it won't just affect them… it will affect you too!    00:13:41 Lindsay's rule is to aim for a credit score of 750. Anything over that, and your time would be better spent focusing on your budget or investment strategy.  00:17:25 Linsday talks about when she recommends credit monitoring apps like Borrowell or Credit Karma to her clients.   

Life Conversations with a Twist
Talking Divorce with Lindsay Musco

Life Conversations with a Twist

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2023 39:31


Episode Details:On today's episode, I finally found someone who would talk about the dirty D... DIVORCE. Linsday tells us her story about how she found her husband cheating which finally made her leave after being miserable for so long. Everyone's divorce story is different, but I love how she used this life experience to be able to grow and move on. She finally realized how she needed to do life for herself and that she could make it without him. She is now remarried and expecting a baby in July!   Contact: Lindsay MuscoFollow Lindsay's IG: @poppyandvine.life and @winecountrydistilleryfestivalWine Country Distillery Festival- winecountrydistilleryfestival.comContact Me:Follow Me IG: @heathernelson.lifeWebsite: heathernelson.life

Creating You
Hanging out with Cray Gardens star Lindsay Gentry!

Creating You

Play Episode Play 28 sec Highlight Listen Later Jan 29, 2023 36:02


I know you will enjoy this conversation with Lindsay Gentry! She is the Director/Curator of Cray Gardens and Creator /Owner of the Cray Gardens store on Etsy.Lindsay graciously shares tips and truths about being a mom, a cancer warrior/survivor, and an individual creating her best life. She gives us permission to care for ourselves as moms and women, to be present and enjoy life. Lindsay shares that she found her strength after fighting triple-negative breast cancer. Linsday inspires and offers hope to all of us in so many ways. Check her out on :TikTokInsatgramCray Gardens EtsyThank you, Lindsay, for sharing who you are and what we are capable of!HeatherI would love to hear from you!If you found this episode valuable, share it with others! Always appreciate your thoughts and reviews! CLICK HEREYou can also message me directly via email or DMheathersuedaily@gmail.comor Instagram"Life is challenging! We can figure it out together." TM

Murder on the Island: The Lindsay Buziak Story, presented by Capital Daily

Part I [0:11] Zander interviews Jason, who hasn't spoken about these events since 2010.Part II [2:14] We learn how Jason and Lindsay met and how he believed it could be a lifelong relationship. Some friends think there was trouble in paradise.Part III [4:52] Jason confirms that the woman who contacted Lindsay wanted to buy a $1 million home, and that Linsday was enthusiastic. Jason's description of Lindsay not being worried seems to differ from what others have told me, and even from a Feb. 2 interview between Jason and the SPD in which Jason says both he and Lindsay believed the circumstances surrounding the clients were “almost too good to be true.”Part IV [12:02] The receptionist at the Remax Camosun office describes Lindsay as feeling “really weird” and even “freaked out” about meeting the couple. Moreover, according to the summary of Jason's interview, Jason says he repeated his offer to show the properties himself.Part V [18:17] In the summary of the Feb. 6 interview between Jason and police, Jason says he believes the man (who came to view the house and is believed to be involved in Lindsay's murder) heard Jason's vehicle approach. According to the court documents, Jason rang the doorbell about 10 times. This is when he really got the sense that something wasn't right.--Get up-to-date information on the Lindsay Buziak case and bonus episodes at lindsaybuziakpodcast.com.Murder On The Island: The Lindsay Buziak Story is presented by capitaldaily.ca. 

But Why Tho? the podcast
INTERVIEW: Janeen And Michael Damian Talk 'Falling For Christmas'

But Why Tho? the podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2022 20:41


Director Janeen Damian and her husband and co-producer Michael Damian of The Young and the Restless and Broadway's Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat talked with But Why Tho? about their most recent Netflix Original Christmas romcom, Falling for Christmas. This sweat affair stars Lindsay Lohan in her grand return to film. Janeen and Michael share what it felt like to sign onto a movie knowing Linsday was attached and how working with her and the rest of the cast shaped the movie Falling For Christmas would become.

Daily Shot of Inspiration
Lindsay Worek - Kicked out of the Matrix

Daily Shot of Inspiration

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 20, 2022 60:12


This week on the show, I'm talking with Lindsay Worek about getting kicked out of the matrix and being open to letting go and allowing. Follow Linsday on Instagram at @linzalayoga And find out more about Linsday and her offering at https://www.linzalayoga.com/ A little about Linsday Since I was a little girl, I have always felt connected in some capacity to Archangel Michael.​ Most of my closest friends, colleagues & family know this about me, as well as the multitude of clients that I have been given the privilege to work with. The path of being a Conduit of Healing for others was not one that I chose. I know it was one that was chosen for me before I came to Earth this time around. It is part of my life's purpose I have been facilitating intuitive healings for others via Reiki, guided meditations, yoga classes, card readings, Integrated Energy Therapy and InnerSpeak Quantum Healing. I have had the pleasure of teaching up and down the East Coast, in Costa Rica & virtually. I have worked with and trained with powerful healers all over the world and will continue to remain a teachable & humble student. Find out more about Meditation For Manifestations Course with Joe CLICK HERE. Schedule your coaching session and use code 20 at check out and save 20% CLICK HERE TO SCHEDULE --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dailyshotofinspiration/message

Culture by Design
Be a Human Leader with Lindsay Kaplan

Culture by Design

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 22, 2022 41:56


In this week's episode of Culture by Design, Lindsay Kaplan, head of People Development at Clif Bar joins Timothy R. Clark to talk about anxiety, vulnerability, and what it takes to be a human leader. She advocates for authenticity, empathy, and adaptability as the main characteristics of good leaders and encourages listeners to chase a growth mindset. Unique and formative beginnings (4:00). Lindsay has been working since she was sixteen years old, living in an all-female household, surrounded by incredible working females as role models. When she left that environment and launched into the world, she kept her head down and worked until she found the L&D world (which didn't take long). It's just like the first day of school (13:00). Lindsay compares onboarding to the first day of school. She explains how remote work has impacted the onboarding process for many organizations that can't quite replicate the way things used to feel. But compensation for these changes isn't the answer.Am I committed to being a human leader? (15:15). Lindsay explains what culture means to her (both professionally and individually). She and Tim discuss how human leadership can shape culture in the best ways. But leadership has gotten more complicated. Those of us who committed to being leaders five years ago may need to recommit. Are you willing to be authentic, empathetic, and adaptive?Not everyone needs to be a people leader (22:00). You can be high-performing and successful without leading others, but in order to do so, organizations need to allow for that growth. Lindsay explains that people should lead humans only when they want to and are good at it. Why can't other people lead processes, technology, and resources?Vulnerability in personal and professional life (24:00). Creating spaces for people to come together, share, ask questions, and connect has changed Linsday's professional life. In her personal life, Lindsay had to learn to let go of fear and ask for help. Acknowledging (and actively sharing) her vulnerabilities welcomed support into her life that she couldn't have found anywhere else. Learning from a growth mindset (33:00). Making mistakes is an act of vulnerability that helps us overcome complacency and actually grow. While making mistakes isn't “fun,” Tim and Lindsay agree that there's something exhilarating about it. Why am I doing it this way? And concerns about burnout (36:55). Looking forward to the next few months, what is Lindsay excited about? What is she concerned about?About Our Guest:Born and raised in California, Lindsay grew up in a household of all women, raised by a single mom. She has worked in many industries, including retail, technology, sales, beauty, and wellness, and discovered Learning and Development when she worked for a start-up in San Francisco. She saw the value of the connection that occurs for new employees when they have a good onboarding program and wanted to help people as they started one of the most vulnerable and exciting moments in their careers. Lindsay currently lead People Development at Clif Bar and company where her team's mantra is to “lay the foundation for what truly matters most; purpose, well-being, and personal/professional growth.” She is a wife and mother of two children, ages five and eight, both of who have probably taught me more about herself and her capacity for growth more than any career moment. Lindsay's goal is to help leaders and employees foster a culture of the psychological safety, inclusion, and growth. At the end of the day, she helps people do their job better while actively adding to a culture of respect and resilience.

Psychologists Off The Clock: A Psychology Podcast About The Science And Practice Of Living Well
263. Relationships with Emotionally Immature People with Lindsay Gibson

Psychologists Off The Clock: A Psychology Podcast About The Science And Practice Of Living Well

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 10, 2022 79:23


Many of us grew up with or are in a current relationship with someone who is emotionally immature. And if that's the case, you may feel anger towards that person, and a lingering sense of loneliness and anxiety in intimate relationships. Lindsey Gibson, the author of the bestselling book, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents, helps us understand why these relationships cause us such pain, how to heal, and even how to navigate relationships with an emotionally immature person in our adult life. Join us to learn how to find a new way to be in relationship with an emotionally immature person.  Listen and Learn: Why Lindsey first began writing and treating adult children of emotionally immature parents The value of understanding what emotional immaturity is, but also the caution we should use in applying labels The hallmark qualities of emotional immaturity (and emotional maturity) The research that highlights why being raised by an emotionally immature parent can cause such long-term pain The surprising stance Lindsey has on cultivating compassion for an emotionally immature person Strategies for growing relationships in that don't resemble those which you were raised with Understand how you can help a relationship with an emotionally immature person grow Lindsey's thoughts on estrangement from an emotionally immature parent or partner Resources Ed Tronick's still face experiment Fault Lines: Fractured Families and How to Mend Them, by Karl Pillemer Atlantic Article: Why Parents and Kids Get Estranged About Lindsey Gibson Lindsay C. Gibson, PsyD, is a clinical psychologist in private practice who specializes in individual psychotherapy with adult children of emotionally immature parents. She is author of Who You Were Meant to Be and writes a monthly column on well-being for Tidewater Women magazine and she's here today to talk with me about her books, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents and Recovering From Emotionally Immature Parents. Welcome, Linsday! Related Episodes Episode 85. Emotion Efficacy with Aprilia West Episode 98. Narcissism with Avigail Lev and Robyn Walser Episode 183. Permission to Feel with Marc Brackett Episode 186. Set Boundaries, Find Peace with Nedra Tawwab Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Spectator Books
Linsday Fitzharris: The Facemaker

Spectator Books

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 6, 2022 40:50


My guest in this week's Book Club podcast is Lindsey Fitzharris – whose new book is The Facemaker: One Surgeon's Battle to Mend the Disfigured Soldiers of World War I. At its centre is the compelling figure of Harold Gillies – ace golfer, practical joker, and pioneer of the whole field of plastic surgery. Lindsey tells me about the extraordinary advances he made and the will and skill that drove them; and the poignant story of how victims of facial disfigurement were the invisible casualties of the conflict.  

Leafs Lunch
Tocheri on Matthews' MVP & Ted Linsday win and latest from the Memorial Cup

Leafs Lunch

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 22, 2022 11:33


Leafs Lunch co-host Julia Tocheri joins Al's Brother and Frankie Corrado to talk about her reaction to Auston Matthews taking home the Hart and the Ted Linsday, if she's ready to call him the greatest Leafs player ever, what changes the NHL should make to their Awards show and an update from the Memorial Cup.

The Christ Centered Life
Episode 24: Me, Thee, and LGBT Part 2

The Christ Centered Life

Play Episode Listen Later May 26, 2022 64:21


In this episode, Derek and Linsday continue the conversation about the truth of Scripture and the LGBT+ worldview.

The Christ Centered Life
Episode 24: Me, Thee, and LGBT Part 2

The Christ Centered Life

Play Episode Listen Later May 26, 2022 64:21


In this episode, Derek and Linsday continue the conversation about the truth of Scripture and the LGBT+ worldview.

The Christ Centered Life
Episode 24: Me, Thee, and LGBT Part 2

The Christ Centered Life

Play Episode Listen Later May 26, 2022 64:21


In this episode, Derek and Linsday continue the conversation about the truth of Scripture and the LGBT+ worldview.

The Christ Centered Life
Episode 24: Me, Thee, and LGBT Part 2

The Christ Centered Life

Play Episode Listen Later May 26, 2022 64:21


In this episode, Derek and Linsday continue the conversation about the truth of Scripture and the LGBT+ worldview.

Dishin' Days - A Days Of Our Lives Podcast
Linsday Arnold joins Dishin Days for week of May 9th-13th 2022

Dishin' Days - A Days Of Our Lives Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 16, 2022 130:01


Join hosts Tony Moore, Michael Mattes, Justin Hareld, and Araceli Aviles, as they recap episodes of Days of Our Lives from the week of May 9-13, 2022. This week on Dishin' Days, Lani put an end to TR's terror, Leo vowed vengeance for his breakup with Craig, and Sarah was returned to her old self, with one small hitch. As Ben and Ciara's family desperately searched for Baby Bo, the Devil finally revealed his most heinous plan for the newborn. Days of Our Lives star Lindsay Arnold (Allie Horton) is our special guest this week. She pops in to talk about the conclusion of the Devil storyline, Allie's complicated relationships, and how the character has changed in the last year. Plus, we announce the nominees for our annual Dishin' Days Awards! Tune in to our social medial platforms for information on how you can vote for your favorites. Be sure to follow us on all social media platforms: Facebook: DishinDaysShowInstagram: @dishindaysTwitter: _dishindays Buy Our Merch: www.dishindays.threadless.com

The Reality Is
Episode 146: Slaps, sauces, and spills (Summer House)

The Reality Is

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 30, 2022 56:50


We talk about the ridiculous Oscars and then we jump straight into the more interesting fight between Ciara and Lindsay or was it Danielle? or was it Paige vs Linsday? What was Craig doing there? Anyway! Enjoy! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/therealityispod/message

Daily Caller Live with Jobob
Full Interview with James Linsday on Daily Caller Live with Jobob

Daily Caller Live with Jobob

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 18, 2022 40:52


Jobob speaks with Dr. James Linsday on the topics of wokism, CRT, Mao, and much more. Follow Jobob on: Instagram bit.ly/jobobinsta Facebook facebook.com/thejobob Twitter bit.ly/jobobtwitter   Follow Daily Caller on: Instagram instagram.com/dailycaller Facebook facebook.com/dailycaller Twitter twitter.com/dailycaller

Unknowing
”Widening Circles” with Lindsay Branham

Unknowing

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 16, 2021 63:03


In EP010, Brie is joined by Emmy nominated filmmaker, Cambridge scholar and contemplative eco-doula, Lindsay Branham.   Linsday describes these facets of her life as rings on a tree...as expressions that vibrate outward from a common center, a yearning to seed a more loving world; and invites us all to similarly re-member (to be more deeply membered to) ourselves, our bodies and the planet as we expand outwardly in widening circles. To learn more about Lindsay's work, sign up for Widen emails, or receive support from her as an eco-doula, you can visit her website here.  To connect with Brie: Join Brie's Patreon to access the companion master class with Brie's reflections and suggested practices that correspond with each episode and join others in community on this path of creative possibility  For tax deductible donations or other inquiries info@unknowing.org Keep up with Brie more regularly on Instagram

The Lawyer Who Rocks
Linsday Droz & Kristi Lord - Going All In on Your Dreams

The Lawyer Who Rocks

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 18, 2021 29:56


Lindsay Droz and Kristi Lord went all in on their dreams. The longtime friends and business partners, saw a need and they filled it, making sustainable, organic and safe cleaning products that were also beautiful. With no entrepreneurial experience, but honed skills from Corporate America, they left their jobs to go all in on their company, L'Avant Collective. We learn in this inspiring interview why you should always believe in yourself.  

Drama Free Living with Dennis and Lisa McIntee
Episode 14: How the Right Kind of Communication Transformed Rick Linsday's Business

Drama Free Living with Dennis and Lisa McIntee

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 6, 2021 17:13


Longtime coaching client and friend Rick Linsday of MowCow Lawn and Landscape joins Dennis and Lisa for a high-level recap of the strategies put in place over ten years ago that transformed his business. Rick tackles communication mistakes, the power of understanding perspective, and the discovery that while you can go faster alone, you can go farther with the right team. Putting drama-free living into action with the added accountability of his Mastermind Group positioned Rick to lead his company the way he always hoped he could. The Leadership Development Group is a consulting firm that exists to help you create a better work culture through drama free strategies, leadership coaching, and training. Since 2005, they have helped over 2,000 companies become drama free and significantly increase their productivity as a result. Discover the freedom of a better work culture today at leadershipdevgroup.com. Learn more about the resources in today's episode: Dramafreeresults.com https://leadershipdevgroup.com/leadership-roundtable-greenville/

The Big Wedding Planning Podcast
#257 You Ask, We Answer - 43

The Big Wedding Planning Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 30, 2021 64:27


On the last Wednesday of every month, Christy & Michelle answer listener questions live on the show - YAWA! This month we're answering questions about Catering Compromises, Sibling Issues, Airbnb Weddings, Listener Comments on Our Recent Episode with Linsday, and more! Click HERE to become a premium subscriber and unlock all of the amazingness:       Ad-free, full length episodes      The TBWPP Wedding Planning Resource Center with  Access to 6 mini courses of The Big Wedding Planning Master Class  Wedding Planning Templates and Tools Question #1: Compromising on catering and dealing with a sibling issue The first detail is the caterer. Fiancé really wants to go with a PA Dutch-style caterer, but I prefer a farm-to-table vendor that we found. Both are on our venue's preferred vendor list, so that isn't helpful in making a decision. I understand that PA Dutch food is really good and a family staple for him, but I'm thinking about our guests and various food sensitivities, and feel that farm-to-table would be more accessible for our families. Any input would be appreciated. Question #2: Can we rent an Airbnb for our Wedding? My fiancé and I are on a tighter budget for our wedding and since his mom knows many vendors in our area that could provide us a tent, chairs and tables, etc., we're looking to maybe do a backyard wedding. The only problem with that is that we aren't all that close with anyone we know that have big enough backyards for even just the reception. I remember hearing about renting an Airbnb with a big, beautiful backyard for a wedding - is this even doable? Question #3: My fiance is in a wheelhair Fiancé is in a wheelchair, and the bride wonders if she should be sitting or standing during the ceremony. Question #4: Religious mom wants religion in our ceremon and we do not My mother is very religious and wants [religion] to be a huge part of our ceremony. However, my fiancé is not religious and doesn't really want it to be a religious ceremony. My parents are paying for most of [the wedding], and I want to make her happy, so we are going to include a few elements including some readings. The biggest issue is the Officiant. We really want to have one of our friends officiate, as we want it to really be personal to us, but my mom wants it to be a pastor. It's causing a riff between us to where I get nervous to even talk about the ceremony with her because I don't want to have the same conversation over again (I don't do well with confrontation and want everyone to be happy). How can we make her understand that it's important to us to have someone we know and love marry us instead of someone that we don't know (we live in Seattle and the wedding will be in Illinois)? Links We Referenced Michelle Walker Photography - California based Peerspace.com Get In Touch:  The Big Wedding Planning Podcast is… Hosted and produced by Michelle Martinez  Music by Steph Altman of Mophonics  On Instagram @thebigweddingplanningpodcast and be sure to use #planthatwedding when posting, so you can get our attention! Easy to get in touch with. Email us at hello@thebigweddingplanningpodcast.com or Call and leave a message at 415-723-1625 and you might hear your voice on an episode Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Coaches Roundtable
Episode 37 (Juan Namnun and Chris Linsday)

The Coaches Roundtable

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 3, 2020 43:32


On this episode we are joined by coaches Juan Namnun and Chris Linsday. They discuss how they build culture, stats that they look at when evaluating players, and so much more!

Geek in the City
Issue 564 – The Sorcerer!

Geek in the City

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 2, 2020 96:05


It's a Dungeons & Dragons heavy show as we welcome back Greg and Linsday for Building Character, focusing on the natural caster – The Sorcerer! Then, must talk of all the new D&D product coming out, and a special nod to Chadwick Boseman. Sponsored by:Guardian Games * Bridge City Comics * Reverend Nat's Hard Cider Song by Megathruster Support Geek in the City on Patreon and at Aaron Duran Writes

The Anxious Creative
How to Grow Your Business During Quarantine with Lindsay Skinn

The Anxious Creative

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 27, 2020 52:26


This episode is FIRE.Today, I'm talking to Lindsay Skinn, a Rock Your Business alumnae and kickass stylist who takes implementation to a whole new level.I've had several guests from small towns on the podcast lately, and the theme continues with Lindsay! She lives on a dirt road and her house doesn't have WiFi (she called into this episode from her salon!) and she's proof that you can totally be a successful stylist in a town where it's normal to see a horse and buggy ambling down the road.One of the most amazing things about Linsday is that she actually grew her business during quarantine. The coronavirus pandemic has hit our industry hard, but Lindsay took that opportunity to switch things up and build a solid foundation for growth!Here's what you'll get in this episode:Lindsay's story and how she pulled off such a massive career change from early childhood educator to hairstylist.Why it's CRUCIAL to find the right salon to work with you and help you grow.How she made online courses work with no home WiFi, and what made her decide to invest. (Also, she joined in February back when we were all wide-eyed and hopeful about 2020. lol.)The steps she took to grow her business during quarantine so she was ready to rake in the $$$ when she got back. (Plus how she made $2,000 from just TWO consultations!)Major plot twist: How a stylist who's allergic to hair color still found success. There's always a way!My secrets to growing a clientele from scratch (AKA how I was booked months in advance within 12 weeks.)Tips for pricing services in a small town (and anywhere, really, but especially in a small town).Why she decided to invest in RYB over other amazing programs.Feeling like you belong in the industry (plus a bonus Backstreet Boys by Dawn song break).I loved this conversation so much. I could have talked to Lindsay for hours! She's a master of possibility and totally embodies the phrase “where there's a will, there's a way.” She completely redefines what's possible as a small town stylist who's allergic to hair color!For more Lindsay, make sure to follow her on Instagram!Sometimes, uncertain times offer amazing opportunities. Never give up! There's always a way to grow.LINKS MENTIONED:https://www.instagram.com/elevations.bylindsay/https://www.facebook.com/locksbylinz11/https://msha.ke/elevations.bylindsay/https://www.dawnbradley.com/ryb

The Anxious Creative
Redefining success in the Hair Industry with Lindsay Mayuga

The Anxious Creative

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 29, 2020 64:36


I've got a great episode for you today, and you might want to grab a cup of tea and a journal, because we get INTO it.In this episode, I'm talking with Lindsay Mayuga, a coach, podcaster, and hairstylist making waves in the beauty industry and the podcasting world.Lindsay and I have similar stories in that we both found ourselves in lives that looked good on paper even though we were miserable, and we both freed ourselves from that hamster wheel and created lives we truly love!Lindsay is amazing and she has so much incredible wisdom to offer about success, happiness, and living life how you want to live it!Here's what you'll hear in my conversation with Lindsay:The mindset that burned us both out and led to our AHA moments that prompted us to change.Failure is the only guarantee...but that's not a bad thing.What we'd tell our younger, brand-new hairstylist selves.Why the foundational work is super important, maybe THE most important work you'll do in your life and business.Your experience is valuable, and your story will help you succeed and serve others at the same time!Why working with a coach (or several) can be one of the best things you do for your business and your personal life. (Plus what to look for in a good coach.)The traits and tools you need to really succeed at whatever you want to do.How to stop playing small and take your whole industry higher.Why you don't have to wait for fear to go away in order to succeed.This is a BIG conversation, and we cover basically everything you need to know to create a life you love and that you deserve.It takes a lot of courage, a lot of letting go, and a lot of alchemizing struggle into strength. But the good news is that you have all the tools you need. You don't have to wait for life to be perfect or for people to understand you perfectly before you can start building the life you want.It's all in YOUR hands.I loved this conversation with Lindsay so much and I know you will too!For more Linsday, check out her podcast, She Makes Waves, download her awesome workbook at Linmaystudio.com, and follow her on Instagram!LINKS MENTIONEDhttp://linmaystudio.com/she-makes-waveshttp://linmaystudio.com/coursehttp://linmaystudio.com/https://www.instagram.com/linmaystudio/https://www.instagram.com/shemakeswavespodcast/

Monday Morning Manager
#30: Lindsay Hart - Music Marketer and Programmer

Monday Morning Manager

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 25, 2020 41:05


“How are you? How have things been unfolding for you during the recent #BlackLivesMatter protests?” “What are some things I should focus on when it comes to my live show?” “What do I need to do when reaching out to brands?” — As mentioned previously, I'm going to space my podcast releases out a little bit more for the foreseeable future. I want to make sure I'm doing my part and keeping the focus on the things that matter. This week I had the chance to finally connect with Lindsay Hart, a music marketer, and programmer who I've known for several years now. We've been trying to get this recorded for the last year so I'm glad we could finally make this happen! We were able to catch up on everything that Linsday is doing to help support the #BlackLivesMatter movement as well her thoughts on how up and coming acts should be preparing their live shows and working with brands to find win-win situations. #BlackLivesMatter, please support in any way you can. See HERE for a list of resources. Want to sign up for a 1:1 call with me to talk about how my proven course can help grow your streaming numbers? Then click HERE.

The Mario Soto Sports Psychology Podcast
Episode 4: The Perfectionist Mindset w/Figure Skater Lindsay Davis

The Mario Soto Sports Psychology Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 11, 2019 36:34


Lindsay Davis is a former team USA figure skater who has had the rare history of competing as both an individual and pairs performer. From an early age, Linsday found a passion for her craft and in this 30 minute conversation she shares her journey, the challenges parents and skaters experience, the disappointments in her career and how she plans to apply her master's degree education as a Sport Psychology Consultant to help young skaters. - - - -  For more information about how I work with athletes, visit my website www.mariosoto.com and follow me @mariosportsdoc on most social media platforms.