Curing Andrea's Depression (Part #2)

Recap of Original Story

This is the sequel to “Curing Andrea’s Depression.” The first part told the story of a slightly odd 18-year-old girl named Andrea Myers whose frequent peculiar behavior and mood swings are supposedly linked to depression.

She has a complex family history: Her father abandoned her mother before Andrea was born. Her brother is in jail at age 20. Her mother has had a substantial series of short-term, live-in boyfriends for as long as Andrea has been alive. One of them, a bookkeeper named Gerald, introduced Andrea to sex and taught her many erotic things to please males in bed. Andrea was a quick study!

When Andrea is in the eighth grade, a classmate named Candace Symington befriends her and they become inseparable. Andrea, 18, is invited by Candace to join the Symington family when they go on their annual two-week vacation to a cottage in northern Ontario in July. Andrea quickly becomes smitten with Candace’s 20-year-old brother, Jacob—the narrator of this story (and the first installment). He had been advised by his father to keep a close eye on Andrea because of her “squirrelly” nature.

Shortly after the vacationers arrive at their cottage, Jacob accompanies Andrea as they walk 100 yards down the pathway to a small, secluded lake. Andrea informs Jacob that she loves him and wants to be his girlfriend. Her passionate way of kissing Jacob convinces him this is a good idea! Andrea then suggests they have sex in the woods to cement their romantic relationship. Before they begin, Andrea tells Jacob her life story and surprisingly busy sexual history. To Jacob’s delight, Andrea proves to be a terrific sex partner, so having her as a summer lover will be wonderful.

Part One

Andrea and I were both ecstatic with happiness as we began our way back to the cottage along the winding dirt pathway. We giggled and laughed. We stopped for quick kisses. During one embrace, I had the urge to remove Andrea’s clothing again for a second sexual romp, but I stopped myself. “Nah, let’s save that for tomorrow,” I said to my new 18-year-old girlfriend. “You know...when I’m fully revived from the first one.”

“I guess that’s a compliment,” Andrea replied.

“Yes, it certainly is!” I insisted. “Andrea, you were so good at sex that you drained my balls. I have to admit I’ve never come that hard before.”

Andrea agreed, “Yeah, that was a pretty good cum blast that you hit me with, Jacob. Well done!” Then she gave me a little congratulatory peck on the cheek for doing so well. It occurred to me that it seemed terribly backwards that Andrea could make such an assessment at her age, while I, the 20-year-old in this odd relationship, had very little experience to make comparisons about sexual feats.

We were about halfway home when I noticed my sister, Candace, sitting on the fallen tree where Andrea and I had been quite intimate not too long before. “Well, aren’t you two the happy couple!” she said to us as we stopped walking. Her words were a mixture of surprise and sarcasm.

Andrea was full of excitement when she told her best friend, “Hey, Candace! Guess what? I told your brother that I love him and he’s going to be my boyfriend from now on! That means my best friend’s brother is my boyfriend! Isn’t that a great situation to have?”

Candace did not reply right away. She paused for a few moments to look at me and Andrea holding hands and smiling. Then she said, “Well, Jacob better be your boyfriend if you are going to fuck him as passionately as you did right here.” She was pointing at the downed tree.

I quickly glanced at Andrea, who was now blushing, and I responded, “Candace, are you some sort of psychic? How did you know?”

“I’m no psychic; I saw you!” she declared to us. Then she went on something akin to a rant, except she did it quite coolly. This was a personality trait that my scholarly little sister possessed. She recapped, “I quickly finished putting away my share of the supplies at the cottage. I came running down the pathway to join both of you at the lake. I got to that bend in the pathway. I looked around it...and there you two were. Jacob was sitting there, quite the happy boy with his big erection, while you were merrily licking it! I stepped off the pathway into the woods and I got within 20 yards of you so I could have a closer look. That’s when Andrea climbed aboard and started to ride you. Nice job, Andrea! You’ll have to tell me your sex secrets so I can please my boyfriend just as well someday—if I ever get one!”

It was difficult to tell if Candace was angry or amused. I suspected it was a bit of both. Andrea wasn’t sure, either. Given her forthright nature, she bluntly asked, “Candace, are you angry at me, angry at us? Don’t you want me to have your brother as a boyfriend? Please tell me! You’re my best friend...” Then the hyperemotional Andrea began to sob.

“Whoa, Andrea! Calm down! There’s no need for tears,” Candace assured her. “No, I’m not angry. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all. You’ve never mentioned being attracted to Jacob before, so this is something I definitely was not expecting to see when I came down the pathway.”

I added, “This was a surprise to me too, Candace. It wasn’t planned.”

Candace contemptuously waved her hand at me and responded, “Males often can’t control themselves when it comes to sex. I learned that in health class in the sixth grade.”

“Right!” I happily agreed. “Your best friend is a great kisser. No normal guy would object to getting intimate with her.” I turned to Andrea and began to wipe the tears from her face with gentle strokes of my fingers. Andrea quickly embraced me and we found ourselves passionately kissing again.

“Oh, give it a rest, you two!” Candace ordered. “Let me continue. I wasn’t quite finished what I was saying to you. Andrea, as far as I’m concerned, this development with Jacob doesn’t change our friendship a single bit. I honestly don’t care who your boyfriend is. In fact, this might work out nicely. Two weeks is a long time to be up here. I might like to do things that you don’t enjoy—and vice versa. This way, if I want to do something that doesn’t interest you, I won’t feel guilty about it. You can go off with Jacob and do whatever you want to do.”

“Right again, sis!” I interjected. “Andrea, in the cottage we have lots of games and puzzles for fun. We can do a jigsaw puzzle, play Chinese checkers or chess...or we can find a private spot in the forest and I can fuck you until my penis turns blue from exhaustion.”

That remark even made my sister laugh. She looked at Andrea and said, “You wanted him, my friend. Now you’ve got him. Good luck to you! Let’s all head back to the cottage.”

“You go ahead of us, Candace,” suggested Andrea. “Jacob and I haven’t finished our kiss. We’ll be right behind you soon.”

I put a stupid, exaggerated grin on my face and waved goodbye to Candace. Then I eagerly embraced Andrea one more time for a lovely smooch.

Part Two

Andrea and I still had our hands linked when we walked into the cottage—which immediately caught my mother’s attention. She quickly declared, “Well, what do we have here? This looks very chummy.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Andrea announced, “Jacob is my new boyfriend. I love him so much! Isn’t that great?”

My mother gave us a concerned look. “Frankly,” she said, “I’m surprised, but whatever will be will be. Love is the one emotion you cannot control. Candace, show Andrea the bedroom that you two will be sharing for the next two weeks.”

Dad had overheard what Mom had said. He waved me to the big reclining chair where he was sitting with a newspaper on his lap. “Jacob, I told you to keep an eye on Andrea and agree with whatever she said—but this is a little bit beyond the call of duty, ” he told me. “Although Andrea is the same age as Candace; she’s an immature 18-year-old. You know what I’m saying, right? Don’t take advantage of the situation or let Andrea get out of control.”

I couldn’t tell him it already had, so I just said, “Yeah, Dad, sure. I know.”

Dad looked around the room to ensure Mom was absent and could not possibly hear his final remark to me. “There’s certainly nothing wrong with your eyesight, son,” he said. “Andrea is a good-looking girl. Very good-looking, indeed! She has an adorable set of tits, too. I was your age once. Be gentle with her, Jacob.” Then he gave me a swat on my butt with his newspaper. That was very enlightening. Dad was certainly more worldly and open-minded than I thought he was.

The next morning, after Mom had made everyone a large breakfast of bacon and scrambled eggs, Candace, Andrea and I decided to head to the lake for a refreshing swim. It was already a sticky day with the ever-present humidity of the season and it wasn’t even 10 a.m. I offered to linger around and help Mom with the dishes, but she shooed me away. “I’d rather you go to the lake with the girls to make sure they’re safe.”

“Okay, Mom, I’ll make sure they don’t drown in four or five feet of water!” I said sarcastically.

When I got into my swimsuit, the girls already had theirs on and were waiting for me just outside the door. Andrea reentered the cottage to show off hers to me. It was a very small white bikini with red dots on what little material it had. Wow! “Like it?” Andrea unnecessarily asked me. “I bought it specially for this vacation.”

“Do I like it? What a question,” I said. “It’s gorgeous, Andrea! You’re gorgeous. You look sensational...”

Mom intervened. “Try to control yourself, Jacob,” she admonished me. “Andrea is your sister’s friend.”

“Jacob is my boyfriend now, Mrs. Symington,” Andrea reminded her. “He’s allowed to give me compliments like that...and I like hearing them! I’ll be outside with Candace.” Andrea then sashayed out the door. I now had a greater appreciation for the cheeks of her bottom.

Mom handed me a beach towel and gave me a cold look. “Your father told me he had a little talk with you last night about Andrea. Please keep in mind what he said. As for Andrea’s bikini—you can look...but don’t touch.”

I just laughed, knowing that would be plainly impossible. I said, “I love you, Mom. I truly do. You always know exactly what to say.”

I caught up with Andrea and Candace who had started down the pathway to the lake. I initiated physical contact by promptly grabbing Andrea’s hand. “Mom’s looking at us out the front window,” Candace said, presumably as a warning for Andrea and me to control our hormones until we were out of her sight.

As soon as we went around the bend on the pathway and were out of view from the cottage, I immediately enveloped Andrea into my arms, and began to kiss her lips, cheeks, forehead, neck and even down to where the cups of her bikini began. I paused to tell her, “As I was saying before my mother rudely interrupted me, Andrea, you are gorgeous. Your bikini is gorgeous. Everything about you is gorgeous—especially the parts that are located under your bikini.”

I saw Candace roll her eyes, so I asked, “Are you jealous of Andrea’s assets, sis?” I knew immediately that comment was a little bit out of line—and I instantly regretted saying it. Even Andrea realized it.

“Jacob,” she said. “That’s not a nice thing to say to your sister. You should apologize.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Andrea,” I agreed. “I apologize, Candace. Andrea has just got me so worked up that I don’t realize what I’m saying.” I gave Candace a hug. All three of us continued our walk to the lake. After what I thought was an appropriate time I joked, “I love you, sis, but I have to be totally honest about something: Andrea is way more fun to hug than you are.”

Part Three

When we got to the beach, Candace spread out the beach blanket and set down a large canvas bag. It contained some books, a cloth hat, a puzzle magazine, and a squeeze bottle of sunscreen. She seemed in no hurry to get into the cool water despite the rising temperature. “I want to finish this one puzzle, then I’ll join you two for a swim. You two go out there by yourselves and do what I know you’re going to do.”

“Okay, sis, ” I said. “Andrea and I will be in the middle of the lake discussing philosophy. When we are finished with that, we’ll fuck like rabbits.”

I didn’t wait for Candace’s reply. I grabbed Andrea’s left hand with my right and we ran into the refreshing water. We both lost our balance when the water became about three feet deep. Andrea fell into my arms, likely by design. We embraced and continued with the passionate kisses that we had started about 15 hours before. Our being in the water and in our skimpy swimsuits made them somehow more enjoyable.

As I correctly anticipated, I was fully revived from the fucking Andrea had given me the previous night, and I was absolutely ready for another romp. This time I decided to be the aggressor. I guided Andrea to a spot in the lake that was less than four feet deep so we could easily stand. I was curious to see if bathing suits floated, so I removed mine and saw that it did. The water was still, so my trunks weren’t going to travel very far. Andrea noticed something obvious.

“Ooh, that’s a nice erection again today, Jacob!” she declared.

I thanked her for the compliment. Then I completely went against Mom’s instructions: I took the liberty of removing Andrea’s bikini top. Her goodies were just as appealing when wet as they were on dry land, perhaps even more so. I was enchanted.

“God, I love your breasts, Andrea. They are lovely!” I told her before burying my face into her upper torso. I promptly licked her left tit, and then her right. I fondled her nipples with my thumbs. I moved behind her so I could reach around her chest and caress them fully.

“You’re a horny boyfriend this morning, Jacob...I like it!” said Andrea.

“If I’m not horny while fondling you, there’s something seriously wrong with me,” I informed my 18-year-old sex partner. Then I yanked down her bikini bottoms and placed them approximately where Andrea’s top was floating. Next, I did something I hadn’t done the night before: I fingered Andrea’s vaginal area which obviously pleased her. One of her moans was loud enough to be clearly heard by Candace who put down her puzzle book for another free sex show starring her brother and her best friend. My only regret was that I could not lick her precious pussy because of the depth of the water.

No matter. I then aggressively fucked her. I maneuvered Andrea so that we faced each other. Then I lifted her slightly so I could penetrate her with my throbbing erection which was below the top of the water. Andrea had her arms wrapped lovingly around my chest as I began thrusting with great gusto. The same wonderful sensation that I had gotten when Andrea rode me the night before returned when my dick entered Andrea’s love box over and over again. Even better, it felt more erotic with my being in control of the situation this time.

“This feels great, Andrea!” I exclaimed.

“It does for me too—just don’t come inside me, please, Jacob.”

I promised I wouldn’t—and it was a promise I kept. When I felt myself getting to the familiar point where I was going to launch my load, I pulled out of my young sweetheart’s lovely pussy. Andrea let go of me and put her hands in the water to grope for my dick. I stood on my tiptoes so my penis would be above the water level so she could see it, which was a little bit weird. She lustfully grabbed for it and jerked me to a pleasurable climax. This time the majority of my warm jism splattered onto Andrea’s pretty but slightly wet face. I groaned with manly pride and satisfaction at my orgasm. My voice was loud enough to distract Candace from the puzzle she was struggling to complete.

I was thrilled, but Andrea was a little bit put off by the outcome. “I never liked it when Gerald came on my face,” she told me honestly. “I didn’t mind him coming in my mouth so I could swallow it, but the feeling of gooey stuff sticking on my face is a major turnoff for me. Gerald didn’t care, though. He came on me wherever he wanted.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely keep that in mind for our future fucking sessions, Andrea,” I diplomatically said to her. “I want to please you, not annoy you.”

We were about to kiss when I spotted a strand of my jism splattered on her forehead. With my right index finger, I scooped it from her face and stuck it into her open mouth before she could say no. To my great delight, Andrea quite liked it. She lapped it up eagerly.

“That last part was gross!” shouted Candace from her distant beach blanket.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” Andrea shouted back to her.

I was really starting to like this girl, beautiful 18-year-old Andrea Myers, even though she was undeniably a bit on the nutty side.