Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Copyright 2003, Clayton. ALL Rights Reserved Story_codes: mggg, inc, cons Story_intro: Mum has a headache and banishes the kids to coventry, AKA the caravan on the other side of the creek. See what happens after one of the kids invites the ire of Huey the rain god. By Clayton <email@example.com> G'day. Long time no see. But I'm still here and I'll take this opportunity to answer some of the questions I've received since my last effort left you screaming 'bad things' about me. Actually most of them boil down to variations on the same question. Sorry, so far there is no more to follow on from any of my already published tales. Every now and then I do try to return to them, and sometimes I even manage a few paragraphs. However, progress is slow, and anyone holding their breath in anticipation is suicidal. <grin> Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. No illegal activity described herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child. Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure. If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you in possession of this document or your cum causes your space bar to stop working. If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of "parents". If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the landscape. My personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should feel free to do and think as they please such that their actions do not adversely impact on the lives of others. Oh, and to those couple of authors who have seen fit to 'borrow' my disclaimer. I don't really mind that you have done so, and in fact I'm a little bit flattered. However, it would have been nice of you to ask first. Clayton's Kids - The Caravan Written by Clayton "Listen you lot." My mother says in that strained tone of voice that told us that she was at the end of her tether. "If you don't get out of my hair this instant I'm going to do something that you're going to regret for the rest of your lives. Which the way you're going right now will be about five minutes." "But what can we do?" Tisiphone, my little sister, complains, "There's nothing on TV and it's pouring outside." "I don't really care, just so long as it's quiet." Mum says tightly, "Go and play Monopoly or something." "But all the games are out in the caravan." "Good. Go play out there." Mum says, "And I don't want to see hide nor hair of you before tea." "What about me?" I ask, knowing it was a mistake the moment I spoke. I should have kept my mouth shut and hoped she didn't notice me. "You can go too." she declares. "Mu-um." I complain. At thirteen, the last thing I wanted was to be confined all afternoon in a sixteen foot caravan with three giggling eight and ten year old girls. "Don't Mu-um me." she says, "Don't think I haven't seen you teassing the girls and stirring them up. You know I've got a stinking headache, and all you've done is made it worse." "Sorry Mum." I mumble. "What if I go to my room?" "No dice." she declares, "I'm going to lie down and all of you are going out there. And I've changed my mind about tea too. Take whatever you want from the cupboards and stay out there till bedtime." Mum really was looking sick, so I gathered the girls up with my eye and took them through to the kitchen as Mum turned in the other direction and shut herself in her bedroom. We quickly grabbed a few things: a loaf of bread, a tub of marge and a jar of Vegemite, some fruit and a couple of cans of spaghetti and put them in a bucket to carry them out to the van. Outside, the rain has temporarily slowed to a light drizzle, so we just make a break for it, and make it into the van just in time for the heavens to open up, covering the last hundred metres or so with a wall of water advancing rapidly from our right. Within seconds the rain is coming down harder than is has all day. "Ha missed us Hewie." Zoe jeers at the sky through the still open door. One should not taunt the gods. On the heels of her words the rain redoubles in ferocity, coming down so hard it is impossible to see anything but the vaguest outline of the old machinery shed only metres away. Suddenly there is an incredible flash followed a split second later by an earsplitting crack. The girls shriek with fright that is only half pretended. "Close the door Geoff!" Lara exhorts shrilly. Laughing I pull the door closed as a second crackling bolt of lightning rips the sky asunder. "Shit Zoe." Lara rounds on her little sister, "What'd you have to say that for?" "Seemed like a good idea at the time." Zoe giggles nervously, flinching as another actinic flash briefly lights the gloomy interior of the van. Less than a second later another enormous tearing sound assaults our ears. "I think he means it." Tisi giggles, "Mum didn't know when she was well off." "I guess not." I chuckle, "But it's too late now. Someone get the lights." Even with every light in the van on, the lightning still shows behind the curtains, but at least now it doesn't fill the interior of the van with looming shadows. By this time I have learnt not to say anything as the girls put the food away (like why bother, we're going to be eating it in a couple of hours anyway). As they are doing that, I start setting up the Monopoly board. Lara and Tisi slide into the seats nearest the door, and Zoe pushes herself in next to me, looking up at me adoringly, not at all perturbed by my answering glare. Shit. Opposite us, My sister and her friend collapse against each other in a fit of giggles. "Geoff's got a girlfriend. Geoff's got a girlfriend." they carol hilariously. "Just shut up and roll the dice." I snarl through clenched teeth. Still giggling, they take turns to roll and then hand the dice across to Zoe. She rolls and then I do. "Ha double six." I gloat. "I'm first. I'm the shoe and I'm gonna kick your skinny little arses." "You and who's army?" Tisi snorts back. I should have kept my mouth shut. That one double six was my sole piece of good luck for the entire game. While the girls sail around the board in an orgy of tens, elevens and twelves, and a goodly number of doubles, I plod around with threes, fours and fives, with no less than thee trips to Jail before I finally manage to pass Go for the first time. In the meantime they are all on their third or fourth circuit and between them, they have already bought up half the board, swapping properties amongst themselves so that they each have one complete set. My money quickly dribbles away, first in tens and twenties as they gleefully demand their rent, then later in hundreds as they start to develop their properties. Nor will they let me concede defeat, instead forcing me to play the game out to my last dollar. "Outa my way runt." I snarl when the humiliation is finally over, "I've gotta take a piss." "You're gonna get drowned." Lara laughs tauntingly, lifting the curtain behind her to peer gleefully at the rain still sheeting down outside. "That's what you think." I say as I kick the door open and stand in the opening. "You're gross." Tisiphone says making a gagging sound. "You're just jealous because you can't piss standing up." I jeer at her. As I fumble with my fly Lara puts her mouth to Tisi's ear, and a moment later the window beside me rattles open as they both stick their heads out. "Get out of it you perverts." I yell, hastily tucking my prick back into my pants. "Nope." they giggle. "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you." I threaten. "Really?" Tisi giggles, "Remember what happened last time you tried." I wasn't likely to forget that incident. My little sister has a blue belt in Judo, and it took her only seconds to have me begging for mercy as she coolly threatened to break my arm the next time I tried to hit her. "Please?" I pleaded in conciliatory tones, "I'm really busting." "You can piss your pants if you want," she tells me complacently, "but we're not moving. One way or another we're gonna get a good giggle out of you." I try to hold out, but the rain sheeting past my face soon has me hopping uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "Bitches." I mutter, making them giggle. Finally I have to give in, or I really will piss myself. Red faced and uncomfortably near to tears, I pull out my cold shriveled little worm of a dick and piss out into the rain. Beside me three little girls gasp in bug eyed wonder. When I finish, I spin around and wave my dick at them angrily, "There." I snarl with my eyes prickling with tears of embarrassment, "Get a good fucking look why don't you?" I guess my emotions must have gotten through to them, as they all quickly turn away. "Sorry Geoff." my little sister mumbles contritely. "Fuck you!" I yell as I storm down to the bunks at the other end of the van and throw myself down. Behind me, I hear soft whispers and I find it even harder to hold back the tears. Some ten minutes later, soft footsteps approach me. "We're really sorry Geoff." Lara mumbles. "Uh-huh." Zoe and my sister agree. "Just piss off and leave me alone." I snarl back. "We didn't mean to make you cry Geoff." Zoe says. "I'M NOT CRYING." I shout. "Shit Zoe, shut up." Tisiphone snarls. To me, she says pleadingly, "Please Geoff? We really didn't mean anything bad by it. We just thought it'd be fun." "Yeah right." I snarl, "You wanted to make me piss my pants, or show you my dick so you can laugh about it to all your mates. Either way you and everyone else at school is now gonna get a good giggle at my expense." "No we won't." Tisi tells me, "We promise not to ever say anything to anyone, not ever." "Yeah right." I say disbelievingly. "We really mean it Geoff." Zoe says, sounding near tears herself, "Please, just come back and play with us again. I promise I won't ever try to kiss you again." "Please Geoff?" My sister and Lara plead together. "O.K." I mutter ungraciously, "In a minute." "Do you want to play Hearts this time?" Tisi asks. "Whatever." I tell them. When I rise, all three girls immediately look away from me uncomfortably, Their obvious discomfort at what they did to me, doesn't exactly improve my frame of mind, but at least it makes me feel they might keep their word about keeping quiet. I know I should say something to acknowledge this, but I don't know what. Instead I just open the fridge and say, Who wants a coke?" I hand them around, Tisi looks like she might say something, but subsides in the heat of my glare with a muffled "Thanks." Winning the first three hands in a row puts me in a better frame of mind, and it's soon as if nothing had happened. A tremendous burp from me shocks a startled giggle from the girls, which is abruptly cut off for fear that I might think it is at me, but I've had enough time to put things mostly in perspective, so I just laugh and say, "Beat that." They try, and fail miserably, until Zoe lets go with a ripper right in my ear. Loud enough to rattle the windows, it startles me so much that the cards I'm shuffling spill into my lap and onto the floor. Cursing good-naturedly, I crawl under the table to retrieve them, and a moment later Zoe joins me to help as the other two shriek with laughter. "Good one." I chuckle, and she grins. Then as I am picking up cards, she pokes me in the side and when I look at her she points towards her sister and mine, mouthing the word, "Look." I look and there, less than a metre from my nose are a pair of pastel green knickers belonging to Lara. My first thought is, 'So what.' I've often accidentally seen the knickers of all three girls as they play, and my sister's on any number of occasions as she makes a dash from her room to the bathroom or vice versa. Then several things kick in together to change the situation. First there's the illicit nature of deliberately looking up Lara's skirt while she is totally unaware of my scrutiny, which is somehow coupled with their looking at me earlier. Then there is the realisation that the kickers Lara are wearing are anything but new. They're so small that the legbands don't meet her thighs on either side, and repeated washings have worn the tightly stretched cloth to near transparency. Not only can I see the shape of her pussy mound, I can actually see a hint of darker colour inside the slightly parted slit running down the middle. Being thirteen. and almost perpetually horny, the sight of Lara's fat, ten year old cunny just barely clad in a totally inadequate pair of pastel green knickers is more than enough to make me instantly hard. Of course being thirteen, my suddenly tumescent state also embarrasses the shit out of me, but at the same time, I find myself thinking, 'Wouldn't they've got a shock if they'd seen this before?' I'm so engrossed in the sight before me that I don't notice Zoe's first couple of jabs, and the one that finally gets my attention is close to a full blown punch. She flinches slightly at my glare, then point's insistently between my sister's knees. 'Shit!' I'd rather look at her sister, since I already knew that my sister only had the sensible kind of knickers, the kind that came up almost as high as her belly button. But just to humour Zoe I looked anyway. After all, she was the one who'd pointed out the visual delights of her sister's crotch to me. 'FUCK!!!' My jaw damn near hits the floor at the sight between Tisi's thighs. At some time in the past the knickers she's wearing had indeed been the sensible kind, but not any more. They'd obviously been quite baggy when new, because they still technically covered the same amount of flesh now as then, but now they were stretched as smooth and tight as Lara's and the fabric was even more threadbare. I could actually see her tan lines through it. Not only that, but there were actual holes though which I could see bare skin, and right there in the middle, actually poking through the biggest hole at the very top of her slit was something that looked very like a tiny dick. I couldn't fucking believe it, I was actually seeing a part of a girl's cunt in the flesh. The fact that the cunt in question belonged to my sister was irrelevant, it was a girl's actual cunt, and to my horny thirteen year old mind that was all that mattered. I don't know how long I stared at my sister's exposed cunt, but this time Zoe started out with a solid punch to my ribs in order to get my attention. Grinning, she holds up the rest of the cards which she'd gathered while I was otherwise occupied and indicated with her eyes that we'd probably been down there long enough. I didn't want to get up, but I knew I'd better before my sister looked down and caught me looking up her skirt. For sure, she really would break my arm if she caught me doing that. On an impulse, I leaned over and briefly pressed my lips against Zoe's. She might only be my sister's best friend's eight year old, skinny runt of a little sister, and a total pest as well, because of her infatuation with me. An infatuation which my kiss was only going to make worse, but she deserved the reward for pointing out the paradise that lay between our sisters' legs to me. "Hey! What's taking so long?" My sister's head appears under the edge of the table. She takes one look at us and giggles. "I think he kissed her." "What? OW!" Lara's head collides with Tisi's as she drops down to look too. However, the pain doesn't stop her taking in our expressions, mine red faced with embarrassment, and hers still totally stunned. "Yeah," she giggles, "That or he slapped her face with a mullet and I don't smell any fish." "Just shut up O.K." I mutter as I scramble to get back into my seat. Lamely I explain, "I was just thanking her for helping me to pick up the cards." "Yeah sure." Tisiphone drawls and giggles delightedly, "What are you going to give me to keep quiet about this?" "And me?" Lara chortles. "How about I don't give you a black eye?" I growl threateningly. "Even if you could do it, it'd be worth it." Tisi snickers. "Now hurry up and deal while I contemplate the price of my silence." "Big words for a little girl. Try saying them with your jaw in a sling." I muter darkly as I begin to deal, "Judo only works if you can see it coming." "Ooh, I'm sooo scared." my little sister cries in mock fear. For the next several hands the game is punctuated by loud snickers and significant looks from the other side of the table. Eventually they die out though, and the game continues until Lara squirms uncomfortably in her seat and turns to look out the window. "Shit, I wish it would stop raining." "Why what's your problem?" I ask with a grin. I'd been observing both her and my sister shifting restlessly in their seats for several minutes now, and I had a fair idea of what it might be. "Nothing." she mumbles, pinking slightly, "I just wish it would stop raining that's all." "Well, I don't think it's going to any time soon." I observe picking up my can and draining it. "I think it's coming down even heavier than before. Does anyone want another drink?" "No, not yet." Lara says quickly. "I'm still drinking mine." "I do." Zoe holds up her can with a broad grin that tells me she shares my suspicions. "Damn," I mutter loudly as I look into the fridge, "There's only two cans left . We'll have to share one between us. I'll get you a glass Zoe." "No that's O.K." Lara says quickly, "We don't want any more. Do we?" "No, I've got plenty." Tisi all but gabbles her words. "Oh we wouldn't dream of taking your drink." I say unctuously, "It wouldn't be polite." I return to the table with one can of Coke and two glasses, Lara shudders at the sudden hiss of escaping gas as I open the can and hastily looks away as I begin to pour a slow trickle into one of the glasses. "What does this sound remind you of?" I ask her with studied innocence. "Nothing?" she mutters between tightly clenched teeth. "Really?" I ask, "What about you Tisi? Remind you of anything?" "You bloody well know it does." she snarls, "Now stop it!" "Why?" I ask innocently, winking at Zoe, "I'm only pouring my girlfriend a drink. Surely that's all right with you." I hand her the three quarters filled glass, and pick up the empty, "Now I'll just pour mine and we can get back to our game. Except maybe we'll play *whist* instead." "Stop it!" she squeaks, her face screwed up in an expression I'm finding hilarious. "Please Geoff?" she begs, "You know we want to pee." "So I'm not stopping you." I say, still pouring my glass with agonising slowness. "But it's pouring out there. We'll get soaked." "Why I do believe you're right." I observe complacently, adding with a chuckle, "You might even say it's pissing down." "It's not funny Geoff." Lara yelps. "Depends on your point of view." I laugh, "From this side of the table it looks frigging hilarious. Right Zoe?" "Yep." she giggles, "Oh look, you gave me more than you got, Let me pour some into your glass." "NO!" By this time both Lara and Tisiphone are clutching themselves tightly and hunching over with the effort of holding their pee in. "Which one do you think'll pee herself first?" I ask Zoe conversationally, "I bet a dollar it's your sister." "O.K." Zoe grins, "Oops, too much, you'll have to pour some back." "Would you two fucking stop it." Tisi squeaks. "But we're having so much fun." I pout. "We're not." "So this is a problem for me?" I ask. "It will be if you make me piss myself." she threatens. "Well go then." I tell her. "How?" she says almost in tears, "We can't just stand in the door like you can." "Use the bucket then." I say pointing to the empty bucked we'd used to carry the food down from the house. "I can't pee in front of you!" she yelps. "I can!" Lara cries lurching out of her seat, already wrenching at her knickers as she stumbles towards the bucket sitting in the middle of the floor. Kicking one foot free, she straddles the bucket and squats. Oblivious of me, she lifts the front of her skirt to reveal her hairless, ten year old pussy. "Ah shit that's good!" she gasps with relief as a thick yellow stream jets powerfully from between her pussy lips and into the bucket. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Hurry up." Tisiphone bounces from one foot to the other, clutching herself between the legs with her right hand. The moment Lara finishes, my sister shoves her aside and then stops, looking at me, she says, "Don't look." "Maybe you should have thought of that earlier." I reply. "Geoff please?" she begs. "Oh shit!" Suddenly she no longer cares, Tearing at her knickers, she all but rips them from her body and squats over the bucket already pissing before she has fully lowered herself. My sister's pussy is reddened and swollen from the rubbing she has given it in her efforts to hold in her piss, and the little dick like appendage I'd seen peeking through her knickers earlier is even more in evidence now. A centimetre thick and almost three centimetres long, it completely fills the top half of her slit. "You are so fucking dead." she says looking up at me. "Turnabout's fair play." I tell her. "I might have given you a little privacy now, if you'd given me some earlier." "He's right you know." Lara says, "We weren't very fair to him, so why should he be fair to us?" Tisiphone mutters something which might charitably be called acquiescence as she stands and pulls her knickers back up. Beside me, Zoe jabs me in the ribs. "Move please. I've gotta go too." Unlike the two older girls, Zoe is wearing a pair of shorts. And with them a huge grin, making it obvious that she has no problem at all with me watching. Looking directly at me, she makes a real production of slipping them down over her hips to her feet before stepping out of them completely. Next she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her cartoon adorned knickers and works them downwards with millimetric precision, taking what seems like an eternity before the top of her eight year old slit is finally exposed to me. Her amazingly sexy performance has me so enthralled that I don't realise that I'm leaning towards her in anticipation until my sister nudges me and dryly observes, "She's a bit young for you don't you think?" I glance briefly up into her grinning face and then look back towards Zoe. Right now I don't give a shit that more than five years separate us. Pussy is pussy, and this pussy is being show purely for my benefit. Then just as I get my first glimpse, she steals it away from me by bending to push her knickers down to her ankle, making me moan with disappointment. A second later she straightens and hooks them up with her toe to fling them straight in my face. Still warm from her body, they slide over my cheek like the finest silk and fall, draping over my tightly clasped hands. Grinning hugely at the effect she is having on me, Zoe stands astride the bucket and uses her fingers to peel the two halves of her hairless little pussy apart, revealing its shiny, pale pink interior. At the top, a miniature copy of Tisi's girl-dick pokes out between her fingers. Then while she is still standing a thick golden rope shoots out from somewhere beneath it and pounds noisily into the piss already collected in the bucket. "Boys aren't the only ones who can pee standing up." she crows. By this time my head is almost at knee level as I bend in my seat to get the best view. So when she finishes and saunters over to be to reclaim her knickers, I find myself with my nose and eyes just centimetres from her delicate little slit. Involuntarily, I inhale. The strongest smell is fresh piss, but beneath that is another aroma. Something I've never smelled before, but which goes straight to my rock hard cock, making it twitch powerfully. Shit, how I wished I could jerk off right there and then, but the two older girls at least were a major inhibitory presence. My balls ached with my need, but it would have to wait until I was in bed later that night. I sure as hell wasn't going to need a stick book tonight. "Get a good sniff why don'cha?" my sister says snidely, "You are so sick." Since saying anything is worse than saying nothing, I ignore her, though I do straighten up as I hand Zoe her knickers. Zoe thanks me as she takes them from my hand, and then without the fanfare she'd made earlier, simply stoops and slips them over her feet and pulls them up snugly onto her hips, but when she turn and bends to retrieve her shorts, she grins back over her shoulder at me as she flourishes her cotton encased derriere with a brief waggle. A moment later she straightens and pulls her shorts up over it and the show is over. "Well did you get a good enough look?" Tisi asks nastily, planting herself in front of me with her hands on her hips. "Pretty much." I reply mildly, "Though I wouldn't mind another look at you to see if you really do have a dick." "Oooh I hate you!" she sobs and flings herself past me to throw herself facedown on the bunk I'd occupied earlier. "She started it." I reply in response to the look Lara gives me. Sniffing, she flounces off after her friend. "Well?" I ask looking at Zoe. "I don't hate you." she replies meekly. "Yeah I guess not." I mumble, "Sorry. What do you want to play?" "How about Gin?" she asks softly. "O.K." I agree. "Sorry I drooled all over you like that before." I mumble as I deal out the cards, "It's just that you were pretty hot the way you took your clothes off like that." "That's O.K." she giggles softy, "I wanted you to look at me like that." "I still shouldn't have done it." I say, "I mean you are still a little girl." "I know." she says sadly, "I wish I was bigger so I really could be your girlfriend." "You know something." I chuckle, "So do I." "Really?" she squeals. "Hey keep it down." I caution her, "Those two are mad enough at us already, but yeah I do." "Can we just pretend sometimes?" she asks wistfully, "I know we can't let anyone see, but when those two go off and leave me, can we sometimes? I really liked it when you kissed me." "I could tell." I grin, "Yeah, I guess I could give you a kiss sometimes. Just so long as no one sees. I've got a reputation you know." I straighten and puff out my chest. "Yeah as a cradle snatcher." Lara giggles appearing out of nowhere. "You just leave my baby sister alone." "Why don't you just butt out of it?" Zoe snaps, "It's none of your business. He's just being nice to me." "Yeah how nice?" my sister says cattily. "Now who's being sick?" I snap, "If you think I'd actually do anything..." "Woah sorry I said anything." Tisi says holding up her hands defensively, "I was coming up here to say sorry and then I said that instead. I know you wouldn't really do anything bad, and I shouldn't really blame you for drooling when Zoe did her striptease, I reckon it woulda made a dead man sit up and take notice and you are only thirteen." "What the hell are you talking about?" I snap, "You're only ten." "Shit, did it again." she mutters, "Look sorry, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant is you've got all those hormones going everywhere and if any girl strips off in front of you like that you're gonna tale notice." I nod reluctant agreement to this, and she goes on, "I mean you can't not take notice. Hell, I've seen you looking at Gran's bum when she bends over and she's old and fat." "I think you better quit while you're ahead." I growl. "But yeah, I guess you're right. And I'm sorry too for what I said. O.K.?" "I think I deserved it." she says magnanimously. "Maybe," I agree with a grin, "but I probably shouldn't have said it in front of other people like that." "You're supposed to say 'no you didn't' you dork." she laughs. "O.K. No you didn't you dork." I say with as straight a face as I can muster. "I don't know why I bother." she says, rolling her eyes in conscious imitation of our mother. "Friends?" "Yeah, friends." I agree with a grin. "Good, now get over there with your girlfriend and deal the cards. We're going to beat the pants off you." "Sez you." I jeer, sliding in next to Zoe and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "Got a kiss for your boyfriend?" She looks up at me startled and glances over at our sisters. "Forget it." I say deliberately misinterpreting the look, "If they want a kiss, they can kiss each other." She giggles at this, saying, "They do, I've seen them doing it." "ZOE!" Lara and Tisiphone shriek in unison as I snort with laughter. "That was only practicing." "See?" I say bending down to brush my lips over hers, "We can do our pretending right here in front of them and they don't dare say anything to anyone, or we could say something about them, not to mention a certain bucket. Speaking of which, I'd better empty it before it stinks they place out." "it's called a clit by the way." Tisi says as I slide back into my seat a few moments later. "What?" "My dick." she says, "It's called a clit, or a clitoris actually. Jeez you really do only look at the pictures don'cha?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Those dirty magazines you've got hidden under your bottom drawer." she giggles, "All you do is jack off while you look at all those pictures of tits and cunts. You should read the words too, you might learn something." "Hey, you're too young to look at them." I say in shock. "So are you." she fires back, "It says you've got to be eighteen on the cover. You know that really is a pathetic hiding place." "Well, that sort of depends on its purpose doesn't it?" I say knowingly. "Wadda ya mean?" "Think about it for a minute." I say, "Who around here is even more snoopy than you are? And can cause me more grief too?" "Mum?" She looks at me with an uncommon degree of respect. "That's not bad for a dumb-arsed big brother. What made you think of it?" "You know for a smart-arse genius of a little sister you can be pretty stupid." I return the insult in kind, "You said it yourself. I'm thirteen years old. And thirteen year old boys have stick books, it's a fact of life and Mum knows that. So I just make damned sure she finds the ones I want her to find if she goes looking and not the ones I most definitely don't want her to find. As a matter of fact, I thought she had, but if you've been messing them around it was probably you." "Nah it must have been her." Tisi says, "When I snoop, I put everything back exactly the way I find it." "Good," I say, "that means she probably won't go looking anywhere else." But I will." she giggles. She rests her elbow on the table and cups her chin in her hand. "Now if I was an almost intelligent thirteen year old boy where would I hide something I didn't want anyone else, especially my mother, to find?" She looks at me and remarks, "You know, I'm going to find it in the end, so why don't you just tell me now and save us both the trouble?" "Forget it." I tell her severely, "You haven't got a hope. Besides, you wouldn't be interested anyway, there's hardly any writing and it's in German. So if you want something to jack off to, you're outa luck." "Jill off." she says absently, still obviously thinking furiously. "Huh?" "Jack and Jill dummy." she says scornfully, "Boys jack off, and girls jill off. Now shut up and let me think." "Both of you shut up and play cards." Lara interjects, "You can snoop on your own time." "Oh all right." Tisi says, "I can think about it while we're playing anyway." "O.K." Lara says expertly rifling the cards. Suddenly she grins at my sister, "Wanna make it interesting?" "Like how?" Tisi asks. "You said you wanted to beat the pant's off of him." Lara giggles, "Wanna do it for real?" "Huh?" "He's right you know." Lara grins, "For a smart-arsed genius you are pretty dumb." "Just shut up and tell us." Tisi growls. "We play for clothes and just count the points to see who looses each hand. Otherwise, if we played it all the way to fifty each time it'd take forever." Lara explains. "We've all got the same amount on. Tops bottoms and undies, well, you're wearing a dress, but you can just drop the top part and that's the same." "Yeah that works." Tisi says analytically, "but we better just make the queen of spades count as a normal card or it'll go too fast ." "Yeah, get her and game over." Lara laughs. "Just hang on a sec." I finally interrupt, "Don't I get a say in this." "Yeah," Tisi giggles, "You say 'Yes'. Otherwise there's not much point is there? You're the one we're interested in seeing again." "What if two people get the same score?" Zoe asks. "Then I guess both have to take something off." Tisi says, and turns to me. "Well Geoff, you gonna risk it?" "Why should I?" I ask, "I've just got to wait until one of you needs to pee again." "Uh-uh." she grins shaking her head. "Next time, we won't be in such a hurry and we'll hold up a blanket so you can't see. And then we'll just wait for *you* to pee." "Well I'll just ask Zoe then." I say, "She doesn't mind if I look." "You would too you pervert." Tisi says, but this time with a grin that takes the sting out of it. Zoe giggles, "I might let you look, but only if you show me yours first." "Well big brother?" Tisi grins. "That's still better than showing you two as well." I reply. "Aw come on." Tisi says, "We're older than she is, so we're more interested. Besides," she adds calculatingly, "it's three to one that one of us will loose everything before you do anyway." "Yeah but that last chance means I don't see anything interesting." "Chicken!" she mutters. "O.K. then. Even if you loose, I'll still let you look at me." Me too." Zoe puts in. "Hey that's not fair." Lara cries, "He gets what he wants no matter what, and we only get one chance in four." Tisi grabs Lara's head, pulls her ear down to her mouth and whispers fiercely for several seconds. When she's released it, Lara looks up and say, "I'll do it too." "Hang on a sec." I say. "You're saying, if I loose, I get to see all three of you, but if I don't I only see one of you. Right? You're expecting me to try to loose aren't you?" "Hey, you're not as dumb as you look.:" Tisi says with mock surprise, "If you lose the payoff is three times bigger than if you don't. Plus, we get what we want, as well. No one looses." "But what if I decide: seen one seen them all?" I ask smugly . "You won't." she says with a knowing smirk. "Hell!" I grin wryly, "You're right. So why don't we just forget the card game altogether and just strip off now?" "Ah, but you might not lose." she grins. "Anyway, it'll be more interesting this way. You'll see." "Yeah O.K." I agree. "Cut for deal?" "Nah, you do it." she says. "But not yet. Let's put the table down and make it into the bed first. We'll just have to do it later otherwise." A couple of minutes later we set back down, but this time without the table between us. I deal out thirteen cards each and the game is on. Zoe passes me three big hearts in the first hand, and despite my best efforts, a few minutes later my shirt starts the pile. Sure the idea was for me to loose in the end, but I don't want to make it too easy. I figure that it will be a lot more fun to see if I can get one of the others down to her undies first. Zoe's shirt follows mine, and with a slightly self-conscious giggle she offers her flat chest and two tiny pink nipples up for my scrutiny. Then Lara's skirt is added to the growing pile. Sneaky ploy to distract me? Or self-consciousness about the brand new walnut sized boobs that I've noticed appearing beneath her bathing suit over the last few weeks? Finally just to even things up, Tisiphone drops the top of her dress, and I'm surprised to see that my little sister has boobs even larger than her friend's. Time for me to loose a hand, but unfortunately disaster strikes. Of the thirteen hearts on offer, I end up with just one, and the remaining twelve are distributed evenly, four each, amongst the girls. Suddenly, I am left with jeans and undies, while all three of the girls are down to just their knickers. "Hey, you're supposed to be losing." Tisi complains as she strips her dress off and flings it on the pile. "Yeah well I can't do that if one of you doesn't win." I reply, adding with a chuckle, "Besides this way, I might just win all the way. Lara's knickers almost might as well not be there." Lara looks down at herself and squeals when she realises just how little her knickers cover, and how utterly inadequate, what little cover does exist, is. "Jeez yeah," Tisi giggles looking between her friend's crossed legs. "You can talk." Lara yelps, hastily dropping a hand to cover herself. "Half of yours aren't even there." That, I'd already noticed with considerable dick hardening interest. In her haste earlier to get them down when she was busting for a piss, she'd torn the hole over her clit to the point where at least three quarters of her pussy now poked through. "Oh shit!" she cries looking down and immediately slapping her hand over the gaping hole. "So," I finish with crowing delight, "If Zoe looses this time, I get to see pretty much everything anyway, and you see nothing. Hell, I might get lucky like the last hand and get to see all of you in the altogether." "That's not fair." Tisi mumbles, grabbing her dress and stuffing it down between her legs. "I don't want to play any more." "Uh-uh-uh." I wave my finger at her, "Naughty, naughty being a spoilsport." "If you think I'm gonna give you your thrills without me getting something out of it, you've got another thing coming buster." she cries. "No way!" Lara says fiercely, "You said you'd play. It's no fair backing out now just because you might loose." "Yeah O.K." Tisi agrees, if a trifle ungraciously. She looks at me accusingly, "But you were supposed to try and loose you said so." "Actually I didn't." I reply, "But truthfully, I haven't exactly been trying to win either, that's just how it turned out. Still it wouldn't have been much fun if I just lost every thing while you were all still completely dressed either, so I was just trying to keep things more or less even for a bit." "Yeah well it worked real well didn't it?" "So let's fix it." I say reasonably. "How?" she asks. "Play it out till everyone's naked." I say, "and if someone hasn't got anything left, the winner gets to truth or dare them. Fair?" "Yeah, I guess so." she agrees. "Have you got a hankie or something I can put inside my undies to cover the hole until I loose them for real?" "Yeah O.K." I say offering her a fortunately clean hankie. "Thanks." she murmurs as she turns her back to make her adjustments. Five minutes later she mutters an unladylike, "Oh shit!" and stands to skim off her knickers. "I shouldn't have bothered." she giggles handing me my hankie back, "I might have done better with the distraction." "You mean I might have done worse?" I chuckle. "Yep." she giggles, "Had a good enough look yet?" "For now." I laugh. "Besides I can see more when you sit down." "Just for that I'm going to kneel." "Bugger." I mutter. Now that she's kneeling, I can't even see the top of her slit. Another five minutes, and I'm the one standing red faced in the middle as I lower my jeans to a chorus of catcalls and whistles. Nor is my state of mind helped one whit by the hardon filling my jocks. In much the same way as with Lara, size and shape are clearly defined, leaving very little to the imagination. "Jeez, it looks heaps bigger than before." Zoe breathes wonderingly. "That's because he's got a stiffy from looking at us." Tisi giggles. "Just shut up and give Zoe your bloody cards." I mutter as I return to my place. "Oh poo." Lara pouts as she counts off five hearts, to my four, Zoe's three and Tisi's one. "Get 'em off." Tisi giggles, reaching out to snap the legband on Lara's bum. "Ouch." she squeals jerking to her feet. "Dah, dah, dum..." Grinning broadly, I clap and chant the rhythm as she stands blushingly in the middle. She pokes her tongue out at me and then as Zoe and Tisi join in, she giggles and starts to bump and grind in time with what might charitably be called the music. However, while Gypsy Rose Lee might have provided the 'music', her moves were a damned sight more modern. She cups her hands over her just forming breasts and teases the nipples up into stiff pink peaks. Her hand clutches her groin and pumps it back and forth, before curling around the front panel of her knickers and compressing them into a narrow rope that disappears into her slit. Using it as a handle, she jerks her pelvis back and forth just centimetres from my face. Flushed with something more than embarrassment, she curls the fingers of her free hand in my hair and pain blossoms, and is just as quickly forgotten, as she jerks me forwards to grind the front of her pussy on my chin. My nose mashed sideways by her fingers, is filled with her scent. Similar to the aroma behind the pee I'd noticed earlier with Zoe, but a lion's roar to a kitten's first mewl in comparison. She flings me back with a contemptuous flick of her wrist and turns to present me with her buttocks. Her fingers curl and her knickers are a pale green cord stretched through her pussy and butt cracks. She saws it back and forth and the pale cord darkens with moisture where it passes between her thighs. With a flex of her shoulders and biceps and there is a sound that to my ears rivals the sky rending thunder that had greeted Zoe's taunt to the gods. Now her knickers truly are a rope stretched between her hands. Only her innermost secrets remains hidden from my rapt gaze. She is bare from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head except for that one thin green length of cord filling her hairless slit. Her toe passes millimetres from my nose as she kicks her leg high in the air. There is a brief flash of glistening pink flesh, while she draws the rope of cloth past her raised foot and then she is gone, spinning behind me. A flash of green passes before my eyes and then I feel pressure on my throat that pulls upwards under my chin, lifting my head and tilting it back to look up into enormous black pupils surrounded by barely visible rings of intense aquamarine. Leaving a cooling trail of wetness, she draws the twisted nylon cord around the point of my chin, past my dry lips, moistening them with her essence. And then my head explodes, filled with the sweet, exquisite scent of her most intimate crease. An eye blink later it's over. Without seeming to cover the intervening space, she is kneeling beside my sister, looking down at the wreckage of her knickers that are still stretched between her hands a slightly bemused expression on her face. "Did I just do what I think I did?" she breathily asks the empty air before her. Sounding more than a little breathy herself Tisi replies, "We'll you didn't quite melt his brains and make them pour out his ears, but you did melt something else." "What happened?" Zoe asks, sounding both confused and worried. "Is he O.K.?" As I become more aware of their voices, I also become increasingly aware of the sticky, mess cooling in my lap. No wonder I hadn't noticed Lara moving back to her seat. Her incredible performance had been too much for my thirteen year old body to handle, and I'd cum in my pants without a single touch. "Eew!" Zoe makes a noise of disgust as she to notices the dark patch of wetness covering my now shrunken prick. "You made him pee his pants." "Nah that's sperm." Tisi giggles, "Lara made him cum in his pants. The bitch. I wanted to see that properly." "Come?" Zoe asks confusedly. "Have an orgasm. Shoot off. Ejaculate. Squirt out the stuff that makes babies." Tisiphone elucidates. "Babies?" she asks staring at my crotch as if an infant might appear there any instant. "No, not just like that." Tisi giggle, "He's gotta stick it inside a woman's cunny and squirt it there. Then if her egg's ready it joins with that and a baby starts growing inside her like Mrs. Fitzpatrick at school." "You mean Mr. Fitzpatrick put his..." Zoe trails off into an embarrassed silence. "-dick in her cunny and squirt his sperm there?" Tisi finishes for her, "Yep, probably lots of times. It's called having sex or screwing or rooting," She pauses for effect, then finishes, "or fucking." "Eew gross!" Zoe cries in disgust. "Probably," Tisi agrees easily, "but it's supposed to feel pretty good. At least after the first time anyway. They reckon that's supposed to hurt." "Who reckons?" I ask in a croaking voice. "Hey it's still alive." Tisi giggles, "A couple of girls in grade seven. I overheard them talking." "In other words you snooped." "Well yeah," she grins, "but overheard sounds nicer. They were right too." she goes on in reminiscing tones. "WHAT?" "Gotcha." she giggles at my bug-eyed face, "Actually, I did it by accident in judo." "Oh." I mumble, not sure what else to say. "Anyway are we going to finish this game or not?" she asks. "In a second." I mumble turning pink, "I'm sort of in a bit of a mess here." "A bit?" she chortles. "Whatever." I retreat to the far end of the van and find a towel left from our last trip to the coast. With that half wrapped around my waist, I work my jocks off with one hand and use another towel to clean up the mess, before returning to my place. "Why'd you bother?" Tisi asks with a grin as I begin to distribute the cards. "After what Lara just did to you, you haven't got a hope." "Wanna bet?" I grin, "This head's out of action for a while." I say pointing at my groin, "So this one," I tap my forehead, "is working just fine now." "Huh?" "Joke." I grin, "God gave men two heads, but only enough blood for one of them to work at a time." "How true." she giggles. "So when I win, you'd better pick truth or I'm gonna dare you to jill off right here in the middle of the bed." I say. "Lara you bitch." Tisi turns on her friend with an expression that is only half amused, "Look what you did." "I can't." Lara giggles, "He's cleaned it up." "I hope you're the one who loses the next time he wins." Tisi growls. "Shut up and play." I tell them. Uh, truth I guess." Lara stammers to me a few minutes later. "O.K." I say with a broad smirk, "Apart from kissing, uh for practice of course," (I can't help putting that dig in.) "have you done anything else sexual with Tisiphone?" "Hey that's not fair," Tisiphone objects, "that question's about me too." "Thanks for the answer Tisi." I laugh. "So what is it you do Lara?" "Uh-uh." she laughs back, "You've already got the answer to your question. My deal." "Oh shit!" Tisi mutters staring at the pile of Hearts in front of her. Shoving Lara, who is laughing fit to bust a washer, she threatens, "You're gonna pay for this big time bitch." "So what's it gonna be Sis?" I ask with a truly evil grin, "Are you gonna tell us your dirty little secret, or put on a show for us? My advice is for the show. It might wake up old sleepy head here" I pat my groin. "and give you a chance against me." "O.K. then," she snarls, "dare. I suppose you want me to lie down in front of you with my legs spread wide open?" "Well if you like," I grin teasingly, "but actually my dare is for you to kiss Lara and show me one of those practice kisses." "You, you, you bugger." Tisi stammers at me. "Not fair." Lara objects this time. "It's her dare not mine." "Oh shut up." Tisi says, "It's for a good cause, we want to get the blood out of his brain and back into his dick." "We're not lezzies you know." Lara says to me, half pleading with her eyes for me to believe her. "Do you think he cares so long as he gets to watch?" Tisi giggles, "Remember those letters we read in his dirty books? Come on, let's just get it over with." She pulls Lara out into the middle and into a clinch. Red faced at first, they tentatively brush their lips past each other's, softly at first, but then with rapidly increasing passion. I see Tisi's tongue flicker briefly flicking out past her own lips to moisten Lara's and then Lara's responds in kind. They tilt their heads a little further to the sides, and open mouth seals to open mouth, lips and cheeks working in a slow, easy rhythm that soon has the first trickle of blood heading south. Soon they forget their audience. They each slide one hand up to clasp the back of the other's neck, and the other down to grip and knead buttocks just beginning to swell with the first burgeonings of womanhood. Their hips shift as they push a knee between each other's legs and they settle slightly, grinding their pussies on each other's thighs. Guttural moans escape through their nostrils as their kiss turns into something far deeper. The southward trickle becomes a raging flood, the blood roaring in my ears drowning out the roar of the storm outside. In my lap the towel tents upwards, the point almost level with my navel as I look on bewitched. Suddenly my sister shudders slightly, a higher note creeping into her soft moans of pleasure. Lara hunches herself against my sister's leg with greater urgency, but before she can join my sister in her crisis of pleasure, Tisi sighs languorously and pulls away. "Tisi, please?" Lara cries pleadingly as my sister releases her. "You know it takes me longer." "Yup." Tisiphone grins, "Call this payback for before. He'd be the one putting on the show for us right now, if you hadn't got carried away like that." She looks across at me and down, "Still, it looks like it's fixed now. But we wouldn't want it to break again, now would we?" "Bitch!" Lara moans as she reluctantly moves back to her place. Tisi takes her own place, siting cross legged with her enormous clit on prominent, glistening display. She reaches down and tweaks it slightly, pulling its wrinkled collar back to expose a fraction more of the bulbous tip. "That's to keep him interested." she says with a significant look at the tent over my groin, "I think he's just about ready to come out and play." "Gah!" I offer intelligently. "Oh goody." she claps, "It's stopped working. Hurry up everybody and give me the cards." Zoe and I finish the hand with four hearts each, much to our sisters' crowing delight. "Get it off. Get it off." they chant slapping their thighs and clapping their hands. Do you want me to go first?" I ask gallantly. "Can I do it?" she asks hesitantly, "Then you can pull my undies down if you want." "Yeah O.K." I agree, moving to stand facing her. Smiling tremulously, Zoe stare at the conical protrusion that juts out at her eye level for several seconds before finally reaching up and gripping the two ends of my towel. Slowly, almost hesitantly she tugs them apart and starting slightly as the apparition that appears before her flicks up to slap against my belly. "Hey no fair." Lara pouts, "We want to see too." "Yeah." Tisi cries, reaching out to tug the towel away. "Wait your turn." I say with a look over my shoulder that makes my sister jerk her hand back. "Does it hurt?" Zoe asks in a barely audible whisper, "It looks sore." "Nah, it feels real good." I tell her, "Though my balls sometimes ache a bit if it stays like this for too long." "They're the things in the sack thing underneath, right?" "Yeah." "Hey, I think the sperm's coming out." she cries excitedly as a big bubble of cock lube wells up from the slit at the tip. "Let me se." Tisi cries, jerking the towel from Zoe's hands as she crowds up on my left side to look. Startled, I spin towards her, causing the end of my cock to slide over her cheek, leaving behind a greasy smear. "Eew gross." she shrieks, scrubbing at her cheek with her hand which she then wipes on the towel. "Cool!" Lara breaths staring at my bobbing cock, "It's heaps bigger than Steve's or Ronnie's." "Steve and Ronnie are just kids." Tisi says scornfully, "Geoff's nearly grown up. Look he's got hair and everything." She says this last so admiringly, that I stare hard to make sure it's my little sister talking. "What have you been doing with those two?" I ask, "You know they're trouble." The two kids in question, neighbours from the block two past Lara's and Zoe's are actually only one and two years younger than me, but they're bigger than me and mean to boot. Not that they bother us any more. Not after my little sister lived up to her name when she caught them picking on a kid half their size. Ronnie's nose still looks like a squashed fig, and Steve walked with a very pronounced limp for weeks afterwards. "We didn't do anything." Tisi giggles fit to burst, "Well not *with* them anyway. You know that empty shed on the place next to Lara's. Well we saw them going in there a few weeks ago, so we snuck up to see what they were doing there. You know in case they were going to light a fire or something. Anyway you know what we saw them doing?" "What?" I ask, trying to figure out how the mirth that she is unable to contain fits with a couple of sadistic mongrels who get their kicks from beating up little kids and torturing kittens, the last was something I hadn't told Tisi about incase she actually killed them. "They were sucking each other's cocks." Lara crows. "No fucking way." I gasp incredulously. "Yes fucking way." Tisiphone giggles. "And you shut up Lara. I'm telling this story, most of the time you weren't even there." "Well tell it and stop beating about the bush then." Lara says. "I am telling it. O.K.?" Tisi says, "Anyway, they weren't actually doing it to each other at the same time. When we got there Steve was kneeling down on the ground in front of Ronnie, and then after a while they swapped around and Ronnie started sucking Steve's dick. That's when we sprung them and took a picture." "You've got pictures?" I gasp, totally unable to believe what my little sister is telling me. "Well just one, and it's not very good." Tisi crows, "You can't actually see anything, but it's still obvious what they're doing. That's why Lara wasn't there, she took the camera and ran like stink to her house. I took the rest afterwards." "I still can't believe those two are bum chums." I say, "Shit, I can't wait until school starts. Their lives are over. Why didn't you say something about this before?" "Because I knew how you'd react." Tisi tells me, suddenly deadly serious, "And you are not going to say anything, not to them or to anyone else. If you do,": she says fiercely, "I'll damned well help them beat the shit out of you." "What? Why?" I ask incredulously, "With this we could fix them forever." "Just what do you think I'm trying to do you idiot?" she half snarls, "Your way, they'll just move and end up in another school somewhere, and probably be ten times as bad as they were last year. My way, so long as they do the right thing, no one will ever know about them, and they know it. Unlike you, I'm actually hoping they'll turn out O.K. Shit most of what they did was to prove to everybody else how 'not gay' they were." "Sorry." I mumble contritely, "I guess you're right." "Hell, I know I'm right." she says, "And when they do start to turn out O.K. Lara and I are going to pretend to be their girlfriends for a while, so no one will have any reason to think they're gay." "Better you than me." I say. "Of course better us than you." she giggles, "With that thing," she lightly slaps my still half, and suddenly fully hard, cock, "you'd have a bit of trouble convincing anyone you were their girlfriend. Now hurry up and pull *your* girlfriend's knickers down so we can get on with the game." "Isn't it over?" I ask. "Nope." she grins, "That truth or dare idea was one of your few good ones. You don't have many but that was a good one. I think we'll keep it going for a while longer." "You'll pay for that crack." I mutter darkly as she resumes her seat. "Put it on my tab." she giggles. Zoe takes her own place standing before me. For several seconds I just look at the cute little bunnies in waistcoats adorning her undies. Made of thick cotton, her undies conceal all but the sketchiest outline of her little, eight year old pussy. Almost as hesitantly as she had reached out to me, I slowly lift my hands to her nonexistent hips and fumblingly grip the waistband. The smell I'd noticed earlier is now very much in evidence, though nowhere near as redolently as with her big sister. Still, a tiny patch of wetness tucked back between her legs is evidence that she too is feeling some degree of arousal from our activities. I slowly tug downwards, revealing first the hairless, barely perceptible rise of flesh at the top of her vulva, and then a few of centimetres lower the top of her slit. Unlike my sister's and to a lesser extent hers, Zoe's pussy is just a formless vertical crack tucked between her legs. Even when I have it fully exposed, she remains almost completely featureless, her crack smoothly following the contours of her body to where it disappears between her legs, merging into the bottom of her bum crack. Even with her knees almost touching there is a gap between the tops of her thighs big enough for me to fit two fingers into, and in that gap is the only real hint of shape, the two finger width fleshy rolls of her outer pussy lips. Leaning closer to inhale more of her enchanting smell, I push her knickers the rest of the way to the ground. She lifts first one foot clear and then the other, each time the smell becoming a tiny fraction stronger, but even with her movement, the lips of her pussy remain tightly closed, hiding the rest of her charms from my avid gaze. Unable to resist, I close the small gap between us and lightly brush my lips over the top of her mound, shocking a soft gasp from her lips. "Woo-hoo." Lara cheers. Grinning, I look up into Zoe's sweetly smiling face. "Your deal I think." "Aw, it was just getting interesting." Tisiphone pouts. "Win and I might let you dare me." I say teasingly as I turn and sit facing the middle, my cock staging up from it's thin nest of hairs like a flagpole. "Now that's an offer *I'll* take you up on." she grins. "Oh too bad." I coo at my sister a few minutes later, "Zoe gets to dare me instead." "O.K." she says with a triumphant look on her face, "I dare you to kiss me like they did." Tisi and Lara erupt in a cacophony of cheers and whistles. "Kiss your girlfriend." "Yeah kiss her." "Suck her face." "Tongue her tonsils." They're loving this. I've been catching enough hell from them since the holidays began over Zoe's bad dose of puppy love for me, and this was the icing on the cake. I'd already made their day with a couple of brief pecks on the lips, this was going to make their year. They were acting worse than me and my mates the first time we saw one of our age group slip a girl the tongue. In fact. . . I grin. "Harumph boys." I sniff loudly, looking at Zoe. She giggles. There is a sudden startled silence from the other end of the bed. Tisi and Lara look from me to each other in stunned amazement. "A hit." Tisiphone says in awed tones, "He bloody well scored a ht on us. O.K. Geoff we'll be good." "You know what their problem really is?" Zoe grins at me, "They're jealous, b'coz I'm gonna get a real kiss from a boy before them." Lara and Tisi look each other and them fix on Zoe. "Bitch." the say in unison, and giggle, I look at Zoe and shake my head. "Come on, let's get it on." I turn and sit back on my heels, more or less facing her. She walks on her knees until she is kneeling tall just in front of my right hip, so that our heads are at about the same height. A trifle awkwardly, I wrap my arms around her, as hers snake sinuously around my neck, as she pulls my face to hers. Despite our age difference, she is the one that takes the lead. Her lips close softly on my lower one, sucking gently and sending an electric thrill down my spine. A moment later she does the same to my upper lip and I catch on, returning the labial caress to her lower lip at the same time. Several endless moments later, her tongue slides wetly along my lip where it is held between hers. I respond, and her arms tighten slightly as she moans softly. Her head tilts and I follow until her hand entwined in my hair gently corrects me, making me realise that I should have gone in the other direction. At least when her lips part further, it is automatic for me to follow suit, but when my tongue crowds forcefully into her mouth, she bites down on it gently, her eyes opening to tell me I am being too intense, too soon. Chastened I withdraw. Her tongue follows mine boldly, but without the ferocity I'd exhibited. It flickers lightly over my teeth and gums for a few moments, and then daintily slides over the tip of mine. I essay a gentle push back and she leans into it for a moment and then skitters aside only to come straight back to twirl her tongue around the tip of mine. I can't believe how amazingly sensual a good kiss can be. It wasn't my first French kiss, that had been with a somewhat disgusted Tammy Jones when her spin of the bottle had singled me out at the school camp a few months previously. However that had been a teeth grating, lip bruising affair that bore no resemblance to this. Zoe's tongue retreats with a final mischievous tap on mine, which she repeats when I fail to follow. Getting the idea, I follow her back into her mouth, this time letting myself be guided by her earlier example. I taste the hard-soft texture of her gums and the obduracy of her sharp little teeth. Her mouth is so amazingly sweet, totally unlike the tarry ashiness that smoking had put in Tammy's mouth. I tease Zoe's tongue with my own, until suddenly her lips close about it and she suckles for a brief moment. She pushes and I retreat. This time her tongue enters my mouth with some urgency, more forcefully than before. One of her hands leaves my neck to grip my arm and push it downwards until her soft, but bony bottom fills my hand. As I squeeze gently, her tongue writhes inside my mouth, twining about mine ardently, faint moans sounding deep in her throat. As our passions rise to greater heights confidence fills me, and I push back, crowding her tongue from my mouth back into hers and this time she does not fight me. I slide my tongue along the inside of her cheeks, moist, soft heat on one side of my tongue, the obdurate hardness of her teeth on the other. I slide between them over their sharp crowns and spiral fervently around her tongue. My hand holding her buttocks clutches tighter puling me harder against me, and she lifts her leg over mine to straddle my lap. I pull and damp heat presses against the base of my rampant cock, trapping it between our bellies. We are both moaning deep in our throats, almost growling as our tongues duel back and forth between our lips. Involuntarily I begin to jerk my hips against her, clutching her small eight year old body to my own, as I grind my rigid cock against her pubis and soft belly. Almost immediately her narrow pelvis begins to rock against me, pushing her tiny, sensitive clit against the base of my cock while oily moisture drips down to coat my balls. I slide my hand under the curve of her small backside, reaching for the source of that moisture. My searching fingers brushes over silky wetness as I find the puffy, swollen lips of her small pre-teen vulva. Taking heed of the gentleness with which we had begun our kiss, I keep my touch light and gently, tracing along the length of her engorged labia from where they splay out around the base of my prick back to her perineum. Back and forth I stroke, spreading her oily fluids over the outside of her pussy, slowly increasing the pressure of my fingers as she becomes more and more slippery. Groaning, she devours my tongue, sucking on it, twining around it with her own, pulling on it almost as if she wants to tear it from my mouth. Her hands hold my neck and head in a near death grip, fingers twisted in my hair as if fearful that I might wish to escape. Beneath her bottom, I slide a finger lightly along the tight groove between her swollen labia, dipping into the small gap made by the presence of my cock, feeling the incredible damp heat put out by her aroused pussy, but for now staying outside further back where the lips remain pressed tightly together. She squeals at the deeper contact, grinding herself even harder against me as my touch drives her higher. She squirms and suddenly my finger delves into the warm wetness between her pussy lips, releasing a sudden flood of trapped juices. Her hips jerk urgently, as I gently probe the elastic opening of her vagina. Much to my amazement the tip of my finger slips easily inside and is enveloped by an unimaginably soft satiny sheath. Working with her almost frenzied movements, I insinuate my finger, millimetre by millimetre, deeper into her body. With almost one third of my finger inside her, I feel a slight constriction around the tip, but it is not the barrier I am expecting. In fact there is no barrier. Half my finger disappears into her body, then three quarters, and finally its entire length slides into her with no more resistance than that slight narrowing just beyond the entrance. I hold my palm against her skinny butt, following the motions of her body, with my finger completely inside her warm silken sheath, felling her wet flesh clasp my intruding digit in its slick grip. Some moments later, I start to work my finger in and out, at first only a few millimetres at a time, then a centimeter, two, and finally almost the whole length as her movements become more and more frenzied. In her passion her mouth loses mine. Her now slack lips pass over my cheek, leaving a wet trail of saliva and her head flops down onto my shoulder, her open mouth drooling against my skin. Squeaks and huffs of exertion escape her slack lips filling my ears with the sounds of her passion. And in my groin, the fire of my own arousal rises to incandescence. My balls throb, and a bolt of liquid flame bursts from my cock to wet out bellies, drooling down between us to where her labia clasp the base of my prick. Suddenly she slides more easily against me, pulse after exquisitely agonising pulse of cock juice smears between us, lubricating our skins, drooling down into her eight year old slit. She bounces in my lap like a creature possessed, dragging her tiny clit along almost the entire length of my burning, pulsing, erupting rod. Suddenly she goes rigid for an instant and then throws her head back, squealing her release into the air, as her pussy clamps down again and again on my finger within her. Moments like hours later, she subsides, falling limply against me, her partially open lips a loose wet oval against my neck. Almost instinctively, I gently slide my free hand up and down the length of her spine, soothing and caressing her as she comes down from her incredible high. "That was some kiss." my sister remarks enviously. Suddenly reminded that we were not alone I lift my head to look. Lara's jaw hangs open in an expression of sheer amazement. My sister looks on with similar amazement and also a large degree of envy. Blushing, I stammer, "Ah, I guess we got a little carried away." "A little?" she giggles, "More like a lot. I wonder if that was her first cummy." "Wouldn't you know?" I ask, "I presume it was you two who taught her how to kiss." "Kiss yes." Tisi replies, "But that was just to shut her up, we never did anything like that with her." "Me neither." Lara adds, as Tisi and I look towards her. "WOW!" Zoe suddenly speaks up, lifting her head to look at me, "That was awesome." A second later she pulls back and looks down at the multitude of gooey strands joining our bodies, "Eew gross! You did it all over my tummy." "Let me see." Both Tisi and Lara move up on either side of me to peer at the sticky mess smeared all over our bellies and crotches. "Cool!" Tisi says. "Yuck!" is Lara's observation. Just then Zoe gives and experimental wiggle of her butt. "I can feel your finger in me." she observes. "Yeah I was wondering about that." Tisi says, "What happened to your cherry Zoe?" "My what?" "Bit of skin up inside your cunny." Tisiphone explains, "Remember I said I busted mine doing judo. It hurt like blazes and bled a bit too, made a real mess of my gi." she finishes with a giggle. "What happened to yours?" "Dunno. Maybe I never had one." She looks to me. "Move it in and out a bit Geoff. I wanna see what it feels like. Oh boy! That's nice. Do it some more." "No stop." Tisi says, "Otherwise it'll happen all over again." "I want it to." Zoe says. "Yeah, well so do we." Tisi says. "But we've gotta talk too, so take it out Geoff." "Oh!" Zoe groans softly with disappointment as I follow my sister's instructions. "What about?" "Not getting Geoff in a shitload of trouble mostly." Tisi says seriously, "This is serious shit, and if anyone finds out about it, he's in deep shit. All of us will be, but mostly him, because he's the oldest." "How come?" "Because kids aren't supposed to do this sort of stuff." Tisiphone says, "Kissing's sort of O.K. but everyone'd reckon you were probably too young to kiss like that, especially with him, because he's so much older than you. And they'd have a pink fit about him just touching your cunny, forget about him putting his finger in it. So you can't tell anyone." "Does that mean we have to stop?" Zoe asks disappointedly. "No, we just have to be real careful and not get caught." Tisi say, adding with a giggle, "Shit, heaps of kids do it all the time, and everybody knows that, they just get in a real tizzy when they actually catch them doing it." "O.K." Zoe agrees, "Can we do it some more now." "No you can't!" Tisi giggles, "We want a turn too." "I want a rest." I groan theatrically, "Anyway, it's time we had something to eat. I'm hungry." "You're always hungry." Tisi Laughs. "O.K. Food first and fun and games later. You two get cleaned up, while Lara and I make some sandwiches and things." "Yes mother." I chuckle. Fifteen minutes later, as we're chomping away, there's an electronic squeal from the intercom connected to the house. "Yeah Mum?" I ask around a mouthful of half chewed Vegemite sandwich. "What the hell are you doing down there in this weather?" she asks sounding angry. "You told us to." I reply. "Yes, but I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to stay there when this started up." "Well we were sort of waiting for it to ease up a bit before we came back up." I explain. "Yes, well that might have been a good idea except the forecast says that it isn't likely to stop before tomorrow afternoon." "How was I supposed to know that?" I ask defensively. "I suppose you weren't." she accedes, "But that leaves us with the problem of what to do now." "Get wet I guess," I shrug, "Do you want us to come up now?" "No I'd rather you didn't. Not the girls anyway until we look and see if the causeway's still there. It's probably washed out again. If it is, I suppose you'll have to stay down there until it blows over. Are you dry enough?" "Fine." I say, "There was only a bit of drizzle until we got here and Zoe opened her big mouth. Blame her. How come you didn't call us earlier anyway?" "Because I probably fell asleep before you got out of the house, I didn't notice a thing until I woke up a few minutes ago and found you lot missing. Anyway, grab a rope from the shed in case the causeway is out and I'll meet you there." "I'm going to get mighty wet." I say, "We didn't bring our raincoats." "You'd be idiots wouldn't you." she mutters, "Well, you're just going to get wet. You need some things if you're going to spend the night down there and you're elected to collect them." "O.K. Mum." I say, "See you in a few minutes." I quickly slip my jeans and t-shirt on and open the door. Outside, even though there should be hours of daylight left it is gloomy as a dusk in winter. The rain is still sheeting down, though it seems to be a fraction lighter than earlier, but not by much. I step out and I'm instantly soaked to the skin. Fortunately though, it's not too cold. Turning back to grin at the girls, I strike out for the house, ankle deep in the water that fills the ruts of the track. As Mum had predicted, the causeway was indeed washed out a roaring cascade of water five or six metres wide flows though the gap torn by the raging torrent. Mum waits for me on the other side, wearing Dad's old oilskins. "Well the girls certainly aren't coming home through this." she calls out to me over the noise of the water. "I guess not." I reply. "Here, I'll toss the rope over and we'll walk it down to where it widens out a bit." It takes a couple of attempts for her to catch the coil I toss over to her. She misses the first time, and before she can grab it from the ground the water grabs it and almost wrenches it from my hands. She gets it the second time and holding it stretched between us to keep as much as possible out of the water we walk slowly downstream to where the normally dry creek bed widens out to about fifteen metres. There she fixes her end to a tree, and when she's done, I do the same on my side, stretching the rope as tightly as possible. Then holding onto it tightly, I slowly wade down into the swiftly flowing stream. At it's deepest the water comes almost to my hips and tugs powerfully at my legs, threatening to pull me off my feet with every step. I place my feet carefully, feeling for any rocks or sunken logs that might disrupt my balance before I shift my weight. It takes me almost five minutes to negotiate the few metres that separate me from my mother, and I'm trembling with the strain when I haul myself out on the other side. Ten minutes later I step under the welcome cover of the verandah. As mum shucks off her coat, to reveal that she's almost as wet underneath as I am, I grab my bathers from the line and tell her, I'm going to wear them going back and take them into the laundry to change. Inside she hands me a very welcome hot drink and tells me to sit down, then disappears into Tisi's room with a green plastic Garbag, telling me to get a another bag and get some clothes for myself when I've finished my drink. I gulp the drink down, scalding my throat and meet Mum heading for the bathroom as I go into mine. I quickly grab my pajamas, a clean pair of jeans, some jocks, a shirt and a sloppy joe and stuff them in the bag, then kneel to quickly extract a magazine from my stash. Not stopping to look to see which one it is, I slide it between a couple of gamezines like the meat in a sandwich and slip them in with the clothes. "What have you got there?" Mum asks, the unexpectedness of her voice making me jump. "Oh just a couple of game mags." I reply, explaining, "For when the girls start to get on my nerves." "Good idea." she says with a nod. "Come on." she says leading the way back to the kitchen, There's a change of clothes for the girls and some night things, and toothbrushes, a couple of towels, toilet paper and what have you as well. What are you doing about a toilet by the way?" "Uh the girls are using a bucket behind a blanket up the other end of the van, and I'm using the door." I stammer. "Well don't let them see you." she tells me with a direct look that makes me blush. Fortunately she doesn't guess the real reason for my discomfiture and goes on, "Hopefully you can hold out on the other until this is over, but you'd better take the golf umbrella incase you have to dash across to the loo in the shed." "Here hold this." she shoves another bag into my hands and starts filling it from the pantry and fridge. A loaf of bread, some jam, eggs, bacon and a bottle of milk. "There, that and what's already down there should keep you alive till tomorrow night." We use tape to seal the bags, and them put all them inside a bigger heavy duty bag, filling it with air so that it will float before we seal it. Then it's back out into the rain. "I should probably come down with you to make sure the girls are all right." she says. "No!" I yelp thinking of what she'd think if the girls were still naked when we got there. Hell I knew what she'd think, and it wouldn't be good. Hastily I moderate my tone. "I mean you still don't look all that crash hot, and there's no need for you to get totally soaked coming outside again. You can talk to the girls on the intercom if anyway." "I suppose you're right." she reluctantly agrees, "But I will still come down to the creek with you. I want to be sure you make it across safely." "Well, O.K." I say, "But the you come straight back here and lie back down. You really do look awful." "I've been better." she admits with a wry grin. "Come on, there's no sense in delaying this." The water's even deeper when we return to the creek coming up past my waist as I slowly make my way across. There's one bad moment when a particularly strong swirl of water pulls my feet out from under me, but I manage to hold onto the rope and get them back down. A minute later, I clamber out on the other side. While I'm recovering, mum ties the bag onto the rope, and drops it in the water letting the current grab it and drag it down stream until the rope which is still attached at my end swings it over to my side. I retrieve it, and with a wave and yelled "Goodbye." to Mum, I shoulder my burden and trudge back to the van. Opening the door, I heave the bag through and follow it inside. "Bit wet is it?" Tisi asks me looking up from something she is reading on the bed. It's a good thing Mum didn't come along as she'd threatened, all three are still as bare as the day they were born. And then I catch sight of what they're reading. It's a fucking good thing she didn't come. "Where did you get those?" I yelp, even though I already know the answer. "I told you I'd work it out." Tisi tells me complacently as the other two giggle, "You know it was almost smart, very Edgar Allan Poeish, but you were just too cute for your own good. I mean The How and Why Wonder Book? Really." She giggles, "I can certainly understand the 'how' part of it, but I'll be damned if I know 'why' they do some of these things." "So just how did you figure it out?" I ask curiously drying myself off with the towel Zoe hands me before I step any further into the van. "Well I sort of figured it would be in here to begin with since Mum hardly every comes down here except when we're going on holidays, and you need somewhere private to do your jacking off too." "I don't jack off." I tell her heatedly. "Yeah right." she scoffs, "Show me a boy who doesn't jack off and I'll show you a liar, or someone with a major medical problem. If a Boy can cum he jacks off. End of story." "So what did you do then?" I ask, refusing to admit the truth. "Tear the place apart till you found it?" "Does it look like I did?" she asks waving her hand to indicate that the van looks no different than when I'd left it, except that the remains of our dinner had been put away, and the beds are now made up. "So what did you do, Miss. smart-arse genius?" I ask. "Walk straight up to it and pull it out." "More or less." she says with a complacent grin, "I figured your hiding space couldn't be in any of the cupboards or storage spaces since someone might want something and accidentally find it, so I just looked around and right away I saw our books and thought about how you and your mates had this thing about making secret compartments in your pencil boxes and other things. I saw this book, and figured that it would be the sort of smart-dumb thing you'd think of and voila." "O.K. so I guess I'll just have to be smart-smart next time." I say, "Now give me those. You really shouldn't be looking at them." "Au contraire, *you're* the one who shouldn't be looking at them, since they might damage your delicate and somewhat twisted little psyche, while we just find them hysterically funny." How so?" I ask. "Get those off" she says waving towards my bathers, "and we'll explain it so even you can understand. Wow! Those things sure do shrink when they get wet." she giggles looking at my poor shrunken member. "Shut up." I mumble embarrassedly, grabbing up the towel to hide myself. "It's the cold that does it." "Whatever." she grins. "Come on, and put that stupid towel down. We promise not to laugh. Well much anyway." she giggles finishes with a giggle as I drop the towel. "Now look here," she says jabbing at the open page of the book in front of Zoe. "How comfortable can that be? I mean she's hanging backwards off the bed so her tits are right in her face, her neck's bent almost double, and her feet are sort of dangling anyways. We might do stuff like that to stretch in judo, but it feels good when we stop, not when we're doing it. And look at him squatting over her like that, he looks like he might fall over any second. Now look at his dick. It's bent that much it's got a fold in it. I bet that doesn't feel very good does it?" she looks at me questioningly. "No not really." I agree, "Mine starts to hurt way before I can bend it that far." "I thought so." she nods, "And look at this one." She flips back a few pages to where the same couple is fucking doggy style on top of the bed. "I know it's called doggy style," she observe, "but why on Earth is she holding her leg up like a dog pissing on a tree as well? Just stupid." She continues flipping through the three magazines pointing out one absurdity after another, especially the cum shots. "Hell, look at this, and here, and here, and here. What's the point in fucking and then pulling it out to squirt it all over her arse or belly or tits or face. There's not one picture that shows it going inside her where it belongs. "Look at this." she jabs at one of my favorites, showing a blonde chick with huge tits stretching her cunt wide open with the fingers of both hands as six guys stand over her jerking off. "you could park a Volkswagon in there, and there's six guys shooting all over her, but her cunt's clean as a whistle. And why would she do that anyway, you could fit four dicks in that hole and they'd still rattle." "People might do some of these things for real, but at least three quarters is just bullshit." She says contemptuously. "Either it looks uncomfortable as hell and probably is, or the people couldn't move without falling over or both. And I know that fucking feels better than jerking off, so why stop fucking to do it?" "I dunno." I admit, "I never looked at it like that before." "No you looked at it like this." she giggles, staring with exaggerated avidity at the pages before her while she holds the fingers of one hand curled in front of her pussy to form a tube. I have to laugh with the others at this, even if I am being mocked. Thinking about it for the first time instead of doing as Tisi had just aped, I offer up an explanation. "I guess, it's probably so you can see everything. In most of the real looking positions there's always someone's leg or bum or something in the way. And they squirt the sperm on the outside to show that that's happening too." "So you're saying they make it look fake so that it looks real." Tisi says. "Well yeah." I say with a wry grin. "You know, you're probably right." she says sounding a little surprised at herself. She giggles, "I don't suppose many blokes would get off over looking at some other bloke's hairy arse and a pair of legs sticking out the sides." "Well, I certainly wouldn't for one." I laugh. "Hey!" she says looking curiously at my still limp dick, "How come it's like that still? I would've thought looking at all those dirty pictures would've made you hard again. Or can't you do it any more?" "Hell no, I did it six times in one afternoon once, and again after I went to bed" I boast, adding reflectively "I guess, I've just been too busy using this head to think about what you were saying to think about what you were saying it about." "The old blood and two heads thing again huh?" she grins. "Something like that." I grin back, "So what do we do now? Play some more cards?" "Why bother." she says, "That was just to get us, mostly you, loosened up enough for the real fun." "Real fun?" I ask, "You mean. . .?" I trail off into silence fearful of putting my thoughts into words. "Wow! It sure woke up in a hurry." Lara giggles looking at my suddenly stiff dick. "Yep." Tisi giggles answering my unasked question. "We've got a real good use for this thing." she pats my dick in a proprietary fashion, "Starting with me." "I can't." I gasp, shocked "You're my sister. Besides, you're too little." "Wanna bet." she challenges, "If I can get a candle in my cunny, I shouldn't have any trouble with your dick." "But you're still my sister." I object. "So what?" she counters, "That only really counts if you gave me a baby and I'm still too young for that. Until then, so long as you're nice to me, you'll have all the pussy you can handle. Afterwards we'll just see how good an actor I can be, so I can convince Mum to get me on the pill." "But it's still wrong." "So's sticking your finger in an eight year old, but you didn't seem to care about that." "I wasn't thinking." I mumble. "Does that mean you won't do it again?" she asks, looking me in the eye until I turn away, "I didn't think so. :Look, so long as no one gets hurt, what's the problem? We can all have a shitload of fun and keep our reputations intact at the same time." "Your reputation maybe." I say, "But what about mine? If I don't have a girlfriend people can see, they're gonna think I'm as queer as Ronnie and Steve." "So who's stopping you?" she asks, "Hell, we can't have you for real anyway, so there's not much point in us being jealous is there? But until you do, and even afterwards, we can have some good, clean, absolutely filthy, dirty fun and learn a lot besides. Think about it. Most guys your age know as much about sex as they do about flying a fighter plane, less actually since half of you are crazy about computers. This way you can make all your mistakes with girls who aren't going to laugh at you. Well only a little bit anyway." she adds with a giggle. "Look, you guys think you're so shit hot macho and God's gift to women. Have I got news for you. You should hear what some of the big girls say abut you guys when you're not around. You know how you blokes brag about all the shit you've done with girls. Well I've hear the other side of it. Ninety percent of what you blokes say is total bullshit and when something does happen it's almost never as spectacular as you blokes make out. Usually they cum about ten seconds after they get it in, and sometimes the don't even get that far and squirt it all over the girls leg. Then the next day they're telling all their mates how they fucked her for an hour and made her scream with passion." "You're worried about your reputation." she says incredulously, "Hell Geoff, by the time we get finished with you, your reputation will be made. If you can do what you did to Zoe just with natural talent, just think how good you'll be after we've taught you a thing or two. You just keep your mouth shut, and let us girls do your advertising for you and you'll be able to take your pick." "Shit no!" I yelp, "If anyone finds out I've been doing stuff with a couple of ten year olds and an eight year old, I might as well shoot myself." "I didn't mean us specifically you twit." she says, "But after you've kissed a girl or two the rest'll soon hear about it, and when they don't hear anything from the guy side, it won't be long before you're beating them off with a stick." "So why you first and not Lara?" I ask, "I mean most of the time these days you act like you hate my guts. This is the nicest you've been to me in ages. Shit, if you really do mean what you're saying, this is the nicest you've ever been to me full stop. "O.K." she says ticking off points on her fingers, "Firstly: Lara's still got her cherry and I don't, so that's why me first. You can make all your worst mistakes with me, so when you get to her you'll at least have some idea of what you're doing. Next: for a big brother, you're actually not all that bad. A bit dorky sometimes, but I'm working on that. It's just I've been planing this for a while and I wanted to get the wrong idea across, so people wouldn't really get the wrong idea. So I'm still going to be a bitch to you around other people, and you have to be the same back, though we can taper that off some as you grow up and stop being a typical thirteen year old.. In private though, I really will be the nicest I've ever been to you, and so will Lara and Zoe." "Just how long have you been planing this?" I ask incredulously. "Ever since your voice broke and I started reading up about it in the library." She says, "Then I found your dirty magazines and showed them to Lara and she said it might be fun to do some of the things we read about in them with you, so I dealt her in." "What about Zoe?" "Oh she just dealt herself in today. She sort of messed up my whole timetable, and Lara really screwed it up with her idea for playing Strip Hearts." "Hey it worked didn't it?" Lara says defensively. "Only because I did a hell of a lot of quick thinking and made it work." Tisi says, "Then again," she adds candidly, "It was my dumb idea to look out the window while you were peeing. If it hadn't been for that you probably wouldn't have needed much convincing at all. Right?" She grins. "Probably not." I reply with a laugh. "So what were your original plans?" "Well all the big stuff was supposed to wait until Zoe got over her crush on you and wasn't in the way any more, but we've been sort of working on the preliminaries for a while by sort of accidentally flashing our knickers, and dashes for the bathroom, stuff like that, but you didn't seem to be taking much notice. So today we decided to see if we could make you notice. Lara wore some knicker that we so old and tight they were practically see through. I thought about wearing some of hers too, but you might have smelled a rat, because you know the ones Mum makes me wear, so I fished a pair out of the rag bag and put in a couple of extra strategically placed holes, then I ruined them when I was in such a hurry to pee. Not that it really mattered in the end, but it would have been kinda nice to see your reaction when you saw my clit poking out." "I saw it." Zoe giggles, "Lucky there weren't any flies about." "When was that?" Tisi asks curiously. "When you caught us kissing under the table." I chuckle, "I really was saying thanks, just not for helping me pick up the cards. If it hadn't been for her I wouldn't have even noticed." "Yeah you are a bit thick." Tisi giggles, "Well at least they weren't entirely wasted, but I still missed your reaction. Anyway once we got you taking notice and actually looking to see us, we were gonna do stuff like get changed with the door open a little bit, then I was going to let you see me jilling off, and then us jilling each other off. We were going to catch you catching us and pretend that we were scared you'd tell on us. I figured that'd make you think you were in control and you'd carry on from there." "Oh well," she shrugs philosophically, "no plan ever survives contact with the enemy, and this way's probably batter, since we all know what's what, and nobody will do anything stupid and screw it up." "Meaning me I suppose?" I say with a grin. "Actually," she laughs, "going on our respective track records so far, you're doing the best of the lot of us. Zoe's too eager, I'm too insensitive to your moods (I really didn't think you'd react that badly to us looking at you.) and Lara's like a bull in a china shop. You on the other hand have been a perfect gentleman where it counts and perfectly gentle where that counts. Most guys your age would have jammed their finger straight into Zoe's cunny and worried about it hurting when she screamed." "If then." I add, thinking of some of the Neanderthals at school. "If then." my sister agrees. "Some guys are real Neanderthals," she adds as if reading my mind, "while you're at least a Cro-Magnon. But you still haven't said if you'll do this. Are we on or not?" "Hell yes." I say, laughing, "I'd be a total idiot not to want to fuck a pair of good looking babes when they're practically begging me to, even if they are still mostly titless wonders, but I'm not fucking Zoe, she really is too little." "You might be surprised," Tisi says archly, "but another crack like that and you won't get a chance to find out." "Just keeping in practice for when we're in public." I grin unrepentantly, "But what do you mean I might be surprised by Zoe? I felt how tight she was on my finger, and while I might not be in the same league as the blokes in those mags, my dick's still a helluva lot bigger than my finger." "Cunnies can stretch, shit look at that picture I was talking about earlier. If she can stretch that much, Zoe can easily stretch enough to take your dick. Actually she'll probably be an easier nut to crack then Lara, since she's got no cherry to worry about." "I am not going after my baby sister." Lara says slowly and definitely. "It's bad enough that's she's so far ahead of us already." "You're looking at it wrong." Tisi says, "She did us a favour by daring him to kiss her first, even if it did get a little out of hand towards the end." "By what sort of twisted logic do you figure that?" "My usual sort." Tisiphone giggles, "Think about it. If she'd dared him to kiss me, he would have been as aggressive as hell, that's if he'd done it at all. It would have just become an extension of the way we've been acting towards each other for the last year or so and I'd've had to slap him down so hard it would've taken us months before we could try again. It wouldn't have been as bad with you, but he still would have tried to take control and probably mucked it up. Zoe's so little that he let her teach him how to kiss properly and now he won't be trying to jam his tongue halfway down your throat like Brad does." "Yeah I guess you're right." Lara admits, "But I'm still jealous, and from now on, she's just going to have to wait until I've had my turn." "O.K." Tisi says with an evil smirk, "How about you take first go of sucking him off and letting him cum in your mouth? You can tell us what it tastes like." "You think I won't." Lara cries, "Just watch me. Lie down Geoff, I'm about to blow your mind." "Hey he's supposed to fuck me first." My sister objects. "No way." Lara says, "I said I'd suck him off, but I'm not doing it after it's been in your bitch cunt. Just thinking about it makes me want to chuck." "Hey!" I yell pushing the two belligerents apart, "I won't fuck anyone if you don't settle down, and Lara, you don't have to do anything at all that you don't want to. I wouldn't enjoy it if you forced yourself." "That's O.K." Lara says suddenly smiling. "I was just blowing off steam. She just gets so bloody damned superior sometimes and I just hate it," She grins. "but then I guess you already know how that feels. Actually, I've been kinda curious about what sucking a cock is like since I saw Ronnie and Steve doing it. Just warn me before you cum O.K. I'm a bit scared about that part." "I will if you leave me with enough brains to do it with." I chuckle, "Just keep an eye on my balls, they pull up real tight just before I shoot." "I'll try to remember that." she says. "I'll watch too in case you forget." Tisiphone offers. "Does that mean you're going to let me go before you?" Lara asks. "Yeah." she grins wryly, "Maybe this way I'll learn a little humility." "Fat chance." I chuckle, as I stretch out on the cushions, with a couple of pillows behind my head. "Oops. better put this under you." Tisi says throwing me a towel, "Cum stains on the quilt might be a leetle hard to explain." "O.K." Lara says nervously as she crouches beside me, "What's the right way to do this?" "I should know?" I reply, "You and Tisi have seen more of this than me. Just don't bite it off, that's all I ask." "O.K. I won't." she giggles. She tentatively reaches out and runs her fingers gently over the underside of my stiff member, almost so softly that it tickles. "It feels pretty weird." she says almost to herself. "You and me both." I laugh, "Touch it a bit harder, that sort of tickles. "Sorry." she giggles, and presses more firmly.t "Wow, it's pretty hard." She trails her fingers up to the dark pink glans, "But this bit's softer." Gaining confidence she curls her fingers around my shaft, and lifts it away from my belly to inspect the glans more fully, but immediately drops it when I let out a soft gasp. "That didn't hurt did it?" she asks worriedly. "No it felt good." I reassure her, "Don't worry, I'll let you know if I don't like something. Just do whatever you feel like." "O.K." she takes hold of me again and resumes her inspection, tilting my shaft this way and that as she checks me out on all sides. Across my body from her, Tisi and Zoe lean in close to watch. Discovering that she skin sheathing my shaft slides over the hard interior, Lara tries a tentative movement, pushing my foreskin a little way over the crown. "That's it." I murmur encouragingly. Grinning with pleasure, she essays a bolder action, lifting her hand until the head, completely encased in my foreskin fills her fist. "Oh shit! That's better than when I do it." I groan. "Really?" she squeals excitedly. "Hell yes!" I tell her, "It won't take me long if you keep that up." "She's supposed to suck it." Tisi observes. "Give me time." Lara says. pumping me again. She works her fist up and down a couple of times more, causing a bubble of precum to ooze out and coat the tip. "That's what happened to me." Zoe says, "Except I was just looking at it." "What is it?" Lara asks looking at it askance. "Dunno." I tell her, "Just slippery stuff. It's not pee if that's what you're worried about." She giggles, "Yeah I guess it was. O.K. I guess this is it. I dare me to taste it." Hesitantly, she lower her head, her hair cascading down to hide the view, A few moments later, I feel a light feathery touch as her tongue just barely grazes over the head of my prick. "Oh shit!" I cry clutching the bedspread. "Mmm, doesn't taste like much at all." Lara observes and emboldened, she licks firmly over the entire crown. "Fuck!" I cant help it. The sensation of her rough tongue rasping over my sensitive prick causes me to push my hips forcefully upwards. Lara squeals in alarm and jerks backwards. "Sorry." we each apologise to the other at the same time and giggle. "I wasn't expecting that." Me neither." she says and remembers the taste in her mouth. "Not bad." she muses, "I think I like how you taste. Just don't jump around so much." "I'll try." I chuckle as she lowers her head back down to my groin. Once again her hair falls down past her face, but this time Tisi reaches out and pushes it back out of the way. Holding herself just a few centimetres away from my prick, Lara pumps me again until another bubble of precum appears. Quickly she darts in and flicks it up with her tongue, retreating before I can react to her fleeting touch. "Mmmmmm." she "moans with gustatorial pleasure "That is good. Hold still, I'm going to lick you again." Forewarned, I'm able to keep my hips from jerking uncontrollably, and as she continues to lave my gleaming helm, I start to become used to the sensation of her lapping tongue. The feeling isn't deadened so much as that I become more able to tolerate it. In fact if anything the intensity of the feelings increase. She continues to work my shaft with her fist, uttering a continuous low hum of contentment, punctuated by louder moans as more bubbles of precum ooze up and coat her furiously working tongue. Moments later she purses her lips and pushes them down over my prick, taking it into her mouth for the first time. Again I jerk upwards uncontrollably, but I guess this time she is ready for it. She rides up with my rising hips and follows me back down without breaking contact, her lips tightening in what might have been a smile if her mouth had not been filled with cock. At first she holds her head still, working me entirely with her tongue. Groaning incoherently, I fight to hold back long enough to properly enjoy what she is doing to me. Fortunately, before I can explode, she pulls off me with a wet pop, and looks down at my balls. "Oops, " she giggles naughtily, "Almost went off too soon." Holding me steady in her fist, she uses the other hand to gently massage and tug at my nuts until they loosen, and drop back down. She examines her handiwork critically for a few moments longer and then drops back down, dragging her tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip. Closing her lips about me, she forces them downwards, pushing her fingers ahead of her until she holds almost three quarters of my prick within her warm wet mouth. This time she bobs her head up and down working me with her tongue at the same time. Each time she pushes back down she takes a little more of me into her mouth, until finally once she has worked me back up to fever pitch, her lips rest in the sparse nest of hairs surrounding the base of my prick. And once again she draws back, sucking hard until her lips release me with a pop. Taking my nuts in her hand once more, she works them loose from where they are nestled on either side of the base of my prick. "Shit Lara," Tisi half laughs, "you're gonna destroy him." "Yeah well you shouldn't have shown me that story." Lara grins, "This is even more fun than I thought it would be." "I can tell." Tisi giggles, :Just leave something for me," "He'll recover." Lara says, looking up at me critically. "I think." "Time for stage two. Do you think he'll go for it?" "Only one way to find out." Tisi giggles. "Here goes then." Lara shuffles around until she crouches beside my body, inverted to me, and then before I can quite realise what she is doing, she throws a leg over me and I find myself looking up into the glistening wetness of her partly opened cleft, with the aroma of her arousal totally filling my nostrils. I immediately realise what she wants, and after only a second's thought, I lift my head to close the last few centimetres separating us and take a broad lick up the length of her slit, before I can lose my nerve. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. Like nothing else I have ever sampled, it sends a signal directly to the most primitive part of my brain, telling it 'Here is an aroused, receptive female.' The onset of actual fertility may still lie months in the future, and the peak of her cycle years beyond that, but for humans sexual receptivity is not tied to the oestrous cycle. Sexual contact in one form or another shapes us from the cradle to the grave. The social conditioning forced upon us during the formative years of toddlerhood and child hood, that taught us that sex was somehow inherently wrong, was grievously flawed. As rational beings we believe that we are the ultimate product of four billion years of evolution, shaped by mutation and selected by our ability to survive and propagate, step by step from unthinking beast to a being with the power to challenge and even surpass the hosts of gods of that populate our mythology. And yet, on the subject which lies at the very core of evolution, sex, we are obdurately blind with respect to ourselves, worse, we deliberately distort our vision, refusing to see what lies plainly before us, forcefully attempting to replace 'that which is', with an utterly artificial 'that which should be' as ordained by gods we otherwise dismiss as irrelevant. The shaping of evolution gave us the ability to obtain great pleasure from our genitals almost from the moment of birth. We may not know exactly why this might be so, but our understanding of the workings of evolution tells us that it is an almost certainty that it is not a harmful trait, or it would not have survived the process of natural selection to become ubiquitous, and that, because of that ubiquity, it is in all probability somehow beneficial, or was so until a point that lies somewhere in the not too distant past. Almost in the same instant that babies gain conscious control of their fingers, they discover the pleasure of their sexual organs. So why do we as a society actively, and often cruelly, discourage such perfectly natural exploratory play with slaps, pinches, harsh words, and even outright mutilation? Of course at thirteen I did not think these things. These thoughts came together over more than two decades in which the relationship between we three waxed and briefly waned only to wax again stronger than ever. We extended our philosophy to include our children, never with active participation, but always at one remove, standing solely as guardians as they developed free of society's taint, except for that minimum necessary to allow them to hide their difference. At thirteen my thoughts are summed up in one glorious word: SEX!!!!!!!!!!! Lara shrieks at my sudden importunate assault, throwing her head back to utter her feral cry as she jerks forward to escape my impudent tongue, but doesn't resist when I take a hold of her hips and draw her back towards my mouth. Ardently, but gently I lap at the puffy swollen pouch of her sex, drinking of her essence as it spills to the outside, but not yet delving within. Even so she stammers audibly as she reports to Tisi and Zoe, "I th-i-nk he-ee l-likes-ss it. OOH YEAH!" The last is driven from her by me thrusting my tongue into the narrow, darker pink oval that marks her vagina, transfixing her on my stiffened tongue. She pushes herself back onto my lingual spear, as I dig deep inside her, stopping only when my lips press firmly against her labia and the tip of my tongue tastes the sweetness of her cherry. For many moments she forgets everything but my thick tongue curled within her body. Her hips rock back and forth urgently as she fucks herself on my tongue, mewling her pleasure with short sharp cries. And then, like me she becomes accustomed to the deluge of sensations flooding from her groin, learning to tolerate them even as they continue to climb in intensity. I feel a new hand encircle my cock, the fingers just barely able to meet around my girth. Zoe holds my cock upright for her sister, as Lara dips her head and takes me into the liquid heat of her mouth. Zoe's tiny hand releases me and slides down to cup and gently caress my balls. Now we drive each other to greater and greater heights. My passion feeding off hers and hers off mine. And yet my climb is not the sudden meteoric rise it had been earlier. The need to devote myself to giving her pleasure, even as she in turn gives it to me, distances enough from the sensations of her lips and tongue on my cock that my impending climax lies somewhere in the future. Her soft groan of disappointment as I withdraw my tongue from her body, vibrates delightfully around my cock, as do the moans of pleasure that greet my gently sucking on her thickly swollen outer labia. I slide my palms over her buttocks, bringing my thumbs together in the middle over her pussy lips , pressing against them and drawing them apart so that I might look upon the moist pink skin that fills the seam. Thin but engorged ridges of flesh form an inverted teardrop that defines the inner region of her pussy. Her vaginal opening fills the broad rounded end, while at the point a raised flap of skin marks the location of her clit. Unlike my sister's it remains almost completely hidden within her prepuce, with only a tiny expanse of smooth pink skin visible beneath its paler hood to mark its presence. Pushing gently, I align her with the lamp at the head of the bed, and peer into her body, seeing a taut, thin wall of skin with a crescent shaped bite out of it obscuring about three quarters of her passage, just inside her opening. A sudden impatient wriggle of her hips lets me know I should leave the looking for later. Heeding it, I briefly push my tongue into her opening to harvest the fresh nectar pooling in the center of her flower. And then I lower my tongue to tease around the shrouded nodule of her baby pea sized clit She moans loudly and resonantly around my prick as she draws it deep into her mouth. Then as she pulls back she sucks in on her cheeks until they press, soft and wet, against the sides of my cock while the slightly rougher surface of her tongue presses up from beneath. She draws all the way up until only my glans remains behind her lips, pausing to swirl her tongue around and over the crown. Then by main suction alone she draws herself back down to the base, hot moist flesh enveloping me on three sides. A larger hand has joined Zoe's on my balls. Tisiphone gently but firmly wraps her fingers around my sac above my nuts, drawing them down and away from my body. Maintaining pressure just exquisitely shy of pain, she lets them slip through her curled finger, but before they can rise up against my body, she closes her fingers above them once more.. Groaning, I flick my tongue over Lara's prepuce, igniting and answering groan deep in her throat as she holds me entirely within her mouth, the back of her tongue vibrating against the sensitive underside of my cock. I change my grip to free one thumb, using it to peel back the hood of Lara's clit, exposing it's smooth, distended bulb. I flick it with my tongue and she cries out around my cock, suddenly forcing herself down to the base as she involuntarily jerks away from my tongue. She redoubles her efforts on my cock, sucking, bobbing and swirling like a dervish. My balls start to rise despite Tisiphone's best efforts to restrain them. A part of me want to relax and let Lara take me over the edge, but already I am learning that by giving pleasure, pleasure received in return is greatly magnified. Taking a firm grip on her hip, I assail Lara's clit, flicking it back and forth, dipping in closer to take it between my lips and suck hard. She jerks against the restraint of my hand, squealing around my cock and then resumes her attack with and even more heightened vigour. Now it becomes as race to see who can make the other cum first. I tighten my lips on her clit and tug worrying it like a kitten with a piece of string. It pulls free and I dive back in, accidentally catching her prepuce between my lips. Before I realise my error, I stretch it a considerable distance and when I release it, it snaps back on her clit like a rubber band. She shrieks and goes after my prick as if she wants to consume it whole. Her suction seemingly threatening to strip the very skin from my bone. Her teeth close lightly on the crown, sending and atavistic thrill of fear shooting up my spine. She plunges down to the base, and swallows, the back of her tongue crushing my glans against the roof of her mouth, sandpapery taste buds rasping forcefully over the sensitive wrinkles along its underside. Each escalating attack on the other, temporarily distracts us from our own impending release, giving each of us time to drive the other to ever greater heights. It must end somewhere, and it does. Liquid fire blooms deep in my loins, burning through my prick with searing heat. But I do not go alone. My climax catches me unawares just as I clamp down on her clit and hood together. My head flies back jerking both away from her body. First her clit slides free inside its prepuce snapping back into her body and then an instant later the hood follows, slapping down on top of her clit just as it bounces back. Her shrieking cry briefly joins with my bellow before dying off in a half strangled gurgle as I fill her mouth with spurt after burning spurt of my cum. In the throes of her climax, survival reflexes take over. Her throat works to swallow my cum clearing it enough for her to suck in a shuddering lungful of air. Mere moments and an eternity later it's over. She falls forward and sideways off her hands, rolling onto her back with one leg draped over my chest. She coughs slightly clearing the residue of my cum in her throat, and swallows heavily and audibly to clear her mouth. Groaning, I push her leg off me and heave myself up onto my elbows, and then into a sitting position to look down at her. Her lips glisten wetly with my spilled cum, and creamy white streaks criss cross her cheeks and nose. A few moments later, she groans too, and holds out her hand towards Tisi. "Help me up." she says. "So what's it like?" Tii asks, grinning as she hauls her friend upright. "Pretty gross." Lara replies wiping her lips on the back of her hand and looking at the smear there "Actually it tastes kinda nice, but it feels like swallowing sticky snot. And *he* didn't help, by doing it while I was cumming." She says with an accusing look at me. "Sorry." I grin and ask "Is your clit O.K.? I think I got a little carried away at the end there." She gingerly feels herself, "Yeah, it's alright, but it felt like you were gonna rip it off for a second." Tisi giggles, "Hell, I thought you were both going to eat each other up for a minute there. What was it like when he started licking you Lara?" "Don't you know?" I ask incredulously. "Nope." Tisi chortles, "We kept chickening out. We never did anything except the kissing and using our fingers on each other. That's why I didn't really think she's suck you, especially not right off." "Not quite," I chuckle, reaching down to feel myself. "but I think it was a close thing for a minute there." "So what's it like?" "Awesome." Lara enthuses, "You won't believe how awesome till you try it." "It looks like you were having fun doing it too." Tisi grins at me. "Looks like you liked the taste." "Come and kiss me and see for yourself." I grin challengingly. "Thanks." she says breezily, "Don't mind if I do. I might just clean this mess up first though." she adds looking down at my crotch, "I don't think I want to sit in it." I start to lift myself and offer her the towel, but she surprises all of us by dropping down to slurp my sticky noodle into her mouth. "MMmmmmMMMMMMMmmmm." she makes happy noises of appreciation as she pulls back with a sucking slurp. "Woah careful there." I cry, "It's still pretty sensitive." "Sorry." Tisi grins twisting to look up at me from my lap. Tuning to Lara she says, "That wasn't too bad. And you're right about the taste. But I think you just got some stuck in your throat when he shot off, it went down real easy for me." "Maybe." Lara allows, "And if you think that's good, you should try the stuff that comes out first it's even better. It's just a pity there's not more of it." "Suck or fuck? Suck or fuck." Tisi muses and nods as she makes her decision, "I think I'll fuck. Zoe and I'll have to wait until tomorrow to suck, or he's not going to have time to fuck all of us tonight. Right now, let's just see what *you* taste like Lars." Tisiphone kneels astride my lap, shuffling towards me until our bellies touch. Gripping my head between her hands, she tilts it a little and leans in to lick lightly at the corner of my mouth. "Not bad." she says, and pushes my head back a bit further to lick my chin. "Not bad at all." Turning and tipping my head she gives my face a thorough tongue bath, lapping at me like a cat to collect every trace of Lara's sweet juices. "Now." she says pulling back to grin in my face. "Kiss me my sweet handsome prince." "I think I'm gonna be sick." Lara say pretending to gag. "Zoe." Tisi says. "Shut her up." "How?" Zoe asks. "Oh sit on her face or something." My sister giggles. "Sounds good to me." Lara says, grinning, "Come here baby sister feed me some cunny pie." Giggling madly, Zoe crawls over to where her big sister is lying, throws her leg over Lara's head and plops down solidly. She looks briefly down at the suddenly bug-eyed face looking back her from between her thighs and then up to grin at my sister. "Like this?" she asks. Before Tisi can reply, Lara starts frantically pushing at her little sister's bottom, pushing her up off her face. "No." she gasps, "So I can breath you idiot. Turn around and you can do me at the same time, like me and Geoff did." As Zoe turns around Lara licks her lips, sampling the taste of her little sister, "Hey not bad!" she cries happily. She looks at my sister, "I think we were real dumb for being so chicken." "Don't I know it." Tisi says ruefully, "Think of all the fun we've missed out on." "I'd rather not." Lara grimaces, "I think I'll just get on with catching up if it's all the same to you." With this, she grabs her sisters hips, pulls the little girl back onto her mouth and start's lapping away hungrily. Zoe squeals happily at the delicious sensations shooting up from her little pussy and after a few seconds to savour them, she leans forwards to return the favour. Lara tries to follow, but after a few seconds falls back to the cushions in defeat, unable to hold her shoulders clear of the bed without support. "Shit! This isn't working." she mutters, turning to me, "Chuck me those pillows will you. Oomph!" She pulls the pillow off her face and glares at me for a moment before stuffing it and its mate beneath her shoulders. "There that's better." she remarks and dives back into her eight year old sister's sweet pussy. Within seconds, both girls are moaning and groaning with the pleasure that the other is giving them. From where we're sitting we can't see what Zoe is doing, but we've got a perfect view of Lara furiously lapping away at the outside of the younger girl's tight little pussy. As we watch she uses her thumbs to prised Zoe's lips open to get at the sweet pink meat within. Even more so than Lara's, Zoe's inner lips are nothing more than the sketchiest of outlines, practically nonexistent except for where they merge with the tiny prepuce covering her grain-o-wheat clitoris. Despite what Tisiphone has said earlier about pussies stretching, I did not see how it would be possible for me to get my prick in the tiny dark hole I can see between the fat little lips that Lara holds open. Shit, it doesn't even look big enough to take the finger I'd had in it earlier. "Her nose is pretty close to Zoe's bum hole isn't it?" Tisi observes with a giggle, "Wouldn't it be funny if she farted." "Don't even think about it." Lara yelps at her giggling sister. However, she doesn't seem too concerned, since she dives back in with gusto. "Now where were we?" my sister asks hauling my head around by main force to face her. "Oh yeah, you were going to kiss me. So stop looking at them and do it." "Kiss my sister." I say screwing up my face in mock disgust, "Yeech?" "How do you think I feel." she says. I slide my hands up between our bodies and cup them over her squash ball sized boobs, squeezing them gently. "You feel pretty damned good actually." I grin. "MMMMMmmmmm." she murmurs happily, leaning back on her hands with her eyes closed, "You do that good." *** I suppose I could try to finish this story off with a fuck scene or two, but it's been sitting around for two years. So I think I'll just be an evil bastard and publish 'as is'. Besides I kind of like the above ending. Anyway you know how it goes. Tab A goes into Slot B. All the rest is friction, loud squeals, mindless grunts and slimy messes. Take matters into your own hands and 'cum' up with your own ending.