This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.
You've been warned.
This story was originally titled 'Brenda's Conquest', and was retitled after revision by the author.
Well, I think I know what heaven is like. It can't be any better than what I have right here, right now. Yes, being 25, I was supposed to know better, and if anyone had found out, I'd be in jail, or worse, but there's no way I could have prevented it. I was in love with her, she said she was in love with me, and, knowing me better than I knew myself, she took me. That's the only way to describe it. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, it's just that I had very little say in the matter.
To understand what happened, I guess I'll have to start at the beginning. My name is Richard Tyler and I come from a smallish town in the midwest. I have two younger sisters and a pair of rather staid, very middle-class parents. Looking back, I can see that my life was boringly typical and, other than a few incidents, uneventful until I got to college.
I graduated from high school as normal, got good enough marks to be accepted into the local U., and went there to study business for a year. That's when the itch started. I had a steady stream of girlfriends since I was sixteen, so I thought I knew everything there was to know. That is, until I met a student from Melbourne here to study local husbandry and ranching practices. This is not the girl I fell in love with, but she taught me an awful lot about the world, especially the world of sex, life, and adventure.
To give you an example, when we first met, I used my best line on her, one guaranteed to work on most ladies. (I'm 6'2" of long, lean muscle, and 'a good lookin hunk' according to the friends of both my sisters). Her response? "Hey, a hayseed. A real one. I've never met one before. You're not too bad looking either." What can I come back with after a shot like that? With that accent of hers, it didn't even sound like an insult. I just smiled and said "Ya got me pegged right first shot, little lady." I learned more from her in that first two weeks than I had from all my previous girlfriends put together.
Besides great, and I mean *great* sex (hey, I was a hayseed from a small mid-west town - missionary was almost all I knew) she dragged me to plays, operas, musicals, jazz festivals, restaurants, taught me to like seafood and real chinese, made me read some of her favourite fantasy books (first I'd ever heard of some writer named McCaffrey) and really opened my eyes about the world outside of my home. We both still managed to get decent grades. It was the second-best time of my life (the best before now).
She went back home after six months, leaving me to my humdrum world, one I had to get out of. It was with a lot of effort, work, pleading, and downright stubbornness that I finally got my way. The deal was, if I finished two years of college here, with a 3.75 gpa or better, I could take a year off and go anywhere I wanted, then go to the college of my choice. Let me tell you, I almost gave up on dating and the local girls, just going out enough to satisfy my basic urges, and concentrated on the books and my workouts (have to maintain my physique).
Well, I did it, barely, and spent that year working my way through New Zealand, Australia, the Philippines, and most of the far east. By the time I got back, all the hayseeds were out of my teeth, believe me. That, my friends, was an education. I came back with most of my middle-class attitudes and prejudices, well, 'adjusted', you could call it. That probably contributed in no small way to my current situation.
Now it was back to work, or rather school, and a part-time job. I chose San Diego because it reminded me most of the best parts of Australia, which I'd fallen in love with. I had a job waiting for me too, through one of my old Prof's, working with some computer jockeys who needed help putting together business packages. It was decent pay, the job wasn't too tough, and the hours were very flexible. College was tougher, since I switched from business to graphic arts, and had to start over again. My folks just rolled their eyes at me and said to go for it, as long as I would damned well finish this time.
Well, now knowing what I liked, I spent a long time finding just the right place to stay. With my job and a little help from home, I found it - a beach house I could afford. A two story two bedroom shack overlooking a rocky shoreline with a sand beach not more than fifteen minutes walk away, in a quiet suburbia type of place. So what if it was old. Everybody back home was jealous. It was also the most important choice I ever made in my life, even though I didn't know it then.
Between college and work, I didn't have a lot of free time, and, being new, didn't know anybody to start off with. I did date occasionally, but only out of necessity. There was too much to do right here and now to find a bunch of new friends. So, I basically got adopted by my neighbors.
They were a youngish couple, Mary was 28 and Will was 35, just building up a new computer publishing business, and were starting to become financially comfortable (middle class). She had some money from an aunt someplace and they used it to buy and build their home on the beach. It was far nicer than the glorified shack I lived in. Oh yeah, the most important bit, they had two kids, Brenda and Vicky, aged 9 and 7 respectively.
Mary was a plumping middle-aged mom who looked like she was great a few years ago, but had let herself go a bit after the kids came along. Red hair, green eyes, nice features, generous curves, but a bit too heavy for my tastes. I found out later she'd put on the weight after having to take some hormone pills for a while. It was to my delight and constant frustration to see her slim back down over the next two years, regaining her wonderful figure.
Will was seven years older than Mary, and they'd gotten married shortly after she graduated from high school. He's a fit and trim 5'11" with sandy hair and hazel eyes and also looks good.
Their kids were wonderful - precocious, energetic, playful and smart. They took after their parents. Just more so, as I found out later.
Enough introduction. Let me tell you about the first step on this road I find myself on ...
It was three days after moving into the beachhouse, late afternoon, and I was sitting on the back porch soaking up some sun, enjoying a nice cool glass of lemonade (the beer was still warm and I was thirsty). Lying back on the lounger, eyes mostly closed, half asleep, zonked from moving, work, and school, I was rather startled to hear a voice coming from not far in front of me.
"Can I have some lemonade too, please?"
I opened my eyes to see this skinny little nine year old girl in a bikini sitting on the railing of my balcony. Being the suave, debonair world traveller that I am, I immediately grasped the situation and came out with some witty comments. Yeah, right. I was brain-fogged.
I looked at her and said "Who are you?"
After looking at each other for a few seconds, hoping my mind would start working, she spoke again.
"You're new here. I'm your next door neighbour. Hi. I'm thirsty. Could I have some lemonade please?"
It started to percolate through that this wasn't some sort of weird dream. I was awake, and there was a little kid in front of me. Like I said, brain-fogged.
"Uh, you live next door? Where's your folks?"
"Dad's working, and my mom and sister are at the beach. They won't be back for a while yet. I can't get in the house 'cause mom has the keys, and I'm thirsty."
"Oh. Right. Lemonade. Okay."
Well, like I said, I wasn't thinking too clearly, so I got up and went into the kitchen to get her a glass. It was more of a surprise when I turned around and found that she's followed me into the house. I gave her the glass and ushered her back outside.
"You know, your folks wouldn't like it if they knew you were walking into strange people's houses."
She looked at me real hard for a second. I felt like a bug under a microscope.
I was finally waking up. I still couldn't come up with any kind of a reply to this.
"'Cause you might take advantage of me?"
"Uh, well ..." More great conversation. This 9 year old had me flummoxed.
"You wouldn't. You aren't the kinda guy who'd hurt kids like me. Mom said so."
"Really? And how does your mom know that?"
She just sipped her drink and smiled at me a bit. She didn't answer my question, just asked me another one of hers. This was getting strange.
"Well, would you ever hurt me?"
Thinking carefully for a moment, I chose my words for a change.
"No, I guess your Mom is right. I don't hurt people, especially children."
"Good. Mom said I could invite you for lunch tomorrow. What's your name?"
"Rich or Richard?"
"Lunch tomorrow. If you're not busy."
Tomorrow was Saturday - no work, no school. I'd planned on either unpacking everything or vegging out on the porch all day. Guess which it would have been. She was eyeing me, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, I think I'd better hear that from your Mom before I say yes."
"Good! You'll come. Can I use your bathroom? I need to go pee."
"I guess. It's right beside the kitchen." She was off into the house before I stood up. By the time I got to the door, she was in the bathroom and had closed the door. Shaking my head, I sat back down to wait. Ten minutes later I was getting a little worried, and was just about to get up and check on my 'guest' when someone called for my attention. A lady in her late twenties and a little girl were walking up the path to my place.
"Hello. Have you seen Brenda? She said she'd be here."
Oh shit. "You must be her Mom."
"Yes. So she has been here."
"Hi Mom!" Brenda came out onto the porch, re-tying her bikini bottom. It was an embarrassing scene. I knew nothing had happened, but the implication that something might have been going on was there. I was blushing.
Now for the really embarrassing part. She came up behind me and gave me a big hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek.
"Look what I found! Can I keep him?"
"Of course you may, if he doesn't object. But you'd better let go for now, you're embarrassing the poor gentleman. Besides, you need to introduce us."
"Okay. Mom, this is Richard. Richard, this is Mary, my Mom, and Vicky, my sister."
Hello's were exchanged. Mine were a bit strangled because she hadn't let go of my neck.
"So, is he coming for lunch tomorrow?" Mary was speaking to Brenda, over my head, as though I weren't there.
"I think so. I think he's a bit shy though. He says he needs your okay first."
"Tell him I said it's fine. Make sure he dresses properly, Grandma will be there. See you in a while. Bye Richard."
She and the younger one, the seven year old, walked on up the path to their place, leaving Brenda alone with me. Now, as far as I know, this isn't normally what you'd expect from a mother or her daughter. It certainly wasn't where I grew up, and I doubted it was normal even here in California.
"Erg, could you let go, please? It's a little hard to breathe."
She let go and sat back up on the porch railing.
"So it's okay now. You're coming for lunch tomorrow. Mom says you hafta dress nice, so wear long pants, good shoes, and a nice shirt. No jeans. Come over at eleven. See ya!"
She jumped and ran, not waiting for any kind of answer. Not that I had one, or could thing of any questions or objections either. This is what the term 'railroaded' was invented to describe. They'd hit me when I wasn't ready, kept me off balance, and had me where they wanted me before I knew what was happening. This I figured out later. At the time, I was just too stunned.
Guess where I ended up for lunch the next day.
That was the start of it. I don't remember much about that lunch, except for two things. Brenda treated me like her date, leading me by the hand for introductions and a tour of the place, sitting beside me during lunch, and walking me home afterwards. Somehow they also talked me into having dinner there the following Saturday.
For the next few years, things went a little smoother. I guess Brenda and her mom had a talk or something, or maybe she realized how much she was embarrassing me, because she was rarely as forward as she was those first two days. I was a frequent visitor over at their place, either for lunch, dinner, cards, or just to socialize, sometimes a half-dozen times a month.
Both kids were frequent visitors at my place as well, popping over whenever they saw my back door open. I learned to close it whenever I was going in for a shower or was changing, because they'd walk right in without knocking. It scared the hell out of me the first time I walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel and saw two faces grinning and staring at me over the back of the couch.
When I talked to Mary about it, nervous as hell and blushing, of course, her answer was, to say the least, not what I expected.
"Richard, it's your house, so you make the rules. You can kick them out if you like, or tell them not to come over, but I will not tell them how to behave over there. That's up to you. As long as you never hurt them, I'll be okay with whatever happens. They both like you a lot and they both trust you, as do we."
Talk about ambiguous and open-ended.
Sometimes, when they couldn't get a sitter, Mary and Will would leave the girls in my care overnight. This happened regularly, usually once or twice a month, starting that fall. I'll tell you about the first couple of times. It'll show you how they were slowly wearing down my resistance, or scruples, or morals, or something. Anyway ...
The first time I babysat for the two girls was about three months after I moved into the beachhouse. It was November, the weather was unusually chilly with lots of wind, and my place was full of cold drafts. Like I said before, the place is an old shack.
I guess it's about time I described these two 'little' girls for you, before I carry on. It'll help you understand a bit better. Both girls were young, still kids, showing no female development whatsoever. They were skinny, with long legs, long arms, long necks, nice tans, and both showed the potential for true beauty later in life. Their eyes were a deep green, just like their mothers'.
Vicky (Victoria) is the younger of the pair by almost exactly two years. Her birthday is at the end of March, her sister's is at the beginning. She was then seven years old, about 4'8" tall (really tall for her age, probably end up around 6'). Her hair was long, halfway down her back, naturally wavy, and a rich, deep brown color. This was the lady of the pair, usually prim and proper, dressed nicely, rarely dirty or dishevelled. Behind the outer shell, though, was a daring and mischievous mind, always looking for something new or interesting.
Brenda was the same height as her sister, despite the two years head start, and would soon be passed. She was nine, and had the most gorgeous head of strawberry blonde hair I've ever seen. It was cut short, barely shoulder length, and was just as wavy as her sister's. This one was the tomboy. Almost nothing stopped her from doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to. The main difference between her and her sister was that she didn't hide any of her daring or impish curiosity behind a mask. It was all in the open. She had both a temper and an extreme stubborn streak. Get her mad at you for something and she'd stay mad for a week.
Did I mention before that they were both highly intelligent, precocious, daring, fearless, and had a set of morals that were mostly alien to mine? More on that later - for now, back to babysitting.
I wasn't too nervous about this because they were at my place a lot anyway. Since that first day, I had always treated both of them like small adults, talking with them rather than at them, never ignoring them, and always listening and being fair. It showed, because they also treated me fairly, as an adult and an equal. They were still kids, though, and respected my knowledge and authority. Usually.
Mary dropped them off at three, giving me some emergency numbers and last minute instructions on bedtimes. Being Saturday, these were flexible. They expected to be back the following afternoon. The girls had their backpacks, nighties, a change of clothes each, and some toys, games, and books to keep them amused. Oh, if you're wondering, this wasn't a paid thing. It was a favour for friends.
We watched a little TV, played a little, Brenda wrestled with me on the couch (I lost), then had dinner. Corn on the cob, 'burgers, and salad made a good meal, I thought. Jello for the girls for dessert. Later in the evening, after some TV, they wanted me to read them some more out of their latest book. It was something they'd started me on early. About once a week, we'd sit together on the couch and I would read them a chapter or two. They thought it was great, and I didn't mind. It was fun having them around for company. And besides, it was expanding my mind and my vocabulary.
Now, if I haven't mentioned it before (yeah, right, a dozen times already), these girls were intelligent and precocious. Books, to them, meant one thing - great stories and tales of adventure, magic, and mayhem. You're thinking sleeping beauty, little red riding hood, beauty and the beast. Not for these two. Lord of the Rings, Beowulf, The Iliad, Drangonriders, The Malloreon, Discworld, this was the kids' reading material. Their favorite authors were (and still are) Aspirin, Hawke, and Pratchett. At that age, I hadn't even started reading Enid Blyton.
I let them stay up a little later than their normal, then sent them to bed. They were supposed to sleep in my spare bedroom. That lasted until five minutes after I got to bed.
"It's cold." "I'm scared!" "I'm lonely." "I miss Mom and Dad." "Can we sleep with you?" "Mom and Dad let us." "This house makes funny noises." "Why is it so dark in here?"
You get the idea. I didn't think their parents would really appreciate me sleeping with the two girls. Call it a bit of prudishness on my part, but even if nothing happened, and nothing would, just the thought of sleeping with them made me nervous. I sent them back to their own bed. About a half-hour later I was awake again, a thump in the hall bringing me to full alert status. Burglars? Nah, had to be the girls. I pulled on my sweats and went to find out.
Vicky was sitting in the hall, a blanket wrapped around her, leaning against the wall. "I'm scared."
"Where's your sister?"
"All right you, back to bed."
"I can't sleep in there. It's too scary."
I left her there and went to find her sister. She was downstairs, sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the TV. The sound was turned off so I wouldn't hear it.
"Well? Why aren't you in bed?"
"It's too cold and lonely. Vicky won't stay in there, so I came down here."
I knew what was happening, of course, and so did the girls.
"Brenda, what would your mother say if she found out you ended up in my bed?"
"Nothing. She would be mad if she knew you made us sleep by ourselves when we're cold, lonely and scared, though."
Sighing, exasperated, knowing I'd already lost this one, I gave in. She was probably right about her mother, too. "All right, I give up. You win." She was running up the stairs before I finished talking. I ended up with one girl curled up in either arm, covers pulled up to our chins. I'm really glad their mother makes them wear full nighties to bed. I left my sweat pants on.
Waking up with the two girls in my bed was an adventure in embarrassment. They were still in my arms, Vicky facing me with her head on my chest, one hand on my stomach, with my arm around her waist and my hand resting on her hip. Brenda was facing away from me, butt pushed into my thigh, with my other arm wrapped around her and that hand being held by her on her chest. I could feel one of her nipples pressing into my palm.
They were both still asleep, so I tried to slither out of there. All this did was make things worse. When I tried to move my hand off Brenda's chest, she grabbed it tighter, with both hands, and pulled me back. I moved my hand off Vicky's hip and onto her waist. This made her wiggle around, and she ended up with one leg over top of mine and her crotch pressing into my hip. All I could do was lie back and try to sleep. These warm bodies did feel nice, though, even being kids.
I did doze off again, and woke up when the girls started squirming. "Just getting comfy" was the only muttered response I got when I asked if they were awake. Yeah, getting comfy with my legs, arms, chest and stomach. Hands and legs everywhere before they settled down to sleep again. I was quickly getting used to this, though, and again nodded off.
When the two of them finally woke up for real, I received a peck on the cheek from each, a thank you, and a good morning. The rest of the day was more normal.
A few days later, when I talked to Mary about what happened, her response was again a surprise. Not as big as the last one, because I was starting to know her, but still a surprise.
"Yes, I know. Did anything happen? Did you hurt either of them? Were they unhappy? No? Then what's the problem? Like I said before, it's your place. You control what happens over there. If you let them sleep with you, fine. It was their choice too, remember."
Needless to say, next time I babysat, the two of them didn't even make a pretense of going into the spare room. They waltzed up the stairs and dropped their packs in my room, cool as anything.
Somehow the years did slip by. For birthdays and Christmas I'd give them things that would be special for them, rather than the usual t-shirts or CD's or stuff like that. I gave Vicky a signed copy of Neuromancer for her tenth birthday. She showed it off to everybody for months. For Brenda's eleventh, I gave her a framed print of Michael Whelan's White Dragon. It's been hanging in her room ever since. Hey, I'd never heard of this stuff before, but it made the girls very happy.
I didn't neglect things on the home front, either. I made regular visits or calls home to talk with and gossip about family and friends. The folks were fine, and my sisters were doing okay. I tried hard to keep in touch with Caitlin, my baby sis, because I was always the one she'd turn to for help or comfort when I was home. I did miss her.
By the time I was ready to graduate, my neighbours seemed more like family to me than my own folks. Once I had my degree, and finished some post-grad courses I wanted to take, it would be time to move on in my life - start a career, get a social life again, find a good woman, etcetera etcetera. Maybe it was my vague ramblings on doing these things that made her strike earlier than she'd planned, suddenly realizing that I wouldn't be there forever. She hasn't told me the full truth yet, and may never tell me.
She started in on me just after finals were finished ...
I got back from work early on a Friday, putting in extra time now that my school workload was slowing down. It was now late April, so the weather was turning nice, and this had turned into a gorgeous sunny day. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a soda, and went to the back porch to stretch out and relax a bit.
Brenda was already there, sitting in a lounger, knees tucked under her chin, arms wrapped around her calves. She was staring out over the ocean. I could tell she'd been crying.
"What's the matter?"
"Riiiiiight. I'll be sitting here when you're ready to talk." I'd seen this too often to try and push her. Let her come to me if and when she was ready to unburden herself. If she didn't want to talk to me, she wouldn't be here. It did take a while. I was working on my second cola before she spoke up.
"Richard, when you're finished school, you're gonna move away, aren't you?"
All right, what gives? It's not the usual school/sister/boyfriend problem that I'm used to. At least, not the kind I was used to when dealing with my sister.
"Probably. I'll be starting a new job somewhere, maybe in another city. Don't worry, I won't forget you. You're like family to me."
She sat there for a while longer, staring at the sea.
"No, I didn't think you'd understand."
Before I could respond, she got up, walked over, and kissed me - a full French kiss right on the lips. Now THAT got my attention. She kissed good for a kid. Hell, that was a good kiss from anyone. Without another word, she walked off the porch and over to her place.
I watched her go, staring at her, too surprised to say anything.
I guess I should describe her again, both for your sake and mine. That kiss was a sort-of revelation for me, making me take a good look. She was no longer a little girl at thirteen years of age. Now she was a young lady, with many of her womanly charms developing. There was a definite figure there now, with nice breasts, slim waist, noticeable hips, nicely rounded ass, tapering thighs, and legs that went on into next week. Her hair was still that rich strawberry blonde, a little darker now at the start of spring, and her eyes were the same luminous green, large and expressive. The rest had developed from little-girl to young-woman, including a wide, full-lipped, expressive mouth. I now knew from first-hand experience how soft and tender those lips were, too.
She wasn't a kid anymore. She was a beautiful young lady. I hadn't paid attention to the changes, even when babysitting. I'd gotten so used to having them sleep with me when they were over, I never noticed the extra padding on the chest, the graceful curves, the rounding of her bottom. Not even when my hand was holding her breast, as I then remembered from the previous week. They still slept the same way when with me, Vicky in one arm, facing me, with my arm wrapped around her and my hand on her hip, and Brenda facing away from me, holding my hand to her chest.
Am I a prime idiot, or what. Is there any other male out there who wouldn't have noticed holding on to a beautifully shaped breast on a very pretty thirteen year old?
Thinking about it, Vicky wasn't a little kid either. She was two years behind Brenda in age, but not nearly that far behind in development. A bikini now had something to hide, or show off if you will. Her breasts were thickening pads behind her nipples, waist becoming defined, baby fat disappearing, hips widening, bottom starting to round out. She was now about 5'3", while her sister was 5'2".
I wasn't going to be sleeping with them while babysitting anymore, I decided. That decision turned out to be academic anyway.
She was back again the next morning, around ten. No hello, no knock, just suddenly there on the porch, staring out over the ocean. Now, I know I'm not the greatest conversationalist in the world, but usually when you say 'hello' you get some sort of response. Not that day. Time to wait it out again. I carried on, doing a little housework, some light reading, and writing up notes for work.
I made lunch for two, and we ate it in silence on the porch.
In the afternoon, Vicky came over for a while. She was her usual cheerful self despite Brenda's mood. I took her into the kitchen and asked what was wrong with her sister. Her answer? "You, silly!" When I pressed her on this, wanting to get some real answers, she just shut up or played dumb.
Vicky went home for dinner, but Brenda stayed on the porch. I made dinner for two, and we ate that in silence as well.
Time to ask her mom for help. I found Mary in her kitchen, cleaning up after their dinner. Giving a hand, I asked what was wrong with her daughter.
"Brenda? Nothing is wrong with her at all. It's her boyfriend that has the problem."
"Boyfriend?" That was news to me. I didn't know she had a boyfriend. Neither the girls nor their parents had mentioned anything about a boyfriend.
"Yes. She's been seeing him for a while, but he seems totally uninterested. It's very frustrating for her. She's got something up her sleeve, though, so I'd be careful around her for a while."
She had a boyfriend. Brenda had a boyfriend. One that I didn't know about. Someone stupid enough not to be interested in her. Why did that news get me so, well, mad and jealous?
There was no sign of her at my place. I imagined her going to see her boyfriend. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night, wondering about Brenda and her boyfriend, and what they did together.
Sunday morning she was there again, sitting in the back. This time Brenda was wearing a Bikini and sunning herself. I thought it was better than her just being wrapped up in a ball like the last couple of days. Communication lines were still down, even when I asked if she wanted to talk about her boyfriend. It was starting to worry me. Believe it or not, I did care a lot about this young lady. It hurt me seeing her like that, especially since it seemed she was taking out her social problems on me.
Being ignored was starting to get to me too, even though I tried not to show it.
I carried on with my chores and work, occasionally going out to sit with her for a few minutes. After my revelations the other day about her growing up, it was impossible to ignore her in that bikini, especially when she was on her stomach with that ass of hers exposed to view (guess what my favorite bit of female anatomy is). Each time I came back in, I had to adjust my cock into a more comfortable position. It's bloody awful when someone you've basically regarded as asexual (I don't fancy kids as sexual, personally) suddenly turns into a cock-hardening piece of jailbait without you noticing. She IS supposed to be like a sister or a cousin or something, right?
Lunch for two was again silent.
Later in the afternoon, it started clouding over and getting chilly. She showed no sign of moving, and it was obvious that she was getting cold. Well, I'm the one that's supposed to know better, so I brought her inside, wrapped her in a quilt, sat her on the couch, and made her some cocoa. No verbal response, but I did get a smile. That was something I hadn't seen for days and it made me feel a lot better.
Vicky came over after supper (I cooked for two again, if you hadn't guessed) hoping for a reading session. Sure, why not.
I fetched drinks - soda's for the girls and beer for me - picked up their book, and relaxed into my recliner. Readings generally lasted a half hour to an hour, depending on moods and the storyline. Two minutes into things, Brenda got off the couch and crawled up into my lap, quilt and all. The only two words I got from her for three days were "I'm cold".
Well, I wasn't very successful at not getting erect with that girl's bottom in my lap and her breasts resting on my chest. There's no way she could miss it, since it was running along her ass-crack, but she didn't move, say anything, or even blink. I could feel her nipples through her bikini and my shirt. She certainly didn't feel cold. Her head was resting, quite comfortably I might add, on my left shoulder just below my jaw line. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the feel of her body, it was just my scruples getting in the way. This was still a thirteen year old woman-child in my lap, despite what my body and my lewd imagination were saying. Somehow my emotions were also conspiring against me. Her little sigh of contentment left me flushed with a warm all-over glow.
After the reading was over, the two of them headed home. One thing she left me with, something which really confused me, was a big, warm, wet, kiss, just as she was getting up to go. Speechless, I watched that bikini-clad bottom of hers walk out the door and down the path. Emotions and feelings I didn't know I had came out. Sadness at seeing her leave, loneliness when she disappeared, and some jealousy and anger over her boyfriend. I thought that if I ever met that jackass, I'd straighten him out. Damned idiot, ignoring a girl - no, a woman, like Brenda. Dipstick didn't know a good thing when he saw it.
The other thing she left me with was a raging hard-on, the one that she'd been sitting on for the last hour. I wonder if she had any idea how bad off she left me.
Monday I had no classes and no work, so I did shopping, laundry, housework, yard maintenance, studying, and some design work. She showed up at four, curling up on the couch under the quilt, staring out the window. It was a change - she was in the house. It was still chilly out there. Dinner for two and an evening of TV. She went home at eight.
Tuesday I had classes and an afternoon of work, returning home after seven. She was on the porch, shivering. I asked if she'd eaten, and she shook her head no. I carried her inside, wrapped her up, gave her some cocoa, cooked her dinner (I'd already eaten), then asked what the hell she was doing. No answer. What a surprise. I sent her home.
Wednesday I had work in the morning and early afternoon. This time I made sure I was home before four. She showed up right on time again. Same spot on the couch, dinner for two, some TV, and back home at eight.
Thursday she was there at four, once again punctual. I went over to talk to Mary about her daughter, leaving Brenda alone.
"She's spent an entire week over at my place. Haven't you noticed?"
"Of course we have. It's just that she can work out her boyfriend problem a lot easier away from us, and your place is like her second home."
"How can she work it out? She doesn't say anything! All she does is stare at the ocean or the sky or the TV! I haven't had more than two words out of her all week! There must be something seriously wrong here."
"Richard, my daughter is hurting really bad right now. She is trying very hard to work out what is to her an extremely difficult situation. I can do nothing to help her, nor can her father or her sister. For the first time in her life she has a problem that only she can deal with."
"Surely to god there's something somebody can do? Maybe go out and have an, er, friendly chat with this boyfriend?"
"No, that wouldn't work either. We've talked things over here, and doing that would only make the situation worse. I really wish there was something we could do."
"So you're just going to let her live at my place until she's solved her problem?"
"That's your choice. It's your place, you make the rules. If you don't think she should be there, you can always tell her to leave."
Talk about unsatisfactory. No answers, no solution, no clues as to how to get into Brenda's head. Frustrated and uneasy I went back home.
Dinner for two again. If this went on, I'd need more provisions, and I thought about getting a better variety of food. Cooking for one leads to a rather uninteresting, almost monotonous set of staples. After some work and some TV, I sent her home at eight.
Friday, four o'clock, no Brenda. Five o'clock, no Brenda. Six o'clock, ditto. I dropped in at their place to socialize for a while. No Brenda. I went home again, watched some TV, and went to bed. I was lonely.
Saturday was a gorgeous, warm, sunny spring day. For some reason, it was even more perfect when I noticed Brenda sunning herself out in the back again, in her bikini. I called out a good morning, just to let her know I noticed. After cooking lunch for two, I went out shopping, leaving the back door open for her, returning just before suppertime to find she'd come inside, curled up under the quilt and fallen asleep. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable, and yes, so beautiful, it was hard to keep from picking her up just to hold her in my arms. I swore that if I ever met that jerk of a boyfriend, he would regret every moment of pain he caused this woman-child.
She woke up while I was cooking dinner. After eating, as we sat to watch TV, she snuggled up to my side, still under the quilt. I put my arm around her, feeling quite protective that evening. She felt good, even though I was *very* careful about where my hand was. That bikini left a lot of bare skin. When I went to bed, I was still muttering half-formed threats against that boyfriend of hers.
Sunday, same routine, except that after dinner Vicky came over for a reading session. I then realized I hadn't seen her all week. I guess Brenda was just too depressing to be around. Funny that I seemed to be happier with her there, even with her not saying anything. Yes, she curled up in my lap again, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and left me with another aching boner. I was still happy. Horny as hell, but happy.
She was over again Monday.
Tuesday I worked late, returning home at seven. Once again, she was out on the porch, shivering. I called her a bloomin' idiot and a numbskull and several other G-rated versions of the same thing, carried her inside, warmed her up, fed her, and told her that no stupid jackass of a boyfriend was worth going through this shit for.
Wednesday I told her I had a date Thursday and wouldn't be home until late. She just looked at me for a few seconds, then looked away. It was impossible for me to miss that brief stab of pain in her eyes. Later, lying in bed, I tried to figure out why it hurt her to know I was going out on a date, and why I felt so bad about it.
Thursday. My date was okay, she was a nice lady I'd met in school, and we'd dated several times before. She knew me fairly well, and commented that I seemed distracted all night. I told her it was a problem at work that kept popping up in my mind, and I apologized for being such a drag. There's no way I could tell her that I was worried about Brenda.
Friday. No Brenda. I went over to socialize for a while, and found out she was on a date with some guy from her school. Not her boyfriend. Okay, I can handle that, can't I? Maybe she's trying to make her boyfriend jealous.
Saturday. No Brenda.
Sunday. No Brenda. I asked Mary if she was getting over her boyfriend problem.
"I don't think so. This is the third day in a row she's had a date, and each time she's been with a different guy. I don't know what her boyfriend did, but she's apparently trying to make him jealous or get even with him for something. I have tried to talk to her about it, but with no success."
"What the hell does she think she's doing? Is this boyfriend of hers worth it?"
"She thinks so. I'm not so sure. He's a nice enough guy, but in some ways he is such an idiot. I just hope he realizes what's happening before Brenda really gets hurt."
Vicky came over for a while later that afternoon, just to talk and get away from home. I asked her about her sister.
"She's mad at her boyfriend. No, she didn't say why. Her boyfriend? I kinda like the guy. Her dates? Jerks, all of them. Why? I think she's lookin' for trouble. Mom thinks so too. Dad's stayin' out of it, 'cause mom knows lots more about my sister's problem."
I don't know about Brenda's boyfriend, but she was certainly getting me upset. And jealous. And worried.
Monday she was there. After dinner I tried to talk to her, to get her to say something to me. I talked, begged, pleaded, yelled, and shouted. I wasted my breath. Exasperated and drained, I sat on the couch with her to watch some TV. She snuggled up to my side again and I put my arm around her. The world was a good place again.
"Brenda, I'm working late again tomorrow night. Please try not to be a blithering idiot again by waiting here for me because I don't know what time I'll be home." No response. We just watched the tube for a while.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Huh? What? I was watching a show when she said something and totally missed it. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Do I? My mind ran through all the ladies I'd dated for the last year, whether they ended up as bedmates or not.
"No, I don't have a girlfriend. I have some ladyfriends that I go out on dates with, but no steady. Why do you ask?"
No answer. I did get a kiss before she went home that night, though. It left me stiff as a board, but what the hell. It felt good. Her question left me wondering what the hell she was up to.
Tuesday I got home at eleven. No sign that Brenda had been there. Good.
Wednesday, no Brenda. I did get a call from home, one that meant some changes were approaching. My baby sister was coming out early to stay with me. We had planned on her coming out in late August, but now she was going to be here in early may. Less than two weeks. Somehow she'd managed to finish high school early, and wanted to spend the summer here rather than at home. So she'd be here a few months earlier than planned. That would give her some time to get used to the city before going to college, since she'd already been accepted into the same U. I was attending. Now, I know there's something more to this because of the way my sister was trying to sound so easy going and convincing. It was simpler to shelve my suspicions for later than to worm it out of her over the 'phone. I looked forward to seeing her again, even if it was because of some unvoiced problems.
Thursday. No Brenda
Friday I went over to talk to Mary before school was out.
"Yes, she's been out on dates for the last two days. Two more new boys. I don't like either one of them."
"Vicky says that her dates have all been jerks."
"That could be. I've only met a few of them, so couldn't comment on them all, but those few I don't like very much."
"Why do you let her go out then? She's going to get into trouble with one of them eventually."
"Brenda is trying to sort out her problems with that boyfriend. I think she's waiting for him to make her stop. I don't know if that's going to work though, because she's playing dangerously. If it keeps going like this, there will be trouble sooner rather than later."
"That's what I mean! One of those kids won't take no for an answer. I'm sure of it. Doesn't that bother you?"
"Of course it does! She'll be losing her virginity to some creep rather than to someone she loves! Do you think I'm that stupid that I can't see what kind of dynamite she's playing with? If that boyfriend of hers doesn't smarten up soon, I'll get Will to use a baseball bat on him! Maybe then he'll understand what he's doing to my daughter!"
"That's something I've been thinking of doing myself for a week already. I just wish I knew who he was."
"That would only make things worse, and you know it. She is the only one who can really solve this problem."
"When she gets home, please send her over. I'm going to try and talk some sense into that thick skull of hers, even if she won't say a damned word to me."
She showed up at four. We had dinner, then we cuddled in front of the TV. After a few caresses, I tried to talk to her.
"Why are you going out with all these jerks?" No answer. "All you are going to do is get yourself into trouble. Nobody is worth the problems you could cause yourself." No response. "Please, Brenda, don't do this to yourself. Think of your family." Nothing. "Please. You're hurting your mother, your father, your sister." She just sat there with her eyes on the tube. "All right. For my sake then. I just couldn't stand the thought of you being hurt by one of those guys."
After talking a bit longer, still being totally ignored, I wound down. It took a while but she did say something.
Huh? An answer? A positive one yet?
"You mean you won't go out with those creeps anymore?"
"I won't go out on any more dates with those guys."
"What made you change your mind?"
No answer. No more answers for the rest of the evening. As she left, I kissed her for a change. She smiled. I still couldn't figure out what I said to change her mind about those creeps she was going out with. It was something to puzzle over.
Saturday it rained. She and Vicky were both over for most of the day. They both sat on the couch, reading, watching some TV, and staring out the window. At least Vicky would still talk to me, so we jawed about her school, the kids she knew, my work and school, her parents, and my family. I cooked them lunch, then supper. We had cocoa and popcorn in front of the TV later, and Brenda sat in my lap until they went home. One thing about having her over regularly, my beer consumption was way down.
Sunday was similar to Saturday, except they both went home for dinner. It was lonely, cooking for myself again.
So far, so normal. Things were getting odd, but nothing truly bizarre or weird was happening. Brenda was having a lot of trouble dealing with her boyfriend problem, and was dealing with it in a way I didn't understand, but I could handle it. I thought I could handle it.
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Here's where the results of their machinations finally showed up. Something I never would have believed myself capable of years ago. Something I still have trouble believing happened to me. Something that I actively participated in. I still don't know what was going on in my head at that time. Not that it really matters much, now.
Monday she was back again. After dinner, when we were snuggling in front of the TV, I asked her a question that had been bothering me for a while. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.
"Brenda, why are you here at my place all the time? Your mother says it's because you're working out a problem with your boyfriend. Shouldn't you be with him instead?"
She turned and looked at me with those big beautiful green eyes of hers. After a minute of staring, she kissed me, then turned back to the TV.
I admit that I can be pretty dense. Sometimes things that are obvious to others just pass me by. Hints may have to be less than subtle. I do, however, notice it when someone hits me with a baseball bat. That's what it felt like. A nice 32 ouncer right across the back of my skull. I was the jerk, the bastard, that horse's behind.
Just to confirm my idiocy, I had to ask.
"I'm the boyfriend everyone's been talking about, aren't I?"
A simple answer, said so calmly and so easily she could have been saying yes to having a soda. Like the class A-1 jerk I am, I opened my mouth before thinking things through.
"Brenda, I can't be your boyfriend. I'm far too old for you!"
Here I am, cuddled up with her under a quilt, alone with her in my place for the umpteenth time, watching TV, my arm around her, touching and occasionally kissing, suddenly realizing what was going on. Like I said. Dense. She had an answer for that. Or rather, she had a question.
"Do you love me?"
I opened my mouth, ready with another quick answer, then shut it before I made things worse. Besides, the more I thought it through, the less sure I was of my answer. I did love her, but in what way? I had no reply to give, so this time I kept silent. The thing that surprised me was that we stayed snuggled together until it was time for her to go home. She never moved away from me, and I never moved my arm or myself away from her. We kissed again as she left.
Sleep only came to me early in the morning. It was haunted by unremembered dreams.
Tuesday I re-arranged my work schedule so I could talk with Mary in the afternoon before Brenda got home from school. It was a memorable conversation.
"Mary, Brenda asked me a question yesterday and I don't know what kind of an answer I can give her."
"Let me guess. First, you figured out who her boyfriend is, right?"
"I - Uh, yes."
"Then she asked you the big question. We talked about it last night."
"What am I supposed to say to her?"
"The truth, when you figure that out."
"Come off it. She's almost young enough to be my daughter. I can't be her boyfriend. There's no way it could ever work out."
She *was* almost young enough to be my daughter. If I'd been really unlucky my first time, I could have had a kid about twelve years old at that point.
"Let's try something different before you say something you'll regret. I'll ask you a few questions, and for each honest answer I'll give you something in return. These will be difficult, so think before you reply. Nothing you say will be repeated to anyone, either."
It wasn't what I expected. Then again, I had no idea how she'd react in the first place. But this?
"How old were you when you first had sex?"
Instant panic. Then the automatic reflexes kicked in. "Sixteen."
"Richard, I said honest answers. That means the truth. Otherwise leave."
Honest answers. This was important. Was I that transparent?
"You have to promise first that *nothing* I say here will ever be repeated."
"You have my solemn word."
"I was twelve. Don't ask who with, because I'll never tell anyone that."
(And before you dirty-minded pervs out there get any ideas, no it wasn't with either of my sisters or my mother or my aunt.)
"The first time is supposed to be a wonderful experience. Did you enjoy it?"
"No. Neither one of us had the slightest idea of what to do, so it was messy, painful for her, upsetting to me, and downright scary seeing all that blood. We never ever tried that again, at least with each other."
"Yours was a little worse than average, but not by all that much. My first time was when I was eleven. He was eighteen, and we both loved every second of the event, even the brief pain when I lost my cherry."
"What sick bastard would fuck an eleven year old?"
She grabbed a beer from the fridge and put it in front of me.
"Here. You'll need that to wash the taste of foot from your mouth. It was Will, my husband."
I shut my mouth, then had a quick couple of slugs. This was a shock. It was difficult to picture Will as a pedophile.
"You see, I chose him to be my first because I wanted it to be special. He was smart, good-looking, charming, and a really nice person. It took a lot of convincing on my part to get him to 'take advantage' of me. I don't thing he realized back then how things would turn out. My mother never suspected a thing until I was seventeen and I picked him to be my date at the junior prom."
"So you're saying that you approve of anything that happens between us. Is that it?"
"I'll answer that with another question. How many of Brenda's classmates do you think are still virgins?"
"What's that got to do with anything!?"
"Answer the question."
"I have no idea. All? Most of them?"
"Just over half. The others have already started in on their sex lives, whether as a one-time thing or on a regular basis. By this time next year, you'd be lucky to find half a dozen virgins in that class. What I'm saying is that Brenda has made it clear that she will be active soon, with or without you. She chose you years ago, but you've been so thick-headed that you've never noticed. Then you drop hints about moving away. What do you think that's doing to her?"
Now I'm trying to picture it from her point of view, and I realize that I can't. She's probably spent more time at my place than anywhere outside of home or school. We've done things together that require a great deal of trust and faith in each other. Hell, she's been occasionally sharing my bed. I thought I knew her. Trust, yes. Faith, yes. Love?
"Mary, what is it she's looking for from me? I need to know."
"You have to ask her that. Once you start asking the right questions, she'll start talking to you again."
"How long have you been in on this conspiracy?"
"For half a year. That's when she became serious about you. Before that, it was just an infatuation, and we ignored it. Since then, Brenda, Will, and I have had quite a few arguments, but she has her mind made up. If we say no, she's made it clear that her second choice is either the football team or the baseball team. I *thought* she was joking, but she didn't smile or laugh when she said that. Brenda gave us a choice, and we would rather she have her chance with you than do something stupid in retaliation."
It took a few seconds for me to absorb that shock.
"Is there anything else I should know?"
"Only this. I love my daughter, and I do not want to see her get hurt. Make certain that you can live with your choices, whatever they are."
She was over at four, as usual. I was getting good at this cooking for two business, since I was getting so much practice. The quality of the food and the cooking had gone up considerably over the course of those two weeks.
After dinner, we cuddled again, adding in some more caressing and kissing, this time watching the sunset.
It was time for some honest answers, I hoped.
"Why did you choose me?"
She looked at me, looked back at the sunset, and sighed.
"You are a really nice guy. You are handsome, intelligent, willing to learn, and you can think. For me, you've always been a person, not just another adult. You treated me nice, paid attention to me, bought me things that were special just for me, and you said you'd never hurt me. You never have. Lots of times you could have taken advantage of me, teased me, sent me home for teasing you, or tattled when Vicky and I fought, but you never did. I fell in love with you. That's why I chose you."
All right, what was I supposed to say. She just bared her soul, and I didn't know if it was within me to give her what she wanted.
"What are you looking for from me?"
"Love. The real kind. I think you love me, but I don't know for sure. I guess it's 'cause you don't know either. I'm waiting for you to figure that out."
I guess I asked the right question. Could I handle the answer? It definitely needed a lot of thought. One thing I did notice - over the past two weeks it had changed from her showing up and sometimes snuggling up to me to *us* cuddling, caressing, and kissing. There had never been a full-time lady in my life (except the Aussie, but we both knew that would end) and sitting there, sharing time with Brenda, did feel awfully nice. But did I love her like she was the love of my life? Once again, I had no answer to give.
Wednesday, when we were cuddling, I asked one more question.
"Brenda, if I did leave, what would you do?"
I could feel the tension and shock roll through her body.
"Richard, if you left me, I would be heartbroken for a long time. Eventually I would get over it, of course, and try to find someone else. It would never be the same as with you, but I would probably find a man I could care for. He wouldn't be as good for me as you are, but if that's what you decide, then I have no choice."
"I haven't decided yet. I wanted to hear from you what might happen. It helps to know you wouldn't do something really foolish."
Later that night, I tried to picture someone else sitting beside me on the couch, someone besides Brenda. Anyone else. I went through my batch of possible dates, the ladies in college, the ones I met overseas, even the girls from high school. It wasn't difficult to picture sitting and cuddling with most of them, but it was impossible to imagine sitting there and getting the same feelings of togetherness and belonging. Only one came close, and that was Nadine, the woman from Australia. Of course, that may have been leftover lust. She was still the best bedmate I'd ever had.
That didn't do much good.
Thursday at lunchtime I got some help making up my mind. It was a question I asked of one of our customers. We were treating them to lunch, and things had already moved from pleasantries through business and into general talk. Jerry, the customer's head guy, was going through his fourth divorce. I asked him if he'd ever found the perfect woman.
"Once, a very long time ago, I did. She was beautiful, intelligent, cuddlesome, and a lot of fun to be with. I was young and foolish, too full of myself. There were lots of chicks around. I took her for granted, took too long to pop the question, so she found someone else. It was only after she left that I realized how much I loved her. I've been looking for someone like her for the last thirty years. If you have a chance like that, don't pass it up."
"How did you finally figure out that you loved her?"
"That's an easy question for me now. The answer simply came too late to help. Just picture that special person in your mind, in a time and place where you both were happy together. Now imagine spending the entire rest of your life without her. If you can do that with a steady heart, you're not in love. If the thought makes you ill, then you may be in love. The worse you feel, the more likely you love the lady. I've never been in love since, but I keep looking, obviously without any luck."
Later that evening, when Brenda and I were cuddling, I tried out his suggestion. It was easy to imagine us sitting here watching the sunset, because that's what we were doing. Pushing forward ten years, then twenty, I removed her from the picture. I took out her form, her smile, her eyes and hair, her unique smell, that fantastic ass, her voice and laugh, the arguments and teasing, her temper, all the books and readings, our kisses and cuddles, watching her in the sunshine, seeing her sleeping, having her run all over the place, the way we slept together, her face when she unwrapped a special present, how she made me feel when we were together like that, everything. Just imagining it left such a big hole in my heart I started to cry.
Brenda waited for my to finish, not saying a word. It was a quick recovery, since I could still hold and cuddle her. We kissed.
"Brenda, I love you. For now and for always. As long as you want me, I'm yours."
"It's about damned time you figured that out! I've been waiting a year already! Now let's kiss for real!"
So much for my idyllic romantic scene. I needed to adjust my imagined 'love moments', modifying them to match the spirit and temperament, never mind the impatience, of a thirteen year old girl.
There is something to be said for enthusiasm. Her kissing technique needed a little work, but she was good and would get better. It was definitely a lot of fun, especially when she was squirming on my lap. I hoped I would never regret that choice. She went home at eight, promising that the next day, being Friday, we'd start getting serious. Talk about a suggestive statement!
Well? How would you have fared against this lady? Any better than me? Or am I the only weak-willed person on the planet, the only one who could have been captivated by this young vixen?
Something I always wondered about is what would have happened if she had been less adamant about capturing me, or if one of those other dates had gotten to her first. Where would we each be now? Would I have found someone to love like I love her? Somehow I doubt it.
First, I'll tell you about the great time we had on Friday. I'll save Saturday and all the surprises for later.
Friday was very ... memorable.
After my morning class and some early afternoon work, I dropped in to speak with Mary again. That was before Brenda got off school.
"So, did she tell you?"
"She didn't have to. She was lit up like a beacon and bouncing off the walls. The only thing she needed to say was "he's finally mine!". You could be in for some rather, ah, interesting times."
"No kidding. That's what I'm here to talk about. You realize, of course, now that I've said yes, what she's going to want?"
"Do we need to go through that again? I already understand what you are going through, and how my daughter is feeling. This is her choice. Just be good to her. It's all I ask."
Mary invited me to dinner Saturday, as a sort of celebration.
I decided to dress up for our first night. Shiny black shoes, black socks, pressed black dress pants, and a white dress shirt with cuffs and collar. I ignored the cologne, since most of my previous dates preferred a natural smell if we were intending to become intimate.
Dinner was sort-of catered. I went out of my way to get some really good Chinese take-out. It would reheat nicely in the oven or the microwave. There was already wine and beer in the 'fridge, so that wasn't a problem, though I doubted she had done much, if any, drinking before. That was in addition to the usual assortment of sodas.
It took forever for four o'clock to show up. Brenda didn't show until five. The wait was worth it.
She and her mom must have worked for hours to get her looking like that. Her red-blonde hair was pulled back into a pair of braids, one falling behind either shoulder. There were hints of makeup on her face, just enough to accent her eyes, cheeks and lips. She didn't need any more. On top she wore a beautiful soft white blouse with full sleeves and lacy neck and wrists. You could just see hints of the lace bra underneath, through the fabric. Below that was a navy blue miniskirt, just barely long enough to cover the tops of her stocking in front and back, and showing them off on the slit sides. Yes, she wore pale blue elastic-topped stockings. Her shoes were the same navy blue as the dress.
This woman-child was a magnificent sight. Her outfit showed off all her assets, including her long luscious legs, nice waist, petite breasts, and, my favorite, that tight, round backside. If Brenda had dressed like that on any of her dates in the last couple of weeks, there's no way those guys would have left her alone. When she came in, she did a slow turn, letting me get a good look at all sides of that beautiful creature.
In spite of all the physical beauty, it was her eyes that drew me to her. They glowed, revealing an inner fire I couldn't resist. For a time, little existed other than her, all else fading into nothingness. Her look of love, tinged with lust, re-ignited my passions, sweeping aside all doubts and questions. The woman I loved was standing there, waiting for me, wanting me.
"... like it?" She had been speaking, but I hadn't heard any of it.
"You are so beautiful ..." In two steps I was there, lifting her in an embrace so we could kiss. I think I may have frightened her a little, since it took some time before her arms finally wove themselves around my neck. It was the single most wonderful kiss I have ever experienced. The magic of the moment was simply too powerful to ever be repeated in my lifetime.
That intense period of rapture slowly passed, leaving behind a legacy of happiness, caring, and love. I came back to myself, regaining awareness of my surroundings. She was returning my kiss with a hunger I have rarely seen, pulling herself into me with arms and legs, almost painfully crushing her lips to mine, our tongues dancing in and out in an unchoreographed web of desire.
Did I teach her to kiss like that?
I pulled back from her for a moment. I needed to breathe. It was either that or pass out. Once again I could see into her eyes and was struck by the raw passion there, something I'd never seen in her before, something I hoped would be there forever.
"Wow! Do you kiss all the girls like that?"
I chuckled. "Only one."
"You." I leaned in for another kiss, one less forceful, but with all the same love and desire I felt for this woman-child. Her lips tasted of strawberries, I noticed.
That was something new for both of us, and it was a bit scary. I had no idea how much this person could affect me until then, and the result was frightening in it's intensity. No person in my life had stirred up those emotions, whether lovers or family. For her, everything was new, untasted and unknown. I had to bring down the heat a little, or I really would have scared her. It was tough reigning in my hormones.
We did eventually have dinner, curled up on the couch, watching the sunset again. Despite my romanticism, the wine was left in the fridge. Beer did go nicely with chinese, though. We shared two.
After dinner, she dragged me upstairs. "I want to see this thing I've been sitting on for all these months."
She was serious. As soon as we were in the room, she sat on the bed and told me to strip.
"I've seen everything but what's in your shorts, and I wanna see that thing now too. Come on, get moving."
"Impatient, aren't we." I was just as impatient as she was, but was also quite a bit more experienced. A little anticipation goes a long way, and can be quite a turn-on. It only took me about two minutes to undress to my boxers, but probably seemed more like twenty to Brenda.
"Here. I'll let you unwrap your new toy."
My cock was already hard, tenting out the front of my shorts. She came over, looking a little tentative, reaching out with one of her small hands to touch the front of the bulge. That first contact sent shivers through me. She traced the outline through the fabric, moving it this way and that, getting an idea of the size and shape of it. Hooking her fingers under the elastic on either hip, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one motion. My cock sprang free and bounced off her chin on her way down.
It was intriguing, watching her examine me, eyes wide and glittering with excitement.
"Is this the first cock you've ever seen?"
"No, but it's the first one I've seen up close."
Interesting answer. I made a mental note to talk with Mary about that.
It was my turn next. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew her in to me, pulling her head down for a kiss. It was another pulse-pounding event, with her holding my cock with both hands.
Removing my lips from hers, I began to explore the rest of her with them, moving along her chin then down her throat. It was easy to undo her blouse and slip it over her shoulders. She released my shaft and dropped the blouse to the floor. Grabbing each other, we dove into another kiss, assaulting each other with lips and tongues.
She pulled back, breaking our kiss and embrace, leaving us both gasping for air. She giggled, the first time I ever heard that sound from her.
"I think I need to be naked now, don't you?"
I sat there and watched as she removed her bra, dropping it on a chair. She moved her blouse from the floor to that same chair. It was soon followed by her shoes, skirt, stockings, and panties.
Now she was nude, standing there in front of me, blushing, but making no move to cover up. In fact, she began to show off a little, turning and letting me get a good close look at every part of her. As much as I had seen with her in a bikini, this was much better. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, topped by quarter-sized dark pink aureole and little-girl nipples that were now hard and pointed. Something I immediately noticed was that there were no tan lines.
Looking lower, in front and behind, I saw no tan lines anywhere - and no hair. She must have seen the surprise on my face.
"We've got a very private backyard. Mom lets us skinny-dip in the pool and get an all-over tan when nobody else is around. It's fun, and a bit exciting. We do it all the time."
"No hair, either." I was stating the obvious.
"Well, I don't have much anyway, and it's easier to shave it all than try and keep it trimmed for gymnastics. Besides, it makes me feel - *nasty*."
"I like it. May I?"
I reached out my hands for her breasts, and she moved into them, allowing me to touch, hold, fondle, and caress those tight little tanned half-orbs. Stepping in closer, she pulled my head down towards her chest, keeping her hands on my shoulders for support. How could I resist such an invitation? At first, I simply let my head rest between her mounds, getting used to the feel of being so close to her, still using my hands to gently massage those fleshy pillows, gently teasing and rubbing her nipples with my fingers. It was with care and tenderness, using lips and tongue, that I began to nibble and lick my way around the outsides of her breasts. They were warm, oh-so-soft and silky, tasting slightly salty from sweat.
My hands moved behind her, one caressing her shoulders, neck, and upper back, the other moving lower to touch and caress the backs of her legs and that wonderfully tight, round, firm ass. It felt even better than it looked.
Those gentle ministrations were having an effect on her. I could feel her body's tension and hear her occasional slight, almost whining, sigh of pleasure. Using both hands, I began a gentle caress of her entire lower body, starting from her lower back, over her ass and down the back of her legs, then up her thighs, over her hips to her waist, across the front of her stomach, then down over her mound and the fronts of her legs. When one hand touched her inner thigh, she spread her legs to allow me access to her crotch. That, I denied myself, for the moment. It was simply too much fun exploring the rest of her beautiful body.
My mouth was not idle during that time. I licked and nibbled each orb in turn, slowly inching closer to her nipples, until my tongue was circling just out of reach of her buds. When I opened my mouth and sucked half her tit into my mouth, she shuddered and groaned, pressing herself closer to me, spreading her knees, and starting a slow rocking motion with her hips. She was getting wound up in a hurry.
I continued to lick and suck on her nipples, pulling them into my mouth and flicking them with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at them with my lips, sometimes grazing them lightly with my teeth. My hands continuously caressed her body, coming close to but never quite touching her pussy. Her breathing was becoming faster and heavier, those squeaking sighs more frequent. There was now a damp heat radiating from her crotch, something I could feel whenever one of my hands wandered near. The rocking of her hips was also getting faster and more insistent, almost beginning to demand attention.
It was difficult to maintain a slow pace, but it was for her pleasure, so I did. If I pushed too fast or too hard, I might have scared her or hurt her, and that would have been unforgivable. My own needs would have to wait, possibly for another day. With the promise of a long future, it was a very small sacrifice.
Now she was completely lost within her own pre-orgasmic world. All thoughts and inhibitions had disappeared. I was in control of her body and her sensations, and I wanted to draw out her pleasure for a while. It would have been easy (and I was tempted) to jam my hand into her crotch and drive her into an almost immediate orgasm, but that would be short-changing her after that long, delicious build-up. No, taking my time and doing it right, despite the pounding of my heart and the fire in my belly, was the best thing right then.
Moving both hands, I used one to hold, fondle, and squeeze those tight ass muscles of hers, and the other I used to cup her pussy, all of it, from her mound to her ass crack. She immediately spread her legs wider and attempted to drive herself to orgasm by grinding her crotch into my palm. I let my hand be moved along with her hips, denying her that release. Her high-pitched sigh/whines were now interspersed with the odd whimper and moan of frustration. She wanted to cum bad, and I wasn't letting her.
It was easy to let my hand ride with her motions, leaving just enough resistance to stimulate her, but not nearly enough to get her off. Slowly she gave up on thrusting, settling in to a slight rocking of her hips. Her whimpers and moans changed to sighs of pleasure when I increased the pressure of both hands, one pushing from behind on her ass, the other pushing up from below and in front against her pussy. She was completely soaked between her legs, pumping out an amazing amount of liquid for such a young girl. It was easy to lubricate one finger and let it settle in between her lower lips, sinking it deep to lie full-length against her inner recesses. Her rocking motion increased in intensity, becoming harder and faster, but only moved a few inches back and forth.
I let her get herself off, rocking and swiveling her hips, changing position and angle to press her most sensitive spots against me. I helped by grinding my palm into her mound to stimulate her clit, and by crooking my finger and driving the tip into her hole.
She came with a gasp and a shudder, her entire body tensing and stopping all motion. I responded by attacking her with hands and mouth. I had never stopped licking and nibbling her nipples, but I went back to a hard sucking, tonguing, and nipping of them. My hands were driving fast, replacing her now absent motion with their own, pushing her, rubbing her clit, her slot, and the first inch of her vagina. With that strong, flexible, well-conditioned gymnast's body of hers, she could handle a long, drawn-out climax, and I gave it to her. I kept her there for a good minute or so, only slowing and stopping when she ran out of air. I'm not sure how many peaks she had, but each one was punctuated by another loud gasp and a firmer pull on my head with her arms.
To prevent her from collapsing on the floor, I stood and picked her up. Laying her out on the bed, I crawled on beside her, pulling her to me in a tight embrace. Shudders were still running through her from that long, intense set of orgasms. I pulled a blanket over us both, then kissed her, lightly, before settling down for some rest. She needed it.
I guess I drifted off for a bit there, because I woke up to a wonderful sensation on my cock. When I looked, Brenda was curled up between my legs, one hand slowly stroking my shaft, while she licked the underside with her tongue. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine for a second, acknowledging the fact that I was awake.
"I think I like my new toy. In sex ed they always call it a penis. What do you call it?"
"Well, when I think about it, I call it my cock."
"Sometimes the other girls call it funny names, ones I don't recognize. Can you tell me all of them?"
"Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
She was giving me a nice, leisurely hand job with a lot of tongue action thrown in. It was a fairly skillful effort too. Somehow I didn't think this was her first time - she was doing too good a job.
"Yes, this feels really nice. How many other boys have you done this to?"
"None. This is my first time. I've never touched a ... cock ... before."
"How come you're so good at it, then?"
"Well, if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you know."
"I've been watchin' mom and dad for years. They do all kindsa stuff. This is one of dad's favorites. Of course, mom usually does this, too."
She moved forward a bit and ... engulfed ... my cock. That's the only way I can describe it. The feeling was incredible as her mouth closed over onto two-thirds of my shaft. I guess she wanted to get used to the taste or the feel or something, because all she did for the next few minutes was do a bit of sucking and lick around on different parts of the shaft and head. She pulled off and let go with an almost audible pop, and resumed her slow stroking.
"That doesn't taste too bad. Not like some of the girls said. It's kinda musky and salty, but not gross. What's that stuff?"
I opened my eyes again. She was staring at a drop of pre-cum sitting on the head of my cock.
"That's a bit of pre-cum. Didn't they teach you about that in your sex ed class?"
"N-no. It's not pee, is it?"
"No, it's not. I can't pee when I'm excited like this. The plumbing inside gets turned off. They don't teach you much, do they."
"All they teach is about penises and vaginas and wombs and testicles and ovaries and eggs and sperm and periods and making babies - and lots and lots about funny diseases people can get. They don't say anything about fucking or kissing or climaxing or any of the good stuff. We gotta figure that out on our own."
"True. But that's all part of the fun of growing up. The older you get, the more you know, the more fun you have."
"Yeah, but I wanna have fun now, not wait until I'm old. Heck, mom started a long time before me, and Vicky ..."
"Nah. She hasn't done anything with guys yet. She's still a virgin too."
So there's secrets for Vicky too. Something else to ask Mary about.
"It's time to play with my new toy. Now, how does mom do this ..."
She got up on her knees and leaned over my cock. Using her tongue, she lapped up the few drops of pre-cum, rolling them around in her mouth before swallowing. With one motion she was again taking over half my cock in her mouth. This time, she started a slow bobbing motion, sliding up and down my shaft. The conversation had distracted me from what was happening, but suddenly I could feel myself edging a little closer to that ultimate peak.
I could tell she was practicing, getting used to the feel of my cock in her mouth, as well as its taste and smell. Her tongue explored every part it could reach, including trying to insinuate itself into the hole in the tip of my cock. I've had better blow jobs, but not for several years. The girl was incredible, instinctively doing all the right things. I guess watching a live show every once in a while helps further an education more than I would have thought. I knew if she kept it up, she'd find out first-hand what semen tasted like.
Brenda started trying something new. She pulled back a bit, tipped up her head, and slowly sank down into my groin. I could feel the back of her mouth, then some spasms as her choke reflex kicked in. Moving back a bit, then forward again, she sank a little farther in, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She pulled back a bit again, catching her breath, then tilted her head a bit farther and pushed down again. That time I could feel the head of my cock pass through into her throat. I could see the concentration in her face - her eyes were closed tight and her brow was drawn down. After pulling back for some more air, she pushed in again, sinking down until her nose was buried in my curly hairs. She'd done it. I could feel my cock being massaged and compressed every time she swallowed, and could see the lump in her throat where the head of my cock sat. She finally pulled right off, breathing hard, with a look of real satisfaction on her face.
All through it I could only lie there and stare at what she was doing, with my jaw hanging open and my eyes bugging out. The last time I'd been swallowed like that was in Puson, and that girl was an expert. I've had plenty of blow jobs since Puson, but never had anyone go right down on me. Guys, if you've ever had this done to you, you know exactly how I felt. It's impossible to describe, trying to combine the intense physical pleasure of a tight throat and warm mouth with the mental stimulation of knowing that your cock is sitting in the gullet of the woman in front of you, and she's doing it willingly.
By the time she was done, I was gasping and shuddering, on the verge of climax. But, she was done, and left me hanging there, unaware of how close I was to blowing my load. She slithered up beside me and gave me a big, warm, smack on the lips.
"Do you think you could be happy with me? I mean, I am rather young, and underdeveloped, and I don't know much, and ... and ..."
"Shhh, Brenda, It's okay. C'mere."
I gave her a big hug and a kiss.
"Now listen. I love you. I love you for what you are, not what you aren't. You are beautiful, inside and out, with personality, charm, wit, intelligence, and a killer bod. Yes, you are young and inexperienced, but everyone is at one point. I want to be with you while you learn about life and love. As you grow older, your beauty will change from one form to another, but you will still be beautiful. I'll be happy just to be with you, as long as you want me. And I hope that will be for a long, long time."
"Richard, I love you."
That next kiss lasted for some time. It's amazing how much passion can be expressed by two people holding each other tight in a lip-lock that just won't quit. It helps having a lot of skin contact, and having a partner who can't seem to lie still.
We lay there for a while, sneaking little kisses from each other, whispering about nothing in particular, holding and touching, just getting used to being intimate. I watched the lust building up in her eyes, until ...
"Richard, would you ..."
"Would I what?"
"Well, would you, like, do me?"
"Well, like, sorta like I did you, sorta?"
"You mean, lick your pussy?" I was guessing.
"Well, yeah. I see dad do it to mom all the time and she looks like she loves it but the girls at school say guys don't like it and they won't do it 'cause it's gross but they like it too and say it's wonderful but I don't know what it's like and I want to try it! Please?"
How she got all that out in one breath I'll never know.
"Well, let's see. If you think about it, it is a little gross. I mean, girls pee there, they have periods with all that blood and stuff, they get nasty infections, and they get really sweaty and wet in there."
"Of course, that's never bothered me. Eating out a girl is probably my third-favorite thing to do."
I moved in for another kiss. If she learned to kiss like this from me, then she's a much better student than I am a teacher. Of course, I could be better than I give myself credit for, but I doubt it.
It took a while for me to work my way down to her pussy. I lingered on her neck for a bit, then paid more than lip service (Ha! I couldn't resist!) to her breasts and nipples. By the time I arrived, she was breathing heavily and letting out the occasional sigh. Shifting us around, I moved in between her legs and lifted her calves over my shoulders - my favorite position for a long, lingering session.
She was beautiful here too. No tan lines - even her pussy lips were tanned. No hair or stubble anywhere. Even as worked up as she was with her legs spread like that, her lips stayed tightly closed.
Using both hands, I opened her up to view her hidden treasures. That let loose several trickles of her juice, which I immediately lapped up. If her wiggling and groaning was any indication, she was definitely heated up and ready for more.
With the tip of my tongue I traced the junction of her inner thigh and crotch, from bottom to top, up over her bare mound, then down the other side. After a short pause to lap up some more dribbles, I circled back the other way, caught a few more drops, then went back again. When I gave her one broad stroke from hole to hole to pick up a little stream, I had to hold her down so she wouldn't throw me off the bed with her hips. She liked it.
I began to lick at and in her hole to clean up all those delicious fluids collected there. Inside, she was creamier than outside, and her taste was a bit thicker and stronger. It was hard to keep up with her flow, especially since I couldn't sink my tongue in all the way. Her hymen blocked off access about an inch deep.
So I settled into a rhythm for a while, waiting to see if she'd cum. Lick deep inside several times to pick up her thick cream. Run my tongue along the outside edge of her hole for a few seconds. Trace a line along the edges of both outer and inner lips. Dip down to tickle her anus. Return with two or three broad strokes from hole to hole. Back inside for more juice and cream.
Sometimes it was hard to keep the sequence going, especially when Brenda tried to buck me off the bed. She hadn't cum yet, but her moans and unintelligible cries and shouts let me know she enjoyed my attentions. I was pumping my tongue in and out of her hole when there was a sudden arching and stiffening of her entire body, combined with a gasp of indrawn breath. I held her down tightly so she couldn't throw me off, and kept licking up her cream. It changed from a trickle to a stream, letting me enjoy a real mouthful of her delicious juices.
She relaxed for an instant, exhaled in a big puff, then gasped and arched her back again, seizing up in another peak. Then a third. Breathing hard and fast, she rolled and jerked her hips at me, wanting more. So I began a slow tongue-tip massage of the skin around and on top of her tiny clit. It wasn't much bigger than the end of her baby finger, but it was sensitive.
As soon as she felt the tip of my tongue near her sensitive little button she began to hump her groin, looking for that extra stimulation. I lubricated two fingers in her juicy crack and slid them inside her, down to the first knuckle, and began a slow pump in and out of her vagina in time with my teasing tongue.
It was time to speed things up a bit. I wanted her completely satiated before she was completely exhausted, and with all the moving around she was doing, she'd be pooped in no time. Pulling my fingers away for a few seconds, I sent some broad strokes up from anus to the top of her crack, both to collect up her spilling fluids and to lubricate her completely again. Resuming my finger-fucking at a faster pace, I pursed my lips around her clit and began to suck hard, using my tongue to run all around and over top of her hood and sensitive tip.
That sent her over hard again, but this time I didn't let up, and she stayed arched, occasionally gasping for air, her unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling, hands clutching the covers, thighs squeezing me tight, and vagina spasming around my fingers. Oh, this girl was fantastic!
I finally relented when she came down, collapsing in on herself and gasping for air. There was no way for me to know if she'd had one huge climax, or a rapid succession of them. All I could be sure of was that she'd really gotten off big time.
Crawling up beside her again, I cradled her in my arms, letting her enjoy the aftermath of her release. When I kissed her, she responded warmly, but quickly pulled back for some more deep breaths. I pulled the blankets over us and let her drift off to sleep. I'd wake her later to let her dress and go home. She told me earlier that her mother would be waiting up for her.
At the time, I didn't try to analyze what I was doing or why I was doing it. All that mattered was that I loved this beautiful young lady, and she loved me.
In case you're wondering, my 'morals' had been greatly adjusted by my experiences in the far east. Since I wasn't a regular tourist, it went without saying that there were many places I got to that weren't, shall we say, perfectly acceptable to western ideals. More than a few times I was propositioned by girls who were, by my poor estimate, no more than ten or eleven. Fifteen seemed to be about the median age in those areas. The only time I indulged, though, was in the classier massage parlors, where the management could guarantee me that the girl of choice was at least sixteen. They may have mislead me once or twice, but I did try to stay somewhat close to my parent's values.
Those were the girls I learned massage from. Somehow they had a difficult time believing that someone could pay full price for a girl to do *anything*, but then, after a brief session of lovemaking, want to learn their arts. Strange, but true. They certainly enjoyed my efforts, since theirs was the only body I had available to practice on. I enjoyed myself immensely. You wouldn't believe how many different techniques are employed in all the cities between Djakarta and Sapporo. I tried to make certain the girl was *well* satisfied before I left, since I usually asked for her again if I returned to the same place. It made for a much more enjoyable session the second time around. Of course, massage wasn't the only thing I learned from them.
Oh, right, sorry for rambling on there, but those were times I remember with a great deal of fondness and joy.
Getting back to my story, it's about time I explained what happened the next day, Saturday. You see, I'd forgotten that my sister was about to move in with me, and I never mentioned it to anyone, so ...
The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my sister arrived. This didn't go unnoticed. I managed to get her to talk about the real reason she'd come out so early. It was nothing like what I'd imagined...
Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten. It had been a long and rather sleepless night, with dreams of Brenda haunting me during the wee hours of the morning. I'd gotten her up around midnight and sent her home, with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much real conviction on my part. I wasn't used to sending my bedmates home to mama.
Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a robe and went downstairs to answer it. There was my baby sister Caitlin. It was right about then that I remembered she was supposed to be here today. I hadn't seen her in three years, and she'd changed. Boy, had she changed! The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and just beginning to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, uncoordinated and tripping over everything. I knew then that she'd be a real beauty, because she'd inherited the best genes from both our mother and father.
Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her full inheritance. I could still recognize her as my sister, but could also see her as an absolute beauty. Let's see, from the top. Her hair was dark, almost black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a ponytail. Her complexion was fair and lightly tanned, with natural highlights around her cheeks. Her lips were a light red, her eyes dark brown, large and liquid. She'd inherited some of our father's height and build, standing 5'7" in her bare feet, with a long, lean frame, and some of mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) breasts, a narrow waist, curvy hips, a tightly packed and wonderfully bouncy backside, and long, slender legs. I learned later that she kept her figure with lots of swimming and aerobics. She was wearing a silk halter top, tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, tight jeans.
She smiled, and did a slow pirouette.
"Finished gawking yet, Rich? Are you going to invite me in, or stare at me all day?"
I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and croaked. After clearing my throat, I invited her in. I also dragged in her three suitcases, her trunk, and her duffel bag. She was travelling light.
After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple of sodas and we sat on the couch to talk.
"Well?" I asked, staring pointedly at her. This had always worked before, since she could never match my gaze if she was holding a secret. Eventually she would just blurt it out. It worked this time, too.
"You didn't buy that story, did you?"
I never even bothered to answer. She was squirming around, looking everywhere but at me. I just waited. She eventually sighed, and stared at the floor.
"I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody. Will you promise to keep this a secret?"
"Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a secret to everyone living in this house." I had to throw that in, because somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my secrets from me, eventually. I considered her part of 'my' house now. Something I hadn't considered, up until then, was how in hell I was going to explain Brenda to my sister. I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret.
"Okay. You remember Gary Porter? He lived over on Dove street."
"Yeah, sort of. Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the thick glasses?"
"That's him. You'd never recognize him now. He wears contacts, and he's on the football and rugby teams. He's filled out a lot. We were going steady for a while, then he made a big stink about me not giving him head on one date, and we broke up."
She said that so matter-of-factly, without even blushing, that I blushed. My baby sis talking about sex like this? She had changed. I continued my stare. She was far from finished, I could tell.
"Do you really need to know the story, Richard? It's really quite personal and rather embarrassing."
More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to her ex-boyfriend? Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more ways than one. I nodded.
She sighed, and took a drink. "You remembered Gary. Do you remember his little sister, Angelique?"
I shrugged. It's been quite a while, and anyone much younger than my sister would have been ignored by me.
"Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out here now. You see, while I was dating Gary, I also got to know his family, including his sister Angie. She was ... well, I uh ... somehow we ... Oh hell, I don't even know how to say it right. I kept going out with Gary only because it let me get close to her. I don't know how it happened, it just did. It's never happened to me before!"
Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing. Talking about something between her and a girl was. This had to be something special.
"You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, got sort of intimate?"
"Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate." She sighed a bit, staring at the floor, then continued. "We were full-blown lovers. For three months." She turned and stared at me, finally blushing. "There. It's out. You know."
"So, how come you're here?"
"After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for Angie and I to find the time and privacy we needed. One night her father caught us, bare-ass naked in bed and making out. He went ballistic. He threatened to call in the police, our parents, the church, the school, social workers, everybody. He wanted me put away for life for 'ruining' his daughter. I guess his wife was a little more tolerant, or maybe a little more afraid of the stink it would cause. She and Angie talked him into keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine, as long as I left town. That's why I'm here early."
It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen for another girl. And a younger one, at that. I thought about it for a while.
"Well? Aren't you going to yell at me too? Don't you think I'm a wicked and sinful girl, just like them? Say something!"
"Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to say you're wrong. It's your choice to make, not mine. I'm certainly not going to yell or scream or anything like that. Besides, regardless of who you share your bed with, you'll always be my baby sis."
She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging open, then jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and a rather un-sisterly kiss on the lips. I hugged back, and my cock began to stir. Sister or not, this was a beautiful and well-built lady squirming around on top of me, and that kiss was rather suggestive. I hoped it was just an accident. The last thing I needed right now was more complications in my life.
"Yes, really. What, did you think I'd disown you or something? You know me better than that."
"Thanks Rich. I needed to hear that. You're such a wonderful brother! I'm glad you don't think I'm really weird and perverted. It's been hard enough on me as it is."
"Sis, you're here with me now. You know I've always been there for you, and I always will be. Who else knows?"
"You, me, Angie, and her mother and father."
"Our folks don't know? Gary?"
"Nope. Nobody else. I guess that's why it's been so hard. I couldn't even talk to mother. It's been ... a strain."
She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her voice and see it in the tension on her face. That was something we both wanted to avoid right now. Let her cry later, when she was more comfortable.
"Yeah," I chuckled. "My poor poor overstressed sis. So many troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you. Nobody in the world hurts like you do, nobody else ever ..."
"Stop that! You're teasing! Don't!"
"At least you still have a sense of humor! Come on, I'll show you around the place and let you get settled in. You even get your own bedroom, with no sharing!"
I knew that would get to her. Caitlin and Suzanna shared a bedroom up until I moved out permanently, five years ago.
"A room all my own! Why, how generous! I was expecting to have to share a room with you when I got here. Thank you."
Well, turnabout is fair play. She REALLY got me with that comment. I was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it underneath her. After all, she was straddling my lap. She kissed me again, on the lips. I resolutely kept my mouth shut. Gorgeous babe or not, this was my sister, and I was now spoken for.
Spoken for. That was going to take some getting used to.
"C'mon, let's go have a look at this place. First, I want to see *my* room. Besides, I think you're getting a little too excited." She wiggled her bottom a bit, getting me even more excited.
Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the stairs. It wasn't until later I found out that there were two pairs of eyes watching us, through the french doors, ever since my sister arrived.
I gave Caitlin the royal tour. She liked her room, especially the queen sized bed and walk-in closet, but hated the curtains. Besides being ugly, they closed off that huge, deep-set window seat. It was, according to her, just right for curling up in and reading. Not my style, but okay. She also loved my back porch with it's unimpeded view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact that there was a real beach only a few minutes walk away.
Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I needed to have a shower and shave and stuff. I'd cook lunch later.
In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have to shift perspectives a bit. It's the only way I can think of to let you know what happened over at Brenda's that day. Especially about Vicky. Since a lot of the important stuff happened to other people, I'll act like a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits.
I think I'll keep my nose out of her from now on. You should just be reading the story, not my idiot interjections. Sooo...
"Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from upstairs in her bedroom.
Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the stairs, answered back "Why not wear your red blouse and skirt? You know, the one we got for you last fall? As far as I know it should still fit you, after all you're not developing THAT fast!"
"Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-old!" Coming from someone who's only just turned 13, that sounded a little silly.
"All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've gone through everything else in your wardrobe. You can wear the blue blouse and skirt. I don't know what all the fuss is about though, after all, Richard's been over for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a fuss like this before. You'd think it was a special occasion or something." She laughed a bit under her breath.
"Thanks Mom! When's Richard gonna be here?"
"I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy helping you and getting everything else ready. Besides, you kept me up 'til 2 AM with all your chatter last night! I thought I deserved a chance to sleep in. I guess I better go ask him now."
Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the kitchen door and whispered at her mother. "Hey, wanna know a secret? I think Richard's got a girlfriend."
Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a girlfriend. What makes you think he does?"
"Yeah? Well, look out the window. There's a girl there that looks like she's moving in! She's real pretty too!"
Mary just had to look. Yes, there she was, standing beside a cab, and the driver was lugging some big trunk down to Richard's place.
"Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on. Now!"
The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch just as Richard and Caitlin were settling down on the couch. They hid themselves, but continued to watch.
They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to be personal, because Richard blushed, then Caitlin blushed. They watched Caitlin jump into Richard's lap and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk for a while longer. Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his lap. Then, when she dragged Richard upstairs, him obviously aroused and wearing not much more than his robe, she became angry.
She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted to talk to Brenda and Richard before deciding what to do.
Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always what they seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a chance to talk to me before deciding that I was a low-life scumbag. That's when June came over and talked to Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving in with me. At least she still wanted to hear it from me before siccing Will onto me with a baseball bat.
Yes, I know. I promise this will be the last time. I'll keep my two bits to myself.
When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at him a bit strangely. She said there had been a visitor.
"She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary. She saw my suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in. It was strange. I said yes, and she got a rather hard look in her eyes. She told me to make sure you brought me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at five."
"Oh, shit." He sat down and put his head in his hands. It finally dawned on him how this would look to Mary and Brenda."
"Shit, shit, shit." That didn't make him feel any better.
"All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here? Since I'm gonna be living here, you'd better let me in on your dirty little secrets. Are you into older ladies or something?" She said that last bit with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Caitlin, remember how I promised to keep your secret within this house?"
"Yes." She said this quite guardedly, losing that laughing mood she'd had a few seconds ago.
"I need you to promise the same thing. This is very important to me."
"Richard, I trusted you with my big secret. I hope I can be trusted with yours. I promise not to tell anyone. Whatever it is, it must be pretty wicked."
He told her. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-up. It's something I'd much rather forget. I really don't like it when my sister is mad at me. And boy was she mad.
All right, all right! Quit throwing things! I'm outta here!
"YOU WHAT!!!" Caitlin was pacing up and down in Richard's living room, glaring at him every once in a while to make certain he stayed properly abject.
"God almighty! I can just see it now, people asking me about my brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'. Sorry, you're right, it's statutory rape. They'll still put you away for ten or twenty years for god sake!"
She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again.
"And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' that you've taken to bed with you. Have you thought about what it's going to do to her for the rest of her life? God Richard, I thought you at least had a few brain cells active when you're horny!"
After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off enough steam to sit down again.
"Sis, please, listen. I didn't seduce her, drag her off by the hair or hypnotize her or anything like that. This girl knew exactly what she was doing. At times, I felt like I was the virgin little boy being seduced by her! In fact, that was probably her intention from the beginning."
"Look, I know what I did. If it had been any other young girl, she would have been sent home right away with a swat on the backside. I don't have a taste for children, regardless of how this looks. Brenda is not an ordinary girl. She is more mature than many of the college girls I've met. As far as the consequences go, I have thought of them, both for me and for her."
"I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand what we did. Please, just give me a little slack until you meet her. That's all I'm asking. Can you do that for your 'poor brain-dead brother'?"
Richard said that last line with such a sad, woebegone expression, Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin. "All right, I won't turn you in to the cops right away. But you better be on your best behaviour from now on. No more funny stuff! I'll be watching you like a hawk. Do you understand me, Richard?"
"I believe so. But I'm not going to make any promises that I won't keep."
"God, you're totally incorrigible. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." She gave out a long sigh. "I guess it's time to get ready for this dinner. You look terrible. You need another shower and a proper shave, and you look like you need a nap, too.
"True, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept dreaming about this perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged me off to school with her so she could display me to the class in show and tell."
Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene. "Okay Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for now. You really caught me by surprise with that one. I thought I was the only one carrying around deep dark secrets. Now for the important question - how should I dress for this dinner. Formal? Casual? Beach? Slutty? Or maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?"
"None of the above. How about as 'My Grown-up Little Sister'?"
"I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try. Now you go jump back in the shower before you make us both late! I've still got to get some of these clothes sorted out."
Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some serious waterworks.
Ouch, that hurt! I can tell, you're peeved. I know when I'm not wanted any more. You'll miss me when I'm gone.
When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring back some of the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only a few minutes ago. It didn't do much good. 'I'm just going to have to give Brenda some warning, that's all.' Mary thought to herself. 'But not yet. Let her have a few more hours of bliss first. I just hope I'll be able to keep up a facade that long.'
Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. "What's wrong, honey?"
"I'm not really sure." There was a slight quaver in her voice that told him she was deep-down upset. She was not telling him the full truth, that was obvious.
It definitely had something to do with her short trip to Richard's, and very likely involved Brenda as well. An ugly picture started to form in the back of his mind, and wouldn't go away.
"Come on dear, give me a hand please. I'd like to get an early start on dinner." She slid out of his arms and started puttering around the kitchen. "I think this should be an interesting evening. Oh, and before I forget, we'll need an extra place setting. Richard will be bringing someone else with him."
Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with Brenda any longer. Her daughter had been breezing around the entire house, apparently floating around on her own little cloud. Even the taunts of her younger sister, which normally would earn some smart comebacks, were ignored. Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she went upstairs to her daughter's bedroom.
"Brenda? Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a minute please?"
"Sure mom. How do I look?"
This was the first time today Mary actually looked at Brenda wearing her blue outfit. When her dad bought it for her, just after her last birthday, he said it was for her next 'special occasion'. He was thinking she would wear it out to a party or some other function that young girls attached so much importance to. When Brenda modeled the outfit for her parents and her sister that night, it certainly didn't look much like it did today.
The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium shade rather than something really dark or really flashy, but the fabric itself seemed to have a lustre coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright light shining through it from behind. The blouse was made from a lighter material than the skirt, but both had the same color and sheen. Neither had any visible print or pattern to them.
The blouse buttoned down the front, and was supposed to tuck into the skirt. Brenda had done something to the bottom edge, though, because it ended right at the top of the skirt. When she moved, little bits of her back, sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the top of the skirt. It didn't lay flat on top of her breasts. It puffed over and around them, suggesting the content and shape of her breasts, but not fully revealing them.
A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the collar, just under the left side of her jaw. A hint of puff was there on each of the short sleeves, rounding the shoulders and softening the arm line, making the blouse look far more feminine than it normally would have.
In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along the buttons and the button holes had somehow been 'scalloped', making sure that the two edges wouldn't lie flat together. There would always be a few small peepholes for someone to look through. Every once in a while, as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the white lacy bra she was wearing underneath.
The skirt had also been subtly altered. It was now sporting a short slit up the left thigh that definitely wasn't there before. The bottom edge of the skirt fluttered and danced every time she moved, hinting that more could be revealed at any time.
On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that disappeared up under the skirt. Through the new slit, though, you could occasionally see the top of one stocking and the tiny white bow there. Her low-heel shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a light pink. Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, her hair had been pulled back and done up into some sort of complex french braid, intertwined with a bright blue ribbon. Her ears sported tiny sparkling blue gemstone earrings.
"Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous grin, "in between her bratty spells."
Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda turned and pranced in front of her. This was the type of innocent beauty that women all over the world paid vast sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely succeeded. The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought out the colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green eyes, and the slit skirt and stockings formed to her legs and bottom perfectly, making them look far more sexy than if she were naked.
"Come on mom, how do I look!?"
"Well dear, you look absolutely devastating. I pity any man or boy who sees you dressed like that. You'd have them reduced to gibbering simpletons in seconds."
"D'you think Richard will like it too?"
Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of Brenda's bed. "Please dear, come over here and sit down beside me. That's what I came here to talk to you about. You see, men don't always mean what they say when they're talking with a pretty girl. Their hormones do strange things to their brains, sometimes making it impossible for them to think clearly or logically. Yes, I know we talked about this last night, that you've finally gotten Richard, but he may not see that yet. He may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman."
"No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times. He does love me."
"Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true. All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't look at him as yours quite yet. There may be facets of himself or his life that he's never revealed to any of us."
Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway. She'd been secretly listening in on the conversation. "Wanna know a secret? Richard's already got a girlfriend." She tried to hide her grin behind her hand, really having fun with this.
Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious. "Vicky, how do you know Richard has a girlfriend?"
Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, suddenly stopped grinning. She saw that her sister and mother were very serious, not taking this as teasing or joking, and it no longer seemed funny.
"I saw her. She got out of a cab with a whole lot of suitcases and stuff, and the driver carried the stuff down the walkway to Richard's house. Then she went down there too. Me and mom saw her and Richard kissing in his place."
Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots. "Mom?"
"Yes dear, we did see them. She is moving in over there, but no, I didn't find out anything about her. I told her to make sure Richard brought her to dinner with him, so we should be able to find out what's going on real soon. Okay?"
When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again. "I said Okay?"
This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of head nodding. That would have to do.
"All right, it's getting close to dinner time. You two wash up, then meet me in the living room to greet our guests. Shoo!" She ushered them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Mary then turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug from her husband.
A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and ready to go. They both had opted for a simple look, rather than overdressing.
Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the neck, a pair of black dress pants, and black shoes. This showed off his strong shoulders, broad chest, flat stomach and tight buns to perfection.
Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black theme. Black pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and bra, and a mid-thigh-length black evening dress. Silver earrings and a hint of makeup finished off the look.
Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized just how grown up and good looking his baby sister was now. Three extra years had done a lot for her. Her breasts and hips had filled out a little, her stomach was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely gorgeous. The dress was not tight, but followed all the curves nicely. It showed off her firm, trim young body beautifully. His cock also noticed, and he started getting hard again.
"Caitlin, you look absolutely gorgeous."
"Thanks. You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know. But you'd better watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in his crotch, "that's what's getting you into trouble, remember?"
Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside. Looking at him over her shoulder, and giving him a little wink, she added "You know, if you weren't my big brother, I'd probably make a pass at you."
"Same goes for me, sis. Now, lets go see what kind of trouble I'm in."
Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, Caitlin whispered in Richard's ear. "I'm getting a little scared, how about you?"
"Actually, Caitlin, I'm almost over that now. Being scared stiff all day has sort of made me a little numb."
When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his arm and hung on to it for (her) moral support.
Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw Richard and the same girl she'd seen earlier step out from his walkway and head toward their place. Running down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes, and he's bringing that girl with him!"
"All right, everybody into the living room. Lets greet our guests properly." Mary started ushering Will and Brenda out of the kitchen in the right direction.
When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right there to open it. "Hello Richard. Won't you two please come in?"
As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda couldn't help staring. There was HER Richard, walking into HER house, with an absolutely gorgeous lady hanging onto his arm, less that 48 hours after promising himself to her forever. After what her mother and sister told her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much. The emotions that had been keeping her high since yesterday suddenly slammed her down. With a long wail, she burst into tears and ran upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
This caught everyone by surprise. Will started heading toward the stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped him.
"No dear, leave her alone for a while. Please."
Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, Mary finally asked "Well, Richard? Aren't you going to come in and introduce us to this lovely lady?"
Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where Brenda disappeared, and he only half-heard her question. She noticed this, realizing that regardless of how things looked, he did care for her little girl.
Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into the living room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and closed the door.
"Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her husband Will, their younger daughter Vicky, and the one that disappeared upstairs is their older daughter Brenda. Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister, Caitlin."
Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Will simply stood there with a look of concern and confusion on his face, glancing back and forth between Richard, Caitlin and his wife. Mary still hadn't told him what was going on. He now had some very strong suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the lead in this, so he didn't say anything.
Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at Caitlin. Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a hint of lust in the little girl's eyes. She blushed, not really knowing why, and looked away.
Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden release of the tension that had been gripping her for hours. With a small sigh, her knees suddenly let go and she sat down on the couch. 'Whew' she thought. 'That explains a few things. Glad I kept my mouth shut over there.' Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your baby sister? You never mentioned anything about her coming out for a visit."
"Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to me as well. I'd forgotten all about her call a couple of weeks ago, what with all that was going on around here, and she surprised me this morning."
"Yeah. You should have seen the look on your face when you opened the door and saw me standing there. I wish I had a picture of that! It was priceless! Actually, we'd planned on me coming out here in the fall to go to school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here on the beach than back home. I think it'll be a lot more fun!"
Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out her thoughts, and figuring out what she should do to get things straightened out. She decided.
"Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the kitchen and get them something to drink. You can check on dinner while you're there. I'd like to chat with Richard for a few minutes."
Will looked questioningly at his wife. "Ok, but what about ..." glancing up the stairs.
"I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while. It'll be better this way."
With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off toward the kitchen, making certain he closed the door behind him. This gave his wife the privacy that she had hinted at needing for her chat. He didn't know what was happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting his daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands.
Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary, and simply waited. The reactions of Mary and Brenda had gotten him very confused. When he'd seen the look of pain in Brenda's eyes just before she ran upstairs, it had surprised and deeply hurt him.
"Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you."
"Huh?" Talk about a brilliant response.
"When I went over to your place to tell you when to come for dinner, I got hit with a rather nasty shock. After what Brenda said happened yesterday, I suddenly find a beautiful young lady moving in with you. I jumped to the obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a girlfriend moving in. I'm sorry."
Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak in. Mary didn't seem to be upset about what he and her daughter had done. Even stranger, she was apologizing to him for doubting him. It took a few seconds for this to register properly.
Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard paused for a few more seconds to consider his words. "I don't think there's much to apologize for. Looking at it like that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have thought the same thing. I didn't have any time to consider other people's reactions to my sister moving in, since it was such a surprise."
"Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda. She thinks you lied to her. When we're finished our talk, I think you'd better go up and see her. I think she needs you."
"One thing I do need to know is how you feel about my daughter."
"Actually, Mary, I love her." That was it. He'd managed to say it.
She actually smiled a bit!
"Okay, so how do you feel about what happened last night?" She was not going to let him have time to think about it. She wanted an honest answer, not a 'correct' one.
"I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're asking. It's the consequences that have been haunting my mind all day."
"Were you speaking the truth in everything you told her?"
"Every word. I don't think I could lie to her even if I wanted to."
"Good. No, I'm not upset about what happened. We've discussed this before. As long as you don't hurt my daughter, my husband and I will trust the two of you together." With that, Mary gave Richard another little smile. "She's really much more mature than you would believe for a person of her age. Actually, I'm kind of happy with her choice. She could have done much worse. The age difference is a problem, but we can talk about that another time."
Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit stunned, having a hard time absorbing all this. Not only was Mary not mad at him, but she seemed to approve of what Brenda and he had done! It was one thing for them to talk about it before the fact, but now, after what the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd to hear Mary's acceptance.
"Mary, Brenda is only thirteen. Don't you think that's just a little too young for making decisions like this? And me, I'm almost twice her age!" He could hardly believe that he was arguing against Mary letting Brenda and him continue on. This had to be brought up again, though, for his own peace of mind.
"That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for quite some time. As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, that's not all that young for our family. Remember, I chose Will when I was eleven. I haven't told you this yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister picked out her future husband when she was fourteen."
"I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women in my family, except Vicky, have been through the same thing. I will not be the one to break her heart by standing in her way."
"What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel about all this, and whether or not you think you can handle it. If you can't handle it, or you aren't willing to go through with this for the long term, now is the time to break it off, before things go too far. I'll give you a couple of minutes to think it over."
With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Things were fairly quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin involved in polite conversation, and Vicky listening to them, watching the other girl intently. They both became silent as she walked in. Will looked at her questioningly, and she answered back with a slight shake of her head.
After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a quick check on dinner, more out of a need to do something with her hands than anything else. Everything was doing fine. Will and Caitlin resumed their conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't going to say anything, and wasn't really paying any attention to them. After a very long couple of minutes, Mary went out to the living room and sat back down on the couch.
Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he started, speaking slowly and carefully. "Mary, I said that I love Brenda. I do. I want to make her happy. I will be hers for as long as she wants me. I don't know what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen completely in love with your daughter."
"Good. I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than trying to do the right thing. You'd better go up and see her. Right now she probably wishes she were dead, and maybe you too. She needs you."
"Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my sister everything. She's a little freaked right now, and I'm surprised that she actually came over."
"It sounds like your sister cares about you. I'll talk with her as well."
Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her. Shooing him off toward the stairs, she told him that he'd better go upstairs and see to his lady.
Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her chat with Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced herself for her next talk, one that she knew she couldn't put off. Stepping into the kitchen, receiving the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving him the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come into the living room for a couple of minutes. Will gave his wife a short, very intense questioning look. Mary stepped out into the living room, preceding Caitlin, without giving him any kind of reply.
Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only other person left in the kitchen. "Well Vicky? Do you know anything about this, or are you just as much in the dark as I am?" Vicky just sat there and shrugged her shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew. She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and wondering why her thoughts kept returning to the memory of how Caitlin looked when she stood in the doorway.
Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, Caitlin looked around for her brother, and, not seeing him, asked Mary where he had gone.
"He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda. It will be quite a relief for her to learn that you're Richard's sister." Caitlin looked at Mary, looking slightly confused. "By the way, he also told me that he's talked with you about what he and Brenda did last night."
A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and asked in a very quiet voice "You know what happened, and you still let Richard go up to her? In her bedroom? Him, alone, with your daughter?"
"Yes. Right now Brenda needs him. I doubt anything would happen up there anyway. She prefers doing things on her own terms. When Brenda told me that she'd gotten Richard, I was quite surprised. I simply wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. I do know how Brenda feels though, I felt the same way the moment I first laid eyes on my future husband. Of course, I was a lot younger - all of ten at the time. Will still doesn't know about all the things I did to make certain he would be mine."
"Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your daughter to continue this relationship? I mean, they were having sex!" Caitlin was becoming more and more confused.
"If Brenda has anything to say about it, their relationship will continue and grow, with all that implies. She's told me that she is completely in love with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me that he loves her." She looked hard at Caitlin. "If anything were to pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, and probably Richard's as well. I'm not about to let that happen. I care too much about them both. I'm not certain how you feel about Richard, but separating them would hurt them both terribly. I truly hope that you can understand this, and at least wait for a while before doing anything rash."
Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves before replying. "This has been a bit of a shock to me, coming out here and finding that my brother is now involved with a thirteen year old girl. I don't know what to think. No, I'm not going to do anything drastic like calling the police. I don't think I can approve of this the same way you seem to, but I won't stop it. I just hope this doesn't end in disaster. I've had enough of that already."
Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in that last sentence, decided not to follow up on it. Maybe later. "Okay, I'll accept that." They both got up and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I think I'd better put my husband out of his misery. He's probably guessed what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things my way for now."
"You mean he doesn't know about this? Oh my god."
"It'll be ok. Just be quiet and let me handle things." Her talk with Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and quickly than Mary had expected. Things were looking much better.
They both walked into the kitchen. Vicky was sitting at the table sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling around with the food on the stove. He turned around when they came in and looked at his wife. She looked a lot better now than she had a while ago - most of the tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her face. Apparently, things were working out according to her plans. He just wished he knew what they were.
"So, is dinner ready yet, honey?"
"It's been ready for a few minutes. Now all we need are enough people in the kitchen to make it worth sitting down to eat."
"Okay, thanks dear. Vicky, do you think you could help Caitlin set the table and get dinner served up? Your father and I need a few minutes alone. Thanks dear, I knew you wouldn't mind. Come on honey." Mary turned and walked back into the living room without waiting for anybody else to say anything. Will just looked at Vicky and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife out the door.
They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary explained everything that had happened, and what she expected to happen. Will sat quietly through the whole thing, not interrupting, not saying anything. When she was done, she sat silently, waiting for his response. It wasn't quite what she'd expected.
Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "OK honey, I'll trust you on this. I remember a bit of what you went through. But if anything goes wrong, there'll be hell to pay." He gave a bit of a chuckle. "So, she got to him already. We seem to be a very passionate family, don't we?"
This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary. It was a little out of character for her husband. She decided to ignore it for now.
Richard walked upstairs into Brenda's room and closed the door behind him. He saw her lying on the bed, curled up on her side, facing the wall. Her whole body was shaking with quiet sobs.
There was no response.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to caress her shoulder. She pulled away a little the first time he touched her, but stayed still when he put his hand on her shoulder again. All he heard was a very muffled "go away".
"Brenda, please listen to me. If you still want me to go away when I'm finished, I will. I promise."
"Remember what I said the other night? I told you that I loved you, and that I would be there for you as long as you wanted me. I meant it then, and I mean it now. I do love you. I want to be with you and make you happy. I never realized until then how much I do love you. When I saw you downstairs, the look you gave me, filled with all that pain, almost tore me apart. Brenda, I am yours until you tell me you don't want me any more. But it looks like it's going to take you a while before you really believe me."
"Your mother and I had a talk before I came up here, so I'm feeling a lot better about us, and so is she. She told me what's wrong. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I forgot that Caitlin was coming. No, she isn't my girlfriend or lover or mistress or anything like that. She's my sister. Now, if you still want me to go away, I will."
He felt her sobbing slowly stop. In a tiny little voice he heard her ask "Your sister?"
"Yes, my sister."
Brenda half-turned and looked at him, eyes cloudy with tears, face flushed, with streaks all down her cheeks. That look of hurt was still in her eyes, but there was also a spark of hope. "Is she really your sister?"
Staring deep into those big green eyes, Richard found it hard to speak. He wanted to take her into his arms, to hug and cuddle her, to kiss away all the pain he saw. But he knew that he had to be very gentle with her right now, and let her come to him. "Yes, Tinkerbell, she really is. Caitlin is my baby sister. You are the only love I have."
Brenda then rolled over, climbed onto Richard's lap, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and started crying into his shoulder. He knew that at that moment, she was definitely still a little girl. Richard just held her close, hugging her to him, whispering sweet soothing sounds into her ear.
A little while later, when the sobbing had stopped, he heard her quiet voice in his ear. "Do you really love me?"
"Yes, Tinkerbell, I really and truly do love you with all my heart."
"Good, 'cause I love you too. Don't you ever do this to me again." With that, she shifted around until she was looking into his eyes, then gave him the softest, most sensual kiss he'd ever had in his life.
A short eternity later, there was a knock at the door. Mary stuck her head into the room and said that dinner was ready, so if they were both ok, they'd better get cleaned up and down to the kitchen. She then closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again.
"Well, Tinkerbell," Richard whispered, breaking their kiss. "Do you feel ok now?"
"Uh huh" was her only reply, as she gave him a short, intense kiss.
"Right," Richard said, trying to catch his breath. "Lets go get cleaned up for dinner. I think my sister wants to meet you."
Brenda got up to head for the bathroom, letting Richard have his first good look at her since he arrived. "Whew. Brenda, who did you get all dressed up for?"
She looked at him and smiled a bit. "You, silly. Do you like it?" She stood away from him and gave a little spin.
He couldn't help it. He was getting hard just looking at her. "Well, that's just about the hottest and sexiest outfit I've ever seen. I love it."
"Yeah, I see you do like it." Brenda reached over and ran her hand down the front of his pants, following the outline of his hardening cock. A smile teased at the corners of her mouth. "At least, part of you does."
"Come on, you little tease, lets get cleaned up before things get out of hand. Or in your case, before something gets into your hands." They both laughed a bit at that bad joke, and headed for the bathroom.
Downstairs in the kitchen dinner was being served up. When Mary came down after checking in on Brenda and Richard, she said she wasn't sure how much longer they would be, so everyone might as well get started. She'd been right earlier, it had been an interesting evening. There was no way she could have seen how much more interesting it would get.
A few minutes later, Richard and Brenda walked in. Brenda's arms were wrapped around Richard's chest, and his arm was around her shoulders.
"It looks like you're feeling a little better Brenda," Mary said, breaking the sudden silence.
"Yeah, mom. I feel a lot better now. Maybe even a little bit hungry."
Mary cleared her throat, then nodded toward Caitlin.
"Oh, sorry Sis. Caitlin, this is my friend Brenda. Brenda, this is my baby sister Caitlin."
"Uh, hi, Brenda." Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off Brenda since she walked into the room. She looked hot, devastatingly so, and very sensuous and tender. The crying had reddened and moistened her lips, and given her eyes a luminous quality. The outfit she was wearing enhanced her curves and bumps in all the right places.
Caitlin couldn't believe it. Brenda was turning HER on! She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting moist. She could finally see how her brother gotten into such a situation. It would be hard to say no to anything that girl wanted.
Vicky watched Caitlin carefully, with a strange look in her eyes as she did. Will was the only one who noticed, and he said nothing. Vicky felt someone watching her, turned, and looked straight into her father's eyes. He winked, gave her a lazy smile, and turned away. An almost predatory grin ran across the girl's face, quickly replaced by one of youthful innocence.
When dinner was finally done, Mary disappeared with Vicky for a few minutes to have a talk with her about Richard and Brenda. When they got back, Vicky had a big grin on her face, and a very mischievous look in her eyes.
After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the evening in the living room talking about unimportant matters. Will brought out a big bottle of wine, a nice cool dry white that left a pleasant after taste, and everybody had some. Even the two girls were treated to a glass. Almost everyone was on edge, feeling a little nervous about what was happening, but the wine helped them to relax a little. Neither Brenda nor Vicky seemed to notice any of the tension.
Brenda spent the entire evening holding on to Richard, determined to 'punish' him for what he'd put her through, however unintentionally. She was sitting in his lap, positioned so that she could rub his cock with her ass or thigh without anyone noticing. Every time he shifted position to get some relief for his almost painful erection, Brenda wriggled around to 'get comfortable' and get a better position over his cock. What made it worse for Richard, she was also making sneak attacks with her lips whenever he wasn't looking. She seemed to be mainly targeting his ears and throat, but anything within reach was apparently fair game. He didn't know if it was supposed to be heaven or hell, but he certainly wasn't going to complain!
Caitlin did see what Brenda was doing to her brother, and almost felt sorry for him. She could just about feel the waves of pleasure/frustration surrounding him. "Well," she thought, "it's his choice, so he'll just have to live with the consequences." The problem was, watching them was getting her hotter and hotter. Her panties were already soaked through, and her nipples were so hard they almost hurt. Of course, a lot of that was Vicky's fault.
Vicky spent most of the evening playing around, joining in the conversation when it seemed interesting, and climbing onto various laps looking for hugs and kisses. Her mother thought that was only natural, since her usual playmate, Brenda, had a new toy to play with and wasn't going to share with her sister. It did seem a little funny though - as it got later, Vicky was climbing up into Caitlin's lap more and more often, and staying there for longer periods of time. She made a mental note to find out what that was all about later.
It took a while, but Caitlin finally figured out what was happening to her. That little minx Vicky was doing to her exactly what Brenda was doing to Richard. Every time Vicky climbed into Caitlin's lap, she would 'accidentally' slide a leg or a thigh against Caitlin's crotch, or her hand would touch Caitlin's nipple and caress her breast while seeming to just reach around for a hug. The entire situation just seemed unreal to Caitlin, almost like a dream.
Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda. She'd had enough wine, and didn't want to get light-headed. Will followed her, leaving the others alone for a few minutes.
Grabbing his wife, giving her a hug and a kiss, he whispered in her ear. "Quite the pair of young lovers we've raised, aren't they?"
"Yes, they sure look like they're having f ... Huh? Run that by me again?"
"Our kids are quite the pair of young lovers. I think that's what I said."
"What are you talking about? Brenda's in there with Richard, and unless you're referring to him as a son already, I haven't the slightest idea what you mean."
"I was talking about our daughters. Brenda's going after Richard with a vengeance, and Vicky's got Caitlin so worked up she doesn't know if she's coming or going. I thought you'd notice. She's certainly not been hiding it much."
"What are you talking about? Since when is Vicky interested in sex? What the hell is she doing out there?" Will's face went from happy to mildly puzzled, paused at a few other expressions, and finally settled on worried and upset.
"You mean Vicky's never told you?"
"Told me what?" Mary was looking upset, her voice getting a little higher and more strident, but still trying to keep the volume down to a whisper.
"Better have a seat, Mary. I think *we* will have a long talk with Vicky about this soon. In the meantime, I'd better fill you in on a few details you've missed about our daughter's private life."
"I don't know how to put this, so I'll just be blunt. Vicky is both sexually active and experienced. At least with women."
Mary sat there and stared at her husband. With the other surprises she'd had in the last two days, absorbing a bombshell like that was going to take some time.
"Vicky told me you knew all about what happened. Apparently she lied to me."
"You mean to tell me that my innocent little baby has already had sex? Will, she's only eleven! And I *know* she's still a virgin! How the hell could you let something like that go on and not even tell me about it!"
"Mary, I didn't just 'let it go on'. I found out almost by accident, sometime after the fact, a couple of months ago. I found Vicky crying in her room, and she told me everything. She said she'd already talked to you, and since Brenda walked in and heard the story too, she knew as well. I thought it a bit odd that you hadn't said anything to me, but Vicky said she'd talked to you already. She also said that she was trying to get over her lost lover, and it would be easier if nobody talked about it around her."
Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself before continuing. "Okay, so tell me now. What happened."
"Are you going to settle down a bit first?" He handed her a glass, and she sipped on it, not noticing the contents.
"Like I said. Vicky is an experienced lover, at least when it comes to other women. Her first partner and teacher was a teenager, and Vicky was fond of her, nothing more. The second one, though, Vicky loved. And was loved in return. The girl was a year older and more experienced. She moved away a few months ago, shortly before Vicky talked with me, and our daughter had been heartbroken ever since."
"I haven't seen Vicky look at anyone else since she told me, male or female, until tonight. I don't know why, but Vicky seems to have something going for Caitlin."
"I wish I'd known. My baby, hurting, needing me, and I didn't know."
"Dear, you know now. Sitting out there with Caitlin, she looks happier than I've seen her in a long time. That's why I've been letting it go. I wanted to see if Caitlin could or would respond, because I think Vicky needs someone, at least for a while. When you didn't say anything, I believed you were thinking along the same lines. I'm sorry. I didn't realize."
"God, this is so sudden. I don't know what to say."
"I think you should sleep on it. You're having trouble thinking clearly right now, and doing the wrong thing could hurt Vicky or Brenda. Caitlin is Richard's sister, and if she's anything like him, I don't think she'd do anything to hurt Vicky. If they do hit it off, I'm willing to let it go for at least one night before we decide on what to do."
"It feels like I've just lost my baby. It hurts."
"I know, I know." He wraps her up in his arms. "They're both too young to be lost to us already, but it's happening. Fighting against it would only make things worse for all of us. You know that. You still remember what it was like when you took me."
"I know. It's just so sudden."
"Look, you'll just have to trust my judgment for a change. We'll talk about it some more in the morning, when we're both sober. I just hope I'm as good a judge as you on this one. I'd really hate to see Vicky hurt by this."
"Now, I'm going back to our guests. You sit her for a while and compose yourself. If you need to talk, just come get me." Will walked back into the living room, leaving Mary to sort out her feelings.
She came out a short while later, smiled rather thinly at her husband, and sat beside him. She gradually regained her composure. The three girls and Richard never noticed a thing.
Eventually, the evening wore itself out.
"All right girls, it's ten thirty, time for bed," Mary said, breaking away from the conversation. "It's getting late, and it looks like our guests need to head home and get some sleep."
Vicky's response was typical - "Aw mom, do I hafta? It's just getting fun now!"
Brenda gave Richard a quick smooch and ran over to whisper in her mother's ear. "Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight? Please! I've got him so worked up, I think he's about to explode, and if I don't get some relief, I might explode too! Please, please, pretty please!"
Whispering back into her daughters ear, Mary was almost laughing. "I can see what you mean! The poor dear looks sooo uncomfortable, trying to hide that bulge in his pants. If you can get your father to agree, then yes."
Climbing into her father's lap, Brenda gave him a quick hug, and whispered into his ear for a few seconds. A look of surprise slowly worked it's way over his face, and he looked at his wife, one eyebrow raised, silently questioning her. She nodded, giving him a little smile. Will whispered back in his daughter's ear. "Ok honey, but go get a bag packed quick. We're sending Richard and Caitlin home in a few minutes."
"Thanks dad." With that, Brenda almost flew up the stairs, only slowing long enough to sideswipe Richard's cheek with another kiss on the way by.
Vicky started in on her round of goodnight hugs and kisses, wondering what her sister was up to. Just as she got to Caitlin, Brenda was back downstairs, with her bag, all set and ready to go.
Richard saw her, and nearly choked. "Where are you heading out to, Brenda?" He thought he knew the answer, but was feeling very nervous about that possibility.
"Mom and Dad said I could stay over at your place tonight."
"Do I get a choice in this?" he asked, still feeling a little stunned.
Mary answered him almost immediately. "Of course you have a choice. All you have to do is say no."
Richard looked at Mary, then looked at Brenda, staring deep into her soft green eyes. "I don't think 'no' is a word I can use right now."
Vicky looked around at her parents, Richard, Brenda, and then looked into Caitlin's eyes for a second. Caitlin, looking back, thought she saw something in there, just for a second, and then it disappeared.
"Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight too? Please?"
"No, I don't think that would be a good idea, not tonight anyway."
"Aw, I don't think its fair. Brenda gets to go out and have fun and I hafta stay home."
"Fair or not, I don't think Richard and Brenda would really enjoy company tonight," her mother replied.
Caitlin heard herself speak up, as if in a dream, not really in control of what she was doing, almost watching it from the outside. "It's okay if Vicky comes over. I'll look after her. Richard and Brenda wouldn't be alone in the house anyway, because I'll be there. Besides, I don't think they'd even notice."
Richard and Brenda at that moment were deeply involved in a kiss, and hadn't heard anything for a few minutes.
Mary took a good look at Caitlin, noticing the flush around the neck and ears, the erect nipples, and the way she was almost squirming in her chair. Caitlin was obviously very much aroused. She almost said no, before taking a good look at Vicky.
Vicky's eyes were almost pleading with her mother to say yes. Her eyes were bright and filled with a passion her mother didn't recognize. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed, as was the skin around the neckline of her blouse. For the first time, Mary saw that Vicky's small nipples were erect, trying to poke out through her blouse. Even her breathing was a little heavier and more erratic than it should have been. Mary felt a little light headed, still hardly believing the thought that her youngest daughter wanted, almost needed, to hop into the sack with a nearly-grown woman.
Will broke into Mary's thoughts. "Dear, could I see you in the kitchen for a minute?" Taking her hand, he led her into the other room and closed the door.
"I really think we should let Vicky go. She needs someone right now, and Caitlin seems to be available and willing."
Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, she had to trust him, and could only nod and agree.
Walking back out into the living room, Mary saw that Richard was sitting in one chair with Brenda in his lap, and Caitlin was sitting in another chair with Vicky in her lap. She just caught a look and wink pass between Brenda and Vicky, something she would probably have ignored before. It was almost like there were conspiracies going on around her that she knew nothing about. "Yes," she said to herself, "a long talk with Will, a longer one with Vicky, and maybe even another chat with Brenda will be in order for tomorrow."
Behind her, she heard her husband's voice.
"Okay, Vicky, if both Caitlin and Richard agree, you can stay over at their place tonight too. But it's up to them first. Caitlin?"
Caitlin could only nod. She didn't trust her voice. Sitting on Caitlin's lap, Vicky had one leg curled up underneath her, looking like the sweet innocent child of eleven she was supposed to be. The foot at the end of that leg was pressing heavily into Caitlin's crotch, and her toes were doing wonderful things down there. Nobody else noticed a thing.
"Vicky's coming over to stay the night too?" That was the first Richard had heard of it. His mind had been elsewhere a short while ago.
"Well, only if you agree to it. Caitlin's already said that she'd take care of Vicky while she's over there, we've both said okay, so now it's up to you." Will looked steadily into Richard's eyes as he said this.
Richard looked over at where Caitlin and Vicky were sitting. Remembering what his sister had confessed to earlier in the day, he looked at the two of them very carefully. Both were staring at him. They each had the same flushed skin, the same eager/hungry look in their eyes, and both were very much aroused. Richard looked Caitlin directly in the eye and asked "Are you okay with this, Sis?" Her eyes told him everything he needed to know, but she nodded yes anyway.
"Well, if nobody else has any objections to it, I certainly can't say no."
Vicky jumped up with a squeal of delight, ran over to Richard and gave him a big hug and kiss. She then ran upstairs to pack her overnight bag.
When Vicky jumped up, Caitlin gave out an involuntary gasp, followed by an almost inaudible moan. She let her breath out slowly and tried to control her breathing. Nobody had ever had that kind of effect on her before in her life, except maybe Angie. She didn't know what was happening, or if she'd wake up from her dream soon, but to her, it felt wonderful. She knew she'd probably feel as guilty as hell the next morning, but that was a long way away. Looking at Brenda, and watching her with Richard had turned her on a little, but it was Vicky's touches, her hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had inflamed her passions. The back of her dress and the seat cushion were damp, her panties long since soaked through. She still felt Vicky's toes tickling and caressing her pussy.
Skimming back down the stairs, seemingly only gone for seconds, Vicky was ready to go. Running to her mom, she gave and received a big hug and smooch. Breaking that off quickly, she turned to her dad and jumped up into his arms, giving him a big hug around the neck. He heard her whisper 'thanks, Dad'. He just hugged her a little tighter in response.
After goodbyes had been said all the way around, Richard, Caitlin, Brenda and Vicky were all headed to Richard's place. Brenda and Vicky ran ahead and waited impatiently on the porch for the older two to catch up.
Richard whispered into his sister's ear. "Well Sis, what do think we've let ourselves in for?"
Her answer came back, voice thick with emotion. "I don't know. Tonight, I'm not going to worry about it. Tomorrow will be here soon enough."
Will and Mary watched them from their doorway. After everyone had disappeared from sight, Will collected his wife in his arms and gave her a long, soft, loving kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Mary broke away a bit from his arms and pulled him into the house. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?"
"I certainly hope so. Although, the way things went, there wasn't much else we could do, was there?"
"True, true. It's almost like the two of them had this whole thing planned out ahead of time. I think we'd better have a loooong talk about Vicky first thing in the morning." After a playful pinch from her hubby, she amended her statement. "Well, maybe second or third thing in the morning." He followed her up the stairs.
When Richard and Caitlin finally got to the porch, they found the two girls, Brenda and Vicky, whispering and laughing quietly to each other, stopping only when the two of them were within hearing range. After he opened the door, he motioned for the three ladies to precede him.
Brenda yelled out "I get the bathroom first!"
"Not if I get there before you!" squealed Vicky.
Brenda, with a head start, made it into the downstairs bathroom before her sister, and closed the door. Vicky immediately turned and ran up the stairs, heading for the other, smaller one.
Caitlin went upstairs to the room her brother said would be hers while she was living with him, and he started gathering up some pillows, sheets, and a blanket and comforter for her to use. He wondered if he needed to worry about finding some for Vicky as well.
He had given Caitlin the spare bedroom, the one in the front of the house overlooking the road. It wasn't all that large, but it had a nice walk-in closet and a huge bay window, big enough to curl up in. There was a double bed, which had been stripped to a single sheet, a high-boy, dressing table and chair, and a small shelving unit beside the headboard with a reading lamp attached to it. Her trunk and suitcases occupied most of the rest of the floor space.
The walls were the standard pale eggshell, the floor a nice deep hardwood, and a throw-rug lay beside the bed. She'd decided earlier in the day that the curtains were ugly and had to go.
Richard and her were just finishing making up the bed when Vicky came into the room, wearing her nightie. She immediately dropped her bag, jumped onto the bed, and burrowed under the covers. "Well, that answers that question," thought Richard to himself.
"Okay, Sis. Can you think of anything else you need? If not, I'll see you in the morning."
"No, I think I know pretty much where everything is now. Good night."
"'Night, Sis. You too, Vicky."
"Good night Richard. Don't let my sister keep you up too late." He was definitely having a hard time adjusting, because he actually blushed when she said that. Of course, he didn't expect those types of comments from an eleven year old girl.
Richard headed off to his room, not knowing what to expect when he got there.
Caitlin shut the door after he left, then turned and looked at Vicky. The walk home and the work of getting the bed ready had helped to cool her down. She was starting to think clearly again, and really didn't know if she wanted to go through with what had seemed almost inevitable. Guilt about what she was thinking of doing made her remember what had happened before, the reason why she was at her brother's place and not at home. Her mind ran through everything she'd done and thought during that awful night not too long ago, and then through all the blame and accusations that followed. Guilt and pain started to flood back into her. Sorting through her things to pick out what she would wear let her put off a decision for a little longer. A voice behind her broke her out of her thoughts.
Vicky felt the change in mood, saw the pain and hesitation running through Caitlin's face, and knew the burning desire Caitlin had had for her earlier was gone.
"Please come to bed. Even if all you want to do is cuddle, that's okay. I need someone to hold on to tonight."
That was enough. The shame and guilt she'd been suppressing came back in one big rush. She started to cry, silently sobbing to herself, as she undressed for bed. Vicky saw, but didn't understand why all the tears. She just waited for Caitlin to crawl into bed, then snuggled up to her and gave her a kiss. All Caitlin could do was cry quietly and hang onto that soft, warm person beside her. Some time later, she was asleep.
Richard made a stop in the bathroom before heading off to his bedroom. He picked up the strange (at least in his place) scent of perfume and body powder. It looked to him like he was going to have to get used to that smell again. He smiled at the thought.
Walking into his bedroom, he turned on the light, and saw Brenda, already in bed and under the covers. She blinked a bit at the sudden brightness.
"Hello, handsome. Where have you been hiding?"
He smiled back at her. "Business before pleasure. I had other houseguests to attend to first."
"Well, I certainly hope you didn't attend to them like I hope you'll be attending to me, handsome, or I just might get jealous."
"No, I think I would have been in the way over there."
"Good. Now hurry up and get in here. I'm getting lonely already."
Richard got undressed slowly, deliberately taking his time, knowing that Brenda was watching him very carefully. He undid the buttons on his shirt, taking his time, then demurely turned his back to her while letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms. He carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks.
A hand started tickling his back, slowly running up and down along his spine. A second hand snaked in under his arm and started to slide over his stomach and chest. He leaned back slightly, felt something soft and warm, and heard a small sigh of contentment.
"I thought I was supposed to be getting undressed."
There was suddenly a tickling feeling on one side of his neck. She was nibbling him with her lips. He squirmed as the sensation ran up and down his spine, then swerved to run down his arms, making them feel tingly, and making it much harder to undo his laces.
"Yes, you're supposed to be getting undressed. You're just taking too damn long. Maybe you need help." With that, the hand that had been playing with his chest slid down to the top of his pants and started playing with the fastener and zipper, teasing rather than trying to actually do anything. The nibbling moved to the other side of his neck.
"This is going to take a lot longer if you keep helping me, you know."
The nibbling moved a little farther onto his shoulder, and the hand that had been tickling his back slid around and started tickling his chest. "Maybe you'd better concentrate on what you're doing, then." The nibbling moved back to his neck, then up to an ear. "Hurry up, I don't want to wait for you all night."
With a groan, Richard pulled himself up off the bed. He heard a disappointed whine behind him as well. Quickly shedding himself of shoes, socks and pants, he stood there in his boxers, the front tenting out, letting her have another good look.
"Come on, take those things off too so I can get a good look." He did as she requested, baring his member, which was stiff and pointing straight out. "Good. Now turn up the heat and get over here before I change my mind."
"Turn up the heat?"
"Yeah, I got cold last night. Turn it way, way up. We're gonna cook!"
Robert obediently went over and turned up the thermostat to 90 degrees, figuring that would be more than enough for a sauna. When he finally headed for the bed, she threw back the covers to let him in.
Once again he stopped, just to stare at that beauty before him. She was completely naked, showing him everything that she had to offer, from her small but nicely shaped breasts, to the shaved pussy, half-hidden between her thighs. It was the body of a beautiful young lady, well on the way to maturity, and she was offering it to him. He slid in beside her.
"Finally," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the full length of her body against him. Her lips found his, and pressed into him with the full force of her desire. He responded, kissing her back with equal fervor, slipping his tongue into her mouth, sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the back of her neck and down her shoulders, moving the other hand down her side to her hip, then behind her to fondle her cheeks and pull her closer to him.
They lay like that for several minutes, tongues twisting and sliding around each other, tasting each other, each sharing the other's breath and warmth.
Richard slowly slid his hand below her nether cheeks, down between her thighs, and started to gently run his fingers up and down her crack. Eventually Brenda moaned, leaning back and breaking contact with him.
She looked down between them, reaching for his prick, and then giggled. "Richard, you've been leaking." She twirled her finger on a wet patch on her stomach, then on a matching spot on his stomach, right where the head of his cock was sitting when it was trapped between them. Bringing her finger up to her mouth, she slowly licked it clean. "Mmmm ... tasty. Do you think there's any more where that came from?" She reached down between them, looking for the source.
His entire body jumped when he felt her touching the head of his cock. His breath was already a little ragged. "I'm sure there'll be some left in there for you."
She pushed him over onto his back and climbed in between his legs, curling up and making herself comfortable. He lay back, putting a pillow behind his head so he could see what she was doing. She took hold of his dick, holding it lightly with one hand, and started to slowly stroke it up and down. Some more pre-cum collected at the tip, and he shuddered with pleasure when she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. "Mmmmm"
Her tongue started working on him, licking around the head of his cock, sliding along on its sensitive underside, then heading back to the tip to see if any more goodies showed up.
Leaning back slightly, she began to fondle and examine his balls, not stopping her slow stroking of his stiff member.
"What's it like when a guy climaxes? Is that the right name for it? I've heard some older girls say that it's totally gross and disgusting, and a few others that say they kinda like it."
It was sometimes hard for him to remember that she was a very young and inexperienced girl, especially after the expert tongue lashing she'd just given him.
"Do you remember the orgasm you had last night?"
She just melted down a little and purred.
"It's a lot like that for a guy too. Sometimes the orgasms are intense, sometimes not much more than a brief glow. The big difference is that guys ejaculate semen when they orgasm. Sometimes a lot comes out, sometimes only a little comes out. That's what carries the sperm from inside the guy to inside the woman. It's called climaxing, or cumming, same as for a woman, or sometimes ejaculating.
"What does semen look like?"
"Usually it's quite thick, almost creamy, with a milky look to it. If a guy's been hard-up for a while, it may have a yellowish tinge, or if he's been cumming a lot it may get thinner and more watery."
Her hands had been at work on his balls and his prick throughout the conversation, making it hard for him to concentrate on his answers. Between her efforts the previous night and her torture of him earlier that evening, he knew that he wouldn't last very long, maybe only a few minutes. He moaned. "If you keep that up, you're going to get a close up and personal view of a guy cumming."
"Ooooo. You mean if I keep doing this with my hands I'll get to see the real thing?"
"Maybe. It feels wonderful, but it may not be enough."
"What if I put my tongue into it, would that help?" Matching action to words, she started a wild assault on his cock with her whole tongue, licking the entire shaft from groin to top, circling around the head, then heading down the shaft again. Every once in a while, she put his prick in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down for a few strokes, only to take it out again and run her lips up and down his glistening member.
"Is that better?"
"Urgh, ahhhh, yessss. Keep it up, please." His cock was rock hard, his balls almost aching for release. They were jerking up and down in Brenda's hand as she fondled them. He could feel the sensations that were coming from her hands and mouth working deeper and deeper into his groin. He was close. His head was pushed back, eyes half open, thighs stiffening then relaxing, hands grasping at the bed, looking for something better to hold onto. "God, I'm almost there. If you want it, keep going!"
Brenda picked up her pace. Releasing his balls, she used two hands to stroke his swollen penis, licking and sucking on the head and shaft, moving so fast her hands seemed to blur. She was amazed at how much thicker and heavier it got, and how much the head grew, when he was that close to cumming.
He could feel it building, deep inside him, the pressure growing to a point where he knew he couldn't stop it.
"Here it comes, I'm gonna do it now. Just keep stroking till I'm finished! Please!"
Brenda pulled her head back and just stared at the head of his cock, eyes wide, waiting for it. She kept on stroking with both hands as fast as she could, and suddenly it happened.
Thick spurts of white cum started jetting out of the tip of his cock, shooting into the air and landing all over his stomach and chest. She watched with awe, amazed at all the stuff that was coming out and how far it was flying. One of the older girls had told her that guys stuff shot out and went everywhere, but she never imagined it would be like that.
She kept pumping until nothing else came out, not even the little oozy bits at the end. Richard asked her to stop. "Please, let me rest for a minute." He was breathing hard, sweat covering his entire body. The heat in the room felt almost stifling to his heaving lungs.
As he recovered, he looked down to see what she was doing. One hand was holding his now-deflating prick, the other was doing slow twirls in the small puddles of cum on his stomach. Every once in a while, that hand would move to her mouth and she'd lick off the cum from her fingertips, then it would go back to another puddle and start swirling again.
"That was wonderful. Thank you." His orgasm, after all the tension of the past few days, along with all the sexual teasing he'd had to endure, had been intense. He felt incredibly relaxed and mellow.
"You're welcome. So that's what a guy does when he comes. Is it always this messy?"
Richard, still breathing heavily, used one finger to play in the same puddle her fingers were in. Then he lifted his finger and held it in front of her mouth. She looked at it like a bird looking at a worm, head moving from one side to the other, staring down her nose, eyes crossed. Then her mouth opened and engulfed his finger, sucking and licking on it until it was clean.
"No, usually it's not this messy. When a guy comes inside a girl, all the semen is concentrated into a small area, in her vagina. It doesn't jet out like it did here. The same thing if he comes in her mouth. Even when it's done like this, a guy might have a towel or rag or some tissue to squirt it onto, to keep from making a mess."
"Guys really come in girls mouths? That sounds kinda gross."
"It's not much different than what you're doing, licking it off your fingers. It's just that there would be more of it, and the taste would seem much stronger. By the way, how does it taste?"
"Well, sorta salty-sour, and maybe a bit bitter. Not that bad in little bits, but I'm not sure I'd want to try a mouthful."
"I don't blame you." Swirling his finger in a puddle, he stuck it in his own mouth and sucked it clean. "No, it doesn't taste too good. But, I guess in the passion of the moment, the taste would probably be ignored."
Brenda started to slide up Richard's body, lubricating her breasts and stomach with his semen and their combined sweat. The heat in the room was intense. She stopped when her lips were almost touching his. Using a finger to scrape some of the liquid from his chest, she held it between their mouths, hers opening first, and him following her lead. She put her finger into his mouth, then sealed their mouths together with her lips, sliding her tongue in to lick at his lips and teeth, and at her finger.
His tongue followed hers, touching and teasing, licking on her finger, then darting into her mouth for a quick run around the inside of her lips. They could both taste the salt/sour taste of his semen, along with the stronger salt taste of their sweat.
Breaking the kiss, Brenda nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "No, it doesn't taste nearly as bad when you share it." She started to move around on his body, sliding her breasts back and forth and wiggling her hips. Then she parted her legs, straddling his waist, and started a slow rocking motion. His prick was still oozing slightly, and it was positioned right below her pussy. That was quickly bringing it back to life.
"Better not do that, Tinkerbell. Didn't your mommy tell you how babies are made?"
"Hmmm, maybe. I think it went something like this." She scooped up a big dollop of cum on her finger and proceeded to rub it into the crack of her pussy. "Am I close?" She looked at him, smiling her innocent little girl smile.
Richard groaned. She'd moved too fast, and it was done before he realized what she was up to. "I don't think you should have done that, Brenda."
"Why not? I want to have babies too, you know."
He just lay there with a pained expression on his face, eyes closed, picturing what was going to happen.
"I just think I'm a little too young to have them right now."
Opening one eye, he just looked at her.
"Don't worry! Mom's had me on birth control pills since I went out on my first date. She said that she trusts me, but doesn't necessarily trust all the boys I might go out with. She'd rather I was protected in case something happened than leave me unprotected and make a possible bad situation much worse. So I'm safe."
Saying that, she pushed down on his shoulders, lifted herself up, and started to grind her pussy down on the length of his cock. His hands automatically went up and started to squeeze and caress her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. That was sending small shocks from her breasts to her groin, intensifying the wonderful feelings she was getting by rubbing against his cock. Small whimpers and moans started to come out of her mouth. "Please, do me again." Her breathing was getting heavier and more erratic.
"Do what?" He looked at her blankly, only a hint of a smile betraying him.
"You know, do me, like yesterday!" She was definitely getting there, breathing in short gasps, moans and whimpers escaping regularly. "I've been waiting for it all day! Please!
Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She'd been anticipating this since she woke up that morning, feeling it build up deep inside, her clit twitching in time with her heartbeat, even when she was beating off Richard. Now she desperately craved a release, needing to cum so bad, and she knew that doing herself off like that, exciting as it felt, wasn't going to be enough.
"Come on, please! I neeeed it now!! EAT ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! Stick that tongue inside me NOW! PLEEAAASE!" She was pleading, almost screaming for release, and it wouldn't come without his help.
Richard grabbed her waist and rolled over onto her. He was on top of her, with his newly hardened prick resting along her virgin pussy. Her hips were thrusting by themselves, rubbing along his cock, trying to get something into her pussy.
He steeled himself, and slid down until his mouth was above her crotch. He didn't want to take her cherry that way, not in a moment's passion. She trusted him too much for him to do that to her. He wanted to do it when he was sure it was what he and she both desired, when they both knew what was happening. The way things were going, that would be soon.
Her thrusting hips, and the hands trying to pull his head inside her, made him soon forget about that. He set to work with his lips, tongue, and fingers, knowing she needed to get off as soon as possible. She was frantic, her hips were bucking like crazy, moans, cries, and whimpers coming out of her mouth along with unintelligible shouts and words.
He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, swirled it around, gathered her juices and flavors, then licked up through her crack, right over top of her clit. That sent a shock through her body, and she arched and jumped in response. Clamping his mouth over her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along the skin all around it, then flicking the its tip. She was starting to shudder, her release was close.
Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he slid it into her crack, moving it forward and back a few times. Her whole body started to bounce up and down. Then he eased it into her hole, sliding it in and out with a fast rhythm, occasionally pushing in far enough to touch her virginity.
Her vaginal walls started to spasm, grabbing and releasing his finger as her climax hit. She gave out a long moan, arching her body to try and get more contact on her clit. Her hips were gyrating wildly, so he had to work hard to keep his mouth and finger in position and moving. She stopped spasming and collapsed, shudders wracking her body, as her climax worked its way through. Richard slowly eased up, reducing the stimulation as the shockwaves died down. Eventually, he and the orgasm both stopped.
Brenda just lay there, breathing heavily, eyes fluttering. She was awake, but too wrung out to move or speak. Richard got up, turned the heat back down, turned off the light, opened the window a crack, then climbed back into bed. Pulling Brenda into him, he cradled her head in his arm and kissed her lightly on the lips. Cuddling her sweat and semen covered body to his, he covered them both up, ready for sleep. The only thing he heard her say was 'wow'.
Sometime during the night, Caitlin was having a wonderful dream. She was back with Angie, and Angie was doing deliciously naughty things to her. That mouth on her nipple, teasing and nibbling, her left hand caressing and fondling her breast, pinching and pulling on the other nipple, and Angie's right hand down between her legs, sliding a finger up and down inside her pussy, pulled out memories of those wonderful nights not too long ago from where she had carefully packed them away in her mind.
Her slit was quickly heating up, juices starting to flow, moistening her pussy lips even more. When that hand down there started to tease her clit, she moaned, and started to squirm.
Pushing the mouth that was on her breast down toward her needy hole, she quickly twisted around until she was under the other girl's crotch. Diving in, almost frantic with desire, she started to lick and suck like crazy. Something seemed a little different, out of place for a second. Then the other girl started lapping hungrily at her slit. All thoughts forgotten, Caitlin started in again, licking and sucking as fast as she could, wanting, needing to get off, and wanting the other girl to cum with her.
Licking a finger to lubricate it, then sliding it around in the other girl's slit for more lubrication, she inserted it into the girl's love hole. It was tighter than she remembered, but soon the girl's vaginal muscles relaxed and her finger stroked in and out more easily. Then the other girl jammed two fingers into Caitlin's twat.
She just about hit the roof. She started to lick and suck and pump as fast as she was able, and could feel the other girl doing the same things to her. She felt the other girl spasm and ease up as she climaxed, moaning loudly, but Caitlin couldn't stop because she hadn't gotten what she needed yet. The other girl all of a sudden started back in, licking, sucking and pumping as fast as ever, and started to moan and whimper into Caitlin's crotch.
That's what finally sent her over the edge, to a long-needed climax, arching her back, whining, almost crying in her passion. The other girl never let up through the whole orgasm, pushing her to her limits. Only when it was over did the other girl stop and slide around to kiss her on the lips.
Caitlin just hung onto that kiss, wrapping her arms and legs around the other girl, hugging her tight, until she fell back to sleep.
When Caitlin woke up the next morning, she was feeling wonderfully sleepy and lazy. Laying there, revelling in the luxury of a warm bed in the early morning, she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Someone was in bed with her, head resting on her shoulder, arms and legs entangled with hers. She remembered her dream. Guilt and pain started flooding back, and she couldn't stop herself from crying again, realizing what had happened, what she had done to Vicky.
That woke Vicky up. Stretching her neck a little, she turned and kissed the crying Caitlin full on the lips, then started nibbling and licking her way down her neck, along one shoulder, dropping lower and sliding her lips along Caitlin's breast until she reached the nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, licking it, twirling it around with her tongue, teasing it with her teeth.
Caitlin's low cries to stop, don't do this please, were totally ignored. Her body responded quickly to the stimulation, and she felt that need stirring again in her groin. She couldn't seem to gather the strength to push Vicky off, not that her body would really let her, so she gave in to it and started to caress Vicky's shoulders and back, occasionally sending her hand down far enough to brush her ass cheeks. That brought forth the occasional purr or moan from Vicky, who didn't seem like she was ever going to release that nipple.
Vicky was listening carefully to the sounds Caitlin was making, waiting for them to change from whimpers asking for her to stop, to little sighs and moans of pleasure. When that happened, she twisted her body so that her breasts were facing Caitlin, and switched over to Caitlin's other nipple.
Almost immediately, Vicky felt hands sliding up and down her entire body, touching and caressing every part of it. She let out a long sigh of pleasure, and started her own exploration, using her hands, mouth, and tongue, kissing and licking every square inch of skin she could reach. Caitlin shivered with delight when Vicky nibbled on the backs of her knees, and moaned when she started kissing and licking between her toes.
Caitlin was just sliding her lips over Vicky's hip when she felt fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs apart in invitation, and in she came, with little licks, kisses and nibbles, working her way slowly up one inner thigh, then, disappointingly, down the other. Her own explorations were bringing her closer and closer to a delightful-looking little pussy, just past her nose. A groan of delight slipped out when she felt those nibbles and kisses inching their way back up the inside of her leg, towards her waiting need.
They started at the same time, slowly stroking each other's nether lips, matching their rhythms, finding those extra-sensitive spots so they could return later. Nothing existed right then except their mutual pleasure.
Vicky felt a tongue start to tease apart her outer lips, so she returned the favor by sliding her tongue into Caitlin's crack and licking at the entrance to her hole. Caitlin's tongue found Vicky's tiny clit, and started to tease and tickle it into its full size and hardness. Both girls were moaning and whimpering in pleasure. Vicky suddenly felt Caitlin's arms wrap around her hips and she was pulled up into the top half of a normal sixty-nine. She wantonly spread her thighs as wide as they would go, as Caitlin did the same, both enjoying the extra freedom it gave for exploring the other's pussy.
They both knew it was just about time for a much-needed release, so when Caitlin felt Vicky starting to lick and suck at a fever pitch, she whined and purred with pleasure, and started in, frantically using her fingers, tongue, lips, and anything else in the neighborhood, to get Vicky to cum again.
It was over in a few minutes, with both girls hitting their climaxes at almost the same time, bucking and straining against each other, each trying to prolong the other's orgasm as long as possible, not wanting the waves of pleasure to end. Eventually, they both collapsed in exhaustion.
Once again, Vicky swung around, still laying on top of Caitlin, and kissed her on the mouth. This time Caitlin knew who it was, and with eyes open, returned the kiss in full.
They lay there for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, the touch of skin on skin, slowly feeling each other come down from their highs, and letting strength flow back into exhausted limbs.
Vicky was the first one to stir, more out of need than desire. "Mmmmm. Now this is the way every morning should start."
Caitlin, feeling too good and too tired for her guilt to come back right then, just sighed, lying there with a contented smile on her face.
Vicky would have loved to just lie there and snuggle for the rest of the day, but her body was telling her to get moving. Feeling deliciously naughty, she padded over to the door, stark naked, and whispered to Caitlin "I'll be back in a minute."
"Where do you think you're going, dressed like that?" she whispered back.
"To the bathroom, where else."
"But what if someone sees you out there? I mean, you're naked!"
"Who's going to see me, my sister?"
"No! My brother!"
"Well, it might be the first time he sees me naked, but I don't think it'll be the last." She gave Caitlin an evil grin as she opened the door and peeked out. Nobody was in sight. She made it into the bathroom without incident.
Richard woke up early with a raging hard-on that wouldn't be denied. He didn't want to wake Brenda, so he slowly unwrapped himself from her arms and legs and slid over to the edge of the bed. He then started to jerk himself off, trying to do it as quietly and gently as he could.
He was just getting into a good, steady rhythm when he heard a familiar voice. "So that's how boys do it by themselves." She was lying exactly as he had left her, except that her eyes were open and staring at his cock. "I've never watched a guy do it before. Doesn't it hurt, rubbing it so fast and so hard?"
Richard, who had kept his concentration and his rhythm, had a hard time answering, grunting out words as he pumped. "No. Doesn't hurt if you know how. Takes practice."
He was nearing the point of release when she told him to stop. She grabbed his hand in both of hers and literally pulled it away from his cock. Wrapping one of her small hands as far around his cock as it would go, she leaned over and lapped up the little drops of pre-cum that were there.
Turning and looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled. "Remember what I said the other night? This thing is mine! Besides, I need the practice more than you do."
With that, she turned back to the task at hand (in hand?) and began to suck on his prick, sliding down the shaft until the head hit the back of her mouth, then back up again. Her tongue swirled and licked at the shaft and head as they came into range, bringing moans of delight from Richard.
He was in heaven. That was definitely better than beating his meat - in fact, it was better than a good bit of the sex he'd had in his life! She had a nice rhythm going, bobbing her head up and down almost like a mechanical doll, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth with smooth, even strokes, except that once in a while she would dip down a little lower, and he could feel the head of his prick slide into her throat. She WAS practicing, while doing that to him. "I'm not sure I'll be able to take it," he thought to himself, "when she really gets to know what she's doing." He could feel the sensations starting to churn his insides, mixing everything up, and getting ready for his release.
His hands were automatically looking for something to grab onto, moving around, gripping and releasing the sheets, blankets, pillows, whatever they could reach. One of them found Brenda's leg. Sliding upward, past her knee, he started to caress her inner thigh, moving up toward her mound, wanting to play and tickle in there. Her thighs closed, locking around his hand, keeping it away from what it wanted.
Looking down at what she was doing, he could see beads and streaks of saliva on his shaft, all the way to the hairs. Then she took an extra-deep mouthful, and he saw his entire member disappear into her mouth, down to his balls, and watched as her throat expanded to accept what she was pushing into it. His head fell back as the sight, sound, and sensation of what she was doing to him drove him closer to the edge. He could feel it building inside him, almost ready to burst through.
"I'm gonna cum! Here it comes!"
Brenda pulled her head off his cock and began pumping it furiously with both hands. She watched carefully as he shot his load, squirt after squirt arcing into the air to land on his chest and stomach. When his pumping slowed down to the last dribbles, she put her mouth around his cock again, licking and sucking the last few drops of cum into her mouth. When it was completely drained and cleaned, she pulled up and turned towards his face.
"Now, doesn't that feel better than doing it yourself?"
He could only moan, still feeling weak and drained.
Turning and looking at his cock again, she spotted a last drop of cum oozing out of the tip. She sucked his member into her mouth for a few more seconds, licking up that last little taste. Richard squirmed and moaned a little at the extra sensation.
Pulling back a bit, looking at his now-limp cock, she asked a question that had been running around in her mind since the first time she saw him naked.
"Richard, when we do it for real, the first time, will it hurt a lot?"
"When we do it for real?" His mind was still a little foggy from the aftermath, so he didn't clue in to what she meant.
"Yes, for real, when you put this thing (grabbing his cock) inside me. I'm a little scared, 'cause some of the older girls said it hurt a lot the first time."
He was now listening very carefully, aware of the fact she was talking about when, not if, it would happen, and sounding like it would be very soon. "I'm not sure how much it will hurt, but from what I've heard, it usually hurts at least a little bit when a girl gets her hymen broken. Any other pain is because the guy is inexperienced or in too much of a hurry to get the girl properly excited, and she gets stretched too quickly."
"You wouldn't be like that, would you?"
"Of course not. If I was, you wouldn't be a virgin right now. It was real tempting last night when I was laying on top of you, but I was a good boy."
"I'm glad. I want our first time to be special." She turned and looked at him. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. The way you're working me up, it's gonna be real soon."
She then rubbed her breasts and nipples into his stomach, coating them with his seed, and slowly proceeded to slide her body up over his chest, covering them both with a film of his semen, not stopping until her lips were almost touching his.
She kissed him several times while he lay there, mostly quick, sudden contacts of lips on lips, but the last one was a long, slow, deliberate, sensuous massage with her tongue. He could taste his cum on her lips and in her mouth.
"Mmmm. Such a nice way to start the morning, don't you think? A nice, relaxing bath of cum." She wriggled around on top of him, smearing them both a little more, then half-slid onto the bed, so only her chest was on top of him. His hand caressed her shoulder, and slowly moved down her side and back to her thigh, where it worked its way around to between her legs. She opened them a little as an invitation, which his hand accepted, and it moved up to stroke her pussy.
"You didn't want me to do this a few minutes ago."
"I was busy! I can't practice when you're distracting me. Besides, I like it better whey you're concentrating properly. Like now." She wriggled her bottom and opened her thighs a bit more.
After a few seconds, she rolled away from him, sighing. "I need a shower and breakfast before you put me through anything like last night again." She rolled back to give him another kiss. "It was wonderful, but I don't think I could stand it that strong very often."
Grinning, he kissed her back. "You won't get those really intense ones very often. They usually happen only after a long buildup, or after a lot of emotional ups and downs. You had both yesterday, so last night's could be considered a 'mind blowing experience'. That's how some people describe a very intense orgasm."
"Yeah, that's about what it felt like. I was there, but didn't really feel, well, attached, sorta like, oh, 'floating in a sea of ecstasy'. I got that from one of my mom's books."
"I like it. Anyway, I think I'll go see about that shower and breakfast you were talking about."
"Awww, just lie here a bit longer, please?"
"I don't think I can. Mother nature won't be denied. Besides, think of the fun we could have in the shower." He gave her another kiss, rolled out of bed, and pulled on his jockey shorts. "Back in a few minutes."
He opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Richard looked, and saw Vicky's naked backside running down the hall to his sister's room. He watched her run, noticing that her body was definitely rounding out from little-girl skinny to a slightly curvier, softer, young-lady figure. He saw that she didn't have any tan lines either. As she disappeared into his sister's bedroom, she turned, giving him a glimpse of her pussy and just-developing breasts. She stuck her tongue out at him before she shut the door.
Humming to himself, he walked into the bathroom.
When Vicky climbed back into bed with Caitlin, they wrapped their arms and legs around each other and kissed for a few seconds.
"I take it my brother caught you out in the hall, little missy. Is that why you were gone so long? Waiting for him?"
"Yeah, I guess I was. I heard him moving around in the bedroom, and I couldn't resist. I hung around just outside the bathroom, and when he opened his door, I squealed and ran! It wasn't as good as it could have been, though."
"He was wearing his shorts, so I couldn't see anything."
"Well, little missy, are you trying to get into my brother's pants too?" Caitlin was trying to keep her tone light and playful, but the thought that this girl might also be chasing after her brother was unsettling.
"Nope, not really. If he asked, I might, but I'm not sure. I just like teasing. I don't think I want any boys yet. Or men. Maybe later. Right now, I like girls. Besides, he looked awful, covered in sweat, gooey splotches all over him, and streaks of white stuff dribbling down his front." Vicky started to play with one of Caitlin's nipples.
"It sounds like my brother was having fun. Mmmm. Nice. Better stop though, 'cause I don't think I can wait long enough to finish."
Still playing with that nipple, Vicky answered "Okay, go ahead, don't let me stop you."
"You ARE a nasty tease, aren't you." Caitlin groaned and rolled out of bed. Pulling on a housecoat, she looked at Vicky. I don't think my brother is ready for the shock of his sister walking around the house in the nude." She grinned. "At least, not yet, anyway. By the way, I seem to recall us both wearing something to bed last night, but this morning we're rather naked. Did you have anything to do with it?"
Vicky put on her cute little girl face, smiling and looking up at Caitlin with her big, soft, deep-green eyes. "Who, sweet little innocent me?"
"Don't try to pull that 'sweet innocent' stuff on me." Caitlin was smiling at Vicky as she said that. "Especially after what you did to me yesterday. Anyway, I'm heading downstairs for a shower."
"I think I'll join you. I need one too, and I'd like someone to scrub my back for me."
"Okay, but you'd better wear something this time."
They went out together, heading downstairs to the shower.
When Richard came out of the bathroom, he saw his sister and Vicky heading down the stairs. "Good morning you two. Up already?"
"Yep. Just heading for the shower."
"Okay. Let me know when you're done. I need one too."
Richard had sponged himself down in the bathroom, removing most of the mess from last night and this morning. As he walked back into his bedroom, he heard some moaning. Brenda was lying there, spread out on the bed, covers thrown back, one hand buried in her crotch, the other squeezing and pulling at her breasts.
"So that's how girls do it by themselves."
Her eyes opened a bit and she looked at him, but her hands never slowed down. "Don't just stand there. Help!"
Kneeling on the bed beside her, he pulled her hand away from her breasts. It immediately dropped down to help with her pussy. Using both hands, he massaged and fondled her mounds, pinching and pulling at the nipples, working them hard. Lowering his mouth to hers, he started a soft kiss.
Right now, she didn't want it soft, she needed everything fast and hard, so she ground her mouth up into his, practically sucking his tongue out of his mouth, jabbing and poking with her own. One of her hands had two fingers sliding up and down her slit, pausing to work on her clit with every upstroke. The other hand had one finger inside her hole, pounding in and out as fast as she could move it.
The tension was building quickly in her groin, and she felt it would only be a few more seconds before her release. Grunting, gasping, breathing hard through her nose, she kept the suction going to his mouth, unwilling to let him go when she was that close to the top.
Then it happened. She spasmed, moaning and whimpering into his mouth, shockwaves moving through her body, making her rock from side to side. Richard could feel it when her orgasm hit, her mouth opening wide, breaking the suction, tongue slowing down. He kept his mouth locked to hers all through the spasms, sucking at her, playing with her tongue, letting her breathe through his mouth. Gradually she subsided, her moans and whimpers dying down, her hands slowing and then stopping, his hands releasing her breasts.
He kept his mouth locked to hers, her breath coming only through him, her gasps and pants slowing down to more normal breathing. Finally, she wrapped her arms around his head, pressed her mouth hard against his for a second, and broke contact. She took several long, deep, shuddering breaths.
"That was good. Thank you."
He pulled her up to him, her head nestling into his shoulder. Pulling the covers over them both, he whispered into her ear. "Nap or breakfast?"
"Nasty person, making me choose. You get breakfast ready then come back."
"Okay." Richard got back up. Brenda whimpered a bit when she felt him move away, then wiggled a little deeper under the covers. She watched him put on his robe and leave, then closed her eyes.
Walking into the kitchen, Richard heard the shower start up. He wondered a bit at the length of time it took for them to actually start the water, then decided that whatever they were up to was none of his business.
Down in the kitchen, poking through the 'fridge and cupboards, he worked out what he had enough of to feed everybody. Toast, some bacon, a few sausages, pancake mix, eggs, orange juice, and milk. Plenty for now. Of course, with one (his sister), possibly two (thinking about upstairs), maybe three (listening to the squeals in the bathroom) extra mouths to feed, he'd certainly need to stock up.
As he worked on breakfast, the laughter in the shower died down, becoming quieter and harder to hear. Then he started to hear the odd loud moan or gasp. Those two certainly weren't being quiet or shy about what they were doing. They also succeeded in bringing his member to full attention, which distracted him quite a bit from his cooking.
A little while later, as he was laying out breakfast on the table, the bathroom door opened. The shower had stopped several minutes ago due to a lack of hot water (he'd checked), so he knew they'd be done shortly. Vicky came out first, hair wrapped in a towel, with another one wrapped around her body, covering her from her chest to upper thigh, leaving a lot of leg exposed.
Vicky saw him, winked, and blew him a kiss. Then she saw the food on the table. "Breakfast! Goody! I'm starved!"
Caitlin came out, wearing the same as Vicky, except that the towel barely covered her, going from her nipples to just below her crotch in front, and just barely covering her buns in the rear. She saw him, then saw breakfast on the table, and blushed. "I thought you were still upstairs in bed."
"No, I've been down here for a while, fixing breakfast. I heard the two of you working up a healthy appetite, so I made lots. I know I'm hungry, and I think Brenda is too."
She saw him glance down at the bottom of the towel and smiled a bit. She also saw the bulge in the front of his robe, and thought she knew what had caused it. "I guess you're going to have to get used to girls running around here, aren't you, big brother." With that, she deliberately sat down, giving him a good view of her legs, thighs, and hips, and glimpses of more every time she reached for something.
He sighed, heading for the stairs and Brenda. It *was* going to take a lot of getting used to. His sister had definitely *not* been like that when he was living at home. Mom would have had hysterics, and dad would probably have killed her. He thought he liked her better this way.
Seeing that Brenda was asleep, he sat softly on the bed, leaning over to nibble and kiss her neck and face. One hand snaked its way under the covers and began massaging and fondling a breast. She moaned, and slowly opened her eyes.
"Mornin' sleepyhead. Time for breakfast. Let's go, the food's getting cold already. And if you don't hurry, there won't be any left for you. Our sisters are down there right now, eating enough for all of us."
"Awright, okay, I'm coming. Don't I get a shower first? You promised."
"No shower until after breakfast, I'm afraid. Those two didn't leave us any hot water."
"I thought I said that already. Mostly up. Not dressed yet, but up. It seems to be a come-as-you-are breakfast, so it doesn't much matter if you're dressed or not." She looked at him a little strangely. "They're both fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a smile and a towel, having great fun teasing me. You can stay up here if you want, but I'm hungry. See you downstairs."
Walking back into the kitchen, Richard saw that he'd been right. Both girls were definitely hungry, eating and chatting with each other. Caitlin hadn't bothered to adjust her towel, so he was still being treated to a peep show. He sat down and started to fill a plate for himself. "Brenda's awake, and should be down in a few minutes. That is, she will be if she woke up enough to be hungry."
A few minutes later, Brenda came down, wearing her nightie and a long robe. She gave Richard a quick kiss, sat down, and started in on her breakfast.
Long after the eating was done and everything was cleaned up, Vicky and Caitlin were sitting on the porch, enjoying the view and the sunshine. Brenda and Richard had gone off to pick up some groceries for lunch and dinner, after a short, rather unsatisfactory shower (due to a shortage of hot water), leaving the two of them alone.
They sat there for a while, not saying anything, just getting used to being with each other. Finally, Vicky broke the silence.
"Caitlin, who's Angie?"
Caitlin didn't answer right away, sitting there, staring out at the beach. After a long pause, she spoke.
"Where did you hear that name?"
"From you. Last night. The first time we did it. You were crying her name before we started. Is she your lover?"
Caitlin sat back, taking a few deep breaths, fighting down the feelings of loss and pain she knew were there. "Okay, so now I'm going to have a frank emotional talk with an eleven year old girl, one that I just met yesterday, who has already made love to me. I can handle it if I stay calm. Stay. Calm."
Taking a few deep breaths, she replied.
"She was my best friend, and my lover for a while."
"Did she die or something?"
"No, nothing that tragic, but sometimes it feels like it. Her father found us in bed together one evening while we were making love and had an absolute fit. He was going to call the police and have me arrested for seducing and raping his daughter."
"How old was she?"
"Fourteen, three years younger than me. She convinced her mother that I hadn't raped her or anything like that, but her father was determined that I wasn't going to ruin his daughter for life. His ultimatum was that I had to leave town and never see Angie again, or face charges." After a short pause, and a glance toward Vicky, who was still looking out over the beach, Caitlin continued. "The only people who know about this are Angie, her mother and father, Richard, and now you."
"It must hurt to go through something like that. I don't think I'd like her dad."
"Well, until that day, he was a pretty nice person. He just couldn't handle thinking of his daughter becoming a lesbian."
"A lesbian? Is that like what we are?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I'm not, and you probably aren't either."
"What is a lesbian then?"
"A lesbian is a woman who only loves other women, and won't or can't love a man. Some choose that lifestyle, some dislike or even hate men, and some say they are born to it."
"I don't think I am one then, 'cause someday I want to go out with boys and get married and have babies. When I'm older. Did you have any other lovers? I know you haven't done it with a guy yet."
"No, I haven't had any other lovers. And how do you know I haven't done it with a guy?"
Vicky grinned and looked at Caitlin. "'Cause you got a hymen. I felt it." Caitlin blushed and looked away.
"Okay miss smarty pants. Now it's your turn. How many other lovers have you had? And don't try and tell me I was the first. I haven't had much practice, but even I can tell you've done this a lot more than me."
It was Vicky's turn to blush and turn away. After a while she answered, speaking softly and quietly.
"Two. Only dad and Brenda know about them. Dad thinks I talked to mom about it, but I haven't. I think she knows now, and I'm probably in trouble."
"So why me and why now? Especially in front of everybody."
Vicky spent some more time thinking, staring over the beach.
"Donna moved away a couple of months ago, her dad got transferred at work or something. When she moved, I hurt. Dad and Brenda tried to help, but didn't know what I needed. After a while, it didn't hurt so much, but it never went away. I don't know too many people around here except the kids in school, and wouldn't dare talk to any of them 'cause they'd think I was weird."
Caitlin kept quiet, letting Vicky gather herself together, waiting for her to continue.
"When I saw Brenda yesterday morning, I knew she got someone, probably Richard. The hurt started coming back. It got worse all day. At supper, I decided. I knew you were Richard's sister, so you were probably okay, you were new, you didn't seem that upset about Richard and Brenda (mom didn't think I knew yet), and looking at Brenda got you hot. I could see it. I needed someone bad. I checked with Dad first, and he let me know it would be okay with him. So I went for you. I hope you're not mad."
Caitlin could almost hear the pleading, the need for acceptance in Vicky's voice. She could picture Angie going through the same thing, needing someone to hold on to. She was having a hard time holding back her tears, and knew she wouldn't be able to stop them for much longer.
"Vicky, I need a hug. Please?"
Vicky turned and climbed into Caitlin's lap. Both were crying, hanging on to each other, letting the tears wash away their pain. They were still holding each other when Mary stepped onto the porch.
Mary and her husband Will had had a long talk that morning about their daughters Vicky and Brenda, but most of it was about Vicky, what she had hidden from her mother, how she had lied to her father and sister, and about her behaviour the previous evening.
Apparently, Vicky had been involved in a couple of heated sexual affairs without anyone knowing about it. Will found out about the second one after the other girl had moved away, and been told by Vicky about the first one. He'd found her in her room in the middle of a crying session, and she'd told him everything. She also said that she'd talked to Mom already, and told her the same as she'd told him, and that she'd get over it faster if nobody said anything about it anymore. Somewhere in the middle of their conversation, Brenda walked in on them, having overheard enough to realize what was going on, wanting to know the whole story and if she could help.
It ended with Will and Vicky both agreeing not to talk about her problems with anyone outside the family, and also agreeing not to mention or refer to those incidents where Vicky could hear. She said she'd get over it faster that way.
After listening to all that, Mary told her husband that Vicky had never said anything to her about it, ever, and why hadn't he talked to her about it. It turned out Vicky was somewhat to blame there as well. During the weeks following her confession to her father, she hung around the house a lot, and crawled into bed with them a few times. Since nothing was said about it, Will assumed that Mary did know what was going on, and was following the same instructions, not to mention it while Vicky was around. After that, other matters took on more importance, and the situation started sliding into the background. Vicky spoke with her father a few times, talking at length about how she felt, and how she thought she was getting over Donna. Vicky was her old self around the house, and wasn't having any more crying jags, so Will just let the matter slide. Until the previous night.
They both realized that Vicky had gone through a hard emotional time, and agreed that if Vicky and Caitlin hit it off, they wouldn't interfere with things too much, at least not right away. Vicky did need to be disciplined for lying, and a couple of weeks being grounded would probably be adequate. It would do for a punishment, and give Vicky and Caitlin some time to cool off.
Mary went over to Richard's place a little before lunch, to see what was happening, and to bring Vicky home for a long chat. When she got there, things were a little different than what she'd expected.
Vicky and Caitlin were still on the porch when Mary arrived. Caitlin was reclining, stretched out in the lounger, with Vicky curled up in her lap, head buried in Caitlin's shoulder. Caitlin had her head turned into Vicky's neck and shoulder as well, so you couldn't see either of their faces. It looked like they were necking, right there in the open.
Mary sat down in the other lounger, sitting upright, looking at the two girls. Listening carefully, she heard the odd muffled sob and a bit of sniffling.
"Vicky, is everything all right?" Vicky turned her head to look at her mother, letting her see both of their faces. They were both red-eyed, with streaks running down their cheeks. It looked like both had done some serious crying.
"I'm okay mom." She slid down a little lower on Caitlin, laying her head down on the bigger girl's chest, hugging her tight with both arms, looking at her mother, blinking away the last few tears. Caitlin, her arms still around Vicky, gave her a small squeeze.
"You both look terrible. What's the matter?"
When Vicky didn't answer, Caitlin did.
"We'll be okay in a little while. We've been talking. It seems Vicky and I have a few things in common. I take it you and your husband had a discussion about Vicky this morning?"
"Yes, but why would you be asking about that?"
"Like I said, we've both had some similar experiences. She told me a little bit about what's been happening in her life and what's going on right now, and I've told her a little bit about my past. We've been commiserating. So what have you decided to do about us?"
"What do you mean, 'do about us'?"
"Well, Vicky's already told me about how she lied to her Dad and Brenda. She knows she's in trouble for that, and expects to be punished for it. But what she's really worried about, and me as well, is what you're going to do about us, meaning me and Vicky."
Vicky was just lying there through all that, letting Caitlin do the talking, blinking back the tears, sniffling every once in a while, listening, and watching her mother.
"Well, Will and I had decided on something, but now I'm not too sure about what we'd planned. What I think I'd like is for Vicky (looking her daughter in the eye) to tell me the whole story, right from the start. Okay, Vicky? Ready to come home and tell me about it?"
"I'd rather stay here, Mom. I'd feel a lot better telling you about it here than at home right now." She and Caitlin both shifted a bit, making themselves a little more comfortable.
"All right, but let me get comfortable first." Mary stood and turned her lounger so it was partially facing the two girls. After stretching out, she looked at her daughter. "Okay then, I want to hear the whole story, right from the start, and don't leave anything out."
It started about a year ago, when Vicky was ten. Mom and dad were out for the night and weren't expected back until sometime the next afternoon. Their babysitter, a sixteen year old girl both parents had known for a few years, put each of the kids to bed and then curled up in their parents bed to sleep (the standard arrangement).
You couldn't really call Robyn pretty, let alone beautiful, but she was somewhat cute, with an air of innocence around her. She did make the best of what she had, keeping her light brown shoulder-length hair shiny, clean, and well done up, using only a little makeup, mostly to enhance her grey-blue eyes (her best feature), and making sure her pearly-whites were exactly that. She was fairly short at 4'11", and a little chubby. Her breasts were medium sized, about a 'B' cup, and fairly firm, considering her figure.
Sometime during the night a thunderstorm broke out. The repeated claps of thunder and flashes of lightning woke Vicky up and frightened her enough that she ran from her bed and crawled in with Robyn (the babysitter). Robyn tried to comfort Vicky, hugging her, petting her, and stroking her back. Eventually Vicky calmed down, but Robyn didn't stop the cuddling and petting. Vicky was enjoying it in a sleepy sort of way, so she didn't object when the touching became more intimate. Robyn worked on Vicky for quite some time that night, eventually bringing her to her first real orgasm. She went back to sleep lying in Robyn's arms, still being cuddled and caressed, and feeling very warm and cozy.
After that night, Vicky ended up in bed with Robyn every time Robyn babysat, usually two or three times each month. Robyn brought Vicky along slowly, never pushing, teaching her how to accept pleasure from another woman, and how to give it in return. Vicky, at age ten, had been brought into her sexuality.
Robyn introduced Donna to Vicky about six months after Vicky's first sexual encounter.
Donna was a shy, quiet girl, still quite short (4'2") but starting to sprout and develop. Her hair was a dark honey-blond, kept short in almost a page-boy cut. Her face was very nice and well-proportioned, showing some of the beauty that would be hers when she grew older. Her body was also starting to develop some of the charms she would have later, with long, slender legs, delicate, expressive hands, breasts that were starting to cone out, and the beginnings of a real figure, with a real waist, nicely developing hips, and a well-rounded bottom. The boys were beginning to notice.
Vicky's parents were both required to be out of town for the night, on rather sudden notice, and were having a hard time finding a sitter. Finally, after some fast negotiations, they managed to get Robyn, but with a compromise. Robyn was already committed to babysitting another couple's eleven-year-old daughter overnight, so it was agreed that Robyn would bring the other girl with her to sleep over, after everyone's parents had given their permission. Robyn herself had actually made the suggestion.
When Vicky found out that Robyn was going to babysit, but that another girl would be coming over as well, she got into a bit of a mood. Those special times with Robyn had become a very important part of Vicky's life. She didn't know if she'd get any time with her friend for their 'special' playing, because Donna would be sleeping in her parents' bed too.
That afternoon and evening were somewhat strained. Donna was a shy, withdrawn girl, quite unlike Vicky and Brenda, and didn't join in much with their playing and joking. Vicky was also feeling jealous of the way Donna and Robyn sometimes looked at each other. She recognized that look, because it was the same one her friend occasionally gave her. When putting the girls into their beds, Robyn whispered to Vicky "It's okay. You're welcome to sneak in later. We can still hug and cuddle. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Feeling better, Vicky whispered back "Yes, please. I like hugs and cuddles."
A short while later, she was peeking into her parents' bedroom. Robyn was there, lying under the covers in the middle of the bed, with Donna snuggled up tight to one side, arm wrapped around Robyn's waist, head pillowed on the older girl's shoulder. Vicky was feeling a little jealous, and was very nervous about climbing into bed with the two of them.
Vicky saw Robyn look at her and wave for her to come in. When she saw Donna open her eyes, she saw a shy, rather inviting smile appear on the girl's face. Seeing that, she felt a little better about joining them for cuddles and jumped up into the bed. Worming her way under the covers, she snuggled up close to Robyn, resting her head on her friend's other shoulder, and putting an arm around her waist. When her arm touched Donna's, she felt something, almost like a small shock, run up her arm and down to her groin.
Vicky felt Robyn relax, and heard her give out a big sigh.
The older girl hugged both of them for a minute, then pulled them both up a little bit. "Donna, this is my special friend Vicky. Vicky, this is my special friend Donna."
Robyn then shocked Vicky by leaning over a bit to nuzzle and kiss with Donna, like lovers, like they did together. She was just as shocked when Robyn did that to her too, and she could see the surprise on Donna's face. And something else.
There was a sort of deep hunger growing in the young girl's eyes as she looked back at Vicky, something Vicky had never seen. It seemed to spark an electric shock deep inside the ten year old that ran right through her body. That was something she'd never felt before, either.
For some reason, Vicky couldn't seem to look away from Donna's eyes. They had captured her, and wouldn't let her go. She was a little scared of this, but was also thrilled, feeling a tension building up between them, running back and forth between their eyes, something that wasn't going to let either one of them free.
After what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, Vicky saw Donna's hand reach up and start to caress Robyn's breast. With only a little hesitation, she copied those motions. Those eyes made it feel like they were caressing each other's breasts. Donna then smiled, letting Vicky know that this was what she was hoping for, and that Donna was now in control.
Watching carefully, she saw Donna lower her head and start kissing Robyn's cheek and neck, never breaking eye contact. Slowly and carefully she followed suit. Vicky could almost feel Donna's lips and tongue touching and caressing her own face.
After lifting her head again, Donna's hand disappeared under the covers, coming out again a few seconds later, pulling up the bottom of Robyn's negligee. Vicky felt her hand doing the same, almost by itself, hardly needing her when following Donna's lead. With some cooperation from the teenager, her negligee was eventually tossed to the side. This left the brunette's breasts exposed, something that Donna immediately took advantage of.
Vicky watched Donna licking and kissing Robyn's breast, sucking up the nipple and teasing it with her tongue and teeth. Hardly noticing, she was doing the same thing with the other breast. Her whole attention was focused on the hunger and desire she saw in Donna's eyes, and on the need being opened up within herself by those same eyes.
Deep inside her, she felt a fire erupt, running up to her nipples and down to her pussy, finally stopping in and igniting her small clit. This sent a wave of pleasure through her, causing her to shudder slightly.
As she watched, Donna's eyes narrowed for a second as that wave passed from Vicky to her, and ignited the same fires within her. Vicky smiled, knowing then that Donna was feeling exactly the same things she was, and they both knew it. Donna was now kissing her way down Robyn's side, over her hip, and down the outside of her leg, pushing the covers back as she went. Vicky was still copying her every move.
Robyn was watching this interplay between the two girls with fascination, tinged with some of her initial nervousness about bringing them together like this. She had hoped they'd become good friends, and it looked like things were going to be better than she thought they might. It was unsettling, though, the way the two of them were staring at each other, and the way Donna had taken charge, something she'd never done before.
When Donna got to Robyn's knee, she pulled it up and out, away from the other leg, leaving that teenage pussy open and inviting. She then kissed and nibbled her way down to Robyn's toes. Vicky, still staring into the girl's eyes, was with her all the way, unable to turn away from her gaze, still copying her every move.
For the first time since they started, Donna looked away from Vicky's eyes. They traced a line along the inside of Robyn's leg, from just below where Vicky was down to Robyn's waiting pussy. She looked back into Vicky's eyes, smiling a little, inviting, daring the girl to keep following her lead. Donna then turned away, moving herself in between those legs, nibbling and kissing her way up from Robyn's ankle, heading towards that damp, overheated slit.
Vicky couldn't resist the invitation. She quickly moved into the same position on the other leg and started kissing her way up as well. She could almost feel the satisfaction coming from Donna, as she felt Vicky move into position.
As they both moved closer to Robyn's center, Vicky occasionally felt a touch from Donna's shoulder or hip or thigh, each touch sending a thrill running through her body, setting off tiny shudders and gasps. Feeling and hearing these same things coming from Donna made it even more exciting, feeding back on itself, intensifying the reaction. Those touches became more and more frequent, lasting longer and longer, until Vicky's side was pressed up against Donna's, giving them both an almost continuous buzz.
She felt Donna's hand slide on top of hers. Not really knowing what to do, but not wanting the girl to move her hand away, Vicky curled her fingers up into those other fingers, intertwining with them, and hanging on.
Robyn was starting to feel a little frustrated by now. It was quite apparent, despite the fact that they were both playing with her body, that they were paying far more attention to each other than to her. 'Ah well,' she thought to herself, 'it's your own fault. You brought them together, you face the consequences. I just hope they get me off before they start in on each other.'
Eventually they were both almost at the point where her legs joined. Just before their cheeks touched, Vicky watched Donna slide up and over Robyn's leg, reversing her direction, almost moving into a sixty-nine position. Her chest was on Robyn's stomach, and she began to lick and nibble Robyn's mound and the upper portion of her dripping slot.
Vicky pushed Robyn's other leg up at the knee, wiggling her body underneath and, lying on her side, began to lick and kiss the bottom parts of that slit, nibbling her way up from the puckered little anus to just above the dripping hole, pausing long enough to dip in and lap up as much of that sweet nectar as she could. She then licked her way back down, tickling and tasting with the tip of her tongue.
Vicky felt a light touch on her calf. Someone's hand, probably Robyn's, was caressing her, slowly moving up the inside of her leg. She spread herself wide, suddenly wanting someone to do something with her pussy. As the hand moved higher, she moaned in anticipation, needing release from the tensions developing inside her. When that hand finally reached her aching slit, she whimpered a bit in relief. Hearing Donna's long, drawn-out groan, she was certain that another hand had finally reached her pussy as well.
All this tongue lashing was having an effect on Robyn. Vicky could feel the teen's muscles bunching and relaxing and her hips starting to jerk and twist. All of a sudden Robyn started to spasm, her climax hitting with little warning. Vicky licked and sucked at that juicy hole, lapping up all the creamy drippings, not wanting any to go to waste.
She left the last few drops on her tongue, pushing them high up Robyn's slit, wanting to share with the other girl. When Donna's tongue touched hers, Vicky almost climaxed on the spot, the electric thrill from that contact running through her body felt soooo delicious and intense. It was all too soon when Donna pulled back a bit to continue her assault on Robyn's clit.
That hand playing with Vicky's pussy was finally getting somewhere. There were ripples of pleasure running out from the finger moving in and out of her aching love-hole, and the sweet sensations coming from her clit as it was being massaged sent tingles all through her body. It felt wonderful, but oh-so-slow! Right now she wanted it hard and fast, but no amount of wiggling or whimpering made any difference to the hand torturing her between her legs.
Moaning in frustration, she started tonguing and licking Robyn's hole with a fast, hard rhythm. She could feel her friend quickly working up to another climax, and then felt it hit as her tongue was grabbed and squeezed by Robyn's vaginal muscles. More juice started flowing, thicker and creamier than before. Vicky lapped up everything her tongue could reach, this time saving it in her mouth for sharing.
Sliding her tongue up higher, moving to Robyn's clit, she again felt Donna's tongue touch hers, with the same electric tingles running out from that contact to the rest of her body. Using her tongue, she began to spread the creamy nectar she'd saved in her mouth on and around Robyn's clit. Donna's tongue lapped up everything, then went travelling around again, on and in that pussy.
She could feel Robyn's body start to jerk and spasm as another wave of orgasm hit. This time, Vicky started working on the brunette's clit, sliding over and around Donna's tongue, which was doing the same thing, and driving Robyn over the edge again, and again. The hand working on her own pussy was jerking around almost randomly before it stopped altogether.
The two of them relentlessly attacked that defenseless little nubbin with their tongues, stopping only when they heard Robyn whimpering and moaning for them to stop, please, she couldn't take any more.
Vicky's head fell back onto the bed. She was breathing rapidly, still moaning softly, still needing release. She could hear Robyn gasping and panting for air, coming down from the intense orgasms she'd been put through. Suddenly there was a pair of lips on hers and a tongue forcing its way into her mouth, startling Vicky with the onslaught. She could still taste Robyn's flavors on that tongue, and it was absolutely delicious right then.
Wrapping an arm around Donna's head, Vicky returned the kiss with all the fire and passion she felt inside her, sliding her tongue into Donna's mouth, then trying to suck that other tongue into her throat.
A minute or two later, Vicky felt the hand in her gash start to move again, picking up the pace, quickly speeding up to a hard, steady rhythm, one she knew would set her off. Whimpering in anticipation, she could hear/feel Donna moaning through their kiss, probably receiving the same treatment herself.
When Vicky's first orgasm hit, it was sudden and hard. Her hips were jumping and thrusting, her legs closing and opening, pussy walls spasming and grabbing the finger in there. She felt none of that, lost in a haze of intense pleasure for those long, drawn-out seconds. Rolling through her like a wave, it started from her groin and washed into every muscle in her body, rising to a crest before allowing her to slide down towards normalcy. She tried to pull Donna tighter into their kiss, moaning and whimpering with pleasure and release. When it subsided, that need was still there, not quite as bad, but still almost desperately seeking release. Thank god that hand kept up its actions.
Next was Donna. Vicky could feel it. Donna almost managed to jerk her head back from their kiss, but Vicky held her tight. It was a hard one - she heard/felt Donna moaning, almost screaming, crying into her mouth, and could feel the shudders from Donna's release right through their kiss, setting off another orgasmic wave in her own body. This one was smaller, a short surge of pleasure through her entire being, leaving behind a tingling sensation.
All through this, that hand in her crotch kept up its relentless pounding action. Vicky craved it right now, wanting it to go faster and harder, she needed release again so bad it almost hurt.
This went on for a little while longer, Donna and Vicky setting each other off on major and minor climaxes. Just when Vicky felt like she couldn't take any more, Donna gave a final moan and shudder and rolled away from her. Vicky, whimpering, also rolled away, finally breaking contact with that relentless hand. Her arm was touching Vicky when she stopped, not wanting to break contact. That deep-seated need and desire inside her that Donna had brought to life was still there, but felt dull and distant, her body being too tired for anything more right now.
After a few minutes rest, she felt Robyn's hands on her body, pulling her up higher on the bed, breaking her contact with her new lover. Opening her eyes, she saw Robyn pull Donna up to her other side, laying her down to rest. When they were both settled, Donna touched her, reaching over top of Robyn. Vicky climbed over top of both girls, finally settling back into bed behind Donna, fitting herself to the girl's body spoon-style, wanting as much contact between them as she could get.
She felt Donna's shivers and heard her soft moans as their bodies came together. With her free arm, Vicky reached over to Robyn, pulling the three of them into a tighter embrace. Donna's hand covered her own, then she her fingers with Vicky's in a tight grasp. That's how they fell asleep.
Vicky was awakened very early in the morning by what felt like tickling on her feet. Donna was no longer in her arms, so she opened one eye. Robyn had rolled away a little during the night, over to the other side of the bed. Her new lover was nowhere to be seen. Then she felt the tickling on her feet again. Rolling over, she was suddenly face-to-foot with the blonde.
Feeling the licks and kisses running all over her feet and toes, Vicky began to return them, nibbling and sucking on Donna's toes. She then began to slide down the bed, along Donna's ankles, then her shins and knees, throwing back the covers to get at her thighs. Finally Vicky reached Donna's hairless mound.
This long, slow journey, feeling Donna's caresses, licks, kisses and nibbles the whole way, re-awakened that need in Vicky. She could feel it burning in her groin, as hot and strong as ever. When Donna's moist, cool tongue touched her mound, Vicky gasped and shivered, opening her legs up wide. She dove into Donna's hot, wet snatch, sucking and licking at all the cool, sweet nectar, driving Donna into an almost immediate climax.
When the waves of pleasure stopped rocking her body, Donna returned the favor, licking and sucking on Vicky's lower and inner lips and her clit, quickly pushing Vicky to the edge as well. Vicky felt it build quickly in her groin, growing and releasing so fast it was incredible. It felt like small tremors erupting all over her body, echoes of the small earthquake taking place wherever Donna's tongue was touching her.
Vicky could feel her body tiring quickly, not yet fully recovered from last night. She rested her head on Donna's thigh, wrapping her arms around Donna's waist to hold her close. She felt Donna copying her, doing the same thing, preparing for a long session of very tired lovemaking.
Using only her tongue, Vicky licked up and down Donna's slot, playing with and teasing her clit. It was surprising to Vicky how quickly and easily Donna slid up and into another orgasm. Pulling back her tongue to let her recover, Vicky closed her eyes and rested.
After a minute or two, Vicky felt Donna's tongue slide into her dripping snatch and start to tease and tickle her. Feeling completely relaxed, she just let the sensations build inside her. She was almost shocked when she felt herself sliding into another mild orgasm after what seemed like only a minute or two. It was so delicious, having it wash back and forth in her limp body, those sweet sensations tickling all through her without any of the intense release of those from last night.
When she recovered a bit, she tongued Donna into another mild orgasm, receiving another herself a few minutes later. This one was even softer, simply sliding in from nowhere, running electric tingles through her entire body, then sliding away again. It took so little effort, yet felt so good, she wanted to keep this up forever. Again, as soon as her breath was back, she started on Donna again.
It was almost like they were trading the same orgasm back and forth, using their tongues to pass it from one mouth into the other's sensitive and throbbing clit. Everything felt so nice right now, so warm, so comfortable, so perfectly wonderful. It was as though she and her new lover were halves of a perfect orgasmic whole, suddenly brought together. She completely lost herself in this wonderful new playtime.
After some time, and countless small climaxes, she felt hands trying to pull her away from Donna. She simply hung on tight to Donna's waist until the hands gave up. She wasn't ready to stop yet.
Robyn woke up very early the next morning and didn't feel either of the girls beside her. Opening her eyes, she looked over to see them both on the other side of the bed, covers thrown back, lying on their sides in a sixty-nine position. They each had their legs scissored apart, with their heads pillowed on each other's thigh, arms wrapped around each other's waists, mouths almost touching each others pussies.
They seemed to be asleep, but as Robyn watched, Vicky's tongue slid into Donna's slot to tease and play with her clit. After a minute or two, Donna shuddered a bit, pulling her face into Vicky's crotch, moaning very quietly. After the shudders and moaning stopped, both leaned back slightly, resting, seeming to sleep again. A minute or so later, Donna's tongue slipped into Vicky's crack, repeating the performance Vicky'd just given, bringing Vicky to a small, shuddering orgasm. After a minute or two of rest, Vicky started again.
This had apparently been going on for some time, as both girls were covered with a thin film of perspiration. Both of their pussies were absolutely dripping with juices, and streaks of their cream and saliva ran down both sides of their thighs, leaving small wet patches on the bed under them.
After watching them both go through several mini-orgasms, Robyn thought it was about time they separated and got some more real sleep. She tried to pull them apart, but all they did was grab on tighter, refusing to move or let go. Neither had opened their eyes.
Sighing a bit, Robyn gave up trying to stop them. Instead, she lay down behind Vicky, pulling the covers over them all, wrapping one arm around them both. Every few minutes she could feel one or the other of the girls shudder as another climax hit. She'd never heard of anyone being able to come this often, with what seemed to be very little stimulation. She gave up counting their orgasms after a while and fell back to sleep.
Later that morning, but still fairly early, Robyn woke again. The girls were in approximately the same positions, but this time they were definitely asleep. Their arms were relaxed, bodies twisted slightly, heads tilted to the side, mouths open, breathing softly and steadily. She smiled to herself, seeing them like this, knowing that they would be enjoying each others' company far more than their times with her. Without her help, though they would never had gotten together.
She decided she'd better have her talk with them now, while the three of them had some time and some privacy together. God only knew if a chance like this would come up again. She woke them by giving them each a long kiss, licking the insides of their lips and playing with their tongues, still tasting of the juices from their pussies. As they woke, they each responded to the kiss, playing with her tongue, sucking it deeper into their mouths.
Pulling them both up beside her, heads on pillows, she let them cuddle with each other and kiss quietly for a few minutes, caressing them both.
"Okay you two, you're going to have to break for a while. I need to talk with you both." Donna turned over, putting her back to Vicky, facing Robyn. She'd pulled Vicky's hand with her, and was now holding it between her breasts. Vicky pressed in tight, so she was touching Donna along their entire length.
"I've been hoping to get you two together for a while now, but didn't know how to do it, or how you two would react to each other. This was a real break for me, making it a lot easier, and it looks like you two are getting along very well." Both girls blushed, but Vicky gave Donna a kiss on the back of her neck. Donna squeezed Vicky's hand in reply.
"You see, this is probably the last time I'll be babysitting either of you." She listened to their protests for a few seconds before carrying on. "Yes, it will be the last time. You see, I've found a real job now, working in an office, and I'll be starting in two weeks. I've also got myself a steady boyfriend, one I think may be around for a long time. This means I won't have any more time for babysitting." She had a hard time continuing, looking at the tears in their eyes, and starting to cry a bit herself.
"This doesn't mean I don't love you both, because I do. It's just that I'm getting older and need to do other things in my life. You two are very special to me, and I'm going to miss you a whole lot. That's why I'm glad you are getting along so well. I know what it's like to be without a special friend, I had to go through it before. You'll have each other now, so it won't seem so bad when I'm not there anymore."
"I Know you both go to the same school, so you'll be able to meet and talk with each other whenever you want. One thing I thought you might do is to arrange regular sleep-overs at each others houses, something your parents probably wouldn't mind. Well, what do you think?"
With that, all three girls started crying, hugging each other, telling them how much they'd miss each other.
After the crying had died down, Robyn said that it was time to get up and mobile. They did the usual things, showering, breakfast, and doing a lot of talking. Brenda was surprised when Vicky told her about Robyn's new job and new boyfriend, wondering how come Vicky knew about it before she did. They spent the rest of the day chatting and playing. Donna didn't seem nearly as shy as before, joining in with the conversations and laughing at the jokes. She seemed totally different from the shy little girl she'd been yesterday.
Donna and Vicky never did seem to become close friends at school. They'd decided it would be better to keep their relationship a secret. They met regularly after school, and slept over at each other's houses as often as they thought they could get away with. They enjoyed each other's company a great deal, over and above the physical pleasure they gave each other. Donna was one of the few really close friends Vicky'd ever had.
This all came to an end after only a few short months. Robyn's dad was transferred to a new office across the state, getting a promotion and a raise as incentive. It was a shock to Donna when her dad finally told her, and a bigger shock to Vicky when Donna told her she'd be moving away in a few weeks. They cried in each others arms for a while, before deciding that it would probably be better if they didn't see each other for the last few weeks, knowing it would be too hard to hide their feelings from their friends and families.
Vicky had been hurting because of the loss of her special lover for more than two months before she found Caitlin.
Mary was having a hard time fighting back the tears.
"So how come you never told anyone about this?"
"Well, before, I thought you'd both be mad at me. Maybe you wouldn't let me see Robyn or Donna any more. After Donna left, I hurt a lot, and felt real sorry for not telling you. I knew you'd be mad when you found out, so I just didn't say anything. I'm sorry mom."
"It's okay, apology accepted. Just remember in the future that you should talk to us about these things. We're not meanies you know, we do understand how you feel. We love you and want to help however we can."
"Okay mom. Thanks."
"You realize of course that you're still going to be punished for lying to your father."
"We've already talked about it, and I think you should both hear what it is. Vicky, you're grounded for two weeks, starting tomorrow. That means the only time you step out of the house is to go to school. No going to friends houses, and no friends over either. Is that clear?"
Vicky started crying softly, hanging onto Caitlin.
Mary relented slightly. "Vicky, dear, I said you couldn't invite any friends over. I didn't say that your dad and I couldn't invite Richard or Caitlin over."
Vicky sniffled a bit, went over and climbed into her mothers lap. "Thanks mom." She cuddled in her mother's arms for a while.
Richard opened the door and looked around the porch. Vicky was there, sitting curled up in Mary's lap in one chair, while Caitlin was stretched out in another chair. All three had been crying, that was obvious.
"Lunch is ready, if anyone's interested."
He got two nods and a subdued uh-huh for a reply.
He returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was still wearing a frown. Lunch, consisting of fresh deli buns, corned beef, ham, salami, swiss and cheddar cheeses, and various drinks, was ready.
"Come on, Brenda, quit pouting. I'll pick some up next time I'm shopping. I promise! I've never seen anyone put on such a display over a little thing." Richard couldn't help chuckling.
"Don't laugh at me! It's not funny! I mean, how can you possibly survive without it? Isn't there a law somewhere that you gotta have ketchup in the fridge? If there isn't, I'll make one!"
"I think you're being more than a little silly. Don't you think so too?"
She grinned. "I guess. I just can't believe there's anyone that doesn't have ketchup. Whaddaya do when you eat hot dogs?"
"I use relish and onion."
"Eeew. Onion? I'm never gonna kiss you after you've had a hot dog."
"Why don't you head home and get some? While you're there, invite your dad over for lunch. Your mom's already here, so he's probably feeling abandoned."
"Okay!" She ran off
Lunch was quiet, without much talking. Vicky, Caitlin and Mary were still feeling the after-effects of their morning chat. Richard, Brenda, and Will talked a bit about Richard's job, the classes he was still taking, Will's work, and a bit about Brenda's schoolwork.
After lunch, Richard insisted everyone was to come back for dinner. He'd picked up some steaks, and they'd have a nice barbecue to finish off the weekend. It was agreed, barbecue at six, especially since they all needed to do some serious talking as well. Mary told everyone about Vicky's grounding, saying that if they needed to know why, they could ask Vicky.
After lunch, Mary and Will went home (next door, such a long trip), Brenda stayed and helped Richard clean up, and Vicky and Caitlin seemingly disappeared.
When they were done, Richard asked Brenda. "Any idea where our sisters have gotten to?"
Brenda laughed. "Richard, think. They're new lovers. This is their, uh, second day together? Last one for two weeks. Where would you be, down at the supermarket?"
"Ouch! You got me on that one. Just remember, I'm not as young as you. It'll take me some time to get used to this. A few days ago I still thought you three were sweet innocent little kids. Now I know better. You're all horny little she-devils in disguise!"
"Right. And don't you forget it! Now then, we've got oodles of time before supper, and I'm not gonna waste it either! Besides, you still owe me a nice shower. Come on, and don't you dare make a fuss!"
When they got to the top of the stairs, they could both hear the moans and whimpers coming from Caitlin's room, at the end of the hall.
"It looks like our sisters have a head start on us. Wanna go peek?"
"Spoilsport." Brenda followed Richard to his bedroom, then turned and ran down the hall.
Richard turned when he heard her footsteps. "Brenda! No!" he said in a loud whisper.
She ignored him and opened the door to Caitlin's room. "Okay you two. Remember, it's mine and Richard's turn for a shower. You get the leftovers." It was an interesting view. Caitlin was spread-eagled on the bed, hands grabbing at the top corners, knees bent, with thighs wide open. Her eyes were open, but glazed over and unfocused. Vicky's face was buried deep in her crotch, moving up and down very quickly. Caitlin didn't notice Brenda, but Vicky looked up at her sister, her face wet, glistening with Bec's juices. She smiled and nodded.
Turning back toward Richard, she shut the door. The noises in the room, silenced for a few seconds, started up again.
"See, they hardly noticed."
"That's supposed to be something private! No spectators. Now promise me you won't do it again."
"Nope, can't promise that."
"All right. How about this then. I promise if either of them tells me to get out and stay out, I will. I won't do it again. And you can tell them both about my promise. Will that do?"
"That's not the same thing. I don't like the idea of you just peeking in on them whenever you feel like it. Besides, it might give them ideas. What if one of them decided to look in on us when we're ... uh ... doing ... whatever."
Brenda smiled, very seductively at Richard. "That might be fun. I've given you my promise, and that's as good as it gets. It works both ways. If they tell me to stay out of their room, then they have to stay out of our room. Okay?"
"Now, you just stand there and don't move a muscle!"
Richard watched as she turned up the heat (again?) and walked back toward him, wiggling her hips. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. When he went to put his arms around her, she hissed at him "Don't you dare move until I tell you to!" He dropped his arms back by his sides.
She began by slowly sliding down his front. When her head reached his crotch, she nuzzled him with her face, outlining his hardening cock with her nose and her chin. Undoing his shoes, she tugged up on one leg. "Lift." He obediently lifted that leg, putting one hand on her head for balance. When she'd stripped off his shoe and sock, she had him lift the other leg, repeating the performance.
For a few minutes, she caressed his feet, playing with each toe, massaging his ankles, and running her hands partway up his calves. Sliding back up his body, she paused for a moment to nuzzle his now fully-hardened member. Reaching up over her head, she undid his belt.
Standing up straight, she slowly pulled his shirt up and out from his pants. Undoing the bottom couple of buttons, she slipped her arms inside his shirt and ran her hands around his lower stomach, sides, and back. Pulling her arms out, she undid the next button, sliding her arms back inside for more caresses, only slightly higher than the time before.
Richard's breathing was getting heavy. Brenda's caresses felt like feather touches on his skin, so light and so cool, but where she touched, his skin burned. He could feel that heat burning inward, centering on his groin, building up pressure oh so slowly. The bulge in the front of his pants was getting bigger and starting to get uncomfortable.
She took an agonizingly long time to remove his shirt, finally sliding it down his arms and off his wrists. She paused to suck every fingertip on each of his hands. Reaching up, she teased and tickled his nipples, stopping to nibble and lick one of them.
Electric shocks were running from his nipples to his groin, each time she licked or pinched one. He still had his pants and shorts on, but he felt like he was close to climaxing. He moaned. "God, you're making me hot! Much more, and I'll be cumming in my pants!"
"Don't you dare. I've got something else in mind for that."
To Richard's relief, she did stop playing with his nipples. Walking around behind him, she started stroking and touching his back, using the tips of her fingers, trying to memorize every bump, every groove, every muscle and bone there, seeing where he was sensitive. He tried very hard to control himself, especially when she found the ticklish spots.
Once she was satisfied with his back, she moved around to the front. Lowering herself down, she once again nuzzled his groin, massaging his aching, hardened cock. Richard groaned. She was definitely getting to him. Undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper, she slid her thumbs under his belt, one on either side, and reached around behind him, loosening his pants on the way.
Reaching as far around him as she could, she held him in a tight hug, cheek resting against his stomach, just above his crotch. Knees bending, she began to tug and pull his pants down, not releasing her hug, head still pressed against him. As his pants went down, so did she. Over top of his cock, past his balls, down his thighs to his knees, until she was sitting on the floor. Pulling on one leg, she said "Up."
Still being obedient, he lifted one leg, then the other. His pants joined his shirt, shoes and socks in a pile. Seated on the floor, Brenda looked up at Richard. All he could see were her big, green, lust-filled eyes looking back at him. His cock felt huge and swollen, ready to burst, and neither one of them were undressed yet!
He felt a tug on his shorts. Still staring into his eyes, Brenda had her hands fastened to the leg bands of his jockeys, one on either side, and was pulling them down. They went down easily until the front got hung up on his cock. It was so hard, it wouldn't pop out of the top. He moved his hand to try and release his prick, but stopped when she whispered "Don't move."
She got up onto her knees, so her head was right at his crotch. Pulling out the waistband of his shorts with one hand, she reached in to grab his cock with the other. As soon as her hand touched it, he jumped, and his whole body shivered for a second. The room was hot and he was perspiring freely, but her touch still felt cool. She lifted his member out of his shorts and licked the tip with a slight flick of her tongue.
"GOD! Brenda, do that again and I'll be coming in your face. I'm that close."
Smiling, she walked behind him again and pulled his shorts to his ankles. "Step out." He did. Picking up his shorts in one hand, she slid her other hand up the inside of his leg, from the ankle, up his calf, past his knee, up the inner thigh, and then reached through to cup his balls in her palm.
He was shivering and sweating as her hand got higher and higher. When she touched his thigh, he jumped again. When he realized where her hand was going, he tried to push himself up, getting on tiptoe to try and get away from her hand. When she touched his balls, he jumped again, letting out a strangled gasp.
As she fondled his balls, he slowly sank back down onto his feet, knees spreading slightly, moaning. "No more. Please! I'll explode if you don't stop! Brenda, please!"
With a sigh, she released him, but her hand caressed his crotch, from under his balls, all the way to the top of his ass crack, before breaking contact. That brought more moans. Richard's breathing was erratic. He couldn't remember the last time he was so worked up. His balls were hard and starting to ache, and his insides felt like they were on fire.
"Okay, now it's my turn. Step back and face the bed. Don't move, and don't say anything, unless you can't help cumming."
Richard was now about six feet from the bed, with a clear view of what Brenda was about to do. She stood just in front of him, facing him. Putting her hands up behind her head, she stretched, long and liquid as a cat, arching her back, twisting one leg then the other, arms moving up and out, then down to her sides, and ended by hugging herself, squeezing in each thigh alternately.
"Remember, no talking, no touching."
Slowly, lazily, she began unbuttoning her blouse. A single button at a time. His eyes watched carefully. His cock jerked every time one came undone. After the last button was loose, she pulled her blouse open, at the same time turning her back to him. He only caught a glimpse of her bra-covered mounds. To Richard, it looked like she caressed her blouse off each shoulder. It slid down her arms, and she caught it in her hands behind her back. Using one hand, keeping her back to Richard, she daintily held out her arm and dropped the blouse on top of the growing pile of clothes. Next came her bra. Unclasping it, she shrugged it off her shoulders, catching it on her breasts. It was also carefully dropped onto the pile.
Using both hands, she massaged and kneaded her breasts, playing with the nipples with her thumbs.
"Ahhhh. Ooooo, that feels good." Without noticing it, her thighs clenched. "I wish it were your hands and tongue doing this right now." Her hands slid down from her breasts, down her stomach, and over her groin to her thighs. Oooing, she let them slid around to the back of her legs, then up under her skirt to her panty-covered bottom. He watched her hands massaging her hips and ass, showing off, hips rotating slowly in time to the movement of her hands.
Richard groaned and slitted his eyes, hardly able to stand it as he watched her thumbs hook the elastic of her panties and pull them down off her ass. She continued her slow grind and massage, seemingly oblivious to the moans coming from behind her.
Sighing, she stopped the massage. She dropped her panties to her ankles and kicked them towards the clothes pile, followed quickly by her dress. After another stretch, and some more groans from Richard, she leaned over, bent at the waist, to undo her shoes.
He was having trouble breathing properly. Bent over like that, he could see everything clearly, her ass, her puckered little nether hole, her pussy, all the little beads of dew around the lips, crack glistening, red and moist, her breasts bobbing up and down, trying to hide behind her knees, and her little brown nipples, hard and puckered, occasionally grazing a leg.
Kicking her shoes off towards a corner, she stood up and stretched again. Richard let out a whimper.
Lazily, keeping her legs straight and her feet on the floor, Brenda oozed out onto the bed. Resting her head on her forearms, she spread her legs, arched her back, and began a slow grind of her hips.
"So, do you like the view?"
It took all his self-control to stop himself from grabbing her hips and jamming his cock as far down into her cunt as it would go. His balls were aching, his cock ready to explode, his insides knotted with lust and desire, and she was waving that delicious ass and cunt around in front of him in such an inviting manner he almost couldn't help himself.
"Yes" was all he could force out.
"You do have a lot of self control. You've been very patient, now it's time for your reward." She pulled a pillow down a few feet from the top of the bed. Patting it, she said "lay down here." He did, with his feet hanging over the end of the bed. He was still watching her.
"Let's see if I'm ready yet." She moistened one finger by licking and sucking on it. Watching Richard, she moved that finger down in front of her body until she reached her pussy. Using the other hand to spread her lips apart, she slid the finger in deep.
Her eyes snapped shut, her head jerked back, knees turned in, thighs locked together, and she gasped. Leaving her finger in place without moving it, she took several long, shuddering breaths. When her voice came back, she said "Steaming hot, soaking wet, very sensitive. I think I'm ready."
"Okay, spread your legs a bit. Arms straight out to the sides. Keep them there. Remember, don't move, don't touch." Richard complied.
Brenda climbed up on the bed, then straddled his chest, facing his crotch. "Remember, no touching no moving." She leaned over until she was resting on her knees and elbows. Her cunt was only inches from Richard's face, lips engorged, glowing pink and shiny, open and letting him see everything. Her tiny clit was swollen and red-looking, her inner lips spread slightly. He could see inside her, and he watched her vaginal muscles rhythmically contract and open. He couldn't help himself. He blew on her pussy, very lightly.
Her thighs clenched and she whimpered. "Richard, don't, or I'll cum. And if I cum first, I won't let you cum. So stop it."
"Okay. Just remember, I'm almost there. It won't take much for me to explode now."
Brenda licked the head of his cock, moistening it. His entire body jumped at the contact. She sucked as much of his cock as would fit into her mouth, then began a slow pumping action, bobbing her head up and down. Richard whimpered, it felt so good. He got that familiar feeling inside, knowing it would only be seconds before he came.
"God, I'm close."
It built quickly, with that steady suction on his cock, and the sight and smell of her pussy in his face driving him up fast. Suddenly, with little warning, he was there.
"Oh god. I'm there. I'm gonna cum. God, yes! AAAAUUGGGGGGG!!!!" Richard screamed, emptying his lungs. Sucking in more air, all he could do was sob and gasp.
Just when he was about to squirt, when he thought she'd pull off and watch him cum, she swallowed him, right to the balls. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't pull back. He lost control. His hips started jerking up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her throat, pushing deep for every pulse, each squirt of juice. She kept her mouth and throat open, swallowing repeatedly, taking in everything, milking his cock of every drop.
He was still pumping deep in her throat when Brenda heard the door open. Two worried-looking faces peered in, Vicky and Caitlin, both naked. Brenda lifted the corners of her lips in a bit of a smile, pulled back a bit so she could breath again, and winked at them. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking hard, head bobbing up and down.
When they opened the door, the first thing that hit them was a wave of damp heat. Peering around the door, they saw Richard spread-eagled on the bed, hips thrusting, his entire body writhing with the sensations. Brenda was sprawled face-down on top of him with his cock buried in her throat, pumping in and out like crazy. Both were dripping with sweat, and Brenda's stockings were soaked through in places. It was a scene of utter depravity. They backed out and shut the door, realizing that nobody was actually dying. Looking at each other for a few seconds, they both smiled and ran for Caitlin's bedroom.
Brenda waited for Richard to recover somewhat, still nursing on his cock. His hips finally slowed, then stopped, his body quit shaking, and his breathing became more even, changing to deep regular breaths rather than pants and gasps. She knew he was back when she heard him moan "Oh God".
Her turn. Sliding backwards, she jammed her twat against his face, covering his mouth and chin. "Do me! Eat me! Lick my pussy! Don't stop until I say so!" She started to grind her hips, sliding her pussy around on his face. She was hot, too, and needed to get off badly, wanting his attentions, unable to wait for him to fully recover.
Richard wasn't quite back into the real world. He heard Brenda, but what she said hadn't registered. He did understand that the crotch being mashed into his face needed some attention.
Richard stuck out his tongue and licked, starting from her mound, and continuing all the way back to her puckered rear hole. Brenda shivered, talking fast and high. "Oh! Oh! Yessssss! Do it! Make me cum! Pleeeeeaaaaase!" On the third lick, her body bucked, tensing all over. He could feel her muscles contracting in waves. The next lick pushed her over. She grabbed his hips, burying her face in his stomach, and screamed. He kept licking her right through her orgasm, slowing as she came down. Her voice was high, squeaky and faint, but could still be heard. "Oh! Oh my! Oh! Oh yes. Don't you dare stop!"
He grinned when he heard that. He was back in control of himself. If she wanted to get off big time, he'd do his part.
Paying much more attention, he picked up the pace again. Still licking in long strokes, he started making little detours, around her clit, up and over her pussy lips, then dipping into her hole for a taste of her secretions. She was sopping wet, and he lapped up everything his tongue could reach.
Pausing for a second, he darted his tongue in and out of her hole really fast, getting another gasp from her, then sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Sticking his tongue out between them, he flicked at her clit with its tip. When he felt her gasping for air, he moistened one finger and slid it into her twat to the second knuckle. He felt her vagina spasm and grab his finger, then slowly relax. She was breathing hard. He began to finger fuck her, setting up a fast, hard pace, smacking her ass lightly with his palm each time his finger went in.
Letting her pussy lips slide out of his mouth, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, licking at it's tip. Still only a tiny nub, it didn't come out far. He kept this up, alternating sucking her clit with running his tongue around it and up and down her slot.
When she came again, sobbing and crying into his stomach, he never slowed down. He kept at it, continuing to slide his finger in and out even when her twat tried to grab it and pull it inside.
Richard didn't know how long she could keep that up. Hell, he didn't know how long HE could keep it up. His tongue was starting to get tired and his arm was a little sore. But he wasn't about to stop. Despite his recent mind-numbing orgasm, he was getting hard again.
"Ooooo yes please again! Make me come again! Please! Yes! I'm gonna.. I'm gonna .. I'm cumming! Aaiiiiii!"
Richard gasped in surprise. She'd seen his erection somehow, and stuffed it into her mouth. Pushing her front up with her hands, leaving her pussy attached to his face, she began to bob her head up and down on his prick. Sucking hard, she was determined to get every last squirt out of him before she collapsed, no matter how often he made her come. She couldn't deep-throat him from that angle, but that didn't matter right then.
Feeling that, he sensed what she was trying to do. Having just emptied his balls, he knew he could outlast her easily. His pace slowed, bringing her to the edge but not letting her go over. He'd give her a few more orgasms before he was ready, but spaced out, giving her some time to recover in between.
That was a learning experience for him too. He was learning how she reacted, where she was most sensitive, and the signals she gave off just before cumming and as she was cumming. He wanted to push her over the edge at the same time he was ready to blow.
During that time, the door opened again, just a little. Two sets of eyes peered in. Richard never noticed. Brenda noticed, but didn't care. She came twice more before Richard felt he couldn't hold out any longer. The first time, she slipped over before he realized what was happening. The second time, he did it on purpose, to see how much it would take to drive her over. Not much, at that point.
Feeling his insides ready to pop again, he pushed Brenda right to the edge, his tired tongue and lips savaging her raw and swollen clit, his arm leaden and painful, but still pumping fast. Her clit was sore, her pussy was sore, her arms hurt, her neck ached, her lips felt chapped, but she knew she needed one more big one, and sensed he was getting close too.
He felt himself letting loose, so he sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it, rubbing it hard, pushing her into a final mind-numbing orgasm. It shot through her, locking up her body, all except for her head, which was still bobbing up and down on his cock. She screamed onto his prick when her release hit, washing over her body, wracking her with spasms. She stopped screaming and started swallowing when he filled her mouth with his cream.
She kept cumming, bobbing her head, sucking the juice out of him and swallowing it all. Finally, after she had vacuumed out every drop of liquid, she collapsed, pulling her sore little pussy away from his face, still shuddering and moaning, her orgasm just ending.
Neither one heard the door shut, or the feet run down the hallway.
Vicky and Caitlin had been watching their siblings for a while, playing in each other's pussy's. Both had climaxed once while watching the other two, and both were close to another. When the show was over, Caitlin closed the door as quietly as she could, and both ran back to her bedroom. Vicky left their door open a little (on purpose). They climbed back onto the bed, into a sixty-nine position, and began to ravage one another. Watching one's brother and the other's sister go at it for that long and at that intensity had really fired up those girls. Dinner was only a couple of hours away. To them, it hardly felt like enough time to finish what they had started.
Brenda and Richard never moved for about half an hour, slowly recovering, getting their breath back, letting some life flow into tired muscles. Both were still sweating profusely from the heat in the room, but neither had the strength to get up.
Finally, Brenda opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Richard's crotch, his cock limp and lifeless, with a couple of drops of cum on his belly. She licked one up. "Yech."
Richard groaned. "What?"
"Oh, nothin'. It just doesn't taste the same."
After a couple of minutes. "What doesn't taste the same?"
Another pause. "Your semen."
A shorter pause. "It doesn't? From when?"
Just a deep breath. "From when we just finished, and you came in my mouth."
Again a deep breath. "What's different?"
Several deep breaths. "Almost every time I tasted it, it tasted pretty icky, sort-of sour and a bit bitter. Not too good. Just now, I tasted a leftover drip from your last cum and it tasted pretty bad too."
"But, last time you came in my mouth, when I was cumming and all worked up, it tasted wonderful, perfect. It's kinda hard to explain. I knew you were squirting in my mouth, but I didn't care. It was delicious. I couldn't get enough. I kept sucking 'til there wasn't any more, but I wanted more. Weird, huh?"
"I'll believe you. I guess when you're hot and bothered, and really want it, you don't notice the taste. Anyway, I think we should get mobile. I don't know about you, but just lying here sweating is draining me. A nice long shower would do wonders. You interested?"
"You go ahead. I'll be down soon. Leave the door unlocked and I'll come in."
"Okay." Richard put on his robe and went out into the hallway. Noticing Caitlin's door was open, he went over and peeked in.
Caitlin and Vicky were both resting up, in between bouts, eyes closed, breathing deeply and steadily. Vicky was lying on her back, head on Caitlin's arm, arms and legs splayed. Caitlin was on her side, lying partly over top of Vicky, shielding her from view. One leg was draped over Vicky's thigh, lying between her legs. One arm was pillowing Vicky's head, the other was caught between them, fondling one of Vicky's breasts.
Richard had an excellent south/back view of his naked sister (this wasn't nude, this was nekkid) from just to the left of the foot of her bed. She had a perfect ass and a very nice looking pussy, without much hair to get in the way. His balls started twitching, even though he would have sworn he couldn't cum again for a week. After taking a good long look, he pulled himself away from the door with an effort and headed downstairs for a shower. He never noticed Brenda watching him through their partly open doorway.
When Richard went downstairs, Brenda got busy. She was walking slowly and a bit awkwardly. Her pussy was sore, her clit was swollen, tender, and a bit painful, and every muscle in her body seemed tired and limp. She felt wonderful.
She turned down the heat and opened the window to air out the room. The top covers of the bed were pulled off and left in a pile on the floor. They'd been soaked through with sweat and were damp. Walking into the bathroom, still quite naked, she grabbed a towel and started wiping the sweat off her body. From the bathroom she walked straight into Caitlin's room and plopped her bottom on the bed. Both girls rolled over and looked at her, Caitlin too tired to be shy or bashful, Vicky unconcerned. Brenda still blushed a little when Caitlin ran her eyes all over her body.
"Well? Did you two enjoy the show? You watched us long enough."
Caitlin blushed. "God, I can't believe I let Vicky talk me into doing that! It's sinful, it's immoral, it's totally wrong, hell, it's even impolite!"
"Did it get you hot?"
"Did it ever! I'm getting creamy again just thinking about it! Ahhh, yesss!!!"
Caitlin closed her eyes, lowered her head to the bed, and raised one leg. Somehow, Vicky had managed to get her hand between Caitlin's legs and was pumping a finger in and out of her pussy.
"Ooooh, yes I know you're watching we shouldn't be doing this but it feels so good I can't stop. Please Vicky, no more right now. Please. I need some rest first."
Vicky pulled her hand away, and Caitlin melted back down onto the bed.
"I know I like to watch and Vicky likes to watch. It sure looks like you got hot watching too, Caitlin. I'd take bets on Richard liking to watch, since he took a real long look in here a minute ago."
Caitlin's hand automatically started pulling up the sheets to try and cover herself. Brenda's hand stopped her.
"Relax. He's already seen everything you've got."
"But he's not supposed to see me. He's my brother!"
Vicky cut in. "And she's my sister. That didn't stop us from watchin', did it? And it got you really hot."
"Well, be careful. He got a bit strange when I peeked in on you two a while ago."
"When was that?" from Caitlin
"When I said it's our turn for the shower. I guess you were kinda busy at the time, and, well, never noticed."
"Yes she did. I was here. I heard her."
"Yep. I did. So be careful if you're peeking. Richard might freak. I gotta go, Richard's started the shower. I'm not gonna miss out again!"
"Brenda, what the hell did you do to my brother, anyway. He sounded like he was dying!"
"Well, it's like this. I got him really, really worked up, and then when he was ready, I surprised him. That's all. I think he liked it."
"If you're gonna surprise him like that again, warn us first, okay?"
"Anytime I got him alone, I might surprise him. You're warned. I gotta run now! Bye!" Brenda left the door open a crack on her way out. Vicky wouldn't let Caitlin up to close it, either.
Richard spent some time downstairs, puttering around, waiting for Brenda. He grabbed several fresh towels (need to do laundry), a fresh bar of soap (need more too) and checked the hair supplies (would soon need more shampoo and conditioner).
Finally, tired of waiting, he started the shower and stepped in. The hot water felt really good on his tired body, steaming away the sweat, massaging his skin, warming his overworked muscles. He was still standing there, leaning against the wall, letting the water wash over him, when Brenda slipped in.
Moving under the spray, she wet down her hair and rinsed her face and neck. That done, she leaned back against Richard, positioning herself so his cock ran down the crack of her bottom. It felt right.
Putting his arms around her, he gave her a hug, leaving his arms crossed on her stomach. She pulled his hands up and placed them on her breasts. They automatically started to squeeze and fondle, playing with her nipples. Brenda rubbed her ass up and down his cock a couple of times.
"God, Brenda, don't you ever get enough?"
"I've had plenty. This just feels soooo good. My titties feel lonely 'cause you didn't play with them much today. Just keep doing it." Her bottom started sliding up and down the length of his cock again. A little while later it took notice of what was happening, and Richard started to get hard.
"Enough, you little minx. We'd better finish showering or we'll be out of hot water again." She moaned her displeasure at him as he pushed her up straight.
They did everything to each other. Washed each other's hair (Richard had to sit down for Vicky to reach properly), soaped each other up, rinsed each other off, then towelled each other dry.
Vicky wrapped herself in one of the smaller towels. It covered her from her nipples to just below the crotch, and barely reached all the way around. She tucked it in below her left arm. That left a shifting slit up her left side from her hip to her breast.
She also wrapped Richard up in a towel, saying his robe was too smelly and sweaty to put back on. In the kitchen, she grabbed herself a glass of juice and sat down. The towel almost fell open, of course. The front sat puddled in her lap, barely concealing her pubescent snatch, while the back of the towel fell against the chair, revealing a broad expanse of skin from her thigh right up to just below her breast.
"Y'know, you're a bigger tease than either of our sisters."
She grabbed him by the towel and pulled. Rather than risk losing it, he let her pull him in.
"C'mere. Kiss me." He did. Half way through he jumped and yelped, but Brenda wouldn't let go of their kiss. She had grabbed his balls and started fondling them.
Finally getting away from her clutches, he looked at her with a lecherous grin on his face. "You just don't give up, do you?"
"Nope. And the sooner you learn that, the happier we'll be. Now go change. I'll be up in a while."
When Richard got to the top of the stairs, it was quiet. Caitlin's door was still open a bit. Despite trying to fight against the urge, he ended up tiptoeing over and looking through into his sister's bedroom anyway. He knew better, he knew it was wrong, but right then, he couldn't help himself.
The two girls were in almost the same position he saw them in before. Caitlin had moved down on the bed a bit and was resting her head on Vicky's shoulder. He could see Vicky's face, and her pussy. Both girls seemed to be asleep, breathing slowly and steadily. Richard froze, then stepped back from the door as Caitlin shifted a bit. Her right leg moved a little lower on Vicky's thigh, and her left leg moved farther left, exposing even more of her virgin snatch to Richard. Her right hand moved down to Vicky's naked pussy, cupping it, hiding it from his sight - not doing anything, just looking like it belonged there.
When neither girl moved again, Richard stepped forward to take another good look. His cock was filling out again, staring at those two illicit bodies, the danger and immorality of what he was doing adding to the thrill. After he stared for a few more minutes, trying to memorize every curve, nook, and fold of Caitlin's ass and crotch, he turned and walked into his room to change.
"Okay, Caitlin, he's gone now," whispered Vicky.
"Yep. He got a real good look at us, too."
"God, I feel so embarrassed! I showed off everything to my brother!"
"Yep. I betcha you'll do it some more, too."
"Oh god, child, what are you doing to me? I feel so depraved!"
"It's a thrill, isn't it?"
"Yes! And you're gonna make me do it again, aren't you."
"Uh huh. Over and over and over."
"God, I'm blushing again! I don't know what you're doing to me, but I'm not the same person I was three days ago. You're corrupting me!"
"Yeah. Don't it feel good though? Now shush, don't move. I think I hear footsteps."
Several minutes later, Vicky spoke in a very quiet whisper "He's baaaaack."
Richard was just finishing up dressing when Brenda came in.
She dropped her towel and dragged him down for a long, passionate kiss.
"Mmmm. You taste good after you shower. Need help gettin' dinner ready?"
"Probably not. Why?"
"I'm gonna go visit Vicky and Caitlin. Call if you need me."
"I think they're asleep. I haven't heard anything from them since I came upstairs."
"That's okay. I'll wake 'em up."
Richard went out the door, intending to go straight downstairs. Somehow, he just couldn't resist another peek. The two of them were in the same position, giving Richard lots to look at. He stared for a another minute or two, still not quite believing how beautiful his sister looked. Then he went downstairs.
Brenda got dressed quickly, then waited a minute just to be safe. She opened the door and, not spotting Richard, went straight into Caitlin's room. Seeing them lying on the bed, almost completely exposed, was a small thrill in itself. They really did look like they were sleeping.
In a loud whisper, Brenda said "Okay you two, you can knock it off now. He's downstairs making supper."
Caitlin and Vicky rolled over, Vicky behind Caitlin, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her on the neck.
"If he saw what I just did, he got a real eyeful. Well, did he?"
Vicky grinned. "Twice."
Caitlin blushed furiously. "This is really embarrassing. I don't think I can look at him now without blushing."
Vicky whispered in her ear. "Just remember what he looked like, lying there, sweat pouring off him, his cock buried in my sister's throat. That'll settle you down. You'll be too hot to be embarrassed."
"I hope so. Though I'll probably be hot and embarrassed."
Dinner was a bit subdued. Richard and Brenda were both tired out, as were Caitlin and Vicky. Most of the conversation took place between Mary and Will. Caitlin kept blushing at the strangest times.
Everyone enjoyed the steaks, salads, baked potatoes and rolls. When dinner was done, they all retired to the living room, the adults (and Caitlin) sipping on beer, and the girls drinking sodas.
The rules they finally agreed to were simple.
- Nobody outside of that room was to know about either relationship.
- No making out anywhere where they could be found out.
- Nothing was not to interfere with anyone's schoolwork or homework.
- All three girls were to maintain a normal social life away from home.
- The girls current curfews were to be strictly maintained, unless over at Richard's, and they were to sleep alone on school nights.
- Proper privacy codes were to be maintained in both houses, IE no barging in without knocking or being invited.
If anything else came up, they would have another meeting to discuss it.
Everyone was tired, except Mary and Will, so they closed down early. Vicky had a long, whispered conversation with Caitlin, during which both blushed several times. Finally their guests went home, leaving Richard and Caitlin alone. They stayed in the living room, staring out the window at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for the longest time.
"Rich, do you think what we're doing is wrong?"
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"I don't think I had much choice, wrong or not. I'm in love with Brenda, and she made me realize it. I don't know if what Brenda feels is love or not, but she and her mother both think it is. I'm now hers for as long as she wants me."
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"I don't know what it is between me and Vicky. There is a spark, but it's not love. Maybe we both just need someone really really bad. I don't think I'm hurting her or corrupting her, because she's the one taking the lead. It's been her pushing me up until now. I feel a bit confused."
"You're going to have some time alone now to think this through, with Vicky being grounded. You'll have to decide for yourself whether or not to continue. I certainly can't preach to you on moral grounds."
"I know. I'll have to make up my mind about what I want to do now. First Angie, now this. My life has become complicated."
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"Caitlin, Brenda did something that surprised me today."
She blushed a bright red, glad the room was dark and Richard was looking out the window. She wondered if he was referring to the same 'surprise' Brenda had mentioned.
"What did she do?"
"She looked into your room while you two were, uh, well, busy."
"You mean she watched us while we were having sex."
By then they were both blushing.
"Well, yes. It was a bit shocking, and very embarrassing. I made her give me a promise. I couldn't get her to promise not to look anymore, but she did promise that if either of you told her to get out and stay out, she would. Now I want you to tell her that." He was feeling more than a little guilty about bringing the subject up, especially after the thrill he'd experienced staring at them doing nothing. He knew it wasn't right, and was determined to stop Brenda from spying on them. And, said a small part of his mind, to stop himself as well.
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"I can't promise I'll do that, Rich. Not right now. Not until I decide whether I stay with Vicky. If we separate, I'll tell her. If we stay together, well ..."
"If we stay together, it will be Vicky's choice to keep Brenda out, not mine."
"Caitlin, you're an adult. Vicky is eleven years old. What do you mean it will be her choice?"
"Rich, from what I gather, Brenda is still a virgin. She's learned a lot from watching her parents, but until now has never experienced real sex."
"Yes. And how did you know about her watching her parents?"
"Vicky told me. They don't keep secrets. Vicky's been watching too. My point is that as far as the bedroom goes, you two are equals, but you, Rich, control things because you're older and more experienced. If Brenda is doing something she wants to, you let her, but you still have control."
"That about covers it. Have you three been talking behind my back?"
"Not much, just enough to give me the clues I needed. It's not the same with me and Vicky. I'm the beginner, the freshman, needing to be led by the hand. Vicky is far more experienced, and is in charge of what we do in the bedroom. It's her choice. If we carry on, she will have control, and that frightens me."
"Caitlin, she's eleven years old. How much experience can she have?"
"Richard, Vicky has already lost two lovers, both girls who she cared for. The last one was two months ago, and it left her with a big hole in her heart. She's had most of a year of constant caring and attention from one or the other of them, and then nothing for two months. She is only eleven years old, but how many of your college friends can claim to have had this much pain?"
"This ... I had no idea. It happened right under my nose and I didn't see anything. I thought she was a sweet, innocent kid."
"She still is in most ways. And don't feel guilty about not knowing. She managed to hide it from her parents and her sister too. Even though she tells me they don't keep secrets."
They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing.
"I guess that's part of the reason you're having such a hard time deciding. It still doesn't tell me why you let Vicky take control."
"Richard, I didn't *let* Vicky have control. She took it away from me, right from the beginning, minutes after I walked into their place. She decided she wanted me, and she took me. I guess it's a personality thing. That girl is much more certain of herself than I am. She's more daring, more experienced and more knowledgeable. It's scary."
"Caitlin, you make it sound like Vicky's going to take over your life, like she could make you do anything."
"No, it's not like that. I'm still me, and I decide what I do and what's right for me. Vicky controls us, together, what we do and don't do. That's part of why it's so thrilling to be with her. I'm not in control."
"You'd better be careful then. Those two little vixens are pretty wild. No telling what they're capable of."
"You don't have to tell me. I already know."
They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing. Eventually one, then the other, went to bed.
It was Wednesday morning. Richard woke up, bright and early, stretched, and went to the washroom.
Brenda had been over the night before, but they'd simply sat together on the couch, lights out, sometimes talking, watching the sun set and the stars come out. They shared two colas and, later, a glass of wine. By the end of the evening, he was getting used to her body leaning against his, the feel of her waist and shoulders, her warmth, the sound of her voice, and the faint yet distinctive smell of her. It had been difficult to send her home.
With his usual morning hard-on tenting out the front of his shorts, he decided to put on his robe. Stepping into the hall, he heard the toilet flush and decided to wait rather than go downstairs.
Caitlin came out a few seconds later, shocking Richard. He could only stand there and stare, jaw flapping but with no words coming out. She was wearing a very revealing, semi-transparent negligee. It looked wonderful on her gorgeous body.
Reaching up and pulling his head down, she pressed her body into his, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then headed off to her bedroom.
"Mornin' Rich." She closed her door before he could react. There were tingles in his chest where her nipples had pushed in.
He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and went into the bathroom. 'No, I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to this.'
It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.
A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to make certain he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. She did, closing the door behind her. At least that time she was wearing a nightshirt, he was glad to see, short and revealing though it was. She walked over and sat on the bed. He could see that she had been crying.
"I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was horrible!"
She started crying again, quietly yet painfully. Richard sat up and gathered her in his arms, just like he had many times before when he still lived with their parents. It was him she came to back then, with her tears and nightmares, rather than their Mom and Dad, because he understood her fears and her pain. Of course, she was seventeen now, rather than eleven. There was a definite difference in the body he was holding.
"Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone."
He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep.
"Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin."
"No, please, I don't want the nightmare to come back."
What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then lay back with his head on his pillow. He opened his arms to her, and she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach. Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took him a lot longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so recently.
She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned with her back to him. Mind hazy with sleep, he rolled into her and nuzzled the back of her neck. Without conscious thought, his arm curled over his sister's waist, hugging her closer to him. His hand found one of her breasts and he cupped it with his palm. He drifted back into unconsciousness.
He woke again when Caitlin started to stir. Finally properly awake, he realized the position he was in, spooned up behind his sister. Becoming quite embarrassed by the intimate nature of his embrace, he immediately rolled away. The arm around the waist wasn't so bad. It was the hand holding her breast, his lips almost kissing the back of her neck, and his usual morning hard-on tenting his shorts and pressing into the crack of Caitlin's ass that made his face glow.
Expecting her to be upset at those intimate contacts, he was totally unprepared for what came next. Instead of jumping from the bed and leaving his room, she rolled over, sliding into the crook of his arm. Resting her head on the flat of his shoulder just beside his neck, she stretched out full length beside him, one arm wrapped around his torso in a loose hug.
It took him totally by surprise. If it wasn't his sister, and if he hadn't committed to Brenda, that would have been heaven. He was feeling trapped and helpless, enjoying the feel of her body, her warm breath on his neck, her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his chest and side, and ... 'Oh god' he thought. Her night dress had ridden high while she slept and her naked lower belly and crotch were pressed into his thigh. She wasn't wearing panties - he could tell, because her thatch of pussy hair was tickling him.
"Caaaty. Oh, Caaaatyyyyy. Time to get up now."
"Mmmnn ... no ... tired ... "
Sighing, he resigned himself to this fate. Guiltily, he realized he liked the feel of his sister's body pressed up against him just as much as he enjoyed Brenda's. It was so much illicit pleasure for both, one being a barely pubescent thirteen, offering herself completely, body and soul to him, the other being his fully-formed nearly-adult sister, untouchable, yet sending incestuous thoughts and feelings through his body.
Very much aware of her body beside him, he could feel each breath she took, both from the rise and fall of her bosom, and from the warmth of her breath on his neck and chest. It wasn't long before he sensed she'd fallen back to sleep. He just lay there, enjoying the touch and intimacy, knowing he shouldn't let it happen. After a while, without really thinking about it, he began to caress his sister, her hair, shoulder, arm, waist, and naked lower back, whatever his trapped arm could reach.
As time passed, he became lost in his own little imaginary world. It was with difficulty that he came back to reality when Caitlin began to stir again.
"Mmmmm, feels good."
He noticed his hand was caressing her, seemingly detached from the rest of him, but definitely sending back the feel of her body. His member was still hard at attention, and jerked a little when she kissed him lightly on the neck. She seemed to be enjoying his attentions.
"Thanks, Rich. That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages. But I guess it's time to get up. I'm hungry."
With that, she threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. He caught glimpses of her naked pussy, hips, and ass as she rolled out of bed and stood up, letting her night dress fall and cover her nudity. It would have been difficult for her to miss his raging hard-on pushing up the front of his boxers and the covers, yet she never said anything - she just padded out the door in her bare feet.
He listened to her footsteps head along the hall and down the stairs. Looking at her without blushing would be difficult, he knew, especially with her still wearing the same flimsy garment.
"No, I'm never gonna get used to this."
He jacked off quickly to a hard and shuddering climax, remembering the feel of her body against his.
That evening, returning from his part-time job, he found his sister seated on the couch staring out the window. The TV was on, barely audible, and was being completely ignored. She was wearing a light silk blouse with no bra, and a full, loose skirt. With her sitting cross-legged, he could picture exactly what was on display under her skirt. There was little imagination needed to see what was under her blouse.
They exchanged greetings and small talk for a while before Richard noticed how distant her mind really was. She was still staring out the window.
"Caitlin, what's wrong?"
She sighed and took a few deep breaths before answering.
"I need Vicky."
"Does this mean you've made up your mind?"
"Any reasons for this decision? Anything you'd like to share with your big brother? Like why?"
"No. I just need her. For now, for a while, that's all I know. I'm so lonely. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here for me, Rich."
It was always difficult for him to express his feelings for his sister. He had to be careful in what he said, with her in such a vulnerable state.
"Caitlin, you know I've always been there for you, and I always will be. You're my sister, and I love you." There it was, carefully worded so she could accept it however she wanted. He leaned over the back of the couch and gave her a hug from behind, also giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek. He liked the feel of her body, especially when she reached up behind her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. She apparently liked it too, because it was a while before she let him go.
"I think I'll go next door for a while. Will you be okay on your own?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She was honoring the terms of Vicky's grounding to the letter. Not being invited directly by Mary or Will, she was staying away.
A few hours later he was back. She'd made dinner, eaten hers, left his to warm in the oven, and was back on the couch staring out the window. Sensing her mood, he brought his dinner and two beers out to the living room and sat beside her on the couch to eat. He ate and she drank quietly. It wasn't until he was finished and they were both working on their third beer that he gave her the news.
"We're going out for dinner tomorrow."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"The four of us."
"You, me, Brenda, and Vicky. They'll be spending the weekend here."
She was all over him in an instant, knees straddling his thighs, planting a big wet kiss on his mouth, then hugging him close. He hugged back, accepting her actions as normal sisterly gratitude.
"Rich, you're the best big brother in the whole world."
He held onto her until he felt an un-brotherly bulge growing in his pants. She was slowly rocking back and forth while holding him. It was impossible for him to ignore the feel of her hardening nipples and the heat from her groin on his lap. She let go reluctantly when he disengaged and moved her back to the corner of the couch.
It was Friday, late afternoon, and the four of them were trying to decide where to go for dinner.
His suggestions, one for a fine italian restaurant, and one for a cozy little greek place famous for it's squid, were met with enthusiastic cat-calls - "Boo! Hiss!" "Yech! No way!" "Uh Uh. Nope" "Maybe next time."
They ended up going someplace he'd only heard about and never been to. It was a kid's pizza parlor, with games, play areas, amusements, an animated animal band, and hordes of kids screaming and laughing and running all over the place. It was not the type of romantic dinner he'd been thinking about. He felt more like a father treating his three kids to a day at the fair. Three kids? Yep. Caitlin was in there with the best of 'em, keeping up with both Brenda and Vicky. At least the pizza was above average, definitely better than he thought it would be.
Later that evening, they sat in his living room. Vicky and Caitlin were curled up together in the easy chair sharing a beer (Caitlin talked Richard into letting Vicky have some), and Brenda was curled up in Richard's lap on the couch, sharing some wine. It wasn't long before the two girls went upstairs. Richard thought he'd better tell his, uh, fiancee? what went on with his sister the other night, before she found out some other way.
He explained what happened and then, with her prodding, actually let her know about everything he was feeling about it too, the illicit desire he had, the mixed emotions, the conflict between seeing her beautiful body and knowing it was his sister, and knowing he was committed to Brenda. She took it all in with simple nods and uh-huhs, never looking or acting shocked or surprised, and not condemning him in the least.
When all the talking was over, they sat there for a few minutes, wrapped in each other's arms.
"I love you, Richard."
"I love you too, Brenda"
"It's time for me to go have a serious talk with our sisters. I'll be back down later."
She climbed off his lap and trotted up the stairs. He stared at her gorgeous, tight, not-so-little-girl ass as she went.
An hour later, nervous as hell, he had to go see what was going on. Opening Caitlin's door, he poked his head through. What he saw made him blush. All three were sitting cross-legged on the bed, in a circle, heads bent together. Brenda was fully clothed and the other two were completely naked. His sister blushed, but made no move to cover herself. Vicky seemed oblivious to her state of dress.
"Scram. This is girl talk."
He shut the door quickly and went back downstairs. It was another half-hour and two glasses of wine later when Brenda came back down stairs. She appropriated his newly-filled wineglass and sat on the couch, leaning against him. His arm automatically reached around to hold her.
Several sips of wine later she spoke.
"Did you know Caitlin's been having nightmares?"
"She mentioned having them the night she came to my room."
"No. She's been having nightmares every night since that scene with Angie's father, except when she was with you or Vicky."
"Yes. You wouldn't believe how tired she is. Did you know that you're the only person she has left that she feels close to? That can understand her?"
"What about our mother and father? And our sister?"
"Do they know anything about what's been happening to her? No. Who's been there for her at night all her life? You have. You took her in, no questions asked when she needed you. You didn't judge her when she told you about Angie. You're not upset with her now because of Vicky. Is there anybody else, except maybe Angie, who could accept what she's done without blame or pity?"
It was difficult for him to imagine her speaking about this to anyone, especially their parents, remembering what happened after their sister was raped. It had been ugly.
"No, I can't think of anyone, especially our relatives. But what about Vicky?"
"Those two need each other right now, but it's not the same thing. They've known each other for a week. She's known you all her life. You're the only really stable thing she has. If you pushed her away, it would be terrible for her."
"What do you think I should do?"
"Comfort her when she comes to you. Accept what she offers. Don't feel guilty, because she needs your comfort and affection. Don't make her feel guilty about asking for it, either. She knows that I'm yours and you're mine, and she can't get between us unless you let her. I have enough faith in you that you won't let it happen, even though she is a gorgeous lady."
"Brenda, you know if something happened, it would change the way things are around here."
"You mean they haven't changed a lot in the last week?" She laughed at that, a nice clear little-girl laugh. It lightened the mood and his heart.
"Aren't you going to be jealous?"
"Of course. I already am jealous. But think about what it would be like for Vicky and Caitlin if you forced her away from here. I wouldn't want that to happen. Besides, your sister will get better with enough love and attention. And Vicky plans on providing lots of both. But she can't be over here all the time or most nights. That's when your sister will need you."
"If that's the way you want it to be, I'll go along with it. I do love my sister, but I love you too, and don't want to hurt either of you. There's no way for me to stop feeling guilty, because I would feel like I'm cheating on you, even if it's only a warm kiss with my sister."
"Just as long as you don't let her know you feel guilty about it. She feels bad enough already, even though I told her it would be okay. So, like I said, comfort her when she comes to you and accept what she offers. I've given her limits and she's accepted them."
"Do I get to know what they are?"
"Nope. You'll just have to tell me all about everything that happens, so I know if she steps over the line."
"Hey, waitaminit. Is that feeding into your voyeurism?"
"Voyeurism. Peeking. What you do to your mom and dad and our sisters."
"Could be. I'll never tell. Besides, they both know I'll worm every detail out of you anyway. So they'll both be careful."
Finishing off the wine and putting the glass on the table, she turned and straddled his thighs, her crotch on his lap, and began hugging and kissing him, rocking back and forth, rubbing her pantied pussy against the erection forming in his pants.
After a few minutes of that attack on his person, he broke off for some air.
"Mffph. Now what are you after?"
A couple of quick kisses later, still rocking on his now-hard cock, she answered.
"I do have one more teeeeensy little problem I need your help with."
"We-el, it's something only you can help me with, and I think we should be upstairs in bed. Here would be okay too, but it might not be as comfortable."
"Let me guess. You're horny as hell and you want me to do you again?" He was smiling a big shit-eating grin as he said that.
"Not quite. You see, even after going to bed with you all those times, I still seem to be sort-of, well, I guess you could say, maybe, like, uh, a ... virgin?"
He became serious, looking into her eyes, trying to see the answers he was looking for.
"Are you ready for this? You know it only ever happens once, so you have to be sure."
She became serious, and looked him back in the eye.
"Richard, you are the man for me, the man I'm gonna marry, the man I love. You are the only person I would ever give this gift to." A big grin stole over her face. "Besides, how else can we really start fucking?"
His mouth moved up into a half-smile. "Brenda! Such language for a young lady! I'm ... I'm shocked!" A full smile took over. "But I guess if you're really sure, we should go upstairs and, um, fuck."
"All right, let's do this properly. Grab the rest of the wine and a couple of glasses, I'll get some towels and stuff and meet you in my bedroom."
Brenda was already there when Richard arrived, stripped and under the covers, the wine and glasses placed on the nightstand.
"My, aren't we the eager beaver. A body would think you were anxious or something."
She just smiled her cute, innocent, little-girl smile at him. "Who, me?"
Seeing him put a tube of something on the nightstand, she asked what it was.
"It's K-Y jelly. It's a lubricant. I think we should use some this first time because you are a virgin and you will be very tight. It might mean less discomfort for you."
"Have you ever, uh, done a virgin before?"
"Once, when I was much younger. It was messy, painful, and very unsatisfying for both of us. I think I've learned a lot since then."
"Will it hurt much?"
"If we do it right, not much, and not for long. You'll feel it, but might not care about the pain."
"How do you know, if you've only ever done one before?"
"Virgins are a rather scarce commodity, usually disappearing between fourteen and eighteen. I normally prefer ladies a little older than that, present company excepted. I learn by reading stories and journals and by listening to guys and girls talking about their first time. Very few of the girls are really happy about how they had their cherries popped. But don't worry. I think this will be memorable, for both of us."
During their talk, he had stripped nude, poured two glasses of wine, and climbed into bed. Fluffing up a pillow, he put it behind him and sat up against the headboard. Pulling her up to sit on his lap with her back to his chest, he handed her one of the glasses of wine and took the other for himself.
"Sip it slowly. Take your time. We've got all night."
He began to gently caress her body, her thighs, the tops of her legs, her belly, and finally her chest and breasts. They were small, probably an 'A' cup, but very firm, with puffy quarter-sized aureoles topped with little-girl nipples, which were getting very hard. Very gently he massaged her breasts, touching and toying with her nipples, playing with them with the tips of his fingers. He was also nuzzling her hair and occasionally kissing her neck and shoulders.
She smelled wonderful, and the feel of her soft skin was like that of fine silk, sensuous and supple. Her naked bottom and back, pressing against his balls and cock, were having the desired effect as well. He was now quite stiff. The two glasses of wine earlier and the one she was drinking now were doing their job, reducing her apprehension and nervousness. She was still a touch scared, but knew she wanted it and was relaxing now that she knew it would happen. It helped knowing Richard was willing to take his time and make it good for her. His touching and kissing also felt really nice.
Getting her to slide down a little and spread her legs out on either side of his, he began to tease her pussy. This had more of an effect on her. Gulping the rest of her wine, she went to grab at his cock. Letting her do this, he put both glasses back on the nightstand. There wasn't much she could do, holding his cock behind her back, but the touch of her hands was nice and cool on his overheated member.
Soon he was more serious about playing with her pussy, running his fingers up and down the outside of her cleft, along the edges of her lips, and down the furrow between pussy and thigh. He alternated between toying with her nipples and massaging her breasts with his other hand. Now she let go of his cock and melted back into him, breathing faster, rubbing her own legs and inner thighs to counterpoint his fingers.
Delving into her slot, he lubricated one, then two, then three fingers with her fluids. They began to slide up and down inside her cleft, sometimes touching her anus, or sliding over her hole, or brushing against her clit. Each of these brought a fresh gasp from her, making her breathe faster, almost to the point of panting. He could feel little shivers and ripples running over her stomach, down her back, and along her legs.
Letting out a long groan of pleasure, she arched her back and twisted around to kiss him hard on the lips, pushing her tongue into her lover's mouth and letting him taste her. Whimpering, she released his mouth and slid a little farther down his lap, arching up her hips and pulling back her knees so her legs pointed out almost sideways to his.
Now her hands were rubbing her inner thighs, just outside her pussy lips, occasionally sliding down to fondle her own ass, grabbing and releasing her cheeks. Sweat was beginning to bead up on her lip, her forehead, her chest. He let the tip of one finger slide into her hole, causing her to gasp and whine, speeding up her hands.
When he pulled his fingers away from her slot, she whined and whimpered. He made her suck and lick every finger clean before he started again. This time he wasn't going to stop until she climaxed, her first for the night.
Her juices were flowing freely. He was startled by how much she produced, considering that she was a thirteen year old virgin. Lubing up the fingers of both hands, he began a slow fuck with the tip of one finger. Placing the middle finger of his other hand into her slot and the adjacent fingers outside on either side, he used them to rub and fondle her lips, clit, and other sensitive spots. It wasn't long before she was gasping for air, rubbing furiously on her inner thighs with both hands, almost touching his hands inside her pussy.
She came then, with a long indrawn breath and a shuddering exhalation. There was very little movement, but he could feel her muscles spasming from her neck to her ass, and could see her thighs and calves tensing and releasing as waves of pleasure washed through her body. It looked to be a long, gentle climax, extended by his continued attention to her hole and her clit. Her hands had stopped and grabbed her ass, pulling her hips up higher and giving him better access to (and a really good look at) her whole cunt.
After several deep breaths followed by long, whiney exhales, she grabbed his hands to stop his movements. She was done, for now.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"I'm glad. Just relax and feel good for a while."
Leaving his finger inside her hole, he removed his other hand and cupped her pussy with the first one. She sighed and relaxed her legs together a little, letting her arms drop to the bed. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her.
Eventually she rolled over and kissed him.
"Is it time yet?"
"Nope. You're gonna do me now."
"But I want you to come inside me!"
"Don't worry. Once I get inside that wonderful pussy of yours, I'll fill you so full it'll come out your ears. Besides, if I tried to do it right now, I'd probably squirt before you were half-way done. My balls need to be drained a bit so I don't cum too soon."
"Okay, if you say so. But if you don't do it right tonight, I'll be mad!"
Brenda laughed at this, hearing him talk like an old married man, like her dad did sometimes when her mom was being bossy.
She did a wonderful job on him, using hands, mouth, tongue and lips, teasing him, tickling and playing with his balls, running up and down his member with her tongue, nibbling with her lips, sometimes sucking him right down her throat, bringing him to the edge several times before finally letting him cum. She pulled off at the last second and watched him erupt all over her tits and belly, sucking him back into her mouth to catch the last dribbles, draining him until he groaned in protest.
Lying down beside him, she used his finger to play in the little puddles and rivulets of semen on her body, sometimes cleaning it with her mouth, sometimes making him clean it with his tongue. When it got cool enough to be noticed, she wiped herself clean with one of the towels.
"Better than when I do it, that's for certain. You sure you haven't had any practice before me?"
"Nope. None. I'm just a fast learner."
"Well, you're already the best at that I've ever had, and you're still learning? God help me when you get to be really good."
"Won't be nobody savin' ya from me, 'cause this thing's all mine!"
She gave it a squeeze and a few strokes for good measure, and got a moan of protest from Richard.
"Is it time yet?"
"Aren't you impatient. We'll get there. First, let's get things arranged."
Standing her up, he put some towels on the bed where she would be lying. Using the K-Y, he greased up his member and put a generous amount on the far corner of one of the towels for later use. After explaining what he was doing to Brenda, she jumped onto the bed, positioning herself carefully on the towels. When Richard when to turn her a little, she resisted, saying it felt right, just where she was. He wasn't about to argue.
Lying down beside her, they kissed, and he began playing with her breasts and nipples again. Excited as she was, it wasn't long before she was hot and breathing hard. Moving down a little he sucked and tongued her breasts, pulling them almost entirely into his mouth and playing with the tips of her nipples, swishing them back and forth. Knowing what would be coming made her so hot, she almost came again right there. That mouth moved down her stomach, slowly licking and nibbling its way, through her belly-button and down to her vulva.
Repositioning himself between her legs, he pressed her knees up and out, giving himself full access to her innermost parts. She tasted good right now, her juices flowing nicely. He used his tongue to push her fluids all over the inside of her slot, from her anus to the top of her mound. Then he used his tongue to tease and tantalize, running the tip up and down inside her, just missing her clit and her hole. Suddenly he plunged it deep inside her, until the tip of his tongue could just touch her hymen, then wiggled it to tickle her there. This made her jump and gasp. Her hips were now thrusting upwards, trying to get him deeper inside
Pulling out just as quickly, he returned attention to her clit, licking his way there, and then all around it without giving her the satisfaction of touching it. When he figured she was nearing her peak, he scooped up a fingerful of K-Y and touched it to her hole. The sudden chill brought another gasp and a deep, full-body shiver. Her hip-thrusting resumed when he started sliding his finger into her hole, lubricating it with the jelly.
When he pulled up to kneel in front of her, she looked up at him.
"Now? You're gonna do it now?"
"Oh god, yes! Do me! Shove it inside, please! I want it NOW! Come on, bust me open! Come ON! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Pulling her knees up beside her chest, she was now completely open to him. Lowering himself to his elbows, he kissed her once, quickly, on the lips. Holding himself on knees and one elbow, he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Just that faint touch sent shivers all through him, and through her. There was no need for any further lubrication, with her juices flowing freely and all the K-Y he used.
He was in heaven. Taking deep, almost gasping breaths, he tried to relax a little so he could take his time and do it right. Pushing slowly but steadily, he began to open her up. Her eyes were open wide, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Her entire world was centered upon her hole, where that huge cock was trying to get in. She could feel it pushing, stretching her, moving things around inside. His thing felt monstrous. For a few seconds she thought it would tear her wide open. But she had to have it inside her now, no matter what!
Grunting and panting, she wiggled her hips to try and help that thing get inside her. Every tiny move and push filled her up more, stretched her farther, until finally the head popped inside. Both gasped at the same time, her from the sudden filling and stretching sensations, him from the unbelievable tightness and the silky smoothness of her vaginal walls. It was fantastic! He wanted to just pound into her, it felt that good. Breathing deeply, he relaxed again. He waited there for a while, watching her face, waiting for her to get used to the incredible feeling of fullness she had.
It was several minutes before she was comfortable again, before the tightness and stretching stopped. It felt huge in there, but didn't hurt. There was an ache, but it was deep inside, the ache of wanting to be completely filled - and she wanted it now! Wiggling her hips and pumping them up and down gave Richard the signal to continue. He pushed in another quarter inch, causing them both to gasp again.
"Oh, oh, that feels so gooood! You're so huge in there! Ohhhh, yes, put some more in, please! Fill me up!"
He was a bit surprised at her vocal display, but not much. He shrugged it off. He certainly wasn't going to stop. What he didn't know was that this was more for their audience's benefit. There were two sets of eyes peering through the doorway, watching intently. Her loud cries when he was just going to start were their signal that it was happening. Following orders, Caitlin had oiled the hinges and handle, tightened all the screws, and practiced opening and closing his door until she could do it with no noise whatsoever. Brenda had positioned herself so the doorway got a three-quarter rear view of their activities, giving them an excellent ring-side seat. Both sets of eyes were wide open, mesmerized by the action in front of them, and both their jaws were open and slack. It was a sight they never believed they'd ever see, the deflowering of a virgin.
A little at a time, he pushed in until he touched her hymen, that small flap of tissue that was so important to a young lady. Stopping and letting her get adjusted every time he pushed, she was opening up nicely and really enjoying this.
"Oh, oh, oh, it feels sooooo gooood in there! No wonder mom does it so much! Ahhhhaiiiiiii, yesssssss!"
Still fighting his urge to just ram it home, he pulled out until the head was just inside, then slid in until the head was touching her hymen again, repeating this for a few minutes. He stopped and left his cock resting against her hymen when it looked like she was about to cum, giving her time to come down a bit. It felt so tight and so silky smooth inside he needed to stop and rest too, or he would blow his nut early, spoiling everything. Maybe one blowjob wasn't enough for this.
When they both calmed down a little, he gave a sudden lunge, surprising her and bursting through her virginity.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"Let me know when you feel better, I'll start moving inside you again. By the way, congratulations. You're not a virgin anymore."
"Ooooo, I bet you say that to all the girls. Come on, start moving, I wanna fuck!"
Moving slowly and carefully, he pulled back a little then moved forward again, pushing a little deeper each time. He saw the little winces of pain on her face, but each time he stopped, she said "No! Don't you dare stop! It feels too good! Give me more! Fill me up!"
He kept at it until he was balls-deep inside her and was bumping up against her cervix with each thrust. He began to lengthen his stroke, concentrating hard on what he was doing, because if he lost his focus, he'd just jam his prick in her a couple of times and blow his wad deep inside. He really, really wanted her to cum first, but the feel of that tight virgin cunt on his cock was so fantastic it was very hard to hold back.
She was in heaven. That was what fucking was all about, that feeling of utter fullness, of being filled over and over again, feeling him open her up, feeling his cock moving back and forth in there, bringing out sensations she never knew existed. There was still a little pain, but it was lost under the overwhelming tide of passion.
Closing her eyes, she just gave in to the pleasure of having him fucking her, pushing up with her hips to meet his every downstroke.
"Yes! Fuck me, ohh, fuck me, ohh yes, fuck me, pump me, fill me, ohh, don't ever stop, please, keep going, never stop, ohhh, it feels soooo gooood!" She was panting now, saying something with every second breath, not caring or thinking of her audience, just about getting filled and cumming. It was so close, she could taste it.
It was Richard's turn. "Oh god, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cum in you! I'll fill you so full! Gohd yes! I'm cumming ... cumming ..."
It was exquisite, that feeling, spurting into that tiny tight little hole just opened up for him. Nothing mattered right then except the feel of his cock slamming home inside that warm wet slippery fuck tube. He could feel his sperm splashing in there, squishing out and around his cock and dribbling down his balls.
That little extra, him slamming home and squirting inside, was enough to send her over as well, her orgasm reaching up from deep within and grabbing her whole body. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, starting from her groin and washing through every part of her, ripping out to her fingers and toes then washing back to implode in her center again, re-igniting even stronger with every thrust and twitch of that thing inside her. It was so incredibly powerful, she almost forgot to breathe, just gasping every once in a while between jolts.
Only after Richard had completely drained himself, and stopped with his cock buried to the hilt, did she finally come down again. Her vagina kept spasming around his member, causing him to groan and shudder. It was enough to keep her just on the edge, until her body calmed down.
When they both were breathing almost normally again, Brenda spoke.
Richard just smiled, still supporting himself just over top of her body, leaving himself deep inside her. The feel of that incredibly tight pussy was keeping him hard and ready, even after it had drained him dry.
Behind him, the door closed silently, Caitlin's practice paying off. Two sets of feet tiptoed down the hall, into her room, and closed the door silently behind them.
Caitlin turned to Vicky, eyes still wide, her face a mask of shock and disbelief, whispering, "Oh my god! That was un-be-lievable!" They climbed into bed together, under the covers, whispering excitedly about what they had just witnessed.
Richard wrapped Brenda up in one arm and rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him, keeping his still-hard organ buried inside her. He pulled a pillow over for himself, and let his lover get comfortable on top of him, sliding her legs down beside his and resting her head on her arms on top of his chest.
"That was a little better than my first one."
"Richard, this was my one and only, and don't you forget it! Thank you, it was wonderful. Now I know why my mom likes fucking so much. If it's like this all the time, that's all I want to do for the rest of my life."
"'Fraid I can't help you on that. I can only do it four or five times a day, maybe. And I need the odd day off."
"If that's all I get out of you, then I guess I'll just have to settle for sex for half my life, the morning half and the evening half. I'll sleep and eat in the middle, somewhere."
"God, I think I've created a monster. The creature that ate Richard alive! Aaaauuuggggg!"
"Well, it's there waiting for you if you want to use it."
"I'm too tired to fuck anymore tonight. But I do want to try something my mom and dad do every once in a while."
"Let's get ready to sleep first and then I'll tell you!"
"You'll find out soon enough."
They got cleaned up, Brenda trotting off to the bathroom, holding a towel to her groin, totally unconcerned that she was still naked. Richard, shaking his head, cleaned himself up as much as possible with a towel, slipped on his boxers, then cleaned up the dribbles and drops of blood on the bed. Most of them had been caught by the towels, with only a few splashes of semen left to wipe up elsewhere.
About ten minutes later they were cleaned up and back in bed, this time with the light out.
"Now, what's this big secret thing you want us to do."
"It's something my parents do once in a while, and mom looks like she absolutely adores it, so I gotta try it too! Richard, I want you to fuck me to sleep. Stick that thing of yours inside me and pump it in and out until either you cum or fall asleep."
After Richard's initial objections, saying she'd be too sore, or he'd crush her, or she'd fall off him, or whatever, she explained what she wanted and how to do it.
They lay in bed, on their sides, with her back to his front, knees bent, with her 'sitting' in his lap. He rubbed his cock up and down against her slit for a few seconds to get hard (that's all it took!) then greased his cock with K-Y again. Pushing into her pussy from the rear, it felt even tighter than before. She whimpered a bit at the first push, but then started wiggling and thrusting her hips to get him inside.
Inch by inch his cock slid in. She was still full of his semen and a little of her blood, and she was once again producing lots of her own juice, so he went in fairly easily. There was a little pain when his cock crossed the remnants of her hymen, but she ignored it. This was just too good to stop. That wonderful stuffed feeling was back, and she never wanted to be empty again.
The sensations his cock was sending to his brain were incredible. Each tiny thrust and wiggle of her hips pushed him deeper into that extremely tight just-opened cunt of hers. It was so smooth and silky in there, like no other pussy he'd ever been in. She was hot and wet. He could feel her juices leaking out around his cock, covering her ass and his balls. Finally his penetration was halted, as deep as he could get, with the end of his cock pressing firmly against her cervix.
"Stop. Just ... just hold it in there for now. I like it in me like this, filling me up. It feels huge, but so nice. Hold me now, hug me close. Please Richard. I want to be right here in your arms when I wake up. With your cock in me."
"If I can, I will. No guarantees, but I'll try."
Sliding one arm under her head and her pillow, he wrapped the other around her torso, placing his hand on her chest between her breasts. She hugged his arm to her possessively, as though she would be holding it for the rest of her life. Even impaled as she was, ass in his lap, she was that much shorter than him that her head nicely fit under his chin.
"Okay, start moving. Slower ... slower ... that's it ... now deeper ... a little deeper ... ouch! Not that far back, my hymen still hurts! Okay, keep going ... yeah, that feels good ... a little slower ... yeah, perfect. Just like that. Now just keep pumping 'till you cum or fall asleep."
He was stroking about half-way out then all the way back in against her cervix, taking about ten seconds per stroke. He was resisting the urge to just bang away again, this being brought on by the sudden feelings of lust overtaking him, holding her naked teen body to him, his cock telling him that this was the best ever and just go for it.
After a while he developed a nice, easy, relaxed pace and rhythm, close to what Brenda wanted, but not quite as long or as deep. He simply clenched his ass to push in, then relaxed to slide out. It was so effortless that way, he thought he really could do it all night. There was an end in sight, though, because the constant stimulation of her twat on his cock was driving him higher. He knew that eventually he could cum just doing that.
She was enjoying herself as well, he noticed. With her 'sitting' in his lap, almost the full length of her body was pressed into him. Every once in a while he could feel different muscles in her body twitch and spasm, usually accompanied by a tiny squeak from her, and sometimes followed by her vagina grabbing his cock. The first few times that happened, he stopped and waited for her to let go, but after her impatient bum-wiggling told him to get back to work, he simply pushed through her grip. That invariably brought a long, whining sigh from her.
About an hour after they started, he noticed that her muscle spasms and vaginal contractions were getting more frequent. All of a sudden her entire body convulsed once, then seized up, completely rigid, and she grabbed his arm, and his cock, in a death grip. Pushing through her clasping cunt as he was used to doing by then, he simply kept pumping. Her breathing was infrequent and gasping. After about a minute, she relaxed for a second, took a deep breath, then seized up again, throwing her head back against his chest. The third time she did it, he was worried enough that he stopped. She immediately wiggled her bum and squeaked out the words "don't stop", so he started again.
Six or seven more times she did that, cumming long and deep, going completely rigid or wriggling very stiffly. Near the end, he was having to hold her tight to him, since she was jerking around enough to possibly pop right off his shaft.
With several long breaths she relaxed, and whispered "don't stop" again. Her breathing evened out, becoming slower and deeper, and her grip on his arm loosened. He thought she was falling asleep, until he felt her inner muscles grab his cock. They grabbed, then released, then grabbed, then released, over and over, in time with his thrusts. 'She's milking me, for christ sake!'
After all that buildup and watching her cum over and over again, it didn't take long for that familiar sensation to show up. His insides were tightening up, getting ready to fire deep inside her. He wanted it now and, apparently, so did she. He kept up that slow pace until that first jet was on its way, then he jammed his cock as far inside as it would go in one brutal thrust, shooting his seed tight against her cervix, trying to inject it straight into her womb. With each spurt he pulled half-way out then jammed home again, deep inside.
Brenda's body tensed up with his first deep thrust, then seized up with the second, locked into another orgasm. Her breathing stopped after one deep gasp, not resuming until he finished pumping every drop of semen into her.
When he finally finished, she started breathing again, long, deep lungfulls, catching up with her body's needs. This time when she relaxed, she melted completely, every muscle going limp.
His cock was still insider her, but soft and shrunken. Even her tight pussy couldn't keep him hard forever. When he made a move to get up, thinking he should clean up, she clamped down on his arm with one hand, and reached around and grabbed his hip with the other, holding him in place, keeping his limp member inside her. She seemed completely indifferent to the semen leaking out of her pussy, covering her crotch and ass and his thighs and balls, and dripping onto the bed.
She relaxed again when Richard did. He thought he heard a muffled and quiet "thank you", but wasn't really sure. She was soon asleep. Richard, tired out by his and her exertions, quickly followed.
I'm baaaaack! Did you miss me? Ouch, no fair, I wasn't looking!
I guess I'm going to have to wrap up now. The weekend's over, and I need to return to real work tomorrow. Besides, Brenda's back from her trip and needs some, ah, *personal* attention right now. Me too. Four days alone, writing this kind of stuff, can make a guy pretty horny. Three more months before she's finished high-school, then we can come out of the closet. She lives with me full time now, ever since she turned seventeen. Mary and Will figured that if she's old enough to get married, she's old enough to shack up. Besides, she was spending more time and more nights over here than at home anyway. We've tentatively scheduled the wedding for early August, a year and a half from now.
Oh yeah, I own this beach house now, after getting some help from her folks. With my new job, I'll have them paid back and the house free and clear in seven or eight years. It's nice joining into a booming family business.
Caitlin moved out a couple of years ago, shacking up with some dumb twit from college. I think he's a jerk and not nearly good enough for my sister, but she likes him so I keep my mouth shut. She's twenty two now and an adult and old enough to make her own decisions.
Vicky started dating around that time too, and now has a string of young studs hanging around her parents' place. Five eleven, fifteen years old, built and beautiful, sure of herself, mature and very much sexually active, she attracts them like flies to honey. I think she's gone overboard. She has another semi-permanent lady friend, a seventeen year old rather dowdy looking girl who's moved into Brenda's old room. It's hard on the ego of those jocks, but she keeps them all firmly in line. She can be a real bitch when she's mad. Trust me, I know.
Now you know why I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's. Not for any amount of cash. I have the woman of my dreams here and now, ready and willing, and we love each other. So we started a little early. So what. I'm hers for as long as she wants me, and she says that she wants me forever.
Brenda's calling. Goodbye and goodnight.
Note: All the scenes for the Brenda saga, after chapter three, were written as a disjointed series of episodes, with no particular flow or storyline to them. It was difficult enough to patch and re-write those parts that fit. The following scenes didn't. They were hot enough that I thought I'd throw them in anyway.
This is the original version of the scene where Caitlin first shares Richard's bed. It didn't properly fit the milder storyline I ended up using.
It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.
A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to make certain he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. She did, closing the door behind her. At least this time she was wearing a negligee, short and revealing though it was. She'd been crying. She walked over and sat on the bed.
"I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was horrible!"
She started crying again. Richard sat up and gathered her in his arms.
"Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone right now."
He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep.
"Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin."
"Please hold me. I don't want the nightmare to come back."
What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then lay back with his head on his pillow. He opened his arms to her, and she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach. Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took him a lot longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so recently.
She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned with her back to him, fitting into him spoon-style.
Slowly waking up, and realizing who was in bed with him, he blushed. Somehow during the night, her negligee had ridden up almost to her chest. He knew this because his right arm was curled over her waist, his hand resting on her bare stomach, just above her crotch, and his left arm was curled around her shoulder, supporting her head, with that hand cupping and holding her fabric-covered left breast. That wasn't the worst. Somehow his cock had slid through the opening in the front of his shorts. It was now pushed up between her thighs, resting full-length along her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties. He was hard as a rock.
'How the hell did this happen?'
Slowly he tried to extricate himself. First, he attempted to pull his cock out from between her legs. He very gently started sliding his hips back away from her. At this slight movement, she moaned and clamped her thighs together. He stopped and held his breath, terrified that she'd wake up.
When she relaxed and seemed completely asleep again, he tried once more. This time it was worse. She groaned, clamped her thighs together, and started rocking her hips back and forth, very slowly. Richard froze again. Over the sound of his hammering heart, he could just make out what she was whispering in her dream.
"Ohhh, that feels good. Don't stop. Make it last forever. Yes, Angie, just like that." There was more, but most of it was unintelligible, interspersed with tiny whimpers and sighs.
He tried once more to pull away, but stopped when Caitlin whimpered and clearly said "No Angie, please, don't go away! ... Vicky, I need you!" After a minute or two, her hips started rocking again, and the pleasant little sounds and words were back. He was now too scared to pull back, thinking she'd wake up for sure and find them locked together like this. He couldn't even pull his hand off her breast. Somewhere during one of his attempts to pull his cock out, she'd grabbed his hand.
Resigning himself to his fate, he put his head down on his pillow.
Whatever dreams she was having, they were definitely erotic. His cock could feel her growing moisture and heat, and feel her lower lips gently expanding and getting softer and damper. Slowly but surely his cock was spreading her lips and moving upward, eventually settling against and rubbing across her inner meat. He could feel a small nub, probably her clit, nestled deep in the crack. Despite the guilt, fear and shame he was feeling, this was getting to him. He felt those familiar twinges deep in his groin, and knew if his sister continued what she was doing, he'd spray semen all over the place. He promised himself no matter what, he couldn't do that to her.
When the tempo of her hips increased, he knew he had to pull back. Before he could move, her hand went down between her legs and caught the head of his cock. She was pulling it up tighter to her cunt! Now he was well and truly trapped, with no way out. If he pulled out, she'd probably hurt him, and definitely wake up. If he didn't pull out, he was going to splatter her hand and bush with semen. He almost cried. He prayed she'd stop before he came.
He could tell by the fast, panting breaths she was taking, with the whimpers in between, she was close. She sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly between her teeth. Her hips started bucking. He was trying to hold off.
With a sudden gasp, she squeezed her thighs tightly around his cock, suddenly pushing the head up into the top of her crack and rubbing it furiously. Now it was too late. He started spurting, shooting his sperm into the top of her pussy, all over her hand, all over the top of her mound. She was still rubbing fast and hard, which forced his semen all the way up and down her crack, lubricating it further, letting her slide more easily along his length.
Letting loose a series of shuddering breaths, she climaxed, stopping her hips, tensing up all the muscles in her body. She pressed the head of his cock hard, keeping him in place. He could feel the ripples of her orgasm running all up and down her body, centering on her groin.
It wound down quickly, her body relaxing, her breathing slowing down and becoming more regular. She hadn't released the pressure on the head of his cock yet, still pushing it into her crack. If he pulled back now, she'd push it right into her vagina. Hell, if he started getting soft and shrinking, it still might happen.
Thankfully, she finally rolled over onto her stomach, still holding his left hand on her breast, effectively trapping it there. His cock finally free, he used his other hand to pull it back into his shorts. Before he fell back to sleep, one more thought rose up, one sure to give him nightmares. What if she got pregnant?
In the morning, Richard was awakened by a kiss on his cheek. It was Caitlin. He opened his eyes and found himself staring down the neck of her negligee. Both of her breasts were hanging in clear view, showing off their dark brown nipples, each puckered and hard. An idiotic thought crossed his mind. He hadn't even noticed her nipples last night.
"Thanks Rich. That was the best sleep I've had in ages. I had such wonderful dreams."
'Yeah,' thought Richard. 'And I'm gonna hafta live with my nightmares.'
She was out in the hall, closing the door, when she stuck her head back into his room.
"Just remember what I said about that thing," glancing at his crotch. "You almost poked it inside me last night. As it is, I need a shower to wash off the leftovers. Ta Ta." The door closed behind her, and he could hear her walking down the stairs. A few minutes later the shower started.
His mind finally clicked into gear. What the hell had happened last night? And what did she know? She certainly didn't seem upset in the least, not acting like a girl who'd almost been fucked by her brother. He had to find out.
In this scene, the three girls had come up with a plan to 'open up' Richard's rather conservative morals to the possibilities available with two other more than willing virgins. It definitely didn't fit the storyline. Too bad.
When Richard got to the top of the stairs, he heard some quiet moans and whimpers coming from his sister's room. Seeing that the door was still open a bit, he couldn't help himself. He walked over to have a peek at what was going on. When he saw the two girls, he just stood there, mesmerized, unable to think or move. This was his adolescent wet dream come to life, something he never in his wildest fantasies ever thought he'd see in reality.
Vicky was lying stretched out on the bed, face up, head pointed a little to the right of the doorway (Richard's perspective). He could see the slight bumps of her just-developing breasts, the dark circles of her aureoles, and the hard, pointed nubbins of her nipples. Her bare pubes were wet and glistening, as were her thighs, legs spread wide to the world. He couldn't see much of her face because Caitlin was in the way.
His sister was kneeling on the bed, legs apart, one on either side of Vicky's face. Her hips were raised slightly, and she was leaning back, supporting her weight by holding on to her ankles. She wasn't quite facing straight at him, but her legs were spread so far apart he could see everything. Sitting there, moaning, eyes closed tight, she couldn't see anything, oblivious to everything except the person under her who was eating her out like an expert.
Richard just stared, mesmerized by the scene. Caitlin's skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, from her scalp to her ankles. Everything was moving, too, swaying in time to her gyrating hips, her breasts making small circles in the air - those perfect, delicious looking mounds, with wonderful, oh-so suckable little nipples, hard as rock right now.
He snapped back to reality for a second as Caitlin shifted. Had she seen him? Then he saw that Vicky'd changed tactics, using one hand and her tongue in Caitlin's hot little snatch. He became enraptured again, watching Vicky's tongue flicker in and out, up and down, swirling around inside those lips, hand moving in sync with her tongue, sliding in and out of that tight, virginal hole.
Totally entranced, hypnotized by the scene in front of him, he barely felt something at his waist, and hardly noticed his towel falling away, paying no attention to those minor distractions. Only when something warm and wet engulfed his hard cock did he finally notice, moaning and leaning against the door jam. He knew he shouldn't be watching, it was wrong, but he was pinned in place by that mouth surrounding his member, pumping in and out. He tried to move, but his arms and legs wouldn't listen. Eyes closing by themselves, he lost himself for a moment.
Opening his eyes again, he was shocked. Caitlin's eyes, half-closed, glazed over with lust, were staring right at him. He whimpered a bit, because he still couldn't get his body to obey. Caitlin looked down at his crotch, looked back into his eyes for a moment, then closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and lost herself in an orgasm.
This was too much for him. His mind disconnected, watching her perfect body run through its climax, her head snapping back and forth, muscles tightening and loosening in waves, breath coming in great gasps as she shuddered, unable to move or think at that moment. He felt himself letting go, unable to control himself, back spasming, hips thrusting forward. The release went through him like a shock, spreading out from his groin to the rest of his body. His eyes stayed open, mindlessly watching Caitlin, as her body started to wind down from its climax.
He felt himself letting loose, shooting deep into Brenda's throat time and time again, eyes following his sister as she slowly slid off Vicky and lay there, eyes open, watching him spasm, deep in the middle of his own orgasm. It was painfully intense. Somewhere inside, an overworked set of muscles were complaining, but still functioning. His cock jerked again, sending another splash of semen into his lover's mouth.
Finally it was over, the flow stopping, with nothing left to come out. Brenda let go of his cock at almost the same time Caitlin closed her eyes and lay back flat on the bed. Released from the two things pinning him in place, he sank slowly to the floor and sat there, cross-legged, leaning back against the wall. Brenda lay down on the floor, putting her head in his lap, closing her eyes and resting. The only sounds left were those of heavy breathing and rapidly beating hearts.
Brenda and Richard just stayed there, not moving, even when Vicky got up to go to the bathroom. He just mindlessly watched her walk up to them and step across, her naked, wet pussy just inches from his nose. He turned his head and watched her tight little buns as they bounced down to the washroom and disappeared inside. He was still watching when she came back, squatted down, draped his arm over her shoulders, and sat beside him.
A few minutes later Caitlin headed for the washroom. He also just stared as her lightly-furred, nearly adult, damp and shining twat passed right in front of his eyes. He turned and watched her cute, jiggling ass until it disappeared. When she came back, he watched her perfect, bouncing breasts until they disappeared up out of his field of vision, then refocused on her pussy. Stopping on his other side, she also squatted down, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, and sat down beside him.
Luckily, his hands knew what to do without needing any help from his brain. They started to fondle and caress the girls' breasts, stopping to tease and play with their nipples from time to time.
Eventually, he started to come back to himself, slowly taking stock of where he was, what he was doing, and who he was with.
"Could someone please tell me if I'm dreaming or not? Did what I think just happen really happen, or was I hallucinating?"
A familiar voice came up from his lap. "Well, right now you're sitting on the floor, naked. There's three very pretty naked ladies surrounding you. I just finished sucking you through a mind-blowing orgasm, and you watched the same thing happen to your sister. You've got one arm around my little sister, playing with her baby boobs and nipples, and you've got your other arm wrapped around your baby sister, playing with her nice big boobs and nipples. If that seems to fit what you think happened, then you've just about got it right."
"Oh. Okay." Short pause. "Here I thought I was doing good, coping with having a thirteen year old sexpot for a fiancee. Now I have to deal with an eleven year old sexpot future sister-in-law and a seventeen year old sexpot sister." Another short pause. "Okay. I'll wake up in a while and everything will be just fine. This is all just a dream, isn't it?"
- From his left "That's funny, your hand playing with my little boobies and nipples feels real."
- From his right "You think maybe these breasts you're playing with over here aren't real? They're mine, and your hand feels pretty good doing whatever you're doing."
- From his lap "Let's see, what to do, what to do." Richard jumped, every nerve in his body tingling. She'd sucked his cock into her mouth. Starting with the tip, she vacuumed it in, just like a piece of spaghetti. "Does that feel a little more real now?"
"I'm awake. Definitely. I don't feel things like that when I'm asleep."
"Good." He heard three echoes of that same word.
"Okay, now what? You three obviously set this up for a reason. So far, so bad. I know I'll feel guilty as hell later, but right now, I'm too burned out."
"Weeeeeeell," Brenda drawled, "It's like this. I've watched Vicky and Caitlin a few times, and I want to learn what they know. They've watched us a few times, and they both want to learn what we know. So I made them a deal. If they could get you to cooperate, I'd let them 'borrow' you to teach them about sex properly. Vicky's just old enough to start learning, and Caitlin should already know lots, but doesn't. The rules are that you're mine, and this (grabbing his cock) is mine. They can't keep you, and they can't touch this (squeezing a bit) without my okay first. Anything else is fair game. Now that you know the deal, it's up to them to convince you it's okay. This little scene here was to get you to loosen up and let you think of the possibilities. You're on, girls. Just remember, he's already been drained dry and burned to a crisp. There's not much left right now."
This was written for later, after Richard and the three girls were more-or-less used to each other.
"Are you sure?" asked Richard.
Brenda shook her head and sighed in exasperation.
"Richard, I'm just as sure now as I was ten minutes ago. My parents are both gone for the day! Dad's gone golfing with some customers of his, and when they're done they're all going for some sort of dinner meeting thing, all on the other side of town. The last few times he did this, he was gone until at least my bedtime."
That's when Vicky chipped in with her two cents worth. "Yeah, and Mom's gone to a charity auction. She figures it won't end until eight or nine, at the earliest. That's why you're *babysitting*."
"God," Replied Richard. "You three don't need a babysitter, you need a keeper! You're all wild animals!"
"Come on, Rich, lighten up. It's not like we're doing something horribly indecent or anything. Besides, we've seen it all before. What's to get upset about?" The last few words were a little muffled, as Caitlin was speaking while pulling her dress over her head. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Brenda and Vicky were already naked. They had walked out of their house that way.
"But ..." Richard's last feeble protests were silenced when Brenda pulled his head down for a kiss. Then, while she had his attention diverted, she grabbed his shorts and boxers and pulled them down to his ankles.
"There!" she said, stepping back. "And don't you dare pull them back up!"
Despite turning several shades of red, Richard stepped out of his clothes. Brenda had finally gotten her way. They were going to do some suntanning in the girls' back yard, au natural.
"I'll get the Koolaid!" yelled Vicky, as she ran back into the house. Caitlin followed at a rather more relaxed pace. Richard pulled several lounge chairs out into the sunshine, and Brenda put small tables in between them.
"Let's see if I got this right," Vicky said as she came back out of the house. "Koolaid for me, Caitlin already has hers, you get the same, Brenda, and Richard ends up with coke. Dad's out of beer, and I'm not going over to his place to get some - at least, not dressed like this I'm not."
"Uh uh, Richard," said Brenda, as she shook her finger at him. "Just drop those shorts. That's not an excuse for you to get dressed again. You can survive without your beer. Relax. Enjoy the sunshine. Enjoy the view. I know I am."
There was a "me too" from Caitlin and a "me three" from Vicky. Richard looked up and saw three girls sitting on their loungers, all smiling, all watching him. Red faced again, he sat down and stretched out. Vicky and Caitlin also stretched out, while Brenda got up and went for her bag.
After rummaging around for a few seconds, she let out an "Aha!", and stood up. "Number 25 sun screen, just what you need, dear, for that rather pallid skin of yours. After all, we wouldn't want you getting sunburned anyplace where the sun doesn't normally shine, now would we?"
"Okay, okay. Just toss it over."
"Now where would the fun be if we all just did ourselves? Besides, you can't reach all the places the sun can. Now roll over onto your tummy and I'll get started."
Richard did as he was told. He only squirmed and wiggled a little when she was doing his ass and feet. When Brenda told him to turn over, he mumbled something and stayed put.
"What was that?" she asked, as she bent down to hear him better. He whispered something in her ear.
"Ooooh, really? Hey girls, Richard says he's too embarrassed to turn over - he's got a hard on!"
Both girls turned to look, naturally, so he turned a brighter shade of red.
After a minute or so, with all three girls staring expectantly at him, he turned over. By then, the embarrassment had gotten to him. He was mostly limp.
"THAT'S what we were waiting to see?" exclaimed Vicky. "It hardly seems worth looking at right now."
"It'll get better. I've still got to do his front."
"No, I think I'll do my own front, if you don't mind."
"Nope. That's not how it works today. Nobody does themselves. It's a new rule we made up. Right, sis? Caitlin?"
Both looked at Brenda, who winked while looking away from Richard.
"Right," said Vicky, almost immediately. It took a few seconds longer for Caitlin to nod, and she blushed and stared at Vicky as she did so.
Richard simply groaned and closed his eyes. Brenda took that to mean he was accepting his fate, and started rubbing in the lotion. Starting at his neck, she covered him completely, spending far more time than necessary when she was doing his cock and balls. By the time she moved on to his thighs, he was once again hard. That earned him a wolf-whistle from Vicky. He just blushed a little more.
"Okay, all done. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"It depends on your definition of bad," replied Richard.
"Hold out your hand," said Brenda.
He did, and she squeezed a dollop of lotion onto his palm.
"That's for your face and hands."
Brenda went and retrieved another bottle from her bag.
"Okay, handsome. Now it's my turn." She threw the bottle to Richard, then went and lay face down on her lounger.
"SPF 8?" He was reading off the front of the bottle.
"Sure. I'm already a toasty gold. Or hadn't you noticed?"
"I noticed. You and Vicky are both a well-cooked brown, all over. And judging by the parts of my sister I don't normally get to see, you've had her out here tanning in the buff more than once."
"Sure. Like I said before, when it's just us girls, Mom doesn't mind us being out here like this. Lots of times she comes out with us."
"So your Mom's got an all-over tan too?"
"Sure. She's not as brown as we are, but she sure doesn't have any tan lines. Who do you think got us started?"
Richard made no reply, since the answer was obvious. Instead, he concentrated on the job at hand - or rather, the job in hand."
"Go nice and slow. It feels better that way. And make sure you do a thorough job."
Spreading suntan lotion onto Brenda was not something he considered an onerous chore. She was a beautiful young lady - firm, fit, toned, and with no spare flesh. By his estimate, she was about halfway in between a little girl and a real woman, with hips just spreading out, legs filling in nicely, and breasts grown to small handfuls. Despite the audience - and he knew both other girls were watching carefully - he did a proper job of it, including spending a good deal of time handling her lower cheeks, which were beautifully rounded, and hard yet soft at the same time. Then she turned over.
"Now you get to do my front. Can I have just a little on my hand? I need to do my face too."
With a silent groan, he began. Richard was still amazed that someone as young and beautiful as Brenda had chosen him for her partner. Just looking at her was sometimes enough for him to go off into a partial daze as he remembered what it was like to touch, fondle, taste, and hold her. It was hard for him to keep from getting carried away, especially when he was doing her breasts and thighs. He studiously avoided touching her pussy and mound, not wanting to further embarrass her, or rather, himself. He stood up when he figured he was done. By then, Brenda was lying there with her eyes closed, breathing a little heavily, and had a slightly flushed look around her chest and neck. She opened her eyes when he stopped.
"Richard, where are you going?"
"Uh, to lie down?"
"But you're not finished yet. Do you have the slightest idea what a sunburn down there feels like? I do. Now finish what you started."
Once again blushing, he looked to see if the other two were watching. They were. Brenda wore a big smirk, while Caitlin tried for a look of studied nonchalance. She failed.
With a sigh, he coated his right hand with lotion, then started to carefully and delicately spread it onto her nether regions. Brenda was having none of that. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, pulled his hand hard into her crotch, and began to move it up and down.
"Yes. Keep it up. Just. Like.
It was about then that Richard realized he'd been set up, that they had plans for him. He just didn't know what they were or how far the girls would go. So, he decided to enjoy himself. While one hand was busy fondling and rubbing Brenda's pussy, he used the other to caress her breasts and nipples. Eventually, after she spread her legs wide, after his fingers had dipped into her crack, after one digit slid deep inside, and after some well-timed nipple pulling and pinching, she climaxed.
Brenda lay there, arms stretched out over her head and breathing hard, for several minutes.
"Now that's what I call a thorough job. Thank you."
He had just enough time to take a pull at his drink and lie down before Vicky spoke up.
"Richard, could you do me too, please?"
"Could you put some lotion on me too, please."
"Just put lotion on you? You're sure that's all you're after?"
There was no reply, as Vicky rolled over and wiggled her bottom. He looked to Brenda for guidance. She was lying back, stretched out, eyes half closed, and smiling. A wink was what he got. For some reason, he doubted that Vicky would be satisfied with him just oiling her down. Nevertheless, he did as he was asked.
It wasn't the first time he'd touched Vicky, not by a long shot, but it was his first time handling her while naked - either him or her. He was hard as a rock again before he finished with her backside. Then she flipped over for him to do her front.
"I want you to do a thorough job on me too, Richard."
Once again he looked at Brenda, who was lying on her side, watching, and grinning from ear to ear. So was Caitlin.
Glowing a bright red, he proceeded. Richard didn't know if he was more embarrassed or turned on by doing Vicky's body. She was thin, tight, and hard from her athletic pursuits, yet with a soft skin, and with curves and padding developing in all the right places. He liked the feel of her taught stomach and waist, and the softness of her breasts. They were barely apparent to the eye when she was laying down like that, but his hands had no trouble knowing what they were feeling. The same was true when he was rubbing down her thighs and hips. Again, he tried to avoid her pubic area. His eyes, though, were continually drawn to that delicate junction.
Bare as the day she was born, everything was smooth and tanned. There was no hair, either because nothing was yet growing, or because, like her sister, she shaved it off regularly. Still juvenile, it didn't look like much more than a tightly closed slit, even though her legs were spread and the lips were reddened and puffy looking.
"Don't forget, Richard, I want a thorough job, just like my sister got."
Having a quick look around, seeing if there was any escape or any mercy, he found none. Caitlin was staring avidly, eyes fixed on what he was doing, a look of wide-eyed wonder on her face. Brenda was still smiling, still watching through half-lidded eyes.
Exhaling loudly, he mentally gave in. With one hand, he stroked her legs and thighs. The other hand went straight for her slit. Delicately and carefully, he opened her up with two fingers, and inserted the tip of a third into her hole. She was already quite wet. He began a steady rhythm, sliding the tip of one digit in and out of her vagina, while gently rubbing her clit with another. The smell was intoxicating, mixing the light coconutty scent of lotion with sweat and pre-teen arousal.
Vicky pulled up both knees, spread her legs as wide as she could, and stretched her arms up over her head. Almost immediately, she began rolling her hips and moaning softly. He played with her pussy lips by stroking and rubbing them. He played with her clit by rolling it around with the tip of a finger. He then played with her mind by tickling her ribs. She jumped and squealed loudly.
"No fair! You're not supposed to do that!"
Richard could see that Caitlan was barely holding back her laughter, and he heard some snorts from Brenda, who was behind him. Vicky grabbed the hand he tickled her with and held it tightly to her chest. She didn't want a repeat of that trick. He kept fondling her pussy with his other hand, which slowly calmed her down, then started her moaning again. As her breathing got heavier, his stroking got faster and firmer.
"Keep going. Keep going! Oh! OH!" She climaxed with a long, wavering moan, pinching her legs together and pushing her hips hard up into Richard's moving hand. Finally, she lay still. His hand and her crotch were both soaked with her lubrications.
When Richard looked up, he saw Caitlan was flushed and slowly wriggling about. He walked over to his lounger, took a drink, and wiped himself off with a towel.
"Riiiiich. Oh, Riiiiiich. Could you do me a big favour? Pleeeease?"
He thought about it for a good couple of seconds, picturing his sister's bare pussy (Vicky insisted that she shave too), her more-than-a-handful breasts, her perfect legs, round bottom, hips, and narrow waist, before he said "No way!"
"Oh, but Riiiich, all I want is the number fifteen sunblock. Is that such a big deal?"
Blushing again, he retrieved what she wanted from Brenda's bag and tossed it to her. He didn't want to get too close, just in case.
"Thanks, Rich. What did you think I wanted when you said no so loud?"
"I think I can guess," injected Vicky. "His mind was in the gutter."
"Sorry, brother dear," said Caitlin, "but Vicky's doing me. And Vicky, I'm ready for you to do a thorough job."
Laying down, he watched over top of Brenda's shoulder as Vicky started oiling down his sister. He watched her do her shoulders, her back, her ass, and her legs. Then he watched her do her chest and breasts, her waist and sides, her hips, and her legs. Like him, Vicky avoided the centre until last.
Richard listened to his sister's faint whimpers and cries as Vicky sucked on her nipples, opened her vaginal lips, and slid a finger inside. Imagining himself in Vicky's place was a pleasant torture. Needing some relief himself, he began stroking his cock. None of the girls noticed. Caitlin had her eyes closed, Vicky had her face hovering just above Caitlin's pussy, where her hands were quite busy, and Brenda was watching those two, facing away from Richard.
The only sounds that could be heard were Caitlin's breathy whines and a bird somewhere off in the distance. He made no sound, despite the fact that he was close to exploding. Brenda was also being silent, he noticed, even though her elbow was moving up and down rather rapidly and her hand had to be somewhere in the vicinity of her crotch.
It wasn't long before his sister started gasping and arching her back. When she grabbed Vicky's hands and started pumping her hips up and down, he exploded, sending several long streams of his essence out onto the grass. Caitlin and he collapsed at almost the same instant, both totally spent. Seconds later, Brenda moaned and lay back, her breathing fast and shallow. Vicky kissed her lover, had her fingers licked clean, then went and lay down.
Summoning up a little strength, Richard raised his head and looked over at the girls. All three were coated with a sheen of sweat, all three were breathing deeply, all three were laying back with arms and legs splayed wide, and all three were flushed with arousal and their recent activities. He knew he probably looked no better than they did. Smiling a wry smile, he shook his head and let his head drop.
That's when the back door opened.
Four pairs of eyes turned to look. Three pairs of legs snapped shut. Mary was standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on her face. Caitlin, her eyes open wide with shock, turned and looked at Vicky. Vicky turned and looked at Brenda. Brenda turned and looked at Richard. Richard simply looked back at Brenda. All four then turned and looked at Mary again.
She, in her turn, looked at Brenda, then Vicky, then Caitlin, and then Richard, pointedly running her gaze up and down each of their naked bodies. A long moment passed, one where nobody seemed to breathe, and all sound and motion seemed to stop.
Mary took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked off into the distance before speaking.
"It is a perfect day for sunbathing, isn't it. I think I'll join you. I'll be out in a few minutes." She then turned and walked back into the house.
Caitlin turned and looked at Vicky, who then turned and looked at Brenda, who turned and looked at Richard, who just stared back. Nobody dared say anything. It seemed to them like an eternity before Mary came back out of the house. She was dressed in a long, pink, fluffy robe. Picking the only empty lounger left, she undid her sash, removed her robe and lay it out over the cushions, then stretched out on her stomach, looking away from the others.
Richard stared. It was the first time he'd seen Mary naked. Even after two children, she was fit, trim, and good looking. Her breasts were moderate sized double handfuls, maybe a little larger than Caitlin's, her hips were wider and her legs a little fuller, but she was nicely proportioned. He thought her a beautiful lady. Brenda was right, he thought. There were no tan lines. He also saw, before she lay down, that she shaved completely, just like Brenda.
"Richard," Mary said, still looking away from them, "could you do me a favour? Please?"
"S-sure," he replied. "What would you like?"
"Could you please bring over the number fifteen sunblock?"
He went and retrieved it from where Vicky had dropped the bottle and took it to Mary.
"Here you go."
"Thank you, Richard. But could I possibly persuade you to do me?"
He blinked once or twice, strange thoughts running through his overheated brain, before he said "Pardon?"
"Would you do me, please? Spread on some lotion?"
She was still facing away from them, so nobody could tell from her expression what she was thinking.
Without saying anything, he squirted some of the liquid into his hands and rubbed them together to warm it before starting to rub it into her shoulders.
Nobody else moved or spoke, simply exchanging worried glances and wondering what Mary had seen and heard.
He was almost done with her back, his hands approaching her buttocks, before she spoke again.
"Oh, and Richard?" she said.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Make sure you do a thorough job."
Hope you enjoyed reading these scenes as much as I did writing them.
I think at the start you have too much repetition - you even self-comment on it (not a good trick)
Artistry in this genre is a mystery to me - but even approaching Apollinaire - tits
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