The Force by Dorsai

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I was thirteen years old when it happened.

I was in the theater, watching Star Wars, and got completely tripped out
during that scene where old Obi-Wan and Luke got pulled over by the
Imperial Trooper. Obi-Wan waved his hand and the gonzo in the Styrofoam
bodysuit completely forgot what was happening.

The other thing that got me going - maybe not as much, but still - was
those slick light sabers; those things were simply too cool, by half. I
wanted one. REAL bad.

After I saw the movie about a dozen times, I finally got started on the
idea of how something like "the force" could work, and what the hell
those light sabers could be. I started trying to read up on anything I
could find that might have anything to do with it. Initial progress was
pretty good, but when I exhausted the readily available stuff, things
slowed down - a LOT.

Hypnotism I picked up pretty quick, learning self-hypnosis easily. It
helped me in school by making it easier for me to study and stay calm
during tests, but didn't do much to let me control others. But hypnotism
led me off to meditation - which helped my concentration - then yoga
(which I passed off as a way to avoid injuries on the baseball and
basketball teams - I was secure in my place as a good, but not great,
player on both teams). There were a limited number of subjects that
dealt directly with the mind, so I found myself trying to learn what I
could of how the mind WORKED. The only noticeable benefit from that was
a distinct improvement in my grades: when you start trying to learn
college-level biochemistry, physics, medicine, neurology, and all that
kind of stuff, you can't help but show improvement in the latter stages
of middle school. Since all my studying and reading was having a benefit
on my grades, my folks were content to leave me alone, for the most
part. At first, my younger sister - Holly - delighted in harassing me
about it, but when it didn't do her any good, and our parents didn't
fuss about what I was doing, she soon gave up.

Along with trying to learn how something like Obi-Wan's mind control gig
worked, I also got thinking about what a light saber was, and how it
could work - and that got me going in electronics and physics. I'm not
all that smart, but a lot of this stuff seemed to 'click' with me, and I
didn't have that much trouble with it - I mean, both subjects had very
distinct, very clear 'rules' that they operated by, and once I learned
those rules, it all pretty much fell into place. Hell, a lot of it was
pretty interesting, and I found myself spending more and more time
learning about EEGs (electroencephalograms), biofeedback, and stuff like
that, and less and less on 'the force'.

By the time I got to high school, I had a pretty elaborate electronics
setup in the basement - test equipment, parts, tools, and the whole
thing. I had part-time jobs with a couple of electronics places in town
that kept me in parts and books, plus a little spending money. I wasn't
getting rich, by a long shot, but I didn't have to worry too much about
going to a movie or anything, either. I wasn't exactly a nerd, by virtue
of being involved in sports, but I wasn't a jock, because I had an
interest in this other stuff, too. The net effect was that I had a few
close friends - some of the less nerdy brains, and some of the smarter
athletes.

The other thing that happened was that my sister, two years younger than
I was, started to blossom; then get interested in boys, and going out
with her friends. Her almost constant need for money, and my need of
test subjects, kind of brought us together - more often that she liked,
and not as often as I wanted. The deal was that when I needed a test
subject (mapping brain waves, for example) AND she was hard up enough to
want the money from me, she would agree to be wired up for an hour or
so. I'd get the data I needed, and she'd get the money she wanted. Our
folks worried about it at first, but when nobody got hurt (something I
was *meticulous* about), and since both of us seemed reasonably content
with the transactions, let it go. The testing wasn't difficult - I'd
simply paste a number of electrodes to her head, and record the patterns
of voltages of her brain waves when I had her think about certain
subjects, or how she responded to certain words.

Toward the middle of high school, I'd been able to map brain activity of
a number of different people - my sister, of course, along with a few of
my friends, a couple of Holly's friends that were more adventurous and
tolerant, my folks (only a couple times each, in their desire to make
sure I wasn't hurting anyone), and myself.

I was fiddling around with using my computer to overlay the mappings of
the different scans I'd done when I suddenly realized that there was a
LOT of correlation between what happened in different parts of the
brain, and what the person was thinking - and that the more concentrated
they were on something, the stronger the signals that their brain put
out. The patterns of signals weren't exactly the same, but certainly
close - kind of like the way cars travel down a multi-lane highway: no
two of them took EXACTLY the same route, but still within a reasonable
range of variation.

With that discovery and realization, I started making the effort to find
out if there was any way to influence how the mind worked. And that got
me back to the subjects of hypnosis, biofeedback, and all the rest.
After a lot of designing, testing, and re-designing, I was finally able
to come up with a 'helmet' of sorts that fit over my head, and measured
the brain activity at certain points that I'd settled on as being
important. By using the 'helmet', I was able to gradually develop my
mental muscles - in only a few months, I was generating _much_ stronger
signals than anyone else that I'd been able to test, and could do it
quickly and easily. But I still couldn't do anything to influence other
people, on the few occasions that I tried.

But I found that I was able to influence Holly, through the use of the
helmet: as an experiment, I tried using it to impress the desired
signals on her, rather than simply using it to measure. Initially, I
simply tried using it as a transmitter of sorts, to see if I could
'block' the patterns that she developed: when asking her to think of
something, I'd apply the voltages for something else, and see how she
reacted - usually by getting a confused, troubled look on her face, as
though she couldn't _quite_ get her mind to focus on what I'd asked her.
From there, it wasn't long before I was actively asking her what the
problem was, and hearing her tell me that all she could think of was
whatever pattern I was applying to the helmet.

But there was still the problem of exercising that kind of control
WITHOUT the helmet, and I simply couldn't get past that point.

At least, not until I happened to read a couple of VERY different books
that, together, led me to a different way of thinking.

The first was a mystical type book - The Third Eye - written by a
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, supposedly a Tibetan that had been able to
transfer his spirit from one body to another; the other a science
fiction book, The Space Swimmers, by Gordon R. Dickson. In it, the lead
character was able to develop a mental construct of the problems he
faced, and find solutions using it - as part of a group of people that
had a very much heightened sense of awareness of where they were, what
was around them, and so on.

It seemed to me that both of these books pointed toward the same general
thing: that there *was* a fundamental 'force' or 'being' that ran
through all things, and that it *was* possible to become aware of that
force.

So back I went to my self-hypnosis, and biofeedback, and meditation, and
all the rest of the stuff that I'd started out with - but this time,
with the addition of some technology.

Wearing my helmet, I'd put myself into a hypnotic state, and then try to
watch the output on my test equipment to see what changes happened as I
tried different things. I quickly realized that trying to directly go
after something was about as productive as trying to nail jelly to a
tree - it simply wasn't going to happen. Something like having someone
walk up to you and telling you NOT to think of a polar bear - first
thing you do is visualize the damn bear.

What I had to learn to do was to kind of 'ease up' on things - not
approach them directly, but at an angle, sort of spiral in on them. Once
I learned that technique, it didn't take long for me to refine it, so
that rather than spending minutes getting to where I wanted to go, I
could do it in a matter of just a few seconds. Goofy as it sounds, if
you've ever read the description of how to fly in the Hitchhikers Guide
series by Douglas Adams, it was like that - only inside my mind. With
the ability to move around established, the next step was to start
picking my destinations, and then what to do when I got there.

I was in my 'lab', as the family called it, one evening, and had gotten
myself into a free-floating, not-being frame of mind when I started
easing toward the idea of seeing if I could 'feel' things around me -
and found out that I could. Living, organic things were easiest - bugs,
people, wooden desks, anything that was, or had been, alive was easy to
'sense'. Inorganic stuff - steel, electronics, carpet - was harder, but
could still be sensed, if in a different way.

The process of developing the ability to sense things was long, but not
difficult - it seemed that each time I did it, my 'range' improved,
until I could sense everything for hundreds of yards around me. And as
my ability to do that improved, it overflowed into my 'real' life - like
on the basketball court, I *knew* when someone was behind me, and who it
was, and could act accordingly. I still couldn't shoot too well, but was
a hell of a passer to the people that COULD hit the hoop.

From the sensing of what was around me, it didn't take me long to
develop a 'feel' for the way things interconnected, and what would
happen if something changed - a kind of sensing of a 'force' that
actually connected everything, and flowed through it. With that, my
athletics improved - I KNEW that if I threw the basketball with a
certain amount of force in a certain way, it would hit nothing but net;
I KNEW that if I waited to throw a baseball a second later, it would get
to the second baseman in time for him to tag out the runner coming from
first, but still let the other player head for third - only to be
trapped into a rundown.

It was when I started trying to draw on that force, that
interconnection, that I thought I'd die.

I'd put on my helmet in my lab, and was working on trying to draw on the
energy that I could sense. I could 'feel' it getting close, but couldn't
quite get it to happen - until I decided to simply open myself to it.
When I did that, it felt like a combination of having my body turn to
helium, I felt so light, and the pressure in my skull jump to about
50,000 psi. I passed out.

When I woke up, I had one HELL of a headache, and every muscle in my
body felt like it had been boiled for use as spaghetti - soft, limp, and
weak. All I could do was lay there, gasping, as I tried to sort out what
the hell had happened.

When I was finally able to get myself back together, I started looking
at the electronic records of what had happened - and found that it could
only be described as the mental equivalent of electronic positive
feedback. In essence, the outside energy that I'd tapped into had fed
back on what I already had and amplified it, letting in more of the
outside energy, amplifying what I already had inside, letting in more,
and so on. To this day, I'm both amazed and thankful that I didn't burn
out some mental circuit.

It was a few days before I dared try it again - and even then with no
small trepidation. But I had to *know*.

So I hooked myself up again, but this time, rather than simply opening
myself up to all the energy, I visualized a small spigot, and opened
*it*, instead.

And it worked.

Even as I could _feel_ the energy entering me, and my mind, I could see
the readouts on my test equipment showing that I was generating far and
above the normal levels of brain wave activity. So much so, in fact,
that I soon overloaded the machine, and it simply refused to display
anything other than error messages.

With that successful experiment, I went on to develop my newfound skills
and abilities, and in just a matter of a few weeks, had reached the
point where I could 'tap into' it easily, and with a minimum of effort.
I even tried experimenting in front of my family, and none of them ever
seemed to notice what I was doing.

From there, it was a short hop to finding out if I could apply what I'd
learned to people.

My sister's very best friend, Diane, stopped by late one afternoon. She
got there a little before Holly usually got home, and she sat in the
family room with me, watching TV until Holly arrived. Since I wasn't a
pain in the ass kind of brother, I was okay to sit with - for a little
while, anyway.

As we sat there, I realized that Diane wasn't bad looking. In fact, she
looked pretty damn good: straight dark hair to the middle of her back,
brown eyes, clear complexion, full lips, breasts about the size of half-
softballs. When she got up once, to get herself a drink of water, I also
saw that she had an uncommonly fine ass - tight and firm, that flowed
*very* nicely into her long, smooth legs.

When she sat down again, I got the idea of seeing if I couldn't draw on
The Force, as I'd taken to calling it, and use it to get her to do
something. In just a few seconds, I'd not only visualized the spigot
that I drew from; but also visualized the brain waves helmet I used over
her head, to help me concentrate on what control points I needed to use.

Thinking back over all the data I'd collected, I brought up the pattern
for an itch (I'd seen it often enough), and started to project it toward
her. After a few moments, I could see her starting to get mildly
uncomfortable, and realized that an itching sensation without a specific
spot was pretty useless. Shifting the pattern slightly, I had it seem to
be on the inside of her left thigh - and sure as hell, she absently
scratched at it.

Okay, maybe a coincidence. So I changed over to a sensation of cold, and
moved it to her breasts - and promptly saw her nipples harden under her
blouse as she shivered slightly.

I removed the cold sensation, and saw that her nipples gradually
disappeared. One final test.

"Diane?"

She turned to look at me, and I asked "Could you do me a favor, and
bring me a Coke?", I asked. Normally, she'd just look at me before
telling me to get it myself, but I projected the pattern for contentment
at her.

After a second, she smiled, and said "Sure, I guess I could do that.",
and got up, heading for the kitchen. It worked! I could actually use The
Force, the way old Obi-Wan did!

When she came back, I was careful to keep my face impassive, and when
she handed the Coke to me, thanked her before she sat down again.

A while later, Holly got home, and the two of them went up to her room
for whatever they were up to. It didn't matter to me - I was busy
thinking about the possibilities for what I'd just confirmed.

I have to admit that there was a LOT of temptation to just do as I damn
well pleased - but a couple of things kept me from it.

First, I still wasn't sure just what I could actually get away with.
Sure, I could control people to some extent, but it wasn't like they
were zombies, or anything. And besides, I LIVED here - people knew who I
was, and where I lived, and who my folks were, and all that kind of
stuff. Granted, I wasn't likely to be found out - but why risk it?

Second, I _really_ didn't have any desire to draw attention to myself,
or what I could do. I mean, this was the late 70's, right? There were
all these stories about stuff the government was doing, and the idea of
guys in suits showing up and hauling my ass off to prison, or to just
'disappear', REALLY didn't appeal to me. Paranoia? Sure. Justified? You
tell me - I've never pushed it too hard, and never gotten busted.

Anyway, with the discovery that I could manipulate people that way, I
was off and running. I'd 'scan' people to see what they were thinking
and feeling, and the more I did it, the better I got at it. It wasn't
like I could actually read their minds kind of thing. For people that I
didn't know very well, it was more of a vague impression of what they
were feeling in general - kind of like being able to read their
expression, only more so. With people that I *did* know, I could go so
far as to be able to get inside their skin, sort of, and experience some
of what they were: seeing, tasting, and so on. At the very best, all I
could do was get the general drift of what they were thinking, since
people think more in images than actual words. Nor could I actually
force them, or take over their minds. It was more like I could 'steer'
the way they thought, guiding them toward what I wanted.

I'd try impressing sensations and thought patterns on people; gently at
first, simply trying to bias them toward one thing or another, then as
my skill developed, almost bending them to my will. I never outright
'took over' anyone; instead, I chose to implant reasons and
justifications for them to do what I wanted, and used those to make the
desired adjustments. Interestingly, when they thought it was their own
idea, the changes I made to people seemed to be more effective and last
longer.

I was just past 16 when I got to this point, and chock full of hormones
and lust - and that made girls my favorite targets. I knew that I could
have any girl I wanted, but didn't want to raise too high of a profile;
so I contented myself with the 'average' girls at school. Not the
cheerleaders or popular girls, but the ones most folks never really
noticed; it didn't take me long to lose my virginity to one of them.
Whoever I went out with, I'd carefully scan them to see if they were
more interested in a good time, or were inclined toward something
'more'. Whichever the case, I'd meet their desires; and as I found out
later, it didn't take long for me to develop a reputation as someone
that was 'nice' to go out with - for whatever reason. For the ones that
just wanted to have fun, they always went home happy, thanks to my
ability to read what they wanted, and give it to them. Those that were
more available went home pleasantly satisfied after I impressed one or
two orgasms on them along the way to my own pleasure.

Even as I kept myself occupied with the girls at school, I didn't
neglect my two favorite subjects: my sister Holly, and her friend Diane.
Even two years younger than I was, both of them were knockouts, and I
delighted in being able to watch, and manipulate, them. With Holly
around most of the time, it didn't take me long to get her 'trained': I
could readily scan her, and whenever she had a question or problem,
gently insert the thought that I was her older brother, and could maybe
help out. Each time it happened, she was that much happier with me, and
more willing to seek me out the next time. Along the way, I started
calling her 'Pumpkin', as a left-handed compliment about the color of
her hair. I also gradually relaxed her toward the idea of letting me see
her in progressively more exposed states of dress (or should that be
undress?). Dark red slightly curly hair (Dad teased Mom about it for
years - neither of them had any known family with red hair), fair
complexion (but not the white-with-freckles that so many redheads have),
deep green eyes, and slender - but not thin - frame, she was always a
cutie. But when she started to sprout parts, well, she just went from
cute to cuter: medium-sized breasts, trim waist, and _very_ nicely
curved hips and ass.

It was a gradual process, so our folks didn't notice it - particularly
since the clothing part of it really only applied when they weren't
home, anyway. It also slid by Diane - except for the fact that as my
sister's best friend, she would be privy to Holly's thoughts about me,
and would be there to see that Holly was patently unconcerned about
letting me see her in just a bra and panties, for example - after all,
no more was showing than if she was wearing a bikini swimsuit, right? Of
course, I was always careful not to take any special notice of those
situations - other than to scan Diane, and increase her acceptance of me
as a benign presence that only took notice of them as required. It
didn't take long before Diane was perfectly comfortable matching Holly's
state of (un)dress, and making my life at home *ever* so much more
interesting and pleasant.

It was the summer between my Sophomore and Junior years - I'd turn 17
that summer - that it finally really hit me that I was just as willing
to jump my sister's bones as I was Diane's - and I began working to make
it happen.

In the back yard, we had an above-ground pool, with a nice deck on three
sides of it. I was on a chaise, under the claim I needed some sun - but
the goal, of course, was to watch Holly and Diane frolicking in their
as-small-as-they-could-get-away-with bikinis. The jiggling and bouncing
and tight, wet suits did wonders for my libido, and it didn't take long
before I had to 'sun my back' - that is, hide my erection from them so
they wouldn't know I was watching.

A bit later, they decided that some sun was called for, and moved to lie
in a couple of chaises on the other side of the 'horseshoe' from me. As
they settled in, I scanned them, and carefully went about making sure
they noticed how warm the sun was, and how sensual it felt. In short
order, both were feeling mildly aroused by it, and I went on to direct
each of them to really notice the other - how their nipples were
slightly erect, the smooth skin, the curves of breasts and thighs and
asses, and so on. With them aware of each other, I went on to plant the
idea in each of them that the other was attractive - with a slight hint
of sexuality added. To my surprise, both of them accepted the idea
without any fuss.

Over the next half hour or so, I gently and carefully increased the
overt sexuality of their thoughts about each other, so that they would
accept it more easily - Holly was quite accepting of it, with Diane
being only slightly less so. Scanning them almost continuously, I knew
that both of them were definitely feeling aroused, and more than a
little wet inside at the thoughts I was bringing into their minds.

After a while, I carefully got up, and headed into the house, "for a
nap" as I told them. Once up in my room - which overlooked the pool - I
carefully opened a window a crack, so I could hear when they started
talking, and started inserting images into their minds again. It wasn't
long before Holly sat up and asked Diane to put some oil on her - and
when Diane agreed, reached behind herself to untie her bikini top, then
drop it to the side.

"What are you *doing*?!", Diane demanded.

"I don't want any tan lines."

"But what if Mike comes back out here?"

"Pooh. When he takes a nap, he's good for *at least* an hour, usually
more. Besides, if he sees me, so what? It's not like he's going to DO
anything. Anyway, it might be kind of fun to see his reaction!", my
sister giggled.

Diane got a wicked grin, and followed Holly's example, removing her
bikini top and dropping it next to the chaise she was on. With both of
them in the sun, it was easy to see how they looked. Holly's breasts
weren't as large as Diane's, but still a nice size, generally conical,
and capped with small, rosy-pink areolas and smallish nipples. Firm,
they didn't sag at all, and hardly jiggled when she moved - and barely
even changed shape when she bent over to pick up the suntan oil next to
her chaise.

Diane's breasts, though larger, were more rounded, so they didn't seem
to stick out as much - clearly, they were just as firm as Holly's. They
were tipped with dark areolas and fair-sized nipples which were plainly
erect. As early in the summer as it was, both of them still had faint
tan lines - Diane's more obvious than Holly's; and somehow, more erotic
for the contrast.

Handing the bottle to Diane, Holly turned away so that Diane could apply
the oil to her back. I quickly directed Diane to do it slowly, and enjoy
the feel of my sister's skin under her hand - and saw her nipples erect
even more as she did. While she was busy, I moved into Holly's mind, and
found that she was enjoying Diane's touch. To that, I added a little
more pleasure, and some arousal, so that by the time Diane finished,
Holly's nipples were clearly hard, too.

At my 'suggestion', Holly turned around, and asked "Do my front, too?" -
surprising Diane, and, with my help, pleasing her. Another squirt of
oil, and Diane had her hands all over my sister's breasts, feeling their
weight and firmness, sizing them with her hands, running her palms and
thumbs over her nipples (which hardened even more in response, something
that delighted her), and enjoying the feel of Holly's skin under her
hands.

Diane continued to rub the oil into Holly's skin well past the point
necessary for simply 'helping out'. Only when Holly said "Want me to do
you, too?" - Diane easily understood the double meaning - did Diane
stop, and after only the briefest pause, hand the oil to Holly.

Holly made no pretense that she was 'just' applying suntan oil - she
went straight to Diane's breasts, without a word, cupping them and
holding them in the palms of her hands, running her fingers and palms
and thumbs over the nipples, and even squeezing them gently.

As Holly ran out of oil, and both of them started to pant slightly, she
moved closer to Diane, so that their faces were just a few inches apart.
She finally ended her attentions to Diane's breasts, and with a look
into Diane's eyes, moved in to kiss her softly on the lips. The kiss
lasted only a few seconds, and when it broke, they looked deeply into
each other's eyes for several long seconds - before Diane moved forward
to kiss her, in return. Their second kiss lasted longer, and as it
progressed, both of them reached a hand up to cup the other's breast,
and run a thumb over its nipple. I reached out to read Diane, and found
that she was not only excited by the kiss, but wanting more from it; I
carefully guided her to open her lips, and touch my sister's lips with
her tongue - and felt her surprise and pleasure when Holly returned her
overtures. It wasn't long before the two of them were engaged in a
fierce, if friendly and passionate, tongue duel as they caressed each
other's breasts, then bodies.

Only when Holly, under my direction, laid a hand on her thigh did Diane
break the kiss, saying "That... that was really...something. I think I'd
better take a dip to cool off, before the, uh, sun gets to me" before
standing up and moving over to jump into the pool. Holly watched her for
a few seconds before getting up to join her; the two of them quickly let
the event drop into the background as they went back to splashing each
other as they played in the pool for a while before getting back out to
lay in the sun again - this time, without any offers or requests for
help with suntan oil.

I took my nap, and woke up about an hour or so later. I reached out to
them, and had them remember their willingness to tease me by finding out
what my reaction would be to finding them both topless on the pool deck.
That done, I went downstairs and made a little noise, so they'd know
that I was up from my nap, before grabbing a Coke and heading back out
to the pool. I scanned them as I approached, and found that both of them
were eagerly waiting to see me freak out (Holly) or lose control
(Diane).

I surprised both of them by pausing by where they were laying, and when
they looked up at me, simply said "Nice tits" before continuing on my
way to set my Coke next to a chaise, then jumping into the pool for a
couple of (fairly short) laps. As I swam, I probed them, and found that
both of them were disappointed that I didn't have the
anticipated/desired reaction, pleased at my comment, and wondering what
the hell to do next in response. I planted an idea in Holly's mind, and
she quickly huddled with Diane to discuss it - and a minute later, both
of them jumped into the pool with me, still topless.

Diane got behind me, and swam underwater to my legs as Holly moved in to
try and push me off-balance with Diane's help. Of course, it was my
idea, so it didn't work as well as they wanted, and they tried again,
and again. Before long, we were playing in the pool, trying to dunk each
other in ever-changing two-on-one attacks. Along the way, there was
plenty of grabbing and touching, and both of them had more than one feel
of my semi-erect penis through my trunks, just as I had more than a few
passing feels of their breasts against me, and even in my hands. As long
as we were 'playing', none of us made any big deal of it; but my scans
of them found that both of them were well aware of my situation, and
appreciative of it. They were just as pleased by my 'innocent' contact
with them, and slightly aroused by it.

I finally let them dunk me, and with a protest that I was getting tired,
I got out of the pool. I was careful to stand in profile as I dried
myself off, so that they could see that I was almost completely erect
from our play. As I sat down and put my sunglasses on, they whispered
with each other, and then casually got out of the pool to take their own
seats opposite me, on the edge of the pool - where I could not only see
their breasts, but the way their wet suits molded to the curves of their
asses, and pubic areas. Both had a distinct line where their cleft was,
and the way the suits fit, I could tell that both had nice growths of
pubic hair - Holly's being slightly larger.

The pool was toward the side of the house where the garage was, and we
could all hear as my folks got home from a small shopping expedition.
Both girls quickly moved to put their tops back on, and with them
securely in place, looked at me as though begging me not to say anything
to Mom and Dad.

Mom came out into the back yard, and after a Look at Holly's suit - Mom
was more tolerant of it than Dad, but even SHE thought it was a bit
small - asked me "Is everything okay, Mike?"

I assured her it was, and she asked if there had been any trouble;
again, I assured her that everything was fine - to the girl's obvious
relief. She started to ask me something else, but the phone rang, and
she went in to answer it. Diane and Holly both looked over at me, and
smiled their appreciation of my covering for them before lying down on
their chaises again.

Several minutes later, Mom and Dad came out to the pool, looking
troubled. I sat up when I saw them, and when the girls saw me move,
looked at them, too, and sat up just as quickly.

With our attention on them, Dad told us that the phone call had been our
Aunt Paula who'd called to tell them that our Uncle Jack had been hurt
on their farm, and was going in for emergency surgery. Both Holly and I
liked Paula and Jack, and immediately asked if he would be okay. Mom
looked at Dad, then told us that Jack was expected to be out of the
hospital the next day, but that he wouldn't be able to work the farm for
several days. Then Dad told us that he and Mom were going to go to Paula
and help her out while Jack was out of commission. Holly and I looked at
each other, and asked when we were going. Mom told us that it was just
them that were going - that Holly and I were to stay home and take care
of the place, since there wasn't any way to make arrangements for all of
us to be gone on such short notice. Both of us protested, but Dad
quickly cut us short, telling us that that was the way it was going to
be - and thanking us for wanting to help. Then he told us that he and
Mom were going to be hitting the road within the hour, and that they
were leaving us some money and one of their credit cards - strictly for
emergencies! - to keep us in food and such while they were gone. They
also assured us that they'd call us every so often to let us know how
things were going.

Holly started to cry a little then, and Diane moved over to hold her,
and comfort her; Mom and Dad saw it, and told her that she was welcome
to stay with us, if she wanted to, for a couple of days to keep Holly
company. Diane nodded at that, but most of her attention was on Holly.

When they headed back inside, I followed them at Dad's gesture, and as
they packed, they gave me the 'house rules' for while they were gone -
along with $300 and Dad's credit card. The house rules were pretty
simple: 1> no parties, 2> Diane could stay for as long as she wanted, as
long as her parents okayed it, 3> no PARTIES, 4> Holly was explicitly
prohibited from swimming anyplace but home - neither Mom nor Dad trusted
her to wear a 'decent' suit anywhere else without their checking it, 5>
NO parties, 6> I was in charge, AND RESPONSIBLE: if they got home and
found out that I'd abused my authority, I was dead meat; Holly and Diane
would be so informed of this fact - both to encourage them to behave,
and to fink on me if I got crazy. Oh, yeah, and rule number six: NO
PARTIES! Sending out for pizza and such for meals was okay, as long as
we didn't eat the same thing all the time; fast food was okayed, as
well, but we were 'encouraged' to eat properly. At that age, Diane and I
shared the view that the four food groups were Pizza Hut, McDonalds,
Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Taco Bell - with Dairy Queen as a
supplement.

By the time they finished, Holly and Diane were both back inside the
house, waiting in the kitchen for Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad told them the
rules, too, and Diane was a little better able to thank them for the
invitation - despite Dad's dirty looks at Holly's choice of swimwear.
After hugs and kisses, and a reminder where Paula and Jack's phone
number was, and a promise to call if there were any problems, Mom and
Dad were back in the car and on the road - leaving me, Holly, and Diane
standing there looking at each other, wondering what to do next.

Diane finally spoke up, saying that she needed to call her folks if she
was going to stay, then moving to the phone. Holly and I stood there,
openly listening to her as she told her parents what had happened, and
about the invitation. They wanted to speak to me, and when I took the
phone, asked if it was true. I said that it was, and they quickly asked
me to give my aunt and uncle their best wishes, and their approval for
Diane to stay with us. As long as she and Holly had been friends, the
two of them sleeping over with each other wasn't any big deal; the only
thing that made this time special was the duration, and circumstances. I
handed the phone back to Diane, and we listened as she told them she'd
be fine - she and Holly were close enough to the same size that they
could share clothes, and yes, she'd call them if it was going to be more
than a couple of days.

That settled, we all decided to grab a shower to clean off from the
pool, and get dressed. Being in charge, I got to go first, and I was
distracted enough that I made it quick, leaving them plenty of hot water
for their shower - which each took separately.

I was in the living room, with the TV on but not watching it, when they
came in to join me - one on each side of me, as though for comfort.
Diane had been with Holly up to Paula and Jack's farm, and had fallen in
love with it, and them, so she felt worried about them just as Holly and
I did. We sat like that for a couple of hours, just holding each other,
before my stomach let out a loud growl. Diane asked if anyone else was
hungry, too, and Holly finally admitted that she was too - but not in
any mood to fix anything. Diane said she'd take care of it, for us to go
ahead and stay there - she'd call us when it was ready. With that, she
got up and headed into the kitchen. A few minutes later, I could smell
the tempting aroma of the roast beef Mom had made a couple of days
before; and a little while later, Diane told us it was ready. When Holly
and I got to the kitchen, we saw that Diane had set the meal up in the
breakfast nook - large enough to hold all of us, but small enough to be
comfortable. She'd not only heated up the roast beef, but leftover
mashed potatoes and green beans. We helped ourselves, and ate, though
without the usual banter and appetite that accompanied our meals.

When we were done, Holly and I cleared the table as we usually did, then
the three of us got together to do the dishes - I washed, Diane dried,
and Holly put things away. We hadn't any more than gotten back to the
living room when the phone rang - I beat Holly to it only by virtue of
being standing when it rang, while she was already seated. It was Mom
and Dad, and they let us know that they'd made it fine, and that Jack
was out of surgery. Everything had gone fine, and he would be released
to go home the next day; the doctors said he would be back to normal in
a week, or so. I relayed the news to Holly and Diane, and both of them
started crying in relief as they hugged each other. Mom and Dad said
they would be staying with Paula and Jack for three or four days, then
heading home; which I also relayed to the girls. Mom asked if we'd eaten
yet, and I told her that we'd just finished the roast beef from a couple
of nights before. She had trouble believing it, but finally accepted
what I told her - after I described the dishes it had been in. Dad told
us again to be careful and watch out, but that everything was fine; and
repeating when they'd be home. I let Holly talk to him, then Mom, and
when they were done, she hung up the phone. Turning to Diane and me, she
said "They just said everything was going to be okay, and for us to take
care of ourselves." - then rushed into my arms, as did Diane, the three
of us hugging each other in relief.

When we finally separated, both of them blushed slightly, and Diane said
"I don't know about you two, but I could go for some entertainment -
something to brighten things up around, here, preferably."

Holly quickly agreed, as did I, and after a few minutes discussion, we
decided to go to a recently opened video store where our family had an
account set up, and rent a couple of movies. Along the way, we were
going to stop by Diane's house, so she could get some clothes, and let
her parents know that my Uncle was okay.

We could have taken my car - an old '57 Ford Fairlane that I'd worked on
to speed it up - but I thought it would look more 'responsible' if I
drove my mom's station wagon. We piled in, and headed for the store,
where it didn't take us long to settle on a comedy, and to my mixed
pleasure and surprise, a horror movie. That done, we stopped off at
Diane's house, and as she got some clothes together, Holly told her
parents the good news. They seemed a trifle concerned at Diane staying
with us, and when I scanned them, found out they were a little worried
about whether or not I was mature enough. I casually mentioned that even
though Dad had left me his credit card, we'd paid for the movies
ourselves, and that I'd driven us to the video store and their house in
my Mom's car. That seemed to reassure them, and when Diane came
downstairs with a small bag of clothes, they told us to be careful and
stay out of trouble - but in a happy, friendly tone that let us know
they cared, without being Parental.

We piled back into the car, and when we got home, Diane and Holly
immediately demanded that we watch the comedy first. I was fine with
that - that meant the horror movie would be the last thing we watched
before we went to bed, and I *knew* how they reacted to being
frightened.

We quickly got organized for the movie marathon: we agreed to watch it
on the floor in front of the couch in the living room, so Holly got some
pillows and a couple of blankets to lay on. Diane made a HUGE batch of
buttered popcorn as I went around making sure all the doors and windows
were locked, at their insistence, and got the TV and VCR set up.

When everything was ready, and all of us seated, I hit the play button
on the VCR, starting some old Jerry Lewis thing that soon had us
laughing hysterically, tears running down our faces. It probably wasn't
really that funny, but after the emotional roller coaster of Uncle Jack,
it was more than enough to cheer us up.

When the movie ended, all of us were laying on the floor, our sides sore
from laughing so hard. As the VCR switched over to rewind the tape, I
said that I was a little warm, and that I was going upstairs to change
into something cooler; Holly and Diane both said that they were going to
go ahead and change for bed - they didn't want to waste any time between
when the movie ended, and when they felt nice and safe in Holly's bed. I
said I'd probably stay up for a bit after the movie, but their idea
sounded good - and implanted the idea in them to replay their topless
stunt from that afternoon, as a way to tease, and test, me. As the movie
rewound, we all headed upstairs to change. I put on a pair of cutoff
sweats that I liked to sleep in, and headed back downstairs, where I got
the movies changed over, and got us all another drink before dimming the
lights for 'atmosphere'.

I was sitting in front of the couch, leaning back against it, when Holly
and Diane came in - wearing only panties and a smile. They stood in
front of me for a second before and Holly asked "Still think we have
nice tits, Mike?", with a grin on her face. With that kind of
invitation, I took my time looking them over before answering "Sure -
but you're in front of the TV. Plant yourselves, and I'll get the movie
started." Both of them blushed slightly, and sat down - one on each
side, in anticipation of grabbing me during the scary parts. I started
the VCR, and off we went.

Sure as hell, every time there was something scary happening, or
something happened real sudden, both of them would grab an arm, and
'hide' behind me while peeking over my shoulder to see what would happen
next. I kept my hands to myself, but enjoyed the feel of their bodies
pressing against me - and took advantage of the opportunity they
presented. *I* didn't think the movie was all that scary, so I scanned
them fairly often, and after each scary scene, I'd carefully nudge their
fear over into arousal - interestingly, the two patterns are very
similar in women, so it wasn't difficult to do. Before long, I could
detect the faint, pleasant aroma of excited female from both of them;
between it and the feel of their bodies pressing against me, I had a
full-blown raging hard-on tenting my sweats. Fortunately, they'd pulled
a blanket up to cover their heads with, and it was enough to conceal the
bulge.

When the movie ended, both of them were huddled against me, shivering
slightly from the adrenaline shots they'd gotten. I calmly announced
that I was going to turn the lights out, and go to bed - and if they
wanted to see where they were going on the way to Holly's room, they'd
better get their butts moving. With considerable trepidation, they got
up, letting the blanket fall onto my lap (thankfully), and revealing
that both of them had erect nipples, and unless my eyes deceived me,
damp panties. They started edging toward the stairs, and I couldn't help
but suddenly shout as I slapped both of them on the backside - causing
both of them to shriek in fear, and make a mad dash for Holly's room as
though the devil himself were after them. Only when I heard them clear
the stairs did they realize that it had been me, and Diane called down
"Mike, you TURD! I'll get you for that!". My only reply was to laugh,
and answer "Not if you scare THAT easy, Diane! Better get in bed before
the Boogey Man comes and gets you!" - and reaching into their minds to
change the last scare into physical desire.

A minute later, I heard the door to Holly's room open, then shut, and
knew that I could get up and finish securing the house for the night
without worrying about anyone seeing the log in my pants.

As I headed for the stairs, I got an idea, and grabbed one of the
blankets we'd been sitting on, then reached out to Diane's mind to plant
an idea.

After climbing the stairs, I tossed the blanket over my head and turned
out the lights before heading down the hall. As I got close to the door
to Holly's room, I could hear them giggling inside. When I got next to
it, it suddenly opened up, and Diane jumped out in an effort to scare me
- only to find the undefined shape of _something_ in front of her that
suddenly raised it's arms(??) and *lunged* at her. She screamed, scaring
Holly, and all but fell over herself to get back into Holly's room -
only to hear my laughter as I made my way into my own room. As I closed
the door behind me. I could hear her shout "You are such a TURD,
Michael!", followed by Holly's laughter.

Once in the sanctity of my room, I lay down, then reached out to find
that both of them were suitably buzzed from that last adrenaline rush,
and not likely to fall asleep any time soon. Both were also aroused from
the effects of the movie - by way of me. With them primed that way, I
inserted the memory of their encounter that afternoon, and how it had
affected them; both recalled it with pleasure, and I went on to insert
the desire to not only repeat it, but to let it continue past it's
previous point. Between the adrenaline rush they'd just gotten, and the
fear-turned-arousal of the movie, both were quite open to the idea; so I
went on to plant the thought of relieving themselves, and each other, of
the tension they felt. Holly was pretty much agreeable to the idea, but
uncertain as to Diane's willingness; when I scanned Diane, she seemed
hesitant. Further probing revealed that the idea of intimacy with
another girl made her worry that she was lesbian, even though she
thought of boys, too. I carefully brought out the idea of making out
with boys, and even having sex with them, into her mind. That
established, it was on to help her realize that if she was thinking of
boys first, she couldn't possibly be lesbian - lesbians didn't think of
boys at all, that way. So, as long as she thought of boys, then anything
she did with a girl was just 'feeling good', and nothing to worry about.
While I was at it, I made sure that when she had a thought of making out
or having sex with a boy, it would be ME that she thought of - and then
did the same to Holly.

With both of them now open to the idea of intimacy with each other, I
continued to scan them as they moved to 'go to bed', though sleep was
the farthest thing on either's mind.

With a little effort, I found that could split my attention between
them; the effect was that I could 'watch' them from each other's
perspective - even as one of them was doing something, I could
simultaneously experience it from the other's view. It was both a little
frightening, and erotic as hell.

After they'd lie down and pulled the covers up, they lay there for a
while, talking about the movies, and what had happened during the day -
while carefully avoiding the subject of what had happened between them
next to the pool. Neither of them was willing to bring it up directly,
so I gently nudged Holly into saying something to open the subject up
between them.

"I really appreciate you staying here with me tonight. Especially after
that MOVIE! It almost scared the pee out of me!", she said.

"I'm glad to be here, too - even if Mike DID scare me so bad out there
in the hall, and after watching THAT movie. Damn right it was Friday the
13th - for a whole LOT of people!"

"Yeah! Still, it feels good to have you here with me - now I've got
somebody to hide behind if anyone shows up!", Holly teased.

Diane got a play-indignant look on her face, and reached out to try and
tickle Holly - who expected it, and resisted. In short order, they were
wrestling playfully, and had pushed the bedcovers out of the way; and
not long after that, they'd worked off some of the adrenaline in their
systems, and calmed down enough to lie next to each other, touching.

Holly had her hand on Diane's waist, and softly stroked it a few times
before saying "Your skin is so soft and smooth; it really surprised me
this afternoon - you know, out by the pool."

Diane blushed slightly, and replied "I was kind of surprised, too. I
mean, I _really_ didn't expect you to just take your top off like that;
and then when you turned around and asked me to do your front, well it
just surprised the hell out of me!"

"But you did it. And it felt good. Really good.", Holly responded, her
nipples erecting slightly.

"It felt pretty good to me, too - both ways.", Diane answered, noticing
Holly's reaction, and mirroring it.

Holly moved forward, and kissed Diane on the lips - and this time, there
wasn't any delay or hesitation; Diane willingly parted her lips, and the
two of them began kissing deeply, and passionately as their hands began
to again explore each other's bodies. Waists, arms, breasts, and
shoulders, everything above the waist was fair game; at least, at first.
But it was Diane that was the first to reach down to touch Holly's thigh
- first on the outside of one, then the inside of the other. Encouraged
by Diane's advances, Holly didn't delay in starting her own
explorations. Laying her hand on Diane's hip, Holly enjoyed the smooth
softness of it before sliding her hand down and back, to cup Diane's ass
cheek in her hand before caressing it, and giving it a number of soft
squeezes.

From Diane's ass, Holly moved on to caress the inside of her thigh -
first near Diane's knee, then slowly upwards, until she was lightly
touching Diane's pubis. At that point, Diane took her hand gently, and
said "Just so you know - that movie got me really hot. I mean, I'm
pretty wet inside, so you don't have to, uh, do anything if you don't
want to."

Holly just smiled at her, then replied "It's okay. It did the same thing
to me. If you don't mind, I don't! It might even be kinda fun to, uh,
get off with each other, you know?"

With that, Diane released Holly's hand - which promptly moved up to cup
her sex, pressing her middle finger against Diane's cleft through her
panties. In response, Diane did the same to her, so the two of them they
lay there with a hand at each other's crotch as they began kissing
again.

As their kisses intensified, both of them began rubbing each other's
mounds, focusing mostly on the other's clitoral area. It didn't take
long before both felt as aroused and wet as they'd ever been - and both
were fully aware of the other's aroma, as well as their own. A few
minutes later, Holly broke the kiss to say "I... I want to feel you.
Skin to skin. Let's take our panties off!"

Diane answered by saying "No - let's take *each other's* panties off!",
with a grin. Holly quickly nodded her agreement, and pivoted herself so
that her head was at Diane's hips, and lay on her side as she reached
out to slide her fingers under the waistband of Diane's panties - even
as Diane was doing much the same to her. By unspoken agreement, they
each slid the other's panties down, revealing the other's pubic bush,
before continuing to slide them down smooth, firm thighs, past nicely
turned calves, and further; until both lay there, naked, facing the
other's downy pubic mound.

Holly was first to raise her leg, and place her foot behind her bottom
leg, opening herself to Diane's view - and a moment later, Diane did the
same. With their panties off, and legs parted, the heady aroma each had
noted became even stronger, drawing their faces closer to the other's
mons. With a glance at each other, they moved their heads forward, Diane
examining the parted lips and glistening center of Holly's femaleness,
even as Holly was making the same discovery about her.

I scanned each of them in turn, so as to 'see' what they did: Holly saw
a narrow wedge of dark, short, soft hair that ran from just above
Diane's pubic bone to taper off quickly as it passed her vaginal
opening. Diane's labia were thin, and well-defined; parted around her
vaginal opening which all but drooled her liquid arousal. Diane's
clitoris wasn't fully visible, but clearly erect. For her part, Diane
faced a tuft of rust-red hair, somewhat sparse and slightly curled, that
started at Holly's pubic bone and ended abruptly just past the bottom of
her opening. Holly's labia were of medium thickness, and extended,
making them plainly visible through her hair. They were also well-
parted, framing the obviously wet opening of her vagina. Where they came
together at the top, they neatly flowed under the hood of Holly's
clitoris, which was fully erect, and glistening.

Holly was the first to reach out, softly running her fingertips through
Diane's bush, finding it soft and sensual; Diane quickly followed her
example to discover much the same about Holly's intimate down. Then she
went on to gently trace a finger between Holly's labia, pausing to press
softly at Holly's entrance, and getting a gasping moan for her efforts.
She dipped a finger into the wetness she found. When she withdrew it,
Holly looked at her, and she returned the look as she pointedly put the
finger in her mouth, tasting Holly's salty/musky essence. Holly's eyes
closed for several seconds as a wave of excitement washed over her.
Then, as Diane watched, Holly did much the same, drawing a finger
between her vaginal lips, collecting a fair sample of Diane's oils on
her finger before looking into Diane's eyes as she slowly wrapped her
lips around it and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes widening as she
discovered the earthy/sweet taste was as good as the smell.

When she'd cleaned her finger of Diane's essence, Holly didn't hesitate
to put her face between Diane's legs, and extend her tongue to draw it
slowly, and gently, across Diane's opening - and drawing a moan from
Diane as her legs quickly parted to make her sex more accessible to
Holly. A few more swipes of Holly's tongue, and Diane finally got
herself together enough to reciprocate. In less than a minute, both were
avidly licking at each other's opening, savoring the nectar they found;
and delighting in the sensations they were receiving. A few minutes
later, both were gasping and moaning in desire and pleasure as they
quickly brought each other to an ever higher level of arousal.

It was Diane, again, that took the next step in their increasing
intimacy and pleasure by extending her efforts to include Holly's
clitoris - first licking across it, and when Holly responded favorably
(!!) and did the same to her, went on to use her tongue to massage it,
and then put her lips around it and suck on it gently. Holly readily
followed her lead, and the two of them seemed to feed off each other
(pun intended), their excitement and lust steadily increasing.

While Diane was the more sexually inquisitive of the two, the one who
tended to move first, Holly was the more enthusiastic, the more
'intense' - and it was Holly that managed to bring Diane to orgasm first
- a fast, hard one that left her gasping as she quickly applied herself
to bringing Holly to release as well. She succeeded, admirably - Holly
found herself going through a deep, intense, LOUD release.

With the noise, I had an excuse to look in on them, and quickly went to
Holly's door. I knocked briefly, and after a couple of seconds, opened
it, to find the two of them laying on the bed, on their backs, faces
shiny with each other's juices - and the smell of aroused female thick
in the air. When the door opened, both turned to look at me, and it took
them a couple of seconds to realize who it was - even when they did,
they were too wasted on after orgasm glow to much care.

I just looked them over before saying "It's cool if you want to get off
- just keep the noise down, okay?"

Both eventually managed to nod, and I went back out into the hall,
closing the door behind me. Shortly after I heard it latch, I heard them
start giggling on the other side.

I was in the kitchen late the next morning, waiting for the coffee to
finish brewing (I'd started drinking it the previous winter), when they
came in. Both were dressed only in panties, and neither *seemed* to have
the slightest concern about it - but when I scanned them, both were
mildly worried that I might say something about it. The view was nice,
so I didn't.

Both rattled around the kitchen for a minute or so before Diane turned
to me to ask if I'd had breakfast yet. I told her no, and she and Holly
went into a huddle for several moments before she turned back to me and
offered to make breakfast for ALL of us. I was being included 'for being
so cool last night'. I accepted, and after a brief discussion, we
settled on French toast.

After breakfast, we sat around for a while before changing into our
suits and heading out to lie around on the deck, next to the pool. Diane
and Holly both showed up wearing only their suit bottoms. As the day
warmed up, we all took turns taking brief dips into the pool - until
mid-afternoon when Holly quietly announced that she didn't want ANY tan
lines, and took of her swimsuit bottoms. A couple of minutes later,
Diane did the same - and a couple minutes after THAT, both started
teasing me about not following their example. I listened to it for a
while before finally standing up and calmly dropping my suit before
laying back down on the chaise I was on - face up, my feet toward them
as they sat there in stunned silence. I scanned them, and found that
both were extremely surprised that I had actually done it - and aroused
at the sight of my semi-erect penis.

It was maybe half an hour later when the two of them jumped into the
pool to cool off; I heard them whispering a bit, and then heard some
splashing before I was suddenly hit with a wave of water they'd managed
to generate. The water was more than a little cool, and I quickly sat up
to their amused laughter. I gave them a play-dirty look, and said "Do
that again, and you WILL be sorry!". They shared a look, and promptly
splashed me again; my response was to release a low war-cry as I stood,
then moved over to jump into the pool with them. Both shrieked, and
headed for a different part of the pool, but it didn't do them any good
- I was both bigger than they were, and a *much* better swimmer; it
didn't take me long to catch each of them and dunk them by tossing them
into the air to fall back into the water.

Their response was to try and gang up on me to dunk me, too. They
succeeded a few times, but not nearly as much as they'd have liked. I
scanned them, and found that they weren't trying to actually dunk me all
that hard - they were less interested in the results than the process:
they were having more fun touching me, and rubbing up against me, in the
EFFORT to dunk me. Truth be told, I felt pretty much the same way - it
was *way* more pleasurable holding their naked, slippery bodies against
mine as I tried to get enough of a grip on them to dunk them.

Things eventually cooled off as far as dunking was concerned, but there
still remained a policy of grope-and-release - and all of us took full
advantage of it, copping feels, fondling anything we could lay hands on,
and just generally rubbing against each other. It didn't take me long to
sprout an erection, which quickly became the focus of their attention,
thought they didn't ignore my ass or chest or legs. Nor did I ignore
theirs!

I think we all decided pretty close to the same time that things were
getting a bit too intimate, and that we'd better cool things off;
finally breaking apart to get out of the pool, and lay on our respective
lounges to warm up from the water, and cool off from the contact. None
of us was bashful about eyeballing the others, enjoying the views we
saw, though.

The rest of the day went by without any more group-gropes of that
magnitude; that's not to say that there wasn't more than a little grab-
ass at various points - just that we were careful to keep it playful,
not passionate.

As afternoon turned into evening, we made our way back into the house,
in search of food. None of us had any interest in the few leftovers in
the fridge, and quickly agreed on pizza - and took much longer to settle
on the toppings. As we waited for it to be delivered, we decided that
we'd better get dressed; Diane and Holly put their swimsuits back on
while I headed upstairs to put on some jeans and a shirt.

When we'd finished eating, I pointed out that we could take the movies
back, and get a couple more; the girls quickly agreed, and went upstairs
to change so they could go with me - somehow, I doubted the video store
would fully appreciate a couple of nubile young teenyboppers marginally
dressed in bikinis of questionably legal sizes.

The rest of the evening went pretty much the same way as the one before
- me in my cutoff sweats, them in panties only. This time, though,
rather than trying to hide behind me, they pulled my arms around them -
giving me ample opportunity to feel their warm, smooth, firm bodies
against mine. Again, I reached into their minds, and changed their fear
into arousal - and was rewarded with 'casual' touching of their breasts
as they held my hands to their chests.

When the movies ended, we cleaned up the living room, and went to bed -
in our own beds. I scanned them for a little bit, and was 'present' as
they started another 'encounter'. One they managed to keep down to a
dull roar as they brought each other to orgasm.

The rest of the time our folks were gone, Diane, Holly, and I spent
plenty of time together - swimming, sunbathing, watching movies, and so
on. Clothing was way casual, but nudity wasn't out of the question,
either. We also continued to 'play' with each other - touching,
fondling, and groping as we played in the pool, watched movies, and so
on, though it never reached the same 'intensity' as that first afternoon
we were on our own.

Our folks got home as planned, and were pleasantly surprised to find the
house clean and undamaged, no reports of riots, no fights, no parties,
and that we'd apparently eaten properly. They got their $300 back along
with Dad's credit card; he seemed pleased that we'd been as responsible
as we had. Both of them also seemed curiously refreshed, considering why
they'd been gone.

As the summer progressed, so did the intimacy between Diane and Holly -
and between them and me. It didn't take long before it wasn't any big
deal for one of us to see any of the others nude - mostly me and Holly,
but when she was around, Diane, too. And it didn't take us to be
comfortable with casual touching; none of us hesitated to play with one
or both of the other's asses, and it was fine with them if I wanted to
cop a feel - as long as it wasn't someplace public or where someone
might see; and naturally enough, I was cool with them reaching down to
check me out, as well. Scanning them, I knew damn well that they would
sometimes use ME to get _each other_ worked up. They were even willing
to sit on my lap for a little mutual touching when they got to the point
of coming to me with their 'boy questions', as they called them. They
had finally been allowed to go out on group dates with boys, and were
frequently confused and/or offended by some of the actions taken by the
guys they met; they'd come to me with questions about what was so-and-so
doing, what was he trying to prove, etc. My two-year age advantage made
me close enough in age to be able to understand their questions and
answer them, but still old enough not to be guilty of the offenses.
Those questions frequently turned into discussions that occasionally
turned into requests for me to 'speak' to the guilty party - something I
did with great pleasure. There were seldom second offenses, and NEVER a
third. And I only had to pound one of the little shits into the ground.
After that, word spread real fast that when Holly or Diane said 'no',
'no' it was.

Of course, we all kept all this pretty low-key around Mom and Dad, and
other people; but when we were alone, things were WAY more relaxed and
intimate.

In August, Mom and Dad made arrangements for a vacation - they were
going to go on a cruise, while Holly and I were to go up to Paula and
Jack's farm. Holly brought up the question of whether Diane could come
along, and after checking with Jack, got her request approved. Jack and
Paula didn't have any kids of their own; something to do with Paula from
what I'd heard Mom and Dad saying a few times, but they loved each
other, and us. Whenever we went up to their farm, they made sure that we
had something to do to help out with the chores, but they didn't try to
work us to death, either - it was more like "Mike, I need you to get
that hay up into the loft in the next couple of days", and then Jack
would leave me alone to do it. I'd get it done before the deadline
without having to rush, and he'd have something else for me - but never
anything that I couldn't take a little time to get finished, so that I
had plenty of time to relax and have fun. It worked the same way with
Holly and Diane: always something to do, but nothing they needed to
hurry at. Of course, we all still helped out with the regular stuff:
collecting eggs from the chickens, helping with milking the cows in the
evening (mostly directing traffic; the cows seemed to know what was
going on better than we did), helping with meals and laundry, and so on.
I think they did it as much to be able to tell our folks that we 'helped
out', as to keep us from getting bored.

They were also a lot more tolerant of what we wore when we went down to
one of the stock ponds to swim in the afternoons. The first time, Aunt
Paula kind of gave Holly and Diane the fisheye when she saw the suits
they were wearing, but when I didn't seem to notice or care, didn't say
anything - with my help, of course. Nor did Uncle Jack (again, with my
help) when he was driving by on the tractor (the one piece of Big Farm
Machinery I could correctly identify 3 times out of 4). The only time it
came up was a couple days later, at supper. We were having some of Aunt
Paula's incredible fried chicken (I've never found anything even CLOSE
to it), when he said to Holly and Diane "You girls are starting to get
some kinda growed up", before turning to me and asking "Don't you think,
there, Mike?". I glanced at them, and said "Yeah, I suppose", before
starting to wrap myself around another chicken thigh. My apparent
indifference to them seemed to satisfy him, and after that, neither he
nor Paula said another thing to any of us about it - or the time we
spent at the different stock ponds and tanks on their property. We were
always careful to use one of them that the animals wouldn't be near -
not out of any fear of the animals or anything like that, but simply
because none of us had any particular desire to go swimming in horse
slobber, or have to walk through cow flop to get there. Yeah, I know,
typical city-kid attitudes. So? We WERE city kids, and didn't see any
particular merit to communing with nature THAT close.

Uncle Jack wasn't a lazy man, by any stretch of the imagination - but he
was careful to work SMART. He'd set the stock tanks up so that they were
pretty much grouped together: where different areas came together, he'd
put the tanks in the corners, so that there was only the one water pump
and a little piping involved. That meant that while us kids were in one
tank, the animals might be in one or more of the fields next to us,
generally not too far from the water. The net result was that whenever
one of the males felt a little frisky, we were there to watch as he
started trying to romance a female - and more than once, watched as they
bred.

As a teenage male, the effect on me was involuntary - I couldn't HELP
but sprout an erection; the girls invariable noticed, and with only a
little help from me, soon felt their own arousal at the shows we got.

So when the three of us watched a stallion breed a mare, all three of us
made a rapt audience for his 'performance'. A quick scan of Diane and
Holly showed that they were about as excited as I was at the show.

I took the opportunity to plant an idea in Diane's mind, since she was
the more adventurous of the two: the idea was that SHE wanted to get at
least a *little* bit of an idea of what the mare was feeling.

She surprised the hell out of Holly when she reached under the water to
pull off the bottoms of her suit, laying them on the side of the stock
tank. Holly looked at her, and asked "Diane! What are you *doing*?!"

Diane answered Holly while looking straight into my eyes: "I want to
know what it's like for that mare when the stallion is on her. I want
Mike to put his finger in me."

"But why MIKE? Why not just use your *own* finger?", Holly asked, still
shocked.

"Because I don't think my finger is big enough. Mike's hands are *way*
bigger than mine, but not so big they'll hurt me. And I trust him not to
try to, uh, do anything more."

Holly looked at me, and I scanned her to discover that while she was
shocked at the idea, she was also a bit excited by it. It didn't take
much to make her a willing observer, and even start her thinking about
the idea herself.

I asked Diane what she had in mind, and she told me "I want you to put
your hand between my legs, and kind of, uh, play with me a little bit.
When I tell you it's okay, you can put your finger in me - but go slow,
so if it starts to hurt or anything, I can tell you. I know you've been
out with other girls, so you know what to do; just remember that I'm
still a virgin, okay?"

I nodded, and turned myself so that I was crouching at the side of the
tank, kind of propped up against it. Diane hesitantly came over to stand
in front and to the side of me, and nodded to me when I looked into her
eyes. With her ready, I carefully reached forward to lay my hand on the
outside of her mound, getting a good feel of the soft hair of her bush
for the first time.

I slowly drew my fingertip across the outside of her mons, and heard her
gasp softly as it crossed the nubbin of her clitoris. Extending my
finger, I curled it again, letting the end slip between the delicate
folds of her labia - and watched as she bent her knees and spread her
legs to give me better access to her opening. I finished moving my
finger by letting it softly press against her clitoris again, and her
moan in response. When Holly heard that, she moved over to stand next to
us, looking down to where she could see my hand between Diane's thighs.

The third time I lay my finger along Diane's cleft, I deliberately left
it laying there, pressed against her - waiting to see what she would do.
She surprised me by reached down to lay her hand on where my erect penis
was tenting the front of my suit, telling me "I... I want to touch you,
too..." as she looked into my face.

I told her "Go ahead, then, if you want to!", and after only a moment's
hesitation, she moved her hand to slide it into my suit, holding me in
her hand. When she realized that she couldn't really feel - or do - much
that way, she pulled her hand back out, and then used both of them to
pull my suit halfway down my thighs. I heard her and Holly both gasp
when my erection popped free to stand out in front of me - the water in
the tank was almost perfectly clear, and they could easily see it.

With me fully exposed to her touch, she quickly took me in her hand
again before arching her back slightly to press herself against my hand.
With that simple request, I let my fingertip begin probing at her
entrance. I started gently and carefully, because as she'd reminded me,
she was a virgin, and the last thing in the world I wanted to do was
hurt her - in ANY way. Second, I figured if I could make her feel good,
Holly would know it, and be more agreeable to letting me get my hands on
her, too.

At first, all I used was the first digit of my finger, pressing into her
slightly to make sure she was open, and wet, enough inside for me to
continue.

As I carefully pressed my finger farther into her, I ran into the slight
obstruction of her maidenhead. "Ran into" is probably the wrong term,
though: because I was being so slow and careful, it was more a case of
discovery. When I got to it, I was extremely careful not to do anything
that would hurt or frighten her - the way she was holding my erection,
and investigating it with her fingers felt too damn good for me to want
to do anything that might make her stop. A little careful investigation
of what lay at the end of my fingertip, and I found that her 'cherry'
wasn't a single, continuous piece of skin. Instead, it was more of a
ring of thin tissue - open in the middle, but still enough of an
obstruction that I'd have to be careful if I was to get past it. It felt
soft and flexible enough that I thought I could get more of my finger
into her if I took it slow.

The feeling of me sliding my finger around in her was apparently having
its effect on Diane - she was softly panting as she slowly wiggled her
hips in pleasured response to my probing. Holly and I could both easily
see that her nipples were hard and erect, with her areolas crinkled and
puckered in her excitement.

I started pressing against her hymen like I was doing a stretching
exercise: keeping a steady gentle pressure on it while rhythmically
pushing it a little harder. After a few times, I thought I could feel it
stretching a bit, so I kept going - Diane was FAR from indicating any
pain or discomfort from what I was doing. If anything, her body was
telling me to keep at it: she'd developed a blush across the upper
slopes of her breasts and on her face, and she was pressing right back
against me each time I pushed on her maidenhead.

As I was doing this, I looked over at Holly; I saw that her eyes were
going from where Diane was slowly stroking my erection to where my hand
was between Diane's thighs, and back again. Her nipples were almost as
erect as Diane's, and as I looked at her, I saw her arm start to move.
It was as though she wanted to reach out to where Diane had hold of me,
but was still afraid to actually let herself do it. I scanned her, and
saw that that was almost exactly the situation: the only thing stopping
her from doing it was the fact that I was her brother. I brought up the
memory in her that she'd already had a few passing feels of me before,
when we'd been in the pool; that seemed to give her something to work
with.

While I was at it, I went on to scan Diane; what I found there was that
she actually was feeling a little mild discomfort, but that the pleasure
of what I was doing to her - and the thrill of what she was doing to me
- had more than compensated for it.

Realizing that I had a little more leeway in how fast I went, and how
hard I 'pushed' her, I increased my efforts to get past her cherry - and
a minute later, did, feeling it as the opening of it slid past the tip
of my finger to about the middle of the first digit. I immediately
stopped, even as Diane gave a small squeak of mixed surprise and pain.

She moved her eyes from my penis to my face, and I asked her "Are you
okay? Do you want me to stop, or pull it out of you?"

She thought it over for a moment, then said "No, you're okay. It only
hurt a little bit, for a second. Just go a little slower now, okay?"

I assured her that I would, and when I didn't do anything to move inside
her for a few seconds, her attention went back to where she still had
her hand wrapped around my erect penis.

When I felt her moving her hand on me again, I carefully slid my finger
out of her a little ways - letting the opening in her cherry shrink back
a little bit. Then I slowly slid my finder into her again, feeling it as
the ring of her hymen slid down my finger until it got to the first
knuckle. I stopped there, so that both of us would have a little more
time to let her opening stretch. I slid my finger back out, then in
again; this time, it seemed a little easier to do, even though I still
stopped when I got to my knuckle. Another out, and back in; only this
time, I let my finger slide into her enough that I felt the inside ring
of her hymen slip past my knuckle. She didn't seem to feel any
discomfort from that, so that was the pattern I started following:
pulling my finger part way out of her, then sliding it back in just a
_little_ farther than it had been before. That way, I was able to not
only stretch the opening of her cherry, but the movement of my finger
sliding in and out of her helped get her excited, making what I was
doing even easier.

Of course, there finally came the point where both of us felt my finger
slip into her all the way, filling her completely. When it happened, I
simply stopped, waiting to see what she wanted to do, or wanted ME to
do. I wasn't surprised when she stopped sliding her hand and fingers
along my erection; what DID surprise me was the look of absolute delight
and satisfaction that she got as she simply stood there, straddling my
hand. She got a far-away look in her eyes, and Holly had to speak her
name several times before she came back to our planet.

"What does it feel like?", Holly asked.

Diane smiled, and said "It feels *wonderful*. It's like I suddenly found
a piece of me that I didn't even know was missing."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Oh, no! It feels *great*!"

Holly got a slightly envious look on her face as she watched Diane
slowly raise herself up a bit; I took that as my cue to slide my finger
back out of her - but only about halfway, before easing it back into
her. Holly watched all this, and saw Diane's smile get even wider as my
finger filled her again.

A few seconds later, I did it again; and a few seconds after that,
another time, a little more quickly. Each time, Diane's please smile got
wider; and each time, it got easier for me to do. Over the next couple
of minutes, I very gradually increased the speed that I let my finger
move in her while I let the length of the stroked increase, too. By the
time I got to the point that I was moving in her almost constantly, she
had a very distinct blush on her face and shoulders, and she was panting
and gasping as her pelvis moved in time with my hand.

Diane had put on hand on my shoulder to help steady herself as she held
my erection in the other, so I was pretty surprised when I felt another
hand touch my penis. I looked down to see that Holly had finally gotten
past her mental block, and had moved to find out for herself what an
erect male penis felt like - even if it WAS her own brother's. She'd
also taken off the bottoms of HER suit, as well.

With Holly's hand moving on my erection, it wasn't as much of a surprise
to me when I felt her use her other hand to pull mine down between her
thighs. Again, I lay it against the outside of her mons, delighted at
the soft mass of her rust-red bush.

Needing to put my attention on Holly, I gradually let Diane take control
over how my finger moved in her: as my hand slowed, her movements
increased, so that finally, my hand held still, with Diane sliding
herself up and down my extended finger. She also took the opportunity to
reach behind herself to unfasten the top of her suit, and pull it off,
setting it next to where she'd put the bottoms.

Able to focus on Holly, I let my finger slip between her inner lips,
feeling how slick and oily they were. Though she was only slightly
shorter than Diane, Holly was a *lot* smaller inside. As I eased the end
of my finger into her, I scanned her, and found her to be extremely
turned on by what I was doing - and the fact that it was ME doing it.
She was more than willing to accept some discomfort along the way if it
meant she could experience anything close to what she could tell Diane
was feeling.

Holly was a lot tighter inside than Diane, but she was also a LOT
wetter. That made it easier for me to twist my finger a little bit to
spread her oils around, so that I could ease some more of my finger into
her. Another scan of her, and I knew that she wasn't having any problems
- at ALL - with what I was doing. I eased my way into a little further,
and came to where her cherry blocked me. Doing things a little
differently for Holly, I slid my finger in and out of her several times,
making sure that it was well-lubricated with her juices before pressing
against her hymen - and feeling it quickly and easily slide past the end
of my finger. She gasped slightly when it happened, and I stopped to
scan her again, discovering that she wasn't the slightest bit
uncomfortable - rather than feeling anything like that, all she felt was
pleasure, and desire for me to continue.

I backed my finger out of her a little ways, then pressed it back in;
again, the opening in her hymen easily stretched to fit around my
finger, then slide down almost to the second knuckle. Amazed at how
easily she was taking me, I withdrew again to spread her wetness around
before pressing in again. This time, the rest of my finger slid into her
easily, so that the elastic opening of her vagina was wrapped around it,
down near my hand.

Another scan of her and I knew that what she felt was almost exactly
what Diane had: that all she felt was the pleasure of having something
long and hard filling her womanhood, scratching an itch she hadn't been
fully aware of. For me, it felt like my finger was in one of those
Chinese finger traps, the kind that only get tighter when you try to
pull your fingers apart - except that this trap was hot, and wet, and SO
much tighter. And it belonged to my own sister.

I could feel the small pea of her clitoris pressing against my hand at
the base of my finger; I let it stay there as I used the ample
lubrication she was producing to lubricate my finger, making it possible
for me to start sliding my rigid digit in and out of her female
treasure.

In short order, Holly was as excited and aroused as Diane was; both of
them had a hand on my erection, working together to explore and examine
my manhood as I pleased both of them in return.

With both of them gasping and panting as I thrust my finger in and out
of their openings, I leaned forward a bit to kiss Diane - who didn't
hesitate to kiss me right back, meeting my tongue with hers. When our
kiss broke, she looked into my eyes with a new awareness of me; a quick
scan let me know that for the first time, she was thinking of me as a
sexual being - and a potential partner. As Holly watched us, she, too,
took off the top of her suit, leaving her as naked as Diane.

I kissed Holly next, and she eagerly opened her mouth when my tongue
touched her lips, using her tongue to duel with mine as we tried to
check each other's tonsils. I scanned her, only to find out that she
didn't *care* who she was kissing, or whose finger was inside her - all
that mattered to her was how *good* it felt to her. With that discovery,
I didn't hesitate to lower my head when our kiss ended, taking one of
her delightful nipples into my mouth and sucking on it in time with my
penetration of her young womanhood. In only a few seconds, I felt it
harden under my tongue even as I felt her internal muscles clutching at
my finger. With one nipple as hard as I could get it, I moved on to the
other; in even less time, it was as hard and erect as the first.

When I released the tip of Holly's breast from my lips, I raised my head
and saw that her firm young breasts were swaying _ever_ so slightly in
time with her gyrations on my finger. I looked over to Diane, and saw
that she was as fascinated by the sight as I'd been - and when she saw
me looking at her, pleaded with her eyes for me to do the same to her.

Diane watched, mesmerized, as I leaned forward and lowered my head to
take the tip of her breast between my lips - pulling her areola and
nipple into my mouth to gently 'chew' on them with my lips as I
repeatedly flicked my tongue across her pencil-eraser sized nipples,
making them stick out even further as her areola puckered in response to
my sucking.

As I was doing that, I carefully scanned her; when I 'saw' that she was
ready, I switched over to do the same things to the other breast. I was
deliberately responding to her internal wishes and desires - I'd found
out with other girls that working that way, it made me seem to be more
of a perfect lover to them, increasing not only their pleasure at what I
was doing, but increasing their satisfaction with me. And the more
satisfied they were with me, the greater my chances of getting into the
same situation with them again.

As I was giving Diane's breast a thorough tongue bath, I felt Holly
tighten around my finger before she released a deep groan as an orgasm
took her over. Diane and I could both hear it as Holly moaned in time
with what was obviously a deeply satisfying release.

Holly's orgasm was apparently more than enough to give Diane the push
she needed; even as I felt Holly gently push my hand out from between
her firm thighs, I felt Diane increase her motions on the finger I had
buried in her. When I went back to sucking on her breasts and nipples, I
could feel her actions increase even more, and less than a minute later,
felt her vagina start fluttering around my finger as she nearly screamed
her release.

Diane's hands stopped their movement on my penis as her orgasm was
washing through her; when it finally ended, she slowly collapsed. I
quickly - but gently - withdrew my finger from her, so that I could hold
her in my arms as she recovered from what was clearly a powerful
experience for her. I was more than a little pleased by the feel of her
firm breasts pressing into me, and the way my erection was trapped
between her belly, and mine.

As she got her breath and strength back, Diane slowly realized where she
was. I scanned her as she recovered, finding that she was not only
grateful for the help; but aroused by the contact, and pleased by what I
was doing - and what I'd done.

When she was able to move, Diane shakily stood up, looking to where
Holly was hanging by her arms from the side of the stock tank we were
in. With her feet under her again, Diane turned back to me, and said
"That made me feel *so* good. I... I want to make you feel good, too."

Holly looked on in surprise as Diane reached down to take my erection in
her hand again before saying "Stand up, Mike. I want to watch when you
shoot your stuff."

I stood up as Diane softly wrapped her hand around my erection and
started stroking my length before she reached down to cup by balls in
her hand, weighing them. As she felt me responding to her touch, her
grip on me tightened slightly as a self-satisfied smile grew on her
lips. I started to reach for her breasts, then stopped, waiting to see
whether she would object. She looked into my eyes before nodding her
permission as I cupped her firm, rounded breasts in my hands before
running my thumbs across her nipples - watching as they perked up again
in response.

What Diane was doing to me was feeling better and better - particularly
since I was able to cup and squeeze her breasts. It didn't take much
longer before I felt my balls tighten up, something that Diane could
feel, too, since she was softly squeezing them at the time. She looked
up at me questioningly, and I simply told her "Yeah. Pretty quick, now."
before getting a pleased grin in return.

Both of them - Holly was paying CLOSE attention to what Diane and I were
doing - were watching intently as I finally shot my load: the way Diane
had hold of me, it landed squarely between her breasts, leaving a large
splotch on her chest. The second landed only a little below the first,
and the two of them soon merged to start sliding down her front. The
third spurt landed on her stomach, while the fourth about halfway
between the third and her belly button. The rest landed progressively
lower on her, until there was only a small dribble of my semen trickling
out the end of my softening penis.

Diane released her hold on me, and moved her hand up to collect some of
my cum on her fingers. She felt the texture of it between her thumb and
forefinger before raising her hand to sniff at it, then stick her tongue
out to tentatively taste it before smiling at me as she licked her
fingers clean. It was erotic as hell for me to see, and I quickly
scanned Holly to discover that it was having a similar effect on her -
along with a mild desire to find out what it was like. After only a
little prodding on my part, she did just that: reaching out to Diane,
Holly scooped some of my jism on her own fingers, then followed what
Diane had done: feeling the texture of it, smelling it, and finally
tasting it. A quick scan revealed that Holly didn't find it as pleasant
as Diane did, but she didn't find it UNpleasant, either.

Diane scooped up some water to wash my semen off her front; when she was
done, she and Holly teamed up to cup the wads that were floating in the
tank, and jettison them over the side. Only then did they realized that
they were both still naked, and that I was standing there with my suit
halfway down my thighs, watching them. Both blushed, but defiantly
watched me as they reached out to collect their suits, then put them
back on. When they were done, I casually reached down to pull my suit
back up, letting them watch as I adjusted it to fit around my still
semi-erect penis.

I scanned them, and found that Diane was still thinking of me sexually,
while Holly was confused: she'd really enjoyed what we'd done, but in
afterthought, was concerned about us being brother and sister. I gently
eased the realization into her mind that what I'd done would have felt
just as good if I'd been someone else. I also implanted the thought that
I was her *brother*, and that I loved her and wouldn't do anything wrong
to her - after all, how many times had I helped her with other 'boy'
stuff in the past? Wasn't this just another one, only a little more
direct? It didn't take long before she began to accept the thoughts I
was gently and carefully putting into her mind; that accomplished, I
went back to see if there was anything I needed to do with, or about,
Diane.

Her mind was pretty settled about the whole thing - I wasn't *her*
brother (she was an only child), it had felt pretty damn good, and she
was still technically a virgin. The only thing she was concerned about
was how what we'd done would affect Holly - and their relationship. I
gave her the idea to go over to Holly, and kiss her; she did, and Holly
was quick to respond (with my help) much as she always had. That
reassured Diane, and the two of them moved over to take up positions
next to where I was crouched down a little, leaning against the side of
the stock tank.

With one of them on each side of me, I reached out to put my arms around
them, down by their waists. First Diane, then Holly, took my hand, and
moved it up to cover their breast before laying a hand on the inside of
my thigh closest to them. I gave each of them a soft kiss on the lips,
then one on the forehead; after that, the three of us were content to
stay there for a little while, thinking about what we'd just done. I
carefully scanned the two of them, and neither one was experiencing any
regrets; rather, they were remembering it as fondly as I was.

A while later, we heard Uncle Jack calling for us. The girls quickly
moved to the other side of the tank, and the three of us shouted to let
him know where we were. A minute later, he pulled up on the tractor in
the next field over. I climbed out of the tank and slipped my shoes on;
as I was doing that, Uncle Jack got down off the tractor, and headed
over toward us. I met him at the fence, and after he looked over to
where the girls were hanging off the side of the tank, their backs to us
in apparently deep conversation, told me "Mike, I'm going to need you
help in a bit. Old Man Kenney had a little fire in one of his hay piles
this morning, and I wanted to make sure that the hay I've got in the
barn gets shuffled around some, so it won't catch fire like his did.
It's getting toward harvest time, so there isn't that much of it, so it
won't take long, but I want to make sure I get it done today."

"Sure, Uncle Jack - I'll be glad to. If you want, I can grab the rest of
my stuff, and just ride back with you."

"That'd be fine, Mike. I appreciate it."

"No problem. Besides, it's about time I paid for all the groceries I've
been putting away!", I joked.

He smiled, and headed for the tractor. A minute later, I was up there
with him, and the two of us headed for the barn. When we got to one of
the roads, we had to let some car traffic go by; I took the chance to
put my clothes on over my swim suit, and put my shoes on.

When we got to the barn, I could see what Uncle Jack had been talking
about - all the hay bales were stacked up in one big pile; it would take
a while to get them moved around, and was certainly a two-person job.

We got started, and as we got to the center bales, both of us noticed
that they were noticeably warmer than the bales that had been on the
outside of pile. We just looked at each other, and kept going. We were
almost down to the bottom layer when I had an idea.

"Uncle Jack?"

"What is it, Mike?"

"What makes a hay pile catch on fire?"

He paused for a moment, then told me "Usually, it's when you get too
much hay piled up in one place, and you get the right combination of
temperature and humidity to let bacteria in the hay get started. When
that happens, they get growing, and that produces heat - and if the
conditions are right, it's enough heat to actually let the hay catch
fire."

"Has that ever happened in just ONE bale of hay?"

"Nope, not that I've ever heard of. Why, what have you got in mind?"

"Uh, would it work if we were to stack the hay bales up in kind of a
crosswise pattern? You know, one layer pointed this way, the next layer
pointed the other? And left a little space between the bales?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Well, it just seems like if we did that, there would be plenty of space
for air to get in between the bales, so they wouldn't be able to get too
warm or too damp. With a little space around each bale, it would be like
it was laying there by itself, kind of. When I see pictures of them
moving sacks of grain, that's how they're always stacked."

He thought that over for a few moments, then said "Yup, might work, at
that. It'd mean the hay took up a little more space, though. Course,
it'd mean a lot less work, too - and if the barn burned down because I
*didn't* move the hay around, the space wouldn't matter. All right,
we'll give 'er a try."

With that, we went back to work, and got all the hay bales moved out.
After a little experimenting, we found an arrangement that let us stack
the hay up in layers, with gaps between the bales. From there, it was
short work to get it all stacked up again. Just as we were finishing,
Aunt Paula came in. She looked at what we'd done, and raised an eyebrow
at Uncle Jack. He explained my idea to her, and why he though it would
work. Then he added "It'll make the hay easier to get out when I need
it, too. Probably keep it fresher for the stock, on top of that."

When she looked at me again, I could see in her face that she was proud
of me.

That night for supper, Aunt Paula fired up the grill and cooked steaks
and baked potatoes for all of us, as a kind of celebration of my idea.
She and Uncle Jack both told me a couple of times that it had been a
good one, and that they were going to make sure they told the other
farmers in the area about it, and who thought it up.

The next morning, Uncle Jack asked me to go into town with him -
something he did sometimes, but not all that often. We went to the
little cafe where he and the other farmers met to discuss things
(gossip, mostly, he told me once), and he ordered each of us a cup of
coffee. For a while, the main topic was the fire at Old Man Kenney's
place; then Uncle Jack spoke up, telling them about my idea for stacking
hay. I'd completely forgotten what he'd said about telling the other
farmers, so it caught me completely by surprise, and embarrassed the
hell out of me. But he went on to tell them what we'd done, and how he
figured it was going to help. When they asked, he admitted easily enough
that the hay took up a little more space, but added that he figured that
was better than working too hard or having the barn burn down. The other
farmers at the table (actually about four tables pushed together) all
nodded at that, and looked at me, embarrassing me even more.

A while later, we got up to leave, and Uncle Jack started to reach into
his pocket to pay for our coffee. One of the other farmers spoke up,
saying "I'll get it Jack. You and the young'un there, I reckon you done
us a good turn with that hay idea."

Uncle Jack nodded and thanked him, then the two of us headed out to
Uncle Jack's beat up old truck. Inside, he grinned at me, and said "That
fella that bought the coffee? He's Tommy Smithers; he don't much take to
new ideas, and he sure doesn't spend a nickel he doesn't have to. If he
thinks your idea was good enough to buy us coffee, you can be sure every
farmer in there will have his hay re-stacked by nightfall. You got a
pretty good head on your shoulders, there, Mike. When you get ready for
college and need some help, you just let me know."

I thanked him, and he politely ignored my embarrassment to start the
truck and head us back toward the farm.

We got back to the house to find that Aunt Paula had gotten a couple
loads of laundry done, and had the girls helping her hang it on their
outside clothesline to dry. Uncle Jack told her about getting our coffee
bought for us, and Aunt Paula gave me another one of her happy/proud
looks before telling Holly and Diane what it meant. When she was done,
both of them looked a little impressed, too.

I went off with Uncle Jack to get a couple of his smaller hay piles re-
stacked while the girls stayed at the house to help Aunt Paula. When
we'd all finished lunch, Uncle Jack told us "It's only a couple more
days before your folks get back from their vacation, so why don't you
kids go ahead and have some fun until then. I don't have any more chores
for Mike, and I expect Paula could spare you two young fillies, so just
go ahead and do what you like. Just remember, if you sleep in, you'll
have to get your own breakfast!" he finished, teasing. He knew that all
three of us enjoyed Aunt Paula's farm breakfasts too much to sleep in
and miss them.

All three of us thanked him, and Aunt Paula, and they both assured us
that they'd enjoyed having us around, and appreciated our help on the
farm. Uncle Jack handed me the keys to his truck and $20, saying "Mike,
I reckon you and the girls might like to go into town and catch a movie
this afternoon. This'll cover the tickets and something to snack on
while you're there."

I knew he didn't mean the small town near where they lived; both traffic
lights in it were blinking yellow - the only traffic sign in it was a
'yield' sign where two streets merged. What he meant was that we were
free to go the other direction to a larger town that had a small
shopping mall and a small four-screen theater. All of us thanked him,
and he just waved it off, saying "Go on, or you'll be late for something
you might want to see."

All three of us cleaned up and changed into 'city' clothes (what we wore
on the farm tended to be kind of worn and ragged, if comfortable), and
with a hug for Aunt Paula, piled into the truck to head for the movie.
Holly had picked up the local paper, and read us our list of options
from the window seat as I drove with Diane sitting next to me. I got
outvoted, with the girls deciding they wanted to see a romance, while I
was trying to get us into an adventure flick. We could have each gone to
what we wanted to see, but by an unspoken agreement, we chose to stay
together.

Once inside the theatre, we discovered the advantage of going to weekday
afternoon matinees: the only other people in our part of the there were
a couple of older couples sitting a dozen rows ahead of us.

As the movie started, the three of us sat back to watch it - Diane was
on one side of me, with Holly on the other. Neither one cared when I put
my arms on the back of their seats to stretch out a little.

It was a good movie, with a couple of good actors playing their parts
very well; it just wasn't my first choice for entertainment, was all.
Still, it did help when first Diane, then Holly a few moments later,
reached up to pull my hand down in front of them, holding it. When the
movies started getting to the romantic scenes, each of them went further
by guiding my hand to one of their breasts - leaving me to discover that
neither one had bothered to put on a bra, and that both of their blouses
were loose enough at the neck that I could easily slip a hand down the
front to touch their breasts directly. In return, each of them laid a
hand on my leg. Diane went on to softly stroke my thigh, and even
expanded her range to brush against my semi-erect penis. Holly looked
down once to see what Diane was doing, and then just smiled at me before
turning back to watch the movie - which I was only half-watching,
preferring to focus my attention on the delightful feeling of having two
very different, but equally pleasant, breasts in my hands.

When the last scene of the movie faded, I carefully removed my hands
from their blouses - something that a quick scan revealed was a
disappointment for all three of us. Diane had gotten me nearly fully
erect, so I simply sat there when the lights came up, so that I could
have a little more time to let my erection go down before I had to stand
up. Both girls seemed to know what the problem was, and grinned at my
predicament. As the older couples in front of us made their way out, I
could see the guys looking at me somewhat enviously: there I sat, with
not one but TWO pretty girls right next to me.

After a bit, I felt ready to face the world, and the three of us got up
and made our way out of the theatre. It was only mid-afternoon, and kind
of hot, so we decided that an ice cream cone was in order. My first
priority was to gas up the truck, as a courtesy to Uncle Jack. That
done, it didn't take us long to find a place to get the cones; from
there, we went on to find a small park in town to eat them. We sat at a
picnic table, watching the squirrels trying to stockpile their winter
meals, while we tried to eat the cones faster than they melted. We
didn't do all that well at it, and finally had to go over to one of the
water fountains to rinse the ice cream residue off our hands and fingers
before drying our hands on our clothing.

It was on the way back to the truck that Diane took my arm and stopped
me, then stood in front of me to say "Mike, there's something I want you
to do."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I want you to be my first."

"Your first what?" (okay, so I have my dense moments, too)

"My first guy. I want you to be the one to take my cherry."

Holly just stood there, watching us - she'd obviously been expecting
*something* like this. I scanned her, and found that she wasn't the
slightest bit jealous or worried about Diane; Holly knew that *she*
wasn't ready yet, and was quite content to let Diane decide for herself.

It took me a couple seconds, then I asked her "Why me? Why now?" I
didn't doubt that she was serious or sincere, but I needed to make sure
she was SURE; and this gave me something to work with while I scanned
her.

Even as she told me "Because of what you did yesterday, and more
important, HOW you did it. Because as much as the three of us have
played with each other, and touched each other, you have *never* tried
to 'do' anything with me." I was scanning her - and finding that she WAS
sure about it, and just as sincere and serious as I'd expected. What
surprised me, though, was how anxious she was, and how little fear she
had. I listened as she went on "I don't mean that I want you - us! - to
'do it' right here and right now; what I meant is that when we can, I
want it to be you, my first time."

Here, Holly finally spoke up, saying "Aunt Paula goes into town tomorrow
to do her grocery shopping, and that always takes her a couple of hours.
Uncle Jack will be out someplace, so that would give you some time, if
you wanted."

"And what if Aunt Paula wants somebody to go with her to help carry
groceries or something?" I asked.

"Then I'll do it." Holly answered, before adding "In fact, I think I'll
ask her if I can go with her anyway. I think this is something for you
two, not us three."

Something else occurred to me, and I asked Diane "What about birth
control? I don't have any condoms at the farm, and there isn't enough
money left for me to buy any here."

She nodded - a quick scan showed she was pleased that I'd asked - and
told me "My mom put me on the Pill when we got out of school last time.
She told me that she didn't know if I was still a virgin or not, but
that if I was, she didn't expect me to be one much longer; and that
she'd feel better knowing that I couldn't get into any trouble, either
way. I've been taking them since last June, so there's no worry about
getting me pregnant. I trust you not to give me any diseases; from what
I've heard, you're pretty careful about stuff like that."

That was true: I'd broken up with a couple of girls that I'd found out
were quite willing to sleep with anybody, any time, any where. The idea
of catching something that might make my dick rot and fall off scared
the hell out of me.

Understand that it wasn't like I didn't want to jump her bones; I just
wanted to make sure that there weren't going to be any second thoughts
or anything. Sure, I could have 'adjusted' them out of her, but that was
something I tried to avoid doing if at all possible. Cute and sexy as
Diane was, I still LIKED her, too. Maybe even loved her - I wasn't quite
sure. If anything happened between us, I wanted it to be HER choice, not
mine - just like I wanted Holly to be the one to ask me of HER own free
will. Sure, I didn't have any problems with getting into their minds and
giving them reasons to, but I *never* did anything to _push_ them toward
it. A subtle distinction, perhaps, but enough for me.

With the worries of disease and pregnancy taken care of, and the
knowledge that we'd have the time and opportunity, there wasn't anything
left for me to do but agree: "If that's what you really want, then it
would be my pleasure!", I told her - and getting a smile at my joke. I
went on to tell her "You've got from now to the time that we actually
'do it' to change your mind. If you do, I won't be mad or anything; I
know this is a big step for you, and I'm not going to do anything to
push you either way."

She nodded her understanding, and thanked me before stepping up to give
me a kiss on the lips. I happily kissed her back, and we took a few
seconds to explore each others tonsils before breaking apart to head
back for the truck. On the way back to the farm, I scanned both of them.

Holly was perfectly content with the idea of leaving us alone the next
day; she didn't think that she was ready to start having sex yet, and
was quite happy to let Diane go first - she wanted to find out from
Diane whether it hurt and so on before she gave it any serious thought.
Still, she was thinking about getting started on birth control herself
in anticipation of when her time DID come.

Diane was a different story: she was more than ready, emotionally and
psychologically, to lose her virginity. I'd grossly underestimated what
effect our activities of the previous day had had on her. Not only had I
shown her the patience and gentleness she was looking for, but I'd been
enthusiastic enough about helping her find HER pleasure before taking my
own - something that was pretty important to her. Added to that was the
fact that even after getting the two of them off, and having my own
climax, I hadn't been afraid to hold them and show them affection.
Finally, she knew that I was more experienced, and that I would take the
time to make it easier and better for her; she thought that it might
hurt, but after I'd been so careful not to rush things in the stock
tank, she trusted me to make is as easy for her as it could be. The
thing that surprised me, though, was her expectation that this wouldn't
be just a one-time deal: she was anticipating that she and I would have
more than just this one time together - that I would be the one to help
her learn about all the different aspects of sex that she'd heard about.

So as to not seem as eager for the encounter as I really was, I planted
the idea of having stories to cover ourselves in Holly's mind. She
brought it up for me, and the rest of the way back to the farm, we
worked out how best to distract Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack from what we
were really up to.

We got back to the farm in plenty of time to help Aunt Paula get started
on supper. By the time Uncle Jack came in, we had a good start on a
fried chicken supper: the chicken, of course, as guest of honor, along
with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, green beans, home-made rolls,
fresh-churned butter, and fresh apple pie with ice cream. By the time
supper ended, *all* of us were pretty well stuffed. The girls and I
tried to clear the table, but Aunt Paula wasn't having any - even gently
chasing us off when we tried to help after she started doing it.

We all retired to the screened-in back porch, where we found Uncle Jack.
He offered me a beer, which I gratefully accepted, and after a moments
thought, offered one for Diane and Holly to share. They declined, in
favor of their iced tea they'd brought out. As we sat there watching
assorted bugs bounce off the screen, Uncle Jack asked us what we had in
mind for the next day. I told him that I had a book that I'd brought
along in case it rained; I figured to read it, since we'd only had a
couple of small rain showers while we were there. Diane and Holly said
that they were planning on catching some sun, and maybe doing some
reading of their own. That seemed to satisfy him, and the four of us sat
there, enjoying the cool evening breeze until Aunt Paula joined us. A
while later, Diane offered to take on any or all of us in a game of
Monopoly, and we spent the rest of the evening trying to build our
empires. It was nearly 11:00 before Aunt Paula was declared the winner,
so the lot of us could go to bed.

The next morning, Holly caught Aunt Paula as she was rounding up her
things to head into town, and asked "Aunt Paula? Are you going in to
town today for anything?"

"I was just getting ready to go, in fact."

"I'd like to go with you, if it's okay."

"Of course it's okay, dear. Why?"

"There's, uh, something I need to, uh, buy." By not coming right out and
saying why she wanted to go, or what she wanted to get, Holly was
letting Aunt Paula jump to the conclusion that she needed 'female
products', as Uncle Jack called them. As we'd expected, Aunt Paula
immediately 'understood', and assured Holly that she was more than
welcome.

Diane was already in her swimsuit, laying on an old blanket in the side
yard where she could catch some sun; while I was sitting on the back
porch with my book, listening to them.

Aunt Paula looked around, and saw me sitting over in the corner,
apparently buried in my book. She told me "Mike, Holly's going with me
into town. We'll be back in a couple of hours." I looked up and nodded
my understanding to her, then went back to my reading - knowing that it
would be at LEAST two hours before she got back, and probably closer to
three if Holly had anything to do with it. Satisfied, she went out to
start 'her' car (an old Ford Ranchero) while Holly disappeared inside to
get the small backpack she used as a purse. When the two of them were
belted up in the car, Aunt Paula headed down the lane that would put her
on the highway into town.

Diane would have heard them leave, and about ten minutes later, she came
around the side of the house to where I was, then asking me "I think
it's okay, now. Do you still want to do this?"

"Only if you do, and only if you're sure."

"I'm sure. Where should we, uh, go?"

I'd thought about it earlier, and suggested "How about up in the
hayloft, in the barn? It's early enough that it won't be hot, and if
Uncle Jack comes by for some reason, we can say I explaining why we
stacked the hay the way we did."

She nodded her acceptance, and I got up to join her outside while she
went to collect a small bag she had by the blanket she'd been laying on.
As we headed toward the barn, she reached out to take my hand in hers; I
reassured her by giving it a small squeeze, and getting a smile in
return.

Inside the barn, I grabbed the small tarp that I knew was there. It was
old and worn, but that was one of the reasons I wanted to use it: it was
still heavy enough to protect us from the hay, but soft enough to be
reasonably comfortable. Best of all, it was 'clean' - as in, stained and
such, but not actually _dirty_. Diane checked it out, and readily agreed
that it was just the thing. As I draped it across my shoulder, Diane
headed up the ladder to the hayloft, with the small bag hanging from her
shoulder. I was just a few seconds behind, and enjoyed the view
tremendously: as she climbed, her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched in
a *most* interesting way. A quick scan of her revealed that she knew she
was giving me a show, and had gone up first for that very reason. When
she got to the top, she moved to the side, and gave me a kiss on the
cheek when I got up there with her.

I pulled the tarp off my shoulder, and spread it out on the loose hay;
when I turned around to Diane, I found that she'd used the time to strip
off her suit, so she was standing there stark naked in front of me. With
her hands at her sides, and one foot a little in front of the other, she
was a vision of loveliness: her straight dark hair was hanging over one
shoulder, instead of down to the middle of her back as it usually did.
It only slightly concealed one of her half-tangerine sized breasts, and
it's dark nipple. Below, her smooth, firm belly was accented by the dark
wedge covering her mons - which was bracketed by a pair of trim thighs.

Even as I was looking her over, I could see her nipples erecting; when I
was finally able to drag my eyes up to her face, I could see from the
way her eyes were hooded that she was as ready as her nipples had
promised.

As she looked me in the eye, I heard her say "I've heard that guys can,
uh, go longer the second time if they've already shot off once. Is it
true?"

"Yeah, it's true. Why?"

She got a Mona Lisa smile, and stepped forward to put her hands on my
chest, then guide me back onto the tarp I'd spread. When I was where she
wanted me, she looked into my eyes again, and said "I want my first time
to last as long as possible. Just let me, um, take care of you, okay?"

I thought I knew what was going to happen, and simply nodded my head in
agreement. She tilted her head up to give me a kiss on the cheek, and as
she did, I put my arms around her to hug her. When she pulled her head
back, we looked into each other's eyes for several moments - both of us
to make sure she was ready for what she was doing. Satisfied that she
did, we kissed; softly at first, then with again with more feeling. And
yet again, longer, and with more passion. When we finally broke apart,
both of us were panting slightly, and from the way she'd pressed herself
against me, I knew she could feel my rising penis. Hesitantly, she
reached out to take hold of the tee shirt I had on; when she started to
pull it up to take it off me, I helped by taking hold of the bottom of
it and pulling with her, guiding and helping her.

When my shirt was laying on the tarp, she reached out again to put her
hands on my waist; when I didn't move, she let them drift forward to
feel my abdominal muscles, and then on to my chest. Holding my upper
arms still, I raised my forearms so I could put my hands on her sides,
touching her, but not holding her. I delighted in the warm smoothness of
her skin, and after a few moments, let my hands slide up and down her
sides - waist to breast-level - to reassure her.

We kissed again, tongues dancing in each other's mouths, before she
pulled back a little way to look into my eyes again. Seeing only
patience and acceptance in them, she began kissing me: first on my
collarbones, then onto my upper chest. From there, she blazed a trail
down my front, slowly lowering herself as she did. When she was finally
kneeling in front of me, she looked up at me as her hands found the
waistband of my cutoff jeans. When they moved to the snap, her gaze
moved down to watch herself as she first unsnapped them, then
tentatively grasped the zipper and lowered it. As the fly opened up, she
could see that I had a pair of shorts on underneath - and that they
covered a distinct bulge. She laid her hands along side it, as though
holding it, for several seconds before she moved to slide my cutoffs
down my legs. Less encumbered, my semi-erect penis tented my under
shorts even more, her gaze still locked on it.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out again, to put her hands on my waist,
her thumbs under the waistband of my under shorts. Her eyes stayed
focused on where my penis stretched the material in front of her as she
carefully moved to slide my under shorts down, too. I heard her breath
catch as my penis came into view; a few moments later, I heard her soft
gasp is it popped free. After that, it was only a few seconds before my
shorts joined my cutoffs around my ankles.

Yet again, she reached out - only this time, the object of her desire
was in plain view, and her hands found it readily enough. She lifted it
slightly, examining it in minute detail even as it started to grow
larger in her hand. She saw a drop of my pre-cum on the end, and
tentatively stuck her tongue out to lick it off - then smiled when she
found the taste still acceptable, if not pleasant.

Satisfied that I wasn't going to rush things, and that there weren't
going to be any surprises, she leaned forward slightly and lifted my
semi-erect penis enough to take the head of it in her mouth. She ran her
tongue around the end of it, and smiling as she felt me growing even
larger in her mouth. When I was almost completely hard, she tilted her
head forward, taking a bit more of me into her warm, wet mouth - and
causing me to gasp slightly. She looked up at me, her lips still wrapped
around me, with a slight frown on her face; I could only smile at her
and say "No, it didn't hurt - it feels pretty darn good, in fact!", and
getting a smile in reply.

With the knowledge that what she was doing felt good to me, she
gradually got more and more enthusiastic and active about what she was
doing to me. At first, all she did was take as much of me between her
lips as she could and caress me with her tongue; but it didn't take her
long to start actually moving her lips up and down the length of me, and
start actually sucking on me slightly. On her own, she discovered that
leaving a film of her saliva on my erection made things easier for her
(and better for me). In short order, she had me completely hard,
savoring the way she used her mouth to excite and arouse me. As I felt
myself getting close to my climax, she felt my balls tighten up in her
hand. She released me just long enough to say "When you're ready to
shoot, just let me know, okay?" - and accepted my gasped "oh, yeah!"
before returning to her self-appointed task.

Finally, I could stand the pleasure of it any longer, and managed to
exclaim "Diane! It's gonna happen!".

Even as I felt the first was of my jism leaving my balls, she pulled her
head back so that only the end of my penis was between her lips; and as
she felt it twitch, she sucked on me, as though that were the only way
she was going to get the male nectar she wanted.

She continued to cup my balls in her hand as she sucked on me, even
while I was filling her mouth with wad after wad of my hot semen -
forcing her to swallow once when it started to force its way out of her
mouth.

When she felt my twitches and spasms slow and soften, she swallowed the
rest of my cum before using her tongue to make sure the head of my penis
was well and truly cleaned of any residue. That done, she licked her
lips to clean them, as well. She took my hand, and guided me to a
sitting position on the tarp before turning to open the small bag she'd
brought along. Inside, I found, she'd put a couple bottles of soda,
still cold, judging from the condensation on them. Opening one, she
handed it to me, then opened the other for herself. After we'd each
taken a swallow, she leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, saying "I
heard from some of the other girls in school that guys don't like to
kiss them after they, uh, do what I just did."

"I appreciate the gesture, but it really wasn't necessary in MY case." I
told her, putting my hand behind her neck and gently pulling her toward
me for another kiss - one that ended only after I'd slid my tongue
between her lips.

Satisfied that I wasn't grossed out by the idea of kissing her after
she'd used her mouth on me, she gave me a shy grin. A moment later, she
slowly and carefully moved to sit cross-legged in front of me. A quick
scan revealed that she'd done it deliberately - leaving her pubes
exposed to me, knowing that I would look at her, and finding the idea
exciting. A further scan let me know that she was hoping that I'd do the
same, because she wanted a little time to look at ME, in return: aside
from our recent adventure at the stock tank, she felt that she really
didn't *know* what a guy looked like.

Casually, I moved to follow her example, then started talking with her,
as though there were nothing the slightest bit unusual about the
situation. I thought that taking a casual approach to the whole thing
would help her relax; after a couple minutes, I could see the tension in
her start lessening. Still, I kept scanning her, and trying to guide her
toward reducing her nervousness. After a while, one of my scans of her
revealed that she was fairly fascinated by my penis - and that she was
torn between a desire to be able to touch and examine it, and being
afraid that I would say or do something to embarrass her if she said
anything about it.

Attractive as she was sitting there across from me, I found myself
wanting to get into her more and more, and finally figured that letting
her check me out the way she wanted to would do wonders toward making it
happen. I finally spoke up, asking her "Diane, we've only seen each
other a little bit, between the water tank and here. How about if we
take a little time to do that now?"

She looked surprised, but quickly nodded her head in agreement, saying
"I, uh, know what you feel like, a little bit, but I'm *really* curious
to see more, and really _find out_, you know?"

I smiled my understanding, and suggested "Then how about if we lay down
on our sides, facing each other, your head toward my feet and my head
toward yours? Then we can BOTH look, and if you want, we can even
touch."

She gave me another shy grin, and said "Yeah, I'd like that. I'm kind of
embarrassed about _you_ looking at _me_, but fair is fair. And, uh,
touching is okay."

That said, she didn't hesitate to uncross her legs, and move to lie on
her side. I mirrored her actions, so that in a few seconds, each of us
was laying on our left side, facing each other. A little wiggling and
adjustment, and each of us was facing the others pelvis. Diane reached
out take my penis between two fingers, and I moved to put my left foot
on the tarp, behind my leg, so that she had a clear view of - and ready
access to - my penis. A moment later, she did the same, opening herself
to my inspection.

What I found was a tuft of dark hair, somewhat short, that ran in a
narrow strip from above her pubic bone to just past her opening, where
it quickly faded away. Amidst her thatch, I could see the opening to her
vagina, framed by a pair of thin lips, glistening with her wetness. I
reached out to touch her bush, and found it to be incredibly thick, and
soft. I'd found that some girls' pubic hair, though thick, was still
sparse enough that I could see the skin underneath - something that
simply wasn't going to happen with Diane; hers was simply too dark and
dense. As an added benefit, its density and color made for a nice
contrast with the pale pink of her inner lips, highlighting them, and
the way they shined with her female oils. At the top of her cleft, I
could see the nubbin of her clitoral hood - and close inspection showed
that she was aroused enough that her clitoris itself was slightly
visible, too.

Even as I felt Diane moving my penis and testicles around, I reached out
for a tactile examination of HER intimate areas. She gasped slightly at
my first contact, but didn't do anything to slow or impede my touch: if
anything, her knees spread a bit wider, opening herself to me even more.

To avoid frightening her, my first touch had been on her mons, next to -
but not touching - her opening or labia. But with the way her legs
spread slightly, it didn't take me long to move my fingers. I slowly,
softly drew my finger between her inner lips without pressing into her
at all; my goal was to separate them more, and wet my finger with her
fluids. I repeated my action, dipping *ever* so slightly further into
her; then did it again, still deeper. The fourth time, I *ever* so
slightly touched the muscles at her opening, and getting another gasp
from her. I stopped to look at her, and she looked back before telling
me "It's okay, Mike. It just felt good, is all" in reassurance.

Her cool hand and fingers were starting to have an effect on me,
bringing me to semi-erectness; I scanned her quickly, and found that she
was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and enjoyed the way I
was touching HER. Satisfied that I wasn't going too quickly, and that
what I was doing was having the desired effect, I went back to examining
her womanhood again. Before long, I was easily caressing her labia, and
running my finger between them to press slightly against the entrance to
her vagina; her increasing arousal was evident from her ample
secretions, and their heady aroma.

After only a few minutes, she had me nearly completely erect; and I'd
aroused her to the point where I could easily see her clitoris under its
hood at the top of her shiny, fully extended vaginal lips. At that
point, I couldn't resist any longer, and leaned forward to do with my
tongue what I'd only done with my finger up to that point: run it from
bottom to top of her cleft, collecting her delicious nectar on my way
toward caressing her clitoris with the end of my tongue. Her response
was to moan in appreciation, and spread her legs even farther, giving me
maximum access to her female essence.

It didn't take long before I was totally involved in sampling her
delights: my tongue and lips were fully engaged in tasting and teasing
any part of her womanly flower that I could reach, and even pressing my
stiffened tongue into her opening to try and draw out as much of her
oils as I could. In response, she went to work on my fully erect penis
as though it were an ice-cream cone, licking and sucking on the head of
it. I gradually reduced the focus of my ministrations until I was
totally concentrated on her clitoris, trying to bring her to an orgasm
before she got ME off again.

I made it - but just barely.

Even as I felt the first stirrings in my balls, her thighs clamped
together on my head as she experienced the first wave of her release -
and she released her hold on my erection as spasm after spasm passed
through her, each one pushing a small wave of her oils onto my tongue
even as the muscles of her opening clasped at it.

It must have been a full two minutes before the spasming and twitching
in her body stopped, and she was able to open her eyes to look at me.
Even gasping for breath as she was, I could see the pleasure and
satisfaction in her face and eyes as I felt her thighs relax around my
ears, freeing me to move up to lay next to her.

I took her into my arms, and she hugged me tightly as she buried her
face in my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath on my skin as she
panted her way back to coherence; only when her breathing had finally
slowed did she raise herself up enough to give me a deep, passionate
kiss on the lips before saying "Thank you, Mike! That was *incredible*!
I've never had an orgasm like _that_."

I smiled at her, and said "I didn't do anything that you and Holly
haven't done."

She blushed slightly, and said "Yeah, that's true - but with you, it was
somehow..... *different*. Maybe just because I know you're a guy, and
that you're actually going to make love to me."

I looked into her eyes, and asked "You're still sure that you want me to
do that to you, then?"

"Even more now, than before. If you can make me feel that good doing
what Holly and I do, then doing what YOU do can only be better. Besides,
you were slow and gentle and patient enough that I *know* you'll be
careful with me. Yeah, I want it to be you, and now."

With that last part, she rolled over onto her back, pulling me onto my
side in the process. Looking up at me, she said "Definitely you. And
most definitely NOW" before raising her knees and spreading her legs in
open invitation.

I lowered my head to kiss her again, and as our tongues dueled in each
other's mouths, my hand rested on her belly - only to be moved by her
until it rested on her breast, which she pressed into my hand. Cupping
it, I brushed my thumb across her nipple, and heard her groan in desire
as it erected to a small pebble. I softly squeezed her firm breast, as
though milking it, before moving my hand to do the same things to the
other.

As we continued to kiss, my hand went back and forth from one to the
other of her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, playing with her
nipples. After a bit, I let my hand slowly drift down the front of her,
caressing her skin on my way toward her pelvis - giving her yet another
chance, and more time, to change her mind. I wanted her, badly; but not
badly enough to willingly do *anything* to rush or hurt her.

When my hand finally reached her mons, she spread her legs even farther,
and tilted her pelvis up as further encouragement for me to do with her
as I wished. And what I wished was to carefully and slowly slide my
finger between her labia, wetting it, so that I could continue on to
press the end of it against her opening. When she felt me do that, she
raised herself even more, pressing the entrance to her vagina against
it.

Firmly, but gently, I pressed against her, both of us feeling it as my
finger eased it's way inside her in stages: in a little, then back out
to make sure it was thoroughly wetted with her oils before pressing back
in again. In only a minute or so, my finger was deep inside her again:
much faster, and much easier than it had gone in the first time, to the
surprise and delight of both of us.

For several minutes, I softly made love to her with my finger, ignoring
my dick's demands to take its place; she'd trusted me to do right by
her, and I was damn well going to. Only when she was gasping and
panting, and hunching herself up to take my extended finger inside did I
feel comfortable that she was ready for more.

As I slid my finger out of her for the last time, she reached over to
take my erection in her hand, and say "This. Now it's time for THIS. Do
it. Make love to me. Make me a woman!"

I got onto my hands and knees, and moved between her spread thighs,
easing my knees back. As she watched, I lowered myself until the head of
my erection was touching her. She reached down between us to take me
into her hand. Holding me firmly, she slowly moved my penis between her
labia, thoroughly wetting the head with her fluids, before positioning
me at her entrance. Only then did she look into my face to ask "This is
my last chance, isn't it? To say 'no', I mean?"

I shook my head, and told her "No. You can stop me any time up to the
point where we actually break your hymen."

She looked deep into my eyes, and asked "You would, wouldn't you?
Actually stop now, I mean. Or even after you were inside me a little
ways. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

She looked at me with something akin to awe, and said "Well, you won't
get the chance. I'm too hot, and too ready, to stop. Do it." - and
tilting her pelvis up to press herself against me.

With her holding me in position, all I had to do was press myself
forward - and I did, with a firm but gentle pressure. I could feel her
trying to open herself up to me, even as I could feel my penis sliding
into her *ever* so slowly. Finally, though, it happened: the head of my
erection slipped past the ring of muscle of her opening. I heard her
gasp even as her eyes opened wide, and I immediately stopped.

After a moment, she said "Thanks. For stopping a moment. Geez, I thought
your *finger* was big, the other day! Just give me a minute to get used
to it, okay?"

"Take whatever time you need. I'll be right here.", I teased.

She grinned in reply, then got kind of a far-off look on her face. After
a few moments, I could feel her muscles around my erection - I could
tell that she was trying to learn to control, or at least relax, them.
It didn't take her long, and I wasn't surprised when she finally told me
"Okay, I'm ready. Keep going."

I slid myself back and forth in her slightly, trying to get her
lubrication spread around a little before I started pushing myself into
her again. With the biggest part of me inside her, it went a little
easier for a while - every so often, I'd stop, and then pull out a
little bit, to make sure we BOTH stayed wet enough. Finally, though,
further progress was blocked by a thin bit of tissue: her maidenhead.

Both of us, of course, knew what the impediment was. She looked up at
me, and said "Now what? This much feels good, but I want MORE, dammit."

"I've only heard of a couple ways of doing this. First one is we just
kind of bump against it to see if it'll fall apart. Second one is to
just keep pushing against it until it breaks. Last one is for me to back
up a little bit, and just ram right through it. Your call."

"I don't think I like that last choice - it sounds like it would hurt
too much. Let's try the first one, okay?"

"Your wish is my command!" I told her, getting a smile in return.

I eased myself out of her a little way, then pressed back in until I
felt myself 'bump' against her cherry. She grimaced a little bit, and
when she saw me looking at her in concern, told me "That was just
uncomfortable, not painful, and that's okay. Keep going."

I quickly scanned her, and found that she'd told me the truth: the
pulling sensation I'd caused in her hadn't hurt, it had just been new
and different enough to be uncomfortable. But the scan of her gave me an
idea that I quickly implemented.

I eased myself a little ways back again, but this time I stayed 'inside'
her with my mind as I pressed in again, so that I'd know *exactly* when
to stop. Since I KNEW when she was uncomfortable, or in pain, I was able
to push against her cherry only as hard and long as it didn't bother
her. I did that a couple more times, then got an even better idea: that
along with monitoring what she was feeling, I'd implant pleasant
sensations from what I was doing. Essentially, anything other than when
I was actually trying to get past her maidenhead would feel *good* to
her - my thinking was that if she was aroused, she'd be more tolerant of
the discomfort or pain that happened, letting us make more and faster
progress. With that in mind, I quickly planted small seeds in her mind,
and went back to trying to nudge her cherry out of our way.

After several more tries, I scanned her again, and found that my
'suggestions' were taking effect: not only was she getting hotter and
wetter from me sliding back and forth in her, but the impacts of my
erection against her hymen were less and less noticeable to her. With
that encouragement, I went back to monitoring her closely, and found
that I was able to be more 'enthusiastic' about getting past her cherry
without causing her any distress. In fact, it wasn't much longer before
I felt myself bump up against it, then slide on past it - drawing a gasp
from both of us at the sensation.

Diane got a Cheshire Cat smile on her face, and said "The deed is done.
Now, FUCK me, Mike!"

"Yes, Ma'am. Right away, Ma'am.", I grinned at her, even as I slid
myself out a little bit before pressing in again - only to feel it as I
slid the rest of the way inside her, stopping only when our pubic hair
merged.

I looked down at her, and saw the distracted look on her face as she
muttered "DAMN, that feels good!"

I held myself still over her, waiting for her to let me know when she
was ready to continue. Eventually, she 'came back' from wherever she'd
been, and looked at me with a Mona Lisa smile, saying "This is
*incredible*. I feel so *full*, and at the same time, I feel _complete_,
like there was something missing before that I didn't know about. *NOW*
I know what it means to be a WOMAN."

"Glad to be of service, Ma'am. Will there be anything else?", I teased.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.", she replied, getting into the
spirit. "I seem to have this _itch_, and I was hoping that you could
scratch it for me with that *marvelous* device you have."

I flexed my erection in her, and saw her eyes widen in response before I
asked "With that device, Ma'am?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one, my good fellow."

"And where might the itch be, Ma'am?"

"Why, it's right where you device is, sir. What good fortune! Perhaps
you could start scratching, then?"

"Is it a small itch, Ma'am, or a large one?"

"Why, it seems to be a *very* large itch, sir. I expect that it will
take quite a bit of scratching to make it feel better."

"Yes, Ma'am. I can only hope that I'm 'up' for as much scratching as it
takes."

She laughed at the joke, and said "My good man, I daresay you seem to be
QUITE 'up' for it."

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am. Shall I get started, then?"

"Yes, please do!"

With that, I slid my erection back out of her, until only the head was
inside. I paused a moment, then eased myself back into her, watching as
her eyes widened as I again filled her - and even a bit further, when
our pubic bones met, earning myself a deep-throated groan from her when
it happened.

Over the next few minutes, I gradually increased the pace and force that
I moved in her. As hot and tight and wet as she was, she felt truly
incredible as she slid along the length of me. It was only through a
combination of sheer willpower and good luck that I managed not to blow
my load in her too quickly. The willpower was my own; the good fortune
came when she had first one, then a little later, another, small
orgasms. While they were happening, I was quite literally unable to move
in her, she clamped down on me so tightly. And my not being able to move
in her, I was able to push back my own climax a little longer each time.

For the next several minutes, we made love with each other - when I
lowered my head to take first one, then the other, of her nipples into
my mouth and suck on them, she raked her fingernails across my back in
her passion. When I moved to kiss her shoulder and nibble on her
earlobe, she responded by sinking her teeth into my shoulder as she
grunted her arousal and pleasure.

As we made love, it got easier and easier for her - and as it got easier
for her, she got more and more aroused. And with the increase in her
arousal came a willingness to open herself to me, and what we were
doing. By the time I felt her third orgasm approaching, she had drawn
her knees up nearly to her breasts, and spread her legs as far as they
would go, allowing me to penetrate her as far as I could. I was
pistoning almost straight down into her, bumping against her clitoris
with each inward motion, when I finally realized that I was going to
climax, no matter what happened. I managed to gasp out that fact to her,
and it only seemed to stimulate her even more, since she told me "Yes!
Do it! I want to feel you shooting inside me!"

A minute or so later, I could feel myself hit the point of no return,
and slowed to a steady, long thrusting that I knew would get me off as
strongly as possible. Diane seemed to understand what I was doing, and
slowed her motions a bit so that I was more in control of how quickly I
climaxed. Finally, there was no holding back, and I pressed myself into
her as deeply as I could as I felt the first spurt of my jism shoot out
the end of my penis. She must have been able to feel it, because her
eyes flew open in surprise, and I felt it as her third orgasm tightened
her around me.

The spasming of her vagina around my penis served to make my climax even
stronger as she milked me for every drop of semen I had. I was still
mostly hard when I felt the last few drops draining into her, and I took
the opportunity to slide myself in and out of her a couple of times -
our combined juices provided enough lubrication to _just barely_ make it
possible, working them into a milky foam that was forced into our pubic
hair as the last of her orgasm washed through her. When it was over, she
all but collapsed underneath me; I lowered myself to my knees and
elbows, covering her, but without putting any weight on her.

After a few moments, her eyes opened up. When she saw me over her, she
quickly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. When she finally
let go of me, it was only so she could start kissing me all over my face
and shoulders as she exclaimed her pleasure and satisfaction with what
we'd just done. Finally, she calmed down enough to lay back - and only
then did she realized that I was still inside her, if not completely
hard.

We stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, softly kissing each
other every so often, until we felt my penis finally shrink enough to
pull free of her - and releasing a small frothy flood.

With that, I moved to lay next to her as she pulled a small hand towel
from the bag she'd brought along, using it to wipe up most of the
results of our lovemaking. When she was satisfied with the cleanup
effort - including wiping ME off - she carefully took out a couple more
sodas (only cool after this much time), before putting the towel in the
bag.

I moved to lean against a bale of hay, and Diane opened the sodas,
giving one to me before moving to sit between my legs and leaning back
against my chest. When she was in position, she pulled my free hand
around her, so that my hand cupped her breast as she held it in place.

She rested her head on my shoulder as the two of us finished catching
our breath, and re-hydrating ourselves. I couldn't help but tilt my head
to give her an occasional small kiss on the top of her head as we
rested; each time I did, she would hug my arm to her in response. I
scanned her, and found that she had a deep, deep affection for me. I
couldn't help examining my own feelings toward her, and realized - much
to my surprise - that what I felt toward her was much the same; given
the time and even a modicum of opportunity, what each of us felt would
turn into a full-blown adult _love_.

We sat there for quite some time, simply content to *be* with each
other, before Diane finally spoke, telling me "Thank you, Mike. I wanted
my first time to be good, and you did that for me."

I could *feel* her smile as I said "I'm glad it worked out all right for
you."

"It was better than 'all right'. It was _wonderful_ - I couldn't have
dreamed that it would have turned out the way it did. You were as
patient and gentle and caring as I ever wanted."

"It was my pleasure, I promise."

She giggled, and said "Yeah, I noticed that. But only after you made
sure it was MY pleasure, too."

We sat there a couple more minutes before she asked "Mike, you really
*are* okay with me and Holly, aren't you?"

"Sure, why not?"

"That we're both girls and she's your SISTER doesn't bother you at all,
does it?"

"Not really. I know how good of friends you were before, remember? I
know you're not going to do anything to hurt each other; and the two of
you together is a safe way for you to get rid of your tensions and make
each other happy. Beyond that, I don't see that it's much of my
business."

"Yeah, but even when you've seen us kiss and touch each other, you've
never said or done anything, one way or the other. Why?"

"Pretty simple. I'm not going to put you down because I don't see it as
a bad thing. I'm not going to cheer you on, because I don't want you to
think that I'm trying to get involved."

"Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Get involved."

I have to admit that the idea of watching the two of them - never mind
actually participating - turned me on; something that Diane must have
felt pressing against her back, because she exclaimed "You would! You
would like to get involved!"

"Hold it, timeout. Wait just a darn minute."

"What?" she demanded, somewhat indignantly.

"Okay, yes, the idea of watching you two has a certain appeal" - "I can
tell!", she exclaimed, before giggling - "just like it would for most
guys: the idea of watching two women making love is pretty erotic. Where
I've got a problem is getting involved. I mean, you're one thing, but
Holly is my *sister* - my _younger_ sister. Granted that she's cute as
hell, and sexy to boot, but she's still family. I don't know if I could
get past that, or not." Okay, I was lying. I'd jump Holly as fast as I
had Diane, given the right circumstances. But it Simply Wouldn't Do to
have Diane know how easy I'd be.

"You think Holly is cute, and sexy?"

"Of course."

"But what about her being family?"

"I'm her brother. That doesn't mean I'm not a guy, or that I'm dead!", I
answered.

"I can vouch for both of those last items!", she teased.

With that, she seemed to realize where we were, and what we'd been doing
- and that the clock had been ticking the whole time. She turned
slightly to look at me before saying "As nice as it is to just sit here
with you, I think we'd better get going. I know Holly will distract Aunt
Paula as long as she can, but the two of them WILL be back here before
long - and I think WE need to clean up a bit before they do!"

"You're right" I sighed.

That settled, the two of us got up and got our things together - Diane
repacked the bag she'd brought up, and I re-folded the tarp. Neither of
us bothered to get dressed after Diane pointed out that if we did, the
clothes would probably smell, and give us away, just as changing clothes
would.

Naked, we made our way back to the house, then on into the bathroom.
There, I grabbed a quick shower, careful not to get my hair wet in case
Aunt Paula came home before it dried. Once out of the shower, I quickly
dressed as Diane got started on hers - but only after she and I
exchanged kisses and a little mutual groping. As she washed, I quickly
cleaned out the bag she'd had: a container of baby oil and one of sun
block replaced the empty soda bottles, and the used hand towel went
inside a pair of dirty pants in the gym bag I'd brought my clothes in.
It was one that we'd brought from my folks house, so Aunt Paula wouldn't
have any cause to miss it.

I stuck my head in the bathroom to tell Diane what I'd done - caught her
stark naked as she was drying off, though she didn't mind - then it was
back out to the porch. There, I picked up my book, and started reading
where I'd left off - as opposed to the couple of chapters before that
that I'd had open for Aunt Paula.

When Diane came out, she saw that I had a little bruise on my shoulder
where she'd bitten me while we were making love. I looked around, and
saw the perfect excuse for a bruise: a couple lengths of steel pipe that
Uncle Jack had been meaning to move. I went over and managed to haul
them into the barn and put them where he wanted them. When I was done,
Diane asked me what I'd done it for. I explained that having a couple of
fifteen-foot lengths of steel pipe on my shoulder was perfectly
reasonable explanation for having a small bruise there. She grinned, and
said "Yeah - but I'd better learn to be more careful when we get back
home!"

Our bases covered, and everything put away, we went back to the house to
sit on the porch. I went back to my book, and Diane started on a
magazine while listening to a radio with headphones on. It wasn't twenty
minutes later that Aunt Paula came home to find us on opposite ends of
the porch, each apparently in our own world. Both of us quickly went to
help her with the groceries and such; I was careful to mark my place in
my book with a bookmark that made it clear that I'd been reading the
whole time.

As we carried things in for Aunt Paula while she put them away, Holly
kept looking at the two of us for some clue as to what - if anything -
had happened while she was gone. Diane finally just nodded to her; when
Holly looked at me with a big grin on her face, I just looked at her as
though to say "Cool it, or you'll give us away" - and wiping the grin
off her face.

When things were put away, I picked up my book while Holly and Diane
headed off to one of the stock tanks - to talk about what Diane and I
had done, of course.

----

Part 2

School started again just a couple of weeks after we got home from Uncle
Jack and Aunt Paula's farm. When Mom and Dad came to pick us up, Uncle
Jack told them about my idea for stacking the hay, and how the other
farmers in the area had responded to it - earning me a look of pride
from Mom, and another one from Dad that I couldn't figure out.

With the start of school, and the start of my Senior year, I had ample
opportunity to re-acquaint myself with most of the girls that I'd dated
the previous school year. Diane still came over to visit Holly, and the
three of us still had fun - more when our folks weren't home. Diane and
I were a lot more relaxed around each other - kissing, hugging, being in
varying states of (un)dress, and so on. It was coming up on Halloween
when Holly asked me if I could drive her someplace after school the next
afternoon, a Wednesday. I didn't have anything planned, so I said I'd do
it, figuring that she just wanted to go to the mall, or something.

The next afternoon, she was waiting for me at my car when I got out of
class. We both got in, and after I got the car started, I asked her
"Where to?"

She responded by telling me to head for the intersection of a couple of
streets. Slightly confused, I put the car in gear, and headed out. As we
got closer, I could sense that she was getting more and more nervous - I
scanned her and was surprised to find out that where we were actually
going was a small strip mall a short distance from the intersection
she'd given me - and more specifically, the family planning clinic IN
the mall. And the purpose? So she could get fitted with an IUD! Holly
had found a place that would let her get started on birth control!

To try and get some communication going with her, I asked her "So, where
we going, exactly? Or did you join the police force when no one was
looking, and you're starting your new job of directing traffic?"

Not even smiling, she responded by telling me "Um, we're not actually
going to Baldur and Hayes. It's just that the place I'm going to is near
there."

"And where might that be?"

"There's a mini-mall a couple blocks down the street, on Hayes. That's
where I'm headed."

"Okay", I answered, willing to give her a little more time to tell me
what was going on.

A couple minutes later, she finally spoke up, telling me "Uh, Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm actually going to the clinic there."

"Clinic?"

"Yeah. A family planning clinic."

"And you're going there because......"

"Because I want to start using birth control."

"And they're going to do what? Fix you up with a prescription for the
Pill, or something?"

"Or something. I can't get the Pill because I'm still underage; at
least, I can't get it without letting Mom or Dad know. But I can get
started with an IUD without their permission."

"And what brought all this on?"

"You. And Diane."

"How so?"

She looked at me like I'd just wet myself, and said "After the two of
you were, uh, together at the farm, Diane told me what it was like for
her, and how good it made her feel. I had already been thinking about
what sex might be like, but I knew I wasn't really *ready* for it when
the two of you, you know....."

"So, what, you're feeling left out or something?"

"No, not that - I still have fun with her, and you're as nice to me as
you've always been. It's just that I've been thinking about it more and
more, and I want to be sure I'm ready - I mean, protected - when I
finally DO decide I'm ready to start having sex. You know Mom and Dad
would have kittens if they thought I was even *thinking* about sex, so I
couldn't ask them about the Pill. I checked around, and the next best
thing is an IUD. An IUD I *can* get without their permission."

"And you know the Pill and IUDs and how they work?"

"Sure. The Pill changes my hormones a little to make my body think I'm
*already* pregnant, so that I can't GET pregnant. I'd take one every day
of my period. An IUD is a little device that goes inside me, and does
what the Pill does, only without chemicals by just BEING there."

That sounded pretty close to what I'd heard about them, so I let it go,
and asked "So why are you doing this at a clinic, instead of the
doctor's office?"

Again with the look, before she answered me by saying "Because the
Doctor would probably tell Mom or Dad, even if he DID fix me up with
one. The clinic I'm going to, they don't tell parents as long as the
girl is sixteen - which I was a couple weeks ago, when I set up the
appointment."

She'd definitely thought this through, and seemed to have a pretty good
idea of what she was doing, and why.

"So you're getting set up with birth control _before_ you need it? As
in, you haven't yet?"

"Yes, Mike, I'm still a virgin. But not for much longer, I think."

"Sounds like you've got somebody in mind."

"I do."

"Anybody I know?"

"Yeah. But I'm not ready to talk about it yet, okay?"

"Okay, I won't push. Just do me a favor and make sure first, right?"

"Oh, I will - I know I'm not ready to actually *do* it, yet; just that
I'm ready to be ready, if that makes sense."

By this time, we'd gotten close to where she wanted to go; with a little
direction from her, it was only a couple more minutes before I pulled
into the parking lot and found a space that was reasonably out of the
way. The clinic did their part by having their 'main' entrance at the
side of the building, where it was somewhat concealed by shrubbery. All
very discrete.

As Holly started to get out of the car, I asked her "Do I need to go in
with you? Or should that be do you WANT me to go in with you?"

She smiled, and said "No, in either case - but thanks for the offer.
I've got the payment, and you're the ride they told me I'd want when
they were done, so that's about got it covered. They said I'd be in
there for half an hour to an hour, so if you want to get a drink or
something to eat, you've got some time."

"I'll just wait here, then. If I go someplace and come back, that just
increases the chance someone will notice me, or us."

She smiled again, and nodded, before heading into the clinic. I sat
outside, reading one of my homework assignments, until I heard footsteps
approaching. When I looked up, I saw that it was Holly, walking a bit
unsteadily to the car.

When she got in, she saw that I was looking at her uncertainly.
Realizing my concern, she just laughed a little, and said "No, I'm fine;
everything went just the way they said it would. I'm just feeling a
little sore from the procedure. They said to take it easy tonight, that
I'd be fine in the morning; and that I shouldn't get too active for the
next couple of days."

By the time I got us home, Mom had gotten home from the volunteer work
she did at a local charity; she saw Holly walking funny, and immediately
wanted to know what was wrong. Holly just told her that she'd stumbled
on the stairs at school, and had twisted her knee a little, and that
she'd be fine in the morning, she was sure. Since her knee obviously
wasn't swollen, it couldn't have been *too* bad, Mom was thinking when I
scanned her. She wasn't happy about it, but - with my help - content to
accept Holly's explanation. Supper that night was served in the family
room, on trays, so that Holly didn't have to get up and move around any
more than necessary.

Sure enough, the next morning, Holly was moving around, apparently fine.
Only my scan of her revealed that there was still a little soreness that
she was covering up so the rest of us wouldn't worry.

The following Saturday, Diane came over as usual. Dad was off to do some
charity golf thing, and Mom was going with him for moral support: Dad
wasn't that good of a golfer, even in the best of times, and needed her
there to keep him steady.

I was taking a nap on my bed at the time, and was surprised when I woke
up to find a naked Diane straddling my hips. I immediately started to
get hard, which tented the cutoff sweats I was wearing - pressing them
against Diane's crotch.

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow in question; she answered by
telling me "Holly's still a little sore inside, and she doesn't think
that we should, uh, *do* anything for a couple more days. I'm feeling
_really_ frisky, so she said I should come on in here and see if you
could take care of me, instead. So here I