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 ï>¿Culmination Of A Crush by Easterbilby

   My younger sister's friend comes to stay for the weekend.

   It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession
of a younger sister usually develops a major crush on one of her friends.

   Given that it is universally acknowledged, I wasn't surprised when Ella
came up to me during summer holidays and poked me in the chest.

   "I'm having a party this weekend.  You're" Poke "not" Poke "invited."

   I was home from university (fifth year of a three year course - drugs
are bad) for the summer and living in the caravan in the back yard.  My
sister Ella had just finished high school and was getting ready to head off
to the same university to start an Arts degree.  Everyone knew she would
get better grades than I did.

   I put on a hurt face.

   "Why would I want to hang out with you and your friends?"

   "Because they are all cute, they are all eighteen and we'll all be very
drunk and making bad decisions.  But," she poked me again, "and let me make
myself very clear: none of those bad decisions will involve you."

   "Fine, fine," I said, throwing my hands in the air.  The fact that I'm
writing this down means that I was obviously wrong at this point.  But in
my defence, I did plan on staying out of their way, apart from popping in
occasionally for a quick perve.

   The best laid plans, and all that.

   So I stocked up on Coke and snacks and a big bag of weed and I headed
out to my caravan for an evening of solo debauchery when I knew it was
almost time for her friends to arrive.  I had a hard-line installed so I
could get online for porn and I had a small tv and VCR for watching Star
Trek.  It wasn't a bad setup.

   Ella did the "I'm watching you" hand gesture at me through the picture
window.  I stuck up my middle finger and grinned as I closed the door.

   Lying on the caravan mattress, I heard them arrive.

   "Bitches!  I am here!  Wait, am I the first to arrive?  Fuck."

   That was April.  She was tall and sporty and brash and insulted everyone
in a casual way that left them knowing she didn't really mean it but
actually kind of did.  She didn't like me.  I used to tease her about her
height because I thought she had the most incredible legs and I know that
is toxic masculinity and I've been extra nice to her over the past couple
of years but the girl holds a grudge.  I heard her and Ella talking and
hugging and then another voice piped up:

   "Drinks!  Drinks for everyone!  Ella, please tell me you have ice,
because I have drinks!"

   Marnie had arrived.  Shortest of the bunch, bursting with energy, smoked
almost as much dope as I did, and loved cotton dresses with nothing
underneath ("Gotta be free, man!").  She liked me fine.  I got her weed.  I
thought she was sexy as hell, but only to look at.  She was very intense.

   More hugs, clinks of drinks being stuck in ice buckets.  Drinks being
opened.  And another voice.  I was up in a second, listening closely.

   "You started without me, you contemptuous wenches!  Give me a drink!"

   I was suddenly smiling, unable to help myself.  Catherine had arrived.

   I can't explain what it was that made her the one that I was unable to
stop thinking of.  I certainly had never made a move, with me at university
and her in high school.  But I was always drawn to her.

   She played the piano.  She liked to sing.  She was into science fiction
and fantasy novels.  She was a nerd's nerd.

   And she always looked incredible.  No makeup, just huge green eyes,
short brown hair, full, always-smiling lips and an impish expression.  Her
face was sprayed with freckles, as were her shoulder blades.  She loved
short shorts and long t-shirts and I could never take my eyes off her.

   I opened the door and stuck my head out.  Catherine saw me and waved,
with a warm smile on her face.  April noticed as well and scowled, and
Marnie caught my eye and made a smoking gesture with her hands, one eye
raised in question.  I nodded to her - I could provide weed later - and
grinned back at Catherine, ignoring April completely.  And then I saw
Ella's scowl, and I grimaced and ducked back into the caravan.

   More girls, and a number of guys, turned up to the party and soon the
place was rocking.  People lay chatting on the trampoline and hanging from
the lower branches of the huge tree in the back yard and dancing to Hottest
100 tunes on the CD player and smoking and drinking and making out.  I
peeked at them through the window and watched two of Ella's classmates
making out under the walnut tree - his hand up inside her top and hers
stroking him through his shorts.  A moment later they were broken apart by
a giggling crowd and drawn back into the throng.

   I smoked weed and watched Star Trek and rubbed myself and waited for the
party to end.  By midnight it was winding down and the police had been by
to ask them to turn off the music.  And then it was just Ella and her core
group of friends who were staying the night.  And I sighed in relief and
stepped out of the caravan amidst a cloud of smoke and eau-de-Me.

   The girls were lying on the trampoline in the back yard.  It was a warm
night and they had a mosquito coil burning underneath the tramp.  They
chatted quietly and I went inside to grab more to drink and wash up.

   When I came back out, Marnie and Catherine jumped off the trampoline and
came over to me.  Both looked pleasantly inebriated, but Marnie had a glint
in her eye and I knew why she was coming over.  I patted my pockets.

   "Help a girl out?" she asked.  I grinned.

   "Sounded like a fun night.  Did you hook up?" I took her and Catherine
both in with my question.  Marnie shrugged.

   "Sort of," she said.  "A bit of a grope up the back." She gave her
breasts a squeeze to demonstrate.  I noticed a couple of buttons were
undone on her summer dress.  Wonderful curves were showing.

   "Nice one." I turned towards Catherine, hoping the answer would be no.
She blushed slightly.

   "I was here to relax," she said.  "Trying to get someone's interest just
isn't that relaxing."

   "I can't imagine you would have to try," I said, and her blush deepened.
Marnie nudged me.

   "Oy, none of that," she said.  "Ella's watching." I looked over at the
tramp and saw Ella scowling.  I shrugged.

   "Gotta get you your weed," I said.  I found the bag and pulled out a
bunch for her.  She slipped it into her own bag and gave me a hug in
thanks.

   "You better disappear now, before she sets April on you," she whispered
in my ear.  I patted her butt as she headed back to the trampoline, holding
the weed aloft.  Catherine returned more slowly, looking back at me as I
went back to the van.

   Lying in the van, wearing just my boxers in the heat, I remembered that
hug and reflected that each and every one of them was now over eighteen. 
This was obvious with Marnie.  Less so with Catherine, especially with
those freckles, but they had all gained a certain confidence over this past
year.

   I gently pushed at the caravan window next to my bed so that I could
eavesdrop on their post-party conversation.  My hand was already slipping
down inside my boxers.

   "That was a great night, Ell," Catherine said.  "A good send-off for
high school."

   "Nobody died, I call it a win," April added.

   "When nobody ends up dead or pregnant you have a good party."

   "No guarantees that nobody got preggers," April said.  "Did you see
those two over by the tree?"

   "That's why I don't let people inside the house," Ella said.

   "Didn't stop them," Marnie said.  "Or me."

   There was a surprised giggle from the others.

   "What?"

   "Yeah, dunno her name, but she wanted to feel these beauties."

   My cock twitched.  It was another girl?

   "Oh wow," April breathed.  "Does that mean, you're, what?  A lesbian?"

   "God no," Marnie scoffed.  "I am all about the D.  But if a girl wants a
nibble, who am I to say no?"

   "They are very nice boobs," April said.  "Not like mine."

   "Don't sell yourself short," Marnie said.  "These feel pretty good too."
There was a squeal from the others and they all laughed.  Marnie must have
gotten a handful of April's smaller but beautifully shaped breasts.

   "Fuck this," I muttered, and turned off my light so that I could slide
the curtains aside and see what was going on.  My hand was wrapped around
my shaft by now.  It had been a slow year.

   On the trampoline, Marnie hadn't removed her hand from April's chest. 
It wasn't easy to see in the dim light from the spotlight shining into the
yard, but April wasn't complaining and had raised her own hand to undo a
couple more buttons on Marnie's dress.

   "How about we have a look then?" she asked.  "Get the others to vote?"
Her fingers paused on the last button.  My cock throbbed in my fist. 
Marnie squeezed April's breast and then nodded.

   "Sure, let's do it."

   "What?" Ella asked, but Catherine was already nodding.

   "OK," said Marnie, sliding her hand under April's crop top and lifting
the material.  "We'll have to get all this clothing out of the way."

   "We're in the back yard!' Ella hissed.

   "Everyone's asleep," Marnie said, motioning for April to lose the top.
April gave a nervous look around and then shrugged and pulled the top over
her head.  She wasn't wearing a bra.

   "You have nothing to complain about," Catherine said to April.  "You
neither, Marnie," she said, looking down at Marnie who was on her back on
the trampoline, her breasts free and proud.  I moaned with desire. 
Marnie's breasts were twice the size of April's, but both were round, with
dark nipples sticking out in the night breeze.  Marnie was gently tweezing
April's nipple between her fingers and cupping the breast.

   "You need to feel these," she said to Catherine and Ella.  "It's not a
proper competition otherwise."

   "Yup," April said.  "Three tests: touch, sight and taste."

   "Are we forgoing the motorboat test?" Marnie asked.

   "The motorboat test?" Ella asked, still looking around nervously.  She
needn't have worried.  Apart from her pervert brother, the rest of the
family were up in Echuca for the weekend.

   "The motorboat test," Marnie repeated, and pulled a laughing April down
on top of her, pressing her face between April's breasts and going
brm-brm-BRM-BRM-brm-mmm-mmm-mmm.  April shrieked and tried half-heartedly
to pull free.  Marnie finally let her go after giving each nipple a solid
lick.

   "April's winning for me," she said.  April was flushed with arousal and
casually flicked her own nipples, rubbing Marnie's saliva over her fingers.

   "I feel like a winner," she said.  "But don't we need to return the
favour?" With that, she leaned over and took Marnie's nipple in her mouth,
sucking gently.  Marnie moaned and arched her back, one hand running down
over her thigh.  She was lying in such a way to show me clearly that there
was nothing under that dress.

   I'll admit, that was too much for me.  I came hard, spraying against the
wall of the caravan.  But I knew I wasn't even close to being done, and
neither were they.

   Marnie was looking over at Ella and Catherine.  "Impartial observer's
time." She cupped her breasts.  "Ella?"

   Ella took a hesitant step forward.  She reached out her hand.  I
hesitated.  But figured I was really looking at Marnie, and could look away
if they started to get Ella's breasts out.  My sister's hand brushed over
Marnie's curves and she gave a gentle squeeze.  April hopped off the
trampoline and moved in beside Ella.

   "Mine too," she said.  "Test them together."

   And then I was watching my sister with a hand on two different women's
breasts, cupping them and squeezing them.  She was deep in thought, sliding
her thumbs over the nipples.  Her test subjects wriggled, enjoying the
touch.  Grinning, Ella moved to the other breast of each girl.

   "Got to be thorough." She tweaked each of them.  April had her hand on
Ella's hip and was gently stroking her side.  Marnie was stroking her own
thighs, giving me a great view between her legs.

   "I'm feeling left out," Catherine said.  She hopped up so that she was
sitting on the trampoline and took Marnie's free boob in her hand.  "Oh. 
Oh wow." And just like that, I was hard again.

   April pulled Ella's mouth down to her breast.

   "Taste test time." Ella took her hand away from Marnie and concentrated
on sucking on April's nipples, her hands roaming over April's bare back and
down to that incredible ass.

   Catherine took Ella's place, falling back onto the trampoline and
bouncing a couple of times before rolling over to cuddle Marnie and kiss
her way from Marnie's neck down to her breasts.

   And I watched it all, stroking furiously, wondering at the sexy women
exploring each other, maybe for the first time, out on my trampoline in the
middle of the night.

   The final result came in with April winning the taste test ("They taste
like strawberries!") and Marnie taking out the touch test ("I could play
with them all day!").  But the visual element came out a draw, and they
agreed that all breasts were good breasts.

   "Now onto to the pussy taste test," Marnie said, slowly spreading her
legs.  The other girls giggled, but none of them felt that adventurous, and
Ella suggested that they should head inside and make up the beds.

   They hopped up slowly, and headed in.  Marnie was the last one left.  I
clearly heard her sigh with disappointment, and slid a finger between her
lips, stroking gently up and down a couple of times.  I was so entranced, I
didn't realise for a moment that the entire time she was doing this, she
was looking straight at the caravan window and the dark patch that was me
looking out at her.

   I jerked, meeting her gaze and came again, leaving another spray on the
caravan wall.  Marnie either saw the movement or guessed, because her smile
was wicked as she scooted forward off the tramp and walked to the house,
barefoot, breasts free in the night, peeking back at the caravan and
blowing me a kiss as she entered the house.

   ***

   I slept well that night, exhausted from my voyeuristic ministrations.  I
slept late, and the girls did too, as I was the first one in the kitchen. I
was wearing my boxers and a Hawaiian shirt open due to the already
scorching heat of summer.  Our house wasn't airconditioned, but the cooler
built into the wall still made inside more bearable than my caravan.

   "Morning!" came a sleepy yawn from behind me.  I looked over my shoulder
and smiled at Catherine as she came through the door.  She was wearing a
long t-shirt and as she moved, I couldn't see any lines from bra or
panties. So maybe just the shirt.

   "Morning to you too," I said.  "How did the party go?"

   "Oh you know," she said.  "Pillow fights, bouncing on the bed, the basic
teenage stereotypes.  We didn't keep you up?"

   "I was up for awhile," I said with a grin, "But I slept like the dead."

   She looked at me for a moment, head slightly tilted, trying to figure
out if anything I said had a double meaning.  And then she shook her head
and went to sit at the table, one gorgeous leg crossed over the other.

   "Coffee?" she asked.

   "We've even got Nescafe Blend 43," I replied.  She winced, but nodded
resignedly.

   "Beggars can't be choosers."

   "I'll run out later and get proper coffee for everyone," I promised. 
Her eyes lit up.  I brought her a glass of orange juice while the kettle
boiled.  Her smile woke me up even more.  I saw her gaze catch on my chest
and stomach as I turned away again.  She stood up.  Wandered into the
lounge.  I heard tentative plinks from the piano.  And then she started to
pick out some simple melodies.

   I brought her coffee and questioned her with a glance downwards as to
whether I could join her.  She nodded and I sat down.  I started to play a
baseline while she continued to play the melody.  Our arms touched with
every movement and her hip was pressed against mine.  I glanced down and
saw that her t-shirt had ridden up as she sat down and now only barely
covered her.  If she'd glanced down, she would have noticed a clear bulge
in my boxer shorts.  She caught my eye and smiled, picking up the pace on
her tune.  I changed tempo to match her.  She pressed her leg against mine
and this time she did glance down.  Her smile when she caught my eyes again
was that familiar impish grin that had me so infatuated.  I felt her leg
move and took another glance downwards.  She was shifting back and forward
on the piano stool, slowly working her t-shirt higher up her body.  A tuft
of hair was visible between her legs.  My cock strained inside my boxers,
and I figured - well, if she can do it, so can I.

   With both hands on the piano, I started to shift my hips, and my
cockhead dragged along the cotton of my boxers, working slowly towards the
button fly, which never really held anything in.  Catherine gasped, and her
melody struck an off note as she saw the purple head peak out above the
button.  Precum glistened at the tip - I was so incredibly horny.  She
wriggled forward again.

   "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" growled Ella, storming
through from the kitchen.  We both stopped playing and I quickly turned
away from her to readjust my boxers.  Catherine swivelled off the stool and
stood, grabbing her coffee.

   "Just a bit of piano practise," she said.  The pinkness of her face
could be explained away by the heat, but Ella looked suspicious.

   "Don't drink that shit," Ella said, pointing at the coffee, "I'll go get
us some real stuff."

   "Don't worry, Sis," I said, standing up, still facing away from her. 
"I'll get them.  Write a list while I get some pants on."

   "Maybe you should come into the house wearing pants next time," grumbled
my sister.  Don't get me wrong, I usually loved her dearly, but this 'hands
off my friends' lark was getting to me.

   "I could be wandering around naked, so this is a step up." I winked at
Catherine and headed out to the van to grab my keys and some pants.

   ***

   I stayed away until the evening when I was graciously invited to join
them for dinner.  The four girls had been out shopping and had plans to
spend the evening modelling clothes for each other.  I was obviously not
invited to this session either.

   Feeling decidedly grumpy, I headed back out to my van, stripped down to
my boxers and lay down to watch TV.  I fell asleep almost immediately.

   The door to the caravan opening woke me, but not enough that I bothered
to move.  I was lying on my back and I think I may have been dreaming about
Catherine because my cock was as hard as a rock and jutting upwards inside
my boxers.  I let my eyes slip open just a crack - not enough to give the
game away but enough to see who was coming in.

   It was Marnie.  She opened the door carefully and then stuck her head
in, checking my face to see if I was awake.  And then her mouth opened as
she saw the pole flying at full mast.  She stared for a good moment, and
then looked quickly back over her shoulder.  She gestured to someone behind
her and after a moment April stuck her head around the door.  Marnie
pointed.  April gasped.  The two of them backed out of the van and closed
the door most of the way.  I heard them giggling and whispering.

   "Oh my God.  That is impressive!"

   "Quite a tool to come out of that tool."

   "Come on, he's not that bad.  He gives us weed."

   "He gives you weed.  He called me a weed."

   "But not for ages.  Anyway, he's asleep now.  I came here to find his
stash, but maybe we can find something else to puff on."

   "You can't be serious.  It's Ella's brother!"

   "Who cares?  Her and Cath are asleep.  It's a very hard cock is what it
is, and after you guys stood me up last night, I really need to get off."

   "Did you really want to?"

   "I mean, only if you wanted to, but no, I was joking.  Kind of.  But I
really want this."

   "So what, you're just going to go in there and jump on?"

   "I mean, I might have a nibble first, but yeah, that's the plan."

   My cock was throbbing.  Please let this happen, I prayed.  I will stop
copying PlayStation games from the video store.  I will mow the lawns
without being asked.  Just let me have this.

   "You're crazy.  What if he says no?"

   "He won't.  I saw him watching us last night."

   "He what??"

   "Shhh.  I'm sure he had a good wank.  Well, now it's time for us to have
a turn."

   "That little pervert."

   "That's right.  Come in here and punish him."

   "Oh you harlot.  OK, but I might just watch."

   "Whatever floats your boat."

   The door opened again and my cock twitched in anticipation.  Marnie
stepped up into the van.  It creaked slightly and she paused, watching my
face.  She couldn't see my open eyes, but I let them slide closed anyway.
No sense taking the risk and scaring them off.

   Creak.  Creak.  Creak.  She moved closer to the bed.  There was another
settling of the caravan as April stepped up behind her.  And then a low
appreciative whistle.

   Marnie giggled and shooshed her friend.  Another creak and then I felt
warm breath on the outside of my boxers.  I wanted to open my eyes but I
knew she'd be watching closely now, so I kept them closed.

   A finger slid up the opening of my boxers.  My cock twitched
involuntarily and the finger froze, but when I didn't make a further
movement, it continued, stroking me gently through the cloth.  A second
finger tweaked the button on my boxers and then my cock sprang free,
eliciting another gasp from the girls.  Marnie sighed softly.

   "It's so beautiful.  I want to taste it."

   Another giggle.  And then hot breath blew against my exposed cockhead.
The finger traced the ridge of my cock and then her hand wrapped around it.
Marnie took a breath and then I felt her lips press down gently on my
cockhead.  Her tongue flicked around the ridge, tasting the pearl of precum
that had oozed out at the thought of them.  She made a low murmuring sound
of approval which travelled right down my shaft and into my balls.  My
breath hitched.

   Her lips popped off the end of my cock and she flicked the end gently.

   "No fucking way are you still asleep," she said in a low voice, causing
April to gasp.  "Wave up you cheeky perve."

   I opened my eyes and smiled down at her.

   "That was a pleasant way to wake up," I said.

   "Like that, did you?" Marnie said, giving me a couple of strokes with
her hand.  "As much as you liked watching us play on the trampoline last
night?"

   I couldn't deny it.  She knew I had been watching.

   "I always prefer to be in on the action, but last night.  That was
fucking hot."

   "You like perving on young teenagers?" April asked, a sneer in her
voice. But I noticed that her gaze was riveted on the cock in Marnie's
hand.

   "Not so young now," I said, moaning slightly as Marnie continued to pump
my cock slowly, watching more precum bubble on the tip.  She leaned forward
to lick it off and I gasped.

   "We have to punish you, you realise that?" Marnie said, looking up at
me. "You got to play with this last night and we didn't.  So tonight, we'll
play with it and you won't.  OK?"

   I could only nod.  I so badly wanted to grasp Marnie's breasts and kiss
her all over, but if this was how it had to be, I would do my best to put
up with it.

   "April, look for rope, or something," Marnie commanded.  April's eyes
were wide, confused by this request but also excited.  She looked around.

   "God this place is a mess."

   "I wasn't expecting visitors.  Um, oh god," I said as Marnie licked the
tip again.  "Um, PlayStation controllers.  Over by the tv." April grabbed
them and brought them back.  She examined the area around my bed and found
a couple of metal rods used to hang tea towels when the bed was a table. 
With astounding speed, she tied each of my hands with the controller cords.
As she leaned over me I could see her nipples projecting through the cotton
of her nightie.

   "Is this one of the things you bought today?" I asked, leaning forward
to try and touch a nipple with my tongue.  April pulled back.

   "Hey, no touchy!" she said, yanking hard on one of the cords.  It bit
into my wrist and I yelped.  She stood back to look at her handywork and
caught mine and Marnie's amazed expression.  She blushed slightly.

   "Girl Guides," she explained.

   Marnie stood up and drew April close.  She ran her fingers over April's
chest and the other girl shuddered with pleasure.

   "So what should we do first?" Marnie asked.  April looked back at her.

   "Probably should give him a little more of a taste of what he was
perving on last night." She reached over and undid some of the buttons on
Marnie's dress.  This was another simple cotton number and again it was
obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath.  April was wearing a sheer
cotton nightie that went to the middle of her thighs.  It was almost
see-through and I imagined the other girls were once more thinking about
their sexuality during the modelling of this.

   Marnie nodded and slid her hand down April's belly, over the edge of the
night dress, and back up, pulling the material upwards, exposing simple
cotton panties and gorgeous naked breasts.  April helped, pulling the
garment over her head.  Marnie's dress dropped to the floor due to lack of
buttons.  She immediately moved to cover one of April's nipples with her
lips.  She was short enough that she didn't have to bend far.  April sighed
and stroked Marnie's back.  I could see Marnie's hand sliding along April's
belly and across the cotton of the panties.  April gasped again, and then
gently pulled Marnie so that April stood behind her, holding her facing me.

   Marnie was completely naked.  A patch of trimmed red hair framed her
gorgeous lips.  April's hands snaked around to caress her breasts while her
lips trailed along her neck.  She watched me as she played with Marnie and
I watched her, cock straining with anticipation, jerking as it tried to
escape my body and go join them.  April's fingers trailed across Marnie's
belly and then tweaked a few ginger pubic hairs, making Marnie gasp.  When
April's fingers trailed between the hair and found the delicious folds
beneath, Marnie moaned.

   "Ah I want him in me," she said, and leaned forwards to kneel on the
bed. April followed her and knelt beside her, stroking her breasts and back
and all the time watching my cock strain with a hungry expression.  Marnie
turned to look at the other girl and caught her rapt expression.  She
grinned and took April's hand in hers.

   "Give it a feel." She pulled April's hand down onto my cock.  April did
not resist.  She ran her fingers over it, grinning with each of my twitches
and gasps.

   Marnie's hand joined April's.  Their fingers intertwined and they looked
at each other and kissed gently.  As it broke apart, they resumed the kiss,
this time on either side of my cock.  I moaned in ecstasy as their tongues
touched and entwined, licking me, running over each other's lips, their
lips sucking gently on me and on each other.  At the same time they stroked
me with their hands.

   April broke the kiss and sat back, panting.

   "Oh my god," she said.  "I want to watch you ride him."

   "But he can't watch," Marnie said with a wicked grin.  "What could we
possibly use to stop him from seeing?" She reached out and ran a finger
down the front of April's panties.  April's eyes widened and then she
looked at me and touched her breasts.

   "Mmm.  That might be nice."

   And that is how I ended up with April sitting on my face, grinding her
pussy against my lips and nose as she watched Marnie fuck me mercilessly.

   April crawled over my chest, gave my cock another good squeeze and then
backed her gorgeous, shaved pussy up until it filled my vision.

   "Take a deep breath," she said, looking back over her shoulder.  And
then she smothered me.

   I mean, if you have to die, this is the way to go.  But I panicked for a
bit, wondering just how much she disliked me.  My lips closed on her
clitoris and sucked as my nose disappeared up into her and she wriggled and
gasped.  I tapped the bed, completely out of breath and Marnie pulled April
forward slightly, laughing.

   "We don't want to kill him," she said.  April grinned, her face red with
enjoyment.

   "Speak for yourself," she said.  And to me: "Do a good job and I'll let
you up for air every now and again." And she plonked back down on my face.

   I went to work to save my own life.  My tongue flicked along her slit,
delved into her sweet wetness.  I sucked on her lips and tongued her anus,
causing her to squeal softly.  I'm still here, so I obviously did a good
enough job.

   While this was happening, Marnie had straddled me and I could feel her
moving up my thighs until I knew she was directly above my cock.  She
stroked me a few times and then I felt the warmth of her as she slid down
onto the tip of my cock and held there.  She gasped.  April moaned at the
sight of it.  I tried to thrust up, desperate to be inside her.  Marnie
poked me in the belly.

   "None of that, mister," she said, and rubbed her clit along my cockhead,
gasping at the sensation.  "This.  Uh, mmm.  This is all...  Mmmmm.  Me."
And with that she slid down in one fluid motion onto my cock.

   I almost came on the spot.  The sudden pleasure was so intense.  She was
tight.  And she was working me, sliding up and dropping down, grinding
against my pelvis with every thrust, gasping with the excitement of it.

   April was breathing heavily and I could feel her fingers working her
clit while my tongue slid in and out of her.  Marnie was panting on top of
me and I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock.  I had been on
the edge from the start and so when I knew that she was cumming I moaned
into April's pussy and let loose inside Marnie.  Spurt after spurt jetted
inside her, with my cock tensing and releasing over and over.  April came
as well, suffocating me again as she ground her orgasm into my face.  And
then both girls dropped down on top of me, panting and stroking each
other's hair.

   Eventually they sat up and, smiling wickedly at each other, looked
around for their clothes and started to dress.  I watched them with growing
unease.

   "Ah, so you're going to let me go now?"

   They exchanged another glance.

   "Do you think he learned his lesson about perving on girls?"

   "Oh god no," Marnie said.  "If anything, I think we encouraged him."

   And they walked out of the van, pulling the door closed behind them.

   Marnie returned a few minutes later, chuckling all the time she was
undoing the knots.  I was less than amused.  She left me with a kiss on the
forehead and I was asleep shortly afterwards.

   ***

   The summer heat always woke me early in the caravan.  I was up with the
sun on Sunday morning, exhausted but in a good way.  I stripped the bed and
filled a plastic bag with munchy detritus and went inside to do a load of
washing.  The moment the water started pumping into the machine, I heard a
squeak from the bathroom.  I quickly turned off the load and made my way to
the bathroom door, stopping outside.

   "Sorry!" I said.  From inside, I could hear the shower going.

   "It's ok," came Catherine's voice.  "It was just a shock.  Hey, er... 
Could you stick your head in for a bit?"

   I looked around.  The last thing I needed was for Ella to see me
entering the bathroom with her friend in the shower.  But it sounded like,
as normal, the rest of the girls were fast asleep.  I opened the door and
stuck my head in.

   The hot water had steamed up the glass of the shower, so all I could see
was a glorious naked shape.  But it was enough that I was instantly hard
again.

   "What's up?" I asked, pressing my fingers against my cock to try and put
it back in its place.  No luck.

   "Um, two things," Catherine said, moving towards the glass and rubbing a
little circle at face height.  She saw me and smiled that impish grin. 
"Firstly, I forgot to grab a towel when I came in.  Could you grab me one?"

   "Can do.  What's the other thing?"

   "Oh, your sister said she had some special shampoo that I could use, but
I couldn't see it and don't want to wake her up.  Do you know what she was
talking about?"

   I did.  Ella had found this shampoo in one of her funky street 'zines.
It was all natural this and balancing that and she spent too much of her
Donut King pay check on it.

   "Oh, yeah, the wonder shampoo.  I'm surprised she's letting you touch
it. It's under the sink.  Do you want..." I paused, not sure whether I
wanted to ask.  But the piano incident the day before was pretty telling.
"Did you want me to pass it in?"

   Catherine rubbed at the glass again to clear the fog from her face
circle.  Her eyebrows were raised in mock surprise.

   "Oh, but you might see something!"

   "God forbid," I said, opening the bathroom cupboard under the sink.  I
found the shampoo and held it up.  "The wonder shampoo!"

   "Well, I can hardly use this 3-in-1 body wash you seem to think is ok
for hair maintenance.  OK, bring it over.  But-" she narrowed her eyes,
which sparkled.  "You'll need to keep your eyes closed.

   I sighed inwardly but nodded.  She gave a little laugh at the obvious
disappointment on my face.  "Come on then."

   I walked up to the shower door, enjoying the foggy silhouette.  She
placed her hand on the door.

   "Right.  Eyes closed, Mister."

   I sighed aloud this time and closed my eyes.  "OK, but under protest."

   "Oh, believe me, I know," she said.  I closed my eyes.  "How many
fingers am I holding up?" she asked.

   "Three?"

   "Not even close.  OK, I'm opening the door."

   A warm rush of air puffed out of the shower as the door opened.  The
sound of water was louder.  I held up the bottle.

   "Here you go," I said.

   "Thanks.  Just hand it in.  Don't want you opening your eyes and seeing
my naked arm."

   "Ha," I said.  I reached into the shower cubicle holding the shampoo. 
My hand and arm were showered in warm water.  And then a hand covered mine
and the bottle was lifted from my grasp.  I started to pull my hand out,
but Catherine held onto it.  My eyes opened involuntarily.  She was
watching me and she gave a little gasp.

   "I knew you couldn't be trusted!" she said, grinning.  "Lucky I didn't
reach out for the shampoo.  She tweaked my hand with her fingers inside the
shower.  "But you are allowed one mistake.  Now close your eyes."

   I did as I was told.  Inside the cubicle, I could feel warm water
flowing over my fingers and warm fingers stroking my hand.

   "Just a little thank you for your service," Catherine said, and her hand
guided mine sideways and my fingers touched a smooth expanse of slippery,
wet skin.  I let my hand spread out and slide gently over her belly and
then upwards until a reached the underside of her breasts.  Water cascaded
onto my hand as I slid it over the curve and then I was cupping her breast
and she gave a little gasp of pleasure.  I slid my thumb over her nipple,
which was stiff with excitement.  Catherine moved forward and my hand was
trapped between her breast and the glass.

   And then I felt fingers on the outside of my boxer shorts, and along the
ridge of the opening on the front, and then her hand, still warm and wet
from the shower, slid into my boxers and wrapped itself around my shaft.  I
gasped and she murmured appreciatively.

   My thumb rubbed her nipple against the glass and she ran her hand up and
down my cock.  I had been so infatuated with this girl for years and it
finally seemed like something was going to happen.

   And then her hand came free of my boxers, and she pulled away from my
hand in the shower, and my eyes popped open in surprise and dismay and she
was pouting at me through her little fog free circle in the glass.

   "You opened your eyes!" she said accusingly.  "Well then, I guess you
should toddle off and get me my towel."

   "Minx," I said, realising that she was just teasing me.  That was fine.
I knew something would happen now.  It was just a matter of when.

   "Meow," she retorted, and I backed out of the bathroom to grab her a
towel.  I hung up the towel and made to leave, before noticing that there
was a second fog free spot on the window now, in the shape of a perfect
breast.  I smiled at the glimpse of nipple I caught through the glass,
water droplet gleaming at its tip.  And then Catherine shooed me out of the
room.

   In revenge, I turned the washing machine back on.

   ***

   Ella and her friends headed to the beach on that scorching Sunday, and
as much as I wanted to be a part of that visual feast, I was one: not
invited, and two: had to go to a work shift at the local Village cinema.

   It was late when I returned and there wasn't any movement inside the
house.  I was annoyed.  My replacement hadn't shown up and the boss had
asked me to stay on for a second shift.  It was good money and I got to sit
through most of a Scream marathon, but this was the last night of the
weekend sleepover and I had hoped to sneak a bit more time with Catherine
before she headed up to Canberra for university.  Especially after both
morning encounters.  I really thought something might happen.

   But the girls were either asleep or still out.  So I headed to my
freshly laundered bed in my caravan to watch porn and get some sleep.

   I fell asleep watching a Pussyman compilation and fell asleep hard.  I
definitely didn't wake up when the door opened and closed.  But something
must have nudged me out of my weed coma because I became aware of someone
else in the van.  I cracked open an eye.  Sure enough, there was a
silhouette in front of the static of the TV.  Whoever it was (and people,
you all know that it was Catherine, even if I didn't right then) was just
standing there, watching me.

   I rubbed sleep out of my eyes and sat up on my elbows.  I made to turn
on the lamp.

   "No," Catherine said, and my hand paused.  She stood there in the dark,
backlit by the tv.  I could see the outline of her body through the long
t-shirt she habitually wore to bed.  Her hips against the cloth were
outlined in artificial light.  I revelled in the curves of her body.  She
looked down at me, her face in shadow.

   "I've always wondered what it would be like to go out with you," she
said, eventually.  "Since you guys moved here when Ella and I were fifteen.
She's always warned me off, and you've never really shown an interest- not
that you weren't friendly," she added when I made to protest.  "And I know
you were probably just being a good brother and - you know - not a sex
pest."

   I nodded, smiling.

   "But I don't know...  I turned eighteen and university was on the
horizon and everything was changing and suddenly I just wanted to see what
it was like, to touch you and taste you and let you come inside me and tell
me how sexy I am."

   And her hands were sliding gently over her sides and running across her
tummy as she talked and it felt like my heart was beating too loud and my
cock pressed hard against the sheet which was the only thing separating us.

   "Tell me how sexy I am," Catherine said and hooked her fingers under the
hem of her t-shirt.  There they paused.  I took a deep breath.

   "I have been delighted by you since I met you," I said.  "And for awhile
it was your liveliness and your ability to make me laugh and your
nerdiness. But this last year, it has been the way your breasts curve
against the cotton, and the smoothness of your legs when you walk past and
the freckles on your shoulder blades that make me want to kiss them and
those long t-shirts that make me imagine what's just beneath the hemline."

   And her fingers twitched, and the shirt raised slightly and a tuft of
hair was outlined in the glare of the tv.

   "And when we were at the piano all I could think of was how close you
were and how good you smelled and the warmth of you and just how hard you
made me just by being you and being close.  And that was before you had me
escaping my boxers with your wriggling strip tease.  I was so hard I could
have carried you to the couch and made love to you in the loungeroom."

   And now I could see her squirm at the thought and the t-shirt was over
her hips and the light shone on her naked skin.  And she paused just
beneath her breasts.  And a droplet of wetness reflected the light of the
tv, hanging onto a strand of pubic hair between her legs.  And I had to
remember to breathe.

   "And then this morning, when you touched me and I finally touched you, I
thought that I would die from desire, that the most beautiful girl I have
ever met wanted me."

   And the t-shirt came off and she took a step forward.  And I reached for
her, but she slapped my hand away.

   "Go on," she said.  And her hand drifted downwards.

   "And all I can think of right now is how much I want to hold you, and
run my hands over your body, and kiss you until you are ready for me to
slide into you.  And I keep thinking that this must be a dream because how
can you be here in my room?  The sexiest girl in the world."

   "That's what I wanted to hear," she said, and she grabbed my
outstretched hand and placed it on my hip.  "Am I a dream?"

   And I thought that it might have been a dream.  Because ever since I
realised I wanted her I had dreamt of her coming into my room at night and
standing before me in that long t-shirt and parting her legs and letting me
slip my hand between them.

   And so I slid my fingers down her hip and across her belly and then
slowly let them intertwine with the hair between her legs and then slide
forward to touch the moistness I had seen earlier.  And she moaned with
need and I finally touched her and it her response was everything I had
dreamed and I reached out with my other hand and pulled her perfect body
towards me.

   Her lips met mine and our hunger was released into a frenzy of sexual
exploration.

   I ran my hands over her back and grasped her ass cheeks, glorying in the
curves as we kissed.  I pulled her close and she straddled my legs and I
lifted her to meet my straining cock.  I moved to roll her over to enter
her, figuring that two days of foreplay was more than enough, but she
pushed gently on my chest, dropping me back onto the bed.  Now that she
wasn't in front of the tv, the light from the screen bathed her properly as
it did me, and in the artificial white light her pale skin shone like an
angel as she lifted herself and settled down, pressing against me through
the sheet.

   I groaned and shoved at the bedding, wanting to be inside her, but she
ground down, trapping the cloth between my cock and her pussy, and she
started to ride me, rubbing her clitoris against the underside of my shaft.

   One hand was on her breast, the other continued to tug at the sheet. 
Finally, with a frustrated growl, I grabbed her ass with both hands, kicked
upwards with both feet to fling the sheet off the bed and then planted her
right onto my waiting erection.

   She slid down to the hilt in one motion, letting out a little squeal. 
She was so wet that there was no resistance, just the sudden joining of two
people who had been consumed with unstoppable lust.

   She stared down at me with lust and I held her still by her hips.  I
almost came with that first thrust and I didn't think that would be the
memory she wanted to take away from this.  She tried to move and I held her
stil and she realised I was close and a wicked grin crossed her face and
she started to contract the muscles enclosing my dick and rocking backwards
and forwards, unable to lift up.

   "Oh you bitch," I gasped as I lost control and started to spurt half a
decade of lustful fantasies up inside her.  And she moaned and ground
against me and came herself as I filled her.  And then she lay down on me,
still inside her and kissed my nose and my eyelids and my lips and stared
into my eyes and said:

   "Well that was quick!"

   I started to stammer out an apology, mortified that I wasn't able to
hold on for her, but she shushed me and kissed me again.

   "I loved it.  I loved that you wanted me so much that you couldn't wait.
And I'm pretty sure that I can get you up again without trying too hard,
and then we can try again.  And again.  But for now I am happy to take the
compliment and feel you soften inside me and let your cum drip down onto
your lovely clean sheets and just hold you and let you love me."

   And I did love her.  And it sounded like she loved me.  And we made love
over and over through the rest of that night and I made up for my first
effort with every subsequent effort.

   And the next morning Ella found us together and was furious until
Catherine made her understand that it was something real.  And April and
Marnie clapped us and as far as I know never let on about our little
escapade.

   And, without a job or any real prospects in Melbourne, I decided that I
could just up and move to Canberra with Catherine.

   And that, children, is how I bonked your mother.
   (Just kidding).