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 �>�Leah's Naked Adventures by LeahR

   Part One

   Introduction: A Catholic schoolgirl explores the feelings of being naked
outdoors and becomes a committed exhibitionist.



   Background

   It started when I was still a teenager, though I don't remember exactly
how old I was.  I was the oldest of five children in a Roman Catholic
family.  Besides me, there was one other girl, Pauline, who was second
youngest and we had three brothers, Robert, Jacob, and David.

   Robert was about 15 months younger than me and there was a lot of
sibling rivalry, with quite a bit of fighting between the two of us.  He
would always accuse me of being mom's favorite, which was probably true,
since I was a  -�good -� girl, always getting straight  -�A -�s in school
and helping out around the house, while he barely got by in school, not
because he wasn't smart, but because he didn't apply himself.  I, on the
other hand felt he got away with a lot more than he should and I was always
quick to point out any of his shenanigans to our parents.

   Because we were Catholic my parents insisted on sending us to parochial
schools and the tuition payments kept us poor.  I even pointed out to my
mom that it was just wasted on Bobby since he didn't study, but she didn't
listen.  Grade school was bad enough but I especially didn't want him going
to high school with me and I stepped up my efforts when he was in the
eighth grade.  A lot of Catholic high schools are single sex, but the one
we went to was co-ed.  I even made up a balance sheet to show them how much
money they'd save by sending him to public school but to no avail.  My dad
just said,  -�So?  We'd save twice that much by sending you to public
school too. -� Looking back I guess I was kind of a brat and maybe I did
kind of deserve a lot of what eventually happened to me, but I'm getting
ahead of myself.

   Despite all my efforts, Bobby and I ended up in the same high school,
Sacred Heart.  I was a junior when he started as a freshman because even
though he was 15 months younger, he was too young by a couple of months to
enter school the year behind me.  As a result I was one of the youngest
students in my grade and he was one of the oldest in his.



   The Beginnings

   I have to go back now and explain how I got started doing what
eventually got me into trouble.  All the time I was growing up we didn't
have a big car or anything.  We did have a mini-van but it was a smaller
one and squeezing all seven of us into it got to be a chore as we got
bigger.  After a while, my parents began to leave me home alone when they
took the other kids out certain places.  I had outgrown things like Sesame
Street on Ice and so forth anyway.

   At first I just enjoyed the quiet time by myself.  I used the time to do
things like read, study, or try out different makeup and stuff.  Bobby
asked to stay home too, but my parents knew better.  They knew we'd fight
if we were alone together, so it was just me.  That's when it started.

   I hadn't intended to do anything  -�bad, -� the first time was really
just an accident really.  One of the things I liked to do when I was alone
was take a bath.  With five kids and one bathroom, I rarely had time to
soak in the tub without one or another of them pounding on the bathroom
door, so I took advantage of the solitude to lounge with some nice bath
salts.

   Well, this one time I was in the bathroom, getting ready to take my bath
when I realized I had forgotten my bath salts in my room.  I started to put
on my robe to go and get them when I realized I didn't really need to wear
the robe since there was no one home to see me.  For some strange reason
the idea of being out in the hall, going to my room and back naked,
intrigued me.

   I opened the bathroom door and peaked out.  The house was silent.  I
knew my family shouldn't be coming home for hours yet, but what if they
came home early for some reason?  What if they were already home, but I
didn't hear them come in with the bathroom door closed?  My brothers and
sister couldn't keep THAT quiet, the house was empty.

   Cautiously I crept out into the hall.  Even though I knew I couldn't be
seen by anyone, something about just being naked where I shouldn't be had
me excited.  My nipples were hard and it wasn't from cold, I had turned the
heat up before my bath.  I tiptoed, I don't know why, but I literally
tiptoed the short distance through the hall to my room.

   Once in the safety of my room I gathered up my bath things and headed
back to the bathroom.  I paused at the door and again peeked out into the
hallway.  There still wasn't anyone in the house of course, but going back
to the bathroom my back would be to the stairway, if there were anyone in
the house, they would see my naked backside as I walked through the hall.
The thought excited me and I quickly walked back to the bathroom, closing
and locking the door behind me.

   My heart was pounding.  It seemed like all my senses were heightened.  I
ran my bath and got in.  I might have been a good Catholic girl, but I
wasn't so good that I didn't masturbate, and I did now, cumming harder than
I ever had before!  The adrenaline rush!  It was addicting and I was
hooked.



   Escalation

   From then on things escalated.  Being naked in the upstairs hall only
got me my adrenaline fix for a little while.  Soon, very soon, I needed
more than that.  It was a cycle I soon recognized.  I would get my fix and,
still wanting to be a good, Catholic girl, I would tell myself,  -�There, I
proved how daring I am, now I never have to do it again. -� Then, in a
couple of weeks, days, or sometimes after even just a few hours, I needed
it again, with each time needing to be more daring than the last.

   Being naked in the upstairs hallway only worked for awhile.  Before long
though, I began leaving my clothes in my room and creeping down the stairs.
My family was gone of course, but my heart was beating a mile a minute. 
There was a short flight of four steps, then the stairway turned right and
eight more steps to the first floor.

   The stairs led straight toward the front door and, once on the landing,
I could see it.  Our front door had a very large oval pane of beveled glass
covered with a sheer curtain.  I know you couldn't see in as easily as you
could see out, but as I got to the bottom couple of steps I could see out
very well indeed.

   The first time all I wanted to do was go to the bottom of the stairs, to
touch the first floor with my bare feet.  That would be enough, I told
myself, to satisfy this insane craving to be naked.  As I got to the last
step, I told myself that I needed to touch the door, just to  -�prove -�
that I was all the way down the stairs.

   That final step, nothing between my naked body and the outdoors but that
pane of glass and that flimsy curtain.  I touched the door.  I did it!  I
hurried back upstairs, certain that I had faced the ultimate challenge,
this would be the last time I told myself.  Back in the upstairs hall I
didn't want it to end.  I sat on the top step, right next to my parent's
bedroom door and masturbated, cumming hard on my adrenaline high.  As soon
as I came I jumped up and hurried to my room and got dressed.



   Me, the Nudist

   I'm not going to cover in detail every step along the way, but I
gradually increased both the distance and the time away from my room until
I had been naked in every room in the house, including the attic, basement
and all the bedrooms, and would stay naked pretty much the entire time I
was alone.  I would do any chores my mom assigned me before they left
naked. Fold laundry, clean the kitchen, vacuum the living room, I did them
all naked.

   I'd go about whatever activities I had planned for the day naked. 
Reading, watching TV, studying or whatever I wanted to do, I did it all
naked.  If mom had assigned me any chores, I did them first so I would have
the rest of the time for myself.  By this time I had become pretty jaded.
Even walking naked in front of a window wasn't giving me much of a thrill
anymore.

   One particular day I was cleaning the dining room and I had collected a
small bag of trash.  I needed to take it out to the garbage can and, still
naked, found myself heading that way.  Now, it would be an exaggeration to
say I almost went out the door naked, but I was heading that way, without
even thinking much about it.  Nudity had become a natural state for me when
I was alone.

   That brief moment in which I was heading for the door to go outside got
me thinking.  Excitement was back and I knew the way to more adrenaline was
to go outside naked.  But how?  I tried going to the back door, standing
just inside completely naked.  I even opened the door, but I couldn't step
outside.  It was broad daylight and too great a chance that one of the
neighbors would see me.

   Standing naked like that in the doorway had gotten me excited and I went
back to the living room.  My heart was beating fast again and I knew I was
going to have to do more but for now I just masturbated.  Right there on
the couch, knees drawn up and my feet on the edge of the cushion.  I could
see through the front window and the door.  I could see a couple people
walking past on the sidewalk.  In no time I was cumming, my pussy exposed,
facing the front door.  Cumming hard again.

   While I was still spasming I saw our car pulling into the driveway!  I
jumped up and ran up the stairs, staying as far from the front door as I
could as I did so.  That was close, and it got me into the  -�never again
-� mode for a while, promising myself that I would be a good girl and not
be naked outside of my room or the bathroom any more.



   Promise Broken

   While I fully intended to keep my promise, I soon realized that I
couldn't.  I started thinking about being naked again, only this time I
couldn't stop thinking about doing it outside.  I knew I was going to give
in to the urge and I formulated a plan.

   It would have to be at night, I couldn't do it in daylight so it would
have to be while my family was home.  My plan was to wait until the exact
middle of the night (which I decided was 3:00am) then sneak downstairs,
take off my clothes, and go out the side door.  The front door was
definitely out, and the back door could be seen from the neighbors' houses
on both sides.  At the side door I only could be spotted from one
neighbor's house, and it was darker in the driveway.

   I rehearsed various parts of my plan.  How would I get up at three am? I
put my alarm clock under my pillow and tested that.  It worked, waking me
up, but was muffled enough that it didn't wake anyone else.  I practiced
sneaking down the stairs, first during daylight when I was alone, then at
night when everyone else was asleep.  I got to know every creaky floorboard
and stair tread in the house and how to avoid them.  No one ever woke up.

   I decided I was ready.  Besides, I couldn't wait any more!  I picked
Friday night for my first time, that way I wouldn't be missing sleep before
a school day.  I was excited all week and that evening I was so nervous I
thought everybody could tell, so I went to bed early, around 9:00pm.  I
couldn't sleep though, laying awake, trying not to touch myself.  I wanted
to save that for later.  I remember looking at my watch and it was
midnight, three hours of tossing and turning!  I thought I'd never get any
sleep.



   Outside

   The next thing I knew, my alarm was buzzing.  I had fallen asleep after
all.  I turned it off and sat up in bed.  As soon as I did, my heart was
racing in anticipation of what I was going to do.  I took a sip of water
from my nightstand,  -�Calm down, -� I told myself, trying to pretend it
was another practice sneak down the stairs.  If anyone woke up, I'd just
say I'd gone to bed so early that I woke up hungry and was going downstairs
for a snack.

   I stood up and took a deep breath.  I opened my bedroom door.  Except
for my father snoring, the house was quiet.  I slipped out into the hall
and started toward the stairs.  Just like practice.  I was a bit calmer now
as I slowly crept down the stairs.  My father's snoring stopped and I
froze. After an indeterminable amount of time it started back up and I
started back down.

   Once on the first floor, I had to cross the living room, dining room and
then the kitchen to get to the side door, which was down a short flight of
steps.  I opened the inner door and looked out.  Instead of the almost
total darkness I anticipated, it was fairly light in the driveway.  I was
going to have to start paying more attention to the phases of the moon.  It
wasn't a full moon, but close enough.  I decided I'd come this far and I
was going out anyway.

   With the inner door open and the storm door still closed, I slipped out
of my pajamas, hanging them on one of the coat hooks my father had
installed here but we never used because normally we used the front door.
Now I was totally naked, except for my watch.  I slipped it off too,
checking the time before hanging it on one of the coat hooks too.  I wanted
to be able to say that I had been outside wearing nothing but my skin. 
Well, I wasn't going to say it to anyone but myself, but I wanted to be
completely naked.  It was 3:20am.

   I took a deep breath.  I was strangely calm.  My heart rate was up, but
not as much as I thought it would be.  Without thinking any more on it, I
opened the storm door and stepped out onto the driveway, facing the street.
I WAS OUTSIDE NAKED!  Well, I still had the door open, so I was just barely
outside.  I closed the door and stepped away from the house, still facing
the street.  I realized my pale white skin must have stood out in the
moonlight and I took one more sidestep, closer to the neighbor's house. 
Now I was in the shadow of their house.

   What a feeling!  It was early fall so it was cool but not cold.  There
was a slight breeze, which I could feel on every inch of my skin!  Being
naked felt so different!  My nipples were all crinkly with cold and
excitement, to where they hurt a little.  I reached up and brushed them
with my palms.  Then, with very little warning, I heard an approaching car.
Before I could move or duck or anything, it flashed past, headlights and
amber running lights followed by red tail lights.

   I lost all my courage as soon as the car was past and dashed those two
steps back to the door.  Quickly I let myself back in, though not so
quickly that I wasn't careful to close the door silently.  I got my pajamas
back on with some difficulty as my feet seemed to want to go down the wrong
legs.  I sneaked back upstairs, going only a little faster than I had come
down.

   As soon as I was back in my room I started to shiver.  Maybe it was
colder out than I thought.  I tried to check my watch but it wasn't on my
wrist.  I'd left it hanging by the door.  Well, I wasn't going to get it
now, I set my alarm for 8:00am so I could go down and get it early.  I
crawled under the covers, still shivering and thought about what I had
done.

   I had been outside completely naked!  Not one stitch on!  If the driver
of that car had happened to glance my way as it sped past, he/she might
have seen me, a totally naked girl standing in the driveway.  I'd finally
done what I thought must be the ultimate challenge, outside totally naked!
I was still shivering but now it was with excitement as I thought about
what I had done, how it felt.  I began to masturbate, trying to prolong it
as I relived the last hour.  Too soon, I was cumming, biting my comforter
to keep from moaning out loud.

   When I was finished I told myself again that now I wouldn't have to do
it any more.  What could I do beyond what I had just done?  What more was
there beyond being naked in the driveway?  I fell asleep with the knowledge
that I would be a good girl from now on.



   Outside Again

   Despite my intentions of never doing it again, exactly three weeks later
I was once more standing at the side door, naked.  There was less of a moon
today and it was cloudy and cool but not really cold despite now being mid
Autumn.  I had tried not to give in, but every time I thought about my last
naked venture I realized how limited it had been.I had probably been
outside less than a minute, and had only taken a couple of steps away from
the door.  There hadn't been any real chance of anyone seeing me.  The
thought of putting myself at risk of being seen was what had gotten me down
here again.

   I wasn't really sure what I was going to do, but I at least wanted to
spend several minutes outside.  A couple of days earlier we had been
playing Yahtzee and the idea had occurred to me to use a die to determine
how many minutes to stay outside.  I thought that one minute wouldn't be
enough, so I decided to roll one die and multiply the result by two.  I had
rolled a four, so I told myself I must stay outside at least eight minutes
tonight.  Because of that I was going to wear my watch.

   I looked at my watch now, pushing the little button to make the face
glow.  3:13.  I pushed the door open carefully and stepped out closing the
storm door silently behind me.  The night air felt as good as before on my
naked skin and I stepped away from the door to the middle of the driveway.
My father had left the car parked in the driveway tonight and it was
between me and the street.

   I looked at the car.  The back of it extended past the front of our
house, closer to the street.  I decided that to really prove I was daring,
I needed to go around the car and come back to here.  That little walk
would get me much further from the door, much closer to the street, and
into the light from the street lamps.  It would use up some, maybe all of
my eight minutes too.

   I listened carefully but didn't hear any cars or anything.  Moving in a
half crouch, I walked toward the car, stopping about even with the front
bumper.  I leaned forward and looked up and down the street, nothing.  I
looked at the houses across the street, all dark.  My heart was beating
wildly again, the adrenaline pumping through me.  My biology teacher had
told us about the  -�fight or flight -� response and I knew that's what I
was feeling, adrenaline.

   I looked up and down the street one more time and started around the
car. I decided to stand up straight and forced myself to walk at a normal
pace, speeding up only when I was almost all the way around the car.  I got
in front of the car and squatted down.  I had done it!  I checked my watch.
Only about four or five minutes gone.

   I had calmed down a little and I thought about going back around the car
the other direction.  I half stood up to check for traffic.  Well darn! 
There was a car heading my way from far up the street to my right.  I
squatted back down.  I should go back up the driveway between the houses
before the car got here, I told myself.  I checked on the car again.  He
was closer, obviously, but still far enough away that I could safely stand
up and walk up the drive without danger of being seen.

   I hesitated while I watched him get closer.  I decided to stay put,
squatting in front of the car while he passed.  If I squatted real small
and stayed close to the front of the car, I was in shadow and was pretty
confident he wouldn't see me.  I had no choice now anyway.  I had hesitated
so long that if I stood up now I was sure he would see me.

   I almost kissed the front grill as I mashed myself against that front
bumper while the car drove past.  He was going a lot slower than the car
that sped by on my first time outside, but not terribly slow, and he didn't
seem to slow or pause as he passed, reassuring me that I hadn't been
spotted.  I checked my watch again and there were still at least a couple
minutes to go.

   I could feel the cool air on my pussy, opened by my squatting position,
and opened even wider as I tried to flatten myself against the car.  I
realized I was very wet down there.  I touched myself.  REALLY wet.  I
started to rub my pussy, getting some of the moisture on my clitty, letting
it feel the cool night air.  I couldn't stop.  I didn't want to stop.  I
made myself cum.

   As soon as I came I wanted inside.  I got up and ran to the door and let
myself back in.  I was trembling as I got back into my pajamas.  As
silently as I could I made my way back upstairs.  I couldn't believe what I
had done, masturbated outside!  Back in my bed I had to masturbate again.
Again I couldn't imagine anything more outrageous.  I'd never have to do
this again, for sure this time.

   The next day was Saturday so there was no school but I got up early
anyway.  I got dressed and went outside and I stood right in front of the
car, on the spot where I masturbated last night.  Certainly there was no
way I'd ever top that I thought.  Standing there made me want to masturbate
again so I went back inside.

   Over the next several days I masturbated a lot, something not so good
for a good Catholic girl's conscience.  I couldn't stop thinking about how
it felt, being naked, hiding behind the car and making myself cum.

   There was a cold snap over the next few weeks and that helped keep my
thoughts away from going back outside, at least for a while.



   Adrenaline Junkie

   For the next few weeks I tried real hard to resist my desire to be naked
outside.  The fact that it got bitterly cold for awhile helped but I still
kept masturbating a lot.  I thought that might help too, by taking the edge
off my desire to be naked, and it did, a little, but only temporarily. 
Maybe because what I was thinking about while masturbating was being naked
outside, the desires would only come back, and stronger.  My Catholic
upbringing kept telling me I was sinful, but I just couldn't stop thinking
about it.

   If it had stayed cold forever, maybe I could have resisted, but one day,
I think in December, it warmed up.  I think it got over 60f and as soon as
it did, I knew I had to get my outside fix.  It wasn't even a weekend, but
a school night the next time I went out.  Taking advantage of the warm
weather to get my adrenaline had become more important to me then getting
enough sleep on a school night.

   I didn't even do much that third time, just trying to walk around as
nonchalantly as I could.  Just your average naked girl, walking up and down
in her driveway.  I didn't have any close calls with cars or anything.  I
even stood out in the open near the front of the drive for a while, just
trying to act as normal as I could.  I did masturbate outside for the
second time, though that was back in the shadows between the houses,
standing near the side door.  I did it standing straight up, feet spread
and hips thrust forward, sort of presenting my pussy to the street.  I even
stood there for a little while after I came this time before going back
inside.

   Well, giving in after resisting for so long seemed to break all my
resistance.  After that I just became a little adrenaline junkie.  Just
like when I was extending my boundaries inside when left alone, I did the
same things outside.  Every time I had to go a little further, stay out a
little longer or take a bigger risk in some way in order to get my fix.

   Just as with inside, I'm not going to go into every little detail about
how I went from those first couple of steps out the side door, to spending
hours outside, and roaming blocks away from my house, that would take too
much time and isn't really the story I want to tell you.  I am going to
tell you a few of the things I learned along the way, however.

   One thing I learned is that when it's very cold out, the main thing
that's going to bother you is your feet.  Oh, if it's really windy and
cold, you're going to feel it, but if the wind is calm, it can be below
freezing, or even down near zero, and as long as you wear shoes to protect
your feet from the frozen ground, you can stay out a remarkably long time.

   I also found out that it is a good idea to wear shoes for other reasons.
I was afraid, especially as I got further from my own yard, of cutting my
feet on broken glass, a rusty old tin can, or stepping on a nail or
something.  I didn't want to have to wake my mom in the middle of the night
and have to explain to her that I needed a tetanus shot and stitches
because I somehow managed to cut my foot on a rusty tin can at 4:00am.

   There were also the worms.  I found out that earthworms like to come to
the surface at night and I hated stepping on them and feeling them squirm
around when I was on grass.  I also worried about other insects that might
bite or sting me.  I did sometimes go without shoes anyway, because I still
had a compulsion to be completely naked.  Once I even took my earrings out
so I didn't even have them on me.

   Another thing I learned is that people that are driving around in cars
at night aren't paying as much attention to what's happening outside their
cars as you would think.  Several times I would be in a position where I
was certain they would see me and they would just drive on by.  No
stopping, no slowing down, no honking the horn, nothing.  Maybe they were
drunk or maybe they just didn't believe their eyes, I don't know.

   There were definitely some times when I was seen though.  Once a car
passed me, then turned around in a driveway up the street and came back,
honking the horn while I scrambled up somebody's driveway to hide in their
backyard.  Another time I saw a man's silhouette against his front curtains
as I ran across somebody's lawn across the street from his house.  I was
sure he could see me because he kind of ducked down and was moving his head
back and forth as if to get a better view through the folds in the
curtains.

   Once a police officer even saw me.  By this time I was so comfortable
being naked outside that to get my adrenaline rush I would jog recklessly
around corners even if I knew a car was coming.  One time it was a police
car and his brake lights came on immediately.  I ducked up a driveway,
looking for a place to hide because I was sure he was going to come after
me but, for some reason he didn't.

   I was smart enough to know that if I kept up my behavior, somebody was
going to catch me someday, but I still couldn't stop.  In fact, I had
become pretty careless and reckless, though the police car incident did
make me a bit more cautious for a little while.

   Well, there I was.  I had become a perverted little Catholic adrenaline
junkie girl.  Sometimes I stayed out two or even three hours at a time. 
Sometimes I stayed out till it was actually starting to get light.  Once or
twice I couldn't resist going out twice in one night if the first time
hadn't been risky enough.

   The stage was set for my downfall.



   Out of Control

   Near the end of the summer before my senior year in high school I had
pretty much lost all control.  I was outside naked more nights than not.  I
no longer even needed my alarm clock to wake me, in fact I no longer even
planned to get up, I simply woke up almost every night with the need to get
outside naked.  Every once in a while, I slept the night through and woke
up in the morning disappointed that I had missed a chance to get naked. 
Even worse, sometimes I woke when it was around 5:00am, almost starting to
get light, still some darkness left, but not enough time to participate in
what had become my favorite hobby.

   My one brush with a police car had been near the beginning of summer
and, although that had taken a few weeks to get over, I now felt like I
could get away with anything.  Oh, I still knew somewhere in the back of my
mind that if I continued I would be caught eventually, and sometimes I
would run through scenarios in my mind of what might happen.  When I'd
first started my naked excursions, I usually thought it would be my parents
who would catch me, but I'd sneaked past their bedroom so many times by now
that I no longer really feared that anymore.  Now I focused more on a
neighbor or the police.

   I would rehearse it in my mind.  A police officer, holding me firmly by
the upper arm, knocking on the front door to wake my father,  -�Sir, we
found your daughter running around naked over on the next block.  Please
take her to a psychiatrist, -� and I would be sent to a convent or
something.  Or, I'd imagine one of the neighbors seeing me and calling my
mother the next day with pretty much the same result.  Beyond claiming that
 -�It's the first time I ever did it, -� I never really thought of anything
that would be a plausible explanation for my behavior, so I just sort of
planned to somehow stop before I was caught.

   Like I said, it was near the end of summer and I knew I would soon have
to curtail my activities.  I was in the running for class valedictorian so
I'd need enough sleep to get good grades, and although I'd been out in the
winter before, a bitter cold winter night didn't have quite as much
attraction to my nudist self as a nice warm summer night did.  The last
couple weeks I was going out almost every night and my luck finally ran
out.



   Caught

   When I finally was caught, it wasn't by my parents, the police or
neighbors as I'd always thought it would be.  It wasn't by the paperboy, a
stranger, a motorist or an early morning jogger.  Rather, it was by the
very last person in the whole world that I could have possibly wanted to be
caught by.

   I'd been out for a shorter time than usual that night, perhaps a half
hour or so.  I was going to cut the night a bit short because my mom was
going to take me to have my hair done the next day and I'd have to get up
early.  I was across the street from my house, between the two houses over
there.  There wasn't any traffic, so I started across the street.  I wasn't
wearing shoes that night and I just walked at pretty much a normal pace,
across the street and up our driveway until I was between the houses.

   I stopped there and turned to face the street again and touched my
pussy. After all this time, the night breeze still felt so wonderful on my
naked skin.  I wanted to cum, but I decided I'd get inside and have a nice
little cum in my bed before sleep.  I turned around and went to the side
door.

   I opened the storm door and then turned the knob on the inner door and
gave it a shove.  It didn't budge.  I tried again.  The door was locked! 
Did I somehow, after all these nights, slip up and forget to push the
little button that would keep the lock open?  It wasn't a big deal, because
like many families, we kept a hidden key outside, but I was shocked at my
carelessness.

   There was a little awning-like overhang above the door and the key was
kept hanging on a small nail on the back of one of the supports.  I reached
up and felt for it.  There was the nail, but no key!  I was locked out!

   Panicked, I was still feeling for the key when a voice out of the
darkness further up the driveway said,  -�Looking for this? -�

    -�Bobby! -� I almost shouted.  For a very brief moment I was relieved
that I wasn't locked out after all, then I realized my predicament and
panicked again.

    -�Shut up, stupid, -� my brother said, still in the same low tone, as
he stepped out of the shadow and into the dim light of the reflected
streetlights.  He glanced up at my parent's bedroom window as he
approached, holding the key dangling from his fingers.  In his other hand
he held the brand new, very expensive digital camera he had conned my
father into buying him two weeks ago in exchange for painting the garage.

   The light might have been dim, but I still didn't want my twerp of a
brother seeing me naked.  I covered up as best as I could with my two
hands.

    -�Bobby? -� I asked, trying to keep my voice as low as I could while
also trying not to show my panic.   -�What are you doing out here? -�

    -�The question, Leah my dearest, dearest sister, is what are YOU doing
out here?  You're the one that's naked, not me. -�

   He kept on getting closer and I didn't want him to see my boobs, which
really weren't very big, maybe about average compared to the other girls in
my class, and I really didn't want him to see my pussy, even if I did have
it covered with my hand, so I turned around to face the wall of the house
and asked him to stop.

   He stopped, but by then he was only a couple feet away from me.  He
said,  -�You didn't answer my question, Lee, what are you doing out here
naked? -�

   I said the only thing I could think of,  -�I was, um, I couldn't sleep
so I was gonna do some laundry and when I went past the side door I just
wondered what it would feel like. -�

    -�Bullshit!  I've been watching you Lee, I've seen the kinds of things
you been doing, what's more, I have lots of really nice pictures to prove
it.  This camera is really great in low light.  I wonder what mom will
think when she finds out her little angel is just a little pervert. -�

   Up till then I didn't really connect the camera with myself.  I'd
naively thought he'd been taking pictures of stars or something.  Now I had
more reason to panic.   -�Bobby!  You have to delete those!  You have to
right now! -�

   I could see his smirk even in the dim light.   -�Oh, I'll delete them.
I'll delete them, right after I tell mom, she might want to see them as
proof. -�

    -�Bobby!  You can't!  You can't tell mom! -�

    -�I can't tell mom, huh?  Is this the same Leah who ran all the way
home from school to tell mom when I got caught cheating on that geography
test in sixth grade?  Is this the very same Leah who ratted on me to dad
when I broke the garage window with Shaun's pellet gun?  Is it the same one
who went and got Father Ambrose when I had that carton of cigarettes in my
locker last year?  Hmm?  Oh, I've got so many reasons not to tell mom! -�

    -�Bobby you can't!  I...  I'll write all those summer book reviews for
you you're supposed to be doing. -�

   The sound of his chuckle sent shivers up my spine.   -�Oh, you'll write
those, that's for sure.  In fact, you'll be doing lots of my homework this
year.  I'm just not sure that that's gonna be enough to pay me for keeping
my mouth shut, Lee.  Enough to keep me from leaving a few of these pictures
here and there around school.  I don't think they'll want a pervert for a
valedictorian. -�

    -�Then what, Bobby? -� I asked forlornly.   -�What do you want me to
do? -�

    -�For starters, you can stop calling me Bobby.  From now on, it's
Robert to you.  For seconds, turn around Leah. -�

    -�What?  I don't want you to see me naked! -�

    -�Oh?  You don't want ME to see you?  For the whole neighborhood it's
OK though?  You can run all up and down the block naked but I can't see
you? I think I'll just go up and wake mom right now. -�

    -�Wait!  Don't!  I'll do it. -� I took a deep breath and turned to face
him but kept my hands where they were, my right arm across my breasts, my
left hand over my pussy.

    -�Drop your hands Leah. -�

   I knew when I was beaten.  Without further argument I dropped my hands
to my sides.  He just looked at me for a while, then moved around to my
other side where the light was coming more from behind him and looked some
more.  I first felt embarrassed, but as he stared at me I began to feel
different.  I'd wanted someone to see me naked, now, here was someone.  My
creepy younger brother, but someone.  I could feel my body beginning to
react.

    -�You know, -� he said,  -�You have a pretty decent body Leah.  In
fact, it's darn near perfect if you ask me.  Your face is really pretty
too. -� I could feel my body reacting further to the compliments. 
Something was stirring in my belly, the warmth spreading to my chest and
pussy.   -�How come you don't have a boyfriend?  Are you lez? -�

    -�No! -�

    -�Then what? -�

    -�I dunno, I just don't have time for that. -�

    -�Nobody ever asks you out.  Do they? -�

   I shrugged.

    -�You know why?  Guys are afraid to ask the really pretty girls out. 
They think they all have boyfriends or that they'll just say no. -� He
added,  -�That and they know you really are a mean little witch. -�

   I didn't say anything and finally he said,  -�OK.  Here is what you're
gonna do.  Saturday mom and dad were gonna take me and the others out to
buy school clothes, only I'm gonna tell them I don't want to go.  This
time, you're gonna agree with me, got it?  You're gonna be real convincing,
understand?  Mom's gonna let me stay home with you or else. -�



   Saturday

   He let me into the house after that and I got my clothes and went up to
bed.  I hadn't planned on masturbating after that but the more I thought
about Bobby looking at me naked, about the pictures he claimed to have, the
hornier I got until I had to do it.  I made myself cum before I could
sleep.

   It took a little convincing, I had to promise we wouldn't fight or
anything but mom finally agreed to let Bobby, I mean Robert, stay home.  As
soon as the car was out of the drive, he called me over to where he was
sitting on the couch.

    -�OK.  We're gonna set a few rules.  Take off your clothes. -�

    -�What?  I'm not doing that! -�

   He sighed.   -�Look Leah.  You're smart.  You should be able to
understand that I'm your boss now.  Either you do as I say or first I take
some of those pictures I've got and spread them around the school, email
them out to a few people, then I show them to mom.  Understand? -�

   I couldn't think of any way out of the mess I had gotten myself in so I
just nodded.

    -�You understand?  Say it. -�

    -�I understand Robert. -�

    -�Good girl, -� he said,  -�you're learning.  Robert or, Sir would be
OK too when we're alone.  Now take off your clothes.  Rule number one: When
we are alone, you are always naked, got it?  Now strip. -�

   There wasn't anything else I could do so I just pulled off the t-shirt I
was wearing, then slid down my shorts and panties and stepped out of them.
He looked me up and down, then ordered me to slowly turn around.  I could
feel him looking at me and I started to get that warm feeling in my belly
again.

    -�Stop, -� he said when I was facing him.  He just kept staring at me,
focusing on my nipples.   -�You're excited aren't you?  Me looking at you
has you all horny. -� I shook my head from side to side.

    -�Yes you are.  Your nips are standing out like pencil points.  I bet
you're wet as hell. -� He started to reach toward me and I slapped his hand
away.  He grabbed my wrist.   -�Don't ever do that again Leah.  Don't ever.
When I want to touch you I will. -�

   His hand continued, touching me between my legs, tracing along my pussy
lips.  He smirked when he pulled his fingertip away wet.

    -�Are you going to rape me? -� I asked.

   He laughed.   -�Rape you?  No Leah.  I'm never going to rape you.  I may
fuck you, but if I do you're gonna want it more than me.  In fact, you're
going to beg me to fuck you. -�

   He looked at me again.   -�OK.  Rule number two. -� He gave a little tug
on my pubic hair.   -�This has to go.  Shave it off, all of it. -�

    -�Bobby I can't do that.  What will I tell the girls when they ask
about it in gym class? -�

   He rolled his eyes.   -�I'm starting to get tired of this Leah.  It's
ROBERT, not Bobby!  I don't care how you explain it, you'll think of
something.  Now, go upstairs, shave it all off, then come back down.  If
it's not good enough, I'll do it for you. -�



   Slide Show

   I'd shaved my bikini line before so the situation wasn't totally new to
me but I'd never gone completely bare before.  The truth was there were a
couple of girls in my class who were totally shaved so it wouldn't cause
that much of a stir.  I did the best job I could and went back down to the
living room.

   When I got back down there Bobby was waiting with his laptop computer on
the coffee table.  He made me stand in front of him while he inspected my
work.  I have very fine hair and when I shaved down there it was really
smooth.  He peered at me and ran his fingers over my lips and mons.

    -�Nice, -� he said.   -�Good girl!  I like all my girls bald down
there, so keep it that way. -�

   All his girls?  The only girl I ever knew him to even talk to was Sarah
Giebel, a tomboy who hung around with him and his friends.  He made me back
up a bit, then got his camera and took a picture of me.  I started to try
and cover up when I saw him pointing the camera but I caught myself and
just stood there.  What was the use?  He'd just force me to drop my hands.

   He didn't make me pose or anything, just snapped one or two pictures of
me just standing there, naked in the living room.  Next he called me over
and made me sit on the couch, on a towel he placed next to him.  I could
see his laptop screen.  There was a picture of me, naked and on the grade
school playground.  It must have been from at least two weeks ago as I
hadn't been that direction any other times recently.  It really was a good
camera.  The picture was sharp and clearly me, clearly naked.

    -�So Leah, tell me about what you've been doing.  Don't leave anything
out.  Remember, I've been watching you. -�

   I was sure he'd been watching me for at least two weeks, the evidence
was on the screen, but I didn't know how long he'd been watching me before
that so I couldn't afford to leave anything out.  I told him the whole
story of my depravity.  When I finished, he kind of grinned.

    -�You know, Leah, until a few weeks ago I thought you were just a
stuck-up little bitch, but you're really pretty cool.  I'm proud you're my
sister and I never thought I'd say that.  I'm still the boss though. 
Remember that, but we're gonna have lots of fun! -�

   Knowing some examples from the past of the kinds of things he considered
 -�fun, -� I was a bit dubious.  Right now, sitting naked next to him on
the couch, I felt not unlike one of the slugs I'd once seen him salting on
the sidewalk, but what choice did I have?

   He leaned forward and touched a key on his laptop.   -�Watch this. -�

   A slide show started.  A slide show of much of my last two weeks of
naked adventures.  Me naked on the playground.  Me naked in the street. 
Even me masturbating in the driveway!

   That camera was good, but not so good as to be able to completely stop
motion in such low light, my hand was just a blur between my legs, but you
could clearly tell what I was doing, that it was me and that it was in our
driveway.  If my mom ever saw that picture she'd have a heart attack, then
send me to a convent.  If the kids at Sacred Heart High School ever saw it,
I'd take myself to a convent if I didn't die of embarrassment first.

   I had to admit the towel was a good idea as I was getting wetter and
wetter, watching myself on Bobby's computer.  I was fascinated by what I
looked like.  A naked girl outdoors.  I'd always wondered what I would look
like to someone watching, now I knew.

   While I was watching the screen, Bobby was watching me, gaging my
reaction.   -�You like that, don't you?  Seeing yourself naked? -� he
asked. Before I could answer he reached forward and switched off the slide
show, leaving an open Word document on the screen.

    -�You've been a good girl today, Leah.  Now you better get dressed, mom
and dad just pulled into the driveway. -�

   I snatched up my shorts and t-shirt, then the towel.  I couldn't find my
panties, then I saw Bobby stuffing them in his pocket,  -�Rule three, -� he
said,  -�no more underwear. -� As I dashed up the stairs he added,  -�We'll
talk later, Leah. -�



    -�Shopping -� with Bobby

   I barely had time to get dressed before my mom was calling me
downstairs. She and Bobby were sitting in the living room.  I stopped when
I saw that she was looking at something on his computer.  Had I done
something wrong?  Was he turning me in?

    -�Hi Leah, -� she said.   -�Bobby was telling me what you did while we
were out. -�

   What?  He was telling her what?  I just stared dumbly.

    -�How nice of you to help him with his summer reading book reviews. -�

    -�Oh!  Um, yes he was having a little trouble, -� I said.

    -�I always knew you two would get along some day.  It's nice to see
you've finally grown out of that childish sibling rivalry.  Bobby has also
suggested, -� she said,  -�and I and your father have agreed, that since he
still needs some new school clothes, you take the car and drive him to the
mall.  The two of you can do your shopping and have a little extra money
for a reward for being so good while we were out. -�

   What?  The car?  I'd had my license for a few months but all my driving
had been with one of them.  I'd never been allowed to take the car by
myself.  Then I saw the grin on Bobby's face.  Maybe this wasn't going to
be such fun after all.   -�Um, the car?  Mom, are you sure I'm ready? -�

    -�Of course you are, dear!  You're a very good driver.  Your father and
I have complete faith in your judgment and good behavior. -� Well that
showed how much they knew!

    -�Um. -� I tried to think of some reason why we couldn't do this but I
knew Bobby had planned the whole thing out.   -�OK, I guess. -�

   She got her purse and counted out a stack of bills,  -�This is what we
budgeted for Bobby. -� Then she counted out another stack,  -�This is for
you, -� she said,  -�even though you get your uniforms through the school,
you must need some new underwear or something. -� No, I didn't.  Not
anymore.  She added a twenty to each stack,  -�And that's for whatever you
want as a reward. -�

   Holy cow!  A few days ago I would have been thrilled to be handed the
car keys and a wad of money with instructions to go to the mall, now with
Bobby grinning smugly at me, it didn't seem like that much of a good thing.


   Bobby switched off his computer and took it up to his room while my mom
told me they had no plans for that evening and I shouldn't worry about
hurrying back.   -�Take your time, make sure he tries everything on, -� she
said.  Great!  It sure looked like it was going to be a fun afternoon.

   When Bobby came back down, he was carrying his camera.   -�What do you
need that for?  I asked.   -�We're going shopping. -�

    -�I'm still trying it out, -� he explained.   -�Besides, you never know
when you're going to come across something worth a picture. -�

   My mom kissed us each goodbye while Bobby fiddled with his camera, then
we were out the door and off on our own.



   In the Car

   As soon as we were on the street, Bobby switched the radio to the kind
of stuff he thought of as music and we drove along, with him slapping his
thigh in time to the beat while I tried to figure out what he had planned
for me.

   When I got to the cross street, I put on my signal to turn right toward
the mall but Bobby said,  -�That way, -� pointing left.

    -�But, mom said we have to go to the mall and buy you school clothes.
-�

   He shook his head, still pointing left.   -�No need, I already shopped
for everything we need on-line.  All we have to do is go to customer
service at Target and pick it up.  That way, we'll have lots more time for
ourselves. -�

   Wonderful!  Just what I needed.  More time to do what?

    -�You shopped for me? -� I asked.   -�What did I get? -�

   He just looked at me with a slight smile on his face.   -�You can see
later. -�

   He got his camera out and started to snap pictures of seemingly random
things outside, then he took one of me driving.   -�The best thing about a
digital camera, -� he explained,  -�Is that you don't have to worry about
wasting film.  If something doesn't come out, or you don't like it, you can
just delete it. -�

   I asked him if he'd consider deleting a few things he'd taken over the
last couple of weeks and he shook his head.   -�Why would I do that?  I
like them all.  They're precious to me.  Anyhow, they aren't even on the
camera anymore.  I've already copied them to my backup drive. -�

   It didn't take long to get to Target and I parked carefully at the end
of a row, the way my father taught me.  We went inside and Bobby took all
the money and paid, getting three or four big bags.  I could see a couple
of men's dress shirts in one and Bobby looked in the others but didn't
offer to show me.  Back out at the car, he stowed everything in the back
seat and we were off again.

    -�It's a good thing mom gave us that extra forty dollars, -� he said. 
-�I thought I was gonna have to use some of my own money. -�

   I asked where we were headed now and he said  -�Metro Parks. -�

   As I drove toward the park he resumed his picture taking, first of
things outside, then turning the camera on me again and snapping a couple.

    -�You know, -� he said,  -�We're really kind of alone. -�

   I knew what he was getting at and I said,  -�I don't think it would be a
good idea for me to drive around naked. -�

    -�Probably not, but you can pull your shirt up and let me see your
tits. -�

   I knew he wasn't going to let up and by this time we were in the park.
One lane each way, no trucks, no sidewalks not really much way for anyone
to see into our minivan.  Maybe this was what he had planned, so I went
along with it, pulling my t-shirt up and driving that way, tits exposed.

   Bobby happily began taking pictures.   -�Smile, -� he said.  I forced a
smile.   -�No, not that way, look at me. -�

    -�Robert I can't.  I have to pay attention to the road. -�

    -�You can look this way for just a second.  There's no traffic and the
road is straight here.  You don't stare at the road all the time.  You have
to check the gauges and the rear view mirrors and stuff. -�

   I turned and gave him the best smile I could under the circumstances and
I guess it was satisfactory because he stopped bugging me about it.  We
passed a big field that was used for athletics.  I recognized it as where
Bobby's touch football team played their games.  Just as we passed, he
said,  -�Slow down. -�



   In the Park

   Shortly we came to a tiny parking area that could fit just a few cars
and he directed me to pull in there.  There were a couple of picnic tables
but no one was around.   -�OK, come on, -� he said and got out.

   He opened the rear door and got out his backpack.  He must have had it
stashed in there because I didn't see it earlier.  He held out his hand and
said,  -�I'll hold the keys. -�

    -�What are we going to do? -�

    -�Go for a walk. -� He started off into the woods.  At first the path
was paved, an all-purpose trail used by bicycles, joggers and in-line
skaters and stuff but soon we turned onto a dirt path.  Bobby had his
camera out and occasionally he'd take a picture of something, a bird, a
flower, an oddly shaped tree trunk.

   We walked along that way for quite a while, Bobby happily taking
pictures and me just following along.  He almost seemed to have forgotten
about me and I had lulled myself into a false sense of security when
suddenly he startled me by asking,  -�Are you wearing underwear? -�

   So sudden and out of the blue was the question that it took me a while
to answer.   -�No sir, I'm not. -�

   The  -�Sir -� seemed to please him and he gave me a big grin.   -�See? I
knew that once you figured out who was boss, you'd be really good at this.
You've always been so good at following rules, Leah.  You're just perfect!
-�

   Great!  I was exceptionally talented at following the instructions of my
blackmailing little brother.  So talented that he was praising me for it.

   We walked a little further, then Bobby called a halt.   -�OK, I think
this is good. -�

   He took off his backpack and opened it, taking out a water bottle.  
-�Want a drink? -�

   I took a big drink and handed him the bottle back.   -�Thanks. -�

   He took a big swig and put the bottle back in the backpack and held it
out to me.   -�You can put everything in here. -�

    -�What? -�

    -�Your clothes, put them in here. -�

    -�You want me to undress here? -�

    -�No.  I want you to undress back at the car. -�

   He saw me looking back along the path.   -�That was a joke!  Yes, I want
you to undress here!  Now get going. -�



   Naked in the Daylight

   So this is what he planned.  Me naked outdoors in the daylight.  It was
something I'd thought about but so different from my nighttime excursions
that I'd never seriously planned, like,  -�Mom, can I have the car so I can
drive to a secluded area? -� He'd managed to manipulate it though so here I
was.

   I looked around.  We must have been fairly deep in the woods, I couldn't
see the road or anything and certainly there were no people other than us.
There wasn't a lot of undergrowth where we were though, mostly just tree
trunks, so you could see a fair distance.  He didn't have to prod me again
once my compulsion took over.  I wanted to be naked.

   I started to undress, which didn't take much time since all I had on was
t-shirt, shorts, and socks and shoes.  It was different.  Having Robby
there with me, fully clothed, sort of heightened my nudity.  Not being in
darkness made it much easier to be seen, plus being where we were, I
couldn't even tell from which direction someone might approach, if anyone
did.  There was also nowhere to hide.  Yes, there were tree trunks but most
of them weren't huge and they would only hide me from one direction.

   The adrenaline started to hit me as soon as I took off my shirt.  Yes,
Bobby had been looking at my boobs off and on all day, but that had been in
at least semi-privacy.  Now they were exposed to anyone within a couple
hundred feet or so.  My heart was beating faster and I continued to strip.

   I sat on a fallen tree trunk and took off my shoes and socks, putting
them in Bobby's backpack as he held it open for me, then I stood and
removed my shorts, putting them in the backpack too.  I was completely
naked in broad daylight in a public park!  More naked than ever before
even, since I didn't even have the minimal coverage of pubic hair anymore.

   Bobby zipped his backpack shut and put it back on.  My clothes were no
longer even readily accessible.  He got his camera and began to take
pictures.  Lots of pictures and now all of them were of me, naked in the
woods.

   He had me walk a little ways down the path, then back, photographing me
both coming and going.  He had me do it both looking serious, like I was on
some kind of nature walk, then again smiling.  He posed me leaning against
a tree, first with my hands behind my back, then above my head, then even
like I was trying to cover up.

   He had me stand in the middle of the path, feet shoulder width apart and
my fists on my hips.  He made me jog, and even run up and down the path
while he photographed away.  He made me sit on the fallen tree, then made
me straddle it, the rough bark pressing against my pussy.  He made me bend
over it so he could photograph my butt.

   He took close-ups of my tits, my face and even my pussy, though he
called it my cunt.   -�You have a beautiful cunt, Lee, especially shaved.
It looks exactly like a little peach.  No, an apricot, a juicy little
apricot. -�

   Well my apricot was getting juicier by the minute when he had me pose
squatting on the path with my knees apart, fully exposed.   -�Touch
yourself, Leah.  Rub your cunt. -�

   God how I wanted to!  But I said,  -�I can't do that with you watching!
-�

    -�Yes you can Leah.  Do it.  Be a good girl. -�

   I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him to see me cum.  I had to do it.  I
started to rub myself, fingering my clit as he watched me through the
camera.

    -�Are you a virgin Leah? -�

   I nodded.

    -�Say it, Say it Leah. -�

    -�I am a virgin, Sir. -�

   The sensory overload of the whole day, the feel of my smooth, bare
pussy, all came crashing down on me at once.  I came so hard I had to lower
my knees to the ground so I wouldn't fall over.

   He didn't even give me time to fully recover.  Once I was done he simply
said,  -�Good girl, Leah.  Now, come on, -� and he started off down the
path, my clothes still in his backpack.



   Exposed

   I got up and started after him.  He was walking at a pretty brisk pace
and I had to run to catch up.  My bare feet made slapping noises on the
smooth dirt of the path and I held my arms crossed over my chest.  Like I
said my breasts weren't very big but they were tender just now.

    -�Where are we going now, Sir? -� Damn!  I guess I really was good at
this, as he said.  He had me automatically calling him Sir!

    -�Well, we're headed pretty much straight back to the van, then home.
-�

    -�Well, can I have my clothes back?  That's right by the road, people
will be driving by. -�

    -�Oh, I'll give 'em to you before we get there.  Not yet though. -�

   So we walked.  Bobby got out his cell and sent a text to somebody about
something but didn't offer to tell me who.  In a very short time we got
back to the paved path, though it didn't look like the same spot where we
left it.

   I was nervous walking on the pavement.  This path was used by skaters
and bicycles.  There was a little bit more underbrush around though so at
least there was some possibility to hide.

   Very soon after we got to the pavement I saw where we were.  We must
have hiked in a big semi-circle because now we were back to that big
athletic field.  We stopped and Bobby took us into a small thicket where we
were pretty well concealed by bushes.

   He took off the backpack and got out the bottle of water again and
offered it to me.  Since he drank out of it before I normally would have
thought cooties and refused but that didn't seem important now and I took a
drink.  He then got out my shoes and socks and handed them to me.   -�Put
these on. -�

   I waited for him to give me the rest of my clothes but he put the
backpack back on.  He pointed through a gap in the bushes.  I could see the
path as it extended ahead of us and I could also see part of the field. 
There was a group of girls about my own age playing, or rather practicing
soccer.  They were about two hundred feet from the closest part of the
path.

   Where we were, the path was still in the woods, but just ahead, it
emerged briefly.  For the next hundred and fifty feet or so, the woods were
just to the left of the path.  To the right, there was nothing between the
path and the open playing field.

   Bobby said,  -�Here's what we're gonna do.  You're gonna wait here, and
I'm going to walk that way, till I get to where the path enters the woods
again.  Then I'm going to wave at you.  When I do, I want you to run to me.
-�

    -�But.  But, they'll see me. -�

    -�Almost for sure, -� he said.   -�That's why you can't hesitate when I
signal you.  Don't hesitate, don't stop, don't look at them.  Just run as
fast as you can till you get to me.  That's why I gave you your shoes, so
you don't hurt your feet.  When you get there, be prepared to keep running
till we're sure they aren't following you or anything. -�

   My heart was racing again and my mouth was dry as I contemplated what I
was going to do.   -�Can I have some more water? -�

   He handed me the bottle,  -�Here, but hurry, it looks like they may be
getting ready to leave and I don't want to miss this chance. -�

   Once he had the bottle back, he took off down the path, not running, but
walking really fast.  I crouched in the bushes, unsure if I could do it. 
Could I run out in the open, in the sunlight, past the dozen or so girls in
the field?  Or would I freeze?

   Bobby stopped in the shadows up ahead.  He turned around and pointed his
camera in my direction, then he waved.  God!

   I jumped out of the bushes and hit the path running.  My heart was
thumping so hard in my chest I thought it would burst.  I just kept looking
at Bobby as I ran though I wanted to look at the girls.  I heard one of
them say  -�Hey, look! -� and another,  -�Holy cow! -� I ran as hard as I
could.

   Then I was with Bobby.  He handed me my shirt as we ran down the path
and I pulled it on while running, still naked from the waist down.  We went
around a slight bend and he stopped me, grabbing me to keep me from
falling, and handed me my shorts.   -�I don't think anyone is following us,
-� he said.

   "Did you know any of them?" I managed to gasp, wondering if any of them
might have recognized me.

   "Nuh-uh," he said, "I think they're from Saint Boniface.  Most of them
were wearing burgundy and gold."

   Great!  Our number one rival high school.  I sure hoped none of them
recognized me.

   Fortunately my shorts were loose enough that I was able to get them on
over my shoes with a minimum amount of hopping around.  As soon as I had
them on Bobby wanted to run again, saying he wanted to get to the car in
case anyone had called the park rangers.

   Shit!  I hoped if they did, they didn't get too good a look at me.

   Anyhow I couldn't run very fast because I couldn't breathe!  My heart
was still pounding.  Bobby pulled me along and had the car unlocked with
the key remote before we got there.  We tumbled in and I pulled onto the
road, trying to balance caution and haste.

   I was still panting, still high on adrenaline when Bobby said,  -�God
Lee!  You did it!  That was awesome! -�

   We drove back toward home, me shaking, while Bobby reviewed what he had
on his camera, occasionally exclaiming  -�Awesome! -� or,  -�Wow!  Wait
till you see this! -�

   By the time we pulled into the drive my breathing and heart rate had
just about returned to normal.  What a shopping trip that had turned out to
be!

   As we got out of the van, I saw Sarah Giebel sitting on the front steps,
holding a football.



   Home Again

    -�Say hello to Sarah, -� said Bobby,  -�I'll unload the stuff. -�

   I got out of the van and Sarah smiled at me.  She gave the football she
was holding a spin and tossed it up into the air a few feet and caught it.

    -�Hi, Sarah, -� I said,  -�Still Playing football? -�

   Sarah nodded and waved at Bobby as he got the bags from the car.  
-�Yeah, probably my last year though. -�

   I don't think I mentioned previously that Bobby was a pretty good
athlete.  In grade school he was a star on the football team until his
grades caught up with him and he was cut.  Sarah was an even better
athlete, the best female athlete at Sacred Heart High School and maybe the
best overall.

   Even though she was just going to be a sophomore, everybody knew she was
going to start on the varsity volleyball, basketball and softball teams. 
She also played rugby as a club sport.  In addition to that, she was the
quarterback on Bobby's touch football team.

   I raised my eyebrows at her answer,  -�Oh?  Too much sports? -�

   She shook her head,  -�Nah.  Next year we get moved up to the B
division. They use a bigger ball and my hands aren't big enough to grip it
right and I'm just not quick enough or big enough to play any position but
quarterback. -�

   Bobby had taken the bags inside and now came back out.   -�I told mom
you'd show her what you bought later.  Me and Sarah are gonna practice a
little. -�

   Sarah nodded at me and smiled as she got up and she and Bobby headed for
the backyard.

   I went inside, hoping my mom wasn't going to ask to see whatever it was
Bobby had bought for me.  I didn't really have to worry, it seemed.  
-�Hello dear, -� she said,  -�Bobby said he ran you ragged at the mall. 
You look a little flushed, was he that difficult? -�

   I wasn't surprised that I looked a little flushed after running around
the woods naked for the last couple of hours.   -�No mom, there were just a
lot of people shopping for back to school clothes I guess.  I do feel a
little tired though, I think I'll lie down unless you need help with
dinner. -�

   She thanked me for taking Bobby shopping for his school clothes and said
I should get some rest so I went upstairs.

   My room was hot and stuffy so before I did lie down I went to open my
window which looked out on the backyard.  Bobby and Sarah were standing
next to the garage talking.  While I watched though he started running and
she backed up a couple steps and threw him the ball.

   I went and laid down on my bed, flopping down on top of the covers and
closing my eyes.  For the first time all day I was alone for more than a
few minutes.  I couldn't believe all that had happened to me.  My hand went
down inside my shorts and over my now bare pussy.

   For the first time I had a chance to explore my new nakedness on my own
time.  How sensitive my newly shaved skin felt!  I knew I wouldn't be able
to keep my hands off myself at all now.  I began to stroke my lips, my
clitty.  I forced myself to go slow but as I began to think about my
afternoon, my brother photographing me naked in the woods, streaking past
those other girls.  My hand began to move faster.

   I couldn't help but moan as my fingers brought me to release and I lay
there, still stroking my smooth pussy.  Finally I withdrew my hand from my
shorts, curled up on my bed and drifted off into a nap.



   Dinner

   I didn't sleep very long but when I woke it was much cooler in my room
so the first thing I did was go to close the window.  I couldn't see Bobby
and Sarah in the backyard any longer so I figured they had either gone to
the playground where there was more room or they had finished with their
ball toss.

   My cell was on my dresser and I could see I had a text.  It was from
Bobby and said I should wear my new skirt down to dinner and reminded me to
remember rule three.  Well I couldn't remember the rules by number but I
figured with the skirt he probably meant the no underwear rule.

   I didn't know I had a new skirt but I guessed it was one of the things
Bobby had bought for me.  I looked around my room and spotted a Target bag
inside the door.  Bobby must have put it there when he unloaded the car.

   Sure enough, there were actually two wrap around skirts in the bag along
with some socks.  There was also a light yellow and a light green polo. 
Fairly mundane stuff except the skirts were a bit shorter than what I was
used to, though not scandalously so.  Bobby hadn't specified which skirt to
wear so I figured I still had some choices.  I picked the khaki colored
skirt over the navy, and the yellow polo.  I put on a pair of the ankle
length socks and my Skechers and went downstairs.

   My dad was in his den when I passed, working.  He's an architect and
does a lot of work at home and we had learned not to disturb him when he
was on his computer.  My mom was in the kitchen, finishing dinner and asked
me to set the table.  While I was getting down some plates from the
cupboard, she said ,  -�Oh, is that what you bought?  They look nice on you
but isn't that skirt a bit short? -�

    -�Mom, this is the way they come!  I'm not wearing this to school, so
what's the difference? -�

    -�Well, I don't think you'll be wearing those to church either, -� was
all she said.   -�Call your brother in for dinner and ask if Sarah wants to
stay too. -�

    -�They're gone, mom. -�

    -�Then who's that? -� she asked, pointing out the back window.

   Sure enough, Bobby and Sarah were out there, still tossing the football
and I wondered why I didn't see them from my room I went and asked Sarah if
she wanted to eat with us and she said yes so I set an extra place while
mom marshaled the other kids and got my dad.

   I know I said earlier that we were poor before but we weren't really
poor, there just wasn't a lot of extra money to spend after paying the
tuition for all of us.  We did have a really nice house which my dad
designed himself and it had a big dining room which we needed with five
kids and now a guest.

   So we all sat down with me between Sarah and Bobby on one side of the
table and the other kids on the other side with mom at one end and dad at
the other and me with no panties under my skirt.

   Sarah was seated next to my dad, who like most dads I guess was into
sports, so he and she did most of the talking about the baseball playoffs
and the upcoming football season.  That was fine with me because all I
could think about was the fact that I wasn't wearing panties.  You'd think
that for a girl who had just been running around naked in a public park not
wearing panties wouldn't be such a big deal but wearing a skirt and sitting
at a dinner table with my whole family, I couldn't take my mind off it.



   The whole meal I kept waiting for Bobby to try and put his hand under my
skirt or something but it never happened, which just made the whole time
more agonizing since I was sure that that was something he was going to
try. The only incident during the meal was when Jacob, who was of an age
where I suspected him of trying to sneak looks down my blouse or up my
skirt anyway, dropped his fork and had to go under the table to retrieve
it. I quickly snapped my legs together and, although he spent far more time
under the table than you'd think necessary, when he got back into his chair
it was with a disappointed look on his face.

   I volunteered to clear the table and load the dishwasher but mom said
she was teaching Pauline to do it.  Bobby took the opportunity to remind me
that I had promised to help him with the book reviews after supper even
though it was the first I'd heard of it.  Mom of course thought that was a
great idea and that was the end of my first pantiless family meal.



   Homework

   I thought Bobby wanted to start right away but he said that he and Sarah
needed about a half hour to work on their playbook and he got a spiral
notebook and a pencil and they went out back again.

   I decided to use the time to take a shower and again I couldn't keep my
hands off my pussy.  It felt so sensitive and smooth but I did manage to
keep from making myself cum this time.  Bobby hadn't said anything about
what to wear so I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt again and went downstairs
to see if he and Sarah were finished.  They were just coming in the back
door and Pauline was just turning on the dishwasher when I got into the
kitchen.

   Sarah said she had to get home and my mom said goodbye to her, then told
me and Bobby that she and my dad were going to take the other kids to
grandma's house for a while to give us time to work undisturbed.  Goody! 
More me and Bobby time, just what I needed after the kind of day it had
been already!  Mom and dad gathered the younger kids into the car and I was
alone with Bobby for the third time that day.

   As soon as they were out of the drive Bobby said,  -�Rule one. -�

   I knew that was the one about being naked when we were together but I
told him I didn't know if I could write book reviews naked.  He said,  -�It
doesn't matter what we're doing, when you're alone with me, you're naked.
Besides, I think you can get a couple little reviews done in an hour or
less and it's an hour drive each way so they'll be gone at least three
hours so we'll have a couple more hours alone.  Get naked Leah. -�

   I was starting to wonder if I wouldn't have been better off just letting
him tell mom when he first caught me naked outside.  I would probably have
been grounded for life and they would have put some kind of alarm on my
door to keep me in or something but at least it would be done with.  He had
so many more compromising pictures of me now though, that I didn't see a
way out.  Plus, maybe somewhere deep down I wanted it this way.

   My t-shirt and shorts came off and I handed them to Bobby.   -�My
computer is up in my room, -� he said so that's where we headed.  He
switched on his laptop and I found myself staring at another picture of me
naked, this one from this very afternoon.  He was already using it as his
desktop wallpaper.

   He must have had some kind of talent with a camera because the picture
was beautiful.  It was just me, naked and walking on the path, but somehow
he had managed to make me look beautiful, sexy and innocent all at the same
time.  He had me sit down at his desk, then reached around me and clicked
on an icon to open up a document.

   I was surprised to find that he had actually made some kind of
rudimentary effort at doing the summer reading assignment.  I would have
thought that he had done nothing, at least there was a start.  It wasn't
really that awful either.  As I said it wasn't that he wasn't smart, he
just didn't apply himself.  When he wanted to, he could do the work.

   With some of what he had written being salvageable, I soon had most of
the summer assignment done.  It was weird at first, being in my brother's
room naked and typing on his computer, but in concentrating on the words in
front of me I almost forgot that part, that is, until he said,  -�That's
enough for now, Lee, save it. -�

   I saved the document and started to get up.   -�No, -� he said, 
-�That's enough homework, but you're not finished.  Don't you want to see
the rest of the pictures I took today? -�

   I sat back down.  I did want to see them actually, the one he had set as
a wallpaper made me want to see more.  As much as I couldn't resist being
outdoors naked in the past, now I found I couldn't resist looking at myself
naked outdoors.   -�Yes Sir, I do. -�

   He clicked on another icon and a slide show started again.  Dozens of
pictures of me naked in the park.  They weren't all as good as his
wallpaper but many of them I found breathtaking.  I couldn't believe it was
me.  When the slide show ended he started a short video of me streaking
past the athletic field.

    -�Remember that? -� he asked.

   I nodded.

    -�Did you like it? -�

    -�Yes Sir. -�

    -�Good!  Because we're going to do lots more things like that Leah. 
Lots more. -�



   Rule Four

   He took my hand and stood me up, then led me over to his bed.  I started
to think he was going to rape me then, even though he said he wouldn't and
I started to shake and even tried to pull my hand away.  He let go of my
hand and said,  -�Relax Lee.  Nothing bad is going to happen. -�

   The tone in his voice was soothing and I felt a little better though I
was still shaking some because I knew that even if he said it wasn't bad,
something was going to happen.  He looked me in the eyes and said,  -�Sit
down on my bed, Leah. -�

   I sat on the edge of his bed and he got his pillows and put them behind
me and had me lie down crosswise on the bed with my legs dangling off the
side.  It was getting dark outside by now and he went over and turned on
the lamp on his nightstand, then sat on the floor by my feet.   -�Open up
your legs a little, Leah. -�

   I did and I knew now he could see everything and I blushed a little
because even though he had seen me naked and a whole bunch of other people
had too, now he was looking right at my pussy.  I was wet from looking at
the pictures and I thought he could probably see that too and that made me
even wetter.

   He just looked at me for a little bit, then he said,  -�You have a very
pretty little cunt, Leah. -�

    -�Thank you. -�

    -�No, I mean it.  Your lips are just so puffy and your little slit is
so cute and I can see your inner lips just peeking out and they're just
such a gorgeous shade of pink.  It's the prettiest one I've ever seen. -�

   I wondered just how many he had seen and I didn't know he even knew the
word gorgeous, but his words made me blush some more and get even wetter if
that was possible.   -�Thank you, -� I said again.

   Then he said the words I knew were coming and the words I longed to hear
now.   -�Touch yourself, Leah.  I want to watch you cum. -�

   I wanted to desperately but I didn't want to admit it, so I said,  -�I
already came twice today, Sir.  I don't think I can do it again. -�

    -�Yes you can, Leah.  Do it.  Rub that pretty little cunt for me. -�

   I had to cum by then.  In fact, I was in danger of cuming just from him
looking at me and talking like he was to me.  I reached down and started to
play with myself as he watched.

    -�Whoa, Leah.  Not so fast, go slow and only rub your clit, I want to
see your cunt when you cum. -�

   I slowed down for him, my fingertip making small circles around my clit.
 -�Please, -� I asked him,  -�Could you call it my pussy?  Not cunt.  I
don't like the word cunt. -�

    -�Sure Leah, sorry.  Rub your pretty little pussy for me, let me see
you cum. -�

   I wanted him to see it too, and as I watched him watching me I knew it
was going to happen soon.  Then all the sensations of the day seemed to
come back to me at once and all of a sudden I was cumming so hard that I
screamed and tried to clamp my legs together as the spasms started.  I
shoved the back of my free hand into my mouth to try and stop screaming and
Bobby put his hands on the inside of my knees to keep my legs open.  I
forced myself to open my legs wider so he could see and he said,  -�It's
OK, Leah.  It's OK, no one can hear you, -� so I took my hand from my mouth
and just moaned through the rest of my orgasm.

   When it finally stopped I just lay there on Bobby's bed, completely
spent.  He took my hand from my pussy and put the first two fingers in his
mouth, sucking them gently, then licking them clean.   -�I could see your
pussy clenching Leah, like it wanted something to squeeze on when you came.
-�

   I nodded.

    -�Do you want something inside you when you cum? -�

   I still couldn't speak so I just nodded.

    -�Do you want a cock inside you? -�

   That freed my tongue and I said,  -�Yes, I do, but I still don't want
you to fuck me. -�

    -�That's OK, Leah, you will, -� he said.   -�You've been a very good
girl today Leah and now I have a new rule for you.  Rule number four, You
are only allowed to touch yourself, or to cum, if I say it's OK,
understand? -�

    -�Yes Sir. -�

    -�Can you do that Leah? -�

    -�Yes Sir, but it will be hard. -�

    -�I know, but you will do it.  Now, I want you to go to your room and
get some sleep, tomorrow's gonna be a very big day. -�



   Church

   I went back to my room still naked, as Bobby didn't offer to give me
back my clothes.  I realized then that our relationship had changed
forever. I couldn't ever look at him as my little brother again.  I wasn't
familiar with the terms at the time, though I think Bobby may have been,
but I was now his sub, he was my dom.

   I fell asleep that night before my parents got home and I slept the
whole night through.  The first I remember the next morning, my mom was
calling for me to get ready for church.

   For one brief moment I thought the whole thing had been some kind of
dream.  I was brought back to reality however, by the fact that I was naked
in bed.  I never slept naked despite my penchant for exhibitionism but I
must have been so emotionally drained when I went to bed that I fell asleep
without putting on pajamas.



   As I brushed my teeth and got dressed for Mass, I wondered what Bobby
had planned for me today.  He had said it was going to be a big day and I
had no idea how he could top yesterday unless he planned on getting me
naked in church.

   Bobby hadn't said anything about what to wear and since the weather was
still warm I wore what I usually wore to church in the summer, a light sun
dress only, remembering rule three, I was naked underneath.  I didn't
really need a bra but I was afraid of my nipples showing through so I
picked a darker color, a kind of burnt orange, hoping that would help keep
them from showing.  It also happened to be a bit longer than most of my
summer dresses, I just hoped it wouldn't be windy.

   We all piled into the van for the short ride to church.  Dad drove and
mom sat up front with him, with me and Bobby in the second row while the
other three kids had to squeeze into the back bench seat.  The drive was
uneventful, except when mom suggested that it was such a nice day, maybe we
could take a drive through the Metro Park after church.

   While I was still trying to think of a way to avoid driving past the
same places I had been cavorting in naked yesterday, Bobby spoke up, saying
he needed to get home right after church because he and Sarah had arranged
the first practice for their touch football team for the afternoon.  Mom
wasn't too happy about that, saying that Sunday afternoons should be for
family activities but she calmed down when dad suggested that we go to the
park later and have a cookout.

   We got to church and dad fussed because he couldn't find a spot at the
end of a row but he finally found a spot he liked so we parked and went
into church.  Bobby didn't try anything during Mass except once he put his
hand on the seat of the pew as I was sitting down so I sat on his hand. 
Even though he didn't do anything, just being naked under my dress and
knowing that he knew was enough to keep me worked up all through Mass.

    -�You're going to Hell, -� I told myself when it was time for communion
and I was walking up the aisle of the church to receive.

   Father Murdoch gave me the host, saying  -�The body of Christ, -� and I
mumbled my response and all I could think of was I wasn't wearing underwear
in church.

   When Mass was over we stood out front of the church for a little while
while mom and dad said hello to some of their friends and Father Murdoch
came over and said hi to my parents and he told me he liked my dress and I
thought he somehow knew I didn't have panties on but I don't see how he
could have.

   Karen, one of my friends from school came up and said hi and asked me if
I was going to be on the Flag Team again and I figured it was up to Bobby
now so I said I didn't know because I really didn't know.  Anyhow, she said
she'd see me at school and dad and mom finally said it was time to go so we
all got back in the van and went home.



   Karen

   When we got home Sarah and several boys who were on the team were
waiting and Bobby told them he'd be out as soon as he changed clothes.  I
went to change too and Bobby got me alone in the upstairs hallway and he
told me that he wanted me to get him a date with Karen.

   I said  -�How can I do that?  She's a senior and you're a sophomore,
she's not gonna want to go anywhere with you. -�

   He kinda rolled his eyes and said,  -�Just ask her, Lee.  She's your
best friend isn't she?  Ask her real nice and sweet.  I'm sure you can get
her to go on just one little date with your poor little lonely brother. 
Ask her this afternoon. -�

   He and his team went off to the playground to practice and I went
downstairs to help my mom with feeding the other kids lunch.  While I made
a salad and mom made sandwiches, I thought about what I could possibly say
to Karen to get her to agree to go out with Bobby.  I knew she wouldn't do
it, in fact she'd just laugh at me.  That gave me the idea to treat it as a
joke.  We'd laugh together, then I'd tell Bobby she said no.

   After lunch and before Bobby got home from practice, I called Karen. 
She wasn't really my best friend like Bobby said, but close enough.  She
was tall and blond and tan and had bigger tits than me.  She looked like a
model, and she was a cheerleader until sophomore year when her older
sister, who was a cheerleader in college, cracked a vertebra doing a stunt
and her parents made her quit.  On Flag Team we didn't do stunts so that's
why she could do that.

   We talked a little bit and then I said,  -�Hey, wanna hear something
funny?  After we saw you this morning, my brother said he'd like to go out
with you! -�

   To my surprise she said,  -�Bobby?  He is kinda cute, and he looks like
he hit some kind of growth spurt or something over the summer. -�

    -�Yeah, but go out with you?  What's he on, right? -�

    -�What do you mean?  What's wrong with going out with me? -�

    -�Karen he's a sophomore!  He's two years younger than you, remember?
Your birthday's the same week. -�

    -�So? -� she asked,  -�My mom's three years older than my dad.  She
always says she's a cradle robber. -�

    -�You're serious?  You really would go out with him? -�

    -�Why not?  He is really cute and he's taller then me now.  He's kinda
buff too.  We could go to a movie or something. -�

   My mom was calling me so, a little stunned, I arranged for Bobby to call
Karen later and hung up so mom and me could go shopping for the cookout.



   The Cookout: Naked Again

   Shopping was easy.  Mom had pretty much a standard picnic list, burger
patties, hot dogs, buns, etc., so we were back home and packing up in no
time.  Football practice was over and Bobby and Sarah were in the backyard
again.  My mom started to tell me to go get him, but then she said she'd
go.

   Pretty soon they came back out front and Sarah said goodbye and we went
on our family cookout.  Dad found a picnic site with a grill and a couple
of picnic tables and he and Bobby got a fire started in the grill while I
helped mom get the other things ready.  She had these plastic clips to hold
tablecloths on the picnic tables when it was windy and she fussed around
with them.  Yes, we had tablecloths on our picnics.

   Pauline was picking weeds that she called wildflowers and Jacob and
David were throwing around a rubber football.  Mom suggested to Bobby that
he join them and give them some help with catching and throwing but he
announced that I had volunteered to let him try out his camera by posing
for some pictures in a nature setting.

   Mom, still thrilled that her two oldest were getting along so well after
years of sibling rivalry, thought that was a great idea.  She told us we
should go and she and dad would watch the other kids and get the meal ready
and that we should be back in about an hour.  Bobby told her that he knew
of a very scenic spot down by the river where he and his buddies used to
fish and we set off, me, Bobby, and his camera, again alone in the woods.

   We started out on a paved path again but after a little while Bobby
started to turn onto another dirt path.  Now, I don't have a great
direction sense or anything, but I was pretty sure that the river was in
the opposite direction and I said so.

   Bobby laughed.   -�You think we want them to find us? -� he asked.  
-�Besides, anyplace is scenic once you're naked in it.  Come to think of
it, why not get naked now? -�

   Well, I could think of a few reasons not to, like mom, dad, total
strangers and, oh yeah, the Park Rangers, but I knew Bobby wasn't
interested in those reasons so again I got naked in the woods.  My shorts
and tank top came off and Bobby put them in his backpack again.  He told me
I could keep my shoes on to make walking easier.

   He told me to walk ahead of him and I know he was taking pictures of me
from behind because he told me I had one of  -�The most terrific little
butts -� that he had ever seen.  Then he ran ahead a bit and took more
pictures as I walked toward him.

   Pretty soon he took me off the path entirely and into the woods.  There
were a lot of evergreens in the area and we were pretty well concealed
where we were.  Again he had me strike various poses and snapped away all
the time.  He found some flowers and put some in my hair.  He had me lie
down, both prone and on my back on a bed of pine needles, then he found
some mud and wanted me to lie down on that.

    -�Bobby! -�

    -�What?! -�

    -�Robert, Sir," I corrected, "I'll get all dirty! -�

    -�That's better, but if I want you dirty, you get dirty.  These will be
really cool pictures. -�

   The mud wasn't real thin, but Bobby added some water from his backpack
to it and that made it sticky enough to coat me in mud.  My forearms,
breasts, belly, the front of my thighs, knees and even my pussy were
covered with this dark greenish slimy mud and I hoped I wouldn't get some
kind of infection from it.

   Bobby daubed a little more mud on my cheeks and chin, then had me pose
lying in the mud puddle.  He had me lie face down, then roll on my side. 
He made me lift my upper leg so the pink between my muddy pussy lips would
show, and of course, he made me touch myself.  He made me play with my
clit, spreading the mud around on it, but he told me not to make myself cum
this time, and all the time he took pictures.

   Lastly he made me stand up and he took more muddy pictures of me until
he decided it was time to head back to the picnic.  I was too muddy to put
my clothes back on, plus parts of me were muddy that would show, like my
face, legs and arms.  Bobby took off his t-shirt and wet it with water from
his backpack and told me to try and wash off some of the mud.

   I started with my face and tried to wash off as much mud as I could from
the areas that would still be exposed when I had my clothes on.  I tried to
clean as much mud as I could off my pussy too while Bobby photographed all
this.  Eventually his shirt was too muddy to be useful anymore so I handed
it back to him.  I couldn't help but notice that with his torso naked, my 
-�little -� brother really was kind buff, like Karen said.  I guess he
really had grown up a lot.

   He gave me back my clothes before we started back, which surprised me
because I expected him to make me walk most of the way back naked.  I was
grateful until I realized he was using the time to take pictures of me with
my clothes on to use if my parents asked to see the results of our picture
taking expedition.  Just before we got back, we came to a water faucet for
picnickers and Bobby washed out his shirt, then wrung it out and put it
back on wet.

   The drying mud was irritating and itching under my clothes by the time
we got back.  My mom saw me scratching so I blamed it on mosquitoes.  Sure
enough, dad asked Bobby for the camera and he began scrolling back through
the pictures immediately.  I was about to freak, waiting for him to scroll
to the first one of me naked, when Bobby secretly showed me the memory card
in his palm.  He had removed it, leaving just the camera memory for dad to
look at.

   Dad complemented Bobby on his picture taking talent, and then he told me
I had turned into a  -�Real beauty, -� and I looked  -�So natural. -� At
least he didn't see me as  -�Natural -� as I had been just a few minutes
before.

   The food was done by then so we ate, while I itched, and Bobby fidgeted,
I'm sure anxious to get home and get a good look at the pictures on the
memory card.  By the time we packed up and headed for home, all I could
think about was a shower and I hoped Bobby would let me take one in peace.



   A Shower

   I told mom that I needed to take a shower first, blaming the  -�mosquito
bites -� but she said I had to wait till the younger kids had their baths
and were ready for bed, so it looked like I was going to have to itch for a
couple more hours.  I tried changing clothes right away, but that didn't
help.  I got a washcloth and tried washing up in the half-bath on the first
floor and that did help some but I still felt dirty.

   My dad asked me what was the matter so I told him I was itchy from the
woods and had to wait for everybody else to have a bath first and I really
wanted a shower.  He said,  -�Why don't you use our bathroom? -� which was
a surprise because when he designed the house and we first moved in they
said the master suite was off limits to us kids and I'd almost never been
in either their bedroom or their bathroom except to clean.   -�Just lock
both doors, and you can take all the time you want. -�

   I got my bath stuff and got ready for my shower.  Bobby hadn't really
said anything to me since we'd been home and I think he was in his room,
probably drooling over his latest naked pictures of me.

   Their bathroom had doors to both their room and the hallway so I made
sure I locked both doors.  They had this huge shower and a separate
bathtub. I thought about soaking in the tub, but I wanted to wash away the
remains of that icky mud, not sit in it, so I got in the shower.

   It took me awhile to figure out how to work their fancy shower head,
which had all kind of massage settings, but finally I got a nice spray and
scrubbed myself with my body wash and a puff.  I had rinsed off the body
wash and was shampooing my hair when suddenly I felt a change in the air
pressure or something.  Somebody was in the room!

   At first I thought it must be my mom, though I didn't think anyone could
get in with the doors locked, then I got a look through the glass shower
door.  It was Bobby!  My first impulse was to try to cover up, but then I
realized that was kind of pointless in view of the fact that he'd seen me
naked so many times already.  Instead I asked him how he got in.

   He held up a little key,  -�Didn't you know there was a skeleton key in
one of the kitchen drawers?  I made a copy years ago. -�

    -�You better get out, -� I told him,  -�What if dad or mom finds out
you're in here with me? -�

    -�Don't worry, I got plenty of time.  Dad's meeting with a client, and
mom has Jake and Davie down in the living room organizing their school
stuff while she's hemming Pauline's uniforms. -�

   He opened the shower door and looked at me,  -�Rinse off that shampoo
and get out here, leave the water running. -�

   Of course he had his camera and took a couple pictures of me wet.   -�I
called Karen.  We're going to a movie tomorrow. -�

    -�She's gonna go out with you? -�

    -�Sure.  I told you the really pretty girls are starved for attention.
-�

   Great.  Bobby was going to be dating one of my classmates.  Well, maybe
it really was a good thing.  He'd have less time to spend on me, not that I
thought she'd go out with him a second time.   -�Great then.  I'm glad to
hear it.  Now don't you think you should get out of here before mom or dad
comes around? -�

    -�I just wanted to say thanks for asking her for me and to get a few
bathroom pics. -�

    -�Well you got a few, so why not leave before we get caught. -�

    -�You're such a worry wart.  Just a couple more wet ones, get back in
the shower. -�

   He posed me for a couple more pictures, mostly from the back, he liked
the way the water flowed over my butt, he said.  I was glad to see him
crack the door and peak out into the hall before he left.

   Just before he walked out he said,  -�You've been a good girl again
today.  You can make yourself cum now, Leah. -�

   Well, I didn't want to, especially after he told me to, so I was
determined not to cum.  I did use my bath puff to lather up one more time
as I wanted to be sure to wash as much of that dirt off of me as I could.
The puff felt nice as I scrubbed, especially on my bare pussy.  No, I
didn't want to cum, but I decided I would just make myself feel a little
good, give my clit just a little attention.  I put aside the puff and used
my soapy finger to trace along my slit up to my clit.  Oh!  It sure did
want the attention!

   I started to think about where I was and what I was doing.  I was
masturbating in my parent's shower!  In a room that had always been off
limits.  I may have had no experience with sex myself, but I wasn't so
naive as to think my parents didn't do it.  Dad must have designed this
room with the big shower and super sized tub for a reason.  You didn't have
a shower or a tub big enough for two unless two people were going to be
using them together.

   I started to think about my mom and dad together, in this shower, making
love.  My mom was almost 40, but she was still very pretty, if just a
little chunky.  She had reddish blond hair just a little darker than mine.
Her tits were definitely bigger than mine, in fact I had looked at her bras
in the laundry and she was a c-cup, which I could only hope to grow into at
this point.

   My dad kept himself in shape, conducting lots of meetings with his
clients on the golf course.  He had dark brown hair with just a tiny touch
of gray and I'd always considered him incredibly handsome.  As I continued
to touch myself I imagined him standing behind my mom, reaching around to
grab her breasts, his hands traveling lower, over her belly, touching
between her legs as I was touching myself.  I forgot about not wanting to
cum as I thought about them together.  about my dad and my mom, about him
touching her like this.

   Then I had the image that it was him touching me, his fingers teasing my
clit.  I didn't want to think about my dad touching me though, so I tried
to imagine some generic man in the shower with me, ready to make love to
me, but the image kept switching back to him.  I found the only way I could
keep from thinking about my dad was to imagine it was Bobby behind me,
Bobby naked in the shower with me, touching me, pressed up against me from
behind.  When I tried to stop thinking about Bobby, the images of my dad
kept coming back, so in my thoughts I let Bobby touch me, letting him make
me cum in my parent's shower.

   When I came I tried to push the images of Bobby out of my head but I
couldn't.  I remembered that first night when he had confronted me outside
in the driveway, telling me I would beg to be fucked by him.  I couldn't
imagine it then but now I couldn't stop thinking about it.


Karen: the Date

   The next morning Bobby pretty much left me alone.  I think he was
preoccupied with his afternoon date with Karen.  Dad was at his office
while mom had a meeting of her Rosary Society.  Bobby did come into the
kitchen while I was cleaning up after breakfast and said,  -�I've been
doing some research. -�

   Well, as I've said he isn't normally the research type, so I was a
little confused.  Could he possibly be trying to finish the book reviews by
himself?  Before I could ask, he continued,  -�I think I can teach you to
cum on command. -�

    -�What? -�

    -�I can teach you to cum when I tell you to. -�

    -�I've cum every time you told me to so far. -�

    -�No, -� he said,  -�Not like when I tell you to make yourself cum by
rubbing yourself or anything, you'd just cum when I say a certain word. -�

    -�You mean like, even if I wasn't touching myself or anything? -�

    -�Yep. -�

   I shook my head,  -�That'd never work, it's impossible. -�

    -�I dunno, -� he said,  -�I've looked at a lot of websites that say
it's very possible. -�

   Just then Pauline came in and reminded me that she was supposed to be
the one to load the dishwasher from now on and Bobby dropped the subject.
He spent the rest of the morning in his room.  Whenever I walked past his
door I could see him on his computer but whether he was doing more 
-�research, -� sorting through his pictures of me, or doing something else,
I couldn't tell and he didn't tell me.

   Mom came home around noon and Bobby asked her if he could go with his
friends to see  -�Galactic Rangers, -� a movie he'd been waiting for.  She
asked him if his book reviews were done and he looked at me.   -�I helped
him finish them while you were out, mom, -� I lied, so she told him it was
OK.

   Bobby then did something he almost never did.  That is, he took a shower
in the middle of the day.  A short time later he got a text on his cell and
announced,  -�I'm going, mom.  I think we might get pizza after the movie
if that's OK. -�

    -�Alright, -� she said.

   Bobby waved at me and whispered,  -�Look in your room, -� before he
headed out the door.  I was curious because I didn't see anyone out front
so I peeked out the bay window in the living room.  From there, I could see
him getting into Karen's car, which was waiting about four houses down the
street.  As soon as I saw them drive off, I figured I'd better get up to my
room and see whatever it was that was there before mom wandered in and
found it.

   On my bed was a bag from Target.  It held only two items.  The first one
was a gift wrapped package, obviously wrapped by Bobby with the paper
folded untidily and taped messily.  It was about as big as a box of candy.
Before I opened it I took out the only other thing in the bag, a folded
piece of paper.  Bobby had written a note telling me he had set up a Gmail
account for me, and telling me to sign on and read my mail.

   The note didn't say if I should open the package or not so I decided I'd
see what was in it.  It turned out to be Bobby's idea of a gift for me. 
Actually it was a really nice little women's shaving kit with a razor,
trimmer, and some really nice lotion.  I guess Bobby was trying to make
rule number two easier on me.  I put it all in my underwear drawer and went
to my computer.

   The note included a Gmail account name and password so I signed on.  I
had two emails.  One was titled  -�Instructions, -� and the second,  -�Oh
yeah. -� The instructions weren't much really, just to use the  -�gift -�
to keep myself baby smooth at all times, and to read my mail every day.

   There was also a large attachment which turned out to be whole bunch of
the pictures Bobby had taken.  I started to look at a few of them and I
guess I really did look pretty sexy covered with mud.  There were a couple
from last night's shower too, with water droplets beaded up on my naked
butt.

   I opened up the  -�Oh yeah -� email and it turned out to be links to a
few websites about how someone could learn to cum on command.  Most of the
websites insisted it was possible but that the subject had to be pretty
much willing for it to happen, though one girl said she was trained to do
it without her knowledge.

   One word that stood out was Pavlovian.  I read over some of the stuff on
the sites, thinking I wouldn't want to be made to cum just from hearing a
word or a countdown.  When I decided it wasn't going to work on me I
switched off my computer and got up to go downstairs.  Only then did I
realize how wet I'd become.

   Bobby didn't come home till after supper.  Mom and me were in the living
room watching some TV when he bounced in, which was almost literal.  To say
he was in a good mood was an understatement.  Mom asked him if the movie
was that good and he just said,  -�Huh?  Oh!  Yeah, it was great!  I'm
going upstairs, -� and he disappeared up the stairs, humming and taking
them two at a time.

   I was glad to see him go and I was able to spend the rest of the evening
in peace.  When I did go up to bed though, I found my computer on, with a
message scrolling across the screen telling me to read my mail.  He must
have hacked my password somehow and somehow I felt more disturbed by that
than by anything else.

   The latest email was titled,  -�Tonight. -�



   Outside Again

   I opened Bobby's latest email with a bit of disappointment.  I'd hoped
his obvious exhilaration on his return from his date with Karen would mean
he'd leave me alone for awhile, yet only hours later, here was another
order from him.  I was to meet him down at the side door at 3:00am, dressed
in a t-shirt, shorts and of course, no underwear.

   So for the first time in weeks I set my alarm to wake me in the middle
of the night.  I set it for 2:45 to allow me time to sneak down to the side
door.  When I woke, the house was quiet.  Bobby's bedroom door was closed
and I didn't try to knock or anything.  If he overslept and missed our
rendezvous I'd wait for a bit and then go back to bed.

   I crept silently through the house and there he was, in the kitchen,
sitting at the table with a glass of milk.  He slugged down the last of it
and got up, putting the empty glass on the sink counter.   -�How was the
movie? -� I asked.

    -�The movie?  Oh, it was pretty nice.  Not so nice as Karen though. -�

    -�Are you going out with her again? -�

    -�Um, maybe not exactly 'go out,' but we have some plans. -�

    -�Like what? -� I asked.

    -�That's really not for you to know Leah, -� he said.   -�now let's get
going. -�

   He led me down to the side door and I started to take off my shirt but
he told me to keep it on.  We went out and he closed the door carefully. 
He had his backpack with him and I knew my clothes would end up in it
eventually.

   We started out walking in a direction I had usually avoided on my night
time excursions.  The reason I stayed away from this area was that about a
block and a half away, there was an intersection where there was a gas
station that was open all night.  The other three corners of this mini
commercial zone had a barbershop, insurance agency and a pizza parlor.  The
pizza parlor was open till 4:00am on weekends but would be closed tonight.

   Bobby led me past the intersection.  The other businesses were dark but
the gas station was open.  It had about eight self-service pumps and a tiny
kiosk where the attendant stayed at night and sold cigarettes and beer and
stuff.  We could see the attendant as we walked past and I couldn't tell
much about her except that it was a girl.  I couldn't tell her age, except
that since the station sold beer, she had to be at least twenty-one.

   Once past the station we crossed to the other side of the street to a
small parking lot behind the barbershop.  There was a light on a pole here
but Bobby took me to a corner of the lot right behind the building where it
was a little darker.  Here, he asked me for my clothes.  Sure enough, my
shirt and shorts went into his backpack but he gave me back my shoes.

   I always felt a little silly wearing just shoes and socks but at least I
didn't have to worry about hurting my feet in this junky parking lot, or
doing whatever it was that Bobby had planned next.

   He led me to the edge of the building by the street where we could look
at the intersection.  The gas station was catty-corner from the barbershop
so we could see the attendant inside the kiosk, but not very well.  Bobby
hadn't touched me very much since that first night in the driveway which
now seemed ages ago, but now he stood behind me and slightly left, putting
his left hand on my left shoulder and his right on my right hip.

    -�I bet she spends the whole night reading magazines, -� he whispered
into my left ear,  -�And doesn't even look out except when a car comes. -�

   The attendant did seem to have her head bent down, probably sitting on a
stool or something, looking at something on the counter.  Bobby's right
hand slid around, cupping my butt cheek and giving it a small squeeze.  
-�See ya at home Leah. -�

   Just as Bobby started back toward home, a car came through the
intersection.  It was a two way stop, with the stop being for the street we
lived on, while the cross street had no stops.  It wasn't any problem for
Bobby of course and he just kept going while I ducked back behind the
building and flattened myself against it.

   When I peeked around the building again, the car had proceeded through
the intersection on the cross street and had pulled into the gas station
where the driver was getting out to pump gas.  I could barely see Bobby, at
least several houses past the intersection and back across our street to
the side we lived on.

   Having to go past the attendant would be bad enough, but no way was I
going past the station while there was a guy out there pumping gas, so I
ducked back behind the building again and waited.  I was pretty sheltered
where I was, except maybe if a car came up the street toward me, heading
toward our house.

   I peeked out again and the man was finished pumping and was paying the
attendant through a little window.  It occurred to me that at this hour the
kiosk was probably locked and all transactions were through that little
window.  The man drove away and I contemplated my options.

   It was possible for me to head another block away from our house, then
circle around and avoid the gas station altogether, but that would mean
going down several blocks naked rather than just a couple.  Bobby was
probably right about the magazine I decided and the attendant would
probably not even look outside.

   The option now was should I run, which might attract her attention, or
just walk?  The longer I waited, the more chance that another car would
come by so I decided to use Bobby's idea from the soccer field.  Once I
decided to go, I would run past the station, not look, and just keep going
till I was clear.

   I couldn't see Bobby at all anymore so I took a deep breath and started
out running toward home.  As I ran across the cross street, I looked both
directions.  In one direction I saw nothing, but the other way were red
taillights a few blocks away, probably the guy that had just got gas, and
further away the white of headlights but way too far to worry about.

   Having already forgotten my own plans not to look, but just run, I
looked at the kiosk.  The girl was looking right at me!  With that little
window still open I could see her face as clear as day.  Shit!  The girls
at the soccer field had seen me and now this girl!  I was sure she would be
calling the police so I ran as fast as I could till I was a few houses past
the station, then across to our side of the street, running all out.

   Once I crossed the street I couldn't be seen from the gas station
anymore, but I kept going as fast as I could.  Just before our house I
looked behind me and didn't see anyone, either on foot or in a car.  I ran
up our drive and ran straight into Bobby, waiting for me.

   I was all out of breath and I thought my heart was going to burst.  I
tried to run past him to the door but he caught me and held me there.

    -�Calm down, calm down, -� he said while I was trying to catch my
breath.  We were just barely out of the streetlights in the shadows of the
driveway.  He turned me to face the street.   -�We're not done yet, Leah.
-�



   The Word

   Bobby had me facing the street while he stood behind me.  He stood so
close that I could feel a lump in the front of his shorts pressing up
against my butt.  Now, I know I'd never had sex, but I certainly knew what
that lump was about.  We had sex education in health class and, even if it
was mostly Catholic  -�Don't do it, -� they did teach you the basics. 
Also, I'd seen Michelangelo's David, so I knew full well what it was that
Bobby was pressing against me.

   Bobby urged me forward until I was again in the light from the street,
even though we were still between the houses.   -�You've been a good girl
again today, Leah, -� he whispered into my ear.   -�Good girls get to cum.
You know that, right? -�

   I was still breathing hard and I didn't really know what I should say,
so I just nodded.

    -�Do you want to cum Leah? -�

   I nodded again only this time I managed a  -�Yes. -�

    -�Good girl!  I'm gonna help you cum Leah.  You're gonna cum real hard,
OK? -�

   By this time I realized how excited I'd become.  The slight breeze in
the driveway made me aware of the dampness between my legs, the stiffening
of my nipples.  I didn't know what he was going to do to help me, but I
wanted to cum hard so I nodded again.  Just then a car flashed past and I
tried to back up out of the light but Bobby held me there, exposed.

    -�You're OK, Leah, -� he whispered again.   -�Now, we don't want you to
scream like you did the other day, so I have some things to help you behave
while you cum, OK? -�

   By now all this running around naked and all the talking about my
potential cuming had my sexual tension built up so high that I readily
agreed,  -�Just let me cum, please. -�

   I started to reach to touch myself but Bobby caught my wrist.   -�No,
Leah.  Bad girl.  I didn't say touch. -�

   He took my wrist and brought it behind my back, snapping something
around it.  Then he brought my other wrist around and did the same. 
Handcuffs!  He had me handcuffed!

    -�Now, -� he said,  -�To keep you from being too noisy. -� He put a
ball of some kind in my mouth.  It was knotted inside a scarf and he tied
the ends of the scarf behind my head.  I was now gagged too.

   Bobby grabbed the handcuffs in his right hand and forced my arms up to
waist level, making me stand straighter and thrusting my breasts out toward
the street.  Still behind me, he pressed himself against me again, shoving
me forward maybe another half a step.  I could feel that lump in his shorts
again, only it felt firmer now, poking into my left butt cheek as he stood
slightly to that side.

    -�Do you still want to cum, Leah? -� he whispered into my left ear.  At
the same time, he reached around with his left hand and cupped my left
breast, his thumb finding the nipple and flicking over it.

   I jerked at the touch.  All he'd really done since that first night was
just look at me, and his touch now sent an electric like spark through me.
I moaned around the gag and he tightened his grip on the handcuffs,
quieting me.

    -�I asked if you still wanted to cum, Leah. -�

   I nodded, trying not to groan.

   He shifted a little to his right, letting go of the cuffs and putting
his right hand around my waist, pulling me tighter against him.  The lump,
definitely bigger and harder now, pressed between my ass cheeks, and I
wondered what it would feel like if he took his shorts off.  I found myself
thinking about what my brother's naked penis would feel like, pressed
against my naked butt but I quickly pushed that thought away.

   His left hand continued to play with my breast, squeezing, tugging on
the now rock hard nipple.  His right hand didn't stay at my waist long,
sliding down over my belly till it went between my legs.  He cupped my
pussy and I could feel my wetness against his palm.  He groaned now and I
could feel a throb from his penis.

    -�Feel my cock against you Leah? -�

   I nodded again while his hand gently rubbed my pussy, still covering the
whole thing.  He said,  -�I've picked out a word for you, Leah.  A word
you're going to learn to cum to when you hear it.  Every time you cum from
now on, I'm going to whisper that word to you, and just like Pavlov's dogs
learned to salivate when they heard the bell, you're going to learn to cum
when you hear it. -�

   God!  I didn't care about that stuff now!  My brother was feeling me up
in our driveway, practically fucking me in our driveway!  I didn't care
about any old word, I just wanted to cum!

   At last he began to move his hand, the big middle finger rubbing along
my slit while his other fingers stroked my lips.  His fingertip pressed
between my lips, picking up my moisture, then slid up to my clit.

    -�You're so wet Lee!  You want to cum so much, don't you? -�

   I nodded again, biting down on the gag.  I didn't know where he learned
it, but he knew how to touch a girl.  He didn't just attack my clit, but
teased it, not directly touching, but fingers alongside it, using the hood
to stimulate it until it, and I, were begging for more.

   He could sense it too, sense when I was ready.  I could feel him rubbing
himself against my butt when he finally gave my clit that final touch, the
one that sent me over the edge and I was cuming!

    -�Whillikers! -� he whispered into my ear as my hips were jerking
against his hand in front and his hard penis behind.  I was trying to
scream through the gag as I came as hard as he had promised.  My legs
turned to jelly and his left arm had to hold me up while I spasmed against
his right hand.

   Suddenly I realized I could feel wetness in the front of his shorts and
I realized he had cum too!  I could still feel his penis throbbing between
the cheeks of my butt as he again cupped his hand over my pussy, just
holding it there.

   We stood like that for awhile, both of us panting.  He took his wet
fingers and anointed my right nipple with my juices, then I could hear him
sucking on his fingers.   -�Mmm, Leah.  You taste so good!  I'm gonna have
to taste that from the source one day soon but we have to get you back into
bed now. -�

   He removed the gag and the handcuffs, turned me around and kissed me on
the mouth.  There wasn't anything brotherly about the kiss as he forced his
tongue into my mouth and I readily accepted it, sucking on it, tasting
myself from when he sucked on his fingers.  He gave me a little slap on the
butt,  -�Enough!  Get up to bed. -�

   He didn't give me back my clothes so I had to sneak back up to my room
naked, where I was asleep in moments.  Whillikers?  Jesus!  In fact, Holy
Shit!  I wasn't even sure if I could call myself a virgin anymore.  Did I
just have sex with my brother?



   Jealousy

   I felt very strange the next morning.  So much had happened.  Like I
said, I wasn't sure if I could still say I was a virgin anymore. 
Technically I guess I was.  I mean, he hadn't penetrated me, just used his
fingers on my clit.

   That in itself was strange.  It was the first time I had ever cum from
someone else touching me, instead of myself.  And he had cum too, at least
I was pretty sure that's what that wet spot on the front of his shorts had
meant.  So I still wasn't sure If I could still call myself a virgin.

   It was also the first time I'd ever been kissed like that.  I'd had a
few pecks maybe, on some of the rare dates I'd been allowed on, but nothing
like what Bobby's tongue had done to my mouth.

   The really strange and bad part was I woke up wanting more, especially
the kissing part.

   My mom worked sometimes at my dad's office, especially during the school
year but sometimes other days and this was one of them.  There were only
two days of summer vacation left now and David, Jacob and Pauline were up
early and already out to play.

   I was alone in the kitchen in a kind of daze when Bobby came down and
grunted something.  He poured himself a cup of stale coffee from the pot
mom had left over from breakfast and sat down at the table with me.  He
didn't speak for several minutes, then he said,  -�You OK? -�

   I nodded.

   After a few more minutes he said,  -�Um, I still need to get those book
reports.... -�

    -�I'll finish them today. -�

    -�Thanks.  Uh, I'm meeting the guys for some practice.  See ya later.
-�

   He got up and put his cup in the sink and left.

   The next few days not much happened.  I finished Bobby's summer reading
assignments and he pretty much left me alone.  Thursday we started school.
Bobby and me had only a short day though with like ten minute periods for
orientation.  Friday was the first full day of school.

   We didn't have to start wearing uniforms till after Labor Day and we
were allowed to wear walking shorts as long as they came down to our knees,
so not wearing underwear wasn't much of a factor yet.

   Near the end of the day on Friday Karen saw me in the hallway and
offered to give me a ride home from school so after the final bell I went
to meet her in the student parking lot.  Bobby was waiting by her car when
I got there.   -�Karen's gonna come over for awhile, -� he said.

   Mom and dad didn't want anyone over without us asking first but I
figured Bobby was gonna do what he wanted anyway, so I didn't comment. 
When Karen got there, he got in the front seat with her and I had to ride
in the back.  When she was pulling out of the lot Karen said,  -�The coach
said if Bobby gets his grades up, he can play football next year, so I'm
gonna help him study. -�

   Really?  If Bobby wanted help with studying, I was a much better choice
than her.  She wasn't a dummy, but she wasn't a valedictorian candidate
either.  Again I decided any comments would be useless, so I just said, 
-�That's nice. -�

   I kept quiet for the rest of the short ride while Bobby poked at Karen
and she slapped at him, although she was smiling the whole time.  When we
got home they both went up to Bobby's room while I stayed in the living
room and wondered what they were up to.  The other kids stayed in after
care when mom worked with dad, so they wouldn't be home till about 5:30.

   Sometimes mom left me instructions to start something for dinner but she
hadn't said anything today, so I just kind of stayed downstairs and
fidgeted.  Somehow I didn't like the fact that Karen and Bobby were alone
upstairs but I didn't know why.  I kept wondering what they were doing
upstairs but I knew better than to interrupt.

   As it started to get closer to the time for mom and dad to be home I
started to get nervous.  What if Karen was still up there when they got
home?  Just as I was starting up the stairs to try and do something about
it, I heard Bobby's door open and Karen came hurrying down.  She went
straight past me, saying  -�Bye sweetie!  I'll call ya later! -�

   Sweetie?  She never called me anything like that before.  I was still
standing there at the bottom of the stairs when Bobby came down, twirling a
tiny, light red, not-quite-pink piece of cloth on his finger.  He tossed it
at me and I caught it.

   When I saw that it was a pair of panties I started to drop them, but
then I remembered mom and dad would be coming in the door any minute and I
sure didn't want them finding girl's panties on the stairs so I just stared
at them.  Bobby went and looked out the front door as Karen drove away.

    -�There's a girl who knows what she wants, -� he said,  -�And what she
wants, is cock. -�

   I know I told you I'm really smart, but I must be pretty dense sometimes
too, because it wasn't until he said that that I realized what they had
been doing.  Until then I thought they were upstairs concocting some kind
of scheme or something, now I realized they were fucking!  I also realized
that why I didn't like it when they were upstairs alone was because I was
jealous!

    -�You fucked her? -� I yelled.

   Bobby shushed me, pointing out the door where I could see our van
pulling into the drive.

    -�What will mom say about that? -� I continued, only slightly less
loudly than before.

    -�Well, I wasn't planning on telling her about it, were you? -�



   Weekend

   Well I probably wasn't going to tell her either, I guessed.  I stuffed
Karen's panties into my pocket just as the rest of the family was coming in
the front door.  I saw why I didn't have any instructions for dinner.  The
church, which was where the grade school was, had a Friday fish fry and
like last year, my parents brought home take out dinners.

   Jacob was carrying two bags and marched straight into the kitchen while
mom said,  -�Let's all eat while it's still warm, -� so we all sat down to
eat.  Bobby refused to eat fish, so he had mac and cheese while the rest of
us got some kind of generic breaded fish and mac and cheese as a side.

    -�So how was the future valedictorian's first day of school? -� my dad
asked me.

    -�Um, it was fine. -�

    -�Did you get all those honors classes you wanted? -�

    -�Yes mom. -�

    -�Did Bobby behave for you after school? -�

   Bobby?  Behave for me?  I glanced at him while saying,  -�Yes mom. -�

    -�I stayed up in my room till just before you got home so we wouldn't
fight like last year, -� Bobby interjected, his mouth full of half chewed
macaroni.

    -�Don't talk with your mouth full, -� Pauline told him and he stuck his
tongue out at her.

    -�Mom! -�

    -�Alright, that's enough, -� dad said,  -�Just eat, -� so we finished
eating in silence.

   There wasn't much to clean up and mom had evidently assigned that task
to Pauline so I went up to my room after dinner.  I still had Karen's
panties in my pocket so I pulled them out and threw them in my hamper.

   I was a little tired after the first day of school so I decided to lie
down and take a nap.  Now, I used to take naps in my underwear but since I
no longer wore any I decided to change into casual shorts and a t-shirt
instead of the walking shorts and polo I wore to school.  While I was
changing Bobby walked into my room.

    -�Hi sis, -� he said as I quickly yanked the t-shirt down to cover my
breasts.   -�Oh, you don't have to cover up for me. -�

    -�So?  What if mom comes in and finds me half naked with you in here?
-�

    -�I'll tell her you were tutoring me in biology. -�

    -�Funny! -� I said,  -�I thought that's what Karen was doing! -�

    -�Actually, when it comes to biology, I'm probably teaching her more.
-�

    -�Oh, you're the big expert? -�

    -�Compared to you yeah.  In fact, compared to a lot of people.  I
wasn't a virgin like you, Leah.  Haven't been for a long time.  Karen
wasn't either by the way. -�

    -�Thanks!  Thanks for telling me that!  Is that why you came in here?
-�

    -�You need to watch the way you talk to me, Leah.  I might start
talking to mom. -�

    -�I'd tell her about Karen. -�

   He smirked,  -�Who has more to lose, future valedictorian?  Anyway, you
asked why I came in.  I was wondering if you were gonna do that flag waving
stuff again this year. -�

    -�Flag Team?  Yeah, in fact we have practice tomorrow morning, why? -�

    -�Nothing really, except those skirts are pretty short aren't they? -�
He paused to let me think about that.   -�Well, just wondered.  Get a good
night's sleep, Leah.  Mom and dad are taking the others over to grandma's
tomorrow evening so you'll be busy. -�

   Just then my mom did walk in.  Well, she didn't just barge in like Bobby
did.  She knocked first, then barged in without waiting.  At least I had my
clothes on by now.

    -�Oh, -� she said, looking a little surprised to find us together in my
room with the door closed.  She picked up my laundry hamper,  -�I just came
in to get this.  Anything going on? -�

    -�Bobby said we're going to go to Grandma's house tomorrow, -� I said,
hoping to include myself in the  -�We. -�

    -�Well, we are going, -� she said,  -�But Bobby said you were going to
help him with another writing assignment. -�

   Wow.  What happened to his special tutor already?

    -�She is mom.  I'm gonna do some research tonight, then we're gonna
write it tomorrow.  We were just talking about it, -� Bobby told her.

    -�Well, good.  It's so nice to see you two doing things together at
last! -� She smiled and left with my laundry hamper and Karen's panties.

   "Now, remember to be nice to Karen at practice tomorrow," Bobby said
before he left.



   A Good Night's Sleep?

   I didn't even know if there really was another writing assignment but
Bobby had said I was going to be doing a lot of his homework this year so I
didn't doubt it.  I hoped he was doing research if there was any required
so I could get whatever writing necessary done quickly, after all, I had
homework of my own.  I decided to try and get some of that done tonight.

   One of my assignments was very close to the typical  -�What I did on My
Summer Vacation, -� essay, except Mr.  Govan thought he was being original
by telling us to write about  -�Something interesting you did over the
summer. -� Well, I guess I had done some very interesting things but most
of them I couldn't write about for school.

   I got my computer running and while trying to think of something
interesting to write about that didn't involve me being naked, I idly
started an essay titled  -�How I Exposed Myself to the Saint Boniface
Girl's Soccer Team. -� I actually wrote a few sentences but I found the
need to go back and explain how I got myself into such a predicament so I
deleted all that and started what you are reading right now.

   Bobby had told me to get a good night's sleep and that's exactly what I
wanted to do so I shut my computer down and tried to get to bed early. 
Sometimes sleep doesn't cooperate though and I lay awake wondering what I
was going to say to Karen at practice.  I wasn't going to say something
like,  -�So, you're fucking my brother? -� but I doubted I could keep quiet
about what I knew.

   Writing my pretend essay had got me thinking about the whole thing and
now I couldn't stop.  Bobby had left me pretty much alone since Monday
night at the gas station and I hadn't been naked anywhere but my room and
the bathroom since.  I also hadn't cum since then.  I wanted to touch
myself but Bobby had forbidden it so somehow I resisted, lying there trying
to sleep, thinking about Bobby, Karen and me.

   After tossing and turning fitfully, half asleep, I happened to roll over
and open my eyes, staring right at my alarm clock.  It was exactly 3:00am,
the time that so many months ago I had decided was the perfect time to
venture outside naked.  But I couldn't, or could I?  None of Bobby's rules
forbid it.  He had said that I had to be naked when we were alone together,
that I couldn't wear panties, that I had to keep myself shaved and that I
wasn't allowed to touch myself but he never said I wasn't allowed to go
outside by myself.

   As soon as I realized that Bobby hadn't forbidden it, I felt the old
compulsion taking over.  I had to get outside naked again.  Bobby might not
like it if he found out, and it might result in a new rule, number five,
but I needed to do it, and I sat up and threw off the tangled covers.



   Going For a Little Walk

   I climbed out of bed and crept to my door, opening it a crack.  As
expected at 3:00am, the house was quiet.  Leaving the door ajar, I pulled
off my nightgown and tossed it on the chair next to my door.  I opened the
door a bit wider and peered out.  Still quiet.

   I had always sneaked downstairs with clothes on and stripped before
going outside, but that didn't seem exciting enough anymore.  I did bend
down and pick up my shoes, I didn't know why but I guess my brain was
thinking ahead of me.  Naked, I stepped out into the hall and shut my door.


   I stood there for only a moment before starting toward the stairs.  With
practiced ease, I avoided all the squeaky floorboards and started down.  My
heart was beating a mile a minute again, just like the first times I had
done this.  I don't know if I was more afraid of my parents waking up and
catching me, or of Bobby.  Soon I was standing at the side door, naked with
sneakers in hand.

   I opened the door and stepped out, made sure the door wasn't going to
lock behind me, and closed it.  I set my shoes down on the driveway and
stood up, reminding myself that once again, I was outside completely naked.
I slipped my bare feet into my sneakers and stood there enjoying that now
familiar feeling of the night breeze on naked skin.

   I didn't have any kind of plan, but once again it seemed my brain, or my
subconscious, or something was thinking ahead of me and I found myself
walking down the driveway toward the street.  I told myself that  -�A
little walk -� would help me sleep and without hesitating, continued down
the drive to the sidewalk, turning and starting down the walk as casual as
could be.

   I hadn't even checked for traffic or signs of life in the neighbor's
houses.  I did that now, without slowing my walk, still without any kind of
plan or conscious thought of where I was going.  I felt great.  The weather
was perfect, with just enough of a breeze to stimulate my naked skin and
make me aware of being fully naked.  I felt fully alive.  It was then that
I realized where I was headed.  I was walking toward the all night gas
station and the pizza parlor.

   It was Friday too, and not yet 3:30 so the pizza parlor was probably
still open.  For the first time my steps slowed but then I thought,  -�So
what? -� I would just walk down to the corner, stop before I got too close,
then turn around and go back to bed, confident that my little walk would
now enable me to sleep.  I resumed my normal walking pace, down the center
of the sidewalk, just as if it was 3:30 in the afternoon and I was fully
clothed, not 3:30 in the morning and I was totally naked.

   Two cars passed while I was still walking toward the Gas station, one
going in each direction.  The first was going the same way I was and
happened upon me as I was separated from the street by a couple of parked
cars so I don't think he could see me very well if at all.  At any rate, he
didn't slow and neither did I.  The second car came from in front of me and
this time I was in an area where there were no cars, no cover, and well lit
by a streetlight.  I forced myself to keep walking nonchalantly.  Once
again, as I have noted before, it's like people don't pay that much
attention when driving at night to what's outside their cars because he, or
she, just drove right on by.

   Maybe I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a reaction, or maybe
I was just emboldened by it, but when I got near the gas station, instead
of stopping and heading back to home, I continued on, slowly though, and
crept to the fence between the gas station and the first house on the
street.

   The gas station had put up this large wooden privacy fence around two
sides of their property, separating them from the neighboring houses.  The
fence was about five and a half feet high, using me as a yardstick because,
standing on tiptoes, I could just see over it, which is what I did just
now.

   It was hard to tell for sure because there were reflections on the
windows of the kiosk, but it looked like the same girl that had seen me the
other night.  I looked over at the pizza parlor which had one car parked in
front of it.  As I watched, the lights went out inside and a guy came out
and got in the car and drove away.  Could it be 4:00am already?  I didn't
think so, but maybe it was close enough that the pizza parlor closed
anyway. My calves were hurting so I dropped back down on my heels to rest
them and think.

   I didn't have a plan when I started out, but just going back home seemed
too tame.  I took another peek at the girl Shit!  I had to do something. 
Once again my feet started moving without any real plan and I walked around
the fence and started across the gas station pavement toward the kiosk. 
The girl didn't look up until I was almost all the way up to the window.

   I didn't think she could see below my waist but she certainly could see
my breasts, with my now hard little nipples pointing right at her.  She
blinked and said,  -�Um, hello?  Are you OK? -�

    -�Yes, I'm fine, -� I said.   -�I wonder if I could have a bottle of
water?  I didn't bring any money with me, but I could come back tomorrow
and pay you. -�

   She leaned closer to the window, trying to look down.   -�Are you naked?
-� she asked.

    -�Yes. -�

   She put a bottle of water in the transaction drawer but didn't push it
out where I could get it.   -�Is somebody making you do this? -� she asked,
looking around at the fence.

    -�No, I just like being naked, -� I said, but then decided to
elaborate.  -�I've been doing this for a while.  The other night when I ran
past, somebody did tell me to do that, but I'm doing this all on my own
tonight. -�

   She pushed the drawer out and I reached in and took the water.  Just
then there was a flash of headlights and a car whipped around the corner
and started pulling in.  Quickly I ducked down below the level of the
windows, hoping the car wouldn't pull around to this side of the kiosk.  A
few feet away from me a door in the kiosk popped open and the girl leaned
out,  -�Hurry, get in, -� she said and I scrambled inside, keeping down
low.

   She motioned me to a spot under a counter by another transaction window
on the other side of the kiosk just as the driver walked up.   -�Give me
five dollars on pump number six, -� he said and she pushed the drawer out
so he could put in the money.  I squeezed myself under the little counter
while the guy stood there just outside and the girl stood against the
counter on the inside.

   She was wearing shorts and her naked legs were only inches from my face
and I couldn't help but notice how smooth her skin was.  Working nights she
must have had a lot of time to lay out and she was deeply tanned.  I found
myself wondering how such dark skin would look compared to her tan lines.
Then I found myself wondering if she had tan lines at all and found to my
surprise that thinking about it was making me wet.  Squatting there like I
was I could smell my growing arousal and I wondered if she could too.

   She stepped away from the counter and glanced down at me, then back out
the window.  I assumed the guy was now pumping gas and that's what she was
looking at.  She looked back down at me then and looked between my legs as
I squatted there under the counter.   -�Shaved.  Nice! -� she said and
looked back outside, then back at me again.   -�Your pussy looks wet.  Does
it excite you being outside naked? -� Before I could reply she added, 
-�He's finished, it doesn't take long to pump five dollars worth of gas
these days.  Stand up. -�

   I moved out from under the counter and stood up.  She looked me up and
down and asked me to turn around a couple times.   -�Nice, -� she said, 
-�A little skinny maybe, but very cute. -� She got out her cell phone.  
-�To pay me for the water, mind if I take a picture?  I won't publish it or
send it to anybody or anything, just show it to my husband. -�

   I wasn't real happy about it but I figured I did owe her something.  I
posed in one of the ways Bobby taught me and she snapped away, grinning.  
-�I have to get going, -� I said.

    -�Sure, just one more picture, out by the pump there, OK? -�

   She opened the door and I stepped out, posing again by the pump, waving
and smiling.  She took a picture and waved back, blowing me a kiss before
shutting the door again, and watching while I walked away.  Again I tried
to keep a normal pace as I walked back past the fence and started back up
the sidewalk toward home.



   Bobby

   I still wasn't paying much attention to where I was going.  It was
almost as if I wasn't even aware of my nudity.  I was walking straight down
the sidewalk, not looking for lights in the houses, not even looking for
cars going past.  That is I wasn't, until one did pass, coming from behind
me.  Just as it came about even with me, I saw his brake lights flash on.

   The car, a beat up, old, full sized sedan, which had been moving at a
pretty good speed until it passed me, slowed rapidly and pulled into a
driveway a couple of houses in front of me, across the sidewalk, blocking
my path.  It happened that there was a tall hedge next to the driveway he
had pulled into, making getting past even more difficult.  I stopped in my
tracks, frozen like a deer in headlights.  I wanted to run but there wasn't
anyplace near and my feet wouldn't move.

   The driver's door open and out climbed this fat, red faced guy, his
belly hanging over his belt.  He walked toward me.   -�Off duty police
officer, ma'am, -� he said and flipped open his wallet, letting me see a
badge before putting it back into his pocket.   -�Don't move. -� He started
toward me and I stood there, still frozen as he advanced, hitching up his
belt and belatedly tucking in the grimy looking blue shirt he wore.  
-�Now, just what is it that you're up to here tonight, miss? -�

    -�Um, I was just going for a walk, -� I said, but it came out a squeak,
and sounded more like  -�I was just going for a walk? -�

   He pulled a little walkie-talkie like thing off of his belt and said
into it,  -�Two-seven-one, Officer J.  D.  Wilson here, I've detained a
female pedestrian, I may need back-up, I'll let you know. -�

   He stuck the thing back on his belt and said,  -�Now miss, I'm going to
have to ask you to step over to the front of my car, lean over and put your
hands flat on the hood, feet spread wide. -�

   Terrified, and certain that at last I was headed for the psych ward,
juvenile hall or the convent, and not knowing which was worse, I started to
comply.  Before I could take two steps though I saw a flash of movement
behind him.  Suddenly the barrel of a baseball bat was resting on his
shoulder, protruding just enough in front of him so he could see it.

    -�Leave her alone, creep, and get out of here while you still have
intact kneecaps. -�

   It was Bobby's voice, but he managed to make it sound two octaves
deeper.

    -�Sir, you are interfering with a police officer in the line of duty, I
advise you to put the bat down and back away, I've already informed
district headquarters of my whereabouts. -�

   Bobby leaned in and snatched the walkie-talkie thing for the guy's belt
and snorted.   -�This ain't no police radio, jerk, and it doesn't even
work. -� He tossed the thing away and said,  -�Then again I guess you don't
really need a working radio in your line of work, do you creep? -�

   I was astonished and still terrified to hear Bobby talking to a police
officer like this and tried to stop him,  -�Bobby you're only making it
worse... -�

    -�Shut up, -� he cut me off.   -�This isn't any off duty police
officer, It's that fake cop that's been pulling women over on the highway
and raping them.  He isn't even smart enough to use a different name!  Now,
get out of here! -�

   Suddenly I remembered the story.  The guy would pull in behind some
woman driving alone in her car.  He had a stick on blue flashing light and
would pull them over on some lonely section of road, then rape them.  He
had almost gotten me!  I stepped forward and kicked him in the crotch as
hard as I could and he doubled over, making choking noises.

   Bobby started laughing.   -�Get home Amanda, now! -� he said to me, over
emphasizing the  -�Amanda. -�

   The man was still doubled over, retching now.   -�But... -� I started
and Bobby cut me off again.   -�A-man-duh! -� he said,  -�I said you
couldn't do this anymore once we were married, now get home!  NOW! -�

   I started around the car, squeezing past the hedge.  The man was just
managing to straighten up and Bobby gave him a shove toward his car,  -�Get
in.  Drive away, and never come back to this neighborhood! -� As the man
was managing to get into his car, Bobby swung the bat, smashing the left
front headlight.  The car backed out of the drive and took off in a hurry.

   Bobby caught up to me and pulled out a cell phone.  He called 911 and,
disguising his voice, told them all about Officer J.  D.  Wilson, his
description, his direction of travel and the fact that his left front
headlight was out.  He then walked over to the curb and dropped the cell
phone down a catch basin.   -�Just a prepaid phone I use sometimes, -� he
said.   -�Used to use, I guess.  You OK? -�

   It was only then that I started shaking.



   Is He?  Or Isn't He?

   Bobby had almost certainly saved my life and as soon as I realized how
much danger I had really been in I started to shake.  It wasn't just a
tremble, or like shivering, but real, honest to gosh shaking, and it didn't
start little by little and build up, it started all at once, full blown. 
Bobby saw me and took my hands, standing in front of me.   -�Lee!  Lee,
it's over.  He's gone.  You're OK. -�

   I was shaking so bad I could hardly talk but I managed to stammer, 
-�Was it really that rapist? -�

   Bobby nodded.   -�I think so.  He sure wasn't a cop.  That radio was
just a toy , he matched the description, and I'm pretty sure that was a
name he used. -�

   While we spoke, the sound of sirens rose in the distance, relatively
near at first but rapidly fading.   -�Let's hope they've got him, -� Bobby
said,  -�Though I hope he doesn't remember you calling me Bobby.  Don't
want the real cops tracing any story he tells them about a naked girl back
to you. -�

   As the sirens ceased, now far off I realized Bobby was a real hero. 
He'd probably saved my life and he possibly had gotten that man caught by
the police, but only possibly.   -�Robert, sir.  You shouldn't have let him
go.  You should have kept him here to make sure the police got him.  What
if he gets away? -�

    -�I just wanted to get him away from you Lee., and I didn't want to
take a chance of getting you caught. -� At that moment I was overcome with
emotions.  I was feeling fear, but I was also feeling love.  My brother had
saved me and I loved him.  Without thinking, I hugged him, embraced him
really, my still naked body pressed against him as we stood there on the
sidewalk.

   He stiffened up at first.  Like I said we had a long history of sibling
rivalry and the only affection we had ever shown for each other was usually
something forced by my mom, as in,  -�Hug your sister and thank her for the
birthday card, -� so I guess he didn't know how to react to a spontaneous,
genuine hug.  It wasn't long though until he relaxed and hugged me back,
putting his arms around me with his hands on my naked back.  I kissed him,
on the mouth, but a sisterly kind of chaste kiss.

   As I hugged him I could feel how strong he really was, how athletic.  I
was more aware of my nakedness with his hands on my back and it felt good
to be held by him.  I pressed myself against him tighter and I could feel
the bulge in the front of his shorts and I began to feel something stirring
in me, something wanton.  I ground myself against him, rubbing my pussy
against him and kissing him again, but this time the kiss was less than
chaste.

   Bobby was my hero and suddenly I couldn't resist him.  I wanted to
reward him, my body wanted to reward him that is, in the way women have
rewarded their heroes since the dawn of time.  He kissed me back and I felt
the bulge growing, hardening against me as our tongues explored each others
mouths.

   It was Bobby who finally broke the kiss, saying,  -�We better get home
Lee, it's getting late. -�

   Indeed, it was.  The night sky was beginning to show a hint of
lightening to the east and we were several houses away from home.  I
stepped back from him and nodded and he pulled off his t-shirt and handed
it to me.   -�Put this on Lee. -�

   I pulled his t-shirt over my head and tugged down the hem.  Although it
was long enough to cover me, it did so just barely.   -�I'm not giving you
my shorts, C'mon. -� We started toward home with me still pulling down the
hem of the shirt, kind of silly for someone who had just walked up and down
the street naked, I guess.

   Bobby saw what I was doing and grabbed the back hem of the shirt and
pulled it down, covering my butt.  This only caused the front hem to rise
higher but I didn't mind, I liked having his hand where it was.  It didn't
take long until we were home and back at the side door.

   When we got there, I turned toward him and hugged him again this time it
was my hands on his naked torso and I thrilled to feel the muscles under
his skin.  I pressed my breasts against his chest, my nipples hard under
the thin t-shirt.   -�We should go inside Lee, -� he said.

   I didn't want to, yet.   -�Sir?  Could I.....Could you make me cum
first? Like you did last time? -�

   Without a word he turned me around, facing the street again like last
time.  He lifted my arms and pulled his shirt off of me, leaving me naked
again except for my shoes, then put his arms around me from behind again.
He held me like that, his bare chest against my naked back and he
whispered,  -�You are never, ever to go out alone again.  You hear me Lee?
Rule number five. -�

    -�Yes Sir, -� I said and he started touching me, fondling first my
breasts, tugging on the nipples, teasing me till I moaned too loudly and he
shushed me.

    -�Quiet, or do I need to get the gag for you again? -�

   I shock my head from side to side and reminded myself that we were right
below my parent's bedroom window.   -�You've really become quite a little
slut, haven't you Leah? -� he asked me as one hand slid down over my belly
and found my eager pussy and again I felt his remarkably capable fingers
begin working their magic on me.

   I bit my lip to keep from moaning again and he continued to play with my
clit with one hand and my breast with the other.  It was definitely
starting to change from the black of night to the gray of dawn now and he
worked faster, groaning a little himself as he felt me responding.

   I pushed my butt back against him and was rewarded with another small
groan from him as I mashed my butt cheeks against the now considerable
bulge in his shorts.  I reached down and placed my hand on his as he worked
at my clit.  His fingers felt great on me, but I wanted them in me now.  He
grabbed my wrist with his other hand and held me still as his fingers slid
down alongside my clit and then I was cumming and he was whispering in my
ear,  -�Whillikers! -�



   Practice

   Bobby didn't offer me his shirt back so I had to sneak back up to my
room naked.  By this time it was already almost daylight outside and I was
really careful not to make any noise as I crept back up the stairs.  I had
to get up early for practice and I really hadn't had any sleep so I set my
alarm for fifteen minutes later than I had planned, figuring every minute
might count and laid down.

   Despite the events of the night, this time I didn't have any trouble
falling asleep and before I knew it, my alarm was going off.  I dragged
myself out of bed and got ready for practice.  While I was still getting
ready my mom came in with my clean laundry, folded and stacked in a basket.
On the very top were Karen's skimpy little panties.

    -�Funny, -� my mom said.   -�Except for this one pair, there weren't
and panties in your hamper, and I've never seen these before. -�

    -�Um, I bought them when I went shopping with Bobby that time and I
threw out some of my old ones because the elastic was all stretched out. -�
Shit!  I was gonna have to remember to put panties in my hamper even when I
wasn't wearing any!  I don't know why, but I grabbed the panties and
stuffed them in my bag and went downstairs.

   The fifteen minutes extra sleep had left me short on time for breakfast
and I had a couple of cookies and a cup of instant coffee, made with tap
water the hottest I could run.  I grabbed my bag of stuff, mostly water,
some sunscreen and a towel, along with Karen's panties, and set off,
walking toward school.

   About half way there, a car pulled next to me and there was a honk.  It
was Karen.  I couldn't think of any plausible reason to refuse a ride, so I
climbed in with her.   -�Didja hear the news? -� she asked.   -�There was a
big accident by the interstate last night.  The entrance ramp is still
closed. -�

    -�What happened? -�

    -�The police were chasin' some guy and his car went off the ramp and
landed in a pond. -�

    -�What??? -�

    -�I just said, some guy the police were after flipped over the
guardrail and landed in a pond.  They're still tryin' to get the car out, I
heard. -�

   Wow.  Could it be  -�Officer -� Wilson?   -�Is the guy dead? -� I asked.


   Karen nodded,  -�I think so.  When I saw on the news this morning, there
was a van that said 'Coroner' on it.  The coroner handles dead people,
don't they? -�

   This time I said  -�Wow! -� aloud and sat back in my seat.

   We pulled into the lot and Karen drove down to the far end, by the
football practice field where the flag team was getting ready for practice.
When we parked I got my bag.  I don't know if it was lack of sleep or if I
was upset about the news Karen told me, but without really thinking I
pulled out the panties and handed them to Karen, saying,  -�Here, my mom
washed them last night. -�

   When I saw her staring at them I realized my mistake.  She'd left the
panties with Bobby, not me.  She looked at them a few seconds, then put
them in her purse,  -�Uh, OK, thanks. -�

   Practice was, well, practice.  The new girls were separated out and
started on basic drills while we experienced girls worked on the routines
we were doing last spring.  We'd only have one more practice before next
Saturday's game so the coach was trying to get everything down today. 
Unfortunately one girl, me, did not cooperate.

   Again, it probably was the lack of sleep or my other distractions, but
twice I missed turning at the proper time and the coach made us do the
whole routine over both times, causing practice to run over.  When we were
through, we girls returning from last year were issued our new uniforms for
which we had been measured a couple weeks ago.

   I told Karen that I could walk home and she didn't need to give me a
ride but she said,  -�I'm going to your house anyway, Bobby asked me to
come over and help him study again. -�



   Practice

   Practice was, well, practice.  The new girls were separated out and
started on basic drills while we experienced girls worked on the routines
we were doing last spring.  We'd only have one more practice before next
Saturday's game so the coach was trying to get everything down today. 
Unfortunately one girl, me, did not cooperate.

   Again, it probably was the lack of sleep or my other distractions, but
twice I missed turning at the proper time and the coach made us do the
whole routine over both times, causing practice to run over.  When we were
through, we girls returning from last year were issued our new uniforms for
which we had been measured a couple weeks ago.

   I told Karen that I could walk home and she didn't need to give me a
ride but she said, "I'm going to your house anyway, Bobby asked me to come
over and help him study again."



   A Lot to Think About

   Again I didn't really want to ride with her but I couldn't think of any
excuse not to so I got in her car and we headed for my house.

    -�What was the matter with you this morning? -� asked Karen,  -�It's
not like you to make all those mistakes. -�

    -�I dunno, -� I shrugged.   -�I guess I'm just tired.  I didn't get
much sleep last night and I have a lot to think about. -�

    -�A lot to think about?  Like what? -�

    -�I dunno. -�

    -�Come on, Leah! -� she said,  -�What do you mean you don't know? -�

    -�Alright, -� I said and blurted out,  -�How come you keep coming over
to see Rob...um, Bobby?  He's almost two years younger than you.  I don't
even know why you went out with him the first time! -�

    -�I told you I thought he was cute, -� she said, then added after a
while,  -�I guess maybe you wouldn't have heard the rumors. -�

    -�What 'rumors' would that be? -�

    -�That your little brother has the biggest dick in school. -�

   The biggest dick?   -�He's got the biggest...penis? -�

    -�Yeah, penis!  Dick, cock whatever!  I guess maybe nobody ever
mentioned it to you, but I heard about it from some of the freshman girls
last year.  When you said he wanted to go out with me I figured it was a
rumor worth checking out! -�

   I didn't know what to say other than to ask,  -�Does he? -�

   She turned and looked at me for a moment, then looked back at the road.
-�I haven't seen every dick in school, but of the ones I've seen, yeah. 
It's the biggest, and he can use it too. -� She looked at me again to see
how I took that, then said,  -�And it's right there in your house. -�

   The ride from school to our house was a short one and soon we were
pulling up in front of the house.  Our van was still there so mom and dad
hadn't left for grandma's with the other kids yet.  When we stopped I
pulled the door handle but Karen hit the lock button and it wouldn't open.
-�One more thing, -� she said,  -�How did you get my panties? -�

    -�Um, Bobby gave them to me? -� I ventured.

    -�He did huh?  Of course he did.  And your mom washed them?  How did
that happen? -�

   "They were in my laundry hamper, she thought they were mine."

   Karen opened her door and we got out and headed up the walk just as mom
and the kids came out, dad behind them.

   Mom looked a little surprised to see Karen but she said,  -�Hi Karen. 
How have you been?  How's the flag team? -�

    -�It's looking good!  Once we all get the routines down right, it'll be
great! -�

    -�Well, that's good.  Are you going to be staying long?  Leah has some
homework she has to do. -�

    -�No ma'am, we just need to have a little talk about a few things. -�

    -�OK, have a nice time then, -� mom said, then turned to me,  -�We
won't be home until late, Grandma is making paprikash and wants us to stay
for supper. -�

    -�Paprikash!  Mom!  Why can't I go?  You know I love her paprikash! -�

    -�Don't worry, We'll bring you some.  Don't forget you have to help
Bobby with that assignment. -�

    -�Yes mom, -� I said like the good little girl I used to be.

   They all got into the car and drove off, leaving me and Karen half way
up the walk.   -�I have to talk to Bobby about some things, -� Karen said,
and marched right into the house, leaving me to follow.

   Bobby was sitting on the couch, remote in hand, flipping through
channels.  He looked even more surprised than mom had to see Karen but
managed to smile.  He looked past her at me and asked  -�Did you see the
news?  About the car crash? -�

   Before I could answer, Karen said,  -�Yes we did. -� She went to Bobby
and took the remote from him, then grabbed his hand.   -�C'mon.  We have
some things to discuss, -� handed me the remote, and led him up the stairs.

   I sat down on the couch and looked at the videos of the car being pulled
from the pond.  It sure looked like the same car as last night, you could
even see the smashed headlight.  I turned up the volume and heard the
reporter saying that the occupant of the car had drowned but from evidence
from an anonymous tipster and evidence found in the car, the police were
saying that the man was the  -�counterfeit cop -� rapist.

   I switched the TV off.  I didn't want to know any more about J.  D. 
Wilson.  I got up and went into the kitchen and made myself a decent
breakfast and some coffee and wondered how Bobby and Karen's 'discussion'
was going.  I guess I should have been glad.  At least it left less time
for whatever he had planned for me, but somehow I couldn't stop the jealous
feeling.  I wanted Bobby to pay attention to me, even though I was afraid
of what he might make me do, somehow I wanted him to do those things to me.
Did I want him doing to me what I knew he was doing to Karen?  He had said
I would beg him to fuck me.  Did I want that?

   I don't know exactly how long they were up there but I had time to eat
my breakfast and take my coffee back to the living room before Karen came
down.  She sat down across from me and looked at me with this odd grin.  
-�So, -� I asked nervously,  -�How did the uh, the talk go? -�

   She leaned toward me and I thought her face was gonna crack she was
grinning so much now.   -�Oh!  It was just the best talk ever!  Bobby
explained so much!  I wish I could stay awhile but I have an appointment
for my hair. -� She got up and hugged me.   -�You really have a side to you
no one would suspect.  This is gonna be the best school year ever! -� She
kissed me on the cheek and seemed to want to say, or do, something else but
then she just said,  -�See you sweetie! -� and rushed out.

   'Sweetie' again?  What kind of talk did she and Bobby have?

   Bobby came downstairs as soon as Karen left.

   "So what did you and Karen talk about?"

   "Oh, all kinds of things."

   "Like what Bob..  uh, Sir?"

   "Everything, Lee.  I told her all about your little hobby and our new
rrangement."

   Oh my God!  I was dead!

   Bobby saw the look on my face and said, "Don't worry, Lee.  She's not
gonna tell anybody.  She liked it."

   I just stared at him so he said, "She liked it a lot.  I showed her some
of the pictures."

   "Bobby!"

   "It turned her on Lee.  It really got her hot.  She um, got real
excited, if you know what I mean.  Real excited."

   Great!  Looking at naked pictures of me got my friend so excited she
practically raped my little brother!

   "She's coming back this afternoon, Lee.  Sarah's coming over now and
we're gonna throw a football around a bit.  Why don't you get some rest?"



   Sarah

   Sure enough, there was a knock at the side door and I figured it was
Sarah.  Bobby went to answer it and I went upstairs to try and catch up on
sleep if that was possible.  It was kind of stuffy and I went to open my
window a bit.  I could see Sarah and Bobby by the garage and they glanced
up at my window, then Sarah said something and Bobby started running and
she lobbed the ball at him.  I went and laid down and tried to sleep.

   I didn't think I'd be able to sleep with all that was running through my
head, but I was so exhausted that I did manage to doze off.  When I woke up
it was cooler so I got up to close my window.  I looked out but I no longer
saw Bobby or Sarah, I figured they had gone to the playground or something.
I did see something that annoyed me.  Our garage had a side door and
somehow it was warped so that if you didn't close it carefully, it wouldn't
latch and would pop open.  My dad was always after us to make sure it was
closed properly and right now I could see it was open.  I headed downstairs
and into the back yard to close it.

   I hadn't bothered to put on shoes and we had a gravel walkway leading
alongside the garage.  The gravel was sorta sharp and hurt my feet so I was
walking slowly and carefully as I got near the partially open door.  We had
a picnic table that my dad insisted on storing in the garage and, as I
reached out to close the door, I could see the picnic table.  It wasn't the
table that caught my eye though, but what was on it.

   Sarah was lying on the table, naked from the waist down, though she
still had on her Skechers.  Her butt was right at the edge of the table,
and Bobby, his shorts pulled down, was standing there, fucking her.  They
were sideways to me, and were sorta pre-occupied with each other, so
neither had me in direct line of sight or seemed to notice me.  Bobby had
her legs on his shoulders and I could see his cock, shiny with her juices,
as he pumped it in and out of her.  My God!  It did look big.  I could see
it clearly as he slid it in and out of her pussy.  I couldn't tell for
sure, but she looked to be shaved smooth like I was, and I remembered Bobby
saying that's the way he liked all his girls.

   I had seen Bobby's cock before, but not since we were little and it was
little, and it sure looked bigger now, shockingly big.  It looked too big
to me to be something I'd want inside me, but Sarah seemed to be enjoying
it.  As I watched, frozen in place by the spectacle, she took her legs off
his shoulders and wrapped them around him, Skechers digging into his butt
as she pulled him closer and ground her pelvis against him, moaning.

   "Jeezus Sarah!" Bobby said, grabbing her thighs and slamming his hips
into her, then holding still while I watched the muscles of his buttocks
and thighs flexing and I knew he was cumming in her.  They were cumming
together.  Quickly I dropped my hand from the doorknob and, as quietly as I
could on the gravel, retreated into the house.



   Karen Again

   I didn't know what to do or think.  Bobby had had sex with two different
girls today, one in our house and one in the garage.  I knew I shouldn't
feel jealous, after all, he was my brother not my boyfriend but I felt
something.  Something that made me want him to pay more attention to me. 
To treat me like his girl.  Did I actually want him to fuck me?  Well,
evidently Sarah was done for the day because soon Bobby was inside.

   I had gone up to my room and pretended to sleep until Bobby came
upstairs to wake me up.  I guess he could tell something was wrong because
he didn't even mention that I was still wearing clothes.  Instead, he
asked, "What's the matter Leah?  Is it Karen?"

   I shook my head.

   "Last night?  He's dead Lee.  He won't hurt anybody anymore."

   I decided I had to confront him, even if he turned me in to mom.  I
turned and glared at him.

   "What Lee?"

   "What were you and Sarah doing just now?" I asked.

   "Working on some pass patterns in the backyard."

   "Not in the garage?"

   "Were you snooping around Leah?"

   "I went out to close the garage door."

   "Ah," he said.  "Sarah said she saw somebody but I told her you were up
here...."

   He tried to go on but I broke in, "This time I am gonna tell mom!"

   "About Sarah?" He laughed.  "She already knows Lee.  She caught us a
long time ago.  All she said was, 'I know you're not going to stop, so just
don't get her pregnant.' That's when she started buying me condoms."

   "Mom buys you condoms?!!!!" I shouted.

   Bobby glanced at my window.  "Yeah," he said.  "I don't need 'em for
Sarah, she hates them.  She's on the pill.  Karen is too, but I still let
mom buy me a pack now and then.  Never know when you're gonna need one.  I
have plenty of them Lee.  Just in case."

   I knew what he was talking about but I wanted to make him say it so I
asked, "Just in case of what?"

   "Just in case you ever need one Lee.  All you have to do is ask."

   "Great!  That's good to know."

   "Anyhow Lee.  We're alone.  Get naked."

   Almost defiantly, I stripped off my clothes, t-shirt and shorts don't
take long to remove, and put my hands on my hips.  "There!  Is this what
you want?"

   "It's what you want, Lee.  You're the one who's the exhibitionist."

   "You made me!"

   "I did not.  You were running around naked outside for months before I
even found out about it, then months more afterwards before that night in
the driveway.  Did I make you go out last night?"

   "No," I admitted.

   "Where did you go anyway?  You were almost home when I found you."

   "Down to the gas station."

   "Oh?  Did anyone see you?"

   "Yes sir.  The attendant saw me."

   "How did that happen?"

   "I asked her for some water."

   "So, you went up to the window naked?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "You see, Lee?" he said.  "That's more than I ever had you do.  I'm not
making you do these things as much as you are making yourself do them."

   Just then the doorbell rang.

   "That's Karen," Bobby said, "aren't you going to answer it?"

   "I'm naked."

   "Yes, I know." He waited but I didn't move.  "Lee?  What are you waiting
for Lee?"

   "What if I tell Karen?"

   "Tell Karen what?  About Sarah?  She already knows about Sarah and me.
Who do you think told her about my, 'gifts?'"

   I still didn't move and the doorbell rang again.

   "C'mon Leah.  You're just wasting time.  Like it or not, Karen's gonna
spend the afternoon with us." He took my hand and led me, sullen but
unresisting, down to the front door.  " What's the matter Leah?  I thought
Karen was your friend, don't you want to see her?"

   It wasn't so much me not wanting to see Karen as me not wanting her to
see me naked, but that wasn't really it either.  I didn't want Karen to see
Bobby and Bobby picked up on it.  He looked into my eyes and I couldn't
hide it.

   "You're jealous, aren't you?"

   I shook my head.

   "Yes, you are.  You know I'm fucking her and Sarah and you want me to be
fucking you." I shook my head again.  "It's OK, Leah.  I've wanted to fuck
you for years.  Remember that night in the driveway?  You do have a perfect
little body, Lee.  You're the hottest girl in school in my book.  I never
thought I had a chance until I saw you sneaking out that one night.  You
feel it too, I can tell.  All you have to do is ask Leah, now open the door
for Karen."



   Karen and Me

   I went to the door and opened it, standing behind the door so I couldn't
be seen from the street.  Karen leaned in and peeked around the door. 
"Wow!" she said, "You really are naked."

   "Come on in, Karen," said Bobby from behind me.  "Did you think about
what we talked about?"

   Without taking her eyes off of me, Karen stepped through the door and
into our living room.  "Yes Sir and I want to do it."

   "You read those web pages I told you about?  You understand what it
means?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "So you want to be my sub?  Like Leah is?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "Then ask, like a sub should."

   She turned to him, "Please Sir, May I be your sub?"

   "Take off your clothes."

   With another glance at me, she started disrobing.  She was wearing
underwear but I wondered how long that would last.  Like I said, her
breasts were bigger than mine so going without a bra would be more obvious.
Soon there were two naked girls in our living room.  Bobby stepped forward
and looked at her, walking around her.  He stopped in front of her again,
and much like he had done with me, reached out and tugged gently at her
blond pubic hair, then ran his fingers through it.

   "I was gonna say shave this off," Bobby said, looking at my smooth pubic
area, "But I kind of like the contrast.  I'll be able to tell you apart in
the dark.  We'll just keep it well trimmed."

   Just then the phone rang.  Bobby checked the caller ID.  "It's
Grandma's," he said, "Probably mom.  She'll expect you to answer it, Lee,
just be careful what you say.  In fact, put it on speaker."

   Well, it was mom, and the news wasn't good from my point of view, though
Bobby seemed pretty gleeful.  They had had a tire go flat right in
Grandma's driveway.  Dad had put on the spare, but the tire store said they
wouldn't be able to get the right sized tire till tomorrow and mom refused
to drive home on that little donut spare they had, so they were all staying
at Grandma's overnight.  Mom promised to still bring me some chicken
paprikash, told me to 'be good,' and to watch Bobby.

   I hung up the phone in shock.  Bobby was literally rubbing his hands
together happily.  He would now have the rest of the afternoon, all night
and, since the tire store didn't even open until 1pm on Sunday, most of
tomorrow to do whatever he wanted with me.  The first thing he did was tell
Karen to call her house and ask her mom if she could stay over with me
since our parents were stuck out of town.  She did that and then Bobby
wanted to order a pizza, but Karen said she had a better idea but she would
need to go to the store.  Bobby wasn't going to let her, but she whispered
something to him and he approved.

   Karen put her clothes back on (including underwear) and went out.  When
she was gone, Bobby went up to his room and came back down with two little
packets that I knew from health class were condoms.  He put them on the end
table next to the couch where I could see them.  Karen was on the pill he
had said, so I knew these were implied for me.  I don't know for sure what
kind of effect he was trying to achieve on me, but it was working.  Seeing
the two little packets, (two?) and knowing what he wanted to do with them
got me wet.

   He startled me by saying, "I want you to go upstairs Lee.  I'm sure
you're still tired and I have big plans for tonight.  Try and get some
sleep.  Don't come down till I call you for dinner."



   Dream

   This time I readily fell asleep, though I had a dream.

   In my dream I was shopping with my mom.  I was naked and quite aware of
it, though mom and other people in the dream didn't seem to notice.  We
were in a grocery store but we were in an aisle where they sold condoms. 
To my embarrassment, my mom kept picking up condoms and asking me loudly
which kind I liked.  When I didn't answer, she proceeded to tell me and
everyone in earshot, what kind Bobby liked, what kind Sarah liked, (I guess
she hadn't heard about Sarah's disdain for them at all) and even what kind
Karen liked.

   Eventually we made it up to the register, where it seemed like every kid
in our school was standing in line waiting to buy something.  Mom threw
down a dozen or so different varieties of condom, explaining, again loudly
to the clerk, that it was my 'first time,' and that I hadn't been able to
decide.  The clerk rang them all up and handed each box to me.  Why bother
with a bag in a dream?

   When we were through the line, there was Karen.  She too was naked, with
that golden thatch on display, Karen said we had to hurry, because it was
time for flag practice.  Mom just kind of faded out of the dream at that
point and we were on the practice field, naked, but flags in hand, marching
out our routines.  I kept making mistakes again, and the coach kept yelling
at me, saying that maybe if I wore clothes I could think straight, though
Karen didn't seem to have any problem.

   Suddenly all the kids who previously didn't seem to notice, were all
laughing and pointing at me about being naked.  I ran off the field and all
the way home.  When I got there, Bobby was waiting for me.

   "Mom bought these for you," he said, handing me a condom.  "Ready?"

   He laid me down on the grass on somehow the condom was on him and he was
sticking his cock in me.  I didn't know what it was supposed to be like, it
just felt kind of squishy in the dream.  There were people around, but
nameless, faceless people.  Dream Bobby fucked me steadily till he said,
"Willikers!" and I came, in my dream, in my sleep, waking up moaning, my
pussy wet, just as I heard Bobby calling me to come down for dinner,

   I got up and had to stop in the bathroom before going downstairs.  Karen
was in the kitchen, naked.  She lifted the lid off my mom's dutch oven and
said, "Surprise!  Paprikash!"



   Paprikash

   Karen explained that she knew how to make Paprikash and asked Bobby if
she could make it for me since I was missing my Grandma's

   My grandma makes the worlds best chicken paprikash so, while I
appreciated the thought, I wasn't really enthused about eating Karen's but
it turned out to be pretty good.  The gravy was a little thin maybe, and
Karen served it over store-bought noodles instead of the home-made
spaetzles my grandma made, but it still was pretty good and I had two
helpings.  I was still feeling the after effects of my dream, the afterglow
of my dream orgasm, and felt even better after the meal and then to top it
off, Bobby even pitched in to help clean up.

   After dinner, Bobby took us, both still naked, into the living room and
had us sit together on the couch.  He told me that while I was asleep he
had had Karen call her mother and tell her how our parents weren't going to
make it home tonight and she was going to spend the night with us.  He also
said that since there was still some daylight left outside, he wanted to
take some more pictures.  Karen was gleeful.

   Bobby allowed us both to dress, me in just shorts and a tank top, but
Karen in a sundress he made me lend her.  She was allowed underwear and we
both wore socks and sneakers.  Since Karen was taller than me, the dress
was way too short on her but I figured with Bobby that probably didn't make
much difference.  Since we had Karen's car, she drove, with me sitting in
the back seat.  As soon as we were headed down the street, Bobby turned
around and told me to strip.  Karen tried to turn around and look, but
Bobby told her to concentrate on the road.

   "Shoes, Sir?" I asked after the short work of removing the two articles
of clothing I had been wearing.

   "Um, keep them on for now."

   Bobby directed Karen to drive down to 'my' gas station, saying we needed
to buy her some gas to pay for the use of her car.  When we got there he
expressed disappointment.

   "I guess your girlfriend is off tonight, or maybe it's just too early
for her shift.  I was gonna have you pump the gas, but I guess Karen will
have to do it."

   He dug into his pocket and gave her a ten dollar bill.  "Here, buy ten
dollars worth, then come back and pump it.  But first, take off your
panties."

   "Huh?" Karen asked, "But Bobby I..."

   "What?" he asked.

   "I can't go out there without underwear."

   "You will do what I tell you.  I thought you said you want to do this
and now you're questioning me and you will not call me Bobby."

   Karen looked contrite.  "Sorry Sir." She pulled her panties down and
off, then stepped out of the car.  She kept one hand on her skirt, trying
to hold it down.  She paid at the kiosk, then returned to the pump.  It
took both hands to operate the pump and a gust of wind got a hold of her
skirt and I could clearly see her butt for a moment.  Nobody around seemed
to notice and as soon as she had the pump started she had a free hand for
her skirt again.

   We drove down to the park.  Bobby had Karen park where we had had our
recent family picnic.  There was nobody to be seen so Bobby got out of the
car and told me and Karen to do the same.  It was still light, but the
light was fading so Bobby seemed in a hurry.  He had his camera out and
began snapping pictures of me.  By this time I had learned what he wanted
and began automatically striking poses I knew he would like.  after a few
shots though he told Karen to "Go over there and get in the pictures."

   Karen turned white as a sheet, but began to lift the sundress over her
head.

   "No.  No," Bobby said.  "Keep the dress on."

   He posed us together and took a few normal pictures, if you can call
pictures of a naked girl normal.  Very soon though, he said, "Now kiss
her."

   I don't know which of us he was speaking to, but before I could figure
it out, Karen had turned to me and planted her lips on mine.  I tried to
push her away but Bobby said, "Yeah Leah!  Show some fight."

   I was still trying to get away from her when the wind picked up and she
let go with one hand to push her skirt down again.  "Yeah, that was cute!"
Bobby yelled.

   She was still kissing me and after the initial shock it was starting to
feel good.  Her lips were so incredibly soft and warm and she kissed so
tender.  Once again the exhibitionist in me took control and I wanted more.
I started kissing back.  A naked girl in the park, this time with a
girlfriend.

   "Pull the dress up in back Leah, and put your hand on her butt."

   I did, pulling her closer, and kissing her hard, wondering if anyone was
near enough to see.  She melted into me and I could feel the hardness of
her nipples through the thin sundress.  What was I doing?  I didn't know. I
had the dress half way up already and I just kept tugging on it.  Karen
backed away from me a little and I worked the dress up and over her head,
leaving the both of us naked.

   Bobby was saying something but I couldn't hear it.  Once I had her dress
off, Karen sank slowly to her knees, briefly kissing my nipples on the way
down.  Then I felt her breath on my cunny.  She pressed her nose to my
slit, inhaling.  Then I felt her tongue on me, the first tongue to taste my
cunny, which was responding with more and more for her to taste.  We both
groaned and she pulled me down to the grass.  I was naked in a public park,
essentially having sex with another girl!

   Karen laid me on the grass and spread my legs, putting them over her
shoulders.  She fastened her mouth to my cunny and attacked it!  Bobby had
stopped whatever he had been trying to say and I saw him circling around
us, camera pointed at us all the while.  Karen sucked my cunny like a
vacuum cleaner, her tongue busy against my clit, alternately dipping into
the opening of my vagina, insatiable.  A huge orgasm ripped through me, my
cunny seemed to be trying to turn itself inside out, to engulf Karen's lips
and tongue.  I screamed when I came, the noise echoing through the park.

   Bobby was galvanized by the scream, pulling us apart and up off the
ground.  He grabbed the dress and pushed us to the car, telling Karen "Just
drive."

   I think we may have been almost too much for him.

   "Where?" Karen asked.

   "Home.  Our house."

   The drive took several minutes, but seemed like an hour, during which
Bobby kept trying to look at the viewfinder on his camera.  Karen drove in
silence while I scrunched down in the back seat and fingered my pussy. 
Bobby had given me a couple of great orgasms with his fingers, but I'll
tell you fingers are nothing like a tongue on your clit!

   When we got to the house Bobby told Karen to pull into the drive and
park between the houses.  It was full dark now and he didn't let us get
dressed, just ushered us naked through the side door.  Karen still hadn't
said anything and I don't think she liked being interrupted right after
making me cum.  Bobby rushed upstairs and Karen looked at me.

   "That was amazing," I told her.

   "You taste unbelievable."

   Bobby returned with as many pillows and blankets as he could carry.  He
tossed the pillows on the living room floor and spread the blankets out,
layering them to make a sort of mattress.  Bobby kicked off his shoes, then
pulled off his shirt and shorts, pulling off his underwear along with the
shorts.  For the first time I had a close up view of his naked penis.

   It seemed enormous.  It was bobbing up and down, sort of twitching and I
realized the twitching was in time with his heartbeat.  Wow.  I stared at
it, fascinated.

   "Touch it," he said and I reached out, tentatively wrapping my fingers
around it.  I was amazed that it could be so hard, yet so soft at the same
time.

   "Rub it."

   I stroked my hand up and down my brother's penis for a few minutes
before he took my hand off of it and led me onto his makeshift bed.  He
motioned to Karen and she joined us on the blankets.  Bobby had me lay down
in the middle of the blankets and he laid on one side of me with Karen on
the other.  They leaned toward each other and kissed before Bobby rolled on
top of me and began kissing his way down my stomach, over my belly, past
where I used to keep my pubic hair, until his tongue began licking gently
along my slit.

   I squirmed under his tongue and could feel him work his body down as
well, insinuating it between my legs, spreading them widely.  His tongue
began working skillfully at my virgin pussy and the feelings were totally
irresistible.  He was every bit as good with his mouth as he was with his
fingers.  I was melting.  As he worked at me with his tongue, I began to
feel my hips lift and move almost as if of their own volition, thrusting my
pussy up at his mouth.  My legs opened wider, I had never been more
aroused, even when masturbating or being masturbated in the driveway.  Not
even when Karen made me cum in the park.

   I have to admit, I was ready for him to take my virginity.  I wanted it.
Bobby continued to suck on my pussy while Karen joined in, kissing me with
her mouth still tasting and smelling of pussy, my pussy.  I tried to hold
it off, but soon I felt another orgasm approaching.  And when it came, it
was incredible!  I heard myself cry out and I was vaguely aware that I had
wrapped my fingers in Bobby's hair and was holding his face tight to my
body.  Once that wave of pleasure washed over me I released my grip on his
hair and he looked up and smiled at me.  Then he started kissing his way
back up my stomach until he was over my face and kissing my lips.  Now I
could smell myself on him as well as Karen.  The smell was intoxicating.

   Next Bobby sat up next to me, his cock pointing at the ceiling.  He
pointed at the end table where the two packets of condoms still lay.  "Get
one," he said to Karen.  "Put it on me so she can see."

   I started to tremble as I knew it was going to happen and I wasn't going
to try to stop it.  I watched as Karen placed the condom on his cock,
rolling it down til she reached the base.  She grinned at me.

   Bobby got over me on his hands and knees and I could see his cock, hard
up against his flat hard stomach, He lowered himself until I felt his cock
pressed against my stomach and throbbing, the twin lumps of his balls on my
swollen cunny lips sending little shocks through me.  He stared down at me
until I looked up at him to see what he was waiting for.  He said, "Put it
in, Leah.  Take my cock in your hand and put the head of it in into your
pussy."

   Without hesitation I reached down and put my hand around his cock.  I
felt the heat almost burning my hand even through the condom as I guided
him to me and lined him up with my virgin hole.  I felt him push into me,
slowly.  Just a little at first.  I felt my cunny lips being spread and
stretched open by his large cock.  He started to move just a couple of
inches of his cock in and out of me, slowly, teasing me with it.  I
groaned, wanting him to stop teasing and fuck me already.

   He continued with that slow in and out motion, invading only the first
couple of inches of my body with his hard cock, stopping each time, just
short of my hymen.  I was going crazy.  I wondered how he could stand it. I
remembered him saying he wouldn't fuck me until I begged him and I wondered
if that's what he was waiting for.  For me to beg.

   Finally I could stand the maddening teasing no more and I screamed at
him, "Goddamn it Bobby!  Fuck me!"

   And he did it.  He dropped down on top of me, his entire weight behind
his cock, and he tore into me.  My hymen was shredded, my virginity gone. I
screamed again, and he stopped, his cock buried deeply in me.  It didn't
hurt exactly, but stung like mad.  It felt like an enormous hornet had
stung me right between my cunny lips.  I screamed yet again and tried to
buck him off of me but he was way too heavy.

   Karen said, "Hush.  Hush.  Just hold still.  It will stop hurting." She
continued to try and soothe me and I managed to hold still.  I had my arms
wrapped around Bobby's shoulders, holding him tight and shivering as the
waves of pain slowly diminished.

   Bobby kissed me gently, but I could taste the urgency in him.  He waited
a moment more, watching my eyes, and then he moved again, slowly,
tentatively, as he judged my reaction.  It still hurt at first, but it was
sort of a good hurt.  I could feel my inner muscles trying to get used to
being stretched.  I was still aroused and needed him to fuck me.  The pain
slowly lessened and now I felt the pleasure of being a woman.  Of being
filled by, and fucked by, a man's cock.

   I started to move beneath him, pushing myself up to meet his thrusts.  I
started whispering, "Yeah!  Oh yeah!  Fuck me Bobby!  Fuck Meeeeeeee!"

   Soon I felt myself approaching orgasm, Then it hit me!  I had my first
ever orgasm from fucking and it was followed by one after another, a long
string of cumming before Bobby finally came.  I don't know if he had
tremendous staying power or if maybe he had just cum so many times already
that day that he could last so long.  I was still cumming when I finally
felt him push deeper into me.  I could feel his cock swelling inside me. 
Then he let out a strangled cry and I could feel the spasms of his cock
cumming inside me.

   I loved feeling his cock twitching in me as he came.  I loved feeling
his weight on me as he lay there, breathing hard.  I hated feeling his cock
slip from me when he finally moved off of me.  He looked at me and I
nodded, to let him know I was OK and he smiled at me.  "You OK?" he asked.

   "Can we do it again?" was all I could say, and we did, many, many more
times.  But those times will be another story.



   Leah's Naked Adventures - Part Seven

   Breakfast in the Living Room

   The night that circumstances, a flat tire, along with a damaged wheel
rim on a Saturday evening when no tire stores or service stations were able
to fix it, forced our parents and younger siblings to stay overnight at my
Grandma's, leaving Bobby and me home alone, we finally did the deed.  That
is, we had sex.  Yes.  My brother fucked me.  Our friend Karen was there,
having just eaten me out in the park while Bobby filmed it.  Then we had
driven home and we did it.

   Weeks earlier Bobby had told me that if we ever had sex, well, he said,
"I may fuck you, but if I do you're gonna want it more than me.  In fact,
you're going to beg me to fuck you." And I had, the weeks of sexual tension
that had begun the night Bobby confronted me about my exhibitionism and
then showed me all the pictures he had to prove it, had finally culminated
with me doing just that, begging him to fuck me.  Initially Bobby had used
those pictures to blackmail me, forcing me to be even more daring than I
ever had been on my own.  I soon realized though, that he was only making
me do the kinds of things I wanted to do anyway.

   After I gave my virginity to Bobby, the three of us all fell asleep on
the blankets on the living room floor.  Karen woke me up while it was still
dark, took me upstairs and put me in a bath then went downstairs and made
me some breakfast.  She came back up, dried me off, then took me back
downstairs and fed me while we huddled naked under some of the blankets
Bobby had spread on the living room floor.  When I was finished eating, she
took my plate and utensils and put them on the coffee table while we
finished our coffee, which was all she was having.

   "How was it?" she asked.

   "It was good, but I usually don't eat that much in the morning."

   She smiled at me softly.  "No silly, last night.  It sure looked as if
you liked it."

   I think I blushed.  "Oh God, Karen!"

   "That was the hottest thing I ever saw!  I wish I had a brother!"

   I know I blushed then.  Karen took our coffee cups and put them on the
table.  "How are you feeling now?"

   "Good."

   "Hmm.  No regrets?"

   I thought about it for a bit.  I had always planned on being a virgin
bride, at least when I thought about being a bride at all, but overall I
was glad that I had had Bobby as my first.  I shook my head.

   "Sore?"

   "It hurts a little.  Is Bobby really the biggest in school?"

   "Well, that's what I heard, but how would you know unless you lined them
all up and measured?  He's the biggest I've seen anyway."

   We still sat on one of the blankets Bobby had spread out on the living
room floor, each wrapped in another blanket.  Karen shifted around to face
me, close enough that our knees touched.  She reached and opened my blanket
in front and looked down between my legs.  It was starting to get light
now, the room filling with the gray light of early morning, the lamp on the
end table not really adding much anymore.  There really wasn't any visible
evidence of my lost virginity of course, and Karen reached in and touched
me, fingertips resting on my outer lips.

   "Poor little sore pussy.  All tore up and not even cummed in!" she said.

   "He cumm..  came in me."

   "No sweetie.  He came in the condom.  Poor pussy didn't get any nice
warm, sticky cum."

   She still had her fingers on me and even though she just had them
resting there, that and her talk were getting me wet.  I wondered what it
would feel like to have cum in me.  She slid one fingertip over, touching
my slit, feeling that wetness.  She gently pushed me down, lying me on the
blankets.  She arranged my blanket to cover my upper half, and lay down
between my legs, pulling her own blanket over her head.  She began to
slowly lick me.

   Even with the layer of blankets, the living room floor was still hard. I
shifted around a little, trying to get comfortable.  Karen must have
thought I was trying to get away, because she grabbed me by the hips,
holding me tightly, and began to lick me for real, pushing her tongue into
me.  To let her know I wasn't trying to get away I reached down and
caressed her head, running my fingers through her hair.

   I saw motion and I looked and saw that Bobby was awake, sitting up
watching us.  Of course Karen was completely hidden under the blankets but
the shape of the blankets and her motions left little doubt as to what she
was doing.  Bobby, who was also still naked, got up and quietly moved
around behind her, then lifted up the blanket, exposing her lower half. 
She jerked in surprise, but recovered quickly and went on eating me.

   Bobby lifted her by the hips, getting her up on her knees and I could
see that his penis was hard, sticking straight out, and I thought he was
going to fuck her from behind but he didn't.  Instead, he knelt down and
hooked his arms under her thighs, putting her legs on his shoulders, and he
started eating her.

   Karen's head was still under the blanket but because of the angle that
Bobby had her body at, it had slid down, exposing most of her back.  Bobby
was looking at me over Karen's back while she squirmed between his tongue
and my pussy.  We locked eyes, Bobby staring at me while Karen continued to
tongue me.  I couldn't take much more and I think she knew it, sucking in
my clit while sliding a finger into me.  I came, yelling Bobby's name while
still looking into his eyes and she fastened her mouth over me, sucking out
my juices.

   She stopped sucking, resting her head on my mons while Bobby continued
to eat her.  It wasn't long before she started to shake and her hands,
still on my hips, clenched, nails digging into my skin and I knew she was
cumming too.  Bobby finally let her go, getting her legs off of him and she
slumped down, her head, and only her head, still under the blanket.

   Bobby crawled around Karen and over to me, where he kissed me.  It was
the best, most erotic kiss I had yet had, tasting Karen on his face.  I
found myself licking him, getting all of that taste that I could.

   Karen finally extricated herself from between my legs, throwing off the
blanket with a "Whoa!"



   More Breakfast

   Karen was trying to fan herself with the edge of a blanket, and I
realized that, still wrapped in my own blanket, I was hot, so I threw it
off and the three of us sat there naked.

   "Want some breakfast?" Karen asked Bobby.

   "I just had some," he said.

   She flipped the edge of her blanket at him, "No silly.  Not that, real
food?"

   "Not yet," he said rather pointedly.

   "One of us hasn't cum yet this morning," Karen said to me, "We'll take
care of that."

   She moved over to him and got him to lie back, his still hard cock
sticking straight up.  "C'mon sweetie," she said, "You need to learn how to
do this."

   She motioned me to take the side of him opposite from her.  She grasped
his cock and bent down, tucking her hair behind her ear.  She licked once
at the tip of his cock.  "The fist drop is the sweetest," she explained
before opening her mouth and taking a couple of inches of him in, bobbing
up and down a little.  She lifted up and a ray of golden light from the
rising sun broke through the curtains and illuminated his shaft, showing it
to be slick with her saliva.

   "You try now, sweetie," she said, "Be gentle.  Careful with your teeth."

   With only a slight hesitation I leaned down and took my brother's cock
into my mouth, trying to be mindful of my pearly whites.  Karen continued
to grasp the base while I tried a few tentative head bobs.  Bobby moaned
and I grinned, or tried to, as much as I could with a cock between my lips.

   "That's it sweetie, nice and gentle.  Here, you hold it," and I gripped
him with one hand around him.  "You're doing real good, isn't she Bobby?"

   "Uh-huh," he grunted.

   "Cum in her mouth Bobby.  You can't cum in her pussy yet but she needs
some cum!  Cum in her mouth!"

   "Is it okay Leah?" he managed to groan.

   Well, I didn't know if it was okay or not because I really didn't know
what to expect but when Karen said 'cum in her mouth,' I could feel him
swell and get harder, so I figured he wanted to, so I nodded.  It didn't
take long after that.  I didn't really know (back then) anything to do but
the bobbing up and down so I did that.

   Soon he groaned and put his hand on the back of my head.  He grunted,
"I'm gonna cum, Lee!  Here it comes!"

   Even though he had asked me if it was okay, he now grabbed my head with
both hands, pulling me further onto his cock.  He swelled even more, then
his cock jerked and spat into my mouth.  I was surprised by the force of
it, and the amount.  I almost gagged but managed to control it.  His cock
pulsed several more times, filling my mouth to where some dribbled out.  I
waited till he stopped, then sat up, my mouth full of cum I didn't know
what to do with.

   Karen saw the look in my eyes.  "Swallow it!" she said and leaned across
him and kissed me, keeping her mouth on mine till I swallowed Bobby's load.
"There!" she said, forcing her tongue into my mouth and tasting the dregs
with me.  "Good girl!  Isn't she a good girl Bobby?"

   "Yeah," he said.  "You've gotta get her on the pill, Karen.  Take her to
your doctor." To me he said, "I love you Leah."



   Leah's Naked Adventures - Part Seven A

   Church

   Karen asked Bobby if he was ready for breakfast now and he was agreeable
so she and I went into the kitchen to fix it.  I made fresh coffee and
washed the things from breakfast while Karen made Bobby eggs and sausage
patties.  Bobby came into the kitchen, wearing a pair of boxers.  The two
of us were still naked.

   We served him, then got more coffee for ourselves.  Just as we were
sitting down, the phone rang.  Bobby looked at the caller ID on the kitchen
phone.  "It's Grandma, answer it, Lee"

   I picked up the phone.  Of course, it wasn't Grandma, but Mom, calling
from Grandma's to check on us.  She said there wasn't any update on when
they would be home because the service station wasn't even open yet.  She
asked about Bobby and I told her he was right there eating breakfast.  Then
she reminded me that it was Sunday and that I should take the envelope with
their weekly contribution to church with me.  I told her not to worry about
us and not to hurry.

   Shoot!  I had forgotten about church and, with Mom reminding me about
the weekly envelope, I had to go.  She always put a check in the envelope
and she would notice if it wasn't cashed.  Yesterday at this time I was
trying to convince my mom to let me go with them, now I wanted more time
with Bobby and church was going to cut into it.

   Bobby however, seemed perfectly happy to be going to church.  He had
finished eating, and suggested that we all take a shower, then go to as
early a Mass as possible.  We put the dishes in the dishwasher, then Bobby
used his key to let us into Mom's bathroom.  "No playing around," he said.
"Just a shower."

   So we all got into that big shower my parents had in the master suite
and all we did was wash.  Bobby grabbed a towel and went off to his room to
get dressed after instructing me to lend Karen a dress for church, "I want
you both to look nice," and so I let her borrow one of my sun dresses. 
Since she was taller than me, it was a bit short on her but not
scandalously so.

   Bobby gave his approval and we got into Karen's car for the ride to
church.  Of course, neither of us had on any underwear.  Karen found a
place to park up close, which was fine with me because it meant less time
for the wind to play games with my skirt while walking from the car.  Bobby
on the other hand, decided to sit at the very back of the church, almost in
the last row, which was also fine with me at first until I realized it
would mean a very long walk up the aisle and back when we went up for
communion.

   Mass was relatively boring.  I spent most of the time thinking about
what we would be doing once we returned home, because I knew we weren't
done yet.  Going up to receive communion with no underwear was less of a
big deal than it had been for me the first time and I smiled at Father
Murdoch as he presented me the host.  Something happened on the way back to
my seat however, that made Mass far less boring.

   When I was walking back down the side aisle and only a couple of rows
from my pew, I saw a girl I knew from grade school.  Our eyes met and there
was that acknowledgment of recognition, but then, just as I passed I saw
this curious look on her face.  I returned to my pew and knelt for a
minute, pretending to pray.  There was something disturbing about the girl.

   I sat back down.  Then I remembered who the girl was.  Her name was
Faith and I remembered the last time I saw her.  It was about two years
ago, when we were sophomores.  We had been asked to show support for Sacred
Heart High School by attending a soccer game with our rivals, Saint
Boniface.  Faith was playing for Saint Boniface.

   Mass wasn't quite over, but I wanted out of there.  Faith was one of the
few kids from our parish who went to Bonnie's, and she played soccer!  She
must have recognized me.  Maybe she didn't recognize me when she had seen
me in the park, but now, when our eyes had met, something obviously clicked
and I knew she knew it was me that day in the park.

   Outside the church, two girls with no underwear stood nervously on the
steps while Bobby talked with a couple guys from his team.  We asked if we
could wait in the car but Bobby said no, and kept us standing at the top of
the church steps.

   I looked around and there was Faith, standing with a woman I figured to
be her mom.  They exchanged a few words and Faith nodded, holding up one
finger while the older woman started toward the parking lot.  Faith turned
toward me and crooked a finger.



   Part Seven B

   Faith

   I tried to pretend I didn't see her beckon, but Faith pointed at me,
then crooked her finger again.  I just tried to sorta hide behind Bobby,
but he noticed Faith.   -�Go see what that girl wants, Lee. -�

   Great!  So much for ignoring her.  Reluctantly I went down the steps and
over to Faith.   -�Hey, Leah, -� she said,  -�How are things? -�

    -�Fine, -� I said.   -�How are things at Saint Bony Face? -�

   Immediately I regretted using our derogatory name for Saint Boniface
High School.  Faith had never been a close friend, but neither had she ever
been an enemy, and I thought this would be a bad time for her to become
one, but she just shrugged it off.  "Things are great!  I think the soccer
team will be going to the state finals this year."

   Really?  We were in the same district and they would have to beat us to
get there.  "You'll have to get past Sarah Giebel first."

   "Sarah?  Oh, the super sophomore you guys got?  It takes more than one
girl to make a team.  Anyhow, funny you should mention soccer.  We been
practicing all Summer.  In the park."

   I wanted to point out that she had been the one to mention soccer, not
me, but I knew she brought up the park for a reason.  "Yeah.  I'm sure it's
a good place to practice."

   "Leah?  Just tell me.  That was you, wasn't it?"

   I glanced at Bobby but he wasn't even looking in our direction.  I
didn't know what to do, so I just said, "Yes."

   "I knew it!  I knew it was somebody I knew, but till I saw you today, I
couldn't place her, um, place you!" She looked toward the parking lot,
"Listen Leah, don't worry.  I won't tell anybody!  I gotta go."

   Faith ran toward the parking lot, and I made my way back up the stairs
to Bobby.

   He was finishing up his meeting with his teammates, so soon we were back
in Karen's car and headed back home.  He told us he had cancelled practice
for his touch team and that the three of us were going to spend the
afternoon together.  Bobby directed Karen to stop at Wendy's on the way
home then asked me, "So.  Who was that girl?"

   "Faith."

   "Okay.  So what did Faith want?"

   "She plays on the Saint Boniface soccer team Bobby.  She recognized me!"

   "Oh.  So, what did she want?"

   "She wanted to know if it was me that day.  I'm scared Bobby!  What if
she tells?"

   "Did she say she was going to?"

   "She said she wouldn't."

   "So.  Then we'll count on that."

   Then we were at the Wendy's drive through.  I didn't feel very hungry
but Bobby said I had to order something so I got a chicken sandwich.

   "Did she say anything else?" he asked, once we were on the street again.

   "Just that they were gonna beat us at soccer."

   "Well then, Lee.  I don't know of much we can do.  Relax."



   Afternoon Delight

   Well, I tried to relax, but I was still worried.  We got home and, after
we all got naked, ate our Wendy's lunch.  Bobby said we should clean up the
living room, so we folded up all the blankets and put them away.  I made
sure to throw the condom wrapper away and pick up the second condom Bobby
had put on the table, then we went upstairs and cleaned up Mom's bathroom.

   We all went to Bobby's room and Karen and I sat on the bed while Bobby
sat in his one chair.  It was barely after noon and I told Bobby I thought
we should call Mom, just to see if things were on schedule, so I went and
got my cell.  Well, things were on schedule, which meant the tire store
wasn't even open yet so Mom said she would call me when they were leaving.

   Bobby was clicking through some of his pictures of me on his computer
and Karen reached over and stroked my thigh.  Bobby saw her and said,
"Karen, don't."

   He swiveled his chair around to face us.  "Okay, Leah.  We probably have
three hours or more before Mom and Dad get home.  Enough time to do all
kinds of things.  We could go to a movie, go for a walk, work on my
homework, watch TV, play some games, whatever, but I'm going to leave it up
to you.  We will do whatever you want from now until they get home."

   Up to me?  I had simply assumed we would pick up where we left off
before church, now I had to choose?  A couple months ago I couldn't imagine
feeling like I did now.  I had had Bobby's cock in me once and I wanted it
again.  I wanted to cum on it again.

   "Can't we just have sex some more?

   "Is that what you want to do Leah?

   "Uh-huh."

   "You're sure?"

   "Yes sir."

   "Tell me what you want me to do."

   "I want you to fuck me."

   As I said that I could see his cock suddenly come to life, swelling and
beginning to stand up in his lap.  I stared at it, fascinated.  "Okay," he
said, "But I'm not gonna fuck you, you're gonna fuck me, Leah."

   He stood up, his dick now sticking straight out, and walked over to the
bed.  Karen moved down to one corner.  Bobby first sat next to me, then lay
down, swinging his legs up and over me, so that his head was down toward
the foot of the bed, and his feet were now behind me.  "Look in the
nightstand, Leah," he said.

   I pulled open the drawer and found several condoms.  I got one of the
little packets out and tried to hand it to him.  He shook his head, "No
Leah.  You put it on me."

   I tore open the packet and tried to remember that one time in health
class when we had been taught how to put one on.  I thought I had it right,
but I looked at Karen for guidance as I placed it over the head of his
dick. She nodded, so I rolled it down over him, encasing his pulsing cock
in ribbed latex.

   Bobby beckoned me and patted the bed on the other side of him.  "Knee
over here, Lee."

   I straddled him, positioning my self over his cock.  It seemed like a
river had started flowing between my legs and I could smell my arousal. 
without being told to, I grabbed his cock and put the head against my
opening, rubbing it through the moisture.  Bobby's eyes locked with mine
and I started to lower myself onto him.  We watched each others faces as I
slowly impaled myself on his cock.

   I was still a bit sore, but it was a good kind of sore as I stretched my
inner muscles around a cock for just the second time, not stopping till my
clit mashed against his pubic bone.  Oh, god it felt so good!  I wished I
could stay like that forever, my brother's cock deep inside me like that.

   Even though it felt great just to have him in me, it felt even better
when I started to move.  It took me just a little while to figure out what
felt best, raising and lowering myself on his cock, rocking my hips to rub
myself against him.  Just then my cell, which I had put on his nightstand,
rang.  It was Mom's ringtone.



   Leah's Naked Adventures - Part Seven C

   I tried to jump up and answer the phone, but Bobby was too quick.  He
grabbed me by the hips and forced me back down, holding me there tightly.
Karen meanwhile, jumped over Bobby and grabbed my phone, handing it to me.

   "Put it on speaker, Leah," Bobby said.

   So I took my phone and, with my brother's cock buried deep inside me,
said, "Hello Momma."

   "Leah?"

   "Yes Momma."

   "Leah, are you alright?  You haven't called me 'Momma' in years."

   Bobby started moving, pushing up into me while I tried to talk with our
mom.

   "I'm fine, Mom.  Maybe I jus....just miss you a little too much."

   "Bobby isn't giving you too hard of a time, is he?"

   Karen giggled at that and Bobby shushed her.

   I was trying to maintain some kind of detachment, trying to ignore what
Bobby was doing to me so I could answer my mom, but that was getting more
and more difficult.  "No Mom.  He's being good."

   "You sound funny." Shit!  She could tell!  "Like an echo.  Do you have
me on speaker phone?"

   "Yes Mom.  I'm um, cleaning the kitchen."

   Just then Bobby put an extra jerk in his hips and I gasped.

   "What was that?"

   "Nothing!"

   "Nothing?"

   "Bobby just surprised me a little and I almost, um, dropped a glass."

   "Oh, is he there?  Bobby?  Are you behaving for your sister?"

   "Yes Mom.  I'm doing what she told me to do."

   "Leah?  David wants to say hi."

   Our little brother?  "HI LEEAAH!"

   I couldn't take it any more.  I started to move on Bobby's cock again.
"Hi Dave.  How are you?"

   "Great!  we're having fun at Grandma's!  Are you having fun?  Daddy
wants to say hi."

   Oh God!

   "Hi sweetheart, fixing the tire's gonna take about three hours but we
should be home in time for supper.  Here's your mom back."

   Oh God!  I was gonna cum!

   "Leah?  Grandma says hi too."

   Please!  Please!  Don't put my grandma on the phone now.  Not Grandma!

   "Leah?" Mom asked.

   I was biting my lip to try and keep from crying out when I came.  Bobby
saw me and for once took some pity on me.  "Mom?" he asked, "Are you gonna
stop anywhere on the way home?"

   "I don't know, we could.  Why?"

   Bobby arched under me, driving his cock further up into me, and I came.
"I need some filler paper for school.  College ruled."

   I was thrashing around on him as he still held my hips, keeping me tight
against him.

   "I guess we could get some, or we could go out later and get some.  Is
Leah still there with you?"

   I was able to gasp out, "Yes!"

   "Listen Leah.  Don't work too hard.  You sound a little strained.  Why
don't you take it easy till we get home?  Okay?"

   "Yes Momma.  I'm gonna hang up so I can finish the kitchen, then I'll
rest.  I promise.

   I flipped my phone off.  I was still impaled on Bobby, but he lifted me
up off of him.  He hadn't cum and was still hard as a rock.  The condom was
all slick and wet with my cum and he yanked it off as he jumped up.  He
grabbed Karen.  He threw her down on the bed and got on top of her.  "I'm
gonna give you all the cum she churned up in my balls.  I'm gonna fill you
up!"

   I watched as he started pounding poor Karen, although she didn't seem to
mind, squealing with delight and wrapping her legs around him.  It didn't
take him long till he stopped, pushing deeper into her, and came.  I looked
on, fascinated by the flexing of his butt muscles as he came in her.

   He rolled off of her, panting and she groaned.  Her hand went between
her legs and she started rubbing her clit.  I could see Bobby's cum in her,
slowly oozing out between her red and swollen pussy lips.  "Help her, Lee.
Help her cum," Bobby said.

   I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do but Karen said, "Eat me, Leah! 
Suck me!" So I got between her legs and started licking at her cummy pussy.

   "Suck it!  Suck your brother's cum outta me!"

   I did my best, cleaning her of Bobby's cum with my mouth while she
continued to rub her clit.  As I was sucking on her, nursing on her, she
suddenly grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her clit.  Her pussy seemed
to be trying to turn itself inside out and I knew she was cumming.  I kept
sucking while she came, till finally she pushed me away.

   While we were all laying there, all tangled up and panting on Bobby's
bed, His cell rang.  He grabbed it and looked at it.  "It's Sarah."



   Part Seven D Sarah's Turn

   Bobby picked up his cell.  "Hey Thumper!"

   Thumper was what everyone at Sacred Heart High had been calling Sarah
since last spring, though I had never heard Bobby use the nickname before.
It started when, as a freshman playing varsity fastpitch, she had hit three
home runs in one game, one to win the game in extra innings.

   Bobby didn't put his phone on speaker so all we could hear was his half
of the conversation, which was mostly just yeses and noes.  Shortly he put
down his phone.  "Sarah is coming over," he said.

   Well Sarah had been coming over almost every weekend for years, so I
guess I shouldn't have been surprised.  I wasn't exactly disappointed
either.  I was a little worn out and tired after the last several hours. 
Not only staying up late and then awake early, but my pussy had had quite a
work out too.  We were all pretty exhausted actually and were still lying
in Bobby's bed when the doorbell rang, immediately followed by a beep from
his cell.

   I thought he would make me or Karen answer it, but Bobby got up and
pulled on a pair of shorts, then went downstairs.  He didn't say that he
was coming back up and I assumed they would go out into the garage, but
after several minutes he returned with a bemused looking Sarah in tow.

   "Jeez Bobby, I thought you were kidding!" Sarah said, looking at us. 
"Really?  Both of them?"

   Karen had pulled a sheet over us when we heard them coming up the
stairs, but we were both still lying in my brother's bed naked under that
one sheet.  Sarah walked past Bobby into the room and stood by the bed,
hands on her hips.  "So Leah, did you really let him fuck you?"

   I looked over her shoulder at Bobby, wondering if he wanted me to deny
it, but he now was the one looking bemused, so I simply nodded.

   "Wow," Sarah said.  "That's cool.  In a roundabout way, that's kinda
sorta like masturbation, fucking your own brother, so I won't even count it
as cheating.  You can fuck him all you want.  You though," she continued,
turning toward Karen, "It's not like that.  With you, He's cheating on me,
and he's going to have to pay for that, but what am I going to do about
you?"

   Sarah removed her hands from her hips and reached down and yanked the
sheet off of us, then folded her arms in front of her, glaring at Karen.  I
could swear that she was tapping her foot as I looked from one to the
other, wondering what was going to happen.

   Suddenly, Sarah burst out laughing, doubling over and pointing at Karen.
"P-priceless!  If you could only see the look on your face!" Holding one
hand on her belly she continued, "Oh my God!  Don't worry.  We don't got
any kinda exclusive thing going, so go ahead, just make sure he's got
enough left for me."

   Sarah looked at me, "You too, I think it's so hot that he's finally
fucking you!  Bobby's seen me fuck other guys, and I know he's had other
girls before you two, though I've never seen him do any of them." She
looked over her shoulder at Bobby, "I think we need to change that little
oversight soon by the way, I'd love to see you with these two."

   Sarah once again looked at us.  "Not today though.  It's my turn, girls.
Get out of that bed."



   Spectators

   So we climbed out of Bobby's bed and headed for his door.  "Wait a
minute," Sarah said.  "You don't have to leave, just let us have the bed."

   Karen and I looked at each other and kinda shrugged.  If she wanted us
to watch, okay.  Well, there was only one chair, so I sat on Bobby's wicker
clothes hamper.  Sarah started to strip.  She was wearing a loose t-shirt
with a black athletic bra, black compression shorts and, it turned out,
lavender lace boyshort style panties.  She wasn't wearing them for long
though, pulling them off to reveal a pussy as smooth and bare as mine.

   Bobby was naked again, his boxers discarded.  His cock looked hard as
steel despite the number of times he had cum in the last couple of days. 
It was pointing slightly upward, the tip shiny with precum.  Sarah's body
was incredible.  You've heard the expression, 'Not an ounce of fat?' Well,
she did have a few ounces, mostly in her smallish, firm looking tits, with
a little left over for her butt, but otherwise her body was slender and
hard looking.  Not one of those female body builder types, but still with
every muscle softly defined.  She looked every bit the athlete she was.

   Sarah walked over to Bobby and caressed his cock.  She dropped down on
her knees and took a couple of inches of his cock in her mouth, cupping his
balls with one hand.  She sucked briefly, then looked at us.  "I can taste
one of you on him.  Odd.  I never tasted girl before."

   That got to Karen.  "It's me.  Leah gets the condom, so you taste me."
she volunteered.

   Sarah looked back up at Bobby and lifted his balls like she was judging
their weight.  "Half empty already," she said.  "I want the rest inside
me."

   She stood up and holding him by his cock, led him over to the bed, then
pulled him down on top of her.  Bobby proceeded to do to Sarah what he had
just done to both Karen and I, that is fuck her.  Having already cum
several times in the last day, he didn't cum quickly, and Sarah took him in
several different positions till he finally put her on her back, with her
legs on his shoulders and he finally came deep inside her.

   When they were done, they simply lay on Bobby's bed recovering and I got
up and took Karen to my room.



   The End of Part Seven

   Afternoon Nap

   So we left Sarah and Bobby tangled on his bed and I took Karen to my
room.  I turned my bed down and got in.  "C'mon," I said, holding up the
edge of the blanket.

   Karen climbed in with me and we snuggled.  At first we were face to face
but then she rolled over and pushed back against me and we lay
spoon-fashion.  I caressed her to see if she was interested in playing a
bit, but we were so tired that soon we both drifted off to sleep.

   I had never slept with someone in the same bed before, well not since I
was tiny anyway, and it was a new experience for me.  Karen would turn over
and I would half wake and roll over with her, to spoon from the other side,
then we would both half wake again and roll over the other way.  Each time
I was half awake I felt like I should be doing something, but naked Karen
felt so good against naked Leah, so I just lay there.

   This peaceful little interlude was shattered when there was a knock on
my open door and Sarah rushed in.  "Leah!  Leah, wake up!" She was holding
my cell and held it out to me.  "You left your phone in Bobby's room.  Your
mom called!"

   Did you ever wake up from an afternoon nap and think it was early
morning?  I blinked and tried to orient myself., looking at my alarm clock.
3:47?  At first I thought it was the middle of the night and I couldn't
figure out what Sarah was doing in my room, then I came fully awake.

   I jumped up.  Holy shit!  Almost 4:00pm?  I grabbed the phone from Sarah
and looked at it.  Two missed calls!  Both from Mom.  One just a few
minutes ago, one 45 minutes ago!  If my mom had called when they were
leaving, like she said she would, they could be home any second!  And here
I was, naked, with two other naked girls in my room!

   I gave Karen a shove.  "Karen!  Wake up!  Get dressed!"

   Karen sat up, rubbing her eyes and looked around.  "I don't even know
where my clothes are!"

   Sarah left, I hoped to get dressed too.  I didn't know where the dress I
had worn to church was.  Probably downstairs in the living room, with the
one Karen borrowed and Bobby's church clothes too!  Great!  What a thing
for Mom to walk in on!  I threw on some shorts, a t-shirt and sandals and
ran downstairs, leaving Karen to fend for herself.

   Sure enough, our two dresses and Bobby's shirt, pants and underwear were
all scattered near the front door, looking just as you would expect from
three horny teenagers who couldn't wait to get naked.  There may as well
been a sign that read, "Sex in Progress!" I grabbed them all and looked
around.  Thank God we had cleaned up the living room this morning!

   I spotted the clothes Karen wore yesterday, folded and sitting on an end
table, and grabbed them too, then dashed back up the stairs.  Bobby and
Sarah, both dressed, were coming down.  "Pick up any evidence!" I told them
and ran back to my room.

   Karen was looking through my dresser for something to wear and I tossed
her clothes at her.  I stuffed everything else in my hamper and quickly
made my bed, then went to check Bobby's room while calling my mom back. 
She said they had stopped at Target to get Bobby's filler paper but were
now on the way home.  Great, that meant they would be here in minutes.  I
told her I missed her calls because I fell asleep and told her I would see
her soon.

   Bobby's bed was made in his usual fashion, but the room reeked of sex. I
opened a window, then closed the door on my way out, hoping the room would
air out before Mom happened to look in.  I had no idea what the other three
were doing, but I had to pee so I took myself to the bathroom and took care
of that, then tried to straighten myself up a little.

   I told myself I looked okay, 'normal,' especially after having just got
up from a nap, but I knew I was different.  I had had sex since yesterday
morning and I knew I was different.  I wondered if anyone else could tell.
I looked okay, but I felt like I had magic marker on my forehead, "I just
had sex." I could smell sex all over me and I wished I had time to take a
shower, but I didn't.  Mom, Dad, and the kids were home.



   Big News

   I went down to the living room.  I tried to tell myself it was all in my
head, but I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone could tell I was
changed.  They hadn't planned on an overnight stay at Grandma's so they all
still wore yesterday's clothes.  Mom told the younger kids to go up and
change and Dad said he was going up to shower and change.

   I didn't know where Bobby and Sarah were, Karen either, so it was just
me and my mom in the living room.  "Did everything go okay?" she asked. 
"Bobby wasn't too hard on you was he?"

   I shook my head, "No, Mom.  He was good."

   I stayed near the stairs, afraid to get too close to her.  Just then
Karen came in, holding her keys.  "Had to move my car," she said to me,
"Forgot they were coming home."

   "It's okay, Dear," my mom said.  "It was nice of you to drive them home
from church." She held out a small bag to me.  "Here, Grandma sent you some
paprikash.  Better put it in the fridge."

   I took it and went into the kitchen, Mom and Karen following.  I walked
fast, trying to keep my mom from getting too close.  Now I could see Bobby
and Sarah in the backyard with their football.  Mom could too.  "Did Sarah
ask to come over?"

   "Yes Mom.  But, she's here every Sunday."

   "I'm going to go upstairs and get cleaned up too.  We have some big news
and something to ask you, but I want to wait until your father is here
too."



   Holiday Plans

   Karen said she had to get home.  Before she left she gave me a long,
lingering kiss.  "I can taste me and Bobby on you," she whispered.  I was
extra glad Mom hadn't insisted on kissing me when they got back and I went
into the downstairs half bath and brushed my teeth.  I washed my face and
hands too and I felt a little better by the time I went back in the
kitchen.

   Bobby and Sarah came in, both sweaty, and I wondered if it was just
football or whether they had sneaked into the garage for a little extra. 
Sarah said that she needed to get home too.  She even gave me a kiss, but
it was just a peck.  Then it was just us, me and Bobby in the kitchen, the
rest of the family upstairs.

   Bobby got himself a glass of ice water from the refrigerator, and drank
it while leaning against the counter.  "That was close Leah.  You should be
more careful."

   "Me?  It wasn't all my fault!"

   Before we could discuss it any further Pauline and Jake came down and
soon the whole family was there.  Mom picked up the phone and ordered
Chinese, then we all sat down in the dining room.  Mom told us that Grandma
was going away on vacation, a cruise over the Christmas holidays.

   "This part is up to you, Leah," Mom said.  "Grandma doesn't want to
leave her house empty for a week and she asked if you would be willing to
stay there, house sitting, while she's gone."



   Leah's Naked Adventures - Part Eight

   Bobby's Going Too

   Grandma had asked me to house sit while she was away on her holiday
cruise.  Bobby and I went to work on Mom and Dad right away and, through
our combined efforts, managed to change that to Bobby and me.  It really
wasn't difficult.  I claimed I would be afraid all alone in that big old
house by myself.  Bobby had a term paper he wanted me to help him write.  A
couple more reasons thrown in and it was set.  Bobby and I would have a
full eight days on our own together at Grandma's house.

   There had been a couple of delays, but Karen had taken me to a women's
health clinic where I had gotten a prescription for birth control pills.  I
had started taking them a couple of weeks ago.  so I was protected by now,
but Bobby and I hadn't managed to find a way to get some time alone so I
could get my first bareback ride.

   Bobby finally decided we would wait until Grandma's for our first time
without a condom.  He also made a few rules for our week together.  One of
course really wasn't new.  I was to be naked the entire week.  Another I
thought unnecessary, we were going to have sex everyday, even if one of us,
or even if both of us, didn't really feel like it.  I couldn't imagine such
a circumstance, but Bobby said, "Trust me, it can happen."

   Grandma was leaving a couple days after Christmas, and returning the
Saturday before we started back to school.  Mom was going to drive us to
Grandma's, then take her to the airport, then go home.  The day finally
came, Mom and I had made a shopping trip to pick up groceries that I could
cook, and Bobby and I liked.  We loaded the car, said goodbye to Dad and
our siblings, and we were on our way.  I felt like I was leaving on my
honeymoon.

   Grandma was ready to go when we got there.  She gave us some last minute
instructions, one of the toilets had a tendency to get 'stuck,' she said,
"Just jiggle the handle," and the oven thermostat didn't work right.  I was
to sleep in Grandma's room and Bobby was to have the guest room, or so they
thought.

   Bobby helped load Grandma's luggage in the car and then they were gone.
Bobby and I were alone!  Bobby gave me my suitcase and had me remove one
set of clothing, to wear the day we went back home, then he took the
suitcase and locked it in Grandma's front closet.  He had me strip and he
threw my clothes down Grandma's laundry chute.  Then he got his own
suitcase and took out a gift-wrapped package and handed it to me.

   "Robert, I didn't bring anything for you!"

   "Sure you did.  You're sitting on it."

   The package was beautifully wrapped, and I knew he must have had the
store wrap it.  That or, maybe Mom.  I took off the bow and carefully
removed the paper.  Once I opened the box I was pretty sure Mom hadn't had
any part of wrapping it.  It was a beautiful little white lace babydoll
set.

   "Put it on," Bobby said.

   "I can't!  You said I had to be naked," I teased.

   "C'mon Leah.  This will be better than naked, You'll see."

   The top had lace cups and was open down the front under the bra.  I had
to shorten up the straps to get it to fit right.  The panties turned out to
be crotchless.  Once I had everything on, I posed for Bobby.

   "You're beautiful Leah!  Beautiful and sexy, and I love you!"

   "I love you too, Bobby.  You're gorgeous and sexy too."



   In Grandma's Bed

   He took my hand and led me up to Grandma's bedroom.  It was only late
afternoon, and we hadn't eaten yet, but I wasn't worried about that.  I did
stop outside Grandma's room.  "Wait Bobby.  I know it's silly but, I kinda
feel like this is our wedding night..."

   "It's not silly, Leah."

   "Could you carry me over the threshold?"

   Bobby easily picked me up and carried me through the door, then
deposited me on Grandma's bed.  He looked down at me for a second, then
started removing his clothes.  When he got to his pants, he pulled them
down underwear and all, and his cock sprang out, fully hard and ready.  I
licked my lips in anticipation.

   Bobby pulled his pants the rest of the way off, then put his hand in one
of the pockets and pulled out a condom.  "Sure you don't wanna use this?"

   I shook my head.  "I want to feel YOU inside me for once."

   When he was totally naked, Bobby climbed into bed with me.  He lay atop
me, hard cock pressing into my belly, and looked into my eyes.  "Wedding
night, huh?"

   I nodded.

   "So.  If we're married...?"

   "You don't have to stop with Sarah and Karen."

   He nodded.  "Okay.  Karen likes you more anyway.  You know that don't
you?"

   "Yes sir, but she still likes a cock now and then."

   "I'll give her some of that, but you'll still give her pussy, won't
you?"

   "Of course I will.  Are you gonna fuck me?  Or just lay on top of me all
night?"

   "Which would you prefer?"

   "Dammit Bobby!  I've been waiting to have you cum in me for weeks!  Fuck
me NOW!"

   I had asked Karen if it would feel different without the condom, and if
I would be able to feel it when Bobby came in me.  She said it definitely
would feel different.  She also said she could always feel the cum but that
some of her friends said they couldn't.  Now I was going to find out.

   Bobby kissed me.  He lifted up and reached between us and took his cock
and rubbed up and down my slit with it.  I kissed back and waited.  I
wiggled underneath him, hoping he take the hint and put it in me.  Finally
he did, but ever so slowly.

   As he slid into me, I could feel every one of those veins that were no
longer compressed by the latex as they entered me.  The feeling was
incredibly good.  Instantly I understood Sarah's disdain for condoms. 
Bobby pushed slowly into me until he bottomed out, then held still.  I
whispered in his ear, "Oh God!  Bobby it feels so delicious!  Fuck me
forever."

   He kept still for an agonizingly long time, during which I could feel
pulsing and twitching in his cock.  Just when I thought I would scream, he
started to move.  He fucked me with long, slow, deep strokes.  His cock
pulling back, my pussy sucking hungrily at him, trying to pull him back in,
then plunging slowly back into me.  It was wonderful and he slowly built me
up til I knew this would be a cum like no other.

   "Ready honey?  I'm gonna cum in you."

   Yes, I was ready.  I nodded and he quickened his pace ever so slightly.
His cock felt impossibly hard now and then I started to cum, inner muscles
clenching on his cock.  He groaned and thrust hard into me, two, three
times, then pushed all the way in and held there, and I could feel it!  The
pulsing, jerking of his cock, the warmth of his semen.

   I locked my legs around him, squeezing him with my arms.  I screamed.  I
could still feel that warmth inside me.  Finally it stopped.  I could feel
him getting softer.  He kept his cock there, till at last I had to get his
weight off me and urged him to move.  He slid out of me and rolled onto his
side next to me.  I could feel some of his semen as it started to dribble
out of me.  What a sensation.

   Bobby held me close while I drifted off.



   Supper in Bed

   I don't know what time it was when I woke, but Bobby was gone.  I
couldn't see Grandma's alarm clock and I had taken my watch off with my
clothes.  I was under the covers, the bedroom door was partly open and
there was a dim light in the hall.  I thought maybe Bobby had indeed gone
to the guest room to sleep.

   I was hungry since I had skipped supper, but I didn't want to get up
just yet.  Instead, I reached under the covers and dreamily felt my pussy.
I softly caressed my clit, then pushed a finger into me as deep as I could.
I pulled it out and brought it to my mouth.  Yes.  I could taste it,
Bobby's cum in me.

   I pushed back inside me and pumped my finger in and out a bit, feeling
the cum oozing around it.  Just when it was starting to be fun, the door
was pushed further open and Bobby came in, carrying a plate and two bottles
of Dr Pepper.

   I guess there was enough light from the hall for him to see my eyes
because I didn't move but he said, "Oh, you're awake."

   "What time is it?"

   "Eight."

   "In the morning?"

   "No Nympho.  It's still Friday night.  You slept about two hours.  Sit
up.  I brought you something to eat."

   When I sat up, the blanket fell down and he could see where my hand was.
"What were you doing, Lee?"

   "Just feeling your cum in me."

   "Not being a nasty little girl?"

   I shook my head.

   "Could you feel it when I came in you?"

   "Uh-huh.  I mean, I couldn't feel it like shooting in me, it just felt
really warm, and I could feel your cock jerking, which I could feel before
too, but this time there was this pulse of warm with each jerk." There was
something else I noticed when I sat up.  "I can smell you now, down there."

   Bobby put the sodas down on the nightstand and, wearing boxers, climbed
onto the bed next to me.  I could see he had a big plate of scrambled eggs,
one of the few things he knew how to cook.  I started to take it from him
but he held it away.  "It's for both of us.  Daddy's gonna feed you."

   He had topped the eggs with salsa, which I hadn't tried before but
turned out to be surprisingly good.  He alternated forkfuls between us till
I refused another bite, then he wolfed down the rest.  "Full?" he asked.

   "My tummy is, but I have another place that could use filling."

   He sighed dramatically and got up, shaking his head.  "Like I said,
'Nympho!' Little thing is gonna kill me!" he remarked.  "Be right back."

   Bobby left with the plate, fork and napkins, and I took the opportunity
to use the toilet.  I could feel more of his cum leak out when I sat and I
would have been disappointed except that not only did I think I was gonna
be filled again soon, but the feeling of it oozing out was kinda cool too.
I made a mental note to put some towels around the house wherever I might
sit because I was pretty sure Bobby was gonna keep filling me with cum as
often as he could.



   All Night Long

   Bobby was back in bed when I got back to the bedroom and I climbed under
the covers with him.  As I did, I could see that his cock was hard and
ready again.  "Who is the nympho?" I asked.

   He pulled me against him and I snuggled.  He kissed the top of my head
as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, jacking it slowly.  We didn't
speak and I slid my hand to the head of his cock.  With my fingertip I
spread his precum over the head, then got up and threw off the covers and
straddled him.  I started to lower myself onto him, but then had an idea. I
turned around so I was facing his feet, then put him at my opening and sank
down on him.

   I could hear him moan and I knew he liked the view.  I braced myself
with my hands on his thighs and went to work.  Since he had cum a few hours
ago, I had to ride him a fairly long time before he grabbed my hips and
pulled me down on him.  Again I could feel the warmth of his cum in me and
it made me cum, squeezing his cock with my pussy till he stopped squirting
in me.

   I sat up straight and stayed that way while he caressed my hips and
butt, then reached up and cupped my breasts.  I guess he wasn't a 'breast
man,' because he usually didn't pay them that much attention, so this felt
extra special.  He squeezed them and flicked his fingers over my nipples.
"That feels nice Bobby," I said encouragingly.

   Bobby lifted me off of him and laid me on my back.  I guess the
encouragement worked, because he began to suckle on my breasts.  It was
glorious and I caressed the back of his head to let him know how I felt
about it.  It wasn't long however, until he climbed on top of me and
entered me again.

   This time he had to do the work, fucking me mercilessly.  The feeling of
his naked cock in me was superb and he lasted even longer than the last
time, making me cum three times before he finally pumped me full of cum
again and we fell asleep in Grandma's bed.



   Taking Care of Bobby

   The Winter sun was streaming brightly through my Grandma's lace curtains
when I woke up for my first full day of house sitting.  I looked over at
Bobby lying next to me.  Bobby my brother, my lover.  He was snoring softly
and I didn't want to wake him.  Yet.

   What a first night of house sitting I had had!  Bobby had fucked me once
in the afternoon, then while I napped he had gone downstairs and made us
supper.  After feeding me, he had fucked me two more times before we fell
asleep in each other's arms.  But that wasn't all.  Twice during the night
we had woken and each time he fucked me, no, made love to me!  It wasn't
just fucking, but loving.

   Each time, one becoming aware of some movement on the part of the other.
Reaching out to touch.  Finding a response.  Me rolling toward him, or him
toward me.  Kissing, but not speaking.  Silently knowing what we both
wanted, needed.  No real foreplay.  Just checking to see if I was ready, if
he was hard.  Then a long slow love making.  Slow at first, but gradually
faster, more urgent, till he came in me for the fourth, then the fifth time
in the last half-day.  Finally holding each other till we were asleep once
more.

   I gently kissed his forehead, careful not to wake him, and slipped out
of bed.  I padded across the hall, to Grandma's bathroom, then changed my
mind and went down the hall to the smaller bathroom, so the noise of the
running water might not wake him.

   I showered quickly, then wrapped myself in a bath sheet while I put on
some light makeup, wanting to look nice for Bobby.  Leaving the towel in
the bathroom, I went downstairs to make breakfast for me and my sweetheart.

   Bobby had scrambled some eggs for me last night, so I decided on waffles
this morning.  I also made some sausage links, and loaded a tray with a
plate of waffles, syrup, sausage and two glasses of orange juice.  I
carried the tray upstairs.

   It looked like Bobby was still asleep, so I called, "Bobby!" It took me
three tries till he woke and saw me standing there naked, holding the
breakfast tray.

   "Hi Gorgeous!" he said.

   It was my turn to take care of Bobby, so this time I fed him, taking one
bite for myself for each of his two, feeding him three of the four sausages
along the way.  When everything was gone except for the one sausage, I put
the plate aside and picked the sausage up with my fingers.  "I don't know
why, but there is something I like about sausages," I said.

   I held it up between my two index fingers, then grabbed it by one end. I
put the other end in my mouth and closed my lips around it, then pulled it
slowly out and looked at it again.  "Yummy!"

   Bobby chuckled.  I proceeded to suck on the sausage, pumping it in and
out of my mouth, then licking it.  "Mmm!" I said, stopping and running my
tongue over my lips, making a show for Bobby.  He grinned.  Then I put it
back in my mouth and bit through it, holding now half of a sausage while I
chewed the rest.  Bobby winced, then burst out laughing.

   "Leah you're a mean little tease.  I'm not gonna let you have any more
of my sausage."

   I popped the rest of the sausage in my mouth and licked my fingers. 
"No?" I asked, reaching under the covers and finding his semi-hard cock and
giving it a squeeze.

   "Leah, I have to rest a little bit.  You're gonna wear it right off!"

   I pretended to pout.  "You said we have to have sex everyday!"

   "So I did, and we will, but I gotta have a little time to recover. 
Anyway technically, we already had sex today.  Those last two times were
after midnight."

   I pouted.

   "God Leah.  How I love you!  Let me get up and take a shower.  Let me
rest just a little, then I promise I'll let you play with my sausage some
more.  Is that coffee I smell?"



   Housekeeping

   After breakfast Bobby and I went downstairs to have some coffee.  On the
way past the front windows we saw that it had snowed during the night.  Not
a lot, only two or three inches, but enough that Bobby decided to go out
and clean the walk.

   I stayed inside and stayed naked while I washed to dishes and
straightened up a little.  I went upstairs and made the bed.  I Knew we
would only be messing it up again soon, but I wanted it to look nice and
inviting for Bobby.

   While he was still outside Mom called to check on us.  I told her Bobby
was outside shoveling snow and she said they didn't get any snow, even
though they were only about fifty miles away.  She said Grandma had made
the flight and had called to say she was on the ship and that she would
bring us souvenirs.  Well, I was collecting my own souvenirs and I hoped to
collect a few more this afternoon.

   Bobby finished up outside and came back in, taking off his coat and
boots by the side door.  I went to meet him where the steps came up to
Grandma's kitchen.  He gave me a hug and put his ice cold hands on my butt.
I wiggled and let him keep them there, squeezing and massaging me.  "Does
that feel good?"

   "You know it," he said.

   He finally let me go, after giving me a little slap.  I had felt his
cock getting hard as we embraced and I knew that despite his pleas for
rest, I could get him to fuck me again soon, maybe right now.  Bobby went
into the living room and turned the TV to some college bowl game.

   I went upstairs again because I had remembered that I wanted to have
some towels around to protect Grandma's furniture.  I laid one on the couch
next to Bobby and went back into the kitchen.

   My mom had showed me how to make really good popcorn in a skillet.  It
was much better than microwave popcorn, so I made a nice big bowl of fresh
buttery popcorn and took it into the living room.  I snuggled next to Bobby
on the couch and balanced the bowl on his lap.

   He tried some popcorn and said, "Holy cow Leah!  How much butter did you
put on this?" and held up his greasy fingers.

   "I dunno.  Lots.  Should I measure next time?" I grabbed his hand and
licked his buttery, salty fingers, sucking each one clean while gazing into
his eyes.

   "You know Lee, you are just way too sexy to live.  How am I supposed to
watch the BCS when you are doing stuff like that?"

   I put his hand back in the popcorn bowl and sat up straight, hands on my
lap, pretending to be good.  The bowl was in the way, so I couldn't see if
my finger-licking demonstration had had my desired effect on his cock.  It
must have some effect, because he dug down in the bottom of the bowl and
came up with his fingers actually dripping butter and showed them to me.

   "Um, I guess I did use a bit much," I said.

   He started to reach toward me and I thought he wanted me to suck his
fingers clean again, but when I started to lean forward, he pushed my
shoulder back and coated my breast and nipple with butter, then set the
popcorn bowl aside.  He proceeded to lick my breast and nipple clean.  Now
we were getting somewhere and I was glad I had placed a towel here earlier.

   He reached back into the bowl and got some more butter.  I thought maybe
he would give my other breast the same treatment but he reached down and
coated my mons and outer lips with popcorn butter.  He found my clit with
his slippery fingers and rubbed it with butter too.

   Bobby got off the couch and down on the floor between my legs.  He
scooted me forward so my butt was to the edge and pressed my knees apart.
He wiped his still buttery fingers on my thigh, then began by licking that
off before moving higher.  I was in heaven!

   The whole thing was so erotic.  Being in my Grandma's living room, where
we had played on the floor as children, so many memories around me, while
my brother licked and sucked on my clit!  Then I realized that I still had
some of his cum in me, that he was eating his own cum out of me, and that
sent me over the edge.  I came so hard that Bobby had to hang on for dear
life until I finished.

   When I was calm enough I sat up and started to reach down to undo his
jeans but he stood up.  "Leah, I know you are insatiable, but I really do
want to watch the game.  If you want to stay here with me, you have to
promise to behave."

   He sat down and resumed eating popcorn and watching the game.  "Would
you be a good girl and get me some napkins?"



   The Bowl Game

   I got Bobby some napkins so he could eat popcorn without getting his
fingers and Grandma's furniture greasy, then went up to the bathroom to
wash the left over butter off of me.  I guess Bobby was right, I was
insatiable, because standing at the sink, washing butter off of my tits and
my pussy, I was horny again, even though Bobby had just made me cum for the
sixth time in less than a day.

   I went back downstairs and got out my laptop, went into the dining room,
and tried to concentrate on schoolwork for a while so Bobby could watch his
game, but it wasn't working.  I struggled through one writing assignment
but I knew it wasn't up to my usual standards.  Finally I went into the
living room and asked Bobby if I could sit with him again.

   "If you can be quiet and behave."

   Well, I didn't know if I could but I sat there anyway and tried to get
interested in the game.  I began to wonder what would happen if I couldn't
behave, so finally I asked Bobby, "What if I can't?"

   "Can't what?" he asked, still looking at the screen.

   "Can't be quiet and behave."

   He looked at me then, his eyes flicking up and down over my naked torso.
He turned back toward the TV, "Well then, I guess you'd have to be
spanked."

   Our parents had been known to give us an occasional paddling, but it had
been eight or ten years since I'd last been spanked.  The idea of Bobby
spanking me seemed strangely intriguing, but I wasn't sure, so I did try to
behave.

   For a while.

   I kept thinking about what it would be like if Bobby spanked me.  I
wondered if he really would, or was he just saying it.  The more I thought
about it, the more it began to excite me.  I began to get fidgety.  At
first it was just kind of involuntary fidgety, as the game did not interest
me and I was bored, but the more I thought about a spanking, the more I
wanted to see if Bobby would do it.  My fidgeting got to be purposeful,
designed to provoke Bobby.

   He finally paid attention.  "Leah!"

   "What?"

   "You said you would behave."

   "I'm bored."

   He looked at me, his eyes going down to my breasts, down toward my
crotch, though because of how I was sitting, you couldn't really see
anything there.  "Really, Leah?  One of the biggest games of the year is
on, and you're bored?  You're a spoiled little brat, Lee and I'm going to
give you that spanking."

   He didn't do anything right away, and I think he was waiting to see if I
would protest.  When I didn't, he pulled me, naked, over his jean covered
lap and placed his hand on my bare bottom.  "You understand why you're
getting this?"

   "Yes sir, I'm being a bad girl."

   "There's no such thing, Leah."

   He raised his hand, then brought it down swiftly, landing with a
resounding 'Smack!' It hurt more than I expected, stung, really, and I
yelped.  Bobby held his hand still on me for a moment, then drew back
again, and I waited.  The second swat was harder, but I was ready and I
didn't cry out.

   He hit me three or four more times, each one seeming harder than the
last, and I moaned once, but otherwise kept quiet.  His hand stayed on me,
rubbing my bottom now, and I could feel the warmth he'd created.  His
fingers reached between my legs and I could feel my wetness on them.

   Bobby pushed one finger into me.  "My little pain slut." He worked the
finger in and out of me slowly.  "Grandma doesn't have DVR," he said.  "You
aren't gonna let me watch the game, are you?" I didn't say anything.

   "All right Leah.  You're going to have to make a choice.  I'll either
fuck you now, or tonight, but not both.  If you want it now, you'll have to
wait till tomorrow morning for more, but if you wait until later, I promise
to keep you cumming all night."

   I knew I should wait.  I knew Bobby really DID want to watch the game. I
knew that if I said now, he would hold me to the tomorrow morning promise.
His finger was still pumping in and out of me slowly.  I could feel his
cock hard against my belly.  I couldn't say no.

   "Now please."

   He pulled his finger from me and cupped my pussy with his fingers,
rubbing gently.  I opened my legs, wanting more.  Then, suddenly, he gave
me a little slap, right on my now very wet pussy.  I let out a little grunt
and he rubbed me some more.  Then he started spanking my pussy.

   The slaps were very light, but very rapid.  He kept slapping me with his
open palm.  My clit was poking out and, while his palm and fingers slapped
my cunny lips, his fingertips occasionally landed right on my clit.  He'd
hit me six or eight small, fast slaps, then pause, then slap, slap, slap,
slap six or eight more times.

   Individually, the slaps didn't really hurt, but the constant stimulation
was making my pussy more and more sensitive, my clit poking out more, and
getting hit harder as a result.  Suddenly he drew back, and gave me a much
harder smack and I squealed, squirming.  He resumed the light slaps and
they were starting to sting more, sounding wet as my pussy juiced even
more. He stopped and slid two fingers into me.  I groaned loudly.

   "God!  You really are a little pain slut, aren't you?"

   I didn't want to admit that the spanking had me so hot, so I didn't
answer, but I could feel my pussy practically sucking on his fingers.  He
pulled them out of me.  "Stand up, Leah!"

   I stood and I could see a big wet spot on the thigh of his jeans where I
had leaked all over him.  He stood and said, "You got my fingers all messy,
clean them off," holding them before my face.

   In addition to the me taste, his fingers still tasted slightly of
popcorn butter, and I licked and sucked them as clean as I could.

   "Go upstairs, and bring down a blanket for me to fuck you on."

   As much as I liked Bobby fucking me, I liked him telling me he was going
to do it almost as much!  I ran up the stairs, my naked feet slapping on
the hardwood.  I grabbed a spare blanket and ran back to the living room.
Bobby took the blanket and laid it on the floor, folded in half so it was
double thickness.

   Bobby took off his jeans and his socks, but left his t-shirt and boxers
on.  "Lie down, Lee."

   Dutifully, I got down on the blanket and he knelt next to me.  He told
me to raise my knees, but keep my feet flat on the floor.  He made me
spread my legs and cupped my pussy again.  He started the slapping again
but he didn't continue long.  Soon my pussy was tingling and he circled my
clit with a fingertip.  I thought I was gonna cum right then and I grabbed
the blanket in my fists, but again he stopped.

   Bobby moved around by my feet and he pushed my knees further apart and
up so that my feet were off the floor.  He shoved his boxers down, then he
leaned forward and entered me.  He continued forward, rolling my hips up
off the floor and putting my calves on his shoulders.  My own shoulders
were pushed against the floor and his cock felt bigger than ever before. 
"I'm gonna cum so deep in you, it'll still be leaking out when we get home
next week!"

   He started to fuck me.  He was so deep he was hitting my cervix and that
didn't feel so good, but I was so sensitive after the slapping, and there
was so much pressure on my clit, and the way I could feel his balls on my
butt, I knew I was going to cum soon.  He stared down at me, continuing to
fuck me, until I couldn't take it any more and my pussy clenched down on
him as I actually squirted.  He pounded me harder and soon he was cumming
too.  This time I swear I could feel the spurts of his cum hitting my
cervix and I came again, screaming.

   Bobby spent himself in me, then got off of me, sitting on the end of the
blanket.  We stayed there for several minutes, panting.  The game was over.
I was satisfied.  For now.