Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 8 of 27
Summary: Assassin : ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin 
does more than befriend people when he tries to get close 
to his targets.
Keywords: Mmf, inc, gay, anal, oral, first
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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I had dated Rosalee on Friday night and then she had 
crashed my date with Hailey on Saturday night.  Rather 
than a complete catastrophe, they came to an arrangement 
we all enjoyed.  Now I only had to find some way to 
explain to Anna.

Perhaps my visit to see Mark and Kyra on Sunday might 
give me some ideas.

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As I told Ma and Doug, I spent much of the morning alone 
in my room studying.  Studying the bits and pieces on my 
models.  Not the monster truck I'd bought though I'd use 
that as well but two slightly smaller versions, each with 
special qualities.

Each had a GPS unit - MILSPEC settings for greater 
accuracy with ultrasonic transducers for supplementary 
radar-like imaging - and a device for recording it all.  
The other nifty addition was a video camera - poor 
resolution but small enough to be considered a headlight.

A back channel to the controls allowed the signals to be 
linked to a computer where I could load a program to 
drive them over a set course.

Both were functioning in all regards and I had extra 
battery packs ready-charged.  I packed them away in a 
shopping bag with the controls in a back pack ready for 
the afternoon and found a book to read as I relaxed.

Doug gave me a lift into town and I then grabbed a bus to 
where I'd arranged to meet Mark.  He was alone and I 
naturally sat in the front as he drove me home.

"How was the club?" I asked, easing my hand along his 
thigh.

"I can't believe I haven't done it before.  Picked up a 
girl, I mean.  But you!  Two!"

"That wasn't planned but I guess it didn't hurt did it."

"You didn't really fuck both of them?"

"Hell no.  A little grope, they think you're wonderful.  
People smell a little pussy on you and hey!  Stories get 
told faster than you could make them up."

"I don't think I could go as far as groping."

"So next time I shake hands with you and you don't wash 
it off until people have had a chance to get a whiff."

Mark thought about it.  "Yeah!  That would work.  
Thanks."

"You can thank me later."

Our entrance to Mark's home was not to be a repeat of the 
earlier visit.  What would have happened if I had turned 
up alone - especially if unexpected - I can only wonder 
about.  His father was at home and the servants seemed 
more servile and also more security conscious.  I had no 
doubts they had performed adequately before but now they 
had to be seen to be giving their all.

Mark led me upstairs, making no attempt to introduce me 
to the other members of his family - previously absent.

Mark called out from the top of the stairs.  "Kyra!  
We're here!"

Anyone in the vicinity would have heard that I was here 
to see Kyra as well.  She opened her door and it looked 
as though she had prepared herself specially for me.  She 
was really something to see.

"Wow!"

We went into her room.

"You didn't 'Wow' me!"

"Mate, you're a gorgeous hunk all the time - even when 
you dress daggy - but today...," I indicated Kyra, "well!  
Stunning!"

"Thank you," she responded demurely before asking, as if 
I was Santa Claus, "What's in the sack?"

"Some toys of mine I thought we might like to play with."

"Kinky I hope!  Can I see?"

"In a minute my dear.  I have to thank your brother 
properly for picking me up."

Mark had been waiting to see if I was still interested in 
him; my activities over the last two nights had gone 
further than he considered necessary for cover.  He 
certainly didn't want to listen to my answer when Kyra 
pushed to hear about what had happened even before we had 
stopped kissing.

"You tell her - I'll be back in a while."

"Don't be too long; there's not a lot to tell and I have 
some ideas I hope you'll like."

He got a briefer kiss before I let him go and then I 
concentrated on Kyra.

The school's dress policy was aimed at safety rather than 
modesty but there was no way Kyra would have been able to 
wear this outfit.  Guys would have been trampled trying 
to catch a glimpse of her let alone the grave likelihood 
she would have been raped many times over.

I suspect the top was supposed to be worn with pants - I 
know it should have been worn with panties!  It certainly 
showed how her high heels stretched her calves out.  If 
Kyra had just stood still it wouldn't have mattered but 
she insisted on walking which caused the hem to sway and 
bounce, revealing a hint of muff.

Then again, bending over in front of me wasn't actually 
any worse than correctly bending her knees to pick 
something up while facing me.

And that wasn't considering how she looked above the 
waistline!

Her top had an open neckline - not a plunging one; it has 
to actually be a *NECK* line for it to plunge.  It was 
more that the two sides of her collar met somewhere below 
her belly button.

The loose folds of fabric hung across her breasts 
providing an adequate cover but non-existent protection.

I approached.  "May I?"

Kyra just smiled.  I stood a step away from her and took 
each lapel in a hand and opened them wide.  Was the red 
collar and the cut supposed to imitate her labia?  Closed 
more it might have been more accurate with her belly 
button a stylised cunt or perhaps piss hole and her 
throat a clit that drew one to kiss it.

Her exposed breasts ruined that illusion but I couldn't 
complain.  Kyra had applied cosmetics.  Rouge or lip 
paint?  I don't know?  The result was prominent red nips 
that drew my eyes; stop signs that conversely told me I 
should go - and not out the door.

"Wow!"  I might be getting repetitive but, really, there 
wasn't anything else to be said.

"Charmer!  Tell me what you got up to then.  I didn't see 
any scratches on you or either of the girls."

"I convinced them that fighting was beneath them..."

Kyra scoffed.

"...and pointed out that I wouldn't ask either of them 
out again if we didn't come to a satisfactory agreement."

Kyra's breasts filled my hands and we kissed, her arms 
looped around my neck.

"I can believe that they were more concerned about 
missing out on you.  How did you cement the pact?  Fuck 
them both in the park?"

"Why the park?  Just curious mind."

"Well it is the only place close by where you could but I 
don't really think you went there - the police patrol it 
regularly so you would have been taken back to the 
station while their parents were called instead of coming 
back to the club with stinky fingers."

"There *ARE* other places - if all you plan on doing can 
be hidden by a table top."  I let Kyra make her own 
assumptions.

"So you missed out?  Aw."

"Or just conserved my strength for today.  Are you 
interested in some serious loving later?"

"With you?"  Kyra stepped back and waved her lapels at me 
by shaking her shoulders.  "You need to ask?"

Mark tapped on the door and entered.  Kyra easily 
recognised the difference between her brother and anyone 
else but I turned automatically to the left, ready to 
ungallantly swing Kyra across as a shield.

I relaxed.  Mark had a couple of sodas and a bag of corn 
chips.

"Here"  He handed us a can each and popped his own before 
sagging onto the end of his sister's bed.

"So what *HAVE* you got in your packs?"

"You remember the remote control model cars I was telling 
you about?"

"Model cars!  I thought it was something sexy."

"They will be - trust me.  Here, let me show you."

I released Kyra and gave her my can.  The cars came out 
first and then the controls.  In honour of Kyra's outfit 
I turned the red one on first and sent it spinning around 
the room.

"If it was life-size I might get excited but why do you 
think that would make me hot?"

"It is quite powerful.  I can take it mountain climbing - 
want to see?"

"Okay, show me."  Mark gave the other car a close 
inspection while Kyra spoke.

"The only thing that's touchy is the antenna wire.  If it 
bends you never quite get the kink out.  Everything else 
is either unbreakable or doesn't matter.  There's a 
switch underneath and then one on the side of the 
controls."  Mark found the buttons while I took charge of 
Kyra.

"Put the cans out the way - where they won't get knocked 
over.  Right now lay down here.  No, I'm not kidding.  
Good.  And can you spread your top.  Nice!  Very Nice!"

I made sure Kyra was aware that opening her front lifted 
a hem that wasn't successfully covering her anyway.

"Stay still."

I made the car perform a high speed circle, coming back 
to race up one side of her and then back down to race 
down the other - she must have felt the wind pass her 
bare arms and legs.  I brought it around and bumped 
against the soles of her feet.

"That tickles."

"Stay still!"

The best path would require I send my vehicle up Kyra's 
ankle, although climbing her wrist to her waist wasn't a 
bad alternative if I could get her to move her arm out 
from her side a little.

She giggled, reminding me of Rosalee, as I pushed the 
controls forward and it found traction.  A little burst 
of power and a quick turn and it was on top of her.

"Keep your knees together."

I ran the car across her shins and onto her thighs.  I 
had been carefully driving parallel to the meeting of 
Kyra's legs but now made a tiny diversion so the studded 
tyre crossed the underbrush rather than the bare ground.

Another giggle but older, sexier.

We hit the plains and Kyra was almost laughing.

"It feels funny."

It would feel something else in a second I hoped.

Kyra's eyes crossed as one tyre rose up her breast, 
tilting the vehicle precariously.  I brought it to rest 
and flicked a couple of switches; the other three wheels 
were now locked.  I pressed the accelerator lever forward 
just a fraction and the wheel began to turn - alone.  At 
higher speeds this would have been painful and could have 
been injurious.  With my deft touch I kept changing the 
gear from forward to reverse so my barely moving tyre 
simply pushed Kyra's nipple back and forth.

Kyra burst out laughing from her joy at my ingenuity 
rather than to ridicule me.  The shaking of her body 
threatened the stability of the car; I released the 
wheels and drove it off her shoulder, the back wheel 
following the front up and over the mound with it's hard 
spiky summit.

"Earthquake!" Mark teased and when Kyra laughed again he 
pointed to her shaking breasts and added, "It's off the 
Richter scale."

"Can they do anything else?" asked Kyra.  I declined to 
ask if she was referring to her tits rather than the 
cars.

"I've got one trick that might be useful.  Can I put a 
program on your computer?"  I looked from one to the 
other.

"What is it?"  asked Kyra.

"It uses the controls to drive the cars for us."

"It's safe?"

"I got the source from a hobby group and added some more 
smarts to it myself so I know it doesn't do anything 
else."

"Okay then."

I plugged in my mem-drive and copied across a simple 
program that did exactly what I said it did.  The other 
files on the stick of RAM were exactly the mix of garbage 
and useful tools a seventeen year old hobbyist would be 
expected to have; my viruses and hacking tools were 
hidden away where only I could get them and I didn't need 
them for this job.

"Now what?"

I plugged the controls into the PC and initialised the 
interface.

"Okay, let me train them."

I made the red car perform a large figure-8 after 
pressing a couple of keys.  Then I got the yellow car to 
perform an overlapping circle.

"Now watch this."  I put the controls down and went to 
the computer desk instead.

The red car started around the track - the difference 
between my starting and finishing points smoothed out by 
the software.

I let it run slowly, not at all impressive to watch, 
until I had spotted when to bring the other car into play 
as well.

I wasn't perfect but that was why I started slowly.  It 
gave me time to throttle back and then to accelerate once 
more.  The computer controlled the path, I the absolute 
speed.

Now I had them synched I revved them up a little higher.  
Still okay, a little more.  *NOW* it was quite 
spectacular and I had seen it before!  Still the sameness 
did get boring so I halted the program after a while.

"Not bad driving.  What else can they do?"  Mark was 
quite interested in them.

"Lie down on your back and he'll show you," teased Kyra.

"Well if we map out an area one car can find the other."

"How?"

I took up one of the controls and made the yellow car 
perform a circuit of the room.

"That's the included space - now we need to define the 
excluded spaces."

I drove the car in a rectangle around Kyra's settee, 
coffee table and recliner.  As I did so the white shape 
that had appeared on the black background began to 
develop black holes.

"Okay Mark, drive the red car anywhere you like.  I'll 
put mine against the wall where it will hide it's eyes 
and count to one hundred - or five if we want a shorter 
count down."

Mark put his car between the coffee table and the sofa.

"Okay?  You won't need your controls."

I clicked a button on the computer screen.  My car backed 
away from the wall and began an odd journey.  It turned 
around slowly then darted across the floor until it 
stopped just before the wall then span around again.

It appeared crazy but it was breaking the area up into a 
number of overlapping slivers.  Pictures from its camera 
would be compared against slightly different ones where 
parallax allowed the relative nearness of an object to 
roughly calculated.  It didn't even need to use the 
ultrasonics.

The system couldn't see as such, it could only pick up 
the boundary between light and dark or patches of colour.  
It wasn't bad at working out what didn't belong in the 
designated "empty" area.

Mark had given it pretty good cover but it was just a 
matter of time before my car found it.  The bumper bar 
gently hit the stationary car on the side and the red car 
accelerated away to a neutral corner while the yellow car 
moved off more sedately to come to rest some distance 
away.

"What's happening?" asked Mark.

"The yellow car tagged the red one so it's gone to count 
while the red one is hiding."

"You're joking!"

"The computer is playing hide and seek - with itself?  
Doesn't it cheat?" asked Kyra.

"It could but that would be no fun.  The computer can 
know things with two different parts of its memory and 
not share the information.  That way the second part, 
that's the red car now, has to find where the first part 
has moved to."

"How big an area can it search?" asked Mark.

"I've had it in a back yard with plenty of obstacles but 
it took more like half an hour."

"Our backyard is gigantic - it would probably take a 
week."

There was a tap at the bedroom door and Kyra motioned for 
Mark to take it while she disappeared into her bathroom.

"I think I know who this might be..."  Mark pulled the 
door open and a younger girl stood there.

"Hi Mark.  What's the noise?  Cool.  Can I see them?  Oh, 
hello."

"Hi there," I answered.

"Michelle, this is Roger from school, the cars are his.  
Roger this is The Brat, otherwise allegedly my younger 
sister Michelle or Shelly or Belly Button Breath or 
Sme..."  He deliberately paused.

"Enough!" Michelle cried out.  "I'll tell Dad you are 
picking on me.  Where's Kyra?"

"You love it Brat.  She's gone where all the good girls 
go.  You know where that is don't you?"

"No."

"Oh, so you're not a good girl then.  Maybe I should tell 
Dad that *YOU* admitted you weren't good."

Michelle poked her tongue out at him.  It was a side of 
Mark he kept concealed.

There was the muted sound of probably unnecessary 
flushing and Kyra rejoined us.  Loose floppy pants now 
covered her legs and an old sweater had replaced the 
designer top though I noted Kyra still hadn't bothered 
with a bra.

"You in my room again!"

"Mark let me in."

"Hey, I just opened the door."

"You don't mind me being here, do you Roger?"

"Don't involve guests!  Now apologise."

"Sorry Roger."

"Forgiven Michelle."  It was an interesting insight into 
the family's dynamics.

>>>
     Mark and Kyra's mother had been divorced when they
     had been quite small and their father had remarried
     shortly thereafter to ensure they had someone to
     care for them.  It certainly could not have been for
     his own needs (Ha!) and he certainly wouldn't let
     their mother take care of them.

     She started seeing lawyers to improve her access and
     perhaps even get custody but she should have
     realised from the initial judge's ruling of her as
     unfit that her ex-husband was not to be trifled
     with.

     Her suit was never filed.  There was no-one to
     direct the lawyer to do so and a colleague suggested
     to him in passing that his career would not suffer
     by an absence of any missing person's report.

     Beverley arrived at the alter with Michelle already
     prominent inside her.  Thirteen years older than his
     new twenty year old bride, Adam Pringle didn't mind
     another addition to his family - it proved his
     virility to those who judged manliness by a person's
     motile semen count.

     Kyra didn't mind her new step-mother at first but
     when Michelle was born and Kyra, not only displaced
     as Only Daughter but doubly now as Daddy's Favourite
     Female, began to feel an antipathy towards both her
     new sister and that sister's mother.

     Mark on the other hand was in eager six year old
     mode, willing to follow his toddling sister around
     when his new mommy asked him to while managing to
     still stay close to his twin.  With no stronger link
     than any other brother and sister except a greater
     degree of shared experiences, Mark and Kyra grew
     stronger through adversity - a series of nanny
     types; child minders of one sort or another whose
     job was mainly to see that Daddy's kids were only
     there when he wanted them.  He did a lot of his
     business from home and couldn't have his spawn
     underfoot.

     That was with the exception of his youngest, and an
     only child for her mother - Adam didn't want to
     ruin Beverley's figure.  Michelle had been
     introduced unknowingly to some of society's scum
     who, since they were never told otherwise, believed
     her an only child.  That doesn't mean they were
     disreputable lowlifes.  No, scum floats to the top
     and so these were highly reputable lowlifes.

     Adam found himself becoming a bigger fish in just
     the right-sized pond.  There was enough wealth,
     power, and opportunity around to give him and his
     family the best of everything without the worry that
     others would be tempted to add his slice of the pie
     to their plates.  That sort of thing was supposed to
     occur in the biggest population centres but here he
     knew his "rivals" personally and, since their
     interests only slightly overlapped, the city had
     remained strife-free and they had been similarly
     kept free of hassles thanks to police and DAs who
     owed them favours.

     Adam could give his family the best of everything
     but he chose to send Mark and Kyra to the local
     state school.  That might have actually been the
     best for them since, as their father's (often
     exaggerated) reputation became more widely known,
     their classmates saw it more as a matter of bravado
     and disobedience to befriend them.  At a more
     exclusive school the "friendships" might possibly
     have been based on future opportunity.

     But the friendships were platonic - Mark not wanting
     a girlfriend and the boys generally steering clear
     of a girl who might be dangerous to dump.  What they
     got from the others was unsatisfactory to their
     emerging sexual selves - which put them at my mercy.
<<<

But I had to put my plans on hold a little longer while 
this youngster was here.

"You're still here!"

"Mark, would your father mind if we drove them around the 
back yard for a while.  I was thinking on that lawn area 
we can see from the window."

Kyra looked disgusted with me.

"No, he's over the other side of the house so the noise 
won't bother him."

He too was puzzled.  Going outside wasn't going to let us 
fool around and his pants kept getting crowded each time 
he thought of us together.

"I was curious how well the transmitters would work over 
this distance.  We can try to drive them from up here."  
I looked at Kyra, "And perhaps then Michelle can watch 
them without getting into trouble."

Michelle looked at me as if I was a hero defending her 
from a grouchy old dragon.

"That would be great!"

"How about you race them down there, if it would be okay 
driving them inside?" I checked with Mark.  "It will 
since Michelle will be involved," he admitted without 
rancour towards her.  Any disappointment would only be 
with his father.

"Okay then, Michelle, don't run down the stairs - they 
have to go slow so that would be cheating.  Do you want 
red or yellow Mark?"

He took one set of controls after I disconnected them 
from the computer.

"Coming with us Kyra or staying here?  We won't be long."

"I'll wait here - where it's quiet!" She answered me 
while glaring at her sister.

"Okay then."  I turned to instruct Mark.  "Throttle back 
and brake gently on the stairs.  If they don't have too 
much speed they should be okay.  Don't worry if they 
tumble - but try not to crash into the wall or anything 
valuable - I don't want a bill for repainting or a 
replacement Ming vase."

Kyra opened the door and shooed her sister through.  Eyes 
raised to heaven she sent us out as well.

I made my car move past Michelle to herd her.

"I'll race you to the top of the stairs - but don't go 
down them.  We'll start fresh at the bottom because the 
stairs are a skill challenge not speed.  Right?"

"Okay."

The car raced towards Michelle's ankles and bit into the 
floor as it came to an abrupt halt without touching her.  
I gave the lever a little jab and the bumper hit the side 
of her shoe.  Michelle moved, suddenly, and was off.  I 
pushed the lever forward and it was off, following her 
with a shrill, small motor scream.

She sped down the corridor, pulling herself up short by 
grabbing the corner of the balustrade.  My car raced past 
her, slowing and then performing a clumsy three-point 
turn to come back to where Mark had the red car waiting.

"Now just try to keep it straight and moving forward with 
just the back wheels braking.  If it lifts up and the car 
is still moving the front will get out from under the 
centre of balance before it has a chance to flip."

"What?" chorused both Mark and Michelle.

"Just keep moving forward - slowly!"

I demonstrated.  It was really like running down a hill - 
a controlled fall.  You couldn't try to stop or you'd 
tumble, the best you could hope for was to keep your feet 
and try not to accelerate too much.

There was a turn I managed by taking it wide at the start 
and turning early so the angle never got too great.  The 
bottom half of the staircase I had to manage by watching 
through the upright posts.

Mark crashed on the corner to Michelle's delight - he 
hadn't done badly to get it there though but he had left 
his turn too late and built up too much sideways 
movement.  His car didn't quite turn completely over but 
the wheels, spinning faster as they passed over the 
temporary top of the vehicle, skidded against the 
woodwork and sped it ever faster towards the bottom.

"Throttle back!  Don't brake!  Steer straight!"  There 
wasn't time for me to pass on all the necessary 
instructions nor for Mark to heed them.  The car toppled 
forward, catching and passing my yellow model waiting 
patiently at the foot of the stairs.

"I'm glad you manage your car a bit more carefully," I 
teased, giving him a punch to the shoulder.

Had his father been watching we would have been two guys 
fooling around with guy things and no suggestion of us 
being shy and sensitive soul-mates.  A bit stereotypical 
perhaps but after Mark's earlier "adventure" that is how 
I read Adam Pringle's view of his son.

There was no sign of "Dad" as I was led through the 
downstairs hallway by a chattering Michelle.  She kept 
going on about the spectacular spill and wasn't my 
driving fantastic and how she wished she could have a 
turn and....

"Enough Shelley.  If you can keep quiet maybe Roger will 
let you try the controls."  His eyes pleaded for me to 
grant her wish.

"Yeah, I think that can be arranged."

Michelle promptly shut up - for the five steps until she 
was outside.

"How do you do it?" she asked even as she was turning to 
face us.

"Let's see how they go on the lawn first."

"They had better run as smoothly as if they were on the 
road," said a feminine voice from behind us.  "The 
gardener is paid a fortune to look after it."

"Hi Mummy.  This is Roger and he's letting me drive his 
cars."

"One of them.  *MAYBE*!"  Mark couldn't curtail her 
enthusiasm.

"Roger is from school.  This is Michelle's mom, 
Beverley."

"Hello Mrs Pringle."

"Oh Beverley's okay Roger.  Nice to meet you.  Mark 
doesn't bring many of his friends home."

"Kyra doesn't you mean."

I stared at my boots and wished for a blush on my face.  
I doubt I came close but hoped I looked youthfully 
foolish.  When I looked up again Beverley was smiling at 
me in the most attractive way.  I could see why Adam 
Pringle had decided to trade up and marry her; after 
twelve years she still looked fresh.  What?  She was 
thirty two and probably looked twenty seven or eight.  
I'd had lovers older than her when I *WAS* seventeen 
instead of playing it (and I don't count the granny or 
the males).  The age gap between Adam and Beverley was 
about the same as between Beverley and myself.

Mark had driven his car onto the lawn and Michelle had 
followed with interest.  I must have been staring for 
Beverley did blush and I unfroze.

"Sorry."

"I'll treat it as a compliment."

"It was."  I turned back to my car.  There was no 
advantage in allowing myself to be seduced by Beverly 
even if I could get her to try.  Though I knew she wasn't 
related to Kyra I couldn't help imagining her as a 
slightly older version of the girl waiting upstairs.  How 
would Beverley react to a tyre spinning on the crest of 
her mound?

Down boy!  You won't do any good scaring the little girl 
or hearing her ask awkward questions and the same thing 
probably applied to the MILF.

"Here you go.  Hold it here.  Right, now this lever moves 
it faster or slower and this one turns you left or right.  
Push that all the way across and move the other one a 
little bit forward."

"Hey, it's going in circles!"

"Now relax your thumb and it will go straight.  That's 
fast enough.  Turn again and back; now right around...and 
stop!  Good.  Have you been taking Mark's car out for a 
spin when he hadn't been watching?"

"So it's you who's been filling the ashtray with 
bubblegum wrappers!  'Fess up Shell."

She just grinned at her dopey brother.  If he was like 
this all the time I could see why she got on well with 
him.  Maybe that's why Kyra was antagonistic - she saw 
Michelle as a rival for Mark's attention.

"Can you line yours up next to Michelle's please Mark?  
I'll start you off and you can see who races fastest on 
the straight.  Are you ready?  Okay 3-2-1-Go!"

Mark got out of the blocks first but I could see he 
wasn't giving it all the juice he could have.  Michelle 
caught up about halfway down the lawn and Mark then made 
a real race of it ending up narrowly beaten.

"See how good your driving is then Michelle.  Take it 
down to the tree and see if you can go around it three 
times.  Try not to go off the lawn."

She did okay though her circles were anything but 
concentric - or particularly circular really.  It didn't 
matter, with three loops I had enough data to map a 
smaller exclusion zone.  Likewise the race gave me a 
length and her earlier practise had defined the width.  
All I had to do was retrieve the controls and make my way 
back upstairs with Mark.

"Shall we see how they go from a distance?"

That was my cue for Mark and he came through.

"Hand back the controls now Shell.  You can watch them 
but don't try to grab them okay?"

"Okay.  Thanks Roger.  They are great."

As we went inside I heard Michelle talking to her mother.

"Can I have a car like that?  Please Mummy?"

I didn't wait to hear the reply - sometimes it didn't do 
to get too close to people.

---

Kyra had compromised while we had been gone and opened 
the door to our rat-tat-tat wearing the sweater - and 
just the sweater.

"Hey, nice!"  I cupped her butt as we entered and then 
made my way to the computer.

"First, a quick upload of the data points."

I opened the map screen and used the mouse to set the 
boundaries from the GPS tracks.

"Okay, now the computer knows where the cars are allowed 
to go, lets set it to play tag."

I clicked on a button and we went to the window.  The 
cars started moving and Michelle looked up from the 
patio.  Mark waved so I raised my hand as well and 
Michelle waved back.

"That should buy us some time, don't you think?"

"How?" asked Kyra.

"Well," I answered as I walked over to stand in front of 
her brother, "if Mark and I are sending the cars all over 
the place we can't be doing this, can we?"

My arms went around his back and drew him to me.  There 
was excitement in his kiss; eager anticipation of what 
was to come, of what was already overly delayed.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered by his ear.

"Damn!  I was hoping you'd fuck me again," complained 
Kyra.

"Why can't I?"

"There's not going to be time to do both, surely."

"I said I was hoping for something special.  Why can't 
Mark fuck me while I'm fucking you?  A sandwich!"

Kyra looked at Mark.  "Do you want to?"

"If I get to come I don't mind what we do."

I knew that was an exaggeration; he just wasn't 
interested in pussy or the body that carried one around.

To Mark, Kyra was a special sexless object, neither 
desirable male nor unwanted female.  He could bear her 
presence with no difficulty and not even the hint of 
incestuous interest other brothers and sisters were 
likely to experience.

"How do we do this?" he asked me.

"Well I could eat you for a little while first and then 
you could suck on me while I blow Mark, or..."

"Or what?" both siblings asked at the same time.

"If Mark were to lie on his back and Kyra lie on him on 
*HER* back, I could swap back and forth eating you both.  
That's what I'd prefer."

"But you don't get eaten then."

"If I get to be in a sandwich I don't mind at all."

"I'm game," said Kyra.  "What do you say?"

"If it makes Roger happy, sure."

Wasn't that sweet.  In some ways I was sorry I didn't 
actually fancy Mark.  He was a nice guy and deserved 
sincerity from a lover.

Mark remembered our previous encounter and used Kyra's 
bathroom to freshen up; he returned with his pants in his 
hand.

"Okay!"  I intercepted him and cupped balls and package 
through his briefs with both my hands.  "I've been 
thinking of you and your little friends all week!"  My 
tongue found Mark's tonsils.

As he kissed back I lowered his waistband and them 
stopped to sink to my knees where I sunk his rod to the 
back of my throat.

Mark moaned and I stopped.  A little nip to the fleshy 
head and I stood so he could lie on Kyra's bed.

I faced her - and took hold of the sweater.  I lifted the 
hem until it was gathered under her armpits, not wanting 
to removed too much of her clothing just in case we had 
visitors.

I made her sit on Mark's belly with his prick poking 
through her thighs from behind.  She looked but didn't 
touch.  He *WAS* her brother!  I held her arm while she 
lowered herself back onto Mark's chest and then knelt 
between their knees.  A pair of pushes and their thighs 
spread in wide Vees.

Kyra first - just to wet the area.  I could feel Mark's 
prick poking against my throat (from the outside this 
time) and I have no doubt he must have felt my adam's 
apple bumping up and down as I swallowed.

With Kyra beginning to flood nicely - and tastily - I 
swapped to Mark.  If I'd rubbed my neck against him, I 
now stared directly into Kyra.  I could watch, or close 
my eyes and rub my nose and forehead against her as I 
bobbed and sucked on her brother, or...

I removed my mouth from Mark's knob and moved a little 
lower to lick his balls.  My forehead pressed his hard 
prick back against the surface of Kyra's pussy but 
neither protested.  Perhaps it was a case of neither of 
them wanting to be the first to acknowledge that their 
genitals were in contact.

Pre-marital sex had never been seriously banned though 
most societies gave some lip service to it being wrong.

Oral sex was similarly treated as anything from openly 
acknowledged by presidents to an aberration or even to an 
abomination - but still within the realms of social 
acceptance in most places.

Gay sex was more closely proscribed though hypocritically 
males were condemned by people who would cheerfully watch 
two women loving each other - provided of course that 
*THEY* only did it for the sex; heavens help them if they 
actually wanted to set up a family!

But though couples had supporters for each of these 
activities, public support for an incestuous contact 
would be near impossible to find and that probably from 
people likely to be after the same support themselves.

I moved my mouth sideways along the underside of Mark's 
shaft, my tongue extended so that the tip scraped over 
Kyra's outer lip as it slid up the side of the penis.  
The top of his shaft must have rubbed back and forth 
across Kyra's inner lips and hood.  Though Mark probably 
felt no real pleasure at the contact with a relatively 
insensitive part of his flesh, I'm sure Kyra would have 
been well aware of it.

I reached the head and pushed it back against a furry 
bump.  Now I had the whole shaft where I could move it 
from one side of Kyra's triangle to the other.  My tongue 
circled around it and I could taste Mark's emissions.  A 
little movement up and over and I had the knob inside my 
mouth again while my cheek was pressed against Kyra's 
pubes.  I sucked and was rewarded by both his groan of 
approval (in his sister's ear) and his hips lifting 
against her weight as he tried to drive himself deeper 
into my mouth.

He was ready - it was Kyra's turn again.

I had been pressed against their left legs while my head 
was twisted and I moved back to the centre.  Mark's shaft 
was bent away from Kyra as my head turned and I let it 
slip from between my lips to wetly smack into Kyra's 
pussy.  Kyra gave the moan this time and I think she 
would have been quite happy for me to do it again... and 
perhaps then again and again.

I wanted the taste of her pussy in my mouth again though 
so I pushed Mark's prick over to one side with my face.  
As I worked my mouth around Kyra's pussy, my cheek rubbed 
along his hardness this time where it was trapped next to 
Kyra's thigh.

Kyra was soaking.  I think she had been very conscious of 
her brother beneath her but whether only as a male or 
more significantly didn't really matter.  I did, for a 
minute, lament Mark's lack of interest in girls as well 
as boys though - if he *HAD* been willing to get involved 
with his sister I might have tried to get a couple of 
weeks extension on my job so we could have tried out even 
more fun things.  I somehow expect that might have been a 
lost cause before I even started unless someone "up 
there" enjoyed that aspect of my reports.

I brought Mark back into things.  It was simply a matter 
of self-interest - I didn't want him pumping too hard 
when he fucked me.  I was going to be sore for a day or 
two as it was; it had been a while for me!

I pushed him back along Kyra's centre line.  She moved as 
the head triggered "I want to be fucked" signals in her 
crotch and it engaged the entrance to her cunt.  I only 
had to press the head in a little further and their 
bodies might have taken over.  Instead I slid my finger 
behind the shaft and took him back inside my mouth.

I covered the underside of his knob with my flattened 
tongue and covered the top with my lip.  My nose was then 
tickled by Kyra's curls.

I licked, I sucked, I fucked Mark awkwardly with my mouth 
and I made him come.  I had him gripping Kyra as he 
thrust upwards past her pussy and had him filling my 
mouth with his emissions so I had to swallow over and 
over.

Eventually he stopped and I could feel him shrinking 
slowly.  I let him go, standing to look down on brother 
and sister.  Kyra was flushed and the redness of her face 
was matched by that of her swollen pussy.  Mark's prick 
now drooped away from her and I offered her my hand.

"That was amazing.  I could feel Mark coming against me."

She slipped in under my arm and hugged me while I offered 
Mark my hand next.

"You have got some weird ideas Roger," he grinned.  "Keep 
them coming!"

He slipped in under my other arm and pressed his mouth to 
mine.  I wasn't aware if he realised he would taste the 
semen that had recently filled my mouth but when Kyra 
eagerly took his place for her own kiss she abruptly 
ended the kiss almost as soon as it had started.

She looked at me and then at Mark and then appeared a 
little ill.  I had given her a taste of what I had 
experienced before but it must have been insignificant.  
This time I hadn't cleared my mouth out and she must have 
felt the slime as well as gotten a far stronger taste.

I didn't know what to say to her and so I just held her - 
with Mark's other arm finishing our semi-naked triangle.  
Kyra must have finished her internal debate fairly 
quickly as her expression returned to something more 
normal.

She hugged us both though she made no attempt to kiss me 
again.

Mark disappeared into the bathroom and I held Kyra with 
both arms.  "I like how you taste."

"And I'd rather my flavour on your lips myself."

"I'd better give the cars a rest."

I went over to the windows and held the controls where 
they were more visible as I cancelled the commands on the 
computer.

Michelle was down there and looked up.  I waved and got a 
wave back.

---

Kyra grabbed some drinks for us this time and returned to 
find Mark sucking on my prick.

"Good thing I wasn't Dad," she cautioned him.

"I don't think I care any more."

"You should at least wait until you get away to college," 
I suggested.  Not that it was necessary since his father 
should cease to be a problem to him well before then.

With my mouth rinsed out Kyra was willing to kiss me 
again and I got her to hold the base of my penis as she 
did so.  That meant she felt her brother's lips make 
contact with the side of her thumb and finger when he 
managed to get deep enough.  He did so a few times - 
perhaps trying to impress me by deep throating me or 
maybe just challenging his sister to try and do better 
herself.

I encouraged Kyra to lay back next to me and slid my 
fingers between her legs.  She had enjoyed coming before 
- of that I was sure - but there was no indication she 
had had enough.  Her legs spread to give me all the room 
I needed and I teased her a little by running my fingers 
across the scalloped region where the top of her thighs 
met the cushion of her outer lips.  Except at the very 
top it was smooth and hairless and I could see the 
closeness of my fingers was driving her crazy.  I 
relented and walked them - like Thing Addams - across the 
soft downy surface.  Kyra smiled at me and I parted the 
underbrush that thickly filled the central gully and 
found my way inside to coat my fingertips.  I spread the 
wetness around.

"I think we might be ready Mark.  Can I have my toolkit 
please?"

I directed Mark to my backpack and when he gave me the 
toolkit I moved screwdrivers and socket set aside to 
reveal a tube of lube and a few condoms.

I double checked it was lube and not super-crazy glue 
before dropping my trousers and giving myself a good 
squirt up the ass.

"You pulled a funny face," teased Kyra.

"It was cold."  I handed it to Mark to apply externally 
to himself then tore open a condom and rolled it down my 
damp, hard penis.

"Ready?" I asked Kyra.

"Mmm.  Willing and able!  You'd better be!"

I positioned myself at the side of the bed and looked at 
Mark.  "Just be gentle until we know what we can manage.  
Okay?"

He grinned.  "Just enjoy yourself with Kyra - you won't 
even know I'm there."

"I'd better!"

Kyra watched as I aligned the little rubber reservoir at 
the tip with the entrance to her cunt.  I leaned forward 
and sunk into her.  That made her smile at me and I guess 
I probably looked as goofy.

I pulled back, holding her hips, and pushed back in more 
forcefully.  I was enjoying the feel of her around me and 
lay down along her body using my arms to bear some of my 
weight.

We were aligned perfectly to kiss as my hips raised and 
lowered me into her.

I felt Mark move to stand closer.  His legs brushed mine 
and his groin rubbed against my buttocks, delightfully 
teasing.  He guided the head of his prick was guided up 
and down along the crevice between my butt cheeks and he 
too found a little dent to rest the tip against.

I relaxed as best I could which meant I was reasonably 
prepared.  I couldn't do the full guru thing and slow my 
breathing and heart rate (although I wasn't bad at 
confusing if not entirely fooling a polygraph) but I 
could more importantly ensure that my sphincter wasn't 
going to put up a fight.

He felt big and as always I wondered if this was what a 
woman experienced when a man entered her cunt.  
Thankfully he was gentle and didn't just ram himself in.  
He manoeuvred the head in and waited for a little while 
before feeding a little more hose into the chute.  If 
this was his first fuck then at least he'd read up on 
what to do and what not to do.

Kyra waited patiently as I adjusted to being both 
penetrater and penetrated; to surrounding and being 
surrounded, then Mark began to back off and I pushed 
myself deeper into Kyra at the same time so that, when 
*HE* pushed forward, I could push back and actively begin 
to fuck both of them.

Now I'm not the least bit interested in seeking out a guy 
when it comes to my personal pleasure but I'm not 
ignorant of why gay men continue to bump butts.  If it 
didn't feel good they wouldn't keep doing it - and being 
fucked by Mark began to feel very good.  He held my 
shoulders as he began to work up a steady rhythm; this 
pinned me to Kyra's face somewhat and she must have 
noticed my growing passion as his thrusts buried him deep 
inside me.  Not being put off by homosexuality did give 
me the best of both worlds sometimes!

Mark's movements were not perfectly coordinated with mine 
and, as they came to be in phase instead of 180ø opposed, 
his actions reinforced mine so that after I had pushed 
myself forward his thrust into me would bump me even 
deeper into Kyra.

At other times my ring, clenching of it's own accord, 
would briefly jerk me to a halt as I tried to move one 
way while Mark moved in the other.  Instead of a regular 
in-and-out, Kyra and I experienced a chaotic 
unpredictability.

Kyra had raised her knees around my waist; tilting 
herself so my thrusts went deeper.  Her shins and feet 
made contact with her brother's arms and side and she 
looked past my shoulder to watch his lustful expressions 
as I buried my face in her neck.  She seized his wrists 
and pulled me closer to her before thrusting upwards with 
her hips as my shoulders allowed her to brace herself.

The tempo around my hips built as both twins sought a 
frantic release.  I had expected to be ahead of them 
since they had already come once but the condom must have 
helped me to last.  At least as far as Kyra was 
concerned; Mark's thrusts brought an undulled pleasure 
and I did not conceal it from Kyra as I grunted into her 
neck while I pushed back.

I felt the change in Mark before I felt his release 
filling me.  He was bareback - I couldn't get pregnant 
and I was fairly certain this was his first time doing 
something other than oral sex.

My ring was sensitive to the pulses and deep inside I 
could feel, not the growing wetness as such, but the 
added lubrication that allowed Mark to increase the speed 
of his final attempts to bury himself ever deeper.

He came and with his prick still deep inside me I 
followed; my own bucking as I lifted his weight to come 
crashing back into Kyra might have left her a little 
bruised but it brought her to an orgasmic conclusion that 
she would remember favourably with each little twinge.

She pressed her scream into my neck, fortunately keeping 
her teeth to herself and opened her eyes when finished to 
look into her brother's face as he lay slumped over my 
back.

I had my forearms under Kyra's armpits and could support 
some of the weight over her chest but not all of it and 
if I was sandwiched, she was pleasantly crushed.  Well, 
for a while it was pleasant.

I felt my muscles contracting to force Mark from me.  I'd 
taken steps to clean myself out before leaving home and 
was confident there would be no unwelcome surprises.  Of 
course I would need to get to the bathroom soon in any 
case and suggested to Mark he might like to clean first.

It would take some of the physical pressure off of Kyra 
and get him out of the way should we be interrupted - I 
was sure his father would be less inclined to treat me 
harshly if only Kyra and I were found in a compromising 
situation.

Besides, I wanted to enjoy winding down with Kyra.  I'd 
enjoyed my little experiment but now that I had them 
hooked I could play things a little differently.  Oh, I 
didn't doubt Mark and I would have sex again, but I would 
likely be able to keep my butt to myself now.  Of course 
that might mean scaling things back similarly with Kyra 
but I personally was getting plenty to keep me happy 
elsewhere and I might be able to use my magic digits to 
keep her happy instead.

For now I just kissed her while carefully withdrawing 
with a hand on the base of the condom.

"What's it like?"

"What?"

"Getting fucked."

"I'd have thought you knew."

"I meant back there, in the ass."

"It can hurt if you're not ready.  It can feel pretty 
good too.  Why?"  As if I didn't know.

"Curious.  I might want to try - one day."

"Perhaps Mark would oblige; then I could be underneath 
and you could be the meat in the sandwich."

"He's my brother!"

"Yeah but that only really matters if he has got a 
baseball bat to hit you with or cons you somehow or if 
you risk getting pregnant.  If you both want it and he's 
only pumpin' your rump then I can't see any problem - no 
worse than what we got up to today surely."

"I dunno."

Mark might not have been interested anyway.  I was sure 
"Dad" would blow up even higher than he might have if 
he'd found us together today.  I didn't really want to 
get caught - I could certainly turn it into an accidental 
homicide while defending myself but that was one of the 
less-preferred scenarios.

Mark came out and I climbed off of Kyra.  "Are you okay 
for a minute or two?"

Her bladder would have gotten a bit of stimulation but 
she wasn't beginning to leak thanks to my condom.

"Yeah."

I disappeared and tried unsuccessfully to listen through 
the door as I cleaned myself up.

Mark was dressed and Kyra had her pants back on as well 
leaving me the only one naked (from the waist down).  
Kyra took over the bathroom, pressing her fingers to my 
lips as she passed.

I quickly dressed and then took Mark in my arms.

"God that felt good.  You were in so deep."  I kissed him 
and he blushed.

I knew Mark hadn't had much opportunity to be praised for 
his lovemaking.  He clung to me - Mark, the attractive, 
muscular stud that could have had almost any girl that he 
wanted!

"I love you," he declared.  I answered with a kiss and a 
hug that suggested a reciprocation on my part.  We were 
still at it when Kyra came out.

"Boys, boys, boys!  I can't leave you alone for a 
minute!"

She lifted her top to expose her breasts and then donned 
a bra.  "I guess we'd better be seen downstairs."

"Yeah."  I moved to the computer and disconnected the 
controls.  "Here you are Mark.  I'd better put on a 
display with Kyra for your folks."

"Beverley isn't our folks," Kyra snapped, "and Michelle's 
just a brat."

"She can't help what they turned her into."  Mark 
gallantly stood up for their young sister.

"She didn't seem too bad," I cautiously suggested.

"Oh, she can be," Mark was honest.  "You haven't seen her 
when she hasn't gotten her own way.  She can mope for 
days once the screaming has died down."

"Yeah," added Kyra, "now tell him how long it's been 
since they *HAVEN'T* given in to her at the first hint of 
an indrawn breath!"

"Okay - I agree she can be a brat."

"Bitch is more like it."

I handed her the other controls. "Come on then, show her 
up with your driving!"

---

I met Adam Pringle for the first time when his voice 
interrupted us as Kyra and Mark raced each other around 
the lawn.

"Aren't you going to introduce me Kyra?"

Her car came to a halt.  We turned and I moved a little 
away from Kyra.  Well I couldn't have moved any closer 
without removing our clothing.  I had been standing 
behind Kyra with my hands around her "assisting with the 
controls".  I was otherwise behaving properly - like a 
young man at his girlfriend's house for only the second 
time - but Kyra would rub her butt against my crotch and 
I *MIGHT* have accidentally rubbed her covered nips as we 
lifted the controls in front of her chest.

Beverley was watching from well behind us in the shade 
while Michelle was on the other side of Mark.  While we 
had effectively been chaperoned so such goings on were 
not expected, Beverley had no doubts that I was Kyra's 
boyfriend by the time Adam "caught" me cuddling his 
daughter.

"This is Roger, Dad.  From school."

"Hello Roger.  How are you?"

"Fine thank you, Mr. Pringle."

"So how come I haven't met you before?"

"I've only been in town for a few weeks."

Try two!

"You make friends fast then.  I didn't think Kyra and 
Mark had any."

Kyra looked at her father with the same expression any 
teenage girl gives her parents when she fears they might 
embarrass her.  Would she hate me for what I was about to 
say?

"Well they both seemed popular on the dance floor last 
night."

I had scored with Adam.  He hadn't known and apparently 
hadn't suspected it was possible.

"Both?"

"Well Mark only seemed to have eyes for... What was her 
name?"

Mark grinned at me.  "Tracy."

"I knew it started with 'T', but Kyra, well!"

"They were just the guys from school."

"But so am I."

"Yeah, so you are."  She smiled as her eyes linked with 
mine.  Oh boy!  If Dad didn't see she was smitten, *HE* 
was blind.

"Perhaps you'll join us for dinner then."

"Sorry, I'd love to but I can't tonight."

"Next week then?"

I looked to Kyra - "new boyfriend" checking out whether 
the girl did want him to.

"Sure.  Thanks."

I was sure he would find time to speak to me then since 
he left us alone and we spent another hour or so finding 
things to do - mainly in the pool room - before Mark 
drove me home.

I sat in the back with Kyra for the look of it and got an 
incomplete blowjob from her on the way.

"You don't have to come to dinner if you don't want," she 
had said.

"It's okay - maybe we can go for a drive together first.  
It might be hard to find time like today but on the open 
road who can see what's happening?"

That was when Kyra said, "You mean like this...?" and had 
unzipped me.

Mark watched her disappear in the mirror.  "Damn Kyra!  
You'll have to get your license!"

It was a good humoured complaint.

"If you ask nicely she might sit next to you going home."

Mark said nothing but Kyra actually sucked harder.  If 
there had been time I'm sure I could convince them to 
pleasure each other.  I was getting too turned on by the 
idea of corrupting them - and watching the result.

We said our goodbyes before we pulled up - Mark having 
had to make do with another stolen moment before we left 
his house.  I took my cars and backpack and agreed I'd 
see them the next day at school then watched them drive 
away before turning and seeing Anna looking out the front 
window.

I only hoped I had time to recover before *SHE* made any 
demands on me.  I certainly needed to let my ass shrink - 
or at least that was how it felt.  A long warm bath 
before dinner!  Then I wouldn't have to deal with Brent 
wanting the bathroom before I was finished or having to 
wait for him.

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