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   ------ Description: Owen gets lucky with the neighbor lady and then
tries to expand his horizons.
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   Chapter 1

   Call me Owen.  A party was going on downstairs but it was for the
adults. I was 12 years old at the time so I was told to stay in my room.  I
thought adult parties were pretty boring anyway.  They all drank too much
and laughed too loud for no good reason, so I holed up in my room and read
magazines and listened to the radio.  I could have gone to the movies with
my older sisters but they wanted to see something I didn't.  My bedroom
door opened and our neighbor, Mrs.  Cassidy, slipped through and closed it
gently.

   "Is something the matter, Mrs.  Cassidy?" She held a finger to her lips
and tiptoed over to my bedside.

   "I'd like hide out here for a while if you don't mind," she whispered
and sat down on the edge of my bed.  I could smell her perfume, sweat and
breath.  She'd been drinking and was more than a little drunk.  I was
getting a stiffy and she was quite attractive for an older lady.

   "I don't mind.  Who are you hiding from?"

   "It's Chet Bailey.  He's been groping me all evening and he's got it in
his head that he's going to do something else, if you know what I mean." I
always thought Mr.  Bailey was a fat pig and I couldn't blame Mrs.  Cassidy
for not wanting to do anything with him.  I wondered where he'd been
groping her and my eyes fastened on her generous tits.  She was showing a
lot of cleavage.

   "Where's Mr.  Cassidy?"

   "He's busy sticking it to your mother somewhere in the house or yard."
The implications of what Mrs.  Cassidy said astounded me and I guess the
surprise showed on my face.  She looked embarrassed as she realized she
said too much.  "Don't tell your father.  You'll understand when you get
older," Mrs.  Cassidy added hastily.  "Do you have a girlfriend?" I shook
my head.  "You can touch them if you want."

   "Huh?" She took my hand and placed it on her left boob.  I didn't
realize I was so obvious.  I felt her nipple stiffen with the attention.

   "Gently now; that's right," she sighed.  "I wouldn't have minded Chet so
much if he was as gentle.  Oh, you have a nice one." My prick was tenting
my pajama bottoms.  "Don't tell your parents." Mrs.  Cassidy stuck her hand
through the fly and released my prick from its confinement.  "Are you still
a virgin?"

   "Uh, yeah," I croaked.  The lady was quiet for a while as she caressed
my prick.  She seemed to be thinking about something.  Was I going to get
lucky?  I felt pretty lucky just from the attention I received so far.

   "Do you have a condom, a rubber?"

   "I'm afraid I don't have anything like that."

   "I suppose you're a bit young yet to be making sperm but you'll have to
pull out before you cum just to be on the safe side." I knew that sperm
made babies and Mrs.  Cassidy was afraid of getting pregnant.  She was the
mother of five children already and she didn't want any more.

   "I'm sure I'm not making any," I said, "but I'll pull out just as you
say." I didn't know whether I was or not.  I just wanted to fuck the lady.
She was quiet for a bit longer and seemed to come to a decision.

   "No one can ever know of this.  Do you understand, young man?"

   "I understand perfectly, Mrs.  Cassidy." I heard her high heel shoes hit
the floor when she kicked them off.  She then reached under her skirt and
pulled down her panties.  Since it was a warm evening she wasn't wearing
hose.  A few minutes later I was between the older woman's legs and pushing
my prick into her cunt.  It was a delicious feeling, all warm and moist.  I
got pretty excited with the newness of it and I had to concentrate on
something else in order to keep from cumming right there.  I gained control
and started fucking her.

   "Now remember your promise to pull out," Mrs.  Cassidy warned.  "Oh! 
You're big!" I thought she was just flattering me but I later found out I
was a lot bigger than most men even at twelve years of age and Mr.  Cassidy
was just average.  Anyway, the only thing on my mind was not cumming too
quickly and I was able to get a nice ride out of her.  I eventually felt my
prick begin to swell and I knew I was going to cum.  In fact, I was too
late.  I pulled out as quickly as I could and came all over her belly but I
knew some of it had gotten inside her.  It was just a little bit but she
didn't notice because of her drunken state.  I retrieved a soiled t-shirt
from under my bed and let Mrs.  Cassidy clean up with that.

   We kissed and Mrs.  Cassidy said we could do it again some more but I'd
have to wear a condom because it was obvious I was shooting sperm.  Well,
the damage was already done.  My sperm were strong swimmers and the older
woman must have already conceived by the time she left my room.  We fucked
some more at her house and elsewhere but she always made me wear a condom.
She was furious with me when she realized she was pregnant but I maintained
my innocence about shooting inside her.  She finally decided it might have
been a faulty condom and she was the one who supplied the condoms.  I guess
I'm dating myself when I tell you that this was before chemical
contraception was available and abortions were illegal everywhere.  I
didn't care.  I was proud of my accomplishment.  Mrs.  Cassidy wouldn't
allow me to fuck her after that because she said her husband suspected she
was cheating on him and was having her watched.  I didn't know whether that
was true or not but what could I do about it?

   Once a guy gets his first taste of fucking, that's all he wants to do. I
was no exception.  I decided I'd start looking for more pussy to fuck and I
wasn't going to be too particular.  I was a horny kid and jacking off
wasn't doing it for me anymore.  I guess you could say the lady woke a
monster inside me.  I wasn't sure how I was going to do it.  I'd just
discovered what girls were for and I'd never been particularly social with
the fair sex prior to that.  Also, I didn't just want to be social with
them; I wanted to fuck them.

   "Do you know if any girls are interested in me?"

   "Oh, my little brother is growing up, is he?  Who are you interested
in?" said my 14 year old sister Patsy.  We were standing on the upstairs
landing.

   "It doesn't matter."

   "What do you mean it doesn't matter?

   "It doesn't matter," I insisted.  She looked at me like I was a little
nuts and I guess I was.

   "Just anyone of them will do?  You won't get anywhere with a girl if she
doesn't feel special with you.  What are you after?"

   "What do you think I'm after?" I was getting tired of the third degree.

   "Maybe I should warn them about you."

   "You do and you'll regret it." I grabbed Patsy around her waist and
pulled her against me.  She gasped in surprise but didn't pull away.  My
prick was rapidly inflating and I knew she could feel it.  "Why don't you
just answer my original question?"

   "Most of the girls I know are interested in older guys.  They're not
interested in being cradle robbers."

   "They won't think they're being cradle robbers when they get a load of
what I have." I pushed against her a bit with my hardened prick to let her
know what I was talking about.  Patsy still didn't protest.  The word
submissive wasn't even in my vocabulary at the time, but I knew she was the
passive sort.  I didn't realize by how much.  My predatory instincts kicked
into gear.

   "They're all nice girls," said Patsy.  I assumed the term 'nice girls'
meant they didn't fuck.

   "What about you, Patsy?" I said.  "Are you a nice girl?" My hand moved
down to her hip.

   "I'm your sister, Owen." That was her first hint of protest but I wasn't
impressed enough to stop.  My hand cupped her tit.  I was mindful of the
need to be gentle, a tip I learned from Mrs.  Cassidy along with a lot of
other things about women.  She only looked down at where my hand was.

   "That's what I've heard."

   "What's gotten into you?"

   "Your little brother is growing up," I replied, "like you said." I
thumbed her nipple and it hardened.  "Show me your tits, Patsy."

   "I...  I can't do that." She was clearly embarrassed.

   "Why not?  You're letting me feel them." I moved my hand to her other
tit.

   "Mom and Laura are downstairs and...  we shouldn't be doing this
anyway." I heard someone on the stairs then and I had to stop what I was
doing.  Patsy darted down the stairs as Laura was coming up.

   Later on that evening I caught Patsy coming out of the bathroom from
having taken a shower.  She was dressed in her bathrobe and I was hoping
nothing underneath.  I grabbed her by the hand and pulled into my bedroom.
"Stop it, Owen.  Let go of me." I let go of her but not until she was
inside with the door closed.  She glared at me for a moment and said, "What
do you want?"

   "You know what I want.  We talked about it earlier today." My sister
looked toward the door as if she wanted to escape but I was between her and
the door.

   "I'm your sister, Owen." She pulled her robe tighter around herself. 
Patsy was starting to sound like a broken record.  I decided she wouldn't
do anything voluntarily so I'd have to take the initiative, but I didn't
want her to start screaming either.  I placed my arms around her in a soft
embrace.

   "I'm not going to hurt you," I whispered.  I cupped her tit; no bra this
time.  "Can I see?" I didn't wait for an answer.  I pulled away the robe
covering her left tit.  "It's lovely, Patsy." My sister looked embarrassed
but she didn't protest.  I started to uncover her other tit when there was
a knock on the door and my mother opened it.  Patsy covered herself in time
but we looked guilty as hell.

   "Just what's going on here?" Mom said.  She was suspicious already.

   "Nothing," I replied trying to act nonchalant.

   "N-nothing," Patsy said but she looked frightened.

   "Go to your room, Patsy, and wait for me.  I want to talk to your
brother alone." Patsy made her escape and Mom said, "You were manhandling
your sister."

   I thought there wasn't any sense in denying it so I said, "It was my
fault, Mom.  I took Patsy by surprise."

   "I see," she replied.  "We'll have to discuss this when your father gets
home." I wasn't looking forward to that.  In all likelihood, all hell would
break loose and I'd get the whipping of my life.  Dad was a great believer
in the belt, at least for me.  He always let my sisters off easy.

   "I wish you wouldn't tell Dad anything, Mom."

   "I can imagine why you wouldn't want your father to know.  Give me one
good reason why I shouldn't tell him."

   "Well, if you don't tell Dad about me and Patsy, I won't tell Dad about
your affair with Mr.  Cassidy."

   "How did...  ?  I mean..." Mom turned pale and I thought she was going
to faint.  In fact, she stumbled a bit and I caught her in my arms. 
Despite my concern for Mom, I could feel my prick getting hard.  I never
thought of blackmailing my mother about her affair.  I thought it was just
something I had to keep my mouth shut about, but now I could see certain
advantages in the blackmail game.  I was a horny boy with no sense of shame
and she was an attractive and vulnerable female even if she was my mother.
I felt powerful.

   "Are you feeling all right now, Mom?" She nodded her head.

   "I...  I won't tell your father about this incident, Owen, but you must
promise to leave your sister alone."

   "So you get to carry on with Mr.  Cassidy and all I get is your silence
about tonight?  That doesn't seem fair, Mom." I had gotten to know more
about this affair from Mrs.  Cassidy.  It had been going on for years and
showed no signs of ending.

   "You don't think I'm going to allow you to molest your sister, do you?"

   "As long as you want to cheat on Dad, I don't see why you can't turn a
blind eye to something I do.  Besides, I don't intend to go all the way
with Patsy.  I can do that with someone else." I stared at my mother
meaningfully and she blushed.  I knew she could feel the bulge in my jeans
against her belly.  I said, "It's big, Mom."

   "I can't believe we're having this conversation.  I'm your mother." She
tried to pull away from me but I held her fast around the waist.  "You can
let go of me now, Owen." I ignored her.

   "We're going to come to an understanding first." My hands moved down to
her hips.

   "Let go of me this instant, young man," Mom demanded.  She wiggled
around some more but not violently.  She finally stopped and leaned against
me as if she was exhausted from the effort.  Her tits were nice and
cushiony against my chest.  They weren't as generous as Mrs.  Cassidy's but
nice ones anyway.  I began to wonder if my mother was as passive as Patsy.
Her lips were close to mine.  They looked so kissable with her bright red
lipstick.  "What...  what kind of understanding?" Mom said.

   "First of all, we're going tell Patsy everything's all right."

   "I'll tell her."

   "I want us to tell her together." I wanted to make sure Mom told Patsy
what I wanted.  If she later told my sister something different, she would
be sure to wonder why.

   "Can't you look for a girl from school or the neighborhood?  There are
lots of pretty ones out there and you're very handsome."

   "I'm working on that."

   "But Patsy is your sister, Owen.  There could be an accident."

   "I told you I'd be careful," I replied, "but if you're so worried about
Patsy, I might have someone else in mind." I gave her butt cheeks an extra
squeeze.

   "I'm your mother," Mom gasped.  "We can't...  please, Owen!  I can't
believe you want to betray your own father." I could tell Mom was trying to
think of a way to regain control of me and I wasn't going to make it easy
for her.  She was afraid of me.  What more could I ask for?

   "It can't be any different from you betraying your own husband, is it?"
She didn't seem to appreciate the fact that we were talking about betraying
the same man.

   "You seem to be experienced."

   "I am experienced, Mom.  She was an older woman and she taught me a lot.
Unfortunately, she had to end it so now I'm looking to replace her.  So, if
any of your friends would like to meet a younger guy, maybe you could
arrange an introduction."

   "Who was it?" Mom demanded.

   "I'm not a blabbermouth, Mom," I replied.  "You should be glad I'm not
because Dad would have known about you and Mr.  Cassidy a long time ago."
She blushed when I said that.

   "It's something I'm not proud of," Mom said.

   "Why don't you dump Mr.  Cassidy?"

   "I don't think I can explain in a way you'd understand.  Perhaps when
you're a little older, we'll discuss it." That seemed to be the phrase
adults used when they couldn't or didn't want explain something.  I
wondered if our neighbor was blackmailing Mom, but I wasn't going to worry
about it at the moment.  I kissed Mom on the lips.  It wasn't any kid's
smooch either.  She acted surprised but she didn't chastise me either. 
"What do I tell Patsy if she complains to me?  What happens if Patsy
complains to her father?"

   "She won't do anything like that," I assured her, but I don't think she
believed me.  I realized Mom was giving up on protecting Patsy from my
clutches perhaps because she was more afraid for herself.  I was also
beginning to realize the value of leverage.  I kissed her again.  I was
tempted to let my hands do some more exploring, but I was still slightly
intimidated that is was my own mother that I was manhandling.

   "Don't you think we should be telling Patsy that everything is all
right?"

   "What's your hurry?"

   "Laura may come looking for me."

   "Maybe she won't come barging in after knocking." Mom blushed.  I still
didn't know what she'd come up here for.

   "Your father will be home soon.  We can talk some more later." She
reached into an apron pocket and pulled out a tissue.  "You have some of my
lipstick on you," she said and wiped my mouth.

   I didn't think I'd accomplish anything more so I let go of Mom and
opened the bedroom door.  I took her hand and led her to Patsy's bedroom.
Patsy looked petrified when we walked into her bedroom and it looked like
she could start crying at any moment.  I decided to take the lead.  "Mom's
decided we weren't doing anything wrong.  Isn't that right, Mom?" Patsy
looked incredulous and Mom didn't look happy at all.

   "That's right," said Mom with a shrug.  "Just be careful."

   "Thanks, Mom," I said.  "I'd like to speak to Patsy alone now.  Please
keep Laura downstairs with you." Patsy shared her bedroom with Laura.  Mom
was furious with me.  She was being dismissed.  Well, she didn't have any
choice.

   "What did you tell her?" Patsy said after Mom left.  "I thought we were
goners."

   "I told her all the right things, of course." Patsy was sitting on the
bed.  I pulled her off and into my arms again.  She was still in her
bathrobe.

   "Don't, Owen," she whispered, but I wasn't listening.  She gasped as her
bathrobe came all the way off.  She was bare-breasted now but not
completely naked.  Her tits were the size of oranges.  The dull red nipples
were just begging to be sucked.  She was wearing a pair of white nylon
panties.  I could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair through the
material.

   "You heard Mom.  We're not doing anything wrong."

   "But...  I don't want you to." She was having trouble understanding how
we weren't doing anything wrong.  It was against all her previous training.
Yet, she heard Mom say exactly that.  I took full advantage of her
confusion.

   "I don't care what you don't want," I said.  I tried to kiss her lips a
couple of times but Patsy kept moving her head.  I persisted and she
finally allowed me to kiss her properly and even started returning my
kisses.  My hands slipped into the waistband of her panties and began to
massage her buns.  At the same time I was pushing them down.  Patsy knew
what I was doing but I guess she got tired of me ignoring her pleas.  Her
panties were soon down around her ankles and she stepped out of them.  I
immediately thrust my hand between her legs and began to massage her cunt
slit.  She grabbed my arm but that didn't stop me from continuing my
massage.

   "Please don't, Owen," Patsy begged.  "I...  I'll help you find a girl
who will do anything you want." That sounded good to me.  I stopped what I
was doing and held her in my arms again.

   "I think I already found her, don't you think?" She looked at me with
alarm.

   "I don't want to get pregnant."

   "I won't get you pregnant," I replied, "but you're going to have to be
my secret girlfriend until I find someone to replace you.  Do you
understand?"

   "But I'm your sister," Patsy insisted.

   "I don't care." I stepped back and unzipped my fly.  My sister gasped as
I exposed my prick but she didn't move away.  I think I was satisfying her
curiosity about a guy's prick.  I placed her hand on it and Patsy began to
run her hand slowly up and down its length.  "Is this the first one you've
played with?" My sister nodded her head.

   "It's big," she breathed.  Hmm!  I wondered how Patsy knew that.  Was
she more experienced than she was letting on?  I dearly wanted to lay my
sister down on the bed and fuck her brains out right there, but then I got
to thinking how easy it was for Mrs.  Cassidy to get pregnant and
hesitated. I heard my dad's smoker's hack downstairs and I knew he was
home. We had to stop.  I kissed Patsy and zipped up.

   Nothing was said for the rest of evening.  Patsy avoided me, but I
caught Mom staring at me a couple of times.  No one else was watching the
third time I caught her staring so I smiled and rubbed my crotch.  She
blushed and left the room.  I wondered how this was going to play out.  I
hadn't set out to seduce my mother or my sister, but this was exactly what
I now wanted to do.

   As I lay in bed that night, I realized I should have a plan.  My Mom had
already caught me compromising Patsy.  I kept out of trouble through sheer
luck.  If it had been my dad who walked in on us, I would have been dead by
now.  I didn't have a clue how I was going to bed Patsy or my mom without
risking life and limb.  The sanest thing to do was to take my mother's
suggestion and find some pussy my own age at school.  I'd have to think
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   Chapter 2

   I knew I needed a plan if I was going to successfully seduce women and
girls without getting into trouble, but I didn't have a clue about how to
go about making one or putting one into effect for that matter.  I was just
a 12-year-old kid.  What does a 12-year-old kid know about seduction?  So
far, I'd been lucky.  I knew I couldn't count on my luck holding.  I'd had
too many narrow escapes already.  Patsy had promised to find a girl for me.
I decided to let her see what she could do.  In the meantime she'd still be
my "girl friend." I'd teach her to give me blow jobs.  She couldn't get
pregnant that way.

   I wandered around the school grounds the next day looking at all the
girls I wanted to seduce.  Damn!  I had a hard on all day and no way to
relieve myself.  That sucked.  I could hardly wait to get home so I could
beat off.  I usually always got home before my sisters when I wasn't going
to hang out with my friends.  Mom was sitting on the sofa in the living
room when I walked in.  She had a bottle of whiskey on a side table and
holding a glass full on the rocks.

   "Hi, Mom," I said.  She lifted her glass in greeting and took a sip. 
She looked a little unsteady and I wondered how long she'd been drinking.
I'd never seen her drink alone.

   "Want some," she asked.

   "Uh, no thanks," I replied.  "Is anything wrong?"

   "There's plenty wrong."

   "Do you want to talk about it?" I had an idea it was something to do
with me.

   "I'm not going to tell anyone my troubles if they won't drink with me."

   "Aren't I a little too young to drink?"

   "Bring me a glass of water," Mom said.  When I brought it to her, she
poured a little bit of the whiskey into the glass and handed it back to me.
"Cheers," she said and watched what I would do.  I figured it was plenty
diluted so it couldn't get me drunk.

   "Cheers," I replied and took a big sip, but not without making a face.
She smiled and took a sip of her drink.  I sat down beside her and took
another sip.  "I'm listening," I said.

   "It all started a couple of years ago," Mom began, "when I found out my
husband preferred fucking his secretary over fucking me." I was startled by
Mom's use of strong language.  I'd never heard her cussing before this.  "I
started an affair with a married neighbor, more as revenge than anything
else, but I decided I liked being fucked on a regular basis so the affair
continued.  I even fancied I was in love with him, but he told me his wife
would never give him a divorce and she'd take him to the cleaners anyway. I
accepted that and everything went along fine and dandy until everything
went to hell." Mom took another sip.  "Do you want to know what happened?"

   "Yeah," I replied.  "Tell me what happened." I realized she was speaking
to me as if I was a disinterested third party.

   "I walked in on my son the other evening and do you know what?  He was
manhandling his sister.  Can you believe it?"

   "That's amazing," I said and took another sip of my drink.  "I guess you
were really pissed off at him.  What happened next?"

   "I was going to give him hell for it and have his father deal with him,
but he told me not to or he'd blab about my affair with the neighbor.  I
can't figure out how anyone found out about it.  We've been so careful.  To
top that off, he started groping me, his own mother.  I just couldn't stop
him with him blackmailing me and all.  I never felt so helpless.  He told
me some old bitch had taught him all about fucking and he didn't hide his
desire to fuck both me and his sister Patsy."

   "That's terrible," I sympathized but I could feel my boner rising to the
occasion.

   "What do you think I should do?"

   "I guess you better let him do what he wants."

   "You're not being very helpful I'm afraid."

   "I dunno.  I think your son is just looking for a girlfriend to replace
that uh, old bitch he learned from.  When he finds one I'm sure he'll calm
right down.  As long as you don't blab anything to his father, he won't
care if you continue seeing this married neighbor."

   "That's another problem."

   "What now?"

   "His wife is expecting a baby."

   "How is that a problem?"

   "He swears the child isn't his.  He's having his wife watched so she'll
lead him to the baby's real father.  I think he intends to murder him." I
think I turned pale then.  I grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured a
healthy slug into my glass.  My hands were shaking but Mom didn't seem to
notice.  I took a big gulp.  "I haven't seen him since he found out he was
going to be a father again.  He has five daughters already.  I hope he
finds the bastard soon."

   "No you don't."

   "Why not?"

   "Well uh, he might go to prison...  or hang for murder.  You don't want
that, do you?  Besides, the baby might really be his and he's just
imagining things." I silently apologized to Mrs.  Cassidy for doubting her
when she warned me that her husband might be having her watched.

   "I suppose you're right," Mom said, "but he's not doing me any good
right now.  I think he might slit his own throat anyway if his wife
delivers another daughter." That would solve things if Mr.  Cassidy would
just slit his own throat.  I began to hope Mrs.  Cassidy's pregnancy
resulted in another daughter.

   "Why don't you get another boyfriend, Mom?  You're very attractive and
you wouldn't have any trouble at all finding someone else."

   "I don't consider myself a slut, Owen," Mom replied, "even though I'm
cheating on your father.  I'm just doing what your father is doing to me.
If your father had remained true to me I would never have considered taking
a lover.  I don't want to start hitting the bars and be picked up by
strange men anxious to get laid.  I'm not that kind of woman." She looked
like she was about to cry.

   "I'll be your boyfriend, Mom." I kissed her on the lips taking her by
surprise.

   "That's not possible, Owen.  Don't!" Mom whispered when my hand clasped
her tit but she didn't struggle.  "Oh, what am I going to do with you?"

   "I have some suggestions," I replied.  I gave her tit a gentle squeeze.
"I learned quite a lot from that old bitch as you refer to her.  Let me
show you."

   "Just how old is this old bitch if I may ask?" Mom said.

   "Mrs.  Cassidy isn't that...  I mean--"

   "What did you say?" Mom was suddenly very alert.

   "I didn't say anything," I blurted.  I'd spoken without thinking.  I
didn't think I'd drunk that much alcohol.  Was I drunk?

   "Owen McCarthy, was it Mary Cassidy who seduced you?"

   "No!"

   "Is it your child she's carrying around in her belly?  Don't lie to me,
Owen!"

   "I--I..." I had a sudden vision of Mr.  Cassidy coming after me with
murderous intentions.  "You--you won't tell Mr.  Cassidy, will you?  It was
an accident." I was the one close to crying now.  Mom covered her mouth and
started making muffled sounds.  It was several seconds before I realized
she was trying to stifle laughter.  She finally uncovered her mouth and let
out a big long belly laugh.  I didn't think it was all that funny.  I'd
gotten drunk and given away my secret.  I swore I'd never touch another
drop of alcohol for the rest of my life...  if I lived that long.

   After a while Mom regained control of herself and, "Don't worry, honey.
I'm not going tell Mr.  Cassidy anything that might bring harm to you.  You
are my son, after all." She started laughing again.  At least she didn't
seem upset anymore.  "I'm not even sure why I find it so funny to know that
Mary Cassidy is going to have my grandchild.  Heavens!  I'm going to be a
grandmother.  I want to know all about it," she said.  Well, I told her
everything.  I didn't leave out any detail regarding my losing my cherry
with Mrs.  Cassidy and after that up to the time she discovered she was
pregnant and including my encounters with Patsy.  During my narrative I
noticed Mom was looking at the bulge my prick was making in my jeans.

   "No, Owen," Mom exclaimed when I unzipped my fly.  I ignored her and I
exposed my prick.  "Oh, it is big," she said and I fancied I detected
admiration in her voice.

   "It's eight inches, Mom," I declared.  "It's thick too," I added.  "You
won't be able to get your fingers all the way around." I think it was the
alcohol we'd both consumed that made us so daring.  I pulled her hand to my
prick.  She grasped it without hesitation and began to caress my pride and
joy along its length.

   "Owen, you could seriously hurt a young girl with that thing especially
if it's her first time."

   "Do you think so?  Maybe I should stick with older married women."

   Mom grinned and said, "You already have one suspicious husband trying to
track you down.  You really want to live dangerously." I guess she was
right.  Also, getting masturbated by my mother wasn't enough.  I wanted her
to give me a blow job.

   "Kiss it, Mom," I demanded.  She looked surprised but that didn't stop
her from continuing to caress my prick.

   "I won't do that, Owen.  I won't do that even for your father."

   "Or Mr.  Cassidy?"

   "I won't do it for him either." I wasn't sure if Mom was telling me the
truth but if she was, it would sure be a feather in my cap if she did it
for me.

   "I don't much care what you do or don't do for them, Mom.  I want you to
do it for me."

   "And if I refuse you'll probably force Patsy to take it in her mouth." I
hadn't thought of that.  My prick twitched in Mom's hand.  "Yes, I can read
your mind, can't I?  You're not giving me a lot of choice, Owen.  You're
forcing your own mother to degrade herself for your own selfish pleasure in
order to protect her daughter.  I suppose you want me to swallow your seed,
too.  Is that what you want?  That's totally disgusting of you." Mom slid
down from the sofa and knelt between my legs.  She directed my prick toward
her mouth and said, "I don't know.  You're not very good at keeping
secrets."

   "I don't intend to drink alcohol ever again, Mom," I declared.  That's
one promise I've kept.

   "I suppose I'll have to trust you then." I gasped as Mom licked my prick
head.  Her mouth stretched open and engulfed half my length into her hot
moistness.  She pulled back a bit and then pushed down.  I felt it nudge
her tonsils and she gagged a bit but that didn't stop her.  I knew I wasn't
going to last long.  I think that was Mom's intention.  Sooner than I
wanted I felt my prick head swell up and shoot its first load into her
mouth.  Mom started to pull off but I grabbed the back of her head and held
it in place.  I must have come a lot.  Mom swallowed hard three times and
some of my cum dribbled out of a nostril just like she had a runny nose.

   "That was uncalled for," Mom said when I finally allowed my dick to slip
out of her mouth.

   "I wanted you to swallow all of it," I replied as if that was
justification enough.

   "I suppose you think this makes me your sex slave."

   "I suppose it does." Mom and I had crossed some sort of threshold in our
relationship and I didn't think actual fucking was too far behind.  For
some reason she was giving herself to me.  She could have easily made
things impossible for me.  Instead my mother was telling me in her own way
how to maintain control over her.  I was to be her avid pupil.

   We cleaned up and I followed Mom into the kitchen.  Patsy arrived soon
after.  I was feeling my oats and pulled her into my arms as she walked by.
This was right in front of Mom.  "Don't, Owen!" She tried to push me away.
"Mom, look what Owen is doing."

   Mom shrugged her shoulders.  "Your Uncle Hugh acted the same way with me
when we were about the same age as you two.  I guess it's something to do
with young males and their sisters." I didn't know that about Uncle Hugh. I
barely remembered Mom's brother.  He'd been killed in action in Korea.  I'd
have to ask Mom about her relationship with her brother another time.

   "We're not doing anything wrong, remember?"

   "I don't want you to," Patsy whined.

   "Just wait until I get you alone," I whispered.  She looked scared for a
moment and then allowed me to kiss her while I copped a feel of her butt.
We knew Mom was watching us but she didn't object.  I finally let go of
her. Patsy didn't complain to Mom again and left the kitchen.

   "There will be hell to pay if you get Patsy pregnant."

   "I don't intend to get Patsy pregnant."

   "I didn't intend to suck you off but it happened," Mom replied.

   "I'll be careful.  Anyway, she's promised to find me a girlfriend."

   "That may take a while considering what you want out of a girlfriend."

   "Well, I still have you."

   "I was thinking of someone closer to your own age, Mr.  Smarty-pants."

   "Who do you suggest?"

   "I was thinking of your sister Laura."

   "Laura?  Why Laura?" Laura was 16 years old, my oldest sister.  She was
real pretty and dressed well but she had what today would be called "size
issues." She could have lost 25-30 lbs.  easy.  She was on a constant diet
but it was always a struggle for her.  Still, that didn't make her
grotesque looking.  And why was my mom playing matchmaker, with my sister
no less?  I knew she didn't have a boyfriend.

   "She came home crying from the high school dance last Friday.  She said
no boy asked her to dance the entire time she was there.  She said no one
wanted to dance with a fatty."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "Ask her to teach you how to dance.  You know how she loves to dance. 
She needs a boy's attention even if the boy is her little brother.  Maybe
you could encourage her to try harder on her diet.  I know she cheats when
she gets depressed.  All women do that." Laura always practiced her steps
in front of the television set when 'American Bandstand' was on.  That gave
me an idea.

   "And how does that get me laid?"

   "I expect you'll have a harder time of it with Laura.  I hope so because
you need the challenge.  You're going to be in big trouble soon if you
assume all women are going to be as easy as me and Mary Cassidy.  Be a
little patient with your sister.  She'll teach you how to dance and all the
social graces that women love and you need.  That'll put you in good stead
with all the women you could possibly want even if the only thing you want
to do is fuck them.  I know you'll try to get Laura to spread her legs for
you.  If you succeed in seducing your sister and you guys get careless
well, a teen pregnancy is lot easier to hush up when she's 16 than when
she's younger than that and you know I'm talking about someone Patsy's
age."

   "I can always use condoms."

   "You have to be religious in their use in order for them to be
effective. I don't see you as that devoted."

   Mom was probably right.  Mrs.  Cassidy was the religious one when it
came to condoms.  In fact, she wouldn't let me near her until my condom was
on properly after that first time.  I certainly tried to go bareback again
but the answer was always no.  Of course, my using condoms did that woman
absolutely no good.

   Laura arrived home.  We greeted each other and I took the opportunity to
ogle Laura's rear end while she talked to Mom.  I imagined me fondling my
sister's broad butt and luscious tits and I felt my prick stir in my pants
even though I just had a blow job.  When Laura left the kitchen I said, "I
might give your suggestion a try but I can't say how patient I'll be.  I
want to fuck her already." Also, I was used to instant gratification by
then.

   "Just do your best.  No, Owen!  We'll be caught."

   "I just want a kiss, Mom." I took her into my arms and slipped my tongue
into her mouth.  I imagined I could taste my own cum in her mouth but it
didn't bother me.  I allowed my hands to roam freely and Mom started
responding to my kiss.

   "Perhaps I should consider myself a slut after all," Mom said when we
ended our kiss.  "I'm tolerating your abuse of Patsy and me.  I'm even
encouraging you to seduce Laura." I gave Mom's hand a reassuring squeeze
but I didn't disagree with her.  Looking back at it, I think the whole
thing was as exciting to her as it was to me.  I left Mom in the kitchen
and headed upstairs.  I started thinking about how I was going to seduce
Laura.

   At the top of the stairs I saw Patsy standing by her bedroom door.  She
looked at me as if she wanted to say something.  "What?" I said.  She
walked to me but kept out of arm's reach.

   "I have something to tell you in private."

   "My bedroom is private." I smiled at her nervousness.

   "Not in there."

   "Yes in there." I opened my door and waited expectantly.  I wasn't going
physically force Patsy this time.  I was trying to intimidate her and it
worked.  My sister looked around to make sure no one else was around and
scurried inside.

   "What do you have to tell me?" I said after I closed the door behind us.

   "I was over visiting at the Cassidy's," said Patsy in a conspiratorial
whisper.  "I told them I saw your thing and how big it was."

   "What did Mr.  and Mrs.  Cassidy say to that?"

   "They weren't there, silly; only the girls.  Anyway, after they finished
teasing me, they kept asking questions about it.  I think they're
interested in seeing it too." I almost burst out laughing.  If they were
anything like their mother they'd be very interested in my prick and in
more ways than just looking at it.

   "Thanks for telling me.  You're going to let me know when they're coming
over here for a visit.  Anything else?"

   "Just that Mrs.  Cassidy is expecting again.  It was a big surprise to
everybody."

   "I'll bet," I observed.  "That's number six, isn't it?"

   "Uh huh.  They're all are hoping for a boy."

   "Well, I'm rootin' for a girl," I replied.

   "Why?"

   "I have my reasons," I said and left it at that.  Now that Patsy had
delivered her news she got nervous again because she was trapped in my
bedroom again and probably expected the worst.  I just opened the door and
stepped out of her way.  I had other fish to fry.  She looked relieved and
scurried out as quickly as she scurried in.



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   Chapter 3

   American Bandstand back then was a show broadcast daily on weekdays
after school in time to catch most of the teenage audience.  I came
downstairs and watched Laura swaying to the beat of the music but she
wasn't really dancing.  After the commercial break the music started again
and I started copying her.  My sister noticed and took the bait right away.

   "Do you want to learn how to dance?"

   "Sure, why not?" I replied.  She immediately started teaching me some
easy steps and I caught on quickly.  My sister couldn't have been happier.
She had a dance partner even if it was her brother.  One of the slow dances
came up and I took Laura in my arms.  She seemed kind of nervous and I
thought it was because of our body contact.

   "I'm a little rusty on the slow dances," said Laura.

   "Why is that?"

   "None of the guys has ever asked me for a slow dance.  I guess I'm too
fat."

   "You're not fat.  You're perfect." I realized that Laura's build wasn't
unlike Mom's or Mrs.  Cassidy's.  It was something I was used to and
appreciated.  I placed my arms around Laura's waist.  "As long as I can get
my arms around you I'm not going to complain."

   "Thanks," she said.  Laura acted shy.  I guess she was embarrassed but
apparently pleased at the same time with what I said.  My prick was
inflating but she didn't seem to pick up on what she was doing to me.  Was
she completely inexperienced with guys?  "The music has ended."

   "I don't care," I replied and still held her.  We stood there for at
least a full minute with my stiff prick lodged up against her belly with no
protest from Laura.  I might have tried something else but Mom wandered in
and Laura stepped away from me.

   "I'm teaching Owen some dance steps," said Laura.

   "That's good," Mom replied.

   "I have some homework," said Laura and turned off the set.  "Do you want
to have another lesson tomorrow?"

   "Sure," I said and watched my big sister climb the stairs.  Mom walked
over to me.

   "That didn't look like dance lessons to me," she whispered.  "I thought
I asked you to go slowly with Laura."

   "I am going slowly with her, Mom.  I guess she doesn't slow dance much.
Maybe you could teach me some steps and then I can teach them to Laura."

   "Your father and I haven't danced in years.  He's always out of breath.
It's that damned smoking of his." We didn't know it then but lung cancer
was going to kill my dad in a little over two years.

   "Still, I'm told you never really forget."

   "We'll see.  Help me get some dishes down from the cupboard." I followed
her to the kitchen.  She stood on a stepladder and handed dishes down to
me. It gave me an opportunity to appreciate her legs.  I wondered if she
had arranged this.

   "You sure have nice legs, Mom."

   "Thanks but don't get any ideas.  I feel unsteady up here already."

   "Grab my shoulders." Mom looked a bit apprehensive but did what I
wanted. She gasped when she felt my hand underneath her dress and between
her thighs.  She sighed and closed her eyes when my hand caressed the
uncovered thighs above her stocking tops.  "Tell me about Uncle Hugh.  Did
you sleep with him?"

   "We just kissed and petted.  Your Uncle Hugh wanted to sleep with me but
I was too scared and he didn't force me.  It was just a little
experimentation now that I look back on it.  He found other girls and I
found a boyfriend.  Then it eventually stopped."

   "I want to keep this up as long as possible," I said.

   "It'll all come to a screeching halt if you're not more cautious," Mom
warned.  "Please let me down." I moved my hand and she climbed down from
the stepladder.

   "I'll be careful," I promised.

   "See that you do," Mom replied.  "I'm very worried about you." She
leaned forward and gave me a lover's kiss.

   I spent about 30 minutes up in my room doing homework when there was a
knock on the door.  Patsy opened it and said, "Dinner is about ready." She
lowered her voice to almost a whisper.  "Are you trying to make Laura into
your girlfriend too?"

   "What are you, jealous?  Don't worry," I said.  "You're still my first
girlfriend."

   "I'm not worried and I wish I wasn't your girlfriend," Patsy retorted.
"What you're doing is wrong with me and it's wrong with Laura."

   "I don't need you lecturing me," I said.  "I get enough of that from Mom
and Dad.  Do you understand?" I stood up and my sister darted out the door.

   Twelve year old Nancy Cassidy and I were in the same grade in school but
we didn't have the same homeroom teacher.  I spotted her a couple of times
during the day but I didn't get a chance to talk to her.  I wasn't
disappointed because I didn't feel rushed about seducing Mrs.  Cassidy's
daughters.  I still had plenty of action at home.  I was walking home when
I heard my name called.  I turned around and saw Nancy but she was walking
with her ten year old sister Katy.  I let them catch up with me and we
started walking together.  I knew Nancy was sneaking looks at my crotch but
she didn't say anything.  I didn't say anything either but I could feel my
prick begin to stiffen with the attention it was getting.  I didn't know
how to bring the topic up anyway especially with Katy walking with us.

   "We heard you had a big dick and we want to see it," Katy blurted.

   "Katy Cassidy, you're a liar!" Nancy screeched.  She was embarrassed and
horrified by her little sister's statement.  "Don't believe her.  I'm going
to tell Mom what you said."

   "I'm not either a liar," Katy insisted.  "We heard it from Patsy and we
do want to see it.  How else are we going to see Owen's thing if we don't
ask him to show it to us?"

   "I'm going to have to ask Patsy how she knows," I said.  I felt
embarrassed too but I couldn't suppress a grin.

   "So is it true or not?" Nancy had given up denying what Katy said and
was eyeing the bulge in the crotch of my jeans.

   "That's Patsy's opinion but I guess you'd have to judge that for
yourself."

   "Show us," Katy demanded.

   "Owen can't just show us right here, silly," said Nancy.  "He'd get
arrested."

   "That's for sure," I replied.  "We'd have to find someplace private. 
Also, if I'm going to be showing you guys what I have then I want to see
what you have too."

   "You're crazy," Nancy exclaimed.  "We're not going to show you
anything."

   "Fair's fair," I countered.

   "I wouldn't mind," said Katy.

   "Good girls don't go showing their privates to boys, Katy," said her
sister.

   "Don't listen to her, Katy," I said.  "It'll be fun."

   "You're no gentleman," Nancy huffed.  I wanted to remind her good girls
didn't go asking about a boy's privates either but I kept my mouth shut.  I
didn't want to piss her off.  I hoped she might still come around
eventually and take a chance with me; perhaps if I were alone with her but
I wasn't going to give her any free shows.  We were at a stand-off, but I'd
given the girls something to think about.  I wanted something in return. 
Katy was interested in my offer however she would be the most difficult to
get her off by herself.  Also, she'd be the last one I'd want to fool
around with.  She didn't have any tits yet and I was sure my prick was too
big for her anyway.

   We walked the rest of the way home in silence until we got to their
gate. I said, "See you guys later." I crossed the street to my own house. I
figured to get something going with my mom before my sisters got home but
when I walked through the door, Mom was sitting at the table with Mrs. 
Cassidy.

   "Hello, dear," Mom said.  "How was school?"

   "Uh, it was fine.  Nancy and Katy are both home, Mrs.  Cassidy."

   "I left a note on the kitchen table.  They'll know where to find me,"
Mrs.  Cassidy replied and took a sip from a teacup.  This was the first
time I'd been in the same room with this woman since she ended our affair
and I was feeling kind of nervous.

   "Did you know Mrs.  Cassidy is expecting a child?"

   "I heard that," I replied.

   "Mr.  Cassidy is working a lot of overtime lately and she'd like to hire
you to do some occasional heavy lifting when the need arises."

   "I dunno.  Is ...  is this all right with Mr.  Cassidy?"

   "He's the one who suggested you," said Mrs.  Cassidy.

   "I guess it's all right then." I could always back out if I thought it
was too dangerous.  Our neighbor said she'd call me and then left a few
minutes later.

   "What do you think that was all about," I asked.

   "I think the old bitch is missing your prick," Mom replied.  "This is
just an excuse for her to let you continue servicing her."

   "I don't want to even go near her if her husband is having her watched."

   "He's not suspicious of a twelve year old neighbor boy.  Mary probably
put it in her husband's mind to let her hire a young boy and then suggested
your name.  It's perfect for you.  You can't do her any more harm than
you've already done and you may be less inclined to abuse me or your
sisters.  It also gives you an excuse to visit there often and figure out a
way to seduce her daughters."

   "Nancy and Katy both want to see my prick.  They told me so." That got
Mom to laughing.

   "Girls are as curious about sex as any boy."

   "I told them they had to show me theirs if they want to see mine." I
told Mom about my conversation with Nancy and Katy on the way home.

   "You're becoming a real Casanova, young man," said Mom.  "You'll have
them eating out of your hand if you're patient."

   "I don't want girls eating out of my hand," I replied.  "I want them
spreading their legs for me.  That goes for you too, Mom." To emphasize my
point, I pulled her into my arms.

   "What do I tell your father when I become pregnant and my belly starts
swelling?  He'll know the baby isn't his."

   "I dunno," I admitted.

   "He'll know I've cheated on him and file for divorce.  There are other
consequences to consider if I start sleeping with you and possibly bear
your child."

   "It sounds impossible." I wanted to fuck my mother but I didn't want her
to get into trouble with my dad.

   "I wouldn't say it's impossible," Mom replied with a smile.  "It just
takes patience and planning."

   "You mean you'd really consider it?"

   "Can't you tell?  I'm already planning for it.  Your job is to have
patience." Mom reached down and stroked my hardened prick through my jeans.
"By the way, Patsy was asking me about your Uncle Hugh also.  I made it
sound like a positive experience so I don't think there's any danger of her
complaining to your father."

   "Thanks," I said.  "I guess I'll have to make sure Patsy agrees with
you."

   "That's exactly what I want you to do.  You'll accomplish that by
leaving her alone for now and allowing me to work with her."

   "If you say so, Mom.  I love you," I declared.

   "And I love you, Owen," said Mom, "in a way I never thought possible a
couple of days ago.  It would be so easy to take you to bed right now and
to hell with the consequences.  You'll have to be strong for both of us,
okay?"

   "I'll try, Mom."

   "That's good.  In the meantime, you have Mary Cassidy to use to your
heart's content and her daughters to seduce."

   "I'll try my best there too." We talked a bit longer until Patsy got
home.  Mom served us milk and cookies.  She chatted with Patsy until the
phone rang and she got up to answer it.

   I leaned toward my sister in a confidential manner and said, "I talked
with Katy and Nancy Cassidy on the way home from school today." She looked
at me, interested in any juicy gossip.  I gave her a rundown of what was
said.

   "I didn't think anything would happen this quickly," Patsy admitted.

   "I thought you'd want to know what a good job you did.  I'll keep you up
to date on anything else that happens," I added.  "Thank you." I laid my
hand on her thigh and kept it there.

   "You're welcome," Patsy replied automatically.  She looked down where my
hand was but didn't try to move it.  I gave her thigh a gentle squeeze.

   "Why don't you come up to my room for a few minutes?" I said.  "Please?"
I didn't give my sister a chance to answer.  I got up and left the kitchen.
I was polite with my invitation but it was really an order.  I'd learned
that trick from adults.  I wondered if Patsy would obey me.  If she didn't
I could still use intimidation.  I knew I was ignoring my mother's wishes
but I was feeling pretty arrogant again.  I was in my room for about five
minutes when there was a knock.  I was expecting Patsy but to my surprise,
my mom walked in.

   "Not that I don't trust you, but I don't trust you," she began.

   "Huh?"

   "I asked Patsy to tell me if you asked her to do anything she felt
uncomfortable with.  I thought we had an agreement."

   "I was just going to talk to her," I protested.  "There isn't anything
wrong with that is there?" Mom gave me that "I don't believe that for a
second" look.

   "I know you probably didn't mean any harm, dear, but this is all very
new to Patsy and to you for that matter.  It'll be better if you leave her
alone for now.  It doesn't really matter what you intended to do or not do
when you were up here with your sister."

   "You said she wouldn't say anything to Dad if I was careful so what's
the big deal?"

   "The big deal is that you're wild and out of control even though you
think you're being careful.  I'm not even talking about the possibility of
you being caught by your father or another adult.  Owen, wouldn't it be
better if a girl pleased you because she wanted to and not because you
blackmailed or intimidated her?"

   "Of course," I replied.

   "Would you like Patsy to be such a girl?"

   "Definitely!"

   "I'm sure you would so let me repeat myself," Mom said.  "Leave Patsy
alone.  I need time to train her for you."

   "You'd do that for me?"

   "Didn't you hear me say I love you?  What do you think that kind of love
means?  I'm trying to prove my love for you by trying to make it possible
for your sisters to become your willing bed partners ...  eventually."

   "I understand," I said.  Well, I said I was to become her apt pupil,
just not right away.  No one's perfect, right?

   "Your dance teacher is waiting for you downstairs," Mom said and gave me
a hug.  I followed her downstairs and heard the American Bandstand theme
music.  Laura and I reviewed the same dance steps she'd already taught me.
When a slow dance started I could feel my prick harden.  It looked forward
to rubbing up against my sister's belly.  When that dance ended I expected
to keep holding her in my embrace but she started to step back.  I moved my
hands down to her hips to hold her.

   "You're going too far," Laura warned pushed me gently away.

   "What do you mean?  I thought we were both enjoying ourselves."

   "You know exactly what I mean.  I'm your sister.  You should respect
me."

   "You mean if you weren't my sister then I wouldn't have to respect you?"
I tried to make it sound like a joke but it fell flat.  Laura turned red in
the face, gave me a look of pure disgust and stomped away.  I stood there
wondering what the difference between yesterday and today had been to set
Laura off like that.  Maybe she considered her butt sacred.  Live and learn
I guess.  I thought going after her to apologize but then I decided it
would be better if I let her cool down a bit first.

   One of my weekly chores was to take out the trash barrel in the evening
for pick up the next morning.  I'd just finished putting out the barrel
when I saw Mr.  Cassidy walking across the street toward me.  I imagined
the worst.  He'd somehow found out about me and his wife and he was going
to kill me.  My first reaction was to run back into the house and lock
myself in.

   "Hey, kid!" he said when he was almost upon me.  He didn't sound happy.

   "Y-yes sir?"

   "I want you to do me a favor."

   "S-sure!  What kind of favor, Mr.  Cassidy?"

   "I know you're going to be helping my wife with some chores.  While
you're at it, I want you to keep an eye on things for me.  Let me know if
anyone visits and get a license number of his car, okay?  I'm sorry I can't
tell you why but I can make it worth your while." He pulled a five dollar
bill out of his wallet and handed it to me.

   "That shouldn't be a problem," I said and pocketed the five.  That was a
lot of money for a kid my age back then.  "I'll gladly do that." I sighed
with relief.  He wasn't going to kill me.  He wanted me to spy for him to
catch the guy his wife was cheating with--me.

   "Thanks a lot," said Mr.  Cassidy.  I watch him cross the street again
and disappear behind his front door.  Life was getting complicated.  Was
all this hassle going to be worth the risk?  I thought of the pussy I
already had and the pussy I was working toward.  Yes, I thought, it was
worth it.



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   Chapter 4

   "Katy and I have been talking about what you said yesterday."

   "About showing each other what we have?" Nancy's face turned a bright
pink and she nodded her head.  I was hoping they'd change their minds ...
or at least Nancy would.  Mom was right about girls being just as
interested in sex as guys.  I guess their curiosity just got the better of
them.

   "Where and when?" I grinned with anticipation.  I knew they'd be
impressed with what I had to show them.

   "Today; after school in our back yard clubhouse."

   "The girls only club?" I asked.  "Why there?"

   "It's private but my mother will hear us if we start screaming."

   "Why would you want to start screaming?"

   "Just in case you try to rape us," Nancy replied.  "You have to promise
not to even try touching us."

   "I promise I won't try anything with either of you." I shrugged my
shoulders.  Nancy Cassidy wasn't taking any chances but it wasn't like I
didn't expect this.  I decided to take my mother's advice and be patient. I
was sure neither one of these girls would be satisfied with just one look.
They'd eventually be back for more.  There was a way to get into the
Cassidy back yard without being seen from the house and I agreed to meet
them there.

   Time slowed to a crawl after my conversation with Nancy but school
finally let out and I made my way to the appointment I set with the two
Cassidy sisters.  I didn't want to appear too eager though and I hid behind
a fence until I heard their voices and then saw them enter the little
"clubhouse" their father had built for his daughters.  My dick started
stiffening up.  Both of them gasped in surprise as I stepped through the
doorway but I tried to put them at ease by moving away from the doorway so
it wouldn't seem like I was trapping them.  It wasn't like they weren't
expecting me.

   "Shall we get started?" I said.

   "You first," Nancy replied.  They both looked nervous.  I can't say I
wasn't nervous too.  I smiled and nodded.  I inched the zipper down on my
jeans and reached in through my fly.  Both girls gasped again.

   "Do you like what you see?" My cock stood out proudly.  It liked being
admired by the two pretty girls standing a few feet away.

   "It's big," Katy whispered and Nancy nodded in agreement.  I could tell
they were impressed.

   "You can touch it if you want," I said.

   "You promised you wouldn't," Nancy said and started to back away.

   "I promised I wouldn't touch you but if you touch me it isn't really the
same.  It really isn't." I was trying to get them to be a little daring. 
Katy and Nancy both looked at each other without saying anything.  They
were both tempted.  My patience paid off when Katy's hand snaked out,
tapped the head of my prick and then retreated.

   "Gently," I urged and gave her an encouraging smile.  Both girls became
braver and were soon caressing my monster.  Their touches and caresses were
heavenly.

   "It's hard," said Nancy.  The better to fuck your little snatches I
thought but I remained a gentleman.

   "Now it's my turn to see what you guys have," I said.

   "We changed our minds," Nancy blurted and both girls ran out the door
giggling with delight.  Fucking bitches!  I stood there thinking they were
just teasing me and would come back but I finally decided I'd been tricked.
I zipped up and exited out the back way.  I swore vengeance on both of
them. No one seemed to be around when I got home so I just went upstairs to
my room and laid back on the bed.  I was pissed to say the least.  A few
minutes later there was a knock on the door and Laura opened it.

   "Are we going to dance today?"

   "Why not?" I replied.  I didn't have anything better to do.

   "You'll have to behave yourself though."

   "What?"

   "No slow dances," my sister replied.  Shit!  Here was another stupid
bitch setting conditions.  I could get sick of that really quick.

   "I don't want to behave myself," I said, "so no thanks to the dance
lessons."

   "I can't let you do what you want right in the middle of the living room
where just anybody can walk in on us," Laura protested.  "Mom saw us that
first time." I wondered if Mom had said something to Laura about what she
saw.  Was my sister leaving me an opening?

   "I'll behave myself in the living room if that'll make you happy." Laura
picked up on what wasn't said pretty quickly.

   "I'm your sister, Owen." I just shrugged my shoulders.  I'd already
heard that from her the day before and it didn't impress me then either. 
Laura turned to the door.  I expected her to walk out but instead she
closed it and faced me again.  "I don't know what you want from me." Her
eyes told me she did know.

   "I want what any guy wants from a pretty girl." Laura blushed.

   "I'm not pretty," my sister insisted but I think she didn't mind being
told that she was pretty.

   "Come over here and I'll show how pretty you really are."

   "I can't believe I'm letting my own brother make a play for me," Laura
murmured.  "You're only twelve years old."

   "I'm grown up where it counts." I took my sister in my arms and embraced
her.  I didn't ignore her butt cheeks either.  My eight-incher was jammed
up against her belly and I thrust against her a couple of times to remove
all doubt about what I wanted just like I did with Patsy.  It was a mistake
to do that so quickly with Laura but I wasn't thinking too clearly at the
time.

   "That's enough, Owen.  This is wrong." Laura started trying to put some
distance between her and my prick but I held her body tight to mine.  It
felt too good to stop and so I wasn't going to.  I suppose it was because
of my recent experience with Nancy and Katy.

   "Ouch!" I yelled.  "What did you do that for?" The bitch had pinched the
back of my arm.  I pulled back rubbing my sore arm where she pinched me.

   "If I have to explain that to you, then you're really beyond any help at
all," Laura hissed with venom I'd never heard from her before.  She was
pissed.  "If this is what I have to put up with in order to get you to
dance with me, then we can just forget it." She turned around and left my
bedroom slamming the door behind her.  Things just weren't going right for
me that day.

   When I came downstairs Mom gave me the evil eye like she already knew
I'd upset Laura.  That wouldn't have been too hard to figure out.  I tried
to stay out of everyone's way for the rest of the afternoon.  It was Friday
and my parents were going out to some get-together at my dad's work.  Patsy
and Laura were also going out to a dance being held at a union hall.

   My parents figured I was old enough to take care of myself now as long
as I stayed home and didn't have any friends over since I'd be without
supervision.  I was going to be home alone which usually meant sitting in
front of the TV set being bored out of my mind.  The first hour went as
predicted.  I'd just turned the TV off when there was a knock at the back
door.  That was strange given that time of the evening.  It was already
dark and I got kind of scared.  I flipped on the back porch light and
peered through the blinds.  It was Ruth, the oldest of the Cassidy
daughters at 18 years old.  I opened the door and said, "What's up?"

   "Is Laura home?"

   "No, she and Patsy went to a dance." I was already coming to some quick
conclusions.  One quick conclusion was that she wasn't here to see Laura.

   "I'm sorry I missed her," Ruth said.

   "I'll tell her you were by when she gets home.  Would you like to come
in for a few minutes?  I'm alone right now." I figured she knew that
already.  I turned off the porch light and she actually relaxed.  Now no
one could see her except me.

   "Maybe I could for a few minutes," Ruth replied.  "I'm supposed to be
meeting my fiancé but he called to say he's running late so I thought I'd
take a walk around the neighborhood." I wasn't interested in her cockamamie
excuse to be here.  She wanted to see my prick just like her younger
sisters but I wasn't going to show her anything without an opportunity to
stick it between her legs or in her mouth; maybe both.

   "Uh huh," I said and half pulled her inside before I closed the door. 
We stood there in the dark.  I was still holding her hand so I was pretty
close.  Ruth started getting pretty nervous.  I could tell even in the
dark. With her fiancé on his way I had a very limited time.  It was time to
dispense with etiquette.

   "You heard right," I said.  "It's big."

   "I don't understand.  What's big?"

   "I've already heard about what Patsy told you guys.  Katy teased me
about it at school yesterday." Ruth didn't need to know what really
happened.

   "Katy's a little blabbermouth," said Ruth.  "She's going to get herself
into real big trouble one of these days."

   "Let's not talk about your sister, okay?" I brushed her hand against the
crotch of my jeans.  She could feel my stiffening prick.

   "Say!  You're pretty rude for a little twerp," Ruth exclaimed.  "What if
I told my fiancé what you just did?  He'd knock your block off." My
neighbor was bigger than me and she could have easily knocked my block off
all by herself but she just pushed my hand away from hers.  She wasn't
turning to leave though.

   "So do you want to see it or not?  By the way, I'm not giving any free
shows."

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "I show you mine and you show me yours but we both get naked at the same
time." I wasn't going to go through the same thing I went through with her
sisters.

   "I'm not going to give you the chance to rape me.  Besides, I'm not that
type of girl."

   "I doubt if I could rape you unless I knocked you over the head and tied
you up," I said.  "I'm not about to do that.  Listen, it's probably nothing
you haven't already done with this guy you're going to marry.  What's his
name?"

   "His name is George and he's been very respectful whenever we've been
together." I didn't know Gentleman George so I didn't contradict her but I
had a feeling Ruth was experienced with someone.

   "I bet you I'm bigger than George." I pushed against her slightly and
she sucked in her breath.

   "Unlike some people I know, my fiancé is a gentleman.  He'd never offer
to show me his privates and if he did, he wouldn't be my fiancé.  I'd
better go; maybe some other time."

   "I won't be holding my breath," I said.  "Good luck with George." I'd
pretty much written off Ruth Cassidy as a prick teaser.

   "If I thought I could trust you then--"

   "Don't forget I have to trust you too." If she was anything like her
sisters I wasn't going to trust her any further than I could throw her.

   "You're not the one who can get pregnant.  I have a reputation to
protect."

   "Let me lick your pussy.  You can't get pregnant that way." Ruth's
mother had started training me to be a good pussy licker.  I would have
learned a lot more from the woman if I hadn't gotten her pregnant.

   "What?  That's disgusting," Ruth exclaimed.  "You'd do that?"

   "That's all I'll do unless you give me permission to do something else.
How about George?  Does he lick your pussy?"

   "Of course he doesn't.  I wouldn't let him even if he wanted to and I'd
never ask him to do that either." I guessed Ruth didn't suck cock either.

   "But you do want to have the experience at least once in your life,
don't you?" I could tell she was thinking so I just shut up and let her
think.  I'd already made my pitch and there was nothing else I could say.

   "If you try anything funny or if this ever gets out, I'll wring your
scrawny little neck.  Do you understand, mister?"

   "I understand completely." I turned off all the house lights.  If my
parents or sisters came home early we'd see the car headlights pulling into
the driveway and Ruth could sneak out the back.  I stripped off my clothes
and placed them where I could grab them quickly.  Ruth had been wearing a
white blouse and bra, dark slacks and brown loafers with white ankle socks.
She stripped off her slacks and panties but left the rest on.

   "Come here," Ruth said.  Her tone of voice told me she wanted to be in
control.  I didn't mind.  I was getting what I wanted.  I stood in front of
Ruth.  She reached out and stroked my already stiff cock.  There was
nothing tentative about her caress and I knew she was more experienced than
she was letting on.  "You are bigger than George," she whispered.

   "I know how to use it too," I said.

   "That's nice to know," Ruth said.  "Let's see what you can do with your
tongue." She sat down on the sofa and spread her legs.  I knelt down
between her legs.  I caught the musky scent of her arousal and dried piss.
I had yet to touch her.  Her bush was just like her mother's, thick and
untrimmed.  Without wasting any more time I stuck out my tongue and ran the
tip over her hairy vulva.  Ruth gasped and clamped my head between her
meaty thighs before relaxing them again.

   "You liked that, huh?"

   "Keep doing it," Ruth ordered.  I took that as an affirmative, parted
her outer lips with my fingers and gave her leisurely tongue lapping for
the next few minutes.  She grunted in pleasure like a sow in heat as she
was indeed.  I purposely avoided her clit until the last.  "That's it!"
Ruth squealed when my tongue tip grazed her clit.  I stopped what I was
doing and got into position over her.  "What are you doing?  Finish it!"

   "I'm going to," I said.  Ruth felt my prick head nudge its way between
her outer lips.  She squealed again and tried to clamp her thighs shut but
it was too late.  I pushed and was inside her.  She was so wet it wasn't
any problem.  I started fucking her.

   "Get out of me," Ruth yelled.  "You promised you wouldn't!"

   "I want to have fun too," I replied.  She was tight but certainly no
virgin.  There wasn't any cherry to break.

   "I'm going to start screaming in about two seconds," Ruth threatened. 
"I'll have you charged with rape.  You'll go to prison." I doubted whether
a twelve year old could be sent to prison, but I'd heard of reform school.

   "Do you think George will want to marry someone who spread her legs for
a kid?" I didn't think she would want anyone to know she'd been raped by a
twelve year old.

   "Please stop, Owen.  I'm not protected.  You might give me a baby." Now
she was begging.

   "I think I'm too young to give you a baby," I said giving her a ray of
hope.  "If I do give you a baby you can always blame it on George," I
added.

   "But I always make him use a condom."

   "Don't make him wear one this time."

   "He might get suspicious."

   "Condoms sometimes leak." She could get confirmation of that possibility
with her mother.  At least that was what Mrs.  Cassidy thought as far as
she knew.

   "But ...  oh god!" I felt the bitch shudder through her cum and I was
ready to respond in kind.  I sped up my thrusts and spurted my virile load
inside her where it would do the most good.  I was half collapsed on top of
her.  In the ambient light I could see the scared look on her face.  I
pulled out of Ruth and got ready to make a run for it if she got violent.
She ignored me, got up and made a beeline for the bathroom to clean herself
up.  In the meantime I got dressed.  When Ruth came out of the bathroom she
got dressed too.

   "I'll never forgive you for what you just did," she said.

   "I'm sorry," I replied as contritely as I could.  I really wasn't sorry.
If a cute girl gets naked and spreads her legs, she shouldn't be surprised
if a horny kid like me tries to take advantage of the situation.

   "I could be pregnant right now." I hope you are pregnant was my first
thought.

   "I'll marry you if George doesn't," I offered.

   "Oh, you're a real comedian," Ruth replied with a sob.  "Just stay the
hell away from me." She turned away from me and left by the back door.  I
stayed in the living room and watched Ruth cross the street.  A car pulled
up in front of the Cassidy house at the same time and Ruth climbed into the
passenger side and then climbed out.  She went into the house, came out a
minute later and got in the car again.  It must have been George.  The car
pulled away from the curb.  I had a feeling George was going to get lucky
tonight.  I certainly had been lucky despite the dismal start with Nancy,
Katy and then Laura.  I wasn't even angry with Ruth's younger sisters
anymore.  I turned the light back on and checked for any telltale messes we
might have left behind but didn't see anything.  I was just about to head
upstairs when I saw the flash of headlights.  A car was pulling into the
driveway.  Someone was home early.

   Laura stomped through the living room first and went upstairs.  She was
still pissed off by what happened that afternoon or freshly pissed off
about something else.  "What's the matter with her," I asked Patsy when she
walked in.

   "She got tired of sitting around and no one asking her to dance," Patsy
replied.

   I wanted to question Patsy further but Laura chose that time to come
back from upstairs.  She was carrying a stack of 45 rpm records and loaded
them into the phonograph player.  When the music started she walked up to
me and said, "You're going to dance with me." She looked at me as if daring
me to refuse.  I responded by taking her hand and leading her to an open
space.  We started dancing.  Patsy watched us for a few minutes and then
went upstairs.

   All the music consisted of fast tunes and Laura danced like a mad woman
trying to exhaust herself.  I was out of my element most of the time but
she didn't seem to care.  By what seemed like the twentieth tune we were
both breathing hard and covered in sweat.  Laura fell into my arms and
hugged me.  "Thank you," she said.  "I'm all right now."

   "It was my pleasure," I said.  "I should be thanking you." Laura
responded by kissing me and I kissed back.  I guessed she had forgiven me
for what happened that afternoon.

   "I'm still your sister," Laura said after we broke the kiss.

   "You're still very pretty," I replied.  I lightly caressed a bra-covered
boob.  I knew I was taking the chance of pissing her off again but I just
couldn't help it.

   "You're terrible," my sister murmured.  She didn't sound angry though. I
was about to make a bolder move when another car pulled into the driveway.
Our parents were home.

   "Come to my room tonight," I said.

   "You're crazy," Laura said.  She grabbed up her record collection and
gave me a kiss before climbing the stairs.  Well, at least she didn't say
no.



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   Chapter 5

   "Where's Dad." I asked.  I'd noticed Mom had come in alone and the car
wasn't in the driveway anymore.

   "He's still at the party," Mom replied.  "I took a cab home."

   "Did something happen?" Mom shrugged her shoulders.

   "He was paying attention to his girlfriend and ignoring me so I decided
I wasn't going to stand around and take it.  I told him I was going home
and I did." I went to give her a hug which she accepted and then kissed me
on the mouth giving me plenty of tongue in the bargain.  My hands were soon
roaming her body.

   "I fucked Ruth Cassidy this evening," I whispered.  Mom gasped in
surprise and her hands moved down to my butt.  She pressed herself against
my erection.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, and now I want to fuck you." She'd been drinking and I thought I
might be able to take advantage of her condition.

   "Don't tempt me.  I wish I could.  Tell me about Ruth, darling." A
slight cough behind us caused us to move apart.  Patsy was standing a few
yards away.  She must have heard everything.  We'd been careless.  She
walked past us into the kitchen.  A minute later she walked back out.

   "You've got lipstick on your mouth, Owen," Patsy said.  "Good night,
Mom."

   "Good night, dear." We watched her climb the stairs.

   "I'm sorry," I said when she was out of sight.

   "It wasn't entirely your fault," Mom replied.  "I share the blame."

   "Will she blackmail us?" Mom surprised me when she laughed.

   "Are you feeling a bit nervous now, a bit helpless?  Maybe now you know
what it feels like being blackmailed." I shrugged my shoulders.  I did sort
of have that helpless feeling all of a sudden.

   "I'm not so sure she won't try something," Mom continued.  "We'll have
to wait and see."

   "Shouldn't we try to do something about it now before it it's too late?"

   "What do you suggest?" I shrugged my shoulders again.  I didn't know.

   "You were about to tell me about Ruth Cassidy," Mom said.  It was if she
had dismissed Patsy from her mind.  I backtracked to the start of the day
with Nancy and Katy and then the row I had with Laura.  Then I told her
about talking Ruth into taking her pants off and then my taking advantage
of the situation.  Finally I told her about my dance session with Laura.

   "You've been a busy boy today," said Mom.  "I'm so glad you made up with
Laura.  Don't worry about Nancy and Katy.  They're too immature to worry
about now, but they'll come around eventually."

   "Do you think so?  They seem like they're just interested in being prick
teasers."

   "You won't be so easily used next time and there will be a next time
unless you become interested in chasing some other girls."

   "They won't be any great loss if nothing happens with them."

   "That's the right attitude to take, dear.  As far as Ruth is concerned,
she's too embarrassed and humiliated to tell anyone what happened between
you two.  If you have impregnated her she'll be sure to blame her fiancé."

   "That's what I thought too."

   "Don't be surprised if you get another opportunity to fuck Ruth."

   "I doubt that.  She told me in no uncertain terms to keep away from
her."

   "What did you expect her to say?"

   "Nothing much different I suppose," I replied.  "Do you really I'll have
another chance with her?"

   "I don't see why not if she's as horny as her mother.  I'm hope all of
her daughters are as slutty as she is; as slutty as I am.  Speaking of that
woman, Mrs.  Cassidy wants you over to her house tomorrow morning.  It
seems she wants you to do some heavy lifting and her husband isn't going to
be home."

   "I'll be sure to be there bright and early ...  just as soon as Mr. 
Cassidy leaves." My mother was silent for a while staring at the lump in my
trousers.  Could I tempt her?  I slowly unzipped and exposed my prick.  I
was ready for another round of fucking after my session with Ruth Cassidy.

   "I think you should save it just in case Laura accepts your invitation."

   "I'd be surprised if she did but I have plenty for both of you." I
grabbed Mom's hand and started leading her to the master bedroom.

   "What are you doing, Owen?  We can't.  It's not safe." Mom's whispers
took on a frantic tone but she wasn't struggling.  Once in the bedroom I
closed the door and pulled her into a kiss.  I didn't bother turning on the
light.  My hands started pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress.

   "We can't do anything with your sisters in the house and your father
could be home anytime."

   "We can hear him coming."

   "But your sisters--"

   "I know." I was teasing Mom more than anything else but if I could have
safely fucked her right then, I would have done so.  We'd already been
caught by Patsy and I didn't want to tempt fate anymore than I had.

   "Let me suck you."

   "I haven't cleaned up since I fucked Ruth."

   "I don't care." Mom knelt down and took my prick in her mouth.  I felt
her tongue swirl around the head a few times.  "Ruth tastes delicious. 
Every woman tastes different," she continued.  I wondered how she knew
that. I began to suspect my mother might be a cunt lapper.  Maybe she could
give me pointers.  It was something to think about.

   I felt powerful.  Here I was, a twelve year old kid, and my mother was
on her knees in front of me and sucking on my prick.  What moral education
I had certainly hadn't had any effect on me because I felt absolutely no
guilt about it neither toward my mother nor my father.  I silently warned
myself not to get too arrogant.  Feelings of power were one thing but I
didn't have any actual power.  I absolutely didn't want to be confronted by
my dad.  He'd quickly show me how illusory my "powerful" feelings really
were.

   I felt a healthy cum building up and at the last second I jammed my
prick as deep as I could get in Mom's mouth and let go.  She swallowed hard
and didn't choke.  She didn't complain either after I pulled out of her
mouth.  We wished each other a good night and I headed upstairs to bed.  I
must have fallen asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

   I woke up bright and early but when I walked into the kitchen I found
Mom and my sisters already up and eating breakfast.  I greeted them and got
some breakfast for myself.

   "Mrs.  Cassidy is expecting you around nine," said Mom.

   "I'll be there," I replied.  I leered at Patsy and Laura.  Patsy glared
at me but Laura actually smiled.

   "You're crazy," Laura murmured.

   "I'll second that," said Patsy in the same tone of voice but with no
smile.  Mom pretended to not to hear that part of the conversation.  I was
told Dad was home and still asleep.  Laura already knew about Mom coming
home alone and the reasons behind her doing so.

   After breakfast I went upstairs, washed up and got ready for Mrs. 
Cassidy.  I hoped I wouldn't have to do too much hard work before I had a
chance to jump her bones.  I rang her front doorbell at exactly nine
o'clock.  Nancy opened the door and stifled a giggle.

   "Owen's here," she yelled loud enough for the whole house to hear.  In a
whisper, she said, "Good morning, Mr.  Big Dick."

   "Good morning, Miss Prick Teaser," I whispered back.  Nancy frowned when
she heard that.  I guessed she could hand it out but she couldn't take it.
I cursed myself for upsetting her.  After all, I still wanted to fuck the
bitch so I still had to try and get along with her.

   "Come in, Owen," Mrs.  Cassidy called from the kitchen.  "Would you like
some breakfast?"

   "I've had breakfast.  Thanks."

   "We'll get started in a few minutes."

   "Okay." I stood at the kitchen door and watched Mrs.  Cassidy move
around.  She was still along way from showing her condition but I imagined
her wearing a maternity dress and I started getting hard.  I stuck my hands
in my pockets in order to hide my bulge.  The girls were there with the
exception of Ruth.  Maybe she was still in bed or perhaps she hadn't come
home last night.  The others pretended not to notice me so I did my best
not to notice them.

   Mrs.  Cassidy finally motioned me to follow her upstairs and entered a
small room which looked like it was being used for storage.  "I need these
boxes taken up to the attic," she said.  "This room will be used as the new
nursery." Mrs.  Cassidy blushed and I couldn't help grinning in return.  I
wanted to grab her immediately and fuck the shit out of her but four
daughters chose that time to walk in and watch what we were doing.

   "You girls told me you had other things to do today," said their mother.
"If you're going to hang around I might as well send Owen home and put you
four to work." Their response was a disappearing act which Houdini would
have been proud of.

   "I imagine we'd better get some work done," I said.  "Otherwise they'll
be wondering what we've been up to." Mrs.  Cassidy nodded in agreement.

   It didn't look like it would take too long to move the boxes up to the
attic where Mrs.  Cassidy wanted them stored.  While I lugged she sat up
there and directed me where she wanted them put and started sorting through
the contents.  It was pretty private up there and it looked like the place
to make a move on her.  I decided that it could wait until after I brought
the last box up.  After that chore I had to take a piss.  On the way back
from the can one of the bedroom doors opened and Ruth stepped out.  It
looked like she had just then gotten out of bed.

   "Good morning," I said to her.  She had a shocked look on her face.

   "What the hell are you doing here," she demanded.

   "I'm helping your mom move some stuff up to the attic."

   "I told you to stay out of my way.  Get the hell out of here."

   "But your mom isn't through with me."

   "I don't care.  I want you out of here now."

   "Okay, but I'll have to explain everything to her."

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "I'll have to explain about why you're pissed off at me.  You know ...
tell her about last night." Ruth grabbed my arm and pulled me into her
room.

   "Don't you dare say a word about last night." Now instead of being angry
Ruth looked scared.  From the experience I had with my mother I knew I had
another perfect blackmail opportunity.  I pushed her against the wall and
wrapped my arms around her body trapping her arms at the same time.

   "I'll want to fuck you again if you want me to keep quiet." Her braless
tits were squashed against my chest.  The feeling was lovely and I felt
myself getting hard.

   "Let go of me," she demanded.  Ruth struggled a bit but she was in a bad
position.

   "Did you let George fuck you bareback last night?"

   "That's none of your business!"

   "Who's better, me or him?"

   "He is.  Please let go of me, Owen.  Someone might find you here."

   "I'll get better," I replied.  I didn't know if she was lying or telling
the truth about which of us was better in the sack and I really didn't
care. "I've only been doing this a little while." We heard footsteps out in
the hall and Ruth looked as if she was about to faint.  I was scared too.
The footsteps faded and entered another room.  I didn't know who it was but
it was the room right next to Ruth's.  A moment later whoever was there
left again and the footsteps retreated downstairs.  The bedroom door was
still slightly ajar so I let go of her arms and gently closed it.  I then
pulled down my zipper and freed my prick.

   "That was close," I whispered.  I reached over and pulled open her robe.
She was wearing flannel pajamas which kind of looked like my own.

   "Please no," she frantically whispered and refastened her robe.  "I
don't want to get pregnant." She wasn't about to make more of a fuss and
risk discovery.

   "You're probably already pregnant," I asserted which probably nothing
for her sense of calm.  "We can have fun now." Ruth looked different now as
she stared at my stiff prick.  I think she was in a bit of a 'How did I get
myself in this mess?' shock.

   "You little bastard," she said.  "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."

   "Just one more time; I promise," I replied.  A cock has no conscience.
It was something I had overheard older boys say and I was beginning to
understand its meaning.  I pulled open her robe again and Ruth didn't
protest.  Satisfied that she was going to cooperate, I pushed her pajama
bottoms and panties down to her knees.  Ruth gasped and closed her eyes as
I pushed my hand between her legs and my middle finger sought her pussy
hole.  Heh!  She was already wet and it entered easily.

   "Turn around and bend over," I said.  I wanted to take her doggy style.

   "On ...  on the bed," Ruth gasped.  I guess she didn't like that
position.  Suddenly Ruth was all business.  She took off her pajama bottoms
and panties then got on the bed.

   "Let's get this over with," she muttered.  "I hope you enjoy this
because I won't.  I dislike being raped." She lay back with her legs spread
and arms at her side like a sacrificial victim.  Ruth was right about being
raped as I look back on it, but at the time I didn't have any qualms about
it one way or another.  All I knew was that I was going get another chance
to stick my dick into her pussy hole.  At the same time I wanted to try and
make Ruth cum despite her claim that she wouldn't enjoy our fuck.  I pulled
off my clothes as quick as a wink and crawled between Ruth's legs.  My
victim shut her eyes and averted her head as my prick nosed its way through
her hairy snatch.

   It was difficult for Ruth to ignore me once I started moving inside her.
She was moaning soon after the fucking began but I don't think she was
suffering any pain.  She opened her eyes and gave me a sad puppy dog stare.
I just smiled.

   "He's so young," Ruth muttered aloud to herself.  I don't she realized
she was speaking her thoughts.

   "But oh so good," I replied.

   "It's wrong, Owen." It would have been useless to try and convince Ruth
that what we were doing was right so I didn't try.  Her protest didn't stop
her from wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my back.  I
just kept on fucking her until I was about to cum.

   "It's baby time," I gasped and shot a load of my sperm into her cunt
where it would do the most good.  I expected Ruth to protest again but
instead she started kissing me.  I felt her body shudder and I knew my sex
partner had had a nice cum.  It took a minute before Ruth caught her
breath. She looked embarrassed again and I knew what was coming next.

   "This can never happen again, Owen."

   "Why not?"

   "Because I might get pregnant."

   "You can tell George the baby is his."

   "That wouldn't be fair to George," Ruth protested.  "I don't want to
start my marriage out with a lie."

   "Fine," I replied.  "Tell George the baby isn't his.  Tell him the
father is the twelve year-old kid that lives across the street."

   "I couldn't tell him that.  He wouldn't marry me then and no one else
would either."

   "It looks like you're stuck between a rock and a hard place." My dad
loved to use that cliché.  "I'll use a condom next time; I promise."

   "You promised this would be the last time."

   "I lied." I was still inside her and my prick started to stiffen again.
Her eyes widened in surprise as I started to move again.

   "You said you were helping my mother move some boxes," Ruth said in a
frantic whisper.  "She's probably looking for you right now.  I'll die of
shame if she or anyone else finds you here." I knew she was right so I
pulled out of her and got dressed.

   "Check outside to make sure it's clear." Ruth saw the wisdom in that. 
She slowly opened the door and peeked out before signaling me to get out.

   "See you later," I said as I walked out the door but not without giving
her bare ass a gentle caress.  Ruth glared at me and quickly closed the
door behind me.  Mrs.  Cassidy looked up when I returned but she didn't
give any indication that she'd missed me.

   "I'm trying to decide if I should put all this stuff in a yard sale."

   "Never mind that." I walked up behind her, reached around and cupped her
tits.

   "Owen?" I think I took her by surprise.  Before she sent me away Mrs. 
Cassidy had been the teacher and I had been the pupil with her taking the
lead in my sex education.  She didn't know about my independent study.  Now
I was initiating things.  As far as this lady knew I hadn't gotten laid
since the last time I was with her.  That was true enough before the
previous night with Ruth.

   "I've missed being with you, Mary." I'd never been familiar with her
before this, always calling her by the formal Mrs.  Cassidy.  I wanted to
take our relationship to a new level; to be her equal.  Eventually I wanted
to dominate her.

   "I've missed you too, Owen, but ...  we have to be careful." I was
fondling her tits just the way she taught me so Mary was distracted enough
so that she couldn't form any coherent objection.

   "I know," I replied and kissed her neck.  I then moved around kissed her
on the lips; another first.  I held the kiss and prodded her teeth with my
tongue until she opened her mouth.  We engaged in some tongue play until I
broke the kiss.

   "Kneel down, Mary."

   "You ...  you don't have a condom." I think she was trying to regain
control with that silly objection but I wasn't going to allow that.  I felt
like I was dominating her already.

   "I don't need one now, remember?" I guided her gently into position and
the married woman made no further objection.  Thanks to my youth I had no
trouble getting stiff again even after fucking Ruth just a while before. 
Thanks to doing first Ruth I was able to give her mother a long satisfying
ride.  We were both covered in sweat by the time I finished inside the
neighbor lady.

   "Are all the boxes up," Mary asked after we'd straightened out our
clothing.

   "They're all up here."

   "Then I ought to pay you so you can leave.  I can take it from here."

   "I'm not going to take any money from you, Mary."

   "That's a sweet gesture, Owen but you worked hard.  You earned it."

   "I want to do it for the baby, our baby." She looked kind of surprised.

   "Our baby," she repeated.  Mary smiled finally and gave my hand a gentle
squeeze.  "That's a very mature attitude to take, darling.  Thank you."

   "I'm growing up," I said and gave her another kiss before leaving.



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   Chapter 6

   "Where's Mom," I asked as I walked into the kitchen.  Laura was standing
by the sink drying some dishes.

   "Mom and Dad are in their bedroom having a discussion.  I'd stay out of
their way if I were you.  That's what I'm doing."

   "Understood," I replied.  I assumed they were discussing something about
the party from the previous evening.  "Is anyone else around?"

   "Patsy has gone somewhere with Susan and Nancy Cassidy."

   "That's good enough for me."

   "What's good enough for you?"

   "What do you think?"

   "Get away from me," Laura exclaimed as I moved towards her.  "What if
Mom or Dad walked in while you were trying something?"

   "I wasn't gonna try anything," I said but my sister's expression told me
she thought otherwise.  "You didn't come to my room last night."

   "You really expected me to do that?"

   "Yeah, I waited up over an hour for you."

   "Fibber!  You were fast asleep."

   "How would you know that unless you came to my room?  You should have
wakened me."

   "I didn't come to your room last night."

   "Look who's the fibber now." She never could lie very well.  She blushed
whenever she tried to lie.

   "Okay, curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to find out if it was
any different from what you wanted yesterday.  Probably not, I'll bet."

   "There's always tonight."

   "Speaking of tonight, I wonder if you could do me a favor."

   "What's that?"

   "There's another dance tonight at the union hall.  I want someone to
dance with so you're volunteering to be my escort.'

   "Aren't I a little too young to get in?"

   "I've seen guys there who don't look any older than you.  I don't think
anyone cares as long as you behave.  Also, they don't sell alcohol there so
no one asks for I.D.  and it's not like the high school dances where they
make you show your student body card at the door.  Just in case I'll buy
the tickets and then we'll walk in with a crowd."

   "You have it all figured out."

   "So you'll do it?"

   "We'll have to check with Mom to see if I can go but I guess so.  I just
hope I don't embarrass myself."

   "You'll do fine." Laura opened her arms to give me a hug but she pulled
back.  "What have you rolling around in?  You stink."

   "I've been workin'." Besides sweat, my oldest sister probably got a
whiff of Ruth and Mary Cassidy's fuck juices.

   "You should do your outside chores and then take a shower." I usually
didn't start my Saturday chores until after my dad said something but I
thought it might be a good idea to do them right away and try to keep on
his good side.  After all, his day wasn't starting off as good as mine.

   My chores really didn't take very long.  It's amazing what a guy can
accomplish if he's motivated.  I wanted to get them out of the way so I'd
have the rest of the day free.  I jumped into the shower when I finished
and put on my terry cloth bathrobe.  I had unexpected visitors waiting for
me when I walked into my bedroom.  Patsy and Susan were both seated on the
edge of my bed.  Susan is the Cassidy's 14-year-old daughter.

   "This is a surprise," I said.  "What's up?" I meant besides my prick
which was already starting to stir.

   "Susan wanted to ask you something," said Patsy.  She looked nervous. 
"I'll be waiting in my room."

   "I'm not going to be alone with him," said Susan.  "You stay right
here." My sister looked at her friend and then at me but didn't move.  This
was interesting.  It looked like Patsy was deferring to our neighbor.  I
began to wonder about their relationship.

   "Patsy tells me you like to show off."

   "I don't know what you mean.  What do I like to show off?" I had a
perfectly good idea what Susan was talking about.

   "She says you like to show off what you have underneath your robe."

   "Oh, you mean this?" I pulled open my robe which got gasps from both
girls.  My prick wasn't yet at full length or stiffness so it wasn't as
impressive as would have liked but it was fun teasing them.  Also, I wanted
Patsy to get used to seeing my prick more often.  I quickly closed my robe
again.

   "It's usually much bigger but I haven't had a chance to fondle it yet
and it likes to be fondled."

   "Well then fondle it," Susan demanded.  She was a pushy bitch but I was
feeling generous.  After all, I'd just fucked her mother and sister that
very morning.  These Cassidy girls were sure a slutty bunch.

   "Why don't you fondle it yourself," I replied.  "You're the one who's
anxious to see it full length.  Susan looked at the bulge underneath my
robe and appeared to consider it.

   "You won't squirt, will you?"

   "Not unless you try really hard." After all, this would be my third cum
of the day if she succeeded.  I opened my robe in order to prompt her.  She
looked at Patsy as if to gather her courage and then gently clasped my
prick in her right hand.  To me there's no such thing as a bad wank from a
pretty girl and Susan was no exception.  My prick responded as expected and
was soon ramrod stiff.

   "You do it now," said Susan.

   "I don't want to," Patsy replied, "not with him." Well, it wasn't like
she hadn't done it with me before ...  once anyway.  I didn't let on
though.

   "It's no big deal."

   "He's my brother." Gosh!  They were talking to each other like I wasn't
even there.

   "It's not like he's going to do you if you touch it.  I did all the hard
work so now it's your turn.  Or are you chicken?" Hard work?  Ha!  She took
Patsy's unresisting hand and placed it on my prick.  Heaven!  After moving
her hand up and down my shaft a couple of times Patsy looked at Susan as if
seeking approval.

   "Keep doing it," said Susan.  Neither one was looking at my face.  I
wondered how long Susan had been dominating my sister.

   "Suck it," Susan commanded.

   "What?  No!" Patsy let go of my prick and glared at her friend.  "Why
don't you do it?"

   "I'll do it if you do it."

   "Really?  Why don't you do it first?"

   "Because I asked you to do it first." Patsy glanced up at me briefly and
I shifted my position to make it easier for her.  I couldn't believe it. 
This was the luckiest day of my life so far.  I'd gotten laid twice earlier
in the morning and now these two girls were going to take turns sucking my
dick.

   Patsy took her sweet time before getting down to business and I wasn't
going to be impatient about it and scare her off.  I held my breath as my
sister gently licked my prick head and guided the shaft into her mouth. 
She wasn't nearly as good at cock sucking as Mom but I knew this wouldn't
be the last time.

   "God, Patsy," Susan exclaimed.  "You're sucking your little brother's
thing.  What a slut!" Patsy took that as her cue to stop sucking much to my
disappointment.

   "It's your turn," my sister said.

   "You're crazy if you think I'm going to do that.  You may be a slut but
I'm not." Damn!  Susan was a prick teaser just like her two younger
sisters. I wasn't going to put up with that.  I was on top of her in a
flash.  I pushed her back on the mattress with my hands pinning her
shoulders.

   "I hate prick teasers," I hissed.  I knew I had her attention.  She
looked plenty scared.  Patsy looked more surprised than scared.

   "Get off me, Owen.  Get off me now or I'll scream." I wasn't impressed
by her threat so I ignored it.

   "I heard you say you'd suck my dick if Patsy sucked my dick.  She sucked
my dick so now you have to suck my dick.  Either that or I fuck you right
now.  Understand?  Now which is it gonna be?" My hardened prick was pressed
against her belly so I gave it a couple of hard thrusts to let her know I
was serious.  I think I was angry enough at the time to actually rape the
bitch.

   "I'll suck you," gasped Susan.  I crawled up on her chest not giving her
any chance of struggle or escape.

   "Open up," I ordered.  As soon as my prick head touched her lips Susan's
jaw flopped open and I pushed my dick in until she gagged.  I pulled out
and then back in a couple of times.  Her eyes got watery with tears and I'm
sure she felt plenty humiliated.

   "She looks very pretty with my dick in her mouth, doesn't she Patsy?"

   "Yes, Owen."

   "She's making my dick feel great.  She must have a lot of experience,
don't you think?"

   "Yes, Owen."

   "So you must be a regular cocksucker, right Susan?  You're doing this
because you like to, right?  And you're not going to say anything to
anybody about this.  Just nod your head, Susan.  That's right." I couldn't
think of anything else to say and my cum reserves were low from the
morning's fucks so I didn't want to take the time to cum in her mouth.  I
wished I had a Polaroid or a tape recorder but those things were way beyond
my means.  I got off Susan's chest and let her get up.  I guess with all
the excitement we didn't notice my mother come in.  She was standing there
at the doorway.  All of us were stunned into silence.  The first to regain
her voice was Susan.

   "It's not what it looks like, Mrs.  McCarthy.  Owen, he ...  I mean
Patsy and I uh ...  oh please don't tell my parents, Mrs.  McCarthy. 
They'll say I deserved what I got just for being in Owen's room.  I'll just
die if you tell them.  I'll do anything if you just keep quiet about this."
She burst into tears and started sobbing.

   "I'm not going to say anything to your parents, Susan."

   "You ...  you won't?" She wiped her tears and attempted a smile.

   "No, I won't," Mom replied.  "I know how young people your age like to
experiment.  I'm sure your parents did the same thing when they were your
age."

   "They did?"

   "Yes, but they have always kept their secrets to themselves and that's
what you have to do; keep whatever happened here a secret you take with you
to the grave.  That goes for Owen and Patsy as well as you and me.  Do you
understand, Susan?"

   "I understand." Mom turned to look at Patsy and I and we both nodded our
heads.  I think she was speaking directly to Patsy about what she saw the
previous night.

   "Now I want you to go into the bathroom and wash your face.  Then go
into Patsy's bedroom and calm down or your parents will wonder why you're
so upset.  But first I want to make sure we're all still friends so I want
all of us to give each other hugs and kisses.  Go on." Susan must have felt
quite awkward giving me a hug and kiss with what just happened and my stiff
prick still sticking out of my robe but she cooperated and I could see
Mom's reasoning behind making us do this.  Mom even took her turn kissing
Susan right on the lips.

   "Patsy, go to your room and sit with Susan," said Mom after Susan left.
"Don't let her leave until she's completely calmed down."

   "Okay, Mom," said Patsy.  "And Mom?  I do realize there are certain
secrets you have to take with you to the grave."

   "Thank you for understanding, darling," Mom replied.  Patsy gave Mom a
hug and kiss then turned to me.  "Thanks for not letting Susan push me
around, Owen."

   "Hey, pushing you around is my job," I replied.  Patsy rolled her
eyeballs but smiled before she left my room.

   "I admire your fast work but you have to be more careful with Susan,
dear.  From what I saw I think that girl is capable of anything."

   "I guess it was lucky you came in when you did, Mom.  She was more
scared of you than she was of me." I explained what happened and how Susan
had pissed me off.

   "I probably would have done the exact same thing," Mom said after I
finished.  "I'm proud of you for sticking up for your sister.  It sounds
like she's grateful too.  I hadn't realized how much Susan had Patsy under
her thumb."

   "By the way, why did you come up here?"

   "I wanted to tell you that your father is very pleased with you for
getting your chores done without having to be told.  He thinks it's a first
and it might mean you're finally growing up." I smiled when Mom said that.
I was growing up more than Dad could possibly know.

   "I understand you and Dad were discussing things this morning."

   "Yes and it went like I expected.  Your father denied he was doing
anything wrong and he accused me of being an unreasonable bitch."

   "I'm sorry to hear that."

   "Don't be," Mom replied in a matter of fact way.  "The more he acts this
way the more I think about pleasing you."

   "If that's the case, I won't worry about it all." I took her in arms and
we kissed.

   "Get dressed," said Mom.  "I have to go see how Patsy is doing with
Susan."

   "Did Laura tell you she wants me to go with her to dance tonight at the
union hall?"

   "Yes, she did.  I don't see a problem with it."

   I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing.  I didn't want to go looking
for any more adventure because I expected some of that this evening with
Laura if I treated her right and got her alone.  There were a lot of wide
open spaces outside of town back then and lots of places to park.  Now it's
just urban sprawl; housing subdivisions and shopping malls.  Anyway, I was
sure I could get Laura to park somewhere.

   It didn't go at all like I had hoped.  For instance, Laura didn't tell
me until the last minute that Mildred Cassidy was going with us.  Mildred
is 16 years old and Laura's best buddy.  She was one of the Cassidy sisters
that I was trying to seduce.  Well, I couldn't make a move on Laura with
Mildred around and I couldn't very well make on move on Mildred with Laura
around.  I couldn't hope for another situation similar to the one with
Patsy and Susan.  I sat in the back seat of the car with the two girls in
the front chattering.

   We got in the hall okay and Laura and I danced the first set.  Mildred
joined for some sodas when we sat down while the band took a break.  Both
Laura and Mildred complimented me on my dancing ability and I thought I was
really making progress with my campaign to seduce my sister.

   "You're really a good dancer," said a guy who had approached our table.
He was talking to Laura.  "I've seen you around but I've never seen you
dance before."

   "I would have danced if I'd been asked."

   "I'm asking as soon as the music starts up," he replied.  "That is if
your friend doesn't mind.  My name's Rick."

   "I'm Laura and this is Mildred and Owen."

   "May I sit down with you guys, Laura?" Laura turned to me as if to ask
permission and I shrugged my shoulders.  From then on it was if I wasn't
even there.  I figured this might have been the reason Laura had invited
me; to show the guys that she was really a good dancer.  Still, I was kind
of irritated since I couldn't monopolize her attention.

   "Would you like to take a walk with me, Owen?" said Mildred.

   "Sure," I replied.  The hall had a fenced off area in back where people
could wander around and get some fresh air during breaks.  It wasn't any
place where I could make a move on Mildred since there was a ton of other
people wandering around too.

   "Don't worry, Owen.  You'll have her all to yourself tomorrow."

   "I'm not worried.  Laura can take of herself and anyway she's just my
sister.  Sheesh!"

   "Oh, then it must be my sister Ruth that you're after."

   "What!  I don't know what you're talking about."

   "I followed Ruth across the street last night and I saw a little bit of
what happened.  I also know you were with her this morning in her bedroom."



   ------

   Chapter 7

   Mildred seemed to be enjoying my confusion because she was wearing a big
grin.  Damn!  It seemed like someone was almost always peering over my
shoulder no matter where I was or what I did.  I didn't know what Mildred
was after by telling me so I decided to brazen it out.

   "I hope you liked what you saw because you're next."

   "Am I?  How exciting!  From what Laura told me today I thought she was
going to be next."

   "It sounds like she confides in you."

   "She does on most things.  I confide in her too."

   "Does she know about Ruth?"

   "Not yet.  So, are you interested in Laura too?"

   "I'm interested in girls, family or not, as long as they're pretty." It
didn't sound as if she knew about anyone except Ruth.  I hoped that was the
case.  So far, Mildred was teasing me.  I wondered when she'd get around to
the blackmail.

   "My gosh!  You're a naughty little boy, aren't you."

   "I'm not so little where it counts."

   "So I've been told.  Of course, seeing is believing."

   "I'll be glad to show you.  Let's go someplace private.  I'll show you
mine and you show me yours."

   "I don't think so."

   "Turn about is fair play."

   "Is that what you told Ruth?"

   "Those were my exact words."

   "And she fell for it?"

   "She couldn't help herself once I showed her my prick.  She had to have
me.  You'll feel the same way I guarantee."

   "Actually, it sounded like she was upset with you."

   "She wasn't upset with me.  She was disappointed we couldn't do it again
because she had to go meet George."

   "You are such a bullshitter."

   "A bullshitter can't prove what he says but I can.  Besides, if your
sister was upset with me, she wouldn't have invited me to her bedroom this
morning, right?"

   "You have a point there but I still got the impression she was upset
with you there too."

   "You didn't hear her screaming for help, did you?"

   "That's true.  I didn't.  Still, it doesn't necessarily mean I'm going
to fall into your arms just like Ruth."

   "We'll never know if we just talk about it."

   "Let me think about it, okay?  God!  I still can't believe you actually
had sex with my sister."

   "Think about it all you want." All this talk about sex was making me
stiff.  Well, at least I had Mildred's interest.  I figured it was just
matter of time before I got into her pants.

   The music was starting up again and people were returning to the dance.
I pulled Mildred into her my arms and pressed myself against her belly so
she could get a taste of things to come.  I took her by surprise but she
didn't try to pull back.  She didn't mind even when I kissed her.

   "Naughty," she said when my hand wandered down to her hip.  "Let's go
in, okay?"

   Mildred excused herself when we returned to the hall.  I didn't see
Laura where I last saw her so she had to be on the dance floor with the guy
she met.  I felt kind of abandoned so I wandered around watching the
couples dancing and listening to the music.  I suddenly felt shy.  I was a
12-year-old at a dance for older teenagers and my "date" was with someone
else.  I didn't feel comfortable asking an unfamiliar girl, most likely
older than me, to dance.  I had to face it.  I was nervous and knew I still
had a lot to learn about girls.  I had just been lucky in the recent past
with women and girls that I already knew and was comfortable with.

   I finally saw someone I knew; a pleasant looking brunette.  Her name was
Jackie.  We went to the same junior high school and she was in a grade
ahead of me so she was probably 13-years-old.  She was sitting alone at a
table tapping her feet to the beat of the music.  I said I knew her but her
first name and grade was about all I knew.

   "Would you like to dance, Jackie?" She looked startled and I thought I
blew it already.

   "You want to dance with me?"

   "Uh, yeah.  Is that okay?"

   "I don't really know how to dance very well." She was apologizing but at
least she was standing up.

   "I'm just learning myself." Jackie allowed me lead her out onto the
floor and I started out with some real easy steps just like Laura taught
me. My partner was kind of tentative but she caught on quickly and I
actually got a smile out of her by the time the music ended.  She didn't
seem anxious to go back to her table so I just stood there and started
talking about school until the next dance started.

   We danced the rest of the set and I asked her if she wanted to walk
outside with me but her sister showed up and told her it was time to go.

   "Will I see you at school?"

   "Definitely," I replied.  Jackie seemed interested in me.  My mom was
certainly right when she told me that knowing how to dance made it a lot
easier meeting girls.  I didn't feel so bad anymore about being abandoned
by Laura.

   I finally met up with Laura and Mildred.  Laura said she'd given her
phone number to Rick and one other guy and was now anxious about whether
either one would call and ask her out.  My sister had finally broken the
ice with boys.  I was happy for her but I had a vague sense of jealousy
even though I had more than I could handle already.

   The girls danced some more but I didn't see anyone else I recognized so
I just sat around until they were ready to go.  On the way home Mildred and
my sister were talking and giggling as usual.  Mildred kept glancing back
at me and I wondered what was on her mind.

   "Pull over a minute," said Mildred.

   "What is it?" Laura said as she braked to a halt.

   "You'll see ...  I think." She turned around to face me and said, "Okay,
let's see it."

   "See what," Laura asked.

   "You know ...  what Patsy told us about your brother."

   "What?  No!  Owen McCarthy, don't you dare expose yourself.  I'll tell
Mom and Dad if you do."

   "Don't worry about it, Owen.  Your sister won't tell.  Take a look,
Laura.  He's got it out now and my goodness, it is big."

   "I refuse to look," Laura replied.  "I'm never going to take you
anywhere ever again, Owen McCarthy.  Sit down, Mildred.  I'm starting the
car.  Don't do that.  Give me back the key, Mildred Cassidy.  I can't
believe this is happening.  We'll be in jail if a patrol car stops and they
see inside."

   "Take a look at your brother's thing.  It's beautiful."

   "I saw it plenty when he was a baby.  It was no big deal."

   "It is now.  Your brother has grown up."

   "Will you please just give me the car key?"

   "Not until you take a look."

   "I can't believe I'm doing this," Laura said with an exasperated sigh as
she turned around.  "There, I'm looking.  May I have my keys now?"

   "She's got her eyes closed," I said.

   "I'm looking.  Ouch!  Don't do that.  Oh my gosh but it's big." This
evening was turning to be pretty good after all and better than I expected.
I had two pretty girls looking at my prick.  One of them was my oldest
sister.

   "You can touch it now," I prompted.  "It likes to be touched by pretty
girls."

   "In your dreams," said Laura.

   "I know of at least one girl who's done it with him," said Mildred.

   "What!  You don't say.  Who?"

   "I'll tell you if you touch it."

   "I'm not going to touch it.  You touch it."

   "I'll touch it if you touch it."

   "I don't want to know if it means touching his thing."

   "It's not a thing," I said.  "It's a prick." I didn't mind this back and
forth between Laura and Mildred.  It reminded me of the afternoon match
between Patsy and Susan.

   "You watch your mouth, Owen McCarthy.  I thought you were taught
better."

   "I'll touch it." Mildred reached over the front seat.  She clasped my
prick in her right hand and gently caressed it.  "That wasn't so bad.  Now
it's your turn."

   "I don't think I should.  He's my little brother after all.  It could be
considered incest."

   "It's not incest.  You're just chicken.  C'mon.  Give your little
brother a thrill."

   "I'm not chicken."

   "Prove it." Laura looked at her friend and then at me.

   "If anybody finds out about this, little brother, you won't live to see
the next sunrise.  That goes for you too, dear friend." She reached over
and copied Mildred's caresses.

   "There!  Now put it away.  I hope you're satisfied.  You've turned us
into fallen women." Both girls burst into giggles and started gabbing. 
Fallen women, huh?  They had a lot further to fall as far as I was
concerned.  They were both on the slippery slope that would land both of
them on their backs with their thighs spread wide and me lying between them
with my prick piercing their bellies.

   By the time we got home Mildred told Laura it was Ruth she saw playing
with my trouser snake but she told her it wasn't anything more than what
they'd done just now in the car.

   "Let me walk you to your door, Mildred," I said when we pulled into our
driveway.

   "That's sweet of you to offer, Owen but I think I'll be okay.  It was an
interesting evening.  I talk to you tomorrow, Laura.  Good night."

   "Good night, Mildred."

   Mom and Dad were in the living room.  They had been watching some TV
programs and were about to head off to bed.  I guess they had declared a
truce.  Dad went on to bed and Mom stayed up to talk to us.  Laura told her
about how the boys were paying attention to her now that they could see she
made a really good dance partner.  At least she gave me credit for helping
to show off her talent.  Mom said that Patsy was staying overnight at a
girlfriend's house.  They continued to talk and I got bored of listening so
I went upstairs and got ready for bed.  I hoped to talk to Mom alone before
she turned in.  When I heard Laura come up I went down.  Mom saw me and
turned off the table lamp plunging the room into darkness.  I sat down by
her side and we started kissing and caressing each other.

   "It sounds like Laura had fun this evening.  What about yourself?"

   "It wasn't so bad." I recounted the evening and the incident in the car
on the way home.

   "It's amazing what a person will do at the urging of a friend that they
will never do when faced with the choice alone," said Mom.  "That goes for
Patsy this afternoon and Laura this evening.  Of course you must follow up
on this golden opportunity."

   "What do I do?"

   "With Patsy away you'll have the opportunity to pay Laura a visit
tonight and be her bed partner."

   "Won't she scream and yell if I try anything like that?"

   "Not if you follow my instructions," Mom replied.  We discussed what I
should do and then wished each other a good night.

   I waited until a few minutes after Laura turned out her light.  I
knocked on the door and entered.

   "What is it, Owen," Laura asked and switched on her bedside lamp.

   "I thought you might be lonely tonight so I'm going to keep you
company." I crawled into her bed and got under the covers.  It was a
queen-sized bed that my sisters shared so there was plenty of room.

   "What are you talking about?  Get out of my bed this instant."

   "I'm all nice and cozy now."

   "You won't be nice and cozy if I have to go downstairs and wake up Mom
and Dad."

   "If you do that I might have to tell them about you and Mildred playing
with my dick in the car."

   "You promised you wouldn't say anything."

   "I didn't promise.  You threatened to kill me if I told anyone but I
might have to take my chances if you say anything to Mom and Dad."

   "I feel like slaughtering you right now."

   "Why don't you turn out the light?"

   "Why are you doing this?"

   "You guys got me all excited tonight." I pulled back the covers and my
prick bounced into view.  Laura gasped and flinched.

   "Put that thing away or I swear I'm going to tell Mom and Dad what you
did and to hell with the consequences."

   "But it's this way because of you and Mildred.  Won't you play with it
some more?"

   "No, I won't.  What Mildred talked me into was a mistake and I regret
it. If you want it to go down, why don't you go back to your room and play
with it?"

   "It's more fun when you play with it."

   "I'm not going to play with it ever again.  Now please go back to your
room, Owen.  I'm very tired and I want to get some sleep."

   "You can sleep fine with me here."

   "No I can't."

   "Yes you can."

   "Grrr!  Fine!  Just keep on the other side of the bed." Laura switched
off the lamp and turned her back to me.  I waited a few minutes and moved
up behind her.

   "I told you to stay away from me."

   "I like to cuddle."

   "I won't be able to sleep with that thing sticking in my back."

   "It's your fault for not making it go down." Laura whimpered but didn't
say anything.  In a few minutes she was breathing heavily and I knew she
was asleep.  I must have fallen asleep right after that because I don't
remember anything until I woke hours later.

   It was still dark.  Laura was lying on her back fast asleep.  Feeling
mischievous, I carefully unbuttoned her pajama top and gently started
licking, sucking and nibbling at the exposed nipple and fondling the other.

   "D-don't," Laura mumbled.  Her voice was still groggy with sleep.  I
ignored her and continued at my task.  I was expecting my sister to push me
away but instead I felt a hand at the back of my head as if she wanted to
keep me at her breast.

   "What am I going to do with you?" My response to her question was to
move her free hand down to my prick.  Laura didn't resist.  She clasped it
and moved her hand up and down its length.

   "I can't let you."

   "I know." I started kissing her and Laura responded with her own kisses.
I didn't expect to be able to fuck her this night but I knew it would be
soon.  I'd broken down some of her defenses but not all of them.  If I
didn't keep at her I knew Laura would want to go back to the way things
were but I wouldn't allow that and I knew I could count on Mom's help.  I
held my sister in my arms.  We must have dozed off again because it was
getting light when I felt Laura stirring.

   "Is it always hard," Laura asked when she opened her eyes and saw my
stiff prick.

   "A lot of the time," I said, "but always first thing in the morning."

   "You have to get moving.  I don't want Mom walking in on us." I
responded by leaning over for a kiss and I held her tight.

   "Owen?  I have to go to the bathroom.  Please let me go."

   "Take off your clothes."

   "What?"

   "Take off your clothes."

   "This has gone far enough, Owen.  I'm not going to strip naked for you."

   "Then I'll keep you here until Mom comes up here or until you piss on
the bed." Laura gaped at me in disbelief or at least she did until she
figured I was serious.

   "Let me stand up and I'll do it." I got up and moved between her and the
door.  Laura glared at me and shrugged off her top and then pulled down her
pants and panties.  She stepped out of her clothes and tried to continue
glaring but wound up staring at the floor.

   "You need to go on a diet," I said after inspecting her body.  Laura
wore clothes that did a pretty good job of hiding a lot of her weight but
it was plainly obvious when she was butt naked.

   "I already am on a diet."

   "I'm going to help you."

   "I don't see how."

   "I'm going to spank your fat ass each week I don't see steady progress."

   "You're mean," Laura exclaimed and tears started to her eyes.  "I'm
beginning to hate you."

   "Weigh yourself when you get into the bathroom.  You'll be weighed again
this time next week and I want to seem some progress.  You better not try
to cheat either."

   "May I go now?" Laura grabbed her robe and gave me a little shove as she
brushed past.

   "Let go of me," Laura cried as I pulled her back and pinned her on the
bed.  She was on her back at the edge of the bed and I was between her
legs. My prick was hard against her belly.  I was sorely tempted to shove
it into her little love nest.  My sister immediately realized her
vulnerable position.  She was plain scared.

   "I may be your little brother and you may hate me but you better start
listening to what I have to say.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes."

   "Am I going to hear about this from Mom or Dad?"

   "No."

   "I'd better not." I pulled her back to a sitting position, kissed her
and opened the door.  She scurried out the door but I think it was to make
it to the toilet on time rather than to get away from me.



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   Chapter 8

   "Aren't you going to have any pancakes this morning, honey?"

   "No thanks, Mom," said Laura.  "I'm just going to stick with this half
grapefruit and maybe some dry toast for breakfast.  I've decided to get
serious about my diet."

   "That's good to hear," said Mom.  "Let me know if I can do anything to
help."

   "I'm going to put on my sweatshirt and go for a brisk walk around the
neighborhood after I finish here."

   "I'm going to help by keeping track of her weight," I said.  Laura
glanced my way but didn't say anything though I could tell she was annoyed.

   "That's nice of you to do that for your sister."

   Laura finished her breakfast and left the table.  I filled Mom in on
what happened during the night.  Dad had already left for the golf course
so we were alone.

   "You handled things well, dear.  Eventually Laura will obey you without
thinking twice about it." I still couldn't believe Mom is helping me seduce
Laura and the neighbor girls but I didn't want to jinx my luck by
questioning her motives and possibly giving her second thoughts.

   Patsy came home from her overnight stay while we were talking and
announced she was going straight to bed because she'd been up all night
talking.  We weren't a Sunday-go-to-church family so that didn't create any
conflict.  However it did give me ideas.

   "Why don't you go with Laura on her walk?  Take your time.  Make it a
long walk." Mom understood right away that I wanted to be alone with Patsy.

   "You should wait with Patsy."

   "I'll be careful."

   "Yes, Owen." I didn't realize until after Mom left that I had made my
request seem like a direct order.  My mother was obeying my wishes.  I
could get used to that.

   After Laura and Mom left to go on their walk I went to see about Patsy
but not before stripping off my clothes.  I didn't bother knocking.  Patsy
looked up when I entered and didn't look really surprised but appeared
apprehensive.  I couldn't blame her for that.  She was in her pajamas and
had just finished buttoning her top.  I stepped in front of my sister and
put my arms around her.  My prick was trapped between our bodies.  She
wouldn't look at me directly, keeping her eyes down.

   "I was just about to take a nap."

   "This won't take long."

   "What do you want?"

   "I want you to finish what you started yesterday when Susan was here."

   "Mom said if a girl acts like a slut she should expect to be treated
like a slut.  Is that what I am to you now, Owen?  Am I just a slut in your
eyes?"

   "Mom told you that?"

   "She said it to Susan too.  She told Susan that because of her behavior
she couldn't expect you to treat her any better than a slut if she comes
over for a visit.  Mom said it in a matter of fact manner.  She didn't
sound angry or anything like that.  I suppose that means she won't be
coming over for a visit any time soon." I shrugged my shoulders.  I didn't
care at that point although I did wonder what Mom's intent was in scaring
Susan away.

   "I don't see you as a slut, Patsy," I said.  "But you won't talk me out
of doing stuff with you."

   "I don't want to get pregnant."

   "I won't get you pregnant." I sat down on the edge and put a bit of
pressure on Patsy's shoulders.  Without any further prompting my sister
knelt down in front of me.  Her face was level with my prick.

   "You made a good start yesterday," I said.  "I want you to do more of
the same." She was hesitant so I placed my hand at the back of her head. 
She leaned forward and let my prick slide into her mouth.  Patsy gagged and
pulled back.  She grabbed hold of the shaft so she could control how far in
it went.  I didn't care.

   "You're doing fine," I said and I meant it.  Patsy looked up at me
briefly and then continued her work.  The girl had natural talent.  She was
almost as good as Mom.  I knew I wasn't going to last long and I was right.
In less than three minutes my prick swelled and I was forcing Patsy to
swallow my seed.  She tried to pull back when she sensed I was ready but I
held her head in place and squirted a goodly amount down her throat.  She
choked some but got it all down.

   "That was a proper blow job, Patsy.  Thanks!"

   "I want to go rinse my mouth."

   "Why?  Is something wrong with the taste?"

   "Not at all," Patsy replied.  She stood up and kissed me on the lips. 
The kiss took me by surprise and she must have thought I'd be grossed out
by tasting my own cum wad because my sister smiled mischievously.  I
responded by returning her kiss and plenty of my tongue.  Patsy started to
panic when I pushed her pants down.

   "You said you wouldn't."

   "I'm not going to fuck you.  I'm going to lick your pussy."

   "What?"

   "Lie on your back.  You're going to love this."

   "I don't know if I should," Patsy replied nervously but I was already
pushing her onto the edge of the bed and pulling her pajama bottoms and
panties completely off.  My sister braced herself on her elbows and spread
her legs so she could see what I was doing.  That worked to my advantage
because her cunt was totally exposed to me.  I moved my thumb along her
furry slit and caused Patsy's body to shudder.  I spread her lower lips and
ran my tongue along her exposed pink hole.

   "D-don't," Patsy gasped.  "It's dirty down there."

   "It's probably no dirtier than my prick." I set back to work with my
tongue and my fingers.  There were plenty of oohs, ahs and sighs but no
more protests.  I lapped her cunt until my tongue started cramping.  By the
time I stopped Patsy was gasping as if she'd been running wind sprints.  I
stood up.  My prick was stiff again and my sister looked helpless.  I could
have fucked her then and there would have been nothing she could have done
to prevent it.

   I didn't though even though I wanted to.  I knew that Mom was right
about having to take it slow with Patsy.  However, she'd already had my
prick in her mouth.  Also, I returned the favor by eating her out so we
were even so to speak.  I sat down beside my sister and watched her
recover. She finally sat up.

   "That was unbelievable." She reached up and brushed something from my
face.  It was some of her loose cunt hairs.

   "Thanks."

   "You're welcome," Patsy replied.  She smiled shyly and I took the
opportunity to kiss her.

   "That's how you taste."

   "It's not so bad."

   "That's what I thought too."

   "We ...  can't do this anymore, Owen."

   "Why not?"

   "I'm your sister.  That's why not."

   "I can't help that," I replied and caressed her thigh.

   "You're being a brat."

   "Okay, I'm a brat.  So what?"

   "So we can't do this any more."

   "Yes we can."

   "What if Mom and Dad find out what we're doing?"

   "Mom pretty much knows something's going on.  Haven't you figured that
out yet?"

   "Yeah, but I'm not sure why she hasn't put a stop to it."

   "I think it has something to do with her and Uncle Hugh when they were
our age."

   "You're probably right, but what about Dad?"

   "Dad would probably kill me if he found out.  I don't think Mom will
tell.  Will you?" Patsy shook her head as if the idea of Dad knowing
frightened her.  I was glad of that.

   "He might find out somehow."

   "We'll just have to be careful." About 30 minutes had elapsed since
Laura and Mom had left for their walk so I thought it was about time for
them to return and about time for me to leave.  I didn't want Laura to know
about me and Patsy.  I kissed my sister again and left.

   I went back to my bedroom and got dressed.  Then I went downstairs to
the kitchen to get a snack.  I was sitting in the kitchen table and eating
when Laura and Mom walked in.

   "You just ate breakfast," said Laura.

   "I'm a growing boy." She gave me a disgusted look and left the kitchen.
I could tell her breakfast hadn't been satisfactory and she was going to
have trouble sticking to her diet.  Well, I'd given her a little more
incentive to succeed.  I was going to make sure she lost some weight.

   "Don't look so smug," Mom said.  "There's going to be fewer snacks in
this house so your sister won't be tempted."

   "She can always cheat someplace else.  That's why I'm going to spank her
butt if she doesn't make regular progress."

   "I offered to buy her a new wardrobe when she reaches her weight loss
goal.  That should help also."

   "I'm sure I'll get the opportunity to spank her ass."

   "I'm sure you will," Mom replied, "but you just might have a fight on
your hands if you try to go at it too quickly.  Remember Laura is bigger
than you."

   "I'll be careful." Even as I said that I was already thinking
dangerously.  I was thinking how I preferred fucking to blow jobs.  Also, I
preferred bareback fucking to using condoms.  I wanted to fuck the woman
sitting across the table from me, my own mother.  I wanted to fuck my
sisters and all the Cassidy sisters.  I thought to hell with the
consequences.

   "You look like you're about to rape me." Jeez!  Was I that obvious?

   "I wasn't thinking about rape exactly," I replied.  "I was hoping you'd
be more willing than that."

   "You're in too much of a hurry, honey," Mom complained.  "That's only
going to get you in trouble again and I might not be able to get you out of
it next time.  Just be patient and I'll teach you things that most men
never learn about women." I nodded in agreement.

   "I'm glad I have you to keep me from going completely overboard, Mom. 
I'll be asking a lot of questions and some of them might sound dumb to
you." She scooted over to a chair beside me.

   "There's no such thing as a dumb question.  Ask away."

   "Why did you scare Susan away?" I explained my question by relating what
Patsy told me earlier.

   "I didn't scare Susan away," Mom replied.  "I just told her what to
expect when she returns."

   "You mean if she returns, don't you?  I don't expect to see her around
if she knows I'm going to attack her the minute she comes through the
door."

   "That might be so.  On the other hand, she'll know what to expect and
won't act surprised when you order her to your bedroom." I laughed when I
thought of Susan scurrying to my bedroom on my orders.

   "I doubt if that'll happen."

   "You might be the surprised one.  Remember I've been able to talk to her
after I walked in on you three."

   "You haven't been wrong yet." Still, I was in awe that women could be
handled so easily if you knew what you were doing.  Laura walked into the
kitchen and said she was going out.

   "Will you be back in time for lunch?  I can fix a salad for you," said
Mom.  Laura made a face and I thought she was going to refuse but she saw
me nodding my head.

   "I guess so," Laura said and walked out the door.

   "At least I'll be busy with the others even if I never get a chance at
Susan again."

   "You should take a break," said Mom.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Leave the girls alone for a while."

   "Why?"

   "That gives them a chance to chase after you."

   "They're going to chase after me?"

   "Yes, as soon as they realize you're not paying any attention to them
anymore."

   "I'm not sure I understand.  You mean I'm going to pretend to ignore
them?"

   "That's close.  It isn't too different from Mary Cassidy sending you
away with the intention of never being intimate with you again.  She began
to miss you and you know how that turned out.  You've had intimate contact
of some sort with all five of her daughters.  It's true that not all of it
has been satisfactory to you.  Still, if you play your cards right, you
should get what you want eventually by letting them know that if they want
to be intimate with you again it's going to be on your terms."

   "Wouldn't they just get some other guys to do what they want?  Ruth
still has her fiancé."

   "And Mary and I still have our husbands.  What does that have to do with
anything?  Sure, the girls might decide to get another guy but they take a
chance in doing so."

   "I think I get it," I replied.  "They're afraid for their reputations."

   "That's it," said Mom.  "As far as they know you've kept your mouth shut
about them acting like sluts.  Although they misjudged how harmless you
might be because of your youth you didn't spread the story around school. A
good reputation is more valuable than gold and diamonds to a girl.  Another
guy might not be as discreet."

   "I think I can keep my mouth shut.  What about Laura and Patsy?"

   "I know Laura is upset with you.  We talked a bit while we were on our
walk.  She didn't go into any details but I think it has more to do with
you calling her fat than anything else." I thought it interesting to know
Laura was more upset with me bringing up her weight issue than me crawling
into bed with her.  Girls are sure strange creatures I thought.

   "And Patsy?"

   "You seem to be doing pretty well with Patsy although I'd like to see
her reaction to you ignoring her too." Well, that left Mary Cassidy and ...
Mom?  I wondered if she was testing me.  Maybe she was teasing me.  I
decided not to bring it up.

   "I'll think about what you said," I replied and gave her a kiss on the
cheek.  "I'm going outside for a while." That's just what I did.

   I walked around the neighborhood running the last conversation with Mom
through my head.  It wasn't that I doubted what Mom wanted me to do.  I
just figured it was part of my training, but I wondered whether I had the
self control to pull this off.  I'd never heard of girls chasing guys
unless he was rich and that didn't describe me.  Well, it was worth a try.
I felt the girls were mine for the taking now and I could always go back to
what worked.

   So for the rest of the day and evening I pretty much ignored my sisters.
I even ignored my mom.  None of the Cassidy girls came over.  Mr.  Cassidy
was home so it wasn't likely I'd be getting a call from his wife to move
heavy things.  So everyone pretty much ignored me back.  By the time I
turned off the light to go to bed I began to wonder when the girls were
going to start chasing me.

   "You're doing fine," Mom replied the next morning to my inquiry about
how I was doing in Campaign Ignore.  "Just keep it up and have patience. 
Things will happen sooner than you think." I nodded but I was beginning to
have my doubts.

   I'd been ignoring my buddies for a while and I was going to hang out
with them during the lunch break as it would keep my mind off girls.  Of
course we talked about girls but it was mostly wishful thinking and
bullshit.  I'd had real world experience but I had to keep my mouth shut
about it.

   On my way to lunch I heard my name called.  I turned around to see who
it was and I said, "Hi, Jackie." Jackie was the girl I danced with Saturday
night.  She was sitting at a bench nearby.  I sat down beside her without
an invitation but I don't think she minded because she immediately started
gabbing about the dance.  I took the opportunity to thank her again for
allowing me to dance with her.  She blushed prettily.

   "Let me know the next time you're going.  I'll look for you."

   "My sister brought me along," I replied, "and that might be the first
and only time."

   "Maybe you could come along with my sister and me.  We go a lot."

   "That sounds neat but I'll have to ask my folks." Jackie was interested
in me and I thought another girl would distract me from my sisters and
neighbors.  We continued talking until the bell rang.  I told her I'd look
for her at lunch the following day.

   On my way home Nancy and Katy Cassidy fell in about ten steps behind me
but I didn't acknowledge them.  Finally Nancy said, "Who's that girl I saw
you with today at lunch?"

   "That's none of your business," I said but I didn't turn around and kept
walking.

   "Is she your new girlfriend?" Damn!  Nancy saw me talking to Jackie was
sounding jealous.  This was probably what Mom was talking about.

   "That's also none of your business."

   "Are you still mad at us?"

   "No, I'm not mad at you guys."

   "Then why are you acting like you're still mad at us?"

   "I just don't want to waste my time with girls who don't keep their
promises."

   "You really didn't expect us to do what you wanted, did you?"

   "Yeah, I did." I was tired of listening to Nancy.  I crossed the street
in the middle of the block and they didn't follow me.



   ------

   Chapter 9

   I pretty much ignored everyone for the next two days with the exception
of Jackie who I continued to see at lunch.  My sisters gave me some
suspicious looks like they thought I was up to something but I didn't pay
them any attention.  I didn't expect anything would happen with Jackie real
quick.  She seemed totally naïve now that I was a jaded 12 year-old. 
Jackie's sister had a date from a guy from her school so it wasn't likely
they'd be going to the union hall dance.  I caught myself imagining me
ripping off the girl's clothes and raping the shit out of her, but that
only got me feeling hot and horny.  I was trying to avoid that.  I decided
I might have to start avoiding Jackie too.

   Later in the week I was messing around in the garage after school to no
particular purpose.  It was an old style single car garage set near the
back of the lot.  It was too small for the Buick my dad liked to drive so
it was used mainly as a storage shed and a workshop some of the time.  It
had barn style double doors with no power hooked up so no lights and the
doors were left ajar when someone went inside.

   I saw Katy walking alone up our driveway and realized she was heading
toward the garage.  I wondered what she had on her mind.  Whatever it was,
she didn't want Nancy in on it.  I was surprised when she closed the doors
behind her.  That made it pretty dark in there even though there was a
small window that let in some daylight.  She waited until her eyes adjusted
to the gloom and then walked to where I was sitting.  My jaw dropped open
when the ten year-old pulled up the hem of her dress waist high.  She
wasn't wearing panties.  I had a perfect view of her hairless cunt slit.

   "You can touch me if you want," she said.  I didn't hesitate.  Katy
flinched a bit when I palmed her cunt but she didn't back away.  I was
going to be as gentle as I could.  In the meantime I was going to figure
out why she was doing this and decide on my next move.  My dick was steel
rod stiff and aching to be let out.  I wondered if she would let me fuck
her.  Mom had warned me about my dick size.  I knew I had to be careful
because I didn't want to injure her.  Maybe something else would be more
appropriate.

   Katy was juicing up nicely as I worked open her labia.  My middle finger
explored her little hole but I was cautious at the same time.  I didn't
want to break her cherry.  My thumb massaged the area where I thought her
clit should be located.  I heard her gasp and felt her body shudder.  The
little bitch had come.  That was quick.

   "You liked that, huh?" Katy smiled and nodded her head.

   "I want to see your dick now."

   "If you want to see my dick, you're going to have to do something for
me."

   "What do you mean?  I let you touch me just now."

   "That was to make up for last time," I replied.  "We're starting from
square one again."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "I want you to suck my dick."

   "That sounds yucky," she said making a face.  "That's where you pee."

   "I'm not going to pee in your mouth.  The only thing that might come out
if you do it right is my sperm.  That's the stuff that makes babies.  Don't
worry.  Girls do it for guys all the time." She looked doubtful but she
didn't outright refuse.  There was an old blanket on a nearby pile of junk
so I put it on the floor so she wouldn't hurt her knees.

   "What if I don't want to do it?"

   "Then you go home.  I'm not going to force you to do anything." I placed
my hands on her shoulders and applied a bit of pressure.  Katy could have
easily escaped but she allowed me to guide her to her knees.  I unzipped
the fly of my jeans and let up my prick bounce out.

   "Make believe it's a lollipop," I said as a hint to what I wanted.  Katy
gripped the base of my prick in her tiny hand and wiped the head with her
other hand in an effort to clean it.  The little girl took a deep breath as
if to gather her courage and then moved her head the few inches that
separated her mouth from my prick.  Even in the dim light I could see she
was blushing.  I felt a thrill go through me as her lips touched the shaft
of my prick.  Katy repeated the process two or three more times.  While it
felt nice this wasn't going to make me come.

   "Use your tongue," I urged.  "Play with the tip." She cooperated after a
fashion, but I was getting impatient.  Besides, the longer we were at it
the greater possibility of being caught.  At the first opportunity I pushed
my cock into her mouth.  Katy tried to pull away but I now had a firm grip
on the back of her head.  She whined in protest.  That was the only thing
she could do with four inches of my prick in her mouth.  I started making
short thrusting motions in her mouth being careful not to give her more
than I thought she could take.  This was more like it.  It seemed like
forever since my last cum so I knew my neighbor was going to get a good
sized load and real soon too.

   "I want you to swallow it all, Katy.  Don't miss a drop." I shot a huge
load into her mouth.  She tried to back away but I had a good grip on her
ponytail.  It was either swallow or choke.  I heard two big gulping sounds.

   "Good girl," I said and released my grip on her.  I expected her to pull
back and start rebuking me, but she started nursing on my prick instead. 
It was like she wanted it to get hard again.  I finally pulled away and my
prick slipped out of her mouth.

   "Does this make me your girlfriend?"

   "I'm not in the market for a girlfriend, Katy." She shrugged her
shoulders.

   "I don't really care as long as Nancy won't be your girlfriend either."
Hmm.  It sounded like there was a little competition going on between the
two sisters.  I wondered what Nancy would be offering me.  Her sister had
certainly raised the ante.

   "If I had to choose between you and Nancy, it would be you." She smiled
and I took the opportunity to kiss her lips.

   "I want to fuck you," I whispered.

   "Now?" My first thought was; yeah, why not now?  But then my natural
paranoia took hold.  I wasn't sure how long Katy had been in the garage
with me and I didn't want anyone missing her.

   "No, not now but soon," I replied.  "You'd better leave.  I don't want
anyone finding you here with me." I kissed her again and sent her on her
way.  I waited for a few minutes before locking up the garage and returning
to the house.

   "What did Katy want," Mom asked as soon as I walked into the kitchen.  I
shrugged my shoulders.  It was always safe to assume I didn't have any
privacy.  There wasn't anyone else in the kitchen.

   "She was giving me a blow job," I said in a matter of fact manner.  Mom
looked stunned for a moment and then smiled broadly when she finally
realized I wasn't joking.

   "I knew one or more of the girls would break if you started ignoring
them," Mom crowed.  "You have that girl right in the palm of your hand."
She was triumphant.  I smiled and nodded my head in agreement.

   "I told her I'm going to fuck her next time."

   "Not in the garage," she replied in an excited whisper.  "Katy needs
special handling with her age and your size.  She needs to taken in your
own bed.  I'll help you set it up."

   "Thanks, Mom." I turned away to leave the kitchen.

   "Owen?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Does Campaign Ignore include me?" Mom had been allowing me to kiss or
grope her whenever we had a moment of privacy.  I guess she'd gotten used
to that bit of affection from me.  She wasn't getting it from Dad or Mr. 
Cassidy any more.  I cut that out as part of my training and I guess she
was missing it.

   "Of course it does, Mom," I replied.  "Of course, if you're willing to
be as cooperative as Katy, I might be willing to change my mind." I was
just teasing now.

   "It seems I've helped create a monster," she said with faint smile.

   "And I really appreciate you teaching me how to get my own way with a
girl, Mom.  I want to control a girl without having to sweet talk her or
giving her gifts or begging for a date or a kiss ...  or a fuck."

   "You still have a lot to learn, darling.  I don't want you getting a
swelled head."

   "I realize I still have a lot to learn.  I'll still listen to you."

   "Even while you're controlling me?"

   "That's right."

   "All right, Owen."

   "All right what?"

   "I'm giving you control ...  of me." Mom's flat out statement took me by
surprise.  I thought we were just having a hypothetical discussion.

   "Uh, are you serious?"

   "Try me, son.  Give me an order and I'll obey you.  For both our
benefits, please don't order me to do something that costs me my marriage
or lands me in jail."

   "I'm not about to kill the goose that lays the golden egg, Mom." I may
have become arrogant but I wasn't totally crazy yet.  I walked back to her
and we embraced.

   "I love you, Owen," Mom said, "and not just like a mother should love
her son."

   "Then there's no going back?"

   "There's no going back for me, at least." I was going to tell Mom I
wanted to get something going right away but Laura walked into the kitchen
at that moment.  She looked like she wanted to say something to me but then
changed her mind and started talking to Mom.  I left the kitchen then and
went up to my room.

   I couldn't get over the last 30 minutes.  I'd been sucked off by one of
the neighbor girls and my mother had given me practically carte blanche to
do whatever I wanted with her.  Things were looking up.

   I hung around my room until I was called downstairs to eat.  Dad was
home so I was on my best behavior.  It was Friday and Laura was going out
with one of guys she met at the dance.  Patsy was going to the movies with
Susan and a couple of other girl friends.

   "I want to go for a drive tonight, Owen," Mom said.  "Would you like to
keep me company?"

   "Uh, sure, I guess," I replied.  I looked at my dad.  There wasn't any
reason for it, but all of a sudden, I was feeling a bit paranoid.

   "I have an early tee-off time at the golf course," said Dad.  "I'd
appreciate it if you kept your mother company."

   "I'd be glad to." Dad nodded his approval.  He wasn't suspicious.  I
wondered if Mom had something special in mind.

   It didn't take long to be in the country once past the city limits.  Mom
drove to a ridge overlooking the city.  It was a lovers' lane late on
weekend nights but it was now deserted except for us.  She slid over and
was in my arms as soon as she set the parking brake.  We didn't say
anything.  We just kissed and caressed each other for several minutes.

   "I want you," Mom said finally.  I'd wanted to hear those words for a
while.

   "Is it safe?  I could wear a condom." I don't know why I said that.  I
didn't have a condom and I wanted to fuck her whether or not it was safe.

   "It's pretty safe," Mom replied.  "I'm going to having my period in a
few days.  That makes pregnancy very unlikely though not impossible.  I
want you bare as often as I can."

   "I wish we had a bed handy."

   "I don't.  Being here like this makes me feel like a teenager again." We
moved to the back seat.  Mom lay down and pulled up her dress.  She wasn't
wearing panties.  I had my zipper down and my stiff prick out.  Without any
ceremony I crawled between my mother's legs shoved all eight inches into
her lovely snatch.  It was the ultimate taboo.  I knew this instinctively,
but I also knew the biggest schoolyard insult was calling another guy a
mother fucker.  Now here I was; a real live mother fucker.  I didn't mind
as long as no one else found out about it.

   "This is lovely," Mom gasped as I started my fucking motions.  I nodded
my agreement and kissed her.  I was glad I'd gotten off in Katy's mouth
earlier in the afternoon.  Otherwise I wouldn't have lasted long at all.  I
was able to give her a good ride though and had her grunting with each
thrust until I finally let go inside her.  I was huffing and puffing myself
and let my full weight down on her.  Mom didn't seem to mind.  She started
caressing my back.

   "Your father thinks you're keeping me out of trouble," she said with a
giggle.

   "Let him keep thinking that," I replied.  I pulled out of her and Mom
cleaned up with a towel she brought along so she wouldn't leak on the back
seat or her dress.

   "I have a feeling we'll be going for drives much more often.  It's too
risky at home." I had to agree.  It seemed like people were always walking
in on me at the least convenient moment.

   "Anytime you want."

   Mom started taking about the girls.  I found out that Laura was worried
about her weigh-in that was due this weekend.  Her period was due also and
she tended to retain fluids during that time.  I promised not to be too
hard on her.  My guess was that was what Laura wanted to talk to me about
earlier.  I also found out that Patsy asked her what she thought might
happen if Susan came over to the house.

   "I told her to ask her brother.  It sounds like you won't have too long
to wait before you get to do another of your neighbors."

   "This is incredible, Mom.  Everything you predicted about these girls is
coming true." She just smiled.

   "Speaking of neighbors, I think Katy should break her hymen before you
fuck her the first time."

   "Why's that?  I was kind of looking forward to doing that for her." I
still had yet to officially fuck a virgin.

   "She'll be sore and swollen down there when she breaks it.  It might
make her parents suspicious and it'll be better if she can blame it on an
unfortunate accident.  There won't be any evidence of boy sperm and girls
accidentally break their hymens all the time.  She can use her fingers or a
carrot stick.  I used my fingers when I was about twelve years old."

   "I'm not sure if she'll do it." I couldn't imagine a ten year old girl
jabbing a carrot stick up her snatch in order to break her cherry
especially if she knew it was going to hurt like crazy.

   "She will do it if you tell her to," Mom replied.  "Katy wouldn't have
gone as far as she did this afternoon if she wasn't willing to do anything
you ask of her now."

   On the way home Mom said she was going to buy condoms for me. 
Apparently she was having second thoughts about me knocking up girls
indiscriminately.  She felt Nancy was ripe for the taking but not until she
was as willing as Katy.  I still wasn't sure how I was going to seduce
Ruth. She seemed a lot more self confident than her sisters.  Mom told me
not to worry about Ruth if I didn't succeed with her.

   "No one bats a thousand, Owen." I knew that.  I also knew I wouldn't
stop trying with Ruth either.

   When we returned home Laura and Patsy were gone.  Dad was watching
television.  Mom sat down with him and I retreated to my room.  I read
comic books until Mom came up.

   "Your father has gone to bed," she said.

   "Are you going to bed too?"

   "I'm going to wait up for your sisters."

   "Is there anything you'd like to do while you're waiting?" Like fuck for
instance?

   "We'd better not." She looked apologetic.  I kissed her and wished her a
good night."

   "I just remembered something, Mom."

   "What's that?"

   "You said you were pretty safe from getting pregnant this close to your
period.  That means Laura is pretty safe from getting pregnant too. 
Right?"

   "That's right," she replied with a chuckle, "but I thought you were
going to wait until she came to you."

   "Well, yeah, but it's still something to think about."

   "That's true.  You can never have too much information." She started to
go and turned back.  "By the way, Patsy is about to have her period also."
Mom walked out the door after giving me a lot to think about.



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   Chapter 10

   I took off all my clothes and climbed onto the bed to read.  I kept my
door open.  My sisters had to pass my door on the way to the bathroom. 
They'd naturally look my way when they did.  I wanted them to see me butt
naked.  My plan was to be as undressed as often as possible upstairs from
now on.  I doubted if they would complain and Patsy and Laura would get
used to it.  My hope was that maybe they'd eventually start being a little
more casual about their own dress.  I'd try to help that along.

   Patsy was the first to return home and like I suspected she would, my
sister peeked in as she passed the open door.  Patsy did a double take when
she saw me playing with my prick and then continued on to the bathroom.

   "How was the show," I called as she passed again.

   "Um, it was okay.  Do you want me close your door?"

   "No, I don't.  I want you to come in and tell me about the movies you
saw." Back then it was usually a double feature with a newsreel and cartoon
before the second feature.  Patsy blushed but she only hesitated a moment
before walking in.

   "You shouldn't do that when other people can see you."

   "You're right, but I don't mind doing it front of you.  Besides, it's
not like you haven't seen this before." Patsy didn't say anything and I
patted the mattress beside me.  She sat down and tried to ignore my prick.
That was futile.  I loved how submissive she was.  I really wanted to fuck
her tonight.  But how could I get her to want it too?  I didn't want to
force her.

   "It's your turn." Patsy knew exactly what I meant.  I wanted her to play
with my prick.  She smiled faintly, grasped it and started giving it a slow
jacking off motion.

   "I suppose you'll be wanting a blowjob next, right?"

   "Well, actually I was wondering if we could go all the way tonight."

   "No thanks.  You know I don't want to get pregnant and certainly not by
my own brother."

   "You won't get pregnant with your period only a few days away."

   "How did you know that?"

   "Uh..." Me and my big mouth!

   "That could only have come from Mom.  I'm going to go talk to her."

   "Don't do that, Patsy." But she wasn't listening.  She was already out
the door.  I threw on my robe and raced after her.

   "What is it, dear," I heard Mom say as I reached the living room.

   "Owen wants to sleep with me and I get the feeling you wouldn't really
mind very much if he did.  I want to know why." I expected Mom to go into
all kinds of denial, but she smiled instead.

   "I think it's time we talked.  Please sit down, Patsy.  Owen, please put
on your pajamas and slippers.  I won't start until you return." I rushed
back upstairs and returned in a few minutes.  I had a feeling I was finally
going to get some answers to some questions about Mom's motivations.

   "As you might have begun to suspect I had a sexual relationship with my
brother; your Uncle Hugh.  It started when I was 15 years old and Hugh was
17.  It continued right up to the time he shipped out to Korea.  If he had
survived I have no doubt the affair would have continued even to this day.
I was devastated when he was killed in action.

   "One of the things Hugh liked to joke about was that he'd like to train
the boys in our families how to deal with women.  Well, he never had a
chance to have a family of his own.  I decided to train Owen how to deal
with women in honor of his uncle.  I wanted to wait until you were 14 or
15, but I didn't count on Mary Cassidy seducing you." Patsy gasped in
amazement.

   "Mrs.  Cassidy seduced Owen?" she asked.

   "The child she's carrying is your brother's." Patsy gaped at me.  I
couldn't help smirking.

   "Mr.  Cassidy is suspicious so you hold my life in your hands," I
hastened to add.

   "Mom already warned me that anything I heard tonight couldn't be
repeated."

   "In any event, I've been aiding and abetting Owen in his efforts to
seduce one and all," Mom said.  "I know it's wrong of me and the
consequences of being caught are enormous for both Owen and I.  But the
excitement I've experienced so far makes it worth the risk."

   "I'll leave you alone from now on, Patsy," I said.

   "Why do you want to do that?" It was my turn to gape.  Patsy smirked in
return.

   "I thought that was the whole point of this meeting."

   "I didn't say I wouldn't sleep with you.  I just wanted to know what was
going on.  Mom can only make so many excuses for you or explanations about
your behavior before it becomes pretty ridiculous."

   "I guess I'll have to be more careful," Mom said.  "But I felt more
excitement than fear when you confronted me, Patsy.  I think you and I are
similar that way."

   "That's true," Patsy replied.  "But I also think I should be practical.
I know you can't speak for Daddy, but I want your assurance that I won't be
treated like a leper if I wind up pregnant.  I don't want the child taken
away from me.  I'd be willing to raise it by myself if it came to that."

   "You're right.  I can't speak for your father and he's more than likely
to raise hell over it, but you have my assurance I won't turn hypocrite on
you.  I love you too much for that.  I'll make the same assurance for Laura
if it comes to that.  Your brother can't be implicated, of course."

   "I realize that."

   "So let's continue where we left off," I said.

   "You're impossible," my sister said with a merry giggle.  "I can hardly
believe my little brother is going to be a daddy and to Mrs.  Cassidy's
baby no less."

   "I'm working on her daughters thanks to you."

   "You're welcome.  I hope everything works out for you there.  I think
Susan is still in shock over what happened, but I think she's curious about
what you might do if she comes over again."

   "I'll treat her like a slut."

   "I'll tell her what you said, but that might not keep her away."

   "That tells me she wants to be treated like a slut." I wanted Patsy to
go back upstairs with me, but she seemed happy to continue gabbing with
Mom. Laura came home soon after and they got fresh material of things to
talk about.  I decided to give up and just go to bed.  It had been a good
week and I was making progress.

   Laura came to me first thing the next morning and complained about
Sunday's weigh-in and how unfair it would be since she always gained weight
when her period was due and I should just let it go for a week because she
was really trying.  She acted kind of surprised when I said I was okay with
it.  I think she expected more resistance from me.

   I got started early on my chores so I could have the day free for
whatever might come my way.  While I was in the back yard Nancy and Katy
came over.  Damn!  How was I going to talk to Katy with Nancy there too?

   "Hi guys," I said just for something to say.

   "Our mother wants you over at the house as soon as you finish your
chores," said Katy.

   "All right," I replied and kept on working.  Nancy said something to
Katy and Katy turned to leave.  She turned back around when she was behind
Nancy and blew me a kiss.

   "I might let you do stuff with me if we were boyfriend and girlfriend,"
said Nancy after her sister left.

   "What kind of stuff," I asked.

   "Kissing and stuff like that."

   "Well, since I'm not interested in having a girlfriend, I guess we won't
be doing any kissing and stuff like that." Nancy didn't look happy with my
answer so I just steered my push mower to the other side of the lot and
stayed there until she got tired of glaring at me and left.  The girl still
had some work to do on her seduction skills.  She was way behind her little
sister on that score as far as I was concerned.

   I got done with my chores pretty quick and went straight across the
street.  Mildred answered the door and told me her mom was in the attic
storage area.

   "Ruth isn't here so you don't have to waste your time looking for her."

   "That's all right," I replied.  "You can always fill in for her."
Mildred just smiled and stepped out of my way.  I climbed the attic stairs
and found Mrs.  Cassidy sitting down on a wooden crate.  She wasn't doing
anything and I assumed she was just waiting for me.

   "Are you all right, Mary?" I leaned down and kissed her.

   "I was feeling a bit unloved until you showed up."

   "I'm here now." I kissed her again and moved my hand under her dress. 
The married woman spread her legs to give me access to her pussy.  She
wasn't wearing panties.

   "Fuck me now, Owen.  I need it." She slipped off the box and positioned
herself on all fours.  I took my position behind her and slipped my prick
into her cunt.  Nice!  I was just getting started when I heard Mary gasp.
She couldn't have cum already.  She was looking at something and I turned
my head to follow her gaze.  Katy was staring at us from the open doorway.
Shit!  I had to do something, but what?  Mary started weeping.  Her life
was over.  Hell!  My life was over when Katy told her father what she saw.
Surprisingly, my prick was still inside Mary's snatch and still rock hard.
Was this being excited by fear and risk that my mother talked about?

   "Uh, is anyone else out there, Katy?" She shook her head.

   "Come in and close the door." Katy didn't hesitate.  She walked up and
started watching us closely.  I started moving inside the unfortunate woman
once more and my desire to cum increased as Katy observed us.

   "Katy, if you tell anyone about this, I won't be able to love you like
I'm loving your mom.  Do you understand?" She nodded her head.

   "Now tell her that you won't say anything about what we're doing.  Tell
her you love her ...  please?"

   Katy knelt down beside her mother.  In fact she copied her mother's pose
with her butt pointed right at me.  I fondled her behind and she wiggled it
in response.  That got me going and I quickly came inside the poor woman. I
know I didn't give Mary any pleasure.  She was in too much distress.

   "Don't worry, Mother," said Katy.  "I won't say anything to Daddy or
anyone else.  I don't blame you for loving Owen.  I love him too." Mary
stopped crying and looked at her daughter with a mixture of relief and
wonder.

   "But you're so young."

   "Owen isn't much older than me."

   "Have you yet?"

   "Not yet.  But I want to and I will ...  with Owen." Katy kissed her mom
on the cheek and then turned to me.  We started kissing while Mary
straightened her dress and watched.  She didn't say anything.  I think she
was still in shock.  I didn't try anything else with Katy.  I wanted to her
mom calmed down before I left.  I asked Katy to be our lookout downstairs
while I talked to Mary.

   "I can't let you," said Mary.

   "She seems pretty determined.  Do we have any choice?  I mean she has us
pretty much over a barrel, doesn't she."

   "But you're so big.  You might injure her."

   "I'll be careful," I tried to assure Mary.  "You can help make sure I
don't hurt her."

   "How?"

   "You can tell her to break her hymen and stretch out her hole so it's
easier for me to get in."

   "I can't do that."

   "Suit yourself, but I don't want to be around when Katy tells her father
what she saw." I decided to pretend to pout and left soon after that
without giving Mary a kiss.

   I went back home and jumped into the shower to get cleaned up.  When I
came downstairs, my mom told me Jackie had called.  I remembered trading
phone numbers with her but I didn't expect her to initiate a call to me.  A
girl calling a boy was really forward of her back then.  I returned the
call and she invited me to meet her at a local movie theater because
someone had given her a couple of free passes.  I agreed to meet her in
front of the box office at noon and decided to ride my bike because it was
just a bit too far for me to walk without hurrying.  I told Mom what my
plans were and she gave me some money to buy a treat for us after the film.

   "Jackie's very interested in you, dear," said Mom.  "She wouldn't have
risked calling you otherwise."

   "I'll be a complete gentleman, Mom."

   "I hope not, Owen.  You don't want to bore the girl."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Girls will tell you they want respect but they crave excitement just
like guys.  That's why they go for the bad boys who are liable to take
control of them.  Just don't be predictable.  It's one of the reasons
you're doing so well with the girls around here." I hadn't yet told her
about being caught fucking Mrs.  Cassidy by Katy.  I decided that could
wait until I came back from my "date".

   "I can think of some thrills I'd like to give her."

   "That's the spirit.  Jackie will be praising you or complaining about
you to the other girls at school on Monday.  Either way you'll start to get
a bad boy reputation which is valuable to attract other girls." She handed
me a couple of condoms.

   "I'll remember that, Mom.  Thanks!"

   The film that was showing was something starring Burt Lancaster if I
remember right.  I preferred the monster films.  There was another theater
nearby that specialized in those.  Also, they didn't have usherettes
patrolling up and down the aisles breaking up couples making out. 
Listening to the older guys, I heard you could practically fuck a girl in
there and the management wouldn't care as long as no one kicked up a fuss.
That's where I wanted to take Jackie.  And that's what I suggested when I
met her in front of the box office.  She looked surprised and then smiled.

   "What do I do with these?" I took the passes and handed them to a couple
standing in line.  I had already seen "Attack of the Crab Monsters" and
"Not of this Earth".  Jackie told me she normally didn't watch the monster
films because they gave her nightmares.  I told her we weren't there to
watch movies.  She blushed and tried to look stern, but it ended with
another smile.  I bought the tickets and something to munch on at the snack
bar.

   "Attack of the Crab Monsters" was already going when we walked in. 
Fortunately, everyone who wanted to see the films had pretty much already
done so and there weren't many people there.  That suited me fine.  We
weren't there more than five minutes before I kissed my date.  Jackie
responded well so we continued kissing.  The first time she balked was when
my thumb brushed her tit where I thought her nipple might be beneath her
bra and blouse.  Jackie pushed my hand back to her waist where it started.
I assumed the girl wanted what I wanted but she wanted me to go slower.  I
was just going to be persistent about it.  If Jackie got mad and left then
so be it.  I mean, she'd gotten here on her own power and she could leave
the same way.  She wasn't dependent on me for a ride home.  As long as
Jackie was willing to stay, I figured she was willing to make out.  I
thumbed her nipple once more.

   "I'm wearing a white blouse," Jackie whispered.  I guess she expected me
to understand what she meant by that.  After a few seconds I figured out
she didn't want any stains from my grubby hands showing up on her blouse. I
could imagine it might cause her parents to ask questions if they noticed
it.

   "Unbutton your blouse," I said.

   "What?  No!  You're crazy." Jackie didn't sound angry so I went back to
kissing her but I started playing with the buttons of her blouse.  I had
two unbuttoned when she moved my hand away and buttoned them again.

   "You're going too fast for me, Owen."

   "You're right." I turned and stared at the screen.  It only took a
minute for Jackie to take my hand and lean her head on my shoulder.  She
was trying to make up to me but I didn't think she was going to give in; at
least not yet.

   I had another idea.  I had a nice healthy boner going so I took Jackie's
hand and casually brushed it against my prick.  She pulled away like it was
red hot but Jackie was still interested enough to look at where her hand
had been.

   "Would you like to see it?"

   "Don't you dare!" she whispered.  Her eyes were fixed on my crotch. 
Maybe she was wondering if I was brave enough to do it.  Hell!  I was
wondering if I was brave enough to do it.  If I did it, would Jackie get up
and run?  Would she ever speak to me again?  What the heck I thought.  This
would at least make my bad boy reputation.  There were plenty of other
girls out there in the world.

   "You can't get your blouse dirty just looking." I heard her gasp as I
unzipped and let my prick out.

   "Put that away.  Someone might see."

   "There's no one else close by except you." I noticed Jackie hadn't taken
her eyes off my prick yet.

   "Have you ever touched one?" Jackie shook her head.  I expected some
resistance but she let me guide her hand to the base of my prick.  The girl
grasped it and started to gently run her hand up and down the shaft.  We
started kissing again and this time Jackie allowed me to unbutton her
blouse.  She gasped when I lifted the bra cups above her tits but she would
have had to let go of my prick to stop me.  I fondled her bare tits while
she played with my prick.

   "Attack of the Crab Monsters" was coming to an end.  I'd have to end
this before the lights came up for the intermission.  There was one more
thing I wanted her to do.

   "Kiss it, Jackie." She took a quick look around to make sure no one was
watching and then bent over my prick.  I was surprised how readily she went
for it.  She must have felt as hot as me.  In fact she went farther than I
thought she would.  I felt my prick head slide into her mouth.  She gave it
a few licks before pulling back, adjusting her bra and buttoning up her
blouse.  I still had a stiff prick to stuff back into my jeans.

   "Let's get out of here." I took her hand and we walked out onto the
sidewalk.

   "I can't believe what you made me do in there," said Jackie.  I didn't
recall making her do anything.  I was about to call her on it when I
remembered Mom telling me women didn't like to acknowledge responsibility
for their actions so they pretended it was their male partner's fault.  I
just shrugged my shoulders.

   "Yeah, I enjoyed making you do all those things," I replied.  There was
a cocktail lounge right next to the cinema.  A couple was coming out as we
passed and I recognized them; the man was Mr.  Cassidy and the woman was
Mrs.  Simmons, a married woman who lived on our same street.  How do you
like that?  He was back to cheating on his wife and my mother besides.  I
almost laughed but I managed to keep a straight face.  They recognized me
too.  Mrs.  Simmons was trying to melt into the wall but not too
successfully.

   "Uh, Owen?"

   "Yes sir?"

   "May I speak to you for a moment?"

   "Of course, sir."

   "I'd appreciate you not mentioning anything about seeing Mrs.  Simmons
and I together.  We were just having a friendly drink but some people might
misunderstand." Like your wife and her husband?

   "Don't worry, sir," I replied.  "I'm a man of the world just like you
and we have to watch out for each other, right?  By the way, I'm sorry I
don't have anything to report."

   "Uh, well, that's fine then." He took a bill out of his wallet and
handed it to me.  A twenty!  "Go buy you and your friend ice cream sodas,
okay?"

   "Thank you, sir."

   "You have a lipstick smudge on your lip, sir," said Jackie.  "No, don't
use your handkerchief.  That's how my mom found out about my dad cheating."
She took a tissue out her pocket and handed it to him.  She sniffed his
lapel.  "I'd take this jacket to the dry cleaners before going home, sir. I
can smell perfume and if it's not your wife's scent." She left the rest
unsaid.

   "Uh, thanks again," said Mr.  Cassidy.  He was embarrassed but I think
he was grateful.  When he left with Mrs.  Simmons they were walking a bit
farther apart than when I first saw them.  When they were out of sight
Jackie started laughing and jumping up and down.

   "I've never had such an exciting time before in my entire life," Jackie
said.  "Thank you so much, Owen." She gave me a hug and a kiss.

   "Well, there's more where that came from." I produced a condom and
showed it to her.  It took a couple beats before she realized what it was.

   "Uh, that's a little bit too much excitement for me." She backed away a
few steps and I shrugged.

   "Well, maybe next time," I said.  Jackie didn't say anything, but she
took my hand and we walked back to the theater where my bike was still
parked.  She called her sister from a phone booth and I stayed with her
until she arrived to pick Jackie up.

   "Do we shake hands," I asked when her sister arrived.  I didn't want to
be too forward in front of her sister.

   "Yes," said Jackie.  She took my hand and then kissed me.  She got in
the car and I watched until they were out of sight.



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   Chapter 11

   I returned home and, as soon as I could catch Mom alone, gave her a
rundown of my day.

   "You've been a very busy young man today," Mom said.  "I'm proud of you.
You've turned Mary into a virtual accomplice for whatever you decide to do
with her daughter.  That was very quick thinking."

   "Yeah, I think Mary will have to cooperate sooner or later.  I'm glad it
wasn't anyone else who walked in on us."

   "As far as my former lover is concerned, I couldn't care less that he
now has a new mistress as long as I have you.  And if a young girl has to
give him lessons about avoiding detection, I assure you it's too late. 
Mary already knows he's cheating on her again.  In fact, I'm no longer
surprised Mary found out about me.

   "You also did a fantastic job with Jackie.  I knew she was really taken
with you when she called.  Just don't be surprised if she's rather cold or
downright hostile with you if you see her on Monday."

   "Why's that?  I showed her a wonderful time.  She couldn't have faked
that excitement."

   "It might happen because you're no longer with her to maintain that
emotional excitement.  As soon as Jackie has calmed down she'll undoubtedly
experience fear, anger, doubt, guilt and regret."

   "What?  That's crazy."

   "That's being a woman.  We love our emotions; even the negative ones."

   "That doesn't make any sense."

   "You're right.  Women are emotional creatures, not logical ones.  Men
make fatal errors by trying to reason logically with women.  But try to
understand Jackie anyway.  For one thing she could be afraid you'll talk.
We've already discussed that when we talked about your sisters and the
neighbors.  She's also afraid of what you'll expect of her if she sees you
again.  I'm sure she was scared when you showed her that condom.  The other
emotions concern what you did with her.  After all, she can no longer
consider herself a good girl."

   "Okay, I understand now.  So what do I say if she's pissed off the way
you say?"

   "Don't try to dismiss her feelings.  Act like you're really listening.
Don't argue with her, but don't apologize for your behavior either.  Don't
go soft on her or she'll realize your bad boy image is nothing but an act.
You have to be consistent with her at all times.  Above all, don't get
angry and hold it against her because she's just as liable to tell you she
loves you five minutes later."

   "Do all women think that way?"

   "Every moment of every waking day; even me."

   "Thanks, Mom.  I'll try to remember everything you told me."

   "You'll learn a lot through experience, but I'll always be available if
you want some advice."

   "Are you available for something else?  With all that fooling around
with Jackie I never got to cum."

   "Poor dear.  I'm afraid I can't help you.  I'm getting dinner together
and your father is home.  Your sisters will be going out after dinner so
don't look to either of them.  By the way, you'll be happy to know Laura
lost a full pound.  I'll be glad to keep track of her weight for you from
now on.  I think that'll be better."

   "Just make sure she doesn't mess with the scales."

   "I won't.  Say, why don't you go over to Mrs.  Simmons' house and
blackmail her for sex?"

   "Uh, do you think that's a good idea?"

   "I don't see why not.  She's probably scared to death about you telling
her husband what you saw.  And if blackmail is good enough for your dear
mother it's good enough for her."

   "I'll have to find out when her husband isn't around."

   "He obviously wasn't around today.  Anyway, I might hear stuff.  I'll
let you know."

   I didn't want to hang around the house until dinner.  Everyone else was
occupied and I was afraid my dad might think of some chore for me to do if
he saw me idle.  He did that sometimes.  I also didn't want to go across
the street.  I really had no excuse to drop in if I hadn't been invited. 
Plus I'd already been there that morning and I was pretending to be pissed
at Mrs.  Cassidy anyway.

   I started walking down the block before I knew what I wanted to do.  The
direction I took was where Mrs.  Simmons lived.  I would check out the
exact house.  I'd never been there but I knew it was one of two houses on
my side of the street.  I lucked out when I saw Mrs.  Simmons getting
something out of the trunk of her car.  She saw me when she turned.  It was
one of those deer in the headlights moments.  The woman was absolutely
frightened.  I wasn't exactly cool and calm myself.  I screwed up my
courage and walked up to her.

   "Hi, Mrs.  Simmons," I said.  "I'll help you with that." I took the
grocery bag out of her arms.

   "I ...  I can manage that, uh ...  Owen," the woman stuttered but I was
already walking toward her door so she just followed me.  I walked past her
when she opened the door and went into the kitchen.

   "Thank you, Owen," she said.  "I can take it from here."

   "May I please have a glass of water, Mrs.  Simmons?" The lady frowned a
bit but poured me a glass from the kitchen faucet and handed it to me.

   "I don't know what you think you saw today, young man, but it was
completely innocent."

   "Was it?"

   "Yes it was," the woman replied.  "I was running a few errands and I
happened to meet George Cassidy at the supermarket.  He invited me out for
a drink.  It was as simple as that."

   "Do you always dress so nicely when you're just running a few errands?"
She was dressed to attract with stockings and high heels.  I wouldn't quite
call what she was wearing a party dress but it was quite sexy.

   "What if I do?"

   "And that bar is quite a distance from the Safeway.  Are you sure your
husband will buy that story?"

   "Just what are you after; more money?  Don't think I didn't see George
give you some money already."

   "I guess I'm after the same thing George is after."

   "But ...  you're just a kid," Mrs.  Simmons gasped.  "I think it's about
time you get out of here," she demanded angrily.  "Right this instant!"

   "Okay, Mrs.  Simmons," I replied.  "I'm going.  Thanks for the water. 
Uh, what time does Mr.  Simmons get home?" I turned to go.

   "Wait!" I turned around and faced her.  She looked scared again.

   "Yes, Mrs.  Simmons?" She gave me a pleading look but didn't say
anything.  I decided to see if I could take control of her but I couldn't
just grab her.  That might send her into a panic.  I wished I could ask Mom
for advice but I had to figure this out alone.

   "I'll be waiting for you in your bedroom," I said and walked out of the
kitchen.

   "No!" I ignored her.  She followed me again which is what I was counting
on.  I supposed she didn't have any choice.  The bedroom door was wide
open. Mrs.  Simmons made a grab for me as I walked in.  That didn't slow me
down any.  In fact, it pulled the woman off balance.  She stumbled and I
was able to grab her around her waist and gently maneuver her onto the edge
of the bed.  She tried to rise but I was practically on top of her and she
couldn't move very much.  I made sure my legs were between hers so she was
in a very vulnerable position.

   "Please don't.  I'm a married woman." I almost laughed.

   "And George Cassidy is a married man."

   "I wasn't going to let him do anything even though he wanted to.  You've
got to believe me."

   "I believe you but will your husband?" As far as I knew the two had been
messing around with each other for a while.  Mrs.  Simmons was shedding
tears now but that didn't bother me.  I'd heard that women can turn tears
on and off at will.

   Mrs.  Simmons was a young pretty redhead and she couldn't have been
married that long.  I figured she was about 23 years old.  I wondered what
prompted her to start cheating on her husband with Mr.  Cassidy, a much
older man than Mr.  Simmons.  Did all married couples cheat on each other?
Was Mr.  Simmons with his mistress at this very moment?  So much for the
sanctity of marriage.  Pretty cynical attitude for a 12 year old kid, huh?

   Mrs.  Simmons gasped when I pushed my hand beneath her dress and gently
caressed her panty crotch.  She tried to close her legs but my own were in
the way.  Then she grabbed at my arm and pushed but I kept at it.  I was
wary of her trying to hit or scratch me but I hoped my threats of exposure
were enough to deter any violent defensive reactions.

   "What are you doing to me?"

   "Does it feel good, Mrs.  Simmons?"

   "Please don't humiliate me."

   "Does it feel good?" I repeated.  Her hold on my arm was weakening and
her hands fell away.  She stopped resisting altogether and lay back with
her eyes closed.

   "It feels wonderful," the married woman whispered.  "I never--" Damn! 
Didn't she know about masturbation?  Didn't Mr.  Simmons know about
foreplay before fucking his wife?  Well, that wasn't any of my business. 
The lady's panties were getting soaked.  It was time for me ease the
panties down and off her legs.  I saw a small pair of scissors within arm's
reach on her vanity table and had a different idea.  While keeping Mrs. 
Simmons distracted with my finger, I grabbed the scissors and gently
snipped away the crotch of her panties.  She realized something was going
on but I quickly replaced my finger with my tongue and Mrs.  Simmons
squealed aloud with what I figured was an entirely new sensation for the
neighbor lady.  Probably no one had ever licked her down there before me.

   While I had Mrs.  Simmons whimpering in pleasure I was taking my prick
out of my pants for the grand finale.  I figured I'd give her a good ride
since I already came once in Mrs.  Cassidy that morning.  I felt her
shudder through what must have been her third cum.  I pushed her knees back
against her tits and sank my prick into her hot slippery snatch.  The
lady's eyes went wide and her lips formed a silent O.  I expected her to
start demanding I stop or at least be whining about a condom but the only
thing she said was, "Darling!"

   I knew I'd conquered her.  I began to relax although I still made sure
Mrs.  Simmons felt completely dominated by me; another lesson from my mom.
I kept her in the jackknifed position even after I came inside her.  Mrs.
Simmons didn't protest once and waited patiently until I lifted my weight
off her body.  We cuddled on the bed for several minutes without saying
anything.  Mrs.  Simmons was the first to speak.

   "My husband and I have been trying for a child for a couple of years
without success.  I began to suspect something might be wrong with me.  I
went for a medical exam and my physician told me I checked out fine.  He
suggested my husband should come in for tests but he refused to go and
denied anything was wrong with him.

   "I started tracking my most fertile days so we could have the best
chance of conceiving and this weekend would have been an excellent time to
do the job.  So my husband decides to take off for the weekend and go
fishing with his pals.  I was so angry with him I decided to see if someone
different could do the job.  I decided on seducing George Cassidy because
he already has several children and another one on the way.  He'd be sure
to impregnate me.  It was quite easy seducing him.  We were on our way to
rent a motel room when we ran into you and your friend.

   "George got kind of nervous then and I must admit I did too.  So we
decided to put it off until tomorrow.  He was going to rent a motel room
outside of town and I'm supposed to meet him there.  Now I don't want to
since you took charge of me.  I didn't like the idea of being raped at all,
but it turned out to be something completely different.  You gave me the
most wonderful sexual experience I've ever had.  Besides that, I think
you've given me the child I was hoping for.  In fact, I know I'm pregnant
at this very moment and I hope it doesn't bother you that you've given me,
an older woman, a baby.

   "No problem at all, Mrs.  Simmons.  I'm glad I could help," I replied. I
knew she couldn't know for sure but maybe it was a woman's intuition. 
Well, I knocked up Mrs.  Cassidy the first time and I certainly shot a lot
more sperm inside Mrs.  Simmons so it was possible.

   "My name is Bernice," she said.  "It sounds silly having the father of
my future child being formal with me.  Please call me Bernice."

   "All right, Bernice."

   "Oh my!  It's getting hard again already.  No wonder I felt so filled.
It's big."

   "It likes it when you do that." She'd been caressing my prick just like
Jackie had been doing earlier.

   "May I kiss it?"

   "Of course you may." I was at full erection again.

   "I never thought I'd ever be willing to do something like this, but I
think I should return the favor."

   "I do too." Bernice liked to talk so I figured she'd be quiet for a
while with my prick stuffed in her mouth.  I was right but I guess I was
thinking about her wanting a baby and cumming in her mouth wasn't the way
to get that done so after a minute I pulled it out of her mouth, got in
between her legs and fucked her again.

   Bernice assured me I was welcome to come over anytime her husband wasn't
around.  In fact, I could spend the night there if I wanted.  I told her
I'd have to ask my mom's permission.  She got kind of embarrassed.  I think
it brought home the age difference between us and would probably give her
second thoughts about continuing our relationship.  I really didn't care.
I'd gotten what I wanted.  I know that sounds like I was spoiled and I
guess I really was.  Women were losing their mystique to me.  They weren't
nearly as difficult as I'd been led to believe.

   "Have you started wearing perfume," Laura asked as I sat down at the
dinner table with the rest of the family.  I'd just arrive home when Mom
announced dinner so I just had time to wash my hands.

   "I was, uh ...  talking to a girl."

   "Just talking?" I looked at Laura.  It didn't sound like she was
teasing. I wondered what was on her mind.

   "Getting interested in girls?" Dad asked.

   "Uh, yeah," I replied.  "In fact I went to the movies with a girl just
today."

   "Well, you can come to me if you need any advice," he said.

   "Thanks, Dad." I didn't think I needed advice from him but it was nice
of him to offer.

   "You can always get an opinion from a woman's point of view too," said
Mom.  "Your sisters and I are available." She smirked and my sisters' faces
kind of reddened.

   "Thanks, Mom.  I'll keep that in mind."

   Mom was astounded when I finally got a chance to tell her of my latest
adventure.  I asked her if I could go back over to Bernice's and perhaps
spend the night.  She didn't see a problem and if Dad asked where I was,
she'd just tell him I was spending the night with a friend.  My sisters did
it often enough.

   I took a shower and put on clean clothes then left the house.  I saw Mr.
Cassidy motioning to me from across the street when I got out to the
sidewalk and so I walked over to find out what he wanted.

   "I need you to do me a favor, Owen.  It'll just take a few minutes of
your time."

   "Sure, Mr.  Cassidy.  What do you need?" He handed me an envelope.

   "I need you to take this note to Mrs.  Simmons.  Do you know where she
lives?"

   "I sure do.  Consider it done."

   "Thanks," he said.  "I appreciate it." He reached for his wallet.

   "No need for that," I replied and continued on my way.

   Bernice had changed into some slacks and removed her makeup.  She looked
a lot like a teenager without it.  She told me she was 22 years old.

   "What a pleasant surprise," she said as she let me in.  She quickly read
the note and said, "More good news.  George has cancelled tomorrow's
rendezvous on me.  That saves me the trouble of canceling on him." She
crumpled up the note.

   "I wasn't sure if you were coming back tonight.  Let me dress and put on
some makeup."

   "Leave the makeup off except maybe for some lipstick," I said.  "Put on
a skirt.  I like to look at your legs."

   Bernice smiled and said, "Yes, Sir." I guess I made it sound like a
command.  She reacted just like my mother; very submissive.  I liked that.

   Mrs.  Simmons turned off the lights in the house.  She said she wasn't
going to answer the door or the telephone either.  As far as anyone was
concerned, no one was home.  We kissed and cuddled for a while.  I was
pretty relaxed until Bernice started playing with my prick.

   "Gosh, you're about ready to go again," Bernice said.

   "Well, what do you expect when you do that?"

   "My husband would've been pretty much through for the day after the
first time."

   "I'm not your husband," I growled.  I grabbed Bernice's hand and led her
into the bedroom.  We stripped off our clothes and commenced a long
leisurely fuck.  My last cum of the night was just a dribble and a drop,
but I was satisfied and so was Bernice.  She was ready to sleep and so was
I.



   ------

   Chapter 12

   It was still dark when I awoke.  It wasn't even five o'clock according
to the bedside clock.  I decided to get up and get moving without waking
Bernice but I guess she was awake too.

   "You're not leaving, are you?"

   "I was thinking about it."

   "But it's still dark."

   "It's less likely I'll be seen by the neighbors if I leave when it's
still dark."

   "That's true," Bernice allowed.  "How about one more for the road, big
boy?" She pulled back her covers and spread her legs in invitation.

   "I dunno," I replied.  "I don't want to spoil you."

   "You won't spoil me.  I promise.  Please?"

   "Let me think about it." I was just teasing her.  My prick was ready to
go.

   "Sheesh!  I guess I must be losing it.  I can't even seduce a horny
kid."

   "I guess I'm the one who's spoiled." I crawled over the woman's body and
sank my prick in.

   "You seem very experienced for someone so young."

   "I'm not too experienced.  I just have some great teachers." Like my mom
and Mrs.  Cassidy.

   "Hmm.  Do you mind if I send my husband over to your teachers for some
lessons?"

   "If I did that you wouldn't need me any more." We stopped talking after
that and just fucked.  I amazed myself.  If any girl would have offered her
body to me before this weekend I would have jumped her before she had two
more words out of her mouth.  Instead I teased the married woman lying
beneath me.  I realized I could have walked away from Bernice without
fucking her and not felt bad about it.  I knew I'd get laid soon after
that. Perhaps from a girl I already knew but perhaps from some girl who was
entirely new to me.  My universe was opening wider to me and I had a
feeling I'd get laid again before the weekend was out.  The only person I
saw up and about as I walked home was the milk man.

   "Did you have fun?" Mom surprised me.  She was lying down on the sofa in
the dark.

   "I had great fun.  What are you doing out here?"

   "Your father's coughing fits are getting more and more frequent.  I wish
I could get him to go to our physician but he refuses.  That along with his
snoring, well, let's just say I get a better rest out here."

   "You could have used my bed."

   "I could have but then you wouldn't have been there." I sat down beside
her and we kissed.

   "I'm here now."

   "We'd better wait until I finish with my period.  It'll be less messy.
Also, I think you need a bigger bed," she said.  "I'll start shopping for
one this week." We kissed again and I went upstairs.  I took off my clothes
and decided to try to get more sleep.  I guess I succeeded because the next
thing I knew it was light out and Laura was looking at me from the open
doorway.  I wondered how long she was standing there but I didn't ask.

   "Good morning," I said.

   "Where were you last night?"

   "I spent the night over at a friend's house."

   "Was she cute?"

   "Why do you think this friend is a girl?"

   "That seems to be the only thing you're interested in lately; girls and
sex."

   "Well, he does have a cute sister."

   "I thought you were interested in Mildred."

   "I haven't forgotten about Mildred," I replied.  "For that matter, I
haven't forgotten about you." I pulled back the covers and displayed my
prick.  I had my morning wood so it was nice and stiff.

   "You're disgusting." I was expecting my sister to turn around and leave
but she didn't.  She didn't take her eyes off my prick either.  It liked
being admired by Laura and started to twitch in anticipation ...  of what I
wondered.

   "How does this compare to your boyfriends' pricks?"

   "They're not my boyfriends.  They're just friends.  I just met them, for
Pete's sake.  You were there when I did."

   "You didn't answer my question."

   "They each got a kiss good night and that's it.  I'm not a slut even
though you'd like me to be."

   "I'd just want you to be my personal slut."

   "Not even if Hell freezes over.  Why don't you cover that thing?"

   "It likes being admired.  Why don't you come over here and play with
it?"

   "I'm not admiring it and you're crazy if you think I'm going to play
with it."

   "It's not anything you and Mildred haven't done already," I replied. 
Laura turned her head.  I thought she was leaving but it was just to make
sure we were alone up here.

   "If you try anything I don't like I'll start screaming." She walked over
and sat on the bed with me.  Laura gave me a warning look and then gently
clasped my prick in her hand.  She stroked it a few times, watched for a
reaction and then stroked it a few more times.

   "I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered but appeared to be
enjoying doing it.  A small smile played along Laura's lips as she
continued.

   "Suck it for me, Laura."

   "What?" Her ears turned a bright red so I knew she heard me.

   "Suck it for me."

   "I ...  I won't.  That's disgusting of you to even ask such a thing of
me." She wasn't so disgusted as to get up and leave.  My sister's hand
never left my prick.  I figured she wanted to be persuaded.

   "Girls do it for guys all the time."

   "Not if they're good girls." Here I was, butt naked.  My sister was
playing with my dick.  I wondered what her definition of a good girl was.

   "Even good girls like you," I insisted.

   "Has a good girl ever done it for you?"

   "Yes, she has." More than one in fact, but I wasn't going to start
bragging.

   "I'm not sure I should." It sounded like she was thinking about it. 
This was certainly a change of attitude for her.  I think she would have
gladly strangled me before this morning.  I wondered what had changed. 
Something had.  I could feel it the evening before at dinner.

   "I'll even return the favor and lick you down there between your legs."
Laura looked surprised but she remained silent.  I think she was trying to
picture my head between her legs and the feeling of my tongue licking out
her snatch.

   "You'd do that for me?"

   "I sure will."

   "I have my period."

   "You'll have to let me know when your period is over." Laura sat there
staring at my circumcised prick.  There must have been an internal debate
buzzing around and through her head.  Somehow I knew I had to remain silent
and let her come to the decision on her own.  Any further encouragement
from me would have just sounded selfish to my sister.

   Laura took a deep breath as if gathering courage and then brought her
lips close to my genitals.  She hesitated and then looked at me as if
trying to read my mind.  I kept a poker face.  She finally opened her mouth
and engulfed the head of my prick.  She held it in her mouth for about five
seconds before pulling back out.  She looked at me again.  She looked a bit
surprised at what she'd done.  Perhaps she was ashamed or embarrassed too.
But I saw something else in her eyes; something that I'd only seen in some
other women I'd been with and that was the look of complete submission.

   No words had been exchanged; no acknowledgements.  But I knew it was
true.  Laura knew it too.  I was in control.  She was my slut.  I could do
anything I wanted with her; fuck her even if I wanted that.  I did want it
but not right then.  She'd do nothing to stop me.  I still had to test my
theory though in case I was wrong.  After all, I could have been wrong.

   "Take it as deep as you can this time," I said, "and hold it there for
as long as you can." My sister looked at me as if she was checking if I was
serious and I knew then she would obey.  I watched as Laura's mouth opened
wide and her lips stretched around my shaft.  She gagged a bit and pulled
back but quickly adjusted with half my prick inside her mouth.  I was
thinking this was heaven until I heard footsteps on the stairs and pushed
Laura away.

   "What," she said, but I put my finger to my mouth and pulled the bed
covers up to my waist.

   "You guys are going to miss breakfast," said Patsy from the door.

   "We'll be right there," I said.

   "Please don't tell anyone," Laura whispered and scurried out before I
had a chance to answer.  Well, I had to tell Mom anyway.  I had to try to
understand what was going on in the female brain.

   "What happened to all the goodies," I said as I sat down to breakfast.
On weekends especially, there were usually pancakes, waffles, French toast
or muffins along with eggs and bacon.  Instead, there was oatmeal, toast
and juice.

   "Your sisters and I could stand to lose a little weight so we're going
on a diet."

   "I'm not on a diet then."

   "I want you to set an example for us."

   "What about Dad?" He was already gone from the table.

   "I suggested that to him but he's not interested.  I'll prepare the
usual for him."

   "Why don't you prepare the usual for me too?"

   She leaned toward me in a confidential manner and said, "Because I don't
want you to start looking like him." That was an argument stopper.  Dad was
definitely overweight.  He played golf every chance he got but I wasn't
sure golf was really exercise.  The girls giggled.  I looked at Laura and
she blushed.  I wasn't sure if it was because we were discussing weight or
because of what we just did.  I knew I wasn't going to win on this issue
but what the heck; I was winning on the important things.

   "I think your prick must have magical qualities," Mom said when I told
her what had happened with Laura less than an hour before.

   "Do you think so?"

   "No, I don't think that all," Mom replied.  "There are several possible
explanations.  You could ask Laura why she did what she did, but I doubt
you'd get a straight answer.  Perhaps she doesn't even know herself.  Women
do strange things when we have our periods; even when we don't.  Perhaps
you should count yourself lucky and go on from there."

   "I guess that's what I'll do."

   "I see you're making progress with Laura," Patsy said when I met her at
the top of the stairs.

   "She told you?"

   "No, but I knew something was going on when I called you guys to
breakfast.  She's in the bedroom.  Maybe she's waiting for you so you two
can pick up where you left off."

   "Maybe you and I should pick up where we left off." I took her in my
arms and we kissed.

   "Hmm.  You've improved on your kissing technique," Patsy said.  "Who
have you been practicing with?"

   "No kissing and telling," I replied.  Patsy rolled her eyes at my lame
joke and went downstairs.  I decided to take her advice and visit Laura.  I
even knocked and waited until Laura said, "Come in" before entering.  She
was sitting on the edge of her bed and I sat down beside her.

   "I can imagine what you must think of me," Laura said.

   "It's nothing bad."

   "That's good to know.  I guess I'm the one who should be feeling bad. 
For some strange reason I don't feel bad at all."

   "Then everything's fine." I stood up and pulled down my zipper.

   "Fine for you maybe," Laura replied.  "I'm not so sure about me." She
reached into the fly of my jeans and freed my prick.  She began to fondle
it.

   "There's no going back now."

   "No there isn't," she agreed.  Laura explained the night I jumped in bed
with her frightened and excited her at the same time.  She half expected me
to rape her.  When I didn't she was confused and frustrated and became even
more so when I left her alone after that.  Masturbation didn't help and she
was close to seducing her Friday and Saturday night dates but didn't want
to get a bad reputation.  So she finally decided to let me seduce her.  By
the time Laura finished her explanation I was ready to stick my prick in
her mouth and finish what we started.

   "Fuck me instead," Laura said.  "That's what you wanted in the first
place, wasn't it?" That certainly took me by surprise.

   "Yeah, but uh ...  what about your period?"

   "What's the matter, little brother; afraid of a little blood?  I'm
almost through with my period." No, I wasn't afraid of a little blood ...
as long as it wasn't mine.  I was just taken by surprise.  That's all. 
Laura started stripping so I did too.  She had an old towel handy and laid
it on the bed.  It seemed to me she had this planned.  I was the one being
seduced now.

   Laura seemed a little frantic now; like she was in a hurry to get it
over with before she lost her nerve.  I wasn't going to let that happen if
I could help it.  As soon as my oldest sister was on her back I was
crawling between her legs, propping them on my shoulders and nosing my
prick between her cunt lips.  I wasn't taking the time for any kissing or
foreplay.  My sister had a scared look on her face.  She probably had
second thoughts but that was to be expected.  I shoved and she gasped.  Her
cherry didn't slow me down.  It tore easily.  I didn't stop until I felt my
prick pushing against her cervix.

   "You're all mine now," I said.

   "I'm all yours now," Laura replied.  She looked kind of shy.  I started
fucking her slowly, getting her used to having a cock inside her; a good
sized one to boot.  I was able to give my sister a good long ride after
having fucked Bernice earlier that morning.  From what I could tell, I was
able to give her three good cums before dumping my load inside her.  I lay
on top of her while catching my breath.  We finally exchanged a kiss.  I
rolled off her and we cuddled a bit and talked.  Laura told me that Mildred
would always bring up the night in the car and never fail to mention how
big and pretty my prick looked.

   "It sounds like she's interested in me."

   "Or just your prick."

   "I don't mind if it's just my prick she's interested in.  I'd like a
roll in the hay with her."

   "And maybe adding her to your harem?"

   "Harem?" I liked the sound of that.

   "Mom, Patsy and I talked about you the other night after you went to
bed."

   "So they told you everything?"

   "Just about, I think.  How does it feel to realize you're going to be a
daddy?"

   "I'm getting used to it," I said.  "But why didn't you just tell me?  It
would have saved a lot of time and trouble."

   "It's not in a woman's nature to make things easy for the guy;
especially if the guy is a little brother.  Besides, I wanted to see how
you handled it." The more I learned about women, the more I realized I
didn't know.  It was kind of scary.

   "So I guess everything is okay with you."

   "Well, I'm not too sure about having your baby," Laura replied with a
laugh.  "I don't think I'm ready for that; at least not yet." When I was
thinking about who I might be able to fuck soon, I'll have to admit Laura
wasn't high on my list.  Of course my mom was telling me to be patient. 
She was right again.

   "It wasn't that long ago when you were considered a good boy," Mom told
me later that morning.  "The prospect of taking a girl to bed was just a
fantasy in your 12 year old mind.  Now you can hardly wait until you bed
anything with skirts.  You've become a regular womanizer.  In the same way,
given the right circumstances and motivation, a good girl or faithful wife
can be turned into a complete slut in very little time.

   "By the way, Katy dropped by a note for you and I took the liberty of
reading it.  Mary wants to talk to you, but not at her house.  I assume it
concerns Katy."

   Mary Cassidy was going to be taking a walk around noon and I was to meet
her on the next block.  I assumed she was going to tell me she wasn't going
to let me have sex with Katy.  I already decided I'd go along with her
wishes.  I still intended to do it with her youngest daughter, but in
secret.  I just had to talk to Katy first but there wasn't time.  I had to
go meet her mother.

   "Hi, Mrs.  Cassidy," I said when we met.  I looked around.  There were
some people in their yards, but no one was paying attention to us.

   "Hello, Owen," Mary replied.  She didn't look happy so I told her right
away that I wasn't going to do anything with her daughter so she could
relax.

   "I appreciate what you told me, darling, but I want you go ahead and
fuck my daughter's brains out."

   "What?  But why?" That's the last thing I expected out of Mrs. 
Cassidy's mouth.

   "Because it's what Katy wants or thinks she wants," Mary replied. 
"Besides that, the little bitch is blackmailing me.  She's figured out
you're the father of the child I'm carrying.  I helped her get rid of her
cherry as you suggested." Mary smiled.  "I made sure it hurt like the
dickens.  I'm hoping it gave her second thoughts about going through with
this.

   "If Katy still wants to have sex with you, then so be it.  Don't injure
her, but don't treat her with kid gloves either.  I want this to be
memorable for her in more ways than one."

   "She won't forget about it anytime soon," I replied.  "Should I use a
condom?"

   "I don't think that will be necessary.  She can't get pregnant yet."

   "Where and when?"

   "I don't know.  Let Katy decide that too.  She's still pretty sore right
now, but keep me informed.  I might want to watch."

   "I could sell tickets."

   "Very funny, mister.  You know, I might have expected this behavior from
someone a bit older.  I wonder who put these ideas in her head."

   "I have no idea."



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   Chapter 13

   Mary Cassidy continued her walk and so did I except in the opposite
direction.  My intention was to continue around the block and wind up back
home.  I was walking by Bernice's house and I saw her standing outside
talking to her husband.  He was back from his fishing trip.  She waved when
she saw me and motioned me over.

   "Could you help us out, Owen?"

   "I'd be glad to help, Mrs.  Simmons," I said, "if I can."

   "Mr.  Simmons has just returned from a rather eventful fishing trip and
I'm afraid he exerted himself a bit too much.  I need to get him into a hot
bath and then to bed.  Do you have time to unload his car?"

   "Sure," I replied.  Mr.  Simmons didn't look too well.  From what
Bernice told me later the whole trip was a complete disaster.  The fish
didn't bite but the insects more than made up for it.  They got rained on
and the tent leaked.  Besides the insect bites, they got sunburned and a
rash.  He caught a cold and was running a fever.  He couldn't talk above a
whisper.  On the drive home, Mr.  Simmons had a flat tire and got a
speeding ticket, too.  He strained his back while changing the tire. 
Bernice gloated the entire time she told the story.  I actually felt sorry
for the guy.  On top of that his wife was cheating on him and was probably
going to be raising my bastard child as his own.

   "I told him my weekend has been pretty dull."

   "He should have stayed home," I said as I reached for the married
woman's body and started fondling her.  She acted nervous because we could
hear her husband moving around in the bedroom but she didn't try to stop me
either.

   "Everything happens for a reason," Bernice replied.  "I think I was
fated to bear your child."

   "You think so?" She nodded her head.

   "The only thing I feel guilty about is you being so young but I think I
can get over those qualms." Bernice told me her husband would be staying
home from work for at least a couple of days and I offered to help her in
any way I could while he was out of commission.

   "That's a good idea," Bernice replied.  "It would get my husband used to
you being around the house."

   "It would only be for a couple of days."

   "He's not around enough as it is.  I'm going to ask him if I can hire
you to help me with some weekly chores around the house."

   "You can tell him it would give him more time to be with his buddies."

   "And more time for you and I to be together," the married woman added.
"You're just full of good ideas.  I was planning to give him a hard time
about leaving me alone this weekend, but now I won't try to discourage him
if he wants to get out with his friends more.  Oh gosh!  I wish we could do
it again." Bernice had noticed my prick getting stiff again.

   "Your wish is granted," I replied and pulled down my zipper.  The
married woman gasped.

   "But ...  he's not even asleep yet." Bernice tried to pull away but I
wouldn't let her go.  She was definitely scared with her husband in the
house.  I guess Bernice would have gladly allowed me to fuck her if her
husband had been fast asleep.

   "Is that so?" I let her go and just stood there with my stiff prick
hanging out.

   "Put it away," Bernice whispered.  She glanced back toward the master
bedroom.

   "If that's what you want," I said, "but this might be your last chance
for a while." I was just teasing her and she looked very disappointed.

   "We're both dead if he walks in on us." She faced toward the bedroom,
reached under her skirt and took down her panties.  Uh oh.  Bernice had
called my bluff and now I was the nervous one.  Despite the risk my prick
refused to go down.  I couldn't believe how excited I felt.  I positioned
myself behind her.  My prick slid into her hot sopping snatch.

   "This is crazy," I whispered as I sawed in and out of her.

   "It sure is.  I'm scared to death."

   "You like it anyway, don't you."

   "I love it!"

   "Me too." There didn't seem to be anything else to say.  Here I was
fucking a guy's wife.  He was awake and not more than 20 feet away in the
next room practically.  We were taking a gigantic risk but that seemed part
of the thrill; not just the illicit fucking but the very real chance we
could be discovered by the woman's husband.  I'd already cum twice that day
so it wasn't going to be any quickie either.  The electric wall clock in
the kitchen told me it took over ten minutes to finally spurt my load of
sperm-laden semen into Bernice's pussy.  By then, we were both sweating and
out of breath.

   "I gotta go," I said and gave the lady a quick kiss.

   "When will you be back?" Jeez!  She couldn't get enough!

   "Soon." I didn't know when I'd return.  I just knew I would as long as
Bernice was willing.

   Nobody was home when I got there.  Mom left a note that she and the
girls had gone shopping.  Dad's car was gone also.  I wondered where he
was; perhaps with his mistress.  I didn't mind having some time to myself.
It would give me some to think and recharge my batteries.  I sat down and
took stock of what I'd "accomplished" and where I'd go from here.

   I was having affairs with three married women including my own mother.
Mrs.  Cassidy was pregnant with my child.  Mrs.  Simmons was on her way to
being impregnated if she wasn't already pregnant.  I wondered if husbands
and wives cheating on each other were typical in a marriage.  If that was
the case, I certainly would never want to get married.

   I'd taken my sister Laura to bed and would soon do the same with my
other sister Patsy.  I'd conquered Mrs.  Cassidy's oldest daughter and her
youngest daughter was being prepared for me by her mother.  Sex with the
woman's other three daughters was well within the realm of possibility as
long as I kept my cool and didn't get caught by an irate husband or father.
Then there was Jackie.  I'd certainly had my share of good luck.  I also
had my share of close calls but that was part of the thrill of what I was
doing.

   I took a quick shower, dressed and then sat out on the front porch bench
for a while.  I was visible to anyone who wished to look; namely the
Cassidy household across the street.  One of the girls might figure out I
was alone and might want to come over for a visit although I didn't know
what I'd be able to do.  I was tired.  Well, the telephone didn't ring and
none of the Cassidy girls showed her face while sitting out there.  And
then Mom and the girls returned so I just helped unload groceries and put
them away.

   "Where's Dad?" Mom shrugged her shoulders like she didn't know and
didn't care.  I took that as an opportunity to give her a kiss and a hug.

   "What about us," Laura asked.

   "Yeah," Patsy added.

   "I wasn't going to forget about you two," I responded and proceeded to
kiss and hug them, too.

   "So, tell us what you and Mrs.  Cassidy talked about," said Mom.

   "Katy has blackmailed her mom into letting me fuck her.  Mrs.  Cassidy
wants to arrange it." There were gasps of surprise and then giggles all
around.  I told them the few details I knew.

   "Do you think Mary would mind if we were there to watch, too?" Mom
asked.

   "I say the more the merrier," I replied, "but I think she probably would
mind."

   "I'm sure we'll hear all about it later," said Laura.

   "We'd better," Patsy added.

   "Speaking of that, when are we going to finally get together," I asked.

   "I dunno.  Are you sure you have time for me?"

   "Why wouldn't I have time for you?"

   "Because of all the women you're already trying to handle," Patsy
explained.  "I mean, besides Mom and Laura, there's Mary Cassidy and her
five daughters, Mrs.  Simmons, your friend from school and who knows how
many others there are."

   "That's easy enough to handle," I replied.

   "How will you do that?"

   "You guys will all have to take a number and wait your turns." Patsy
looked stunned for a couple seconds and then turned to Mom.

   "May I hit him now, Mom?"

   "You most certainly may, dear," Mom said.  "Your sister and I might like
to join you in beating him up."

   "I'm ready," said Laura.

   "I was just kidding," I responded trying to sound contrite.  They gave
me the cold shoulder after that, but only for a little while.  Then they
decided and I'd been punished enough for my "arrogance" and Patsy decided
Monday evening would be a good time to lose her cherry.  So I asked Laura
if she wanted to spend the night with me but she begged off because she had
to study for a Monday morning test and wanted to get plenty of rest, too. I
looked at Mom.

   "I'll let you know when I'm available," Mom said.  Sheesh!  All this
pussy was sitting around and none of it available to me.  I guessed I'd
have to sleep alone that night and that's just what I did.

   On Monday I sat beside Jackie at lunch just like I'd done the week
before.  She barely smiled at my greeting and I wondered if this was the
calm before the storm but acted as if I didn't suspect anything.  I'm glad
Mom had prepared me for the possibility of Jackie having regrets or second
thoughts.

   "Do you respect me," said Jackie.

   "Of course I respect you," I replied.  "Why do you ask?"

   "We barely know each other.  It was our first date and we did some
things in the movie theater that we shouldn't have done.  Then you showed
me that condom as if you thought I was easy and you expected me to sleep
with you.  So, I'm having a little trouble believing you when you tell me
you respect me." She was angry now and getting red in the face.  I just
shrugged my shoulders.

   "We both had a great time.  You said so yourself."

   "Well, maybe we shouldn't have such great times in the future."

   "Okay," I said.  "Maybe we could just be friends."

   "What?  I didn't say that." I wanted to find out if she just wanted to
dump me.  Apparently not.

   "It sounded like you did.  It sounded like you wanted to be in control."

   "Well, I do want a say in what we do or don't do."

   "You can say yes or you can say no," I replied.  "Either way is okay
with me."

   "That's it?"

   "That's it." I didn't wait for an answer.  I just got up and left.  I
know just about any other guy would have been thrilled just to have Jackie
pay a little attention to him, but I was too spoiled by all these other
females throwing themselves at me.

   On the way home from school I walked with Katy and Nancy.  I caught
Katy's eye and gave her a wink and she smiled back.  I hoped she realized I
was up to something.  I let my hand brush Nancy's butt.  She stiffened a
bit but then relaxed and looked straight ahead.

   "Was that eighth grade girl mad at you," Nancy asked.  Well, now I knew
she was keeping tabs on me and Jackie.

   "I was madder at her than she was at me," I said.  "She wanted to start
telling what to do and what not to do just like some other girl I know.  I
wasn't going to put up with that." Nancy blushed but didn't respond.

   "Meet me again in your clubhouse."

   "Katy, too?"

   "No, just you and me, but if you don't want to, that's okay, too.  I'll
wait five minutes and that's all." We were coming up to the alley that led
past their property.  I left the girls and walked down the alley.  I didn't
know if Nancy would show up but she had to realize that if she wanted to
get something going with me, it had to be on my terms.  I was sure Katy
would agree to cover for her sister.  After all, she was on my side
already. And I wasn't going to give Nancy much time to think about it.

   Nancy arrived at the clubhouse with a minute to spare a bit out of
breath and looking quite nervous.  She hadn't had a chance to change out of
her school clothes.

   "I can't stay long," she said.  "I have to do my chores." She lingered
at the entrance as if ready to escape.  I stood at the furthest corner. 
She'd have to come to me.

   "Then let's not waste any time.  Come here."

   "But you won't respect me if I let you do something."

   "I don't respect you now because of what you did the last time we were
in here." I took a deep sigh.  "I wanted to give you a chance to make up
for it, but I guess I'm wasting my time again." I picked up my books.

   "But ...  I don't want to get pregnant."

   "I don't want to get you pregnant," I said, " ...  at least not yet." I
tried to make it sound like I was joking, but I realized getting Nancy
pregnant would be a disaster; not only for her but for me, too.  It would
be better to wait for a couple of years.  I'd use a condom if I fucked her
and I didn't have one with me.  I'd only fuck her bareback when I was sure
it was safe.  I put my books back down and held out my arms in a
non-threatening gesture and she finally moved into my embrace.  We kissed;
our very first.  I could feel my prick stiffening.

   "I'm sorry I was so mean to you," said Nancy.

   "That's all right." She watched with interest as I unzipped my fly and
freed my prick from its confinement.  Nancy fondled it for a bit but looked
startled and hesitated when I told her to take off her panties.

   "Do you trust me, Nancy?" I think she wanted to say no but she reached
under her skirt anyway and took off a pair of pink panties.  She placed
them on top of my books.  I slipped my hand under the girl's skirt.  I
thought I might have to coax her legs apart but Nancy cooperated right
away. It was a wonder after all the nonsense she gave me before about us
needing to be boyfriend-girlfriend before she'd even let me get to first
base.

   Her cunt furrow was already wet when I ran finger between her labia and
she almost collapsed against me as she came.  I propped her butt on an old
table and continued my gentle massage.  I'm not sure why I did it, but I
replaced my finger with my prick.  Nancy had her eyes closed and was
concentrating on her feelings so she didn't even notice.  She gasped when
she finally realized I had lodged my prick head between the labia.  I
didn't intend to penetrate her but I knew I could have easily done so.

   "Will it hurt?" Huh?  I thought she'd be panicking by now.

   "Probably, it will," I said.

   "Just don't come in me, okay?"

   "Okay." We kissed and she nodded her head.  I nudged forward and felt
her cherry tearing.  Nancy winced a bit but that was all.  I was all set to
push all the way in when we heard Katy calling.

   "Naaaaancy.  Mom wants you.  Right awaaa-ay."

   "Shit!" Nancy whispered.  "I'm coming," she yelled.  The girl pushed me
away, grabbed her panties and slipped them on in a smooth motion.  "I gotta
go."

   "That's all right."

   "I'm sorry there wasn't time to suck you off.  I was told you love
that."

   "Who told you that?"

   "Katy told me." She smiled and winked.  Then she was gone.

   I was confused.  Why did Katy tell Nancy what we did together when it
was supposed to be a secret?  It certainly could have backfired.  And why
didn't Katy tell me she told Nancy?  It would have been nice of her to
include me in on the decision making before she told her.

   Well, everything worked out, didn't it?  I'd broken Nancy's cherry and
she'd given permission for me to do it, right?  But I was inside her
without protection.  That was stupid of me to do that.  I could have
knocked her up.  And that just a little while after I promised myself I'd
use protection if it wasn't safe and I didn't know if it was safe, right?
Stupid!  I'm sure glad we got interrupted because the way my brain was
working, I would have come in her and possibly made her pregnant just like
I did her mom.  Well, at least I still had all my sperm for Patsy this
evening.  She was willing and it was safe to come in her.

   "I need you to run an errand for me, Owen," said Mom the moment I walked
into the kitchen and put my books down.  She handed me an envelope and
asked me to deliver it to an address a couple of blocks away.  I wanted to
tell her about what just happened with Nancy, but I figured the errand
wouldn't take that long so my story could wait.

   The house was easy to find and as I walking up to the door I passed a
picture window.  The curtain was open and I absently looked inside.  I saw
a young girl sitting inside.  We saw each other at the same time.  She
screeched and disappeared into a hallway.  She was afraid of me and I
didn't know why although she did look vaguely familiar.  After a moment I
finally placed her.  She was a fellow student in my homeroom class.  Only
she wasn't a girl.  She was a guy.  A woman stepped out the front door.

   "What are you doing here," she angrily demanded.  "Why are you spying on
us?"



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   Chapter 14

   "I-I'm not spying, ma'am.  My mother sent me here to deliver this
envelope," I said and handed it to the red-faced woman.  She looked at it
and her anger started evaporating but I could tell she was still annoyed.

   In my confusion I added, "If he hadn't have screamed, I wouldn't have
noticed ...  anything." I didn't mean to use the masculine pronoun.  Now
she was angry again.  She knew I knew she was a he.  You idiot!  You should
have kept your trap shut I told myself.

   "You're Owen McCarthy?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Please step in for a moment, Owen," she said.  She opened the screen
door and motioned me in.  She followed me in and closed the front door.

   "Okay, how much to keep your mouth shut," she asked straight out.  Aha!
She was offering me a bribe.  This was something I understood.

   "I'm not interested in money," I said.  My eyes started roaming her
body. She was an attractive woman younger-looking than my mother and a lot
slimmer with smaller boobs.  Nice legs, too.  We were about the same
height. Subtlety was never one of my strong points and I guess I was pretty
obvious.

   "You have a quite a filthy little mind for such a young boy," she said.
"What if I were to tell your mother what a rude young man she has for a
son?"

   "What if I were to tell the whole school what a pretty girl you have for
a son?" I could tell I'd won on that exchange.  She started assessing me in
return, trying to figure out how little she could get away with to keep my
mouth shut.  Victory was mine!

   "Go tell Francesca you'll keep her secret," she said.  "She has to hear
it from you.  She's in her bedroom." She?  I was confused.  Was Frank
really Francesca, a female masquerading as a male?  That couldn't be.  We
all had a physical education class Monday through Friday where we all
changed and showered in the locker room.  Someone would have noticed by
now, right?  Maybe not.

   "And what about us?"

   "I'll be waiting in my bedroom," the woman replied, "and if I hear a
peep out of you after you leave this house, I will personally wring your
neck.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I said and went to find Frank, I mean Francesca.  I wasn't
impressed by her threat.  I had the weight and strength advantage on her.

   The house was a two-bedroom cottage.  I knocked at the closed door. 
There was no answer and so tried the knob and the door swung open.  The boy
was lying face down on his bed.  He was dressed in plaid jumper like
parochial schoolgirls wear, white blouse, white knee socks and a pair of
Mary Jane shoes.  A wig topped off her costume.  The bedroom looked like a
girl lived there with pink and frills.  Well, maybe a girl really did live
there.  If that was the case then why was her mother succumbing to my
blackmail demand?

   Even though Frank Russo was in my homeroom class I don't think anyone I
knew could claim to have known him.  He kept to himself; a loner.  And now
I could see why.  The conventional wisdom where I lived was that a cross
dresser and a queer was one and the same.  Queers didn't deserve to live
according to the older guys I overheard at school.  Francesca.  Francesca.
Think Francesca.

   "Please go away, Mother," she said without looking up.

   "It's me," I said.  Francesca gasped and looked up at me.  There were
tears in her eyes.

   "I'm not going to say anything." She got up and rushed into my arms
burying her face in my chest.  She looked and acted so feminine I reacted
like she really was a vulnerable girl.  My hands rested on her back in a
consoling manner and I could even feel my prick getting hard.  I pulled
back a bit but Francesca tightened her grip.  Finally though, she stepped
back and looked at me.

   "You're looking pretty hot, Francesca," I said just for something to
say. "I'd be all over you if you had tits and a pussy." She blushed and
giggled.

   "Thank you, Owen." she replied and curtseyed.  "That's the nicest
compliment you could have paid me." Her voice sounded so breathy and
feminine.  "Does this mean I won't be risking my life if I go to school
tomorrow?"

   "Well, you always take your life in your hands if you eat in the
cafeteria."

   "That's true.  So, how much is your silence going to cost my mother?"
Now it was my turn to blush.

   "No money at all," I replied and hoped she would leave it at that, but I
knew I wasn't fooling her.  She just nodded her head.

   "You're the only one who knows my secret besides my mother, Owen.  I
don't try to make friends with anyone because I'm afraid of being
discovered and it gets pretty lonely.  Since you already know, I was
wondering if you wouldn't mind letting me confide in you once in a while.
Sort of like friends?" I shrugged my shoulders.

   "I don't mind."

   "That would be super.  Maybe I'll be able be to convince you I'm really
a sweet girl trapped in a boy's body." She lightly touched my upper arm
just like a girl does when she's letting a guy know she likes him.

   "It wouldn't take much convincing," I said with a grin.  "All I saw when
I looked through the window was a pretty girl." The looks, voice, movements
and mannerisms were all feminine.

   "So I shouldn't have panicked?"

   "No, you shouldn't have."

   "As it turned out, I'm glad I did." She hugged me and gave my stiff
prick a quick caress.  She stepped away quickly and giggled.  She became
serious when she noticed my nervousness.

   "I'm not homosexual, Owen.  I'm a hundred per cent girl except I can't
prove it because of what I was born with between my legs and I can't help
that." She looked ready to cry again.  What the hell, I thought.

   "I'm not homosexual either," I said.  I grabbed her and gave her a
full-on kiss on the lips.  I pushed my dick against her while grabbing her
ass cheeks.  When I pushed her away, Francesca's eyes were wide open and
excited.  She wasn't afraid.

   "Wow," she breathed.

   "The next time you try that you just might get your ass raped.  Remember
that, you little prick teaser."

   "I'll remember that, Owen," she responded.

   "I gotta go talk to your Mom." She nodded her head.

   "I'll stay out of your way." I expected Francesca to ask me to leave her
mother alone but that didn't happen.  I left one bedroom and walked into
the other.  Francesca's mom was standing there dressed in a kimono style
robe.  She tensed and practically snarled as if to warn me off.  Hell with
that!

   "I thought we had a deal but if you want to back out of it, that's okay
with me." I started out the door.

   "Wait!"

   "Why?"

   "I'm not backing out of any deal.  You ...  just surprised me when you
...  barged in."

   "Sorry about that." I closed the door and stood there.

   "What did you have in mind?"

   "What do you think?"

   "I think you're crazy if you think I'm going to let you do whatever you
damn well please."

   "I think you're going to do exactly what I damn well please and I'll
give exactly 30 seconds to think about it.  After that I'm leaving."

   "I'm no child molester."

   "I'm the molester." I unzipped my fly and pulled out my prick.  She
gasped loudly.  That got her attention.

   "I don't think this is your first time."

   "It isn't."

   "I don't suppose you have a condom, do you?"

   "No, I don't."

   "I didn't think you would.  Would it be too much to ask for you to pull
out before you come?"

   "I can do that." I could pull out but I didn't know if I would pull out.
Mrs.  Russo walked behind a screen, did something and then walked back out.
She lied on her back on top of the bedspread and parted her legs.  She kept
the kimono on but was bare below the waist.

   "Okay, let's get this over with," the woman said.  "I just hope you
enjoy this as much as I do." The way Mrs.  Russo acted told me she wasn't
going to enjoy it at all.  That didn't bother me.  I'd try to enjoy myself
despite her efforts to make it a lousy fuck.

   "I shucked my jeans and shorts then walked up to the bed.  Mrs.  Russo
clenched her eyes closed and flinched when I touched her between her legs.
She was completely dry so I began a gentle caress.

   "What the hell are you doing?  I want this over with."

   "You may not want a good time but I do."

   "By teasing me?"

   "I want your pussy to lubricate so my dick can go in easy.  Otherwise,
it's uncomfortable for both of us."

   "That wasn't important to the last man that raped me." Hmmm.  She was
raped before this?  I didn't think I was raping her at the time, but what
did I know.  I was just a twelve year old.

   "Then he didn't know what the hell he was doing." I could finally feel
the woman getting wet down there and she began to squirm.

   "Please don't do that anymore," she begged.  "G-go ahead and put it in."
Okay, so now she needed it.  I did too.  I crawled onto the bed with
Francesca's mom and in between her legs.  She caught her breath as I slid
in.  God!  She was tight; almost as tight as Laura and she was a virgin.  I
didn't see any evidence of a Mr.  Russo in the bedroom so he was probably
long gone and Mrs.  Russo hadn't had any in a while.  That was perfect for
me.  I stopped when I was fully inside her.  We were nose to nose now and
she had her eyes closed again.  I thought of playing with for a bit but I
still had Patsy on my mind and I wanted to get home and talk to her about
our evening.

   I started moving inside her.  Mrs.  Russo tried to stay passive but she
was already breaking out in a sweat.  Then when she started responding to
my thrusts with thrusts of her own I knew I had the bitch.  I just kept on
fucking her until she yelped and shuddered.  She had her cum.  That was
good because I was cumming too.  I don't think Mrs.  Russo even realized it
until she came down from her own high.  The woman gasped and started
pushing on me.  I rolled off of her and she raced for the bathroom.  I
thought it was an opportune time to get dressed and leave.  She'd be sure
to start yelling at me if I was still there when she got out of the
bathroom.  I didn't bother saying goodbye to Frank ...  I meant Francesca.

   When I got home Mom and the girls were busy in the kitchen.  I wanted to
tell them all about my day and especially what just happened with Frank and
his mom.  But I knew everything would come to a screeching halt while I
narrated the day's events so I decided to wait until I could get the three
of them alone after dinner.  That didn't stop me from embracing Patsy as
she walked by.  I knew Dad wasn't home.

   "Are you ready for me tonight?"

   "I'm ready right now," Patsy responded.

   "How about right here on the kitchen table?" I teased.

   "Okay."

   "Hmm.  Don't tempt me." I fondled her butt.  Mom and Laura didn't seem
to be paying any attention to us, but I knew they weren't missing a thing.

   "You're just too chicken to do it right here."

   "What?"

   "You heard me."

   "Nobody calls me chicken and gets away with it." I thought my sister was
just teasing or bluffing.  I figured I'd play along and call her bluff
until she told me to stop.  I pushed my stiffening prick against her belly.

   "It looks like I just did, you coward."

   "If you call me that one more time, I'll fuck you here and now and I
won't care where we are or who's watching."

   "You don't have the guts to do that."

   "Don't I?" I turned Patsy around and bent her over the kitchen table.  I
pulled her skirt up to her waist.  Holy shit!  She wasn't wearing panties.
I expected to hear Mom or Patsy call a halt but I didn't hear any protests
and I wouldn't have stopped by then even if there was.  I positioned my
prick and pushed.  Patsy's snatch was plenty lubricated and it went in
easily.  I just felt a slight resistance and then my prick was pushing
against her cervix.  My sister let out a yelp but didn't struggle.

   "What do you have to say now, Patsy?"

   "Just shut up and fuck me, asshole," she responded.  I looked at Mom and
Laura who were watching us and smiling.

   "She wanted her little brother to take her like a slut," Mom said.  "So
do it."

   "That's fine with me," I replied.  If Patsy wanted to be treated like a
slut I'd be happy to oblige.  I wasn't going to be gentle either.  I pulled
back and thrust back in causing Patsy to grunt.  I was sure I hurt her.

   "Is that the way you want it?"

   "Harder!  Faster!" Shit!  I started pounding into my sister as hard and
as fast as I could.  I was sure Patsy was going to be bruised from this. 
She didn't seem to care.  The only thing I cared about was finishing up
before Dad got home but Mom didn't seem to be worried.  I figured she'd
alert me if there was a problem so I just kept pounding my prick inside
Patsy until I was just about exhausted but I finally shot a nice healthy
wad of cum right against her cervix.

   "That was dreamy," said Patsy.  "Do we have time to do it again?"

   "I think you two will have to wait until after dinner," Mom said.

   "I'm going to have to rest anyway," I told her.  "I've had a busy day."

   "Don't tell me you've been with someone else today," said Laura.  "I
thought this was supposed to be Patsy's special day."

   "It was completely unexpected."

   "You two go get cleaned up," Mom ordered.  "We'll have time to discuss
it at dinner.  Your father won't be home until late."

   I wanted to tell Mom and the girls about my order so first things first.
I told them about my break-up with Jackie.

   "You handled Jackie exactly as I hoped you would," Mom said.  "She's
probably trying to figure out what she did wrong."

   "What do you think she'll do?"

   "I suspect she'll either chalk it all up to experience and go on with
her life or try to get back together with you."

   "I hope she tries to get back together with me.  I still like her."

   "That's fine, but don't make it too easy for her.  She has to be made to
feel being with you is a privilege."

   "It sounds so manipulative," said Laura.  "I feel sorry for the girl."

   "Me too," Patsy added.

   "And women, of course, are never manipulative," Mom responded.

   "That's different," said Laura.  "We're the weaker sex."

   "So I've been told and it may even be true, but there's no reason why I
should allow my son to be totally unprepared for women's wiles as if I owed
something to my own sex.  I'm afraid that the vast majority of American
mothers don't share my opinion."

   I then told them about breaking Nancy's cherry but not quite fucking
her.

   "That must have been frustrating for both of you to be interrupted like
that," Mom said.  "I can't help thinking that Katy confided in Nancy and
encouraged her to go first."

   "Katy blabbing to Nancy could have backfired on everyone including
Owen," said Patsy.

   "Anything is capable of going wrong when you play these types of games.
Despite her age I think Katy is a smart girl; perhaps the smartest of her
sisters and the whole family for that matter.  I'll be interested to
hearing what they have to say the next time you talk with them.  Be sure to
walk with them to school tomorrow morning, Owen."

   "It does sound like you've had a busy day," Laura commented.  "Did
anything else of interest happen before you came home?"

   "Well, I came home earlier and Mom sent me out to deliver something to
this Mrs.  Russo and ...  I wound up in bed with her."

   "Oh my god!" Mom exclaimed.  "I've always thought she was a man hater.
How did that happen?"

   "I think she still is a man hater.  Her son Frank is in my homeroom
class and I saw him through their picture window when I walked up and he
was dressed just like a girl." Laura and Patsy giggled and Mom continued to
gape.

   "Anyway, she asked me what I wanted to keep my mouth shut and...

   "You blackmailed her," Mom said.  I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my
head.

   "She wanted to offer me money but I wasn't interested in that."

   "Knowing you, of course not," Laura remarked, "but what was her son
doing while you were in bed with his mother?"

   "Well, first Mrs.  Russo sent me into her room to calm her down and-

   "Her?"

   "Yeah, she calls herself Francesca when she's dressed like a girl and
she really did look like a girl and act like a girl.  In fact, I sort of
... kissed her."

   "You go for sissies now?" Patsy and Laura chorused.

   "Well, uh ...  yeah." It seemed to be a good idea at the time but now I
felt pretty stupid.  My response just prompted more giggles from the girls.

   "Don't tease your brother, girls," Mom said.  "I don't want Owen to be
afraid of a little experimentation.  It may be that Francesca is just doing
a little experimentation of her own or it may be she's already chosen her
path."

   "She says I'm the only one who knows her secret not counting her mom and
she'd like me to be her friend.  Except I don't think I want to be around
Mrs.  Russo anymore.  She looked like she wanted to kill me."

   "What happened?"

   "Well, I took her to bed but I can't say she enjoyed it any.  In fact,
she called me a rapist.  She told me not to cum inside her but I did
anyway. Then she pushed me off and ran into the bathroom so I got dressed
and got the heck out of there."

   "I wanted to get Mrs.  Russo involved in a PTA project but I don't
believe I'll pursue the matter."

   "That might be for the best," I replied.  "So Patsy, what was that all
about with you when I got home?"

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "You know, you were acting kind of-

   "Sluttish?  Maybe I was feeling kind of sluttish," she said with a shy
smile.  I wanted to continue that conversation but my dad chose that moment
to arrive home.



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   Chapter 15

   "If I'm going to be a slut I might as well act like a slut."

   "I don't think you're a slut."

   "What else would you call a girl willing to sleep with her own brother?"

   "I just don't want you feeling bad about it." Patsy giggled.

   "I should feel bad about it, but I don't.  And you shouldn't worry
either, little brother.  I'm enjoying this almost as much as you although
I'm amazed at my thinking this way.  My only complaint is that I don't have
you all to myself.  If you spread yourself too thin, I may have to find
someone else to keep me satisfied."

   "I can keep you plenty satisfied."

   "I think I just detected some jealousy in your tone of voice.  I love
it."

   "I'm not jealous," I protested, but I think my sister was right.  I
didn't want anyone touching Patsy or any of my other women for that matter.
Of course that was totally unrealistic.  Some of these women were married
and couldn't be expected to cut their husbands off from sex just to please
me.  Well, that was a nice fantasy anyway.

   We were talking up in my room and I was curious about what had been
going on in the kitchen before I got home that made my sister so horny or
act like a slut as she put it.

   "I was talking to Mom and Laura and I just wondered aloud if I shouldn't
just seduce you right away and get it over with.  Mom said why not as long
as Daddy wasn't home yet when you got home.  Then we got to wondering how
long it would take me to seduce you.  Mom and Laura thought it would take
about ten seconds while I thought it might take a little longer than that
so I guessed twenty seconds.  Actually, it took over 30 seconds."

   "Sorry I was so slow," I responded that sounded as insincere as I could
make it.  There was a knock on the door and Laura walked in.

   "I've got a message for you from Mildred, Owen."

   "Oh yeah?  What's the message?" I'd damped down my hopes of ever having
sex with Mildred but things could change if I was patient and looked for
opportunities.

   "There's a strong possibility Ruth's pregnant."

   "It could be the boyfriend George that's the father."

   "He's certainly going to be the one taking the blame," Laura responded,
"but I don't think I would've been asked to deliver the message if Mildred
wasn't certain of her facts.  So, congratulations.  You're going to be a
father ...  again."

   "Thanks!" I could feel myself blush but I did feel rather proud that I'd
impregnated Ruth; especially since fiancé George would be shouldering the
responsibility.

   "That'll affect the wedding plans for sure," said Patsy.

   "Yeah, I think they're planning a quickie wedding in front of a judge.
Mr.  Cassidy is actually happy about it because he's not shelling out a
whole bunch of money for a church wedding and reception.  Of course, Mrs.
Cassidy is disappointed and Ruth is sad.  George is in shock but supportive
and I think more than a little proud of himself since he thinks he did the
deed."

   "Maybe he did," I responded.  "I'd like to talk to Ruth and find out for
sure."

   "I'd keep away from Ruth if you value your life.  You're not exactly Mr.
Popularity with her right now." Well, I did value my life but if didn't
take certain risks I'd still be a virgin.

   "I should start using condoms with any girl without a husband to take
the blame for a pregnancy."

   "That makes sense, Owen," said Laura.  "I'd hate to find out you'd been
beat up by some outraged father."

   "Or he could ask the girl to use the rhythm method," Patsy offered.

   "That's too unreliable.  Look how many Catholics there are with large
families.  They use the rhythm method exclusively." Patsy nodded her head
in understanding.  I didn't know what the rhythm method was but I wasn't
going to ask any girl to use it.  I mean I didn't want to offend her if she
wasn't Catholic.

   "So are you going to stay with me tonight, Patsy?"

   "I dunno.  I think Mom needs you more."

   "You think so?"

   "Yeah, she hasn't been sleeping very well because of Dad's coughing and
snoring and the lack of rest have been getting her down." Laura chuckled.

   "Mom won't get very much sleep if Owen has anything to do with it." I
didn't much care if it was Patsy, Laura or Mom that I slept with.  Anyone
of them was all right with me.  My sisters wandered off and I finished off
my homework and studied for a test.  I went downstairs to watch a couple of
programs and during one of the commercial breaks I signaled Mom to follow
me to the kitchen.

   "Why don't join me upstairs after Dad goes to bed?"

   "I'll see what I can do," she responded.  Her smile told me she'd be
there.  I wasn't wrong.  Around eleven o'clock Mom knocked on my door and
peeked in.

   "Is there room enough for two?"

   "I don't see a problem.  It makes things cozy.  How long can you stay?"

   "I've been sleeping on the sofa more often so I don't think your father
will expect me back in bed tonight.  As long as I'm up by the time he gets
up I'll be fine." Mom crawled in beside me and we cuddled for a while.  I
was going to make a move on her until I heard some heavy breathing.  It was
slow and rhythmic.  She was asleep!  I thought it was kind of funny and was
going to wake her up until I realized she was just plain exhausted.  I got
out of bed and covered Mom up.  She didn't stir.  I decided to sleep out on
the sofa.  The sofa was damned uncomfortable to sleep on.  No wonder she
was exhausted.  I just had to make sure she was awake before Dad got up. 
It seemed like I'd just closed my eyes when I felt someone shaking me
awake. I opened my eyes and saw Dad looking down at me.

   "Where's your mother?"

   "She's in my bed."

   "What the hell is she doing in your bed?"

   "Uh, she's been having trouble sleeping so she asked me to trade." Dad
shrugged his shoulders.

   "Go wake her up.  I want my breakfast." I bounded upstairs as fast as I
could go.

   "Wake up, Mom.  Dad's already up."

   "Oh my god!  Did he ask where I was?" I nodded my head.

   "I told him you were having trouble sleeping so you asked to trade.  I
slept on the sofa."

   "Did he say anything else?"

   "He wants his breakfast." Mom shrugged her shoulders.

   "I suppose I should be grateful he isn't that curious." She quickly
dressed.  Before she left she gave me a hug.  "Thank you for being so
considerate, darling.  I'm sorry I fell asleep on you but I'll be sure to
make it up to you."

   "That's okay, Mom." I hugged her back.  I had my morning boner and I
made sure to push it against her belly.  That made her giggle.

   Katy and Nancy were standing on the sidewalk when I walked outside to go
to school.  They must have been waiting for me.  That was good.  I wanted
to talk with them.  I walked across the street and joined them.  No one
said anything until we turned the corner.

   "We have some unfinished business," said Nancy.

   "That's not a problem.  Where and when?"

   "The same place after school." Mom told me Bernice Simmons wanted to
talk to me so it would have to be quick.

   "How do we keep from being interrupted by your mom again?"

   "We told our mom we were going to be a little late this afternoon.  It's
all right if we tell her before.  We promised to get our chores done as
soon as we get home."

   "I think I should use a condom with you."

   "It should be all right today.  Ruth and Mildred told me all about the
safe times." Heh!  Knowing that didn't do Ruth any good; the same with
their mother.  Well, I offered to use a condom.  I wasn't going to insist
on using one.  I hated using the things.  I wonder if her sisters taught
her the rhythm method.

   I turned to Katy.  "What I want to know is why you were telling your
sister secrets without warning me."

   "You're a guy.  You wouldn't understand." Katy was right.  I didn't
understand; any more than I understood my mother and sisters sharing
secrets.  Katy left it at that so I didn't pursue it.

   I saw Jackie at lunchtime sitting at her usual spot, but she was talking
to another guy so it looked like I'd been replaced already.  I also saw
Nancy talking to some girls.  That made my prick stiffen knowing I was
going to fuck her in a little over three hours.  I wolfed down my lunch,
grabbed a basketball and went to shoot some hoops.  I wasn't there for more
than a minute when Frank Russo showed up.

   "Hi," he said.

   "Hi," I said and took another shot.

   "Would you like to come over some time?"

   "I don't think so.  Your mother looked like she wanted to kill me."

   "She probably thought about it but she's all right now."

   "I don't want to take a chance yet." Maybe I'd wait 20 years or so. 
"Why don't you come over to my house some time?"

   "My house is the only place I can be Francesca." He blushed and looked
sad.

   "Hey, you guys wanna play some half court?  We'll spot you four points.
How about it?" They were two eighth graders that I recognized as being on
the school team.  I was about to decline when Frank accepted the challenge.

   "You don't have to spot us any points and we'll still beat you." They
smiled and let us have first possession.  I didn't think much of our
chances but I in bounded to Frank.  He dribbled once and heaved the ball.
Me and my two opponents were stunned when he scored.  On their possession
they missed a shot.  I got the rebound and passed the ball to Frank.  He
dribbled back to the top of the key and sank another basket.  They started
double teaming him on our next possession but that just left me open for an
easy lay up.  By the time the bell rang Frank and I led 10-2.

   "I have a basketball hoop over the garage at home.  I get a lot of
practice."

   "You should try out for the team," I said as we walked to class.  "They
really need your help." The team's win-loss record was pretty dreary.

   "That's not really what I want to do."

   "Well, think about it.  You need to be more social.  It should help your
self confidence and the more self confident you are the more self confident
Francesca will be." Frank smiled and nodded his head.

   "Francesca dreams a lot about the day she'll be able to come out of
hiding.  I don't if that will ever happen but I'll think about what you
said."

   The girls and I were mostly quiet on the walk home.  We got even quieter
as we neared our destination.  It was as if we were afraid their mother
might overhear us if we so much as whispered.  Of course this was just a
continuation from the day before.  The only difference was that Katy was
going to be with us.  I began to entertain the thought of doing Katy right
after finishing with Nancy but I knew I wasn't going to do that.  I wanted
to give my full attention to Nancy.

   We didn't waste much time once we entered the clubhouse.  I kissed both
girls.  Nancy reached under her skirt to take down her panties.  Katy
wasn't idle.  She zipped down my fly and freed my prick.  Then she stooped
and gave my prick head a couple of licks.

   "I can hardly wait until it's my turn." I smiled and nodded and then
turned my attention to Nancy.

   "Are you ready?"

   "As ready as I'll ever be," the girl responded with a nervous smile.  We
kissed and I moved between her legs.  There was no barrier to contend with
now but it was still plenty tight.  I made sure I was slow and gentle until
I was practically balls deep inside Nancy's cunt.

   "I don't want to get you pregnant.  Are you sure you're safe?"

   "I'm pretty sure," she responded.  "Safer than my mom was anyway." I
glared at Katy but all she did was grin.  There weren't any secrets she
didn't share with Nancy apparently.  Oh well.  I started moving my prick in
and out while Nancy hugged me to her.  "Uh!" she grunted each time I thrust
until a screech announced that she was cumming.  Her cunt muscles clamped
down and I responded with my own cum.

   "I'm sorry I hurt your ear," Nancy said as I pulled out of her.

   "I just hope nobody else heard that." There was a ringing in my right
ear but I hoped it would recover.

   "I hope it's a boy."

   "Huh?" I think I turned a little pale because the girls started
giggling.

   "Don't worry.  Nancy's talking about Mom's pregnancy."

   "I have to go," I said.  "Remind me to spank the both of you next time."
They thought that was funny.  Well, I thought it was funny, too but I tried
not to show it.  I kissed both of them and walked out.  I'd just barely got
out the back gate when I saw Susan walking toward me.

   "Hi, Susan," I yelled loud enough to startle her and cause her to back
away.  I hoped it was loud enough for Katy and Nancy to hear.  I heard a
little noise of scurrying feet and then all was quiet.  Whew!  That was
close.

   "What are you doing here?"

   "You haven't been over to visit lately," I said in a more normal voice.
"I've missed you."

   "Patsy has been coming over here lately."

   "Oh, is that it?  I was beginning to think you were trying to avoid me."
Susan blushed probably reliving our last time together.

   "I have to get inside.  I have a lot of homework tonight."

   "I'll talk to you later then." She didn't respond and walked by me.  I
wished I had more time to tease her but I had other things to do.  I
hurried home to drop off my books and take off again but Mom had some
freshly baked cookies on a plate.  Laura and Patsy were already helping
themselves.

   "I thought we were cutting out treats for a while."

   "Cutting down not cutting out," Mom responded.  "Sit down and I'll pour
you some milk." I sat down and we exchanged news about our day.  Everyone
thought I had the most interesting day so far and I had to agree.  They
said it was smart to stay away from Francesca's mom and I shouldn't give up
entirely on Jackie but she would have to come to me.  They got excited when
I told them about having sex with Nancy with Katy watching and the close
call we had with Susan.

   "What about the condoms you're supposed to be using with the single
girls," Laura asked.

   "Nancy said she was safe."

   "A girl's verbal assurances aren't worth the paper they're printed on,"
Mom said.  "On the other hand, I don't think any girl wants to name a
twelve year old boy as the father of her child."

   "Still, I think you should be more careful," Patsy added.

   "Well, anyway, I have to go see Mrs.  Simmons right now." I was anxious
to change the subject.

   "At least you won't need a condom with her," Mom said.

   I knocked on the Simmons door expecting to see Bernice but Mr.  Simmons
answered the door.  "Thanks for stopping by, Owen.  Come on in," he said.

   "Thanks, uh ...  you're looking better, sir.  I think Mrs.  Simmons
wanted to see me?"

   "I'm feeling better," the man responded.  "We both did.  First of all
I'd like to thank you for unloading my gear when I got home.  I couldn't
have done it." He handed me a twenty dollar bill.

   "You don't owe me anything, sir.  I was glad to do it.  Besides, this is
too much."

   "Go ahead and take it, Owen," Bernice said carrying a couple of tall
glasses of what looked like lemonade.  "A thousand dollars might not have
been too much the way my husband was feeling."

   "Thank you very much." I stuck the money in my pocket.  Mr.  Simmons and
I sat at a table while Bernice stood behind her husband.  She gave him a
kiss on the cheek and caressed his shoulders.  I actually felt a twinge of
jealousy at the attention he was getting until Bernice winked and smiled at
me.  She blew me a kiss and then gave her tits a gentle squeeze.  She was
still mine!

   Mr.  Simmons started talking about the possibility of me doing small
chores around the house.  I nodded politely but I wasn't really listening.
He could have said he was going to pay me in dog turds and I would have
readily agreed.  The only thing I could think of was getting my hands on
Bernice's tits once again but it wasn't going to happen today.  It was
agreed that Bernice would call me whenever she wanted my assistance.  I was
sure it would be during those times when her husband wasn't home.

   We talked a bit more and then I told them I had to get home.  I walked
in the kitchen door and I hear Mom calling me into the living room.  She
had company.

   "Owen, I believe you met Mrs.  Russo yesterday," Mom said.



   ------

   Chapter 16

   "It's good to see you again so soon, Owen," Mrs.  Russo said.

   "It is?  I mean it is ...  good to see you, too Mrs.  Russo." I was kind
of flustered to say the least.  I mean, we didn't exactly part on the best
of terms.  I quickly reminded myself that the woman was unlikely to
complain about me because I had something on her, or at least on her son.

   "We were just discussing some PTA matters," said Mom, "and Mrs.  Russo
mentioned her son Frank has a birthday coming up.  She wants to invite you
to a party to help celebrate."

   "Okay." I really didn't know what else to say.

   "I was just about to leave now, but I was wondering if you have a few
minutes so I can discuss it with you.  It's a surprise party."

   "Oh, sure.  Right now?"

   "Right now would be fine.  Perhaps you can walk out with me?" I followed
her out to the sidewalk and she said, "I'd like to know if I can expect
further blackmail demands from you; for sex or anything else."

   "The blackmailing is over," I stated.  I didn't see the point in
continuing.  I had too many willing girls to worry about an unwilling one.
Mrs.  Russo nodded her head.

   "Thank you," she responded.  "That's a relief.  Frank has told me you
haven't tried to tease or torment him and have actually been kind and
encouraging to him.  That's also a relief.  He wants me to allow you to
visit at the house and I told him I'd have to think about it but I hope I
can trust you now.  So you're welcome to visit anytime.

   "The birthdays have always been ...  just Francesca and I.  If you're
able to attend it really will be a surprise for her.  Say Saturday at one
o'clock?"

   "Should I bring anything?"

   "I think she'll be thrilled if you just bring yourself." She blushed and
then said, "I used to think this was a game which she'd grow tired of, but
I'm afraid it's getting to a dangerous phase.  Francesca wants to start
trying things."

   "I prefer real girls." Mrs.  Russo actually smiled.

   "I figured that out and Francesca knows it, too.  She won't try to rape
you." It was my turn to smile.

   "At least I can't get her pregnant." Mrs.  Russo left.  I walked back
inside and gave Mom the rundown of what was said.

   "So what do I get a girl for her birthday who isn't really a girl?"

   "I think a small keepsake would be nice," Mom said.  "It doesn't have to
be anything expensive, just something that will always remind her of you. A
charm bracelet or a charm to add to her bracelet if she already has one is
always safe whether or not she's a real girl."

   "I guess I have some shopping to do."

   "Take Laura or Patsy with you.  Either one will be able to offer you
some good advice."

   "I'll do that." I headed up to my bedroom and found a surprise waiting
for me.  It was a brand new bed with a full size mattress.  Cool!  It made
my already small bedroom look smaller but I could handle it.  It was big
enough for a cozy couple.  I ran back downstairs and gave Mom a big hug and
a kiss.

   "Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you for the new bed!"

   "You're very welcome, dear."

   "I want you to be my first guest of honor to help me break it in."

   "Well, I feel honored to be invited but I can't."

   "Why not?"

   "Your father has forbidden me from disturbing you after you've gone to
bed unless it's an emergency."

   "I don't understand."

   "It's your father's way of telling me there's a perfectly good spot for
me to sleep at night and it's right next to him.  It's no use telling him I
can't get any sleep because of his coughing and snoring caused by his
smoking and being overweight.  He just won't listen.  Anyway, he can't stop
me from sleeping on the couch."

   "He won't know where you sleep if we're more careful."

   "Neither of us intended to oversleep but we did.  I don't want him to
start getting suspicious and I certainly don't want him discovering us in
bed together."

   "I guess we'll have to go on more drives."

   "I like that idea," said Mom.  "Another idea is to just fuck me where I
stand.  I won't resist."

   "Oh, yeah?  How about now?" I was joking but Mom just smiled.  She bent
over the kitchen table and pulled up her skirt.  No panties!

   "Take me like you did Patsy.  Quickly!" I didn't need any further
invitation.  I unzipped and pulled out my thickening prick.  It was a
matter of a few seconds before I was fucking her.  No foreplay needed.

   "I'm such a slut," Mom murmured.  "My own son is using me and I love
every moment of it."

   "Make that a cheating slut," I said.

   "A cheating incestuous slut," Mom added.

   "How long has Dad smoked," I asked as I continued to fuck her.

   "I met your father in high school.  He was a junior and was already
smoking then.  I used to think a man smoking was so sexy and masculine.  I
certainly don't think that way any more.  I hope you never start."

   "Don't worry about that." I didn't mind other people smoking.  It was no
business of mine.  On the other hand I was never attracted to girls or
women that smoked even if they were extraordinarily sexy and beautiful or
even if they were interested in me.  Mom and I finished fucking.  We
cleaned up and Mom went back to preparing dinner.

   Dad wasn't home yet when dinner was served so I brought Mom and the
girls up to date with Bernice Simmons.  We also talked about the close call
Nancy, Katy and I had with Susan.

   "Too bad you didn't have more time for them," said Patsy.  "If Susan had
walked in on you guys, then you could have taken care of the three of
them."

   "You don't think Susan would have started yelling and screaming?"

   "No, I don't think so.  If she would have tried to make a fuss, then you
could have reminded her she wasn't a Miss Goody Two Shoes either."

   "Have you two talked about what happened?"

   "Neither one of us has brought it up."

   "I wish you could get her over here again."

   "What Patsy needs to do," said Mom, "is to stop going over to her house
every time they want to meet."

   "What if she still won't come over," Patsy asked.

   "Susan isn't your only friend."

   "I think she's too afraid of what Owen will do to her if she does start
coming back over here."

   "Yeah, she might not be a virgin anymore," I said.  "Maybe I could be
gone the first few times Susan comes back."

   "That's a good idea," said Mom.

   "Mrs.  Russo mentioned Francesca wanted to try some things with me. 
They both know I prefer girls but now I'm starting to get nervous about it.
I mean, Francesca is still Frank in a skirt and I'm not a queer.  Should I
just tell her no?"

   "You don't to hurt the girl's feelings, do you?"

   "Well, no but she's not really a girl."

   "As long as Francesca remains in character I don't think you should
worry about being mistaken for a queer.  I've heard of men being completely
fooled by female impersonators."

   "Then she'd have to leave her clothes on.  She doesn't have tits or a
pussy.  What else is there?"

   "There's kissing and hugging and holding hands, of course," Laura
suggested.

   "That sounds so romantic," Patsy added.  Both girls giggled.

   "I don't think that's what Francesca has in mind," I responded.  Maybe I
should have waited to talk to Mom alone.

   "I think that's exactly what Francesca is hoping for," Mom said, "at
least for the first two minutes."

   "Two minutes of romance would be a record for Owen," said Laura.  Now
the three of them were giggling.

   "You can always use her mouth," said Mom.  "And there's her other hole."

   "What other hole," I asked.

   "Her butt hole," she replied.

   "Ewww!" the rest of us chorused.

   "I'd never let a guy do that to me," said Laura.

   "Me neither," Patsy agreed.

   "I'd never want to do that to a girl much less a guy," I said.  "It's
dirty back there."

   "I've never tried it myself," said Mom.  "I'd be too scared to try it
especially with someone with a prick your size.  However I've heard that
women have allowed their boyfriends or husbands to use their bottom hole as
a form of birth control.  Homosexuals use it as a substitute pussy.  Either
way it's seen as an act of ultimate submission to the person's lover."

   "Well, I'm never going to suggest something like that."

   "Never rule anything out if it serves to assert your dominance in any
relationship, Owen.  Of course there are certain precautions to take in
order to avoid injuries or infection.  That includes use of an enema, a
lubricant and lots of patient gentleness." Mom added more detail of what
she about anal sex.  It was interesting but just in the academic sense.  I
certainly did not want to try it.

   I wound up sleeping by myself that night.  I mean I was sure either
Patsy or Laura would have agreed to come to my bed if I had asked.  But I
knew they were both studying and I had some studying to do, too.  Besides,
it would be more fun if they came to me.  Katy was always a possibility for
the following day.  I was up bright and early the next day and made sure to
leave for school at the same time as Nancy and Katy.  After we turned the
corner we stopped and I gave each girl a hug and a kiss.

   "I love you, Owen" said Katy.

   "I love you, too," said Nancy.

   "And I love you guys," I responded.  I made sure to cop a feel of their
butts.  Nancy's hips were broadening like her older sisters.  Katy still
had a skinny butt.

   "It's my turn," said Katy.  I nodded.

   "Your mom said she might want to be there.  She hopes you'll have second
thoughts about having sex with me or not like it.  She says you're still
too young."

   "I'll like it even if it kills me and I'm too young to have sex."

   "It won't kill you."

   "It was a little uncomfortable for me at first," said Nancy, "but Owen
was real gentle."

   "Your mom doesn't want me to be gentle with Katy."

   "We should get some practice in and then I can tell her it's our first
time if she wants to watch," said Katy.  "Anyway, I want to see her face
when I tell her I can't live without it now.  Don't worry about getting me
pregnant.  I can't have babies yet."

   I saw Frank in class but I didn't talk with him.  I didn't see him at
lunch.  I was starting to get nervous about the idea of going to his
birthday party even if I was going to be the only outside guest.  Francesca
was a very cute girl but she was still Frank when all was said and done. 
Did she want to be my "girlfriend"?  And what things did she want to try?
If I was too friendly with Frank, would I be labeled a queer if he got
caught out cross dressing as Francesca?  All these what-ifs were giving me
a headache.  Well, I was committed to attending the party.  Maybe I was
worrying too much.  I was walking back to class after lunch and saw Jackie
standing nearby.  I waved to her and she motioned me to join her.

   "Can we talk?"

   "Sure," I said, "but there's no time now."

   "I have a few minutes after school.  What about then?" I agreed to meet
Jackie after school.  I'd have to tell Nancy I wouldn't be walking home
with her and Katy.  Katy might be disappointed but she was already mine. 
It was just a matter of choosing the right time to take her to bed.  I
wanted to see if I could get back together with Jackie.  I was sure that
was what the girl wanted to talk about.  I hoped I didn't seem too anxious
in agreeing to talk to her right away.  After school let out I met Jackie.
She was sitting on a bench at the front of the school by the parking lot.

   "What did you want to talk about," I asked as I sat down beside her.

   "I don't want us to be just friends," Jackie said straight out.  "I'll
do anything you want."

   "That covers a lot of territory.  Are you sure?"

   "I'm sure."

   "What about that guy I saw talking to you at lunch yesterday.  You two
seem to like each other."

   "He's nice." I already knew this was a girl's codeword for boring.

   "I'm not."

   Jackie grinned and said, "I know."

   "You might regret it."

   "I won't."

   "You can still see other guys when I'm busy but I expect you to drop
everything when I want to see you." The girl stopped smiling but she still
nodded her head.

   "I know you have other friends like that girl you walk with to and from
school." So Jackie knew about Nancy and she was still willing to share me.

   "She's my neighbor but yeah, like her.  By the way, you met her father
and no, she doesn't know and I'd prefer to keep it that way for now." She
smiled at that revelation but didn't say anything.  I wanted to test how
much Jackie was committed to me but there were too many people walking
around including teachers.  I heard a car horn.

   "That's my sister," said Jackie.  "I have to go." Well, a little test
wouldn't hurt.

   "Not until I say so, okay?" The girl gave me a questioning look and then
giggled.

   "I knew I'd probably get in trouble because of you, but I didn't realize
it would happen so soon." The horn honked again, this time longer. 
Jackie's sister was already getting impatient.

   "Will you get in big trouble?"

   "I don't think so.  Bonnie will complain to our mom and take it out on
me some other way.  I'm more worried about you."

   "You think she'll try something?"

   "I wouldn't put it past her."

   "Jackie!" Bonnie sounded pissed.

   "I guess you better go now." I gave her a quick kiss and watched her
walk off toward her sister's car.  Bonnie started talking to Jackie, but I
couldn't hear what she was saying though the tone sounded pretty angry. 
Jackie smiled and waved at me as she got in the car.  Bonnie glared at me
and I knew Jackie was right.  I'd made an enemy.  That didn't bother me
any.

   I thought about trying to catch up with Nancy and Katy but then I
figured they were too far ahead of me and I didn't want to run.  A car
pulled up along side of me and I heard my name called.  It was Bernice
Simmons.

   "Need a ride?"

   "Sure!" I got in beside her and sort of scrunched down as the car began
to move.

   "Are the Cassidy girls angry with you about something?"

   That caught me by surprise.  "No, but they'll get curious if they see me
in the car with you.  Uh, how did you know?"

   "I saw them first when I was driving the other way and I've seen you
walk with them.  I turned around to pick you up.  Are they part of my
competition?" I didn't answer and Bernice blushed.

   "My god!  I sounded just like a jealous bitch, didn't I.  I'm sorry."

   "That's all right."

   "Do you have time to do a small chore for me?"

   "I think so."

   "Mr.  Simmons is feeling a lot better and has returned to work." For a
second I thought Bernice was just making polite conversation, but then I
realized what the "small chore" might be ...  if I was lucky.  She made a
small detour in order to avoid driving past the Cassidy girls and we were
soon at her house.  She served me a Coke on ice and then disappeared into
her bedroom.

   "What kind of chore needs to be done," I yelled.

   "I need a hole taken care of here in the bedroom." Heh!  Bernice wasn't
being very subtle.  I gulped down my Coke and belched.  I walked into the
bedroom.  The married woman was lying on the bed with her skirt pulled to
the waist.  She wasn't wearing panties.

   "Which hole?"

   "This one here," Bernice said pointing to her pussy.

   "It looks like it sprung a leak.  Have you been playing with yourself?"
I unzipped and hauled out my prick.

   "I've been leaking ever since you got into the car with me.  Take a look
at my panties.  They're soaked."

   "It's nice to feel wanted." I crawled between her legs and stuck my
prick in her snatch.

   "Yes!" Bernice cried.  She wrapped her arms and legs around me and gave
me a kiss.

   "You like that, huh?"

   "I love it!  I used to wonder what the big deal was about having sex. 
Well, now I know thanks to you."

   "It's my pleasure." It really was.  I began to move in and out of her.

   "Oh, I know I'm giving you a few moments of pleasure, but that hardly
seems adequate when you're giving me the gift of motherhood." I didn't know
how to respond to that so I just kept fucking the married woman until I
squirted a huge load of my sperm into her womb.  We kissed and cuddled a
bit after that.

   "I know I'm just a conquest to you, Owen," Bernice said, "probably one
of just many, but I want you to know you're the most important person in my
life right now; even more important than my husband." This was heady stuff
for a twelve year-old to listen to.  I caressed Bernice's arm and kept
silent, afraid of ruining the moment.  She was leading up to something but
I didn't know what.  The woman reached into her purse and handed me a key.

   "What's this to?"

   "A friend of mine owns a small cottage near the railroad tracks.  It's
vacant and I'm keeping an eye on it while she's living out of state.  It
would be a nice place to take your young girlfriends ...  or not so young
girlfriends."

   Cool!

   ------

   Chapter 17

   I came home intending to tell Mom about gaining access to a bachelor pad
and asking her if she and the girls wanted to go take a look.  But then we
a had a visitor again.  Or at least Patsy did.  She was sitting in the
kitchen with her and Mom having milk and cookies.

   "Hi, Susan," I said and gave her my best leer.

   "Hi," Susan responded nervously.  The 14-year old looked kind of scared,
too and I saw Mom give me a slight head shake so I was going to lay off the
flirting and teasing.

   "I'll be up in my room if anyone needs me," I said.  Any female that is,
I added silently and left the kitchen.  I stripped out of my clothes and
lay back naked on my bed.  It had been another eventful day.  This morning,
Nancy and Katy had expressed their love and commitment to me.  Also, Jackie
had come crawling back to me, not literally, but close enough.  Finally,
I'd gotten laid by Bernice and she'd given me access to a house where I
could take a girlfriend for a private fuck session whenever I wanted to. 
No more sneaking around.  Things couldn't get better than this, but if they
did it would just be icing on the cake.  I examined the key in my hand and
imagined all the fun I would have bringing schoolgirls and married women to
fuck in privacy.  No more car back seats or back yards.  Mom had me move my
old bed to the garage intending to donate it to the Good Will or Salvation
Army.  Now I had a use for it.  For me and my invited guests.  My prick
stiffened in anticipation.

   "Come in," I yelled to a knock on the door.  I just hoped it was a
friendly female.  Anyone I saw downstairs would be fine.  The door opened
and Mom stepped through.  She smiled when she saw the condition I was in.

   "Were you expecting anyone in particular or just anyone?"

   "How about Susan?"

   "It's a little bit too soon for her yet, but Patsy and I are working on
it."

   "You'll do then," I responded and beckoned her over.

   "I have to get dinner started."

   "It'll wait."

   Mom smiled again and shrugged her shoulders.  "Yes, sir.  If you
insist." She sat down beside me then leaned over and kissed me.

   "Mmm.  I like how you obey."

   "Do I have a choice?"

   "None at all," I responded.  "By the way, I just fucked Mrs.  Simmons."

   "Is that so?" Mom said acting surprised.  "I wonder how she tastes." She
scooted down and gave my prick several slow licks as if she was savoring
the taste.  "Yummy!  She tastes as delicious as Ruth." That got me to
thinking if my mother was a secret lesbian.  Or maybe she liked both sexes
equally.

   "Do you like women as much as men?" I asked.

   "Certainly not!" Mom exclaimed.  "I like men much more than women.  I
did some experimentation as a teenager with other coeds, but I haven't done
any of that since high school.  The opportunity to experience lesbian sex
hasn't presented itself and I've never had the desire to go out looking for
it in the past several years."

   "Would you do it again if the opportunity came up?"

   Mom giggled.  "I might.  Do you have a particular someone in mind?"

   "I don't have anyone in mind," I admitted.  "I just think it would be
hot to watch something like like that.  I dunno.  Am I being weirder than
usual?"

   "You're just being a typical male," Mom responded.  "That's all.  You
men typically condemn homosexuality as an abomination.  At the same time
you all think all women are secret lesbians at heart.  That's not true at
all.  In fact I read an article in a magazine about something called the
Kinsey Report.  The survey they conducted showed men have homosexual
feelings in about the same ratio as women.  In fact, ten percent of
American men are probably exclusively homosexual although, if the survey
hadn't been anonymous, the number of queers in the U.S.  would have
reported as virtually nil."

   I didn't have a clue who this Kinsey guy was, but I didn't believe that
ten percent of the guys in my school were secretly lusting after other
guys. Of course, I never thought of Frank Russo as a cross-dressing sissy
before I discovered his secret.  I thought he was one out of a million type
of things, but I had guessed wrong if this Kinsey guy knew what he was
talking about.  It was nice information to have, but it wasn't going to
affect me any.  The more homosexual men the better as long as they weren't
lusting after me.  That left more women for me.

   "Oh, well," I said.  "I'll let you know if I run into any lesbians."

   "I already have someone in mind even if you don't."

   "Really?  A real live lesbian?  Who?"

   "Probably not a dyed in the wool lesbian, but perhaps as interested in
her own sex as I am."

   "Tell me," I demanded.

   "I don't know if I should.  I could be wrong, you know." I could tell
Mom was teasing me.  She was enjoying it, but I was getting exasperated.

   "I think I'll spank you in about five seconds if you don't tell me who
you're thinking about."

   Mom blushed and said, "Susan Cassidy."

   "Her?  How do you know?"

   "Like I said.  I could be wrong," Mom explained.  "It's just a vague
feeling from things Patsy has mentioned and from that time in your bedroom
when I kissed her.  She kissed me the same way when she came over this
afternoon."

   "Let me know when you know for sure," I said.

   I switched the subject and told Mom about the vacant house that Bernice
Simmons was going to let me use.

   "That sounds exciting," Mom responded.  "We should go take a look at
it."

   "Now?"

   "No, not now.  I have to get dinner ready, but soon.  Maybe Saturday?"

   "I'm going to Francesca's birthday party on Saturday."

   "There's plenty of time in the morning before you have be there.  We'll
just take quick look around and come right back.  Speaking of Francesca, I
think we have a gift for her."

   "What's that?"

   "A charm bracelet," Mom said.  "Every young girl has to have a charm
bracelet.  Laura has three of them and she's willing to let you have her
least favorite."

   "That sounds nice," I said.  "But what if she already has one?"

   "Then she'll have two of them.  Don't worry about it.  It's the thought
that counts." Well, I hadn't put any thought into it myself, but it sounded
all right to me."

   Mom advised me against making any moves on Susan for the time being. 
She would be the one making the moves on the neighbor girl.  If her
seduction was successful, Mom would have Susan jumping through hoops which
would include spreading her legs for me.

   Mom apologized for not having made me cum, but she had to leave to check
on a casserole that was baking in the oven and get the rest of dinner
ready. I didn't mind.  I had cum inside Bernice Simmons anyway less than an
hour before so I wasn't feeling especially horny.  I wandered downstairs
find some trouble to get into.  Susan was gone.  My sisters were watching
American Bandstand.  Dick Clark was interviewing the Everly Brothers. 
Laura and Patsy were fans of them.  I liked them too, but all they were
doing right then was talking.  I was going to grope both Laura and Patsy,
but Dad got home around then and I had to behave myself.

   After dinner I watched a little TV and then went to my room to do my
homework.  I was trying to out of the habit of procrastinating on my
assignments so I could concentrate on being with my women.  Heh!  The
homework didn't really that long to finish.  I put everything away and
wandered over to my sisters' bedroom.  I knocked once and entered even
though I heard Patsy say, "Just a second." She was getting ready for her
shower and hadn't put on her robe yet.  I startled her a bit.

   "Gosh, Owen," she said.  "Don't we get a little privacy anymore?"

   "Owen doesn't know the meaning of the word where we're concerned," Laura
said.  I was glad they were both smiling when they made those comments.  My
older sister was still dressed reading a magazine on her side of the bed.
Patsy donned her robe and left for the shower.

   "Mom said you were giving up one of your charm bracelets so I can give
it to Francesca as a birthday gift.  Can I see it?"

   "It's on top of the dresser.  I'll wrap it up for you real pretty." It
looked nice enough.  I hoped Francesca liked it.  I think it was made out
of silver plate and already had a charm attached.  A heart.

   "What do I owe you?"

   "Nothing.  It was just gathering dust."

   "Thanks!" I walked over and leaned down for a kiss.  "Why don't you
spend the night with me in my new bed?"

   "Actually, I think Mom intends to pay you a visit tonight after Dad is
asleep.  She says she owes you a cum and would like to get a cum out of it
herself."

   "I'll look forward to that," I said.  We kissed again and I wished her
sweet dreams.  I met Patsy coming out of the shower and I exchanged kisses
with her too.

   "Sorry It's late," Mom whispered as she slipped into my bedroom.  I had
given up on her and almost asleep by the time she arrived.

   "That's all right," I slurred.  My dick was responding much better.  It
was wide awake and stiffening to attention.  Mom pulled down my bed
clothes. The stiffy was already sticking out through the fly of my pajamas.
My mother straddled my body and guided into her snatch.  We both sighed in
pleasure and she began a slow steady rocking motion.

   "I wish I could stay with you all night every night," Mom said.

   "You're certainly welcome to," I responded.  Mom smiled and shook her
head.

   "That wouldn't be fair to your sisters or to your other women."

   "That's true."

   "Every night is probably something you should reserve only for your
wife." It was my turn to smile.

   "I don't think marriage is in the cards for me," I said.  "I don't think
I could stay faithful to any one woman no matter how much we loved each
other."

   "It's true marriage is more important to the woman than to the man," Mom
said.  "Still, a wife does have her uses.  Of course, she would have to be
agreeable and supportive to your relationships with other women.  Anyway, I
don't think you have to think about that for another ten years or so."

   "That's good to know," I said.  Ten years seemed like an eternity to me
at the time anyway.  "If it happens, I hope she is someone as smart and as
beautiful as you."

   "You say some of the nicest things," Mom said as she bent down and
kissed me.  "Just for that, I think I'll fuck your brains out." She sped up
her thrusts and certainly did try to fuck my brains out.  In the end, I
think Mom was the one who lost it when she had a giant cum and screeched so
loud I was afraid the noise would wake up Dad.  Laura and Patsy did wake up
and they were standing outside my door when Mom opened it.  Mom just
giggled and scurried downstairs.

   Laura said, "What did you do to Mom?  Could you please do the same thing
to us?"

   "Not tonight," I said.  "I'm all fucked out."

   "That's too bad," my oldest sister responded.  She pulled back my bed
covers and climbed into bed with me.

   "What are you doing?"

   "I'm going to sleep here tonight," Laura responded.  "Don't you remember
inviting me to do exactly that?"

   "Yeah, but you said Mom wanted to come here tonight.  Don't you remember
that?"

   "Mom has been here and gone.  I don't think she's coming back here
tonight, do you?  Do you want me to leave?  Is that what you're saying?"
She gave me a classic hurt feelings look.

   "I didn't mean that," I protested.  "It's just that we won't be able to
do anything except sleep."

   "And what's wrong with that?"

   "Nothing, I guess," I responded lamely.

   "Good night, you two," Patsy said.  "I'm glad you have it all worked
out."

   Laura and I discovered our most comfortable position sleeping in a
double bed was back to back.  That worked fine and we got right off to
sleep.  Just before dawn, I woke with a boner that just wouldn't go down
even after I took a piss.  I must still be asleep, I thought.  Laura has a
perfectly acceptable pussy and she's here lying in bed with me.  She was
still asleep, but I started yanking down her pajama bottoms and panties
anyway.

   "What?," she mumbled.

   "I want to fuck you," I responded.

   "What time is it?  It's still dark out."

   "It's time to fuck."

   "Oh Owen, you have such a romantic way of putting things," Laura said.
"Thanks for asking so sweetly." Laura was acting annoyed, but she didn't
hesitate in stripping off her nightwear.

   "I thought that was what you wanted when you crawled in bed with me."

   "That was hours ago."

   "My darling Laura, dearest sister and love of my life," I said affecting
a French accent.  "I am so sorry for awakening you from your slumber, but I
was so overcome with passion for your beauty.  I beg you.  Let us make wild
abandoned love before the dawn breaks and we must part."

   My sister giggled.  "That was a lot better even with the bad Pepe Le Pew
imitation," she said.  "Now I don't feel like such a slut.  You might work
on your sincerity a little bit more though.  Learning a little charm
wouldn't hurt you either." She lifted her leg and I slipped my prick into
her dripping snatch.

   "Oh god!  Oh god!  So good!  So good!" Laura whispered.  "I'm such a
slut." Heh!  I was doing all right without having to take any charm
classes. I had all I needed.  I had a big dick and I knew how to use it. 
Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask Mom about it.  I didn't say anything else.
About five minutes later I squirted a wad of sperm inside Laura's pussy.

   My sister said, " I wonder what Dad will say when he finds out Patsy and
I are pregnant.  Maybe Mom too."

   "Uh, you're not pregnant yet, are you?" Now I was nervous.

   "No, we aren't pregnant yet, but we will be," my sister responded.

   "I'm sure he will be very happy for everyone," I said.  I pulled my limp
dick out of her pussy.  I knew I was courting disaster with all this
unprotected sex with Mom and my sisters, but I just couldn't help myself.

   "Hehe!  I doubt that.  More than likely, he'll be digging out his
shotgun.  At least Mom can blame him for her condition.  Who do we blame?"

   "Anybody but me.  Listen, be sure to let me know ahead of time so I can
pack a bag and leave the country."

   "Oh don't worry, little brother.  I think Mom is working on a plan so
that no one finds out who's to blame."

   "I sure hope so." It sounded like I needed to talk to Mom about how we
were going to deal with Dad if I knocked up one or both of my sisters.

   "I better get up and go back to my own room," Laura said.  "Should I
send Patsy in here?"

   "If she wants to," I responded with a grin.  Jeez!  I was going to be
worn out soon and the day hadn't even begun.  I wasn't really disappointed
when she didn't show.  I guess she wasn't in the mood either.

   I met Nancy and Katy out on the sidewalk in front of their house for the
walk to school that morning.

   "I thought you were going to do Katy yesterday," Nancy said.  "It's her
turn."

   "I was busy."

   "Owen will do me when he's good and ready and not before," Katy said.

   I liked what I Katy said and nodded.  "Did you hear what your sister
said," I asked Nancy.

   "I didn't mean it like I was trying to push you around," Nancy responded
and pushed up against me with her body.  I couldn't help laughing.

   I got kind of nervous during nutrition break between second and third
period.  I saw Nancy talking with another girl.  The girl she was talking
happened to be Jackie.  I thought this could be very bad.  I didn't want
them fighting over me.  What I was most worried about was Jackie blabbing
about seeing Nancy's father cheating on her mother.  I might have made a
mistake confiding in Jackie.  I edged closer to them to see if there were
any hostilities going on.  There didn't seem to be.  In fact they both
smiled and waved when they spotted me.

   Jackie said, "We decided to introduce ourselves since we apparently both
have similar interests."

   Nancy said, "Yes, it's amazing how much my new friend Jackie and I have
in common."

   I breathed a sigh of relief.  "It's always nice to make new friends," I
said.  I know that's lame, but it was only thing I could think of to say.
Fortunately, the bell rang and I was able to excuse myself.

   At lunch I saw Jackie sitting at her usual place minus her friend from
the day before.  She motioned me over and I sat down beside her.

   "Did you get in trouble with your sister yesterday?"

   Jackie shrugged her shoulders.  "She said if I kept her waiting like
that again she was going to drive off and I could walk home."

   "I guess we won't try that again."

   "Bonnie will be the one in trouble if I do have to walk home.  She knows
that, too.  I think I'd rather just start riding the school bus again
anyway so I don't have to listen to her talk about how she's doing me such
a great favor giving me rides and nagging me about my choice of friends."

   "Did my name come up?"

   Jackie giggled.  "You could say that.  Basically, she said I could do a
lot better than you and I should dump you right away.  Bonnie didn't
realize it, but she couldn't have given me a better recommendation for
sticking by you for as long as you want me."

   "I like your attitude."

   "Thanks," Jackie responded.  "So tomorrow is Saturday.  Do you want to
go see a monster movie with me?"

   "Heh!  I'll be busy tomorrow, but we'll find another time to get
together."

   "Do you mind if I sit down with you guys?" Nancy said.

   "Not at all," said Jackie.  Nancy sat on the other side of me and the
two girls started chatting with each other.  I leaned back against a pole
so they wouldn't have to lean forward to face each other.  I finished my
lunch mostly in silence and listened to them talk for the rest of the lunch
period.  I was amazed how girls could talk about such trivial things and
make it all sound interesting.  I could never do that.

   The rest of the school day was uneventful except girls I didn't even
know were smiling back at me whenever I looked their way.  That never
happened before.  I had something else to ask Mom about.  I walked home
with Katy and Nancy.

   "So when are we going to do it," Katy asked.

   "Tell your mom you're ready," I responded.  "Ask her if she still wants
to be there when we do."
   ------ To Be Continued...  ------