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Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 4/9

Brenda - A Love Story  [ M/f f/f ]

by Tom Bombadil  (c) Aug 1996

Chapter 4 of 9

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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or 
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in 
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or 
relatives.

You've been warned.

In this chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise, 
                  a guilt trip, their second time

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Richard walked upstairs into Brenda's room and closed the door behind 
him.  He saw her lying on the bed, curled up on her side, facing the 
wall.  Her whole body was shaking with quiet sobs.

"Brenda?"  

There was no response.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to caress her 
shoulder.  She pulled away a little the first time he touched her, but 
stayed still when he put his hand on her shoulder again.  All he heard 
was a very muffled "go away".

"Brenda, please listen to me.  If you still want me to go away when 
I'm finished, I will. I promise."

"Remember what I said the other night?  I told you that I loved you, 
and that I would be there for you as long as you wanted me.  I meant 
it then, and I mean it now.  I do love you.  I want to be with you and 
make you happy.  I never realized until then how much I do love you.  
When I saw you downstairs, the look you gave me, filled with all that 
pain, almost tore me apart.  Brenda, I am yours until you tell me you 
don't want me any more.  But it looks like it's going to take you a 
while before you really believe me."

"Your mother and I had a talk before I came up here, so I'm feeling a 
lot better about us, and so is she.  She told me what's wrong.  I'm 
sorry I hurt you, but I forgot that Caitlin was coming.  No, she isn't 
my girlfriend or lover or mistress or anything like that.  She's my 
sister.  Now, if you still want me to go away, I will."

He felt her sobbing slowly stop.  In a tiny little voice he heard her 
ask "Your sister?"

"Yes, my sister."

Brenda half-turned and looked at him, eyes cloudy with tears, face 
flushed, with streaks all down her cheeks.  That look of hurt was 
still in her eyes, but there was also a spark of hope.  "Is she really 
your sister?"

Staring deep into those big green eyes, Richard found it hard to 
speak.  He wanted to take her into his arms, to hug and cuddle her, to 
kiss away all the pain he saw.  But he knew that he had to be very 
gentle with her right now, and let her come to him.  "Yes, Tinkerbell, 
she really is.  Caitlin is my baby sister.  You are the only love I 
have."

Brenda then rolled over, climbed onto Richard's lap, wrapped her arms 
tightly around his neck, and started crying into his shoulder.  He 
knew that at that moment, she was definitely still a little girl.  
Richard just held her close, hugging her to him, whispering sweet 
soothing sounds into her ear.

A little while later, when the sobbing had stopped, he heard her quiet 
voice in his ear.  "Do you really love me?"

"Yes, Tinkerbell, I really and truly do love you with all my heart."

"Good, 'cause I love you too.  Don't you ever do this to me again."  
With that, she shifted around until she was looking into his eyes, 
then gave him the softest, most sensual kiss he'd ever had in his 
life.

A short eternity later, there was a knock at the door.  Mary stuck her 
head into the room and said that dinner was ready, so if they were 
both ok, they'd better get cleaned up and down to the kitchen.  She 
then closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again.

"Well, Tinkerbell," Richard whispered, breaking their kiss.  "Do you 
feel ok now?"

"Uh huh" was her only reply, as she gave him a short, intense kiss.

"Right," Richard said, trying to catch his breath.  "Lets go get 
cleaned up for dinner.  I think my sister wants to meet you."

Brenda got up to head for the bathroom, letting Richard have his first 
good look at her since he arrived.  "Whew.  Brenda, who did you get 
all dressed up for?"

She looked at him and smiled a bit.  "You, silly.  Do you like it?"  
She stood away from him and gave a little spin.

He couldn't help it.  He was getting hard just looking at her.  "Well, 
that's just about the hottest and sexiest outfit I've ever seen.  
I love it."

"Yeah, I see you do like it."  Brenda reached over and ran her hand 
down the front of his pants, following the outline of his hardening 
cock.  A smile teased at the corners of her mouth.  "At least, part of 
you does."

"Come on, you little tease, lets get cleaned up before things get out 
of hand.  Or in your case, before something gets into your hands."  
They both laughed a bit at that bad joke, and headed for the 
bathroom.


Downstairs in the kitchen dinner was being served up.  When Mary came 
down after checking in on Brenda and Richard, she said she wasn't sure 
how much longer they would be, so everyone might as well get started.  
She'd been right earlier, it had been an interesting evening.  There 
was no way she could have seen how much more interesting it would 
get.

A few minutes later, Richard and Brenda walked in.  Brenda's arms were
wrapped around Richard's chest, and his arm was around her shoulders.

"It looks like you're feeling a little better Brenda," Mary said, 
breaking the sudden silence.

"Yeah, mom.  I feel a lot better now.  Maybe even a little bit 
hungry."

Mary cleared her throat, then nodded toward Caitlin.

"Oh, sorry Sis.  Caitlin, this is my friend Brenda.  Brenda, this is 
my baby sister Caitlin."

"Hi Caitlin"

"Uh, hi, Brenda."  Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off Brenda since she 
walked into the room.  She looked hot, devastatingly so, and very 
sensuous and tender.  The crying had reddened and moistened her lips, 
and given her eyes a luminous quality.  The outfit she was wearing 
enhanced her curves and bumps in all the right places.

Caitlin couldn't believe it.  Brenda was turning HER on!  She could 
feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting moist.  She could 
finally see how her brother gotten into such a situation.  It would be 
hard to say no to anything that girl wanted.

Vicky watched Caitlin carefully, with a strange look in her eyes as 
she did.  Will was the only one who noticed, and he said nothing.  
Vicky felt someone watching her, turned, and looked straight into her 
father's eyes.  He winked, gave her a lazy smile, and turned away.  An 
almost predatory grin ran across the girl's face, quickly replaced by 
one of youthful innocence.

When dinner was finally done, Mary disappeared with Vicky for a few 
minutes to have a talk with her about Richard and Brenda.  When they 
got back, Vicky had a big grin on her face, and a very mischievous 
look in her eyes.  

After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the evening in the living 
room talking about unimportant matters.  Will brought out a big bottle 
of wine, a nice cool dry white that left a pleasant after taste, and 
everybody had some.  Even the two girls were treated to a glass.   
Almost everyone was on edge, feeling a little nervous about what was 
happening, but the wine helped them to relax a little.  Neither Brenda 
nor Vicky seemed to notice any of the tension.

Brenda spent the entire evening holding on to Richard, determined to 
'punish' him for what he'd put her through, however unintentionally.  
She was sitting in his lap, positioned so that she could rub his cock 
with her ass or thigh without anyone noticing.  Every time he shifted 
position to get some relief for his almost painful erection, Brenda 
wriggled around to 'get comfortable' and get a better position over 
his cock.  What made it worse for Richard, she was also making sneak 
attacks with her lips whenever he wasn't looking.  She seemed to be 
mainly targeting his ears and throat, but anything within reach was 
apparently fair game.  He didn't know if it was supposed to be heaven 
or hell, but he certainly wasn't going to complain!

Caitlin did see what Brenda was doing to her brother, and almost felt 
sorry for him.  She could just about feel the waves of 
pleasure/frustration surrounding him.  "Well," she thought, "it's his 
choice, so he'll just have to live with the consequences."  The 
problem was, watching them was getting her hotter and hotter.  Her 
panties were already soaked through, and her nipples were so hard they 
almost hurt.  Of course, a lot of that was Vicky's fault.

Vicky spent most of the evening playing around, joining in the 
conversation when it seemed interesting, and climbing onto various 
laps looking for hugs and kisses.  Her mother thought that was only 
natural, since her usual playmate, Brenda, had a new toy to play with 
and wasn't going to share with her sister.  It did seem a little funny 
though - as it got later, Vicky was climbing up into Caitlin's lap 
more and more often, and staying there for longer periods of time.  
She made a mental note to find out what that was all about later.

It took a while, but Caitlin finally figured out what was happening to 
her.  That little minx Vicky was doing to her exactly what Brenda was 
doing to Richard.  Every time Vicky climbed into Caitlin's lap, she 
would 'accidentally' slide a leg or a thigh against Caitlin's crotch, or 
her hand would touch Caitlin's nipple and caress her breast while 
seeming to just reach around for a hug.  The entire situation just 
seemed unreal to Caitlin, almost like a dream.

Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda.  She'd had 
enough wine, and didn't want to get light-headed.  Will followed her, 
leaving the others alone for a few minutes.

Grabbing his wife, giving her a hug and a kiss, he whispered in her 
ear.  "Quite the pair of young lovers we've raised, aren't they?"

"Yes, they sure look like they're having f ... Huh?  Run that by me 
again?"

"Our kids are quite the pair of young lovers.  I think that's what I 
said."

"What are you talking about?  Brenda's in there with Richard, and 
unless you're referring to him as a son already, I haven't the 
slightest idea what you mean."

"I was talking about our daughters.  Brenda's going after Richard with 
a vengeance, and Vicky's got Caitlin so worked up she doesn't know if 
she's coming or going.  I thought you'd notice.  She's certainly not 
been hiding it much."

"What are you talking about?  Since when is Vicky interested in sex?
What the hell is she doing out there?"  Will's face went from happy to 
mildly puzzled, paused at a few other expressions, and finally settled 
on worried and upset.

"You mean Vicky's never told you?"

"Told me what?"  Mary was looking upset, her voice getting a little 
higher and more strident, but still trying to keep the volume down to 
a whisper.

"Better have a seat, Mary.  I think *we* will have a long talk with 
Vicky about this soon.  In the meantime, I'd better fill you in on a 
few details you've missed about our daughter's private life."

"I don't know how to put this, so I'll just be blunt.  Vicky is both 
sexually active and experienced.  At least with women."

Mary sat there and stared at her husband.  With the other surprises 
she'd had in the last two days, absorbing a bombshell like that was 
going to take some time.

"Vicky told me you knew all about what happened.  Apparently she lied
to me."

"You mean to tell me that my innocent little baby has already had 
sex?  Will, she's only eleven!  And I *know* she's still a virgin!  
How the hell could you let something like that go on and not even tell 
me about it!"

"Mary, I didn't just 'let it go on'.  I found out almost by accident,
sometime after the fact, a couple of months ago.  I found Vicky 
crying in her room, and she told me everything.  She said she'd 
already talked to you, and since Brenda walked in and heard the story 
too, she knew as well.  I thought it a bit odd that you hadn't said 
anything to me, but Vicky said she'd talked to you already.  She also 
said that she was trying to get over her lost lover, and it would be 
easier if nobody talked about it around her."

Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself before continuing.
"Okay, so tell me now.  What happened."

"Are you going to settle down a bit first?"   He handed her a glass, 
and she sipped on it, not noticing the contents.

"Like I said.  Vicky is an experienced lover, at least when it comes
to other women.  Her first partner and teacher was a teenager, and 
Vicky was fond of her, nothing more.  The second one, though, Vicky 
loved.  And was loved in return.  The girl was a year older and more 
experienced.  She moved away a few months ago, shortly before Vicky 
talked with me, and our daughter had been heartbroken ever since."

"I haven't seen Vicky look at anyone else since she told me, male or 
female, until tonight.  I don't know why, but Vicky seems to have 
something going for Caitlin."

"I wish I'd known.  My baby, hurting, needing me, and I didn't know."

"Dear, you know now.  Sitting out there with Caitlin, she looks 
happier than I've seen her in a long time.  That's why I've been 
letting it go.  I wanted to see if Caitlin could or would respond, 
because I think Vicky needs someone, at least for a while.  When you 
didn't say anything, I believed you were thinking along the same 
lines.  I'm sorry.  I didn't realize."

"God, this is so sudden.  I don't know what to say."

"I think you should sleep on it.  You're having trouble thinking 
clearly right now, and doing the wrong thing could hurt Vicky or 
Brenda.  Caitlin is Richard's sister, and if she's anything like him, 
I don't think she'd do anything to hurt Vicky.  If they do hit it off, 
I'm willing to let it go for at least one night before we decide on 
what to do."

"It feels like I've just lost my baby.  It hurts."

"I know, I know."  He wraps her up in his arms.  "They're both too 
young to be lost to us already, but it's happening.  Fighting against 
it would only make things worse for all of us.  You know that.  You 
still remember what it was like when you took me."

"I know.  It's just so sudden."

"Look, you'll just have to trust my judgment for a change.  We'll 
talk about it some more in the morning, when we're both sober.  I just 
hope I'm as good a judge as you on this one.  I'd really hate to see 
Vicky hurt by this."

"Now, I'm going back to our guests.  You sit her for a while and 
compose yourself.  If you need to talk, just come get me."  Will 
walked back into the living room, leaving Mary to sort out her 
feelings.

She came out a short while later, smiled rather thinly at her husband,
and sat beside him.  She gradually regained her composure.  The three
girls and Richard never noticed a thing.


Eventually, the evening wore itself out.

"All right girls, it's ten thirty, time for bed," Mary said, breaking 
away from the conversation.  "It's getting late, and it looks like our 
guests need to head home and get some sleep."

Vicky's response was typical - "Aw mom, do I hafta?  It's just getting 
fun now!"

Brenda gave Richard a quick smooch and ran over to whisper in her 
mother's ear.  "Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight?  Please!  
I've got him so worked up, I think he's about to explode, and if I 
don't get some relief, I might explode too!  Please, please, pretty 
please!"

Whispering back into her daughters ear, Mary was almost laughing.  
"I can see what you mean!  The poor dear looks sooo uncomfortable, 
trying to hide that bulge in his pants.  If you can get your father to 
agree, then yes."

Climbing into her father's lap, Brenda gave him a quick hug, and 
whispered into his ear for a few seconds.  A look of surprise slowly 
worked it's way over his face, and he looked at his wife, one eyebrow 
raised, silently questioning her.  She nodded, giving him a little 
smile.  Will whispered back in his daughter's ear.  "Ok honey, but go 
get a bag packed quick.  We're sending Richard and Caitlin home in a 
few minutes."

"Thanks dad."  With that, Brenda almost flew up the stairs, only 
slowing long enough to sideswipe Richard's cheek with another kiss on 
the way by.

Vicky started in on her round of goodnight hugs and kisses, wondering 
what her sister was up to.  Just as she got to Caitlin, Brenda was 
back downstairs, with her bag, all set and ready to go.

Richard saw her, and nearly choked.  "Where are you heading out to, 
Brenda?"   He thought he knew the answer, but was feeling very nervous 
about that possibility.

"Mom and Dad said I could stay over at your place tonight."

"Do I get a choice in this?" he asked, still feeling a little 
stunned.

Mary answered him almost immediately.  "Of course you have a choice.
All you have to do is say no."

Richard looked at Mary, then looked at Brenda, staring deep into her 
soft green eyes.  "I don't think 'no' is a word I can use right now."

Vicky looked around at her parents, Richard, Brenda, and then looked 
into Caitlin's eyes for a second.  Caitlin, looking back, thought she 
saw something in there, just for a second, and then it disappeared.

"Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight too?  Please?"

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea, not tonight anyway."

"Aw, I don't think its fair.  Brenda gets to go out and have fun and I 
hafta stay home."

"Fair or not, I don't think Richard and Brenda would really enjoy 
company tonight," her mother replied.

Caitlin heard herself speak up, as if in a dream, not really in 
control of what she was doing, almost watching it from the outside.  
"It's okay if Vicky comes over.  I'll look after her.  Richard and 
Brenda wouldn't be alone in the house anyway, because I'll be there.  
Besides, I don't think they'd even notice."

Richard and Brenda at that moment were deeply involved in a kiss, and 
hadn't heard anything for a few minutes.

Mary took a good look at Caitlin, noticing the flush around the neck 
and ears, the erect nipples, and the way she was almost squirming in 
her chair.  Caitlin was obviously very much aroused.  She almost said 
no, before taking a good look at Vicky.

Vicky's eyes were almost pleading with her mother to say yes.  Her 
eyes were bright and filled with a passion her mother didn't 
recognize.  Her cheeks were somewhat flushed, as was the skin around 
the neckline of her blouse.   For the first time, Mary saw that 
Vicky's small nipples were erect, trying to poke out through her 
blouse.  Even her breathing was a little heavier and more erratic than 
it should have been.  Mary felt a little light headed, still hardly 
believing the thought that her youngest daughter wanted, almost 
needed, to hop into the sack with a nearly-grown woman.

Will broke into Mary's thoughts.  "Dear, could I see you in the 
kitchen for a minute?"  Taking her hand, he led her into the other 
room and closed the door.

"I really think we should let Vicky go.  She needs someone right now,
and Caitlin seems to be available and willing."

Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, she had to
trust him, and could only nod and agree.

Walking back out into the living room, Mary saw that Richard was 
sitting in one chair with Brenda in his lap, and Caitlin was sitting 
in another chair with Vicky in her lap.  She just caught a look and 
wink pass between Brenda and Vicky, something she would probably have 
ignored before.  It was almost like there were conspiracies going on 
around her that she knew nothing about.  "Yes," she said to herself, 
"a long talk with Will, a longer one with Vicky, and maybe even 
another chat with Brenda will be in order for tomorrow."

Behind her, she heard her husband's voice.

"Okay, Vicky, if both Caitlin and Richard agree, you can stay over at 
their place tonight too.  But it's up to them first.  Caitlin?"

Caitlin could only nod.  She didn't trust her voice.  Sitting on 
Caitlin's lap, Vicky had one leg curled up underneath her, looking 
like the sweet innocent child of eleven she was supposed to be.  The 
foot at the end of that leg was pressing heavily into Caitlin's 
crotch, and her toes were doing wonderful things down there.  Nobody 
else noticed a thing.

"Vicky's coming over to stay the night too?"  That was the first 
Richard had heard of it.  His mind had been elsewhere a short while 
ago.

"Well, only if you agree to it.  Caitlin's already said that she'd 
take care of Vicky while she's over there, we've both said okay, so 
now it's up to you."  Will looked steadily into Richard's eyes as he 
said this.

Richard looked over at where Caitlin and Vicky were sitting.  
Remembering what his sister had confessed to earlier in the day, he 
looked at the two of them very carefully.  Both were staring at him.  
They each had the same flushed skin, the same eager/hungry look in 
their eyes, and both were very much aroused.  Richard looked Caitlin 
directly in the eye and asked "Are you okay with this, Sis?"  Her eyes
told him everything he needed to know, but she nodded yes anyway.

"Well, if nobody else has any objections to it, I certainly can't say 
no."

Vicky jumped up with a squeal of delight, ran over to Richard and gave 
him a big hug and kiss.  She then ran upstairs to pack her overnight 
bag.

When Vicky jumped up, Caitlin gave out an involuntary gasp, followed 
by an almost inaudible moan.  She let her breath out slowly and tried 
to control her breathing.  Nobody had ever had that kind of effect on 
her before in her life, except maybe Angie.  She didn't know what was 
happening, or if she'd wake up from her dream soon, but to her, it 
felt wonderful.  She knew she'd probably feel as guilty as hell 
the next morning, but that was a long way away.  Looking at Brenda, 
and watching her with Richard had turned her on a little, but it was 
Vicky's touches, her hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had inflamed 
her passions.  The back of her dress and the seat cushion were damp, 
her panties long since soaked through.  She still felt Vicky's toes 
tickling and caressing her pussy.

Skimming back down the stairs, seemingly only gone for seconds, Vicky 
was ready to go.  Running to her mom, she gave and received a big hug 
and smooch.  Breaking that off quickly, she turned to her dad and 
jumped up into his arms, giving him a big hug around the neck.  He 
heard her whisper 'thanks, Dad'.  He just hugged her a little tighter 
in response.

After goodbyes had been said all the way around, Richard, Caitlin, 
Brenda and Vicky were all headed to Richard's place.  Brenda and Vicky 
ran ahead and waited impatiently on the porch for the older two to 
catch up.

Richard whispered into his sister's ear.  "Well Sis, what do think 
we've let ourselves in for?"

Her answer came back, voice thick with emotion.  "I don't know.  
Tonight, I'm not going to worry about it.  Tomorrow will be here soon 
enough."


Will and Mary watched them from their doorway.  After everyone had
disappeared from sight, Will collected his wife in his arms and gave 
her a long, soft, loving kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Mary broke away a bit from his arms 
and pulled him into the house.  "Do you think we're doing the right 
thing?"

"I certainly hope so.  Although, the way things went, there wasn't 
much else we could do, was there?"

"True, true.  It's almost like the two of them had this whole thing 
planned out ahead of time.  I think we'd better have a loooong talk 
about Vicky first thing in the morning."  After a playful pinch from 
her hubby, she amended her statement.  "Well, maybe second or third 
thing in the morning."  He followed her up the stairs.


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When Richard and Caitlin finally got to the porch, they found the two 
girls, Brenda and Vicky, whispering and laughing quietly to each 
other, stopping only when the two of them were within hearing range.  
After he opened the door, he motioned for the three ladies to precede 
him.

Brenda yelled out "I get the bathroom first!"

"Not if I get there before you!" squealed Vicky.

Brenda, with a head start, made it into the downstairs bathroom before 
her sister, and closed the door.  Vicky immediately turned and ran up 
the stairs, heading for the other, smaller one.

Caitlin went upstairs to the room her brother said would be hers while 
she was living with him, and he started gathering up some pillows, 
sheets, and a blanket and comforter for her to use.  He wondered if 
he needed to worry about finding some for Vicky as well.

He had given Caitlin the spare bedroom, the one in the front of the 
house overlooking the road.  It wasn't all that large, but it had a 
nice walk-in closet and a huge bay window, big enough to curl up in.  
There was a double bed, which had been stripped to a single sheet, a 
high-boy, dressing table and chair, and a small shelving unit beside 
the headboard with a reading lamp attached to it.  Her trunk and 
suitcases occupied most of the rest of the floor space.

The walls were the standard pale eggshell, the floor a nice deep 
hardwood, and a throw-rug lay beside the bed.  She'd decided earlier 
in the day that the curtains were ugly and had to go.

Richard and her were just finishing making up the bed when Vicky came 
into the room, wearing her nightie.  She immediately dropped her bag, 
jumped onto the bed, and burrowed under the covers.  "Well, that 
answers that question," thought Richard to himself.

"Okay, Sis.  Can you think of anything else you need?  If not, I'll 
see you in the morning."

"No, I think I know pretty much where everything is now.  Good night."

"'Night, Sis.  You too, Vicky."

"Good night Richard.  Don't let my sister keep you up too late."  He 
was definitely having a hard time adjusting, because he actually 
blushed when she said that.  Of course, he didn't expect those types 
of comments from an eleven year old girl.

Richard headed off to his room, not knowing what to expect when he got 
there.


Caitlin shut the door after he left, then turned and looked at Vicky.  
The walk home and the work of getting the bed ready had helped to cool 
her down.  She was starting to think clearly again, and really didn't 
know if she wanted to go through with what had seemed almost 
inevitable.  Guilt about what she was thinking of doing made her 
remember what had happened before, the reason why she was at her 
brother's place and not at home.  Her mind ran through everything 
she'd done and thought during that awful night not too long ago, and 
then through all the blame and accusations that followed.  Guilt and 
pain started to flood back into her.  Sorting through her things to 
pick out what she would wear let her put off a decision for a little 
longer.  A voice behind her broke her out of her thoughts.

Vicky felt the change in mood, saw the pain and hesitation running 
through Caitlin's face, and knew the burning desire Caitlin had had 
for her earlier was gone.

"Please come to bed.  Even if all you want to do is cuddle, that's 
okay.  I need someone to hold on to tonight."

That was enough.  The shame and guilt she'd been suppressing came back 
in  one big rush.  She started to cry, silently sobbing to herself, as 
she undressed for bed.  Vicky saw, but didn't understand why all the 
tears.  She just waited for Caitlin to crawl into bed, then snuggled 
up to her and gave her a kiss.  All Caitlin could do was cry quietly 
and hang onto that soft, warm person beside her.  Some time later, she 
was asleep.


Richard made a stop in the bathroom before heading off to his 
bedroom.  He picked up the strange (at least in his place) scent of 
perfume and body powder.  It looked to him like he was going to have 
to get used to that smell again.  He smiled at the thought.

Walking into his bedroom, he turned on the light, and saw Brenda, 
already in bed and under the covers.  She blinked a bit at the sudden 
brightness.

"Hello, handsome.  Where have you been hiding?"

He smiled back at her.  "Business before pleasure.  I had other
houseguests to attend to first."

"Well, I certainly hope you didn't attend to them like I hope you'll 
be attending to me, handsome, or I just might get jealous."

"No, I think I would have been in the way over there."

"Good.  Now hurry up and get in here.  I'm getting lonely already."

Richard got undressed slowly, deliberately taking his time, knowing 
that Brenda was watching him very carefully.  He undid the buttons on 
his shirt, taking his time, then demurely turned his back to her while 
letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms.  He 
carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge 
of the bed to remove his shoes and socks.

A hand started tickling his back, slowly running up and down along 
his spine.  A second hand snaked in under his arm and started to 
slide over his stomach and chest.  He leaned back slightly, felt 
something soft and warm, and heard a small sigh of contentment.

"I thought I was supposed to be getting undressed."

There was suddenly a tickling feeling on one side of his neck.  She 
was nibbling him with her lips.  He squirmed as the sensation ran up 
and down his spine, then swerved to run down his arms, making them 
feel tingly, and making it much harder to undo his laces.

"Yes, you're supposed to be getting undressed.  You're just taking too 
damn long.  Maybe you need help."  With that, the hand that had been 
playing with his chest slid down to the top of his pants and started 
playing with the fastener and zipper, teasing rather than trying to 
actually do anything.  The nibbling moved to the other side of his 
neck.

"This is going to take a lot longer if you keep helping me, you know."

The nibbling moved a little farther onto his shoulder, and the hand 
that had been tickling his back slid around and started tickling his 
chest.  "Maybe you'd better concentrate on what you're doing, then."  
The nibbling moved back to his neck, then up to an ear.  "Hurry up, I 
don't want to wait for you all night."

With a groan, Richard pulled himself up off the bed.  He heard a 
disappointed whine behind him as well.  Quickly shedding himself of 
shoes, socks and pants, he stood there in his boxers, the front 
tenting out, letting her have another good look.

"Come on, take those things off too so I can get a good look."  He did 
as she requested, baring his member, which was stiff and pointing 
straight out.  "Good.  Now turn up the heat and get over here before I 
change my mind."

"Turn up the heat?"

"Yeah, I got cold last night.  Turn it way, way up.  We're gonna 
cook!"

Robert obediently went over and turned up the thermostat to 90 
degrees, figuring that would be more than enough for a sauna.  When he 
finally headed for the bed, she threw back the covers to let him in.

Once again he stopped, just to stare at that beauty before him.  She 
was completely naked, showing him everything that she had to offer, 
from her small but nicely shaped breasts, to the shaved pussy, 
half-hidden between her thighs.  It was the body of a beautiful young 
lady, well on the way to maturity, and she was offering it to him.  He 
slid in beside her.

"Finally," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and 
pressed the full length of her body against him.  Her lips found his, 
and pressed into him with the full force of her desire.  He responded, 
kissing her back with equal fervor, slipping his tongue into her 
mouth, sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the back 
of her neck and down her shoulders, moving the other hand down her 
side to her hip, then behind her to fondle her cheeks and pull her 
closer to him.

They lay like that for several minutes, tongues twisting and sliding 
around each other, tasting each other, each sharing the other's breath 
and warmth.

Richard slowly slid his hand below her nether cheeks, down between her 
thighs, and started to gently run his fingers up and down her crack.
Eventually Brenda moaned, leaning back and breaking contact with him.

She looked down between them, reaching for his prick, and then 
giggled.  "Richard, you've been leaking."  She twirled her finger on a 
wet patch on her stomach, then on a matching spot on his stomach, 
right where the head of his cock was sitting when it was trapped 
between them.  Bringing her finger up to her mouth, she slowly licked 
it clean.  "Mmmm ... tasty.  Do you think there's any more where that 
came from?"  She reached down between them, looking for the source.

His entire body jumped when he felt her touching the head of his cock.
His breath was already a little ragged.  "I'm sure there'll be some 
left in there for you."

She pushed him over onto his back and climbed in between his legs,
curling up and making herself comfortable.  He lay back, putting a 
pillow behind his head so he could see what she was doing.  She took 
hold of his dick, holding it lightly with one hand, and started to 
slowly stroke it up and down.  Some more pre-cum collected at the tip, 
and he shuddered with pleasure when she licked it off with the tip of 
her tongue.  "Mmmmm"

Her tongue started working on him, licking around the head of his 
cock, sliding along on its sensitive underside, then heading back to 
the tip to see if any more goodies showed up.

Leaning back slightly, she began to fondle and examine his balls, not 
stopping her slow stroking of his stiff member.

"What's it like when a guy climaxes?  Is that the right name for it?  
I've heard some older girls say that it's totally gross and 
disgusting, and a few others that say they kinda like it."

It was sometimes hard for him to remember that she was a very young 
and inexperienced girl, especially after the expert tongue lashing 
she'd just given him.

"Do you remember the orgasm you had last night?"

She just melted down a little and purred.

"It's a lot like that for a guy too.  Sometimes the orgasms are 
intense, sometimes not much more than a brief glow.  The big 
difference is that guys ejaculate semen when they orgasm.  Sometimes a 
lot comes out, sometimes only a little comes out.  That's what carries 
the sperm from inside the guy to inside the woman.  It's called 
climaxing, or cumming, same as for a woman, or sometimes ejaculating.

"What does semen look like?"

"Usually it's quite thick, almost creamy, with a milky look to it.  If 
a guy's been hard-up for a while, it may have a yellowish tinge, or 
if he's been cumming a lot it may get thinner and more watery."

Her hands had been at work on his balls and his prick throughout the 
conversation, making it hard for him to concentrate on his answers.
Between her efforts the previous night and her torture of him  
earlier that evening, he knew that he wouldn't last very long, maybe 
only a few minutes.  He moaned.  "If you keep that up, you're going to 
get a close up and personal view of a guy cumming."

"Ooooo.  You mean if I keep doing this with my hands I'll get to see 
the real thing?"

"Maybe.  It feels wonderful, but it may not be enough."

"What if I put my tongue into it, would that help?"  Matching action 
to words, she started a wild assault on his cock with her whole 
tongue, licking the entire shaft from groin to top, circling around 
the head, then heading down the shaft again.  Every once in a while, 
she put his prick in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down for a 
few strokes, only to take it out again and run her lips up and down 
his glistening member.

"Is that better?"

"Urgh,  ahhhh,  yessss.  Keep it up, please."  His cock was rock 
hard, his balls almost aching for release.  They were jerking up and 
down in Brenda's hand as she fondled them.  He could feel the 
sensations that were coming from her hands and mouth working deeper 
and deeper into his groin.  He was close.  His head was pushed back, 
eyes half open, thighs stiffening then relaxing, hands grasping at the 
bed, looking for something better to hold onto.  "God, I'm almost 
there.  If you want it, keep going!"

Brenda picked up her pace.  Releasing his balls, she used two hands to 
stroke his swollen penis, licking and sucking on the head and shaft, 
moving so fast her hands seemed to blur.  She was amazed at how much 
thicker and heavier it got, and how much the head grew, when he was 
that close to cumming.

He could feel it building, deep inside him, the pressure growing to a 
point where he knew he couldn't stop it.

"Here it comes, I'm gonna do it now.  Just keep stroking till I'm 
finished!  Please!"

Brenda pulled her head back and just stared at the head of his cock, 
eyes wide, waiting for it.  She kept on stroking with both hands as 
fast as she could, and suddenly it happened.

Thick spurts of white cum started jetting out of the tip of his cock, 
shooting into the air and landing all over his stomach and chest.  She 
watched with awe, amazed at all the stuff that was coming out and how 
far it was flying.  One of the older girls had told her that guys 
stuff shot out and went everywhere, but she never imagined it would be 
like that.

She kept pumping until nothing else came out, not even the little oozy 
bits at the end.  Richard asked her to stop.  "Please, let me rest for 
a minute."  He was breathing hard, sweat covering his entire body.  
The heat in the room felt almost stifling to his heaving lungs.

As he recovered, he looked down to see what she was doing.  One hand 
was holding his now-deflating prick, the other was doing slow twirls 
in the small puddles of cum on his stomach.  Every once in a while, 
that hand would move to her mouth and she'd lick off the cum from her 
fingertips, then it would go back to another puddle and start swirling 
again.

"That was wonderful.  Thank you."  His orgasm, after all the tension 
of the past few days, along with all the sexual teasing he'd had to 
endure, had been intense.  He felt incredibly relaxed and mellow.

"You're welcome.  So that's what a guy does when he comes.  Is it 
always this messy?"

Richard, still breathing heavily, used one finger to play in the same 
puddle her fingers were in.  Then he lifted his finger and held it in 
front of her mouth.  She looked at it like a bird looking at a worm, 
head moving from one side to the other, staring down her nose, eyes 
crossed.  Then her mouth opened and engulfed his finger, sucking and 
licking on it until it was clean.

"No, usually it's not this messy.  When a guy comes inside a girl, all 
the semen is concentrated into a small area, in her vagina.  It 
doesn't jet out like it did here.  The same thing if he comes in her 
mouth.  Even when it's done like this, a guy might have a towel or rag 
or some tissue to squirt it onto, to keep from making a mess."

"Guys really come in girls mouths?  That sounds kinda gross."

"It's not much different than what you're doing, licking it off your 
fingers.  It's just that there would be more of it, and the taste 
would seem much stronger.  By the way, how does it taste?"

"Well, sorta salty-sour, and maybe a bit bitter.  Not that bad in 
little bits, but I'm not sure I'd want to try a mouthful."

"I don't blame you."  Swirling his finger in a puddle, he stuck it in 
his own mouth and sucked it clean.  "No, it doesn't taste too good.  
But, I guess in the passion of the moment, the taste would probably be 
ignored."

Brenda started to slide up Richard's body, lubricating her breasts and 
stomach with his semen and their combined sweat.  The heat in the room 
was intense.  She stopped when her lips were almost touching his.  
Using a finger to scrape some of the liquid from his chest, she held 
it between their mouths, hers opening first, and him following her 
lead.  She put her finger into his mouth, then sealed their mouths 
together with her lips, sliding her tongue in to lick at his lips and 
teeth, and at her finger.

His tongue followed hers, touching and teasing, licking on her finger, 
then darting into her mouth for a quick run around the inside of her 
lips.  They could both taste the salt/sour taste of his semen, along 
with the stronger salt taste of their sweat.

Breaking the kiss, Brenda nuzzled her head into his shoulder.  "No, it 
doesn't taste nearly as bad when you share it."  She started to move
around on his body, sliding her breasts back and forth and wiggling 
her hips.  Then she parted her legs, straddling his waist, and started 
a slow rocking motion.  His prick was still oozing slightly, and it 
was positioned right below her pussy.  That was quickly bringing it 
back to life.

"Better not do that, Tinkerbell.  Didn't your mommy tell you how 
babies are made?"

"Hmmm, maybe.  I think it went something like this."  She scooped up a 
big dollop of cum on her finger and proceeded to rub it into the crack 
of her pussy.  "Am I close?"  She looked at him, smiling her innocent 
little girl smile.

Richard groaned.  She'd moved too fast, and it was done before he 
realized what she was up to.  "I don't think you should have done 
that, Brenda."

"Why not? I want to have babies too, you know."

He just lay there with a pained expression on his face, eyes closed, 
picturing what was going to happen.

"I just think I'm a little too young to have them right now."

Opening one eye, he just looked at her.

"Don't worry!  Mom's had me on birth control pills since I went out on 
my first date.  She said that she trusts me, but doesn't necessarily 
trust all the boys I might go out with.  She'd rather I was protected 
in case something happened than leave me unprotected and make a 
possible bad situation much worse.  So I'm safe."

Saying that, she pushed down on his shoulders, lifted herself up, and 
started to grind her pussy down on the length of his cock.  His hands 
automatically went up and started to squeeze and caress her breasts, 
teasing her nipples with his thumbs.  That was sending small shocks 
from her breasts to her groin, intensifying the wonderful feelings she 
was getting by rubbing against his cock.  Small whimpers and moans 
started to come out of her mouth.  "Please, do me again."  Her 
breathing was getting heavier and more erratic.

"Do what?"  He looked at her blankly, only a hint of a smile betraying 
him.

"You know, do me, like yesterday!"  She was definitely getting there, 
breathing in short gasps, moans and whimpers escaping regularly.  
"I've been waiting for it all day!  Please!

Her pussy felt like it was on fire.  She'd been anticipating this 
since she woke up that morning, feeling it build up deep inside, her 
clit twitching in time with her heartbeat, even when she was beating 
off Richard.  Now she desperately craved a release, needing to cum so 
bad, and she knew that doing herself off like that, exciting as it 
felt, wasn't going to be enough.

"Come on, please!  I neeeed it now!!  EAT ME!  SUCK MY PUSSY!  Stick 
that tongue inside me NOW!   PLEEAAASE!"  She was pleading, almost 
screaming for release, and it wouldn't come without his help.

Richard grabbed her waist and rolled over onto her.  He was on top of 
her, with his newly hardened prick resting along her virgin pussy.  
Her hips were thrusting by themselves, rubbing along his cock, trying 
to get something into her pussy.

He steeled himself, and slid down until his mouth was above her 
crotch.  He didn't want to take her cherry that way, not in a moment's 
passion.  She trusted him too much for him to do that to her.  He 
wanted to do it when he was sure it was what he and she both desired, 
when they both knew what was happening.  The way things were going, 
that would be soon.

Her thrusting hips, and the hands trying to pull his head inside her, 
made him soon forget about that.  He set to work with his lips, 
tongue, and fingers, knowing she needed to get off as soon as 
possible.  She was frantic, her hips were bucking like crazy, moans, 
cries, and whimpers coming out of her mouth along with unintelligible 
shouts and words.

He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, swirled it 
around, gathered her juices and flavors, then licked up through her 
crack, right over top of her clit.  That sent a shock through her 
body, and she arched and jumped in response.  Clamping his mouth over 
her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along the 
skin all around it, then flicking the its tip.  She was starting to 
shudder, her release was close.

Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he slid it into 
her crack, moving it forward and back a few times.  Her whole body 
started to bounce up and down.  Then he eased it into her hole, 
sliding it in and out with a fast rhythm, occasionally pushing in far 
enough to touch her virginity.

Her vaginal walls started to spasm, grabbing and releasing his finger 
as her climax hit.  She gave out a long moan, arching her body to try 
and get more contact on her clit.  Her hips were gyrating wildly, so 
he had to work hard to keep his mouth and finger in position and 
moving.  She stopped spasming and collapsed, shudders wracking her 
body, as her climax worked its way through.  Richard slowly eased up, 
reducing the stimulation as the shockwaves died down.  Eventually, he 
and the orgasm both stopped.

Brenda just lay there, breathing heavily, eyes fluttering.  She was 
awake, but too wrung out to move or speak.  Richard got up, turned the 
heat back down, turned off the light, opened the window a crack, then 
climbed back into bed.  Pulling Brenda into him, he cradled her head 
in his arm and kissed her lightly on the lips.  Cuddling her sweat and 
semen covered body to his, he covered them both up, ready for sleep.  
The only thing he heard her say was 'wow'.


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<< End of chapter 4>>

Next chapter - wet dreams, a *great* morning, breakfast, 
               Caitlin talks to Vicky

(Well, was that better?  There's some more in the next chapter.  Be 
warned though, there's more story in it too.  You can't have 
everything.  There was a lot of teasing going on though, wasn't 
there.  I enjoyed it.  I still wonder how Vicky got the way she is.  
After all, there aren't very many eleven year old girls capable of 
seducing a seventeen year old woman.)



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