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Brenda's Conquest - 8 (Mf, ff)
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
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Chapter 8 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law
in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much
fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your
computer.
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 - More peeking, the pact, a quiet talk, a nightmare,
a noisy dinner, and a long talk.
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When Richard got to the top of the stairs, it was quiet. Caitlin's
door was still open a bit. Trying to fight against this urge, he
ended up tiptoeing over and looking through into his sister's bedroom
anyway. He knew better, he knew it was wrong, but, for now, he
couldn't help himself.
The two girls were in almost the same position he saw them in before.
Caitlin had moved down on the bed a bit and was resting her head on
Vicky's shoulder. He could now see Vicky's face and her pussy. Both
girls seemed to be asleep, breathing slowly and steadily. Richard
froze, then stepped back from the door as Caitlin shifted a bit. Her
right leg moved a little lower on Vicky's thigh, and her left leg
moved farther left, exposing even more of her virgin snatch to
Richard. Her right hand moved down to Vicky's naked pussy, cupping it,
hiding it from his sight - not doing anything, just looking like it
belonged there.
When neither girl moved again, Richard stepped forward to take another
good look. His cock was filling out again, staring at these two
illicit bodies, the danger and immorality of what he was doing adding
to the thrill. After he'd stared for a few more minutes, trying to
memorize every curve, nook, and fold of Caitlin's ass and crotch, he
turned and walked into his room to change.
"Okay Caty, he's gone now." Vicky whispered.
"You sure?"
"Yep. He got a real good look at us too."
"God, I feel so embarrassed! I showed off everything to my brother!"
"Yep. I becha you'll do it some more, too."
"Oh God, child, what are you doing to me? I feel so depraved!"
"It's a thrill, isn't it?"
"Yes! And you're gonna make me do it again, aren't you."
"Uh huh. Over and over and over."
"Oooh, I'm blushing again! I don't know what you're doing to me, but
I'm not the same person I was three days ago. You're corrupting me!"
"Yeah. Don't it feel good though? Now shush, don't move. I think I
hear footsteps."
"Oh god!"
Several minutes later Vicky spoke in a very quiet whisper "He's
baaaaack."
Richard was just finishing up dressing when Brenda came in.
She dropped her towel and dragged him down for a long, passionate
kiss.
"Mmmm. You taste good after you shower. Need help gettin' dinner
ready?"
"Probably not. Why?"
"I'm gonna go visit Vicky and Caty. Call if you need me."
"I think they're asleep. I haven't heard anything from them since I
came upstairs."
"That's okay. I'll wake 'em up."
Richard went out the door, intending to go straight downstairs.
Somehow, he just couldn't resist another peek. The two of them were
in the same position, giving Richard lots to look at. He stared for a
minute or so, still not quite believing how beautiful his sister
looked. Finally, he went downstairs.
Brenda got dressed quickly, then waited a minute just to be safe. She
opened the door and, not spotting Richard, went straight into
Caitlin's room. Seeing them lying on the bed, almost completely
exposed, was a small thrill in itself. They really did look like they
were sleeping.
In a loud whisper, Brenda said "Okay you two, you can knock it off
now. He's downstairs making supper."
Caitlin and Vicky rolled over, Vicky behind Caitlin, slipping an arm
around her waist and kissing her on the neck.
"If he saw what I just did, he got a real eyeful. Well, did he?"
Vicky grinned. "Twice."
Caitlin blushed furiously. "This is really embarrassing. I don't
think I can look at him now without blushing."
Vicky whispered in her ear. "Just remember what he looked like, lying
there, sweat pouring off him, his cock buried deep in my sister's
throat. That'll settle you down. You'll be too hot to be
embarrassed."
"I hope so. Though I'll probably be hot and embarrassed."
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Dinner was a bit subdued. Richard and Brenda were both tired out, as
were Caitlin and Vicky. Most of the conversation took place between
Mary and Will. Caitlin kept blushing at the strangest times.
Everyone enjoyed the steaks, salads, baked potatoes and rolls. When
dinner was done, they all retired to the living room, the adults (and
Caitlin) sipping on beer and wine, and the girls drinking sodas.
The rules they'd finally agreed to were simple:
- Nobody outside of this room was to know about either relationship.
- No making out anywhere where they could be found out.
- This was not to interfere with anyone's school work or homework.
- All three girls were to maintain a normal social life away from home.
- The girls' current curfews were to be strictly maintained, unless
over at Richard's, and they were to sleep alone on school nights.
If anything else came up, they'd have another meeting to discuss it.
Everyone was tired, except Mary and Will, so they closed down early.
Vicky had a long, whispered conversation with Caitlin, during which
both blushed several times. Finally their guests went home, leaving
Richard and Caitlin alone. They stayed in the living room, staring
out the window at the moonlit ocean, saying nothing for the longest
time.
"Rich, do you think what we're doing is wrong?"
They stared out at the moonlit ocean, saying nothing for a while.
"I don't think I had much choice, wrong or not. I'm in love with
Brenda, and she made me realize it. I don't know if what Brenda feels
is love or not, but she and her mother both think it is. I'm now hers
for as long as she wants me."
They stared out at the moonlit ocean, saying nothing for a while.
"I don't know what it is between me and Vicky. There is a spark, but
it's not love. Maybe we both just need someone really really bad. I
don't think I'm hurting her or corrupting her, because she's the one
taking the lead. It's been her pushing me up 'till now. I feel a bit
confused."
"You're going to have some time alone now to think this through, with
Vicky being grounded. You'll have to decide for yourself whether or
not to continue. I certainly can't preach to you on moral grounds."
"I know. I'll have to make up my mind about what I want to do now.
First Angie, now this. My life has become complicated."
They stared out at the moonlit ocean, saying nothing for a while.
"Caty, Brenda did something that surprised me today."
She blushed a bright red, glad the room was dark and Richard was
looking out the window. She wondered if he was referring to the same
'surprise' Brenda had mentioned.
"What did she do?"
"She looked into your room while you two were, uh, well, busy."
"You mean she watched us while we were having sex."
Now they were both blushing.
"Well, yes. It was a bit shocking, and very embarrassing. I made her
give me a promise. I couldn't get her to promise not to look anymore,
but she did promise that if either of you told her to get out and stay
out, she would. Now I want you to tell her that." He was feeling
more than a little guilty about bringing this up, especially after the
thrill he'd experienced staring at them doing nothing. He knew it
wasn't right, and was determined to stop Brenda from spying on them.
And, said a small part of his mind, to stop himself as well.
They stared out at the moonlit ocean, saying nothing for a while.
"Caitlin? Well?"
"I can't promise I'll do that, Rich. Not right now. Not until I
decide whether I stay with Vicky. If we separate, I'll tell Brenda.
If we stay together, well ..."
"Well, what?"
"If we stay together, it will be Vicky's choice to keep Brenda out,
not mine."
"Caty, you're an adult. Vicky is eleven years old. What do you mean
it'll be her choice?"
"Rich, from what I gather, Brenda is still a virgin. She's learned a
lot from watching her parents, but until now has never experienced
real sex."
"Yes. And how did you know about her watching her parents?"
"Vicky told me. They don't keep secrets. Vicky's been watching too.
My point is that as far as the bedroom goes, you two are equals, but
you, Rich, control things because you're older and more experienced.
If Brenda's doing something she wants to, you let her, but you still
have control."
"That about covers it. Have you three been talking behind my back?"
"Not much, just enough to give me the clues I needed. It's not the
same with me and Vicky. I'm the beginner, the freshman, needing to be
led by the hand. Vicky is far more experienced, and is in control of
what we do in the bedroom. It's her choice. If we carry on, she'll
have control, and that frightens me."
"Caty, she's eleven years old. How much experience can she have?"
"Richard, Vicky has already lost two lovers, both girls who she cared
for. The last one was three months ago, and it left her with a big
hole in her heart. She's had most of a year of constant caring and
attention from one or the other of them, and then nothing for three
months. She is only eleven years old, but how many of your college
friends can claim to have had this much pain?"
"This ... I had no idea. It happened right under my nose and I didn't
see anything. I thought she was a sweet, innocent kid."
"She still is in many ways. And don't feel guilty about not knowing.
She managed to hide it from her parents and her sister too. Even
though she tells me they don't keep secrets."
They stared out at the moonlit ocean for a while, saying nothing.
"I guess that's part of the reason you're having such a hard time
deciding. It still doesn't tell me why you let Vicky take control."
"Richard, I didn't *let* Vicky have control. She took it away from me
right from the beginning, minutes after I walked into their place.
She decided she wanted me, and she took me. I guess it's a
personality thing. That girl is much more certain of herself than I
am. She's more daring, more experienced, and more knowledgable. It's
scary."
"Caty, you make it sound like Vicky's going to take over your life,
like she could make you do anything."
"No, it's not like that. I'm still me, and I decide what I do and
what's right for me. Vicky controls us, together, what we do and
don't do. That's part of why it's so thrilling to be with her. I'm
not in control."
"You'd better be careful then. Those two little vixens are pretty
wild. No telling what they're capable of."
"You don't have to tell me. I already know."
They stared out at the moonlit ocean for a while, saying nothing.
Eventually one, then the other, went to bed.
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It was Wednesday morning. Richard woke up, bright and early,
stretched, and went to the washroom.
Brenda had been over the night before, but they'd simply sat together
on the couch, lights out, sometimes talking, watching the sun set and
the stars come out. They shared two colas and, later, a glass of
wine. By the end of the evening he was getting used to her body
leaning against his, the feel of her waist and shoulders, her warmth,
the sound of her voice, and the faint yet distinctive smell of her.
He had to learn it all over again, now that he knew her as his lover.
It had been difficult to send her home.
With his usual morning hard-on tenting out the front of his shorts, he
decided to put on his robe. Stepping into the hall, he heard the
toilet flush and decided to wait rather than go downstairs.
Caitlin came out a few seconds later, shocking Richard. He could only
stand there and stare, jaw flapping but with no words coming out. She
was wearing a very revealing, semi-transparent negligee, with nothing
on underneath. It looked wonderful on her gorgeous body.
Reaching up and pulling his head down, she pressed her body into his,
and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She then headed off to her bedroom.
"Mornin' Rich." She closed her door before he could react. There
were tingles in his chest where her nipples had pushed in.
He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and went into the
bathroom. "No, I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to this."
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It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.
A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to make certain he
was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. She did, closing the door
behind her. At least this time she was wearing a nightshirt, short
and revealing though it was. She walked over and sat on the bed. He
could see that she'd been crying.
"I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was
horrible!"
She started crying again, quietly yet painfully. Richard sat up and
gathered her in his arms, just like he had many times before when he
still lived with their parents. It was him she came to back then,
with her tears and nightmares, rather than Mom and Dad, because he
understood her fears and her pain. Of course, she was seventeen now,
not eleven. There was a definite difference in the body he was
holding.
"Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone."
He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep.
"Time to go back to bed now, Caty."
"No, please. I don't want the nightmare to come back."
What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then
lay back with his head on his pillow. He opened his arms to her, and
she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach.
Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making
soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took him a lot
longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so
recently.
She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned
with her back to him. Mind hazy with sleep, he rolled into her and
nuzzled the back of her neck. Without conscious thought, his arm
curled over his sister's waist, hugging her closer to him. His hand
found one of her breasts and he cupped it with his palm. He drifted
back into unconsciousness.
He woke again when Caitlin started to stir. This time properly awake,
he realized the position he was in, spooned up behind his sister.
Becoming quite embarrassed by the intimate nature of his embrace, he
immediately rolled away. The arm around the waist wasn't so bad. It
was the hand holding her breast, his lips almost kissing the back of
her neck, and his usual morning hard-on tenting his shorts and
pressing into the crack of Caitlin's ass that made his face glow.
Expecting her to be upset at those intimate contacts, he was totally
unprepared for what came next. Instead of jumping from the bed and
leaving his room, she rolled over, sliding into the crook of his arm.
Resting her head on the flat of his shoulder just beside his neck, she
stretched out full length beside him, one arm wrapped around his torso
in a loose hug.
It took him totally by surprise. If it wasn't his sister, and if he
hadn't committed to Brenda, this would be heaven. He was feeling
trapped and helpless, enjoying the feel of her body, her warm breath
on his neck, her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his
chest and side, and ... "Oh god" he thought. Her night dress had
ridden high while she slept and her naked lower belly and crotch were
pressing into his thigh. She wasn't wearing panties - he could tell
because her thatch of pussy hair was tickling him.
"Caty. Oh, Caaatyyy. Time to get up now."
"Mmmnn ... no ... tired ... "
Sighing, he resigned himself to this fate. Guiltily, he realized he
liked the feel of his sister's body pressed up against him just as
much as he enjoyed Brenda's. It was so much illicit pleasure for
both, one being a barely pubescent thirteen, offering herself body and
soul to him, the other being his fully-formed nearly-adult sister,
untouchable, yet sending incestuous thoughts and feelings through his
system.
Very much aware of her body beside him, he could feel each breath she
took, both from the rise and fall of her bosom, and from the warmth of
her breath on his neck and chest. It wasn't long before he sensed
she'd fallen back to sleep. He just lay there, enjoying the touch and
intimacy, knowing he shouldn't let this happen. After a while,
without really thinking about it, he began to caress his sister, her
hair, shoulder, arm, waist, and naked lower back, whatever his trapped
arm could reach.
As time passed, he became lost in his own little imaginary world.
When Caitlin began to stir again, it was with difficulty that he came
back to reality.
"Mmmmm, feels good."
He noticed his hand was caressing her, seemingly detached from the
rest of him, but definitely sending back the feel of her body. His
member was still hard at attention, and jerked a little when she
kissed him lightly on the neck. She seemed to be enjoying his
attentions.
"Thanks Rich. That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages. But
I guess it's time to get up. I'm hungry."
With that, she threw back the covers and got up. He caught glimpses
of her naked pussy, hips, and ass as she rolled out of bed and stood
up, letting her night dress fall to cover her nudity. It would have
been difficult for her to miss his raging hard-on, pushing up the
front of his boxers and the covers, yet she never said anything, just
padded out the door in her bare feet.
He listened to her footsteps head along the hall and down the stairs.
Looking at her without blushing this morning would be difficult,
especially with her still wearing the same flimsy garment.
"No, I'm never gonna get used to this."
He jacked off quickly to a hard and shuddering climax, remembering the
feel of her body against his.
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That evening, returning from his part-time job, he found his sister
seated on the couch staring out the window. The TV was on, barely
audible, and was being completely ignored. She was wearing a light
silk blouse with no bra and a full, loose skirt. With her sitting
cross-legged, he could picture exactly what was on display under her
skirt. There was little imagination needed to see what was under her
blouse.
They exchanged greetings and small talk for a while before Richard
really noticed how distant her mind was. She was still staring out
the window.
"Caty, what's wrong?"
She sighed and took a deep breath before answering.
"I need Vicky."
"Does this mean you've made up your mind?"
"Yes."
"Any reasons for this decision? Anything you'd like to share with
your big brother? Like why?"
"No. I just need her. For now, for a while, that's all I know. I'm
so lonely. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here
for me Rich."
It was always difficult for him to express his feelings for his
sister. He had to be careful in what he said right now, with her
being in such a vulnerable state.
"Caty, you know I've always been there for you, and I always will be.
You're my sister, and I love you." There it was, carefully worded so
she could accept it however she wanted. He leaned over the back of
the couch and gave her a hug from behind, also giving her a chaste
kiss on her cheek. He liked the feel of her body, especially when she
reached up behind her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. She
apparently liked it too, because it was a while before she let him go.
"I think I'll go next door for a while. Will you be okay on your
own?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine." She was honouring the terms of Vicky's
grounding to the letter. Not being invited directly by Mary or Will,
she was staying away.
A few hours later he was back. She'd made dinner, eaten hers, left
his to warm in the oven, and was back on the couch staring out the
window. Sensing her mood, he brought his dinner and two beers out to
the living room and sat beside her on the couch to eat. He ate and
she drank quietly. It wasn't until he was finished and they were both
working on their third beer that he gave her the news.
"We're going out for dinner tomorrow."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"The four of us."
"Four?"
"You, me, Brenda, and Vicky. They'll be spending the weekend here."
She was all over him in an instant, knees straddling his thighs,
planting a big wet kiss on his mouth, then hugging him close. He
hugged back, accepting this as normal sisterly gratitude.
"Rich, you're the best big brother in the whole world."
He held onto her until he felt an un-brotherly bulge growing in his
pants. She was slowly rocking back and forth while holding him. It
was now impossible for him to ignore the feel of her hardening nipples
and the heat from her groin in his lap. She let go reluctantly when
he disengaged and moved her back to the corner of the couch.
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It was Friday, late afternoon, and the four of them were trying to
decide where to go for dinner.
His suggestions, one for a fine Italian restaurant, and one for a cosy
little Greek place famous for it's squid, were met with enthusiastic
cat-calls - "Boo! Hiss!" "Yech! No way!" "Uh uh. Nope" "Maybe
next time."
They ended up going someplace he'd only heard about and never been to.
It was a kid's pizza parlour, with games, play areas, amusements, an
animated animal band, and hordes of kids screaming and laughing and
running all over the place. It was not the type of romantic dinner
he'd been thinking about. He felt more like a father treating his
three kids to a day at the fair. Three kids? Yep. Caitlin was in
there with the worst of 'em, keeping up with both Brenda and Vicky.
At least the pizza was above average, definitely better than he
thought it would be.
Later that evening they sat in his living room. Vicky and Caitlin
were curled up together in the easy chair sharing a beer (Caitlin had
to talk Richard into letting Vicky have some), and Brenda was curled
up in Richard's lap on the couch, sharing some wine. It wasn't long
before the two girls went upstairs. Richard thought he'd better tell
his, uh, fiancee(?), what went on with his sister the other night,
before she found out some other way.
He explained what happened and then, with her prodding, actually let
her know about everything he was feeling about it too, the illicit
desire he had, the mixed emotions, the conflict between seeing her
beautiful body and knowing it was his sister and knowing he was
committed to Brenda. She took this all with simple nods and uh-huhs,
never looking or acting shocked or surprised and not condemning him in
the least.
When all the talking was over, they sat there for a few minutes,
wrapped in each other's arms.
"I love you, Richard."
"I love you too, Brenda"
"It's time for me to go have a serious talk with our sisters. I'll be
back down later."
She climbed off his lap and trotted up the stairs. He stared at her
gorgeous, tight, not-so-little-girl ass as she went.
An hour later, nervous as hell, he had to go see what was going on.
Opening Caitlin's door, he poked his head through. What he saw made
him blush. All three were sitting cross-legged on the bed, in a
circle, heads bent together. Brenda was fully clothed and the other
two were completely naked. His sister blushed, but made no move to
cover herself. Vicky seemed oblivious to her state of undress. It was
hard to tell who was more embarrassed, Richard, or his sister.
"Scram. This is girl talk."
He shut the door quickly and went back downstairs. It was another
half-hour and two glasses of wine before Brenda came back down stairs.
She appropriated his newly-filled wineglass and sat on the couch,
leaning against him. His arm automatically reached around to hold
her.
Several sips of wine later she spoke.
"Did you know Caty's been having nightmares?"
"She mentioned having them the night she came to my room."
"No. She's been having nightmares every night since that scene with
Angie's father, except when she was with you or Vicky."
"Every night?"
"Yes. You wouldn't believe how tired she is. Did you know that
you're the only person she has left that she feels close to? That can
understand her?"
"What about our mother and father? And your sister?"
"Do they know anything about what's been happening to her? No. Who's
been there for her at night all her life? You have. You took her in,
no questions asked when she needed you. You didn't judge her when she
told you about Angie. You're not upset with her now because of Vicky.
Is there anybody else, except maybe Angie, who could accept what she's
done without blame or pity?"
It was difficult for him to imagine her speaking about this to anyone,
especially their parents, remembering what happened after their sister
was raped. It had been ugly.
"No, I can't think of anyone, especially our relatives. But what
about Vicky?"
"Those two need each other right now, but it's not the same thing.
They've known each other for a week. She's known you all her life.
You're the only really stable thing she has. If you push her away, it
would be terrible for her."
"What do you think I should do?"
"Comfort her when she comes to you. Accept what she offers. Don't
feel guilty, because she needs your comfort and affection. Don't make
her feel guilty about asking for it, either. She knows that I'm yours
and you're mine, and she can't get between us unless you let her. I
have enough faith in you that you won't let it happen, even though she
is a gorgeous lady."
"Brenda, you know if something happened, it would change the way
things are around here. I won't let it."
"You mean they haven't changed a lot in the last week?" She laughed
at that, a nice clear little-girl laugh. It lightened the mood and
his heart.
"Aren't you going to be jealous?"
"Of course. I already am jealous. But think about what it would be
like for Vicky and Caty if you forced her away from here. I wouldn't
want that to happen. Besides, your sister will get better with enough
love and attention. And Vicky plans on providing lots of both. But
she can't be over here all the time or most nights. That's when your
sister will need you."
"If that's the way you want it to be, I'll go along with it. I do
love my sister, but I love you too, and don't want to hurt either of
you. There's no way for me to stop feeling guilty, because I would
feel like I'm cheating on you, even if it's only a warm kiss with my
sister."
"Just as long as you don't let her know you feel guilty about it. She
feels bad enough already, even though I told her it would be okay.
So, like I said, comfort her when she comes to you and accept what she
offers. I've given her limits and she's accepted them."
"Do I get to know what they are?"
"Nope. You'll just have to tell me all about everything that happens,
so I know if she steps over the line."
"Hey, waitaminit. Is that feeding into your voyeurism?"
"My what?"
"Voyeurism. Peeking. What you do to your Mom and Dad and our
sisters."
"Could be. I'll never tell. Besides, they both know I'll worm every
detail out of you anyway. So they'll both be careful."
Finishing off the wine and putting the glass on the table, she turned
and straddled his thighs, her crotch on his lap, and began hugging and
kissing him, rocking back and forth, rubbing her pantied pussy against
the erection forming in his pants.
After a few minutes of this attack on his person, he broke off for
some air.
"Mffph. Now what are you after?"
A couple of quick kisses later, still rocking on his now-hard cock,
she answered.
"I do have one more teeeeensy weeeeeensy leeeeetle problem I need your
help with."
"<groan> Now what?"
"We-el, it's something only you can help me with, and I think we
should be upstairs in bed. Here would be okay too, but it might not
be as comfortable."
"Let me guess. You're horny as hell and you want me to do you again?"
He was smiling a big shit-eating grin as he said that.
"Not quite. You see, even after going to bed with you all those
times, I still seem to be sort-of, well, I guess you could say, maybe,
like, uh, a ... virgin?"
He became serious, looking into her eyes, trying to see the answers he
was looking for.
"Are you ready for this? You know it only ever happens once, so you
have to be sure."
She became serious, and looked him back in the eye.
"Richard, you are the man for me, the man I'm gonna marry, the man I
love. You are the only person I would ever give this gift to." A big
grin stole over her face. "Besides, how else can we really start
fucking?"
His mouth moved up into a half-smile. "Brenda! Such language for a
young lady! I'm ... I'm shocked!" A full smile took over. "But I
guess if you're really sure, we should go upstairs and, um, fuck."
"I'm sure."
"All right, let's do this properly. Grab the rest of the wine and a
couple of glasses, I'll get some towels and stuff, and meet you in my
bedroom."
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<< End of chapter 8>>
Next chapter - Pop goes the cherry?
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