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 Archive name: brosgrl3.txt (m/f-teens, voy, mast)
 Authors name: DevoSpudC (cwilson9@ix.netcom.com)
 Story title : My Brother's Girl - 3
 Part 3 of 3

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 A WONDERFUL PICNIC
 ------------------

 I walked slowly up the driveway to my house, feeling
 tired but very content. My head was still reeling from
 my second lusty session with Tammy, which had been even
 more intense than the first. Though the sex had been
 completely awesome, the highlight had really been when
 she'd turned to me in the car and said that she loved
 me. It was the best feeling in the world, one that I
 never wanted to end. The only thing that was keeping
 me from being totally ecstatic was a nagging feeling of
 guilt.

 "Where've *you* been?" Cal asked in his usual bel-
 ligerent way, barely looking up from the TV as I
 entered the living room. 

 Oh, just fucking your girlfriend, the nagging voice
 said. I ignored it. "I went out for something to eat
 with the guys," I lied, sitting on the famous couch.

 Cal grunted in response and returned his attention to
 the TV. I joined him in watching America's Funniest
 Home Videos, which in my opinion fell somewhat short of
 its billing. I began to think about things, particu-
 larly my brother and Tammy. Halfway through the show,
 it hit me. 

 I was having an affair. I was sixteen years old; a
 high school loser; and I was having an affair with my
 brother's beautiful girlfriend. It sure must've been
 getting pretty cold in Hell right about now.

 I thought about Tammy almost constantly at school the
 next day. I'd never tried drugs or anything, but I was
 beginning to understand what it was like. Tammy was
 *my* drug, and, even if I'd wanted to, I knew that I'd
 never be able to 'just say no'.

 At lunch, I spotted her sitting and talking with Cal.
 They seemed to be in a good mood, and I couldn't help
 feeling a little jealous as she sat there with him and
 ignored me. I understood why, but I still resented it
 a little. I felt so strongly for her that I hated not
 being able to show it, but I hated even more to think
 about what might happen if my brother found out. So, I
 sat with my small circle of friends and pretended I was
 interested in the movie or whatever the hell they were
 talking about, all the while remembering how drop-dead
 gorgeous Tammy's face had been as she'd gasped and
 panted as we had made love on her bed.

 That evening found me locked in a good-natured
 wrestling match with Cal. He'd wanted to sit in the
 easy chair, but I'd refused, and like we'd done all our
 lives we ended up rolling around on the floor to decide
 who'd get it. My brother had just slapped a partic-
 ularly painful arm hold when the phone rang. Our mom
 picked it up in the kitchen, then called for Cal. Saved
 by the bell, I flopped down in the chair with a grin as
 he went to answer it.

 "Its Tammy," I heard her say. My grin disappeared.
 I suddenly felt anxious, but I wasn't sure why. I pre-
 tended to be interested in the TV as I listened care-
 fully to the conversation. I couldn't catch most of it,
 and what I heard consisted mostly of monosyllables from
 Cal, which in itself wasn't unusual. But after a few
 minutes, his tone began to convey something else.

 "Yeah," he replied into the phone with a strangely
 thick voice. "I guess I do." He set the phone down
 with a quiet click, then walked upstairs without
 another word. It took a moment for me to put a name to
 my brother's tone and expression, as it was one I'd
 rarely seen on him before. He was upset. With a sink-
 ing feeling, I realized what had just happened.

 Tammy had dumped him. And though he didn't know it,
 she'd dumped him for me. Before, I'd imagined that I
 would be happy to actually beat Cal out of a girl, but
 even though he was a jerk, he still had feelings. I
 felt sorry for him. I know *I'd* be pretty damn miser-
 able if I lost a girlfriend like Tammy.

 I stopped feeling so sorry for him the next day at
 school when I saw him putting the make on a pretty
 blonde cheerleader. I knew he was still hurt, but he
 wasn't the type to let that slow him down. I also saw
 Tammy in the hallway after lunch. Unlike Cal, the hurt
 showed plainly on her face, and once again I felt more
 sorry for her than for my brother. His feelings were
 centered mainly on himself, while hers were focused on
 others.

 She seemed to be in a hurry, and didn't stop to talk,
 but she flashed me a pained looking smile as she passed
 by. I thought about her all day, wondering when I
 would be able to see her again.

 It was two days after the breakup, and I was walking
 home after practice when I heard a car behind me begin
 to slow down. I turned, and my heart began to pound as
 I saw Tammy's blue Civic pulling up next to me.

 "Hey, little boy," she said somberly through the pas-
 senger window. "You want some candy?"

 I grinned. She seemed to have recovered. "Sure,
 lady," I replied, playing along. "Where is it?"

 She reached over and opened the door, her face still
 perfectly serious. "Sit down in here and I'll show
 you." I climbed in and shut the door. "It's in my
 front pocket," she said, unable to keep a straight face
 any longer. "You'll have to get it yourself, and you
 might have to feel around for a while before you find
 it." She grinned as she looked ahead and pulled back
 on the road.

 I think I surprised her by actually reaching over and
 sliding my hand into the right front pocket of her
 green slacks. She giggled as I began feeling around,
 rubbing her thigh and hip before sliding my hand be-
 tween her legs. Her pocket wasn't deep enough to go
 all the way, but I managed to palm her warm mound,
 feeling her crinkly pubic hair through the thin cloth
 layer of her pocket. A lump formed in both my throat
 and my shorts as I deduced that she wasn't wearing
 panties.

 "Is that the candy you were talking about?" I asked,
 trying to sound innocent. She nodded with a smile.

 "If you're good," she said, starting to blush slight-
 ly. "I'll let you have a taste." That was something I
 was definitely looking forward to. 

 "I'll be good, I promise."

 We drove for a while in silence. "I broke up with
 Cal," she said quietly.

 "I know. I feel a little bad about it, but not much."

 Her face turned downcast. "It really hurt to do that
 to him. I still like him. I don't really know why,
 but I do. He's just so stubborn and thick-headed."

 "Yeah," I replied. That pretty much described him,
 all right. "But he'll get over it. He's already re-
 covering."

 Tammy smiled. "I'm not surprised."

 "So," I asked, as casually as I could, "where are we
 going today?"

 "I thought we could go to the lake, maybe enjoy the
 view for a while. I brought some snacks and stuff," she
 said, nodding her head toward the ice chest in the back
 seat. "That okay with you?"

 "Sounds great," I said with a smile. I'd go anywhere
 with Tammy, anytime.

 We parked beneath some trees and walked toward a
 grassy hill over looking the lake. I carried the ice
 chest while Tammy carried a blanket she had brought for
 us to sit on. There weren't many other people around,
 just an older couple and few little kids having a bar-
 becue by the campground, and a gray-haired man fishing
 further down at the side of the lake. 

 Tammy spread out the blanket, then sat down on it and
 offered me a Coke from the icebox as I joined her. I
 accepted it, and she took one herself, sitting back on
 her elbows and relaxing.

 The weather was perfect, warm and slightly breezy,
 and I leaned back as well to enjoy it. Even though we
 weren't touching or even saying anything, just being
 there together seemed to be, well, romantic. 

 I looked at the sunlight reflecting off the shimmer-
 ing water, then over at Tammy, who looked away with a
 little smile. The wind played with her pretty red hair,
 blowing strands of it across her forehead and freckled
 cheek. It was an incredibly picturesque scene, and I
 suddenly had to get in on it.

 She leaned forward as I moved to sit behind her,
 seeming to know telepathically what I wanted to do. I
 sat down with her between my legs, then leaned forward
 and put my arms around her. She hugged my arms even
 closer around herself, and we sat there in silence for
 a while, both looking out at the green trees and blue
 water.

 I began to wonder what it would be like being married
 to her. I found it strange to be thinking about that
 at my age, but I couldn't help it. We could get an
 apartment together, maybe even live at her parent's
 summer house. Cal would be resentful when he found out
 of course, but he'd probably get over it quickly. I
 wondered if Tammy would want to have kids. Not right
 away, probably. Later, one or two would be fine, but
 not a whole litter...

 Tammy startled me out of my daydreaming by leaning
 her head back on my shoulder and starting to nibble at
 my ear. I laughed at the ticklish sensation, and she
 giggled back.

 I noticed that the couple with the kids were looking
 over at us, but they were being discreet about it,
 smiling at each other almost knowingly. It was a lit-
 tle weird, but I didn't really mind it.

 Hugging her tighter, I slowly ran my hands over her
 smooth belly, feeling the soft firmness of her skin
 through the thin fabric of her shirt. I don't really
 know what came over me, but I cupped her left breast in
 my hand, squeezing it gently as she gasped in surprise
 and moved her head from my shoulder. 

 "Careful," she whispered, looking over at the middle-
 aged couple. "They might see us." 

 I started kissing and sucking at her earlobe. Some-
 how, the fact that we had an audience didn't bother me.
 Maybe I was making up for all the times I wanted to
 touch her and hold her in school but couldn't.

 I continued massaging her tit, and she blushed heav-
 ily but made no move to stop me. She turned her head
 and kissed my neck wetly, sucking at it like a leech.
 I smiled, and remembering that she didn't have any
 underwear on, slid my free hand down the front of her
 pants and rested my fingers in the soft curls of her
 pubic hair. She moaned against my neck, sending a
 strange vibration through my windpipe. I rubbed her
 mound for a few moments, feeling the inviting heat
 radiating up from between her legs. 

 I glanced over at the married couple to see if they
 were still watching. They were. Their kids were down
 playing by the lake, and they were sitting on a bench
 very close to one another, their eyes flitting between
 us and their children as they commented to each other
 about something, probably us. My dick was very hard
 at this point, and pressed firmly against the back of
 Tammy.

 Sliding my hand down further, I felt my cock twitch
 in my shorts as I encountered the very swollen and very
 wet lips of her pussy. It seemed that she was as
 excited as I was to be fooling around in front of God
 and everybody. I began to stroke her gently with my
 fingers, feeling her shiver and raise her hips up
 slightly at my touch. Tammy let her head fall forward,
 and I kissed tenderly at her neck as I slowly rubbed
 her slick and overheated slit.

 Though they probably couldn't see exactly what was
 happening, I imagined that it wasn't too hard for our
 two onlookers to guess what was going on. I noticed
 them holding hands and hugging each other, and it al-
 most looked like they were going to do a lille fooling
 around of their own.

 Tammy suddenly whimpered, her hips rising even fur-
 ther off the blanket. I felt her slippery vulva begin
 quivering under my fingers, and she clutched tightly at
 my arm and groaned as she came in front of two complete
 strangers. 

 I kissed her neck and shoulder as she wound down,
 then she turned and gave me an embarrassed smile before
 hanging her head down as if in shame. 	

 I smiled and squeezed her affectionately, and she
 giggled in response. We relaxed for a while, even-
 tually lying down to absorb the warm sunlight. In
 about an hour or so, the family left, and Tammy propped
 herself up on her side next to me and punched me light-
 ly on the chest.

 "That was a dirty trick you pulled," she said with
 mock anger. "I was *so* embarrassed!"

 "Sorry," I said, unable to keep from grinning. She
 made an angry face, but leaned down and kissed me
 lightly.

 "You'd better be," she whispered. "You're just lucky
 you're so good at it." She suddenly climbed on top of
 me and began tickling my side, and I laughed and strug-
 gled playfully to make her stop. We began wrestling,
 giggling and rolling around much the same way I had
 with Cal so many times before. But this time, at least
 to me, the outcome was never in doubt.

 We both grinned and panted as she sat above me, her
 hands pinning my arms to the blanket. Our eyes were
 locked, and we seemed to even be breathing at the same
 time. Her freckled cheeks were flushed and rosy, and
 she looked at me for a long while before lowering her
 head and kissing me. It wasn't a shy we're-at-the-
 lake-so-we'd-better-behave sort of kiss, it was an I-
 love-you-and-I-don't-care-who-sees-it pure and
 passionate explosion. 

 I felt dizzy as she crushed her lips against mine,
 making a strange and urgent groaning noise deep in her 
 throat. She began to rub herself against my lap,
 grinding her pelvis into the very rigid length of my
 cock.

 Tammy was driving me nuts with desire, and I think
 that we were very close to stripping our clothes off
 and screwing right there on the hill. Fortunately, we
 both seemed to snap out of it a little, and stood up
 wordlessly to gather her stuff.

 We hurried back to her car and dumped the gear in the
 back seat. I had cooled down a little, but not much,
 and I kissed her again as she got into the car. 

 "Wait," she said in a breathy voice, shutting her
 door and starting up the engine. She drove down the
 small road that wound around the lake, pulling off next
 to the cover of a large stand of trees.

 "Does this mean we're going camping?" I asked as she
 turned off the car and grabbed the blanket out of the
 back.

 She grinned. "Sort of. C'mon." She got out, and I
 did likewise, following her through the trees until we
 came to a small clearing. I watched in anticipation as
 she spread the blanket out on the ground, then sat down
 on it and looked up at me, her green eyes sparkling
 sexily in the late afternoon light.

 I pounced on her, and she laughed and pulled me
 closer, kissing me on the mouth with her tender lips.
 Our hands roved all over each other, and practically
 before I knew it she was working my shorts down around
 my knees. My dick was glad to be free in the cooling
 air, but nowhere near as happy as it would be once it
 was in Tammy's body. But that could wait.

 I gently but firmly pulled myself away and began un-
 doing the front of her pants. She rested on her elbows
 as I opened the fly of her slacks, catching a glimpse
 of the fiery red hair on her mound. She lifted her
 hips, and I dragged her pants all the way off and drop-
 ped them on the blanket next to us. I positioned my-
 self between her legs, drinking in the glorious sight
 of her pouty and very moist-looking slit.

 "So," I asked in a husky voice. "Have I been good?"

 She grinned. "Yes. You've been very good."

 I happily lowered my head to her crotch and buried my
 face in her sweet pussy. I slid my hands under her
 shirt as I sucked and licked at her tender flesh hun-
 grily, quickly losing track of time until she cried out
 and climaxed on my tongue, her slender hips shaking on
 the blanket as I lightly pinched her nipples between my
 fingers.

 After recovering for a few moments, she pushed me
 back and kissed me briefly before lowering her head to
 my lap. I felt her warm and wet tongue slide along the
 underside of my pulsing dick, and I moaned as she took
 me into her hot mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the
 intense feeling of her lips and tongue moving around my
 shaft.

 It was incredible. I rubbed my hands down along her
 back and over her round cheeky butt, then slid my fin-
 gers between her legs and began stroking her flowing
 twat.

 She moaned around my penis, and it felt so awesome
 that my hips jerked forward involuntarily, making her
 gag as the head tried to leap down her throat. Gaining
 control of myself, I eased back and continued to play
 with her drenched pussy as she sucked eagerly on my
 cock.

 I felt my orgasm slowly building, but Tammy suddenly
 let my dick fall from her mouth. She looked up at me
 and moaned with the most lustful expression on her face
 that I'd ever seen.

 "I want you," she breathed, closing her eyes and
 gasping as my fingers brushed her clit. "God, I want
 you now!"

 I took her by the arms and lowered her back on the
 blanket, her supple legs snapping open like springs as
 soon as her back touched the ground. I'd never seen
 her quite so worked up, though it was quickly rubbing
 off on me. It must've been something in the air. I
 didn't pause to think about it though. I crawled over
 her and guided my cock to the slippery entrance to her
 body, plunging in all the way with one solid thrust
 that made Tammy groan loudly and dig her nails into my
 shoulders. 

 Already knowing that I wasn't going to last very
 long, I kept my movement slow, seeming to tease her a
 little by deliberately taking my time. She thrust her
 hips up at me desperately, and with a frustrated groan,
 I realized that I wasn't going to be able to hold back
 much longer. But Tammy's gasps and moans were coming
 faster as well, and I gave up and began pumping into
 her quickly, feeling her lock her strong legs behind my
 butt as she suddenly arched her back and screamed into
 the darkening woods.

 Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, squeezing
 and rippling like a milking machine. I felt my balls
 lift and my cock began to swell. I tried to pull out
 of her before it was too late, but her legs were still
 locked tightly behind me, holding me in place. I
 grunted and thrust deeper inside her, losing myself in
 the mind shattering sensation of cumming inside Tammy's
 hot and twitching body.

 I looked down at her guiltily as my head began to
 clear, and she smiled up at me dreamily, running her
 fingers over my lips. I caught one in my mouth and
 sucked at it as my dick softened inside of her.

 "It's okay," she whispered. "It was my fault." She
 pulled me down and cuddled up against me, and we lay
 there together as the sun set and darkness fell.

 Cal wasn't home as I walked in just before eight that
 night, but my parents were, and they were a little
 miffed that I'd come home late again without letting
 them know where I was. I said that I'd gone to a movie
 with some friends, and after a little while I managed
 to get them off my back. After dinner, I flopped
 tiredly down on my bed. 

 So far, every time Tammy and I had made love, it had
 been better than the previous time. If our sex got any
 better, my life would be in serious danger. 

 As I turned out the light and went to sleep, I
 thought guiltily about our little 'accident'. If it
 was okay with her, it was okay with me, but I seriously
 didn't want to screw up her life or mine by getting her
 pregnant. We'd just have to be more careful next time,
 though part of me still couldn't believe that this was
 really happening, and I half-expected to wake up and
 find out that it was all a dream.

 I was awakened sometime early the next morning by the
 painful impact of Cal's fist into my gut. I half-sat
 up, holding my arms up protectively as I gasped for
 breath and tried to figure out what was going on. He
 shoved me back down on the bed, and I knew what it was
 as soon as I saw the look on his face. 

 "You little fucker," he growled menacingly, his face
 red and his fists trembling. He knew. Somehow, he
 knew. "You little pissant motherfucker."

 I lay there wheezing, waiting for him to explode and
 pound my face in. I probably deserved it, but that
 didn't make the prospect any more appealing. I saw him
 raise his hand again, his lips pressed tightly together
 with rage.

 "Shit!" He yelled, lowering his fist and kicking my
 dresser hard enough to knock the lamp off. "I should
 kick your fucking ass until you die for screwing around
 with my girl," he said in a low and venomous voice,
 "but it would break mom and dad's heart."

 I watched him as he turned and walked to the door,
 stopping just outside in the hall. "Besides, that
 fucking slut probably started it anyway." It was my
 turn to get angry, but I kept quiet, knowing that I'd
 just make things worse by shooting my mouth off.

 He just looked at me for a few seconds, starting to
 look more hurt than angry. He shook his head. "Fuck-
 in' A," he said in a trembling voice, and then he left.

 That had to be the most miserable feeling I'd ever
 had in my life. I sat up and just stayed there on my
 bed for a good hour, wondering what I could've done to
 have prevented this. I fully expected that Cal would
 never talk to me again, though I was surprised that he
 hadn't beat the shit out of me.

 I noticed a lot of people looked at me and passing
 comments behind my back at school, and I learned from
 a friend how Cal had found out. His buddy Ronnie had
 driven by the lake yesterday with his own girlfriend,
 and they saw Tammy and I together, though I don't think
 they saw us fooling around. There were plenty of
 rumors to that effect, however, most much more bizarre
 and outrageous than anything we'd actually done.

 Tammy came up to me that afternoon between classes,
 and I could tell just by looking at her that she al-
 ready knew the worst of it. She looked even more
 miserable than I felt, not even saying anything, just
 looking at me like her heart was on the verge of
 breaking.

 I took a step toward her knowing very well what would
 happen when I did what was going to do, but I didn't
 care. I hugged her, right there in the hallway, and she
 didn't hesitate to put her arms around me and hug me
 back. A chorus of hoots and cheers began from the
 other students, but I ignored them.

 "It's okay," I whispered in her ear as she started to
 cry. "Its not the end of the world," I said helplessly.
 I wished that I could say something that would cheer
 her up, something that would make her stop crying and
 be happy again. I felt horribly inadequate.

 The catcalls quickly faded when they saw we were
 ignoring them, and I held Tammy there for a minute,
 trying to be as comforting as I possible could. Beyond
 her shoulder, I caught sight of a blonde girl at her
 locker who was looking over at us. She glanced away
 when she saw me notice her, but then slammed her locker
 shut and began to walk our way. 

 Tammy had recovered, and looked up at me with a shaky
 smile. "I'm sorry," she said in a sniffly voice,
 slowly disengaging herself from me. "Those things
 they're saying just got to me, that's all."

 "Don't pay any attention," I said, suddenly feeling
 angry. I hadn't let it bother me before, but now I
 wanted to kill that bastard Ronnie or whoever it was
 that had started the rumors, if for no other reason
 than for making Tammy upset.

 "Uh, hi," a voice said at my shoulder. It was the
 blonde girl. "It really sucks what everybody's doing,"
 she said, sounding irritated. "I mean, its awful the
 way that people spread rumors. Its really stupid." 

 I stared at her for a moment in mild surprise. She
 was wearing a faded black Akira t-shirt, and her hair
 was braided in a single braid which hung down from the
 left-front side of her head. She was cute in a punkish
 way, and seemed familiar, though I couldn't place her.

 "Thanks," Tammy said with a little smile, though she
 seemed equally surprised. 

 The girl smiled back and shrugged, tossing her braid.
 "I just wanted to let you know that not everybody is
 talking about you," she said, then waved and walked off
 her boots clunking loudly on the hallway.

 Tammy looked at me curiously. "Do you know her?"

 I shrugged. "Maybe. I think her name is Kristen, and
I think we had the same home room last year." 

 "It was nice of her to talk to us," she said. "I was
 beginning to feel like everyone hated me."

 "They'll get bored in a few days and find something
 else to talk about," I said with a smile. I was happy
 when Tammy smiled back, looking much more cheerful. I
 felt like hugging that mysterious blonde. "You want to
 meet me after practice?"

 She looked doubtful for a moment, but then shrugged.

 "Sure." 

 Just then the late bell rang, and I hugged her again
 quickly before we went our separate ways. We might be
 alienated from most of the school, and Cal would very
 likely resent me the rest of his life, but we had each
 other, and that was the most important thing.

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