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Twin Favors (MF, FF, inc, reluc)
By Rachael (rache18us@yahoo.com)
***
"Please Dare? I'll do the dishes for a month I swear!
I'll do your laundry for a week! I'll...I'll...I'll let
you wear my black dress!"
"And the shoes?" I asked playfully. My sister Stacy had
such an infectious smile, I couldn't help it.
"The shoes too! Anytime!" She was smiling now, knowing
the effect it had on people. The effect it had on me.
"Pleeeeease?"
I was sitting in the ugliest beanbag chair in the world,
we called it Frankenstein because it was pale green and
stitched all over with black thread. Half the beans were
missing I think, but it was still pretty comfortable. I
had my long leg tucked under my butt, cradling a book in
my lap and wondering how I'd ever gotten myself in this
situation.
This situation was mostly being Stacy's roommate, sister
was one thing, but this roommate business was for the
birds! Every week it seemed like something would come up
and nobody could help her but me. Whether it was loaning
her $50, writing up a homework assignment she'd
'forgotten' about, taking a test in a class she was
failing...Whatever. This time though, it was a real
doozy and I wasn't too sure about it at all.
"Explain to me again why you want me to go on a date
with your boyfriend?" I gave up on my book and dropped
it on the floor with a soft little whump. I wasn't sure
why I was asking, it hadn't made sense the first time
she tried to explain, so why would the fourth be any
different?
Stacy plopped down on the floor in front of me, putting
her elbows on my bare knees and looking up at me with
her soft blue eyes and impish smile. I knew what she was
doing and I wasn't falling for it. She leaned forward
and started picking at the big sweatshirt I was wearing.
"Because Richard asked me out and I really really really
want to go out with him, but it's on Friday night! And
Friday night is when Brad is taking me to that new club!
he's so excited about it and I know he really wants to
go." She smiled up at me and began tracing the golden
gopher on my chest. "And if Brad finds out I'm going out
with Richard, then he'll be sooooooo disappointed! And
he's so nice, Darin, please? You like Brad, he's nice,
come on, please?"
I sat up and so did Stacy so I could get my legs out
from under me, straightening them and spreading them
around my sister so she could lean forward again,
crossing her arms on my thighs.
"So why don't I just go out with Richard, and you can go
out with Brad and..." I shrugged with my patented 'ain't
it common sense?' look.
"Are those my panties?" Stacy was looking between my
legs where the sweatshirt had ridden up exposing my
purple g-string. "Those are mine!"
"They are not, stop changing the subject Stace!" I
pulled my sweatshirt down because they were hers, but I
had a pair just like them.
"Let me see!" Stacy demanded, laughing now and reaching
between my legs. I have this horrible weakness; I'm
extremely ticklish on the insides of my thighs. Not
always, I mean when I'm getting busy with someone I
forget all about it, but when the mood is right it's
terrible. Stacy, of course, knows all about this and
never misses an opportunity to tease me with it.
"Stop it! No!" I shrieked as her fingers shot between my
legs and her finger nails grazed my skin. The only thing
worse than being ticklish, is when you know you're going
to get tickled. I become like a thousand times more
sensitive and right now my whole body was tingling!
Stacy could have touched me anywhere and I'd have been
helpless. But anywhere wasn't on her mind.
I was jumping up, trying to stand unsteadily on
Frankenstein when Stacy pulled me back down. I was
already laughing, saying no over and over in a
breathless voice. I tried to cover myself up but Stacy
wormed her hands inside and just kind of
scratched/groped/squeezed at whatever part of me she
found. She dragged me onto the floor, scrunching my
sweatshirt up around my breasts.
I was kicking and screaming with laughter, pushing at
her and twisting my body when she moved over me, turning
to face my feet and sitting heavily on my tummy. The
damp towel was spread around her hips and her bare pussy
rocked back and forth across my overly sensitive skin,
adding another unbearable sensation as I tried to clench
my thighs together.
It was no use though, I couldn't breath and pushing
uselessly against her back was just using up precious
energy while Stacy ignored me, prying my legs apart and
dragging her nails across my most sensitive places. I
felt my eyes watering and my laughing began to sound
more like crying, a transition we were both all too
familiar with. Stacy had done this same thing to me
countless times for as long as we could remember. She
was always stronger than me and like brothers who have
to wrestle, this was a necessary ritual we both secretly
enjoyed.
My whole body was going slack, my lungs burned from a
lack of air. They just kept pushing and pushing like
they couldn't remember how to pull. I felt dizzy and
Stacy mercifully stopped, her motion changing from a
terrible teasing of my goose pimpled flesh, to a soft
caress that was still almost unbearable.
She looked over her shoulder at me, flushed with victory
and smiled at my exhausted state. My mouth hung open and
I was gasping for air. My cheeks were red and wet with
tears and all I could do was look up at her.
"Do you give up?" Stacy asked me. "Will you do it?"
I nodded weakly unable to do anything else.
"Prove it." Stacy whispered and this was part of our
ritual too. She lifted her body off my stomach, sliding
back lightly so that her sex was over my face. I lifted
my head a bare 2 inches off the floor with a soft moan
and pressed my mouth to my sister's pussy. She sighed
and lowered herself slightly, reaching down to play with
my breasts while I licked and sucked at her already
moist folds.
"yeah, Dare, that's it baby... Lick me... Mmmmm." Her
voice was soft, urging me to work harder as I sought to
please her.
Stacy was older by 8 minutes, maybe that's why she was
always on top. Her fingers pinched my nipples, pulling
them straight up so my breasts were taut cones of
pleasure. The warmth was spreading, for Stacy too as she
began rocking herself slightly, using my mouth to get
off. I didn't mind, I loved this part of our game and
thirsted for her juices.
I sucked her labia between my lips, pursing them to
pinch her gently before going back to my tongue. I made
it stiff and hard like a small pink cock and Stacy
fucked herself on it, filling my mouth with her orgasm
as she pressed her palms suddenly flat on my tits. It
hurt, like a dull ache having her pressing her weight on
me like that, but I barely noticed.
I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist, slipping them
beneath the towel so I could feel her hot skin. I pulled
her tightly to my mouth, holding her there against the
wild gyrations of her hips as I slurped noisily away. I
was drinking my sister deeply and feeling my own empty
cunt fluttering in search of attention, but I knew Stacy
wouldn't do it for me, she never did. She was cruel that
way and when we were younger I didn't understand, but I
learned to accept it and even enjoy the fact that she
really didn't understand herself.
Stacy was breathing hard and her motion slowed once
again to a gentle rocking motion across my cum drenched
face as her orgasm subsided. Her hands squeezed my
breasts playfully and she lifted her body, kneeling
above my glowing face and peering down at me.
"Good girl." Stacy smiled and reached down to give my
hard little clit a pinch through the thin silk of my
panties. I lifted my hips at the sensation and gave a
small yelp of surprise. "God, you're such a dyke!" Stacy
laughed and slowly got off of me, standing and
tightening her towel back into place while I lay there.
"Don't forget now, Friday night! He's going to pick you
up at eight o'clock sharp!" With that she disappeared
back into the hallway and a moment later I heard the
shower running.
I lay there, licking my lips and remembering the sweet
suffocation of having Stacy's pussy on my face. I
reached down to finger myself, pulling the G to the side
and rubbing my swollen lips and stiff clit with my
fingers with a desperate urgency. I was cumming quickly,
lifting my ass off the carpet and fucking my fingers
while I moaned loudly and bit my lip. So good, always so
good after Stacy was done with me. I wished just once
she would do this for me, the thought pushed me over the
peak and I was lost in heaven.
***
I really am a lesbian. I might as well tell you that
now. I never really "outted" myself; I mean Stacy has
always known, ever since the first time she made me lick
her when we were 13. That was an accident, but she
always says that I planned it. Like I seduced her into
wrestling me down, tickling me and pressing her pussy to
my face. Yeah right. Ummmm.So? What else was I supposed
to do?
Anyway, like I said I never told our parents or
anything. Daddy would have a heart attack and Mom, well,
who knows. She'd hug me and tell me it was alright, but
I'm so afraid of seeing betrayal in her eyes I've never
risked it. It isn't important anyway, it isn't who I am.
I'm not out to change the world or anything, I just want
to live my life and be me. I don't define myself by my
sexuality like Stacy thinks.
"How about her?" Stacy asked me for the 30th time that
night. It was Thursday, the day before Friday and my
'Big Date' and we were just sitting watching TV. Stacy
was watching TV, I was highlighting my Psychology notes.
"No." I sighed absently.
"Come on Dare! Jeeez!" Stacy called me Dare, nobody else
did because I hated it. My name is Darin, because our
Dad's name is Darren and according to family legend just
as Daddy was filling out the birth certificates Mom's
test results came back, she wouldn't be having any more
children.
No Junior in daddy's future, so he did the next best
thing. Crossed out Emily and wrote 'Darin' as if that
was somehow more feminine. If I ever do tell Dad I'm a
lesbian, I'll tell him it's because of my name... "Don't
you know? All Darin's are gay, Daddy!" Then I'd give him
a big hug. Yeah right.
"Daaare!" Stacy's voice rose and fell as she dragged my
name out in exasperation. "How about Meg?"
I glanced up. Stacy was watching 'City of Angels' and
Meg Ryan was walking around in her scrubs, looking good.
"It doesn't work like that, Stacy." I murmured.
"What do you mean 'It doesn't work like that'?" she
rolled her eyes "I'm ready to jump Nicholas Cage right
now, and you're telling me that Meg Ryan doesn't turn
you on?"
"Not right now Stacy, maybe if she made some popcorn and
kind of curled up on the couch with me...Well, who
knows." I grinned and raised my eyebrows suggestively.
"No way. I'm not making popcorn just so you can jump my
bones! Pervert!" Stacy stuck her tongue out at me.
"How's my homework coming anyway?"
"It's over there," I gestured to a messy stack next to
Frankenstein, "Make sure you read chapter 4, your
assignment note said 'Oral Quiz' in the fine print."
"Hey." I put the cap on my highlighter.
"Hey what?" Stacy replied, finally turning to look at me
when I didn't say anything for a moment.
"This date tomorrow, with Brad. He isn't going to try
anything, you know...Funny, is he?"
"What? Like fuck you? No way. Just tell him you got your
period, believe me he hates that!" Stacy gave a little
laugh "Ask him to stop by 7-11 after he picks you up."
"Why?"
Stacy laughed at me "So you can buy some pads! Tell him
you forgot to bring an extra and your really heavy. Ask
him to run in and get them, believe me he won't even
want a blowjob after that!"
"He's going to want a blowjob?" This was something I
hadn't really considered. I'd been on a couple dates
when I was in high school, just for appearance mostly,
but also to experiment. I'd never done more than just
rub a boy's penis through his jeans! I guess my face
said it all because Stacy was really laughing now.
"He might yeah, don't worry! Brad's nice, just tell him
you don't feel like it and he won't push you. I
promise."
"But doesn't...." I wasn't sure what part of what she
was saying was the truth and what was a joke.
Stacy cut me off "Don't worry Dare! Jesus! Just have
fun, you'll love it. If I thought there was any way
you'd let my boyfriend fuck you, I'd never have thought
of this!" She was smiling that smile and I had to laugh
at her logic. Whatever it was.
***
"You're fat" Stacy was looking at the same reflection in
the mirror I was and I shrugged.
"I'm the same size as you, what do you mean I'm fat?" I
was wearing her new black dress, a clingy thing with
spaghetti straps and a hem that fell about 3 inches too
high for my taste. But it did look good. My braless
breasts looked like they were propped on a shelf and the
dress wasn't padded in the least; the nubs of my nipples
were plainly visible bumps and I frowned slightly as I
grabbed my boobs and shifted them slightly.
"Don't do that, you'll look like a plastic surgery
disaster." Sure enough as soon as I took my hands away
my 34C's looked more like a 34C and a 36B. Stacy sighed
impatiently and lifted the straps, pulling the dress
away from my so that my breasts went back to their
natural position. She let the straps go and they sprang
back like rubber bands.
"Ouch!" I turned one way and then the other, it looked
pretty good. The dress hugged my body as my waist
narrowed and then gave way to pleasing curve of my hips.
There might be a little baby fat there I thought, but
not in the bad way! I smoothed the dress one last time
and grabbed Stacy's new shoes off the bed. "Aren't you
going to get ready? What time is Richard picking you
up?"
Stacy was still wearing her old hipsters and a long
faded halter top that I think had been mine, once upon a
time. She nodded "He's not picking me up until nine.
He's taking me out for Thai food!" Stacy licked her
lips, "Romantic huh?"
I started bending over and lifting my right foot to put
on a shoe but my sister stopped me with a worrisome
clucking. "What now?" I asked wearily, straightening up,
because I knew it had to be something she didn't like.
"Take of your panties," Stacy said suddenly, crossing to
her dresser and opening the top drawer. "I can see the
lines. It looks bad." She pulled out a little silver g-
string and held it up.
"Wear this instead." I thought about arguing, but what
was the point? I hiked up the tight skirt and hooked my
thumbs into the French bikinis I had on and pulled them
off. I tossed them on the bed and took the G from her
hand without a word, stepping into them and pulling them
up. I gave her a pained look as I adjusted the all too
narrow crotch and straightened the back so it split the
smooth globes of my ass. I pulled the skirt back down,
smoothing it.
"There. How's that?" I asked sarcastically, but Stacy
ignored me.
She ran a hand along my butt and up to my hip. "I can
still see it."
"So what? Underwear is sexy! He should see it, right?" I
didn't really care if it was sexy or not. I was just
getting tired of Stacy fussing over every little detail.
I could careless if Brad saw it or not, but that didn't
matter to Stacy.
"Take it off."
"No, come on, Stacy" I whined but found myself doing as
she ordered anyway. I pulled off the thong and handed it
to her. "Well?" I asked, standing there with her dress
pulled up around my waist, my bare shaven sex exposed.
"What next?"
"That's it, fix your dress."
"What?" I looked at my sister with disbelief. "I'm not
going out without underwear! What do you think of me?"
"Dare, look it's just for one night! Please!" She took
on a reasonable tone. "It looked bad, really. You're not
supposed to wear anything under a dress like that,
believe me."
I didn't like it. I unconsciously pushed my thighs
together and it felt strange. The last time I'd gone out
without panties on I was probably 4 years old.
"Nobody is going to know, Darin! God! It's not like the
end of the world if you don't wear panties!" She was
trying to make me feel guilty now and I sighed.
"Fine, right." I went back to putting on the shoes,
pinching my toes as they slipped into the black leather.
"What size shoe do you wear?"
She laughed and picked up a hairbrush from the dresser,
trying to brush my hair while I was buckling the strap
on the right shoe. "The same size as you! I just buy
better shoes." She pulled the brush through my hair and
the sudden tug pulled me a little off balance.
"Hey! Stacy, I've gone on a date before you know!" I
twisted my shoulder length blonde hair away from Stacy
and her stupid hairbrush. "And this isn't even a real
date! I cant believe I'm doing this!"
"Well, he's my boyfriend!" Stacy said, folding her arms
and watching as I put on the other shoe.
"Exactly" I shook my head, and giggled. "Don't be such a
bonehead! Give me the brush."
Stacy held it out petulantly and I brushed my hair
slowly. It was already fine, but I did it just to please
her. She always worried about her dates and I never
understood why. Maybe for the same reason I was a little
nervous when I went out with my girlfriends? I smiled at
that, well that was perfectly understandable. Wasn't it?
And I wasn't anywhere as bad as Stacy!
About that time the doorbell rang and Stacy grabbed my
hands in hers "Don't forget! You're Stacy tonight!" She
whispered it, as if Brad might somehow hear us. I just
nodded and rolled my eyes.
"Well, you better answer the door, DARE." I said,
emphasizing my name to exaggerate the way Stacy said it.
She left the bedroom and I grabbed a lipstick real
quick, checking the color and tossing it back. I picked
up the right one and put it on slowly while I heard
Stacy and Brad talking in the living room.
They were laughing about something, but I couldn't tell
what, and I thought she'd better not overdo it. I wasn't
known for my sense of humor with Stacy's boyfriends.
Brad was nicer than most, but I knew he thought I was a
bitch anyway. Now I was going out with him. I blinked at
myself in the mirror, wondering what the hell I'd gotten
into.
Brad smiled at me as I entered the living room. "Hi
gorgeous!" He looked at Stacy and she smiled at him.
"Go get her tiger!" she said and I groaned inwardly,
giving her a quick warning look and then recovering to
smile at Brad. He looked good, for a guy. Kind of like
Brad Pitt, with that same boyish face and innocent
dimples, but he was a little bigger all around. His
black hair was combed straight back and he had nice
brown eyes and a jaw line that made you think he
belonged outside, out west someplace. Yeah, a cowboy.
That's Brad.
I walked over and he leaned down to kiss me but I turned
my cheek. "Lipstick." I explained with a soft voice in
his ear.
He kissed me briefly and put a hand on my shoulder,
turning to Stacy. "Don't wait up!" He laughed and I did
my best Stacy giggle, which was pretty good; this wasn't
the first time we'd traded places after all! I grabbed a
wrap out of the closet and smiled politely as Brad held
the door for me. I took a deep breath of cool evening
air and waved goodbye to Stacy with a quick wiggle of my
fingers.
***
We went out to dinner first, and it was nice. Brad was
funny and he kept me entertained all through the meal,
which was good because comfortable as I was being Stacy,
this wasn't some English prof who only knew her by name.
Brad had been going out with my sister for nearly a year
and there were bound to be things that I had no idea
about. I was on my toes though and every time Brad began
talking about "us" I'd steer us onto something else,
something generic and safe. Like Darin?
"So what is the deal with your sister, anyway?" Brad
asked with a gleam of mischief in his eye.
"What do you mean?" I was innocent and took a small bite
of my salad with as much nonchalance as I could muster.
"I mean she acted almost normal tonight. Usually I come
over and she's acts like I'm a total stranger." Brad
sipped his water, "I mean, I know she plays for the
other team, but come on. I'm not that bad am I?"
"Plays for the other team?" My fork was suspended in
mid-air. I hadn't hear that one before, but I knew what
it meant.
"Yeah, you know, she's..."
"Yeah, I know. She's my sister, remember?" I said it a
bit testily and I softened my face immediately. "Sorry,
I didn't mean..."
"Yeah, I know."
Brad was going to figure it, I thought in a momentary
flash of panic. Darin was acting like Stacy, and now
Stacy is acting like Darin. Yikes. I reached over and
grabbed hi hand, squeezing it briefly. "She likes you,
don't worry about it. She just doesn't really understand
why..." I wasn't sure what to say. Here I was trying to
talk about me the way I thought Stacy might, but I
wondered if I really knew what Stacy would say.
"Why you like guys and she doesn't?" Brad laughed then
and his eyes twinkled a little as his good mood
returned. He leaned over the table, reaching beneath
with one arm so he could stroke my leg. "You know why
*you* like guys." he whispered it and gave me a squeeze
just above my knee for punctuation.
Right then I cursed myself silently for not remembering
Stacy's advice. I suppose I could have still lied, still
told him I was on my period, but how rude would that
have been? Sitting at the dinner table, the poor man
would probably run screaming, if what Stacy had told me
was true. Brad kept massaging my leg and he looked at me
as though it were a Kodak moment and we should have been
kissing.
I lifted my fork with a soft laugh, forced but still
okay. "Down boy. Finish your dinner or you won't get any
desert." It came out without thinking, double-entendre
is fun, but not when it's accidental!
Brad grinned and lifted his hand, sitting back and
resuming his meal. "Oh yeah, Stacy!" he said, "We don't
want to miss out on desert, do we?" I just smiled and
closed my eyes, wondering what I was going to do.
***
He was back on his best behavior by the time we left the
restaurant, thank goodness, but it had gotten chilly
while we'd been inside eating. I felt my nipples
hardening to my dismay and the draft blowing up inside
my skirt was an unexpected surprise as well. I never
realized just how much protection even the smallest pair
of panties afforded. I shivered and Brad took this as an
invitation I think, putting his arm around me as we
walked to the car.
"Cool tonight, isn't it?" he asked and I nodded
silently. "Cat got your tongue?"
"What? Sorry?" I really didn't know what to say. I'd
been thinking how nice it would be if Gina had been with
me instead of Brad. My current girlfriend was an Italian
girl, really from Italy, and absolutely wonderful to be
with. I wondered what she was doing right then and
wished that whatever it was, I was doing it with her.
"Hey."
Brad had stopped walking and I stopped too.
"Hey." He repeated softly and I turned, tilting my head
up to look at him.
What is it?" I started to say, but I didn't get very
far. He pressed his lips to mine, enfolding me in his
arms. I felt myself going stiff against him, but I
couldn't help my instinctive resistance. The tip of his
tongue entered my surprised mouth and then I was
pressing my palms to his chest, pushing him gently away.
"Mmmmm..." I said, gathering my wits and trying to sound
like my sister. "If you keep that up, we'll never get
out of the parking lot!" I grinned at him, but I think
he saw something else in my eyes. Brad's hands were
still on my hips and he gave me a little squeeze.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I thought..." His voice trailed off and
I almost felt a pang of guilt, but not really. Making
out with Brad in the parking lot, or anyplace else for
that matter, was the very last thing I wanted in the
world. I just wanted to get this stupid date over with.
Wherever Stacy was right then, she'd better be having
the time of her life, I thought
Once in the car and on our way to the club Brad started
talking again. "Uh, Stacy, are you feeling okay?" There
was real concern in his voice I think and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm just kind of tired I guess. You know how it
is, huh?" I looked at him hopefully in the soft glow of
the dashboard light.
"Yeah, I know." Brad paused for a second and then added
"Maybe we should just skip the club, I could take you
home and maybe just relax a bit. Take it easy tonight."
"Ummmmm...." I bought myself a few more seconds to
think, wondering how Stacy would react if our dated
ended less than 2 hours after it started. It wouldn't be
my fault, would it? I mean Brad knows something's up,
right? I'd just tell her that I thought it would be
better to play it safe. "Yeah, Brad, I think maybe
that's a good idea....Uh, are you sure you don't mind
though?" I tried to put a measure of regret in my voice.
"I know you really want to check this place out, so..."
"No, don't be silly." Brad smiled at me and moved a hand
to my knee. "It'll still be open next week, we'll go
then, okay?"
"Sure, yeah." I murmured. He was taking me home! Thank
God! I saw the clock on the dash and it was barely
10:00, still time to call Gina I thought. She could come
over and I could tell her all about this stupid idea of
my sister's. She'd think it was funny as hell and that
thought made me smile in the darkness.
***
The lights were out when we arrived back at the house
and Brad pulled into the driveway and turned off the
engine. We sat there in the darkness for a long moment.
I knew he was waiting for me to invite him in and I was
trying to think of a nice way to say goodnight. My
fingers were itching to dial Gina's number.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I sighed softly.
"Well... I guess..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and let it
slap back into place. I started reaching for the door
handle, giving Brad an apologetic smile.
"Yeah." Brad reached over, he wasn't letting go that
easily. His leather jacket creaking softly and Brad
moved his hand across my shoulder, behind my neck. He
was gently pulling me closer, while his other hand slid
across my bare thigh.
He wanted a goodnight kiss, I thought. It seemed like a
logical thing, especially if it would get him to say
goodnight. I let him pull me into his kiss, but I placed
my hands in my lap, guarding my bare treasure from his
fingers as his hand slid under the hem of my skirt.
I felt nothing emotionally, except maybe a slight
repulsion. It wasn't like I was going to be ill or
anything, it just wasn't a turn on at all. But I
pretended like it was the best kiss of my young life. I
let his tongue part my lips and I teased it with my own.
Compared to Gina, Brad's mouth seemed too large, his
movements clumsy and harsh. I sucked his tongue and
sighed with feigned passion when Brad moved his hand
from my leg to my breasts. He rubbed my left breast
tenderly, using his palm before digging his fingers
against the silk of my dress, squeezing me.
My nipples hardened easily, reacting purely to the
stimulation that my mind was ignoring. He wasn't the
first boy I'd let cop a feel, but I hoped he'd be the
last. We kissed like that for several minutes, with Brad
pressing himself closer and closer, until he was
straddling the console between our seats and I was
backed against the door. He'd slipped one breast
completely from my dress, massaging it a little harder
now. This was going too far, I thought, and I pulled my
mouth from his.
Our breathing was heavy and my lips felt slightly
swollen and bruised. He wasn't a very good kisser, he
was just a bit too eager, a little too enthusiastic for
my taste. "Too much testosterone." I said softly with a
shake of my head.
"Huh?" Brad was grinning at me. "You're too much! You
taste so good, baby." He leaned over again and I
couldn't evade his hungry kiss. I tried to pretend it
was Gina who was kissing me, nibbling softly at my lips
before delving into the warm wet depths of my mouth.
That made it a little better, a little easier to return
his passion like I meant it.
His hands were once again on my body, baring both
breasts now, thumbing and pinching my nipples. They were
like hard little pebbles and despite myself I could feel
a dampness between my thighs. This was getting to be too
much, I thought. I'm thinking of my girlfriend while my
sister's boyfriend makes out with me. There was
something very wrong with that picture.
It got suddenly even more wrong when Brad finally worked
his way fully on top of me, so that he was kneeling
between my spread legs, his chest pressed to my
unfettered breasts and his hands in my hair while he
worked his tongue deeply into my mouth. I could feel him
grinding, dry humping me like a teenager and I was
repulsed by how quickly this was getting out of hand.
I shook my head and pushed at him so that our kiss broke
finally. I looked at him and tried to tell him I'd had
enough, that I just wasn't in the mood tonight
and...Well, he'd have to go now.
Brad surprised me by nodding, "Yeah, sure Stacy, I
understand." He frowned slightly and carefully, slowly
got off of me, sliding back into the drive's seat.
He hadn't sounded like he understood and I rolled my
eyes as I fixed my dress, stretching the material to get
my tits back where they belonged. I knew he was unhappy
with the way the night had gone, and who could blame
him? Maybe if I told him who I was, that he'd actually
gotten to 2nd base with a lesbian he might feel better,
I thought with an inward smile. Guys were like that; one
guy I'd turned down 3 times for a date finally told me a
lesbian was just a girl who hadn't met the right man.
Yeah, right.
Well, there just wasn't anything else I could do for
Stacy, or for Brad. It was 10:30 already, we'd been
sitting here half an hour and I knew it was getting too
late to call Gina. I just wanted to take a bath and go
to bed. I knew Saturday was going to be a long day when
Stacy found out how I'd single handedly destroyed her
relationship.
"Good night Brad, thanks for a really nice evening." I
tried to sound optimistic, but it sounded like a 'Dear
John' letter the way I said it. I knew I'd never have to
go out with him again, Stacy would, but Brad thought I
was Stacy...So he didn't get my tone at all.
Brad smiled weakly and kissed me on the cheek. "Sure,
goodnight Stacy. I'll call you sometime, okay?"
And that, I knew, meant 'Don't hold your breath' and
Stacy was going to be royally pissed off at me. It was
making me a little mad too, now that I was thinking
about it. They'd been going out for months and one bad
date and Brad's running away? What an asshole! He didn't
deserve Stacy! The fact that Stacy was out doing God
knew what with another guy at that precise moment didn't
escape me totally. But she's my sister so, you know...
And that was when I decided I couldn't let it end like
that, no matter what I thought, Stacy did trust me to
take care of her. If that meant making sure a numb nuts
like Brad called her the next day, then I guess that was
that.
I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, I didn't have
any kind of plan or anything. But I was sure something
would come up; I'd just let him kiss me some more, maybe
find a good movie on TV, something old and romantic and
sure to put him to sleep. It sounds naive, I know, but
at the time I was desperate.
"Would you like to come in for a little bit Brad?" I was
actually hoping he'd be mad enough to say no, tomorrow
he'd feel guilty because I had offered and then he'd be
sure to call back, apologizing for screwing everything
up. Guys were so predictable, the only hard part was
creating that perfect emotional peak for them to leap
from.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Brad sounded hurt but hopeful
and it occurred to me that he might be playing me the
same way. He'd certainly be better at it, although I had
intuitive instinct on my side, Brad had experience.
Yikes! See how my mind wanders... I know that you know
that I know that... It gets ridiculous and in the end it
didn't matter because 3 minutes later we were standing
in the living room.
***
To be continued soon I hope... Stacy comes home from her
date with Richard to find her sister Darin giving her
boyfriend Brad a blowjob in an effort to keep him and
her sister happy. There is little understanding however,
and Stacy keeps their roles reversed, watching with
satisfaction when Brad eventually gives Darin her first
real fuck... Much to Darin's dismay!
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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