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Two Dashes of Mid-Summer - 1
by Endrael (endrael@yahoo.com)
***
The first installment of my first attempt at an erotica
e-novel. Herein we are introduced to Mike (the narrator
of the tale), Sara (the central love interest), and
Sara's bouncy sister Kim, and discover some of the
early stages of the relationships among them. (MF-
teens, reluc, inc, exh, 1st, mast, oral)
***
Author's Note: Two Dashes is heavy on character
development throughout, so for those expecting a quick
nitty-gritty, it's best to go seeking elsewhere.
Part 1 - Sara
CHAPTER 1
Sara and I started seeing each other seriously sometime
during our junior year in high school, although she had
caught my attention the year before, but I didn't truly
notice her until she did something she wasn't even
aware of at the time.
It had been morning, sometime in the fall, and the sun
was shining down through a light haze of fog. She
happened to be wearing a long skirt that day that was
made of heavy, tie-dye fabric which was also,
apparently, sheer when light fell through it. She had
been standing in the sun, talking with someone, when I
looked her way, more because it's my habit to look
around at things when I'm walking somewhere, and I
stopped, captured.
Loose strands of her waist length, auburn hair stood
out like a halo around her head, caught and set alight
by the sun behind her, and I could see the silhouette
of her spread legs in the rainbow of her skirt. She was
wearing a plain white shirt with long sleeves, and the
sun brightened that, too, so she appeared to be
glowing. I have that image burned into memory still,
and I watched her for another few seconds before
continuing to where ever it was I had been heading.
I put the scene to paper that afternoon at home and
colored it, one of the very few pieces I've bothered
doing that with, though I kept the colors subtle on
everything but her and the sun. I went searching for
her the next day at school, finally catching her during
lunch while she was heading out of the cafeteria.
"Sara?" I asked, touching her shoulder. I hadn't been
sure of her name at the time, since I hadn't seen her
before starting high school and we'd never had any
classes together, so I hoped I had it right.
She turned, lifting her eyebrows at me.
"Yes?"
"Can I talk with you?"
She shrugged.
"Sure. Why?"
I headed over to stand in the shade of a tree that
stood next to one of the low walls that lined the
outside walkways on campus, and she fell in beside me.
"I have something for you."
"For me? You're the artist guy, right? The one
everyone's always saying is really good?"
"I don't know if everyone says that, but yeah, that's
me."
"But I haven't asked you to do anything for me."
"I know," I said, smiling and chuckling. "But that
isn't why I did this drawing or why I want you to have
it."
I dropped my pack on the wall and rummaged in it,
extricating the folder I kept my drawings in. I pulled
out the drawing I had done the day before and held it
up for her to look at.
"Oh my god. That's gorgeous." She leaned in to look at
it more closely. "Is that me?"
"Yeah."
"Oh god." She blushed, deep red. "I had no idea that
happened with that dress. God, that's embarrassing."
I smiled.
"I don't see any reason to be embarrassed about being
beautiful. I drew this from memory, yesterday
afternoon, because seeing you like that was probably
one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I can
still see you like that as if I'm looking right now.
Sorry if that seems like a bad come on or something."
"Really?"
"Really."
She blushed even more.
"Thank you. But I'm really not that beautiful, like
you've drawn me."
"I could argue that."
Which was true. I was studying her while we talked, and
she was a lot more attractive than I had initially
thought her. Not super-model beautiful, no, but most
definitely attractive. Her eyebrows highlighted her
eyes, rich green ringed with hazel, which I still think
are her most beautiful feature, and which make her
unique, as I've never seen anyone else with eyes like
hers. A gently curved nose. Soft lips, full but not
overly so, which lifted into a wonderful arc when she
smiled. All framed by her hair, which had a slight,
curvy wave to it. Her arms were lithe, and she had
pretty breasts. Probably a B cup, if I were to guess.
Her stomach and waist were a nicely full hourglass
shape, which was more hinted at than seen, since she
was wearing fairly loose clothing.
She watched me for a few seconds, blush slowly
receding, then gave a small smile.
"You could, I'm sure. Please don't. I don't like it."
I lifted a hand and brought it to her face, and she
watched me more intently. I traced my fingers lightly
over her cheek, then brushed her hair back behind her
ear. I smiled as I dropped my hand back to my side.
I was surprised she had let me do that, and only
learned later that she had been eyeing me while I
hadn't been doing the same to her. Fortunate little
coincidence that I had seen her the day before and had
a reason then to approach her.
"All right," I agreed, then glanced down at the lunch
tray she held, then back at her. "You want to eat
together?"
She smiled again, more fully this time. I was already
starting to love her smile.
"Sure."
We spent the rest of our lunch breaks together that
year, talking and getting to know each other, and got
together once a week or so during the summer. We went
together to registration for our junior year and
scheduled five of our eight classes for the semester to
be the same, so we ended up seeing a lot of each other.
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CHAPTER 2
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We were both self-proclaimed exiles from the social
distortions and narrow little cliques that make up the
atmosphere of the student body of all high schools, so
in that respect, it wasn't a surprise to anyone when we
got together.
Sara was a wallflower, not especially social, which I
learned was because she didn't want to concern herself
with the petty rumor mongering and status poaching of
all the pointless cliques and groups. I think part of
her dislike of the social pecking order was caused by
her not fitting the design for beauty that's commonly
accepted by high schoolers. She's attractive, as I've
described already, but, despite her regular exercise,
her body is of the stubborn type, possessing a
metabolism that keeps her slightly pudgy regardless of
what she does to make it otherwise.
I'll note here that she is by no means fat, for those
of you who equate that with pudgy. She stands five
eight and usually averages about a hundred and sixty
pounds, though with her build, it's almost
unnoticeable. Her exercise keeps her well toned and
gives her an amazing amount of stamina, which is a good
match for her almost inexhaustible libido.
The second reason for her choosing to ignore the social
games of high school, I think, is she was, and is, a
bookworm. She's rarely without something to read: books
on physics, biology, history, or some other science,
and usually some novel or other packed away to
complement it. She literally reads everything. The only
thing I've never known her to even glance at is
westerns. I've asked her about this, and she just
shrugged and said they never even registered on her
radar as something to read.
Sara also has a sister, Kim, younger by two years
almost exactly, who I've also ended up getting involved
with by extension of being with Sara. Unlike Sara, Kim
flitted among the social strata of the high school
world like a chameleon, scurrying from one group or
clique to another and getting to know everybody. Plenty
of rumor said she was a slut, though I'd never heard
even a single word about anyone she had supposedly
slept with to garner that reputation. Sara, when we
started getting to know each other, just laughed about
it and said there was nothing that could be said that
would be more wrong about Kim, which I had figured was
the case.
Likely it was Kim's social free-wheeling combined with
her looks that started the rumors. Unlike Sara, she
fits, in every way, the expected model of high school
beauty. She has great legs, a wonderful ass, incredible
breasts, shapely arms, a mesmerizing face, gorgeous
hair. Basically, she has a perfect body, she knows it,
and she loves to flaunt it. She would have been a
cheerleader if she had any inclination for it, and
she's often mistaken for one.
For my part, I was popular enough, if being well known
could be termed popular. I drew a lot, and did it well,
which, I've noticed, draws no end of amazement from
anyone younger than college age. I was bothered a lot
to do pictures for people, usually dragons and fairies
and unicorns, and repeatedly declined unless it was
something I found particularly interesting.
I started charging for it sometime in my sophomore
year, twenty bucks here, fifty there, thirty for this,
seventy for that, so I usually had at least a bit of
spending money on me, especially with the steady stream
of odd ball things people asked me to draw for them.
The tweakers and pot-heads were especially inventive,
and I usually enjoyed those more than any of the
others, though their numbers steadily declined over the
four years of high school existence as they dropped
out.
Beyond that, I was pointedly anti-social to most
everyone. Ninety percent or more of the people who made
up the student body fascinated me not at all, so,
rather than be bored by them, I just made them go away.
It usually worked, though I got bitched out a few times
for it, typically to the effect that I was an asshole.
I just shrugged and blew it off. I suppose I could have
fit the angsty-artist-type cliché, and I'm sure there
was a rumor or two floating about that said as much.
Not that any of it was ever actually mentioned to me,
as is the norm for the high school status quo.
Toward the end of our junior year, Sara and I had
gotten to know each other pretty well, and we had
fallen into the habit of flirting with each other
rather heavily. It was during one of our innuendo laden
conversations during lunch break that the first of the
major changes between us started. We had been talking
about birthday presents, since her birthday was over
the summer, and Kim's was a little less than two weeks
after hers. We were chattering quietly so as to avoid
some idiot wandering by and overhearing and starting
some asinine rumor.
We were sitting in the shade under one of the trees on
campus, Sara sitting cross-legged and leaning against
the trunk and me sitting cross-legged facing her. She
was wearing an almost too short skirt, which was just
loose enough that I could see her panties if she would
only just move a tiny little bit. Needless to say, my
attention was more on that rather specific something
than on what we were actually talking about and she
knew it. She would shift around occasionally, her skirt
moving as she did but never quite revealing what I was
wanting to see, which drove me insane.
It was a game we had been playing for a while now, and
we loved the tension it added to our conversations. So
far she had managed to avoid letting me see anything
more than her bare thighs, and I was beginning to think
today would be more of the same, though I tried to
catch a glimpse of more, nonetheless.
"Would you do something for me, Mike?" Sara asked
She leaned forward, her skirt lifting as she lifted her
legs to keep her balance and her hands dropping to
block my view. I cursed inwardly at being so cleverly
denied and smiled outwardly.
"You?" I asked benignly, which got me a laugh and an
almost glimpse.
"Maybe sometime," she said, smiling innocently. "But I
was thinking something else. I was thinking something
special for Kim for her birthday."
Her eyes flicked over to where Kim was talking
animatedly with the group she was currently part of,
which I barely registered, even though I was looking at
her face at the time. My mind was still too fixedly
elsewhere.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Um... Could you draw something?"
Her cheeks reddened a bit, and she tightened her hands
around the bottom hem of her skirt, which diverted my
attention briefly. Still no glimpse, but it did reveal
enough that I could see the gentle swell of her ass
from her thighs. She brought her hands down after a
second that seemed quite a lot longer than it was, and
I looked up at her again. She was blushing even more,
and she turned her eyes down to her lap, an embarrassed
smile on her face.
"Do I get anything special out of it?"
I smiled as her blush deepened. I loved making her do
that. A natural enhancement to a woman's beauty, I
thought.
"Um... It's part of the project."
She squirmed a bit and cast a quick glance up at me
before looking down at her lap again, fidgeting.
"Oh really? What kind of project is it that I get
something special just by doing it?"
"Um..."
"Um?"
She got even redder, which was a surprising feat. I
pressed a hand against her cheek, which was hot, and
she shivered. I smiled and caressed her cheek and neck,
and she leaned into my hand, purring. I pulled away
after a few seconds, and she shivered again, tightening
her hands even more on the hem of her skirt. She drew
in a deep breath to steady herself and let it out
slowly.
"Could you... come over to my place this afternoon? So
I can tell you what I want?"
She lifted her eyes and looked at me, nervous, her
blush receding. I smiled, leaning forward and planting
my elbows on my knees to support myself.
"For the beauty of a blushing lady, you need not ask
twice."
I grinned as her face reddened again and she smiled.
She squirmed a bit, then drew her skirt up several
inches, and I lost my breath for the several seconds
she held it there. She was wearing black, see-through
panties, and they stuck to her pussy where her juices
had soaked them. She was shaved smooth and very turned
on, her pussy almost as red as her face, and I could
see the nub of her clitoris poking against the
flimsiness of her panties. She rocked her hips twice,
slowly, then smiled as she lowered her skirt again.
She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out in front
of her as she leaned toward me. I smoothed one hand
over her cheek to the back of her neck as she drew
close, intending to give her a kiss, but she moved past
me and whispered in my ear.
"I'm going to need to make a bathroom visit because of
you, sir," she said, trailing a finger up my thigh.
"But I can't do it until I'm home because I'm too
noisy. If I didn't enjoy it so much, I would hit you
for getting me all hot and bothered every day and not
able to do anything about it for hours at a time."
I laughed and grinned, then pulled her back enough that
I could kiss her. She purred, and we would have kissed
longer if the campus administration weren't so anal
about shows of affection.
"Can I consider that payment for this project?" I
whispered to her.
"The kiss?" She smiled, coy.
"No. Getting to watch you get yourself off."
She blushed again, squeezing her legs together as she
pressed a fist against the top of her thighs near her
belly. Her nipples were straining hard against her bra
and making little bumps against her shirt, I noticed. I
cast a quick look around to see if there were any of
the campus administration around, saw none, and pinched
her nipples. Not very effectively, since her bra was in
the way, but it was enough. I grinned as she gasped and
drew in a sharp breath, shivering and tightening her
fist and legs even more.
"Are those a yes?" I asked, acting innocent.
She purred, flexing her thighs together rhythmically.
"Maybe. We'll see what happens when you come over."
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CHAPTER 3
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I arrived at Sara's house at about three thirty, a
little shy of two hours after school had let out. It
would have been sooner, but I needed to get some more
art supplies, namely paper, and run some errands. Sara
hadn't said anything about the size of the pictures she
wanted done, so I brought along sheets of varying sizes
so she could choose what one she wanted.
She met me at the door, dragging me into the house and
pressing against me as she wrapped her arms around my
neck and gave me a hard, passionate kiss. That caught
me off guard, as we hadn't moved much past teasing each
other, and it took me a second to realize what was
happening. I dropped the folio I was carrying and put
my arms around her, one hand falling to the small of
her back and the other to her ass, pressing her even
harder against me. She ground her hips against me,
another surprise, then pulled back and shoved me away.
"I haven't gotten off yet," she said quietly, shifting
from one foot to the other. "I've been masturbating
about every twenty minutes or so since getting home,
but haven't let myself cum. I wanted to wait and see
what it would be like doing it in front of you."
I grinned and dragged her back over, holding her
against me again and giving her another kiss. She
rocked her hips against me some more, slowly, and I
massaged her ass through her skirt.
"It's certainly made the greeting memorable," I said in
her ear, and I felt her blush against my cheek. I
nibbled her earlobe, another first, making her shiver,
then drew back and looked at her. "So what's this
project you want me to do?"
"Um..." She reddened some more, dropping her eyes from
mine, then lifted them back as she started fidgeting.
"Can I... um... Can I explain in my room? I don't want
to talk here. More privacy in my room. Mom's home, and
she wouldn't care if she heard, but I don't want dad or
Kim finding out, if they happen to come back anytime
soon from where ever they went."
Now my curiosity was definitely piqued. Not that it
hadn't been before, mind you. What could possibly make
Sara nervous about asking me to draw something for Kim?
And why would her mom not care? I was about to find
out, apparently.
I nodded and picked up my folio, and Sara took my free
hand and led me up to her room. I could feel her hand
shaking.
"You don't need to be nervous about asking for a
drawing, you know," I said as we climbed the stairs.
"Yes I do," she answered, almost terse.
"Why?"
She only shook her head, and we stepped into her room.
She drew me in, then closed the door and leaned against
it. She looked almost sick, and I dropped my folio
against her bed and moved over to her, pulling her into
a hug. She tensed as I held her, rubbing her back. She
only tensed more, and I stopped my hand.
"What's so hard about asking for a drawing?"
"It isn't that. It's why I'm asking that I'm worried
about." She was relaxing slightly, but was still rigid
against me. She turned her head and looked up at me. "I
like you, Mike. Probably even love you, but I don't
know. I do like you a lot, though, and I... We haven't
ever talked about... I don't want anything to happen
that might... push us apart."
I blinked at her. Today was turning into nothing but
one big surprise. I lifted one hand and brushed her
hair out of her face, sticking it behind her ear, then
gave her a gentle kiss.
"I like you, too. Probably even love you, too." She
smiled a bit at that, but still looked like she was
going to be sick, and she was still tense. "I'd like us
to be together more closely, too. There's no reason you
need to be nervous about asking me to do a drawing or
two or three for you for Kim."
"There is, though." She screwed her face up in
frustration and started shaking. She closed her eyes
and drew in a deep, slow breath, then shook her head
sharply, pushing me away. "I need to go for a minute.
I'll be back. I feel sick."
And then she was out the door. The door of the upstairs
bathroom slammed a second later, and I sat on the bed
to wait. I pulled out paper and pens and pencils while
I sat there, sorting them, needlessly, into neat piles
next to me on the crumpled blanket. Better than just
sitting there and getting even more confused about what
was going on, at least.
I was doodling on a small sheet of paper when Sara came
back some minutes later, looking much better than she
had when she'd rushed off. I looked up at her as she
stepped into the room and closed the door again, then
watched her as she crossed to sit in her computer
chair. She was fidgety still. I set my doodles aside
and started to absently twirl my pencil around my
fingers, watching her.
"What do you want me to draw?" I asked after a moment
when it became clear she was still trying to figure out
what to say.
"Me."
Yet another surprise. I was silent for a second,
furrowing my brow. Not entirely unusual, really, when
compared to some of the other stuff I'd been asked to
draw before.
"You?"
Sara nodded, playing with the bottom edge of her shirt.
She was leaning forward, eyes looking at my feet.
"Ok. That'll be easy enough."
I started to turn to sort through my stack of paper,
then looked back to Sara as she looked up at me,
surprised.
"Really? You'll do it? I haven't... I haven't told you
how I want you to draw me, though."
"How do you want me to draw you, then?"
"I... Um..."
She was shaking again, more than she had been before,
and she swallowed, then leaned back and pulled her
shirt up and off, rolled her hips and shucked her
skirt, as well, then draped her legs over the arms of
her chair. She had removed her bra and panties during
her visit to the bathroom, apparently, as she was
completely naked. She watched me nervously, her hands
wandering aimlessly over her body, as if she were
trying to decide what or if she should cover anything.
She turned and opened one of the drawers of her desk,
pulled out a towel, then folded it and lifted off the
chair to put it under her ass.
I just blinked and gaped, caught completely off-guard.
If I hadn't been so dumbfounded, a few things would
probably have clicked at that moment and I'd have
understood a little more clearly what was going on.
"Uh..." was all I managed instead.
Sara started to close her legs, changed her mind, and
covered herself with her hands instead, which still
left her breasts bare. It registered on me, slowly,
that she was blushing profusely, even her chest and
stomach shaded red, and her nipples were dark and hard.
"Um... Can I... ask why?" I managed to force out after
a minute. I was transfixed. She was the first woman I'd
seen naked if movies and porn were excluded.
"Because... um... me and Kim... we... um..."
She was trembling, and she rocked her hips forward,
matching that movement with her hands, slowly rubbing
her pussy. She closed her eyes and continued, her blush
receding as she focused more on what she was doing, and
I just watched, none of what she had said having
actually registered on me.
She leaned her head back, a soft moan escaping her as
she started to rub herself more vigorously, though
still slowly. It didn't take her long to get herself
flowing, which seemed to confirm what she had told me
when she'd greeted me at the door. She was worked up
and had been most of the day, and even her nervousness
didn't seem enough to quench it. She dipped her fingers
into herself and started massaging her juices all over
her pussy.
It finally dawned on me what she had been saying, as
her breathing started to quicken, and she lifted her
head and looked dazedly at me as I spoke, working her
clit between two of her fingers while she did.
"You and Kim what?"
"Oh."
She shivered, arching her hips up and off the chair as
she pinched hard on her clit, whimpering. She held that
way for several seconds, trembling, head dropped back
again, then gave her clit a sharp twist as she released
it, making her shudder and cry out softly, and slumped
back into the chair. She returned her attention to me,
shaking and clenching her hands on the ends of the
armrests, reaching over her legs to do it and leaving
her completely exposed.
"We're lovers," she breathed, voice quivering, just as
her thighs were.
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CHAPTER 4
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"Ah. That explains wanting the nude pictures."
Obviously this revelation hadn't sunk in, in the
slightest, and wouldn't for some hours yet. I was far
too distracted with watching Sara and her body and
wondering how I was going to manage working with such a
painfully hard erection.
She nodded and let one of her hands stray from gripping
the armrest to stroke up her thigh toward her pussy.
She stopped just short, shaking, and lightly stroked
her thighs and around her glistening mound, teasing
herself. I just watched, mesmerized.
"Well?" she asked after a minute, and I started,
looking up at her.
"Huh?"
"That doesn't bother you?"
"Does what bother me?"
"That me and Kim... that we... have sex."
She started massaging herself again as I blinked
stupidly at her, trying unsuccessfully to get my brain
to reengage. Autopilot had taken over and was
apparently unwilling to hand over the controls.
"Should it?"
She moaned softly, scooping up more of her juices and
spreading them on her pussy, making her even wetter
than she already was, then started to slowly circle a
finger on her clit. She shivered, beginning to rock her
hips again.
"It would bother most people," she breathed, leaning
her head back and half-closing her eyes, staring at me
with her mouth half-open. She licked her lips. "Can I
cum?"
"Whuh?"
"Cum? Can I? Please? I need to so bad. I just barely
caught myself a minute ago."
Drawing. I was supposed to be drawing this, wasn't I?
"Not yet," I said, shaking my head. "That's payment for
the drawing, and I haven't finished it yet."
She cried out in frustration and whimpered, shaking and
breathing heavily as she forced her hands to stillness.
I pulled a piece of paper over, grabbing one at random,
grabbed a pencil, then hauled my folio into my lap and
considered the best place to begin the drawing. Chair,
since it wouldn't be moving and was easy, geometric
shapes.
"Can I at least masturbate while you draw?" she asked,
plaintive.
I looked up at her and grinned, and she started her
fingers moving again.
"Just don't move too much," I told her, to which she
made some incoherent sound that I couldn't recognize as
either agreement or annoyance.
Normally, figure drawing would only take me about half
an hour, but this one took me about an hour and a half.
Sara's frequent arching and abuse of her clit as she
held back orgasm combined with my very distracting and
increasingly painful erection on top of the attention
to detail I was putting into the drawing prolonged the
endeavor. Her face was the hardest to capture, since I
wanted the look of wanton lust to come across, and her
constant changes of expression made that difficult, so
I had to piece it together.
I was in no state to judge the piece objectively when I
had done with it, so I just set it aside and stood,
striding over to Sara. She looked up at me as I
stripped, shivering even more and stopping her hands.
Her eyes dropped immediately to my cock and she licked
her lips, leaning forward. She started to lightly
stroke her clit again as she looked up at me, shaking
as she held herself on the edge of orgasm.
"Are you done? Can I cum now?"
She was practically begging, her whole body quaking now
as she teased herself. I only nodded, and she cried out
in relief, grabbing hold of my dick and dragging me
forward so she could engulf it with her mouth without
falling out of her chair. She gagged as she took me too
deep, then pulled back a bit and started sucking
desperately as she frantically rubbed herself, hard and
fast. I grabbed her head and held her in place, both of
us cumming simultaneously, hard, and we both cried out,
her cries muffled around my cock.
I'm not sure she was even aware of doing it, but she
managed to swallow a lot of my cum, though a good
portion of it still flooded out of her mouth and
dripped down her chin onto her breasts. She shivered as
her orgasm subsided, still fingering herself and
sucking on me, which kept me hard. She came again, not
even a minute after her first, and she kept sucking and
getting herself off until I came again a few minutes
later. I pushed her off my cock that time and covered
her chest with my seed, which made her arch hard and
shake violently as she came again.
I flopped to the floor beside her as she sank back into
the chair, the cushion emitting a soft squelch as she
did. She closed her eyes and purred contentedly, idly
rubbing my cum into her breasts, paying particular
attention to her nipples.
"I've never done that before," she said after a few
minutes spent recovering.
She still had her legs splayed over the arms of the
chair, and I was slowly stroking one of her thighs as
she swiveled back and forth, giving me brief glimpses
of her still glistening pussy.
"I haven't either." I grinned and dared touching her
pussy, tracing my fingers up and down her slit. "Can we
do it again?"
She grabbed my hand and pulled it away, shivering and
shaking her head.
"Not too fast, Mike. Not too fast." She looked down at
me, eyes sparkling as she smiled. "Maybe with the next
picture."
"Another picture, eh? It'll cost you, ya know. But what
sort of payment could a sexy lady like you offer?"
She brought my hand to her mouth and sucked on one of
my fingers, grinning as her look went from amused to
devilish.
"I'm sure we can work something out, don't you?"
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CHAPTER 5
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It wasn't until I had gotten home and eaten dinner that
what Sara had said about her and Kim finally sunk in.
Lovers? I blinked at the homework I was in the middle
of working on, having completely lost any train of
thought I had going for it.
Sara and her sister were lovers? Was this odd
revelation a bad thing for what Sara and I were
building between us, or could it be accommodated? Would
I be able to watch them? How long had they been? How
did they usually do each other? How often?
I tried to both return to finishing my homework and
ignore the raging hard-on I now had from imagining Sara
and Kim making love to each other. I failed at both,
and after about half an hour, I had to do something
about it. Several times.
Needless to say, I didn't manage to finish my homework
that night, and didn't get much sleep because my mind
was much too active with thinking about Sara and Kim
together. My penis was sore from cumming so much during
the night and the evening previous when I got up in the
morning, but at least my imagination was sated for the
time being.
I left early for school, catching Sara and Kim as they
were walking their themselves. I had been able to buy
myself a car a few months before with the money I made
doing drawings, which I guess was a good indication of
how popular my skills were. Not that you would know
with looking at the car, which was a piece of crap and
needed more work than it was probably worth, but it ran
and got decent mileage.
"You two want a ride?" I called at them.
"Ride! Whoo!" Kim cried, bouncing over and hopping into
the back seat behind me.
Sara smiled and climbed into the front passenger seat.
I leaned toward her and pulled her over, "Hey sexy," to
give her a kiss, then leaned over a bit more so I could
be near her ear.
"I want to talk later," I whispered to her. "About what
you told me yesterday. I'm not mad, so don't stress,
ok?"
I kissed her again as she nodded, though she started to
fidget. I sighed a bit.
"You're conspiring!" Kim cried in mock horror. "And
leaving me out of the fun." She pretended to pout.
"Yes," I said. "We're conspiring to hire a circus and
have them take over the school parking lot."
Sara laughed as Kim let out an excited "Sweet!" and I
had to laugh too. I started driving again.
"Not really. Just think of the mess the elephants would
make."
I could see Kim in the rearview mirror as she made a
disgusted face, and I laughed again.
"You just have to take the fun out of everything, don't
you?"
She poked me in the shoulder and stuck her tongue out
at the mirror, and I grinned back at her.
We were at school in a couple of minutes, with probably
twenty minutes until we needed to be at class. Kim
clambered out and skipped off, swinging her book bag
beside her. I turned my attention to Sara, who was
looking at her lap and fidgeting with the hem of her
shirt. I scooted over next to her, put an arm around
her shoulder, then turned her face up to mine and gave
her a long kiss. She purred and returned it, slowly
putting her arms around me.
"Mind if I get the stupid statements out of the way
first?" I asked, holding her gaze with mine.
"Can we go with the smart ones first? I'm really
wondering if telling you was such a good idea, and I'm
not in the mood for stupid statements right now."
"All right." I gave her another kiss, light and gentle.
"Smart comments first."
I studied her eyes, thinking how to put into words what
was going through my head. Which I did for too long,
apparently, because she frowned and squeezed her eyes
shut, her eyelashes dampening with almost tears.
"Mike..."
I frowned myself and hugged her close, kissing her
eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble trying to figure
out how to say what I'm thinking." I kissed her eyes
again, more gently than before, and she looked at me
again, nodding a bit. "I wasn't expecting that, is all.
When you asked me to do a drawing for Kim for her
birthday, I wasn't thinking it would be... well... you.
Naked. Because you and her are intimate. That's a
surprise, ya know?"
"It bothers you, doesn't it?"
"No. Yes. I don't know, really. Stupid statement says
no and that it's an incredible turn on and wonders if
it would be possible for me to watch." She gave a small
laugh at that and a bit of a smile, but nothing more.
"Smart statement says yes, but only because it's
unexpected and... well, it's not usual, I guess. And
the whole incest thing, ya know? But on the other hand,
why shouldn't you?"
"So it does bother you."
"Not enough to be disgusted about it and turn it around
on you. Stupid statement won that battle." I laughed a
bit, as did she. "I guess my main concern is what kind
of impact it will have on... well, us."
She nodded, dropped her gaze from mine and leaned
against me, sighing as she laid her head against my
chest.
"I'm glad that you're not pissed off about how I kind
of sprung it on you, but I couldn't think of any better
way. I figured a bit of distraction when I told you
might help smooth it over."
I laughed.
"Yeah. It smoothed it over until about... I'd guess
probably until about eight, and then it distracted me
the rest of the evening and most of the night."
I could feel her smile against me and she mm'ed. She
caressed a hand up my thigh to my crotch, where she
squeezed in a slow, gentle rhythm, and I grew hard
under her hand. She undid my pants and slid her hand
into my boxers to straighten me out, then lightly
stroked me.
"Is it safe to assume that stupid statement was the
main cause for distraction?"
"Um... You could say that, yes."
Her smile grew as she slipped my dick through the
opening in my boxers, then gripped it in her hand and
started jerking me off. It hurt, being hard again, but
it was balanced by the pleasure of her hand moving on
me, and I didn't have enough willpower to physically
stop her.
"Sara..."
"Hm?"
"Stop!"
She did, but resorted to squeezing again, which was
almost as bad. She was still smiling, and I tried
scooting over to get her to release me. She didn't, and
instead leaned down as I moved away after she had
checked the parking lot to make sure no one was around.
She took me into her mouth, trying to take me all again
and not managing, so she just started to jerk me again
and bob her head while she sucked.
I came quickly, and she managed to get everything this
time, mainly because there wasn't much there after what
had happened at her place yesterday and as much as I
had cum the evening and night that followed. She kept
sucking, then apparently thought to start using her
tongue, because she started hitting spots that I hadn't
thought could possibly be over-sensitive. I pulled her
head away, penis twitching and hurting and trying to
arch my hips back to get it away from her mouth. She
smiled innocently at me and licked her lips, lightly
stroking my softening penis before putting it away
again.
"Yum," she murmured.
She slid over next to me and pulled me into a kiss,
surprising me as she fed my own cum into my mouth. Not
sure what she was expecting to happen, I gave it back
to her and pulled out of the kiss, giving her an odd
look. She shrugged and swallowed, then smiled again.
"Sorry. I just wanted to taste you again after
yesterday."
"Won't Kim notice?"
Her exuberance made a marked drop and she pursed her
lips as she shrugged.
"We avoid public shows of affection like that. I don't
want to be harassed about it and you know she already
has a reputation as a slut even though she isn't."
I nodded and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't meaning it that way. I'm just not
sure what to make of it, you and her." I pulled back a
bit and looked at her. "I'm not encroaching, am I?
Kim's ok with you and me?"
"No and yes. I think. We haven't talked much about it."
I glanced at the dashboard clock and sighed.
"We need to be getting to class."
Sara checked the time, too.
"Yeah," she sighed.
She grabbed her backpack and opened the door. I stopped
her as she started to climb out, and she turned back to
me.
"I'm not mad at you," I said.
"I know. I'm just worried I did the wrong thing in the
wrong way." She sat for a moment, silent. "I do love
you both. I realized that after... after what we did
yesterday, and spending time with Kim later. I just
want things to work out, and I'm worried I may have
screwed that up."
She shook her head some, then stood and walked away,
closing the door as she did. I watched her until she
rounded a corner of one of the school buildings, then
sighed and headed to class myself.
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CHAPTER 6
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I caught Kim during first break that day, since our
classes were conveniently located right next to each
other. I had sat as close to the door as I could and
had to trust to Kim's propensity for sitting toward the
back. I didn't especially want to go searching all over
campus for her, and I was fortunately right in my
guess. I grabbed Kim's arm as she walked out of the
class room. She jumped when I did and peered at me with
comical intensity.
"What's up?" she asked, her seriousness belying the
comical stare she had just given me. "It's not like you
to go about talking with people."
"You have a minute?"
"Sure. Lead away."
She snapped to and saluted, and grinned as I laughed.
We were near the front end of campus, so I led us in
that direction, stopping under one of the many trees
that marked the edge of school bounds.
"Are you ok about Sara and me?" I asked, figuring it
would be easier to be to-the-point about it.
Kim gave me a quizzical look, then peered at me again.
"Why wouldn't I be? You're not having doubts because
you two got hot and heavy yesterday, are you? 'cause if
you are, I'm gonna have to kick your ass."
She peered at me even more intently.
"She told you about that?"
"Duh. We're like this." She held up one hand, fingers
crossed. "Of course she told me. She loved it. Said you
got her off quite a few times after having her all hot
and bothered most of the day." She grinned at me.
I laughed.
"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised about her telling
you. She did say you two are pretty close."
"So is that what this is about, wondering if I'm mad at
you or something for being with Sara?"
"Basically. I just want to be sure I'm not going to
have to face a wrathful, territorial sister."
She giggled, a comic-style 'tee hee' with one hand over
her mouth, and smiled at me.
"No. I'm cool. I will admit I was jealous at first, but
then I started to see how happy you make her, and I
didn't see any point in being angry about it anymore.
But if you hurt her, buster, you will be facing a
wrathful, territorial sister, and I am dead serious
about that." She poked me in the chest. "Got it?"
I chuckled and mimed her earlier salute, smiling.
"I have no intention of hurting her. You have my word
on that."
"Good." She cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing
me. "And besides, you are pretty cute, for a guy." She
pulled me down and licked my lips, which startled me.
She laughed at the look on my face, then continued,
serious. "Though I'm not really into guys, so don't go
getting ideas. And don't you even think about telling
anyone else that, either. The only other person who
knows that is Sara. And maybe mom, but I don't know.
I'm trusting you with telling you that because Sara
trusts you, ok?"
I nodded and zipped my lips, and Kim gave a hop and
clapped her hands together.
"Yay! Now can I ask a question?"
"You've asked several already."
She gave me a bland look, then stuck her tongue out at
me.
"Seriously, Mike."
"Shoot."
"Why do you ask?"
"Why do I ask what?"
She rolled her eyes and poked me in the chest again.
"You know what I mean, mister. Why do want to know if
I'm ok about you and Sara?"
"Didn't I answer that already? Because I don't want to
face a wrathful, territorial sister?"
"Yeeees, but it seems like there's more on your mind
than just that. Yes? And Sara was in a mood in the car
earlier, so obviously something's up."
She peered at me again. The class bell rang a few
seconds later, and she swore, then started to hurry
off, but I called after her. She stopped and turned,
waiting for me as I strolled up to her.
"Is it true you and her... that you're lovers?"
Kim blinked several times, an almost comical look of
surprise crossing her face. She looked around,
apparently wanting to make sure no one was around, but
most everyone had straggled into class by that time.
There wasn't anyone near us anyway. She returned her
attention to me.
"She told you about that?"
I nodded.
"Fuck." She frowned and crossed her arms, gripping her
elbows and looking everywhere but at me. "I... Fuck."
She sighed and set her eyes on me again, one corner of
her mouth twitching. "We are, yeah. She likes you a lot
more than she lets on, it seems." She frowned again and
furrowed her brow, beseeching. "Please don't tell
anyone? Other than mom, you're the only other person
who knows. We want to keep it that way, if we can. That
whole idiotic taboo about incest, ya know? Never mind
the whole lesbian thing. Life would be hell for us if
people found out."
She was just as tense about it as Sara had been, I
noticed, and I gave her a hug. She wrapped her arms
tight around me, relaxing immediately.
"Thank you! I'll find you and Sara at lunch, ok? We'll
be needing to talk about this, seems like."
She let go of me and dashed off, waving as she went. I
waved after and headed to class, reminded again of just
how odd Kim was.
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CHAPTER 7
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I had been paid in the period just before lunch for a
drawing I had done a few weeks before, so I treated the
three of us, Sara, Kim, and me, to lunch at a place
that had more edible, and more identifiable, food than
the school cafeteria. Kim attacked Sara with a bear hug
as we gathered at my car to head out, since I had told
Kim to go wait there while I gathered Sara.
"You're a silly, silly girl, sis," Kim told her.
"Worrying I'd be mad about you and Mike. As if."
Sara gave me a perplexed look, and I shrugged at her.
"We talked during first break," I clarified.
"Oh." She gave Kim a big hug and smiled radiantly.
"Thank you. I didn't know how to ask. I'm glad you're
ok with it. Us."
"It's cool. Now get in the car so we can eat! I'm
starving. Shoo! Shoo!"
Kim grinned, then turned Sara, opened the car door, and
shooed her inside, then hopped in herself. She waited
until everyone was in and the doors closed before she
continued her chatter, leaning forward in her seat.
"Like I said to Mike earlier, I was a bit jealous at
first, but then I realized you're happy, and I didn't
see any point in being mad about it anymore, see?"
She reached forward and, grinning, surreptitiously
squeezed one of Sara's breasts. Sara slapped at her
hand, and Kim withdrew.
"Hey! None of that where other people can see,
remember?"
"But it's not a problem if Mike knows, is it?"
"We talked about that, too," I said, glancing over at
Sara. "I wanted to know Kim's side of things, make sure
she was cool about everything."
"You two talked about a lot in ten minutes, it seems
like."
"Not really. We only got as far as her saying she's ok
about you and me being together and me not going to
tell anyone about you and her."
"See why I never made a big deal about you and Mike?"
Kim asked, bouncing in her seat and holding onto the
back of Sara's. "He's cool. I can see why you like him,
even if he is a guy."
"Oh, and that too," I added. "Kim mentioned she's
crooked, too, which is another thing she swore me to
secrecy about, on pain of being targeted by a wrathful,
territorial sister. Or sisters."
"Hey!" Kim cried, hitting my shoulder and laughing. "I
am not crooked! I'm heterosexually challenged, is all."
Sara laughed and dropped her seat back, which made Kim
scream as her space was abruptly taken over. She had to
scoot over and lean at an odd angle to not be squished.
I rubbed my ear, wincing at the pain induced by the
scream, while Sara pulled Kim down and gave her a kiss.
Sara let Kim go after a couple seconds and raised her
seat again as we pulled into the drive-thru. Our
conversation was suspended while we got food that was
more palatable than anything the school offered, then
resumed, amidst many pauses to chew and swallow, as we
headed back to school.
"You have no idea how relieved that makes me, Kim,"
Sara said, looking back at her sister. "To know you
aren't bothered about me and Mike."
"Yes I do. You've been weird since yesterday, and
especially this morning when he gave us a ride."
Sara shook her head and dropped her seat back a bit so
she could face Kim more easily.
"No, you don't. I was so nervous yesterday trying to
tell him about us that I was sick, then had to get
myself so turned on and close to cumming that I
couldn't think and could just say it."
Kim was, surprisingly, silent for several seconds.
"Is that true?" she asked me.
"Yeah. She had me worried, but also so distracted I
wasn't thinking about much of anything except her being
all horny."
"Holy crap. God, Sara." Kim reached around Sara's seat
and gave her an awkward hug. "I'm so sorry. You should
have talked with me, you silly git! You don't need to
go making all this harder than it needs to be.
Everything's cool! We're all happy! Because we're
talking! See?"
She gave Sara a gentle kiss, making her smile. Sara
gave Kim's hand a squeeze, then kissed it before
letting her fall back and resume eating. We arrived
back at school, but decided to stay in the car and
finish our food and the conversation. Fewer worries
about people wandering by and eavesdropping.
"I guess one thing's taken care of, then," Sara said,
attacking her food, which she hadn't yet touched much
of. "What about you, Mike? Are you ok with me and Kim
being lovers? Or does it bother you?"
I hmm'ed, starting in on my own food, which I had
touched even less of because I had been driving.
"I had been hoping that wasn't going to come up,
actually," I said after finishing half my burger.
"Because I really don't know yet. Mainly I just don't
want to feel like I'm encroaching on anything between
you two. And like I told you earlier, Sara, there's
stupid thought, wondering if you'd let me watch, how
often you do it, and whatever. Then there's smart
thought, which... I guess is mainly just weirded out by
the abruptness and strangeness of it. Not so much the
incest thing, really, since I really don't see what's
so wrong about it." I finished off the rest of my
burger before continuing. "Which, I guess, is mainly
because I have a thing for my step-sister, but there's
no way in hell anything's ever going to come of that."
"Oh?" Kim queried, leaning forward eagerly. "Tell me!
Tell me! I wanna hear about this!"
I laughed and turned to her, then grabbed her and
licked her lips like she had done to me earlier. She
'ack!'ed and made a show of wiping her mouth.
"I'm going to hold you to the same silence about that
as you're holding me to, ok?"
"No problem."
She bounced and clapped her hands, leaning forward
again. I laid a hand on one of Sara's and started to
absently stroke her arm, making her purr.
"My step-sister's a few months shy of seven years older
than me, which wouldn't bother me, really, if there
were any possibility of anything happening."
"Why not? What's the problem?"
"We don't get along. Never have. And she's very
religious, and I mean very. She gets all distraught
even seeing a guy without a shirt on in a movie."
"Eeeewwww!" Kim shuddered, and Sara laughed. "Guys
without shirts! Ick! But what about women? Does she
seem ok about women being nude?"
"No. She'll turn it off or walk out, or cover her eyes
if she can't do either of those."
"Jesus! I can see why you say nothing's going to
happen. That's... sad. I can't see how anyone can be
that prudish about something so natural. How can you
possibly have a thing for her, then?" She peered at me.
"She's hot. No offense to either of you, but more so
than both of you, as far as looks go."
Kim gasped in astonishment and Sara hit me on the arm.
"Someone more beautiful than me!?" Kim exclaimed while
I gave Sara a deep kiss to assuage the insult. "I don't
believe it! She can't possibly be more beautiful than
me!"
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet to
hand to Kim, all while not breaking the kiss with Sara.
I slid a hand up Sara's shirt and started to massage
one of her breasts while Kim rifled through my wallet.
"Holy fucking a!" Kim cried when she found the one
picture I had with my step-sister in it. "Jesus fucking
christ! Damn, Mike! She IS hot!" She shoved me away
from kissing Sara, who moaned in frustration, and
showed her the picture. "She is fucking hot!" She
shivered and grinned at me. "I can see why you have a
thing for her. I'd do her, definitely."
She handed my wallet back and dropped a hand between
her legs, shivering and rubbing herself through her
pants. She shuddered and pulled her hand away from
herself before she got too carried away.
"Oh! You two were kissing, weren't you?" She looked
sheepish. "I'm sorry. Get to it! Get her all hot and
bothered! Whoo! She's so much more fun when she's been
that way for a while." She winked at me.
"That's never a problem," Sara said, laughing.
She had dragged my hand down from her breast, which was
too visible from outside the car, and slid it into her
pants, where I was massaging her clit. Kim grinned and
looked like she wanted to join the fun of teasing her
sister, but couldn't figure out a good way of doing so,
so she just watched in rapt attention.
"Oooh! Oooh! Stop!" Kim cried as Sara started to shake,
and I did, eliciting a frustrated moan from Sara. "When
she starts shaking like that, it means she's close to
cumming. She does it every time, so you can torture her
for hours at a time, keeping her right on the edge and
building her up and up and up! And if you pinch her
clit really hard, like as hard as you can, when she
starts shaking, she falls back from the edge a lot
slower. And no matter what else you do to her short of
fucking her with something, as long as her clit is
being pinched that hard, she can't cum." Kim laughed
gleefully, and Sara clenched her hands into fists,
still shaking. "Consider that my donation to pleasing
sis." She grinned and winked at me.
"You're evil," Sara breathed, and then gasped as I
started to rub her clit again, then moaned loudly when
I stopped as she started shaking. I pinched as hard as
I could, making her whimper and shake even more. "Both
of you."
"But it's so much fun for us!" Kim said, leaning around
the seat and nibbling Sara's neck. "And you love it,
besides." She turned her attention to me and grinned
some more. "I've given her a half hour or more of
multiple orgasms just by using that little trick for a
few hours. She drops right off and is completely
relaxed after. Great way to get her unstressed."
I returned Kim's grin, and we teased Sara for the last
ten minutes or so of lunch break. We'd have used all
fifteen minutes, but decided she needed a couple
minutes to compose herself again before we all headed
to class. Not that it helped much, since she and I
shared the last two classes of the day, and I did what
I could to keep her worked up.
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CHAPTER 8
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Kim crowed with glee at finding I had managed to keep
Sara worked up during the last few hours of school. We
had gathered at my car again so I could give them a
ride home. Also because there was something else I was
wondering about, since both Sara and Kim had mentioned
it, probably without knowing they had.
The two of them climbed into the back seat together so
Kim could continue teasing Sara, but I had her keep it
minimal, since I wanted both of them able to talk and
think. Not that Sara was really able to think very well
by that point, with as much teasing as she'd received
over the last several hours. She started shaking almost
the instant Kim thought it was safe enough to put a
hand down her pants, and she gasped and whimpered as
Kim pinched hard on her clit, keeping her right on the
edge of climax. She was shaking intensely and had her
hands fisted so hard I thought she was going to draw
blood.
"Let her cool down a bit, Kim," I said, which drew a
moan of protest from Sara and a disappointed 'aw' from
Kim. "There's one thing I'm still wondering about."
"What's that?" Kim asked. She still had her hand near
her sister's pussy, though she had stopped teasing her
for the time being, at least, and Sara appeared to be
coming back to herself, albeit slowly.
"You've both mentioned your mom knowing about you
having sex with each other, and Kim's mentioned she
probably knows she's a lesbian. Is that true?"
"She's caught us a few times," Sara said, slowly
flexing her hands to unstiffen them. "She doesn't care.
She was surprised when she first found out, but she
hasn't stopped us or told us it's bad or wrong or
anything. She's of the free love mind set about the
whole thing, I guess."
"When did she first catch you?"
"Um..."
"It was when we had the makeshift fort," Kim said, "in
that huge blackberry bush that used to take up half our
back yard, remember? Silly little kids, thinking we
couldn't be heard." She laughed. "I think we were eight
and ten? Is that right?"
"Yeah. God, that was embarrassing. We were so guilty
looking, with our clothes all askew and looking
overheated. And you still had me all over your face."
Sara laughed, tracing her fingers up and down Kim's
arm.
"I did not!"
"Yes you did! Remember mom wiped your face clean? And
then she told us we should be a little quieter, or to
use our bedroom next time, and then she left."
"Oh. Yeah. I guess you're right." Kim made a face and
stuck her tongue out at Sara, then turned back to me.
"Anyway. That was the first time. Scared the hell out
of us, because we thought we were going to be in so
much trouble when dad got home. But it wasn't ever
mentioned, so we started to do stuff again after a few
months."
Kim had slid a hand down Sara's pants again, apparently
rubbing very slowly, because Sara was purring softly
and not shaking, her eyes half closed.
"Oh shit!" Kim exclaimed as I turned down their street,
pulling away from Sara, who moaned. "Keep going. Dad's
home, and Sara's going to be royally pissed at both of
us for getting her so worked up and then not being able
to cum."
"Can't you hide in the bathroom and masturbate?"
Kim laughed, then cuddled up next to Sara again to
resume her teasing after we had passed their house. I
decided my place would be a better destination for the
time being. Neither of my parents would be home until
late.
"Not with dad around," Sara said, nuzzling against Kim.
"He's... well, you'd have to live with him, I guess. He
and mom both have huge libidos, which I guess is where
Kim and me get ours, but he doesn't have the same...
openness, I guess. It doesn't seem right to do anything
sexual with him around."
"But your mom's cool about it?"
"Oh yeah!" Kim proclaimed. "Sometimes, when we've
gotten a little too into each other and lost track of
time, she'll come up and knock and let us know to hurry
it up and finish because dad's going to be home soon."
"Very big damper on the passion of the moment," Sara
said, fading out as she lost herself in the pleasure
Kim's fingers were giving her.
I glanced back at them. They were clever, I had to
admit. Unless one had a good vantage point looking down
into Sara's window, it would only look like Kim was
letting Sara sleep on her shoulder. We were silent for
a bit, the only audible sounds coming from any of us
being Sara's soft moans. I parked in front of my house
and turned to watch the two. Sara was shaking, and I
could see Kim had her clit pinched while also doing
something else to it. Pulling it or rolling it, I
guessed.
"Can I cum yet?" Sara murmured, feeling the car come to
a halt.
"Once we're inside," I said to her, reaching back and
pinching her nipples through her shirt and bra, which
made her squirm and gasp.
She opened her eyes and looked out the window, then
shoved Kim away and clambered out of the car, rushing
up to the door of my place. She stood, impatiently
squeezing her legs together, while she waited for Kim
and me. Once inside, she grabbed me and started
dragging me toward my room. Kim giggled and waved.
"Have fun!" she called after us, then apparently
remembered something. "Oh! Mike!"
Sara stopped pulling on me and we both turned to Kim as
she came up to us, then shoo'ed Sara onward to my room.
Kim watched her until she was past the door and then
turned her attention to me.
"One more tip from me?" she asked, glancing down the
hall toward my room.
"Shoot."
"She wants you to take her, and she wants it badly.
She's jonesin' hard, though she hasn't ever had sex
with anyone but me, and we haven't..." She paused,
debating if she should say what she had been about to,
then continued. "We've been very careful about not
popping each other's cherry. Technically, we're both
still virgins even though we've been having sex with
each other since we were kids."
"You didn't even accidentally do that?" I was
incredulous, for obvious reasons.
"We read a lot," Kim said, shaking her head. "Well, she
reads a lot, actually, which you've probably noticed.
So she went online and read everything she could find
to learn more about what we were doing, since she
couldn't very well check out sex books from the library
or buy them, ya know? Not like they'd give that stuff
to a ten year old." She smirked. "So what I'm asking is
for you to be gentle when you do finally... you know.
Ok? If she tells me you weren't, I'm going to kick your
ass. I mean that. She means the world to me, and I'd
feel bad knowing her 'technical' first time ends up
being something she doesn't remember fondly. Got it? I
don't care how much she likes you. She deserves better
than a bad first time."
I nodded and saluted, then gave her a hug.
"I plan to do everything I can to make it good for her.
You don't need to worry. But it's not going to happen
for a couple weeks yet."
Kim was surprised at that.
"Why not?"
"I can't tell you. You'll find out, though."
She stuck her tongue out at me and laughed.
"Fine. Be that way. Now go take care of her! I'm sure
she's about ready to beg by now." She grinned. "I'll be
watching movies or something. With the volume way up.
So I won't get more turned on from hearing her and get
all frustrated."
I laughed and saluted again, then hurried to my room.
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CHAPTER 9
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Sara was lying on my bed, naked. She had found a
clothes pin, one of those wooden ones that held closed
with a spring, and had put it on her clit. She was
flicking it back and forth, whimpering and shaking
uncontrollably as she tortured herself, floating along
the edge of orgasm. I closed the door, stripped, and
climbed onto the bed between her legs, where I knelt
and admired the view. She opened her eyes and lifted
her head to look at me, glazed with lust.
"Can I cum? Please?"
I smiled and flicked the clothes pin back and forth a
few times, fast, which made her shake even more and
arch her hips up hard, crying out loudly as she did. I
heard the rising sounds of Animaniacs coming from the
living room and almost laughed.
I decided to torture Sara a bit longer with the
flicking, causing her to start trembling badly while I
ran my fingers along the length of her pussy and spread
her lips. I was curious to see if what Kim had just
told me was true, and discovered it was. Sara's hymen
was still there and unbroken. I stopped flicking the
clothes pin, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting,
then nearly screamed as I licked her pussy for the
first time. She grabbed me hard by the hair and held me
there, shaking violently.
"Let me cum!"
I managed to pull back enough to speak, my face now
covered in her juices.
"Can you manage half an hour longer?"
She cried out, clenching her fingers painfully in my
hair, shaking even more.
"What for?" she panted, and then fell back hard as I
licked her pussy again, shuddering and gasping loudly.
"Because I think Kim would really love having this view
as a picture."
"God... damnit..." she gasped, somehow managing to
unclench her fists and let me go.
She immediately grabbed the blanket and clawed into
that, spreading her legs even more and touching the
soles of her feet together. I couldn't resist flicking
the clothes pin again, and she cried out loudly as it
bounced back and forth a few times, arching her hips
hard upward again.
I quickly grabbed some paper, pencil, and a hard
surface and then sat in front of her, trapping her feet
under my legs so she couldn't move them and close her
legs. Not that she was likely to, but she seemed to
enjoy it. I teased my fingers along her slit a few
times, spreading her juices and making sure her pussy
would stay spread open, then proceeded to draw. I
wanted her hymen visible in the picture, something I'm
sure Kim would appreciate having, a memento of when her
sister was still technically a virgin.
I flicked the clothes pin every few minutes, driving
Sara's frustration and trembling, along with her cries,
higher and higher. The picture was finished sooner than
I had expected, only twenty minutes, so I spent a few
minutes doing nothing but making the clothes pin bounce
back and forth, which drove Sara to the point of
screaming and shaking so hard she couldn't arch her
hips anymore. I leaned over and set the picture on the
floor so it wouldn't get ruined, then lay beside her,
my head at her crotch and hers at mine.
I pulled the clothes pin off her, not bothering to open
it to do so, as she rolled on top of me and dropped her
pussy onto my mouth. I sucked her clit and flicked it
twice with my tongue, not sure what else I should do
since I hadn't done it before, and was rewarded with
driving her over the edge into a hard orgasm. She
screamed and shoved her pussy even harder onto me,
grinding against my tongue while her juices squirted
onto my face, and I had to plug my nose to keep from
inhaling them.
Her orgasm must have lasted at least a minute, during
which I didn't stop sucking or working my tongue on
her, and she started twitching as she came down. She
must have been hyper-sensitive, since she lifted up,
which was a good thing, because I needed to clear at
least my nose enough that I could breath. She was
shaking hard, and she gasped when I pulled her back
down and started sucking again, her trembling
increasing.
She started to suck on me, trying again to take all of
me and succeeding for a second or two before starting
to gag, and then just jerked me while she sucked and
worked with her tongue, bobbing her head. We came at
the same time, both of us crying out against the other,
and we continued like that for probably half an hour,
with her having three or four orgasms to each of mine.
I was the first to break, since I had already been
over-taxed with orgasms when we started, and rolled her
off me, twitching as I covered my dick with one hand to
keep her from sucking it in again. I had a feeling I
was definitely going to regret having cum so much in
the last twenty-four hours, because the ache was
already painful.
Sara lay panting next to me, trembling while she caught
her breath, and I wiped some of her juices from my
face, spreading them across her belly.
"Hey now," she breathed. "I gave that to you fair and
square."
I gave a breathless laugh, then tried to sit up and
thought better of it as my arm refused to support me.
Lying on the bed was good, too, yes.
"We're going to need to clean up," I said, slowly
rubbing her pussy and making her shiver. "And I'm going
to have to wash my blanket, I think."
"Clean up, eat, and then do laundry. Always in that
order."
I nodded and continued to masturbate Sara while we
recovered, bringing her to another orgasm or two.
Eventually, we were able to get up and stumble to the
shower, where I got her off another couple of times.
"Don't you ever stop?" she gasped, grasping onto me to
keep from falling down while I worked her clit.
"Are you complaining?" I grinned at her.
"Never." She shuddered and whimpered as she came again.
"But can you stop? Please? My clit is starting to hurt
because you've gotten it so sensitive."
I grinned some more and brought her over one more time
before stopping. She clung to me while she stood on
trembling legs, and I held her, arms around her waist,
while she cleaned herself, again, shivering and
whimpering every time she brushed her clit.
We wandered into the kitchen, where Kim was slicing up
a pizza - thoughtful of her - and then brought half to
each of us as we sat at the table. Animaniacs was still
playing in the other room, and I chuckled. Kim plopped
down into the chair next to Sara and gave her a long,
deep kiss before Sara had had a chance to start eating.
She hm'ed when she pulled back.
"That's Mike I taste?"
Sara nodded, then grabbed her sister and gave her
another kiss. She hm'ed again after that one, too.
"Don't know if I like the taste or not." She swatted at
Sara as she tried to pull her in for another kiss and
laughed. "No! Eat, you silly git! If your screaming
earlier is any indication, you really need the energy."
She grinned, then hopped up and bounced back into the
other room to watch more Animaniacs.
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CHAPTER 10
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The remainder of the school year, all three weeks of
it, passed uneventfully. Sara and I got together at
least twice a week to do another picture for Kim, and
we gradually learned each others bodies. Though she
never explicitly said it, and Kim never mentioned
anything even remotely connected on those occasions in
which we actually talked, I realized Sara loved to be
bound, but I didn't do anything about doing so until
after summer break had started.
Freed from the constraints of having to deal with the
routine of school for seven hours of the day, Sara and
I spent a lot of our time together, and we did as many
as four pictures a week, depending on how creative we
got. Said pictures were starting to make a stack that
was becoming increasingly difficult to hide, and I had
to buy another folio to store them in, and then labeled
it 'Still Lifes' to keep people from taking any overt
interest in looking at them.
That the pictures were intended for Sara's sister, and
that they were themselves lovers, didn't seem to bother
me as much as Sara, or myself, had worried it might. I
still thought it was odd, yes. I didn't think my
opinion of the matter was going to change anytime soon
in that regard, but otherwise, I thought it was just
fine. The weirdest thing about it was Kim randomly
offering up some bit of sexual advice for torturing her
sister, or how to get her off, or just what worked
really well for getting her worked up.
As far as Sara's apparent fetish, I checked out a few
knot books from the library, then decided it would
probably be better to just buy one to avoid the
botheration of renewing the book every few weeks. I
spent at least an hour every day practicing various
knots, which I was fortunately able to do without
anyone bothering me about it, since there was plenty of
rope in the garage. I wasn't worried about actually
drawing the knots, but I practiced that anyway, as
well.
I also did some limited research online about bondage,
since there wasn't, as far as I knew, anywhere in town
or nearby that would be likely to have any information
about it. There was a sex shop downtown that was the
only remote possibility, but Sara and I had discovered
it wasn't even that the one time we were there. We'd
been able to get in only because I was good friends
with the day clerk, since neither Sara nor myself were
yet eighteen at the time.
"Hm. Not much here, is there?" Sara remarked as we
wandered.
I had to agree. After the initial novelty wore off,
after about five minutes, it was really quite
unexciting. Most of it was videos, and if the porn I'd
found online was any indication of general quality, it
was better scrounging for it in the digital world and
not wasting money on it if it ended up being boring.
Easier to get rid of that way, too.
"Seen anything actually worth looking at yet?" I asked
her. We were still browsing the videos.
She eyed the shelves, both behind us and before us,
mouth quirked.
"I haven't seen anything I have any interest in, if
that's what you mean."
"Oh?" I looked at her, arching a brow and smiling. "And
what are you looking for?"
She just smiled and started walking again, and I
chuckled and followed her. We stopped at the back wall,
which was lined with toys. I don't remember what most
of them were now, so I'd guess it was most likely
nothing worthwhile. There was a blowup doll standing in
the corner, though, which I found highly amusing. How
could you possibly find fucking a balloon erotic? Sara
just shook her head at it.
And then we were at the actual toys, vibrators and
dildos, and Sara took much more interest in these.
"If I weren't willing to wait and let you be the first
to fuck me properly," she said in an undertone,
cuddling up to me, "I'd love to have this thing."
'This thing' was a two foot long, double ended black
dildo that looked to be at least three inches thick.
Each end of the thing was covered in spiraling black
nodules, and the center eight inches was smooth ridges,
obviously meant to be used to hold the thing. She was
thinking to use it with Kim, apparently.
"We can come back later and get it, if you want."
"You have money right now?"
"Enough to get a few things. If there's anything worth
getting, anyway. Let's look around a bit more first,
see what else there is."
I actually had about two hundred dollars on me, since
I'd run into a guy a few weeks earlier who happened to
be an art director for one of the local publishers. I'd
shown him some of my stuff and he'd been impressed, so
I now had a job, of sorts, illustrating various fiction
magazines and sometimes a book written by someone in
the area.
Not that two hundred dollars would get much, judging by
the prices for most of the stuff. It would be cheaper
to go to Wal-Mart or something and get a massager from
there rather than get a vibrator here. I'm sure it
would be easy enough to make an attachment of some sort
for a massager that would act as a dildo.
"Oooh!" Sara enthused, looking toward the top of the
wall. "I want one of those."
I followed her gaze up the wall to see what she was
looking at.
"A strap-on?"
"For Kim. She and I... um..." She laughed, then buried
her face in my shoulder, giggling. "God, I don't know
why it's embarrassing, but it is."
I let her giggle for about a minute, then slid a hand
down her pants and started working her clit, making her
gasp and try to pull away. I pulled her back against me
and kept at it for another minute before stopping,
leaving her shaking and clutching at the backs of my
shoulders. I grinned at her.
"God, you're evil. You know too well how sensitive you
have me all the time anymore."
"Got rid of your giggles, didn't it?"
She laughed and hit my arm, then leaned in close to my
ear.
"And halfway to cumming, too, you ass. You're going to
have to remedy that when we get back to the car."
"Deal." I smiled and kissed her. "You were saying?"
"I was saying, yes." She grinned. "Kim and me figured
out a few years ago she's not interested in guys at
all, but I am. Which makes me bi, I guess, though I
haven't seen or met any other women who really get me
itchy like Kim does. So maybe I'm just bi when it comes
to her. I don't know. But a couple months after that,
we decided that once I found a guy I was willing to
give my technical virginity to, I'd do her the same
way." She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked up
at me, then gave me a slow kiss. "Which means you, sir.
Except for Kim, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather
do that with."
I smiled and kissed her again, a long one, running my
hands slowly over her back. She purred and pressed
against me, then laid her head on my shoulder, smiling.
"God, you make me feel so good," she murmured.
I kissed her eyes and smiled against her forehead.
"You're hinting you want the strap-on?"
"Hm. Maybe." She lifted her head and cast her eyes
upward again, eyeing the rather limited selection.
"None of them are very realistically sized, are they?"
I laughed.
"I dunno. That pink one looks to be about the same size
as me."
"You're right. But it's ugly. Pink?" She shivered. "Kim
would smack me for fucking her with something like
that. I'm not even including it in my count."
"What about that black one there at the top?"
"Hm... Maybe." She reached up, having to tip-toe to
reach it, and pulled it down. She put her hands around
the fake penis, considering. "It's a little longer than
you are, but about as thick. It should work. Not keen
on the glitter, though." She frowned at the fabric,
picking some of the glitter off with a fingernail.
"Looks like it can be removed, though, so that's good."
"Getting that, then?"
She nodded, and we continued along the wall. I eyed
some of the vibrators with skepticism, not seeing how
they could possibly do anything worthwhile. Sara looked
longingly at some of them, putting them back
reluctantly since they were of the dildo variety,
though she did pick out a butterfly vib for herself and
Kim.
"Oh, you are soooo evil," Sara muttered as I plucked up
a vib set, a butterfly and a dildo, that operated by
remote.
"Won't be able to use one of them for awhile yet,
though, but it'll be fun once we can."
I grinned and kissed her.
Last up was the end of the wall, where a lone column
was dedicated to kinkier stuff than dildos, vibs,
dolls, and videos. Sara immediately added a selection
of clamps to our purchase pile, miming adjusting her
halo as she walked back over to me.
"How much do you have?" she asked.
I pulled her in front of me and wrapped my arms around
her stomach, then slid a hand down her pants and slowly
worked her clit. She moaned quietly and leaned back
against me, eyes half closed.
"What we've picked out so far is about half what I
have, but I want to have some left in case I need it
for some reason. Why?"
"Wondering." She was starting to shiver, and I slowed
my fingers so they were just barely moving on her,
making her moan again, quiet frustration. "I want the
clamp and chain and weight set, but it's expensive."
I hm'ed, thinking while I kept my fingers working, just
enough to keep her on the edge. I turned her head and
gave her a deep kiss, stopping my fingers and pulling
my hand from her pants again as I did, eliciting a
muffled moan.
"We can get it later. And we could probably find a
better one online somewhere."
She kissed me and bit my lip, giving me a hungry look.
"Are we done, then?"
"There anything else you want?"
"We're done, then."
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CHAPTER 11
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She dragged me over to pay, and I looked at the
packages to see what sort of batteries the vibs took,
adding some of those to the pile. That done, she
dragged me back to the car, tossed what we'd bought in
the back seat after we'd climbed in, then pulled me
over to her to give me a deep, hungry kiss, shoving my
hand back down her pants. The hint was subtle enough,
and I took some of her juices and coated her clit so it
was nice and slippery, then started flicking it fast
with my finger.
She moaned loudly into the kiss and came quickly,
holding me tight to her and scratching at my back, and
I was glad I had a shirt on. I shifted closer so I had
a better angle and kept attacking her clit, bringing
her to another orgasm not even a minute later. Her moan
was constant now, and she was starting to tremble, but
not enough that I was willing to stop just yet. Another
five minutes and she was writhing. I smiled and
stopped, all at once, and she let out a long, moaning
sigh, her whole body shaking, then slumped back into
her seat.
"God... Kim can't even do that to me," she said once
she'd caught her breath, still shaking.
I grinned, leaning her against me and wrapping my arms
around her, giving her a kiss.
"How many?"
"Eight. How fast?"
I had somehow managed to glance at the clock on the
dash before she'd overwhelmed me, and I did so again.
"Six minutes."
She purred, resting against me.
"Still not the record."
"You want to try again?"
"No!" She pulled away quickly and sat up straight,
running shaky fingers through her hair to straighten
it. "Not yet. I'd probably pass out if we did that
again right now."
"All right." I nibbled the side of her neck, then
reached into the back seat and grabbed my remote vib
set and a package of batteries. "Let's break one of
these in instead."
I grinned and pried out the butterfly vib, then stuck
batteries in it and the remote while Sara lost her
pants and panties. I leaned over the seat again,
looking for the bath towel I kept in the car now, since
situations like this were getting to be a regular
occurrence and I didn't care for trying to clean the
seats afterward. I shoved the towel under her, and she
pulled the vib on and nestled it against her pussy.
I pressed the 'on' button and Sara immediately jumped,
"Oh fuck!", and started to squirm and shake, then
arched and dropped her head back as she came, a long,
shuddery moan escaping her. I turned the vib off after
a few seconds and she fell back into her seat, panting
and twitching.
"Ok... This... is not meant... for someone... who is
hyper-sensitive." She swallowed hard and turned her
head to look at me. "That one hurt."
"But in a good way, yes?"
I grinned and she laughed weakly.
"In a good way... yes... But it still hurt... It was
too fast."
"More?"
"You're the one with the remote, mister. I can't stop
it unless I take the vib off."
"Which you won't."
I smiled devilishly at her, and she shivered and
whimpered, her hands closing unconsciously.
"Will you let me?"
I turned the vib on for a few seconds, making her
almost scream and arch up hard. I grinned at her and
leaned over after the vib was off again, giving her a
gentle kiss while I cupped her face in my hands.
"Not until I say otherwise, love."
She whimpered and nodded, then pulled her pants back on
enough to cover her lap before putting her seatbelt on.
I scooted back over behind the wheel and buckled
myself, then looked over at her.
"How's a scenic drive sound?"
She whimpered once, shivering as she clutched at the
towel, closing it in her fists. I grinned and decided
to drive along the river for a bit, since it wasn't a
heavily travelled road and would keep the possibility
of odd questions popping up fairly low. And it was an
hour trip, one way. I left the vib on for the last
fifteen minutes of the return trip, which made her pass
out from the near constant orgasms.
I pulled into the mostly empty area of a big parking
lot once that happened and cleaned her up, a much
easier task than it would have been if she'd been aware
of anything even barely brushing against her clit,
along with the vib, and then held her. I kissed her
eyes when she started to stir, and she made a small
sound.
"Please don't do that again," she whispered, trying
weakly to push herself into a sitting position. She
gave up and fell back against me, pressing a hand
against her lower belly. "I hurt. Unbelievably so. I
think you're going to have to help me walk once we get
back to my place."
I frowned against her forehead and brushed her hair
back, then gave her a gentle kiss.
"I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to make you hurt. You
should have told me to stop."
"You said I couldn't take the vib off until you said."
"That doesn't preclude telling me to stop, silly girl."
"I know. I wanted to see how much I could handle, too.
I've never hit my limit before. I guess I just did, and
I think I'm going to pay for it now." She pressed her
hand against her belly again and winced a bit. "Kim's
going to love hearing about this, but I'm going to beat
her if she even suggests we do anything tonight or
tomorrow."
"That goes for me too, doesn't it?"
She was quiet, thinking.
"Do you want it to?"
"If doing anything means you'd be hurting, then yes."
She nodded against my shoulder, and I hugged her. We
were silent for a time, her recovering and me rubbing
her back.
"You know something?" she asked after a time.
"What's that?"
"I've never cum so much it hurts even just to be turned
on."
I laughed and I felt her smile into my shoulder,
nuzzling against my neck.
"Another first, hm?"
"Yeah. You're getting a lot of them, huh?"
I nodded and kissed her, then sat her up straight and
buckled her in.
"Did you enjoy what we just did?"
"Oh hell yes. Just... please don't make it a regular
thing? It hurts too much. I like pain sometimes, but
not this way."
"Deal."
I gave her another kiss and slid over to sit behind the
wheel again.
"And now for food."
"Oh god yes. I'm starving now, after what you just did
to me."
I grinned and I took her out to dinner, treating her to
one of the better restaurants in town.
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CHAPTER 12
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I decided a week before Sara's birthday that it was
time to test the waters of bondage, in part because my
parents would be out of town for their anniversary and
I would have the house to myself and partly because we
wouldn't be doing any more pictures for Kim after
Sara's birthday.
We had a lot of rope, several coils each of varying
lengths. Why, I'm not entirely sure, even with my dad
liking to camp or go on weekend fishing excursions and
what not. I grabbed a thirty foot rope, a ten, and a
few of the five footers, as they were the lengths I
would be needing.
The thirty was the base, and I could probably have
gotten away with using a twenty, but I wanted plenty of
extra length, just in case. I had worked out a somewhat
complicated web to tie together, which was what the
thirty foot rope was for. It was mostly out of sight,
since it was on the underside of my bed, and I spent
probably an hour tying it in place. When I was done,
there were eight anchor points I could attach other
ropes to, one at each corner and one on each side. That
had been the trickiest part, since I needed that
particular rope to stay exactly where it was without
having to worry the knots would slip.
Done with that, I called Sara's. Kim answered.
"Hey ho, Mike! You want Sara?"
I could tell she had a huge grin, and I laughed.
"That's a rhetorical question, don't you think?"
"Yep yep! Should I get her for you?"
I thought a second, considering.
"No. I'll be over to pick her up in a couple minutes
and bring her back here. Were you able to do like I
asked?"
"Yep!" She lowered her voice, apparently not wanting to
be overheard, and I could picture her slouching over
the phone, her other hand cupped over the mouth piece.
"If she doesn't go off with a little touch or two, then
you'll know she probably did it herself. But I'll tell
her to wait so she doesn't, k?"
"Sounds good. Just tell her it's better if someone else
is getting you off, and she'll have that if she can
wait a little bit."
"Done." She was grinning again. "I bet you'll want mom
gone when you get here, huh?"
"It hadn't crossed my mind, but that might be helpful."
"It shall be done."
I laughed. She was getting better at her imitations of
the Warcraft 3 characters.
"All right. That's cool. I appreciate your help."
"No problem! It's great fun." She giggled. "Wait about
ten minutes before leaving, and mom and I should be
gone when you get here."
"A'ight. See ya."
"Have fun!"
I spent the ten minutes looking for something I could
use as a blindfold, eventually settling on a dish
towel, since I couldn't find anything else. I wrapped
the butterfly vib and its remote in it, then tossed it
on the passenger seat. I thought a minute, then went
back in and grabbed a short length of rope, then headed
over to Sara's.
Her dad was at work, and I didn't see her mom's car,
which meant Kim had succeeded in getting her out of the
house for some reason or other. Sara and I greeted each
other at the front door a lot more intimately than we
would have had one or both of her parents been there.
My hands went down the pajama bottoms she was wearing
and massaged her ass as I pressed her against me. She
matched it, grinding her hips against me and wrapping a
leg around me. A deep, tongue-filled kiss accompanied
this, and we didn't break it for several minutes.
She bit my lip as she pulled back, smiling impishly at
me. I returned it, sliding a hand down further to press
between her legs, which she spread a bit more, and
inserting my middle finger into her sopping pussy. She
purred contentedly, starting to shake as I worked my
finger in her a few times, then moved it back a little
and pressed it, now sufficiently lubed, into her ass.
She drew in a surprised breath and ground her hips hard
against me as I worked my finger deeper. I stopped once
I had my finger in as far as I could get it at that
angle and let her compose herself. She tried kissing me
again, but I pulled back, smiling.
"You're going to tease today, aren't you?" she asked,
flexing her ass and squeezing my finger.
"It had crossed my mind, yes."
She leaned more against me, spreading her legs a bit
more and angling her ass back, and I worked my finger a
bit deeper, making her shiver and clutch at me. She
gasped as I started moving my finger in and out, and
she bit at my shoulder, moaning and shaking even more.
She came hard as I shoved my finger back in a second
time, and she dug her fingers into my back, clutching
me even closer and biting down hard on my shoulder as
she cried out.
She trembled as she subsided, sagging, and I had to fix
my grip on her to support her, which meant working my
hand more under her and my finger sliding deeper into
her ass. That made her moan against my neck as she
caught her breath, and I nibbled her ear, her ass
spasming on my finger.
"A bit worked up today, I see," I said after a minute,
smiling against her cheek.
"You have no idea." She nibbled at my neck. "Kim's been
teasing me since yesterday morning, and I haven't been
able to get off at all 'cause dad's been home. And then
Kim snuck into my room last night and teased me even
more!" She shivered in remembrance, rocking her hips.
"Then she made me sleep with a clothes pin on my clit
and told me not to take it off, and that kept me horny
all fucking night."
I started working my finger in her ass again, which
made her gasp and sag even more, so I stopped.
"If you want to do that, then we need to get to a bed.
I can barely stand now."
"Easily solved."
I grinned and fixed my grip on her more solidly, then
lifted her, burying my finger completely up her ass.
She cried out, eyes going wide, and clung to me,
wrapping her legs around my waist. I wiggled my finger
in her, making her cum again as I carried her upstairs
to her room. I set her on her bed, finger still in her
ass, and she worked her pajama bottoms off, pulled her
top off, then twisted around to lay on her back. She
spread her legs as wide as she could, then grabbed my
hand and shoved my pointer finger into her pussy and
put my thumb on her clit.
She knew what she wanted, obviously, and I obliged,
working my fingers in her, slowly, but pressed hard on
her clit to keep her from cumming too soon. She
whimpered and trembled, arching as she fisted her hands
in her bed covers.
"Did you take the clothes pin off when you got up?"
"Kim told me not to."
I smiled. Kim apparently enjoyed torturing her sister
even more than I did. I let up on her clit and started
moving my fingers faster, then shoved them as deep as I
could when she came again, making her cry out even
louder. I wiggled my fingers, having found that kept
her orgasm going, and she writhed on my fingers,
moaning and panting. I stilled my fingers as she
tapered off, and I let her catch her breath before
asking anything more.
"What else did she do?"
"The wench got in the shower with me!" She started to
shake again as I began working her clit again, then
pressed hard on it to keep her from cumming. She
whimpered as she continued. "We haven't done that in
years, and she did everything but fuck me." She arched
slowly and I could feel her tightening on my fingers,
getting ready to cum again, and I pressed harder on her
clit, holding her back. I had to keep from moving my
fingers in her, else it wouldn't have worked at all.
She cried out and trembled, her voice straining as she
tried to focus on talking. "And then... she told me not
to cum... while she took the clothes pin off." She
squeezed hard on my fingers, whimpering and closing her
fists tighter on her bed covers. "I was... so close to
cumming... she had to keep squeezing... for ten
minutes... so I wouldn't."
I grinned and let up on her clit, starting to rub it
fast while also moving my fingers in her. She screamed
as she came, and she arched up, almost shoving my
fingers out of her in the process. I kept my fingers
moving and leaned down to suck on one of her nipples.
Her hands went immediately to my head and she buried
her fingers in my hair, holding me tight against her
chest, and she had another orgasm before that one had
even finished. She shoved my head away as that one
subsided, then dragged my fingers out of her, gasping
and out of breath.
"Ok," she panted, letting her legs straighten and slide
down the bed, trembling. "Need to stop... or I'm
going... to pass out."
I grinned and lay down beside her, giving her my finger
that had been in her pussy. She sucked on it greedily,
cleaning it completely of her juices, and then I
cuddled against her, kissing her deeply.
"You're not going to have the luxury of being able to
stop me later."
She turned her head and tried to focus on me, then had
to pull back to do it.
"Why's that?" She blinked blearily, then realized
something. "You have something planned for today, don't
you? Is that why Kim was teasing me so much?"
"Maybe." I grinned.
She laughed weakly and tried hitting me, which wasn't
very effective, since she was drained of energy from
her recent orgasms.
"Damn you."
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in for a kiss,
which lasted for several minutes. She cried out as she
broke the kiss when I slid my hand down her stomach and
started working her clit, shoving my hand away and
shaking.
"No! I'm too sensitive!"
"Won't make any difference later."
"Why? What are you planning?"
I just grinned at her.
"You'll find out."
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CHAPTER 13
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I joined Sara in the bathroom, washing my hand while
she cleaned herself up, then stopped her before she
could redress. I leaned down to where she sat on the
toilet and caught her in a kiss, pinching her clit and
rolling it between my fingers. She cried out, muffled
by the kiss, and shuddered as I kept working her clit,
her shaking and her cries increasing as she came again.
She shoved me away again and sagged against the water
tank.
"Damn it..." she breathed, catching her breath. "I just
finished cleaning up, you bastard." She laughed and
smiled at me. "You're going to keep me drippy all day,
aren't you?"
"Well, I hadn't been planning on it being all day, but
I could." I grinned, giving her another kiss. "Wait
here, just like you are, ok? I'm going to fetch a few
things."
She nibbled my lip and smiled, and I dashed off to my
car to fetch the butterfly vib and the rope. I paused a
moment, then grabbed my make-shift blindfold, as well,
and hurried back to Sara. I dropped the rope and the
vib just outside the door to the bathroom. She gave me
an odd look when she saw the towel.
"A dish towel?" she asked.
"Blindfold. Spur of the moment addition to my plans, so
I only had about ten minutes to find something before I
came over here."
She laughed and leaned forward, closing her eyes. I
wrapped the towel about itself so there were two flaps
that would cover the lower part of her vision, then
tied it about her head.
"What else do you have?" she asked while I was doing
that. "You dropped something in the hall."
I smiled, then bent and cupped her face in my hands,
giving her a slow kiss.
"You'll find out in a second."
I stepped out, scooped up the rope and the vib, and set
the vib on the mat that sat just outside the shower. I
didn't want to make any sound with it that might
indicate what it was until it was actually on her. I
doubled the rope and stretched it between my hands,
estimating. Hopefully it would be long enough for what
I wanted to do. If not, I'd have to adjust it
accordingly.
"Ok. Sit up straight, love, and cross your arms in
front of you, hands to your elbows."
She did as instructed, and I put the loose ends of the
rope in one of her hands. She grabbed and held,
furrowing her brow, though she didn't say anything. I
laid the rope along the crease between her arms, looped
it around once, under itself, another loop, this time
over itself, another loop, under itself, until I
reached the other side of her arms. Just barely enough
rope, I discovered, and I had to tug the loose ends a
bit to get enough slack to tie them to the looped end
of the rope.
"This is new," she said once I'd finished, testing her
restraints.
I knew she could get out of them if she just pulled her
arms across, but it would take her a few minutes to get
them loose enough. I hadn't wound it too tight, since I
didn't want to cut off her circulation.
"You going to be doing more of this?" she asked,
smiling, and then frowned slightly, stopped by the rope
from dropping a hand down.
"Maybe." I ran my fingers over her pussy, making her
purr and smile again.
"This could be interesting."
I laughed and stood, my knees protesting and popping
from having knelt on the hard floor for a bit too long.
I grabbed Sara's elbows and pulled her up so she was
standing, then spread her legs slightly. She tilted her
head, trying to see what I was doing, but I knew she
couldn't. I grinned and put my arms around her waist,
pressing her against me and kissing her. She purred,
and I could feel her trying to put her arms around me,
then she pulled out of the kiss and laughed.
"I think you've officially discovered a new level of
devilishness, Mike. I didn't think there was anything
that could get me hotter faster than you can normally,
but you found it."
I laughed and grinned, running my fingers over her ass
and making her shiver.
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"Should I test that and find out?"
She smiled even more and 'mm'ed, leaning in close to my
ear.
"Do you want to?" she whispered, then nibbled my
earlobe.
I turned and nibbled the side of her neck, moving
closer to her.
"Is that an invitation?" I whispered back, slipping my
arms closer about her.
She 'mm'ed again, more sultry this time, and rocked her
hips against me.
"Do you want it to be?" She grinned and bit the side of
my neck, her breath heavy.
I sucked her earlobe, dropping my hands to her ass
again and pressing her hard against me, matching her
rocking and whispering in her ear again.
"You keep this up, I'm just going to carry you back to
your room and take you like this."
Her breath caught, and she bit my shoulder, moaning and
shaking against me, her breath ragged. I nibbled her
neck, waiting.
"My god..." she managed after a minute, trembling
still. "You never even fucking touched me and you made
me cum. God." She rubbed her head against my shoulder,
working the blindfold off, then shook it away and
looked at me, amazed. "What the hell have you done to
me?"
I laughed, smiling, chagrined, and ran my hands over
her ass, looking at her and thinking. I hadn't been
expecting that at all.
"That wasn't planned at all," I said after a moment,
running my hands up her back and kissing her. "You
really did cum because of that?"
"Yes. And I need more. I need you. Fuck what you had
planned for today. Fuck what we agreed on. Take me.
Please. We've been teasing other so damn much the last
few months. If you can do that to me without even
touching me..." She tried lifting her arms and growled
in frustration, then looked me in the eyes, beseeching.
"Or are you going to keep torturing me?"
I held her gaze, thinking. She waited, and it occurred
to me that she would willingly wait for as long as it
took me to reach a decision. Immediately on the heels
of that was the realization of just how much I did love
her, and I smiled, lifting one hand to her face and
giving her a very long, slow kiss. She purred softly,
trying again to raise her arms, to put around my neck,
I guess, but settled for pressing against me. I
massaged the back of her neck, working slowly down,
then just wrapped my arms around her and held her while
we kissed.
A long string of further kisses followed the first,
gradually tapering off but not stopping completely. She
slid her cheek along mine 'til she was by my ear, then
kissed and nibbled my earlobe again.
"Please, Mike..." she whispered.
I kissed along her jaw line to her mouth again, then
brushed one hand over her cheek, looking at her.
"I think maybe we can do both," I said, a small,
mischievous smile on my face.
She blinked, furrowing her brow.
"How so?"
"Do you trust me?"
She made a disparaging sound.
"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to,
Mike."
I kissed her lightly.
"We can do both. I can take you today and we'll still
be able to stick with what we agreed to."
"Don't torture me, damnit!"
"Sshh." I hugged her, kissing again. "I'm sorry. Just
trust me. You'll enjoy this."
She frowned, furrowing her brow even more while she
stared at me.
"Fucking hell." She kicked my leg. "God damnit. If I
had any doubts about you, I'd say just untie me now,
but you're so... you're so god damn GOOD. You had
better make this worth it, mister. I'm so damned antsy
for next week it's horrible."
I laughed, hugging her tight and kissing her deeply.
She answered the kiss greedily, nibbling my lip and
trying, again, to do something with her arms. She
growled into the kiss and wrapped a leg around me
instead. I bit her lip as I pulled back, grinning.
"It will be worth it, love. I can guarantee that."
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CHAPTER 14
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I picked up my makeshift blindfold and put it on her
again. I paused when she murmured my name as I was
stepping back.
"Hm?"
"C'm'ere again."
I did, putting my arms around her and holding her. She
found my mouth with hers after a fractional amount of
orientation and gave me a gentle kiss.
"I love you," she said softly. "I know I don't say it
much, but I do. And I'm sorry about snapping. I'm just
so damn antsy. I want it to be next week and we can
actually fuck."
I smiled and returned her kiss, lifting the blindfold
so we could see each other.
"It's ok, love. I'm just as antsy as you are, and I was
serious about dragging you into your room and taking
you now. If you hadn't cum just then, I would have."
"God damnit! Fuck!" She beat her head on my shoulder,
crying out in frustration, then looked back up at me.
"You're going to have to make this doubly worth it now,
for telling me that. Bastard." She wriggled her arms
hopelessly. "You'd better be running high on creativity
today, 'cause you've got a lot to make up for."
She cursed and swore, and I laughed, silencing her with
a kiss. She kissed back hungrily, and I slid the
blindfold back down, then ran a hand down her stomach
to between her legs. She purred as I started rubbing
her clit, and I clasped her tighter to keep her
upright. She was trying to free her arms again so she
could cling to me, and then started to make a move to
put a leg around me, stopping when she realized she
needed it for balance.
She kissed more frantically as I worked her clit
faster, moaning and whimpering as I drove her toward
orgasm. I moved my hand to the back of her head and
held her in place, deepening the kiss as I pushed her
closer to the edge. She started shaking, trying harder
to get her arms free as she fought not to cum so she
wouldn't collapse. I adjusted the angle of my hand and
pinched her clit, as hard as I could, making her gasp
and scream into the kiss.
I grinned as I pulled back, and she panted and shook
while I rolled her clit between my fingers, still
pinching hard. She fought to stay standing.
"Think you can cum without falling down?"
"Not if you keep making it build like you are," she
said in a rush. She strained against her bonds, shaking
even more and clenching her jaw.
I grinned even more, releasing her clit suddenly and
flicking my finger over it, fast. She gasped and cried
out, and I grabbed her as she started to buckle,
holding her tight against me. I could feel more of her
juices leaking out of her as she came, warmer, and I
gathered more of her wetness to put to put on her clit,
a marginal let up in my attack. I kept flicking my
finger on her clit for another few minutes until she
was shaking too much for me to be able to hold onto
anymore, and I lowered her gently to sit on the toilet
again. She was breathing heavily, trying to catch her
breath.
"Ok," she panted. "Maybe... you can... make up for it."
I smiled against her neck and nibbled.
"How many was that?"
"An even ten."
"I think that's a new record. That was only about four
minutes."
She laughed weakly.
"I think it's the ropes." She shook her head violently,
trying to dislodge the blindfold, then cursed and
leaned back. "Oh crap. That was a bad idea."
"Light headed?"
"Just a small bit."
I leaned forward and lightly kissed her nipples,
sucking on them and making her gasp and arch her back.
I bit each one, then kissed down her stomach, pulling
her forward a bit and spreading her legs. She moaned
when she realized what I intended to do.
"Oh god. Please no."
I smiled and kissed either side of her pussy, but
didn't pull back.
"Why not?" I blew air over her still hard clit, making
her shiver.
"I'm too sensitive!"
I grinned.
"I did tell you that wouldn't make any difference
later. And it is later. And your clit looks like it
still wants some more attention, with as hard as it
is."
She cried out, a pleading sound, and then gasped and
cried out even louder as I sucked her clit into my
mouth. I circled and flicked my tongue on her, and she
started shaking almost immediately, then came a few
seconds later, screaming. I opened my mouth more to
cover her whole pussy, catching her outflow while I
continued to torture her clit with my tongue. She came
again after only a couple of seconds, then thought to
plant her feet on my shoulders and push me away.
She was panting heavily and quaking all over, her pussy
still spasming with climax, and she had her head back.
A fine sheen of sweat covered her, and I ran my fingers
lighty along her thighs, making her shiver, then took
her feet and planted them on the floor again, making
her tense. She relaxed when I closed her legs and moved
up her body to give her a kiss, feeding her, her
juices. I slid my arms around her, holding her while we
kissed and swirled her sweetness between us.
"Definitely running high on creativity today," she said
after I'd pulled back, then laughed. She was still
breathless. "What else do you have planned?"
"If we ever manage to actually leave the bathroom
here?" I asked, laughing.
She smiled and made a 'yes' sound.
"Back to my place for a bit of fun that'll hopefully be
even more enjoyable than what we've been doing so far."
"That's possible?" She laughed, short lived because she
was still trying to catch her breath.
"If the last hour is any indication, I think you're
going to be quite overwhelmed." I laughed. "Except you-
" I kissed her. "-are going to have to get cleaned up
again, and then I'll take you out for something to eat,
'cause you are definitely going to need the energy."
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CHAPTER 15
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I lifted her to her feet, which she managed shakily,
and started the shower, letting it run until the water
was just so, then stripped myself and guided her in,
making sure to keep her from stepping on the vib
sitting on the mat. She leaned against me contentedly
as I washed her, saying nothing about still being
blindfolded or having her arms tied. I turned her
around to stand facing the stream of water from the
shower head and lifted one of her legs, setting her
foot on the edge of the tub. I rested the cloth I was
using against her stomach, holding her against me and
kissing the side of her neck.
"Think you can handle having me clean you?" I asked,
turning her face to mine and kissing her.
"Mm... Just don't use the cloth. Too rough and I'm too
sensitive. I'd fall down the instant it hit my clit."
She smiled and kissed me as I laughed.
"Should I find a clothes pin, then?"
"No. Just be slow. I'll enjoy it plenty that way, so
long as you don't make me cum again. I can't take any
more just yet."
"I can't make any guarantees, but I can certainly try."
"Good. If you're getting me too close, I'll tell you."
I gave her a kiss for agreement, dropping the cloth and
running my hands down between her legs. She shifted her
legs further apart and leaned back against me more so
I'd have better access, and I set about cleaning her
up, spreading her pussy and angling my arm so the water
flowed over it, using my other hand to rub her clean.
The whole process took probably twenty minutes, since
she was still very turned on and leaking copiously.
Though that was probably due to me paying more
attention to her clit and keeping her locked in a kiss
than to actually cleaning her up.
But she was eventually clean, and I turned her around
to do the same with her backside. I turned off the
shower and then held her, one arm around her waist and
running my fingers up and down her back with the other.
She laid her head on my shoulder, purring quietly, and
I put my cheek against hers, smiling.
"I love you," I said, moving and lightly kissing the
corner of her mouth.
She smiled and lifted her head slowly.
"You're going to put me to sleep, mister, if we don't
get moving again. I want to see what devilishness you
have planned for today. Or experience it, actually."
She grinned and laughed, and I did the same, kissing
her, then helped her out of the shower. I'd forgotten
about the vib and she stepped on the remote, making it
turn on. She paused, looking down blindly at the floor
at the whisper quiet buzz.
"Is that what I think it is?" she asked, lifting her
other foot out of the tub and setting it down
carefully.
I leaned down and picked up the remote, turning the
thing off, then stepped out after her.
"Maybe," I said, smiling. There was no way I could fool
myself into thinking she'd mistake that sort of 'maybe'
to mean anything else.
"Oh god..." She looked around, trying to find me.
"You're not seriously going to have me wear that with
as sensitive as I am now, are you?"
I considered, pulling a towel of the rack and starting
to dry her off. She turned her head to follow my
movements, more out of habit than because she could see
me. I stood in front of her as I finished her legs and
put my hands on her waist, holding her close.
"I hadn't been expecting we'd end up fooling around as
much as we have when I came to pick you up," I said.
I was beginning to learn giving an indirect answer
would give a better insight into what she was and
wasn't willing to do, depending on how she answered.
Most times when she wanted to stop at a certain point,
she'd give a flat no or something similar, and when she
was wanting to see what would happen, would give an
indirect answer herself. Now was one of those times I
didn't think would be good to push for something I knew
drove her to overload fairly quickly, considering what
else I had planned for the day and how she had reacted
to even just being blindfolded and having her arms
bound.
I slipped my arms around her waist while I waited. She
turned her head and looked down at the floor, the
general area where the vib was sitting, then turned
back to me.
"I'm not going to have my arms tied up with that on, am
I?"
How to answer that? It would be entertaining, but would
make it difficult to explain in public without it being
awkward. But then, with how easy it was to get her off
even with just the very light bondage she was still in,
it would overload her too quickly and put a serious
damper on my plans. But then, it would be fun to see
how much she could handle, and she seemed more than
willing to go along with what I had planned, since she
seemed to have picked up on it meaning getting tied up
more.
I pondered, then decided to adjust my plans a bit. It
was good I didn't have anything solid set down beyond
tying her up, so that made it easy.
"Not while we're out," I answered finally.
"Good," she leaned forward and bit the side of my neck,
then grinned. "Just go easy, ok? I am EXTREMELY
sensitive now, thanks to you, and you know how easily
that thing gets me off."
"Done."
I grinned and kissed her, nibbling her lip, then knelt
and grabbed the vib, lifting her feet in turn to run
the straps over them. I pulled the vib up, then stopped
after spreading her legs a bit to make it easier to
settle the thing, eyeing her pussy. I couldn't resist
and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward and burying my
face between her legs. She gasped and screamed as my
tongue hit her clit, and she started shaking almost
immediately. I stopped after a few seconds, leaving her
trembling and about to collapse.
"God damnit, you. You're having way too much fun with
me being tied up."
She was grinning, and I bit just above her pussy,
making her draw in a sharp breath. I pulled the vib's
straps the rest of the way up and settled it against
her pussy, adjusted the straps, then stood and kissed
her, grinning as I pulled her blindfold off.
"I'm only starting."
She laughed, squinting at me until her eyes adjusted to
the sudden light.
"Really now."
"Really."
I nibbled her lip, then dried myself off and untied
her. She extended her arms slowly, flexing them until
they were willing to cooperate more fully, then shoved
me against the wall and pressed herself against me. She
was smiling as she put her arms around my neck and
wrapped a leg around me. We looked at each other, her
running her foot up and down my calf.
"You've managed to surprise me today," she said after a
moment. "And I love how you have." She kissed me and
bit my lip, looking at me through half-closed eyes.
"You're going to have to make this a regular thing now,
you know."
I laughed and grinned at her.
"You really think this would be just a one time thing?"
"With you?" She laughed. "I can never tell. You always
manage to catch me off guard and push a new button
every time you bring something back up." She ground her
hips against me, leaning in closer. "Though that
doesn't ever seem to be a problem, does it?"
"Not with you," I said, and then we were kissing, hot
and hungry.
She pressed herself harder against me, rocking against
me even more and shoving me down the wall. I obliged,
and she sat on my lap, straddling me and wrapping her
legs around me, using the added leverage to grind even
harder. The vib was in the way, and it hurt, so I had
to stop her.
"What?" she demanded, exasperated.
"Vib. It hurts when you do that."
She made a sound in her throat, annoyance, most likely,
and lifted up as she grabbed my cock. It took me a
second to realize what she was aiming to do, and I
grabbed her hand as she started to lower herself,
stopping her.
"What!?"
We looked at each other, both of us breathing heavily
and not moving. I was having a hard time thinking, most
of me wanting to just let things go and let happen
whatever would. Part of me wanted to have our first
time be more happily remembered than being too lusty
and screwing on the bathroom floor. That smaller part
of me, the thinking part, registered that Sara seemed
to be having about the same thoughts, and the more we
sat poised, the more that thinking part took over.
"Are you serious about wanting it today?" I asked after
I don't know how long. "Because if you are, I'll gladly
change what I had planned. Just I don't want it to be
here in the bathroom, you know?"
She watched me, and I noticed small twitches starting
in her legs from holding herself for so long in such an
awkward pose. She eventually shifted back a bit and
lowered herself slowly, not on me, relaxing against me
and returning her arms to around my neck. She pressed
herself against me, kissing me tenderly.
"Please..." she said quietly, a beseeching look on her
face.
I nodded and slid a hand up to the back of her neck,
pulling her forward and giving her a gentle kiss, then
looked at her.
"Ok."
She smiled, shaking as she started to cry, and she
kissed me happily, not letting up, then hugged me
tight. I held her, smiling against her neck and playing
my fingers over the back of her neck. She sniffled and
pulled back to look at me, wiping her eyes, and then
kissed me again.
"You're right. The bathroom floor wouldn't be the best
place for it." She laughed a bit, then immediately went
back to hugging me.
I waited until she had calmed down a bit, then slid my
hands down to her waist as she straightened up. I
lifted one hand and traced my fingers over her cheek,
smiling at her.
"Can I make one request?"
"Hm?"
"Don't tell Kim. Surprise her with a birthday fuck, if
you can."
She laughed, almost falling over, and she had to lean
against me again. She kissed me, still laughing.
"God, Mike. She's going to notice right off the next
time she and I do anything, especially if she wants to
eat me. There's no way I'd be able to keep it from her,
and she'd be miffed that I'd even try."
I laughed.
"All right. It was a thought. I guess the pictures will
be surprise enough."
She smiled, nestling against me as she kissed me.
"Quite. Now where are we going to do this?"
I smiled, cupping her face in my hands and caressing
her cheeks with my thumbs. I kissed her, a long and
gentle one.
"My place. I don't know how long Kim's going to be able
to keep your mom away, and I don't want to be caught by
your dad if he comes home while we're absorbed in each
other."
She started at mention of her dad and swore, then stood
hurriedly.
"What?"
"Today's his short day, and I have literally no idea
how long we've been in here."
She rushed out of the bathroom, and I blinked after
her. I dropped my hands, one landing on the vib remote.
I laughed as I heard Sara cry out and stumble in the
hall, swearing and moaning. I waited a few seconds,
long enough to know she'd cum, then turned the vib off.
"You bastard!" she called at me, and I heard the
tremble as she laughed.
I chuckled and dressed, then pocketed the vib remote,
wrung out the towel blindfold, and coiled the rope in
one hand.
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CHAPTER 16
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It was good the vib was so quiet. Sara's reactions, on
the other hand, usually weren't, and I kept the teasing
with it to a minimum because of that. Also because I
didn't want to overload her with it. I wanted her to
have enough energy and willingness for later.
I also kept the teasing with it fairly low because she
was wearing a short dress, knee length, a loose shirt,
and no bra or panties. She only smiled when I gave her
a questioning look about it and I left it at that. I
was beginning to think she had an exhibitionist streak,
as well.
After lunch, which was quite large on her part, given
how much energy she'd used already, we went to the
movies and caught a matinee showing. Not because there
was anything worth seeing, mind you. I wanted to tease
Sara for a while longer and get her worked up some
more. She had no arguments at all, and we got tickets
for one of those stupid comedies that only stay in the
theater for a month before it gets pulled for something
that will make more money.
There was another couple in the theater when we got
there, apparently having the same idea we did. Sara
blew a kiss to the woman when she looked over at us,
and I laughed when she returned it. I couldn't resist
and turned the vib on, and Sara cried out, clutching at
me and almost falling down. The other woman's eyes
widened as I flashed her the remote and then she
grinned at me, her boyfriend turning around at Sara's
cry. I turned the vib off and saluted the two, grinning
and guiding a still trembling Sara to a seat while she
smiled and muttered "Bastard." at me.
Needless to say, I don't remember anything about the
movie other than it was consistently loud enough to
safely use the vib somewhat frequently without Sara's
cries being too noticeable. I tried to keep her close
to cumming without actually pushing her over, but I was
getting too excited and she was too sensitive, so she
ended up climaxing several times, even just from
working her nipples. Not that that was bad, but it did
curb the intensity a little. For all of a few minutes,
and then Sara regained her enthusiasm and then some.
Toward the end of the movie I locked her in a kiss and
turned the vib on for a few minutes, muffling her with
my mouth while she writhed and trembled. She slid a
hand down my shorts and grabbed hold of me while I did
this, and she desperately jerked me off, trying to
distract herself from the vib. Somehow I managed not to
cum, and I turned the vib off and pulled her hand off
me before she could make me. She fell back in her seat,
panting, and I held her while she recovered, playing
with her breasts and nipples.
"Know what?" Sara asked while we sat as the credits
rolled, resting before we attempted leaving.
"You have a big wet spot on the back of your dress
now?"
She laughed and hit me lightly.
"Probably, thanks to you. But not that. I realized
something." She straightened up and looked behind us.
"Oooh! Looks like we have some shared thoughts going
on."
I looked back as well and laughed. The woman we had
seen earlier was walking down the aisle toward us, and
she smiled as she got closer. Pretty, now that I was
actually looking at her. She had a very loose
sweatshirt on, obviously too large for her, and it fell
open as she leaned over to talk with us, giving the two
of us full view down the front to oogle her bare
breasts, which she didn't seem to mind at all. Sara
held out her hand.
"Sara," she grinned.
"Cindy," the woman said, taking Sara's hand and smiling
coyly. She turned Sara's hand over and kissed her palm.
"You open to getting together sometime?"
"If it's just you and me."
"Of course."
Cindy turned Sara's hand over again and wrote her name
and a phone number. Sara pulled her closer, leaning
forward herself, and caught her in a kiss. It lasted
for several minutes, and Cindy let out a pleased hum
when she pulled back, smiling.
"Not shy, either. I like that." She grinned and kissed
air at Sara. "Call me." Then she turned and headed back
to her boyfriend, swaying her hips.
I raised my brows at Sara.
"That was the realization, I take it?"
Sara purred and made a 'yes' noise, tracking Cindy with
her eyes as she left the theater. She dropped a hand
into my lap and squeezed me hard, then started jerking
and kissing me hungrily.
"Let's go. Now I'm doubly itchy, and your teasing has
only made me worse. At this point, I don't think I'll
be satisfied until you've made me pass out."
She grinned at me and I laughed, pressing her back
against her seat and giving her a deep kiss.
"You serious about a date with her?"
"Oh hell yes. Though most of it's probably just that
you've got me so damned horny, but she was attractive,
and certainly not shy about anything."
"Not like you were either."
She grinned and bit my lip.
"You can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same,
with how she looked at us when we came in and when she
walked up just now. And I know you definitely didn't
mind watching me kiss her."
I laughed and stood, pulling her up with me. I slipped
my hands down her back to her ass. I grinned.
"Mm. Definitely a wet spot."
"It's your fault!" She laughed and hit me. "Get your
ass moving. We need to get back to your place and we
need to get there NOW!"
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CHAPTER 17
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I blindfolded her again when we got to my place, the
dish towel having dried long before in the oven heat
all closed cars create in the summer. She accepted it
without aversion and I guided her into the house from
the car. Front door safely closed, I stripped her,
leaving the vib where it was, and draped her shirt and
skirt over my shoulders.
I paused a moment to admire her, her head bowed
slightly, hands clasped behind her back, legs spread
slightly. God, but she was gorgeous.
I knelt, tracing my fingers lightly over her skin,
working up from her ankles. I circled her knee-caps,
then worked up and down her thighs, ran my finger tips
teasingly up her sides and over her arms. She didn't
move, only started trembling as I continued to tease
her with my fingers, running them across her shoulders,
weaving lines gradually down her chest and over her
breasts to circle her nipples. They hardened even more
as I did this, matched by her breathing getting more
ragged. She was shivering uncontrollably now.
"Can I cum?" she whispered.
I smiled and continued circling my fingers around her
nipples, not quite touching them.
"Not yet," I whispered back, and then pinched her
nipples, rolling them slowly.
She drew in a sharp breath and whimpered, her shaking
increasing even further as she tightened her thighs and
stomach to avoid climax. I kept at it for another
several seconds, long enough to know she was tensing
everything as much as she possibly could to hold off
orgasm, and then released her nipples. She gasped and
whimpered, panting as I trickled my fingers down her
stomach. Her skin fluttered wherever I touched, and I
paused for a minute when I reached her hips again,
holding her there while I knelt in front of her. She
needed to fall back a bit before I could do any more
without her cumming.
"Don't cum," I whispered to her.
She made a pained whimper as I moved forward, then
kissed her, slowly, just above her pussy. She drew in a
breath, and I kissed her again, a little higher, and
worked my way up her stomach. I stopped in my ascent
when I came level with her breasts, kissing across each
to her nipples, which I sucked gently, working my
tongue over them as I did. She was trembling and
completely tensed when I started kissing upward again.
She purred and tilted her head back as I reached her
throat, and then I caught her in a very slow, tender
kiss.
I slid my hands from her hips around behind her to
under her ass as she ran her own up my arms and locked
her arms around my neck. I pulled her against me,
reached into my pocket with the remote for the vib,
then put my hand back, cradling her ass. She settled
against my hands and tightened her grip on my neck,
apparently anticipating what I was going to do. She
lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist,
clinging more tightly to me as I shifted my hands to
hold her more easily. Awkward, but I wasn't planning to
hold her like that for long.
"Shoulder," I breathed into her ear as I kissed her
earlobe. "Bite."
She nodded and bowed her head forward, biting my
shoulder through her shirt. I waited a few seconds,
kissing just below her ear. She was starting to get
heavy, but I wanted to tease her a bit, build her
anticipation a little more before starting to move.
"Now you can cum," I whispered, lightly biting the side
of her neck as I turned the vib on.
She tensed immediately and then shuddered, screaming
into my shoulder as she came, muffled by her shirt and
mine. She continued to moan and whimper loudly as the
vib tormented her, shaking and biting my shoulder, and
I waited until she came again before starting to walk.
She crushed herself against me as I headed to my room,
and I turned the vib off as I fell forward onto my bed.
She dropped her head back and panted, catching her
breath, and I lightly kissed along her neck and throat
while she recovered and relaxed her grip on me.
"You... are so... fucking... evil."
I laughed and lifted up to look at her, then kissed
her, caressing my fingers over her cheek and brushing
her hair back.
"I haven't even started, love."
"Oh god..." She swiveled her head so she was facing me
more directly. "What... do you... have planned?"
"Are you willing to be tied up again? More completely
this time?"
"Oh god..."
She clutched at me more tightly as she trembled through
another orgasm. She bit at my shoulder again,
whimpering while she came down, then fell back again.
"Is that answer enough?" she asked breathlessly while
laughing weakly, and I grinned. She knew full well it
was.
I gave her another kiss, then positioned her on the
bed, putting a folded towel under her ass. Towels were
becoming a definite must wherever we went anymore. I
tied her hands first, lifting them above her head and
fixing them to the anchor point at the head of the bed,
then lifted her legs, looped ropes around her knees. I
drew them tight, spreading her legs as far as I dared
without making her uncomfortable, then fixed the ropes
to the anchors on the side of the bed. Fixing ropes to
the two corner anchors at the foot of the bed, I tied
her hips down with those.
Finished, I stepped back. I definitely needed to draw
this. Kim would very likely get a kick out of it, and
it would be a perfect opportunity to torture Sara for a
little bit longer. I grabbed a clothespin, shifted the
vib a little, then fixed it to her clit. She gasped and
started trembling, trying to rock her hips or bring her
hands down or even move. She lifted her head.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Drawing," I answered innocently. "I want you to be
quiet while I do. Or as quiet as you can be."
"Oh shit. You're not-"
She gave a loud cry as I turned the vib on and began
trembling violently, pulling tight against her bonds.
I'm sure if she'd been able, she'd have curled up and
been screaming into the blanket by now, but the ropes
held. I grinned as she shook, squirming as much as she
was able and breathing hard through clenched teeth,
moaning and whimpering with her head thrown back.
I grabbed a big sheet of paper, a pen, and an empty
folio to draw on and began drawing. It was more a quick
sketch than a drawing, since I didn't want to spend too
long on it, but I stopped after only a few minutes as
Sara tensed, shaking violently, and then screamed as
she came. Hard. I blinked and turned the vib off. That
was a definite first. She'd NEVER cum before with her
clit pinched like that. It took her several minutes for
her to catch her breath enough to speak, lax in her
bonds but twitching every time she was hit with an
aftershock.
"Do not EVER make me cum like that again." Definitely
not happy. I made note to never to do that to her
again. At least not anytime soon, anyway. "That hurt. A
lot. And I don't want to be fucked by the damn vib. I
need you. Finish the fucking drawing and take me. Own
me. Make me yours."
I set the folio, drawing, and pen aside briefly, laying
alongside her and holding her while I gave her a slow
kiss. I ran a hand over her sweaty chest and breasts
while I did, making her purr and arch up.
"And you had better not be wearing anything when you
do, mister," she said as I pulled back.
"No worries, love," I answered, smiling and kissing
each of her nipples.
She jerked sharply as I turned the vib on again, almost
screaming, and I wandered leisurely back to my drawing,
turning the vib off.
"Michael..." she panted, falling back against the bed.
"You're going to torture me, aren't you?"
"Hm... I had been planning on something to that effect
today." I was grinning, and I knew she would notice
just by the tone of my voice.
"Fucking bas-"
She screamed again as the vib came on, straining
against the ropes again and shaking. I turned it off
again after about a minute, letting her cool down a
little. I repeated the torture until the drawing was
done, which was about twenty minutes more. I scanned it
over, satisfied with it, then set it aside and
stripped. I climbed onto the bed and lay on Sara,
holding her and kissing her. I lifted the blindfold
from her eyes and traced my fingers over her face. We
looked at each other, her face softening as my fingers
moved, and I kissed her gently.
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CHAPTER 18
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"Are you ready?" I asked softly.
"Take the vib and the clothes pin off and I will be,"
she whispered back, then leaned up and kissed me. "And
leave my legs untied. I want to be able to hold you."
"What about your arms?"
I glanced up at them, then back at her. She tilted her
head and looked up the bed to where her hands were
bound, thinking, then turned back to me and shook her
head.
"It... After. I only want to be completely untied
after. I can't explain it right now. Just want to be
restrained for this."
I nodded and gave her a slow kiss, then worked down her
body, kissing and tracing my fingers over her skin. I
looked up as I reached the juncture of her legs and saw
she was watching me. I smiled at her and took the top
of the clothes pin between my teeth. She tensed
everything as she drew in a breath and held it, and I
slowly pulled the clothes pin off. She shivered and
gasped as it unlatched completely, and I let it drop as
I started kissing her thighs.
"God, Mike," she breathed. "Stop. Please. I can't hold
back if you keep doing that. I don't want to cum yet."
I smiled against her leg, then kissed each of her
thighs again before pulling away and untying the ropes.
She slid her legs slowly down the bed to get rid of the
stiffness while I ran my fingers up and down them. I
leaned down after a few minutes and kissed her stomach,
latching my fingers through the straps of the vib and
pulling it down. I dropped it on the floor, making a
mental note to clean it later, then crawled back up the
bed and lay on Sara again. She wrapped her legs around
my waist as I settled myself against her pussy, and we
rocked slowly against each other.
"Take me," she said quietly, kissing me. "Own me. I
want to be yours."
Obviously, her 'own me' statements weren't registering
at all, else I'd have probably been a little weirded
out at the time. As it was, I was too intent on her and
what we were doing to register anything beyond the
'fuck me already' overtones of what she was saying.
That and nervous beyond belief. I'd been able to hide
my lack of experience before now through sheer
inventiveness and the ability to shut out higher
thought once things got going, a survival trait of
artists, I've noticed, when we get lost in working on a
piece. But this... This was an entirely different and
much larger step on the intimacy ladder, and I was
afraid I'd not live up to expectations. Of all times to
start thinking again.
How to turn it off again?
I was worked up as all hell, and her grinding against
me wasn't helping at all. I had to pull back to keep it
from putting me over, and she whimpered as I did. I
'ssshhh'ed and quieted her with a kiss, making it slow
and gentle, and as I put my love for her into that
single show of affection, I realized her trembling was
subsiding. I hadn't even noticed she had been, and I
narrowed my focus to just the kiss, losing myself in it
and her own nervousness eased.
I settled against her again and she purred into my
mouth, locking her legs around my waist again. We
started rocking against each other, a slow, steady
rhythm, and I was lost. There was nothing but her, only
Sara and pleasing her. I was gone, subsumed.
I have no idea how long I held to her like that as we
kissed and rocked, but it was beautiful. There's no
other word for it. But at the same time, there are no
words for it. They are an utter failure for such an
experience. There was no longer any 'me.' I simply was,
nothing more than my love for her. Worshipping her, I
suppose would be a good way of describing it, but it
was both beyond that and entirely unlike it.
I don't remember any of what I did while I was like
that, other than knowing I was completely aware of her
every nuance and I never ceased kissing her. I don't
remember when she slipped into the same state, except
it was like a meshing together, locking into unison and
becoming one for a single, eternal moment. I pulled
back a little, never breaking the kiss, and slid a hand
down between us to position myself. I was thoroughly
slicked with her juices and my own, which was
unimportant. A simple act. Instinctual. I knew where to
go, where to stop, and I shifted my position a small
bit for better entry, and then pushed slowly forward.
She moaned into my mouth as I did, tightening her legs
around me and pulling me in, and I stopped after
sliding in only a small bit. She whimpered as I moved
my hand back up and wrapped my arms around her, and
then she rocked her hips up as she tightened her legs
more, driving me into her.
I had been on the edge already, and sliding into her,
feeling her virginity go with that fluid motion, and
her muffled cry into my mouth put me over. I buried
myself as far as I could in her, clutching her as she
held her legs tight about me, and she shivered and
moaned as she felt me cum. I broke the kiss as my
orgasm subsided, gasping and burying my face against
her neck. She squeezed my cock with her pussy while she
kissed my neck, keeping me hard. How she knew that
trick I have no idea, and she's never really explained.
I lightly kissed the side of her neck when I'd come
back to myself, making my way up to her mouth again,
then looked at her.
"I'm sorry," I said, kissing her again. "I had been
wanting to last a bit longer than that."
She shook her head and smiled, eyes sparkling with
tears. There were wet trails down the side of her face.
"No. It's ok. Honestly. I had been hoping it
wouldn't... that we'd be able to cum together, but it
hurt too much. Which is why I'm not letting you move
right now." She locked her legs more firmly around me.
"It still hurts, but it's fading." She kissed me, a
lovingly gentle one. "And I didn't want you to last
very long. I needed you, need you, in everything." She
kissed me again. "Please believe me. I wanted this, no
matter how it went."
I smiled, holding her tight in a hug, burying my face
against her neck again, then lifted back to look at her
again.
"I know. I wanted it to be better than this, though."
She laughed, shaking her head from side to side in
bemused negation.
"God, Mike. No. No no no. God, no. You've made this
absolutely wonderful. I can't think how you could have
made today any better. I can't explain how happy you've
made me. I've been wanting to give myself to you for...
god, I don't even remember how long now, anymore. A
long time." She laughed. "You do things to me and make
me feel things Kim can't even hold a candle to. You
make me feel absolutely incredible and loved, and I
don't want you thinking you're needing to meet some
impossible standard. What you are and what you do is
enough for me. I love you, Mike, more than I can ever
express."
She sniffled and rocked her head from side to side,
trying to blot the tear streaks away. I extricated a
hand and did it for her. She was still crying, smiling
radiantly. I blinked as I felt a tear fall from the tip
of my nose, and more tears squeezed out and trickled
down my nose. I laughed, then buried my face against
her neck again, suddenly overwhelmed, and cried. I've
only ever cried for joy one other time, but the second
time wouldn't be for quite a while yet.
Sara kissed my neck while I did, light kisses, and then
just leaned her check against mine, murmuring, "I love
you." over and over again. It took me a few minutes to
recover, and I sniffled as I pulled back to look at
her.
"Does that mean you love me too?" she asked. She was
smiling, and I had never seen her look so incredibly
beautiful.
I had to laugh at that question, and I slid my hands up
her back and held her face, giving her a hard, loving
kiss.
"With everything I am," I replied, then repeated it, an
almost whisper. "With everything I am." I kissed her
again, a long, sweet kiss. "I love you."
She smiled.
"I love you too." She turned her head and looked up at
her bonds. "Can I have my hands back, though?"
"If you answer me something."
"Anything."
"Shift up."
She did, and somehow we managed to move in unison,
keeping me from slipping out of her. I reached up and
untied her hands, giving her a kiss while I did. She
groaned as she dropped her arms down, setting her hands
against my sides. I pulled back a bit, but continued
giving her kisses until she stopped me, smiling.
"What do you want me to answer?"
"What do you mean by wanting me to own you?" I only
half-recalled her saying that, and I was finding I
needed to work on vague recollections like that or it'd
pop into my head hours later and then stay there.
She gave an amused hum, wrapping her arms around my
neck and kissing me.
"Just that. I want you to own me. It's... I hadn't been
expecting... God, this is hard to explain." She let out
a small sigh, looking past me while she thought, then
returned to me after a minute. "Ok. I've done a lot of
reading about sex stuff. Pretty much anything and
everything. Techniques and positions. Also fetishes,
from basic stuff like toys to stuff I can't even
comprehend enjoying, like necrophilia or coprophilia."
"Caprophilia?"
"Shit fetish."
"Oh. Definitely no kink there."
"Yeah. That's what I thought. So I got into reading
about bondage. A lot. This was back when I was still
only... ten or eleven, I guess. Something like that.
But I realized even then, before my libido really
kicked on, that it was a major kink for me."
"What's that have to do with owning you, though?"
"I'm getting there!" She laughed and kissed me. "That's
why you tying me up has put me into overdrive and made
it so easy for you to get me off, even without actually
doing anything but talk. It's..." She sighed and paused
again, then shook her head. "I can't explain it,
really. But basically, when I started reading about
bondage, the ideologies and mindset and what not, I
realized I'm a sub when it comes to sex."
I looked blankly at her. A sub? Sandwiches were the
only thing that came to mind.
"Submissive, silly. I'm a sexual submissive. I know
you've noticed. I don't know if you've registered it
like that, but you do take advantage of it, pushing me
when I don't resist much, or at all."
"Is that bad? That I do that? I'll stop if you don't
like it."
She laughed, hugging me and clutching her legs tighter
while she kissed me.
"Hell no! I love it. It really gets me going, being
'forced.' I'd stop you if I didn't actually want you to
do it, and you've been good about those times I have
wanted you to stop." She kissed me again. "That's what
I mean about wanting you to own me. That's why I wanted
this so badly, because I know you're not going to take
advantage of me because of my submissiveness. I want to
be your sexual slave. And that's why I wanted to be
bound when you... when we first did, because it... it
was a symbol for me, my submission to you and giving
myself to you." She gave me a searching look. "Are you
ok with that? With me wanting to be owned by you? With
knowing this about me?"
I wasn't sure, and I looked at her while I thought,
studying her face. I focused on her eyes, naturally. I
loved how they changed color to match her moods, but
they were always gorgeous. I gave her a slow kiss after
a few minutes.
"I need a bit of time to think about it. It's kind of
like you telling me about you and Kim. Need to
assimilate first before being sure if it bothers me.
Though I think it's just the terminology of it that
seems weird. I haven't ever thought about it like
that." I gave a small laugh. "I never really read that
deeply into bondage. Just some research on rope
techniques when I noticed you enjoyed being held down,
so I never ran across the concepts and whatever behind
it." I kissed her, brushing my fingers over her cheeks
and smiling at her. "I don't see that it'll change our
relationship, though. At least not in any bad way."
She smiled as I moved down and kissed her, then gasped
and tightened against me as I flexed inside her. I
grinned at her.
"Right now I'm more interested in knowing if you're
ready to continue where we left off."
She grinned right back, pulling me back down to her and
giving me a hungry kiss.
"Oh yes," she purred. "Give me every reason to be
yours. Love your slave and teach her what bliss is."
She arched up and moaned as I started to move in her,
matching my rhythm once we picked up on the other's
motions, and we made love the rest of the day.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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