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 Daytona Beach Desire

   Chapter 1
Posted: June 05, 2011 - 08:14:01 am

   Winter in northern Michigan gets cold, damn cold, every year.  There is
always enough snow on the ground to suit the most finicky snow lover. 
Hell, during the worst of the winter, we walk through tunnels of snow piled
high along the sidewalks, higher than I can even reach in some cases.  The
college has some high powered sidewalk snow blowers that can send a solid
column of snow about forty feet into the air.  By January, every sidewalk
has become a trough through the accumulated snow that can easily reach ten
feet in height.  Yet, depending upon one's destination and point of
departure, it is very possible, hell damn likely, that it will be necessary
to walk across an area of the campus on which snow does not accumulate, for
whatever reason, probably because there is a constant wind of about thirty
miles an hour.  (All right, maybe not thirty mph, but it sure feels like
it.)

   By the time the second semester is underway by a few weeks, the only
thing on the mind of most guys that I know is the pending arrival of
spring. Our dorm even hosts a "End of the Snow" party just to celebrate the
change from all white everywhere to the possibility that green grass may
actually exist on campus somewhere.

   My name is Erik.  I am a "just turned" twenty one year old second year
engineering student at a college in northern Michigan.  I live in a
residence hall of all men, sharing a room with another engineering major,
Mickey White.  Mickey is from New Jersey.  He has a million stories of
living in the "hood", most of which are pretty depressing, yet he just
happens to be one of the nicest guys I have ever known.  Mickey's outlook
about life in general, and women specifically, can be pretty tough.  To the
people who know him well, to his friends, there is honesty and sincerity
and a definite sense of caring that breaks through the facade, but to a
number of the guys in our dorm, just his appearance and posture scares the
hell out of them, never mind the stories that he tells sitting around the
beer keg on a Friday night.

   Over the Thanksgiving holiday break, Mickey had spent a few days at my
house as a part of a ski outing we had planned.  Over the course of several
evenings, the conversation around our fireplace drifted to Spring and then
to Spring Break and then to a pause, where we both looked at one another as
if we had just experienced a revelation.  We would plan a trip to Daytona
Beach over Spring Break and absorb enough sun to last until summer.  Oh, we
made plans, elaborate plans, the plans of great dreamers with fertile
imaginations.  There was endless conversation of "I heard" and "I can just
see" and "Can you imagine" thoughts that peppered our banter and bolstered
our enthusiasm.  It was fun to dream, but we both knew that neither of us
could afford such a trip.

   We had made no effort to restrain our enthusiasm or muffle our
conversation, and I was not concerned that any of my family might overhear,
but I was very, very surprised when my Dad called a few weeks ago with a
proposal.

   "Son, when you were home for Thanksgiving, you had quite a time
entertaining yourself and your roommate with the notion of going to
someplace in Florida for Spring Break."

   "Yeah Dad, we did.  Mickey has never been there either, and it has been
a really rough winter for snow up here, and it just sounded like such a
great time.  But you know as well as anyone that we can't afford to do
that. I have to work all summer just to save up enough for this place."

   "I know.  That's why I am calling.  Your Mother and I have a proposition
for you."

   "What's up?"

   "Nothing's up.  We just had an idea, and want to sound it out with you."

   "Okay, what do you have in mind?" I was terrified that he would propose
that we go there as a family.

   "Well, your sister says that all of her friends are going down there. 
Now you know how she exaggerates, but we did check, and at least several
girls from her school are indeed heading to Daytona Beach for their
vacation."

   "Yeah, and so what?"

   "So your Mom and I thought that maybe Mickey and you could take your
sister and one of her friends down there with you."

   "Aww, come on Dad.  I don't want to have to drag my little sister around
on vacation and baby sit her."

   "Don't sell your sister short, Son.  She is perfectly capable of taking
care of her own entertainment, but I won't let her go alone, and her friend
can only go with her if you two go along, just to provide a safety net for
them.  You don't have to do anything else, just be visible to them and
their friends and be there if they need you."

   "We still can't afford it, Dad."

   "That's the other part of the deal.  Mom and I will pay for both you and
Mickey, the whole thing-- gas, food, hotel, all of it, for both of you."

   "You're not just teasing me, are you Dad?  You really mean you'd pay for
the whole trip?"

   "Yes son, we will do that, just so that we can have some peace and quiet
around here.  You'd think beaches everywhere would cease to exist after
this Spring Break, to hear your sister tell it."

   "I need to ask Mickey, when he gets back from class, but then I'll call
you."

   When Mickey returned from class that evening, I laid out the proposal
that my father had offered.

   "What are you, nuts?  Your sister is, what, all of fourteen?  I'm
supposed to be responsible for keeping her safe?  God damn, Erik, she's got
a better body on her than half the girls in this university, and you want
to parade her around on a beach with a sign that says 'Don't Touch'!"

   "Come on Mickey, Hanna is almost seventeen, and she's my sister.  I
don't think of her body as "hot."

   "Well, she's not mine, and I can be truthful.  Your sister, however old
she is, has a killer body that every guy in this world, other than you,
would love to jump!  How does you father propose that we prevent that,
anyway?"

   "I'm almost afraid to tell you this part." I paused, trying to figure
out how to say the words but have them have different meanings.  "He has
booked us a room with two king size beds -- he already paid for it and the
security deposit too.  I guess he figures if we all have to sleep in the
same room, we will be able to keep tabs on her."

   "I can't believe you agreed to this."

   "Did I mention that she is bringing along her best friend?"

   "I can just imagine.  The lookers always have the doggiest girl friends.
Have you ever seen this one?"

   "I don't even know who she has invited, but I do think some of her
friends that I have met are very pretty."

   "You are just saying that to appease me." Whenever Mickey gets excited,
he begins to talk in the neighborhood slang, and he was definitely excited.
"Lemme tell ya dis.  I'm gonna go on record here.  This is a dumb idea;
dumbest thing ta ever come from your mouth.  It's not going to work out the
way you think or the way your dad thinks.  It's gonna be a disaster, but
it's gonna be in Florida where it is warm, so I don't care.  Yea, I'll go
with ya, and I'll look after your little sis and her friend, even if I have
to tie 'em to a tree on the beach."

   "Mickey, you are just too much!"

   "Seven glorious days in the sun," I declared as we motored down the
interstate.  "Seven days out of the snow and cold to the land of beaches
and bikinis."

   Mickey, sitting next to me, was already checking his watch, I guess
trying to estimate our arrival time.

   "Forget it, Mick.  We have to stop overnight in Atlanta.  My dad said
fifteen hours was too long for anyone to drive."

   "You drive half, and I'll drive the other half."

   "Won't work.  The rental car that Dad got allows only one driver, and he
had to list my name.  We'll get there tomorrow, and besides, don't
complain. He's paying for it anyway."

   My father had assembled us together before we left to make sure that all
four of us knew "the rules".  The girls were not allowed to drink anything
with alcohol.  They were required to be back to our hotel room by 10 pm
each night, and they had to let us know where they were going to be each
day so that we could find them if we needed to.  But the best part was when
he said that Mick and I did not have to watch over them, and that we were
free to enjoy ourselves but that we needed to remember that big brothers
have a duty towards their little sisters to protect them.  Then he
immediately declared Micky to be an "honorary big brother" to both girls.

   Of course the girls both complained about the restrictions, but Dad gave
them no mind, reminding them that those were the only conditions under
which either would be allowed to go at all.

   It was only thirty five degrees when we left home and all four of us
were wearing winter coats.  By noon, we were half way to Atlanta and when
we stopped for lunch, all four coats went into the trunk.  I had never met
my sister's friend, Caitlin, before this morning.  With her being covered
up with a winter coat, I was not able to form much of an opinion on her
figure.  Mickey's concerns about her being a doggy girlfriend certainly did
not seem to be warranted, at least from her face.  Caitlin is cute, easily
the cutest of any of my sister's friends that I have met.  I could see her
in the mirror as I drove, and I was impressed.  She has a cute smile,
beautiful green eyes and what can only be described as fiery red hair. 
Shedding the winter coats at lunch only told me that her baggy sweatshirt
was just that, baggy, but at least it was baggy on what looked like a very
slender frame.  Mickey worries too much, I think.

   The second half of the day passed quickly and without incident.  After
dinner, we found the hotel that Dad had reserved for us, checked in, and
then sat around the balcony of the room listening to Mickey tell us some of
his stories about growing up in the 'hood.  How any guy survives in that
environment is beyond me, but he did, and I give him all the credit in the
world for rising above it.  The girls went into the room first to get ready
for bed, and I could hear them giggling about something or other in the
bathroom as they changed clothes.  Mickey had just turned on the television
in the room, and we were both standing by our bed when the girls popped out
of the bathroom.

   Hanna was first, scampering quickly across the room to the bed, but
being cleverly careful to provide us with teasing glimpses of her body now
covered with what can best be described as Baby Doll pajamas.  Her nipples
were discreetly covered by extra material, but I could clearly see the
outline of her breasts.  I had an instant flashback to the comment that
Mickey had made earlier this year about her body being hot, and for the
first time in my life, looked at my sister's figure with that in mind.

   Caitlin allowed Hanna to get under the sheet before making her own dash
from the bathroom.  Whatever modesty panels there were in Hanna's pajamas
did not seem to exist in Caitlin's negligee.  Her breasts and nipples were
clearly visible, and she was obviously excited about it because her nipples
appeared to be hard and extended.  When she ran around the other side of
their bed, she presented us both with a delightful exposure to her pantie
covered butt, and I must admit that image was breathtaking.

   Mickey was the first to respond.  "Ummmm girls.  If that is the way you
plan on dressing on this trip, we are going to have to rethink the whole
thing."

   Hanna, of all people, Hanna my prim and proper, never doing anything bad
at home little sister, teased right back.  "What's the matter Mickey, did
we embarrass you?" Both girls giggled as an echo.

   "No, you didn't embarrass me, Hanna.  It's just that your brother has
painted a picture for me of you as this shy, demure, virginal little girl
with dorky girlfriends, and suddenly we are presented with not one but two
absolutely gorgeous little hotties.  I just was not anticipating such a
treat."

   "I don't know about the virginal, but they are definitely not shy and
demure, " I tossed in.

   "I think we did, Hanna.  I think we embarrassed them.  I don't think
they are accustomed to seeing girls in their pjs.  Talk about a
disappointment.  Two big college studs that blush when they see a pretty
girl or two." Caitlin was not shy about teasing, that was for sure.

   Not to be outdone, Mickey's retort was,"Sorry, Caitlin.  The girls we
see just don't ever wear pajamas."

   "All right.  All right!" I said, hoping to settle this down before it
got out of hand.  "We have a long drive tomorrow, and I need some sleep."

   A flat tire, which involved unpacking the entire trunk to get access to
the tools and spare, and then a two hour delay on the Interstate while
somewhere up ahead cars that had collided were cleared from the roadway
made our travel day long and frustrating.  By the time we arrived at the
hotel, I was tired of driving and hungry as a horse.  Mickey is always
hungry, so that was nothing new to him, and even the girls had appetites.
After dinner we walked along the beach and just tried to unwind from the
drive.  Even with the anticipation of the beach, the sand, and the warm
weather, ten hours cramped in a car is a long day for anyone.  By nine
o'clock, we were all dragging.  At Mickey's insistence, I bought a twelve
pack at the nearest convenience store and the four of us sat on the tiny
balcony of our room enjoying the moment.  I had decided earlier that, as
long as they were with us, I would allow the girls to drink beer, but only
if they were with us.  Even though they will both deny ever having had beer
before that night, I'm not sure I would believe that.  Yes it was warm
outside, probably forty degrees warmer than at home, but these girls
managed to keep up with Mic and I through the first twelve pack.

   By the end of the fourth beer, they started getting giggly and I should
have known that it was the start of trouble.  When they could no longer
talk clearly, I called it quits and sent them inside.  Mick and I stayed
out there, listening to the sounds of the beach and of the other kids
celebrating.  After finishing another beer and getting tired of listening
to the girls giggling inside, I gave Mick the nod and we both headed in as
well.  Imagine our surprise when we found ourselves staring at two very
attractive young ladies, each sitting upright in separate queen size beds,
each without a top or any other covering to their very nicely developed
breasts.

   "Whoa, Jesus!" Mickey had entered first.

   "Hanna, what the hell gives?  What are you doing?"

   "Your really didn't think Caitlin and I were going to spend the next
seven days sleeping with each other did you?"

   Immediately, Caitlin added, "Erik, I may have come down here as a
virgin, but I'm not leaving as one.  And I'd much rather do it with someone
I know than somebody on the beach."

   "Caitlin, you're only sixteen --"

   "No, I'm seventeen, soon to be eighteen, and Hanna will be seventeen in
three weeks, in case you've forgotten.  And don't even start to tell us
that we are not old enough."

   "Caitlin is the only one of my friends who has not slept with a boy
yet." With that, Hanna threw the sheet that had been covering her down to
the bottom of the bed and stood upright on the mattress, stark naked. 
Caitlin wasted no time in doing the same, leaving Mickey and I to feast our
eyes on two very sexy girls.

   With a new boldness that I had not detected before, Caitlin looked at me
and asked, "Are you going to tell us that you wouldn't like to sleep with
us?"

   My sister took one look at Mickey and said, "If you say yes to that,
Mickey, your pants will tell that you're lying!"

   Good old Mickey's hard on had given him away, although I really can't
blame him.  I had never thought of my sister as particularly erotic, but a
half dozen beers and now seeing her naked made me rethink that.  She was
damn hot and her best friend Caitlin was dynamite.  If my sister was
determined to lose her cherry on this trip, there was no better guy to take
it than Mickey.  I certainly had no reservations about taking Caitlin's at
the same time.

   Chapter 2
Posted: June 05, 2011 - 08:14:01 am
I was standing there at the balcony doorway looking at this beautiful,
naked, copper-haired girl who had just invited me to relieve her of her
virginity.  Tall, slender, slightly rounded hips, a very cute face
surrounded by long copper colored tresses with tiny strands of blond that
waved in soft curls to her shoulders, breasts that were certainly more than
a mouthful with nipples about the size of my little finger tip, almost
brown in color and sticking straight out towards me--it took me longer to

write this than it did to strip off my shirt and shed my shorts and briefs.

   She met me with open arms and we kissed, hungrily at first and then with
her tongue in my throat while I began to caress her nipples with my free
hand.  They were as hard as they appeared and apparently sensitive as well.
She flinched from my touch but immediately pushed her breast back into my
hand.  She apologized.  "I'm sorry.  You're the first boy that I have ever
let touch my breasts."

   After just a minute, I moved my hand down, allowing it to tickle her
belly as it made its way to her crotch.  Much to my delight, Caitlin had
not succumbed to the pressure of her peers in shaving her bush.  It was
trimmed neatly to stay within the confines of her swimsuit but it was still
there in all of its heavenly softness.  I had never had sex with a redhead
until that moment, and had really never encountered copper colored pubes
before, and thus found a certain fascination with this unique bush.  I
lingered, perhaps more than necessary, given the moisture seeping from
Caitlin, but I wanted to tease her up to a very high level to overcome
whatever pain she would feel in a moment.

   When she began to moan and push her hips up towards my face, I moved
between her legs, raised her thighs above my shoulders and held my cock in
my right hand.  Taking a few swipes up and down her labia, just to
lubricate the head, I took aim and pushed into her.  I felt the resistance
and then the tear, and then heard her whimper as I continued my thrust
until I was fully engaged in her cunt.  I stayed there, motionless for a
minute, until I saw her face relax, her wince go away, and her eyes open
once again.  As that happened, I began to pull out and then push back in,
beginning slowly and with a moderate intensity in my voice and face.  I
moved slightly to assure friction on her clit and managed to last at least
three minutes before the pulsing and contractions of her vaginal muscles
were more than I could ignore.  With my orgasm imminent, I made a few final
thrusts and then felt my jism blasting its way into her body, coating the
walls of her cunt and splashing everywhere as I thrust into her repeatedly.
She screamed out as we came together, wrapping her legs around my waist and
her arms around my chest.

   Even after I had more or less collapsed onto her chest, I could feel her
vaginal muscles contracting, milking my cock of its remaining juice.  We
kissed for a few minutes but then succumbed to the pleasure of the moment.

   Hanna and Mickey had been watching us from the other bed.  When he saw
us collapse in the afterglow, he wasted no time.  He did not bother with
any gentle caresses of Hanna's breasts nor even with more than a few simple
kisses.  He went directly down, positioned himself between her legs and
threw his body at her crotch.

   Being a true Scandinavian blond, Hanna's bush was light brown at best,
almost blond, and almost invisible from more than a few feet away.  Like
me, Mickey thought girls who had shaved their pubes looked silly, almost
childish.  He wasted no time in burying his head into Hanna's crotch. 
Hanna's natural reaction was to push him away, but he persisted, sucking
her clit into his mouth and eliciting a scream of surprise and delight from
her when he did so.  Soon Hanna was moaning and her thighs were slapping
against Mickey's head.

   About the time I rolled off of Caitlin, Hanna lost complete control of
her emotions and succumbed to her urges.  Instead of merely slapping
Mickey's head with her thighs, she actually locked her legs around his head
and then pulled his upper body off the bed as he make jabbing moves with
his tongue into her vaginal opening.

   Caitlin and I watched from the bed as Mickey reached both arms forward,
grabbing Hanna's breasts and pulling and twisting them with a pseudo
intensity.  Hanna was shaking her head from side to side, uncontrollably.
We just watched, silently.

   Eventually Hanna relaxed her leg lock on Mickey's head.  Immediately he
moved up, positioned his cock at the doorway to her cunt and rubbed it in
her moisture.  Mickey is endowed the way most men dream they were.  From
where we lay on the bed, I would guess his cock is at least nine inches
long, and certainly as thick as Hanna's wrist, which was the only thing I
could see to compare it to at the time.  As soon as he was in position, he
told Hanna, "This will probably hurt a bit," and then pushed his cock into
her vagina.  Or at least he tried.

   He grunted, looked down, aimed for a second time, and held his cock to
assist its entry, but was rebuffed again.  "Jesus," he complained to her,
"how thick is your cherry?" With that, he rolled over onto his back and
pulled Hanna up onto him.

   "Bring your knees along side my body and squat over me." As he aligned
himself with her he said, "Now, just let yourself fall onto my hips."

   Hanna nodded that she understood.  Slowly she began to lower herself
onto Mickey's cock, and as she did so, she began to make little noises as
her cherry was getting stretched.  "Ow!  Ow!  OW!!  OW!!!!  OW!!!" Her
voice raised from a whimper to a cry as she sank further down onto his
shaft.  Finally, in a move that looked almost desperate, he grabbed her
hips with both of his hands and pulled her forcefully onto his rigid pole.
Hanna's scream of pain was probably heard two blocks away.  Hanna grabbed
at her crotch, as if it would do any good, and Mickey, bless his heart,
held as still as he could until her pain subsided.

   He was no where near all the way into her, a good four or five inches of
his cock was still seeking the warmth of her body.  Gently, and slowly, he
lifted her body up and then allowed it to slide down on him again.  After
the third lift, Hanna finally figured out that she could help in this
effort, and began flexing her legs and lifting up on his shaft on her own.
With his cock rubbing against her clit as she moved, her appearance and
demeanor changed quickly.  Within a dozen strokes, she bent forward and
changed her motion to be a rotation of her hips, assuring maximum contact
with his cock.  At the same time, her breathing changed.  We could hear her
panting and grunting and then talking to herself, encouraging herself to
ride him harder and harder.  For his part, Mickey was in heaven.  He lay
motionless on the bed, flat on his back while this overly horny young
virgin massaged his cock with her cunt.  He allowed her to cum twice before
he lost control of his own emotions.

   "Oh yeah, come with Daddy, Baby," he called out as he blasted a full
load of hot cum into her.

   As her own orgasm ended, Hanna allowed her body to slide even further
down onto Mickey's cock, until she was able to take nearly all of it into
her cunt.

   Having watched Hanna, Caitlin took my cock in her hand and gently pulled
on it.  "Can we do it that way?" Without waiting for my answer, she rolled
up onto my hips and with just the slightest guidance from me, slid down
onto my pole.

   With her on top, I was able to play with her breasts, which I did with
both hands.  Her nipples were hard and extended and when I twisted them
gently, she actually shuddered.  When she sat more upright, I began to rub
her clit with my thumb which produced an immediate moan, then a groan and
then with an incredible series of vaginal contractions, another orgasm.  I
felt like something was actually milking the cum out of my cock and the
feeling was amazing.  Her cunt is so tight, I could hardly move inside her.

   By morning, we had fucked twice more.  I was beginning to think the girl
was insatiable.  She had a hunger for sex that had obviously been oppressed
for some time and now that I had freed it, she was catching up on what she
had missed.  Not at all shy about having sex in front of Hanna and Mickey,
she even made a valiant effort to give me a blow job but choked and coughed
when she tried the deep throat action.

   Mickey and Hanna were equally active through out the night, but Hanna
complained that she was still very sore and begged off of anything further
until the pain when away.  Mickey quickly convinced her of the merits of
oral sex, and she spent the rest of the night sucking his cock and trying
to master the technique of swallowing it all.

   No one had enough energy to get up, much less find anything for
breakfast, but by noon we all managed to struggle out and find some fast
food.  The afternoon's activity was limited to sleeping on the beach under
the warm spring sun.

   Laying around on a beach in the shade while the air around us was near
eighty degrees and the girls around us, including our own, were nearly
naked, is tough duty for two guys who spend two thirds of their year
trudging through snow.  But Mickey and I managed to survive without too
much trouble.  The challenge became a bit harder after an impromptu
volleyball game began, almost directly in front of our umbrella.  With
ringside seats, I could see no reason to become personally involved in such
a strenuous activity, and when I mentioned my reluctance, Mickey concurred.
After a very short time, the game evolved to become two teams of six bikini
clad girls each.  To the delight of their audience, the strenuous activity
by some of the players was too much for the slender straps and ties of
their tops, and on more than one occasion, we were treated to the
brilliance of previously unexposed flesh.

   As quickly as it began, the energy required to play beach volleyball
took its toll on the girls.  Thirty minutes later everyone was gone and
serenity had returned.  It wasn't long before the pangs of hunger made
themselves known.  The girls wanted pizza, an Mickey and Hanna volunteered
to find some.  After they returned with two giant pizzas and a case of
beer, it was hard for me to imagine how this day could have possibly been
any better.

   While we were eating, Caitlin asked me, "Are we going to go back to the
room soon?"

   In innocence I responded, "I suppose.  Why?  Do you need something? 
I'll run back and get it if you want."

   Her voice changed.  "No, silly," and in a much more sultry voice, "Do I
have to draw you a picture?"

   The longer we were together, the more confident she became in herself as
a high school junior dealing with a "college guy".  While initially
reserved, and I assume somewhat intimidated, spending the whole day with me
made a difference.  To put it another way, the "I'm with him" aspect
allowed her to really feel a part of our group, and closer to me.  I had
even asked her, earlier in the afternoon, why it was so important that we
held hands whenever we walked anywhere.  She said it was her way of telling
other girls that I was already spoken for and that they should look
elsewhere.

   When we returned to the room, as she walked in the door, she called
"Dibs" on the bathroom first.  I had to chuckle, because it had never
occurred to me to do that, and because I really didn't care.  After a few
minutes, I heard the toilet flush and then she opened the door, stuck her
head out and asked, in a very exasperated voice, "Well, are you coming?" as
if I was already supposed to be in there with her.  I didn't require a
second invitation.

   The shower felt good, but her mouth on my cock felt even better.  The
whole time she kept looking up at me with those beautiful green eyes.  She
was massaging my balls with one hand and bobbing her head up and down with
a suction almost as tight as her cunt.  It was not long before I was ready
to explode, and as she felt my cock swell, her tongue began to circle under
the head of my cock.  I let go with a giant load and she had all she could
do to swallow it.

   We toweled each other dry giving me another opportunity to admire her
body and her attraction grabbing fuck muff.  There is just something about
copper colored pubic hair that I find irresistible.  As soon as we were
back in the room, Mickey and Hanna happily traded places with us.  As he
closed the door, Mickey called out, "Don't wait up for us." Given that it
was still very early in the evening, I had no idea what he had in mind.

   Caitlin, on the other hand, was not at all difficult to understand. 
Positioned there in the middle of the bed, on her back, with her knees
drawn up and spread wide and her arms extended in a 'come hither' mode, she
was undoubtedly the sexiest girl I had ever seen.  I wasted no time putting
my head to her crotch, kissing, licking and sucking, thrusting my tongue
into her cunt and up and down her labia and finally sucking her clit into
my lips and tormenting it unmercifully until she screamed and pleaded for
me to stop.

   I wiped her juices from my cheeks and then quickly moved up, positioning
my cock at the entrance to her cunt.  With her legs wrapped around my hips,
she quickly pulled me into her and held me tightly once she felt our bodies
touch together.  With her legs locked like they were, I was forced to push
myself out and then slam back into her, almost like a spring, my cock
pounding the door to her womb with each inward thrust.  It had to hurt, but
she was controlling the tension and encouraging my motions.

   Three minutes of that was all she could take.  Her vaginal muscles
clamped onto my cock like a vise, and my thrusts were done for--I couldn't
move.  But her cuntal milking machine continued to contract around me and
her moans and and sighs told me that she was no longer in control of
anything.  All I could do was wait her out, as pleasurable as that may have
been.  Finally I was able to disengage and assist her in rolling over onto
her stomach.  With my hands on her hips, I slowly raised her butt off the
bed as she pulled her knees up tight under neath her chest.

   Holding my cock in one hand, I ran it up and down her back crack, down
to her cunt and back up to her rosebud.  Without either of us saying a
word, she reached behind herself, grabbed her butt cheeks and spread them
as wide as she could, issuing the obvious invitation that her back door was
available if I wanted it.  As slippery and coated as my cock was with her
juices, it required no other lube to be able to push the head into her
rectum and through her sphincter.

   "Oh my God, it won't fit," she cried out as I began to push in.

   "Yes it will, just relax, and push out a little."

   "I don't think this is a good idea," she said, struggling to get even
those words out.

   But I was in, all the way in, and she was hot and tight and it felt
wonderful.  I moved slowly at first, pulling out partially and then pushing
back in, to elicit another groan and gulp from Caitlin.  With each inward
movement, she would groan and whimper, obviously struggling with what was
happening to her body.  With my one hand free, I reached under and around
so that I could play with her clit as I pumped into her ass.  Almost
immediately, her groans began to change to moans, and then to that whiny
kind of moan that some girls make as they near another orgasm.  When I
grabbed her entire labia, clit and muff in my hand and pulled and twisted
it brusquely, it was more than she could take.  As I shot a full load of
hot cum up her butt, she collapsed onto the bed, her body pulling me down
with her.  We lay connected like that, my cock up her ass, for a long time,
until nature took over and I relaxed, allowing it to be pushed out as an
invader is by the defenders of the castle.

   "Well Miss Caitlin McDermott, you have now been fucked in every way that
I know how."

   "I never thought you would put it in there," she said timidly, but still
out of breath.  "I thought you just wanted to do it from behind, you know."

   "Don't kid me!  Hell, you were spreading your cheeks, almost daring me
to do it.  And you enjoyed it too, didn't you?" was my comeback, knowing
damned well that she had at least two baby orgasms before the final one.

   "Yes, you know I did.  Why do you make me tell you that?"

   "Because you're cute.  It embarrasses you so to tell me that you liked
it when I fucked you.  The shy little girl, growing up quickly."

   "Well, aren't you enjoying it, too?" she responded, in that special tone
of voice.

   "Yes, Caitlin, I am enjoying it as well.  You could become a habit, you
know."

   She giggled, and when I didn't say anything else, she added, "My butt
hurts."

   We kissed and I caressed her breasts lightly, just toying with them,
really, almost teasing them.  Her nipples stayed hard and erect, almost
pointing upwards as if looking for attention.  I could not get over how
soft her skin was yet, her breasts were firm.

   I don't know how long we napped, but when I awoke, she was still beside
me and Hanna and Mickey were gone somewhere.  A hastily scribbled note told
us not to wait up for them.  I jostled the bed enough that Caitlin finally
opened her eyes.

   "Hi.  Sleepyhead.  Have a nice nap?"

   "Ummm," was her reply as she snuggled closer to me.

   "How do you feel?"

   "My bottom is really sore.  Can we not do that anymore?"

   I kissed her, acknowledging her request.

   "I'm kinda hungry." About then she realized we were alone.  "Where are
the others?"

   "I dunno.  They went off some where while we were sleeping.  Said not to
wait up."

   "Not to wait up?  It's not even seven o'clock yet?"

   "I know.  That's Mickey's idea of humor.  They'll be fine."

   We struggled out of bed, found some clothes to put on and wandered out
to find something for supper.  The aroma of a barbecue led us to the beach.
Some enterprising guys had brought along a large grill and had set up a
beachfront impromptu grill with ribs and chicken.  That's all there was;
ribs and chicken, grilled over a wood fire and coated with somebody's
secret recipe sauce.  I was famished, and Caitlin nearly kept up with me.
Their business was good and getting better; spots at the three picnic
tables that had magically appeared went quickly.  I bought a few beers from
a guy walking by just so that I would not lose my seat and we spent about
two hours eating and socializing with the other kids at the table.

   For the better part of an hour, the couple sitting next to us consisted
of a guy from Minnesota who could only talk about his fraternity and a girl
who talked and acted as if she was three quarters high on something.  It
was a shame because she was quite pretty and had a nice figure.  At first,
I thought that she was just a little drunk, but even after she had eaten a
so-so dinner, she was still off in some other world.  It was she that first
suggested that we all go back to their room.

   "I'll bet you'd like to fuck me, and I know he wants to fuck your girl
there, whatever her name is..."

   "Her name is Caitlin."

   Mr.  frat boy followed up, on cue,"Hey, that sounds great.  Whadda ya
think, guys.  Wanna go back to our place and really rumple the sheets? 
Sandy there is into everything, guys and girls.  She'll even let you fuck
her up the ass if you want.  Whadda ya think?" He looked at Caitlin.  "You
ever had a cock up your ass, Sweetheart?  You can't imagine what that feels
like."

   Caitlin looked at me and then turned to him.  "I think you're
disgusting. I have no interest in going back to your room.  And the only
guy that is ever going to put his thing in my ass is Erik, so just forget
about it." With her speech concluded, she stood up and looked straight at
me, telling me silently, but in no uncertain terms, that it was time to go.

   Chapter 3
Posted: June 05, 2011 - 08:14:01 am
Mickey told me the next morning that he was having trouble fucking
Hanna. He said she was just too tight or he was too thick or both.  Either
way, it actually hurt them both when he was inside her.  She was becoming
depressed because she was certain that there was something wrong with her.
That Caitlin and I were having such a good time actually made it worse.  He
then admitted that she had told him she had faked her orgasms because she

didn't want to disappoint me and she knew that we were watching.

   "Me?  She didn't want to disappoint me?  That doesn't make sense."

   "Erik, for as smart as you are, sometimes you are incredibly stupid! 
You're her big brother, dummy.  She idolizes you.  She wants to be perfect
in your eyes.  You can't believe the gyrations she went through to figure
out who else to bring on this trip so that you would be impressed.  Not
only that, she's been on a diet since Thanksgiving so that she would have
the ideal figure, and you haven't even noticed.  Get you head out of the
sand and pay attention to her a little, will ya?  We spent all last night
sitting on the beach with her crying.  Not my cup of tea, buddy!"

   "What the hell am I supposed to do now?  Caitlin is beginning to be more
than a convenient fuck to me.  I could go crazy over her I think, and now
my little sister decides that I'm supposed to be a hero to her.  Can my
life become any more complicated?"

   "Want to hear the best part?  When she decided that she wanted to go to
Florida, which was right after Thanksgiving when you were home
incidentally, she went to your Mom and convinced her to let her go on the
pill, knowing that she would probably have sex for the first time down here
and she didn't want to get pregnant.  So your Mom agreed and it's their
little secret from your Dad.  Then she had to convince Caitlin to do the
same thing.  She said that until she got here with us, Caitlin had only
allowed one boy to even kiss her, much less anything else."

   "So what do you suggest I do?"

   "Take her out to dinner, just the two of you.  I'll spend the evening
with Caitlin.  Maybe we'll sleep on the beach if it's nice out.  Don't
worry, I won't do anything!  Anyway, we'll leave you two alone so that you
can hash out whatever it is that you can.  If that doesn't work, I don't
have a clue."

   We spent the morning walking the beach, all four of us together. 
Shortly after lunch Mickey and I decided to try hang gliding which turned
out to be a lot of fun and not nearly as strenuous as I had imagined.  True
to her adventurous self, Caitlin opted to try it as soon as my ride was
over.  Her ride became a little more exciting when the neck strap of her
bikini broke and her boobs came tumbling out mid flight.  There was nothing
to be done about it until she landed and she drew a great round of applause
from all the guys on the shore who had seen her return.  Remembering what
Mickey had told me about Hanna's desire to please me, I wasn't surprised
when she reluctantly agreed to try it as well.

   While Hanna was dangling a couple hundred feet in the air behind the tow
boat, I told Caitlin of my intent to have dinner with my sister later, and
of Mickey's offer to accompany Caitlin for the evening.  She took my hand
and held it while telling me that she understood, but her smile and the
look in her eyes told me much more, that I was really doing the right thing
and earning massive amounts of brownie points from her by doing so.

   Once we were all safely back on the ground, Mickey announced a desire to
go exploring down the beach for other things to do.  Hanna balked at that,
saying she was pretty tired from the hang gliding and a general lack of
sleep, so I said we would head back up the beach towards our room.  Caitlin
immediately offered to accompany Mickey.

   Hanna found an umbrella that was available.  With a breeze off the ocean
and the warm sand beneath us, we spent the rest of the afternoon catching
up on needed sleep.  By late afternoon, the noise of the other kids made
sleep on the beach impossible.  I told Hanna that I would take her out for
dinner to someplace nice, so we wandered back to the room to clean up. 
This was the first time that she had an opportunity to wear anything more
dressy than shorts or swimwear since our arrival in Daytona Beach.

   The last time I had seen Hanna in a summer weight dress was almost six
months ago.  What a difference.  Sure, I had seen her naked less than
twenty four hours ago, but now, with make up on and her hair done a little
differently, it is an understatement to say that I was truly surprised. 
She was ready to go before I was out of the shower, and as I re-entered the
bedroom area, she was just sitting there waiting patiently for me.

   "Holy Cow, Hanna.  You look gorgeous!  Are you really my sister?" This
girl did not just look "almost seventeen."

   She smiled, said thank you and then noticed my towel.  "I guess you
really mean it," she teased.  "That bulge in your towel there makes a good
lie detector."

   I don't suppose I am the first guy to ever get a hard on looking at his
sister, but it was a new experience for me.  I got dressed quickly, and we
headed out to a seafood place that the hotel owner recommended.  It was a
good choice, the dinner was great and the bottle of wine helped to start
our conversation.

   "How did you happen to pick Caitlin as the girl to invite?  I don't
recall ever hearing you mention her last year, or even at Thanksgiving."

   "Once I found out that I could go with you guys and could bring someone
else, Dad suggested that I give serious thought to inviting someone whom I
thought would not only be fun, but who would be interesting to you guys
too. He said that you were reluctant to bring us because you didn't want to
drag around your little sister and her dorky friend.  So I started thinking
about who you might like to be with too, not just be a baby sitter for.  Of
all my friends, Caitlin is the smartest and most sensible, I think, and she
is pretty too, so I asked her if she wanted to go and she accepted."

   I took her hand in mine.  "Sometimes I have a hard time believing that
you are the same sister that I have grown up with.  Last summer, you were
just an awkward little sister with dorky friends, but now-- wow!  You
really thought this trip out well, and I can't fault your selection of
companions either.  She is a terrific girl-- a lot of fun, pretty darned
smart, and very pretty.  And you--what can I say.  You look like a million
bucks tonight.  Have you seen all the men in this place looking at you?"

   Hanna chose to wear a strapless summer weight dress that was white on
top with a multi-colored skirt.  With her tan, and I guess the shape of the
top, it showed off her boobs nicely.  The skirt was fashionably short, and
since she has gorgeous legs anyway, they drew the attention of almost every
guy in the place as she came back from the restroom.

   We talked about school, her plans for after graduation and other stuff
like that, but then she asked if we couldn't return to the hotel.  On a
whim, I opted to purchase a second bottle of wine which we carried back,
unopened, for later.

   We sat on our balcony sipping the wine.  I mentioned Mickey a couple of
times, hoping to broach the subject of whatever problems she was having
with him.  She began to feel sorry for herself, telling me that having sex
with Mickey hurt so much that she didn't want to do it any more.  She was
convinced that there was something wrong with her body.  I let the subject
fade away, suggesting that she just may need to give certain parts of her
body a little more time.

   She stood up and started back into the room.  "I want to get out of this
dress.  Are you coming in, too?"

   I grabbed the wine and our glasses and followed her in.  I really wasn't
paying much attention to her at that moment, but when I looked up, she had
unzipped the back of her dress and stepped out of it.  She stood, facing
me, wearing nothing more than a tiny, translucent thong type pantie.  Maybe
it was the wine, maybe the lighting, who knows, but I remembered Mickey's
comment about her having one of the hottest bodies in school, and I
concluded that he was absolutely correct.

   Her breasts were about the size of a nice orange with small nipples,
that seemed to be hard on their own.  The colored part was about two inches
across and the light pink color reminded me of the cherry on top of an ice
cream sundae.  When she pushed down her pantie, her pubic hair, which had
been hidden behind the thong, appeared as a light brown mask over her
labia. Whatever brotherly guard I had about stuff like this disappeared
when she asked if I thought she looked sexy.  It was a pretty silly
question really, because my pants were tented out about as far as they
could go and I was making no effort to hide that fact.

   "Erik, can we have sex, please?" And in a lower voice as she threw her
arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, "Erik, will you fuck me,
please?" She was already undoing my belt as we walked towards the bed.

   I moved immediately to her breasts, kissing them lightly, circling her
nipples with my tongue, and eventually capturing one in my mouth and then
flicking my tongue against its tip until she was moaning aloud.  She had
perfumed them before leaving for dinner, I guess in anticipation of this
happening, and the scent was just strong enough to make me not want to
move. But move I did, down to her waist and then down in between her legs.
As I have done many times with others girls, I began by lightly blowing
through her pubes, almost light enough to tickle, but close enough so that
she could feel the warmth of my breath.  Moving closer, I playing with the
opening to her vagina, tasting her rapidly appearing moisture, just barely
flicking my tongue in and out of the opening before I began to run it up
one labia and back down and then up the other and back to the beginning
again.  She tried to steer my head to her clit, but I avoided it.  When she
centered my head in her hands, I lifted up so as to not touch it.  When she
let me loose again, I slid down and up the sides.

   When she began to beg me, I stopped completely, pulled back a little,
and then moved quickly to suck her clit into my mouth as far and as firmly
as I could.  Holding it like that, I tried to pull it off her body,
stretching it, elongating it, and otherwise terrifying her about what I was
doing--until I began to flick it with the tip of my tongue.  As soon as I
touched it, the first of her orgasms overcame her.  Her legs slammed shut
against my head, then clapped repeatedly against me and finally fell away,
limp.  But I gave her no respite and continued to hold her clit in my
teeth, abusing it wildly with my tongue.

   "Erik, please ...  please put it in me.  I can't take that any more.  I
want you inside me.  Please..."

   She begged and I obliged, moving my body upwards and then aiming my cock
with one hand, slowly pushed into her.  If I had not watched Mickey fuck
her twice before, I would have sworn that she was a virgin.  The walls of
her cunt were slippery and very well lubricated, but her cunt was so tight
that I could barely push my cock into her.  The friction was tremendous,
and I thought at first that I would cum before I even got all the way in,
but I finally felt the tip of my cock hit up against her cervix and I knew
I was home.

   I held as still as I could, looked down at her face and whispered, "Try
to relax.  I'm not going to move until you relax a little.  Don't be
afraid. I am not going to do anything that will hurt you, and, Hanna, it's
okay that my cock is inside you.  I'm your brother and I love you.  I will
never do anything to hurt you.  But you have to accept me being inside you
and relax."

   She nodded her head that she understood, but nothing changed.  I
supported myself on my elbows, but stayed as still inside her as I could.
After what seemed like an eternity, but really only about two or three
minutes, I felt the muscles relax their grip on my cock.  I kissed her
tenderly on her lips and began to pull out slowly.  As I neared the
opening, I pushed back in again, very slowly, all the while maintaining our
kiss.  I never did thrust into her, or even drive hard.  I just continued
to move in and out, slowly, carefully and tenderly, until I began to feel
her body tighten again.  First her chest and arms, then her hips and
finally all the muscles that had wrapped themselves around my cock
tightened again, she shuddered three times, and then relaxed, limp from top
to bottom.  I moved into her twice more and then blew my pent up load deep
into her cunt, blast after blast splashing the walls that had held me so
captive.

   I rolled off of her to the side, but she kept her legs wrapped tightly
around my waist.

   "Oh, Erik.  I love you so much.  Thank you for making that so
beautiful."

   I kissed her again.  "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

   "No, you didn't hurt me.  I was just scared that it would hurt, but you
were so kind and patient with me.  Thank you." She kissed me as fiercely as
she could, pulling me even tighter to her.

   After a few minutes she said, "When you came, I could feel your stuff
shooting in me.  It was warm." She paused and then continued, " That was
neat.  It was a neat feeling, and it was even better because it was yours."

   I nodded to tell her that I understood and she immediately asked if we
could do it again.

   I rolled back on top and began moving in her again.  This time, she was
relaxed from the start, and after a minute, began to move with me, meeting
my inward movements with tentative thrusts of her own.  Being relaxed
helped her to build her own excitement, and she began to have small orgasms
almost immediately.  We came together after another minute or so, and the
look of satisfaction on her face was unmistakable.

   She rolled out of bed a few minutes later.  "I think I need to go clean
up a bit."

   "Okay.  I'm going to sit on the balcony for a while.  Come out when
you're ready, if you want."

   Five minutes later she joined me, bringing with her the glasses and the
remainder of the wine.  I thought that we had pretty much killed off that
second bottle, but there was still enough for several glasses.  It was
quiet and peaceful out, the night sky filled with stars and the air cool,
but not so cold as to make us uncomfortable.

   "So, how will this week change your life from now on?" I asked her. 
"Are you going to let your dates fuck you?"

   "God, Erik.  How could you ask such a thing?  I only want you to do that
to me."

   "Well, Hanna, I'm not sure that's such a good idea.  After all, you want
to date guys your own age, and I can promise you, they will very much enjoy
the privilege if you let them.  Besides, I am going to be away at school,
and now that you know what it feels like to come, I am pretty sure you're
going to want to enjoy that too."

   "Let's not talk about this.  I just want to enjoy my time being with
you."

   It was a strange feeling, sitting out on the balcony of the hotel, naked
as jaybirds, seven floors up, looking out at the ocean and watching the
lights of the ships in the distance.  The construction of the hotel itself
created walls on each end of the balcony, creating a very private setting
for each room.  Hanna's chair was close enough to my chaise lounge that she
reached across and began playing with my cock.  As it sprang to life, she
climbed across me and settled herself down on my lap, taking my cock in her
hand and rubbing it against her clit for a moment before she pushed it up
into her.  She was very wet inside and I had no trouble sliding all the way
in to her cervix.  Facing me as she was, I had the perfect opportunity to
play with her clit as she moved up and down on my cock.  I was really
surprised at how large it was.  The more I rubbed it with my thumb, the
more swollen and enlarged it became, certainly larger than any other clit I
have ever seen.  It felt like a little gum drop sitting there, extending
out from the top of her labia.  With my thumb pressed against it
constantly, and moving in a small circular pattern while she fucked me,
moans of pleasure began almost immediately.

   I felt her cunt tense up again, squeezing down and clamping my cock as
she continued to move, but her excitement overpowered her legs and she
stopped her motions suddenly as the orgasm made her body shake.  When she
relaxed again, she leaned forward and kissed me.

   "Will you do it to me like you did Caitlin the other night?"

   "What?" I wasn't sure that I had heard her correctly.

   "I want you to do it in my bottom like you did to Caitlin.  She told me
how you did it." She stood up, pulling herself off of my still very hard
cock, and just stood there looking at me.  "Please..."

   "It could really hurt, Hanna.  Are you sure?"

   "I know, but I don't care.  I want you to do that to me."

   I stood up and pointed to the chaise.  "Alright.  Climb onto to this on
your hands and knees and put your head down against the cloth."

   I couldn't actually believe I was about to fuck my own sister in her
ass, something that I had never even dreamed of doing, even as recently as
two days ago.  She reached behind her to spread her cheeks wide, and with
my cock still being slippery from fucking her, I lined up to her rosebud
and pushed in, or at least tried to.

   "Hanna, you have to relax.  You have to pretend you're going to the
bathroom.  You have to push out a little." As soon as she did that, the
head of my cock slipped in and through her sphincter.

   "Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God!  Erik it really hurts.  You're too big.  It
won't fit in.  Oh God, it hurts."

   But I was already in, and continued pushing in deeper until my pubic
hair was tickling her ass cheeks.

   "Do you want me to stop?"

   "No," came her very weak reply.  "I want you to do it, but it really
hurts.

   I could hear the tears in her voice.  Slowly I began to pull back and
then push in again, each time making certain that she could feel either my
pubes rub against her butt cheeks, or my ball sac smack against her cunt.
With each in stroke, even though I was being very gentle, I concluded by
snapping the final inch or so of motion, almost as if I was securing a
latch into her.  My hand was playing with her clit while I did this, and I
would squeeze and pinch it with my thumb and forefinger as my cock bottomed
against her.  When I felt her tense up again, I knew her breaking point had
been reached so I quickly moved the heel of my hand to her clit and pulled
it hard back towards us, flattening it against her pubic bone.  At the same
time, I felt my juices beginning their journey through my pipes.  Six
blasts of hot cum later, her rectum was thoroughly coated with my jism.  As
I began to soften, I pulled my cock out, making a popping sound as it
emerged from her butt.

   "Oh, God, Erik.  You have no idea how much that hurt." She still had
tears running down her cheeks.  "Why do guys like that?"

   "Some people, the guys, believe that it is a way of showing their
domination over the girl, that he is able to fuck her in any and every
opening, and that he is superior to her in that way.  This is especially
true of black guys who fuck white girls.  They seem to think that it is
some kind of accomplishment or something ...  Some girls think that it is a
way of showing that they are submissive to the guy, that they acknowledge
his strength, kind of like in the old hunter/gatherer days.  And then other
guys like it because it is usually much tighter than the girl's cunt is,
and so it is more friction on their cock.  In your case, as tight as you
are, that rationale wouldn't be true.  You are about as good as it could
get for a guy."

   "Have you done that to very many girls?"

   "I don't know ...  some, yeah.  I should also tell you that there is
another belief, I don't know if it's true or not, that says that once a man
has fucked a woman in her ass, she will forever allow him to do that to
her, if he so asks, even if she is married to someone else; she has given
herself to that man as completely as she can, forever.  I don't know if I
believe that or not, but I have seen it written in several different books,
so there must be some merit to it."

   "That's all too deep for me."

   "Why did you want me to do it?  Just because I had with Caitlin?"

   "Yes."

   "Hanna, you are not in competition with Caitlin.  You are my sister, and
I love you dearly, but I am not going to even think of you in the same way
as I do her.  I promise you right now that I will fuck you whenever you
want, but it will be because you are my sister and I love you."

   She threw her arms around me and hugged me as tightly as she could.  "I
don't ever want to lose you."

   Chapter 4
Posted: June 05, 2011 - 08:14:01 am
Caitlin and Mickey showed up the next morning, looking more than a
little worse for wear.  They had spent half the night sleeping on the deck
of a boat tied up in the marina, but then got rousted by security and
finally spent the rest of the night on the beach.  After leaving us
yesterday, they had gone water skiing on a boat full of other kids but
finally gave up when they figured out that everyone else on board,
including the driver, was completely stoned.  They managed to convince him
to take them to the shore, or as close as they could get, and then they
swam the rest of the way in.  They found out later that the owner of the
boat was not even on it, and had not given anyone permission to use it. 
Mickey concluded that they had actually managed to escape from a terribly

close call with the law.

   Hanna immediately offered that we would leave for the morning and let
them sleep if they wanted, and Caitlin and Mickey both jumped at that
opportunity.  Hanna and I headed down the beach looking for someplace to
grab some breakfast.  Later we found a small park and sat, watching some
ducks swimming in a pond.

   "Do you feel better about yourself this morning?" I asked her, thinking
we would talk about her self confidence level.

   "Well, my behind still hurts, but all the rest of me is okay.  I just
feel so good when you are inside me, Erik.  It is an unbelievable feeling.
Do I feel good to you?"

   "Hanna, you are one of the sexiest, most exciting girls I have ever
slept with, and I mean that truly.  You are smart, beautiful, your breasts
are just the right size.  Your nipples get hard as rocks and you taste
delicious.  You are the tightest girl I have ever been in, and you get
plenty wet inside too.  Girls just don't get any better than that."

   "I think you are exaggerating."

   "Just thinking about you gives me a hard on, Hanna, so don't pull that
crap on me.  You are one hot as hell chick and believe me, if I was still
at home, I would be fucking you every day.  I think what you need to do
when we get home is to find some nice guy that you like to date, who treats
you right and can keep his bragging mouth shut, and then let him fuck the
blazes out of you.  But be certain of one thing.  If any guy ever hurts
you, or gets rough with you, Mickey and I will be home so fast you won't
believe it, and that guy will soon regret the day he was born."

   "I think I can wait until you come home in the summertime."

   "Hanna, I may not get to come home this summer.  I may have to work all
summer as an intern for some company."

   When we got back to the hotel, Caitlin and Mickey were up, dressed and
sitting on the balcony waiting for us to return.  They both stood up as we
walked in the room, turned and then waited for some explanation of the
previous night.  Hanna did not disappoint them.

   "My brother is the best guy in the whole world.  He is so tender and
kind and caring.  He got me so excited, I thought I would die, and I had to
beg him to fuck me.  He sure makes a mess down there when he cums, but it
sure felt good when he was inside me."

   "Uh, that might be a little more detail than we needed to hear, Hanna,"
Mickey said, but Hanna kept on.

   "And this morning I'm still a little sore in my bottom, but I guess that
goes away, doesn't it Caitlin?"

   "Did you do that to her too,?" Caitlin asked, surprised, and apparently
a little upset.

   "He sure did.  Right out there on the balcony in the middle of the
night. My God that hurts."

   "Why did you do that to her?" Caitlin continued, looking at me with
disappointing eyes.

   "Because she asked me too, pleaded with me to do it" and after a long
pause," ...  because we had done it."

   No one said anything for a long time after that.  Finally I moved closer
to Caitlin and she stepped forward to throw her arms around me.  I had the
distinct feeling that she was happy for Hanna that she was able to get her
head straightened out, and proud of me for being so kind and caring for my
sister, but was a bit miffed that I had shared with Hanna something that
Caitlin thought was exclusively hers.

   "Listen, guys, this is our last full day here.  Tomorrow, we need to get
packed up, checked out, and on our way home, so what would you like to do
today."

   Mickey said he wanted to try hang gliding again, Hanna expressed a
desire to spend as much time on the beach as she could.  Caitlin, sweet
little Caitlin, made me laugh.  She sat right down on the bed and asked,
"Can't we just do stuff on here?"

   "Yes, Caitlin, don't worry.  We'll do plenty of that too, but we can't
spend all day doing it."

   She truly looked disappointed.

   Hanna didn't wait for an invitation.  She moved over to Mickey and undid
his shorts, allowing them to drop to his ankles.  Before they hit the
floor, she was on her knees and had taken the head of his rapidly hardening
cock into her mouth.  I stopped paying attention to my sister when my
vision was blocked by Caitlin's tee shirt, which she had removed and thrown
at me.

   "First things first," I said, laughing, and began shedding my clothes as
I walked toward our bed.

   "You'd better be gettin' here," she said in a definite Irish brogue. 
"We haven't done it since yesterday noon!" She was naked already.

   "Lesson learned, Mickey," I called out.  "Tis not a good thing to keep a
red haired, green eyed Irish lass awaiting." I continued in my best
Scandinavian impression of the Irish tone.

   "Uhhhh Yeah, whatever...  " Mickey answered as his cock was in the
process of exploding in my sister's mouth.

   "So you're all horny, are you?" I said to Caitlin.  "I'll see what I can
do about that." I was already moving to position myself between her legs.
Before she could even react, I had my head buried in her copper pelt,
jabbing my tongue into the opening of her cunt and then running it up and
down her labia.  When I sucked her clit into my mouth, as I had done the
last time, it was too much for her.  All of her muscles tightened up and
her hips began to thrash about.  I nibbled at her clit with my teeth,
gently teasing it, provoking it and sucking on it.

   Caitlin was going from one climax to the next, each one more intense
than the previous.  Each one brought about more hip movement, and (to my
own pain) much slapping of her thighs against my head.  Caitlin was nearly
screaming, pleading with me to fuck her, her voice reverting to her
original Irish tone.  When my ears could no longer handle the thigh slaps,
I gave her clit one quick nip and then moved away and up, and then in, into
her all the way, without stopping, until our bodies came together.

   I immediately began my thrust movements, more aggressively than I had in
the past, driving firmly, sliding up to ride her clit on the way in.  She
came again, almost immediately, with an almost frightening moan of tension
turning to satisfaction.  But I kept on, driving into her, pulling back
quickly and driving into her again.  Her vaginal muscles were tightening
again, and I knew I couldn't withstand a second orgasm without blowing my
load too.  As she cried out again, I drove in one final time and fired off
my canon, coating the entire inside of her cunt with my cream.

   The quiet in the room was almost deafening.  Caitlin was making no sound
at all and yet, when I looked over at Mickey and Hanna, I could see her
legs over his shoulders and his massive cock ramming in and out of my
sister while she had her hand in her mouth, biting herself so that she
wouldn't scream out.  I could see his cum being pushed out of her as he
continued to drive his cock back in.  I thought to myself, "He must cum in
gallons.  She just got finished blowing him, and it still squashes out."

   Caitlin didn't say a word, not a thing.  As I moved to roll to her side,
she threw her arms around my chest and pulled me tightly to her.  Very
quietly she said to me, once again in the coarse Irish brogue of her
earliest days, "You'd better get this in your head, Buster.  You'll not be
finding a woman any better for you than me."

   I was beginning to think she was right.

   Everyone recovered sufficiently to allow us to walk the beach in search
of the hang gliders.  I began to realize just how little I really knew
about Caitlin.

   "Caitlin, I don't know of very many girls living in central Michigan who
are capable of speaking with such an authentic Irish brogue.  What's the
deal?"

   "What do you mean?" was her reply, in her standard Midwest high
schooler's voice.

   "How did you learn to speak that way?  You know exactly what I mean."

   "Well, it's pretty easy.  Where I come from, everybody speaks that way."
She was being intentionally vague, teasing us all, because by this time,
Mickey and Hanna were interested, too.

   "All right, tell us."

   "I have only lived in this country for three years.  We moved here from
Ireland when I was fourteen.  My first year here, a lot of kids laughed at
me whenever I would say anything, so my parents sent me to a special school
that summer so that I could learn to talk like you guys do."

   "I never knew that," Hanna said immediately.  "I always thought you grew
up here."

   "Nope, I'm a true Irish lass from County Kildare," she answered, once
again in brogue.  "I try really hard not to speak like this now, because it
makes me stand out for all the wrong reasons, but sometimes when I get
stressed, I can't help it." Poking me in the ribs as we walked, she added,
"And you just got me really stressed out before."

   Mickey got in the act.  "You mean when you were screaming in some
language I never heard before while he had his head between your legs?  Is
that when your were stressed?" He was laughing.

   "Stop it.  That's not nice.  You know what happens when you do that to
us." Hanna was getting defensive.

   "Okay, okay.  Enough of that.  What brought your family to America?"

   "My dad got transferred with his company."

   ""How long will you be here?"

   "You mean after I graduate this spring?"

   "You're going to graduate this spring?  You're a senior?  I thought you
were in Hanna's class."

   "So did I," Hanna said, somewhat taken aback.

   "I guess I was, technically, at least first semester.  But I have so
many credits already that they said I could graduate this spring."

   "So then what?"

   "I haven't decided about college yet.  I mean, I know I want to go,
obviously, but I don't know where yet.  I don't think I want to go back to
Ireland, but that is always a possibility.  It depends on what I decide to
major in, I guess."

   "What are you considering?"

   "Right now, it's a toss up between physics and aeronautical engineering.
Between my night classes and last year's summer school, I have already
passed out of my first year at three different schools, so I really need to
be deciding."

   After she said that, Mickey, Hanna and I just stopped walking and looked
at her.  We were speechless!

   "Night school, summer school, extra classes -- when do you have time for
a social life?"

   "That's why my mother sent me along on this trip.  She said I was
driving myself too much."

   "Why do you push yourself so hard?" Mickey asked.  He had also skipped
the first year of college by "testing out" but the girls didn't know that.

   Caitlin didn't respond immediately, and when she did, her first words
were muffled by tears that she was struggling to hold back.  It was pretty
obvious to all of us that whatever she was about to say was pretty damned
serious.

   "Before we moved here, I had been a pretty good student, not the tops in
my class, but well up there.  Then we came here, and that first year, the
others teased me and made fun of my accent so much that I almost failed all
my courses.  Every day I would come home from school and just cry.  So that
summer, I went to speech school and we moved to another part of the city so
that I could start again with all new kids.  Ever since then I have driven
myself to be the best so that they can't make fun of me any more.  So I
haven't had much time to have fun like the other kids.  And now, this week,
you've all treated me so well, and been so nice, and Erik has been so kind
to me, I just don't ever want this week to end."

   I put my arms around Caitlin and kissed her as she had never been kissed
before, hugging her tightly and actually lifting her off the ground.  Tears
were rolling down her cheeks.  "Don't ever leave me," she whispered in my
ear, pleading.  "I couldn't handle that."

   At the moment, I could not ever imagine doing any such thing.

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