My name is Tara. I'm fourteen. I have a sister, Emily (sixteen), and a brother, Virgil (fifteen). My father, James is a Silicon Valley executive while my mother, Vera is an outgoing executive's housewife who knows how to 'play the game' (you know, bridge parties, tennis, golf, & gossip).
As it is summertime, school's out and we're playing host to a multitude of friends with our spacious pool, private lifeguard service, housekeeper, and gardener.
Virgil likes to play baseball, football, and hoops, depending on the season, so even at fifteen, he hasn't had time for girls, and it's a shame!
He's ruggedly built, green eyed like dad, and has that classic beach bum blond hair. I sneak peeks at him whenever I can, like in the pool, bathroom, or shower, if I can make it look like an accident!
My sister Emily, on the other hand, abuses the hell out of him, calling him "the Virg" (which I think he really IS). She must be jealous of his good looks because she & I look, sort of plain (sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and a lack of high cheek bones).
She even has some of her girlfriends pulling the same crap! I'll bet she pressures them into it, what with our status because they don't seem to do it with the same 'relish' as Emily.
It's been going on for three years now and I know Virgil's tired of it, but he's kept composed, simply 'dunking' her a few times.
But this one night, they were really getting into it and there was no one to break it up because our parents were at a cocktail party, three doors down the cul-de-sac where we live.
Finally, it came to a boil. I heard Emily yell, "Fuck you, VIRG!" And a scuffle ensued.
First came a squeal from Emily, then I heard "HEY - What do think you're doing?" Another squeal, then another, and then a scream!
The scream was unlike anything I'd ever heard before because it dissolved into a whimper like when a bee stings you and the needle is still inside.
But she must've kept trying to fight him off because I could her the bedsprings. Virgil must've kept knocking her back down, repeatedly.
It went on for so long, I actually thought about trying to stop them, but I figured Virgil would only give Emily just what she was asking for, and then get off her without inflicting permanent damage.
It's too bad Virgil didn't do this to Emily sooner because she stopped with that "Virg" crap the very next day!
Next night at bedtime, I looked across the room at Emily and asked her if Virgil fixed her real good?
She told me to get lost, before she gave me some of what she got.
I retorted, "Don't pick on me just because you got beaten up!"
Emily gave me a puzzled look (she was surprised that my naivete' had me believing it was fisticuffs).
A few days later, she asked (ordered?) me to go downstairs and watch TV while she got Virgil back!
But I'd fix her - I caught Virgil at the bottom of the stairs and whispered to him that she was lying in wait, ready to jump him.
He smiled, put his hands on my shoulders, looked down at my feet and slowly trailed his eyes upward (did he pause, halfway?) to my face, and whispered back to me, "Thanks, you're a dear, but do me a favor please. Stay here, so that you will be able to truthfully say you didn't see anything, just in case she rats me out to mom & dad. I'll take care of her and I'll try to keep her from screaming too much. I promise I won't hurt her badly. Okay?"
Well, he must've gotten one of her arms behind her and twisted because I could her her whimpering while breathing heavy, and the bedsprings played another melody while Virgil 'popped' her, good.
When it was time for bed, I noticed Emily was real quiet, like she was savoring her moments, no longer in pain, so I said to her, "You got off easy."
She must've been drifting because she snapped to attention, turned to me and said, "What did you say, you little brat?"
I spat back, "Virgil got you good, this time too. I just wish I was here to see it!"
With that, Emily leaped off her bed, crossed over to me in a heartbeat, knocked me down on my bed, and rammed her hand into my panty!
I could hardly move. She was astride me while her fingers started playing with my pussy. She worked up a rhythm, then asked me if the bedsprings sounded familiar?
I thought for a second, then said, "You DIDN'T! He's our brother!"
"And you're my sister," she chimed in, "And you're not going to speak a word of this, or we'll BOTH make you sorry!"
Next, Emily pulled back, taking my panty with her.
With my naked pubes exposed, she ground her pussy to mine and we frigged eachother (with no hands) until I couldn't control myself! I had a violent orgasm as Emily just cooed.
But, she wasn't finished! She contra posed herself and ordered me to do the same thing as she did.
When her tongue split my outer lips, I was scared, but I let my tongue do the same to her.
Ten minutes later, we were both whimpering and I don't think we resented eachother as much, from that moment on!
Next afternoon, when Virgil drifted in from a day of ball playing, I saw Emily sneak away from the pool and head inside.
My curiosity piqued, I followed suit, about three minutes later.
As I ascended the stairs slowly, I heard the shower running, and Emily giggling!
I listened intently as they did it in the shower. I tried to pry the door open, just a hair, to listen better, but I knocked a wire hanger off its hook, crashing loudly to the floor!
I froze, unsure if I should run, when suddenly, the door swung open and Emily grabbed me, pulling me inside the bathroom.
She made me get in the tub and then I saw Virgil!
He had this beautiful, hairless, body with about six inches of rock hard penis, protruding straight out!
Emily was already taking my bikini panty off and Virgil took off my bra piece.
Then, we were a threesome under the water spray and Emily was using her hands on my pussy.
I was staring at Virgil's penis which disappeared from view when his lips closed over my (maybe) 30B breast, his tongue rasping away at the small, dark, aureole which sprung little goose bumps to match the rigid nipple they surrounded.
I was being driven wild by the ministrations of both my siblings when Virgil ran his penis along my 'groove', the head of his affair secreting a clear lubrication.
Emily said, "Now, it's time." And I tensed up, not knowing exactly what I was about to experience, but I kept my eyes on my brother's, which exuded confidence.
Virgil hunched, just a bit, as Emily guided his manhood right to my inner lips which parted to let it knock on the door to my virginity.
I instinctively went on tip-toes as he pressed into me, but when I felt him reach the barrier, I began to breathe rapidly and in grunts.
Virgil reassured me by pressing his lips to mine, then he hunched hard and I felt my hymen tear, confirmed by the water which turned a pale orange!
Virgil must've been so worked up from his prelude with Emily and/or foreplay with me, because I swear I felt something hot and wet jettison inside me, right where it hurt. (Maybe it was my imagination.)
After that, the pain subsided for the most part, while Virgil began to hump his penis all the way inside me!
I was in the throes of a feeling that I never wanted to end. I looked down and saw Virgil's pubic hairs mingling with mine. Emily's hands were cupping my breasts from behind. The hot water turning almost clear, again, as it ran down the drain.
Then, Emily ruined my day, saying, "Enough, Virgil. Give me that load, now."
I hugged my brother tight, not allowing him to quit me, just yet, his pelvis still on automatic.
I felt him getting larger, inside me, and he sped up his pace dramatically!
Emily said, "No! Don't." But it fell on deaf ears.
Suddenly, Virgil rammed against me and his penis shot out another hot balm which, if I'd coughed, I swear I could've tasted. It was that deep inside me! Now, NONE of us could be called "Virg's", anymore.
I couldn't believe my brother was still hard after pulling out of me, but Emily was all smiles, as she took over hiding his sausage.
Virgil built up toward yet another release when Emily withdrew him and quickly scootched down low.
I watched, in amazement, as my sister closed her lips around this turgid penis and my brother blasted her tonsils with another copious emission.
We left virgil in the shower to cleanse himself while Emily and I would lay on her bed, still wet, and perform another rigorous '69', the pain of my defloration, already a fading memory.
We were so self satisfied that we forgot to check for any other eavesdroppers who might have happened to be nearby...
In hindsight, how could we not expect our recent new sibling escapades to escape notice, what with all the other people around our household?
When my father opened Virgil's bedroom door, one night, and said, "Come with me, right now," and as they passed our bedroom doorway, he shouted for us (Emily & me) to stay in our room, I just KNEW that the cat was out of the bag!
But what I learned from Virgil, later on, was even more amazng than anything I could've ever dreamed!
Dad & mom cheated on eachother, constantly! What's more, they both knew about eachother's dalliances! Even more amazingly, they KNEW that their spouse knew - they made a GAME of who could bed who. For crying out loud, I think that they even kept score!
Only thing is, dad forgot who he was talking to when he confided in Virgil; like Virgil wasn't gonna share this with the only two people he had ever fucked!?!
Here's what Virgil told us:
At about 3 AM, dad would awaken him and he was to go to the master bedroom and awaken his mother from her sleeping pill induced sleep... by 'doing' her, just like he 'did' his sisters!
Virgil said, "He threatened to throw me out of the house if I didn't do it." (We couldn't know it was only a bluff.)
At 3 AM, right on time, there was dad, and there went Virgil, but dad didn't follow him!
After waiting 5 minutes, I just had to find out what dad was up to so I got up, checked and saw that Emily was motionless, and tip-toed to Virgil's bedroom door which was closed.
I gently opened it and tried to adjust my eyes when suddenly dad came up from behind me and shoved me all the way into Virgil's bedroom, closing the door behind us!
I was petrified! But dad whispered something strange that made me shudder, "Baby, I knew you were the curious one so I waited for you to make a move. But instead of going to watch your brother, you came searching for ME! I LIKE that, and I know everything that's gone down, recently, and I wish to show you something new, even before your bratty sister." (At least, he played to my vanity.)
And with that, he picked up my trembling body and crossed to Virgil's unkempt bed.
He was so smooth, as he laid me down, that I hardly felt my panties coming off!
Since my nightshirt was already riding up around my waist, my father had no trouble as he attacked from the foot of the bed, his face tickling my thighs.
I was wiggling, as if to escape his facial attack, but when his practiced tongue began lapping up my telltale wetness, I couldn't help but grind my pussy into my father's face, actually holding the back of his head, as well.
After repeated spendings, all cheerfully taken by daddy's hungry tongue, I lost all composure and I swooned, from the heat of the moment!
When I recovered, dad's tongue had worked to my nipples, making them even harder, if that was possible.
I was so wet that daddy's penis missed on the first attempt, sliding up my groove and smacking into my inflamed clit.
I was actually having an orgasm AS his re-inserted penis pushed halfway up my tight vagina, paused, retreated a little bit, then continued its progression until my 'mons' (mons veneris) was tickled by dad's pubic hairs.
With tears in my eyes, formed from the taboo crime I was engaged in, coupled with the ferocious orgasms I was being treated to, I let my father build up that wonderful head of steam, pistoning himself all the way inside me, over and over again.
When I felt him get larger inside me, I knew he was gonna shoot, and he knew it too, whispering, "Baby, I'm gonna shoot this onto your stomach, unless you're ready to try tasting me."
Call it maternal instinct, but I wouldn't let him disengage, locking my legs around him. I wanted to feel his hot semen as it exploded deep inside me!
Unable to stop pumping it into me - what male can? - dad finally nuzzled my neck as his penis shot rope after rope of gloriously hot semen all the way into the farthest reaches of my fourteen year old vagina, as I swooned again.
As I came to, daddy was worried about me, what with all that semen dripping out, and he asked, "Baby, when are you next due?"
I teased him by saying, "Oh, in about nine months, I suppose."
I let him suffer for about fifteen seconds, which must've been like an eternity to him, then I said, "Really, it's due in about a week, or so."
Again, my naivete' prevented me from knowing I had just scared dad even more so!
He asked me, no begged me, to douche as thoroughly as possible, but knowing that even roto rooter couldn't get all that sperm out, he just had to hope, and wait for the results!
I figured that he'd now turn his attention to my sister, but this new twist must've scared him 'soft'.
I couldn't wait to hear the details about Virgil's trip to mom's bed, and daddy made that even easier by ordering me to sleep in Virgil's bed after I was done in the bathroom.
Maybe he did have plans for Emily, after all!
When Virgil returned to his bed, near dawn, and found me sleeping there, you would think he'd just go use MY bed; or, if he was still feeling frisky, he could roll Emily over!
He did neither!
I awoke to the wonderful feeling of my brother's body spooned against my naked behind, his hand caressing a breast, the thumb & index finger working a nipple, and his not yet fully hardened penis resting snugly in my butt crack!
For a few moments, I just purred as my brother made me get wet, again.
I let Virgil gently roll me until I was on my stomach, his hands now rubbing my behind like a sculptor, looking for any rough areas.
When he got off the bed, I rolled onto my back, my body language inviting him to fuse with me, yet again.
Just like his father, Virgil trailed his face up between my thighs causing me to shiver with anticipation.
When his tongue found its favorite part, it sent me convulsing in another orgasm, my hips thrusting back for more of his treats.
When I was good & wet, he brought his mouth to a nipple as he pressed his penis into my sopping vagina.
My brother fucked it into me in wonderfully long strokes, his penis bottoming out and our hairs mingling.
During this bout, I asked, "What else did daddy say?"
Virgil told me, "He said I should give it to you, real good, even make you pregnant if I could."
Suddenly, I began to grow up!
It dawned on me that my father, thinking he may've gotten me pregnant, wanted a scapegoat, just in case mom brought down the law on him!
And having Virgil copulate with mom might've been his protection mechanism, plan B.
Virgil whispered lovingly in my ear, "Well, we can just break off when the time is right."
I replied, "I wouldn't do this for daddy, but for you, I will take it into my mouth. Just, don't choke me!"
We built up a delicious pace until body language warned us Virgil was near climax. Then, he pulled it from my channel of love, crawled up the bed a bit, straddling my chest, and fed me the hot, velvety tip of his penis, and I let him slide it forward, past my lips.
His penis twice hit the back of my throat hollow, but I managed not to spoil Virgil's moment, his hips picking up speed with each thrust.
When he spewed inside my mouth, most of it had no place to go, except down my throat. I drank it down happily for my brother!
When it was finally time to try to get some good old fashioned sleep, I suggested we go to my bed which didn't have this growing wet spot.
As we entered my room, I had to shush Virgil. We didn't want to awaken Emily.
When we looked across the room to make sure she didn't stir, we were shocked to find out that Emily was not there!
Now, what?
Well, I was too tired to care, so I suggested Virgil take HER bed while I stay in mine.
WE both fell off into dreamland almost immediately. We could let Emily tell us her story, tomorrow!
And tell us, she did!
When Emily awoke, and finding MY bed empty, she assumed that my curiosity had me traipsing downstairs to spy on Virgil's progress with mom.
It's just that her TIMING was off. Virgil and I were back in HIS bed. We only missed her by a few minutes.
Turns out Emily wanted to play with ME! She liked the feel of a girl's tongue, its licking more practiced because the owner of that tongue knew exactly what to lick and how!
But when she got to mom & dad's room, she heard them in a fantasy, role playing.
Dad WAS his own son, giving mom more of his boy 'toy'; and they were fully enjoying it!
Apparently, her gasp of realization was recognized by dad because he suddenly jumped off the bed and grabbed her by the hand, inviting (leading) her to join the festivities.
Mom's role playing was suddenly given a dose of carnal reality as daughter & mother commenced a rip-roaring 69 that left them both breathless!
Dad watched this development with relish, as his 'hot dog' became a hardened 'kielbasa'!
Upon finding out (this time, first) that Emily had just finished her latest menses, dad joined the female twosome on the bed.
Since Emily was on top, he placed his penis at the door to her vagina, alternating with mom's tongue there, in its stimulus.
With mom's saliva as lubrication, dad was able to drill it into Emily with no problem, mom continuing to lick her clit as dad banged away!
When he 'juiced' her, he pulled out quickly, letting mom drink down some of the drippings, his penis continuing to spew until Emily's butt was also drenched.
Then, in an instant of inspiration, dad eased the tip of his penis into Emily's 'presented' hiney!
She was so hot (and so wet) that there wasn't much pain, so dad pressed it further into her.
By the time she began to feel any discomfort, dad was already beginning his rhythm that wouldn't be denied, his penis having taken Emily's last virgin orifice.
Despite the sperm induced lubrication, Emily's tightness triggered dad's penis in no time, and with mom's tongue constantly swabbing her daughter's clit, Emily surrendered herself to their double onslaught!
When dad fired more sperm darts into his daughter's rosy rectum, Emily was already cumming from the cunnilingus of her mother's hot tongue.
Emily was totally spent when she returned upstairs, just a little while after we went to sleep. She saw Virgil in her bed, figuring he was there for HER, but she was just as tired as we were, so she grabbed his bed for the rest of the night.
At least, everybody had a bed when the music stopped, poetically speaking!
All this was moving too fast for me!
All I ever really wanted was my brother, Virgil. My crush on him never faded from the moment I even knew what a crush was!
Getting drawn into this whole family mess was truly an accident, sort of like going through a box of assorted chocolates, looking for your favorite (cherries in cream?), but getting three or four others to go with the one you wanted.
Unfortunately, by discovering sex this way, I find that once it's started, I can't control my reactions and what's more, I'm left with an empty feeling when it's all through.
That's not the case with Virgil. I wish I could wake up, one day, and find out that one of us was adopted so I could cope with the incest guilt.
But now, daddy has removed even that barrier. I find myself WANTING to get pregnant by Virgil, if he'll have me; that is, if daddy hasn't already put a bun in my oven!
I wanted to confess these feelings to Virgil, the moment I awakened, but the next dose of reality was a strong one: Virgil was already up and out of the house by the time I stirred. What time was it, already?
Wow! At just past 11:00 AM, my brother (as it turns out) was already playing baseball with his friends. Apparently, he didn't let sex get in the way of his personal choices of entertainment.
I got up, dressed, and had juice & toast, sticking around just long enough to hear Emily stirring.
I remained when she came downstairs. That's how I got the 'dish' from her incest games, the previous night.
Then, I put on a wide brim hat (for shade), and headed for the place where Virgil was playing.
After finding a seat down the first base foul line, I watched intently as my brother played, seemingly oblivious to my presence.
About an hour later, I was bored out of my mind! I guess you must acquire a taste for baseball for it to be entertaining.
When one of Virgil's teammates came over toward me, I thought it was to give me a message.
It was a message, alright, but not the kind I ever expected, or wanted!
Here was a sixteen year old named Mitch, fairly good looking I must admit, but who never gave me a second glance, and now suddenly, he's asking me out!
I mean, he's a sophomore turned junior, I'm just entering high school, Emily is exactly his age, so why not ask her? I felt uneasy, figuring that Virgil put him upto this, but why?
I told him, "Come by the pool, later. We'll talk."
That was the most politically correct thing I could think of, on the spur of the moment.
I needed to find out why Virgil did this to me. I actually had tears in my eyes as I left and headed home!
By the time I got there, Emily was up, sitting in the kitchen on a pillow (you can guess why), reading the newspaper, a cup of coffee nearby.
I asked her if we could speak and she mumbled, "Sure thing," but without moving her eyes from the paper.
I told her I needed a favor. (No reaction)
"Mitch just asked me out, and"...
THAT got Emily's attention! She dropped the paper to the floor and interjected, "Mitch... with the 'hog' (Harley Davidson motorcycle) and the leathers?"
"Uh, yeah," I confessed. "He's coming over, later, for a swim and I"...
My sister interjected, again, "How could you DO this to me? You little bitch! You KNOW how much I've wanted to go out with him."
This wasn't working out, at all.
"Listen to me!" I said to Emily. "I'm sure Virgil put him up to this. I don't know why, but I didn't give him an answer. I told him to come by the pool, later. If he doesn't show, I'm out of it; but if he DOES show, I want you to 'steal' him. I know how you feel about him, and I only suggested the pool so I wouldn't have to give him an answer, right away."
Emily's countenance toward me changed from contempt to 'sisterly', I guess you could call it.
Now that we had this fleshly bond, I figured it might soften our sibling rivalry.
I just had to ask Emily, "What about Virgil?"
In a statement that seemed to show an insight, beyond her years, Emily (though she could've been more tactful) laid it out for me. "Virgil's dumping you off, Tara. He knows there's no future in a relationship with you. It's not like you two can get married and live happily ever after, y'know. And Mitch's reputation is essentially: No sack - no call back!"
I couldn't hate Emily for telling me what I already suspected. That would be like hating the doctor instead of the needle.
I tried to put virgil out of my mind, as well as Mitch, and an afternoon dip was certainly something I needed, at this point.
I was actually surprised when Virgil came home with Mitch in tow. Mitch didn't even OWN a bathing suit! But, he saw the party atmosphere and went into the pool, wearing just his shorts, while I was 'busy' inside the house, giving Emily enough time to work on him.
I could sense Virgil's apprehension at this new development, searching with his eyes, upstairs, to see if I was keeping tabs.
Emily was making great headway with Mitch, who was just looking for a place to park his 'log', as well as his 'hog'.
I worried that Virgil would break the two of them up and I emerged from the kitchen, just when I thought he was gonna do just that.
When he came over to me to find out why I was avoiding Mitch, he didn't notice Mitch & Emily sneak off around back. If she was on the mark, they'd be upstairs, fucking, in no time! (Nice date!)
Virgil, asked me straight out, "Tara, why did you leave Mitch out here with Emily? I thought... "
I cut him off, "You thought WRONG! I don't even like Mitch, but to save you from embarassment, I told Emily about him. You KNOW she has the hots for him."
"Nice going," he said sarcastically. "I KNOW she has the hots for Mitch, and it was another payback for all the hell she's put me through that I wanted to run him right past her to her hated little sister!"
"Well," I defended, "You could've clued ME in on the deal, so I wouldn't come home crying because I was dumped." And I started crying, again.
We were making a scene, so Virgil acted like the bully brother and pushed me backward, into the pool, to the giggles of all the kids, nearby.
But those giggles turned to gasps when they realized that I had hit my head on a float-chair. (They're like an aluminum folding chair, but with pontoons, instead of legs.)
The aluminum frame and armrests normally woudn't seem to present a hazard, but I caught it at just the wrong angle, hitting my head HARD and cutting a small gash, evidenced by the blood in the water!
My stunned body sinking to the bottom of the pool told everyone I was drowning, but our pool man & lifeguard was nowhere to be found!
He was in mom's bedroom, pounding away at her!
Virgil dove right in, they later told me, pulled me out of the water quickly, but couldn't get me to breathe!
Out of inspiration (or hygiene class?), he turned me onto my stomach, pressing until he could force water out of me; then, over the child gallery's cries of "Eeeeeewww!" he pressed his mouth to mine, holding my nose as he performed the 'breath of life', as it's often called.
I coughed my way back to consciousness as Virgil carried me into the house, the pool occupants all having scrambled out of the blood stained water. (The filter would take care of that within a half hour, at most.)
With what went on, I guess they felt uncomfortable, staying around, and figuring Virgil was gonna get a beating, they all left.
Meanwhile, I was shivering from the air-conditioning in the house, since we hadn't toweled off, but my brother mistook it for shock!
He was gonna get some medical help, but first he needed to tell mom.
When he discovered the pool guy, pumping away at our mother, he just snapped, pummeling him as best he could, but the pool guy was twenty three years old and fairly well built (that's why mom chose him). He recovered quickly and bitch-slapped Virgil until the fight was out of him.
Then they got around to me, but the pool man knew his job, at least, and told him, "If she's as wet as you are, it's the A.C., dillweed!"
He took me outside to a chaise lounge, and put a blanket over me, letting the sun help warm me up.
He inspected the gash which had already coagulated, telling us, "You're lucky she wasn't knocked out. She could've drowned!" (He had no idea... )
Two circumstances occurred that were fortunate: One, the pool man didn't take me to my room, perhaps discovering Emily & Mitch, whose bodies were likely rutting like swine! Two, with all the other kids gone, Virgil would have to tend to me, and we had the pool to ourselves.
Mom didn't even have the decency to come out of her room! She and the pool man had unfinished business. Is that incredible?
Very quickly, my temperature returned to normal, and Virgil brought me some tea. He thought it would help.
Then, we finally started talking calmly, like we should have, in the first place.
He told me that we was sorry for not clueing me in on his game with Emily, but he didn't want her to take it out on me, so it would've been better if I wasn't 'in' on it. (It made sense.)
I asked him if he were 'dumping' me like Emily said?
He told me, "We're teenagers. Where did a bitch like Emily suddenly become Dr. Joyce?"
"Think back, honey. When I did it with her, it was essentially a rape! Remember how we were fighting? But when it came to you, I made love to you, didn't I?" (He called me honey.)
Like our budding neo-relationship, a cloud suddenly drifted away, up in the sky. We availed ourselves of the opportunity and waded into the pool, as I felt myself coming alive again, my damp bikini bottom getting another form of dampness to mingle with the drying water marks.
My nipples fought to get out of my bra as Virgil put his hand gently on my waist, and we waded deeper until we were up to my neck.
Then, I leaned against the pool wall while Virgil and I embraced, his fingers unclasping my bra.
As he pulled back with my bra in hand, I coyly crossed my arms over my breasts, Virgil ducking under the water, thrashing momentarily.
When he stopped, I felt his hands at my bikini, coaxing them down my legs, until he'd gotten me naked, like he was.
He gulped air and ducked under again, blowing bubbles against my vulva, tickling the lips to respond.
When he came up for air, his face trailed up my body past my navel, his tongue rasping its way toward my nipples.
When I felt the tip of his engine against my pussy, I suddenly orgasmed with a shudder!
Virgil had no trouble in lifting my buoyant form and lowering me right onto his penis.
I made no attempt to avoid him, my arms going around his neck, trying to pull his lips to mine.
He entered me in short bursts, pulling back after each foray.
It took a long time getting completely inside me, but it was worth it. I had two more orgasms even before we started grinding our hips.
I never wanted it to end, breathing heavily against my brother's neck, his penis speeding up its pace, telling us to hurry or miss the boat.
I cried out, "Unnnnggg", as Virgil's penis spat wad after wad into my young vagina, continuing to jettison ropes of sperm into the pool after he took it out of me!
I cooed to him, "We should fight more often. I just love the way we apologize!"
With an ungodly timing, we dressed, toweled off, and entered the house just as mom & the pool man, and Emily & Mitch came out to the kitchen for some coffee.
Finding out that the pool man/lifeguard was also our mom's extra daily dose of dick didn't sit well with Virgil, not that he wanted her to himself. He just found it disconcerting that this bastard was so blasé about it.
All parental respect went out the window when we found out what 'deviates' they were, but we never expected them to be so open about it.
What ever happened to illicit sex, BEHIND closed doors?
Anyway, Virgil described the scene to me when he burst into the room and saw them.
Mom was bent, sideways, across the bed and Claude (the pool man) was pounding away at her, in the ass!
"How can you be sure?" I asked Virgil.
"Simple," he said. "When I attacked him, naturally he popped out and I saw the gaping maw where mom's asshole used to be, but it was slowly closing like a cartoon time portal."
"I think he enjoyed getting rough with me, but since he had me under control, mom ordered him to stop, at once. Then I blurted out the part about you."
"You know, Virgil," I was beginning to imagine, "this whole episode started because you didn't let me in on your little plot to 'burn' Emily, and she wound up with another piece of ass, out of all this. Maybe, just maybe, we can still treat ourselves to a nice cold dish of REVENGE!"
Virgil's eyes perked up and I laid out my idea:
"First of all, if Claude is still working for us after tomorrow, then we know how desperately mom wants him around. Then, you go over to him and apologize, but make it look like his screwing mom wasn't the problem... "
I finished telling my plan to my brother and it was time to see how Emily made out with Mitch.
I just wished I'd have recorded what she said so I could play it back and Virgil could laugh his balls off!
"Mitch is a piece of shit!" She began. "He never once thought to lick my pussy or even touch me, nicely. The 'crud' manhandled my tits like they were water balloons, then he tried sucking one, but he was so rough, he used his teeth, so I used MY teeth on him! Then, the bastard smacked me before bending me over. He was so inept, he couldn't even line up properly. I was so hot for him, too, but when he finally got inside me, he didn't last more than thirty seconds before shooting off, leaving me with no orgasms, but a few bruises. I hope I never see that asshole again!"
PRICELESS!
Holding back a giggle, I told her about my near death adventure while she was 'entertaining' Mitch.
I described to her how Virgil couldn't get mom's attention because she was being thoroughly fucked by Claude; "Virgil said he never saw her in such bliss. What do you think?" I asked Emily, "if I tried to seduce him for myself?"
"Check this out," I continued, "He likes to bend her across the bed, then kneel and perform orally. Then, while still standing, he drills it home, making it hit rock bottom, with each thrust. Mom practically passed out from this."
"Only problem is," I tried to close the deal, "Mom was pissed that she was discovered. She might FIRE Claude, and she absolutely didn't want to even talk about what happened. I might never get the chance to try him."
Emily's wheels were turning. If she tried to move in on my action, she would get her just desserts.
Meanwhile, Virgil was carrying out HIS part of the scenario. He sidled toward Claude who was skimming the pool, his peripheral vision espying my brother.
"Hey, Claude, I didn't mean to go ape-shit on you yesterday. It's just that I would've expected that stuff with Emily, not mom. But she was upstairs with that other dude, probably doin' much the same when the shit hit the fan. She & mom are always trying to outdo... (blah blah blah)"
When Virgil came into the kitchen, I already had a cup of coffee ready for him, waiting to hear how it went.
We compared notes and, satisfied that we laid the proper groundwork, waited for someone to make the next move.
Round about 11 AM, some of the neighborhood kids started showing up around the pool.
Shit! We'd forgotten about them! (Boy, isn't it amazing how, where sex is concerned, it's so easy to forget even the friends you grew up with?)
Emily, the greedy bitch, couldn't even wait for another day! She came running out, telling everyone that the pool was still being treated because of the blood spilled yesterday by me, so they could hang around, but no going in the water!
Well, that scared them off, and to keep it that way, she locked the gate.
Mom had gone out on a few errands; you know, like hair, nails, a neighbor's penis, the usual stuff!
It looked like Emily was fixing to get to Claude before I even got the chance, and sure enough, right after locking the gate, she and Claude had a short conversation, with Claude checking out the upstairs window and generally scanning around visually, like a guy would do when he's being invited to be naughty.
I did my part by coming out, on cue, and asking Claude if I might talk to him, in private, but Emily confirmed what I wanted to know by saying, "He can't talk now, he's doing some work for me! YOU, stay by the pool in case some of these kids can't take 'no' for an answer! By the way, where's Virgil?"
"Last I saw, he was heading out with his bat & glove." I lied.
Virgil was hiding out upstairs, waiting to find out if Claude was gonna give Emily 'hers'.
He didn't have long to wait. Hopefully, Emily was still a girl of few words and wouldn't ruin it all by describing exactly what she wanted from Claude.
From just outside their open door, Virgil heard them begin, every now & then peering quickly to confirm their progress.
Emily gave as well as she got. They began with a tantalizing 69, but she wouldn't allow Claude to cum until she was sure he'd lay her across the bed for that special fuck, she heard about, from me.
Claude paid special attention to her bung hole during this opening foray, but emily took it as just another man's technique, letting his tongue swab that puckered ring.
When Claude threw her across the bed, she thought it was a bit rough, but she thrust her ass up, begging for the penis she was about to get!
He spit on the tip (Emily mused about that part, not knowing he was doing her a favor.) and rubbed it in her vulvic wetness, perhaps trying to draw some more pre-cum.
That done, he poked her rear hole with it, unable to get it into her. She began to squirm, and demanded, "Eat me, some more!"
This time, Claude used his spit to poke a finger into her non-virgin butt, and it began to loosen as Emily relaxed. A little tongue on her asshole was fine, by her, too!
When he placed his rigid penis against her opening again, he was able to get the head right inside, and Emily gasped, in surprise.
Claude could've fucked her first, like he wanted to do, but Emily insisted he take her, this way!
He was still way too dry for a sixteen year old's small, firm ass, but he was gonna give her what she wanted from him!
He started drilling his penis into her rectum, in little forays while Emily told him he was in the wrong hole!
When he ignored her, the naive bitch thought it was a prelude to the real bout.
By the time Emily realized she been had, she'd been 'had'! Claude was now giving her ass the same pounding she thought he'd be giving her vagina and she began whimpering for him to stop.
He stopped, alright; but not before his penis blasted Emily's rectum with a half dozen ropes of his white hot flooz. (Here! Skim THIS!)
Virgil's revenge became Tara's revenge, as well!
Author's note: This family is 'visited' for the next couple of chapters by the main character from "Changing Places", each with their own points of view. If you'd like a more complete picture...
This one afternoon, bored with all the sex I had been having recently, I gave myself over to the kids in the pool, having fun again, playing 'rag tag' and 'keep away' (with the younger ones).
I didn't remember to put on any extra lotion and the sun snuck up on me! I exited the pool and went inside for treatment. (Luckily, I had chosen a one piece, today, or my tummy would've hurt bad.)
I laid on my stomach, as our housekeeper did wonders to keep my skin from hurting, her hands placing the cream just where it was needed, rubbing, oh so gently.
When Virgil came home, our housekeeper warned him to be gentle with me. (She knew what the family had become!)
He was gentle all right - so gentle that when he scooped me up to go upstairs, he didn't hurt me, at all.
Next, he deftly removed my one-piece, drinking in the sight that my naked body presented him.
When he was naked, too, he asked me if I could still feel the sun's sting; I nodded affirmatively.
He then laid down on his back, and with strong arms, lifted me over his awakened flagstaff.
My knees were just a bit tender as they landed on either side of Virgil's hips, my clit getting scraped by the head of his penis.
After making the adjustment, and while holding my hips in place, Virgil thrust himself up and inside me, trying to make me feel like I was suspended.
We did it this way for several minutes until I had to rest those knees and I got off his tool, just before it squirted!
When Virgil laid me down on my back, I was afraid that we'd get carried away this time, and he'd cum inside my vagina! My period was due, any day now, and I desperately wanted it to arrive so I'd know Daddy didn't get me pregnant.
Virgil got down on me and gave me a licking like you wouldn't believe until I just let him dangle that man tube of his right in my vulva.
He let my vagina suck his penis inside me, trying not to pump me, trying to give me the most time to cum before the deluge!
From my brother's wondrous lips, nipping at my budding breasts, then nipping at my ear lobes, I felt so totally relaxed...
So relaxed, that I forgot my pain, forgot the time, forgot everything except the lovely hot sausage of a penis expanding inside me!
Did I say expanding?
I snapped to attention, trying to urge my brother to remove his penis before it was too late, but his eyes were closed, his face a picture of ecstasy, and his pace was close to a gallop!
I lost my resolve, grabbing Virgil's butt, jamming him inside me to the hilt just as his penis shot my insides full of his white hot baby juice!
We stayed coupled for five more minutes, during which time Virgil's penis continued shooting sperm into me!
"My friend, Melissa, downstairs in the pool, says you're a dreamboat - she has no idea how much - and she also said she'd be willing to "give it up" for you," I cooed to Virgil.
But before Virgil could answer me, Dad came in, downstairs, and yelled for us to join him.
It was a cinch to get back into the near nothing swimwear and come right downstairs.
Dad was having one of 'those' parties, tonight, and it seemed to me the perfect opportunity to let my brother indulge Melissa.
Emily showed up just as dad was finishing his speech and just the words - party, tonight - was all she needed to hear to get caught up.
I went outside and invited Melissa and told her my brother would be there and she was only too happy to volunteer. By some unspoken presence of mind, she didn't tell her parents about the party (good thing, too).
When the party was in full swing, just as dad had said, several people were using the pool, and since Emily was with the pool man, that area became her's for the night, while Melissa and I were fondled playfully by drunken bastards pretending that their touches were accidents.
Even Virgil got some hand action by drunken wives who figured two can play at that game.
After dark, when sexual pairing off began, Virgil took Melissa to his room, unnoticed by anyone.
I snuck into the house, moments later, intent on witnessing Melissa's change into womanhood.
But I heard a noise in the den. Instinctively, I checked up on it and saw daddy, not so drunk looking, pounding away at his computer terminal.
He seemed different, more studious, and his reaction at seeing me was most surprising.
Instead of biting my head off for intruding, he just stared into my eyes, Svengali-like, and I found myself slithering out of my bathing suit!
Daddy's boner was already tenting up his suit, making it somewhat difficult to remove, but he was naked and waiting for me by the time I sidled up to him.
Then he asked me a funny question, "Baby, when is your next period due?"
The question seemed odd since he didn't care when he filled me full of semen, a week or so past.
I told him, "Any day, now."
He smiled and picked me up bodily, switching his grip to my legs (I didn't know he was so athletic).
He had me dangling, upside down, my face inches from his penis, as he pressed my pussy into his face and started licking me.
Naturally, I took his penis into my mouth and worked him over, just as well.
Strangely, although he had never done anything like this before, I never felt in danger of being dropped as dad ate me with a renewed fervor.
I had two orgasms already, when dad suddenly twirled me, so now he had me by the hips, my pussy rubbing against his chest. Then, he started to lower me down slowly, until I could feel the tip of his penis, slick with precum, find that wonderful opening, which promised another roller coaster ride.
With his hands on my hips, urging me up and down, we fucked, standing up. (Well, HE was standing. I was suspended.)
When I asked him if he was gonna cum inside me, he said, "It hardly makes a difference, at this point. It's not likely that you can get pregnant, so close to your period."
And with that, his penis spit out its answer, as my vagina became filled with daddy's hot semen.
I would have to get the report on Melissa from Virgil, as it turns out.
When we finished, daddy asked me to return to the party, so I did.
When I saw Melissa, she seemed quite distressed. I asked her how it went and tears started welling up in her eyes. She excused herself and went home!
I had just offered Virgil to her, my best friend, when I could've kept him all to myself, and she did this? I had to question my brother, and fast.
Virgil saw the concern in my eyes and immediately said, "It's not what you think."
"I certainly hope not!" I huffily retorted.
Then, my brother gave me all the details...
"We went to my room like you suggested, but I could see she was nervous. She wasn't ready for sex, yet. She just wanted the puppy love that most pubescent girls prefer - you know, the hugging, the kissing, the fawning, etc."
"But when I started removing her bathing suit, she didn't want to turn me away so she let me, but her trembling told me she wasn't ready, no matter what she told you, she wasn't ready to go 'all the way'."
"I even placed my lips over her peach fuzzied pussy and I refused to stop until she had cum, at least once, but she never even tried to take me into her mouth, and when I prepared to take her flower, she was still trembling and way too dry."
"That's when I realized she was not really ready, and I told her so, and for her own good, we should stop."
"She reluctantly nodded, in agreement, but I'll bet she's thinking she no longer has any chance with me. What did she tell you?"
I was staring at my brother's thoughtful eyes and I almost didn't hear his question, stammering, "Oh, she got all teary eyed and ran home."
Maybe we can smooth this all out, later.
The day after the party was actually the day we all dreaded usually, but THIS time around, daddy actually went full treatment and hired a clean-up crew, saving the worst of it from us.
Also, dad was a lot more chipper than usual for a day-after. Did I have that much affect on him? (He still treated me as casually as ever, when he wasn't inside my pants!)
Anyway, it was a rare, cloudy day, threatening to rain, actually so I went to this arcade that all the kids frequent and, sure enough, there were so many of us there that you'd think it was an audition for MICKEY MOUSE club!
I sought out Melissa, but when I found her, it was MY turn to become unglued - Virgil was with her, and they were billing & cooing like newlyweds!
He never had time for me, once he headed out to play so I was hurt that he pursued Melissa so ardently.
Here I was a woman for what, two weeks, and aready I had experienced love, disappointment, passion, anger, revenge, anticipation, fulfillment, orgasms, more orgasms, and now, jealousy! (Did I mention orgasms?)
Well, now my feelings were affecting me physically! I didn't know that that was possible. My tummy hurt bad and I felt somewhat light headed.
With the only other possibility on my mind, I ran to the nearest ladies' room, plunking down to discover the mixed blessing of the month: I was spotting!
Now, it's not that much of an emergency to be out of change. A little toilet paper will due until you get home, if that's where you're headed, but, in all my despair, I mused out loud, "Sonofabitch - and out of change!"
Not two seconds later, I heard the machine operated, and Melissa's voice, reassuringly, "Here comes, Lar, over the top."
I looked up and one second later the tampon dropped into my hands.
As I removed the wrapping, I heard Melissa again, "Welcome to the club."
I finished, exited, and threw the wrapper away, turning to the sink where Melissa was primping away.
She thoughtfully waited until I had washed my hands and then she turned to me and we just hugged, tears coming from both our eyes.
She was off my shit list, already!
After looking around to make sure we were alone, although who could tell for how long, I asked Melissa for her side of the story from last night.
She related, "Your brother is certianly not selfish. He realized that I had a problem and didn't take advantage. I thought I was ready, but I was flushed and had these cramps! Neither of us knew what it was, but he used his mouth to get me off, anyway. Then, when the moment of truth came, he realized it wasn't gonna be fun, so he told me that we could try, another time."
"Then, after I got home last night, I was thinking of using a brush handle, but when I got into the bath water, there was already some blood."
I commented, "Y'know, it's gonna hurt some when it finally gets broken, so if you really intend to do it, you might want to use the brush handle, after all. That way, you can move right into the pleasure part, and Virgil already KNOWS you'll really still be a virgin!"
Just then, the door opened and in came three more people so we ended our little 'john' meeting.
The next few days gave us all (Virgil, Melissa, and me) a break from sex, but Emily, ever since getting herself in trouble with Virgil - oh wait! - that connotes something else entirely, she got herself SCREWED by Virgil, ever since then, she has become addicted to it!
First, that idiot (Mitch), then the pool man, then after Mitch bragged how great she was, she let Mitch's father (That's right - Yesterday, before the party!) try her because he just happens to be her social studies teacher!
Even today, she was taking mom's place with a neighbor while his wife was lunching with mom!
I couldn't help my cuiosity, though, and at bedtime, I asked Emily for some details.
She responded, "Well, if you're sure you can take it."
"Mitch's father, I figured would give me an 'A', next year, so I accepted his advances, but I don't know if I'll continue with him. He's barely better than his asshole son, if you know what I mean."
"Mr. Portehouse, down the block, likes to party a lot, but his wife is just the opposite, never wanting to do anything; so he & mom devised this scheme... "
"Mom slipped some date rape drug into Mona's coffee and it took effect just as they got back home. The pool man was in on it, too, and he carried Mona to mom's room, where they both did the dirty with her."
"On cue, I came home first, ordered a pizza, then answered the door. It would be Mr. Portehouse, looking for his wife, so I told him to just head on inside... where he discovered his wife, laying sideways across mom's bed, her mouth down in mom's gash, and the pool man drilling her up the greased poop chute. Oh, and a video camera catching the whole thing on tape!"
"Now, if she tries to divorce Mr. P, community property state or no, he'll have her by the 'ass'."
Then, Emily asked me, "Did dad tell you he was being investigated by the FBI?"
"Shit, no!" I spat out. "What's THAT all about?"
"It's DADDY'S company that got hit. It was in the papers. They figure there's a spy, here in Sunnyvale." Emily said.
"Is daddy gonna get arrested?" I ignorantly asked.
"I don't think so," replied Emily. "He said something about fingering his assistant, to mom, and he didn't mean it sexually."
"Lara," Emily spoke in low tones, "Do you wanna do it?"
I told her, "Didn't I tell you? I just got my period."
"No, you didn't. This means daddy didn't get you pregnant, although I can't figure out why. Congratulations!"
Feeling suddenly sybaritic, I whispered to Emily, "Come on over here, and I'll do YOU, though."
She was upon me in a trice, sitting astride me, her naked pussy already grinding against my panty. Despite myself, I was responding in kind, grinding my pussy up to hers.
Then she lowered her mouth to my hardening nipples, giving each a few playful nips.
When her mouth closed over mine, I parted my lips, getting the tongue I knew was poised there, as we continued our grinding of pussies.
Emily continued upward as I shifted down, dangling HER nipples into my waiting mouth, letting ME toy with hers.
Finally, she was in position and lowered her vulva onto my face, wiggling against my overworked tongue until her pace increased.
By the time she exploded, my hands were cupped against her butt cheeks, holding her in place like she was some giant watermelon. I actually got my nut, too, from all this, before she quietly went back to her bed, pulled up the covers, and said, "Thank you - I needed that."
"Me too!" I replied.
We went to sleep.
Today was finally time to find out if my friend, Melissa, was ready to become a woman!
Virgil was out as usual, playing ball, when Melissa comes by the pool.
We start talking and it becomes clear that Melissa will go through with it if I'm with her!
Wow! I was trying to find a way to be there and she hands it to me on a silver platter.
That agreed, we did all the normal pool stuff. There were plenty of friends up and about and the time passed quickly.
When Virgil wandered in early in the PM, he had Melissa's brother, Marc, in tow with him.
This screwed everything up, from Melissa's point of view, so I had to corner Virgil quickly to get to the bottom of it.
Turns out he brought Marc home for ME, knowing I'd feel left out. Marc was a virgin, but like all boys, always ready to 'try'.
What a quandary! I decided to go for the gusto, and asked Melissa if we could do a doubles, upstairs.
She hesitated, so I filled her in even more, saying, "C'mon, I'll take Marc's cherry while Virgil takes yours. You'll both have secrets on eachother."
Reminding her that we both just finished our periods, we were pretty 'safe', and rubbers would only cause irritation, at this point.
She agreed.
By design, she and Virgil would give Marc and me about a five minute head start, in my room.
Marc let on to me that Virgil told him what he'd planned, and he wanted to watch it happen!
We moved my bed right up against Emily's where the other deed was to be done, then we took off our clothes (me, just the bathing suit).
Marc wasn't particularly gifted, down there, even for a fifteen year old, brandishing a lean five or so inches, but it WAS rock hard, and with a classic 'banana' backward bend.
He was so much virgin that when we 69'd, he thought he was supposed to lick my pussy HAIRS! (I held back my laugh and guided him... )
He creamed almost instantaneously upon entering my mouth, and despite his apologies and nervous shakings, he WAS able to get another erection, almost immediately.
Just then, Virgil came in with Melissa, pausing so that Virgil could lose his clothes while Melissa kicked off her suit.
She kept stealing glances over toward Marc, who was doing the same toward her. (Hmmmmmm!)
Virgil had been down on Melissa before, so I made Marc watch this new spectacle, now starring his only sister.
After Melissa got her first nut, I turned Marc's head to me and nodded that THAT'S what I wanted him to do to me, and he complied.
Copying Virgil to a 'T', Marc lapped at my swelling clit without contra-posing for another 69.
When Virgil laid the head of his tool at Melissa's wet opening, Marc did the same to me.
I couldn't copy the shudder that Melissa let out when Virgil bore through her hymen, but I pulled Marc inside me as far as he could go.
Wouldn't you know it? Marc had that virgin boy's sixth sense, retreating and thrusting like he'd been doing it for years, and, having 'spent' earlier, he was able to hang on until I got a nut before he was shooting me full of white hot boy cum!
We glanced over at Melissa, all signs of discomfort being replaced by sexual stupor, as Virgil drilled her to the very core.
Marc found himself staring down at his sister's's hole while Virgil sped toward his climax.
When they orgasmed, Virgil's penis shot back to full attention!
I had an idea and I had to act fast!
I signaled Virgil who caught my drift and we went for the coup de grace!
Melissa's eyes were still closed in orgasm when Virgil swung off her and grabbed Marc, who I'd swear, LET himself be placed...
That's right! Marc was now astride his sister, his newly hardened penis scant inches from her (no longer virgin) vagina.
When Melissa opened her eyes to see Marc near her opening, she had a look of sheer horror on her face, but I took her left tit while Virgil took her right tit, and we licked her nipples into the same erect state that her brother's penis had achieved.
I reminded her that she was 'safe', then I scrambled down to take hold of Marc's penis, rubbing it up and down, scraping Melissa's clit with it.
Virgil was alternating between her nipple and her mouth, and I inserted Marc into his sister's opening until he got the idea and pushed it farther inside, all by himself.
I guess Melissa just didn't want to tell herself she was willing, so she kept moaning, "Oh... no... oh... no... oh... no", until Marc's penis was all the way inside her!
Just then, Virgil pulled away from Melissa and Marc dropped his face to her nipples, as his penis sped up.
He began moaning, "Oh, sis... oh, sis."
I think that bastard was enjoying his sister more than he enjoyed me!
Luckily, Virgil sensed my idleness and crawled astride me, aiming his penis to my wet canal.
I looked over at Melissa as her brother increased his pace, yet again, while my brother began fucking me 'to the moon'!
I think it was actually the mutual moanings of Marc & Melissa which set Virgil and me off.
Virgil jammed hard and held, as his penis blasted another round of semen into my very depths.
Glancing over at our friends, we 'heard' them cum as Melissa groaned to a higher pitch while Marc just blurted, "I'm cummmmmmmmming!"
Shorty or not, his pudding was deep inside his sister. It's a good thing that we were safe, this time around!
Wait'll Emily gets a load of this mess, we left her!
Dad's been arrested!
I haven't heard the details yet, but mom's hysterical.
Emily doesn't know, yet, but I'll fill her in when she gets home.
It seems, they're accusing daddy of selling computer secrets to Russians.
Virgil is worried that we're gonna get 'rubbed out'. Where does he GET this shit from?
But wouldn't you know it, not three days later, the Feds grab us all, in the night. We're not allowed to take ANYTHING with us. They actually had to gag mom and Emily!
Turns out, daddy is talking and we have to go into the witness relocation plan.
Everyone we've ever known, everyone, we're not allowed to contact or it may cost us our lives!
The first night, we only seemed to drive for about forty minutes, when they put is in this 'safe' house for the night. I would estimate that we were in the Sacramento area.
I couldn't sleep, and even though some fed checked up on us, periodically, I went over to Emily's cot (they didn't have enough beds) and lay down with her.
They had Virgil in the other room with mom, while dad was in protective custody, elsewhere.
So much had happened in the last month: We had started as warring siblings and now I was sleeping, cuddled in my older sister's arms, like a lover!
The next day, we flew out of Sacramento airport to our next (but not last) stop.
This safe house at least had for bedrooms, but our agents would be using one. We played cards all day, bored out of our minds.
That night, we naturally all turned in early, Emily taking the first shower.
When it was my turn, I almost leaped out of my skin when I thought I heard the door-hinge move. Virgil whispered my name and a great feeling of relief came over me.
He was naked, too, and quickly joined me in the shower, throwing caution to the wind, what with all the agents around. But they gave us space, knowing what we were going through, so Virgil washed my back and I washed his.
I guess this was all business because Virgil's penis just kept dangling like he'd had saltpeter.
I couldn't resist the temptation of bending over, just as he was doing my neck from behind, and his penis came to life against my butt-crack.
His hands, cupping my breast as we stood up, brought my nipples to life, too, and I turned around slowly, tentatively, then scooted lower, in a deep crouch, and took his tip into my mouth.
I grabbed Virgil's 'cakes' and rode his penis into and out of my mouth several times, but the cascading water kept Virgil from cumming right away.
Then, I remembered when he first took my cherry and I improvised, standing on top of his ankles, while I brought his cock head against my pussy.
Virgil, always the romantic, kissed me, his tongue forcing its way inside my lips as his penis forced ITS way inside my 'other' lips.
Then I slid off his ankles and he slid into me.
When he was well situated, he began bucking his hips dramatically, trying to force it all the way up my vagina, but I reminded him, whispering that it was my fertile time of the month, and he'd have to pull out in a few moments.
He pulled his lips away from me, nodding agreement, and whispered that he'd pull out the moment I got my orgasm. Then he nuzzled my neck as his penis kept up thrusting, quickly inside me then slowly back out.
He was making such a wonderful rhythm that I began moaning in unison to his thrusts, even after my first orgasm!
I was inhaling deeply in timing to Virgil's thrusts inside me and exhaling as he withdrew, until I felt him increase the pace, his eyes closed and his head tilted back.
Suddenly, we were going too fast! I felt my brother's penis expanding way inside me as he was almost over the top!
I couldn't stop myself, the feeling so absolutely exquisite that I lost all resolve!
I pulled against my brother's ass, burying him to the hilt with each thrust until my series of 'yeses' gave away my orgasms, but it was too late for my Virgil! His penis exploded its ammunition, drenching my cervix with his hot, blissful orgasm.
When we separated, his seed was trickling out of me, but maybe, the damage was already done, and I didn't care!
At that moment, I was on cloud nine like never before!
When I got into my bed, Emily was crying because Virgil didn't do her, but I reminded her of the fighting and relentless teasing she had tortured him with and that, despite all that, he WOULD do her, but he simply chose me, first.
I was secretly proud of the fact that I had milked my brother so much that he couldn't even think of another erection, this night, but when Emily went to get him from his room, he was not to be found!
Emily was somewhat shaken, as she roused me and told me what she found.
I shushed her and we listened intently, picking up groans from our mother, who apparently had brought Virgil's penis back to life!
I turned away from Emily and smiled, glad that our brother was leaving her out of tonight's sex play.
When I woke up late the next morning, Emily was already dressed, and with such a chipper look that I asked her about it.
She told me what I had missed when I went to sleep.
Virgil had indeed screwed mom last night, but in the butt, and when he got back to his room, he found Emily there, who reminded him that HER period had just finished.
He took her (in her words) much the same as when they first did it, but this time, he used his mouth first, making sure all the women in the house got their orgasms, last night.
If we didn't get back with dad soon, we were gonna kill Virgil with triple duty!
Mom came into the kitchen as a red head. She hated that color! What was going on?
The agent in charge told us that we might be seen, in transit, so it was best to have us linked to the wrong hair colors. They even got Virgil a wig to wear, out in public, after giving Emily and me red highlights.
The trial of the casino accomplices was done quickly, in Federal court. The Russians would be taken care of by the CIA, I suppose.
Dad had dodged a bullet, but he was out of work, and his cover job could never be with computers again.
They made us farmers, or rather, overseers of an automated farm. We would do very little 'hard' labor and we finally had the freedom to stretch out.
When we were situated nicely, dad reminded us that speaking about our true past could lead to a death sentence for us all, so we had to stick to the plot given by the relocation agents.
I suggested one small revision: Instead of us being a family of three children, maybe they should make it two children, and the other (me), a child bride, being made pregnant by Virgil. (My period was late!)
At least, it might throw potential hunters off the trail.
The relocation agents loved the idea. They couldn't suggest it because of what it meant, but once WE mentioned it, they were only too happy to embrace the revision.
When the doctor confirmed that I was pregnant, I expected him to be congratulatory, but he looked at me like I had cancer!
WORSE! The baby was ectopic, forming inside the fallopian tube!
While many girls might be relieved that they had to have a medically necessary abortion, I cried for several days, even though the abortion saved my life!
While I should feel grateful that my pregnancy had to be terminated, I'm in such despair, despite the obvious backlash that it would've caused.
Call it maternal instinct or call it what it really is, love; somehow I thought that a baby with Virgil, even though he is my brother, would've been the culmination of my life.
I KNOW Virgil would've loved our child, too!
But, I guess it's higher powers than me that decided I wasn't to be a young mother... yet.
I spoke to Virgil alone in my hospital room and he agreed that it just wasn't meat to be, and he added that perhaps we shouldn't tempt 'providence' by trying again.
When he saw my countenance fall and the tears roll from my eyes, his eyes welled up, too, and we shared a good cry.
Later, the doctor told me that the fallopian tube had to be removed, and if I ever had the same problem with the other one, I would NEVER be able to have a baby again, afterward.
As if I needed this devastating news, on top of what had already transpired, he went on to ease my pain somewhat by pointing out that the tube they removed had multiple 'adhesions', as he called them.
He explained that it was akin to a water hose which got tangled and crimped and then glued that way. He further stated that while they were inside, they inspected the other tube and found it to be normal.
I guess that was supposed to be heartening news from his point of view, so I told him I understood and thanked him for the explanation.
When I got home, there was a two week period of rest that kept me grounded, and without our pool, I went crazy.
Virgil, on orders, stayed away from me at night, at first, then during the second week, he snuck quietly into my bed as I slept, and I awoke to find him cuddled around me - no sex - just a lover expressing himself tacitly.
With Emily asleep across the room, we dared not make even a single noise, lest we get in trouble, but I will never forget Virgil's gesture, and with his ass on the line, no less.
Emily, with the loss of all her friends (and the pool man), turned to Virgil, but he shunned her and suggested she make it with dad again, while she still could!
Well, dad & mom lost all their friends too, so all they had left was eachother, which kind of left Emily with no partner readily available!
This led to distrust and Virgil's having to sneak around to show me affection.
Regional school started shortly and Emily was now a senior. The feds tutored the three of us so we could skip 'up' a grade to coincide with the +1 age change in our new identities.
I got to start high school as a sophomore while Virgil skipped that year to become a junior.
It pissed Emily off that our parents and the feds agreed to leave the revision in our dossier which had me as Virgil's young bride.
It didn't take her long to get into a clique of girls with a penchant for boys.
Virgil and I kept to ourselves, for the most part, but I would never pressure him to give up sports.
The feds did that! They told him that he might some day soon, while playing sports, get his picture in the paper and it was way too soon for him to look different. Potential stalkers would have his photo, as well as photos of all the rest of us.
We were even conveniently missing from any yearbook pictures.
This new life sucked! (Thanks, dad!)
As if offering up a sacrifice, dad dipped into his stashed money (the feds knew about it, but it was part of the bargaining deal), converting an unused barn into an indoor pool, sauna, and solarium.
Not three months after christening it, wouldn't you know, he and mom were already entertaining friends.
It was just a matter of time before 'those' parties would commence again, and I figured dad would be starting on Emily and me again, as well.
I told Virgil I wanted to run off and I wanted him to come with me, but he looked at me astonished, then told me, "Listen Tara, I love you more than any brother should, more than any husband would, but you must stop thinking about yourself, here, and look at the big picture."
He continued, "We are not the slightest bit prepared for life on our own. For crying out loud, we've even lost some of our childhood that we'll never get back. Yet, if we just hang on until you graduate, I promise you that you'll be glad you waited."
"Now, if our feelings for eachother change in just those three years, then how much of a mistake would it have been to run off together, now?"
I guess my immaturity got the best of me, but I started pounding Virgil's chest, crying, "Who is she? What bitch have you found? I hate you! I hate you!"
Then, after my arms tired, Virgil hugged me to him, even as I tried to pry away, he comforted me, saying, "Tara, stop crying, there's no other..."
He stopped abruptly, looking off into space.
There WAS someone else!
I pressed him into talking. I wished I hadn't - the pain of his confession was almost unbearable.
He spoke, "I was gonna say there's no other girl, but I've grown attached to my history teacher. She's just out of college, wears an intoxicating perfume and flashes me plenty of 'leg action'. All this, and I HATE history!"
He reminded me that nothing could develop from this because his teacher didn't have tenure and could be removed without due process, but I felt it was only a matter of time before Virgil announced a date of his own age.
I was being encouraged to find a boy my own age in school who was not my brother!
But even after all this, I could not begin to find a boy who could measure up to Virgil. I know it sounds trite, but Virgil is the only one I want, and I'm determined to keep him!
Meanwhile, Emily redoubled her efforts in school to land this football player, but the fed overseer warned her about being seen with him, lest his exploits cause someone to take a picture, and with Emily in the shot!
She ignored that warning and even decided on going out for cheerleader just to get closer to this boy.
When tryouts occured, she had so many 'in' friends, she was guaranteed a spot on the squad, and Billy Ray and her became an item.
She strung him out good, too, letting him get just a little farther, each date, so he'd believe he was seducing HER!
After a couple of months, she 'let him take her virginity', as far as HE thought.
As a famous 'wabbit' often says, "What a maroon!"
The rest of the school year was a huge bore, excpet Emily was still a cheeleader and had to continue as one for the basketball team, as well; but Billy Ray wasn't a basketball player with enough skill to make the team, so she found him 'wandering', on her!
One night, as I came into our room, I could see in Emily's eyes that she'd been crying profusely.
In her despair, she warned me about ALL boys (including Virgil), that they have roving eyes, and giving them sex is by no means any guarantee that they won't seek other girls.
Why was she giving ME this speech? Was she about to pursue Virgil, again? I asked her, point blank!
"No, silly!" She said, "I'm just discovering that life sucks and I THOUGHT I was doing you a favor by telling you!"
Then she broke down, again, and I moved in to comfort her.
Before I knew it, our hugs became caresses. Our caresses led to kissing. Our kissing led to old pent up urges which resurfaced as we disrobed eachother.
The two of us, lamenting our mutual downturns in social experience, resumed our past acknowledgment of the power of Sappho.
With fuller breasts and furrier downs, we began exploring eachother's bodies, first with our fingers and then with our mouths.
It was inevitable that we'd end up in that old '69'.
THIS time, though, we continued our mutual oral love way past one orgasm, stopping only when we were out of breath, and then only pausing.
Emily heard about this position that two girls could achieve which involved pressing ourselves together like crossed swords, or more accurately, crossed scissors, so that our vulvas would line up to rub against one another.
It was a wonderful new feeling, I must admit, and the scraping of our clits brought us both another orgasm, but I miss the exquisite feeling that I get when my stimulation is from the penis that both scrapes and plunges, creating a certain fullness within me, enhancing my orgasm.
The next morning, I told Emily that it was a fine substitute for what I wanted, but a substitute is all it was. I also reminded her that, as her sister, I would always be there, for her.
We both left for school, thoroughly refreshed.
At school, it was Virgil's turn to suffer: His favorite teacher turned up pregnant!
For a moment, after I heard about it, I thought that Virgil had done the deed, even worrying about what would happen to him if they found out, but it turns out that the teacher WAS married, but had just chosen to keep using her maiden name.
Ofcourse, I was relieved to find that out.
Emily was back with Billy Ray, hoping to corral him for her personal use, and with graduation not too far away, she was trying to find out where he would go to college.
He wasn't quite good enough to get into Nebraska, Oklahoma, or Texas, but Oklahoma St. or Kansas were good possibilities.
Emily planned on going to the same school, but my father asked her what she would major in, Billy Ray? Furthermore, and he would dump her, my father predicted, so why bother?
The feds thought getting Emily off to college was a great idea and they offered to pick up the tab, but only to one college - no hopping!
Emily was really hot for Billy Ray, so she got her wish - Kansas.
Billy Ray seemed genuinely interested in Emily, as well.
I hoped it would work out.
As we predicted, Dad has apparently made enough friends (I can't believe he did it so relatively fast) that he's having one of 'those' parties, come next Saturday night.
I've come to dread these things, and I don't think Virgil cares much for them, either.
So we talked it over and agreed to ask dad to leave us out of this, for a change.
Virgil spoke even more forcefully, telling dad not only did we want no part of this party, but that we wanted no part of ANY MORE of 'those' parties, and we didn't think Emily much cared for them, either.
That's when dad finally had to let the cat out of the bag, telling us, "I didn't want to have to tell you this, lest you blab, but it's supposed to be a surprise graduation/going away party for Emily! It was actually Billy Ray's idea. He's taken care of the classmates guest list. Virtually the whole senior class, he said, will be here."
I spoke up, "Wow! That's a pretty responsible thing to do. Frankly, I didn't think Billy Ray had it in him. I have to give him credit. But, do we have the room for, what is it, 57 kids?"
Dad replied, "Billy Ray told me to expect about 40, so we'll use the pool... and don't worry, I won't try to make you do the clean up job! Just don't let on what the deal is, even if you have to pretend to want to work another of 'THOSE' parties, as you put it, and by the way, I have been told by our friends from D.C. NOT to throw any of those parties, in the near future, for security's sake."
"Dad," Virgil interjected, "I think the feds meant that any ostentatious display, even an innocent party like this one, might get people wondering where the money comes from to pay for all this."
Dad said, "Believe it or not, I've got this farm making money, already, so don't sweat about it."
Dad certainly knew how to throw a party!
Everything went fine, even though Virgil and I were not welcome (being underclassmen), which gave us the excuse to return to the house.
We slipped in quietly so we wouldn't have to tell dad that we weren't welcome at the party, but we needn't have been so quiet. He and mom were making plenty of noise, in their own room!
We listened intently, for a while, then Virgil had an inspiration! He grabbed some CDs and dad's car keys and beckoned me to come with him.
We piled into dad's town car and listened to some music. This allowed us to stay away from Emily's party AND avoid being drawn into another sexual episode with mom & dad. Great idea, Virgil!
For over an hour, we listened to music and not once did Virgil try to touch me, although I would've let him. In fact, I was somewhat taken aback that he didn't do anything. Am I getting that bad? I will definitely have to talk to Virgil about it, later.
Toward the end, Virgil slipped in a disc from the play, "Les Miserables", and he skipped ahead to certain cuts.
I didn't much care for most of it, but Virgil was enjoying it thoroughly, so I let it pass; but when this one song came on, I began reacting to it, as it drew me in. It's a party song called "Master of the House". At the end of it, we just looked toward eachother and smiled, broadly.
Another cut was about this young girl (Eponine) who dies in Marius's arms. When the song was over, Virgil was in tears!
I asked him about it and after swallowing a couple of times he told me to try taking a music appreciation class.
I told him that I thought my taste in music was fine but he told me, "No... no, I don't mean it that way at all. I'm saying that you learn to project yourself right inside the story that's being told. For example, I BECAME Marius and I projected YOU as Eponine. Then, I reacted as if YOU were dying in my arms, hence, the tears."
Why did Virgil have to be my brother? I couldn't have sculpted a more perfect boy for me than him. I thought we were gonna have a spat, and I come away from it, more in love with him than ever.
I am determined, now that we've got 'married' identities, to keep virgil for myself, and maybe, just maybe, I'll take music appreciation, come next semester!
We returned to the house, walking in to find mom & dad watching TV. Dad noticed Virgil putting down the car keys and demanded to know where we were.
Virgil showed him the CDs and told him we were just listening to some music, but dad told him to stay right there, and he grabbed to keys and went outside to check.
Virgil ignored dad's order and went upstairs while I told mom exactly why we did what we did.
I asked mom to explain it to dad and then I went up to my own room, too.
I heard the shower running and I smiled to myself, remembering the good times Virgil & I had in there. In no time, I was out of my clothes, getting ready for another encore in the shower with my brother.
But before I even got to my door, I noticed the water was off, already, so I sprinted into the bathroom only to find it empty!
Well, since I was already naked, I took my shower.
When I finished, I snuck to Virgil's room and opened the door.
He was laying on his side, under the covers, like he was ready to go to sleep and it was only about 9:30.
I sidled up next to him, wanting to pull back the covers and get in bed with him, but he stopped my hand, saying, "Tara, do you remember the near tragedy that we almost had the last time we played around, like this? Can we please leave it alone, just for tonight?"
I was devastated! Why had Virgil turned on me?
Hurting like hell, I decided to put on my bathing suit and crash the party.
Several people must've smuggled alcohol into the party because there was too much physical contact going on for sober girls!
I let this one guy corner me, in the pool. I felt safe because who can get it up, under water?
I found out who! This guy was hung pretty good and he made no bones about wanting to use his thing on me! Lucky, we were in the darkest corner of the pool.
I don't know why but I didn't want this guy inside me, but since I egged him on, I offered him an underwater 'hummer'.
He knew I'd have to come up for air, every thirty seconds, so I figured he'd never be able to cum.
I have a lot to learn about boys, I guess, because after about three minutes, this asshole grabbed my head and started humping my face, gagging me, not with water, but with his penis.
He let me go when I started choking up his semen, most of which jetted down my throat!
That bastard! I wonder if he knew who it was that he did! I wonder if he cared.
No longer 'in the mood', I headed back to my own room, but stopped short when I heard noises coming from there!
I tiptoed past, noticing Emily, her legs spread wide and Billy Ray thrusting repeatedly into her.
I had no bed, unless I intruded on Emily.
I crept back to Virgil's room, went inside, and gently tried to get into bed with him.
He awoke, saying, "For crying out loud...", but I shushed him, whispering that I had no choice with Emily and Billy Ray going at it, nearby.
He said, "Alright, but no hanky panky!"
I laid on my side, cuddled by his powerful frame around me, spoon style.
I thought I drifted off to sleep, but I began to feel the stirrings of Virgil's involuntary erection!
His tool was right up against my crack. (I had to remove my bathing suit. It was wet. Virgil always slept in the nude.)
My nipples became as erect as my brother's penis, and he even drifted a hand around me to cup and tweak my breast and aureola.
Before I knew it, Virgil had spread my cheek wide, allowing his penis to be deeply sandwiched by my glutei, precum drizzling from the tip.
Not thinking, I whispered to myself, "Well, I can't get pregnant, that way!"
Virgil was awake and heard me, because not five seconds later, I felt his fingers spreading the precum around my anal ring, pushing his middle finger inside me.
I didn't think it would work, but Virgil added some spit to the mix and placed his 'head' right at my puckered opening and pushed...
It opened up to receive Virgil's head, but there wasn't enough lubrication to complete the insertion.
Just then, Virgil withdrew, his penis splashing me in cum! He rubbed it up and down his shaft and put the head back inside me.
Now, in slow forays, my brother fed inch after inch of his penis into my rectum as I tried to relax my muscles and take him all.
When he got it all the way inside me, I got this full feeling like it was a log.
Then, he began to fuck me in slow strokes at first.
Later, when I was sufficiently loosened up, Virgil really banged it into me. He was close!
After Virgil stopped abruptly, about two seconds later I felt the hot semen effect inside my rectum.
Virgil gave me two more jolts, each delivering their encore blasts to mingle with the first one.
When he withdrew, I hightailed it to the bathroom to allow it to drip out into the toilet.
When I got back to Virgil's bed, he was putting a towel down over the wet spot.
I checked up on Emily, but the room was empty.
I told Virgil that I had recaptured my own bed.
He whispered back, "Sweet dreams."
As summertime became the sizzler that reminded us of California, Emily spent most of her time with Billy Ray.
I really hoped, for her sake, that this wasn't just a senior fling on his part, that they were truly a genuine 'item'.
Dad was bored to death with the limitations of our new identities, and it made everyone else in the household uncomfortable, including mom.
When the farm next to ours went under, we became pretty much isolated from the rest of society, and that lack of social interaction drove dad crazy, and he was determined to DO something about it!
I think the feds made a mistake, probably knowing that we were an 'odd' family.
They facilitated our privacy for family interaction but they forgot about letting us blend into the proverbial woodwork, in society!
It looked like we might be moving, again, if dad had his way, but this wouldn't affect Emily, who'd still be staying on campus, at Kansas.
Frankly, Virgil and I couldn't care less for this place since we hadn't developed any relationships of consequence, while we were here.
Dad had his eye on Riverboat gambling, I figured out, because he wanted to move us to Mississippi.
Fate can be so cruel (like when it dragged me away from California), but now, fate decided to be more merciful.
The feds denied dad's request, initially, but when we got the tornado warning and scrambled down into the bunker (it came with the farm), dad vowed that, one way or another, we were leaving Oklahoma!
Well, one way became the other!
When we emerged from the shelter, our farm was gone!
WE had been hit, 'ground zero', by a twister that didn't last for more than fifteen minutes!
Not that I was crazy about Mississippi, but getting out of 'tornado alley', as it's known, was a relief to us all.
We were settled into an upper middle class area, replete with sidewalks and fire hydrants, but no cul de sacs!
Integration was the first thing we noticed, but there didn't seem to be any polarization, from where I could see.
Virgil planned on trying out for football, but the feds still worried about him getting his picture in the papers, so they pressured him to nix it.
Finally, they let him play soccer, which doesn't get nearly the high school coverage as the major sports.
He was a natural, and he drew quite a few girls around him, white AND black, and he politely catered to them all!
I don't mean to say he screwed them all - he just made sure to talk thoroughly with them and not avoid any of them. He was so popular. I was so miserable!
I became downright sullen when he started dating several of them, sometimes two a week!
I had lost virgil and my life was over!
In my desperation, I began parading around naked in the house to entice Virgil back to me, but he knew what I was doing, and he held his place.
Then one night, shortly before Christmas, I told Virgil that I was gonna go back to daddy. It would create a threesome, and he would probably get me pregnant, this time.
Virgil back-handed me across the face, called me a stupid, impatient slut, and told me to go ahead and ruin my life!
I cried myself to sleep, that night, and vowed that the next time I felt horny, I was going to have my father, and fulfill my needs!
Dad was only too happy to get his penis back inside me, claiming that he hadn't had a tight pussy, apart from his daughters, in years.
I wouldn't let him screw me in the butt, though, but I did swallow him often.
Virgil poked his head into the room, one night, and asked the pointed question, "How are you gonna finish high school if you're pregnant?"
"Tutors, just like before!" I screamed, not caring how he took it.
"You're barely holding on, as it is," he reminded me about our accelerated schooling.
He was a natural, even with schoolwork, so the move upward in grade hardly fazed him, but for me, it WAS difficult, especially with the distractions I've had to endure, and the emotional highs & lows that girls experience much more than boys do.
One night, when dad finished and was showering, mom looked at me, crying my eyes red, and in a softened tone, quite rare for her, told me to sleep alone for a while, so we might sort things out.
She hugged me to her, nothing sexual, and I came to realize that underneath her sexual apetite, she was still a mother, and she recognized that her baby girl was hurting!
She must've laid down the law pretty well because dad suddenly began treating me like the loving father he used to be while I was still a virgin; and Virgil, who was one of the most popular seniors in high school, began helping me with my homework, even on Friday nights, when he could be out screwing like a porn star.
In a few weeks, the hurt softened, my grades improved, and my former sullenness became a distant memory.
Here in Mississippi, we didn't bother with a cover story regarding Virgil and myself; we were simply brother and sister.
I finally started going out on dates with boys who weren't so forward. Besides, they knew that Virgil could always pay them a visit if they got out of line with me.
This one boy, Jackson (that's his first name), was somewhat smoother than the rest, and after a dozen dates, he was no longer satisfied with petting!
He didn't fear Virgil, and he didn't hold liquor well. He had obviously gotten his hands on some before our date, this night, and he wouldn't take no for an answer, forcing his hands inside my panties!
When I fought him off, he slapped me silly!
Dazed and confused, I felt him yanking down my pants and fumbling with his own. I was about to be raped and, despite being far from a virgin anymore, I was scared out of my mind!
With my last ounce of defiance, I kneed him in the balls, causing HIM to scream, as I tried to scramble away!
With all these kids nearby, in this lovers lane of sorts, you'd think some girl would demand that her boyfriend get involved.
Not a single one did!
However, as fate would have it, one boy decided that blue balls were better than a guilty conscience. He stopped his ministrations on his date, fixed his pants, and came running over to tell whoever it was that tonight was not their night!
When he saw who it was, his athletic might went into overdrive! He roughly yanked Jack from my loins, fortunately BEFORE he got inside me, then proceeded to beat him within the proverbial inch of his life!
His date was pissed off at him for getting involved, so he told her to go fuck herself! This (me) was his sister, being raped, and if she didn't like it, she could let Jack rape HER! That changed her tune.
I was hurting, pretty badly, but it was mostly pain, not injury.
Virgil told his date that they were taking me to the hospital, but I told them, "Just take me home, please."
Virgil's date, Mandi, said that since the evening was ruined, we should drop her off home, first, since it was closer! (Yeah... pleased to meet you too, bitch!)
Virgil would have no further part of her, from that day on, and when we got to the house, I fainted.
When I came to, I was in my bed. Virgil had a wet cloth with ice, that he was applying to my bruises. I noticed tears running down his cheeks as he knelt over me, frantically trying to get me to respond.
It actually hurt to smile, but I managed half of one and I thanked Virgil for 'being there'.
He asked me what my next course of action was going to be: Go to the police, confront Jack's parents, or...
He let me finish the thought: I told him I thought that the beating he gave Jack was fair compensation for the beating Jack gave me, and I reminded him of Jack's scream, when I knocked his balls into his adenoids!
Virgil laughed and kissed me on the forehead, his way of agreeing, since without penetration, the cops would be less than useless with no proof!
Also, our DC friends wouldn't appreciate another possible move, that is, if they hadn't already told dad they wouldn't sanction any more!
Virgil helped me up. I was still dressed.
I wanted to get something to eat. He was hungry too, so we put a pizza in the microwave.
By the time I brought it into the den, Virgil had a cable movie on the screen.
It was an art house love story, called JUDE, and starred Kate Winslet. It was a story about cousins who fall for eachother! Kate's full frontal nude scene was more revealing than the one in Titannic.
By the time the movie ended, Virgil and I were hand in hand, stealing glances at eachother.
Our parents were still not home when we called it a night, and we walked upstairs, still hand in hand.
But when we got to my bedroom, Virgil hesitated, thinking about the enormity (perhaps for the first time) of what our bodies were saying we were about to do.
With tender caresses and the gentlest of fingers, my brother had me forgetting the events of earlier, my heaving torso struggling to impale itself on him.
He copied the scene from the movie, engulfing each nipple in turn, placing his tongue in my mouth as if to let me taste myself.
I was so wet already that when Virgil made the move to go down on me, I pulled him back to my lips.
Somehow, and without hands, his penis found my white hot cauldron of desire, poorly guarded by dewy labia that merely saluted, as it crept slowly, all the way inside me!
We kissed that way for a while, without bumping or grinding, just fused in a loving embrace.
I think I moved first, which triggered autonomic reflexes in Virgil, as our love train pulled out of the station like the Cannonball Express.
I think I will always dream of this act of love for the rest of my life. It was THAT perfect!
We were well along when I began a series of orgasms I likened to a mail train picking up new sacks of mail, along the way.
I spoke not. Only the actions of my body announced my total abandon to pleasure.
Virgil was now close. I knew it. And when he pulled his face back and opened his mouth, as if to speak, I pulled him back to my lips, hard, and he lost all resolve!
When I felt his boiling lava spew inside me, again and again, it completed my evening of agony and ecstasy. To be impregnated by this act would be the culmination of everything I could hope for.
I wouldn't even get up. I slept, supine, letting my brother's virile sperms have numbers on their side, fighting to get to the prize, a prize that was due exactly twelve to twenty-four hours ago!
I just knew these sperms would get there! It was guilt edged destiny!
Two weeks later, destiny fucked me, too!
I forgot that I only had one fallopian tube left! It was probably THAT missing tube's turn to convey the sacred egg that my body was aching to have fertilized.
Virgil felt openly bad for me, but secretly I know he was relieved.
But, at least I had my brother back!
Summertime finally arrived!
Virgil had a full academic scholarship to Southern Miss. (A school with a fine football program!)
Officially eighteen, now, he wasn't gonna let the feds intimidate him, any longer. He was gonna try out for the football team!
Dad was having more success on the Riverboat, which supplemented the nice income he was allowed to make, running his own internet businesses, about five of them.
The feds warned him & mom that since he gambled so much, in his past life, that ought to be the first place to begin searching, when setting out for revenge, so he was inviting danger.
Dad's only caution to their warning was to confide to Virgil where his hidden money was located (across the river, in Arkansas).
Virgil knew that his going away to college was going to wreak havoc with my psyche, so he spent almost all of his summertime with me.
We drove to Graceland, up North, and visited the incredibly gaudy interior of Elvis' manse, with the rest of the gawking tourists.
That was a day trip.
Mom & dad also let us spend a weekend down South, in New Orleans (we had married IDs). They trusted their instincts with Virgil because he really had it together, fairly exuding confidence as a young adult.
Virgil also was keeping track of my cycle (I'm sure) so that there would be no complications, come my senior year. He conveniently made himself scarce in those weeks that I wanted him the most, and we knew exactly why! After a while, I got the message.
This weekend, in the Big Easy, I had just gotten over my last period, so I looked with anticipation at our Saturday night in the hotel.
Friday night ofcourse, we were so tired from the trip down that we hit the sack and were out cold in a heartbeat.
I never thought I had any phobias, but on the trip across Lake Ponchartrain (it's the longest water crossing in the world, about 30 miles), I could look around and see nothing but water, surrounding us! It was positively un-nerving to me. It felt like we were driving on the sea.
Obviously, I'd never want to be out there during any storms!
Saturday's sightseeing tour was okay, I suppose, but I was just happy to be arm in arm with Virgil, and I looked forward to cuddling up, come evening.
He suggested we dine out at Emeril's (the TV chef), restaurant, but I'm more of a burger & fries type, so I talked him out of it.
We finally settled on whoppers, fries, onion rings, and strawberry shakes.
Virgil asked me if I wanted to catch a movie and I told him, "No. I'd like to take a nice, long, hot, bath, but you can go, if you want."
I was trying NOT to put any pressure on him, but I secretly hoped he'd stay in, too.
But it was summer! He'd have 'cabin fever'.
He said, "Hey! Downstairs, they have this pool that is both indoor and outdoor. What do you say, we try it?"
Well, half a loaf is better than none!
We got our suits out of our overnight bags and headed downstairs.
The pool was gorgeous, something out of the Hugh Hefner school of decorating: colored lights, falls, simulated coral, a pleasing-to-the-eye experience.
We started indoors and reconnoitered, heading for the outside, where the sky was darkening somewhat, the edge of night creeping around the globe.
To get out of the building, we had to swim under water for three or four feet, but the evening breeze made it worth our while.
Naturally, I initiated touchy feely games with my brother, who responded in kind, until we saw this old couple staring at us.
Virgil glowered back at them, saying, "Well, we ARE newlyweds! Give us a break!"
That got them moving, and I hugged Virgil to me, pressing the side of my face against his chest, my smile, one of contentment.
When we got back upstairs, Virgil told me to use the bath first, but since his suit was wet, I decided to skip the bath... if we could shower together.
Some of our best love making occurred in showers so I hoped to rekindle that spirit in Virgil, and he needed to prodding from me!
We luxuriated in the hot water, keeping it so hot it made our skin tingle.
Then, we began exploring with our hands, followed by our mouths.
I giggled when Virgil squatted, causing his knees to crack, but my concentration was soon centered on my clit, as my brother's practiced tongue darted and dragged along my shaven vulva.
After letting myself cum, two or three times, I bid Virgil back to a standing position and took my turn at his crotch, capturing rivulets of water as it cascaded off his penis.
I engulfed him as completely as I could, grabbing onto his buttocks for balance, but when he sensed it was time, he yanked away from my lips, stood me up, and fired his cream onto my stomach!
I was disappointed, but Virgil was hard again in no time, and he proceeded to line himself up just like the time he took my virginity.
I was fucking my brother, standing up in a shower, for the fourth time in my life already, each time a renewed pleasure, but Virgil had one more surprise in store for me.
When we had built up steam, his loins pistoning deep inside me, and we were right at the precipice to the orgasm chasm, Virgil flipped the hot/cold switch to cold!
If we were old, we might've suffered heart attacks, but this shock treatment sent convulsions of a different sort through our bodies.
Virgil exploded with such force that a lot of his cum dripped out of me.
My orgasm almost caused me to pass out.
Then, Virgil turned the water back to tepid, spun me around, and with his penis still oozing sperm, he placed it against my anal orifice!
I could deny him nothing! I loved him, way beyond our relationship.
I let him push his cum soaked penis past my puckered ring which, in my luxuriated state, opened to my brother's insistent ramrod.
He must've shot another bolt of sperm inside my rectum immediately because his whole penis seemed to fit, without any pain, not even when he began to fuck it inside me, repeatedly.
I was slightly bent over as Virgil increased his pace. Next, I bent over completely when the pace became wanton.
At last, I felt a final thrust from my brother, my insides receiving his penis reload, allowing him to detumesce and pull out easily.
By the time we finished showering for real and turning off the water, I'd swear we used two hundred gallons!
We slept like babies before preparing for the long drive home, on Sunday.
That one memorable weekend in New Orleans was the highlight of my summer, and I hoped, Virgil's too!
Since Virgil was half a state away, my senior year of high school was filled with dread until that asshole (Jack) moved out of state.
I had matured to the point where I was no longer a boy toy, being satisfied with keeping my grades as high as possible. I planned on going to Southern Miss. also, just to be near Virgil.
Surviving this one school year was my only goal.
I didn't participate in any extra-curricular activities. I rarely dated upper classmen (that was the trick to staying celibate).
Emily got engaged to Billy Ray and they were going to stay in Kansas (Duh!)
Virgil was making headlines, on the gridiron, until HE got a kick in the ass by fate - he blew out his knee, badly, and his football days were over.
He still excelled, academically, so he was certainly not through with college.
Like dad, Virgil was a whiz at the computer, running his own businesses (like dad showed him) from inside campus. He was making more than dad, I think!
I was fairly computer literate, myself, and since I had no real direction, in life, I decided it might behoove me to be able to help out dad (and Virgil), if & when the opportunity presented itself.
When Virgil came home for Christmas, he still had a limp, though to all other outward appearances, he was completely healed of his injury.
He also had a girlfriend.
He knew I'd be upset, so he avoided the subject as much as possible, but mom wanted to see a picture of her, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to look, too.
Mom took one look at her picture, then glanced toward me, then stared back at Virgil.
I just HAD to see what caused all the furtive eye movements between them.
I took one look and froze!
When I looked up at Virgil, it was through puddling eyes.
I ran upstairs, over their pleas of, "Tara, wait!"
The girl in the photo could've been my twin, except where I had breasts, this girl had mountains!
I'm talking like 44DD!
Though I was crying, I could clearly hear mom agrue with Virgil, saying, "How COULD you?"
Virgil came back, "How could I WHAT?"
Mom said, "Don't you understand what this must look like? You're claiming you're sister is too flat chested!"
Virgil surprised her (and me), "Obviously, you noticed that this girl looks just like Tara. I mean, except for the tits, which she just happens to have, she could BE Tara. So, with all the girls to choose from, down there, I chose one that reminds me of my little sister! I thought of it as complimentary."
"Maybe it was different in your youth, but when guys plays sports and DON'T date girls, then all the gays begin to gravitate towards them, thinking it must be the reason. I don't need that."
"What's more, mom, is that this girl is a twenty year old cheerleader, a junior who will be graduating next year, unless she finds a bigger catch, on campus. I don't see this as a serious relationship. You'll notice we went our separate ways, here at Christmas!"
Boy, my brother was smooth talking mom like she was another piece of ass that he had on the side, but I WAS impressed that he thought of the girl's likeness to me as a compliment. If he was telling the truth, then maybe I still had a chance with him, next year.
With me, it was different. I dated these younger boys, but I wouldn't allow any of them inside my pants. If I was to become pregnant, I would not allow it to be with anyone, but my Virgil!
I KNOW it's wrong, and I've tried a few other boys, and Virgil keeps telling me not to shut out the rest of the world - that someday some boy (or man) would sweep me off my feet, but that someone is HIM. I've never found anyone, not anyone, who measures up to Virgil, and it's not just the sex! I KNOW that now. I will ease his mind!
I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, then bounded downstairs, finding mom & Virgil in the kitchen (Had they moved there to avoid my overhearing?).
I popped open the refrigerator and grabbed some milk, pouring myself a glass and offering, with a gesture, some to Virgil & mom. They declined.
Then, I plopped down at the table with them, and as they stared at me, I took a sip, leaving that famous milk mustache, and said, "Got milk?... Had milk?... Want milk?"
I pressed on while smiling, "I'm complimented that you found a girl who looks just like me, and if she had one of these (pointing to my milk mustache), I'd bet it's... NOT milk! Hahahahahaha!" (I just had to laugh, to let them know I wasn't pissed off, any longer.)
Looking as seductively as I could, I asked Virgil, "Say! Mom & dad are going to the riverboat for New Years. Are you staying for New Years?"
Virgil leaped out of his chair and grabbed a wet sponge from the sink, saying, "Yes! And NO!" And with the word 'no', emphasized, he fired the wet sponge right into my face, taking off before I could retaliate!
Like the kids we were, just a couple of years ago, I chased him upstairs playfully, but when I got to his room, he wasn't there! I snuck to MY room, figuring that he was right behind the door, so I blasted it open! I was wrong. Where the hell WAS he?
I tried my closets, no. I went back and tried HIS closet, no. Wait! I snuck off to the bathroom, summoning up my courage, and prepared to deliver the coup-de-gras. I quickly grabbed the controls and turned on the cold water! No, again!
I heard a shuffling in his room! I turned off the water and raced inside, but, nothing again.
I was not out of breath, but the excitement had my heart racing. The wonderful memories of this sibling byplay had me tingling, even right down to my pussy!
I figured Virgil had eluded me and gone downstairs again, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me frustrated.
Hmmmmm. Frustrated?
Since I was already near my bed, and since I was 'itching', so to speak, now that my period ended the day before, I decided to relieve myself and headed back inside my room.
No sooner than I had cleared the doorway, the door fired closed, and Virgil grabbed me from behind! (Where had he hidden?)
Startled for just a moment, I bent over forward. Virgil was pressed into me from behind, his erection signalling his excitement at this game, too!
We 'struggled' in our mock attack until we fell onto my bed, Virgil continuing his mock rape by yanking off my blouse and tossing it aside.
Surprised that I wasn't wearing a bra, he went for my pants, too!
When he got them off me, my smile stopped, and I stared right into his eyes.
His clothes were off, in a heartbeat, and we could smell our pheromones preparing us for eachother!
When he rejoined me, placing his knees between mine, he whispered, "Tara, I KNOW what you were thinking for New Years, but it'll be too long after your period to be safe, and you know it; so my 'yes & no' were for yes, I'll be staying, and no, I'm NOT gonna make a baby inside you, but with your period due, any day now (He was WRONG! It just finished!), I'll give you your New Years present, right now!
With that, he lowered his face to my dripping vulva, his lips setting me on fire, my hips trying to impale my pussy on his tongue.
Over the months, Virgil had lost track of my cycle (It's not an exact science.) so that he was 'late' by about a week. This could evolve into something, later, but for now, I had my brother's lips on my clitoris.
When he worked his way up, he made sure to spend time on my nipples. I knew he WOULD, just so I wouldn't feel self-conscious about them. He really does love me, I convinced myself.
When his penis entered me, it was soaked in precum, and my vagina was soaked in my own secretions.
It was no surprise that he was hitting bottom with every thrust and we continued our mock rape, with me trying to lift his hips off me and him grabbing my ass and jamming himself inside me, all the way.
My sharp intakes of air signaling my orgasms to my brother, he redoubled his deep thrusts, gaining even a few more millimeters deeper with each thrust, until we were at a breakneck speed, his orgasm almost there.
And then it WAS there, washing inside me! I swear I could feel it shooting through my cervix and gushing directly into my womb!
I had my eyes closed and my mouth open, frozen in position like victims at Pompeii, my orgasm so complete.
I didn't feel Virgil take it out of me, I was tingling so much.
When I felt something enter my mouth, I closed my lips over his finger and pretended to 'blow' it, and Virgil told me, "Stay just like that."
I felt him shift and kept my eyes closed, knowing that the next thing in my mouth would be his penis, soaked with our mutual secretions.
It was somewhat soft, but after a few seconds in and out of my mouth, it firmed up to its 'working' size!
I let Virgil thrust his penis, taking full charge of his captive, even when it gagged me as it tried to invade my throat!
My brother was getting ready to expel another orgasm and I grabbed him around the hips, letting him know that I wanted it! (I was gonna make sure that sex with his little sister was the best sex he'd ever have!)
He's only human! His penis ran against my throat hollow and spat. He pulled back and thrust again, this time the pre-lube from his first ejaculation allowed him to blow past and actually enter my throat! (I was holding my breath and holding back my gag reflex. I was actually deep throating my brother!)
Two more thrusts, both into my throat spewing cum, finally got to me and I gagged!
Virgil pulled out, in obvious pleasure, and I was able to quickly recompose myself.
Virgil looked at me in awe, saying, "Where did you learn to do that?"
I told him, "I just spontaneously did it for you. It is the first time, ever, I swear!"
He kissed my gooey lips, tasting some of himself, and he whispered those words that I could only hope were true: "I really do love you, Tara."
The rest of the school year couldn't pass, fast enough, as far as I was concerned.
I even let myself slip, one night, because I was taking this boy's cherry. I thought I was performing a nice gesture, but what did it get me? This little bastard bragged about it! I cornered him, fast, telling him that if I ever heard another word about it, I'd let everyone know what a little dick he had!
By the time I graduated, Virgil was already home for the summer. I expected to get to meet my 'twin', at the very least, but Virgil said she was already in Europe, on a six week holiday! (Good!)
Hoping against hope that Virgil would give me a baby as my graduation present, I was openly distraught when his present to me was only a card!
I figured, cash is so insensitive from a brother or a lover, that I didn't immediately open it, opting instead, for a piece of cake.
Virgil left the kitchen, quite abruptly, while mom & dad glowed with pride that their youngest was out of high school.
I couldn't get over the change that virgil displayed when I didn't open his card, so I retrieved it and went looking for him.
He was in the den, watching a baseball game, when I apologized for blowing him off, out in the kitchen, but he perked up, somewhat, when I ceremoniously opened his card in front of him.
Oh, my!
It wasn't cash - it was plane tickets - two weeks in New York, at the Plaza!
I leaped into his arms, smiling from ear to ear!
Naturally, we were going together. He had tickets to Letterman and Medieval Times, as well.
We had barely settled into our room when Virgil reminded me that the Letterman tickets were for that very first evening (they taped the show at 5PM), so we only had an hour and a half, but the theatre was only seven blocks away, so there was no real rush.
With the traveling and the show taping, in which we 'won' a ham, in some gag giveaway, we were asleep like babies, the moment we got back to our room.
With Central Park right across the street, we spent the next day lolling about, putting in so much time on foot that we were tired again, the next night.
Virgil hadn't made any moves yet which surprised me, but I found out why on the third night, when he told me, "Tara, I waited until you finished your monthly. In fact, I timed this trip so we'd enjoy eachother, then sightsee after the first 'safe' week.
My broad smile hid the fact that Virgil completely mistimed my cycle. It had already been twelve days! I was finally going to get to have Virgil's baby, if I had any luck!
I had kept a pair of stained panties to keep him off the trail, and now the setup was complete.
But when Virgil came to me, smelling all dolled up like we were on honeymoon, I suddenly couldn't go through with it without telling him the truth.
I confessed everything to him - about how he'd lost count over the months and was now two whole weeks wrong. I told him I loved him and he knows I want his baby in the worst way, but not this way!
Starting out with a lie would always leave a wedge between us, so I had to clear the air.
He told me, "Yeah. Right. Fine. We'll just do it, anyway."
He didn't believe me! I tried reiterating my story, but he would have none of it!
He pounced on me like I was a bashful newlywed, his hands and lips went everywhere, causing me to squeal with excitement.
He ate me like a champ, my bronco bucking hips on automatic, grinding into his face repeatedly.
When he hovered over me, I decided to take him down my throat to capture his seed there, but he pulled back, rather quickly. He was already primed.
I spoke to him, one more time, "Oh, Virgil. I'm telling you the truth. I'm fertile, right now, and if you shoot it inside me, I just know we're gonna make a baby. You have to pull out."
He cut me off, his lips glued to mine, his penis parting my sopping wet vaginal lips and sliding into me.
I practically swooned from the emotion of the moment and Virgil just stopped and stared at me, in rapt affection.
Only after I opened my eyes did my brother hunch it deeper inside me, then retreating slightly so he could get even deeper inside me.
When our pubic bones crunched, it sent him into a veritable frenzy of humping, taking himself way out only to thrust it all the way back inside.
I - We never fucked so deeply as this, and Virgil was able to maintain a slow, maddening pace that sent me into repeated orgasmic convulsions.
One last time, I tried to tell my brother... "Oh, oh, I love you SO much, but you can't cum inside me, not now!" And with that, I tried prying him off me!
His answer was to speed up his pace! He drowned out any more talk by kissing me deeply, as his hips began to pound mine. He was getting close, while my breathing signaled my repeated orgasms were taking over my soul.
Finally, I screamed, "Oh! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh," as my brother's pent up volume erupted inside me, his hips continuing their pumping well past the initial ejaculations.
When Virgil finally collapsed over me, I knew I had to warn him once more, and I began by saying his name, "Virgil. There's no reason for me to be lying right now. If my cycle is when YOU think, and you know I want your baby, then I should be trying to seduce you in two weeks, or, two weeks ago, but I didn't, did I?"
"If we stay like this, then I'm afraid you've made me pregnant, and you'll be angry with me."
My brother rolled onto his side, stared into my eyes an said, "Tell me. With all we just said and did, how was the moment?"
I replied, "It was the greatest! - except for the nervousness over my fertility."
He said, "So if I told you that I knew, all along, and this was my special gift to you?"
I broke into tears of joy, rolling my brother atop me and he pressed his semi-erect penis back inside me to perform an encore, in which his testicles found some more seed, which they sent into my womb!
I slept with a pillow under my ass, determined to keep every single sperm soldier trapped inside me, waiting for one of them to hit pay dirt!
The morning after Virgil treated me to the sex that I'd been dreaming of (unprotected, ovulation cycle), we slept late, by design.
When we finally stirred, I was happy to note that I had kept most of my brother's semen inside me by sleeping with my butt, elevated. The sheets were pretty much dry.
I snuggled up to Virgil, who was also stirring, and I told him, "You know, when making a baby, couples are supposed to do it several days in a row during the fertile period."
He smiled so engagingly that I felt a tingle! I was ready to go at it with him, right then, but he leapt out of bed and went right into the shower.
The moment passed.
When he was finished, he told me to get up as well because we had a busy day planned.
Over breakfast, we discussed our plans.
Just about a mile, north, up Central Park West (as it's called) is the Museum of Natural History and the even more famous Hayden Planetarium.
From dinosaur skeletons to hominids to laser demos to moon rock to a meteorite (the size of a VW), we needed more hours than we allotted because the attached planetarium ran at certain hours, and for Virgil, a Star Trek fan, that excursion was a must!
I have to admit, the experience places your senses on hold, so that you FEEL you're actually where they say you are, and the domed-ceiling room is dark, like a theater.
I am not a sci-fi fan, but I was NOT bored, at all!
Since it was dark, we naturally played touchy-feely with eachother, but apparently, lots of couples do this, so it was no surprise that they had these ushers, replete with little flashlights, to shoo us away from these peccadilloes.
With all the walking (have soft shoes), I was tired and dragging my ass, come dinnertime, but I wasn't sleepy; I just needed time, off my feet.
Virgil thought of that. He had told someone at the Plaza to get us show tickets for this evening and price was no object. (Knowing Virgil, I'm sure that the tip for this kind of service was enormous.)
When I looked through the NY Times for shows and starting times, I came across an advertisement that announced that 'CATS' was getting ready to close, after a record eighteen year run, so I told Virgil I wanted to see that one, but he told me the tickets for tonight were for 'Les Miserables'. (I had forgotten about that night in dad's car. Virgil loved that show's music.)
You know, when you put the actions on stage together with the music, it really can be quite a moving experience! We both felt the sting of little Gavroche's death (a young pre-teen boy), and Virgil, true to form, cried again when Eponine (a young late teen vixen) died in her hero's arms, all set to perfectly played music.
All this was in contrast to 'Master of the House', a bawdy piece which had the audience clapping in tune to the chorus lines and stopping the play for a moment at the end of the song, with long applause. (Now I know what they mean by 'show-stopper'!)
We had a late dinner, so we were still not sleepy come bedtime, which was convenient for MY plans.
Virgil was a willing slave to my every desire, this night, tantalizing me with the strawberries & cream he had sent up via room service.
I warned him that maybe the little sperms might get the wrong idea and head for a food source, and that he'd better 'hoover' up anything that remained on or inside me.
He laughed, but dutifully complied, well into my third orgasm!
I didn't disappoint him, either, letting his penis fall into my throat while he was vacuuming!
When we finally scrambled into position for our own finale, I reminded Virgil that I planned on sleeping with my ass elevated again, so he grabbed a pillow and took me from that position.
This allowed his penis to more fully penetrate me and he found it a 'new' treat, having his pubes fused to mine at full insertion.
When he let go, I locked my legs around him, drawing him tightly inside me, his penis spewing like a volcano!
We feel asleep, fused like two bunnies, me to my dreams, and my brother, just to please me!
The rest of the trip had us going to baseball games, to the top of both the Empire State building and the World Trade Center (where two different King Kong's met their end, one at each locale).
We also got to see CATS, later in the week. (I never imagined how sexually suggestive the dancing really was, especially to males.)
Our last show was Victor/Victoria. Now, with all due respect to the cast who were just fine, it was like watching a Bond movie with a different lead actor, AFTER seeing the Sean Connery versions... just not quite the same, and so it was vis-a-vis Julie Andrews. She 'made' the show!
The final day came and we still hadn't been to Medieval Times, the restaurant with dinner and a jousting tournament.
Virgil, ever the tactician, told me that since this place was relatively close to the airport, we'd be having dinner there just before heading home.
I have to say: Virgil's timing was impeccable. We finished up at the restaurant, climbed back into our limousine, and we were at the airport exactly one hour before our scheduled departure.
I hated the idea of flying at night, but after such a grand meal, I fell asleep in my brother's arms.
When we got home (to the house, itself), it was almost midnight.
We left our bags in the foyer and headed for the bedroom.
It wasn't the Plaza, but we tried a repetition of some earlier nights, except for the strawberries.
There was plenty of 'cream' though, and Virgil made sure to leave 'his' cream, right at my doorway to fertility paradise, though my cycle was approaching the PM stage.
Neither one of us ever saw the note...
Note: This chapter co-mingles with chapter 14 of CHANGING PLACES, as will the next chapters of each, do likewise.)
We were so tired from our flight home that we slept until noon, the next day.
When Virgil awoke first, he dragged himself out of bed, showered, and headed downstairs to get himself a cup of coffee.
I was hoping he would've awakened me to a wonderful 'nooner', and I was somewhat disappointed when I heard him leave the shower and go straight for the kitchen.
Reluctantly, I ambled to the shower, also. I might as well join him for coffee. My life had just become a 'bowl of cherries' - I wanted the contentment to last, as long as possible.
With the shower noise, I never heard Virgil come back upstairs, so when the shower curtain suddenly opened, my heart skipped a beat!
After the initial shock wore off, a new one began to set in - Virgil was fully dressed!
He looked straight into my eyes and said, "Trouble! Wear something functional, like jeans & sneakers. We are gonna have company and we MAY have to take it on the 'lam', again!"
He abruptly left, not letting me even begin to ask a question. When I turned off the water, I heard a sound that harkened me back to the days when we were at safe houses: It was the sound of an automatic pistol's slide being released (in this case) as it loaded the chamber!
I called out, "Virgil! Is that you? - With a gun?"
Thankfully, he responded so, or I don't know what I would've done.
When I got to the kitchen, Virgil had already taken action. He was on the phone, the gun in his belt. He saw me and nodded to the note on the table.
It said, "If you want to see THEM ever again, locate $200,000.00 in cash. We'll be in touch."
We thought our parents were somewhere near the Riverboat casino, but now things took an ominous turn.
I poured myself some coffee and waited for Virgil to finish the phone conversation. I knew better than to bother him with inane questions while he was busy. He had that confident demeanor that I loved in him.
When he hung up, he explained everything, "First of all, they are probably watching the house, in some way. Otherwise, as dad probably told them, there'd be nobody to read the note! The only question is: How long until they call here?"
He continued, "I decided to take a chance with dad's assistant - Remember her? - back in Sunnyvale. There was an FBI agent, in on the original investigation." (reader note: He is referring to agent 'Rice' from the story: "Changing Places", who was not involved in the witness program.)
Virgil continued, "Now, since the possibility exists that one of the program agents are involved, I need to go around them, and before they call and order us not to contact anyone!"
I was about to start asking questions, when the phone rang.
Virgil picked it up immediately, muttering, "Please be HIM!"
His side of the conversation...
"Yes... I'm his son... I know it's highly unusual, but I suspect our relocation agents, so I chose the next best avenue... because they knew EXACTLY how much money to ask for and I can tell that the note was written by more than one person... You're our only hope! I'm afraid that even if we pay up, we'll all be killed, especially if the agents are involved... Yes, I'm carrying one, right now... yes, she'll follow my instructions... yessir, I think I can... We'll start out immediately, and THANK YOU!"
"That was an FBI agent that I trust (He doesn't know that 'Rice' is really CIA) and he warned me that this could get 'hairy'. He told me that it was very complicated, getting involved with the protection program. Nobody's allowed access, or the subject's secrecy is compromised. If agents ARE involved, then we are certainly behind the proverbial '8-ball'. He told us to leave the house before anyone could call. That way, if mom & dad were still alive, we would be buying them extra time."
Virgil had already checked the garage. Thank heaven, mom liked a sporty vehicle! We got the spare car keys and took off in her '300zx'.
While driving, Virgil made sure to keep checking for tails, lest we be killed after laying our hands on the cash that dad had stashed, in Arkansas.
We used the interstate, as much as possible, until we found the exit nearest dad's stash.
Convinced that we weren't tailed, Virgil pulled into a diner and told me to order something while he made a call.
When Virgil joined me, has asked for my eyebrow pencil and started coloring his eyebrows and side- burns, while telling me he needed to accomplish the next step, alone.
I objected, telling him, "Listen, our best chance is with me driving around the block, timing it so I'll be pulling up just as you emerge. You'll be free to use the gun. I will not let you do this alone."
Our conversation was overheard by the cook/owner who naturally mistook it for an attempted robbery, so he called the cops!
When the squad car pulled into the lot, Virgil got nervous, which spread to me too, but the officer just stayed put, staring at us through the window.
When another car, unmarked, but of the same make, pulled into the lot, out came a couple, the man heading for the only entrance, the female heading around back (no doubt, being let into the kitchen).
All was lost! If Virgil went for that gun, he'd have to kill a cop. If he didn't, we were gonna be nabbed on a gun charge, at the very least.
I pleaded with Virgil not to act desperate, and he pressed a hand to my cheek, smiling knowingly, and then folded his hands behind his head, stretching.
At that exact moment, the cop pounced!
They arrested us, but found no gun!
Ofcourse! Virgil wouldn't need the gun until he went for the money. He had left the gun in the car. Their probable cause just went right out the window! If they searched the car, it would be an illegal search, and all charges would have to be dismissed, but unfortunately, it would detour us from our objective.
The arresting officer conferred with the owner. They knew eachother and, even from a distance, they were quite animated. The upshot of it all was a profound apology from the diner owner and a bullshit story from the cop about our car and occupants fitting the description of two hit & run robbers that the owner mistook us for.
I was still hungry, but the cop asked us to come outside with him, so we did.
That's when he told us he was contacted by agent Kurosato and he would help protect us for a pick-up that the agent told him Virgil was to make.
He talked to the other cops, the 'uniform' shaking his head (no) and his female partner (ditto), but at the last second, she agreed to join us.
They had to finish their shift, but they suggested we take a room at a nearby motel and they'd join us, later.
I told Virgil I was starving and could we FINALLY sit down and eat, somewhere?!?
He found a McDonald's which (proudly?) displayed a sign claiming that 'Governor' Clinton had eaten there!
Virgil placed the tray on the table, reached under and touched my knee, saying, "And here is where he fondled his first intern!" We both laughed, giddily. The first place that we spotted after eating, looked too seedy for me, so I told Virgil to keep driving until we found a better place. He was mildly annoyed with me, for that.
When we found the next one, it was barely better, but who's to say it wasn't the best in the area?
When we finally entered the room, Virgil commented that maybe he should've asked for the honeymoon suite. He was only trying to be funny, but I took it wrong and snapped at him!
When Virgil spat back, "Don't blame ME for your PMS," I suddenly realized that that was EXACTLY what my problem was! It dawned on me that those two weeks in New York, with all that wonderful sex were all in vain! If I had PMS, then I wasn't pregnant!
I broke down and started crying.
Virgil's countenance softened and he apologized, but he had done nothing wrong. I was about to admit that to him, but I liked the way he was holding me, so I let him comfort me.
I let him hug me, then kiss me, then pick me up and carry me to bed and gently set me down.
This was no time to be doing this, but I was feeling sorry for myself, and Virgil was so attentive, as he rubbed me where he knew I wanted it most, touching, feeling, caressing, until we were taking eachother's clothes off, my pussy suddenly throbbing for my brother!
Virgil, suddenly naked and erect, moaned, "Oh, Tara, oh, honey!"
He pressed his face onto a breast, but I wanted him so desperately that there was no time for foreplay!
I drew him to me, feeling his scalding hot penis, only briefly, as I placed it where it belonged, my brother taking over, pressing our lips together, then our tongues, as his penis buried itself inside me like a snake hiding from a mongoose.
We rocked repeatedly, his ram gaining new depth with each move, until I felt our pubes entwine.
Our breathing began to crescendo in time with his penis, when he started to withdraw and re-plunge. We were not gonna last too much longer and Virgil broke into a sweat, drilling for all he was worth.
When that first white hot jet of semen hit inside me so deep, I moaned out loud, getting several more, until we collapsed our spent bodies.
It was time to tell Virgil about my PMS, and what it meant about my not being pregnant, and he comforted me, showing genuine disappointment. I love him so.
I was tired, and since we had a few hours, I told Virgil I was going to snooze, and I suggested he do likewise, but he told me not to worry about him. He would be okay.
Virgil dialed the cell phone number that the cop had given him and told him in which motor inn they could find us. Then he sat down in front of the tv.
A few hours later, he had fallen asleep too, and we were both awakened by the knock on the door.
It was the two police officers.
It was agreed that Virgil and the one cop would make the pick-up while the female partner would stay here with me.
While they were gone, I noticed the lady officer had picked up a certain scent (women can tell these things), but it didn't immediately dawn on me what scent she had picked up.
When I realized it was the musk of our sex, I felt exposed, yet oddly curious, because she was acting sort of like a cat on catnip!
I decided to pursue it, saying, "Yes, we did! We love eachother deeply, and who knows how this is gonna turn out?"
She was taken aback somewhat, but then she opened up to me, woman to woman, saying, "What do you think of Carl (the other officer) & me?"
I told her, "You seem pleasant and honest enough."
She said, "No, silly! I meant him & I in the sack. He's divorced, maybe that's why he's never made a move on me."
I interjected, "Or, he's trying to keep it professional. He might not accept you as a cop until you've proven yourself, so a sexual advance would have to end up, to him, with a weak partner, or a strong partner but who rejected or rebuffed him!"
She continued, "We've been partners now for two years. That's plenty of time for him to see me as the capable officer that I know I've proven to be."
"Then, make it easier for him!" I suggested. "He already knows that you don't just screw anyone, so if you make the first move, he'll respond like any normal guy. He'll get an erection!"
We both giggled, then I got bolder, "Do you have any idea how to break the ice? Do you have any moves?"
She suddenly looked hopeless, admitting to me that she had only had sex a couple of times, and had never achieved an orgasm!
"Oh, you poor dear," I said as I hugged her to me.
She was trembling! She was starved for affection!
It was the most natural thing in the world for me to do as I kissed her on the lips, hard, our breasts crushing against one another, her hands cradling my head.
Like two college girls, experimenting for the first time, we stripped eachother naked and crawled into bed. I could already hear her breathing heavily.
I wanted to prepare her for Carl, so I rolled her to the bottom and kissed her nipples while placing a hand at her moistening crotch!
She responded perfectly, so I kissed my way down her belly, pausing to lick her navel, as her pelvis had already begun grinding back up to me.
By the time my tongue parted her inner folds and tasted her rather pronounced clit, she was already on fire!
I latched onto her clit and tasted her grinding womanhood until she exploded in the throes of her first real orgasm, but I was relentless, keeping at her until she could fire off, again! (Every woman deserves at least two straight orgasms!)
She wanted to respond to me, in kind, but I found another position for us - we sat face to face, our legs widely parted. Then, we aligned our legs, cross scissored, and pressed our vulvas together, our clits rubbing hard against eachother's, our grinding motions building us up toward another release.
This time, we both got off!
As we basked in the afterglow, I suggested that she take a shower, and then when the men returned, if there were no complications, she should answer the door, only half dressed, but dressed enough for action, if need be.
She did it. When the boys returned after an easy pick-up, Carl was dumbfounded, the way he found his partner, but the bulge in his pants was obvious!
We thanked them for their assistance and dismissed them to their own room, knowing that Carl was gonna finally 'bond' with his partner!
We slept like babies, before heading home, the next morning.
The next morning, when the police officer invited us to breakfast (at the diner where we were arrested), I was so starved I readily agreed, so Virgil nodded.
I mentioned the irony of being arrested illegally, but the police officer told me that it was even more ironic because the arrest WAS legal. (Because they had received a call about a robbery in progress.) He was quite convincing, and affable, as well, so I believed him.
He said that he'd report our status to Kurosato, the agent from Sunnyvale, and we all wished eachother a fond farewell. I secretly hoped that my playing 'Cupid' worked out for him and Helen, in the future.
Our trip back seemed to fly by, even though we had no idea about our parents' safety.
When we got near the Arkansas border, at the river, there appeared to be some kind of accident, so they were shunting vehicles into only the right lane. It caused a minor bottleneck delay, but when we got to the police vehicles, a 'suit' came up to Virgil, flashing his FBI credentials.
Virgil got nervous, but he stayed his hand when the agent mentioned that Kurosato had contacted him.
We slowly drove back home, preceded by the agents so they could get into position.
They had already been instructed as to where the surveillance man was located. It was agreed that since it was near dark from the thick cloud cover, we should (quite normally) turn on a light, the moment we knew it was a ransom contact, and they would make their move, simultaneously.
It worked to perfection with no shots fired and more importantly, with the phone lines still open, which would become incontrovertible evidence. It also meant that he wouldn't be able to contact his partner, but just in case they HAD a timetable, the other agents moved quickly, at the other end.
I heard from the agent in charge that they had to kill the other guy, but mom & dad were just fine.
This running and hiding all the time was getting to all of us! I just hoped & prayed that somehow, this would all go away.
My prayers were answered in the form of a unique offer. We were told that the National Security Agency had assured the FBI that the entire cell that was involved with dad's old company, had been wiped out, so there was really no more need of remaining in the witness program. We could turn over our house in Mississippi back to the government and take back our wonderful Sunnyvale address! I got wet, just thinking about it!
On the phone, Emily sounded really bad, like she'd fought with Billy Ray, and she wanted someone to come and get her. Virgil was ready to go, in a heartbeat, but the FBI said they would personally escort her to meet us, in California!
Virgil wrote a nice letter to Southern Mississippi and even offered to go there in person, but they were quite understanding, and promised to transfer his credits to any school he named.
True to their word, the FBI had Emily waiting for us in California and we couldn't wait to get back to our 'home'.
We reminded ourselves that we weren't supposed to talk about our case, regardless, and our cover story was that we were overseas.
We also had to DROP the Virgil/Tara marriage sham since we were already known to be brother & sister!
Dad also reminded us about how most of our friends from school would already be gone, but I corrected him about my friends. We had been accelerated. They would only be seniors, come September!
We all agreed that, more than ever now, we needed eachother, for stability's sake (talk about irony!).
When the doorbell rang, after the agents had left, we figured they had forgotten something, but when Emily opened the front door, there was just silence, as she and whoever it was just stared at eachother.
When mom glanced at who it was, it became like a three piece wax museum.
I walked over, muttering, "So, who the hell is it?"
I also froze, but only momentarily, as I announced, "Claude! What on Earth are YOU doing here?"
He mentioned that he saw a bunch of vehicles and assumed the house had been sold. He was looking to add a client. (Claude had cleaned more than our pool when we were last here!)
Mom expected dad to get pissed off, but dad was only too happy with Claude's pool work before, and he asked him to get started (on the pool), as soon as possible.
This summer was shaping up to be the best one in years.
With dad's and Virgil's combined incomes, we were doing better than before, so they agreed to have the house redecorated.
Mom & dad got loaner cars, while they waited for an agency to have their cars driven to Sunnyvale. It was expected to take three or four weeks.
Within hours, word had spread that we were back in town, and dad suggested a re-acquaintance party!
This time, though, we children were no longer slaves for hire. We would have it catered and enjoy it as much as the neighbors!
The grounds area was cleaned up in less than a week and the pool was already 'swimable'.
With dad working from the den, Claude would not be able to survice mom like he had done before, but he and Emily seemed to hit it off, again!
I came in unexpectedly early, after going to the mall, and found Claude in my room with Emily across the bed, which suggested he had been drilling her up the butt, like he used to do. Since she was smiling coyly, I figured she wasn't forced, so I let it go.
Later that night, I asked her about it.
She told me that when she lays across the bed, as Claude places her, her clit is driven repeatedly against the side of the mattress, causing a lovely stimulation, and since she doesn't want to get pregnant, this is a mutually satisfying alternative. Also, because he's standing, he keeps his weight off of her, a nice position he discovered!
Then, Emily gave me a 'gift' unlike anything I ever expected. She told me why I hadn't been impregnated by Virgil, and what I could do to improve my chances!
From that revelation alone, I got all dewy, both in my eyes, and between my thighs!
My sister told me that young, athletically active men, like Virgil, often continue to wear jockey shorts, which overheat their testicles, killing off a great number of sperms.
Claude has a brother who is a gynecologist, and who tells the women who complain about not getting pregnant, to have their men switch immediately to boxer shorts. They say it works in one case in four!
I reminded her about my having only one fallopian tube remaining and she placed her hands to my cheeks while saying, "I know, sis, and I know how much you want Virgil's baby. Don't worry. I'm not jealous any longer, and who know's whether you'll have to lose that other tube, someday."
She continued, "Screw what society says! If you want that baby, and you know Virgil is willing, I say go for it! But don't try it after a swim! Maybe that would freeze the sperm to death! That's why sacs all shrivel up inside the body, to regulate heat."
I looked into her eyes, wet with emotion also, and told her, "You turned out to be a great sister, after all. I'm just sorry you didn't connect with, you know who."
She told me something I had never known, "Don't worry about it. I was in it for the sex, as much as anything. I don't want to get pregnant, but I have to get my 'nut' regularly, or I'll go crazy. That's why I'm doing Claude, again. He's really good. Pretty soon, I'd say, him & I & mom & dad will be a foursome... again!"
We both froze for a moment, staring into eachother's eyes, Emily pressing my cheeks, drawing me toward her.
We kissed like two long time lovers, tongues probing and fingers roaming, until we took our clothes off.
She was the oldest, so I let her on top of me. I pulled up my knees and spread wide as my sister placed her herself, bush to bush, to begin grinding.
Our nipples crushed into eachother's as my sister 'fucked' me, our kisses on open mouths, our tongues continuing their probing.
We both convulsed in an intense orgasm. As it began to subside, we scrambled into our previous favorite position, cross scissoring our legs, making our pussys rub eachother's violently, as we rocked ourselves into another oblivion!
I now loved my sister dearly, but I couldn't wait to get started on my brother, first by changing him over to boxer shorts.
Emily asked me for one favor before we turned in, "Tara, if I decided to have a baby, and I can't find the right guy, would it be alright if I let Virgil make me pregnant, too?"
Oh, my! She just finished saying she didn't want to get pregnant, but the idea of Virgil's baby appealed to her! At least she was kind enough to ask me for permission.
I couldn't say no, but I also couldn't help the hurt that had me crying, thinking about Virgil's baby inside Emily while I was barren!
She sensed my discomfort and corrected herself quite quickly, "Er... I meant AFTER you were already pregnant. I'm sorry."
That eased the hurt. After all, if I were pregnant already, I'd be out of circulation, sort of.
The silence was getting tense, as I rolled over. I cut the tension, saying, "Ofcourse, sis; goodnight!"
It must've been ten weeks later, as I walked in the door, seeing a noticeably pregnant Emily (by Claude no less), and an equally pregnant mom (by Virgil)!
Dad tried to comfort me (in his own way) by offering to fuck my brains out until I got pregnant also, but I had just come home from my OB/GYN and found out that my other tube had to come out (tumors)!
I broke into a cold sweat and began crying my eyes out, but dad wouldn't take "no" for an answer, pulling at my clothes, then picking me up and throwing me onto his bed.
When I screamed for him to stop, he just smiled sardonically, and continued to rape his youngest daughter. He even put a pillow over my face to muffle my screams, but he got carried away, and he was choking me to death!
I struggled as much as my draining strength would allow, felling his ramrod unload jet after jet of daddy sperm into my womb, as I lost consciousness.
I suddenly felt no pressure, no pain, just the pillow over my face! Was I dead?
I grabbed again at the pillow, but this time it came away easily! I was breathing, again!
Then, as I scanned dad's room, it dawned on me that it was MY room! There was only silence. Through the moonlight, I could make out Emily's form, sleeping peacefully. It was a nightmare! We had only just gone to sleep, a few hours ago!
I was soaking wet, from perspiration. I had forgotten how hot it can get, here in California.
My bed was a mess, so I got up, took a shower, and headed downstairs for some milk & cookies, while I let my hair dry.
When I heard footsteps, I thought that maybe I had awakened my sister, but it was Virgil. He had heard me, in my sleep, crying... that's all he said about it, but I sensed there was something more. Maybe it was this house, or maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me, but Virgil looked at me, sort of, clinically.
When we headed for bed, he came into my room, as if to tuck me in, but we felt how cold and wet the sheets still were.
Not wanting to be bothered, Virgil whispered into my ear, "C'mon, sis, sleep inside with me. We'll deal with this, tomorrow."
My brother knows how badly I want him, so this could only be an open invite to fuck, then snooze, but when we got into bed, he did so, facing away from me!
I was shivering, anyway, so I spooned myself around Virgil, stealing as much bodily warmth as I could.
Moments later, sensing our need, we switched positions, Virgil's soft penis laying along my butt crack.
Since we were laying on our right sides, only my brother's left hand draped over a breast, gently kneading its soft tissue.
I thought it was accidental, so I remained still, but when my brother's penis started coming to life, I renewed my hope that we would manufacture our own heat, before we went to sleep!
Virgil quickly threw off the covers, got up, and reversed himself, allowing me to roll on top of him so that we could '69'.
Virgil had me in such a lather quickly that I hardly noticed his tongue delve down to my puckered anal ring, his penis now knocking at my throat hollow!
I had learned to deep throat my brother while in Mississippi, and his tongue against my 'ring' brought me to another orgasm, but Virgil had another plan!
He quickly withdrew from my mouth and scrambled into position, missionary style, sliding his appendage all the way inside my vagina in four strokes.
He was near orgasm, and he whispered into my ear, "Baby, it's been awhile. Be right. Just, be right!"
He was talking about my cycle, which was past three weeks and not likely to be 'prime', but that wasn't gonna stop us from trying. My brother was game and I was game, exploding together in sperm-filled orgasm.
As he got up, Virgil told me to remain still, while he left the room.
He came back with a towel and a pillow, lifting me onto them. I was gonna sleep with his puddle of babies, inside me!
I simply said to my brother, "Goodnight, I love you, so much."
At our pool party, so many of mom & dad's friends turned out (We always threw a good party!), and even of few of ours turned up, like Melissa and her brother Marc.
I asked Melissa how things were going for her, now that she turned into such a lovely flower. She confided in me that she missed Virgil, dearly.
She didn't know that I also carried a torch for my brother, but she DID know that we've been intimate. (She had lost her cherry in a foursome with us.)
Now, I had to worry about her pursuing Virgil again, and her new looks made her a formidable challenge. It wouldn't be fair to simply declare him, 'off limits'. With teenagers, the moment you tell them who they CAN'T see, you can pretty much guarantee that's EXACTLY who they'll see!
Maybe this move back home had some down side, after all, unless...
I asked Melissa if she ever thought about, y'know, her father?
She made a face as she told me 'geezer' sex never entered her mind - which told me that trying to foist her off on dad wasn't going to work.
There was Claude, but then I would be messing with Emily's turf. This wasn't going well!
Why can't fate stop fucking me?... Wait! All those younger kids, who've enjoyed the pool so much, some of them ought to be old enough for initiation into what they've already been masturbating about!
Ofcourse! They'd probably be in the pool! Duh!
I steered Marc & Melissa over toward Emily & Claude and the pool kids. There must've been some new kids here, because they all looked as young as before.
We all pulled up chaise lounges and grabbed a few brews, while Marc went for a dip in the pool.
Melissa was still looking around for Virgil, who had taken his new car to get more ice.
When Virgil returned, he had a half dozen friends with him! Thank you, fate! It was four guys and two girls.
I was mildly pissed off when Melissa didn't stay by me, but jumped up and ran to the car to see Virgil. That was playing dirty, but it left no doubt what her intentions were.
Virgil, to his credit and discretion, didn't even put down the ice, using it as an excuse to keep moving toward the house as Melissa hung from him like a monkey.
The other guys, if I remember, all played baseball with Virgil, but that asshole, Mitch, wasn't with them. Good!
Virgil told Melissa that he was, sort of, the host and that he couldn't spare her much time until later on, so she made one those 'faces' and rejoined me.
Virgil's friends re-introduced themselves, three of the boys which were teammates, the other a younger (and the most handsome) brother of one of them.
I remembered him vaguely from a few years back, but I was confused. He popped open a beer like it was 'old hat', but he shouldn't be more than sixteen!
I asked Virgil, discreetly, if California had passed any new laws (like New Jersey's) about suing hosts for damages done by drunks leaving their parties.
He reminded me that they all bummed rides, so we'd let them drink! Moot point!
Letting them all drink was fate's second gift to me, this day, because they'd all heard about the rumors of our old parties from the past.
The younger kids left, having had their fill of eats & swimming, and as evening fell, so too did a lot of the clothing, with skinny dipping becoming the norm, rather than the exception.
It looked like 'Babylon: The Next Generation'.
When Marc dropped his trunks and dove into the pool, I was taken aback, remembering his lack of size just a few years ago, but he was a late bloomer because his 'sausage' dangled on the long side!
I watched unobtrusively as the two girls that Virgil brought, along with Melissa, were strutting their stuff, but Melissa kept stealing glances toward my brother.
I noticed two of the boys actually begin sex acts with the other two girls while still in the pool while Melissa climbed out of the pool, naked, and slipped into a terry cloth robe.
When Virgil checked up on us, Melissa got up from her reclining position, faced Virgil, and opened her robe, inviting him to do with her as he pleased!
Virgil looked toward me with pleading eyes, but I just turned my face away. I couldn't bear to watch.
When Melissa and Virgil went into the house, hand in hand, I was devastated. (I didn't know Virgil was getting more beer for the guests.)
When Emily & Claude joined the pool group, splitting off for variety, I couldn't stand any more.
I huffed right into the house and right to my bed.
I didn't have the further pain of running into my brother or Melissa, and I didn't hear a sound from them.
Where were they? Oh, fuck it! I put my face down and started crying into my pillow.
From behind my door stepped Melissa, alone. (Virgil had rejoined the party.)
She called to me gently as she approached my bed.
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea, Tara. Virgil told me how much I was hurting you and how you'd react. I only wish I had a brother that thoughtful," she said. "Once Marc's penis grew, he became a whore master, no longer interested in me" (or so she thought).
I rolled over just as Melissa pressed forward, capturing my lips with her own, hugging me tightly as our nipples crushed one another's.
In that split second, I responded, offering my tongue between her willing lips, her pussy exposed as the robe fell open, allowing her to take the aggressor position.
Almost like I was stung with curare, I laid there frozen as Melissa slid my panties away, completing my nakedness. I couldn't believe she was... we were... and then she swooped down, her thumbs opening me up to let her tongue invade my unattended vulva. I couldn't help it as my hips bounced upward, seating her tongue even more so! My sexual center of being was shorting out from the overload, but Melissa kept up the pace, even lapping up my honey secretions, until I grabbed her head, gently pulling her to me.
Again, we fused tongues, me getting a taste of my own juices, while Melissa pressed her pubis down against mine, trying to fuck me without a penis - but WAIT! I told Melissa, "STOP, for a second," scrambling to get her off me.
Dumbfounded, she got up as I ran to Emily's dresser and found the prize - her two-headed twelve incher!
I laid back down, instructing Melissa to work to first few inches inside me, but to contra pose so I may get her ready while she worked.
She was already pretty lathered up. I didn't have to work her clit nearly as much as I initially thought.
When she had enough inside me, she switched back to facing me and I took over, holding the remaining end like it was MY penis, allowing her to sink down onto it!
Mouth to mouth, breasts to breasts, impaled pussy to impaled pussy, we ground ourselves furiously through multiple orgasms until Melissa rose from my face.
Even that small change in angle had a noticeable effect on the dildo, pressing in deeper inside me. I wonder if Melissa had the same sensation?
I looked down between us and saw that there was still two, maybe three inches of plastic penis not inside either of us.
Then Melissa rocked back, some more, and I saw a danger! Unlike a real penis, this toy would not retract! Would our combined vaginas be able to accommodate that whole thing?
I began to warn her, "Melissa, wait! There's a danger here!" But she didn't understand! She liked the fuller feeling that rocking back afforded her!
Before I could say another word, she leaned back too far, losing her balance, instinct moving her hands behind her as they landed on the bed, causing the last inches of the penis to penetrate us as her pussy came right up against mine!
Had there been no room, and I had no way to know there WAS, this could've caused serious internal damage to either or both of us, but what happened was two girls impaled to the max, cumming together, almost literally clit to clit!
We must have sounded like two cats in heat with our mewings, and the next thing you know, in walks my brother Virgil!
His first comment was, "Nice! Glad to see you two don't hate eachother, anymore!"
His second comment was much more soothing, "Melissa, I brought over four guys from which you could've had your pick, and two girls for the other guys, but you didn't catch on! Then, there's your brother, Marc! I know you've told me, in the past, that he doesn't know how to fuck, but from what I saw downstairs, he's learned quite a bit - and grown, too - since that evaluation. Why not join the party?"
Melissa countered smoothly, asking, "Why don't YOU join THIS one?" and she tugged at Virgil's trunks, getting them halfway down!
While Virgil struggled to get control of his trunks, Melissa engulfed his tool, which awakened to the familiar wet heat of a human body. She held his hips in place, trying to impress him with her oral play, but when his penis grew fully erect, she couldn't deep throat him, pulling back a bit!
Virgil finally withdrew his penis, slick from her ministrations, and said to her, "Listen, can you do this?" And he turned to me, making eye contact, and fed me his slickened penis. In two or three strokes, I was deep throating my brother, but the point having been made, he withdrew from me, too.
He turned back toward Melissa, saying, "And part of or ritual involves the back door, too! I'll bet you NEVER had one up there, yet! Are you STILL willing to party?" (Marc had told Virgil that when he tried suggesting it to Melissa, even when he was barely hung, she cringed and said NEVER!)
Resigned, Melissa reached out a hand, allowing my brother to disimpale us from the two-headed snake that we still shared.
She had lost and she knew it, but Virgil had one last card to play, lest she learn these other treats just to compete with me, again.
He bluffed, "We just took a three year trip, with dozens of stopovers, and to save lots of money, my two sisters and I stayed in one room, so we have been married, essentially, for three years! I love them and they love me! It's not just a sexual thing, you see."
He continued, "I like you, Melissa, but I don't love you. Like a good host, I've tried to see to your needs, but you must really turn the page, here. I know Marc is still interested, and he's definitely improved. If you're not careful, he'll be out of circulation before long, from what I saw near the pool." And with that he kissed her on the lips, one of those no-hard-feelings kisses, spun her around, and gave her a playful whack in the ass, as she gathered her things and left.
Then he turned his attention back to me!
He said, "You know, clinically speaking, all penises retract when they reach enough resistance. That's why taking a maidenhead needs to be done, somewhat harshly, but with this fuck-toy hanging out of you, I'll bet I can replace it with me and steal all the way home, in one stroke."
Smiling, I couldn't get that thing out of me, fast enough, as Virgil knelt between my legs, his penis already hard from the verbal foreplay!
He slid inside, just as he predicted, all the way in one glorious transfixing penetration!
He held himself inside me, fully impaled, and pressed his pubic mound against mine tightly, his hands on my butt cheeks.
He said, "You know, I think I'm going to cum, without having to fuck it back and forth!" As he continued to rock us in that fused position. I did not want to spoil the position (he was perpenDICular to me) so I simply ground up in timing with him until I almost passed out from my spendings, Virgil almost there, his breathing signaling his release.
And then it was a deluge of sperm, Virgil keeping us fused until I begged him to stop!
When he withdrew, I told him I needed to rest before coming back downstairs.
He kissed me and left.
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, expecting to shower in a few minutes.
When I opened my eyes, it was morning! Was this another dream? It felt so real!
As I got up, I got my answer. My pussy was sore, inside and out!
It was better than a dream!
As we began to settle down to regular living after the party, Virgil threw himself into his computer businesses, leaving the three of us girls, well actually, the two of us (mom & me) to do normal things like shopping while Emily & Claude played host to the neighborhood youths, at the pool.
It dawned on me that I was a housewife, but without the title, and I lamented my lack of status to mom.
She told me to be patient. She said after all that has happened, I needed to take a step back and just smell the proverbial roses for awhile.
She reminded me, "Hey, I lost Claude's ministrations although your father has attended to me with a vigor I haven't seen in years. You know, he still would like it to go back to the family play, as it was before we had to move. The only reason I've stopped him is your fixation on Virgil."
I told her, "I'm convinced I will lose my other fallopian tube quite soon. It is my destiny to be childless, and I'm so sure I would make a wonderful mother."
Without hesitation, my mother let me have it, point blank, "Why, you selfish little bitch! The only thing you do like a grownup is fuck! At the slightest turn of events, you piss & moan, crying about how fate has fucked you - those are YOUR OWN WORDS!"
"Your brother likes sex, too, but he sees the need for normality, trying to get you to experience life in the real world. He's convinced that someday you will come to hate him for overwhelming you when you should show him that you love him by releasing him!"
She was right! Even before she finished, my eyes were welling up with tears of self pity.
Then she hugged me to her, reminding me that part of love is truth. They all still loved me, but she thought Virgil was tying himself up just for me.
All while grocery shopping, I thought about her words and what I might do about it.
When we got home, I waited until evening before I spoke to my brother, "Virgil, I would like you to go out with Melissa. I think it's best for both of you and I'll try to find someone with a different last name, for myself."
Virgil asked me what brought this sudden change of emotion and I told him it was choking him, the way I continually hung onto him, smothering him with my version of love.
He said, "I don't know what to say," and then retreated to his room.
His silence was enough confirmation for me. He would do just as I suggested, and soon!
How about the next afternoon?!?
He jumped into his car - fuck the computer - and raced right over to Melissa's house while her parents were out at work.
I can only imagine what they'd spend the afternoon doing while I put on a two piece and went for a dip with the neighborhood party.
Perhaps it was my catty nature takng over, but as I passed Claude pawing Emily, I remined him to stay alert as lifeguard, if only just a little bit.
As I tured away, I detected him shooting me the middle finger, confirmed by giggles, all around me.
I plopped onto my favorite chaise and worked on my color, but not a minute later, I felt the presence of one of the boys, his dripping body causing little telltale patters right next to me.
I lifted the beach hat off my face and beheld this handsome young boy, about sixteen, staring longingly at me, saying, "You probably don't remember me, but I was at your party, the other day."
Actually, I did remember him! He was that younger brother of one of Virgil's ballplaying buddies, but I just don't remember his... wait! Virgil taught me mnemonics as a memory tool. I remember associating him with the game show host of... jeopardy!
"Ofcourse I do, Alex." I shocked him and his face lit up. "I just was a little tired that evening and well, you know."
He said, "Yeah, well, Virgil wanted one of us to take a shot at Melissa, the queen bitch, but Marc had warned us all to watch our step. I thanked your sister for inviting me over today, but she seems pre-occupied, so I thought I'd talk with you. I hope you don't mind."
"You'll notice that we are a close-knit family," I pressed on, "But, tell me Alex, what class are you attending, this fall?"
He felt trapped! Downcast, he confessed, "Junior, but..."
I cut him off! "NO BUTS!" I said. I only meant to mention how easily you popped open a beer, being what, sixteen?"
"I can explain that," he countered, "Your brother wanted to get us all high, to facilitate the deal with, you know... but when I saw all the girls were occupied, I never bothered with a second one."
I decided to get bold, saying, "Why don't you go in the house and get us something to drink?"
He asked, "Sure, what'll you have?"
I told him, "YOU choose. Bring me something you think I'll like!"
He came out about five minutes later with a half gallon jug of gatorade (original, green), but it was not just the gatorade. He had mixed something into it, so now it looked like, well, seawater! It had this blue/green color and tinged at the top with foam, just like freshly bottled seawater.
I tilted my head and pointed to the mixture, my eyes accusing him.
He said, "I saw the Blue Curacao on the liquor tray, back at the party, so I mixed it into the gatorade, about 1 to 5, making this tasty little treat, and in its diluted state, it's only about 6% alcohol, making it very suitable for ladies, as well as sweet toothers, like myself."
"What do you call it?" I asked, "Since you invented it, you get to name it!"
"I have no idea," he said, so I suggested he name it after what it looks like, and I told him what I thought it looked like.
"Agreed," he said, "Would you care to join me in a Seawater Cocktail?" (giggle)
It was AWESOME! Curacao removed the bitter flavor from the gatorade, which removed the strong alcohol flavor from the Curacao, leaving a sweet tasting, mildly alcoholic mixture, a true symbiotic combo!
Ofcourse, we finished the entire bottle, without a second thought, and half of the next one.
When I told Alex I had to go pee, he came inside with me, claiming he was next, in line.
When I finished, I went to my room to brush my hair while I waited for Alex, but I got suddenly light headed. I was lucky he stepped behind me as I reeled and he caught me.
As he did, my arms went around him while he asked me what I'd had to eat, all day. When I told him that I hadn't eaten, he half dragged me to the kitchen and ordered me to eat some bread, or toast, to absorb some alcohol, but it was too late. I was tipsy.
He had no such problem, having had a normal lunch, but he warned me that unless I drink plenty of water to rehydrate myself, I was gonna get a nasty headache (hangover).
I pressed his guilt about getting me high and asked him to put me in my bed!
He smiled, sweetly, but I sensed his apprehension about taking advantage, so I got bolder! I told him that I'd have to tell my father that he got me drunk and for what, who knows?
Panic set in, as he escorted me to my room. When he tried to leave, I scolded him, "You can't leave me here like this. A bikini will cut off my circulation if not removed. Here, help me!"
With that, I let him fumble with the bra piece as I slid my panty off.
I almost laughed as he became 'all thumbs', but the telltale bulge in his trunks payed homage to my feminine charms.
I collapsed into his arms, forcing him to lay me down on the bed, which he did ever so gently, but when he tried to bolt again, I grabbed his hand with a sudden strength, determined to have my way with him!
"Please, Tara, I don't want to get in trouble. I've never even..."
He didn't finish THAT sentence as I yanked him to me and we kissed, and kissed, and kissed.
His erection was bursting through his trunks so I tugged at them, demanding to see what I'd caused.
Oh, my word! He was bigger than Virgil, sporting a thick eight or so inches of virgin man muscle!
His tip gleamed in precum and his breathing became labored as I forced him astride me. I pulled at his hips until he fed me the purple helmet. I had to stretch my mouth wider to accomodate him, but being a virgin, he had way too much of a 'hair trigger' and splattered my tonsils, in only a few strokes!
I know how disappointed he was in shooting off so fast, and I wasn't going to let him go now that he would acquire staying power!
I dared him to be a man, and see that he got me off, as well. He didn't disappoint me, any more, deftly using his tongue where I guided him, over and under, around and inside me.
After my second release, I offered my nipples to him and he partook, his member re-awakening to the heat of my loins, begging for invitation.
Finally, I dragged his face away from my nipple and took hold of his 'Sir John Thomas'.
There was some difficulty about entrance, until I took the two main fingers of his right hand into my mouth, depositing a copious spittle on them, then told him to rub it on his penis tip.
Had I been a virgin, I think I would've screamed like a banshee, and even my well traveled vagina was stretched to the limit by his insertion!
Nature took over, as Alex fucked it into me, retreating and recharging until he was well seated.
But I wanted it all! I had him lift my hips so that his penis could penetrate me deeper. My cakes were in his powerful hands as his penis plodded forward, finally seating itself against my cervix, his wiry pubes tangling with mine.
It was all I could do to beg him, "Now, fuck me, honey; feel that pussy as it sucks the cum from your balls! Do it!"
And he did! We were so animated I swear the bed was gonna collapse, and then I was transported. My nut had driven me to near unconsciousness when Alex's penis bellowed out another explosion! He thrust once more, and another jet blasted forth inside me, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth!
When Alex withdrew, I leaked something fierce, and I told him that was the greatest orgasm that I ever had.
He smiled, puppy dog style, and said those were his first two, EVER, with a girl!
Suddenly, life was worth living again, and I went downstairs with Alex so that I might go for a dip, just to get some feeling back.
For the rest of the afternoon, he tended to me like a new lover should, instead of just getting his and saying, "bye bye."
When Virgil came home, looking like the tomcat, he was bemused to find me ignoring him, for Alex.
They exchanged pleasantries with Virgil going inside to tend to his computer.
I asked Alex to stay for dinner, but he begged off, saying he left no word with his parents.
I accepted his lame excuse because I knew how guilty he felt, so I reminded him that he had an open invitation to come anytime, adding, "And you might even get in some swimming, too!"
What a new outlook I had the day after young Alex showed me his Seawater Cocktail (pun intended)!
So what if he was over a year younger than me? My only problem is keeping him interested, and since I took his cherry, I figured to have the inside track on that!
Now, I needed to see how fast he blurted it out to his brother, who would tell Virgil, who would tell me.
I didn't know much about Alex, having only met him at the party. I probably ran into him at school, a few years ago, but I wouldn't remember. Did he have any other brothers, or sisters? Did I care?
The next day, Alex was over by 11 AM, just as I was rolling out of bed. He caught some rays for about a half hour. Then, I invited him into the kitchen for toast & juice, which he accepted.
Virgil had been working on his computer all morning and joined us for toast & juice, then spoke up, "Listen, I'm heading over to Milpitas to the Mall (a huge, famous mall). Wanna come - er, both of you?"
I asked who else was going.
"Melissa, ofcourse," was his response, "just the four of us, so far."
It was agreed. We headed to the mall and agreed to meet at a specified time for the trip home.
As happens when shopping, Melissa & I paired up, while the boys headed off in another direction.
I figured Alex was gonna tell Virgil about us, then and there, but I was more interested in what Virgil and Melissa had been doing, and I pressed her.
She gave me all the gooey details: She was so hard up to have Virgil that she demanded he teach her to deep throat him. (What would any red blooded guy do, say no?)
Aha! But then Virgil reminded her about her culie (pronounced koolie, from Italian & Spanish 'culo' or ass).
She told me she'd never get used to that, but she made it sound like she was gonna try to, just to keep Virgil.
I guess she didn't even realize how insulting she was being, and she asked me about my 'robbing the cradle' with Alex!
I said her, "You mean, like what Virgil is doing with YOU?"
She said, matter of factly, "It's normal for guys to look for younger girls."
I agreed with her, but did she have any dirt on Alex or was she just looking to belittle him?"
"Touche'," she agreed, but added, "Be careful with young guys. They'll shoot their mouths off!"
I reminded her, "I'm beyond that, remember? I'm OUT of school... and if he brags, it can only place my star higher!"
Inadvertently, by saying it this way, I suggested that we HAD already done things together, but Melissa didn't press me on it, so I let it pass.
We realized that Virgil would be an invisible wedge if we kept talking about him, so we concentrated on the normal girl chat... oh, those jeans look great... here's a perfect matching blouse... oh, I just HAVE to have those shoes... shit like that!
We stopped at a food court for some yogurt for me and curly fries for Melissa, then back to the racks!
We went by a huge entertainment store (CDs tapes videos) where I spotted the video version of "Les Miserables", the tenth anniversary edition with an all-star cast, and only 17.99!
My first instinct was to tell Melissa how much Virgil would like that, but I bought it both for myself, AND for him! It's not my job to make this easy for her!
When we got to our agreed meeting place, we were late by twenty minutes (what girls aren't?), and we were greeted by a sight that shocked the both of us!
Virgil and Alex were holding court to a huge group of guys and girls, oblivious to our attendance!
"Ahem," bellowed Melissa, gaining annoying frowns from everyone, Alex and Virgil included!
Alex introduced two sisters, his brother who played ball with Virgil we knew, and the guys who were accompanying the sisters.
One sister was fifteen and the other almost eighteen while his older brother Bill was nineteen. The dates of the sisters, I ignored. I had a more rounded picture of Alex's family, but I just had to ask, "Are there any more at home?"
"Nope. You see us all." came a reply from the older sister.
Virgil eyed us all up and down for a moment, and in that moment, I'm probably the only one who knew what he was thinking. He proved me right, when he made this suggestion, "Why don't we all get together for a little party at our (nodding to me) pool, say, Saturday night?"
"Bring anything you want," Virgil smiled, "Clothing is optional (giggle)!"
Since nobody showed any trepidation over that last comment, I got wet, thinking of the possibilities.
Saturday night couldn't arrive, fast enough!
Alex's older brother (Bill) brought Peggy, a girl Melissa & I knew from school. Alex came with Melissa for convenience sake. The sisters, Angela & Eve, brought guys named Carl & Morgan, respectively, Eve being the eldest.
Melissa wasn't sure the invitation extended to her brother, Marc, but Virgil said, "Ofcourse it does," only Marc couldn't grab a date on such short notice. He came alone, which upset the boy/girl balance, but that didn't prove to be any trouble.
Everyone started arriving around 8 PM, by which time Claude had gone home, leaving Emily to round out the dozen.
By 9 PM, as the sunlight was consumed, we were all splashing about in the pool, playing ragtag. (The rules were simple, you had to hit someone above the water line with the 'rag'. Once you were 'it', you could not hit - on the first try - the person who got you. Also, once you had the rag and were it, you had to fire it from where you were. If you missed, you retrieved it and tried again. That's it!)
Guys were laughable as they tried to blast eachother yet when it came to hitting the girls, they became genteel, which gave us girls precious seconds to elude many of their throws.
In quick time, perhaps by design, the game turned into a groping free-for-all.
Soon, one of the boys grabbed a bra piece right from the girl next to him and tossed it like it was another 'rag'! That's when the groping/stripping really got under way.
I had prepared two gallons of Alex's wonderful Seawater Cocktails and they were so popular that by the time we concluded the ragtag, everyone had a buzz going.
Eve's date, Morgan, could hold his breath for a long time under water and was showing off, when Emily decided to press a breast against his lips, causing him to laugh - except you CAN'T laugh under water without choking! That got a laugh.
Then everyone's suits came off and the 'love in' started!
Nobody seemed to worry about who came with who as we paired off indiscriminately, switching constantly!
Melissa kept trying to corner Virgil, but he latched onto both of Alex's sisters, in turn, first Eve, then Angela.
In the next hour, the two gallons of grog were gone, Melissa wound up with Carl, Peggy with Morgan, Emily with Mark, Eve with Virgil, me with Bill, and that left poor Angela with her brother Alex!
It would be a simple matter to unravel all these pairings except the oral sex had started already.
I noted carefully as Alex whispered into Angela's ear and then she immediately got up, put on her suit and headed into the house, ostensibly to pee.
When Alex tried the same thing, he had to get by me, and I asked him what was up? Did he need a switch?
He told me she was embarrassed! I told him she was - no, we were ALL naked and groping! What's to be worried about?
He whispered gently, "I'm her brother."
I said, "Duh! What's your point?"
He expulsed a half laugh (heh) and shook his head from side to side as he went into the house.
When they didn't come out for thirty minutes, I began to worry, and just as I was about to go looking for them, they emerged, with Angela making eye contact with her older sister, Eve.
During that thirty minutes, everyone engaged in some form of sexual stimulus, mostly oral, but Marc and Emily screwed, as did Eve & Virgil.
Bill had showed some staying power as I fellated him mostly under water before letting him hold HIS breath while he tongued my pussy to life, also under water.
When I asked Alex what had happened, he told me, "She was a virgin!"
(She WAS a virgin?!?... but not now?!?)
I was thinking of telling them that it's no big deal, but to them perhaps, it was, so I shut my mouth.
Shortly afterward, Alex apologized but was taking Angela home, and offered no other explanation.
Angela's date, Carl, was oblivious to that turn of events, and kept switching off, like everyone else.
I wound up being fucked by Marc and Morgan before the night was over. Just about EVERY guy had two or more 'notches in their dicks' by midnight, when we broke up the festivities.
I was happy to get to sleep, but I couldn't wait to talk to my Alex, in the morning, to find out what happened with him and Angela.
Next day came and no one was home when I called. Also, Alex never showed up at the pool, either. I began to worry. I hate not knowing.
Virgil came in later that afternoon and told me he had the whole picture about Alex's family.
I asked nervously, "Do I want to hear this?"
Virgil replied, "No, but you NEED to hear this."
I was dry mouthed nervous as Virgil related the events that occurred after the party.
Angela had lied to Eve about being ready to lose her cherry at the party. She was willing to give head, so she figure she could hold her own, but when she was paired off with Alex, she felt funny.
Funny, because she had always dreamed of Alex being her first, but she didn't want an audience.
When he took her inside, he brought her to MY bed, reassured her that he would be as gentle as could be, under the circumstances, then proceeded to use his mouth on her until she was cumming repeatedly.
Then he pushed his penis into her, but being that he was fairly huge, Angela screamed in pain. That is, until her natural lubrication made for a wonderful friction.
Before they knew it, Alex was screwing his sister all the way inside her, bones to bones, until she begged him to blast her full of sperm - and he did!
Then, they did it again! Angela is hung up on Alex and he won't desert her. (Where have I heard that before?)
She wants a baby by him! Shit! It sounds just like... Oh, my! It sounds just like I did when Virgil first took me!
Virgil wasn't done. He told me that Angela related to Eve how dreamy Alex was, and Eve ended the night with her older brother Bill cumming inside her, a vicarious thrill fulfilled!
It looked like they were about to become what OUR family was, just a few years ago, except their parents weren't involved.
Through my tears, I lamented the loss of another boy I was falling in love with.
So, strike me dead with a lightening bolt already, will ya?!? (I was looking skyward.)
For a second, I thought that maybe I had been struck by lightening, my mouth was dry and I had muscle spasms, more like cramps.
When they persisted, I nervously thought that I literally worried myself sick, but there is another possibility that I need to check out, and fast!
My heart was pounding inside my chest as I dipped the stick into the solution (my EPT).
Could I possibly be?
I realize that this is not super conclusive, but it is still a very good indication, so when the test proved positive, I couldn't help breaking down into tears of joy!
I just had to share this with Virgil, and I found him at his computer.
Pulling up a chair, next to him, I pretended to be interested in his work. I was certainly familiar with it, since I had helped out some, when we were back in Mississippi.
He could smell the body talc that I had and it was pleasant to him. He sensed me cuddling up next to him and instinct told him I was about to share a moment. He asked - no, he - well, the way he said it was, "Okay. Tell me what you're thinking."
I put my arms around his neck, stared right into his eyes, and said, "I'm pregnant."
My joy turned to apprehension and then to anger when Virgil first flushed white as a ghost, then, with eyes wide as if truly amazed, asked, "Who is the father?"
My pent up joy of a few moments earlier had mutated into pent up rage at hearing such a thing, and with a suddenness I could not believe, I leaped to my feet and slapped Virgil so hard that my hand hurt!
Running upstairs to my room, tears streaming from my face, I didn't know if I wanted to kill Virgil or kill myself!
I had forgotten how insensitive boys can be when talking about pregnancies. They treat it like it was the fucking flu. All they want to know is who you caught it from, and what you're gonna do to 'cure' yourself!
Why can't the schools show some balls and teach boys about responsibility and what it means to many women to be pregnant? No! They have to concentrate on teaching them contraception. Their version of family planning is abortion!
A guy should relate to pregnancy by pretending he was growing another dick! Maybe then he could share the same fears that we go through.
Imagine growing anther dick, guys! Will it be deformed? (That's a mother's first nightmare!) Will it grow to be bigger than mine? Will it be more successful? What can I do to give it the best chance at growth? And here's a real kicker: After accepting it and receiving joy from it's presence, how about the suggestion that you cut it off?!? After all, under anesthesia, there'll be no pain, you'll still have 'johnson' number one; how could you miss it?
Now I realize that Virgil's insensitive question was simply a thoughtless reaction. Maybe I should've kissed him first, instead of just hugging him, so that he would KNOW that my body language was telling him that he was the father.
When my brother got to the doorway, he meekly asked if he could enter the room. My anger was only a flashpoint and had subsided into simple hurt, but I wasn't about to make myself sicker. My blood chemistry was already out of whack! (see Andromeda Strain by Michael Creighton on respiratory acidosis)
After making him wait for an answer, I finally bid him inside, preparing for his apology.
He began, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't think about things like why it couldn't be anyone from the party; but now I realize that you must be weeks along and that's when we were..."
He didn't have to finish. I was already opening my arms and he swooped down, hugging me the way I was hoping he would when I first told him.
Shit. I KNOW this complicates things, what with Melissa and all, but this was set in motion BEFORE I let him go to her! Now, I needed to see how he was going to deal with this new development.
To his everlasting credit, he NEVER brought up the possibility of stopping my pregnancy. In fact, from his very first words, I could tell he was going to do his damnedest to make sure I had the healthy baby I always wanted. He told me, "First off, let's not celebrate until we find out that this baby is in the uterus and not the tube."
I hadn't thought of that! My last pregnancy was tubal and eventually cost me that fallopian tube! I am convinced that this is my last, best chance and I let Virgil take me to my OBS/GYN.
By some miraculous luck, I had tested myself for pregnancy on the whim of stomach cramps, as it turns out.
But the doctor revealed the good news/bad news fast.
I was tubal again, but this time it was so soon into the pregnancy that they could perform a procedure which is used to harvest unfertilized eggs from the fallopian tube.
They warned me that the procedure was almost certain to terminate the pregnancy but had to be done or both the unborn child and I would die!
Virgil asked them to try depositing the captured fertilized egg onto the uterine wall. They said it was possible, but had never been done before in quite this fashion.
It took almost three hours, but they did it. I went home the next day.
We wouldn't know if it 'took' for about two weeks, so abstaining from athletics was the only thing I had to do.
First my mom came to me, hugging and crying, truly accepting whatever decisions I made. Dad told me he was proud of the bravery I showed.
Virgil did them one better. He told me about this house, on another cul-de-sac, just two streets east of here. He wanted to know if I was ready to move there, with him, and begin our new life!
"What about Melissa?" I just had to ask.
He said, "She's just about ready now, anyway."
I said, "Ready for what?"
His answer was, "Ready for Marc. The first time she tried to go down on him, she almost bit his thing off! That caused him to shy away, fast, so I helped her get over the rough spots and I enticed Marc by talking about her progress with me. He almost punched me in the mouth when I described how she swallowed my load, or took the next one in the poop chute!"
Falteringly, I said, "Then..."
"You were never out of my mind, Tara." He said, "I simply needed some space, and you gave it to me. And now, it's time we settled down.
Then, he reeled off a litany of forbidden sex, "Look at all the shit we caused. We got Marc & Melissa together, and now Bill & Eve & Alex & Angela are about to become another "Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice".
Emily's hitting it off with Claude and soon, dad & mom will be throwing their Saturday night orgies again, like the one WE had last Saturday night. My brother was right! It was time to close the book on our dalliances and get on with our lives as husband and wife, no matter what people think!
The only problem is: Could we even get the loan?
Virgil told me he was offered a job, not twenty minutes away, at the Nasa Ames Research Center, and it pays 75K, once he gets a security clearance. They will even pay for his continued education.
Life is finally looking up!
Two days later, Virgil got the call I should have known he was going to get! His security clearance didn't come through, what with dad's peccadillo!
Life is looking down, again!
Virgil was determined however, and searched for the number of that FBI agent that was so kind to us. What was his name? Kurosato, that's it!
Virgil punched up the number. The guy at the other end said he never heard of an agent Kurosato and he wanted to know how he got the phone number. Virgil figured that Kurosato was on some secret mission and left our number, requesting a call back when it was possible. He told him it was important.
Not twenty four hours later, we got the call back, and Virgil described in detail what transpired.
He said, "First of all, he said Kurosato's no longer with the FBI, and suggested I forget the phone number. Secondly, they never identified themselves as FBI. When you call the FBI, they say 'HELLO, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS'. These jokers merely said, 'GO AHEAD'."
He said, "Lastly, they recorded everything. I could hear the scan tones, over the wires."
Virgil seemed to go into a trance, for a moment, then he typed a letter of introduction from the NSA!
At the end of the letter was a series of numbers, about thirty characters long, followed by the warning, "good for only 48 hours".
As Virgil seemed to come out of his trance, I lost consciousness. When I came to, Virgil asked me what had happened and where did that screen letter come from?
I told him that it appeared all by itself while he had nodded off!
We were both awestruck that the NSA could reach into our computer like that, but Virgil made sure to print out the letter, twice, just in case, and he took it immediately to NASA/Ames. That was all they needed and Virgil got the job, on the spot!
(For those who haven't read 'Changing Places', their agent Kurosato is really NSA agent 'Rice', who secretly possesses mind control abilities.)
Thanks to the relocation program, we still had our new (Mr. & Mrs.) identities, so we put them to good use and put down a deposit on our new home. The loan came through in just three days. I wonder if agent Kurosato arranged that, too! I could kiss him. (She doesn't know that she's already done MORE than kiss him!)
We called Marc & Melissa over to the house to break the news to them and Melissa was shocked! Marc was happy for us (and for himself, too) and he wished us the best of luck.
Virgil took Melissa outside, for a moment, to remind her that she should let Marc try anything, even if it hurts. If he has any feelings, he won't insist on anything that he knows will leave her hurting, after that first try.
They left, all lovey dovey, and it was time for the newest incest quartet to make an appearance.
When they showed up together, you thought they were Osmonds! We were turning over the mantle of sibling sexcapades to Alex, not that we were totally out of circulation. We'd gladly be technical advisors! ;)
I only reached puberty two and a half years ago, so I can't say I know much about anything sexual, but I know what I like, and I like cumming!
I guess it's inevitable that with four kids growing up, once the parents go out and leave them in their own charge, the temptation to experiment after they reach puberty is just too great.
Nowadays, even the presence of a babysitter doesn't prevent it. Shoot! The presence of a babysitter doesn't even stop the FATHER from experimenting!
(Mark Chmura, late of the Packers, was acquitted on 02/03/01 on both counts: molestation & enticement)
Because our parents took a year off from spitting out kids, I am two years younger than my sister Eve, while Bill is a year older than her, and Angela is a year younger than me. I'm currently sixteen.
When I was 12, our parents started leaving us home with Bill in charge, when they went out, which was frequently.
Since Bill had his own room (as the eldest), I also got my own room, the girls having to share theirs. Our four bedroom home was in full use.
Soon after our first night home alone began, Bill chased Angela & me upstairs, allowing Evie to stay up. When we protested, he threatened us!
So here he is, fourteen, on the couch with his thirteen year old sister, me & Angie forced to go to our rooms, and he goes up Evie's shirt!
I KNOW because I've crept silently down some of the stairs to spy on them! Eve is not complaining. As a matter of fact, HER hand is down Bill's pants!
Not even sure what Bill was touching, nevertheless, I got hot and wanted to touch myself, but in the awkward position I was in, I dared not.
After observing Bill's hand go down Evie's pants the same way hers went down his, I was dying to know just what he was feeling, so I snuck back up to the girls' room, but Angie was already asleep.
She was wearing her white nightgown through which I could often see her pink spots, but what was under those panties, I wondered, that was so great?
I lowered the covers and slid into bed, next to her, pulling them back up so she wouldn't feel cold. My presence didn't wake her up, and her pink spots were not hardly different than mine, so I lowered my hand down inside her panties.
She had such silky smooth skin, even down there, that I almost shot right past it, a small slit with soft petals of flesh astride them, like sentinels.
As my fingers diddled around, the middle one just sort of FELL between those soft petals and they parted, just enough for it to slip inside. It felt like I had put my finger in another mouth, only this one was hotter!
Just then, I felt Angie grab my wrist and start to say something, so I put my other hand over her mouth and I whispered, "Shhh, I'm just trying what Billy is doing with Evie."
Angie grabbed my hand away from her mouth and whispered back, "Here," taking control and moving my exloring finger back and forth across this piece of hard flesh while she began breathing harder.
For some reason, it made my penis hard, so I told Angie to put her hand on my thing and she did.
The feeling of near bliss was undescribable and we grunted and groaned and our breathing became heavy. After this night, I began reflecting. Why is it that eveything forbidden is fun?
Months, and several episodes later, our progess had us trying it with our mouths, one at a time.
Then one fine night, we discoverd that we could lick eachother at the same time, and it became our own little ritual, until one night, when I couldn't hold back whatever was happening and I squirted Angie's mouth with 'stuff'. She gagged and coughed, and Bill and Eve heard this, but they could care less and let it pass. They were getting their own jollies.
I begged forgiveness. "I couldn't help it," I told her and she shocked me, saying, "It tastes like raw egg whites. Just warn me before, you know..."
I made sure to pay her extra lip service after that and another month later, while we were 69'ing, we heard Evie's muffled scream, as her virginity was taken away.
On the eve of my thirteenth birthday, which just happened to be a 'home alone' night, we could hear Bill humping away at Evie, and Angie said I could try it with her, as my birthday present.
With the size of my hardened penis and Angie's small opening, we couldn't get her open enough for more than just the head, and when I tried, she cried out without my penetrating her maidenhead!
I had to settle for another blowjob, which was getting to be difficult for Angie's small mouth and my large dimensions.
I can only imagine what my sister, Eve, had stuffed up inside her, downstairs, but I was determined to find out.
Whispering to Angie that we could run downstairs, catching Bill & Eve in the act, and blackmail them into letting us stay up late too, we made the decision to do it.
We did! And they did!
Realizing that they needed to involve us so we'd lose our hold over them, Bill took Angie while Eve worked her lips over my penis. Her practiced mouth had no trouble stretching around the glans and I got to feel what real tits were like, soft around the hard nipple.
Bill was progressing too fast for Angie and already had her on his penis, but not yet inside her.
She realized, almost too late, that Bill was going to deflower her, and she knew she wasn't ready for that, yet. She screamed, "No!" and clamped her legs, then climbed down to suck his rampant penis, which surprised and pleased him.
Evie stopped her work on my penis, leaving it slick enough for her to try me. She told me to lean back, which presented my penis for her to squat over.
When she lowered herself onto it, I thought maybe she could let it go inside her, just a few inches.
A few inches?!? She worked the whole thing while my hands naturally cupped her wonderful ass cakes. My sister was sitting on my balls, my penis buried to the hilt, inside her! Then we commenced to bucking, which I found out was fucking. While Evie's head twisted from her impending orgasm, it was the most natural thing in the world for me to do, I began to suckle her breast. That got her hotter.
Glancing over toward Bill & Angela, I saw that they had discovered the 69 position. At that moment, I couldn't hold back, any longer, and blasted Evie with my first vaginal orgasm!
She suddenly was so loose that she bucked right off me, while I continued to spew ropes onto her stomach and mine.
Bill took his penis out of Angie's mouth just in time to jet her face and tits with his spunk.
We made our pact of secrecy, but Angela never allowed either of us to take her cherry. She was just too intimidated by our sizes, despite Eve's attempts to calm her about it.
We started going out with others, just so there wouldn't be any suspicions, but it's been three years plus, now, and whenever we are left high and dry by our dates, we can have our blue balls cured under the loving touches of our sisters.
The only problem is:
Angela still won't go all the way. She's deathly afraid, a misconception made stronger by the primal scream let out by Evie, when Bill took HER
cherry.
No matter what Eve tells her about it lasting only a few minutes, and only that first time, she has made it clear that she's not ready.
It was easy to accept, on my part, because she takes it in the mouth so well, and swallows it down!
Then, when we were at 'The Great Mall of the Bay Area' (that's what it's called!), in Milpitas, Bill ran into Virgil. One thing led to another and Virgil invited us all to that party.
I had been at one of their parties, earlier, and had seen Virgil's younger sister, Tara, who I had a yen for, and who I eventually got inside!
I didn't want to let on what was going on at home, so I just pretended to be a virgin when the time came; but I realize now, that THEY practice incest also, so I feel very comfortable in their presence.
That night, when Virgil announced the party, I asked Angela if she was gonna let Carl take her cherry because the party was really an orgy. I heard rumors about their parents having these parties, too!
She looked down, forlorn, then made an attempt to show her bravery, saying, "I... guess so," but you could tell she was torn up about it.
I love my little sister more than anything and I didn't want her forced into this, so I tried to be the great mastermind, telling Bill that when the time came, we all had to pair-off seemingly without thought, with different partners, so that Angela and I would be left as partners and I could protect her.
The only person to notice the supposed dilemma was Tara, so when the sex started, she offered to remix everybody, but that was the last thing we wanted.
Pretending we had to pee, Angie & I headed inside. Once inside the house, I borrowed a towel (a pink one) and placed it on Emily or Tara's bed, I don't know which, and told Angie that I was going to make her pass out from her repeated orgasms, and I did my damnedest to do just that.
I had already built up to this night many dreams ago and I didn't quite have the reserve that I needed before shooting off, so Angie got a stomach drenching cum after only a few minutes.
As we paused, I playfully rubbed a few fingersful on my penis and stroked it. While not completely hard again, it began to respond and I told Angela that I was just gonna stroke her clit with my penis.
I put some more goo on it and rubbed plenty all over Angie's vulva. Then I 'rode her groove', smacking up against her clit, constantly.
Her hips took on a life of their own, timing her thrusts to mine, until I thought we needed more goo.
I leaned forward just after pulling back and the tip of my penis toyed with her vaginal opening, the extra lubrication apparently doing its intended work.
At that instant, Angela pulled my lips down to one of her (still) budding breasts and put hands on my ass.
I felt the tip of my penis seat itself, then I gave her one large thrust and she bit my ear, which caused me to pull back slightly and finish her off!
My penis tore through her vaginal membrane and made her a woman. I held still, pulling back my head lest she chew the whole ear off!
There wasn't a lot of room, but I worked a thumb down to her clit in an effort to give her pleasure to drown out the pain.
She begged me to take it out! When I reminded her that the deed was done, she was shivering as she begged once again, "Please take it out, NOW!"
From all the blood, I assume, she fainted!
I panicked! Assuming it was just emotions, I went into the bathroom and wet a face cloth with cold water, dabbing Angie's face and forehead repeatedly.
When she revived, my penis was down big time, from the pure terror I felt on her behalf.
In a move as astonishing as it was selfless, Angela told me that now I should put it inside her, while it wasn't so wide!
There was no time to think because just her words were making it get bigger, so I repositioned myself and quickly slid inside, bumping three or four times so that I was fully inside her.
We could BOTH feel it expanding while inside her, but the agony was gone. She hugged me tight until my hips began bumping, as if with a mind of their own.
Angela's breathing became quite labored as she approached her first orgasm with a penis inside her.
I sensed she was okay and began pumping my now fully recharged penis and that triggered a series of writhings from my little sister; she was cumming repeatedly, all signs of her former pain gone.
I felt the need to speed up, so I may join her in orgasm. We rutted like hamsters for the next few minutes until I could hold back no longer.
I let Angie hug me cheek to cheek as my penis shot forth more baby goo against her cervix. Then, just before pulling out, we kissed.
There is something about kissing which personalizes sex. I guess Julia Roberts' character in PRETTY WOMAN was right, after all!
We had taken so long, I was afraid we'd be missed, but Angie didn't want to stay at the party. First thing, she nodded to Eve (apparently that the deed was done), then wanted to go right home, so I made our apologies, but when I looked into Tara's eyes, she was clearly alarmed, so I blurted it out quietly to her, "She was a virgin."
Tara seemed stunned. I gather she wanted to spend some time with me, but she took what I said in calm stride, having experienced similar circumstances, I would guess.
When Angela got home, she ran right to the bathroom. I didn't hear her telling me she had to go. She could easily have gone, at Tara's house.
What she didn't want to share, I found out the next day via Eve, was that she was due for her menses last night, but didn't want to lose the opportunity to go all the way.
I went to her, asking if she was all right? Did I hurt her, badly? She said she was okay.
Then I asked her, "What possessed you to do it if you knew you were due?"
She said, "I was afraid I'd get pregnant. You & Bill are way too big to be losing it to you wearing a condom. I decided it had to be natural, and when the opportunity came to do it right before my period, I just had to take that chance, and it almost timed out perfectly. You saw all that blood? We were just a few hours late."
I told her to rest up, that we were going over to Tara's today, to show her that you are okay, and to apologize for having to leave her party. We would certainly love to be invited again.
When I tried to get up, Angie begged, "Stay here with me?"
I said, "What? Didn't you hear..."
She cut me off, saying, "You screwed her, didn't you? SHE'S your girlfriend, isn't she?"
I told her truthfully, "The only time we were ever out together was that day at the mall."
When I tried to pull away, she grabbed tighter, and I said, "Angie, I'm just going downstairs. Will you please let go?"
I needed time with my thoughts. Pussy was great, but this possessiveness has got to go. What have I gotten myself into?"
I needed to talk to Bill about Angela's fixation with me. I'm sure it's similar to the old saw about some virgin guys who ask the first chick that ever has sex with them to marry them, although the roles are reversed here.
They should ALL have confidence that there will be another and not try to possess their cherry takers. That's no fucking reward, believe me! (pun intended)
Now, not wanting to wait for another home alone awkward situation, and knowing that Virgil and Emily and Tara have gotten it on, and I just found out about Marc & Melissa too, I wanted Bill to lend me moral support as I tried to bring Angie to Virgil's pool, the next afternoon, to talk about this rationally, and with people who've experienced it.
Eve & Bill wanted to go as much as I did, but I think they're just looking for pointers! No matter, Bill told Angie we were all going over there to have a nice, long discussion.
Bill called Virgil on the phone and asked permission to bring up the subject, since he was the one that heard it confidentially from Virgil. The rest of us just heard rumors.
Virgil's a great guy. He asked us not to discuss openly anything that we talked about, and on that condition said he'd ask his sisters.
They refused, at first.
It seemed Tara was afraid she might exacerbate the situation, since she didn't have a boyfriend, like Emily did. Emily wasn't sure she wanted Claude to hear all the sordid details.
Virgil told her that I had the hots for her, which she sort of knew, so she finally relented. Emily was just being a good sister. Claude already knew!
Angie still didn't want to go, so the three of us grabbed our bathing suits and told her, "We'll see you at the pool, if you decide to show, but we're gonna enjoy ourselves."
It was painful to me, knowing that I couldn't look back. We were demonstrating some unity here, and it didn't allow for maudlinism. We all hoped that Angie got the hint.
When we got to Virgil's, he asked where Angela was and Bill explained our dilemma.
Virgil asked us, "Will you guys all trust me?"
We acknowledged it.
Virgil then whispered to Bill, I found out later, "And you're sure she's on the rag?"
Virgil told us to make ourselves comfortable, get in some swimming, put on lotion, do whatever, and he'd return, he thinks, with Angela in tow, willingly.
He buzzed off while six of us cavorted. That's the three of US, plus Emily, Tara, and Claude (the pool man, lifeguard, and boyfriend of Emily's).
(Rather than make you wait, I'll reveal what Virgil did, as Angie related to me, later that night.)
He knocked on our door and waited... and waited... and waited...
Finally, after politely waiting almost a minute between knocks, the door opened, revealing Angela with her hair up in curlers!
Not being the socialite yet, Angie barked, "What are YOU doing here?"
Virgil, being careful not to sound sarcastic, asked her if she'd do him the honor of accompanying him to his pool for a little get together.
Angie's eyes narrowed, "THEY put you up to this?"
He lied, "NO! They think I went to the 7-11 for some junk food and ice, but since they told me you were home alone, I thought maybe I could see you for a while."
This was not going to be easy. Virgil was 19. What could this little 15 year old possibly offer?
Virgil was counting on that age difference to cause a reaction in Angie, much like the crush Emily had on Claude, a few years ago.
When she looked him up and down, he felt he was halfway home. When she offered him something to drink, as she led him to the kitchen, he felt it was time to make his play.
He said, "Listen, I wanted to BE with you at the party the other night, but things got out of hand. Didn't you know it was gonna be a free-for-all?"
She looked down, not wanting to confess, but she was getting wet and Virgil could smell it! (or so he thought)
Virgil went for the kill, "Listen, I don't have much time or I'll be missed. I just wanted you to know that you can come (he hung on that word) anytime, and you don't need to be with any brothers or your sister."
She fell for it, not wanting him to go, just yet. She looked into his eyes and put out her arms to thank him, but Virgil took control and kissed her hard, his hands holding her shoulders in place.
Her breathing gave her away as Virgil went up her blouse, attending to her budding breasts. She didn't want to just stand there, getting felt up, so she worked on Virgil's zipper.
Their hands were a blur of actvity until Angela realized where they were. (In the kitchen.)
When Virgil got to her panties, you coould see her pad underneath, and she told Virgil to stop, that she was...
He cut her off, saying, "Well, you DID invite me for something to drink, didn't you?"
She said, "Eeeeeeeewwwwww!" But playfully.
He was counting on that! Fortunately, we had no crap on our kitchen table so he had no trouble yanking off her panty, leaving her only to accept him or not!
He waited for her next statement which would be a green light/red light.
When she said, "Here?", Virgil knew that he had a green light. She should've started with 'no' or 'we can't'.
Despite her young age, Angela was a beautiful, raven haired minx, her green eyes always seemingly dewy.
Virgil was hard from his seduction, and placed his manhood at the door to Angie's vagina, and pushed.
She started breathing heavy immediately as he drove his penis inside her. He was standing up, just an inch higher than the table on which Angie lay.
He couldn't lean over far enough to get to her tits or his feet would leave the floor so he concentrated on drilling Angie's channel.
She was cumming despite herself, but she recognized the absurdity of being 'fucked for lunch', so to speak, and told Virgil to finish quickly.
Knowing she was safe, Virgil pounded her harder, building up quickly, per her orders, until he fairly exploded his juice four or five times well inside her!
When he withdrew, he reached down and handed her the pad that she was using, saying, "Here, this'll hold you until the bathroom!"
While she attended herself, Virgil cleaned up the kitchen table, finding some lysol just to dissipate the smells. He finished and dressed.
When Angie came down, a few minutes later, Virgil knew she was going back to the pool with him.
Problem one solved.
Ofcourse, since she would probably be clinging to him like a fucking vine, he figured to have problems with Tara. That's going to be problem two.
When Virgil returned from our house with munchies and ice and Angela, in tow, I thought he was a Svengali! That it took so long was probably due to waiting for her to pick out which pair of shorts to wear!
Eve saved me a hassle by asking, "Angie, we thought..."
Angie cut her off, saying, "Virgil here (she was still holding onto him) convinced me to come." (she hung onto that last word long enough that we all smiled, Virgil included)
Well, we all smiled except Tara. I would've thought that she'd be proud of Virgil for this conquest. After all, she was jealous of Melissa, or so I thought, until we spotted them shopping togther at the mall.
No. Virgil seemed to be willing to sacrifice himself for our sake, because there was still clearly some friction between Tara and him, beneath the surface, and that's no pun intended!
Some of the munchies that virgil returned with were two (1 gal.) jugs of gatorade original. I hoped to put everyone at ease with another batch of my Seawater Cocktails, but there wasn't enough Blue Curacao liqueur left for more than one jug.
Just as I finished pouring out the last of the bottle, my heart skipped a beat when Tara's mother walked in on me! I didn't know what to say.
Her first words were not very encouraging, "So, YOU are the scoundrel that's been using up my favorite liqueur so you could spike some gatorade!"
"I... I'm..." I could only stammer.
She cut me off, revealing her true tune, "Relax, honey! I LOVE that new drink. Tara told me all about it. Here... " And she opened a cupboard that held another three (1 liter) bottles, pulling one out and sliding it to me, saying, "Yours looks a little too green. I think you need some more of this."
Then, as I shrugged and completed my task, she sidled up to me, forcing me to stop and face her. Then, she put her lips to mine (soft lips, slightly parted, offering to accept my tongue!) while dipping a hand to my cock, which flexed to attention, and she whispered, "Save some for ME, okay?"
Since there was another gallon jug of gatorade and plenty more liqueur, I could only conclude that she was looking to party with my dick! That scared the living shit out of me, or so I thought, but when I got back to the rest of the group, Tara noticed that I was still hard.
She kidded me, "Alex," nodding to my erection, "Did you add a secret ingredient?"
I smiled weakly and told her that her mother walked in on me.
Her eyes got wide for a second. Then she smiled broadly while shaking her head, not quite like a "no", but like an "I can't believe it".
Feeling like I had gone through some bizarre ritual, I relaxed a bit and even noticed Tara's body which seemed to be straining to stay in her bikini.
A sudden chill ran down my spine at the thought that she might be pregnant with my baby and didn't even know it!
It turns out, I needn't have worried.
Because she announced she was having Virgil's baby!
I was devastated! I was hoping to strike up the band with her; and now, with Angie hung up on me, I was desperate for something the break that logjam.
As always happens, the girls all congregated into a mini john meeting, similar to what they do in school. The guys were supposed to be happy going for a dip in the pool.
I felt the need for a stronger drink and snuck into the house, but eyes that I missed were upon me.
Just as I found some Southern Comfort, I was tapped on the shoulder. I almost dropped the fucking bottle as I turned.
Tara's mother was staring at me again, up and down, and ordered me to put down the bottle.
Nervously, I complied.
She then told me that I must be an accomplished sneak, having served drinks to minors and gotten her daughter pregnant.
I told her that Tara said it was Virgil's (I hated the idea of ratting on him).
She said, "Nonsense. She knows you're too young to support a child so she's letting her brother do it."
What could I say, as panic set in, "I'm really sorry. It was my first time, I swear. We just..."
She shocked me saying, "There won't be any problems if you can show me some of what you showed her." And with that, she opened her robe to reveal two very nice globes for someone so old, I thought.
"I hope you have some stamina, Alex, because I want some, right now!" She said this as she dragged me into her bedroom.
I didn't know from lawyers, police, expulsion, or whatever. I just knew that if I fucked her, I was in less trouble, so I jumped out of my trunks and into her bed!
For some strange reason I was rock hard already, and we didn't waste time on preliminaries.
Dipping my penis into her softer, more pliant pussy, I let her pull me all the way inside her. Out I came only to slam back into her, over and over again.
She knew I wasn't going to last very long so she locked her legs around me and stole my first orgasm, quickly scrambling into a face down position across her bed, as we parted.
She ordered me to drill her up the ass while I was still slick with cum, so I placed the tip against her ring and pushed.
I'll be damned if that ring didn't open up like some sort of sci-fi window and let me fall inside.
I commenced to drilling her, on her orders, until I felt another build up in my balls.
I told her I was almost there and she ordered me, "Fill me up! Empty what's left inside my colon NOW!"
She screamed that last word so hard, I unloaded into her asshole, three or four jets, immediately.
As she melted into her pillow, she said, "Thanks baby. You can rejoin your friends, now."
I stopped and took two gulps of Southern Comfort. Then I sat down at the kitchen table and reflected on what Tara's mother had just told me, adding my own dilemma.
I was fucking my baby sister. I had just gotten Tara (the sister of my brother's best friend) pregnant. And now I had fucked Tara's mother, front door and back!
When he finds out, Virgil is going to kill me.
I'm ashamed to admit I thought about offering Angie up to Virgil as a sacrificial lamb. I know he'd be good for her, but she's way too young for him to care about. (I hadn't yet found out about how Angie came to show up with Virgil.)
With Angela clinging to Virgil, Tara left the girls and passed me on her way to the john.
When she called my name, a couple of minutes later, it was from the upstairs john, so I shouted back, "Do you need more toilet paper?"
I got no answer, but I heard a thump!
Figuring she may've hurt herself, I raced upstairs, finding her on her knees, facing the bowl. It was morning sickness, I guess.
I helped her up, not quite oblivious to the fact that she was bottomless at the moment. When she asked me to help her to her bed, she shucked her top piece, claiming it was too tight, anyway.
Since I thought I had made her pregnant, I was no longer embarrassed by her nudity. In fact, I got all lovey dovey with her as I told her she needed this.
Now, the 'this' I was talking about was for her to lay down and rest. SHE thought I was talking about my penis!
Alarmed that she was going for my trunks, I said, "Tara, I don't think..." (That was as far as I got)
She replied, "Right! Don't think, just do it!" And I meekly shucked my trunks, yet again.
This time, I wasn't so hard, but that wasn't gonna stop Tara, who sat up and began slurping on my penis until it got hard, again.
"I need you," She said, "Right now!"
I crawled between her legs and she guided my penis to her moist slit, which parted to draw the tip inside.
I decided to really let her have it and I lifted her pelvis up to me, about the height created by my femur's length.
With my hands holding her hips, I proceeded to pound home my sausage, listening to her heavy breathing morph into repeated "yes's", building up toward her orgasm.
I was proud that I could hold on through her orgasm and I felt her vaginal muscles clamp onto my penis.
I renewed my pounding until I felt it start in my balls, almost painfully draining to my penis, finally exploding into her womb!
We parted and I told her, "I need some rest. My cock feels like it was used for batting practice by the Giants!"
Not realizing what had occurred prior, she observed the inflamed, red organ, and said, "Boy! For someone as young as yourself, I would've expected more staying power!"
So, just shoot me!
I went back out to the pool, where Virgil was holding court, addressing my brother Bill directly, while everyone else hung on his every word.
As I caught the gist of it, he was explaining how sex play between siblings was like an unending free supply of marijuana: You tend to pretend that it's not addictive, but you find yourself 'doing it' more and more often, almost to the exclusion of all else!
If it were treated more like an extremely fattening dessert that shouldn't be overdone, it might not become such a burden.
He made one last counterpoint: Unlike drugs which are physically addictive, sex is not only physically addictive, it is also emotionally addictive!
He said that it is probably better to marry someone and cheat with your sibling, in the long run, than to cohabit with a sibling and then 'cheat' with an outsider. If caught, you would lose both.
As he finished speaking, he was looking directly at Angela (who essentially had done just that).
Just then, Tara rejoined us, looking refreshed, and Virgil asked everyone if they were staying for dinner, since it was getting toward that time.
We all enthusiastically nodded.
Virgil, though just out of his teens, seemed so much more mature then we expected. He was the consummate host, throwing open the barbeque and offering us a choice of steak, ribs, or chicken (no burgers or hot dogs). Emily & Eve went into the house and prepared three salads: potato, macaroni, & lettuce & tomato.
We ate until satisfied and then we all chipped in on the clean up detail.
After dinner, Virgil brought out the 'Uno' (card game). It's a deviously simple game and it has universal appeal because there's do defense!
We played several rounds until dark, when dinner was digested and we could all go back in the pool.
This time, there were no preliminaries. We all felt indebted to our host enough to allow him to choose which way the pairing off would take place.
Eve was the oldest and got Claude. Virgil held onto Angela. Bill went to Tara, leaving Emily with me.
Emily loved doing it in the water. I had no problem with that, except maintaining an erection in the water, but a little mouth lube made me ready for action.
I had no trouble, even with my size, inside Emily's apparently well traveled quim, and it was a totally unexpected pleasure to have her literally sit on it so her back door could get oiled (like mother, like daughter).
During the small talk, I told her I was sorry for making a mess of things, but she asked me what the hell I was talking about?
I whispered, "You know, making Tara pregnant."
She laughed lightly, "Who told you THAT?"
I whispered back, "You're mother."
She laughed again, "My mom probably fed you that BS just so... Wait! You little fucker! You did her!"
"Just once." I said "Okay. Twice, if you want to count that, too."
She laughed and leaned over to Tara, who was just a few feet away, with my brother Bill inside her, and told her about dear old mom."
Tara looked at me and said, "No wonder you were tired. Shit! It's a wonder you're up now." She then looked me right in the eyes and said, "I AM pregnant and I'm weeks along which means..." I couldn't be the father, I completed the thought.
Virgil announced five minutes to switch, and every session picked up its intensity. I filled Emily's bowel with sperm and readied myself for the switch.
Virgil, I predicted correctly, would try Eve. He would make Angie try Claude, and he did. That left my brother Bill, who was right next to me, to take on Emily, while I rejoined Tara.
While embracing, I asked Tara what I might do about Angela's attachment to me, my pre-occupation not keeping me from oralizing every nook and cranny of her being, as if she were an English muffin.
She confessed that she was not the one to ask, since her similar situation with Virgil had now produced a pregnancy!
"But Evie told me your situation was more desperate because you had lost an ovary," I corrected her.
She corrected me, "A tube, not an ovary, but yes, I feel this may be my only chance for a child. Virgil is the perfect father, from my point of view, not becase he's my brother, but despite it!"
As I readied myself and slipped inside her pregnant body, I lamented, "It's a shame things worked out the way they did. I thought we made a nice couple."
She worried openly, "People thought Tom & Nicole (Cruise & Kidman) made a nice couple, and before them, Meg Ryan, Kim Basinger, and Demi Moore all lost 'nice couple' husbands."
I comforted her, as we rhythmically began to pump eachother, "Their careers kept them apart, while placing them into the arms of several suitors, only too willing to taste the booty."
We convinced ourselves that we were different, as we rutted toward a final release, the water upto our necks. When I erupted, Tara hugged me tight, forcing another jolt form me. We kissed and scrambled out of the water, a few late ropes of cum sinking toward the bottom.
By the time we headed home, Angela was no longer hung up on anyone; Tara still liked me, but knew her destiny was with Virgil; Emily & Claude wanted to start a swap party, each week, and we four were on the A-list for it.
About the only problem I saw was keeping Evie and Angela from becoming pregnant. That could become more work than you can imagine!
When school started in September, I thought that the past summer was the greatest ever, with all that had happened.
Angie had gotten over her fixation on me, then Virgil, while Evie tried anal with Claude and found out that she liked it! Ofcourse, that led to her trying it with Billy first, and then me, too.
Angie hadn't gone that route and wasn't anxious to even try. No sweat.
More importantly though, is that the girls dated around, so at least we had a chance for variety.
It was the night of our school football opener when the captain of the cheerleading squad introduced her brother to Angie. I had no jealousy about that. As a matter of fact, I wanted a shot at Shayla (the cheerleader) and I figured to have Angie pressure her for a double, if she rejected me outright, which she did. (Apparently, I wasn't athlete enough for her! Well, she'll find out!)
It is a fact of today's life that kids in school are exposed to drugs, and Shayla's brother Ving, was the local dealer. By the time I found out about it, he had gotten Angie high and fucked her. The dipshit thought he was taking her cherry!
It turns out that he also slipped her some exstasy, the date rape drug. Marijuana plus exstasy: He was taking no chances.
Angie still had enough crush on me to give me all the dirt on Shayla and Ving, whose real name is Irving! (I'll give him credit - He did come up with a cool nickname. I guess he couldn't stand being called "Oiv".)
Shayla wasn't a virgin, but she DID play hard to get whenever she could lead a guy on, but that didn't deter me from wanting a piece of her pie; so when Angie reminded her that our brother Billy had gotten a letter in baseball, she finally connected to the idea that I wasn't a nerd, and we doubled.
Angie had previously gotten her own quantity of exstasy from Ving, ostensibly for Billy's use, and we had a plan!
We didn't spring it that first time we doubled, just in case Shayla was a 'good sport', but she wasn't. She didn't even allow for intimate touching, even though her brother was 'pawing' Angie all over. As a matter of fact, Ving didn't want to double at all because he knew his sister was a cock-teaser!
Angie convinced Ving (with a blowjob) to double just once more, since that would be the only way for me to go out with Shayla again and he convinced her to throw me a 'mercy date'.
When Angie told me how he convinced her, I said, "MERCY DATE? That dumb fuck doesn't know I've dated more girls than he EVER will, and I didn't need to drug them to have sex! Well, this is going to turn out to be a 'no mercy', date. I hatched my plan and Angie agreed it would be a great turnabout, as in fair play.
Ving's parents were going away for a weekend in Las Vegas, so it was no problem to convince them to use the 'home court' advantage. Ving could fuck Angie's brains out, in his room, while Shayla could keep me in the living room, with blueballs!
Her drink of choice was perrier. We knew Ving would fire up a joint or two. It was no problem spiking her perrier with some of her own brother's exstasy!
I timed it perfectly, allowing Angie & Ving to begin their play before I brought Shayla another water. We were listening to CDs when Shayla became unglued, so to speak. You could tell she was going under, and I fondled her, playfully, to test her resolve.
When she only half heartedly said to 'stop that', I knew it was time! I took off my shirt and made her fondle me too, as I continued to grope her all over.
She was giddy enough not to panic when I took off my pants, too. I playfully told her to stop worrying about my touching her when she already had me naked!
She was impressed by my 'package', I could tell, and that made it easier when I picked her up bodily and began to climb the stairs with her, whispering, "Is this athletic enough?"
She giggled and kissed me hard while reaching for my penis, but in her awkward position, she couldn't reach it.
When I plopped her down on her bed, she still showed a bit of hesitation, not taking off her pants, so I undid her snap and removed them myself, making sure to hook my thumbs inside her panties and yank them off at the same time!
What a beautiful auburn bush greeted my gaze as her nakedness was complete! I immediately set myself down to the task at hand and lowered my face to her quivering pussy. I heard a sudden intake of breath as Shayla experienced my tongue, snaking its way to her clit, laving it until she bucked against my face like a bronco.
After she orgasmed two or three times, I felt it was time for the main course, and I licked a trail up her body, stopping briefly to stab her navel, then dragging over a breast, chewing a nipple, and then on to her face, by which time my penis had dragged close to her pre-moistened pussy.
When I pressed it into her opening, she froze for a moment, telling me it was the wrong time in her cycle and I must stop!
Convinced she was bullshitting me, I told her it was okay because it was the wrong time in MY cycle, too, and she giggled as I slid my penis inside her.
She gulped in fear(?), but allowed me to continue until we were well lubricated and seated. Then we commenced to fuck in long, slow strokes, delayed only by our tongue kissing.
When we were well under way, I heard sis exit Ving's room and head downstairs, coming back with perriers for the two of them, and part two was under way!
I still had time left before I would shoot, but I told Shayla to get ready. When she started begging for me to pull out, I thought maybe she uses a diaphragm, so I pulled out and offered my penis to her mouth, which parted and let me wander inside; but she wasn't a good cocksucker and wouldn't take more than just the top, so I told her I was losing my erection and dipped back down to her vagina.
With her spit on the tip, it had no problem as it re-entered her, all the way. Now, she tensed up more dramatically, so I told her to take some more water.
That's right! She re-dosed herself!
With my penis now on automatic, our rhythm built to a wonderful crescendo until she knew she was going to be filled with my baby goo, any second, and she made one last plea for me to pull out. I answered by gently biting her nipple as my penis began a series of blasts, each jetting its rope of potent semen deep inside her. When I had shot my last bolt, I pulled out, like she asked!
Despite herself, her orgasm overtook her, and she cried out, not in pain, but it did cause a reaction from Ving, who investigated.
Expecting her to dismiss me with a case of the blueballs, he was shocked, but the exstasy in HIS perrier was taking effect and he was staring at his sister with his erection at full blast!
Angie came in from behind and knocked Ving down on the bed next to his sister, claiming, "How dare you interrupt me for her!"
Then she said, "If you want her so bad, then I want to watch!" And with that, she rolled Ving astride Shayla!
Ving would fuck anything with a slit, but Shayla was miss hard to get! But under the influence of drugs, she just stared, teary eyed, as Ving let Angie place his penis inside her recently fucked vagina.
The moment his penis was lodged inside, Ving began to fuck her furiously, with no style or grace, and the lubrication of my orgasm made things even easier than normal.
When Shayla finally managed to beg Ving to stop, I threw Angie on the bed, next to them, as if to make her regret her impulse.
When they saw me 'raping' my own sister, right next to them, they stared in awe, but Ving's penis kept on pistoning inside HIS sister, which is what we wanted.
I started fucking Angie for all I was worth, but I couldn't resist teasing Ving with three words: "I'll race ya!"
The bed became a blur of movements, each of the boys fucking their sisters furiously, both girls begging for us to stop (only Shayla meant it).
When we heard Ving grunt out his orgasm all the way inside Shayla, it triggered our own and we became a mass of gooey, sperm entangled flesh.
As we pulled out, I told Ving that Shayla is in the wrong time of the month, or so she said.
He reacted by looking down at her, "You didn't use your diaphragm?" He said. She shook her head, no.
Angie and I got up to leave and she said, "Try douching with vinegar and water. Good luck."
I had to add, "Wow! You were in ecstasy on exstasy! See how YOU like it! Well, we really enjoyed ourselves. Thank you for a memorable party, but we have to go now and write this all down in our nerdy diaries! See ya..."
Feeling really good about my revenge on Shayla and her brother, I began recounting how many families I knew, just here in Sunnyvale, where brother screwed sister!
There was us, ofcourse, Virgil and his sisters, Marc & Melissa (Virgil told me), Angie's classmate Jerri and her brother Ryan (Angie told me), and now, Ving and his sister, Shayla.
Peyton Place, 90210 (Is this a mixed metaphor?)
As part of our plan on Ving and Shayla, Angie & I told each of them that their sibling had planned all this, always wanting to find a way to make it come about, but didn't want to admit it.
If you could call this backfiring, Ving & Shayla DUG it, and wound up thanking us for making it happen!
I never brought up the fact that one of us might've gotten Shayla pregnant, but it became a moot point in a couple of weeks, fortunately.
The following weekend, when we were at Tara's pool, I told Virgil about them, hoping that he'd invite them to his next 'pool party', but he seemed aloof suddenly, and dismissed me with, "Yeah, sure."
I didn't get it, but then again, he was close with Billy, not me, and all I had done was fuck Tara and his mother! I didn't press my luck.
Turning my attention elsewhere, I noticed Evie was spending lots of time in Virgil's house, but every possible partner was out here! Was she sick?
I decided to spy on her, just to satisfy my sense of curiosity.
She went to the den where I couldn't see. There was no window, so I snuck in slowly and noiselessly. As I peered around the half open door, I swallowed hard as I saw Tara's father, with his back to me, humping away madly at my sister, Evie!
Before he blew, he told her, "You know what to do," and with that, she laid face down across his desk, his rampant, slick tipped penis approaching her anus until it made gooey contact. He lodged that pole just inside her and made a few humping movements until he was well seated. Then, he drilled her hard until I heard them both breathing heavily in their mutual orgasms. Evie was in no pain, it seemed, and I know she went there willingly. I would talk to her about it, later, not to make any judgments, but just to find out if she really dug it!
I had to be careful of Tara's mother, since she had cornered me recently enough, so when I heard their front door being probed by a key, I bolted upstairs! I could always claim I had to go to the bathroom.
I waited upstairs, expecting to hear screaming over catching her husband inside my sister's anus, but I heard nothing! I mean, nothing! So, I snuck back down, and peered inside the doorway again.
He was laying across his desk, his face actually hanging upside down, as he licked Evie's pussy, while his wife squatted over he steaming pole and was riding it up and down! Now I had seen everything and I snuck back out to the pool, where my erection was tenting up my suit!
Tara was starting to show, but she was still lovely. Virgil was talking with Claude and my brother Bill. It seemed he was avoiding Tara, but why?
Well, the least I could do was lend an ear, so I pulled up a chair next to Tara, who noticed my bulge (in my trunks) and turned to me, as I sat down, and asked, "What do you think you're gonna do with THAT thing?" while nodding at my erection.
Her tone of voice was 'hands off', so I whispered to her that my erection was from observing both her parents having sex with my sister, Evie.
I asked her why none of the guys wanted to talk to her? (It couldn't be her period - she was pregnant.) Something else was eating at her and I hoped to be able to ease her mind.
She almost broke down when she said, "The baby isn't Virgil's!"
"How do you know?" I asked automatically. "You told me that we..." I cut myself off, realizing that it had to be mine, then.
Now she did lose it, somewhat, crying, "The blood test didn't show anybody conclusive!"
I tried the clinical approach, "What blood type are you?"
"O-positive, the most common type, which makes it even tougher." She moaned.
"Well, WE'RE A positive, so if there's an A factor, I guess it's mine!" I fessed up.
She said, "You don't understand! There are no factors. The DNA indicates it's a virgin fuckin' birth and, they found no outside strands at all."(As in DNA strands.)
She was getting pissed, but I spoke without even thinking about it, "That's because they're looking for a father outside the family. They never expected the father to be your brother. This PROVES it, to me at least, that Virgil is your baby's daddy!" I hoped that I helped.
Tara just stared at me, dumbfounded, for a moment. Then, her eyes lit up with comprehension and her incredibly beautiful smile morphed into a lovely kiss on my lips. Then, she got up and ran into the house, almost crashing into Evie, who fortunately, was coming out.
Virgil and the other guys spotted her transformation and ran over to me, "What happened?" Virgil asked.
"GOOD news, I think," I said, nodding toward the house, "Go in and see!"
Virgil raced inside, while Claude and Bill hovered over me, begging, "SO?" they said, in unison.
"I just explained the blood test."
Claude, incredulous, challenged, "You? Do you know how long she's been moping around here? I hope you didn't bullshit her. WE have to put up with it!"
I explained to them what I'd told Tara and they looked just as dumbfounded until it made sense.
By then, all the girls were converging on the house and the atmosphere was like I had just killed the wicked witch of the West!
Virgil, back outside now, even winked at me and asked, "Is that girl Shayla on the pill?"
I laughed, "No! She's uses an IUD, when she can!"
Just then, Evie came over to me and related how she heard from Tara about my spying on her, but she wasn't exactly pissed, more like cautious.
She whispered not to tell Billy yet, but dad had found out about us, and he wanted IN on it!
I reminded her that only when dad took mom OUT could we be the mice, at play.
She told me that she was practicing inside for the seduction that mom & dad would face, come next week when the adult pool party takes place. (I would not be allowed.)
I told her, "Mom would NEVER go for it."
She assured me that, with a little help from some of Angie's supply from Ving, mom would DEFINITELY be in ecstasy!
We all went inside for some glad-handing, now that Tara & Virgil were gonna be mommy & daddy (for sure) and I found myself being pulled aside by none other than Tara, herself!
Tara's mother had made some Seawater Cocktails and was passing everyone some when Tara led me upstairs!
I was nervous, not knowing how Virgil would react to his sister throwing me a 'thank you' fuck, but she reassured me that if I was gay, then VIRGIL would've thrown me a 'thank you' fuck!
Tara immediately went down on me, my penis already pre-cumming. We backed up until we were next to her bed, when I suggested I take the bottom. Agreeing, Tara slipped over my supine form and aimed my rock hard member. As it slid inside her, she remembered every millimeter of its touch and her moaning made me wish I was the father of her baby, as my hips lifted her off the bed from the force of my thrusts.
This wasn't going to last very long, as we rutted violently, our orgasms building quickly until I just gushed another sacful right into her cervix.
She leaned over, kissed me with tongue, and told me she loved me, too.
Just hearing that caused me to bolt one last string of semen inside her, right before she slid off me.
As she put on her panty piece (we had never even bothered taking off her bra), she told me, "Stay there!"
To me, that meant I could expect her mother next, but SURPRISE, it was Evie!
Evie said that dad should be hung about the same as Billy & me, and she needed a slippery one to try this.
With that, she squatted over my slick penis until it found her puckered ring... which slowly opened and let her descend halfway down my tool! I was unable to keep from fucking up for more and Evie took me almost all the way inside her anus before it got uncomfortable.
But it was so tight that I knew I was gonna spew again, pretty soon, and I humped my sister's butt with reckless abandon until my cobra hissed out its last load, well inside Evie's rectum.
I was spent... completely!
That night, I looked at mom differently than I had ever looked at her before, eying her up and down as a possible sex partner, just like the girls I eyed at school.
Weird!
Mom fucked up everything by telling dad she didn't want to go to the pool party hosted by Billy's friend, Virgil's parents.
Dad asked, "Why the hell not?"
She replied, "First, we won't know anyone there. Second, you know how scared I am around water!"
Dad was ready, "First, Billy & Evie will be there, as well as the Hoxleys and McCloskeys. You know them all. Second, the pool is far from the cooking pit. Only a few guests will be going into the pool. I can promise you that you won't be bored. C'mon honey, I'm getting randy just thinking about afterwards."
"Oh, okay," he got out of her, "but I better have a good time - not just bullshit and play cards."
"I promise you, dear. You'll remember this party for a long time. Everybody says they're the greatest." Dad was in danger of overplaying it.
We (Angie & me) had a little party of our own that we planned, but there'd be no time for food! We had convinced Shayla & Ving to come over, along with Ryan & Jerri. (Marc & Melissa were going to be at Virgil's party!)
The afternoon of the party, it rained for three long hours, and I was worried that mom would use it as an excuse to beg off, but fortunately, it wasn't an afternoon start. Everyone was invited for 7 PM, and mom & dad left just in time for me.
Ryan & Jerri showed up first, looking nervous. Angie introduced us, but we had seen eachother at school, just that we hadn't known eachother's names.
Perhaps they were nervous because they were as young as Angie (I almost forgot - they're twins!), but they were impressed when someone so well known as Shayla showed up with her brother Ving.
Just the six of us, and each girl already knew what the common denominator was. Actually, the only one in the dark was Ryan, and we didn't figure him to be any shrinking violet!
So, Angie opened the festivities by producing dice. Each girl would roll a number. That number, plus the one on the bottom of the die, would be hers for the whole game. (The two numbers ALWAYS add up to 7, 1 is opposite 6, and likewise for 2 & 5, and 3 & 4, so there's no doubt.)
If a girl rolled the same number as a previous one (or its opposite), she'd roll again. Angie would acquire the remaining numbers without rolling.
So, in just two rolls, Jerri owned 1 & 6, Shayla got 2 & 5, and Angie owned 3 & 4.
After the numbers were assigned, when each girl rolled again, she either got her own number(s) or one of the other ones. If she got another one, her turn passed. If she got her own, it became the boys' turn to roll.
If they got the number of a girl who rolled her own numbers, then both had to lose an article of clothing. If they got a different number, their turn passed safely.
With 1 roll in three producing a winner (or is it a loser), the clothing came off quite quickly, but now came the truth or dare type byplay, and forget the truths - it was all dares!
If someone was naked and had to remove another piece of clothing, one had to bargain their mouth against the other's genitalia. If the other person had on anything, it wouldn't be more than a dry kiss. If they were both naked, it would be a 69.
After using their mouth once, a player could begin to 'substitute' other body parts.
This degenerated quickly when the girls bucked the odds and started rolling their own numbers.
Shayla was the first one naked, then me, then Ryan. When Shayla next rolled her own number, she got Ryan and they just pecked at eachother's packages, not yet getting into it.
Jerri next rolled her own and she lost her panties, but before she had to take them off, I got to kiss her vulva through them.
Angie was down to her last article, but she wisely kept her bra and shucked her panties! (great move!)
Now, the next time she rolled her own number (which was her very next turn) she got a wet kiss from Ryan who thought he'd kiss her tit through the bra, but we reminded him it was genitalia, so Angie got both!
Ving was too dumb to shuck his underpants as soon as possible, so on his last loss, his sister had to kiss it through them and she made a 'ptooey' noise to remind him how lame he was.
Now that we were all naked (and more importantly, loosened up), the game changed to mix and match, until every combination was satisfied.
The first roll matched Jerri with me and Ryan with Angie, which left Shayla and her brother. There was plenty of room on our living room floor and the carpeting was thick & plush.
We didn't gawk at eachother while we got down to business. I took the bottom and let petite Jerri squat over my waiting manhood. Her boobs were on the smallish side, but when she dangled over me from above, they looked bigger, and I took each of them in turn into my eager mouth as she lowered herself down my pole.
She was still pretty nervous (maybe about my size?) until her pussy secreted enough juice to make her slide all the way down on me! I couldn't help myself as my hips turned wild, blasting up to her wildly. We felt her 'nut' go off, just before I unloaded my first jizz of the evening deep inside her.
We looked around to see who we had to wait for, but it was US they were waiting for!
I got Shayla next, and she was satisfied with a 69, drinking down what little I had in short time.
Then, we needed an 'oyster' break, actually we had tea and soda.
I got Shayla again, and she seemed all fucked out, so I rolled her over, spit on my tip, and worked it inside her bum, for a couple of inches. She seemed distressed at the tight fit until I squeezed out another teaspoonful of juice and I sort of fell well inside her rectum (which I'm convinced Ving had already tried).
By now, we were all spent, and as hosts, Angie took the two boys while I took the two girls, and we licked them 'goodnight' and thanks for cumming!
After cleaning up and getting ready to hit the sack, I sat on the edge of Angie's bed to exchange notes about our guests, especially Ryan & Jerri, and Angie told me that Jerri likes her.
I said, "Sure. You are girlfriends."
She said, "No, she wants to have sex with me!"
Then it suddenly dawned on me why she kept stealing nervous glances away. She wasn't watching Ryan fuck, she was watching Angie fuck. She's bi!
I reassured my sister, "Hey! Go for it, sis! Just don't expect me to... WAIT! Are you suggesting that Ryan's a bi, also?"
She nodded, "I think so."
Well, THAT certainly was a twist that I never saw coming. From Angie's body language, I could tell she was feeling me up for a reaction as to whether I would like to try... Ryan!
I've never thought about it, not even with Bill, but Angie's eyes were pleading me, revealing her desire to try it. I had to capitulate or find a way to get them together, alone.
I told Angie to let me sleep on it and I was ready to leave for my own bed when I discovered I was blue steel hard! Could it be just from the conversation?
Angie didn't miss a beat and threw back the covers for me, and I figured, "Why waste it?"
With all the evening's action, there was no trouble sliding my puppy all the way inside my sister's well traveled vagina. I felt like I hit rock bottom with each thrust, but I had spent so much tonight that I fucked Angie raw until she actually begged for me to stop.
When I pulled out, she was wincing, which made me feel guilty, so I contraposed and fed her pussy my soothing tongue.
Soon, she reciprocated until I felt her contracting in her latest orgasm. (Hmmm. Did she imagine me as Jerri?)
By now, I had determined that I would not do Ryan except possibly to bugger him or let him blow me, and I didn't figure him to go one sided, with no quid pro quo.
Angie found a way to suck my last bits of jism from the depths that they hid, and we kissed goodnight.
I can't explain this, but I went to bed with my penis still rock hard! Go figure!
I couldn't wait to find out how things went with mom and dad in their first time with one of those pool parties that Virgil's parents liked to throw.
It helped take my mind off Ryan, who wanted to start some sort of bi-sexual game with me!
At breakfast, I got my first inkling when mom & dad slept late, and Evie came up to me and whispered, "I fucked dad, last night!"
My eyes widened as I asked, "And what about mom?"
She playfully told me, "You'll have to get it from Billy." And she almost laughed, her smile was so broad.
But Billy wasn't up yet, either, so I pressed Evie for some sexy details.
"First of all," she said, "daddy knew that anyone who attended this party was a 'swinger', so it's almost like he wanted to take notes! He was THAT pre-occupied with who was there. He had chosen a few couples with whom he wanted to swing, but when you are invited to 'dance', as it were, by the host, at least you can give them the first play.
Very early on, when the food and drink had set the atmosphere, Virgil's parents offered mom & dad the 'five cent tour' of the house," she continued. "By the time they came out, which was maybe forty-five minutes later, mom was totally under the spell of the exstasy they had slipped her, and she was ready to screw anything with a pole! That's when Billy and I made our move.
Billy steered mom over toward the pool where she immediately became apprehensive, losing composure and it allowed me to take dad insde.
Once we were inside, dad and I went to Virgil's room and I let him undress me so that he could savor each moment of my approaching nakedness.
When he had me naked, I took his clothes off, and by then, dad's boner was angry and rock hard!
Dad preferred the top, lying me down on my back and straddling my face, presenting his penis to my mouth which I took inside.
When dad began to fuck my face, as it were, I knew he wasn't gonna last, so I just concentrated on him, to bring him to completion.
Soon, I was drinking his jism down as fast as I could, but he was on Viagra, I think, because he got hard almost immediately again.
So now, he went down on me. I couldn't get my legs spread, fast enough! I let him tangle that tongue of his until he laved my nubbin repeatedly, bringing me off a least twice.
When he hovered over me, his penis pointing toward my vagina, he seemed to hesitate, as if fucking the daughter that he just ate was any much different, incest wise.
There was no retreat in him, though, not when that penis, already slick from our mutual juices, pressed inside my opening and drifted deeper, toward my cervix.
Dad was a great humper, so animated in his thrusting that we were in danger to falling off the bed!
Just as our express train to oblivion was about to explode, mom & Billy drifted into the room, both of them smiling.
Maybe dad wanted to show Billy that he could keep up or maybe dad really is younger than we think, but he started really pounding it inside me, until mutual climaxes overtook us, mom watching all this with her hand securely around Billy's penis!
We went downstairs to get ourselves some drinks while Billy and mom took over Virgil's bed.
Before the night ended, mom had dad, Billy, Virgil's dad, and Claude (the pool man), who bent her over and took her anal cherry!
Billy had mom, Vigil's mom, Emily, and me.
She still doesn't know about you two (Angie & me), but dad's working that out in his mind, right now!"
I told Evie her story made me get hard and she got up from her chair to go look, or rather 'feel' since I was wearing pants, but that didn't last very long. She opened the snap and I let her work me, getting up from the table so she could strip me.
When she saw what I was talking about, she engulfed my tool with her lips and I worked the snaps off of HER pants!
So, right there against the kitchen counter, as my corn flakes got soggy, my penis got hard, hot and wet and my older sister and I fucked up a storm until she was off the floor, suspended on my penis, my hands cradling her buns, her thighs wrapped around my hips.
When I told her to get ready, she scrambled off my penis, crouched, and took it into her mouth, just as the first salvo shot off!
She ravinously sucked and swallowed all that I had to give until I was totally spent.
Then, after swallowing the last of me and wiping her mouth, she told me it was easier this way, instead of walking around, 'leaking' my jism, or having to go upstairs and douche.
We put our pants back on and resumed our breakfast as if nothing had happened.
While eating, I gave Evie a briefing of our group sex, while she and Billy were at their own party. I asked her opinion about this kid, Ryan, who wanted to 'do stuff' with me.
She asked me, "Did he participate with the girls? I mean, did he have an erection and fuck any girl?"
"Sure," I said, "we all (three) had straight sex with every girl there, as well as oral sex with most of them."
Evie said, "Okay, then. We'e not talking about gay sex, but bi-sexuality. Apparently, he's more open minded, sexually, than you, and you have a problem with that?"
I said, "That's not it! It's more like: Why didn't he want to try stuff with Ving, who was there also?"
Evie had a sensible answer, actually in the form of a question, "Does he know about Ving's drug deals?"
"I get it," I said, "He just doesn't trust Ving well enough not to hurt him, or 'out' him!"
Evie hesitated, then sprung the big question, "Er, uh, so, are you gonna try him?"
I said, "No, not one on one, but if you or Angie want to make a foursome with him and his sister, Jerri, then I'd be 'game'."
Evie said, "Go for it! If Angie won't, then I'm in!"
"You're in what?" Billy said, as he entered the kitchen in his underwear and took a chair.
"A bi-sexual fourway with this kid and his sister, from school," Evie calmly informed him, "but your brother here (nodding to me), has reservations."
Billy, perhaps from experience(?), or perhaps from a wisdom that comes with achieving adulthood, offered a rational explanation, by way of give and take, and he said, "Okay, Alex, first of all, do you want to try anyhting like that with dad or me?"
I nodded in the negative and began to think about that. Why wasn't I interested in them?
Billy continued, "It's because we're OLDER. We can't write it off to 'experimentation', like perhaps Ryan can. But experimentation usually comes from not being presented with opportunities for straight sex, and you've had that. Has Ryan?"
I informed him that Ryan and his sister were two of my group sex participants, while he was at that party, hosted by Virgil's parents, Shayla and Ving being the others.
"Well then," he continued, "It looks like Ryan is down to three options: One, he doesn't find sex with his sister all that gratifying, perhaps because she doesn't present a certain tightness that he expects from a butt blast, or maybe she doesn't do anal, at all. Two, he really is leaning gay, and his sister obviously can't bugger him. The third one is very hard, no pun intended, to pintpoint, but the desire to try sucking a penis goes all the way back to what doctors call 'the lactation complex'."
I sat there transfixed, not expecting Billy to know about such things.
He continued, "Quite simply, the 'lactation complex' is the desire to continue breast feeding, in a new form. Early on, it becomes thumb sucking. It is why men are still preoccupied with breasts. For others, though, especially at that critical experimentation stage, the only appendage available is a penis! It's just a phase. The only problem is a phase is likely to remain when there is a continuous granting of that desire. Then it mutates to 'arrested behavior', a much more difficult thing to treat. I'm betting that Ryan is at a critical stage, and you are his next outlet."
"Thanks," I said, not sure if I meant it or not, "but I still like Jerri, so I'm not sure how to procede."
Bill said, "There are too many value judements here for me to tell you what to do. It's your call, pal."
As I went to the phone to call Jerri, I decided that I was not gay and I wanted no part of Ryan, but when I heard the sexy, breathless, melodious voice of Jerri on the other end, what came out of my mouth was, "Tell me, do YOU want to try this stuff with Angie or is it just to please Ryan?"
When she said it was just to keep Ryan, my heart sank! She was trapped and now my only choice was to brave that trap to rescue her! I told her, "Okay, then let's set it up. Get back to me when you find the time." (click)
I could hear my conscience already screaming at me, "Be careful! Be VERY careful!"
I headed for my room, but on the way, I had to pass mom & dad's room, and their door was ajar. Behind it were noises all too familiar to me now - they were doing a morning encore! For some reason, I gently peered inside, figuring they'd never be looking at the door, but dad had mom reversed on the bed, and he saw me, immediately, while he was grinding it to her. He motioned me inside, making the 'shush' sign with his index finger to his lips.
He pulled his penis out of mom and moved up the the bed. Actually, since they were reversed, he moved DOWN the bed, toward the door, and straddled mom's face, dipping his penis into her mouth. He nodded his cheek to his shoulder, indicating he wanted me to take over mom's pussy, and wiggling his tongue challenged me to use mine.
My clothes were off in a heartbeat - hey, obey your father ;) - and as I climbed onto the bed, dad made a lot of knee shifts, cleverly disguising my presence.
When I began lapping at mom's steaming wet pussy, she didn't immediately register that two locations were simultaneously being assaulted.
When the realization hit her, all she could say was 'mmmmph', since dad's penis was erupting his load down her gullet, and she dutifully drank it down.
But she was in need of her own orgasm, and that was now my job to deliver, so I ground my tongue to her, actually sucking in her prominent clitoris part way inside my mouth.
When mom's two hands closed over my head, forcing the most heated contact between mouth and pussy, I felt her go too, and I felt justified with my next foray. I worked my way up her body until we were lined up, and I sent my penis exploring inside my mother's vagina, while I held my face away from her, so that I might see her reactions.
She looked up at me with smokey eyes and asked, "You too?"
I said, "ALL of us, mom. We're now one big happy, do things together, family!"
And with that, I began to fuck her in earnest, pulling almost all the way out and plunging back inside her, as far as possible, with each thrust.
Now, my next orgasm of the morning was knocking, and I buried myself to the hilt inside mom, shooting my ropes of semen right at the door of her womb.
As we got quiet, we could hear Angie letting herself go, as her wake up fuck from dad brought her over the edge.
Wow, and it's only morning.
Naturally, after all this work, I was too tired to want to do anything, and before you knew it, I was home, alone. Billy had gone to Virgil's. Evie, Angie, mom & dad went shopping, and TV sucked.
Then, the doorbell rang.
I was so shocked at who was at the door, my heart skipped a beat!
I let Jerri & Ryan inside, asking them, "Why didn't you call, first? Angie's not home. Besides, it's dangerous..."
I cut myself off when I realized that now that mom & dad were in on the group family sex, it WASN'T so dangerous for them to be here.
Jerri spoke up, "It's not Angie that interests us."
I asked the obvious, "You just want a threesome?"
They both nodded and took my hands. I let them lead me to my own bed and they began to strip me. Then, they stripped eachother.
All naked now, my thoughts whirled through my mind. If Ryan couldn't get what he wanted from Jerri, then he should be sucking my dick, any second.
I was relieved that I didn't have to occupy myself with the other possibility when Jerri pushed me onto my back and climbed astride my face.
As her honeypot dipped onto my waiting lips, I felt Ryan's lips close over my penis, tentatively at first, until he judged the size of it.
I began licking Jerri into as best a lather a I could while Ryan couldn't get all of me inside his mouth, but we kept working eachother.
After a while, I forgot who was sucking my dick and my hips began to jam upward to meet each descending move from Ryan's mouth, as Jerri was already into her first orgasm.
When she climbed off me, Ryan stayed glued to my penis, and she joined him there!
They both took turns, bobbing six or seven times, then allowing their sibling to continue.
So far, this made sense regarding Ryan, who needed a dick, but Jerri had dibs on HIS, so her willingness seemed incongruous.
When I told them to get ready, it was Ryan to took my load into his mouth. Was that all they wanted?
I asked them what else they wanted to do and Jerri looked at Ryan and then laid on the bed and opened her legs for me.
I got hard immediately and placed myself between her thighs, bringing my penis to bear on her wet, dewy, pussy, and I entered her.
I didn't remember how tight she was until I was only halfway home and she was wincing. She wanted me to change my angle of attack, so I crawled higher up her body to gain a more vertical angle. This forced me to reset my knees astride her hips, instead of between her legs, and that presented my behind to Ryan!
As I began sliding more deeply inside Jerri, I became acutely aware that Ryan's penis was probing my anus!
I could react, but Jerri's pussy was intoxicating, like the calls from Scylla & Charibdis (of Odyssey fame), and as I built up speed inside her, Ryan's penis head was inside my anal ring, unable to venture any farther!
When I boiled over, I think I felt a trickle enter me from Ryan's thing as well, and I spun off his tallywhacker and said, "I think it's MY turn," and Ryan dutifully got onto all fours, while Jerri just watched.
I said, "It's no fun, that way, and made Jerri lay on the bed, side facing, with her legs up in the air. Then, Ryan got on his knees on the carpet and began eating his sister's pussy.
This afforded me the chance to 'spoon' right behind him and offer my sloppy sausage to his rectum.
When I got the head in, I swear he bucked back toward me to help seat it, but I'm larger than most and he couldn't begin to take it all.
But I made sure to hurt him, fucking into him beyond anything that he thought was comfortable until he begged me to pull out.
That's when I really gave it to him, blasting his rectum with my own form of medicine, his grunts now showing pain.
When we were through, I told him, "Today, it was only experimentation, and I didn't like it. I love Jerri's pussy, but not enough to ever allow a penis in my butt again, so maybe we are quits. But it you two can exclude the anal part, maybe there is still room for flexibility."
As we dressed and went to the kitchen, I told Ryan to be careful to check on the bleeding when he got home. That toilet paper would only last, so long.
As they left, I couldn't quite make out how they now felt toward me, and then a new realization suddenly struck me! I hadn't ruled out sucking Ryan's dick! I had forgotten that we never got around to that!
Oh well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it!
The day after I abused Ryan, I came down for breakfast and found Angie in the kitchen already.
I told her what I had done, yesterday, while they were shopping, and she surprised me by saying, "I know all about it!"
It didn't seem logical that Jerri & Ryan would exclude Angie and then call her and TELL her about it, so I pressed her for details on how she knew. Obviously, one of them had called, but which?
She told me, "They wanted to set something up with me, a threesome. I'm sorry, Alex, but I told them I'd try it. After all, YOU did!"
I fought the urge to call her a stupid twit, then realized it wouldn't be a fair assessment at all, since she might not know what went down with us.
I asked her, "Did either of them - by the way, which one called you? - did either one tell you what had happened between us?"
She said, "Jerri called me. You were out. Ryan was out. She told me that Ryan let her enjoy two guys at once so she was trying to return the favor and let him try two girls at the same time."
I told her, "That may not be the entire truth, sis!" Then, I went into details about the whole episode.
After finishing, I told Angie, "There's a chance that Ryan may be abusive as revenge for what I did to HIM, yesterday, so I'm worried for you."
She had an excellent comment, "Then why did they agree to come here? Shouldn't they isolate me if they wanted to do anything nasty?"
"Damn right!" I agreed. "It seems like maybe they DO like rough sex, or..."
"Or WHAT?" Angie bellowed.
"Or," I continued, "they KNOW we'll talk and have something set up, just in case! So just maybe they are kinky and prefer being 'taken', although Ryan definitely seems to want to try anything, but I've ruled out anal, so his options are limited."
"When is this shit supposed to happen?" I pressed on.
Angie said, "There's no timetable. We said we'd set up the details this week, in school."
"Okay," I said, "So there's time, yet."
"Meanwhile, I'm heading over to Virgil's with Billy. We figure to get in some actual swimming, for a change. You coming?" I asked her.
She said, "Nah! I think we're (mom, Eve, & Angie) going shopping again. Catch you later."
When we got to Virgil's, I was shocked to find Shayla and Ving there. Boy, Virgil must have a photographic memory!
I looked around for Tara, who was nowhere to be seen, while Virgil held court, as it were, with Ving and Claude. Shayla was catching some rays on a chaise lounge.
When they saw us walk in, Virgil greeted us, introducing Ving to Billy. We just nodded.
I didn't remember how much I told Virgil about Shayla and Ving so I didn't even try to enter their conversation.
I glanced up at the bedroom window shared by Tara & Emily and I swore I saw Tara quickly step aside when she saw me. I'm betting that now that she's 'showing', she's very self conscious about her appearance. I figured I'd go inside and cheer her up, since I needed to change into my trunks, anyway.
When I got to her bedroom, I called out her name, "Tara?"
"Go away!" was all I heard in response.
"It's me, Alex," I said, as if that would smooth anything out. "I'm just changing and I thought I'd say, hello."
"If you'd have paid any attention," she spat back, "you'd have noticed that we installed two cabanas, outside!"
This wasn't going well. From the sound of Tara's voice, she was still across the room, over near the window, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and I pushed through the door. What I saw was this formerly beautiful girl with a sexy figure, now bloated, zitted and ugly! Even her eyes looked bad, either from lack of sleep or illness.
She cringed when she saw my reaction to her appearance and it made me feel like shit! But I came into the room with the intention of making her feel better, and I had just gotten off to a rotten start.
Tara had been crying on and off for days, from the looks of her eyes. The zits indicated that she 'craved' too much of the wrong foods.
She looked right through me and said, "Too bad men can't experience pregnancy. I'll bet you couldn't take it!"
"No shit!" I agreed with her, "but it's been going on this way for thousands of years. It's never gonna change, now!"
She was clearly feeling sorry for herself, so I asked her, "Why don't you talk to Virgil?"
She moaned, "Because he WARNED me about this, about the morning sickness, about the bloating, about my not being ready. He told me to wait before having a baby! I can't talk to him, now."
I reassured her, "Yes, but you have special circumstances. You might not be able to have kids, soon. I'm sure Virgil understands that."
"Ofcourse he does," she said, "but he never gets aroused by me anymore, and he needs constant sex. Just look at him down there!" She said. "He hardly knows I'm here.
"That's not true!" I scolded her.
"What do you want from him?" I pressed on. "Do you expect him to be pregnant, like you? Must he go through all the female aspects of your pregnancy? And will you share his apprehensions, his angsts, his worries? If you suddenly joined him out there, do you really think he'd find an excuse to leave?"
I suddenly got very nervous. I came by with the intention of cheering Tara up. Instead, I'm arguing with her about something that's essentially none of my business, yet I feel that I have to press on.
This is an emotional crisis, I believe, so I'll offer Tara what girls have always wanted from guys, but were afraid to ask: She just needs to be held, right now.
I walked toward her - it's true what she said - she wasn't very sexually appealing, right now, but I was coming to hold her, not hump her!
When we made eye contact, something inside Tara released her emotions and she rushed to me, burying her head in my chest, her tears wetting the material of my shirt.
Just like laughter is infectious, so are tears, if one can access their feminine side, and my heart suddenly ached for her! I had no preconceived notions when I came inside, but somehow, through all of this, I wanted Tara to accept me, as friend and lover, but right now, as friend.
Her shivering reduced in intensity. It was awkward, me on my knee in the middle of the room, Tara glued to me, her cheek to mine, as we looked past eachother's shoulders.
Suddenly, I felt the chivalrous urge to 'sit' her on the bed, so I lifted her up - did she hear by back pop? - and I brought her to her bed, but when I released her, she got the wrong idea and felt for my penis, which was not at all erect.
I thought, "Wait! That's not fair! She just needed to be held! Girls say shit like this, all the time! Now that she's being held, I must suddenly become stud?... And in a nanosecond?"
Tara sensed my hesitation, took it all wrong and went back into her funk, saying, "Not exactly what you expected, am I?"
Steeling myself, I changed tunes, "Since forever, girls have wanted their men to make love to them and not simply fuck! When I came into this room to ask how you felt, when I went to the center of the room and we embraced, when I sat you down on the bed, gently, I was making love to you but you did not recognize it, because I didn't have an erection. You stereotyped me, and now you want to blame me for you own misconclusions!"
"If sex is what you need, if sex is what you want, I'm a teenager! What was that famous movie line? You know how to whistle, don't you? All you have to do is put your lips together and blow!"
(un-ziiiip) I didn't even feel her pop the top button of my jeans, but she had them half off, in a jiffy! That was okay with me. I was coming in to change, anyway.
We got me completely naked and (surprise!) I had a boner!
Now it was time to release Tara from her clothes, and I made sure not to dawdle, lest she think I was stalling.
I wasn't sure where to begin. I didn't need a blowjob, so I went straight to her honeypot, using my fingers like an OBS/GYN uses a speculum, but using my tongue instead of a tongue depressor. Apparently, Tara's clit needed some man love, so I devoured it until she cut off my air!
When she was good and ready, she released my head and I kissed my way up her body until I could latch onto a tit. As I did this, Tara took hold of my still erect penis and rubbed it around her opening, smearing my precum around the ring.
When I hunched it inside her a ways, she grunted with a sudden discomfort, and I pulled back slightly.
I needn't have worried. Her grunt morphed into a hum and I pressed myself home a little more, and then a little more, and then I was all the way inside her and the real show began!
I pulled back only slightly, so I could grind pubes with each down thrust. I found it sexier that way. Tara liked it, too.
We continued grinding like a couple of minks until I sped up my pace, signaling my impending tribute to her womb, but Tara wanted me to pull out!
I didn't want to spoil her moment by pulling out, so I kept up my pace despite her gyrations. It might have even begun to look like a date rape from an external point of view, she was fighting me to get me out of her!
When I was almost there, Tara bucked me off her, almost like you see with those wrestlers, and she quickly ordered me to her mouth, but I was losing my cum desire!
She placed just the glans inside her mouth, and actually sucked the next several inches inside, her lips forming a perfect seal for the suction!
That did it for me! I blasted her tonsils copiously until I was totally drained.
Then she said, "Aren't you gonna ask me why?"
I told her I knew why.
Puzzled, she pressed the issue, so I told her I knew she didn't want to have to clean up or walk around, leaking! (I had just had the same experience with my sister, Evie, the last time we did it, in our kitchen!)
Tara took on a new glow, and joined us at the pool, which was not lost on Virgil.
When he got the first opportunity, he asked me how I got his sister out of her funk?
I told him, "She just needed to be held."
Virgil knew better and warned me, "Be very careful not to hurt her emotionally. She needs positive reinforcement from now until she has the baby, and screwing on cue, is NOT the right answer!"
How could he know that? How could he... OFCOURSE! I went inside to change and didn't emerge for a half hour!
The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, for me.
I watched, but did not participate, as Shayla took on my brother Billy, Virgil, and her brother Ving, all in the pool at the same time, while Emily and Claude continued their torrid love affair!
I really felt bad for Tara. I still had feelings for her, but with our ages and her pregnancy, it just wasn't in the cards for us.
Learning from this hopefully, I vowed to make sure there were no pregnancies to complicate my other dalliances, and suddenly I remembered Ryan, the only sex partner I ever had that couldn't get pregnant!
What am I thinking?...
If you're one of the millions of people that have seen the movie JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS, you'll be able to relate to this.
There's this cave scene where Jupiter, the giant cyclops, is fighting Jason's crew, and popping a few of them into his mouth, like tidbits, eating them live!
As I picture myself as one of the crewmen being eaten, I get this boner!
My next recollection is ANACONDA where this giant snake swallows two people whole. Again, I get hard as I imagine myself going inside the snake!
Finally, I imagine JAWS engulfing me, but those steel gray eyes have been replaced by the face of Ryan!
The next morning, I'm the first one awake and I head for the kitchen. I don't feel like having cereal, but the bananas beckon to me! I peel one and begin to scrape the rough edges off it with my teeth, leaving the remains saliva slickened. Now, I find myself pretending it's Ryan and I have to take him in my mouth!
I do fairly well, getting six inches inside until my gag reflex takes over and I decide to stop, lest the banana breaks off and I choke myself! But, even before I bite into the banana, I feel my erection straining my foreskin!
I'm no psychiatrist, but the subliminal associations cannot be accidental, so I try to figure out if it means I want to TRY Ryan or I want to ENJOY Ryan!
I feel obligated if he brings it up, since I didn't rule out fellatio, and I did force my will on him, first.
I haven't yet removed the evening 'sand' from my eyes, and the more I ponder Ryan, the drowsier I get until I'm drifting again, this time up in my bed, and Ryan and I are locked in a '69', thrusting our penises mutually all the way inside eachother's mouths, except Ryan's thing doesn't even choke me. I am actually tickled by his pubic hairs in my nose!
Before anything is resolved, I notice Ryan astride my face (he has taken the top) and he's started to use his male superior position to fuck it into my face, all the while as he's literally sucking my penis into his throat!
AS I let loose down Ryan's throat, he fires his hips into my face, but his smaller dick just barely reaches my throat hollow. Nevertheless, he unloads a magnum of cum and I'm forced to 'glug' it right down or spit it back up. (I swallow.)
The whole affair leaves me drained and despite my erections, I decide they're more of a curiosity than a desire to try gay, bi, or whatever.
With Jerri right next to us, on the bed, I slip from Ryan and line myself up at Jerri's vagina, pushing until I'm halfway home.
Seconds later, I've added another four inches and begin to feel her tightness as it tries to suck the semen from my penis. I continue to pound it into her until I have to let loose, and let loose I do!
I awaken from this dream with a puddle of cum on the kitchen floor, so I get some paper towels and clean it up before anyone else sees it.
I have decided that I'm NOT gay if all I do with him is get my penis sucked, and I like that feeling.
The big day for the threesome of Jerri, Ryan, and my sister Angie has arrived and we've set it up so I come home WHILE they're at it, but I stay downstairs so as not to disturb anyone... that is, unless I hear Angie call out for help.
There is no call for help, and I watch TV until it literally puts me to sleep!
When I wake up, they're still going at it, in Angie & Evie's room, so pretending I need to piss, I head up to the bathroom, passing the open doorway and observing Angie's mouth being probed by Ryan's penis, while Jerri seems to be glued to my sister's pussy.
I want desperately to be invited inside, but I dare not say a word, lest I be misunderstood. I must bide my time and just see how this plays out.
Going through the motions of taking a leak, I actually do expend some urine and I make sure to dawdle as the toilet flushes.
As I open the bathroom door on my way out, standing right there is Jerri, naked, who says, "OH! Alex, we didn't notice you come home. Why not join us?"
"I... I don't want to intrude," I stammer, secretly jumping for joy in my head.
As I pass Angie, her eyes lock onto mine, and I ask, "You sure you don't mind?"
She 'mumbles' (her mouth is full of Ryan's penis) that it's okay, and Jerri and I take the other bed, beginning with her removing of my clothes.
My penis is hard the moment it hits the open air and Jerri dives onto it, like lunch!
I maneuver her until we are lined up, 69 style, and we commence to lap eachother's organs until we satisfy one another.
Jerri is so hot, she cums quickly, and loudly, her 'yeses' getting Ryan's attention, who withdraws from Angie and offers his sister his penis, along side mine, like a double popsicle!
She can't possibly take both penises together, but somehow she does, and the heat of our cocks mashed together inside Jerri's mouth is a new sensation that quickly has me ready to shoot!
But it's an awkward position that Ryan and I are in and before long, I withdraw as Ryan takes over his sister's body. I just lay there, next to them.
Angie sees my idleness and comes over and grabs my arm, whispering, "I have something to show you."
She lays me down on my back, now on her bed, and she climbs astride me, inserting my penis into her (now) loose tunnel of love, bouncing down until she has it all the way inside her!
Now, she bounces up and down, fucking me while I just lay there, but too soon I'm near the edge and I warn her.
She climbs off just as I start creaming and it gets messy, but messy is what she wants!
Taking my slick, oozing penis, she points it into her anus! It pops inside and Angie's eyes start to roll, and she lowers herself down halfway on it!
My instincts have me bucking it up inside her even more and in short time, my whole thick eight inches are ramming my baby sister's rectum... and she seems to be enjoying it!
Holy shit! I'm adrift in a whole new feeling!
But that is short lived, as Ryan and Jerri come over to our bed and Ryan makes his move, getting over me and offering his penis, saying, "Just as a girl knows exactly how to eat another girl, a guy knows exactly how he wants his penis taken..."
Ironically, I know exactly what he's talking about, and I just stare at his penis as it comes closer, closer, until it just parts my lips and the head is inside my mouth.
I guess I owe him this one, so I close my lips over him until there's absolutely no air between my lips and his penis, and then I literally suck it, drawing it, stretching it out from the suction until the tip is knocking at my throat hollow, Ryan's pubic hairs tickling my nostrils.
My sister is still bouncing her rectum up and down on my penis and my own orgasm is fast approaching when I hear Ryan say, "Please take it all."
Since his entire dick is in my mouth, it can only mean one thing, and as my penis spurts jet after jet into Angie's blast furnace rectum, Ryan's penis jets gulp after gulp of his essence down my gullet!
As Ryan's moans of ecstasy abate, he withdraws and allows Jerri to take his place on my face while he takes Angie's place at my penis!
As he draws my penis inside his mouth, I actually CAN feel the difference and I reharden immediately!
I lick Jerri's quim in every place imaginable until my jaw hurts, but damned if Ryan hasn't gotten me to the point of orgasm again!
But he pulls off me!
Before I can even complain, Jerri has seized the moment, scrambled from my face, and lowered her vagina over my penis and begins riding me, while Ryan enters my sister's waiting pussy.
We become a blur of rutting humans until both penises give their final tributes of the session to the wombs that engulf them.
Then, as a lark, we all shower together - no sex, there's really no room - just to clean off and remove the smell of sex from ourselves.
After they're dressed and ready to leave, Ryan asks me, "To tell the truth, wasn't it special?"
I tell him, "Sorry, pal, GETTING blown was great, but I just don't get no satisfaction from giving one so you got the last one from me. I'm just not as open minded as you."
He responded, "You're more open minded than you think. Most guys would NEVER have let it get to this point, at all. Thanks for everything. Ciao, bello, ciao, bella."
Later that night, while talking to Billy about what went on between the four of us during the day, he casually mentioned that I might teach Jerri to give head like a guy does, and that might help Ryan away from his fixation on boys.
It sounded like a great idea, but Ryan & Jerri were virtually inseparable, so I told Angie about it and she agreed to be the intermediary, but first of all, I'd have to teach HER what we meant by sucking like a guy does!
Using her thumb as a model, I went down on it, just wetting it and slurping all around while she giggled at me.
After letting it dry so it would become tactile again, I told Angie to pay close attention as this time I drew her thumb into my mouth with suction. Then, with almost all of it inside my mouth, I drew even the last half inch with force, and the look of utter surprise from Angie's face told me she had just discovered what the term 'sucking dick' really meant!
Now it was time to have her try it on my penis. If she could learn it in one pass, then theoretically so could Jerri.
We needed no preliminaries for this part, so we both got naked, just to set the mood.
I even went down on Angie first, getting her really into it, so when she took my penis to her lips, I could expect to be drawn into her throat, almost.
What I got was, almost having the skin scraped off my dick. Angie forgot to retract her teeth!
Again we tried it, and this time it felt great, but I didn't let Angie know. I told her I needed another opinion, and as if on cue, Billy showed up naked and took my place at Angie's lips, while I tended to her lips of a different kind.
Billy's comment, upon force feeding his little sister with his spunk was short and to the point, "Damn!"
When encouraged to expound just a little more, he volunteered, "We gotta teach this to Evie!"
"Teach me what?" Came Evie's reply as she also entered the room.
We told her. We taught her. She practiced on me. She practiced on Billy. Then, she practiced on dad!
Oh, shit! I had forgotten about him.
By the end of the evening, all six of us, including mom, had sampled or performed this technique, but mom upped the ante, so to speak, by reminding us all that it's not enough to eat a man the way they want to be eaten without, at least, getting THEM to learn to reciprocate!
I'll be damned if it didn't take us (the boys) longer to learn exactly how the girls preferred to be tasted than it took them to learn to pleasure us more! Ofcourse, it could turn out that women are just harder to please. Men are so easy.
I can't wait 'til we spread these new techniques around!
And to think this all started from a guy giving some head!
My brother (Billy) and I went up to San Francisco, this past weekend to do some shopping, but we got side tracked.
It seems a friend of his knew of this place not too far from Fisherman's Wharf that catered to a certain clientele, no questions asked.
Since I'm under age, that was convenient. It wasn't exactly a geisha house, but it was close, really close!
We went inside, gave the proper countersign, and were told to disrobe for our baths.
Okay. They had these beautiful little pools that looked like grottos, replete with stone stairways and two girls ministering to each of us. (Billy was treating me.)
It seems, Oriental girls never lose their obvious fascination with hairy chests, or at least, this group of girls pretended it, because they really worked their hands over Billy's chest.
The two girls by me must have been especially selected because they seemed to be my age, which means they were 'under' age, not that I cared!
When they were finished bathing me, they gave me a robe and took me to my own cubicle, where they removed that robe, leaving me naked again, the temperature just cool enough to make me want to curl up inside the warming embraces of my nubile young nymphets.
Neither girl had any large volume to their breasts, but each had these tiny aureolas that, due to the coolness, were already erect and begging to be suckled!
I wasted no time tasting them. My only problem was how to enjoy everything at once.
I began with Miko's breasts, enjoying her nipples in their wonderfully hardened state, while Mie lowered her mouth to my wonderfully hardened penis!
Expertly, each girl pulled back when I looked like I was gonna get carried away, until they had me in such a lather that I wound up grabbing Mie's head, holding her mouth in place, until I could fuck it!
She put up just enough struggle to entertain my dominance attempts, but by the time I boiled over, she had one hand on my rocket and the other on my balls. I was HERS!
Next, Miko squatted into position over my now softening member, actually stuffing it inside her in that condition, where her muscle contractions had no problem in re-awakening it!
As she rode a perfect 'St.George' on my newly ready tool, I bravely ordered Mie to sit on my face.
I've seen so many pictures of Oriental girls in a very demure light, so genteel, that I could hardly believe what I was seeing when they became very animated, as if I had grown two tongues and two dicks, inside them!
We rutted to our hearts content, my previous orgasm having given me stamina for this next bout, and I wondered how Billy was doing in his cubicle.
I didn't have long to wonder - I heard him grunt out his pleasure from next door within moments, which gave impetus to my second rise, and I started to really bump it to Miko.
If Mie wasn't getting her own pleasure from my lips, then she was academy award acting because she became a bucking bronco on my face, screaming her release.
She actually tasted sweet, if that was possible, and I never wanted this feeling to end, but a new wave built up in my loins which became another wad in the making, and I let the cannon loose, once again!
As if on cue, both girls cuddled to me, secretions everywhere, until I actually began to drift off.
I snapped to attention as the curtain was drawn and Billy told the girls we were through.
They returned us for a shower, this time, and they administered to us like valets, getting us ready to go to work!
What a wonderful experience to broaden one's mind and body!
We left the place refreshed, but there was still plenty of shopping to do, so we hit the aisles!
Later at home, talking over dinner, Angie sounded a bit put out by our descriptions, so Billy and I decided to offer her to the same treatment that we got, but we needed a place to do this and we chose Virgil's pool, with his permission, ofcourse.
It wasn't the same. The pool didn't replace the grotto that we so loved, and everything soon melted into another mini-orgy, with Virgil and his sister Emily joining the fray!
I was a bit disappointed that Tara was nowhere to be seen, but I knew better (this time) than to inquire.
I made it a point to continue to look for a suitable substitute for the geisha location, even as we all got back to our weekly routines.
Encouragingly, Melissa put me onto another of her cheerleading squad, but I didn't know much about her or her wants and needs, so I asked for Melissa's assistance.
"For instance," I inquired, "Why not your brother Ving?"
Melissa whispered what I had already suspected, "I'm keeping him for myself!"
I needed more details: Virgin? No. Slut? No. Using me as a wedge with another boy? Not exactly.
Not exactly? What's this, a HERTZ commercial?
When I pressed Melissa further, it came out that Frida just couldn't reach orgasms with any of the guys she's had.
"How many are we talking about?" I asked, "And am I gonna get beaten up by half the football team?"
"Three guys, and none of them were steadies, or on the team," Melissa countered.
Okay, I've got three guys who don't know how to fuck, or a frigid teenager!
Since frigidity is an acquired condition and takes years of frustrated reinforcement, it is rare among teenagers whose hormones are actually the CURE for frigidity! I'm just waiting for the doctor that can finally bottle it!
I figure Frida must have some form of tactile problem, at worst, or her 'G' spot is just a little deeper than most, and those idiots missed it!
I couldn't figure out why I hadn't seen Frida in any of my classes, though, because she was wonderful eye candy, blonde (as the Norse name might suggest), blue eyed, and a bit tall, maybe 5'8". She resembled one of the ABBA girls on dad's old vinyl album!
Ofcourse! Just because she was a cheerleader didn't mean she was in the same grade - duh! It turns out that she might be the sexiest sophomore at school, but she's already dating seniors, hence no cherry.
I arranged to have her meet me at the town hall park after school on Friday and I'd 'wing it' from there.
Better than I expected, she had her own car! She wasn't supposed to be driving it while on permit, but her parents treated their only child to anything she wanted, and fuck whatever laws might intrude on that deal. But that's no sweat by me. It's actually convenient.
Our meeting went like this:
"Frida?" I began.
"Alex?" Came her response.
When my smile and nod affirmed it, she smiled back, and our first hurdle was successfully passed. We both accepted eachother's appearances.
She asked me if I had a ride. When I shook my head, 'no', she told me she had a car, and she even offered to let me drive!
What normal young male could refuse such an offer?... And I didn't refuse it, taking us to the nearest junk food haven, not necessarily to munch, but to loosen up. I needed to find out if Frida expected me to be some kind of therapist (Did she just want to fuck?), or whether she wanted something more like a relationship (Did she want to make LOVE?), and I began by asking her how closely she knew Melissa.
She let slip that she met Melissa through her brother, Ving, then tried to change the subject when she realized it suggested he was her connection, and he WAS. When I pressed her, she admitted to buying marijuana, once in a while.
Melissa saw her with Ving and thought she might make a nice addition to the squad if she had any moves, and she did!
I'm secretly relieved that she didn't offer me any grass because it is a common occurrence to do that, when trying to justify its use. It indicated to me that, at least, she wasn't a pothead, or if she was, she was discreet about it.
Now, my only hope with Frida was that she wouldn't do any shit while she was with me because I have an aversion to smoke, but damn was she sexy! If she had a personality to go with that body, I might have to tolerate 'coughing' a few times!
She told me she 'lost it' (her cherry) at her father's country club with the son of another member (Talk about the 19th hole!) when she was fourteen (two whole years ago), but she got nothing from it, no orgasm, not even pleasure. The boy ejaculated just seconds after treating her to agony. She never dated him again.
The tenor of this conversation - actually, she was doing all the talking - indicated I was to be her therapist, or else why give me her sexual history?
I finally got a word in, edgewise, asking her, "Frida, tell me what you want - What are you looking for? What do you need? (Shit! I sounded like Dr. Ruth Fucking Westheimer!)
I hoped she didn't think I was full of myself. I just wanted to get a clue! I feel mood is probably important for a girl, much more so than a guy, who thinks about sex constantly.
I told her that we could go to a movie, or dinner, or even shopping (What girl doesn't have a shopping orgasm?), if that would create a mood.
Frida lifted her Foster Grants just long enough to shock me into reality, saying, "Duuuuh! Melissa told me you knew how to screw! I know SHE does, so I figured you can help me get my 'nut'!"
I had nothing left to say - almost, "Right now?"
She said, "What's the matter? Are you a vampire? Is now a bad time?"
I got smart, "Where, then?"
She said, "C'mon. We've wasted enough time. It's already 3 PM. My mother gets home first, at 4 PM."
This time, SHE drove us to her house. Fortunately, the half dozen road violations didn't cause any accidents or get us pulled over. This bitch was certainly reckless, as I was about to find out!
We got to her opulent manse by 3:10, let ourselves in, and repaired right to her room, where we got naked. Frida's expression told me she was about to try the largest schlong of her young career!
She seemed to be orchestrating everything, so I added some spontaneity to the proceedings! Kneeling astride her neck, I told her to get it nice and wet, feeding my tube toward her mouth.
When she protested that she didn't give head, I got aggressive, telling her, "You didn't give head before because you felt you were gonna get choked with a 'money shot', but if you had, your cherry might have come away, less painfully. Now, wet this puppy or suffer the consequences!"
I left it up to her to imagine what the consequences might be, but she dutifully took the glans plus a little more into her nervous mouth. I didn't need a blowjob. She just needed a little domination.
I said, "Here! Wait!" while I contraposed myself and played with her profuse, reddish blond bush. As I parted the hairs, I suggested she trim this thing better. If those hairs were drawn inside, they not only could make things uncomfortable for both partners, they could also cut into condoms, causing breakage!
Finally, I got to her very small clit (First problem solved!), began working it with my tongue, and rolled us until she was on top.
Maybe by not being underneath such a penis, Frida might feel less threatened and perform better, but I had to concentrate on finding her center of being!
Hooking a middle finger inside her vagina as I continued to chew her love button, I searched out her G-spot, but unlike most girls, Frida's was much deeper inside or, less tactile, but her hips seemed to like my tongue treatment, grinding against it, repeatedly.
Before you knew it, I could feel her taking more penis into her mouth while riding hard on my tongue!
Unbelievably, if she had never orgasmed, I think she was gonna cum before I even had to fuck her!
Suddenly, Frida was over the edge, yelling, "Yes... yes... yes... yes... YES... YES..." Then, we heard the front door open! No, no, no, no, NO, NO!
Fortunately, her mother didn't hear our dialogue, as she called upstairs.
Frida was still breathing heavy, but she composed herself just enough to yell, "I'm in my room."
My penis shrunk like it had just gotten hit with ice water! I began to panic, and tried scrambling into my clothes!
Frida seemed to enjoy my dilemma, watching me sweat beads!
I whispered, "How am I gonna get out of here?"
Glancing at her wall clock, I saw we were supposed to have ten more minutes. Her mother was home early.
She said, "Don't sweat it! It's my FATHER you should worry about, but he's not due home for another hour!
I cringed when Frida's mother spoke these next words, "Do you have that boy up there with you? What's his name, again?"
"Alex," yelled Frida, matter-of-factly, stopping my heart!
What the hell did I get myself into? I voiced my shock and ignorance with halting whispers, "What the fuck is going on here, Frida?"
Frida was calmly dressing, even as we heard her mother coming up the stairs. I was getting ready to leap out the window when Frida talked right past me, "Mom, this is Alex, the guy Melissa recommended. Alex, this is my mother, Anna."
I turned around and there stood another potential member of ABBA! The names were right and she was even sexier looking than her daughter! My penis rose to salute her!
Frida spoke up, "Alex, here, is the real thing. If you can fit him into your schedule, you'll be very pleasantly surprised."
"Nice to meet you, Alex." Anna greeted me. "Perhaps one day next week, we can introduce ourselves more properly, but right now, you two need to vamoose before daddy gets home."
As Frida dragged me out of there, I waved weakly to her mother.
On the way home, I asked Frida, "Are you crazy? You told your mother about me? ALREADY?"
She giggled, "Ofcourse, she needs your services as much as I did. I'm surprised Melissa didn't tell you."
Wow! That bitch! I was wondering when she'd get even for the night I had her brother rape her!
"Well," I said, "I hope your father isn't privy to this, as well!"
She said, "Noooooooo. He'd kill us all, or rather, he'd make a phone call and we'd all disappear."
This wacko was getting off with a 'danger high'. I didn't know if I should cut out fast, or not. If it wasn't for this incredible woody I was sporting, I would've run, long ago!
We pulled up to my house and Frida leaned over and kissed me generically, then said, "See you in school on Monday."
I just stood there, dumbfounded, as she sped off!
Boy! Do I have some thinking to do!
I suspect most intelligent creatures would 'get the hell out of Dodge' before continuing with someone like Frida, and now her mother too, but teenage boys are like spiders - we have to have sex, even if it kills us!
My initial (and probably intelligent) reaction was to bolt, then I thought about ratting them out to Frida's father, BEFORE I ever fucked either of them, but Frida made me think he was capable of killing the proverbial messenger (me), so I decided to try to do Frida while avoiding her mother.
And it worked!... the first time.
We went back to the place where it all started for Frida, the green at the seventh hole.
She asked me why I wanted to do it here, and I told her, "Consider it a rerun, but of the way it SHOULD HAVE happened. Did you bring the blanket?
She said, "Yes, but this green is so soft we don't really need the blanket."
I told her, "Now that you told me what would happen if your father finds out, I'm trying to avoid grass stains."
"But we'll just get naked," she thought she was giving me some genius answer!
I said, "Grass stains on knees or elbows or the back of one's head, or at least the smell of fresh grass, would all tell volumes to a suspicious father, no?"
She dutifully grabbed the rolled up blanket and hit me in the face with it, playfully.
We had some walking to do from the parking lot, but we finally found our objective and I spread the blanket out on the highest area of the green, near the edge, since moisture would accumulate downhill.
It was just after dark (actually well past sundown) that we got naked and ready for action, and Frida asked me why I chose the seventh green?
I said, "Duh! Didn't you tell me this is where you first did it?"
She said, "I told you we did it at the second green, not the seventh!"
Sarcastically, I asked back, "And did you break a nail, too?"
"What?" was all she could muster.
I said, "Never mind. I chose seven for luck. We're not going to move now."
As I said that, I began scanning around. With our eyes acclimated to the dark, you'd be amazed how much we could actually see.
The seventh hole at this course may not have been so lucky a choice because it was fairly close, maybe a hundred yards or three hundred feet to the clubhouse and dining room.
I warned Frida to be as quiet as possible as we got naked, the central California air not as warm as I had hoped.
I suggested that we '69', but Frida was still scared that I might choke her, and not being able to see clearly added to this fear, so I said, "Fine," and lowered myself to the task at hand, first hooking her G-spot to life, then lowering my lips for some cunnilingus.
THAT Frida responded to, bucking up toward my face, her mewlings fairly quiet.
I decided to tease her by stopping when I thought she was gonna blow, and I stood there kneeling above her, as she begged.
Finally, I latched onto a nipple. It was COLD! I sucked it into warmth while Frida begged for me to put it inside her!
I placed the precum soaked member at her moistened opening and moved my hips, impaling the first few inches. Happily, she had trimmed so I wasn't given a painful surprise, nor was she.
After maybe a half dozen thrusts, we were seated pube to pube and I could really start the fucking machine, which I tried to draw out in long, slow, tantalizing movements.
That worked for a while, and each time I pulled out, I got some of the cool night air chill which gave me impetus NOT to cum. Thus, I was able to continue to pound this girl for maybe fifteen minutes, well past a half dozen of her orgasms.
But she wanted even more, so bang away I did until maybe another five minutes had gone by, her orgasms just one long string now, and my own still seemed so far away.
Suddenly, Frida seemed to clench down hard on my penis while whispering, "Shhh, I hear something!"
I froze inside her, my penis shrinking from fear!
It WAS somebody! From the conversation, I could tell it was another couple, probably with the same idea as we had - to screw on a putting green!
After the initial shock that there was another couple with the same idea, I got bold, and didn't care whether we made noise. After all, they were just as guilty as us. It's not like they were gonna rat us out!
My penis took on a whole new urgency. I wanted Frida to bring me over the top, and I began thrusting my re-hardened member inside her again, but she seemed intent on listening to the noise made by the other couple!
After a few more minutes, as I built up toward my release, almost ready to show it off to the others, I heard Frida try to speak, but it was difficult with my lips on hers, so I latched onto a nipple, again, as I increased my pace. I was almost there!
She recognized a voice!
As I finally reached the crest and my penis jetted multiple ropes of hot white seed within her, Frida whispered haltingly, "It's... it's... DADDY!"
Shit! I put my hand over her mouth! Did they hear? They had to!
We heard them giggle. Thankfully, they didn't quite know what they heard, but they incorrectly guessed it was an orgasm expletive!
I guess hole number seven WAS lucky!
I withdrew my withering penis from Frida and we scrambled into our clothes, then back to the parking lot, but Frida wasn't about to leave!
She knew it was her father, out there, and she wanted to find out who he had with him, so she told me we were going to have dinner, here at the club, and her father was paying!
I told her it might not be such a great idea, but she told me how country clubs work. To help maintain the buildings and grounds, there are initiation fees and assessments, and to maintain adequate food and service personnel there is a dining room minimum; at this club, it is five hundred per month, and you pay it even if you don't dine there, so it behooves each member to run up five hundred per month, sort of like use it or lose it!
Tonight, we were using some.
Fortunately, our casual clothing wasn't too outré, and Frida's father was a prominent member, hence she was immediately recognized and we had no problem being seated for dinner.
Talk about opulence! The food choices were sinful! She had lobster. I meekly chose filet mignon. Since we weren't supposed to have wine, I didn't worry about the clash!
But surprise, they didn't hesitate to offer us wine!
I had no clue, but Frida ordered us separate carafes so I could have red while she had white.
After dinner with the salads, the bread, the main course, and the like, Frida ordered the house special dessert for the two of us, telling me to get ready for a treat that can't be purchased, anywhere!
They brought out hot french apple pie a la mode, no big deal by my standards. I asked Frida, "Did they run out, and stick us with this? After all, pie a la mode is hardly a rarity!"
She said, "Look at the ice cream!"
I said, "Vanilla fudge, so?"
She said, "No! It's cherry vanilla fudge! Notice the full cherries imbedded in the vanilla with ribbons of thick, gooey fudge! It's positively awesome!"
"I hope you're talking about the ice cream, baby," came a reply from out of nowhere! Her father was standing behind me, with someone OTHER than Frida's mother!
He went on to say, "I saw your car in the lot, earlier, and I looked for you, but I couldn't find you."
"I was showing Alex, here (gesturing towards me), the grounds," Frida countered while I cringed at the irony of her statement.
She introduced me, "Alex, this is my father, Hugh, and..."
"Miss Macy, my legal aide," Hugh finished, but Frida knew her already, and this meeting confirmed what Frida and her mother always knew, that daddy was a cheat!
The rest of the intros went swimmingly and since her father hadn't eaten yet - at least, not dinner - he allowed us to go our own way after we finished our dessert.
I was scared as hell, but Frida told me that daddy didn't know that she knew Paula Macy, legal slut extraordinaire, and Paula didn't know her, either. I gathered that if there were to be any fireworks from all this, they would occur at Hugh's home, so I kept my mouth shut.
When Frida let me off at my place, I asked her if she enjoyed herself tonight, and she said, "You bet! Especially AFTER dinner!"
Then she went on to say, "I believe Wednesday after school would be perfect for our next time."
I didn't understand, so I made her spell it out for me, "Frida, you told me you were looking to have an orgasm, and that's all you wanted from me. You even made it clear that you weren't looking for any kind of relationship. So what's going on? I might already have plans."
"Nonsense!" She said, "You still have to see mom, and now that we know daddy's been cheating, I want you to treat mom really nice!"
I worried, "Do you really want to ruin your mother's marriage by ratting out your father, at this point in time? After all, you can USE this to blackmail your father and get anything you want!"
She thought about it for a moment, then replied, "You might have something there, but we're still on for Wednesday. I'll see you at school. Ciao!"
And with that, she took off before I could protest any further.
I had a great time. I got off. I had a great dinner and a scrumptious dessert. But now I feel empty, and I don't just mean my balls!
Wednesday arrived much too fast for my comfort. I hadn't yet formulated a plan of action vis-a-vis Frida's mother. I mean, it's not like she's not hot to trot or sexy! She's gorgeous, but somehow, I feel like a calf that's about to become veal!
I needed to think fast, so, remembering that Frida has a nice pool (nicer than even Virgil's), I packed a suit in my gym bag as I left for school.
All day, my mind raced with the negatives that could occur, all involving Frida's father catching me screwing his wife and daughter!
My first line of defense was the 'bimbette' that we know he was doing. What was her name? Oh, yeah! It was Paula Macy. I must remember that name, or else!
As I sat in Trig, bored out of my mind, I started thinking about the afternoon's upcoming encounter with Frida's mother. Would she invite Frida to make it a threesome? Can I convince her to let me do her in the pool? I feel more in control away from their bedrooms.
I must've been animated in my day dreams because I suddenly snapped to attention upon hearing giggles from my classmates. I had apparently been holding my hands in front of my face such that they looked like I was cupping a girl's ass as I licked her pussy. My tongue was out and I had my held tilted back just slightly!
Quickly turning red faced, I returned to my previous moribund countenance, and just in time too, as our teacher, Miss Foxworthy, spun around and asked the class in general what was so funny!
She demanded an answer from the last poor girl who hadn't stopped giggling, one Valerie Copland, who nodded at me and I was busted!
Almost!
I said I was bored, but I knew the work inside and out. The teacher was demonstrating how Pi can be calculated using smaller and smaller triangles and demanded that I finish what she began writing... so I went up to the blackboard (actually, there are no more blackboards and chalk, but whiteboards and grease pens) and produced the first order terms.
Then, after showing the net result (Pi=sin (theta) times 180/theta as theta approaches 0), I decided to show off, saying, "It also works for tan (theta), but it's even more accurate adding both sin and tan and dividing by 360; though in today's age of hand calculators, I just use 355/113! It's compact (not a lot of digits) and it's 12 million times more accurate than 22/7!"
I walked by Miss Foxworthy, whispered, "Shalimar?", and took my seat while the rest of class just gawked at me. I think Valerie owes me a blow job, and I plan to collect on it, although I'd much rather bed Miss Foxworthy, or Foxy (behind her back)!
After that close call, I kept my wits about me for the rest of the day, lest I really get into trouble.
As sure as shootin', when school let out, Frida was on me like stink on shit, and dragged me home with her. The weather was co-operating. It had gotten quite warm.
On the way over there, Frida said she heard about my little peccadillo in Trig class, and that Valerie Copland is ripe for the taking.
I asked her if she had any scoop about the teacher, Miss Foxworthy.
Surprisingly, she did!
She told me that Rachel Foxworthy was a recent graduate of San Jose St. (nearby), had been a cock tease all her life, but never let a boy past second base.
I asked her how she could possibly know all this and she smiled and said, "Simple! She's my cousin!"
I said, "Bullshit! You're just pulling my chain!"
She said, "Okay. Have it your own way; but after you are eighteen and a graduate, I bet I can set you two up, although, don't expect to get past second base, either. She gets off, teasing, but she has yet to find a guy that really mesmerizes her."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said, then pressed on, "So, I was figuring to spend some time in your pool. Do you suppose that can fit into your plans?"
She said, "My plans? You mean mom's plans, but I'll ask her. Who knows? Maybe she'll go for it. Even if she doesn't, you can join me for a dip afterward."
We arrived to find Frida's mom arguing on the phone with her husband, then flip off the switch on her cell phone, as if to cut him off!
She spotted us as we came in, then told me that that was her husband, and he wouldn't be dropping in on us by accident. She had picked a fight deliberately, so he'd either go for a few drinks or eat dinner at the country club until she calmed down.
Somehow, that demonstration of forward thinking removed some of the fear I had about her seemingly casual attitude to having sex with me.
Frida told her mother I liked to swim and she took off with the idea and suggested we all adjourn to the pool. She poured me a wine spritzer and told me where I could change.
After suiting up, I retrieved the spritzer and took up sunbathing on the first chaise lounge I found.
When Frida's mother emerged, I needed no help getting erect. Her husband must be an idiot to cheat on her, unless ofcourse, she's a total bitch!
When Frida didn't emerge, I casually told her mother that even though her husband wasn't likely to show, it might look awkward for anyone else to find Frida's "boyfriend" alone at the pool with her mother.
Her response was, "You won't feel outnumbered with the two of us? I told Frida to stay inside because I thought you might be nervous."
I told her, "I'm only nervous about your husband, not about a threesome!"
She went back inside and re-emerged in a few moments with a drink of her own, nodding back to the house, "She'll be out in a while. Alex, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself."
My curiosity had been piqued, so I asked openly, "Do you know about my Trig teacher, Miss Foxworthy?"
Anna suddenly steeled her eyes at me and said, "You know Alex, I should be insulted that you bring Rachel's name up when we're here, like this. My niece is your teacher, and therefore off limits!"
Quickly sidestepping the confrontation, I clarified, "No. You don't understand what I meant! There was an incident in school today and Frida mentioned that she had heard about it. When she told me Miss... er... Rachel, was her cousin, I thought maybe they compare notes. I wouldn't want this to get out!"
Anna's ire disappeared and she volunteered, "Rachel, as Frida probably told you, likes to string people out, just like her mother's brother, Hugh. Frida takes after her, somewhat, but I've taught her that it's OK to feel pleasure. It's why we all accumulate as much money as we can. Screw Thomas Jefferson's "pursuit of happiness" - It's pursuit of pleasure that he really would've liked to have said."
With that, she smiled and shucked her bikini top, drew my face into her bosom, and invited me to taste her hardening nipples, which I dutifully engulfed.
Anna reached down to feel my own hardness and was satisfied that she turned me on, so much. I wanted to get her into the water where I felt I had more control and I playfully picked her up, drifted to the edge of the pool, then suddenly tossed her into the crystal clear deep end.
Whether she was taken aback or simply was helpless, she began splashing and gurgling that she doesn't swim!
Instinctively, I dove in and pulled her to me, her arms and legs locking onto me like a vise, until I was able to maneuver us to where the bottom came up to meet my feet. Then, in water up to my neck, Anna started working her crotch over me, her tits floating against my cheeks!
Now I knew where Frida got her desire to live dangerously! Her own mother is initiating sex while in water over her non-swimming head!
I reached down and tugged my suit off, then pulled down Anna'a panty as well, leaving us both naked.
I moved us until I had her pinned to the pool wall. Then, I spun us so she faced the pool wall and she took the hint, holding onto the edge of the pool while I took a breath and lowered down under water.
When my tongue made contact with her pussy, she used her legs deftly, almost choking off what air I had.
With a finger, I probed and found her G-spot on my second air gulp. Now, her pelvis ground onto my digit and tongue in turn until my lungs were ready to burst.
When I came up for air behind her, Anna let go of the edge of the pool and spun, facing me, and slid right down onto my rigid pole which stuck straight out as her groove squatted over it.
I gently lifted her, just so, aligned my penis, then lowered her properly, the head parting her smooth sentinel labia and insinuating itself an inch or so.
Her nature took over, lowering her pussy more and more until it was all the way inside her.
Now, with the buoyancy provided by the water, I was able to treat Anna to a ride, unlike any E-ticket at Disneyland, as her pussy rose and fell over my penis like the pitching of a ship in ocean swells.
With the invigorating water, I could've kept this up for an hour, I suppose, but Anna's string of orgasms triggered my desire to unload, and I moved us into shallower water where Anna's feet could touch the bottom.
Then, I really began pounding it into her in violent upthrusts, but she had another shock for me - she told me I had to pull out - that she had to go off her pills for a while because of hormonal imbalances that had made her sick.
I called her bluff, "Nonsense, baby! You're just trying to stimulate me into a real beauty!"
I felt her struggle. She was good! She swore it was the truth.
I told her, "Okay, then let me cum in your rectum!" I removed my penis and lined it up at her bung hole and pressed forward, getting the head inside her.
She was in some discomfort when I rammed another few inches inside her, and my penis started spewing.
The initial squirt was all I needed to loosen her up and suddenly she slid almost all the way down on it as I creamed her poop cave wildly!
As we calmly stood in shallower water, I asked Anna if she was kidding for effect or not, and she told me that it was true - that she had to go off her pills.
I told her, "Wow! You really do live dangerously. I may not have been able to pull out in time, and I promise you this: Next time I won't pull out!"
There, that ought to scare her away from me for a while!
Frida came out, as if right on cue, and waded into the water next to us.
I expected to have to service HER now, but there's no end to their surprises. Mother and daughter just suddenly locked in a decidedly lesbian embrace, Frida lips suckling on a nipple like sixteen years ago!
Feeling useless, I swam around the pool, retrieving Anna's and my suits and placing them at the pool's edge.
When I rejoined the girls, Frida's suit was also up on the edge of the pool while she ground her pussy against her mother's.
My bone was now back, more angry and rampant then before and I tried to find a home for it within one woman or the other.
Frida was really getting it on with her mother, so I came up behind her and placed my steaming hot penis in the groove of her ass cheeks, content with simply intragluteal intercourse.
Frida seemed distracted, like she didn't want me bothering her, so I got bold. I interposed myself and took control of Anna, shoving my penis back inside her vagina and threatening to cum inside her womb!
"Baby! Stop him!" Cried Anna.
Frida had no strength to stop me so she dove under water and tried to bite my balls!
I parried that attack easily, but it gave me a new idea: I dragged us all to even shallower water as I continued fucking Anna. This prevented Frida from another dive!
Frida suddenly got this resigned look in her face and squatted next to us with her mouth open and her eyes shut, saying, "Do it, here!"
Not really wanting to get Anna pregnant and myself killed, I pulled it from her vagina and stuffed it into Frida mouth, but only half way.
But that's all it took! Within a moment, it started in my balls, worked its way through the seminal tube and finally shot into Frida's mouth, again and again and again!
I didn't choke her, and what she couldn't swallow, she let drip out. he wasn't all the worse for wear, but she was pissed at me!
She told me, "Just for that, you can walk home, you prick!"
After Frida told me to walk home, I gave her a chance to calm down, saying, "Do you really want to go shopping for another stud so soon... and then have to wonder whether I play the revenge game?"
Her ears pinned back, so I quickly soothed her, "Relax," I said, "I'm NOT a "Corleone" (referring to a famous 'revenger' of fiction).
With a little thought, Frida could've deduced quite easily: How can I rat them out to Hugh without my own ass being dragged into this?
Despite her half hearted struggles, I pulled her close to me and gently admonished her, using a question, "How can someone like your mother, there, be so cunning as to pick a fight with her husband in order to prevent him from coming home prematurely, then invite a hormone gushing teenager into her own unprotected pussy?"
"It makes no sense to me!" I continued, "And to tell you the truth, if I were Hugh, I might scoot home just to confront her; and then the shit might really hit the fan!"
Frida's attitude changed from 'pissed off' to a combination of defensiveness and bragging, "Give us a little credit, will you? Mom knows dad like the back of her hand, and when dad plays his next game of bury the salami with Paula, she expects a private detective to capture it on film!"
Frida softened a bit more, "Tell me," she said, "What exactly happened in class with my cousin Rachel?"
I told her, "I was day dreaming about this afternoon when suddenly I had my head tilted back, my tongue out, and my hands cupped like this (demonstrating), and I guess the class thought I was gesturing that I would love to be 'eating' Rachel!"
Frida let out a soft, contented laugh, one that is totally disarming and I suddenly knew that I would not have to walk home, today.
I got the distinct impression that Frida was going to tell Rachel exactly what made the class laugh, just as a form of one-upmanship with her cousin.
I didn't mind though, as long as she mentioned that I was doing it for... well, she better say herself and not her mother, unless they're all kinky!
Changing the subject back to Frida's mother, I asked Frida, "So, what's the deal gonna be with your mom? She obviously likes to live dangerously, what with the pool and no protection."
Frida smiled broadly and said, "Mom's into fantasy! She a better swimmer than most. As for the possible pregnancy, that was news to me. I had no way to know if it was true, but it spiced up the sex, don't you agree?"
"Well," I replied, "it made me more nervous than a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs, but whatever works for you two..."
Next day at school, Valerie Copland, who had almost gotten me busted by Rachel... er, Miss Foxworthy, came up to me in home room and apologized while passing me a note!
She asked me not to read the note until last period!
Figuring it might be some kind of test, I had no trouble waiting until last period to read her note.
We had the last two classes together, today, and just as we left the day's penultimate class, Valerie suddenly said to me, "Animal House!"
I looked puzzled and said, "What am I supposed to say, Toga party?"
She said, "If you had already read the note, then you would not have been able to contain a smile or a laugh. I owe you one."
She didn't tell me NOT to read the note, just that I should wait until last period, so, after sitting down a few rows across from her, I opened up the paper and read just two words, "blow job", and sure enough, I smiled broadly.
I wasn't interested in any relationship with Val at this time so I certainly wasn't going to act like some freshman and ask, "When?" repeatedly; I merely filed it away in memory. Valerie might be all talk!
With the weekend coming up, I found myself with no plans and nothing promising in the fire, so I casually asked my sister, Angie, to tell me what she knew about Valerie Copland.
She told me that Valerie likes to break up couples by offering to 'blow' the guy, and then making sure the girl found out about it. It's her way of paying back guys for ignoring her! (She's just shy of dating material.)
I decided to call up Frida and let her in on this.
Frida couldn't make up her mind whether I was trying to get HER to blow me or if I was just bragging!
I guess it might have seemed that way, but I assured her that I was just seeking advice on how to proceed from here.
She told me, "Call her bluff! Tell her blow jobs are for freshmen. It's put out or shut up! I'll bet she wimps out!"
I called Valerie's bluff and she raised! She offered to go all the way if I could bring her off before the act. We set it up for the following Saturday night.
Monday at school, Frida got pissed off at me when I told her! Then, she had her own little seduction in the works with, "THIS Saturday night, we're having a party here at our pool... and Rachel will be here!"
"So," I said to her, "I guess it's dump Valerie if I want to come to your party, right?"
Frida said, "I don't care what you do with Valerie. I expect to see you on Saturday night!"
Right then and there, I decided to play both ends against the middle and I told Valerie what Frida said and I invited her to come with me to the party!
She had said, "I don't care what you do with Valerie", so I took that, literally!
Saturday night, we showed up together at the party!
Valerie shone. Frida sizzled, but she stayed civil.
Later, the older men played cards in the rec room while I wanted to cool off with a swim. Frida was only too happy to remind me that my trunks were still there from my last visit. (score one)
Then, seeing Valerie strip down to her shorts, she got real smart-alecky, "We don't allow cut-offs in the pool. You can borrow one of mom's suits." (As if to suggest that she couldn't fit into any of Frida's which is probably true.)
She got this white with blue stripe affair that actually looked good on her! (score one for Val)
When she dove into the pool, I thought I was seeing double because our teacher, Rachel, had on this blue outfit with whites stripes which looked almost the same!
With the assortment of cousins and kids of guests, there were about seven or eight guys in the pool when someone suggested we play 'shark'.
Now, I don't know how it's played in your neck of the woods, but here, it's one step removed from 'truth or dare', subbing as a 'loose excuse to squeeze some caboose'!
The dozen assorted girls were: seven adults, including Frida's mother and Rachel, and five teens including Valerie and Frida.
With the sun setting, Frida mother exited the pool, almost immediately, and doused the patio lights, throwing us into near total blackness, just two underwater lights making for an eerie glow!
I swam right into the crotch of... wait a minute! Was it Valerie or Rachel? (It was blue & white)
In the next few seconds, Frida's mother doused the pool lights, as well, leaving everyone blinded!
Content that it was Valerie when she let me lower the panty to 'mangia' at her steaming vulva, her pussy hairs wafting gently in the pool water, I was determined to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible, then claim my vaginal prize before they re-lit the pool!
Valerie was stronger than I ever expected, ramming my face against her crotch and then almost choking off my oxygen when she clamped those thighs on me!
Since we had moved to the pool wall, I remembered the moves I had put on Frida and her mother recently and I kissed my way up Val's body, hearing that special breathing that betells a girl's orgasm.
Feeling my approaching lips, Val opened her top and took my mouth to her right nipple, which satisfied me for a few seconds.
When I switched nipples, my penis brushed against those wispy, flowing hairs and I felt her recoil!
Sensing she was gonna get cold feet, I pounced, taking hold of my rampant penis, and aiming it home just as her protest was about to get verbal!
She got verbal, all right! She grunted and mewled, "Oh, oh, unnnnh, ohhhhhhh, awwwwww, uhhhhhh," as my penis sawed into her!
Shit! I think I took her cherry! If the pool lights suddenly came on, EVERYONE would know it, too!
The initial pain having subsided, I started that old rhythm, born of the cavemen, pounding myself inside this lovely feeling penis glove at a wonderfully increasing pace until we thrashed like salmon at their final shallows, not ceasing until the spawning had occurred, my penis jetting rope after rope after rope of white hot baby goo into her very depths!
As we separated, and the cool water hitting my steaming member detumesced it quickly, I stirred up the surrounding water to dissipate any evidence of the theft of her maidenhead.
Val had put her head on my shoulder and was sobbing gently, one word, "Finally!"
I HAD taken her cherry!
Then the underwater lights came on and I noticed the suit! Blue with white stripes!
I had just stolen the maidenhead of my teacher, Miss Rachel Foxworthy!
And my penis was getting erect again, under water, at just the very THOUGHT of it!
Pretending innocence, I whispered, "There, there, Val. You were great. It'll never hurt again and you've got your whole life in front of you!"
Rachel looked at me with tears in her eyes and pleaded for me not to say anything.
I acted shocked when I saw her eyes, but I told her that as far as I was concerned, I had 'done' one of my school mates.
Rachel left the pool, quickly, while the lights were still down. I remained while my boner continued to throb in the afterglow!
Valerie (the real one) got her vagina blasted, too, but it was with Frida's second cousin, Rob, so we ended up the night with a final score of 3-2 Frida!
Despite everything that occurred, I think Valerie had a good time.
I KNOW I DID!
The Monday following my escapade at Frida's party, I got another note from Valerie Copland.
This time, I was allowed to read it whenever I wanted, but I chose not to read it while she was still watching me.
While sitting in my first period class, waiting for the 'late bell' to ring, I opened the note and read:
"I'm sorry for what happened at Frida's party. You know I couldn't have planned it, but now that it's happened, I hope you will not begrudge me for taking up with Rob."
Ofcourse, it was signed with just the V.
Wow! She doesn't know. She thinks I just toyed with Frida while she got the full package. Now, she's 'stuck' on the guy and she's even apologizing to me, in a way, because she thinks she's dumping me!
Only too happy to play along, I told Frida about it as soon as possible, so that she could be a 'cover story' while claiming victory over Valerie, at the same time.
Meanwhile, I couldn't wait to see Rachel Foxworthy, and her reactions to my presence.
To my amazement, Miss Foxworthy looked subdued, not nervous at all, and she NEVER made direct eye contact with me during Monday's class. I heard the bell ring and I was ready to dash out when suddenly Rachel said, "Oh, Alex, please see me after school, today." She never looked up, even as she spoke.
As school ended, it was me who became nervous, as I strode to Miss Foxworthy's classroom.
I took my usual seat, near the window, but Rachel told me to sit in the first seat, right next to the teacher's desk, while she worked with some other students that required her immediate attention.
As I observed, the usual cadre of detention creeps was not present. Everyone in the classroom, except me, was there on business, so to speak.
When it got down to just Rachel and me, she began talking in a low voice, telling me to remain sullen, as if on detention, if anyone should suddenly enter.
Her side of what happened went like this: "Alex, what happened Saturday night is quite complicated. I was 'date raped' by one of Frida's party guests. If I turned up pregnant, and my assailant turned out to be one of my students, all kinds of hell would break loose, including my dismissal, his expulsion, and possible criminal charges. Then would come more questions, the answers to which none of us want out in the open."
She continued, "Frida says you're discreet. Please continue to be so. I saw the outfit that Valerie was wearing that night. That you thought it was HER you raped, would not be a legal defense, I assure you."
She concluded, "Don't ever pursue this or me or the potential consequences would be frightful. Agreed?"
I told her, also without looking up, "As far as I'm concerned, I made it with Valerie, last Saturday, but I'll refrain from telling any guy who asks, that she was the hottest chick that I ever touched. Since Valerie has just 'dumped' me for your cousin Rob, she's not likely to be talking, anyway. Besides, she thinks I made it with Frida."
Then, I asked her how her story might play out.
She told me, "I ran from the pool, meeting Anna, and I told her I needed to get to the bathroom, right away, that I was suddenly menstruating. That way, if anyone questioned a discolored spot in the pool, I had a cover story."
I was impressed by her quick thinking, and asked her to confirm what I thought, "So then, we're the only ones who know for sure?"
Her reply was, "Let's keep it that way."
I pressed on, "You know, Frida is going to ask me all sorts of questions, especially when she finds out from Valerie or Rob that THEY screwed. She'll know I touched someone else, and our silence might undo us, unless..."
With a bit of annoyance in her voice, Rachel told me to continue.
I said, "Unless we admit - there HAS to be other witnesses - that we were thrown together! We could say that I got to 'second base' before you got your period, when you suddenly broke off. Only after leaving the pool, did you discover it was me, which is actually true."
This time, Rachel was impressed with MY thinking and she said, "Agreed. It's very plausible. Just stick to that story!"
I felt like a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I went home, contented that a scandal had been averted.
Later at night after homework, my sister (Angie) shocked the living shit out of me when she blurted, "What's going on between you and Miss Foxworthy?"
I turned ashen and countered, "What are you talking about?"
Angie went on to say how the whole school was abuzz with my pretending to 'eat her out' while Miss Foxworthy was at the blackboard, last week.
I told Angie, "I was day-dreaming about my date with Frida, later on and I got carried away.
Angie said, "Yeah, sure! It's a likely story," and she hit me with a throw pillow.
She ran toward her room as I retrieved the pillow, her body shirt riding up to reveal that she wore no panties, underneath!
I left the throw pillow and stalked her, slowly and silently. As I approached her door and moved it, I could 'feel' something sailing through the air, confirmed by a thud, just a second later, as one of her bed pillows struck the door.
I barged inside to catch Angie sitting as only girls can do, with their knees forward and their legs flared out on each side.
I took the pillow that had hit the door and pretended that I was going to suffocate Angie with it.
She put up a mock struggle, grabbing at my pecker while 'struggling' to land on her ass, and with her legs parting!
I dove right in, the spontaneity of the moment causing my penis to erect, wantonly!
When I got my face buried in Angie's pussy, the fight went out of her, even playfully.
I had no trouble raising her body shirt up to her neck as I engulfed a nipple, sensing it had grown some since my last taste.
Since her pussy had responded to my lips, just a few moments earlier, I smelled her funkiness which beckoned to my penis.
Even as I tasted my little sister's nipples, she was taking hold of my penis and inserting it into her opening, just a few inches.
Having been excited by the spontaneous foreplay, I had no desire to prolong this indefinitely, so when I got about halfway inside, I pulled back just slightly, then slammed home my penis, burying it all the way inside my sister Angie's young teen body!
We fucked like there was no tomorrow until, all too soon, my penis erupted its lava near Angie's cervix.
After I released from Angie, and while she was still humming with pleasure, she asked me, seriously, if I really had the 'hots' for Miss Foxworthy.
Realizing the trap if I admitted to having 'had' her, I only half confessed, "I really was thinking about Frida, but now that you mention 'Foxy', I wouldn't mind trying her out, if I had the chance!"
I was content with myself for squirming out of that one, but Angie had a shocker ready for me!
She said, "Billy's friend Virgil, y'know Tara's's brother, has had a few dates with her. With a little luck, she might turn up at one of those pool parties where 'anything goes'.
My jaw dropped as I asked, "Did she go all he way, or is she just a cock teaser, like I suspect?"
That certainly diverted suspicion that I might've made it with her, but Angie's answer reminded me that there was another direction that this could take. She said, "What difference does it make when we could spike her drink?"
I responded, "Holy shit! I think you want to try her for yourself," I told Angie.
Angie smiled and said, "We could be a threesome."
I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine because I might lose control of the situation and everything could become public knowledge, if we drugged Rachel!
With me staring at the ceiling, Angie became impatient, asking, "So? Do you want to try her or not?"
I said, "Give me time to think. If this ever got out or I got her pregnant, I could be expelled. I have to decide if the risk is worth it."
I had already decided that the risk was too much, but I didn't want Angie to try any sort of plan-B, so I bought some time to think about alternatives, "Let me sleep on it." I told my sister. "I'll let you know tomorrow night, okay?"
As I went to sleep, I just knew I'd be wet dreaming of Rachel and me, together again!
And I did!
I had a long internet conversation with Virgil about Rachel Foxworthy, hoping to get a few insights about her, but Virgil, although he answered me, he couched his answers to be deliberately vague. I got the distinct impression that he still had the 'hots' for her!
I asked him how Tara was and he said she was doing fine.
I quickly ran out of small talk and cut to the proverbial chase. I asked Virgil what he thought of my sister, Angie's idea of slipping Rachel some exstasy at one of his parties. He missed the point, thinking I was talking about HIM, and his response told volumes.
He said, "I've always had a hankering for Rachel. Let me mull it over, for a while."
"Oh, DUH!" I insulted back. "I meant for ME, not for you!"
Virgil laughed and said, "Are you crazy? You'd be risking expulsion. Besides, you'd have no chance with her. She's your own school teacher. Even if she was a risk taker, you'd never get past second base, believe me!"
Obviously, the temptation to brag was quite strong, but I kept my mouth shut. I just asked Virgil to keep his options open, down the road, and he was more than willing.
Then, I told Angie, "Not right away, with Miss Foxworthy, but Virgil says to give it time and he'll see what he can do."
Meanwhile, on another front, Frida's mother wanted another bout with me, and now that I had acquired leverage, I pressed my advantage by making demands.
The first demand seemed petty, I'm sure, but I had my reasons: Any more requests by Frida's mother would have to come via Miss Foxworthy, including this current one!
(If my school work started pulling down my grades, I wanted Rachel to know the source of the problem! It also let her know that I played my role, but very discreetly.)
My second demand was for a 'neutral territory'. I felt intimidated by my surroundings at Anna's house, even when it was just Frida and me.
Since Anna preferred a daytime dalliance, this demand proved much more difficult than initially expected.
But I had the makings of a plan! I'm no mastermind, but it seems to me to be a great stepping stone if I could show Virgil that I was 'doing' Rachel's aunt, and better yet for me, if Virgil became interested.
I wouldn't mind a foursome with Virgil and Tara. He has the daytime 'safe house' to go with Anna's desires. It would serve to separate Anna and Frida, preventing them from ganging up on me.
I still pined for Tara, but I had nothing in the hopper that could throw us together, until now!
The third demand, Anna had already assumed, and that was that Frida wasn't invited to her mother's latest assignations, and since Anna would now have to go through Rachel, it would leave Frida out of the loop, entirely! If that pissed her off, then it was too bad! Maybe she'd lose interest. I wouldn't care. The only one in that family that interests me is Rachel. If this made them lose interest, Then so be it. Who knows? Rachel might see a 'clear field' with me and let herself go.
The first time around almost became a disaster!
Virgil didn't particularly hit it off with Anna, and Tara got pissed off at me for placing another stumbling block between her brother and her! I mean, she was pregnant with his child, and here he was, playing stud/host!
To make matters worse for Anna, her husband came home unexpectedly, while we were sexually engaged, (It averted a larger disaster that I chose a 'road trip' for Anna!) and Frida's frantic cell phone call put a damper on the day's activities!
As for Tara, I asked her why was she so angry? It wasn't like she was being left out. I was there for her, and a little variety should've been a welcome change of pace!
It was a definite blow to my ego that Tara didn't give two shits about me. I had gotten the mistaken impression that we had 'something' together, but I couldn't even begin to replace Virgil, in her mind, so my whole plot to get next to her, even in her pregnant condition, was on the verge of collapse!
I always felt that Virgil enjoyed playing around. His co-operation in this latest escapade seemed to prove that out, and I felt justified in reminding Tara that, in her all too young life, virtually all the new friends that she has met, including me, have come about via sexual dalliances!
But I thought that she and I had something better, that there was more than just sex, between us. I really did have special feelings for her.
She hit me below the belt! She said, "Thank you, Dr. fucking Alex! I took your cherry. All boys fondly remember their first times! (Ouch!)
When hurt, guys tend to say anything to soothe their bruised egos, and I was no different, saying, "Well, you weren't exactly my first sexual encounter, or my second. I just couldn't talk about the previous ones."
It was Tara's turn to play 'doctor'! She figured it out, "Oh, yes! Just like me, your sibling rivalry turned into 'sibling revelry' for your first forays into sex!
I paused, while looking directly into Tara's eyes, waiting while she returned the stare, and then I softened my voice to say, "Do you remember our first meeting, one on one? I don't mean that pool party, but the day at your pool when I made us those 'seawater cocktails' and you got high and we..."
She said, "Ofcourse. You got me drunk and then you screwed me!"
I recoiled, "It wasn't exactly like that! You seduced me, but never mind that."
I gently placed my palm against her bulging child, while I uttered a fateful choice of words, "With any luck, this would've been our child. Your mother even suggested it WAS."
Perhaps it was the paternal way I touched her, or perhaps it was the reference to her child (as mine) being lucky, but either way, Tara suddenly recalled everything good we had together, her scowl softening into a smile, that wonderful smile that makes any girl more beautiful!
She leaned forward, as if to kiss me, then abruptly changed her tune, saying, "Here! Put your ear up against me. Listen to him kick!"
I placed my ear to Tara's abdomen, listening intently, but I heard nothing.
Then, while I was already so proximate, I playfully started kissing Tara's bulging tummy, dipping my tongue against her former 'insy' navel, but now, another erogenous zone for me to stimulate!
Suddenly, I felt Tara's hands, together on the back of my head, coaxing me lower...
Knowing I wasn't going to be able to speak, much longer, I uttered, "Oh! Tara, honey! I do love you, baby!"
With that, and her insistent hands working my head, I lowered her panty away and dipped my face into her musky vulva, my tongue searching out and finally latching onto Tara's (perhaps) neglected clit.
I let her ride herself against my face, ignoring my bulging boner, for the moment.
We were in a somewhat awkward position, so I simply broke off contact and laid on the floor.
Tara got the idea and lowered my pants, then deftly squatted back down onto my waiting face.
After seating herself properly, she dutifully leaned forward until she could wrap her hand around my rampant penis and place the tip inside her mouth.
After her second orgasm, she lifted off me and turned around!
I smiled lovingly as Tara hovered over my penis and I asked her, "Are you sure?"
She placed the tip at her opening, lowered just enough for entry, then said to me, "It could be tight, so just let me do the work."
It was all I could do to prevent my hips from going into automatic, as Tara worked herself onto my penis. When it was halfway inside her, she began her fucking motions over it, spreading our juices enough to ease the initial friction.
There was some difficulty in her upright position, so she leaned forward, allowing her tummy to make contact with mine. When that happened, I lost all restraint, and my hips bolted another inch inside her!
She had no trouble taking it. As a matter of fact, it facilitated everything, for seconds later, Tara lowered one of her swelling breasts to my lips while her vagina lowered completely over my whole penis!
There was really no room to withdraw and plunge, as in a normal copulation, but the bucking action of my hips probably caused my penis to gain and retreat about an inch, but that inch was well inside Tara!
But even that motion built up in cadence, as we rode this to the limit of endurance.
It was Tara's repeated words, "Yes, yes, yes, YES!" that triggered my orgasm, as I shot six or seven ropes of baby cream against her cervix to begin their futile attempt to impregnate her, again!
As we cleaned up, I told Tara the truth, saying, "You know, this whole episode was designed just so I could see you again."
She smiled and said, "You don't need to be a mastermind, Alex. You are always welcome, even without a scenario."
Then she added, " And I love you, too!"
Nothing that comes from Anna's mess could ruin today for me.
As my dreams played out, I wanted Rachel Foxworthy so badly. But then, I wanted Tara, too! Circumstances being what they are, neither possibility seemed likely.
Then there was Angie. Not to sound selfish, but she's my sister. She'll always be there for me, even if/or after I'm married!
Suddenly, it dawned on me that Virgil and Tara needn't play house, that they would always have eachother, likewise.
If only I could find a way to make it a foursome, a cohabiting foursome, with Tara, Rachel, Virgil, and me, I'd stop dreaming about everything else!
My senior year under way at school, I'd have no classes with Rachel, so even seeing her was going to be extremely diffcult. There was just no way, without bringing Anna and Frida back into the picture, and I had worn out my welcome with them, too!
Tara was going through a difficult time with her pregnancy, and that made Virgil somewhat edgy.
With all the trim I had gotten in my junior year, senior year was promising to be a total bust, by comparison.
I guess you could say that this is when you need family, the most.
Only in my case, it wasn't for emotional support - it was for sexual release.
With all my dalliances at school, last term, it was easy to drift away from the incest that had begotten all of this, and with our parents now mixing with their own age group, Evie engaged to some rock star, Billy dating two women at the same time, and Angie still playing threesome with the twins, Ryan & Jerri, I suddenly realized that I might not even be welcome for more incest!
Suddenly, my spontaneous sexual outlets were drying up and I couldn't cope with that!
One night, I drifted into Evie's room and tried to initiate something.
You think we had never fucked from her reaction!
Eve made it perfectly clear that that phase of her life was over, and that I had better get used to it.
Angie was next, and she must have been lectured by Eve, because she essentially told me the same thing, but with less conviction than her older sister sported.
Armed by this notion, I took her!
She struggled against my impending rape by saying just two words repeatedly, "Alex! Don't!"
When I continued to strip her naked, she didn't put up a struggle, a struggle that my eyes told her would be futile.
She let me move her limbs as if she were a mannequin, and her stare into infinity was disturbed only by the tears which welled up in her eyes!
As I knelt over this trembling body, her stomach rising and falling with each new breath, her musk still betraying her words, my mind suddenly flashed my entire sexual life before my eyes, and I felt shame!
I had come this close to raping my own baby sister, never mind that we had already had sex before, and I broke down, laying my face on her tummy, as I slobbered my apologies through my tears.
Then, I felt her hands on either side of my head, bidding it up, and she said, "Alex, I am so proud of you that you didn't complete this. I'm not sure I could ever live in the same house with you again if you had, and for what we DID have together, I'll do it, but only this one last time with you."
"Oh, Angie, you don't know how much I need you, right now!" I moaned.
"Yes I do," came her reply, "Otherwise, this would never have happened."
From somewhere deep in my psyche, I wanted to seduce Angie back into my fold, as it were, and I proceeded to lick her raw, trying to make this the best sex she ever had; but I had forgotten that it's not just the sex, but one's thoughts, one's feelings while performing!
For instance, despite Anna's good looks, I never had the same intensity as when I was with Tara.
When I had taken Rachel Foxworthy, I was under the impression that it was Valerie Copland. Only AFTER finding out it was Rachel did I place the wonderful feelings with the sex!
I now knew that Angie was beneath me only in flesh, not in spirit and essentially, she was allowing me to masturbate inside her!
But my practiced tongue, at least, created a heat she couldn't deny, and her wriggling pussy, against my face, announced her first orgasm, so I kissed my way up to her tits!
After tonguing both nipples to firmness, I hovered over my little sister, waiting for her to grant me the final permission.
When she took hold of my lance and rubbed it about her sopping wet opening, I just hunched steadily, watching her eyes bulge with my entry.
I humped as slowly as I ever did, allowing Angie to feel every millimter of my penis, as it scraped her heated bud, repeatedly.
Despite herself, she became unglued sort of, rocking her head from side to side, which tiggered my hips to speed up.
It reminded me of when we were in Shayla's bed, slamming next to her, as her brother (Ving) was blasting his seed into Shayla!
With Shayla claiming to be unsafe, I had experienced an extra vicarious thrill, and I was recapturing that feeling now, as my penis sped up to 'frappe', in its thrusting speed wihin Angie.
Angie's little moans, moans she was trying to hold back, triggered me further, my hips pounding steadily now, and I prayed that Angie would remember that thrill and utter those final trigger words!
Angie knew what I liked to hear, and she didn't disappoint me, saying, "Alex, take it out. Take it out, NOW! Hurry!"
Just on the mere suggestion that she wasn't safe, my penis began spurting load after load, deep inside her, until I was totally drained.
As I pulled my softening member from her, I expected some form of communication, but all I got was a hint of orgasm through her still dewy eyes, but not a single word from her!
I uttered the trite, "I love you, Angie."
But she suddenly steeled herself and said just three more words, "Get over it!"
I promised to leave her alone, if that's what she wanted.
The rest of my senior year was a relative hell!
I even wound up playing lacrosse and gaining a letter!
Because of the sports, I still had access to the cheerleaders, but Shayla and Frida essentially put the kibosh on my tomcatting and only a few opportunities arose, not nearly enough to satisfy my aching penis!
Right around graduation, I heard the bad news about Tara: She had lost the baby, way back towards Christmas time.
There was no accident or anything like that. It just wasn't meant to be!
Without being invited, I went there to see Tara, arriving to see Rachel Foxworthy's car, parked nearby!
What goes on inside the heads of teenagers, parents would pay millions to know, but in MY case, I concocted this scenario in which Virgil had begun playing around with Rachel. (He had said he had a hankering for her.)
Now my concern was that Tara somehow found out about it, and did the unthinkable!
I turned out to be right about the former, but wrong about the latter.
Tara had miscarried, not misadventured, and she was pleasantly surprised to see me.
When she saw me, she just needed to be held, right then and apparently so did I, as we talked at length about giving her another baby, if she still wished and I volunteered to be the father, if need be!
I had yet to determine if Virgil and Rachel had been seeing eachother before or after Tara's miscarriage; I still worried after Tara, and her brother's apparent abuse of her trust.
So now, my protective side manifested and I decided to confront Rachel about her new involvement with Virgil.
With graduation aside, I could not be expelled so easily, post facto, but Rachel could still be fired, and I really let her have it, reminding her that she had a shot with Virgil (before), but had cut him loose!
She got really nervous when she thought I might rat her out over my hurt at being snubbed for virgil, but I assured her that I could remain discreet. It was my concern over Tara that precipitated this tirade.
Wow! It WAS, wasn't it?
A few weeks later, when Tara was feeling better, I visited again, and this time, I had words with Virgil, in private.
I really let him have it, about the way he mistreated Tara, suggesting even, that it might have precipitated the miscarriage!
He should've taken a swing at me for that, and he DID, but with his retort, "Look who has the nerve to judge ME about incest! Do you forget that Billy and I are tight? Do you think I don't know about YOUR fucked up sex life?"
Then, as I readied for what I thought was a right cross, his left hand pressing on my right shoulder, Virgil's voice changed to one of honest question, "Alex, is this shit really over Tara, or are you pissed that Rachel is seeing me, and not you?"
Dumbfoundedly, I stared into infinity for a few moments until I realized that perhaps it was BOTH! The two most favorite females that I had ever encountered were now in Virgil's "stable", so to speak!
Then, I realized that the forbidden nature of my sexual relations was a titillating enticement, first with my sisters, then with my teacher, but my feelings for Tara had nothing to do with any of that. We had just hit it off, despite our other lovers.
Virgil saw that I was having trouble with my thoughts as I would open my mouth to speak, then stare away while nothing came out.
"I know that you like my little sister." he said, "Tara has special feelings for you, too."
"As for Rachel, you were... well, never mind about that. What's important is that we can all get along together. Do you get my drift?" Virgil had something in mind that I just had trouble fathoming.
I wasn't sure what Virgil's drift WAS, so he expanded on it, "Society doesn't sit well with incest, despite how often it is actually practiced on the 'Q-T'. So now, I have this large three bedroom house. Rachel will be moving in. Tara will be devastated unless, ofcourse..."
"Oh, YES! YES!" I shouted when I realized that I could be the 'fourth'.
So I asked, "Who else knows what you've just proposed to me?"
"No one else. Only us!" Virgil smiled.
The possibilities were endless! I even got a 'woody', thinking about them, until Virgil reminded me, "Hey sport! I'm not Ryan! That's right - I even know about HIM, so don't get carried away! You're job is to make sure Tara is happy, first. After that, we'll see what develops."
I went home thinking, "Wow! I was ready to slug Virgil when I went there, but he up and saved my whole miserable life! I was now going to be next to the two girls I've always wanted."
Since I was still going to San Jose St. while Virgil and Rachel were earning salaries, I had to do a lot of the chores when I was home.
Though high school was out, Rachel still taught the laggards in summer school so they could move up to the next grade, or graduate.
I was elated to be where I was and no amount of chores could scare me away!
For a few months, we were like two families living in the same house.
The immodesty of prancing around nude did not bother us and Virgil kept Rachel pleased while I THOUGHT I did the same with Tara!
Then one day, as I got out of class early (I was taking accelerated summer classes), I came in quietly by chance and happened to hear my Tara in the throes of sexual orgasm, and she was moaning Virgil's name!
They still had it on for eachother!
Feeling somewhat betrayed, I planned on taking Rachel, in revenge!
But upon further thought, if SHE wasn't for that (and why would she be unless I ratted Virgil out?), then I could find myself out on the street!
I put my ego away and reminded myself that here, at least, Virgil was King, and I would even have to cover for him, if need be!
The interesting part would be whether or not Tara admitted her dalliance to me, unless Virgil ordered it a kept secret.
But that idea would never come to pass, or even get a chance to, once I saw Rachel's car!
When Rachel drove up, I knew the shit was about to hit the fan, so I acted out of desperation, determined to protect Virgil!
I grabbed a big piece of watermelon from the fridge, got a knife, and began to slice.
Just as Rachel walked through the door, I cut myself, as if startled by her!
I made such a racket as I screamed out in pain that if the two kids upstairs hadn't heard me fumbling around, they certainly did now!
I asked Rachel to help me with the wound and I thought I felt the ceiling rumble when Tara and Virgil leapt out of bed!
As Rachel lent a hand, she asked matter of factly why Virgil's car was in the driveway?
I said, "He just got home and ran upstairs. I don't know whether it was to retrieve something for the office or if he got out early and was getting ready for a swim; or maybe he just had to take a leak!"
By now, I felt sure I had saved the day, and I expected some form of thank you from Tara AND Virgil, especially since I earned a 'purple heart' (so to speak) in their defense.
They heard my cover story upstairs and came down in swim wear, looking at my wound while Virgil commented, "Be careful there, Alex; you might ruin a perfectly good piece of fruit! :)"
He smiled as he exited for the pool, while Tara took over treating me as Rachel escaped to get into HER swim clothes.
As she finished up, Tara whispered to me, "You heard us, didn't you?"
I closed my eyes dejectedly and shook my head (yes).
Tara hugged me while placing her head sideways against my chest and saying, "Thank you for being so understanding."
I didn't need to tell her she's welcome because my stiffening erection tented my pants against her crotch!
Rachel came by in her swim suit and you could tell she was in a horny hurry to screw Virgil as she quickly said, while passing, "Hi. (pause) Bye!"
Tara smiled up at me and said, "She might be disappointed. I left him with a hair trigger!"
I smiled back, "What about you?"
Her answer took the tacit form of squatting low and tugging at my zipper.
When she couldn't get it to move, I added the man's touch: I undid my belt and snap, letting her lower my pants all the way down, yanking the jockeys along with them.
As her mouth closed over my already hard penis, I didn't want to waste time with preliminaries.
I tugged off Tara's bikini bottom and lifted her onto the kitchen table, which forced her to let go of my penis.
While she was seated, she undid her bra piece and I mouthed her burning nipples.
In moments, she was ready, so I lifted her onto my penis which she had grabbed to align with her still dilated vagina.
I slid into her like a warm knife in butter while her legs wrapped around my waist in their own death grip.
My hands cupping her buns, we humped standing up, Tara reaching her next plateau while the 'seed of discontent', so to speak, boiled up in my scrotum!
Tara's practiced contractions finally milked my snake into spitting its lovely venom all the way inside her grateful love channel.
As we came down from our 'spontaneous combustion', Tara and I cuddled while she spoke words that were music to my ears, "You're a good soul, Alex. I only hope that we can warm Rachel up enough so that we can truly become a foursome."
"That may take quite a while," I said, "since Rachel still thinks of me as a student of hers. She's only got me by five years. That's not really a lot!"
Tara said, "Maybe not between two adults who didn't have a student/teacher kind of relationship, but five years is a quarter of your whole life, so far, or there abouts."
"So, what about Virgil," I pressed on, "if he can never keep his hands to just one woman?"
"As I understand it," Tara accused, "YOU were the one that brought Rachel over the edge and back into Virgil's sphere of influence."
"It's not exactly how you may have heard it," I corrected Tara, "I actually took her maidenhead in a case of mistaken identity, I swear!"
I went on to fill in the gaps for Tara and we came away from our 'head' session with a closer bond than we had, and more importantly, Tara was smiling!
Tara suggested, "So, shall we join them in the pool?"
I joked, "I'll bet they're already joined!" :)
As if 'on cue', Rachel moaned quite loudly which was out of character for her, and she sounded hurt!
We scambled to the doorway to have a peek and Virgil had Rachel bent over the side of the pool at the shallow end.
He was definitely pushing himself inside her rectum!
I fought my instinct again, and didn't dash out there to kick Virgil in the teeth, but Tara saw how I bit hard into my index knuckle.
Tara said, "You love her too, I'll bet. Don't you?"
"Truthfully," I said, "We simply had that one episode that I just told you about, and love requires more than that, but since she WAS my teacher and I got to observe her personality, day in and day out, I love that part of her too, yes."
Tara finished the thought, "But since you were one out of many students and 'off limits' to teachers sexually, Rachel hasn't yet been able to see you in the proper light.
"It's worse!" I confessed," a LOT worse than that!"
I reminded Tara, "The pool party where Rachel and I did it was hosted by this twisted aunt whose daughter was one of my stable, so to speak."
"I was really very active in my junior year, and I'm guessing that Rachel found out and figured that I was only there for the sex, which was certainly true, in the beginning." I conceded.
"I'm beginning to get the whole picture regarding my brother, too," said Tara.
"It seems that he always wanted a threesome, but he knew we'd object to such a deal; so he brought you into the mix to disguise his real motives." Tara continued.
"What Virgil needs," Tara said, "is for someone to seduce Rachel right under his nose, and since he's got such a hold over you, I guess it will have to be... moi!" Tara flourished.
"But how, when?" I was intrigued.
"Tonight, after dinner," Tara said, "I will send Virgil to mom & dad's for a dresser."
She continued, "Naturally, he'll bring you since it will require two guys to handle it."
"After what we saw and heard in the pool, I gather Rachel will need some soothing touches," Tara finished.
After dinner, on our way over to Tara's parents' house, Virgil acknowledged my impromptu sacrifice earlier which kept Rachel from discovering that he still 'got it on' with his little sister.
What he couldn't understand is why I did it?
I told him, "If Rachel doesn't take kindly to it and leaves, then she leaves ALL of us, not just you."
Virgil admitted, "I HAVE been remiss, but Rachel still only sees you as her ex-student. We'll need an 'angle'."
I held back a chuckle that might've given away the whole show.
As we lugged that dresser back home and upstairs to Tara's room, there was no sign whatsoever that Tara had completed her mission. Rachel was taking a nap, so we let her be.
We all (the three of us) repaired to the kitchen for some coffee and cake, and Tara passed me a furtive wink before she laid out her bombshell for her brother.
"Listen Virgil," Tara began, "now that Alex knows the whole score, we need to try to make this a true foursome."
Alex crooked one eyebrow, like a famous wrestler, and also like an even MORE famous Vulcan. I don't think he agreed to Tara's assessment.
No matter.
Tara continued, "So, seeing how you made Rachel so sore out at the pool this afternoon, and right after Alex here covered your ass, I decided that Rachel needed to loosen up, as it were."
Virgil became edgy as Tara paused to see if he had any comments.
"So," Tara went on, "I walked in on her while she was in the shower. She was trying to soothe her behind. Imagine that!"
Continuing, Tara laid it all out, "At first, she was startled, then when she realized I wasn't leaving, she finally let me soap her 'there', but I didn't stop. I soaped her all over, finally pressing my hands against her straining pussy."
"It was like a floodgate of emotions was opened when I pressed my lips to hers! She needed this badly."
"The upshot of all this is that we made love in the shower and then we finished it in my room!"
"Alex," Tara looked at me, "you were so right about her. She has a certain presence to her that makes you want her! I certainly feel less jealous, already."
Virgil already didn't like the obvious challenge to his kingly throne and he spat his accusation right out at Tara, "You dumb little shit! What have you done? I'll bet that when Rachel wakes up later, she'll begin packing her bags!"
Tara defended herself, "Don't be so damn sure. I merely helped Rachel get used to the idea of a foursome. She and I have now had sex with everyone else in this house! Can you two make the same claim?"
Pressing it home, Tara finished, "From now on, it's SHE who will say who and when, and for that matter, so will I!"
Virgil stood up and spoke more haltingly than his previous bravado would permit, "I hope you're right, sis. I hope you're right. Only time will tell."
Turning to me, Virgil said, "Alex, don't get any ideas from what Tara just said. When I take a shower later, I'm locking the door!" :)
I joked back, "And from now on, stay away from me in the pool, when my pants are off!"
Virgil had reservations about trying to lure Rachel into a true foursome, and he turned out to be fairly prescient, it seems, because she confided to him her involvement with Tara, and asked him to intercede and tell her that she would not repeat her earlier weakness.
I still think she's got the teaching blood in her, always feeling the need to set the correct behavioral example.
Whether by design or inherently, Rachel seems to revert to decorum whenever the spectre of total abandon appears. If I could just reset that special mood that we created in the pool that night when I first took her, I would die happy!
The pool, hmmmm, that might be the best place to go! After all, didn't Rachel just recently give up her 'other' cherry to Virgil in the pool? It's what made her pliable to Tara, later on.
The next day, I began setting the ground work, making sure to hurry home in time to join the girls before Virgil got home from work.
Surprisingly, the two ladies were next to eachother, sunning themselves side by side, like pond turtles.
When I emerged in my swim trunks with a pitcher of seawater cocktail in tow, Tara perked up.
When Rachel asked what that bluegreen concoction was, I explained its genesis and informed her that Blue Curacao makes a more appealing combination to the eye than Yellow Curacao does, even though it's actually called an orange liqeúr (from famous Curacao oranges). Its alcohol content is that of wine, but in mixture, it's less than beer!
Rachel didn't want to touch the stuff on an empty stomach until Tara told her, "Hey, lighten up! You're done driving for the day and a sip won't kill you. We're not ganging up on you here. Alex has to go 'home' to visit his parents soon, and he should be back by dinner. I promise I won't put a move on you!"
Reluctantly, Rachel took a glass.
I'll bet the heat had something to do with it, although alcohol under those conditions is not generally advisable.
The 1 to 5 mixture, however, with the gatorade, lowered the overall alcoholic content to a measly 4% by volume. That isn't even as strong as most beers and less than a quarter as strong as most wines.
Rachel must've understood all of that because she liked the taste and quickly poured herself another one.
I did a few laps in the pool, splashing the girls with my footkick as I went by them. Then, I told them I was going to head home early and I went inside to change.
When I emerged with another pitcher, I could see that Rachel was pumping drinks from the first one.
I could only hope...
I drove over to my folk's place, let myself in, and called out, "Anybody home here?"
After hearing some scrambling, Angie emerged from her room, asking me what I was doing here.
I told her, "I had to pick up a few things, read my E-mail, and even say hello to mom if she was home, but since she isn't you can say hello for me; oh, and say hello to Ryan and Jerri, too!"
As I said that, I pointed straight up.
Angie assumed that 'busted' look, and she was becoming sexier by the nanosecond! I had no control over the erection that tented my pants!
But she was off limits, unless I wanted to play with that bi couple, upstairs, and they weren't on my agenda.
What WAS on my agenda was picking up the last of my stash of exstasy. Tonight was going to be Rachel's second coming out party, if we could 'gang' seduce her.
As I emerged from my room, Angie was there to kiss me goodbye, on the lips, and I felt her hardening nipples press against my chest. I filed that away for sometime later, and let her get back to the twins!
When I arrived back at poolside, I saw that the second pitcher of cocktails was finished, but dinner was just around the corner, so I didn't make another... yet.
I told the girls to relax while I made the salad, after which I placed the eggplant rolatini that Tara prepared, into the oven.
Timing it well, Virgil showed up just as salad was being served.
We ate, out at the wrought iron poolside table, including the eggplant, until everyone was satisfied. The garlic bread Virgil brought was an added treat.
The girls cleaned up while I skimmed the pool and Virgil hit the computer for a while.
Half an hour later, Rachel announced she was not hungry for dessert and we three (Virgil, Tara, & me) all skipped heartbeats!
Fortunately, she would join us for coffee.
Her COFFEE is where we slipped her the date rape drug, but she threw us another curveball when, quite naturally, she said she felt light headed from the booze.
Virgil took Rachel upstairs while Tara and I toyed with eachother.
Tara's bikini disappeared (as did my trunks) and we made love, right there at poolside, beginning with our favorite love bites to various sensitive places.
When the time came for insertion, I had Tara sitting awkwardly on that iron table, then sliding onto my steeled penis.
We were getting ourselves into a mood which we hoped would come in handy.
Due to the odd positioning, I sort of popped out of Tara, but instead of re-entry, I left it intrafemoral, as her thighs squeezed around it.
When it was time, I warned Tara off me and shot onto the ground.
Then, we headed upstairs, hoping to find Virgil humping away at Rachel, but surprise!
She was in no mood!
Tara whispered something to Virgil who smiled, nodded, and rolled Rachel over!
When he yanked off her bikini bottom, she panicked as though he was gonna plug her bung hole again!
When I interceded to stop him, Virgil said, "Fine! YOU stay here with her and cuddle. C'mon sis; let's go for a dip!"
As they smiled and left, I was proud that we pulled this thing off without any rehearsal!
A few moments later, Rachel began to feel self conscious about being bareass under my gaze, and asked me to give her back her bikini bottom.
I informed her that Virgil was twirling it in his fingers when he left, but I'd cover her in something better that would warm her.
When she asked me, "What's that?"
I said, "Kisses," and I began covering her buns with them!
She protested, at first, until she realized how harmless those kisses were.
Five minutes later, she hardly noticed all the fondling I was doing as I kissed her all over.
Ten minutes later, I had her top off.
Ten and a half minutes later, she realized that I had her top off, and she tried to move, but in doing so, she raised up and twisted under my arms.
That had the effect of putting her on her side, so I dove down for the gusto, grabbing her buns and kissing her vulva!
I secretly hoped that the exstasy was working overtime, and over her half hearted protests, I finally got her on her back on the bed!
I licked her into an intense orgasm, and when she pulled at my face, I looked up and said, "I TOLD you I'd warm you up!"
Kissing trails up her body, past her navel, and onto a nipple, I felt her resistance melt away, but when I tried to insert, Rachel suddenly gathered herself and begged, "Oh, Alex, please don't!"
I told her, "Virgil is downstairs with Tara. You've got me boiling here, honey, so how about helping me out?"
As I said that, I trailed my penis up towards her lips and soon watched her stare at it for the longest second, then finally, tentatively open up and give me that first taste of her mouth!
Heavenly would be an understatement, so I'll just say that I hoped time would freeze.
After a couple of minutes though, I knew it was now or never, so I pulled from Rachel's lovely lips and pressed her legs apart with my knees.
When she reacted as if to stave me off one last time, I told her I could let Virgil back here to roll her over again!
Then I said, "Just close your eyes and pretend I'm him and I'll be good to you. I'll be better than good to you."
With that, I placed my saliva soaked penis between her inner lips and hunched myself inside Rachel.
She whimpered as if she was still virgin territory, but I knew better and I continued to slide it inside her.
She kept her eyes closed, even as my lips glued to hers while my penis began exploring every nook and cranny of her silky sugar walls.
I was finally inside Rachel and I knew it was her and she knew it was me. We had just turned an important corner.
Despite her initial reticence, Rachel's hips began fucking back up to me until we were fairly smacking hips with each completely full thrust, my penis straining to get past her cervix itself!
Rachel's whimpers as she achieved orgasm after orgasm finally triggered my orgasm which overtook us, fairly gushing my tribute all the way inside her suddenly wanton womb!
As I pulled from Rachel, I went into the cuddle stage, and her maternal instincts allowed her to feed me another nipple.
When Rachel began to become lucid again, she immediately wanted to know what was going on, so I told her, "Aw, c'mon! You don't mean to tell me that you blocked out what we just had. I didn't know that you couldn't hold liquor, so I let you fuck my brains out, and man oh man, can you bake!"
"Bake?" She questioned, startled.
"Yeah, bake," I said, "You sure made my banana cream!"
Virgil had capitulated to my seduction of Rachel as an 'olive branch' to Tara.
Tara co-operated because she still has the hots for her brother.
Rachel, even on exstasy, was reluctant to dally with me.
I was beginning to feel like the fifth wheel here, and perhaps my days as part of this foursome were numbered.
I felt I had to make sure (at the very least) that when Rachel awakened lucid, she would see me caring for her, if I wanted any chance at her in the future.
I made myself some seawater cocktails after tucking Rachel in. She should only snooze for about an hour.
I used that hour to get in a little homework and to let the other lovebirds know that Rachel was asleep, giving them the green light to go 'red' light!
When that hour was up, I got a wet rag into which I placed a few ice cubes, then attended to Rachel.
I decided to awaken her by applying the cold rag to her forehead in small dabs.
It did the trick mostly, but Rachel's eyes still seemed unclear, like she had that far away stare.
But after a few more touches of cold to her, she looked long and hard into my eyes, reading my devotion to her.
Then, a smile creased her faceline, and it was a giddy smile!
In a trice, she snatched the ice cube laden rag from me and placed it against my armpit, and I recoiled!
No trace of our earlier sexcapade in her demeanor, she was desperate to torture me!
I let her do it.
When she placed the cold rag against my scrotum, I almost leaped through the ceiling, but somehow despite all that, I sported a blue steel erection!
And under the covers, Rachel had still been naked, which (now) no longer bothered her as she arose to chase me around the room!
Deftly moving into the position I wanted, I 'fell' onto her bed sideways, twisting and feigning a leg cramp so that Rachel could seize the female superior position, and she did, her wonderful thighs astride my waist.
I suddenly grabbed her thighs, squeezing them just above the knees and her ticklishness caused her to recoil down my body.
As she did so, I quickly grabbed my penis and lined it up with her moist groove and she fell back, impaled by my invading member.
She was no fool. She knew spontaneity when she found it, and not to be denied, Rachel seated herself and began riding my erection.
From the sheer joy of being joined to Rachel's humping body while she wasn't protesting, I closed my eyes to savor the moment.
But Rachel still had the ice cold rag.
I found that out the hard way when she placed it on my balls, again!
That causd me to howl as I jammed myself to the hilt inside her while my sperm ran out of my scrotum and into Rachel's waiting cervix!
Then, she jammed the rag as hard as she could as close to my asshole as possible and I took the hint, bolting violently upwards and inside her until she began convulsing in her own orgasm!
By the time I could reach the rag, it was no longer cold and Rachel was down against my lips with her own, while her pointy nipples traced little goosebumps around my own!
We hugged and kissed, still joined, for several more minutes. I even found some more sperm to jettison inside my Rachel.
Silently I thought to myself, "We are finally a true foursome!"
What was to happen next made me nervous as all hell because I wasn't sure if, or to what degree Rachel might know about the incestual depths to which Virgil had plumbed with his little sister.
If we went out to the pool now, it was likely that we'd catch the two of them in some form of sexual embrace, so I made a daring suggestion to Rachel, "How about we both run out naked and leap into the pool, probably surprising Tara and Virgil, and almost certainly dousing them with our splash?"
After only a moment's reflection, Rachel said, "Let's go for it!"
We didn't need to run to the back door, so I had a chance to observe the two siblings before Rachel and I bolted outside.
It would not work!
Tara was on the metal table again (she must've liked it before) and Virgil was chewing on her clit. They were out of position to be splashed unless we ran all the way around the pool, which would defeat the surprise aspect of all this.
I turned to Rachel, bumping against the door just enough to alert those outside to our impending presence, and suggested a new plan, telling Rachel, "They're at the wrought iron table so it won't work. Let's run by and grab one of them each and drag them into the pool with us!"
Rachel nodded and we bolted through the door, me grabbing Virgil first, who sort of went along with it as we both leaped into the water.
Tara didn't understand the play value and she wasn't so easily moved from her odd juxtaposition.
This had the makings of a total disaster and I wasn't sure what to do about it.
Rachel's attempts to move Tara were getting nowhere as Tara held onto the table for support.
Fate intervened and the table finally tumbled over from the stresses formed, Tara landing on Rachel as they fell in a heap!
I felt sure one or both of them were hurt, and as Virgil and I scrambled from the water to attend to them, we were shocked to find... the girls had found an embrace!
"Kiss it!" Virgil yelled.
Rachel's face was close enough to Tara's still moist vulva so after a moment's hesitation, Rachel finally let herself go. She went down on Tara, who grabbed her head gently and pressed it harder against her mound.
Not letting the opportunity pass, Virgil motioned me to follow his lead, making the sign of a buttjam!
Virgil got there first, choosing to make his end of the daisy chain Rachel, from behind, as he squatted low and pressed his penis to her pouting vaginal lips!
That left me to awkwardly step over this ménage and offer my penis to Tara, whose only available orifice was her mouth!
Disaster averted, we cohabited, making sure to let Rachel finish Tara with her first active 'foray' into bisexuality!
I didn't care if it was the exstasy or not. It was a hot scene to behold and I only hoped when Rachel realized what she did, she wouldn't go to pieces and quit this commune!
From Rachel's moans, I gather she got another orgasm from Virgil's penis while for my part, Tara greedily drank down the vestiges of my tribute.
When we separated, leaving the two girls still together, we could hear Tara's vocal build up as Rachel kept gnawing on her bud!
Moments later, she screamed out, "Oh, yes, YES," as her orgasm overtook her.
As they arose, this time we would all run willingly into the pool, the need to cool off, obvious.
At this moment, life is good!
Sometimes it seems that the moments we wish would last the longest are the most fleeting.
After all the fun I thought we had, when it came time for bed, Rachel dutifully headed for Virgil's room, and she knew she could have slept in any bed!
I don't know whether it was jealousy or despondency, but I went to bed with a knot in my stomach and a heartache, to boot.
I dreamt of those afternoons at the pool at Virgil's parents' house, the parties that led to my sexual awakening, the encounters with Tara, and then her mother too!
But as will happen with dreams, a pool is a pool, but the one at Tara's morphed into the one at Frida's, and now I knew it was Rachel whose cherry I was taking!
I revisited my experience, but with add ons from my id: Like Rachel being in her fertile week and secretly letting her maternal instincts take over.
"Please," she would say, "can't we just leave it at petting?"
But her actions betrayed her, for while begging not to be ravished, she kept on stroking my erection!
"Ofcourse we can," I said confidently, "but you and I both know you want - no - you NEED more!"
With that, I stripped away her bikini top and engulfed a nipple, bringing it to the same state of erection as my own penis.
As Rachel's protests got stronger, my hand shot down to fondle her downy soft mons veneris, already becoming wantonly damp.
She turned to run, but she would have to run without her bottom, for it stayed glued to my fingers, tripping her as she tried to escape in the shallow water.
It also came down easily when I tugged hard, so now Rachel had another chance to bolt!
As she came up for air, she was met by my insistant hands, clasping her hips, turning her to face me.
As she did, I backed her up against the pool wall, pinning her there while I went down to taste her wonderfully wet pussy, just inches from the surface of the water.
I stayed there, enjoying her nectar, until she couldn't hold back an orgasm, making her putty in my hands.
Despite her orgasm, when my penis brushed against her soft hairs, she recoiled against the poolside, begging for me to relent, and using the words which only triggered my actions, "Stop! I've never... that is, I'm a v--virgin!"
"Baby, you'll love this," I promised, but she would add my second favorite fantasy words.
"You don't understand," she tried to plead, "I don't use any birth control and my last period was almost two weeks ago!"
Over her protests, I lined up my penis and delivered the diversion, saying, "You're WRONG! Your last period was Friday, after my gym class!"
And with that, I hunched hard, capturing Rachel's maidenhead.
With all the foreplay, her baby machine was already dilating and she received my penis in its entirety within six or seven strokes.
Her cries of anguish were now replaced by moans of ecstasy as my penis began to plunge in and out of her.
With my mouth on a nipple and my penis pistoning inside her, Rachel's own body gave in to the new experience and she found herself cumming again and again.
Her vocals were only a series of "Oh, yeses", but they triggered me to speed up to my own climax.
As Rachel could sense me getting ready to explode inside her, she begged me one last time to pull out, but I told her that she knew she wanted a baby. It's why she was in the pool, to begin with.
The lie exposed, Rachel accepted her fate and added her last encouragement, "Yes! Fill me with your baby cream. Make me a mother. Yes, oh yes!"
I jetted her cervix full of my essense and kissed her, lovingly.
When I pulled out of her, a large rope of sperm clung to my pecker, and when I separated further, it snapped from her opening and fell, still attached at my urethra, until it splashed my inner thigh.
That's when I woke up with my own wet dream on my leg!
I was alone in my bed. I only sleep with Tara if invited, and tonight was not my night!
I checked the clock, only 3:30 AM, but I didn't have any classes tomorrow, so I got up and headed for the kitchen to nosh.
I popped open the microwave and nuked some leftover eggplant, then brought my snack into the den to watch some TV, but with the audio turned low.
Despite that, I was joined by Tara, who awakened to pee, but seeing someone was up, investigated. She sat next to me and picked at my snack.
She asked me what I was watching, but I informed her that I had only just turned on the TV, right before she arrived.
I was watching the TV when Tara said, "You missed a spot."
Assuming she meant with the italian sauce dripping around the eggplant, I tried to lick around my mouth, finally using a finger, but to no avail.
Giggling, Tara said, "No, silly. I'm referring (as she pointed) to that wet dream remnant."
I don't know how I missed that spot of about an inch long of sperm, and I guess I was still dreaming if I thought Tara would be so kind as to lick it off for me!
What she DID volunteer to do was hold my food, munching away while I simply rubbed the goo into my skin. After all, I had no where to put it and leaving Tara alone with the eggplant was like setting a lame doe amidst hyenas.
Finally, I decided to make some more eggplant so I could get a bite in, edgewise.
When I returned to the living room, Tara had fallen asleep on the sofa, so I ate until I was content, then tried my best to watch a succession of surfed up channels, but I found only crap!
I attended to the cleanup in the kitchen and then rejoined Tara, sliding my hands gently under her, trying not to snag them on her nightie.
When I had a good grip, I carried her to her bed and gently laid her down.
As I turned to leave, I heard her murmur out to me, "Stay here with me, Alex."
That was an invite!
Wearing only jockey shorts, I popped under the covers as Tara held them for me.
It was a little cold at first, until our mutual body heat did their synergy.
Then a strange thing happened: Tara, who had fallen asleep in front of the TV, now began to run her hands over my body!
I let her.
My penis is only human, so I had to let it out to play, too, removing my shorts.
When Tara's cold fingers clasped around my shaft, I thought my penis would hide like a frightened turtle, but she held firmly onto it.
When a drop of precum formed at the tip, Tara rubbed it around the head of my affair.
In three shakes, Tara had flipped over me and was now astride me, lowering herself onto my recharged penis.
I closed my eyes, not quite dreaming, and enjoyed the stimulus, but Tara said pointedly, "You dreamt of HER, didn't you?"
Without lying, I told Tara, "You both starred in my dream, and you both will continue to do so."
That renewed her self esteem enough for her to continue pleasuring me.
When Tara gave me enough stimulus, I took over, holding her hips in place while I pounded home my penis, jetting her insides with whatever I had left.
When we parted from this action, Tara said to me, "Stay here with me and keep me warm."
She slept with my ejaculate still inside her.
I fell asleep finally, too.
Next morning, we awakened to the sound of a spat between Rachel and Virgil, and it was over the previous day's sex acts!
Rachel realized she had been 'slipped' something and was pissed at Virgil for letting me have my way with her.
"We're a foursome here," Virgil defended me, but that led to Rachel's next angst.
"So, it's incest, too, huh?" She said it like it was a crime just beneath murder!
The piper was overcharging us for this dalliance! Our whole arrangement looked headed for the reefs.
Before he left for work, Virgil popped his head into my room, then came here to Tara's room, taking our togetherness in stride and said, "Okay, pal. We tried it YOUR way! Now it's time for damage control. You know what's at stake here."
He knew I had the day off and tacitly, I knew that that was all the time I was going to get from him to resolve this dilemma.
Suddenly, life sucked, again!
It was the morning after 'exstasy' and now the agony was here, as payment.
I didn't know where to begin and the knot in my stomach grew tighter.
But I figured I'd get right on the problem, so I up and showered first, then dressed and told Tara I'd make us all some breakfast.
Tara said, "No. I'LL make breakfast. YOU deal with Rachel."
Fair enough.
When I got to Virgil's bedroom, the door was ajar, so I knocked once, and sort of barged through, stating, "Tara's making breakfast. How do you want your eggs?"
But Rachel was out of sight.
Finally, from the closet, she emerged (oh, shit!) with a suitcase.
I flushed with fright, like my whole life was passing in front of me, sort of like I imagine someone with a gun aimed at their head would feel.
"Rachel, please," I begged, "Can't we talk about this over breakfast?"
"You little shit. You fucked everything up!" She hissed with uncharacteristic vulgarity.
"Then, hit ME. Do something to ME!" I ventured, "But don't take it out on Virgil." It was all I could come up with as I approached her.
When I got close, she turned to stare 'daggers' at me, then hauled off and gave me a slap that could've broken my cheek, I swear!
The noise from the contact was so loud, we heard Tara yell from the kitchen, "Is everybody all right, in there?"
As we stared at eachother, a tear forming in the eye near where Rachel hit me, I tried to think of a million things to say, but the first thing that came to mind was owning up to the exstasy drug.
I quickly followed the tumbling domino sequence that such a revelation would engender and quickly conceded that this was one secret that would have to remain permanently buried.
Then, I remembered the cocktails and how Rachel glugged quite a bit from those pitchers.
She was expecting a confession of some sort. That much was obvious. So, I gave her a confession: "I'm sorry for spiking the drinks, yesterday."
I paused while Rachel heaved her chest in triumph for having correctly deduced her undoing, last night.
Then I added, "Why don't we talk about this over breakfast? If anyone should leave, it should be me." (What was I saying? I didn't want to lose both girls over this! I should slap myself silly.)
Rachel pressed on, "Your cocktail isn't as harmless as you claimed, is it?"
Reacting, I defended my concoction, "No, actually it IS mild. I spiked your coffee." (At least, I didn't say "we".)
"Why?" She spat back.
"I couldn't help myself, " I half told the truth. "You've slept with Virgil and Tara while in this house. I thought we were a foursome. Cartainly, THEY felt it was so, or they would've stopped us."
(I used the word 'us' instead of 'me' so it looked more like WE got it on instead of just me.)
As Rachel continued to pack, at least she began speaking, "I TOLD you we could not have, that is, with me teaching, here in town, and you, an ex-student..."
I cut her off, "Hey! I'm eighteen and what we do is nobody's business but our own!"
"You're WRONG," Rachel spat back. "When a teacher comes up for tenure, the board is allowed to consider EVERYTHING they know about the candidate - it reflects on how safe they feel the children under the charge of the candidate are. This is a scandal waiting to happen."
I stepped closer and grabbed Rachel's hands, holding them in mine as I spoke, "So that is why, despite your desires, you held onto your maidenhead for as long as you did. You love your job and don't want to move elsewhere to teach."
Not faking anything now, my eyes conveyed genuine concern as I realized that she could no longer live under the same roof as me.
"Then I'll leave," I finally conceded, since I couldn't bear to see such pain in Rachel's eyes.
Rachel broke down now, as she murmured, "It no longer makes a difference."
"What?" I reacted, but I was beginning to get her meaning.
Rachel confirmed, "I can see now that Virgil is incapable of monogamy of any sort, and with his incestual couplings with his sister, the potential for a big scandal looms large."
I said, "When you came here, you HAD to know something like this was going on."
Rachel conceded, "Yes, but I thought my being here was the end of it, and your presence was positive reinforcement to keep it that way."
"You're absolutely right," I told her and hung my head in shame, getting ready to slither out of the room.
"There's more," said Rachel before a long pause, during which she walked over to me, lifted up my chin and stared deeply into my soul.
"Despite all that's happened," she went on, "I've come to realize that when you made love, you made love to me, while I got the impression that Virgil made love to himself, but just used my body. Then, there's the sideshow with Tara, which I can't begin to countenance. All this means I have to get away from here."
If I understood what Rachel was driving at, I had to speak now, "Then, let's get a place close to my campus, which is 15-20 miles away, where I'm just a college chum. We can work this out!"
Exasperated perhaps, Rachel sighed, "I don't know."
With desperation in my voice, I begged Rachel to give it a chance, saying, "I know you don't think it possible for me to love you and say it has nothing to do with your having been my teacher, but only so far as observing your special personality did school have anything to do with it. It's the same way with co-workers and co-eds. Give this a chance - give ME a chance, and I will never disappoint you, Rachel."
From out of the doorway came a sudden testimony, "He means it, Rachel. Besides Virgil, there is no one I'd rather have with me than Alex, here." Tara said, nodding towards me.
"Come on, she continued, "Breakfast is ready."
We ate silently, Tara and I almost holding our breath, waiting for Rachel's decision.
Finally, Rachel arose and said, "Don't try to stop me. I'm packing and leaving. I've got just enough time to finish packing and get to school. Don't try to visit me at school... please!"
As she sped off to finish packing, I said to Tara, "That's it, then, Virgil will want to kill me."
"Give it time," Tara said, "She's fallen for you and she's confused between her sense of impropriety and her feelings. She just needs time to sort this out."
"Thanks for trying to cheer me up," I said.
Tara said, "No! Really! I'm getting my brother back, so I'm not sore at you. I saw the way she was looking at you, and I heard what she said."
Confused, I asked Tara, "What did you hear? When did you come by?"
"The first thing I heard was 'sideshow with Tara', and I gather Rachel was referring to Virgil & me, said Tara.
Relieved that she didn't hear Rachel 'dis' Virgil, I told Tara, "Maybe it would be awkward, once Virgil got home, for me to still be here, so I'll be packing, too."
We got up and I suddenly turned toward Tara, squatted, then patted her lower tummy, saying, "You're going to make a fine mommy, someday. I just know it."
Tara tried not to let on that she winced when I patted her, and while I was packing, I hear Tara 'toss' breakfast, hopefully over the sink!
I gave Rachel my home phone number and told her, "I'll wait 72 hours without doing anything, but if I don't hear from you, you know I'll have to come looking for you."
"Fair enough," said Rachel, "Is Tara sick?"
I said, "You heard it too? If I didn't know better, I'd swear she has morning sickness!"
As the inevitable parting occurred, I went to kiss Rachel but she turned her cheek, leaving us hugging as I said, "I already miss you, Rachel. Please call me soon."
I felt a twinge of hope as Rachel left, obviously choked up!
I finished packing and now had to say another goodbye to Tara, too.
After we hugged and kissed (nothing pre- coital), I said to her, "Thanks for sticking up for me before, I really appreciate it."
Tara said back, "No matter what happens, Alex, you are always welcome here."
I drove home and let myself in - the house was totally empty. I went to my room and suddenly feeling melancholy, I laid down, drifting off...
I relived my first union with Rachel, recalling fondly how she quivered like a frightened fawn as I entered her and stole her maidenhead!
Then, despite herself, she reached two or three orgasms in a matter of minutes.
It was only fitting that inside this virginal, fecund, receptive womb should I deposit my seed.
Then I remembered when Rachel went back to Virgil's bedroom that one night after what we had, and how dejected I was, pehaps even on the rebound, and when Tara invited me, I gave her my seed too!
She even slept in that impregnated position.
Then there was that last time with my sister, Angie, when I almost raped her, but we had this one last glorious sex, my penis working overtime to pump seed into her developing womb.
It was almost the entire 72 hours when the phone call from Rachel snapped me back to attention.
Choking back sobs, Rachel confessed to me that she was pregnant wth my child!
After assuring her that I would make a great husband and father, we finished, I hung up and just laid there, reveling in my joy.
When a second phone call came, I quickly answered, "Rachel?"
"No, Tara," came the disappointed voice from the other end, "and guess what, sport - you and I just made a baby grow in my oven!"
Uh, oh!
After assuring Tara that I would "be there" for her, and after hanging up, wondering how in hell I was gonna juggle two pregnant girlfriends, I heard the front door open and close, and Angie's voice bellowed, "Alex, are you home? I saw your car out front."
Assuring her I was in my room, I didn't have long to wait until she appeared in the doorway, and with a noticable bulge in her tummy!
I pointed and said, "Ryan's?"
Her broad smile portended what I knew she would say, "No, silly. It's yours, form that one last time you - we... did it!"
My trilogy of terror was complete. I wouldn't have minded having a baby with any ONE of these lovelies, just not all three at once!
Thank God, it was only a dream, more like a nightmare. I awakened in a cold sweat, thankful that my ordeal was over.
But another ordeal, a 72 hour real one, was still counting off its painful seconds.
I can only pray she'll call.
The phone rang.
I practically broke the receiver as I snatched it off the hook!
"Please be HER," I actually spoke the words before I picked up.
The 72 hours had come and gone twice, by now. I was desperate, but it wouldn't do to annoy Rachel by hounding her, so I waited... and waited.
"Hello?" I breathlessly breathed out.
"Alex?" Came Tara's voice from the other end.
I summoned up the wherewithal to NOT sound disappointed since Tara was the only other girl I truly loved and I'd rather die than hurt my closest ally in this latest quest of mine.
I began by asking Tara how she was and how did it go with Virgil, since this was my first contact with anyone since the 'scramble' out of their house.
Tara had a sixth sense, guessing, "You thought it was HER, didn't you?"
There was just enough huffiness in the statement that I needed to be careful not to hurt her feelings.
"Tara," I spoke like the eternally wounded guy portrayed (on FRIENDS) by David Schwimmer, "Rachel made it clear to me that she needed time to sort this all out, and I've left her alone; but I was HOPING for this call from you with news of some kind. You're my only hope."
My pleading tone of voice worked and Tara became a 'yenta', giving me the gossip about everything!
Virgil intially wanted to kill me, until Tara told him the truth: that Rachel left because of the potential scandal. Tara embellished it by telling him that Rachel couldn't stay any longer once she realized it was me she loved, though under Virgil's roof!
But Tara used this information to act as the soothing balm for Virgil's cracked ego, and when he realized she was there for him, they fell into an embrace that they hadn't experienced for a long time.
Tara went on to say how perfectly Virgil 'rose' to the occasion, finally making love to her, and not just her body!
They have come out of all this as the couple they once were, and are again, and Tara was very grateful to me.
Only problem was, she hadn't heard from Rachel, either. I was still out in left field!
Two weeks went by without a word from anyone, but at least my studies gained from it.
As I was working late one evening, my sister Angie happened to amble in at oh, say 2:00 AM, and seeing me studying hard on a Friday night, she was perplexed!
She smelled of booze, was half out of her clothes, and she presented a perfect damsel for me to ravish, and unbeknownst to me, she was horny too!
When her prancing didn't so much as give me an inkling, she began to interfere with my studying, practically begging me to fuck her!
When I refused, telling her how even Brittney Spears or J.Lo wouldn't arouse me if they were drunk, she sobered up enough to tell me that the torch I was carrying for whomever was a huge one!
Finally, I told her to go to my room and get naked, and that I'd be there almost immediately.
She nearly skipped off to my room as I bookmarked my reference work.
As I entered my room and laid eyes upon Angie's naked form, I froze in my tracks to drink in her growing body!
She had no acne whatsoever, yet. Her smooth thighs weren't large like a dancer's or a skater's, but had just the right amount of meat on them that told your penis one thing: fertile!
Angie's breasts still jutted straight out, which meant straight up while lying on the bed, and they hung high on her torso, giving her an almost pre-teen look about her.
There was everything I could want in a quickie... except spontaneity!
Whatsmore, my torch for Rachel was so strong that I actually felt guilty just leering at my naked sister!
I pretended to think for a moment, then uttered, "Eh, wrong room," as I picked Angie up into my arms.
She let her arms and legs dangle as I carried her, the tent in my pants almost becoming painful.
When we arrived in the shower stall and I quickly 'jailed' her behind the doors while I doused her, Angie called me a 'bastard', then adjusted the temperature and took a real sobering shower.
I left and returned to my studies!
I expected Angie to come down in a robe when she finished in the shower, and then I would 'play it by ear', but there was only quiet.
At about 3 AM, I needed to get some z's, so I packed it in for the night and went to my room.
There was Angie again! But this time, she was asleep on my bed and under the covers.
I turnd down the covers, lifting her gently into my arms, and brought her to her own bed, but it was awkward, trying to turn down HER covers without waking her.
I almost finished this impossible task when Angie's eyes opened, and with a clarity of purpose, she said, "The last time we were in this position, I threw YOU the mercy fuck, and now you're so stuck on someone, you won't even return the favor! Who is she?"
I almost didn't say it, but I needed Angie's help, so I said it, "Rachel Foxworthy."
Angie's eyes widened with disbelief as she repeated, "Your junior year math teacher?"
"Yes, and I want you to put a letter into her mailbox at the principal's office, for me," I stated clearly.
"What will you do for me?" Angie spoke with a certain flair that told me what she WANTED from me as an answer!
I looked down at her inviting body, her heaving breasts, her pleading eyes, and I reminded her, "Last time, you told me to get over it - my itch for you - don't you remember?"
"Not tonight! Not right now!" Angie had said all she was going to say, and her hands began unbuckling my belt.
I didn't try to stop her.
In my mind, she became Angie Foxworthy, and she needed me badly.
Her shower was convenient. She smelled of fresh talcum or whatever powder women use. I wasted no time tasting a nipple, which popped its erect form through my lips, allowing me to mouth the aureola while suckling her.
As I progressed, kissing my way down her belly, I realized Angie had the female version of six pack abs. I continued past her navel until I got close to her moistening fur patch.
Her legs rose off the bed, facilitating that parting welcome that beckoned my tongue.
I dove right in, naked now, my penis pinned to the bed, leaking precum, and I began chewing on Angie's inflamed clit.
She bucked so violently against me that she almost broke my nose!
After feeling her movements which signalled climaxes, I removed my face and just hovered over Angie, begging, "You know, we don't really have to complete this."
"Yes, we do!" Came Angie's breathless retort.
Remembering a recent nightmare in which I had gotten Rachel, Tara, and Angie all pregnant at the same time, I asked the question, "Are you safe?"
Angie looked bewildered at me for a second, then said, "Ofcourse," smiling from ear to ear.
There was almost a true suction going on as my penis seemed, without hands, to fly into the farthest depths of Angie's vagina, our pubes enmeshing.
By now, my sister's undeniable feminine charms had swayed my penis from its isolation, and it angrily battered her sugary walls, looking for a place to park its load.
As I felt myself approaching that moment of 'zen', I asked, "You're sure you're safe?"
She smiled sweetly, "Ofcourse, I have YOU here to protect me, don't I?"
That did it!
With her vague reply, my penis blasted forth weeks of pent up semen into my little sister's womb, struggling to find their way to an egg, any egg!
After several orgasmic jets, in which further batallions of sperm entered the fray, I looked askance at Angie, who was smiling broadly, still.
She murmurd, "You still love that old fertility rite, don't you?"
I smiled back, kissed Angie lingeringly on the lips, then begged her to never divulge our involvement in any way that might get back to Rachel.
She understood, and agreed to deliver whatever note I had in mind.
I would think about that in the morning.
I nestled next to my sister and we slept like babies all through the night!
Now I know how Virgil feels!
It's not just the availability of Tara, but the powerful attraction that your first lover and you have for eachother, and so is the case with Angie and me.
If Rachel ever finds this out, I'm dead!
But I needed Angie's help, badly, so I made a quick decision that I pray does not backfire on me.
In my letter to Rachel, I begged that she let me correspond via E-mail, but not on the Board of Ed.'s system. It HAS to be compromised. I just hoped she'd contact me at my web site I gave her.
Two weeks later, not being able to stand the suspense any longer, I asked Angie to try to find out Rachel's E-mail site.
She was partially successful, finding out which ISP Rachel used, but I would have to figure out her username myself if I was ever going to make contact.
Since I was going to Rachel's alma mater (San Jose St.), I thought I'd appeal to her school spirit by attempting to make contact about school matters. At least, she could give me an "A" for effort.
Then, after a dozen or so attempts, I almost smacked myself in the head! The availability of sophisticated 'spy' software jumped into my consciousness!
But just as I began looking up the first lead, I got a 'hit' from one of my blind contacts, and it was from an RFOX99.
99 would be her graduation year from SJSU. It all fit, so I made the contact.
My E-mail read:
Sorry to intrude this way, but I could not think of a more unobtrusive method to talk to you. (After all, you must get dozens of junk mails, each week.)
First of all, as you might guess, there is no school function, just one Spartan calling out to another.
Just to let you know - I left, the same day as you did, and although Tara has invited me, I have repeatedly declined.
I'm dying inside, dying because I don't know how this is going to end! I need closure, even if it's the painful kind.
You'll notice I haven't been around to see your aunt or cousin, and who knows what they're up to?
I want so badly to take you to San Fran and dine at Fisherman's Wharf and to bike ride down Lombard St. - take in a Giants game, if that's your pleasure.
I'll drop you off at your door and be a total gentleman.
You see, I already know enough about you to say those three words, trite as they might sound, and I want you to get to know the real me.
Please put me out of my misery with an answer! It doesn't have to be "yes", if that's what you really want, but it needs to be said, one way or the other.
Please Rachel, pull the trigger on me or toss me a lifeline. It's all up to you. It always was!
I
love you,
Alex.
After I sent the letter, there was a million more things I wanted to say, but I didn't want my first contact to read like WAR & PEACE, so I tried to keep it short and sweet.
After another week went by, I began to think that maybe I had contacted some grandmother in Dubuque, Iowa, and had perplexed the crap out of her!
Since my last fling with Angie, I had become totally celibate, and it was a beautiful Friday night, another in which I would stay home, dying for that E-mail which by now, I was beginning to believe would never come.
But it DID come!
"I will hold you to that promise to be a total gentleman. You may pick me up at this address, say 7:30 PM, Satuday?
Your fellow Spartan, RFOX99"
The next twenty-four hours were the longest ones of my life. A million things were swimming through my head, all with the idea of impressing Rachel.
As I made my way toward the address that Rachel had supplied, I went through an emotional gauntlet of 'what ifs' and 'how shall I respond whens'.
My preoccupation with these thoughts masked my realization that this neighborhood was familiar!
It became sickeningly clear to me when it dawned on me where this was leading me!
[Were you ever taken somewhere, such that you did not even know the address, but you had no trouble returning to the same location, repeatedly?]
Had Rachel simply told me to meet her at Frida's, I would've asked a million questions. Now, it was my first hurdle. I had to confront all of them!
When the door opened, Frida and I just stared at eachother for a few moments. She was as hot to look at as ever, and still in high school!
From behind the door, I heard Rachel ask, "So what do you say, cuz, is he guilty or not?"
"Guilty as charged," stated Frida, emotionless as she bid me inside.
I hadn't even evaded the first hurdle!
Rachel was dressed in cut-off jeans, nothing you would want to wear upon going out, so I knew my fate had already been sealed!
Just like the schoolteacher in her, Rachel showed me my own weakness, then went on to explain that she only brought me over here to 'cut me loose', as I had asked her.
As she took me through this catharsis, she spoke of how my only itimacies with her were of the non-consentual nature: one, a case of mistaken identity, and the other under a drug induced haze!
Guilt ridden, hanging my head low because I could not deny any of it, I begged Rachel for another chance, through wetting eyes, saying, "Please Rachel, I love you!"
Rachel shook her head no, then said, "Alex, no one here denies that you are an ardent sexual partner. Actually, well, let's just say that despite many gambols, you are still welcome in certain circles, but only in a studly manner. But your need to possess women physically is not love, but lust! You haven't even been celibate since we last..."
She cut herself off, perhaps realizing that she was giving away a source, and she was!
Only my sister, Angie, could have passed on that dirt, and I couldn't imagine why!
Rachel finally pulled the trigger, "Goodbye, Alex. Please understand that I don't HATE you, I just can't coexist with your lifestyle, which is not about to change, any time soon. Do not pursue me, any longer, please."
As I drove home, my eyes were remarkably dry, considering what I just just suffered, but that might be because I was seething with anger at that little brat of a sister who had betrayed me!
When I got back and checked out the house, it turned out that no one else was home.
I began going over the events that led up to this moment:
My first experience with Evie & Angie, with Tara and her mother, with Shayla, with Jerri & Ryan, with Frida and HER mother, then Rachel, after which I stopped daydreaming.
My self pity reminded me of all the incestual relationships that were abounding around me, and how they all still seemed to thrive. I counted nearly a dozen, and all in my little neck of the woods!
The phone call that snapped me to attention was real, this time, and when Tara's voice beamed through, I was elated to hear from someone who still liked me.
"I'm finally pregnant, again," she squealed with delight.
Having learned not to ruin her news by asking who the father is, I immediately said (and meant it, too), "I always knew you could still do it. I'm so very happy for you. I really am."
But I was dying to hear the rest of it, and Tara dodged that detail during the course of our rather long conversation, during which I begged her to be careful not jeopardize anything, this time around, meaning the baby.
After hanging up, my momentary feeling of joy morphed back into anger at Angie for her role in my solitude!
I headed to my room to get into something more comfortable, but what do you suppose I found when I got there?
Laying on my bed was the sleeping form of Angie, my soon to be dead sister!
I guess she figured she'd have me all to herself, but fell asleep waiting for me!
I began to think about her proper punishment, such as a painful anal rape, or gagging her with a forced blowjob, but as I got down to my boxers, I thought more clearly, "Hey, Stupid! The only logical reason she ratted you out to Rachel, despite my plea not to, AND then presented herself in my bed, had to be because she desperately must still want me for herself!"
My 'Mr. Hyde' ran from me, replaced by a more civilized Dr. Jekyl, as I got down on one knee while rousing Angie from her slumber.
When her eyes blinked open and began to focus, I asked her, "Why?"
"Guess!" She merely retorted.
I didn't have to guess, so I said, "What about Jerri & Ryan?"
She said, "Fuck 'em! They're preoccupied with eachother, so be it!"
I then said, "What about Evie, who told you to ditch me?"
Angie then said, "Fuck her, too! If she wants to travel another road, fine! I have always enjoyed our time, together!"
"What about Tara?" I threw Angie a curveball.
Whack! She wrapped it out of the park! "I haven't been sleeping all this time. I overheard your conversation. Besides, we're fast friends. We talk all the time together!"
Finally, I said, "You know how badly I wanted Rachel. I could've come home and beaten you, senseless."
Angie disarmed me, saying, "Alex, you are a hedonist. Pleasure is your primary goal. Your anger softens, even as your penis hardens. Look!"
I didn't have to look. I knew my erect penis was poking from out of my shorts.
I began working on Angie's shirt as she unhooked her pants...
Totally naked now, I knelt astride my sister's beautiful cheerleaderlike form and fed her my phallus.
After only a cursory tonguing, Angie let me pop out of her mouth and begged, "I want you inside me, now! I know how long it's been since you last made it and I want all that seed for myself!"
But I could, at least, torture my sister by dallying around her vulva with my straining penis, leaking precum all along her groove.
"Oh, Alex, hurry pleeeeeeease," Angie begged once more, and I inserted myself only to pump just the head betwixt those lovely rose petals, protecting her last vestibule between my seed and her womb!
They were all right about me. As if that old vacuum were inside Angie, my penis seemed to be sucked slowly into her now moistening channel, looking to crash against her cervix, or better yet, pop directly inside her womb!
When we were pube to pube, I gently began to squirm inside her, trying to find the best feeling before we'd start that ultimate dance to orgasm.
Just when I thought my tip had made that near right angle turn past her cervx, up into Angie's very womb, she began to speak to me, "Alex. I didn't mean to hold this from you, but you have to know now... I stopped taking the pill, two weeks ago when my last period finished. I thought if I had your baby, I could get you back from rachel, but now that we... well, I just wanted you to know."
I smiled sweetly from ear to ear because Angie knew what stirred my balls, and it worked perfectly.
My hips now took on a dramatic new power as they thrust my penis right through her cervix, the head piercing her supposedly fertile womb!
Angie still knew what I liked to hear, all right!
After scaping my back as she grunted off two orgasms of her own, Angie pleaded with me in earnest, "ALEX! She actually shouted. I'm not kidding this time. If you get me pregnant now, I will not make graduation. Let me drink you down!"
My hip movements increasing pace told Angie that I would soon explode inside her these weeks of pent up baby sauce, and there was no preventing it now!
As I nibbled on her ear while continuing my romp home, as it were, I gently cooed to her, "The day will come when you are telling the truth, and much like the Chicken Little tale, I'll never believe that the sky is really falling."
Over Angie's rapid intakes of breath, and my penis now jetting wads of semen directly into her sizzling inner chamber like a fireman coating the heated walls of a gas tank with foam, my sister culminated the act with two words, "Like now!"
It was two weeks after missing her period when Angie and I were invited to Virgil and Tara's for one of 'those' parties, 'a la' those thrown by their parents, a few miles away, often enough.
During the course of the evening, we saw Ving & Shayla, Bill & both of his dates, Melissa & Marc, several youngsters we had never met, and then I realized how totally happy everyone was around there.
Tara asked Angie if she could spare me for just a few minutes and Angie said to me, "Be careful with her - the baby!"
I smiled, but an inner sense told me that this was not a dalliance!
In private, Tara asked me to remember that night when I awakened in the middle of the night, and then she joined me and we finally wound up together, later?
I told her, "How could I forget? You looked so contented after we, that is, after I... well, you didn't even get up to clean off. You slept with all my seed inside you."
Then, as realization struck, I said, "No!"
But Tara's head was shaking, "Yes".
"But why didn't..." I began to ask her.
Cutting me off, Tara whispered, "You and Virgil could pass for brothers, and I always believed my first miscarriage was the result of genetic problems. What's more, I only have this one tube left. I don't want to be barren. Also, I never believed in abortion, and I never will. Please, just keep this our little secret and we'll (the baby and I) be eternally grateful."
A thank you kiss on the lips later, I rejoined Angie, who commented, "Wow! For a quickie, you certainly took on a nice 'glow'!
I corrected her, "Well, Tara IS with child! Like you, baby, she is entitled to glow."
Angie said, "I didn't mean Tara, I mean YOU... are glowing!"
I let it pass.
But, Angie didn't!
When we got home, much later that night, after which we had partied and had sex with three or four other partners, Angie saw me getting ready for the shower and walked in on me.
She asked me, "What did Tara want?"
Caught off guard by her prying, I said, "She, er, wanted to know if we'll be the baby's godparents?"
Staring at my flushing demeanor, Angie said, "You are the lousiest liar there is! What... wait! No! You are the father, aren't you?"
My guilty smile was enough to convince Angie, and realizing that it was before we got back together, she took it in stride, saying, "Why, you old stud you!"
Then I mused about a nightmare recently, where I had gotten all three of my girls pregnant simultaneously, but with Rachel out of the picture, suddenly 'two out of three wasn't bad', after all!
There's no place like home!