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Story title : The Bet
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Robert wanted to take his dream girl, Erika, to the
prom. All he had to do was to con Erika into taking
a bet that she would go with him under certain
circumstances -- He'd turn his plain-Jane sister into
a babe, and then get her to seduce Erika's boyfriend --
No problem. (mast, oral)
The Bet
By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
Robert leaned back from his desk and stretched his
arms over his head working the stiff muscles in his
back and arms. He yawned and dropped his hands back
to the book from which he had been doing his homework.
This calculus could be really boring stuff. He trans-
lated problems into equations and then plugged numbers
into the equations in order to get answers, one after
the other. Oh well, at least he was through with math
for today. He flipped the textbook closed. The growing
tickle in his crotch told him it was time to play.
Robert opened a drawer in his desk and removed a
bulging file folder. He stood and crossed his bedroom
to his bathroom. He carefully locked the door. It was
unlikely that anyone in the household would walk into
his private bathroom, but there was no point in taking
the chance that he might be caught.
Robert pulled down his pants and then his shorts free-
ing a cock that was already ninety percent erect. He
sat on the commode lid, laying the open file folder
across his knees. Yeah, he hadn't been in the mood to
do this for a day or two, but several painful hard-ons
during school reminded him that it was time to loosen
his load. He formed a circle with the fingers and
thumb of his right hand and began to slide it over the
smooth knob of his cock head. With his left hand, he
picked up the first picture from the folder.
His friends had laughed when he volunteered for the
nerdy job of a yearbook photographer, but it had
allowed him to wear a camera around his neck for weeks
at school, and take pictures like the one in his hand
right now. It was an image of the cheerleaders during
practice. Robert glanced at one cheerleader after the
other as he flipped through the pictures. He didn't
think their cheerleader uniforms were sexy, but the
stuff they wore at practice was nice. Leotards and
short shorts revealed the tight buns and sculpted
thighs of their gymnast's bodies. Too bad they're
lithe bodies didn't have bigger tits.
Robert, keeping up a steady rhythm, felt a tickling
surge in his ridged cock. Mmmm...it wouldn't be long
now. He flipped through the pictures more rapidly.
There was Mary Ann; he loved this picture. The pretty
junior was sitting at a desk; her chin cupped in the
palm of her hand, a single finger along her cheek was
giving him an obscene gesture. He wasn't offended
though. He knew she was teasing him. Her sultry smile
and half-lidded eyes made the picture sexy as hell.
His cock gave another twitch and swelled a bit. His
balls were already scrunched against his body, ready
to deliver their load. I'm on a short fuse today,
thought Robert. He reached to the bottom of the pile
of pictures and pulled out his favorite. Oh yeah,
there she is, thought Robert. Erika Stevens was the
girl who did it for him. It was a perfect photograph
of Erika, and he had snapped it that day without her
knowledge. She had been seated on a stone bench
located outside the school's main door. Someone behind
Erika had called her name and she had half turned her
upper body and leaned back a bit to see who it was
just as a gust of wind had come up.
Erika had tossed her head and raised a hand to her
face to pull some wind blown hair off her face when
Robert took the picture. As a result her beautiful
face and long slender neck were shown to their best
advantage. Her shoulder length dark hair flowed out
voluminous and thick. Not only that, but the gust of
wind had also flipped up the edge of the full skirt
she had worn that day revealing a lot of thigh,
accenting her long slender legs. But it was those
tits, those full and firm and high tits that could
make the cum pour hotly from his cock.
Oh god thought Robert, look at those breasts. They
were straining at her blouse, revealing cleavage and
making the material between the buttons of her blouse
gape open. Her breasts were like magnets to his eyes.
Guys in the school, even the teachers, looked as if
they were carrying on a conversation with those tits
when they addressed Erika. Robert closed his eyes and
slowed his right hand, drawing out the intense
feelings in his cock. He could just imagine his
swelling cockhead sliding between Erika's tits. He
could see her delicate hands holding her breasts
together, forming a silky tunnel for his aching cock.
That smooth as satin skin driving him crazy.
Oh yeah, yeah baby, here it comes. Robert took a long
ragged breath and held it as his cock pumped once,
twice, and then up to eight and ten times with lessen-
ing force as his milky white cum dripped down his
fingers.
Robert took a couple of deep breaths. He smiled and
looked at the cum coated fingers of his right hand.
That had been a quick but satisfying orgasm. He
grabbed some bathroom tissue and cleaned his hand. In
another minute he had replaced the file folder in his
desk and was on his way downstairs.
**
As he neared the bottom of the staircase, Robert heard
his sister call to him from the family room, "Bobby?"
she was the only one who called him Bobby, "come in
here a minute."
"Hmmmm?" he said, walking into the room. Beth was
peering through her glasses at the monitor of a
computer that they usually devoted to games.
Beth gestured at the screen, "I'm stuck, give me a
hint."
Robert smiled, his sister was as smart as they come,
but she didn't have much patience. She became frus-
trated when she couldn't go through a game as if she
was reading a book. As Robert stooped to look over
her shoulder she pointed at the screen and said,
"There's a key on this chain here, and I assume it's
supposed to open the chest at the bottom of this well
or dungeon or whatever it is."
Robert nodded, he'd finished the game a week earlier,
"Yes, it does open the chest."
Beth frowned, "Well, I've clicked the mouse all over
the key and chain and I can't pick it up, and I can't
find anything to pry it loose."
"No, the key doesn't move," prompted Robert.
"I can't get the chest to move either."
"Sure about that? Have you looked around it carefully?"
"Oh, OK," she waved a hand in his face, "thanks, no
more hints, I'll go back and look around the chest."
Robert slapped at her hand. "Your welcome, I'm sure."
He straightened up from the computer. "Are we having
family dinner? Is Dad home?"
"Yeah, I think he's in his office."
"With Vicky?"
"Well duh Brother, they're both in the house aren't
they?"
**
In his office, Frederick, Beth and Robert's father,
straightened some papers on his desk and picked up a
pen. Across the room the door opened and the house-
keeper, Vicky, entered the room. Closing the door
behind her, Vicky walked to the desk, she was carrying
a tray with two half-filled wineglasses.
"Ah, a little wine before dinner." Frederick took one
of the glasses. "Thanks Vicky," he raised the glass to
her. "You're about to watch me sign some papers that
may be worth billions of dollars."
Vicky, wineglass paused halfway to her lips, looked
stunned. "That was billions with a 'B'?" She put her
wineglass on the desk and flowed onto Frederick's lap
like a cat. At five feet two inches and a size four
body, Vicky looked like a little girl in daddy's lap.
Frederick finished his wine in a gulp and put the glass
aside. He wrapped his arms around Vicky's tiny waist.
"Well, that'll be in sales. I suppose I'll end up a
few million richer when all is said and done."
Vicky snaked her arms around Frederick's neck and
whispered in his ear, "Mmmm...I just love it when you
talk in millions and billions." She tilted her head
and planted a firm kiss on Frederick's lips.
"I've heard that money can be an aphrodisiac, maybe
I'll order up a bathtub full of hundred dollar bills
for you to bathe in."
Vicky climbed off Frederick's lap and knelt on the
floor between his legs. As she unzipped his pants
Vicky said, "No silly, you don't put the money in a
cold, hard tub. You pour it all over that king sized
bed of yours and do something like this." She pulled
his half-hard cock from his shorts and began to stroke
it from base to tip.
"Yes, that's an even better idea," Frederick said
huskily as he scooted down in his chair to give his
housekeeper better access to his rapidly stiffening
cock. He found it incredibly erotic that Vicky was
starring at his cock as if it was the most important
thing in the world.
Vicky slipped her full lips over Frederick's cockhead
and sucked on it powerfully while she twisted her head
back and forth. Frederick gasped and nearly doubled
over with the heady sensation. Vicky knew that her
little technique would turn painful if she continued,
so she relaxed her mouth and began to make full
strokes up and down Frederick's cock, letting her
tongue lie against his cum tube and occasionally swirl
around the head.
Frederick settled back in his chair. He'd had a number
of housekeepers and nannies for his children since his
wife had left him years ago. They had married just out
of college and Frederick had taken a job as a not very
well paid research biochemist. Frederick and his wife
tried for two years to have children when they gave up
and adopted Robert. They had planned to raise just one
child but, almost immediately after the adoption,
Frederick's wife became pregnant. After Beth's birth
his wife decided that Frederick's income, minus what
it took to raise two kids, wouldn't be enough for the
life style that she wanted and so she disappeared.
For a decade Frederick raised his kids on his own,
counting every penny. Then, out of the blue, Frederick
presented an idea to his company that proved to be
worth millions. He soon became the head of research
and development, doing a lot of work out of his home
so he could spend time with his children. That was
when Frederick could afford a lavish house and the
staff to run it.
Then began the succession of housekeepers and nannies,
some of them able in their duties, all of them beauti-
ful women. More than a few had worked their way into
the position that Vicky was in right now, lips encir-
cling his stiff cock, trying to suck cum, and to be
honest, money out of their boss.
Frederick felt a wave of pleasure roll through his
cock. His hips began to pulse. It wouldn't be long
until his straining cock would be spewing into Vicky's
soft moist mouth.
Vicky felt Frederick's hips begin to push and roll
about. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. She
lessened the grip that her mouth had on his cock until
only her tongue was in touch with the sensitive under-
side.
Frederick moaned, "Oh no, Vicky, not this time, you're
going to give me a heart attack." He grabbed the arms
of his chair and thrust and writhed about trying to
increase the friction on his cock. But Vicky rode with
him, keeping the mere tip of her tongue on the small
patch of skin just under his cockhead. She knew that
she was on the thin edge of pleasure and torture with
Frederick. His face was red and there was a sheen of
sweat on his forehead, he was practically gasping for
breath. For long minutes she made him strain and fight
for release. Finally she felt his cock pulse on her
tongue and a few seconds later it happened again. He
was about to cum. Vicky locked her lips on his stiff
shaft as she felt his cockhead swell even larger.
Frederick surged his hips out his chair trying to
stuff his cock down Vicky's throat, he had to cum, and
he had to do it now. Vicky felt the first hot spurt of
cum in her mouth, and then she delivered her final
touch. She lightly grazed her teeth over and around
the swollen, straining cockhead .
Frederick gasped and wheezed, "Oh goaaaaahhhhh," he
sounded breathlessly. He shot his load into Vicky's
mouth as the tips of her teeth extracted the maximum
of pleasure and pain from his blood engorged cock.
Finally he collapsed back in his chair, his cock pop-
ping from her mouth. When he'd finally caught his
breath, Frederick said weakly, "My God Vicky, I wish
you'd tell me when you're going to do something like
that, I need to warm up or stretch or do something."
Vicky stood, straightening her clothes, "That would
take half the fun out of it."
"For you maybe. I however, would appreciate some warn-
ing when you're going to use that felony fellatio
technique on me."
From outside the house, they heard a car approach,
stop, and then the clicks and thunks of two car doors
opening and closing. Frederick dragged himself out of
his chair and began to zip up his pants and tuck in
his shirt. "That'll be young Mason. I need to get
these contracts ready for him to take."
Vicky smiled at Frederick, "Now that I've had an
appetizer," she daintily wiped the corners of her
mouth with a pinky finger, "I'll see how dinner is
progressing." She left the room.
**
Back in the family room Beth and Robert looked up to
see the outside door open. Robert was delighted to see
Erika Stevens, the babe of his masturbation fantasies
come in followed by her boyfriend, Mason Edwards.
Erika was Robert's age, and they were seniors at the
same high school. Mason, however, was two years older.
He was a genuine preppie. Tall, intelligent and
blessed with good looks, he was going to a small two-
year school in an effort to qualify for a prestigious
university and medical school. All paid for by a rich
daddy, a rich daddy who insisted that his son do some-
thing in the real world. And since Mason's father knew
Frederick, he figured that a short apprenticeship in
the medical research field would fill the bill. Part
of Mason's apprenticeship was to do odd jobs for
Frederick. Tonight he was here to act as a courier
before he took Erika on a date.
Mason gave Beth and Robert a half wave, "Hi guys, is
your dad in his office?"
"Hi Mason," sang out Beth.
"Hey," said Robert. "Yeah, I think he's in the office,
you might want to knock on the door though."
Mason turned to Erika and said, "I'll just be a
minute."
As Mason left the room, Erika sighed, folded her arms
under her ample breasts and looked around the room
with a dreadfully bored expression. "So, Robert, are
you still snapping your little pictures for the year-
book?"
"Not hardly." Robert may have become instantly erect
when Erika walked into the room, but he wasn't so
smitten by her sexuality that he couldn't talk. "The
yearbook had to go to the printers weeks ago, I've
moved on."
"Ah...big chess club tournament, or some such, no
doubt," she said with sarcasm.
Their school had a chess team capable of winning the
state championship, but Robert wasn't going to point
that out and reinforce her nerdy image of him.
"Actually, I'm on the prom committee." He winced
inwardly, that was almost as nerdy, but it was the
truth. "Are you going?"
Erika ran her finger over the back of a chair as if
she were looking for dust. "I haven't decided yet."
Oh sure, thought Robert, the girls in her clique
wouldn't dare pass up the opportunity to spend a
fortune on evening wear and hair and makeup. Not to
mention the limousine rides and parties and showing
off their stud-muffin dates. He decided to tease her
a bit. "You mean good old Mason hasn't asked you yet?"
Erika looked at him as if he'd asked something ridi-
culous, "I'll be the one telling Mason if we're going
or not."
"Gee, I dunno Erika, Mason's a lot of rich, handsome
stud for just one girl, he may have a date with
someone else that night."
Erika laughed so hard and fast she snorted. She
smoothed her hands down her dress drawing it tight
against her fantastic figure, tossed her hair back
and said, "Why would he date anyone else?"
Robert and his painful erection would have to agree
with that. He had to admit that he'd gladly take Erika
anywhere she wanted on prom night, and spend any
amount of money on her, all in the hope that she'd
give him a peck on the cheek for a goodnight kiss.
Yeah, he sighed inwardly, like there was anyway that
could be arranged.
Just then gears meshed, bells rang, and the light
bulb of inspiration came on in his mind. "Would you
like to make a little bet on that?" he asked Erika.
She looked curious, "What kind of bet?"
"I think Mason might be seeing other girls. If I can
prove that he's had a date, with someone else besides
you, between now and prom night, then you have to go
to the prom with me. It has to be a real date. You
dance with me and everything. You don't just walk in
the door, and then abandon me."
Erika shrugged, "And if I win?"
"You name it."
Erika looked thoughtful for a second and then her eyes
lit on Beth. "OK, if I win then you have to go to the
prom with your sister." She taunted him with a smile,
"It has to be a real date, with dancing and everything.
You can't just show up and then abandon her."
Robert didn't hesitate, "It's a bet," he said.
Mason reappeared in the family room's inner door with
a large manila envelope in his hand, "What's a bet?"
he asked.
Erika took his arm, "That you wouldn't leave me all
alone for another hour."
Mason frowned, "But I was only gone a few minutes, and
you were hardly alone."
"Oh dear, I guess it just seemed that long, considering
the insipid conversation in here."
Mason had the grace to blush over his girlfriend's
comments. As he took Beth's arm and hustled her to
the car, Mason called over his shoulder, "See you guys
later."
"Bye, Mason," called out Beth.
As Mason's car pulled away, Beth looked at Robert.
"Well, stepbrother I'd say you've dug a hole for
yourself this time."
"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"I mean, how are you going to catch Mason with another
girl? Your prom's in what, three weeks? Are you going
to stalk him with your trusty camera at your side in
hopes that he talks to someone else?"
Robert took a seat in one of the family room chairs.
"Actually, I was thinking of setting him up with
someone."
"Who do you know that Mason would go out with and risk
losing the beautiful Erika?"
Robert raised his hand and popped a finger at Beth,
"You."
"Me?" she spluttered. "The man barely knows I'm alive.
What makes me a candidate?"
Robert held up the finger with which he'd been pointing
at Beth. "One, your smarter than Erika and you have
about ten times her personality." He popped up another
finger, "Two, you're very pretty, whether you know it
or not. And three," another finger arose, "you're
practically in love with him."
Beth stared at him, mouth agape. "OK, OK...that chair
you're in has more smarts and personality than Erika.
And I'm glad that you think I'm pretty, but she has a
body to die for, and I have this baby fat padded, pear
shaped blob. And...and what makes you think that I
even like Mason, much less that I'm in love with him."
Robert interlaced his fingers and put them in his lap.
"Oh please, when he's in the house, your eyes are like
two lasers tracking him around. And when you talk to
him there's so much lilt in your voice it's a wonder
that you don't burst into song."
Beth scrunched her nose at her stepbrother. "I may
lilt a little, but at least I'm not going to run
upstairs and lock myself in my room to relive Erika's
visit."
"Hey now," said Robert, "let's not go there."
"Besides," shrugged Beth, "there's no way I'm going
to ask him for a date, and there's no reason for
Mason to ask me out. Erika was right, when he's got
her gorgeous bod on his arm why would he fool with
any one else, especially me?"
"I," said Robert, as he stood as if to make a formal
announcement, "have a plan." He walked over to his
sister, "The first thing we do is get rid of these."
He removed her glasses.
"Hey, I need those. It's only in the movies that the
girl takes off her glasses, lets down her hair,
becomes beautiful and still sees perfectly well. In
case you hadn't noticed, the actress is usually drop
dead gorgeous before they put the glasses on her and
put her hair in a bun."
Robert returned the glasses, "Yeah, I know, but you
have such a pretty face, it's a shame to hide it.
Besides, you know as well as I that the doctor said
you could wear contacts after your last examination.
So tomorrow we're off to the mall to get that done.
And," he added after a few seconds thought, "there's
something I need right now."
"What's that?" she asked.
"One of your bras."
"Say what?"
Robert stared at his sister's chest with concern.
"You do wear one, don't you?"
**
A few days later Robert walked into Beth's bedroom
carrying a paper bag. "Hi Beth, are you ready for the
next part of the plan?"
She turned to look at her stepbrother. She'd taken to
wearing the contact lenses right away. And she had to
admit that she liked the way she looked without
glasses, but she was still leery of what Robert had
in mind. "Now what?"
"OK, when you said that there was no reason for Mason
to ask you out, you gave me an idea. We'll just have
to make him think that you two have some interests in
common. And to that end I did a little research. It
turns out that Mason is a nut about cars and Formula
One racing."
Beth frowned, "Formula racing?" She had a vision of
numbers, letters and Greek symbols chasing one another
down a track.
"Formula One, it's a car racing series. And here," he
pulled a book out of the paper bag, "is everything you
need to know to impress our victim."
"So all I have to do is walk up to Mason and say, how
about that...," she flipped open the book, picking a
name at random "...uh...Fangio. Great little car isn't
it?"
Robert sighed, "Fangio was a driver, not a car, and I
wish you'd listen to the rest of the plan before you
start making fun of it."
Beth gave him a mocking salute, "I'm sorry, oh great
leader, dazzle me with your wily ways."
Robert took a deep breath. "OK, Formula One races are
held all over the world, but mostly in Europe. And the
races always start on Sundays around noon local time,
which would make for a live broadcast here about..."
he gestured to Beth.
"Oh...uh...early morning?"
"Right, just in time for breakfast in the eastern US.
That's what Mason and a bunch of his friends do. They
gather at a little restaurant out on route eleven
where they eat breakfast and watch the race."
Beth filled in, "And Erika's never there because she
couldn't be bothered to get out of bed that early, but
I'll be there to show Mason that he and I have a
shared interest?"
"Right."
Beth looked at her brother, then at the book in her
hands, and then back to her stepbrother with a very
skeptical look on her face.
Robert held up his hand to forestall any remarks,
"There's more." He reached into the paper bag and
withdrew the bra that Beth had loaned him. "This is
our secret weapon." He tossed it to Beth.
The bra slipped through her hands and fell to the
floor with a thud. She picked it up and hefted the
undergarment in her hand. "It weighs a ton. Is this
is your secret weapon? A lead lined bra? I think you
have the wrong concept of firm titties."
"It's not lead, those are carefully placed magnets
in the cups."
"Magnets? Is this some quack gimmick to make my
breasts grow? Couldn't you just buy some of that
breast enhancement cream they advertise on the
Internet? I'm sure it would be much more comfortable.
And probably just as ineffective"
Robert pulled a small bottle from his bag and said,
"You'll be eating those smart remarks in about a week.
This is the latest thing from Dad's lab."
"Oh?" her father's inspirations were not fraudulent
scams.
Robert continued, "He's been working on the effect
of magnetic fields on tissue bonding and regeneration.
Now, you take a teaspoon of this stuff every day for
a week," he handed Beth the bottle, "and be sure you
wear that bra. You're going to be amazed at the change
in your figure."
"And I suppose the extra weight in my tummy and thighs
ends up in my breasts?"
"You've reduced a very complicated bio-chemical
process to its most simple terms, but yes, that's
about it."
Beth shook her head. "I don't care how hard it is to
do, it sounds cosmetic and pretty frivolous for
something Dad worked out."
"Yeah but this cosmetic stuff is worth a fortune. With
the tons of money they'll make off this technique,
Dad's lab will be able to push the technology on to
the regeneration of nerve and brain cells."
Beth nodded her head, "Nothing frivolous about that."
She held the bottle up to examine the contents. "Are
you sure this is safe? Has it been tested and every-
thing?"
Robert laughed, "Oh yeah, you ought to go by Dad's lab
and look at the female technicians. I bet there's
nothing smaller than a D-cup in the whole place."
Beth looked askance at the bottle and then the bra
and then her brother, but then she stood up and made
a shooing motion with her hands. "OK, get out so I
can take my medicine, put on my Xena breastplate here
and then study up on this racing stuff."
**
A week passed. It was the Friday morning before the
Sunday of Mason's seduction, as Beth had begun to
think of it. There was no school and Robert had left
the house saying something about making another move
in their little game. Beth sighed, Robert was smart
but he hadn't thought of everything. Namely, that Beth
didn't have a thing to wear to a seduction. But she
knew where to go for help.
She found Vicky eating breakfast at the counter in
the kitchen as she read the morning paper. "Uh Vicky,
can I ask you something?"
Vicky put down her paper. "Sure honey, what's up?"
"You always dress so well that I thought you might
help me find something...uh...nice for an older guy?"
"Older? How much older?" Vicky asked with concern.
"Uh...you know...Mason, Daddy's assistant."
"Oh," Vicky was relieved. She definitely put Mason in
the boy category.
"Well honey, you have lots of outfits and dresses, I'm
sure that..."
Beth interrupted, "But they don't fit anymore and
besides, they aren't...uh...sexy enough."
Vicky looked at Beth. She was wearing her usual casual
clothes: baggy jeans that dragged the floor and a tee
shirt that was covered by a loose fitting flannel
shirt. Vicky walked over to Beth, "Your clothes don't
fit? Have you been gaining weight?" She opened Beth's
shirt to get a better look at the girl's figure.
Vicky's eyes shot open wide, "Holy cow Beth, look at
you girl."
Beth's jeans were cinched in by a belt or else they
would have fallen off her narrow waist. The tail of
her tee shirt had to be gathered and folded to get
it into her jeans. But then that tee shirt had to do
a stretch to fit over a pair of ripe, full breasts.
Vicky looked incredulous, "When did this happen?"
Beth blushed, "I guess I sort of blossomed overnight."
She didn't want to mention the treatment that Robert
had brought to her.
"Yeah, I guess so," said Vicky. She reached up and
squeezed one of Beth's ample breasts. "Is that all
you?" She kneaded Beth's breast unconsciously for a
few seconds and then jerked her hand back from the
firm feeling. "Sorry, it certainly is all you."
"Yeah...yeah...it's a little overwhelming," Beth
stammered. "Could you help me out?"
Vicky picked at Beth's clothes and ran her fingers
through Beth's hair. "You know honey," said Vicky,
"I'm thinking complete makeover."
"Really? I thought maybe just a couple of things..."
"Now you leave it to me." Vicky walked to the kitchen
phone that hung on the wall. "I'm going to make a few
calls and then we're off to town."
**
Several hours later Beth dropped two heavy shopping
bags onto the floor of a hair styling salon. She was
exhausted. She'd never tried on so many clothes at
one time in her life. Vicky was some sort of shopping
machine, and she'd had them both running at full speed
all morning.
Vicky gestured to a middle aged balding man who was
walking toward them. "Beth, this is Johnny, my
stylist. He's going to do your hair."
Johnny smiled and softly shook Beth's hand. "Hello
dear," he said in a surprisingly deep voice.
"Now keep it simple Johnny, she has to be able to
wash, blow dry and run in the morning."
Johnny shrugged, "Everyone has to do that these days,
Vicky. Run along and do some more shopping darling,
I'll take care of her."
Vicky looked at Beth, "OK honey, I'll meet you in that
little coffee spot across the street in two hours."
Beth nodded. Vicky went her way and Beth let Johnny
lead her to a chair.
An hour later Beth studied her image in a hand held
mirror. Johnny, or one of his helpers, had cut, washed,
rinsed, conditioned and styled her hair, and she loved
it. Her old hair had been pretty much all one length,
with a simple center part, falling on either side of
her face. Now she had light bangs and her hair was
feather cut in stages on the sides until it reached
the longest length on her neck. A rinse had added
highlights to her brunette color and a conditioner
made it full-bodied. Beth shook her head back and
forth and she was delighted to see her hair seem to
flow from one side to the other.
Beth smiled, "I love it Johnny, thank you so much."
She stood, intending to gather her stuff to leave.
Johnny took her arm, "You're welcome dear, but we
aren't through yet."
"Oh?"
He led her to a small desk where an elderly lady sat.
"Beth, this is Eva, she's going to do your makeup."
Beth tried not to show her surprise. Eva, she thought,
ought to fix her own makeup first, she looked way over
done. Beth sat down nervously, she didn't want this
woman to pull out a trowel and start applying founda-
tion.
Eva studied Beth's face and said, "I like to do young
ladies with smooth skin like yours. There's so little
to be done." Beth's fears were calmed a bit by that
statement. Eva took a few minutes to pick shades and
colors and then pull out various jars and bottles.
Then she took Beth through a series of steps, carefully
explaining what she was doing and why. A few minutes
later Beth was looking at her new face in the mirror.
She looked perfectly natural. Her eyes were lightly
accented and the lip blush that Eva had applied looked
much more natural than the shade she normally used.
"Do you like that, dear?" asked Eva.
"Oh yes, thank you very much."
"Would you like to see something for the evening?"
"Uh...I guess so," said Beth. Her attempts at looking
sophisticated were usually failures. The only times
that she really wanted to dress up was to go somewhere
with her father, and he was always so, 'Oh honey, a
young girl like you doesn't need makeup'.
Eva went to work once more. She had Beth brush here
and dab there. At first Beth thought it was too much,
that she'd have that clown look like some of the girls
at school thought was so bold and sassy. But then Eva
showed her how to blend in and smooth over and suddenly
Beth couldn't believe she was looking at herself. It
was as if the woman in the mirror was the older, more
beautiful sister to the girl she had been just a couple
of hours ago.
She had been a pie-faced girl with lank hair and
glasses a couple of weeks ago. And then, between
Robert's weight shift technique and the ministrations
of these professionals, she had turned into someone
almost unrecognizable to herself. She had cheekbones
and gorgeous eyes and a mouth that was sensuously
dark red.
"Oh Miss Eva, it looks great, how can I thank you."
Eva smiled, "Don't worry dear, we have your credit
card number, that's thanks enough. Now you take these
cosmetics home and practice. Remember, natural beauty
takes a lot of hard work."
Beth thanked her again and went to retrieve her
shopping bags. As she picked up the bags an idea hit
her, there was no point in letting her new hair and
face go to waste. She retraced her steps until she
found Eva. "Miss Eva, do you have a room where I can
change?"
**
Vicky took a seat at a table in the coffee shop where
she planned to meet Beth. She sipped at her coffee
and looked at her watch. Beth should be here, she
thought as she idly watched a woman entering the shop.
It looked as if the woman was wearing an outfit like
the one that Beth had shown Vicky earlier in the day.
Well it certainly looked great on this woman, thought
Vicky. She had on a navy skirt that was hemmed daringly
half way up the thigh, and a long sleeve, gathered at
the cuff gray silk blouse that was open low enough to
allow a matching lace bra to play peek-a-boo. Very
sexy, thought Vicky, and very... Oh My God...the young
woman in the sexy outfit was Beth!
Vicky jumped up. "Oh honey, you look fabulous."
Beth giggled and did a little modeling turn. "Do you
really think so?" She gestured at her clothes, "You
don't think I look like a little girl playing dress
up?"
Vicky gave her an admiring look from top to bottom.
"No little girl showing in that skirt." She looked
thoughtful for a second. "There's no need to hurry
home and waste this look on your father and brother."
She grabbed Beth's hand and pulled her out the door
of the coffee shop. "Let's go show you off somewhere."
A few minutes later, after stashing their packages in
the car, Vicky and Beth were entering Dave's Bar and
Grill. The name belied a very upscale bar and dining
establishment. Happy hour had begun and the downstairs
bar was filling with men and women of the local
business district. Vicky and Beth were lucky enough to
claim two recently vacated stools at the bar.
One of three bartenders approached them. "Hello ladies,
what can I get you?"
Vicky spoke up, "I'll have a vodka rocks and my friend
will have iced tea, real iced tea."
The bartender nodded and left them.
"Oh, can't I have a drink?" kidded Beth.
"No, you just sip your tea and no one will know. You'll
look very sophisticated."
The bartender brought their glasses. Beth picked hers
up and took a drink. "Sip or gulp, I don't think anyone
is paying attention."
Vicky turned on her stool until she was facing Beth.
"Here, I'll show you something. Now turn and face me."
Beth did as she was told. "Now cross your legs." Beth
did so. "Sit up straight honey, so you can show those
assets."
Beth blushed, but she sat up and threw back her
shoulders.
"That's it honey, my God, are those things still
growing?"
Beth giggled.
"That's it honey, keep your eyes on me and laugh
and smile like I'm telling you something really
fascinating."
Again, Beth did as she was bid.
"OK," said Vicky. "When I tell you, glance around the
room real quick." Vicky waited a few more seconds and
then said, "Now look."
Beth took her eyes off Vicky and swept them around
the room. When her eyes returned to Vicky she was
amazed. "Vicky, I think half the guys in here are
looking at us."
"Not us honey, I'm sure it's pretty much just you."
Suddenly a woman appeared out of the crowd waving her
arms. "Vicky! How are you doing?"
Vicky put her drink back on the bar, jumped off her
stool, and threw her arms around the woman. "Susan,
dear, it's been forever." The two women hugged.
Vicky gestured to Beth, "Susan, this is Beth. Beth,
this is Susan, we used to work together way back
when."
Beth shook hands with Susan and then turned back to
the bar when Susan and Vicky became engrossed in a
conversation that she could barely hear in the noisy
bar, much less take part in.
A bartender, not the same one who had served them
before, stopped in front of Beth. She said, "Two
gentleman at the end of the bar bought these for
you." When Beth hesitated, the bartender said,
"Look honey, it's two free drinks at the worst."
Beth gave her a little what-the-heck shrug and the
bartender swept away their old drinks and set down
the fresh ones she was carrying. Beth peered down
the bar where two young men were raising their glasses
to her. Beth raised her own glass and nodded her
thanks. She took a sip and almost choked, there was
no tea in her tea. Whatever was in the glass may
have looked like ice tea, but it certainly wasn't.
She'd had liquor before. It was standard fare at
sleepovers with her girlfriends. She kind of liked
the warm fuzzy feeling that alcohol gave her, but she
could do without making sacrifices to the porcelain
goddess and the hangovers.
Before she could put her glass back on the bar Beth
felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, and one of
the men who had bought the drinks was standing there.
"Hi," he said, giving her a warm smile, "my name is
Charles."
Beth introduced herself. She'd always thought meeting
guys in a bar was a seedy, cliched thing to do, but
now that it was happening to her, she wasn't so sure.
She had to admit that Charles was gook looking. He
was about six feet tall with fine brown hair and brown
eyes. He looked fresh and alert in his suit, in
contrast to most of the guys in the bar who had
loosened their ties or removed their coats.
"Thank you for the drinks," Beth said.
"What?" Charles cupped a hand to his ear.
"Thanks for the drinks," Beth spoke as loudly as she
could without yelling.
Charles nodded, "You're welcome." He stepped closer
to Beth so that her knee was touching his hip.
"Listen, would you like to go upstairs? It's much
quieter, we could talk a while."
Beth tapped Vicky on the shoulder. As she turned Beth
said, "Charles and I are going upstairs, Susan can have
my seat." Beth knew she'd just implied that she knew
Charles, when he was actually a stranger. But what
could happen in the middle of a restaurant?
Vicky looked Charles over and then said, "OK honey,
I'll come get you when it's time to leave."
Charles took her drink and led Beth through the crowd
to the stairs that climbed to the dining area.
The dining room at Dave's was a labyrinth of hallways
lined with booths. The booths were comfortably padded
with high wingbacks and dimly lit for the diner's
privacy. An onlooker had to practically stop and peer
into the booth in order to see the people sitting
within.
Beth and Charles followed the hostess until she
ushered them into a vacant booth. Beth slid in and
Charles slid in next to her. They were so close that
their thighs were touching. A server appeared almost
immediately and Charles ordered another drink.
"So," Charles said, "what agency do you model for?"
Beth laughed, "Do you use that pickup line very often?"
"Only when I think it applies. You could be a model."
"Uh huh," agreed Beth skeptically. "I'm afraid I'm
just a school girl."
"Oh? Do you go to State?" He was referring to the
local campus of the state university.
Beth picked up her drink and said, "Mmmm..." as
noncommittally as possible. She was surprised to see
that most of the drink was gone. She'd been sipping
at it nervously.
They talked about Beth until Charles' drink arrived.
She took the opportunity to change the subject.
"Alright, tell me about yourself."
"OK, I was born in North Carolina; I went to school
at Chapel Hill where I was a finance and economics
major. I was recruited by a commodities firm here in
the city and here I am, single and unattached."
Beth said, "I think you may have glossed over a detail
or two but that's a start." She took another sip of
her drink. "I've always wondered about that commodities
stuff, how does that work?"
Charles frowned, "Are you sure that you want to hear
about commodity trading? It's pretty boring unless
you're into it."
"Sure," anything, Beth thought, to keep from revealing
her age or having to talk about her boring life.
Charles turned a bit and put his arm along the top of
the seat cushion behind Beth's head. "OK, let's see,
you have to understand contracts first..."
Beth leaned her head back against Charles' arm and
gazed into his eyes. She didn't know if it was the
alcohol or the cozy setting, but outside of her own
home, she'd never felt so warm and fuzzy and safe.
She wasn't exactly following Charles' mini-lecture
but she loved the soft southern drawl of his low
voice.
She followed his free hand as it turned and gestured
as if he were orchestrating his own voice. His hand
dipped low and a finger tapped her knee as he made a
point and then it tapped again and then his fingertips
rested on her knee and began caress her leg.
She looked up as if to ask what he thought he was
doing with her knee, when Charles leaned forward and
brushed his lips across hers. It seemed as if it was
the most natural thing in the world to do, and Beth
thought it was the most erotic thing that had ever
happened to her. She'd kissed boys before and those
kisses were wet and sloppy in comparison to Charles'
electric touch. His fingers felt as if they were
burning her skin as they made little circles up the
inside of her thigh.
Beth had never been so excited in her life. She slid
down in the seat a bit and tilted her head, encouraging
his hand and inviting another kiss. Charles responded
with a soft kiss on her upper lip and then her lower
one. Then he kissed her firmly, parting his lips and
slipping his tongue into her mouth, while almost as
smoothly, he pushed aside the crotch of her panties
and eased a finger into her already wet pussy.
Oh God, this is so thrilling and sexy, thought Beth.
A couple of feet away people were having dinner and
she knew that someone was likely to pass by their
booth at any time. And here she was, a man's tongue
filling her mouth and his finger reaming her pussy
and brushing her clit with each movement of his hand.
It was too much. Suddenly her orgasm was there, with
practically no warning. Her pussy clutched and milked
at his finger as her back arched and she held onto
Charles' arms as if she were about to fall. Her orgasm
wasn't of the mind blinding, leg quivering variety,
but it was warm and fulfilling.
Beth's orgasm washed away just as quickly as it had
arrived. Charles pulled back and gave her room to sit
up and straighten her clothing. He smiled at Beth, not
the smile of someone who's had his way or made a sexual
conquest, but the smile of someone who has shared a
pleasure.
"Well there you are." Vicky suddenly appeared next to
the booth. "I thought I'd never find you." She gave
Beth and Charles the once over. Something was going
on here and she was pretty sure that she wouldn't like
it. "Let's go honey, time to get home."
Charles levered himself out of the booth and helped
Beth up. Holding on to Beth's hand he asked, "Can I
have your number?"
Vicky snatched Beth's hand from Charles, "Don't worry
honey, we know where to find you."
Beth barely had time to wave bye to Charles over her
shoulder before Vicky dragged her around the corner
and out of sight. All the way home Beth had to listen
to a lecture from Vicky on men and bars and men in
bars.
**
Rick Rogers had two passions in life, cars and babes.
Those passions, and the fact that his father owned the
business, was why he worked for a dealership that
specialized in sporty foreign cars and it was also the
reason that he was sneaking into the boss's office.
It was Saturday and Rick knew that the boss, his
father, wouldn't be in today. He made sure that the
office door was locked and he didn't bother to turn
on any lights in the windowless room. Rick put his
eye to the crack between the door and its frame. And
there, across the showroom was Crystal, the perfect
woman to get him through a slow morning.
Crystal was the receptionist for the dealership. She
was a tall blonde with a dazzling smile and legs that
went all the way up. Her honey sweet voice was a
sultry treat to the ear even if she was only announcing
a phone call or the arrival of an appointment.
She was on the phone now. Crystal's long legs were
crossed underneath her glass top desk and Rick had a
perfect view as she unconsciously re-crossed her
shapely legs and dangled a small sling back shoe from
her toes.
"Oh yeah, baby," Rick said to himself as he fished his
cock from his suit pants. He rubbed himself hard and
wondered if his father ever did this.
No, Rick decided, his father would never resort to
masturbating while peeking at his receptionist. It was
much more likely that he would call Crystal into his
office and bend her over the office desk and then slip
his salami into her pussy.
Rick sighed; it seemed that nature should insure that
fathers and sons have cocks of roughly the same size.
He could remember taking a shower with his father. He
must have been four years old and it suddenly dawned
on him that the piece of meat between his father's
legs served the same purpose as the little nubbin that
was between his. In his mind's eye his father's cock
was as large as his own arm at four years of age.
As Rick aged and grew in his sexual awareness, he
began to dream of having a penis like his father's.
As a teenager he waited and prayed for his tiny penis
to sprout like a cucumber on a vine, but it never
happened. He was cursed with a cock that he could
hide entirely in his hand, even when it was hard like
it was now.
But that didn't matter right now. Rick's fingers
formed up in a circle around the head of his cock
and he began to jerk off. He might not have the nerve
to ask Crystal for a date, but that wouldn't stop him
from a little sexual fantasy. He could imagine his
hands sliding along those shapely calves, kissing the
crooks of her knees and then...
Damn, someone was standing in front of Crystal's desk,
blocking his view. Of course that view wasn't bad.
There was a pair of white tennis shoes and short white
socks. Looking on up there was a nice pair of legs,
not as good as Crystal's of course, but then few were.
On up to a pair of short shorts hugging feminine hips
and leading to a slim waist where a tee shirt was
tucked in. The girl turned away from Crystal's desk
and for a second Rick saw her in profile, and he came
near to shooting his load all over the door.
My God thought Rick, what a pair of tits. As she
turned to face the office where Rick was hidden he
moaned softly. The outer curves of her breasts were
beyond the line of her chest. Hell, they almost
covered her upper arms. Rick pumped his fist faster;
he just had to cum now.
Suddenly Rick realized who was behind the girl. It
was his buddy Robert, the guy with whom he had an
appointment. Crystal must have directed them in his
direction. Rick stuffed his rapidly softening cock
back in his pants and zipped up his zipper. He clicked
on the room lights and checked his zipper. He ran his
fingers through his hair and checked his zipper. And
then after making sure his tie was straight he checked
his zipper and opened the door.
"Hey Robert, how's it going?" said Rick as he shook
his friend's hand and struggled not to stare at the
babe by his side.
"Hi Rick," replied Robert, "you remember my sister,
Beth."
Rick finally got around to looking at the girl's face.
Holy cow, he thought, it really is Beth. He had known
that Beth was coming with Robert but he thought that
she was still in the car or something.
"Beth!" He took her hand. "Wow, I haven't seen you in
a while. I almost didn't know you."
Beth smiled and shook hands, she was beginning to
enjoy all these shocked looks when she was revealed.
"Hi Rick, I hope you can tell me what we're doing.
Robert's being very mysterious."
Rick gave a Robert a conspiratorial wink. "I wasn't
sure we could do this, but..." he pulled a set of car
keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of
Robert and Beth, "it's all set now."
As the three walked out of the showroom and into the
morning sunlight Beth demanded, "What's all set?"
Rick began to explain, "Your brother told me about his
bet with Erika and how you were going to trick Mason
into a date and the Formula One breakfast and every-
thing. And so I said that if you could drive up in a
hot car, then good old Mason would be really hooked.
Although," he gave Beth and appreciative look, "I
don't know how he could resist you, car or no car.
But," they stopped next to a small, low to the ground,
metallic silver car, "this is Mason's dream car and
it's available, so you might as well use it."
"Awww...it's so cute," purred Beth.
The two males rolled their eyes at each other. "It's
not cute, said Robert. "It's a Porsche 911. It has
almost three hundred horse power and handles like you
wouldn't believe. And," he continued, "we get to use
it for the weekend."
Beth's face lit up, "Way cool, can I drive it home?"
Rick felt his hard-on return with a vengeance. The
thought of this hot babe in that hot car was a real
turn on. He couldn't pass up this opportunity.
"Hey listen," Rick said. "Why don't I show Beth how
to really handle this thing in order to impress Mason.
We'll drive around for a bit and then she can take it
home."
Robert looked at his sister, "That's fine with me.
Rick's a heck of a driver, Beth. Is that OK with you?"
Beth shrugged, "Sounds good to me. I'll see you at
home."
Robert left and Rick quickly unlocked the Porsche's
door. Beth hopped in and Rick carefully adjusted her
seat so that she could reach all the controls properly.
Then he took off his suit coat and seated himself in
the passenger's seat with his coat folded in his lap.
Rick adjusted his seat to the limit of its rearward
travel and leaned the seatback to the rear until he
could keep an eye on Beth without being seen to do
so. Not only was he going to teach her a few things
about driving, he was going to entertain himself.
As Beth drove off the sales lot and into traffic Rick
slid his right hand under his coat and adjusted his
hard-on to a comfortable position. He strummed his
fingers over the head of his cock through his pants.
Yeah, he thought, that felt good. With his left arm
and his coat hiding the movement he could get his
rocks off without the sexy Beth noticing.
He'd done this before, usually while he sat in the
back of a sedan as the beautiful, young trophy wife
of some rich executive took a test drive. Rick would
hunch forward behind the husband. And then, as he
pointed out the car's features, he would gaze down
the wife's blouse and smell her perfume and whip his
hand over his hard-on.
They left the city and Rick directed Beth onto a
rolling back road that he often took to show off cars
to prospective buyers. He instructed her on how to
hold the wheel, how to brake and hit the apex of a
curve and then to accelerate out of the curve.
Beth was tentative at first but then she grew bolder
as Rick urged her on and she realized that the Porsche
would go where she pointed it. And Rick loved it. His
gazed traveled from her pretty face, that was in rapt
attention to the road, past her breasts that swayed
and dipped with the car's movements and on to the
muscles in her tanned legs as they worked the pedals.
Rick became more and more excited. Beth rounded a
curve and hit the throttle. He could feel the cum
building in his cock. Oh God, he thought, she must
have us up to eighty on this little two-lane road.
He cleared his throat and fought to keep his voice
steady. "OK Beth, there's a second gear, right-hand
corner at the end of this straight. Let's see you
really nail it."
Beth nodded. She waited until the last second and hit
the brake to slow the car for the tight turn. As she
smoothly put the car into second gear Rick's hand was
flying back and forth over his cock. This girl was so
sexy...he was about to cum...he just had to cum right
now...he...he heard Beth gasp.
It was funny how absolute, crap in your pants fear
could seem to slow down time. As they rounded the
curve Rick had time to wonder who put the wall in the
middle of the road. Then the wall resolved itself
into a stack of hay bales moving at a crawl on the
back of a low trailer that was being pulled by a
tractor.
Rick waited for Beth to panic and stab at the brake.
The anti-lock system wouldn't let them slide, but they
would still pile into the hay bales. Rick could just
imagine the Porsche looking like an accordion shaped
car from a cartoon as it was pulled out from under a
mountain of hay. If he didn't die in the wreck then
his father would probably choke him to death with his
bare hands.
But then the wall of hay swerved to the side as Beth
flicked the steering wheel to the left and put the gas
to the floor. Rick was beginning to believe that he
would live to see another day, but then he saw the
mini-van. It was big and it was red and it was coming
at them at a terrific closing rate in the same lane.
Again time slowed for Rick. He felt the Porsche's
engine trying to push them out of harm's way. He saw
the hay bales moving past his side window. Good Lord,
could this trailer be any longer? He could see the
driver in the mini-van. It would help if this guy hit
his brakes and gave them room to get back in their
lane. But noooo...this guy was half turned in his seat
looking at something behind him. And not only that, he
had a cell phone clamped to his ear and he was steering
with one finger while he held onto a soda can.
If I get killed today, thought Rick, I'm going to haunt
this stupid son of a bitch and stuff that mini-van up
his fat ass one piece at a time, even if it takes all
of eternity.
Now, as the big rear wheels of the tractor passed his
side window, Rick had the satisfaction of seeing a look
of absolute terror on the face of the mini-van's
driver's face as he turned just in time to see the nose
of the Porsche disappear underneath the edge of his
windshield.
Beth yanked the wheel to the right. Rick could have
sworn that they were going be the meat in a tractor
and mini-van sandwich, but somehow the Porsche managed
to yaw its way between the two vehicles.
Rick suddenly became aware of an awful pain in his
crotch. He'd been holding his dick for dear life during
the few seconds of their nightmare. He turned loose of
himself and wondered if he'd had that orgasm that had
seemed so important a few seconds ago. He honestly
couldn't remember. He'd have to check his shorts for
cum and other body fluids when he got home.
**
Beth moaned and rolled over. She hit the button on her
clock radio to stop its insistent ringing. It was six-
thirty on Sunday morning. "Uhhh..." she groaned into
her pillow, "I hope Robert appreciates this." It was
time for her to make herself alluring to Mason at the
Formula One race breakfast.
Beth padded into her bathroom and looked at her image
in the mirror. Her hair was sticking out at odd angles
and her eyes were red and puffy. "Nobody can look good
at this time of the morning," she mumbled to herself
as she turned on the shower and reached for her tooth-
brush.
An hour later Beth looked in the mirror once again.
"That's better," she said to herself. She had showered,
powdered and perfumed and then she had put on her
preppy clothing for Mason. She was wearing khaki shorts
that fit her ass great but were of modest length. Her
top was a navy blue knit polo, no cleavage, but the
stretch material showed off her new breasts nicely. Her
only jewelry was a thin gold chain necklace and a gold
watch to match. She slipped her feet into a pair of
deck shoes that would probably never get anywhere near
a boat, grabbed a matching purse and she was ready to
go.
Robert was waiting for her in the family room. He
looked up when she entered and gave her an appreciative
whistle, "Hey, you look great. Maybe I ought to forget
about Erika and take you to the prom instead."
Beth shook her head, "No way bro', not after all this
trouble. Let's go, I'm getting hungry."
Twenty minutes later they drove the Porsche into the
parking lot of the restaurant. There were a couple of
other Porsches there as well as a whole row of Miatas
and some other sports cars.
"Park over there." Robert pointed to a squared off
sedan in a sickly shade of green. "That's Mason's car."
"It's a Volvo." Beth couldn't believe it. "An heir to
a fortune who loves Porsches and racing, drives a
Volvo?"
Robert shrugged, "When your parents are paying a chunk
of that fortune to put you through a big time medical
school, then you drive what they give you."
They entered the restaurant and made their way to a
partitioned area where there was a buffet and two
large-screen TV's. A dozen tables were arranged in
front of the TV's. Robert looked around until he spied
Rick Rogers and Mason with a couple of chairs propped
against their table, saving places.
Rick saw Robert and Beth approaching. He nudged Mason
and said, "My mystery guests are here."
Mason turned and frowned a bit. "Hi Robert," he said,
and then he looked closely at Beth. "Is this Beth? I
haven't seen you in ages. You look so different." He
snapped his fingers. "You're not wearing glasses."
Beth forced a smile. She wanted to sigh and say, "You
saw me just last week, but you overlooked me as usual."
But she just smiled on and said, "That's right Mason,
I got contacts."
"And you like Formula One racing? I never would have
guessed," said Mason as he pulled out a chair for Beth
next to his and they all sat down.
Robert sat on the other side of Beth, "Yeah we usually
tape the races at the house, but then Rick told me
about these breakfasts and we thought we'd give it a
try."
"So," Mason looked at Beth, "who do you think will win
today?"
Beth stifled a nervous yawn and said, "Oh Mika
Hakkinen, probably."
Mason nodded, "Why do you pick him?" he asked
seriously.
"Because he's the cutest," replied Beth, as if that
explained everything.
"Oh of course, the cuteness factor. We can't forget to
bring that into play," said Mason in a mocking tone.
Beth felt Robert's knee bump into hers underneath the
table. "Well," she continued. "if you have to have
conventional reasons then consider that he has the
pole position, and his McLaren is the fastest car,
providing it holds together."
Mason nodded, "I guess you really do watch the races."
Beth smiled and nodded in agreement and then turned
her head to look at the one of the TV screens. This
may be my first one, she thought, but I am watching
it.
A few minutes later the race started. With Hakkinen's
car on the first row, twenty-six cars screamed towards
the first turn from a standing start. But the first
car through the turn wasn't the Mclaren, it was a red
Ferrari driven by a man named Schumacher.
Beth heard a babble of anticipation from the viewers
in the room but it died away after the race had gone
a few laps and a number of people headed for the
breakfast buffet. "Let's get something to eat," said
Mason, holding her chair once again.
Beth ate and watched the race while the guys talked
about cars and girls and school and cars and
occasionally the race, and then back to girls once
again. It was no wonder that they didn't pay much
attention to the race, thought Beth. Schumacher made
lap after lap with Hakkinen never more than a second
behind. The announcers made a big deal about how, even
though he had the faster car, Hakkinen couldn't pass
because there was only one racing line, and unless
Schumacher made a mistake then Hakkinen's chance to
gain the lead would have to happen at the pit stops.
And then, about one-third of the way into the race,
Hakkinen pulled his McLaren into the pits.
Mason turned to Beth and asked, "What do you think
Schumacher should do? Do you think he's on a one stop
strategy?"
Beth took a deep breath, "I think he should stop on
the next lap, even if he was on a one stop strategy,
and then he can hope that he can get back on the track
in front of Hakkinen. Otherwise Hakkinen will have a
clear track ahead and he'll make up so much time that
he'll pass Schumacher easily at his pit stop."
Mason looked a bit surprised that she could make such
an acute assessment, "Uh...yeah, I think so too."
Robert whispered to his sister, "How did you know all
that?"
Beth whispered back out of the corner of her mouth
like a con planning a jailbreak, "The announcer just
said it, you guys should be paying attention."
In the end, Schumacher pitted much later than the next
lap and that was that. Hakkinen passed him easily and
went on to win the race.
Robert and Beth walked out of the restaurant with Rick
and Mason. "And at what point does he ask me out?"
Beth whispered to her brother.
"Don't worry," Robert whispered back.
When it became apparent that Beth and Robert were about
to get into a Porsche Mason ran over and gushed about
the car. "Wow, where did you guys get this Porsche?"
"Oh we managed to talk Rick's dad into loaning it to
us for the weekend," Robert said.
Mason walked around the car admiring it. "Any chance
you guys could let me drive it or at least have a
ride?"
Beth started to say something but Robert jumped in,
"We have to get home right now, but maybe Beth will
give you a ride later. It's her turn to drive the car
this afternoon."
Mason looked at Beth as if the idea of her driving the
car was strange. But then he seemed to warm to the
idea. "Well, if you don't mind Beth, I'd love to take
a ride with you."
Robert snapped his fingers. "Hey this is great. Beth,
I forgot to tell you, I can't have dinner tonight with
you at Lookout Inn like we'd planned, but maybe you and
Mason can go."
"Oh you can't? How simply awful Robert." Beth put as
much sarcasm in her voice as she could manage. As
usual, her brother hadn't told her about any of this.
"Yeah, it'll be great," Robert continued. "You can
take the old Lookout road up the mountain. How about
it Beth?"
"Oh it's fine with me, that is if Mason would like to
go."
Mason said, "Sure, it's a date. What time do we go?"
All the way home Robert kept pumping his fist in the
air and shouting, "It's a date! It's a date!
**
Late that same day Robert was sitting in his own car
in the parking lot of the Lookout Inn. He checked the
palm-sized video camera and recorder once again.
Satisfied that there were both tape and batteries in
the camera, he peered down the road that led to the
inn. Beth and Mason ought to be here any minute.
The inn had begun life as a hunting lodge for an
eighteenth-century railroad baron. Now it was the only
commercial enterprise on a scenic highway that ran
along a series of mountain ridges. Beth and Mason were
driving up the original access road to the inn. The
road had been scratched out of the mountainside by man
and mule power more than a hundred years ago. As a
result, the now paved road curved around every nip and
tuck in the mountain as it skirted upward.
Finally, Robert saw the Porsche driving slowly into the
parking lot. As they had arranged, Beth made sure that
she parked far enough from Robert's car so that Mason
wouldn't notice him. Robert started his camera and
focused it on the Porsche. Beth emerged from the
driver's side and walked around to Mason's door and
opened it. Robert was surprised to see that Beth had
to actually help the much taller, heavier and stronger
Mason out of the car.
Robert framed the couple as they walked arm in arm into
the dining room of the inn. Beth looked great in a
light, sleeveless summer dress that fell to just above
her knees. Mason, on the other hand, looked a bit
wobbly.
Robert waited a few minutes and followed them into the
inn. He walked through a small waiting room and then
he stopped in a hallway where he could video the
couple.
He had taken about thirty seconds of video when a
shadow loomed up in front of the lenses. Robert lowered
the camera to reveal a man in a plaid shirt with a name
tag that proclaimed him as 'Bob' the dining room's
host.
"May I help you?" the host asked.
"Hi...uh...Bob," said Robert. "I...uh...was just taping
my little sister over there. It's her first car date
and our parents wanted some pictures, you know."
"I see," said the host, not even bothering to look at
Beth. "Well I hope you have enough, because cameras
might make some of our guests nervous. Not all of the
couples in here are husband and wife, if you get my
meaning."
"Oh yeah, sure," replied Robert. "I'm through." He made
a show of turning off the camera and folding away the
little eyepiece.
"Thank you," said the host dryly as he turned and
walked away.
Beth immediately replaced the host's spot in front of
Robert. She grabbed him and pulled him back into the
hallway. She put her hands on her hips and said with
exasperation, "Well this had been a big bust."
Robert pretended to look down the front of Beth's
dress, "Yes, it certainly is," he said with a grin.
Beth slapped him on the arm, "Not that. This date with
Mason is a bust."
"How's that?" asked Robert.
"Mr. 'I love sports cars' tossed his cookies on the way
up here."
"He what?"
"Yeah," said Beth. "I whipped it around a few curves
coming up the mountain - I wasn't really going all
that fast - and Mason is all of a sudden yelling at me
to stop the car. He barely got the door open when he
barfed all over."
Robert put his hand to his mouth trying to hide his
laughter, but a couple of chuckles leaked out.
"Oh sure, laugh it up. I thought you were setting me
up for a nice time and now it looks like we're going
to have tepid water, breadsticks and slow drive home."
Robert held up his hand. "Hey now, how could I know
that on your dream date, your prince would turn into
a frog."
Beth snickered a little. "He is kind of green, isn't
he?"
The brother and sister both laughed at that.
Beth made little shooing motions with her hands. "Go
on home brother, I'm sure I can nurse Mason along and
get him home."
Robert couldn't resist the joke. "You could nurse two
or three Masons with those," he said, leering at her
breasts once more. Then he had to duck away as Beth
threw a real punch at his shoulder.
"I bet you won't make jokes about Erika's breasts, that
is if she'll keep to her bet and go out with you," said
Beth.
Robert waved the camera in the air as he walked away
from his sister. "Oh I have plenty of evidence here.
What else can she do?"
Beth went back to her table where Mason was reading
the menu. As she sat he said, "I'm feeling much better.
Why don't we go ahead and eat?"
"Great," said Beth. Her expectations of the evening
began to return.
The meal went by without any major social gaffes by
either person. Mason not only regained his appetite,
but he seemed to have developed quite a thirst also.
Beth never had to worry about holding up her end of
the conversation, as Mason became verbose on several
glasses of wine.
By the time Beth and Mason left the inn night had
fallen. At Mason's urging they took the scenic highway
back toward the city instead of the twisty access road.
As they rounded a curve several miles from the inn
Mason pointed to a turnoff where there was a parking
area for people who wished to enjoy the view. As she
drove through the parking lot Beth thought the view
was very nice, but she doubted that the people in the
cars with fogged up windows were much concerned about
the scene beyond their cars.
Beth was flattered. She had begun to wonder if Mason
considered her a real date, or just a meal with a kid
he knew. She found out for sure when Mason tuned in a
soft jazz station on the radio and put his arm around
her shoulders. A minute after they had parked, the
couple was kissing passionately.
A few minutes later though, the passion was all one
sided. Beth hadn't been drinking and the secondhand
taste of wine on Mason's lips and tongue wasn't sweet
or pleasant at all. Plus, he was a lousy kisser -
entirely too hard and too wet. And his hands were
roaming all over. Not like the soft caresses that
Charles thrilled her with the other day, Mason's hands
alternated between trying to grab her ass and then her
breasts. Beth was about to pull away and tell Mason
that she had to get home, when he took her hand and put
it on the bulge in his pants.
Now here was something new. She found out what her
girlfriends were talking about when they said that
their boyfriends had a 'rocket in his pocket' or a
'banana in his pants'. The cloth-covered bulge didn't
feel like anything special, but when she ran her hand
along its outline she certainly got a reaction from
Mason. He sighed, leaned back in his seat and finally
quit pawing at her.
Well-well, thought Beth, quite an effect I'm having
here. Mason was starring straight ahead, his eyes sort
of glassy. Every few seconds his hips would twitch or
rise completely off the seat like a puppy forcing his
head into your hand to be petted.
He really loves this, thought Beth. So she was sur-
prised when he lifted her hand away from his crotch.
But it was only for a second. Just long enough for
Mason to unzip his pants and whip out his cock, then
he gave Beth a sort of pleading look.
Oh wow, thought Beth. It was her first live cock. She
reached out and touched it like it was something
separate and alive form Mason. After all, it was sort
of twitching and bobbing on it's own without Mason
seeming to do anything.
Beth ran her fingers over Mason's cock, exploring its
surface. It's like a thick finger, thought Beth, long
and rigid, and surprisingly warm. She swirled her
fingers around the head and was pleased to see Mason
moan in pleasure.
"Like this," whispered Mason, taking Beth's hand he
formed her fingers into a fleshy tube and then slid
them up and down over the warm and now slightly sticky-
wet head.
Beth did as she was asked, but in less than a minute
her arm was aching and the back of her hand was
beginning to hurt from brushing the zipper of Mason's
pants. She was beginning to wonder how long she had to
keep this up when Mason let out a little squeak, his
hips surged upward, and Beth felt a warm glob of some-
thing hit her fingers.
He's cumming! thought Beth. Her aching arm forgotten,
she jacked her hand even faster. She wasn't sure what
to expect. Would more stuff stream out? There couldn't
be much more, could there? After all condoms didn't
fill up like a water balloons. Did they?
A few seconds later it became clear to Beth that
matters were pretty much concluded. Mason pushed her
hand away and tucked away his now deflating member.
Beth moved her hand to the window so she could examine
her wet fingers. So there's millions of sperm in this
semi-clear milky blob, she thought. It didn't look as
if there could be a million of anything in that little
glob of stuff.
Suddenly, she came back to herself. Beth realized that
she must look silly to Mason. She stole a glance in
his direction. But Mason wasn't paying attention to
much of anything. He was snoring softly, his head lying
back on the seat.
Beth sighed, so much for her big date with Mason. She
looked around for something on which to wipe her cummy
fingers. Finally, she cleaned them on Mason's pant's
leg. Then she started the Porsche and drove her dozing
"date" home.
**
The next day was the Monday of prom week. At school,
Robert sought out Erika as she walked down one of the
school hallways between classes. As he came up beside
her, Robert handed Erika the tape he'd taken of Mason
and Beth.
"What's this?" she asked.
Robert said cryptically, "I hope you didn't forget our
bet."
When Erika looked confused, Robert explained, "Just
look at the tape. And keep in mind that I'll pick you
up at seven on Friday." He half expected Erika to
throw the tape back in his face, but she threw it in
her book bag instead and took it with her.
On Tuesday Erika seemed to be always busy or at least
faced the wrong way when Robert was in her vicinity
and he couldn't work up the nerve to ask her if she'd
seen the tape.
On Wednesday Robert was surprised when Erika marched
straight up to him at his locker. She grabbed his hand
and slapped the tape into his palm. "Don't let it be
said that I went back on a bet." When Robert started
to say something, she threw up her hand and said, "You
will pick me up at eight and if you're dressed in any-
thing but a plain, standard tuxedo I'll slam the door
in you face."
Robert managed to say, "Sure, see you then," when Erika
was twenty feet down the hall and out of earshot.
**
At the stroke of eight on Friday night Robert stabbed
the doorbell of Erika's upscale home. He was prepared
to be kept waiting but Erika herself answered the door.
Robert could only stare at her speechlessly. She had
forgone the usual elaborate prom perm, letting her
dark, thick hair flow over her bare shoulders. A gown
that seemed to shimmer in the light from the doorway
matched the colors in her ice blue jewelry. Robert
couldn't take his off the cleavage revealed by her
gown's low cut bodice.
After several seconds of silence Erika sighed, rolled
her eyes and brushed by Robert. "Oh, for heaven's
sake," she said. "Let's get on with it."
Robert and Erika and their affluent schoolmates had
rented a ballroom in one of the city's fancier hotels.
There were two bands set up on either end of the large
room to alternate sets. A dance floor sat in the center
of the room surrounded by tables for the partygoers
and their food and drink.
As they entered the room, one of the junior faculty
members announced their names over a public address
system. Robert was delighted to hear whistles and
applause. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard Erika
moan softly.
They took a seat at a table with some of Erika's pals.
Robert got them some hors d'oeuvres and punch and then
settled down to what he was sure would be an extended
gossip session between the girls. He was mindlessly
girl watching away from the present company when he
felt a tug at his sleeve.
"I said, would you like to dance?" Erika was mouthing
to him in a loud, clear voice that made it clear it
wasn't the first time she'd asked the question.
Robert was startled, but he recovered enough to answer,
"Dance? Sure, I guess so."
As they walked to the dance floor, Erika asked in a
guarded tone, "You do know how to dance, don't you?
"Oh sure, I can dance, a little." He wasn't about to
mention the hundred hours of lessons in jazz, tap and
ballet that one of his nannies had forced on him. He
could move his body in time to the music without
looking like he was having a fit, and that was pretty
much all anyone could ask from a teenager.
They danced one fast dance and then another. Then the
band swung into a slower, more romantic tune and Robert
figured that Erika would make a beeline back to their
table. But once again she startled him by sliding her
arms up his arms and onto his shoulders.
"You'd like another dance?" he asked nervously.
She didn't answer, but the look she gave him asked
just what in the hell did he think she was doing.
Robert willed his hands not to shake as he placed them
carefully on her waist. Two steps into the dance Erika
locked her hands behind his neck and moved her body
against his.
Robert became erect so quickly he thought Erika might
feel it thump against her pelvis. He couldn't believe
that he was holding Erika's warm body against his.
Despite the layers of clothing between them, he could
swear that he felt Erika's nipples move against his
chest.
Robert hadn't masturbated in a week. Somewhere in the
back of his mind must have been the thought that if
he saved himself, then somehow the fates would give
him a reward. And Erika's actions tonight had so far
been his answer. The fates of course could be fickle.
He was beginning to wonder if he might actually cum
here on the dance floor from the pressure of her
pelvis on his hard-on.
There was no orgasmic accompaniment to the dance for
Robert, however he did check his pants for stains as
he and Erika walked back to their seats. When the next
slow song started, Robert was pleasantly surprised
when Erika grabbed his hand and led him back on the
dance floor. He nearly groaned as her body resumed its
pressure on his cock.
For nearly two hours they ate and drank and danced and
talked to friends - then Erika announced that it was
time to leave. Robert's hard-on remained. He was
anticipating kissing Erika goodnight and his penis had
become a permanent, aching, bulky hardness in his
pants.
Robert slipped a mint in his mouth on the drive back
to Erika's house so that his breath would be nice. And
on the walk to her door Robert kept licking his lips
to make sure that they were not wet, but pliant and
moist.
Erika turned when they reached the door and slid her
arms around his neck, much as she'd done all night as
they danced. She held her body against his and looked
into his eyes. "Well Robert," she purred. "I know
you've had a good time, because you've had an erection
the entire evening. And now you'd like to top things
off with a kiss? Maybe a little tongue action?"
Robert could only nod his head in agreement.
Erika put her hand on his chest and stiff-armed Robert
backwards. "No way pal," she said with distaste. "Our
bet is through. You can just take your little dick
home and shoot off with your hand. It's probably the
only sex you'll ever have." At that point she opened
the door and stepped inside. She hissed, "I don't want
to ever see you again," and then she slammed the door
in his face.
"It's not so little," murmured Robert to the closed
door. But she got the rest of it right, thought Robert
as he drove home. He almost jerked off in the car, but
he decided to wait until he got home, out of his tuxedo
and into the comfort of his room.
Robert was home and about to climb the stairs to his
room when his father called to him from his office,
"Robert, can I see you?"
Robert groaned inwardly, but he went in to see his
father.
"Did you have fun at the prom?" asked his father as
Robert sat down.
"Oh sure...ate, drank...danced some...you know, the
usual stuff," Robert shrugged.
"And your bet with Erika, how did that go?"
"Oh," said Robert, "you heard about that."
"Well, Mason is my assistant. There was some talk
about a date with Beth to distract him, while you
moved in on his girlfriend."
"But nothing happened, she practically kicked me off
her porch," Robert tried to interrupt.
"Not to mention," continued his father, "the pos-
sibility that you may have given your sister some
experimental drugs."
"Uh..." Robert decided it was time to say as little
as possible.
**
The lecture from his father wasn't as long, nor as
blistering as it might have been decided Robert as
he climbed the stairs to his room. His eyes were
downcast and he very nearly walked into Vicky as he
reached the top of the stairs.
"Don't you look like a real stud tonight in your
tuxedo," she said, giving Robert a long, approving
look. "Is your father in his office?" she asked as
they passed one another.
"Thanks, yeah he's in the office," Robert answered.
A few minutes later Robert was out of his tuxedo and
he felt refreshed by a quick shower. He was trying to
decide whether to masturbate with Erika's pictures,
or to simply bring back the feel of her body swaying
against his as they danced. His cock came back to full
hardness. He had settled on a fantasy of he and Erika
having passionate sex when Beth's particular knock
sounded at his door.
Robert groaned. He might as well let her in. He threw
on a bathrobe and opened the door. Beth smiled sweetly
and walked into the room. She was wearing some of her
father's old pajamas. At least she was wearing the top
of a set of his pj's. The top buttons of the big old
flannel shirt were undone and Robert couldn't help but
stare at the generous amount of breast that was
revealed.
"Hi," said Beth, "how was the big prom date?"
It was all he could do to drag his eyes away from
Beth's tits. "Uh...it was...fine, just fine," he
finally managed to get out. He couldn't believe that
his cock was starting to tent the front of his robe.
Robert quickly sat on his bed, placing his hands
strategically in his lap.
"Just fine?" she asked. "I...we went to all that
trouble, and all you can say is 'fine'." Beth plopped
down on the bed next to Robert.
Robert couldn't help but notice that the slit on the
side of her shirt was revealing her leg all the way
up to her hip. Only the shirttails kept Robert from
looking at his sister's pussy.
"Did you talk? Dance? Did you get the big goodnight
kiss?" she pressed.
"Look Beth, can't we do this in the morning? I just
want to go to bed." As much as I'm enjoying your skin
show, I need to get you out of the room so I can whack
off, he thought.
When she didn't stir, Robert became exasperated. "Yes,
we talked some. Yes we danced a lot. And no, not only
didn't we kiss, she practically kicked me off her front
porch."
"Aw...you poor thing," said Beth with mock sympathy.
Then she gave Robert the shock of his life when she
leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.
All of Robert's pent up sexual energy came to the fore
and sister or no he returned Beth's kiss with passion
and a probing tongue. He was wondering how far this
would go. Did he dare to try and cop a feel of one of
those magnificent tits of hers?
Beth answered the question when she pulled his robe
aside and encircled his aching cock with her soft
fingers. He broke off their kiss and gawked in amaze-
ment as Beth expertly began to jack him off.
Beth felt a sort of sexual power surge through her
body. First Mason and now Robert - although she had
surprised herself as much as Robert when she grabbed
his cock - were completely in her hands, so to speak.
Robert had fallen back on his elbows, and was watching
her small hand piston up and down the length of his
cock. She gave her hand a little twist as it came to
the top of its stroke, and smiled when Robert moaned
and gasped out his pleasure.
Beth was wondering how long it would take for her
brother to orgasm when the first spurt of cum erupted.
The semi-clear stream flew through the air and landed
on Robert's stomach. It was followed by more of the
same. Much more than Mason's little glob of stuff,
thought Beth. His hot cum was now flowing over and
dripping off her fingers. Beth finally felt the last
pumping contractions from stepbrother's cock and she
stopped jacking him.
Robert lay in a post-orgasmic haze for several seconds.
He looked at his sister who was trying to keep her cum
covered hand from dripping on the bedclothes. Robert
smiled and said to his sister, "I guess we've made a
gooey mess, haven't we?"
"I'd say that you made the mess," answered Beth. "But
it certainly is gooey."
"Why don't you clean up in the bathroom?" suggested
Robert.
"Good idea," said Beth as she scooted off the bed and
went into Robert's bathroom.
Robert looked down at his cum splattered stomach and
groin. He didn't want to get the stuff on his bathrobe
so he shrugged it off his shoulders and left it on the
bed. He wasn't to sure about the etiquette of what to
do after an unexpected hand job, but he didn't think
that nudity would be a problem.
Robert locked the door to his room, just in case Vicky
or his father should want in. Then he joined his sister
in the bathroom. As he entered, Beth took the washcloth
she'd been holding and began to clean him.
"Oh is little Bobby-Wobby all wet and messy?" she cooed
as if she were talking to a baby. Then she proceeded to
clean the cum off his cock and balls.
"Damn Beth," said Robert. Where did you learn all
this?"
Beth told her brother about making out with, and then
masturbating, Mason on their date. She finished up with
a detailed review of her experience with Charles in the
bar.
By the time she was through telling him about a com-
plete stranger getting her off in a public dining room,
Robert was erect with a throbbing hard-on. Was she
hinting that she wanted him to finger her pussy, he
wondered? If so, he was more than willing. He was about
to suggest that they jump back into bed when there was
a knock at his bedroom door.
"Yes?" called out Robert.
"It's Vicky, may I come in?" came the muffled reply
through the door.
Robert and Beth gave each other guilty looks. "What'll
we do?" she asked.
Robert shrugged, "You button up that shirt, and I'll
put on my robe. Vicky will come in and you'll go to
your room where you will eagerly await my arrival later
tonight."
Beth giggled, "Will you really?"
"Of course, now let's hurry."
Robert took the lead headed out of the bathroom, but
as he got to the door he saw the knob to his bedroom
door begin to turn. He barely managed to close the
door to the bathroom before Vicky entered his room.
"Robert?" she called.
"Be out in a sec." he nervously called back.
Robert frowned as he softly whispered to Beth, "I swear
I locked that door before we came in here."
Beth shook her head, "No, I locked it when I came in."
She thought for a second, "That means you unlocked it."
Robert swung both hands and arms toward the bathroom
door and made a face as if to say, "Well duhhh..."
"Now what?" mouthed Beth silently when Robert turned
to face her.
Robert rubbed his hand over his face. He put his lips
next to Beth's ear and whispered, "Hide in the shower.
I'll get rid of her as fast as I can." Robert grabbed
a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.
Beth had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from
laughing as she pointed at the tented front of the
towel. Despite all the interruptions, Robert still had
a raging erection.
Beth whispered, "Want me to take care of that?"
For a split second Robert almost gave in to the very
arousing scenario of his sister giving him another
hand-job while his housekeeper waited just a few feet
away. But he motioned for Beth to get behind the shower
curtain while he opened the bathroom door just enough
to slide his arm through.
"Vicky," he called, "could you throw me my bathrobe?"
If he arranged the bulky robe just right, he should be
able to cover his cock that was still as hard as could
be.
From a corner of the room farthest from his robe Vicky
said, "Oh come on out, I won't look."
Robert was so eager to get rid of Vicky that he didn't
hesitate. He was half way to his bed before he realized
that not only had Vicky not turned her back to the
room, but her eyes were locked on his cock.
"Well...well, your father told me that your prom night
didn't go as well as it could have, but I see it hasn't
dampened your spirits," said Vicky as she crossed the
room.
Robert wasn't sure what he should do, but tonight
seemed to be his night for nudity in front of household
women.
"Why don't you lie down and we'll see what we can do
about this," said Vicky as she caressed his cock with
a soft warm hand.
Robert fell back on his bed. He was looking at the
ceiling when a hot, wet velvety sensation engulfed the
head of his dick. He jerked his head up to see Vicky's
full lips push their way down the length of his cock.
"Ohhhh...Vicky..." Robert moaned.
"Mmmmm...hmmmm," Vicky mouthed, vibrating her throat
around his cock-head.
Robert fell back on the bed once more. His hands
grabbed at the sheets. Beth's hand job had been great,
but it was nothing compared to this. Vicky held her
mouth on his cock, barely moving it, rubbing her tongue
on the sensitive underside.
Robert couldn't keep his body still. He writhed about
on the bed yearning to create more friction. He was on
the verge of grabbing Vicky's head and fucking her
throat when she locked her lips around his shaft,
sucked him like she was trying to draw out his balls
and brought him to an aching climax.
Vicky swallowed and crawled up the bed until her face
was level with Roberts. "You little devil, there wasn't
much cum, I bet you jerked off before I came in here."
Robert lay on the bed with his arm over his eyes. He
was wiped out. All he could do was mumble, "That was
great Vicky, I don't know what to say."
She patted his stomach and scooted off the bed. "You
rest up stud, we'll talk about this later." With that,
she was out the door.
Seconds later Robert felt the mattress give as Beth
climbed on the bed. "Quite a harem you're putting
together, Bobby," she said. "Maybe Erika will show up
next."
Robert never moved, "She'll have to take a number, all
I want to do is go to sleep."
Beth walked on her knees across the bed and then threw
a leg over Robert's waist. "No sleep yet, there are
responsibilities that come with a harem, you know."
Robert moved his arm a fraction of an inch in order to
see what his sister was up to. "Like what?" he asked.
"Like this," she said, as she took one of his hands
and placed it on one of her breasts, and then she took
his other hand and put it on her eager pussy.
"You'll have to teach me about these responsibilities,"
he said with growing interest.
"You can bet on it, brother," she said as she folded
his thumb against the hood of her clit. "You can bet
on it."
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