Growing up in the late 80's, I always tried hard to please my parents. I excelled in school and was always at the top my class. My dad had been an Eagle Scout and I was expected to earn my Eagle also. But I was more interested in sports and sometimes sports and Scouts conflicted. I particularly liked baseball. My favorite position was playing short stop, but I also played at every other position as well... all except catcher and I wasn't worth a hoot pitching. I wanted to play football, but my parents would not permit it, but they did let me do Judo.

My dad was a banker and we were well off. I had two older sisters who were the best of friends, as well as soul mates of my mother. For the most part my sisters barely tolerated me, and I was always looking for opportunities to make them as miserable as they made me. My mom was preoccupied with her women's clubs and such.

My dad didn't show any favoritism and pretty much ignored us all fairly equally. Oh, he'd occasionally ask me how I was doing, but that was about it. As for going out and watching me play ball, forget it, he was always too busy. Go out on a campout with my Scout troop? Forget that too. He did buy me a set of good used golf clubs and would occasionally take me golfing with him, but those outings were few and far between. My mom was also always too busy. My sisters? Let's not go there.

For the most part I accepted all this and thought it was normal. After all, we were affluent and being affluent required my parents to tend to things other than my childish pursuits. As for my sisters treating me as something akin to an insect, that too was normal, or so I thought.

Then dad got a huge promotion as a regional VP and that required relocating to another state. I was thirteen and had just finished the seventh grade at a pricey private school. We moved to an up and coming city. Actually we moved into Glendale, a wealthy "city" within the bigger city, noted for its extraordinary per capita income and its picture-perfect winding tree-lined streets designed to keep speeding down.

Glendale had its own city council, its own police and fire department and it had its own school system. No one outside the Glendale city limits went to Glendale Elementary School, Glendale Middle School, or to Glendale High School. And to live in Glendale you had to be very well off financially, as the smallest house in Glendale cost a small fortune and there weren't that many "small" houses in Glendale to begin with. It was an elite community, or at least its inhabitants thought of themselves as being elite.

We didn't actually buy the house we moved into, nor did we rent it (perish the thought!). It was owned by the bank and was provided to us as one of dad's perks. It was a very nice house, twice as large as our old home.

The Glendale schools were top rated in academics when I was enrolled in the eighth grade class of Glendale Middle School. Most of the kids had gone to school together since kindergarten and so it was a cliquish place. That didn't bother me too much, as I was used to being around snooty kids. My first task was to size up my competition. My next task was to get onto some sort of athletic team. Football was out, so why not try out for wrestling?

Glendale MS was structured differently from what I was used to. We changed teachers and classrooms for each class, but rather than being a true scramble, the entire class of twenty or so went from room to room together. I quickly picked out the smartest kid in the class. Like me he was solidly built and didn't appear to be the least bit nerdy and was quite popular with his peers. We went head to head in every class, destroying the curve for everyone else. He was also on the wrestling team and Raymond and I quickly became friends. By and by I learned that he had earned his Eagle the year before. I had pretty much lost interest in doing that, but the fact that Raymond had done it stuck in my craw. So I joined his Scout troop and got after it again.

The troop I had come from was a rather disorganized affair and not very much fun. But on the first campout with Raymond's troop, I discovered just how much fun a well run troop was. The main activity was orienteering with map and compass. In groups of three or four, we headed into the woods along a bearing to find a hidden control point that had a code and directions to the next control point. Sounds easy enough, but tromping through the woods and brush over rough territory and staying on track is no easy matter. It was a blast! Of course I was in Raymond's patrol with the other older scouts and we paired up as tent mates.

First night was tame enough, except Raymond insisted on sleeping in the nude, which it turns out is why the other guys shunned away from him as a tent partner. It made me nervous too, as I was afraid an adult would find out and then there would be hell to pay. Raymond ignored my objections saying, "We won't get caught." We?

"I'm not doing that," I told him.

"Suit yourself. It's no big deal, I always sleep naked. Don't you?"

"No! Now, put your underwear back on," I whispered.

"Okay, okay," he said and pulled his drawers back on.

It being the first night of a weekend campout, we talked until the wee hours.

The second night, after a poor night's sleep the night before and trudging up and down ravines and climbing over rocks all day, we were too tired to do much talking. Like the night before, Raymond got completely naked. This time I just ignored it and went to sleep. Nothing untoward happened, my tent partner just liked to sleep nude. An so it went, campout after campout.

Of course all the guys in our patrol knew of Raymond's habit of sleeping nude. They all asked me about it and I told them it was no big deal, he just sleeps naked, and that was that.

Of course at fourteen, hormones were kicking in. Being on the wrestling team, we worked out quite a lot and over the course of the year, Raymond and I both put on some muscle. But testosterone does more than just that. I became keenly interested in girls, or more correctly, in a girl. She was the sexiest, most desirable girl in the entire school. Whereas most girls of that age are just developing tits, Anne had full blown hooters. The girl had some knockers. She was a real looker.

Trouble was I always saw her with Raymond and to me it was obvious that they were a couple. Or at least that's what I thought. Being the new kid, I didn't know that she was Raymond's twin sister. He never told me that, as everyone, everyone except for me, knew that. Okay, I knew her last name was Smith and so was Raymond's, but that didn't automatically make them siblings. I didn't know that until the day that Raymond told me that his sister wanted me to ask her to an upcoming school dance. Okay, I also knew he had a sister, but seeing that he never pointed her out, I thought she was probably like my sisters and best avoided.

Clueless I told him, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" he asked equally clueless to my cluelessness. "She wants to go with you."

"I don't know how to dance," I lamely explained.

"You're kidding me, right? I know you're not gay, so that can't be it.

"Look, do me a favor and just ask her. We'll all go together."

Well, I couldn't let my best friend down, so I agreed to ask her. A moment or two later and Anne joins us. As always, she began affectionately pawing on his arm, whispering to him and even gave him a kiss on the cheek. I politely minded my own business.

So we're standing there with me drooling over Anne and her amazing tits, just chatting about this and that, micro-sized small talk, when Raymond looks at me gesturing his exasperation and said, "Well, ask her!"

I looked around and seeing no one else, turned and shrugged.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, man. Just ask her!" Then pointing at Anne, he exclaimed, "Ask her!" I was still a bit dumbfounded.

"What the hell is wrong with you? She's the most gorgeous girl in the entire school and she wants you to ask her to the dance. Ask her!"

By then Anne is rolling her eyes, not believing that I'm such a complete dork.

"She's your sister?" I finally said.

"Who do you think she is?"

"Holy shit! I mean, I thought Anne was your girlfriend."

"She's my sister too" he added, but that went way over my head. "My twin sister, Rheanne. You know I have a twin sister..."

"No, I didn't. You never said..."

"Everybody knows that."

"I didn't..."

I looked over at Anne who is laughing her ass off. God, I never felt so stupid in my life. What must she think of me? Quickly recovering I blurted out, "Will you go to the dance with me?"

She stopped laughing long enough to say, "God, how pathetic am I to have asked my brother to ask you to ask me?" She then turned and walked away.

"Way to go, dumb shit," Raymond deadpanned. "Now we're both in trouble."

He paused and then added, "What in the fuck are you waiting for? Run after her and fix it! Go, man!"

I ran after Anne and caught up with her. "Wait! I'm sorry, I really didn't know you were Ray's sister."

"His big sister," she said thrusting out her breasts. "I'm fifteen minutes older."

"I just knew he had a sister. I didn't know it was you. I thought you were his girlfriend. Honest!"

"Well, he is the cutest boy in school," she said. "And we are best friends. Always have been and always will be, so yeah, I guess I am his girlfriend."

The whole brothers and sisters being friends thing just didn't conform to my experience, but putting that aside for the moment, I plunged ahead. "Ever since I first saw you I thought you were the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well, I always thought you were rather cute myself," she replied with a smile. "And you're smart too. And I just love seeing you wrestling around with no shirt on." And all that time I thought she attended wrestling practices and matches to watch her boyfriend.

"Uh, yeah... uh, so... will you go to the school dance with me next Friday?" I asked.

"Yes! Yes!" she said bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet sending her tits jiggling. "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun!"

She then surprised me by leaning in and giving me a kiss, not on the cheek, but square smack on my lips. I'd never been kissed like that before, and to have Anne's full lips on mine... I was smitten and brain dead the rest of the day.

The following days and weeks I had a new lunch partner, Rheanne. Raymond was there too, but Anne had my attention. It was pretty obvious to the masses that Queen Anne, as the catty crowd called her, had bestowed her favor on "The New Guy."

On the big day, Ray and Rheanne's mother picked me up in her Cadillac. They had already picked up Raymond's date, Lindsey Morgan. I sat up front with Mrs. Smith and Anne, while Raymond and Lindsey were in the back making out. I couldn't believe he was doing that with his mother in the front seat driving, but she didn't say a word and I thought she just wasn't aware of it.

We had a great time at the dance, just like Anne said we would. I didn't know how to dance, but I gave it my best and didn't make a complete fool of myself. Anne said I did okay, but that I needed practice and that if I came over some day, that she would teach me. It took me awhile to take her up on that offer, what with Divisional Wrestling matches the next two days and a camping trip the following weekend.

The camping trip was notable. By then I had somehow managed to get the twenty one merit badges required for Eagle and just needed to work up a proposal for my Eagle project and execute it. I had also turned fifteen and I had gotten used to Raymond sleeping nude; I even got used to him masturbating. As to the later he said that his dad had told him to masturbate at least twice a day to keep from going crazy. He claimed that he was just doing what his dad told him to do for mental health reasons. I was no stranger to masturbation and whacked off regularly at night for years, my private adjoining bath being a boon to such activities. He'd already gotten me to sleep naked at night, something I now enjoyed, and now he had me beating off with him in the tent during campouts.

So it was a warm night and we were lying on top of our sleeping bags in the buff, fondling our cocks to get a hard-on. He turns and tells me, "Here's a secret for you, Braden. It feels better if someone else does it for you."

"Does what for you?"

"Beating off."

I didn't reply.

"Here let me show you."

"What, are you queer are something?"

"No! Trust me, it feels great. You'll see."

He then reaches over and replaces my hand with his hand. I couldn't believe that he was touching my dick. He started stroking it. I couldn't believe how good that felt. He was right and I had the best orgasm of my life. Of course fair is fair, so I did it for him. It felt really weird to have his dick in my hand, and it felt really naughty. To my surprise, the fact that doing this was mucho forbidden, made it all the better. When it was all over, I wasn't sure what I was going to do with his goo on my hand, but that's what a boy's underwear is for. The second night we did it again and it was just as good as the night before, maybe better, as I didn't think it so queer anymore, just something fun to do secretly at night.

Normally, Raymond and I stayed after school every day to work out with weights and practice our wrestling techniques, but because coach had an attack of appendicitis, practice was canceled for a few days. I had absolutely nothing to do at home, but sit in my room reading a book, so I went over to Raymond's. We'd been friends, good friends all year, yet I'd never been to his house.

Holy smokes! His house made mine look like a pompous shack. My house was classically southern, a faux plantation mansion squeezed onto a small lot. Raymond's house was on a very large hilly lot, over two acres, and it was modern, designed by a student of Frank Lloyd Wright. It blended so seamlessly with its surroundings as to become a natural part of it. And it was spacious, built for serious entertaining. The furnishings were sleek and comfortable.

Built into the backside of the four car garage was a workout room with free weights, a Nautilus machine, treadmill and a stationary bike. The walls were mirrored on one side, the other was a wall of windows looking out over the wooded ravine that made up a large part of the property. With a set up like this I had to wonder why Raymond ever worked out at the school gym, other than it was required.

Best of all was the pool. It was both indoor and outdoor with an underwater passageway connecting the two parts. Miss Jessie, his mother whom I'd met once before, was lounging around the lushly verdant indoor portion of the pool. She had on the littlest bikini I'd ever seen before and I had seen plenty of bikini clad women and girls at my dad's old Country Club... there was almost nothing there, just a few strings and a few tiny patches of material. Her double-D tits looked like they were about to explode from the tiny top. I had a hard time keeping my eyes up, not that she seemed to mind my gawking.

I met Juanita, the live-in housekeeper. Mom had a maid service that came by twice a week, but certainly not someone full time. She was an attractive young Latino woman, in her late twenties perhaps. Very quiet, as she didn't seem to speak English all that well. I made some juvenile comment to Ray about banging the maid and was informed that she wasn't a maid, she was the housekeeper and part of the household. For maids, they had a large crew that descended upon the house on Tuesdays, supervised by Juanita and who did all the dirty work. Juanita, she fixed breakfast, and took care of mundane household stuff like grocery shopping, the laundry, receiving packages, interacting with the yard crew who also came on Tuesdays and she acted as Mr. Smith's bartender and cocktail waitress. Occasionally she would fix lunch and would help Miss Jessie prepare meals. Miss Jessie loved to cook, she just didn't like chopping onions and cleaning up. And as a household member, Juanita took her meals with the family.

Then we went downstairs to the kids' rooms, The Dungeon. There was a large room with sofas and bean bag chairs decorated with lava lamps, a mirror ball, a stop light in one corner, as well as model airplanes Raymond had built and a doll collection that I presumed was Rheanne's, as well as various posters, a stereo system, a color TV with a VCR, and a stack of Playboy magazines. There was even a small refrigerator stocked with soft drinks and an ice maker. Adjoining the big playroom were two bedrooms and a full bathroom with two sinks, a Whirlpool tub and a big walk-in shower. The bedrooms were simply furnished, each with a double bed and built-ins.

Raymond and I were talking about my Eagle project proposal. Having done it before, he was a great resource. Just what I would do was still up in the air and we were kicking around some ideas when Rheanne and Lindsey Morgan came downstairs. That was it for my project.

Rheanne put on a homebrewed cassette and it was sock-hop time. We had a blast and no one ever complained that the music was too loud. It was still quite bright outside, so the drapes were pulled over the sliding doors leading outside and the lights turned low. The stoplight even changed from green to yellow to red and back to green. It was as cool as it could be, the perfect teenager hangout.

The next day we didn't have practice, so we did a repeat down in the "dungeon". But the following day we got word that another coach would be supervising our workouts.

That Saturday, I was invited over. My dad was at the club playing golf, my sisters were off doing whatever and my mom... I don't know what she was doing, but Miss Jessie called her and my mom was happy that she didn't have to worry about what I was doing.

It was still cool, so I was surprised when Ray and Anne wanted to go swimming. I didn't bring trunks, but Ray lent me a pair of his. The pool of course was heated, so it was comfortable in the water. Anne and Lindsey, who had spent the night, were spectacular in their bikinis, maybe not as spectacular as Miss Jessie in her minimalist attire, but sexy as hell anyway. Playing and having fun with a couple of extra fine girls has to be one the best things to do. We had a blast.

We took a break and went down in the dungeon, to dance and to smooch. Oh, wow, dancing with half clad girls had to be another of the best things to do... all that bare skin... Mmmmmm. I so desperately wanted to peruse that collection of Playboys, but not with the girls present. It never occurred to me that Anne knew what was in each of them.

Later in the day I met Mr. Smith. He was a big gregarious man, big as in muscular, body builder muscular. He owned, along with his brother, Smith Brothers Auto Group, probably the largest car dealer in the state, selling Cadillacs, GM Trucks, Buicks, Nissans, and specialty imports like Bentleys, Jaguars, and Ferraris, as well as Chevrolets.

Both he and Miss Jessie made me feel welcome. The contrast between this family and mine was striking. Here everyone seemed to be interested in everything they each were doing. That included Raymond asking his father about this month's sales and everyone listening to what he had to say.

My dad never talked about his business with any of us, nor about anything else. Mom always ran on about this Women's Bridge Club and that, but no one was ever interested in what she had to say. My sisters never stopped talking, but like Mom, they never really said anything. Me, I just kept to myself. But here at the Smith's that wasn't permitted and I had to talk about school, wrestling and my Eagle Project which I hadn't even begun and do it all while half dressed.

I was never allowed to go without a shirt at home; here with the Smiths, it seemed as if the less the better. After lunch, Mr. Carl, as he wanted me to address him, joined us in the pool wearing a tiny Speedo. Jesus, the guy was some built! He and Miss Jessie acted like they were kids too. When I left to go home late that afternoon, he was still wearing the Speedo, and like Miss Jessie's bikini, his Speedo left little to the imagination.

Miss Jessie had a huge assortment of bikinis, much like some women have shoes. Sometimes she'd be wearing something else, always revealing, but usually she was in a bikini. The term MILF was invented for women like her.

At home, Raymond never wore a shirt, just gym shorts if he wasn't in swim trunks. Rheanne, she wore more clothes than anyone else, but even she preferred tight form fitting clothes, jeans that she seemed to be poured into, or short-shorts that showed a bit of cheek and low cut blouses that showed a good amount of cleavage. Rarely did either of my sisters wear anything as revealing as Rheanne did, and when they did, my mom pitched a fit. I'd usually see Mr. Carl in a coat and tie, unless he was home for good, then it was shorts or a Speedo only.

I spent a lot of time over at the Smiths. My mom would voice concern that I was making a pest of myself, but Miss Jessie called her every so often and reassured her that I was more than welcome, claiming that I kept Raymond out of her hair. That my mom understood all too well. The more she didn't have to include me in her daily equation, the better. Pretty soon mom stopped questioning my being at the Smiths. I'd just tell I was going and that was it. I'd get on my Ten Speed and pedal over. Sometimes Raymond wouldn't be home, as he had other things on his plate, and sometimes Rheanne wouldn't be home, but usually one or both would be there.

Late in April after the big Spring Dance, Rheanne was going to a friend's for a big girlie sleepover and I was invited to spend the night with Raymond. We swam and played Nintendo until after midnight. When it was time to turn in, it didn't surprise me that he wanted to sleep in the nude.

"What if your mom or dad come down?" I asked.

"They won't," he reassured. "Besides, if they do, so what?"

"We'd be naked."

"So what? I always sleep naked. Everyone does."

"Rheanne too?"

"Yeah, last time I looked she does."

"You've seen her nude?" Given my relationship with my sisters, I couldn't imagine such a thing.

"Well, duh! We're twins. We've been naked together since like forever. It's no big deal for her or for me." I wanted to ask him if he had any nude photos of her, but thought better of it.

So we're in bed, the room illuminated by an ill placed street light, lying on top of the covers nude and he wants to beat off. Actually he wanted me to beat him off. What the heck, we'd done it before and besides he'd beat me off in turn and that I knew felt great. He's playing with my dick, getting me hard when he suddenly goes down on me.

I was shocked to say the least, but it felt so good that I let him. Then he swings around and presents his dick to me. To this day I don't know why I did it, but I did. I could've just let him blow me, but... That was something else. I'd never blown another guy before, but there I was sucking away on Raymond's dick. We sucked each other for a long time before we blew a load into the other's mouth. I came first and wondered if he'd be angry about it, but he just kept sucking until I was soft and too sensitive. He blew his load into my mouth and I didn't know what to do. I pulled off and sat up holding it in my mouth.

"Swallow it, dummy," he told me laughing. I swallowed and immediately the thought came to me that I would now turn into a lisping fagot. A minute or so later and he was fast asleep. Me, I stayed awake for a long time wondering what I'd do if anyone ever found out.

In the morning, I woke to him poking his dick in my face. What the hell. It was a dirty thing to do, I'd sworn before falling asleep to never to do it again, but... Heck, it was fun. The second time wasn't as troubling as the first.

Rheanne had a series of sleepovers at friend's in the coming weeks and every time, I was invited to stay with Raymond. I never said, "No, thanks," not once, though the whole thing troubled me somewhat. Still, it didn't trouble me that much. I didn't develop an uncontrollable urge to blow other guys, I only blew Raymond and he blew me. It was a mutual thing between best friends.

When it warmed up enough to go boating, I would be invited to go with them to Beher Lake, about an hour or so away, where they had a lake house and a couple of boats. Friday after school, Miss Jessie would take us, along with food and drinks for the weekend and Mr. Carl would join us later. Rheanne also invited a friend, and we'd have a great time out on the party boat, or going fishing with Mr. Carl in the bass/ski boat. Naturally minimal dress was the norm. It goes without saying that my family never did anything like this.

As a rule, in my family, whatever we did, we did it alone, except for my sisters who did do things together, but as a family... Oh, Dad would take us on vacation to some resort or the other, but he spent his time playing golf all day, and I spent my days entertaining myself. The Smiths, they had fun together.

Then about two weeks before school let out for the summer, I was invited to spend the night with Raymond. I informed my mother of the fact and that was that. I didn't ask, I just informed her and she was fine with that as she was preoccupied with planning a big to do for my oldest sister who was graduating from high school.

When I arrived, I was surprised to discover that Rheanne also had a friend staying over, Lindsey Morgan. Like Rheanne, Lindsey was a fox. We had a regular party down in the dungeon, with snacks and drinks provided by Miss Jessie. Unlike most of the times I was there, Raymond was actually fully dressed, or at least he had a shirt on. The two girls were dressed to impress the opposite sex. We danced and talked for hours. The girls were very animated in their discussions, while Raymond and I did our best to act cool and mature. We were all fifteen or soon to be fifteen, good friends all. It was a great time and quite innocent... up to a point.

Mr. Carl came downstairs and into the playroom. This was a surprise to me, as I had never seen the 'rents venture down into the dungeon, at least not while I was there. He told us in no uncertain terms that it was time to knock it off and get to bed. He too was fully dressed for a change, as he and Miss Jessie had some friends over that evening too.

So the music was stopped and the party lights turned off. The girls disappeared behind closed doors in Anne's room and Ray and I retired to his room. We talked and laughed about a few of the more stupider moments of the night and then began to undress. I was expecting to go commando, but once we were down to our briefs, Ray said that it might be best if we didn't. With the girls about, that seemed to be a reasonable idea,

Suddenly the door opens and without knocking, Rheanne and Lindsey came into Raymond's room. Needless to say it was a surprise to me to be caught in just our drawers. Rheanne acted as if nothing was unusual, but Lindsey was a in a fit of giggles.

"Ray, Lindsey has never seen a guy's penis before," Anne announced forthrightly. Lindsey, however, buried her face in her hands, embarrassed by Anne's bluntness.

Ray shrugged saying, "Okay," and dropped his drawers.

Lindsey cried out, "Oh, my god!" and broke out in giggles, her eyes fixated on Raymond's sex.

Ray turned to me and said, "You too, Braden." I was bigger than Ray in the dick department and I wasn't about to be shown up in the audacity department, so I dropped mine too.

I was expecting the girls to run out of the room, but they didn't. Ray's dick may not have been a big mystery to his twin sister, but for Lindsey...

As for my dick... They stayed and we let them look all they wanted. The exhibition got to me fairly quickly and I popped a boner.

Lindsey, in a dither kept saying, "Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" Anne didn't say a word, but just looked at my swelling prong.

Ray had the hots for Lindsey, and whether or not my getting erect had any effect on him, he too started getting hard.

The girls got quite a show. When Ray said to Lindsey, "You can touch it if you like," she bolted from the room.

Anne left the door open as she followed Lindsey out of Ray's bedroom and we could hear them laughing back in Anne's room.

"Well, I guess that settles that," Raymond said to me before turning off the light and crawling in the sack nude.

"Uh, don't you think we should close the door?" I asked.

"Naw. Who knows, maybe they'll come back and want to play."

By and by, the muffled chattering and laughing coming from Anne's room died down. We weren't messing around, but Ray was fondling himself just enough to keep hard.

He turns to me and says, "You wanna have some fun?" Of course I did.

"Come on and keep very quiet."

We rolled out of bed in the buff and I followed Ray as he crept up to Anne's door. There was no light shining under the door, so the lights were out. He listened for a moment and tried the door; it was unlocked.

In one swift move, he opened the door, flicked on the light and grabbing the bed sheet, yanked it off the girls who underneath were naked and up to no good.

Lindsey screamed. Really screamed and desperately tried to cover up, but there was nothing to cover up with. Anne in all her naked glory, hopped out of the bed yelling at her brother while Lindsey continued screaming. In a flash, Anne was on her brother beating on him with her fists, all to no effect. Me, I just stood there and gawked.

"Knock it off down there!" came the loud voice of Mr. Carl from the top of the stairs.

We all froze, even Lindsey who just lay there bare, straining to hear if footsteps were coming down the stairs. After a long moment and nothing further had developed with Mr. Carl, Anne laid in a low blow to Ray's nuts, sending him to the floor. Naturally he cried out and once again Mr. Carl shouted from the top of the stairs, "I told you kids to knock it off. Now, knock it off!"

Once again the four of us froze for a moment. Then Anne whispered to me, "Help me get him out of here." So with Anne's help, we got her brother up and back to his room.

"Damn it, Rhea, I told you not so hard!"

"I'm sorry, Bubby. Here, let me get you something."

She darted from the room and came back with a baggie full of ice. Then she pressed the bag into her brother's aching testicles. As she sat nude holding the bag of ice to her brother's balls, it struck me that Ray wasn't exaggerating. These two were as familiar with each other as they were with themselves.

"I'll make it up to you, Bubby," she said just before removing the ice pack.

"Damned right you'll make it up to me, Sis. Fuck, I might never be the same."

She leaned over, kissed him on lips, and then left.

"You okay?" I asked knowing firsthand how painful a smack to the balls was.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said still grimacing.

"How's she going to make it up to you?" I asked.

His demeanor suddenly changed and he sat right up. "Wouldn't you like to know? But I can tell you it will be good... no, great!"

"She hurt you bad?"

"Naw, but she doesn't know that."

Changing the subject he said, "Lindsey looks great naked, don't you think? Man, I'd like to fuck that!"

"Yeah, she does look good. So does your sister."

"Yeah, she's looks pretty damned good naked too, don't you think?"

"Yeah. Fuck, I'm still hard."

"Just think about sucking on Rheanne's tits when you beat off," he suggested, "or think about sticking your dick in her." I couldn't believe he was talking about his sister like that. I'd always been restrained around her for fear of angering her brother. It left me wondering just how familiar they were with each other.

Lindsey acted coy and shy the next morning, but before we all went into the pool, she seemed to have gotten over her trauma.

With final exams looming, the next week I spent with my head in the books. Of course there were study sessions down in the dungeon. Lindsey joined us a few days, but that left little time for study, as Lindsey and Anne weren't as determined to outdo everyone else and each other as Raymond and I were. Still, it was worth the distractions and we spent as much time making out as we did studying. Even so, when the finals were over, Ray and I had set the curves as usual.

In celebration Rheanne asked her mother if we couldn't have another party/sleepover, since everything went so well the last time. This time we began with a swimming party, which meant bikinis. Things got hot in the pool, so we retired to the dungeon. As we danced under the mirror ball and with the ever changing light of the stoplight, things got hotter.

I looked over at Ray and Lindsey and he had her top off.

"That looks like fun," Anne said to me with a nibble to the ear.

I was dumb, but not that dumb, and helped her discard her top. Now we danced with her bare tits rubbing into my bare chest, my boner pressing into Anne's lower belly. Clever girl, she had a cassette playing with only slow songs on it.

I wasn't paying any attention to her brother, but I glanced up and saw the flash of bare female buttocks. Anne must've noticed too, as she began working my swim trunks off my hips. I didn't waste any time popping the bows to her bottoms and soon the four of us were dancing stark naked.

Suddenly Ray is at my side with Lindsey in hand and tells me, "She's on the pill. Have fun, buddy," then he disappeared into his bedroom with Lindsey.

Okay, I was pretty dumb. Instead of me taking Anne to her bedroom, she took me.

Man, oh, man! Being naked in bed with a naked girl has to way up on the top of fun things to do. We grubbed on each other for a while, then I mounted. I'd never done this before, but I figured it out pretty quick. Teenagers are like that, dumb as bricks, but smart enough to get in trouble. I slid into heaven on earth, her warm wet pussy embracing my excited cock.

I'd like to report that I was a stud, but I shot off almost before I was all the way in. Not that that was really much of a problem, as I had it up again in about five minutes and thrashed away at her. I lasted much longer that time. As I was a one note Charlie, Anne rolled us over so she could be on top. Oh, that was fun, playing with her big tits while she bounced up and down on my dick.

Not surprisingly her parents never came downstairs to check up on us the entire night. If they had... but they didn't. I had been over there enough times and under various circumstances and as long as the music played in the dungeon and we kept our fornication noises to a minimum, there was little to worry about regarding her parents.

We must have fucked a dozen times that night, I kid you not. Anne was a tiger and had no trouble getting me up over and over again. The girl knew how to suck a dick to good effect! Ah, the recuperative powers of a healthy teenage male. By the time I couldn't do it anymore, my dick was sore from the rubbing. Anne... I think she could have fucked another dozen times.

By morning the bed was covered in pecker tracks and we were both exhausted. It wasn't until just before noon that we stirred from bed. We got up and showered together. Another one of those best things to do. Then, still nude, we went to rouse Raymond and his date. His bed looked as used as Anne's did, but I think her bed had more and bigger pecker tracks than his did. Not surprisingly, they were on top of the covers. Lindsey, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, stretched like a cat and lay there beaming while I ogled her. She had any number of dark red hickies on her tits, a fact that she wasn't aware of at that moment.

"Hey, Bubby," Anne said, "we need to get upstairs before Mom or Dad come down to check up on us." His answer was to roll on top of Lindsey and put his morning wood to good use.

While they fucked, Anne suggested to me that we put on some clothes and go upstairs and make an appearance. I thought that was a good idea... at the time. It didn't occur to me until later that her parents, if they were suspicious at all, would have found it odd that Anne and I were upstairs, but Ray and Lindsey were not. The only thing I had available to wear were my swim trunks, my clothes being stashed in Raymond's room and I wasn't about to invade that space at the moment. Anne put on yet another bikini (her collection rivaled that of her mother's in sheer numbers).

We went upstairs where Juanita toasted us some bagels, then we went into the pool room where Miss Jessie was already lounging about. Mr. Carl wasn't there, as he had left for work some hours before. Nothing was said about Ray and Lindsey's absence.

I already knew from experience that The Smiths were a very touchie-feelie family, but Rheanne was all over me all the time. I more or less kept my hands to myself, but not Rheanne, she rubbed all over me, back, neck, chest, legs, and all in front her mother, who rather than disapproving, seemed amused at her daughter's fawning over me.

By and by, Ray and Lindsey made their appearance. It was only then that Miss Jessie commented that she was about to send Juanita to fetch them. Did Miss Jessie suspect? I wasn't sure, but I was concerned about it. I shouldn't have been concerned.

With school out for the summer, I spent practically all of my waking hours over at the Smiths. I was either there or down the street at the Glendale Country Club with Raymond and Rheanne. Seeing that practically everyone who lived in Glendale belonged to the Glendale Country Club, it was the place to go and hang out with other kids, especially around the huge outdoor pool. I'd often see my mom and sisters there, but avoided them as much as possible. There was a strict dress code at the club. Inside appropriate golfing or tennis attire was required for the "casual" areas. In the dining room, at a minimum a sport coat was required for gentlemen. Around the pool, it was appropriate swimwear. Most of Miss Jessie's bikinis would not be permitted.

We ate lunch there almost every day. Hamburgers and fries were the staple around the pool, though they served many other things as well. Once a week, Miss Jessie would treat us to lunch in the "casual" area where they had a marvelous buffet that changed every day. Of course I'd see Mom in there and have to go over and say hello, but I rarely ate with her and her friends. It was there that Mom and Miss Jess would chat. They never became friends, but Mom was comfortable with me hanging out with such a "respectable" family, as she put it.

Sometimes instead of hanging around the pool, we would play nine holes of golf (if the course wasn't busy) or play mixed doubles tennis. But hanging around the Club had its limits and we, Raymond, Rheanne, Lindsey and I, would go to the house. Sometimes other kids would join us, but the best times were when it was just us four. We spent a lot of time down in the dungeon. No one ever said anything about us being down there for hours at a time doing what teenagers do, talk, listen to music and having sex.

Among our peers, the dungeon was well known as a passion pit. Ray was always a good friend to his buddies and lent them use of his bed to entertain their girlfriends. Only rule was no closed doors, if you wanted privacy, go somewhere else. It was always fun to watch so and so banging so and so. Then there were the parties. Usually pool parties, but the dungeon was always available.

Rheanne made it clear that she didn't mind me having sex with other girls, so long as it was just sex, however, Lindsey wasn't so accommodating and they broke up by late June. Not that it mattered, there was always another girl waiting to be Raymond's main squeeze, girls who Rheanne would invite over for a sleepover.