Title: Walking With The Gods Keywords: mf, teen, inc, brother, sister, voy, mdom, humil Author: Caesar Summary: A geeky teenager has the chance to see how some jocks live. A romantic attraction has clung To a chap of whom damsels have sung: "'Tis the Scourge from the East, That lascivious beast Who was known as Attila the Hung!" Walking With The Gods by Caesar, copyright 2003 Edited by Isaac Newton, circa 2006, Revision 1.4 $Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $ To say that I felt like a fish out of water is an understatement. These guys wanted something from me, and so I had been invited. They were looking at me like I was shit on the bottom of their shoe, but normally they never looked at me at all. They were the cool crowd at school and I, well, I'm just a dweeb, a geek, a nerd. I was also the only student in our school that had full access to the marks and comments on all our academic records. I was striding behind Greg with a full glass of beer in my hand; it had been shoved there as soon as I walked into the house. Having never tasted the stuff before, I chose to just hold it as a prop or a shield before me, hoping that I would not stand out so much. My better judgement would never have allowed me to enter this house party, where the cool guys and gals from school were in full attendance. It was in the other world, the academic and sedate one, that I lived. Sure, the two sometimes crossed; usually when I was abused by one of the cool kids from school. Yet there was something seductive to a geek like me here - something so desirable but so unattainable, something that I saw as I looked at the great-looking chicks on the arms of the tall, strong, handsome guys. Greg was the leader of C Club, the group responsible for this party and indeed for all the really 'cool' parties involving kids from our school. Don't ask me what that name stood for. The general census among my friends, also geeks like me, was that the 'C' stood for 'cool'. I had my doubts though. When you're 'cool', it was very uncool to advertise the fact... or so I've noticed. I was only half-listening to the big guy as he spoke to me while leading me deeper into the house, along the way introducing me to guys and gals who looked at me with undisguised disgust. You see, Greg was trying to convince me to edit the marks in the computer for all C Clubs members. The first offer, from another delegate from the club, was to not beat me up. From somewhere I found the strength to respond, "You could beat me up, but that would not get your marks increased. However, I am open to other offers from the C Club." That negotiations were still open was probably what was keeping my body from being pulverized by these guys - most of them on the school wrestling or football teams - and was what had gotten me the invitation to this normally off-limits-to-geeks party. When we stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in shock. Two of the hot girls from school were there, naked! Three fully-dressed guys were standing around them, drinking beer and watching them. One girl was seated on the edge of the counter while the other was squatting before her, her face pressed into the hairless loins of the first. Having never seen real-live naked girls before, this was a shock to my teenage sensibilities. Further, seeing a girl eat out another was something out of my fantasies and one of my favourite Internet movie downloads. Greg saw my shock and stood next to me with a broad smile, "That's Sherry and Carol. Hot, huh?" They were both freshmen at our school, younger than most of the guys, and me; but Greg was right, they were very hot. I simply mumbled something unintelligible. He laughed lightly, "Yea, they are here looking for boyfriends." In light of what I was seeing, the comment took me by surprise. I would have guessed the two nubile teens to be exhibitionist lesbians, and I turned my head to stare questioningly at Greg. He puffed out his chest proudly, "As a girlfriend to a C Club member, they would get certain privileges." I understood that. They instantly became the 'in' crowd - the cool, exclusive peer-club from which I would be forever excluded. Yet, how did going down on each other get a boyfriend? As I watched, the one seated on the counter was starting to moan rather loudly, and I wondered if she was faking it or not. Greg saw the outstanding question still in my eyes. His voice took on a condescending tone as he related, "They have to show us guys that they have the right stuff to be our girlfriends." His voice took on a conspirator's tone as he leaned in. "Will you keep everything I tell you secret, Tom?" "Yes. Of course." I felt like the token Indian brought before the King as an oddity. Everything I was seeing was so alien that not one of my friends would believe anything I was witnessing anyway. The girl on the counter (I think she was Carol) started to claw at Sherry's head moving between her bare thighs, while squealing in obvious pleasure. If she was faking it, and remember this was my first time seeing a woman without clothing let alone orgasming, she was a damn fine actress. Greg nodded as if in agreement, not paying the two naked girls any further attention, but instead watching me like a hawk watches a field mouse. "C Club members can only have one girlfriend at any time, but can change girlfriends as they see fit." I nodded as if I understood. I guess I did, intellectually, but having never had a girlfriend in my seventeen years, the concept of trading in girlfriends was way beyond my experience. "A club member can make use of another member's girlfriend, but only her mouth; her cunt and ass belong to her boyfriend. Within those boundaries, she must do everything any member of C Club tells her." It was well known at school that the girlfriends of the C Club members were the best looking and most exclusive girls at school. They dressed provocatively, they flirted shamelessly, and they all acted like little drama queens. Every male at school, including most of the guy teachers, were powerless in light of their flaunted sexuality. All comments or conversations they provoked from the males were ignored, often with disdain. Yet even I had seen one of the girls jump when one of the Club members, not her boyfriend at the time, spoke to her. It was always one of the biggest mysteries about the Club. When it was obvious that Carol was finished with her orgasm, a guy reached out and yanked Sherry's head roughly toward him. She did not hesitate to reach her hands up to the zipper of the guy's jeans and undo it. In seconds, Sherry was bobbing her face over the guys lap. Carol saw her friend doing this and looked around at the other guys, questioning them with her eyes, as if asking, "Want me to suck you?" I was wishing a girl would look at me like that; ask me, even silently, such a thing. None of the remaining members took Carol up on her offer. She wore a humiliated look on her face for a moment before one of the guys laughed and passed her his half-finished beer bottle and said, "Fuck this." Carol took it with a wide smile, albeit one that looked very forced, and brought the tapered end toward her slippery, hairless loins. The guy grunted, before it reached its destination, "On your knees, slut." Carol blinked in a seconds confusion before rushing to turn onto her knees, her desperation now plain even to me. Her very pretty ass was thrust in the air as her hand with the bottle reached behind herself. I stared without blinking as Carol began to move the tapered end of the bottle in and out of her pretty pink vagina; it looked far too large for her tiny hole. Greg finally spoke with disgust in his voice, "Some girls just don't have what it takes." I looked at my host to see him staring at Carol and then turned to look at the guys still watching her. They seemed to be maliciously viewing the show of a young teenage girl humiliating herself for the chance to be included into the most exclusive club in town. Then he added, "But, some girls do." I again looked and saw his eyes watching Sherry move her face up and down, side to side, rapidly and almost violently, as she took the hard penis fully down her throat while smashing her lips and nose against the guy's hairy groin. "Will Sherry find a boyfriend do you think?" Greg shrugged, "Who knows. Most don't." He nodded toward Sherry. "At least she has a chance." The sight I had just witnessed had lowered my defences and I asked a stupid question: "You guys must go through a lot of girlfriends?" He turned back to me and I saw a seconds disgust before he smiled charmingly again. "Actually no. Oh sure, we will trade the girls around a bit, but most girls just do not have the breeding or the right nature to be our girlfriends." I clearly understood him to mean "girls from families with money" and/or "girls who are good in bed." He nodded toward Carol and Sherry again. "They were invited simply for sport... and who knows, one of them might make a good C Club slut." That remark I read to mean that the girls had been invited to be made fun of, to be humiliated ... used. Suddenly this adventure of mine - coming to this party - seemed the wrong thing to do. Carol was an attractive-female version of me who wanted what was not possible for us: to be part of this coolest of crowds. It was plain that Carol had come here ready to give any part of her body to attain the unattainable; she would fail. I had come bearing the unique ability to hack computers and thereby increase the marks of the C Club members, but membership in the club was not going to be available to me either. I knew it; she was not yet ready to see it. As I watched, the guy who handed Carol the bottle reached out and yanked it from her body, bringing it up to his lips to drink while snickering. The guy who had been getting serviced by Sherry grunted for Carol to get down on her knees beside her friend. I now saw that Sherry was no longer working on him and had her mouth open, holding some thick liquid upon her tongue, lips and chin. As I watched, with Greg now looking amused at me, Carol began to lick the sperm from her friend Sherry's face. Eventually their lips came together and they apparently shared what had been on Sherry's tongue. I now knew another reason that this was not my crowd. I could never treat Carol so coldly. She was much prettier than any of the girls that guys like me ended up with. Maybe she wasn't C Club girlfriend material, but the only fault I could find with her was the willingness to humiliate herself this way for the minute chance at being 'in.' The guys surrounding the two girls started to drift away. The one who had just gotten blown grunted at Carol to leave the party but said Sherry could stay... for now. It was obvious that Carol was devastated. The guy grunted for Sherry to follow him, on her knees, and he disappeared deeper into the house. She left without even a glance at her humiliated friend, submissively following a guy to whom she had just given oral sex. Greg finally broke the silence. "You could have her if you want." "Pardon?" I understood his words, but I was shocked at the offer. He laughed lightly after seeing the look on my face, "Would you rather have both, right now, instead?" Carol, clutching her clothing in her hands against her chest, started to walk past us when Greg grabbed her shoulder and shoved her hard against the wall. He leaned in and spoke firmly into Carol's ear, "My friend could use a blow job, Carol." She could not meet my eye and stared at the hardwood floor instead. "Robert told me to leave." "I have seniority over Robert, you stupid skank. At a C Club party, you do what any guy tells you. Got it?" She looked incredibly frightened and could only nod in cowed agreement. I had to interrupt this; I could not watch any more. "It's OK, Greg." He ignored me, "Beg my friend to fuck you, Carol. Beg him to fuck you in the ass!" I was shocked at the violence in his voice, the threat and dominance. It scared me, and I was not the naked, tiny teenage girl feeling violated and humiliated from her earlier episode. Slowly her eyes moved up to me, pleading silently as her voice squeaked out unconvincingly, "Please fuck my ass, Tom." I was surprised that she even knew my name. He hissed in anger, "You stupid, stupid cunt. Try again, and make sure you mean it or, god so help me, you will be fucking Sam next." I did not understand the comment but from the way Carol suddenly turned pale she must have. She blinked at me a few times. When she tried again, her voice sounded smoother. "Please, Tom, I would love it if you would fuck me in the ass." To understand what was happening here, you have to understand that the threat now on the table was greater than simply being excluded from being a C Club girlfriend. It was about being totally ostracized at school, about being constantly humiliated and bullied. One girl, the previous year, had killed herself. The authorities and her parents thought it was for no reason; the people at school knew it was because of C Club bullying. Well, this geek just stood there, embarrassed, with a hard-on in my pants, shocked and excited by hearing a girl say that to me, while, at the same time, feeling empathy for this young, pretty thing. Greg slipped his hand down between her slim thighs, and Carol gasped as he shoved it up into her hairless loins. He smiled maliciously as he whispered into her ear, "That's better, Carol. I'm proud of you." He turned toward me, smirking proudly, hand still thrust into her. "You want her, Tom? You're not a member; you can fuck her till your dick drops off if that is what you want." The pressure in my pants tried to answer for me, but the pity that I felt when looking into her blue eyes forced my heart and soul to answer instead. "No." I wanted to tell him that she was beautiful, that she should be treated like a fine piece of art - respected and revered. But nothing came out. Greg blinked in surprise at my denial of his offer. I saw his eyes look down at the bulge in my pants. Carol immediately did the same, and I felt my cheeks flush with shame that my condition was such an open secret. But he recovered from his shock quickly and released the scared teenage girl, shrugging uncaring. Carol was still looking at my face, a strange questioning glint in her eyes, as she fearfully asked my host, "May I go now, sir?" 'Sir?' I thought to myself. I saw Greg prepare to answer before he paused, smirked, then asked maliciously, "What about Sam, you slut? You going to leave him hard and horny?" A trembling began in the girl's pale tiny body, and I wondered what I could do to save her from whatever nameless horror was 'Sam'. Greg withdrew his hand from between Carol's legs, bringing up the two very slippery, wet middle fingers and rubbing them upon her cheeks, transferring some of the juices there. "No, I changed my mind, Carol. If even Tom doesn't want you, then you are most certainly not good enough for Sam." I saw relief fill her face, but she could not meet my eyes any more. Greg smirked at me as if daring me to realize that I was being identified as lower than whatever this horror was that caused such fear in Carol. Carol suddenly bolted down the hallway, Greg's cackle following her until she was out of sight. I heard a single "slut" from him before he turned back to me. "Now, Tom, if it's not a piece of ass like Carol you're after, what can C Club offer you?" We were back to negotiating for my ability to increase the marks of C Clubs members. It took me some moments to collect myself. As I came back I realized Greg was walking away and I hurried to keep up behind him. "I was thinking of fifteen hundred." Greg stopped and turned toward me, amusement on his face, "Dollars?" "Each." Surprise came to him, and then I saw the anger build, "That's a little steep, Tom." I could hear the barely-controlled rage within his voice. I wanted to change the subject. Actually, I wanted to get the fuck out of this demented house and find a way to get them to forget my abilities with the school computers, but I had to settle for diffusing his anger. I felt as if I was already over my head, but that I could not simply walk away from what I had instigated. I was now sure that letting some of the kids at school know that I had access to the school's computers had not been such a great idea after all. "Who is Sam?" Greg blinked, the anger seemingly disappearing, though I knew it was just hidden from my view. "He is Sean's dog, a doberman." It was my turn to blink in surprise. Had Greg just threatened to force Carol have sex with Sam... but Sam was a dog? Greg laughed at my response yet again. "Sean caught his mom and Sam going at it, and ever since Sam has been an official member of the C Club. He certainly has the biggest cock; and probably gets more pussy than any of us, too." He laughed quietly; then, seeing my disgust, defended himself. "It's why Sean now lives with his dad, why his parents divorced and his mom didn't even contest it!" Another chuckle, "Sean lets his mom come over for some private time with Sam, always having a few of his C Club friends join them for a little party. It's not like she can say 'no'!" I just stood rooted to a single place on the floor, amazed at the depravity of guys that walked the same halls at school as I did. Greg didn't leave it at that. He had to have recognized my disgust at what he had said, but saw an opportunity to keep me unbalanced. "I can't think of a single C Club girlfriend that has not fucked and sucked Sam. Most seem to love it and want more." He turned away from me as a lingerie-clad senior came into the room holding an empty bottle of beer. "Hi, Gina. Say hello to Tom here." Her eyes looked me up and down. I could have been a bug for all the interest I held for her. She then ignored me and accosted Greg, "A dull party tonight, Greg." "Oh?" "Too many skanks prowling around!" She did not have to look at me to let me know that she thought I was included in that group. Greg shrugged, "We are just having a little fun, Gina." She yanked open the side-by-side stainless-steel fridge and shoved her arm inside, only to withdraw it with a another full bottle of beer. I realized, then, that Gina was very inebriated. She strode out of the kitchen, stumbling once along the way. When she was gone, Greg sighed, "I wouldn't be surprised if Gina gets dumped for one of the new girls tonight." I turned to him a little surprised. Gina was a senior at our high school and had to be one of the prettiest of all the girls that I knew. She had been part of the 'cool' crowd since she was a freshman, her drama-queen antics were legendary. Standing there in black lingerie, she looked like something out of an expensive men's magazine or a fantasy. Why would anyone, even C Club members that seemed to have their pick of girls, deny themselves Gina? "You're kidding!" Greg shook his head negatively. "Nope. She has been drinking too much lately and is forgetting herself." It took very little to understand that he meant she was most often drunk and belligerent, forgetting that she was, as Greg said earlier, a 'C Club slut'. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to see life as Gina might - and it wasn't pretty. No wonder she drank. Greg lead me further into the house, and he pointed into a room where two girls and one guy were all rolling about on a wide bed, naked. The girls were giggling and the guy was moaning with pleasure. I could not tell where one body ended and the other started; the three looked like one oddly shaped alien in the shadowed light. Yet it was the first time I had ever seen someone having intercourse. I realized I was less turned on by the sight than I was when watching videos in the privacy of my room. Looking at it with a coolly analytical eye, it seemed a little inhuman and uninvolved. I followed Greg a few more steps down the hall and looked into another, smaller room. Two naked guys were standing with five naked girls. One of the girls was kneeling before a very large, brown-haired dog as it humped with an incredible speed. Two of the other girls were on their knees before the guys, sucking them slowly. The last two were on their knees on either side of the girl getting fucked by the large animal, asses in the air, as if waiting. I turned away feeling sick. Greg just snickered and kept walking. I bet myself that I had just seen the infamous Sam. I knew Sean from school - a big, dim-witted brute - and felt the tale about his mom, some of the other members, the dog, and him was probably true. I felt as if I had stepped into Hell. We stepped past a small crowd laughing at one of the guys telling a joke in the hallway before Greg lead me down the stairs. I could hear the noise of a football game, probably from a television. When I stepped around the corner, I froze in fear as at least nine sets of eyes turned toward me. I felt like a buck on the opening day of hunting season. Most of the eyes belonged to guys that I purposely avoided at school - in other words, C Club members. All the guys sat around on the couch or in chairs facing the TV. Most turned right back to the game as soon as Greg nodded to them, assuring them that my intruding like this was OK. Just about every guy had a naked or lingerie-clad woman kneeling before him sucking a hard cock. Only one did not; his girl sat on his lap facing the television as well, and he was straining to see past her to the game that was playing. There were two more girls, one was Sherry, and they were both naked and inverted upon the floor between the guys and the huge flat-screen television, busily licking each others sex. The room was not huge, so it felt rather full with all the bodies. Greg gripped my arm and nodded with his chin toward one of the kneeling naked girls, while watching me carefully. I felt as though I had been struck in the gut. My younger sister was there, sucking away on the guy before her! 'What the hell was Jamie doing here?' My sister was two years younger than I, just starting high school this year, but already she was more popular than I would ever become. We had never gotten along. We were like oil and water; we just did not mix. Yet I would never have guessed that I would see her there, like that, doing that! Was this the price of being popular in our school, for the girls at least? It appeared Jamie was willingly paying it. The guy with his dick in Jamie's mouth shouted over the loud game, "That the guy?" He was talking to Greg, not even looking at me. Greg nodded to him, smiling maliciously. The guy on the couch patted my sisters head affectionately and shouted over the game, "She is enthusiastic enough to be one of ours." I think he meant that Jamie could become one of C Club members' girlfriends. A small part, deep inside me, was still coherent enough to thank whatever god there was that she was not already one of these guys' girlfriends. Greg leaned toward me and half-shouted into my ear, "Do you want her?" I had to play dumb, but my guts twisted in astonishment. "What?" God help me, but I could not take my eyes from my sister's pale naked flesh. "Jamie, do you want to fuck your sister?" After hearing the earlier tales about Sean, his mom and their dog from the same somber voice that now was shouting over the game, I knew this was for real. Before I could answer, before I could give the only response a big brother could give, I saw Jamie stand and move quickly past the guys and gals to stand next to Greg. She hooked her arm into his, rubbed her naked tiny form against his flank, and ignored me. I just stood mute. He shouted again, "She has already agreed to fuck you, Tom. She will do anything you want!" That was impossible! My sister hated the sight of me; we could not be in the same room for more than a minute before a fight broke out. She was the cute, popular sibling; I was the geeky, smart one. Greg turned his head and spoke into Jamie's ear. She looked at me with the same disgust that all the other guys and gals had since I walked into this party and then nodded to Greg. She unhooked her arm and turned to stride slowly up the stairs. God help me, but I followed her every step until she was out of sight. Her bottom was smooth and very sexy. Jamie was short and thin, very like Carol, whose naked form I had admired so openly before, I now realized with shame. Where Carol had nothing but smooth flesh between her legs, my sister had sparse, dark- brown, kinky hair trimmed to a thin line directly above her dark-pink outer labia. My sister's skin was as pale and smooth as my own; but while it appeared sickly on my body, it appeared sexy on hers. When she was gone, I looked over at the guy Jamie had been servicing and saw Sherry in her place. The other girl that had been busy in a sixty-nine with her earlier was seated against the wall, out of the way of the guys watching the game on the television and sipping a beer. Greg pulled my elbow and nodded for me to follow him back up the stairs. I did, telling myself it was only because it was too loud in the basement and all the naked girls blowing or fucking the C Club members was too distracting. I told myself I had to get the fuck out of this den of iniquity. As soon as Greg closed the door to the basement, the silence, or what passed for silence in this house, seemed thunderous. Greg looked at my shocked face, snickered, and explained, "It's like this Tom, we don't want to pay you a dime. It's not the money, you understand; it's the principle. Besides, we think we can offer you something better than money." His eyebrows danced on his forehead for a second and I looked around, suddenly very embarrassed and very worried that someone might overhear our conversation. No one could. "Your sister Jamie wants to be a C Club girlfriend; we think she has what it takes as well." I suddenly felt nauseous and tried very hard not to think about what that last statement meant. Greg rushed on, "She thinks that if she does you tonight, one of the guys will ask her to be his girlfriend. What she doesn't know is that if you don't do it with her, if you don't accept our deal for your computer talents, then she never will get to join up with us." I felt my jaw drop in shock. The lengths to which the C Club would go was beyond my imagination. It was also amazing how like objects the C Club members treated the female of our species. That was my sister I had just witnessed; for Greg and his pals, she was simply an object of opportunity. And what the hell did I care if Jamie was denied entrance to this exclusive club? In fact, as her big brother, I should do everything in my power to make sure she escaped from the evil clutches of Greg and his C Club pals. Come to that, I thought with my anger rising, how could she act so wantonly simply to be part of the 'in' crowd? Did she know what the true membership dues were, as Gina was discovering in her last year of school? Greg had paused to let me consider his offer and the consequences of denying it, as well as those of taking it. I thought, 'I'm afraid you are placing way too much value on my relationship with Jamie.' "There is one last thing that I have to sweeten the offer." He became annoyed as he waited for me to nod for him to continue. "C Club has come into possession of some incriminating photos that we plan to mail to various people if you don't make a deal with us." I shook my head to clear it. "Photos?" Greg was being obtuse on purpose, and this whole visit was starting to annoy me. "It seems we have dozens of photos of your mother, wearing stockings and having some fun with a guy that is not your father, before getting her face hosed." This time I actually lost my balance and fell against the wall in shock. Greg was wearing a smirk of triumph that, at that moment, made me think he might indeed be the devil incarnate! "We will give you the photos (they are rather enjoyable) if you make this deal with us." I knew that the alternative was for my family to be left in ruins and humiliation. Since I had not responded in a timely fashion, Greg continued tauntingly, "This guy spanks her, fucks her cunt and then her ass, before humping her tits to a come that anyone would be proud of. Shit, we have plenty of photos. The pictures end with your mom finger- banging herself while her face is covered in the guys jiz. The photos are a hit with the guys I have showed them...!" "Enough!" I interrupted his provoking litany. Greg immediately stopped talking and maliciously smiled. He knew a winning hand when he held one. "Do we have a deal, Tom?" I nodded affirmatively. I knew with a cold dread that the photos Greg was talking about were real. I now knew why he was so unconcerned that I might tell someone everything that I'd seen so far tonight. I loved my mom unconditionally, and I would need to come to terms with the fact that she was cheating, or had cheated, on dad. But, one thing at a time. First I needed to get those photos and destroy them. "And the negatives?" Greg shrugged in fake innocence. "Of course." Now that it came to my mother, I found the courage to stand up to this thug. "I'm not kidding Greg; I can take away your marks as easily as I can give them." His face changed immediately, going through a gamut of emotions. First it paled, then it turned angry and finally, slowly, it calmed back to his cool poker face. "You will have all the negatives." I believed him this time. He must have seen my acceptance of the inevitable. "Then I guess we have a deal?" he asked. "We do!" Greg stuck out his hand, which I took, and he squeezed until I winced in pain. He let go with a chuckle and said, "When you get done with Jamie, I'll meet you back in the kitchen with the photos." Oh, shit! Jamie! I had forgotten her after learning about the photos of mom cheating on dad. I shook my head negatively. Greg pretended to look disappointed, "I thought we had a deal, Tom. It's all or nothing! You go bang your sister or you don't get the photos." He sounded deadly serious now. Now my emotions were cycling fast. First I was afraid, afraid of what being in the presence of this evil was doing to me. I was perfectly prepared to do this thing to Jamie to get hold of those photos so as to destroy them. Then, I felt relief as I realized that, of course, I did not have to have sex with my sister; all I had to do was go into some private place and talk to her for a few moments. Finally, I told myself that if I explained about the photos I could get her on my side and away from this evil Club. In that case, I would get to protect my unsuspecting, cheating mother and my nascent slut of a sister. With hope in my heart, I nodded in acceptance of the full agreement. What a naive fool I was. Greg smiled triumphantly and then led me back down the hallway, past the two girls around the guy, past the two open doors to those rooms where unspeakable acts were going on, to another doorway, next to Sam's 'room'. Greg opened it and waved me in. Seated at the end of the bed, still completely naked, was my sister. The door closed behind me as I stepped in. Jamie and I were alone, finally. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Jamie spoke up impatiently, "How do you want me, Tom? I would rather not do anal, if that's OK with you?" Her ease at talking this way to her older brother froze my voice and I mentally fumbled. Had Jamie done all the things that Carol had done, desperate to be a member of C Club? What of the dog in the next room? My head swam and my stomach twisted in disgust and amazement. Finally my voice worked, "Its OK, Jamie. We don't have to do anything." I was about to go on to tell her about the incriminating pictures of mom when she jumped up off the bed and shrieked at me, "You fucking bastard! You fucking limp-dicked geek! Why do you always do this to me? Why do you always try to ruin my life?" I stepped backward at her verbal assault, almost hitting my back against the closed door behind me. It was like being at home when dad was not around to separate us. Rather than raise my own voice to defend myself, I took a deep breath and explained, "They have pictures of mom and some guy, Jamie... having sex!" Jamie crossed her arms over her near-flat chest and looked at me like I was an idiot. "Who do you think set mom and Sean up, geek?" Sean! The same guy that Greg said was blackmailing his mom into fucking his buddies as well as himself? He had had sex with my mom!? "Don't look so shocked? If there was any woman alive that could use a good fuck ... God!... You saw the photos. Have you ever seen her look happier?" I had not seen the photos and I did not intend to look at them. Then an unbidden thought crossed my mind, 'I wonder when she did look happiest, when Sean was fucking her ass or when he came all over her face?' Nervously, my hand came up and whipped the sweat from my brow. 'How the hell did I get here?!' Jamie took a deep breath and let it out slowly while taking a few steps closer to me. Then she said, in a much calmer and more reasonable voice, "Look, I know you must have something that C Club really wants. I mean, let's be frank; they would never even associate with a guy like you otherwise, Tom." She didn't have to remind me. My younger sister dropped her arms from her chest and thrust out her bosom. "I really don't care what it is. What I do care about is becoming the girlfriend of one of these guys as soon as possible." She was standing right in front of me with her face tilted up to look into mine. "What is so great about being a girl in C Club?" I wondered if I should tell her what Greg called the girls that the members date. It was at that point that I felt her hands fumbling with the zipper of my jeans and, shamefully, I did not immediately stop her. Jamie gave me one of her classic 'moron' looks and ignored the question, the answer probably being obvious to her while being a mystery to me. A warm hand reached into my pants and expertly grasped my semi-hard penis. Her classic little-sister look melted into a teen-age version of sensuousness and her voice dropped an octave as she asked, "Would you like your baby sister to suck you off, Tom?" She leaned forward and brushed her bare breasts and small, pudgy, brown nipples against my sternum. Now I may be two years older than Jamie, but as I had recently learned, I was a baby in sexual matters compared to her. Never had I felt another person grasp my penis, never mind the reality of the rest of what else was happening here. Things began to swim about my head, making me feel dizzy. My mind screamed and berated me for having allowed this to go on as far as it had. My dick, however, had quickly hardened to a near-painful throbbing in my sister's hand; its desires were obvious. And my heart was thumping so loudly that it could not help in the argument. Jamie did not wait for her big brother to say a word that would ruin her chances at being a C Club girlfriend and glided down to a kneeling position before me. When I looked down to see my hard penis thrusting from my pants above my sister's wide-eyed, cute face, my mouth opened to end this. But Jamie simply leaned forward, pulled my dick downward from its high-reaching angle, and slipped her lips around the circumcised head. My eyes widened at the immoral and unbelievably sexy sight of my sister - my sister!- sucking what had never felt a woman's lips before! In my deepest, darkest fantasies, I had thought about my sister ever since she had hit puberty and became the greatest irritant in my life. But my fantasies were mostly about getting even - spanking her, blackmailing her for some indiscretion. Not all included sex; many did not. A few, of course, did. None, though, included me standing, helpless from inaction, trembling in desire, as my sister anxiously sucked my dick. Her cute, round face was slowly moving up and down before my hips, her big eyes closed as her tongue teased me mercilessly. This was a girl who clearly knew how to suck a man - had done it many times before was my educated guess - and this was my sister. My conscience was screaming, 'Push her away, tuck your penis back into your pants and run out of here! Now!!' My body, however, started to move my hips forward and back, and I thought I saw the corners of my sister's lips curl into a triumphant smile. Some of those most secret of fantasies returned to me just then - blackmailing her to do things... sexual things... like sucking me. My hips moved quicker, and Jamie moaned with pleasure upon my rod. Just the second before the inevitable, barely a minute since Jamie had taken me into her mouth, she pulled her face away from my penis, held it in her hand and watched as it began to spurt - on her cheeks, down her chin, and into her hair. My penis jerked and jerked as I orgasmed; it was a mighty load, one that any teenager would be proud of, especially a virgin geek. The biggest triumph, however, came when I saw my sister's eyes betray her pleasure-filled amazement at the amount of sperm covering her face. Then, suddenly, it was over. My sister sat back and looked toward a full-height wall mirror and smiled, presumably at the mess her big brother had just made of her face and hair. While still looking, she scooped up my ejaculate on a single finger and sucked it clean. After many passes, her face was shiny with saliva and small traces of sperm. Only then did she look back at me, her eyes now showing their familiar disgust and disinterest. Then her eyes trailed down my dressed person and locked on my still- hard cock jutting from my opened pants. That's what it was - that's what C Club used with their girlfriends - their cocks. She looked amazed and my heart filled with pride. I heard her whisper, as if to herself, "You're still hard!" Not only was I still hard, but my cock was pulsing visibly in time to my rapidly beating heart, as if it was searching for more of the warmth and suction it had just been forced to leave. She stole another look at the mirror, her face looking surprised and strangely puzzled. For a moment she seemed at sea, as though this had never happened to her before. Then she turned back to me and, while looking up past my hard dick, asked soberly, "How do you want me?" I had not returned my penis to my pants because it wanted more, and even my mind was starting to be swayed by the pleasure that my body had felt seconds before. I wanted my sister to suck me again; I wanted to see my cock move in and out of her cute, youthful face. Her question, though, surprised me because I had not considered any of my other desires possible. I had thought she would get me, her big brother, off again, and then her distasteful task would be done. Like a moron I echoed, "Want me?" A flash of her normal frustration showed but then was again submerged. "I was told to satisfy you." She looked back down at my hard, saliva- covered cock. "Obviously I haven't done that yet. Would you like to fuck me this time?" A half smile appeared on my siblings lips, as if she already knew the answer to her question. Was I that transparent? A big brother would be expected to immediately answer negatively, but any morals that I might have held before coming to this house were overwhelmed by the teenage virgin lusts within me. I wanted to lose my virginity; I wanted to fuck my cute sister; I wanted to have a taste of what the C Club members took for granted. With little tremors of excitement rolling through my body, I nodded toward the bed behind my sister. Jamie looked over her shoulder, almost as if confirming that the bed was still there, before climbing back to her feet and striding confidently to the side of the bed. "Want me on my knees, Tom, or on my back?" The way she said it, my sister could have been asking me if I wanted more mashed or sweet potatoes for supper. As much as I savoured the prospect of watching my cock enter my sister from behind and seeing that perfect, round, hard ass as I fucked her, I wanted even more to see her eyes as I lost my virginity within her. "On your back, Jamie." I stood there and removed every stitch of my clothing as I watched my sister sit down on the edge of the bed, lie back and then lift her legs up high. She bent her legs, then held them up with her hands behind each knee. Her loins were facing me, the trimmed dark pubic hair pointing toward nirvana. I thought I saw the hairless pink wetness pulsating in anticipation. Jamie only looked at my hard cock, licking her lips. There was no longer any doubt that my sister would fit in with this crowd. She wanted to be part of the hippest crowd, to be seen and admired by other girls her age. And she accepted the cost of being one of them - being sexually used by the C Club members, helping seduce her mom or even having sex with her own brother. Standing directly before my sister between her raised bare feet, holding my cock in hand and looking at her cute familiar face, I steeled myself with thoughts of my years of frustration and loneliness. Yes, loneliness. Try being the high intelligence member of a peer group whose power elite are chronic underachievers, a group where acceptance is based on a car or your clothing. I associated with others of my kind. We have little doubt that after our school years we shall rule our respective worlds. Until that time, though, we had to endure being outcasts. And my sister epitomized the 'enemy' to my kind. She was only doing this because she must. After my earlier doubts and then my orgasm, my mind was now clearer. What I was doing was wrong - but I did not care! I now saw this as my personal revenge against my sister and against all the 'others' that thought themselves superior to me and my friends. With these thoughts swirling in my head and gazing deeply into my sister's eyes, I sank into the smooth, hot, wet folds of her body as if it was not the first time in my life. I had completely replaced my misgivings about incest and my duty to protect my sibling with the triumph of losing my virginity to someone who had spent her adolescence alternately ignoring me and making my life miserable, someone who would never have allowed me to even touch her except that I had something her crowd wanted and she had been selected to pay the price! As if to echo my triumph, my sister clamped her eyes shut and gasped with a low, animal-like sound from deep in her throat. I placed my hands on her smooth shapely calves and pressed both her slim sexy legs back as I began to drive my hips back and forth. Below me I could see my cock moving smoothly in and out of the young woman's flesh. It was a beautiful sight, and one that far exceeded my wildest expectations or fantasies. Since I now held her legs, Jamie's hands came off the back of her knees and began to grasp her own small breasts with the puffy nipples thrusting provocatively above. Was this feeling - this dominance - what the C Club members felt as they took their girlfriends, or anyone else? It defied morality and seemed to me at that moment to overwhelm all other motives in determining a course of action. Our bodies slammed together so that my sister was being bounced back and forth upon her back, our bodies joining with such a unique and distinctive sexual sound that I knew I would never forget this moment for as long as I lived. The feeling in and on that part of my body that moved in and out of my sister was exquisite and could easily become addictive. She was starting to gasp with each smash of our loins; her breathing was getting ragged. Jamie kept opening her eyes randomly, looking at me with surprise. I could see something there I had never seen before and that she had clearly never expected to show. She was looking at me with more awe than I had seen in any of her other interactions that night with the C Club; it was as if I was a god to her. Seeing my sister Jamie react like this, on top of feeling and even smelling what was going on between us, was fantastic. It was the best revenge that any disgruntled brother could ask for. "Jamie?" Her eyes popped open, but she did not say a word. Her hair was plastered to her forehead by the coating of sweat that covered her smooth, unblemished, pale teenage flesh. "Get on your knees." I felt like ... a man. Letting go of her legs, I stepped back. My dripping pole thrust up toward the ceiling. I watched my sister turn slowly onto her knees. It was soon clear that it was a position that she had found herself in frequently enough to know exactly how to situate herself. She knelt at the very edge of the bed with her knees together, her shoulders against the mattress, and her back arched downward. The sight was better than anything seen during my excursions into downloading sexy pictures from the Internet. I had sunk easily into her body minutes before; now I found myself fumbling to enter Jamie's cunt again. With a red face I aimed and pushed uselessly. Then, without a word, my sister reached around her waist, took my slippery penis in hand, and pressed it against her folds. With a quick thrust of my hips, I once again sank fully within her sexy, petite frame. Both of us let out a loud exhale of pleasure. The sound of our sweaty young bodies slamming against each other again and again was as loud as before, echoing through the room. But now a new sound was added - my sister's animal-like grunts each time she shoved her hips back. I grasped both of Jamie's slim hips and bit my bottom lip as I shoved my loins forward. Her grunts and pants for breath were getting louder and I could hear intermittent, almost coherent phrases. They sounded like prayers or praises to some deity: "... oh god... please, god... yes, yes, fuck me, god...!" Jamie suddenly turned her head to look over her shoulder at me, her eyes and face looking wild. She did not in any way resemble my irritating, bratty younger sister. She hissed at me, "Fuck me, you bastard... make me come if you're man enough...Ohhhh!" At that exact second she suddenly turned her head forward, her small hands clawed the mattress beneath her, and she underwent what even I, the virgin, realized was a tremendous orgasm. I felt hidden muscles within her sex clench me in a fleshy vise. I did not stop slamming myself in and out of her body. Jamie twitched several times and then knelt, trying to slow her violent breathing, making no further movement other than those caused by my body slamming again and again into her. Again she looked over her shoulder, this time just staring at me with amazement and a look I had never personally encountered before - lust. I sensed that the muscles of her thighs were quivering and that her body would likely collapse from exhaustion if I continued shoving myself again and again into her body in this position. Without pulling from her super-wet and super-hot sex, I pushed her hip so that she would gently fall sideways. I straddled one of her thin, coltish thighs as she lifted the other leg to set onto my shoulder. My own breathing was now becoming laboured and loud in the room. Jamie just continued to watch me, as if fascinated that this caterpillar had transformed into a butterfly before her very eyes. With our bodies perpendicular, I fucked my sister. I hugged her raised sweaty leg with one arm while the other reached out and grasped her small immature breast as my movements caused it to wiggle about her chest provocatively. Then her eyes slammed shut and she hissed, "I can not fucking believe this... again... god, yes...!" Her cunt was squeezing; her ass was clenching and unclenching; her hips were shoving against my thrusts. I felt my own pleasure mounting and was thankful for the earlier orgasm that was allowing this prolonged fuck-fest. Jamie's eyes popped open and she stared at me intensely, as if she were trying to memorize my features during this moment. "Fuck me, Tom... fuck me... fuck me...AAHHHHHH!" That last was a screech so loud that it hurt my ears, and I watched below me as she underwent yet another orgasm. It was mere seconds after I thought her twitching body, her spasming vagina, was done when I felt my own peak. I shoved myself deep into my sister's body and held her tight against me. Jamie's eyes glared at me, hissing, "Yes, you bastard... come in me, you beautiful fuck... fill me up... fill ... me ... up!" My cock twitched and shot, again and again, deep within my own younger sister's body, until I felt as if I could barely breathe. She simply watched me, intensely but silently. I knew that this experience was a fantastic moment in my short life. I felt like thanking my sister for allowing me to use her body to lose my virginity within her cunt, but of course I also stayed silent and, instead, pulled from her snug vagina. There was a small, almost-inaudible pop as our bodies parted. I had trouble standing. It felt as if my thighs would not hold my weight and my knees were about to buckle at any second. With almost- comic movements, I reached for my clothes and started to dress. My sister Jamie did nothing but watch me, her thighs still spread lewdly. Just as I put on my last shoe, Jamie moved with tired, slow movements until she was standing directly before me, her eyes now an incomprehensible mystery. Then, after a full awkward minute, Jamie wrapped her arms about my neck, stood on her bare toes and pressed her lips to mine. Her head tilted to the side and her lips parted, her tongue forcing past mine until she was inside me. I am embarrassed to admit it, but it was my first 'grown up' kiss and it was very fine. My hands wrapped about my sister's petite body, and both hands cupped her tiny hard ass, practically lifting her off her toes. Her response was to kiss me more aggressively, moaning into my mouth while her hips thrust her crotch suggestively against my now-covered cock. Then the kiss was over, and Jamie pulled my head down so that her lips pressed against my ear. She panted in a whisper, "You just gave your baby sister the best fuck that she has ever had, Tom!" Her head tilted back and I saw a new sparkle in her eyes, a playful smile. She wasn't joking! Her lips returned to my ear, "Anytime you want to play some more, big brother, just ask. OK?" I nodded in agreement, feeling suddenly overwhelmed at what had just occurred and at the offer I was hearing. Then the lust and pleasure left her voice; it was somber and resentful. "'They' are watching through the mirror." I started to turn my head to look at the mirror when Jamie grasped my chin and gave me another kiss, our eyes looking directly into each others'. She was silently pleading with me just to leave it alone. My god! Was the C Club filming me right this moment? I would not put it past them; they had filmed my mother after all. Jamie pulled her lips from mine and I nodded for the last time, agreeing to her offer as well as to leaving her here without making a scene. She released me from her arms; I turned and opened the door, exiting the room that had given me more than I had ever thought was possible. I knew one thing, for sure: our relationship would never be the same. I found Greg seated on the kitchen counter. The still-lingerie-clad Gina was kneeling before him, slowly sucking his long, hard cock. I stood there in the doorway watching for some minutes before Greg opened his eyes and waved me closer. I felt and then saw Gina glaring at me in a most unfriendly manner from between his hairy thighs. "How did it go, Tom? Your sister a good fuck?" I saw the envelope next to him on the counter. Ignoring the snide question, I placed my hand between us, palm up. "Do we have a deal?" He looked at me for some minutes, deliberately ignoring the fact that the most beautiful girl in school was between his bare thighs sucking on his hard dick, before his smile spread and he nodded. "Most definitely. I put the negatives inside with the photos." "Thanks." I took the brown envelope from the marble counter and knew it was time to exit this den of debauchery. For several minutes while I was with my sister, I had experienced the lust and domination that was so addictive, that caused guys my own age to start this club. It still amazed me that they could get girls, willingly or otherwise, to go along with their lecherous ideas. But what did I know about girls? I had just lost my virginity minutes before... to my sister... and I had to be coerced into doing it! "I'll send you the particulars?" I nodded. I intended to give all that was promised. I turned and, without another look, exited the kitchen. I did not belong here; I would never be like Greg or Sean or the others. It was a mystery why my sister wanted to be a part of this. It was clear from her tone in telling me about the one-way mirror that she held these guys in contempt for their methods. But it was her choice, and I would not say or do anything if that was what she wanted. I strode toward the front doorway and came across a couple, clothing undone, rutting against the wall by the door. It was Sean and an older woman. By the similarity of their features, I concluded it was his mother. She wore black, thigh-high stockings. One of her sexy legs was hooked around her son's hip as his hand held it in place. His naked ass moved wildly back and forth before his mother. Her eyes suddenly opened, and Sean's mother looked right at me, not even appearing to be surprised by the witness to her incestuous act. As I watched those somber green eyes, she moaned into her son's ear, "Oh baby... oh... I love your cock, your big, fat, beautiful cock in my hot cunny... fuck me, Sean!" Her mouth was spouting vile profanity, urging her son on, while her eyes looked bored. Sean was grunting incoherently, his climax obviously close. I suddenly remembered what Jamie had said to me - that I had been the best that she had ever had. My guess was she had had most of the guys in C Club. Was it true? Was I better than guys that had had more pussy than I had ever thought about? It was certainly not technique. Perhaps it was more? I had an inquisitive mind by nature and thought I should analyze this more ... perhaps with my sister over the weekend? Sean's mother's eyes watched me, questioning, as I slipped past the couple to escape through the front doorway. I gave the mature woman a parting look before leaving her fate to her own child. As the door closed behind me I felt like I had narrowly escaped Hell. Stepping down to the walk, I started to stride with a new confidence. I felt on top of the world. But I also had a lot of questions. Just off the property, next to a large oak tree, I heard someone crying almost silently and stopped. "Hello?" I had to call out again before Carol stepped cautiously from around the tree. She had had time to put her clothing back on, but she looked miserable. She looked surprised when she saw that it was me. We had shared something this day. We had both entered the maw of the lion and just barely escaped. I had escaped after dirtying myself, though a new world had opened up. Carol had been thrown out as unworthy, after lowering herself and being humiliated. Both of us would bear the scars for life. "It's OK, Carol," I said. I held out my hand and was not a little surprised when she tentatively took it. Then, she rushed to me, pressing her body against mine and sobbing into my chest. "Why do they treat people like that, Tom?" "I don't know, Carol." I honestly didn't know. I might have gotten a glimpse of why, but thankfully I could never become as they were, could never put myself in their place, could never fully understand the why. My free hand, the one holding the infamous envelope, came around and held her tenderly. The sobs lasted a long while, then slowly died away. Carol tilted her head up to look into my face. At that moment I took one of the biggest chances of my teenage life, braving fears my friends never had faced up to, and asked, "Would you like to go out sometime, Carol?" My throat felt raw and I could hear it tremble as I asked my fateful question. I saw her hesitate and felt I could almost read the immediate disgusted reaction. I waited for it to materialize, for her to tell me that she was too good for the likes of me. But that response never came. Carol slowly nodded her head in agreement before she said, "I would like that, Tom." She released me from her grasp and hooked an arm into mine. "Walk me home?" "I would love to." My voice sounded more confident, pleased. After a couple of blocks she said matter-of-factly, "It's going to be tough going back to school and facing everyone." "You mean because you agreed to go out with a 'geek'?" She giggled lightly, and her free hand playfully punched my skinny upper arm. "No silly! Because of what happened... back there." Carol could not even get the courage to say it, and I had heard the fear in her voice. She had a point; her willing humiliation and failure to get anything for it would be on everyone's lips first thing Monday morning. Even my friends and I had been privy to the whispers about the goings-on of those girls tried and then deemed unworthy. I stopped and turned her gently toward me. Her face looked up at me again, seeming to be near tears. "I'll help you through it... if you will let me, Carol?" Her eyes registered surprise, probably thinking that I had enough abuse at school, that I would never want to take on more. With much more self-confidence than I felt, I asked, "I would like it if we could do more than just go out on a date, Carol?" She looked at me for a second and again nodded her acceptance. A wide happy smile came to her lips and I knew what she was going to say before she said it. "I would like that too, Tom." I was just going to take her arm again when she asked tentatively, "You want me as your girlfriend after... after seeing what happened back there?" She could not look at me as she asked this question. How could I tell her the depths of degeneracy to which I had surrendered this night? How could I tell her that I, too, had faced Hell and had tasted the depravity of desire? We both had private memories of C Club that I doubt either of us wanted to become public, even between ourselves. "I will make you a deal: while we are going out, we agree never to talk about what happened back there." I gestured with my chin and, though she was not looking up into my face to see my motion, I knew she understood perfectly. She looked up, soberly. "Agreed." We continued to walk in silence for some minutes before Carol asked, "What's in the envelope?" I held it before me and didn't know how to answer. I had agreed to increase the C Club members' grades in order to retrieve the contents of this brown envelope, so as to destroy it for all time. Yet, that was before Jamie's and my coming together in a most unexpected manner. Yes, I had tasted the depths of depravity, and no, I did not envy C Club in any way; but there was something to be said for the raw sexual intensity that I had experienced. The contents of this envelope contained some of the energy and emotions that I had been forced to face by the C Club. I should destroy it but I knew then that I would never do so. No, I had no idea what my intentions were with respect to what the photos within the envelope showed, but whatever it was, the future for this geek was sure to be a lot more interesting. --